Okay, sit down class, let me check your syllabus,
You need some extra help like you were strapped in to the little bus,
The sober pacifist I'm besting drunken masters,
Leaving pulses slower than molasses in Alaska,
Rap Taskmaster, lyrical abstractor,
Too much wealth to keep it myself, like benefactors,
You lack the intelligence to stand among the masters,
You bastards, got me mugging out like hammy actors,
Not Nubians, you're bougie newbie hooligans,
Mooching doobies from a platoon of elusive boogiemen,
Hot Lips Houlihan, mashing shit in minivans,
Masticate you faster than cash's leaving your pension plan,
I'm flashing hot while your flows are hitting menopause,
I'm on the mic like a gritty reboot of Santa Clause,
Man-o-war, sting you like your fingers stuck in Mazda doors, 
You padawans surround yourselves with bullshit like you're matadors.

Taskmaster [prod. MIDI Hendrix253]

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)

OKC19

Thanks to The Oddity for this track!!!
@Odditymc


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 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…
Thanks to The Oddity for this great track!

Yesterday remix

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.

Thanks for listening! Let me know what you like.

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