The What (Feat. Method Man) (O

You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin'
Got a few hooks but no jabs
Took them out your corndog books and notepads
I get it, you Got Rich robbing those in the industry
 Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest one out your camp
 He might step off and take half the juice from your amp
Enough to make you vogue on the cover of GQ
Only missing the sheer blouse, homie, you see-through
Stop sipping on that Formula 50
 They want heat, I'll give it to them burnt and crispy
Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it
Especially these overrated rap steppin fetchers
I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle
 Woodwork strips being chipped to charred chisel
One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit
No matter what, you still window shop for lyrics
If you's a pimp, put chicks on a stroll
 And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold
Who Shot Ya? You don't have enough on your roster
Move like a Fed, talk like a mobster
That Yayo slangin, please abort it
 Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won't snort it
Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides
You can get your best ghostwriters, get them all to testify
Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets?
Five hundred killa bees, buzzing and really on it
Whipped with Cuban Linx, cut with Liquid Swords
 Choked by Ironman 'til we crush your vocal cords
You ain't nothing but a pig in a blanket
Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet
 All this rap crap that's trapped in your colon
 Only means, get rid of the wack shit you're holdin'
Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the candyshop
You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop
A few cats is looking for a rat with cheese
Got something to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles rolled while doing your two-step
 Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu left
Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the cream
You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust; I dust off Smokey and the Bandits
 With the brush stroke off the canvas
 I walk on your Gators and lizards
Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be rocking them Blizzards
 Wanna be caught 'til you walk the D-Block
 To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings like Peacocks
I was an emcee while you was in Nutville
On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts filled
Ten years your senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one
Straight from Medina with a mass of many suns
Supernova give off gamma-ray bursts
And I'll finish this, only cause I let off first

Gza - Paper Plate

Coffin Joe RMX of GZA's 'Shadowboxin' off Liquid Swords.

Shadowboxin [ft. GZA & Method Man] RMX

The lesser known / played original version of this '95 banger. The LP version is what most people tend to prefer, but I like this more laid back beat.

Mobb Deep - Temperatures Rising (Original)

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Caught in the Non Act: excerpt upcoming "a Rock-or-Die Opera"
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music: beats and tune by szalap  @kacper-razdwarazdwa
// ...and additional samples
by fictionalive
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lyrics written and 
narration provided by fictionalive
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fusion of it all - fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports
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dropped
Thursday, August 8th, 2025
time - 10:39 AM Central European
Hot Summer Time Zone
today: chaos unfolds —
clouds weep showers of sorrow,
laughter born from disbelief

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// keep shining, crazy little diamong

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"Caught in the Non Act"

At first glance, the phrase seems paradoxical—a riddle whispered in smoke. To be “caught” suggests interruption, perhaps even exposure, yet what is unveiled is the “non act,” a moment defined not by what is done, but what is left undone, unwilled, unexpressed. Here, systems of intention and volition collapse; the actor is held—and holding—precisely at the threshold of action.

I. The Paradox of Presence and Absence

To be “caught in the non act” is to be present at the site of absence. This title evokes the liminal: a threshold where anticipation, hesitation, or silent refusal takes the stage. It aligns with Zen thought—the uncarved block, the sound of one hand clapping—gestures toward meaning that reside in emptiness, stillness, and restraint.

II. Agency in Inaction

Is inaction itself a form of agency? Existentialist thinkers such as Sartre argued that even not-choosing is a choice. To be caught in the non act is to dwell in the suspended animation of potential—the lived tension before choice crystallizes into commitment. Here, the subject is not powerless but powerful in withholding, sabotaging the momentum of events through refusal or hesitation. The non act radiates with possibility, every moment of not-acting echoing futurities never realized.

III. Surveillance and Self-Reflection

“Caught”—by whom? By others, or by the self? If the non act is witnessed, it takes on the texture of surveillance: the fear or thrill of being seen not doing. It is the existential snapshot of one’s truth in the gap, the moment between mask and face, a zone often more revealing than any overt gesture. Inwards, it becomes conscience—self-apprehension at the point of procrastination, moral paralysis, or pure contemplation.

IV. Contemporary Resonance

In an era pressed by productivity and ceaseless motion, “Caught in the Non Act” resists the cult of doing. It honors withdrawal, indecision, the strategic pause, and the mysterious freedom in simply not complying, not reacting, not perpetually performing. To be caught in the non act is perhaps to find, at last, a clearing in the relentless forest of demands—a sacred ambiguity where the self can listen more closely for the next true move.

V. Aesthetic Echoes

The phrase dances with ambiguity and negative space. Like a photograph of a ghost, it suggests presences that can only be glimpsed obliquely—what remains hauntingly unfinished, the beauty in longing rather than attainment. It is the space between musical notes, the silence that frames the utterance, the spell before awakening.

Final Reflection

"Caught in the Non Act" thus stands as a quietly rebellious banner—an enigma that encourages us to ponder the riches of stillness, hesitation, potential, and refusal. It asks us: what, in this stopped moment, have you discovered about movement, intention, and meaning itself? Sometimes—the non act is the truest revolution.

D.I.T.C - Day One

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