as someone who aced multiple ethics classes, anyone who says ethics are useless is just telling on themselves 😉 also it's very strange that the institutions that explicitly show us thw harms in society (i.e. university) are also the ones who can do nothing but kneel to the political and economic powers that be

if the system is irrational ...

No Apologies

Ho Ho Ho's

Bitch Get Up (feat. Kp Huncho)

Blue Scholars - North By Northwest

Here I Come

ENJOY THE SHOW

Critical Thinking

Magnolia Rain

Love Don’t Cost A Thing

“Get Use To It” ℗2024
Produced by Randolph J. Brown
Written by Randolph J. Brown, Brandon Bell
Recorded at Earth City R&D, Aurora Colorado
Mastered by LANDr

Collective Agreement
Oh
The world that you live in
You get what you give it
I live with no limits
That's why I keep it pimp'n
I'm back on my bullshit
Semi-automatic with a full clip
Don't do nothing foolish
This is my world get use to it
The world that you live in
You get what you give it
I live with no limits
That's why I keep it pimp'n
I'm back on my bullshit
Semi-automatic with a full clip
Don't do nothing foolish
This is my world get use to it
Aint no if and's or but's about it
I brought down the house and everything around it
Burned it to the ground left nothing standing
And aint nothing you can do about it
I poured the gas and lit the matches
Watch it burn then spread the ashes
Sent them to the afterlife no casket
I'm here just to reek havoc
Cause damage and mass panic
Confusion and chaos complete madness
The world is now out of balance
And there aint nothing that can be salvaged
Cause death is all around us
The devil has found us
Evil surrounds us
Apocalypse now now we're searching for answers
With the hopes that our prayers will be answered
I've been to hell in back
Made it back intact
Without a scratch from the land of savages
As a matter of fact imagine going to hell in a hand basket
No AC just the heat blasting
Go ahead and keep laughing
See what happens when shit hits the fan
And everything comes crashing down all around us
Pound for pound I spit rounds by the thousands
Everybody put your hands up
You're on dangerous ground look around ya
Everywhere you go you're surrounded
By savages and cold blooded animals
That's the law of the land but you cant keep a good man down
So I'll be damned if I let a nigga force my hand
This is my world and I am the man
The world that you live in
You get what you give it
I live with no limits
That's why I keep it pimp'n
I'm back on my bullshit
Semi-automatic with a full clip
Don't do nothing foolish
This is my world get use to it
The world that you live in
You get what you give it
I live with no limits
That's why I keep it pimp'n
I'm back on my bullshit
Semi-automatic with a full clip
Don't do nothing foolish
This is my world get use to it
Man I'm so lit right now
I'm the shit right now
Nigga this my town
Tell them kids pipe down
What's rap beef when you got to keep it on wax
Like a thick eye brow
Oh shit I got to switch my style
Niggas hear that and take a big bite down
It's like chewing on broken glass
You will never know the half
Niggas need to quit right now
This my sound it can't be copied
Like a mother fucker pool key
I'm pool side with some new beats
Who's cool as me
That's a rhetorical question
I give you more than a lesson
I be up in the north west
Might hit up Portland for breakfast
Then it's back home to the DIA
I'm a victim of the CIA
When the snow fall want to be like saint
But like an old man imma need my cane
Peep my slang
Why we got to hang in front of the liquor stores
That's fucking odd
While the Mexicans get construction jobs
And the white boys get inheritances
And we got to shuck and jive naw
Got to do more than survive
This is toast to your survival
No rivals I'm just like you
You in the cross hairs I'm the sniper
I'm in the game and on the sidelines
You in the concession stands with a visor
The world that you live in
You get what you give it
I live with no limits
That's why I keep it pimp'n
I'm back on my bullshit
Semi-automatic with a full clip
Don't do nothing foolish
This is my world get use to it
The world that you live in
You get what you give it
I live with no limits
That's why I keep it pimp'n
I'm back on my bullshit
Semi-automatic with a full clip
Don't do nothing foolish
This is my world get use to it

Get Use To It

Black Hole Superette

Bird School

Kingmaker

Leave Me Alone (ft. Dr. Dre & Ty Dolla $ign)

Cinematic

Im Deaf

A track about finding a computer keyboard that can change the past. 

Lyrics 

verse 1

What a waste
I'm fucking old
Copy paste, v control
Again again again again 
More wasted years that I will spend
Control O  just empty
I don't know what kept me from
C O N T R O L   ALT   D E L E T E
Control alt zed
undo what I said
And the things I didn't do
While he was lying in bed (He's dead)
Control B I'm weak 
I wanna be bold
I Didn't speak for a week 
The day he told me
I can pinpoint it
That sunday I destroyed it
I Made it about myself 
That didn't help him I know it
ALT  V H H
I can't take this hidden mistake 
So I gotta find a way to 
Make 
It 
Back
Control home Wild things roam
I see my Younger self by the stream by our road
I see dad walking 
I'm about to be told 
So I make a paper boat 
Out of a note push float it reads

Chorus 1

The diagnosis of dad
Look he's on his way
We're the youngest
And I'm sure it's killing him to say
Stick around  man
Don't you run away
Believe me
You're a good kid
Don't ruin your grades
The drugs are waiting 
But there are better ways 
You fuck this up
There will be darker days
You and Me

Verse 2

Control end 
back here again
Did that really happen
Cause I kinda felt pretend 
Should I press another button
Cause I'm all alone with nothing 
Maybe get back my friends 
They meant something 
Control F (Can't insert)
F3 (Same don't work)
Just another reason
For me popping a perk
Control A, Control D
delete what's in me
Keyboards unresponsive 
Gotta try another key so
nope, nope, nope
wait
someones changing coding using rope 
And are they're pulling me towards em
And my past is  forming 
Changing everything restoring
Changing every dream that you're in
my desk
keyboard and me
If I had to guess
I read my note at the stream
And I didn't run away
It feels different in me
(Control P, click)

Chorus 2

I read your note
The wind pushed it to me
It ripped my heart out
I'll fight and you'll see
I'll live for you boy
I want it to be
Always
You and me
Dad



The Keyboard

Adventures In Counter-Culture

Radio-Inactive

Sounding a Mosaic

Immigrant Workforce

Meant What I Said

I'll Sleep When You're Dead

No Kings

I Pledge Allegiance to the Grind II

Grandma's House

Intro:
Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself...
it is easy for me to put on a show and be cocky, 
or I could show you some really fancy movement...
But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself, 
and to express myslef honestly...
Now that, my friend is very hard to do.

Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives
And for that live moment we thrive
Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive
Rise and walk my son
Come into the light
Inside the dark we illuminate mics
Give knowledge to mediocre
The will to neanderthal
Filter to the the small
Digital to analog
We steady advancin'
Rhyme enhancin'
Civil minds can't keep up with this

Senim Silla:
Dig - I'ma put it on the table
I ain't a thug nigga and playa, I ain't playful
I'm just Senim Silla, man without label
Standin' on my own to you tryin' to stay stable
Speakin' what I know to only what I'm able
I ain't the kinda guy who carry on for dough
The material cat who walk around for show
I'm just your everyday, merry way joe on the go
While others go with the flow
I ain't never been the one to follow trend, I do my own bit
Can't keep up with the joneses, I'm on my own shit
I don't care what you drink
What you stress, how you dress, or where you got the link
I ain't impressed
These lames run around like mice in a maze
Tryin' to get up on cheese, its just a rat race
Wanna change times' schemes to make man worship things
Over the supreme being, or stop, fill up?
Should I join the hypocrites?
Or side with the suckas by choice
It makes no difference that y'all product of environment
It's just coincidence
The world's a violent place baby, there ain't no more innocence
Or civil men or penatence, just
Ignorance cast on the right from wrong 
They mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a song
What that tell you they on?
A sucka act up every minute
The righteous live on but the the niggas are infinite

OneManArmy:
I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a 9 millimeter
Most of y'all gangster rappers ain't hardcore neither
Whoever get mad then I'm talkin 'bout you
Claim you fear no man but never walk without crew
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/b/binary-star-lyrics/honest-expression-lyrics.html]
Where I'm from, your reputation don't mean jack
So what you pack gats and you sell fiend's crack
You ain't big time, my man
You ain't no different from the next cat in my neigberhood who did time
Rhyme after rhyme it's the same topic
What make you think you hardcore cuz you was raised in the projects
Broke ass finally got a hundred in your pocket
Now you on the mic spittin' money's no object
What you say is bullcrap
If you wasn't with your crew and wasn't drunk off the brew
Would you still pull gats?
You need to stop frontin'
Or you're headed for self destruction
Yeah, today's topic is self-destruction
I ain't talkin 'bout the KRS-One discussion
I'm talkin 'bout the one too many ignorant suckas
Lyin' on the mic to my sistas and brothas
Everytime you listen to the radio, all you hear is nonsense
They never play the bomb shit
Everything that glitters ain't gold
And every gold record don't glitter that's for damn sure

(scratching break)

(discussion)

OneManArmy:
How many cats you know speak the illegit rhyme after rhyme diligent?
85 percent represent ignorant
Either you innocent or guilty
Some of my favorite emcees fell off
It damn near killed me
Lookin' at the kids that was true hip-hop
Nowadays them cats don't even do hip-hop
Rap got 'em brainwashed with cats that don't last
And five minutes of fame 
That's when it's a shame
Seein real emcees tryin' to imitate rappers
If you ask me they goin' out ass backwards
Tradin' in respect to push a fat Lex
Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?
It hurts so bad I wanna smack 'em
My favorite crew members break up turn around and join wack ones
This is dedicated to you hip-hop hypocrites
Drivin wack songs like you don't give a shit
I ain't got nothin' against nobody tryin' to make a decent living
It ain't the money that's the issue
Only if that's the reason why these cats are makin' decent music
That's when I got beef with you
And I'ma break it you like never
Go ahead, call me player hater if it make you feel better
Try to jump my crew if you cats feel foggy
You need to wake up and smell the damn coffee

Binary Star - Honest Expression

One-Dimensional Man: Studies in the Ideology of Advanced Industrial Society is a 1964 book by the Freudo-Marxist philosopher Herbert Marcuse, in which the author offers a wide-ranging critique of both contemporary capitalism and the Communist society of the Soviet Union, documenting the parallel rise of new forms of social repression in both these societies, as well as the decline of revolutionary potential in the West. He argues that "advanced industrial society" created false needs, which integrated individuals into the existing system of production and consumption via mass media, advertising, industrial management, and contemporary modes of thought.

This results in a "one-dimensional" universe of thought and behavior, in which aptitude and ability for critical thought and oppositional behavior wither away. Against this prevailing climate, Marcuse promotes the "great refusal" (described at length in the book) as the only adequate opposition to all-encompassing methods of control. Much of the book is a defense of "negative thinking" as a disrupting force against the prevailing positivism.

P1C1, ODM, HM

 bandcamp.com/ihaventaclue 

open.spotify.com/user/313b2cpals72atehad56vorjgkhi?si=7OrLrG6VRsWVNq_XEeb0nw 

www.npr.org/2023/07/17/1187363952/hip-hop-50-all-rap-is-local 

but professor, why is this all still happening?

ps i didnt delete what i wrote, its in a playlist somewhere for u retards to find

i'm old enough to remember smoking a joint out front Darcy's with RTJ and thinkin, "bruh if Mike wanted to kill me all he'd have to do is sit on me".

JUST SAYIN

my social media accounts:
oh wait ... i dont have any

if the system is irrational ...

why_are_americans_so_pussy?