track 8 from "The Call To Adventure EP" - available for free at https://skepsys.bandcamp.com/

lyrics:
[verse 1]
Tryin’ to strike a balance between callous
And naïve, fantasies of ratchets
Dreams of classy, passive and brashness 
It’s funny how we paint this canvas 
The fallacy duality
Flip sides of a coin but the currency 
Holds no weight
Like a Teflon dealer on his personal space
You look around tell me what you see
How could you reduce it to an A or B? 
With 26 letters
The combinations endless and meant to put together
And the shades of gray is like a razor blade
Straight to the face of mental defense mechanisms in place 
But that’s just the first step 
‘Fore you add some color to your verses
Evaluate the world you interpret 
Is it really just turn up then turn in? 
Nah, that’d be insultin’ 
If I believed that encompassed
Your whole mind state and spirit but the assumptions
Could set me up for disappointment
If that’s a concern you missed the point then
I just want to elevate the culture
Generate some deeper thought for me to hold up
Steel sharpens steel, I need the inspiration
Might be selfish if that’s the implication

[hook]
Tryin’ to be the change I want to see
In a world that’s raisin’ brazen thieves
Wonder what my savin’ grace’ll be
Savin’ face aint made for me
(x2)
My savin’ grace, my savin’ grace
My savin’ grace, my savin’ grace

[verse 2]
Rectify the situation
I defy you to be complacent
You rep your soil but you never grow through it
I’m just tryin’ to bring this flow to it 
You’re starvin’ at the roots
When you’re harborin’ a view
Of inferiority you started to assume 
Don’t take that hate upon yourself
Take pride in the space that formed yourself 
But understand what raised you
Ain’t a shred of love in the bullets that grazed you 
Shine a light on what’s beautiful
Thick skin, thin chance but damn it’s formidable 
Got to take a timeout 
Imaginin’ all of us just lined out
Yellin’ out “crack a window let it ventilate”
‘Cause the smoke filled rooms never had to entertain
The likes of myself but it’s high time
That we start seein’ ourselves in a fine light
Otherwise our development arrested
And our potential is but a figment
Of imagination on passin’ faces
And this an affidavit in mastered cadence
So best wishes and blessings out to the Eastside
Creekside, East Capitol where I reside
Jackson, the homes packed to the max and
Story your stories deserve daps and
Tully get money don’t let it sully your gully
And all my cuttys and honeys under the Cali sun, one love

[hook]


Saving Grace

track 6 from "The Call To Adventure EP" - available for free at https://skepsys.bandcamp.com/

lyrics:
[verse 1]
Captivated fans ‘cause my flow is that advanced
Rockin’ soul loops but it got me in trance
This writer’s cockblock got my mind on ways
That I could formulate to keep kickin’ rhymes all day
Tryin’ to stay awake to the ways of the world
But lust got me tryin’ to make a break for your girl
And tryin’ to get paid got me on the grind
Nostalgia got me wonderin’ I’m on your mind
So the next time you see me say wassup
You put a couple pounds on, I still’ll take you up
On that offer that you never made
The way your curves contour got me entertainin’
Dirty thoughts, I lay you down shorty hella pains
Me to think of how we ended up
On the fence but I wish that we could mend it up
But it’s the way it played out
Had to cut to black, what if we had faded out

[hook]
Was it all for the best?
One little change, it’s a butterfly effect
After this I could put it to rest
But for one last time can I sit and reminisce
Was it all for the best?
One little change, it’s a butterfly effect
After this I could put it to rest
But for one last time…

[verse 2]
Ink spillin’ on my notebook
Got you thinkin’ like, why I never spoke up?
The fuck is there to say about it?
I keep the last word, not the loudest
And speak with impact, on the humble stayin’ grounded
While I bask in the sunshine throwin’ up the W
But shit is mad trife, thinkin’ damn how can I elude
My home being one that they runnin’ through?
And if they do come and I try to make a sudden move
Could be the end of me baby
With all these licks gettin’ hit shit’s drivin’ me crazy
The energy you send is what you attract
So the abyss only gets deeper when it’s comin’ to pass
And you wallow in self-sorrow ‘cause you caught in your past
Survival of the fittest really ‘bout who adapt
Give a fuck about burnin’ some bridges
But tonight I’m at the pier just payin’ a visit

[hook]

[outro]
‘Bout to close the book on this shit
One love



Butterfly Effect

lyrics:
[Intro]
Word up, Word up
‘Bout to cleanse they souls with this one
Time to take ‘em to church, word up

[verse 1]
Ain’t shit that you could say to us - generation wh(Y) you blamin’ us?
‘Cause a rebel without a cause got taken up
And his cup runneth over with the blood of Christ
Jumped into a Chrysler and drove into the night
Guided by Polaris, smokin’ Northern Lights
Stoned like Saint Stephen and caught the poltergeist 
Pitchin’ from a glass house, take your own advice
And I refuse to bow down say no Mordecai
Arrived at my destination
Can I get an amen from the congregation?
I made it by the stars in the constellations
So the altar could witness another altercation
Ripped down the old glory
From half-mast no half-steppin’ in my story
Waterboard her in holy water what does she owe me?
Solely answers to hold me over, now sing it for me…

[hook]
Welcome to the Sabbath
A drink for your chalice?
So break bread and let’s get this spot crackin’
New Testament flow – word to young cannons
It’s divine intervention behind stained glasses
Welcome to the Sabbath
A drink for your chalice?
So break bread and let’s get this spot crackin’

[verse 2]
Now one’s for the money or the lack of
Two is for the show ‘cause the math just won’t add up
Three’s to get ready for a world that wasn’t built to stand us
Four to go toe-to-toe when these talkin’ heads ramble
And not just with our words, with the actions to match ‘em
But y’all still tryin’ to clean the lyrics in the track up
While the ground level’s lookin’ like the mirror
I guess it’s too hot got to wait for the steam to clear up
But who got time for that?
And ‘nuff respect to the gods but they lyin’ in fact
When you startin’ to pop and they cosign your raps
My flow erase any line you draw in the sand
We livin’ amidst the carnage
American Dream – shards of glass, broken promise
It’s 2014 proceed but heed caution
And thirst for the knowledge but watch out for mirages

[hook]
Welcome to the Sabbath
A drink for your chalice?
So break bread and let’s get this spot crackin’
New Testament flow – word to young cannons
It’s divine intervention behind stained glasses


Holy Waterboarding

Lost In Transaction [produced by MF Doom]

lyrics:
Transaction let me get a fat stack of ones
Lackin funds like packin guns, have you actin up
So what you know? Hoes consider me nominal
Short jokes for my wallet isn't comical yo
And what good is it my flows is phenomenal?
When my gas money line the pockets of the
Conoco Phillips, Shell, Arco, Exxon, Chevron Techron
Tryin to be a lawyer probably end up Royal Tenenbaum
Break the conversation down paper what it's centered on
But to get ya budget off you gotta do the Cheddar Bob
Heaven sent Americans hell bent outta element
Root of all evil - bein friendly with our nemesis
Medical mal settlements, clerics swear they celibate
But at least the water aint clouded with too much sediment
Glory worthy baskin in - never nearly adequate
Swear I hit a walk off then they call me up to bat again
Performance enhancin ascendin dancin with the devil
Critical side-effects, roid rage, we assemble
Empirical data help us avoid our reflection
Before facin ourself we like to decry the perceptions
A toast to my parents workin at the Post Office
Hope they're off before their coworkers go postal
That's just reality. Mass shootin fatalities
Depression over salaries of unemployment casualties
Infrastructure out of date god forbid calamities
FEMA failin people hope Katrina was anomaly
Livin out in Cali hope the plates don't get mad at me
Shift the tectonics it's gon' be disaster candidly speakin
The budget in a deficit, shut down threatenin
We hold these truths self-evident
Situation tenuous, attention like a pendulum
Students want the edge so now they pedalin em Ritalin
Tiger moms buildin children in their preference
'Cause one dimension is their vision of development
No Child Left Behind - they still falling through the crevices
9/11 responders still aint seein their benefits
Hard to comprehend how they get lost up in the labyrinth
History repetitive dead it before it's back again

Lost In Transaction

Mirror, Mirror (produced by @baljot-gill)

Mirror, Mirror (produced by Baljot Gill)

Hold It Down

track 6 from "The Call To Adventure EP" - available for free at https://skepsys.bandcamp.com/

lyrics:
[verse 1: Skepsys]
Draggin' my feet across the concrete jungle
Tryin to pick the pieces up, leave it to me siftin through the rubble
Tryin't to make peace with my regrets and not regress
I take a recess and call a cease and desist
And it was much needed
Aye miss me with the convo 'bout with the beefin'
Who's car leased, and who puffin' the bammer weeded
It's irritatin' got me feelin' like a baby teethin'
Show me some hope and innocence - 
A baby speaking his first words, in some similar terms to optimism
Can we opt for that wisdom? And offer to cherish it 
Even if 'em jaded souls out to disparage it
Let's member(ship) and ride the wave of positivity 
"You got to live and let live" is what they said to me
Some mischievous souls in hieroglyphics
Translation -- I don't be sippin' where you pissin'
And nor do I eat where you be shittin'
So get the fuck from round me
But not hard feelings, I be wishin' you godspeed
And proceed to collect proceeds
And hopefully I see my dreams before the hope flees

[hook: Skepsys]
Just tryin' to get my mind right
Better late than never, hope the time right
Still get it how I live 
Aint out here solicitin' stay the fuck out of my biz
Just tryin' to get my mind right
Better late than never, hope the time right
Still get it how I live 
Aint out here solicitin' stay the fuck out of my biz

[verse 2: Rush Toor]
See I came up from that block where the sold they souls
We was kids catching dreams, but instead we caught a cold
And yea my mama knows, we doing it 'til we get old
Until we grow out of these shoes, I'm singing the blues walking the road
Oohh I think I hit a vein, I think I might explode like I'm leaking propane
Getting rained on feeling like a drain
So much strain on my brain 
I swear, I think im going insane, right
But I still got that hope lined up in my scope
I Just hope that I don't trip from slipping on this bar of soap
Its so bizarre(bazaar) like I'm walking with my people 
Life playing with my cerebral
I douse myself out with some diesel, please 
Let me sit back smoke a blunt, have a Tic Tac, and just breathe
Inhalin' all my worries, worry 'bout when I'm established
'Cause right now I'm feeling famished, open fridge make a sandwich
It's scandals niggas talking slow, catch up to my bandwidth 
I can't stand it, so I'ma take a seat and eat my sandwich 
'Cause life is such a bitch, but I know all her tricks
Her words can never hurt me and I burned all her sticks

[hook: Rush Toor]

Mind Right (feat. Rush Toor)

Wolves

track 2 from "The Call To Adventure EP" - available for free at https://skepsys.bandcamp.com/

lyrics:
[verse 1]
I’m desecratin’ everything you veneratin’
So don’t tell me who you dedicatin’ your shit too 
I probably defecated right on they face out of spite
But knowin’ my luck, they was into golden showers and the like 
Aite, you know the typical “you aint my type”
Meanwhile, the one I wanted is becomin’ a wife to another man 
Just look at what I’m up against
Every man in my fam got a runnin’ tab at every pub
Heart strings I was tuggin’ at
Just snapped and I came second fiddle like Bullethead
To the Romeo Santanas - don’t even know damn manners
And still got mad bitches in Craftmatics
Me bein’ a prodigy caused mad havoc
You’re deep mobbin’ and you got deep pockets
But when it come to this rap shit I need coffins
Kill a MC target while I’m sleep walkin
And because I’m brown skinned President got briefed on it?! 
Get a time machine tell him he won’t amount to shit
Kill his self-esteem, there he go smokin’ loud again
Did he inhale? Now who gives a fuck about the kid?

[hook]
Let’s get this shit jumpin’, I’m who you stuck with
Lookin’ for change but it still amount to nothin’
If you don’t fuck with Skepsys then kick buckets
If you don’t fuck with this shit then yo you buggin’

[verse 2]
Throw me an assist
I’m like Kobe with the passes
After puff puff I just wouldn’t pass it
Kicked out of the circle and can’t afford the habit for myself 
So I had to stop smokin’
Aint got shit to brag about and can’t stop boastin’
That’s why I start rappin’ and can’t stop flowin’
Hit up Lindsay Lohan and tell her to start blowin’ 
Damn it, she thought I was talkin’ cocaine
But I’m the only rapper that’s not in the coke game 
So how the fuck I’m (sup)’posed to profit off a hoe’s pain 
God damn it was a dope day
Until I woke up and had to look at yo face
A blow up doll wouldn’t give me pussy for air
Laughed in my face and said to me grow me a pair 
The coldest shoulder had to give me the chills
And that’s the reason that I’m here lookin’ for cheaper thrills

[hook]

[verse 3]
They said dyin’ in my sleep would be peaceful
Well they must’ve forgot my dreams are full of evil
In competition for how shitty they can treat you
And every night they double-back and get a damn redo
I probably had one too many days
I go to weight watchers lookin’ for Jenny Craig
And how the fuck I’m (sup)’posed to feel with blue testes and belly aches?
Testy to the say least, so give me death or give me space
And take a look into the nearest happy home 
Make a book about the fucked up shit goin’ on
Publish it under the pseudonym of Peeping Tom
But yo the check cuttin’ could never get deep enough could it?
Cause a fly on any wall that you could put it
Is finna smell the shit and then it got to buzz to it
And I’mma be spewin’, shootin’ off at the mouth
That’s what I thought speakin’ my peace/piece was all about
I’m out

[hook]



Buggin'

1/2 of the Hip-Hop group, Zoetic Minds

Zoetic Minds' third album, "As Far As I Can See" is out now!

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