Lyrics:
She was standing on the corner with her stereo,
Retro ghetto blaster playing AM radio,
Long and lanky, acrobatic,
Hair up with a hanky, started dancing to the static, 
Floral pattern, both dainty and delicate
The movement of her skirt, captured casual and elegance,
Seemed sad no one stopped and stared,
Cause when a suit walked through her, she disappeared in thin air.
That’s when I knew I was seeing a ghost, an
Echo of nostalgia’s soul, beauty so engrossing 
I know I, should feel blessed to have seen her, but
My chest’s in denial that I never got to meet her.
Travel back in time to when she’s alive, 
Where tact’s sublime, I could still survive
I may not thrive, but I wouldn’t be broke
With the dollar in my pocket I would buy us both a cherry coke.

I only want to hear her tune on the radio,
Masterpiece clashing with a simple smooth steady flow
To get to know me, it needs to be slowly,
An old soul only looking for that poetry
I only want to hear her tune on the radio
Second hand book filled with someone else’s notes
To get to know me, listen where the lesser pray,
An old soul, dancing with yesterday

Broke the mood of that bluesy tune,
It’s true, he took me from my reverie and took me far away from you.
Inventor of the world’s smallest Bluetooth
Cursing to himself like a shaman with a screw loose,
Choking on his calling with a nice little Blue noose,
Didn’t even notice how completely she could seduce,
Ghosts of the past have no business when there’s new news,
Of his pride, welting with a new bruise.
Gratified, immediately salt wound,
Cauterize, and act when it’s too soon, 
Pluck out an eye for the chance of expansion, Sell out my soul in advance of a paycheck, 
No time for roses, no time for dancing, Keeping up pace with the world is break neck
I do not begrudge him
Too far ahead to let my vision touch him, 
Earth was good enough, but time she flies,
Now we made it to the moon, but we dirtied all our skies

I only want to hear her tune one more time,
Masterpiece breaking the walls of my mind,
If you can show me the reason for poetry
Illuminate with potency the world as it is known to me.
I only want to hear her tune on the radio,
Forgotten love note from a girl I used to know, 
Poem’s power slowly slips away,
Old souls, hope for yesterday.

My to-do list looks endless and foolish,
After gazing on her song, flawless as cupid’s aim,
Now the world ain’t the same, yeah the smell remains,
But the taste in my mouth leaves me wishing it’d change,
Miss the taste of that girl on the street corner,
Static of her song making my mouth water,
Need a lemonade stand, buy some truth for a quarter,
Cause it’s true we move faster, now the days get shorter,
Look to the future ,  Respect the silence,
That calm sense of guidance that comes with the quietness,
BRRAP, no time for musing
Can’t listen to poetry unless it’s with music.
I’m useless, the world’s fast and confuses, 
Confucius is just laughed at by hubris,
We’re ruthless, always harassed with the rudeness
A Thousand Schools of Thought on just that last page of YouTube.
It’s fruitloops to think when today does it for you 
A lucid mistake becoming one of the Chorus
Can’t do this, no time for me to set the record straight,
Let it spin out on its own, take us back, yesterday

She moves through the radio
Second hand book dedicated to a ghost,
Smile for your phonograph, everything will be, okay?
And the old souls dream…


Yesterday (Atmosphere remix)

MHH - Cypher 10
Theme: Difficult Relationships
Beat by @atarebeats

Lyrics
I spent one too many nights on my knees, taking heed
To be contrite, not invite fiends or greed, believe it’s been decreed
Diseases are pieces of our deity’s caprices,
Vis-a-vis our being cretins; the reason for the rhesus.
Was so devoted to the gospel, ennobled as next apostle,
Yes I’ve often thought of how awful my maudlin cross is, 
And I’m so fucking blessed, faith could never be shaken, it
Was never called to question ‘til I fucked my first atheist. 
She professed through profanity, cannily handled me,
Animals weaved in evil, when we transubstantiated, 
Embraced in debate, her aching enabled her resentments.
We lost ourselves in her digression’s ineffable essence. 
Hard to trust the Testaments when your best friends are gay.
When a Book of Love is twisted, assisting those that impose an extended hate.
But the rate of disgrace that defaces the face of my faith, it invades my safe space to pray,
It’s gotten too much too much to take, I need a little break. 
I know You love me, I’m not forsaken ya,
I just need space. Love, your favourite Homo Sapien.


Hello God. It's me, Oddity. [prod. Atar-E]

Cypher 11 - MHH
Theme: No theme
Beat by @patiopatiopatio

Lyrics
Gone are the Queen bees and Monarch butterflies, wisely 
Replaced by drones the day ambition died, 
Killed by honey tongue hive minds, where guidelines are
Devoured as common sense but dispense commoner blindsides. 

My colony collapsed in the aftermath of the exodus,
With asbestos in our apiary, with a eulogy to excellence,
Through the boons of ruinous tombs, few buffoons are even trying,
I do believe bees shouldn’t be the fools that are doomed to be dying.

My genius eroded by short-sighted insecticide,
The poison permutated, permeates, in effect, we’re pre-scribed 
In vinyl, resigned, we all now groove to the same tune,
Appear to work fine, but a rotten tooth at the root. 

I’ll feel better when I clear the gunk right out of our cavities, 
When capacity for greatness can fly higher than our apathies,
Wise your mind up from nothing, quit buzzing, get some heart, 
This rant’s a lot fucking bigger than 16 bars. 


Eulogy To Excellence [Prod. Patio]

Cypher 12
Theme: You've just won a Grammy. 
Awesome beat by @zelenenki

Lyrics:
Step 1. Conform. Forget your passion.
Get a little earworm with a dash of acumen
Of how to climb the ladder, but bend under the power,
Yet never break the backs of the backers backing ‘em. 

If you can, add a splash of African,
Through Step two, so move on past your fans,
Screw words up so rhymes seem relevant,
For the requisite unintelligent resonant hell of it.  

I’m a clown, amounting to nothing but old clout,
Upchuck the sound they all love to spout, but now,
I’m up on the out and out, home proud
Of the soldout crowd and my sellout sound. 

Cause wit’ a minute to win it, you gotta spit it and mean it,
Your meaning simple admitting you gotta be a chameleon,
Make a meal out meaningless, don’t believe in another thought
Well the Grammy was easy, I’m e-going for the EGOT. 


How To Make A Hit [prod. zelenenki]

Cypher 20 - MHH
Theme - Why do you rap?
Beat provided by @atarebeats

Lyrics:
I’ve got too much intelligence up in my melon to ever believe your malevolence, 
I’m a Nebuchadnezzar that burned all the words, then I built them back up for the hell-of it,
A world I can revel in, the words I can quell ‘em with, my sword is a pen that I learned how to tell ‘em with. 
The chords are my friends that I’m yearning to settle with my infinite, nebulous influenced, eloquence.
And I’m telling these elegies. For those knee-deep in the weak needs of the elephants.
I need to believe more than key pleas, so please keep your irrelevant melodies out of this. 
Check the evidence, the milliner middlemen are admitting a little dread and demanding my scribbles end,
But I’m acting, growling, the God of Carnage. Oscar the grouch got tired of the garbage. 

The key to the maze in my head is the words that express out my temple of madness
When I read out the phrases I bent, they will cure and caress, mortar-pestle my pallet,
My canvas a trembling mess, but nevertheless, I’m destined to finesse best,
When I press, I push prose from holes in my skull, I’m aloud off the gallows, I’m back on the ballot. 
Don’t walk, gotta gallop. Hooves in my brain keep drumming out ballads. A lone case basket. 
So you know I better keep rapping, my plaster cracks when their absence happens, 
And I’m trapped in a rat pack at the back scrapping, swing at bat with the speed of a rubber band snapping, 
Another champ flapping, but hurt pops when the words stop, and I feel like collapsing. 

It’s all I can do, it’s all I can do, I write to right myself. 
And it’s all I can do, it’s all I can do, I write in spite of myself. 


All I Can Do [prod. Atar-E]

Cypher 22 - MHH (/r/makinghiphop)
Theme - Wasted Time
Shout out to @professoralex for the awesome beat

Lyrics:
My watch is bankrupt, it slipped from my fingertips,
Sipped slow overblown snifter on a singer’s lips,
The seconds chipped and flicked my body away, 
While I waited, chasing, paving a way for the pain to invade my veins. I stay
Silent, an island, I no longer see my face,
My black mirror reflects next to nothing but a slave
Wasting away, emotions eroded with atrophy
Wishing for the days that I felt more than earnest apathy.
Half of me, half a league past a mass appeasement masterpiece, 
Other half unabashedly after laughter and disaster, please. 
This limbo lingers, I long to be eradicated,
Scared of what happens to me when all my tears evaporate, it’s 
A mix, I must fix my numb bits,
Not enough of me left, you left with one my ribs, 
Cause the pain beats in my heartbeats, and my brain bleeds and my heart weeps, If I
Look at your picture for long enough will you remember you being beside me? 

I thought time stopped, but it kept going without me.

2am [prod. ProfessorAlex]

Cypher 36 - MHH (/r/makinghiphop)
Theme - Colours
Shout out to @oxbeats for the track.

Lyrics:
Refract this music through optical illusions 
Disperse the melodies and let their meanings loosen,
‘Cause truth blooms through a single strand of lumen 
In rouge hues and blues that make us human.
When tunes move, I get lost in their movement, 
Dudes produce that unbruised fusion of new smoothness
It’s beautiful, bow strokes piercing through blackness, 
Diffusing through shrapnel of alabaster absence.
And when their waves crash, drown in undertones,
Stanzas of Starry Nights found by a single lobe,
And there is music bound between isotopes,
Paint stained refrains of colours I don’t even know.
So the spectrum glows and seems endless
With music and light passing through all defences. 
Mend the senses; let them be reminders
To hear the world through those rose coloured blinders.


Prisms [prod. OxBeats]

Cypher 40 - MHH (/r/makinghiphop)
Theme - Float
Thanks to @fnshlne for the awesome track.

Lyrics
I'm a smooth jazz singer, a cat with a mad fever, a man that The Man figured would never amount neither, I-
Need these melodies to be with her-
I keep these to me - to not seek her out-
But now seems to me I’m not sleeping I’ve been knee deep in a dream but I’m not dreaming I’ma keep clean in the scene deemed for demons and I’ma deep clean all the memories I’ve been keeping,
And I’ma
Break free, though Athena need me, bravely flee me caught in between her smile-
Hope that I don’t show, nope, that I don’t know how to float or fly, broke without her eyes-
I been at the bottom of my stream of consciousness, drown in my dark heart beat of confidence,
Obvious I don’t need the Goddess, but to float at the top seems like some common sense, 
So give me your words and I’ll take ‘em and eat ‘em and even believe that you mean ‘em I mean I’m anemic for leaving that’s easy to see that you mean more to me than can ever be real, I’ll-
Keep with my dreaming cause you alone free me, Your laugh is the air, and I soar on your breezes, 
I don’t want to lose this. You’re my drug and I love the delusions. 
Music.

I can’t be losing my muse and my music’s you (x4)

Of Human Bondage [prod. f|n|sh l|ne]

A rapper from Toronto, ON. Also part of a hip hop duo called The Hideous Men with @OtisLord.

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Any shorter tracks are probably for MakingHipHop's weekly cypher challenge. Theme in descriptions.

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