Eeeeeeeasy now people. Been a while but i'm gonna post the rest of my rhymes basicly:

This is all my verses from the subtle swords EP, my new EP Distraction (which will be ready next month) and a spare one just for fun. The rest of the rhymes off the action EP and Line one spoken word word album are in earlier posts down the bottom. Its a veritable wordfest.

Hope you enjoy reading, get at me with any feedback or if you want to make music or whatever:

(stowawayetc@hotmail.co.uk myspace.com/stowawaybeats /stowawayspokenword)

Peas.

Stowaway.

Distraction EP intro

I’m back like a boomerang/rep where my shoes are at/smooth on tracks/

big picture vision like google maps/this is for my thinkers, hazy day drinkers,

kids on the brink thinkin difference is a sickness/not sprinting to the finish on some internet fame thing/the long games a strange thing/I blaze a vain kid/I made this from zero, swingin like a drunken hero/jumpin in your earlobe, drums smuggled in my beard yo/

far from straight and narrow drop the agro and the paro to be less selfish and reveal who myself is/no sleep for days, raves, pills and the thrill of the chase then catch me under full moons swimming in lakes/these are cynical days/you want beef? griddle a steak then get

me a veggie burger and forget your sermon/vex your circle, flex the worst text you hearda/the pressure in my head is murder/lost my mind bad but now i’ve got it wired back/eyes black with mist the abyss stares back/ I face facts, thrive in the frost, survival at cost, my minds like th eislkand from lost/try and stop him get dropped in the action/i’m good glad you asked kid i’m nearing the answers/heres a distraction.

Scofield styles

Spillin on the daily its ill bill bailey, might of heard i’m sorta weird with words caught in my beard/don’t think I mean it? best go check your hearing/catch me sippin beers in a woodland clearing and spitting til i’m tired/in the trees like a forest fire/acknowledge i’m the bandit taxing your language, brandishing slang that you can’t understand kid/ I don’t blend in step to my pen and i’ll end it/like MK fatalaties MCs mad at me cause i’m about rhyming over pose and stylin/fresh angles stashed in the sampler/ S is for stowaway I mess with the throwaway/ nothin but the raw words, eyein all sorts of birds/scoping out the scene so my getaway is clean/battling with no shield/only what my flow yield/ten steps ahead of the game like michael schofield/you’re not gonna catch me, your styles too patchy/I throw a tomohawk like apache and smash teeth/i’m mad grief you can’t handle a gram of me/bad news for rappers like cancer in your family tree/slammin these out with a louisville slugger take a chance with my avalanche and get caught under us/i’m out late hunting rappers with a blunderbuss, I catch em all slackjawed wide eyed with wonderment.

Good news

We move in therough a plume of smoke/just to cruise and joke and booze with folk/blue lagoon mood: slip in and soak/soothe your tired bones guys and lose the gripes its all fine/grab your girl a tall wine, sip rum and unwind/we keep the style well laid back for those who pay tracks and blaze sacks to forget the day they had/amen to that/its the lest likely rhyme spritely kid hit the nib nightly/ steppin on the set like 2mex meets hugh hef/were too fresh for your average listener/its the phantom visitor, jazz figure, pad enigma/hit em with that easy sound, even roid heads are sat back chattin now, thats how it happens yep/we crate dig in a moonlit oasis/we don’t aim for hits, check their faces when we play this/A-list rappers get slapped by what we came with/not changin the game just putting shame on these vain kids/

So face it you’ve got 2 choices: chill or chill/BFT chopped it nice and i’ll spill some skill/we keep building til the vibes right plus were often superfly like bluebottles dodging kryptonite/

so face it weve got you dudes in a good mood/the samples wrangle anger plus the drums are too smooth so get your faces unscrewed just move/its pointless tryin to avoid the tune/ were all up in the room like good news.

So if your sipping fine wine or down in council flats with mounds of hash we got the jam for your bash and raps without the cash/without the brash attitude/just a stack of loops/approachable blokes at open mic, thats what us folk are like/ we play hard but don’t play like we’re hard, I spit honest, knowledge chronicle they’ll keep my brain in a jar/on the day that I pass i’ll leave em craving for answers, diggin in the clay round my grave for some more bars/mars or snickers you can take your pic kids hope your not after twixes cause we took the biscuit/this bits writ just for high jinx and silliness so get less serious if your sippin drinks or fixin spliffs/maybe both do your own thing anyway/a steady spray of rhymes and beats on th edaily its ill bill bailey and J, you still don’t know what hit ya/book us for your party, wedding or bahmitzvah.

So face it you’ve got 2 choices: chill or chill/BFT chopped it nice and i’ll spill some skill/we keep building til the vibes right plus were often superfly like bluebottles dodging kryptonite/

so face it weve got you dudes in a good mood/the samples wrangle anger plus the drums are too smooth so get your faces unscrewed just move/its pointless tryin to avoid the tune/ were all up in the room like good news.

Rorschach’s mask

Its the prime-time showbiz flow sick rorscach’s mask view/i pass through unnoticed, back and more focused/cracking at it hammer and tongs, hammer out plans with my tongue, travel the land back to the sampler when i’m done/sprung out the coffin 48 hour lock in/boozefest whos best? I bang my beats against a brick wall/ dance to cancer tones clavicle bone snap sample/too many angles to fathom: random/extreme confusion, dreams delusions conclude and leave swiftly, nah you just missed me/hands and heart of stone take your plans apart and trash your flows/dirty urchin/bled mercury in a churchyard/learn th ehard way and take no notice, hes hopeless/stayin up all night chewin mics til my teeths broken/tryin to make this something you can feel as a real notion/peel back the layers of what i’m sayin to reveal emotion/statue smasher raps, atlas shoulder status holder/sick spits from an invalids gizzard/flow so harsh it slows the harvest/ so bang your heads til your eyes fall out like them joke glasses/the snow passes i’m stading the same/rain lashing savage at my ageing frame/replace my name, unique shapes in his DNA framework, the kid himself can’t figure how his brain works/insane smirk, rooftop view of the chaos, I stay lost say a seance and watch your face drop/he slew fables, chewed through the cables then exit with a spring in his step like new trainers/pace through unbalanced your none of a challenge/cassette tape case shaped blade waved with malice/the bad acid flashback rap/boundless grim, only way to escape: cut yourself out your skin/ best pixelate my face for your own sake/before i rain ash and hate throughout your cityscape/ they made it look real but its really fake/middle fingers to the system since a punk at a young age/you’ll never be the same is what my doc said, too many thoughts in his orbit, its a wonder that hes not dead/in love with his therapist: teen hormopnes plus meds/ghost process/stow no less.

What kind of fool am I?

She tried to save me from my laziness and effigy to lethargy/with hindsight I find light shined on what was best for me and see now how I let stress get the best of me/its clear now that she was right to let it rest in peace/now I don’t recognize that mess as me/never stress relief but now i’m rested from a heavy sleep/its best that were apart now, a dark cloud lifts from your doorstep/we all get better with time at taking steps in our lives and fending off stress that makes a mess in our minds/and I regret every fight cause not one of em was worth it, I run to the bridge then remember that I burnt it/one of many new things i’m learning/wary of the surface after a slip we lack grip it wont feel like a safezone even if they say so/I miss those days when i’m at your station on my way home/what kind of fool am I making you low?/I still miss your face when I change trains on my way home.

Inverse optimist

Storing my thoughts’d cause an average man blindness/no shade in existence to depict how dark my mind is/jotting down my findings, scribbling on lizardskin/awake til i’m dead: fresh, chewing live pirana flesh/its a sorry mix like religion with politics, laughing in a cave catching bats in my teeth/speak much too vivid lines needles in a feeble mind/bad decisions every second with no learning lessons/nuff pessimism to stop the world working/ smirking to myself daydreaming of destruction/can’t function sober so I guess its game over in a cold dark labyrinth, I claw my way out of it/ring cycle curse kid climbing out the well vexed/copy this disc else you know whats coming next, pass it to a friend its th eonly way to save em/my full moon behaviour casts doubt on your saviours/I’m on the take like clay davis, Ravin/corrupt like politicians heads full of cash and ladies/sall gravy doubters catch the meat and 2 veg/enough grief for 2 heads I teeter on the edge/ I stay hidden like the citizens in dark days/ an ugly figure like gorilla with a shark’s face/ cause this could all go one of 2 ways anyone could lose it in these hollow days and end up on a front page/too sick for docs to fix/inverse optimist/went to every church and turned over every crucifix/ruthless and sick how I can’t stop when I want to/gumshoe mindstate: drink smoke and spy dames/groundhog day time frame: feels like i’m living dead/swimming through the tar and broken glass to lay down my head/my daily breads a housebrick and a pint of gin/I lie in puking blades out my tired face. high on hate.

Syllaballistics (subtle swords verse)

Its the hermit wordsmith/verb splurger/awkward worder/talking surgeon/store more power than corporate mergers, sort to burn ya/my name draped in flame shapes say “stowaway” and your brain breaks/ i’m stuck in the same place still dropping with rain grace like (rain sound) til my brain aches/ live from inside poseidon, life as I find it, skies are a deep violet/I keep smiling despite the fact this grey race of rats got my faith draining fast/I hear the fear in your voice and glare back rant over bass kicks and snare snaps/ its bear trap, beware that kid, he just might snap and flip his lid/spill ink form the nib, sink your ship like a giant squid/ 8 arms round taking your whole scheme down sporting a mean frown that gleams off my brow/more brass than 6 big bands no class like drunk punk fans/ no audition for the position tactician on cynicism missions/the rhythm is sick man like dick van up in the place investigating: diagnosis stowaway/no quest for fame I came displaying my best of brain the rest get frayed your best just let it escalate/won’t rest til I reign/suit dressed like a waiter testing my patience/get left in a crater/i’m a razor shaped wraith unshakeable/my faiths debatable, these days stay fake like inflatables/got ideas by the bootfull just in case they come in useful, you’ll see em one day on display in a museum/ got the wrong phrases to say and beats if you need em/got carried away with myself its day 12 in the big sto house and all hells breaking loose/dudes watching changing rooms on acid the decors sheer madness: near classic/its like a bachelor pad that dracula had/drasticly bad, faster than fads, actually planned, naturally rad.

On company time (subtle swords)

I dwell inside a clockwork dickensian nightmare spititng 6 shades of yellow bricks to build roads from/we thrive just to spite the silence: defiant/chilling days spilling page with the lungs of a giant/thousand yard stare, city limitless/split infinitives like atoms then I crash em like drunk drivers, we smash it liver than casualties on friday nights: confused bruised, boozed dudes with slices from knife fights/its not right nice, luckily the beat is, spot daylife and nightlife and spit a modern thesis/ were not teh star types: sell you discs if you meet me keep this on a CD to grab if your computer crash/slapdash styleathon, mile long tails backs in word traffic/spit spastic verbal tactic afyer the herbal magic/lung interface takes place pace change/hazy pad stabber: fingers like charles mingus/check the reference were making dates with papermates/we catch Zs while you flash your keys, catching these lines live from my mind like they’re butterflies/stow verbal surgeon a third of the subtle guys/the dapper danger face the suave skillness just gimme a mic and a beat and i’ll kill this, style cheerless/its like some alkies with no booze, fiends with no crack or fat kids with no food/my pad peruse bad news in pursuit of sad truths.

were on stormy seas forming these days we step through/best beware be prepared get a high tech suit to pipe clean air through/you remember fruit it used to grow round about when the skies were blue and we had even less to frown about/you can find it on the ground for nowt/munch it when your clownin out, going about your day like when there was daylight, before the second year one/before we flew to space to place an artificial sun put or dates aside to slide the calendar back to day one/back when you could go outside and stick out your tongue without it turning numb or feeling burning in your lungs/the fucks become of us? we used to try and kid ourselves we were civilised/we glamorised living lies, tortured skies from corporate crime we live in night: the sun does not deliver light/sinister guys marginalize/its slave wage til day break, faith shaken, stay awake: heavy breathing counting sheep and jailbreaks/failsafe mechanism trailblaze decked in rhythm stalemate with deft precision we have a winner/opponents groan overthrown stow flown overblown/over grow like moss over some old stone walls/kids got some balls no pause no stall no fraud low score/ grow naught in bank vault walls/live from th efuture unwritten the flawed figure: spitting cynical scripts we winners, anti-religious figures ripping rizlas and grabbing 8ths to thank mother nature for the blessing/we place faith in the seasons it may all change in a breeze’n we in a warm spell all hell breaks loose again/but not yet : we still got time to change the end.

In our nature (subtle swords)

Its the expedition kid spitting lyrics off of tree tops/tropic river swimmers sitting picking little leaches off/seems a good spot, lets get specimens of everything/our first port of call the waterfall so we can get a drink/rhyme forestry we grew this ourselves/12 bars of flow before you know your deep in the undergowth/organically grown poems/rainfalls my metronome/camo skintone/matching with the chloroplasts/outlasting every other species of wordsmith, you get burned if you try stepping without these genetics/flexing like a new branch perusing the plants and fruits/all over the track like ants/how fresh is my safari suit?/catch us smoking leaves through a bark pipe on dark nights or chillin on some coral putting bets up on a shark fight/its in my nature to create art like the way a rare kind of orchid thrives high up on a mountainside out of sight

hyper gene spliced writers rhyming natural science/best believe my 16s’ll leave em seemin primeval/its like a great white bite clampin ya/55 flight high tarantula/my stance above your heads like cobwebs

Green fingered seed slingers downing roots and sprouting shoots/my brainbox serene as a rainforest stream/we dream schemes hopin to be out in th eopen just to spit for every thinkin head from privet hedge to riverbed.

Hook:

nature boys like Rick Flair spit earth water fire air/we dare to keep it movin/evolution students/its always fruitful whenever we branch out uniquest of species conceivable hands down

The worth of boast worlds (subtle swords)

Mate, i’m smashed up like a shipwreck/dashing round with a big net, tryin to get every female frame in the place in the same bed/make your date look braindead/mate fuck your new car/you girls all eyes and ears cause were more interesting than you are/think he took it too far/troubles gonna happen next/subtle stow stay vexed with counterculture for your tape deck/some’ll wanna gripe cause they don’t think I sound right I just stay doin myself like a frustrated housewife/on your last last nerve /rebel with a stack of words/ahead of the curve/I read your blurb it was dead words/I put in leg work keep kickin til heads hurt/my text turns clothespegs to faberge eggs/alchemist of old I stay gold with the language/slang which turns your grey matter into cabbage/get ravaged, i’m well clumsy smashin every track/ranting til i’m blue faced/stole doctor gonzo’s suitcase/I stay on the road breaking cages and secret codes/Kerouac mindstate the worlds my fuckin oyster mate/royston vasey types with small minds get frightened/enlightened by thoughts as we head for your borders/rawkus but not for labels we stay unstable now all your able to do is cradle your cranium were slayin em with scraps of paper and pencils cause cats repeat the same same same like a stencil/its a little somethin more dense for your mental so sink in you dentals and lets go/its preyes and stow your new favourites but you don’t know yet/we get you buzzing like and early morning cigarette/playing with a stacked deck, bluffing, placing mad bets/until we come back you cats ain’t seen nothin yet

Hook:

Its the slacker patter: 2 cynics spitting somethin different/were making dudes look useless like limping ninjas/instant winners steady scratching for the jackpot/rapping lots of patterns you just have to take your hats off/thje slacker patter, were not stuck up we just have manners/fuck up your works like a whole bag of spanners/town planners busy building statues in our likeness/we might just do your minds in with our scribings.

More action

Heres the other two rhymes from my e.p, coming soooooooon.

Awesome welles seals the deal

I do this darker than tarred feathers, make you spar with your bredders/the type to swipe your mic and strike at any fakes in the whole place/leave you looking more ghost dad than ghostface, and your gal with an "o" face/you can sorta tell that awesome welles flows great, clues in the name/slew 22 lame brains straight with no breaks, about to shake it down, lay waste to your town and i'm replacing nouns with razors now so watch your mouth you lazy clowns/ I cane an ounce, the clouds block the suns rays and now you witless lames are eclipsed by the shade/ it goes "boosh", awesome with the biro and the stylish flow, flip scripts 360 like a gyroscope/ Cardiff city to Idaho, you don't wanna try it bro, your better off trying to apply pink nail varnish to a lions toe/ don't fancy your chances frankly, your beats are a little bit dancey, welles flew through your manor and snatched all the scram out the pantry, jammed it in his jansport, scammed a tram for transport but you and your mans got caught for it/ gimme a sample and i'll torture it on some warp shit, i'm madder than aphex drums its raucous/ best grab the pitch forks and get the torch lit, try and force awesome out your village before I pillage your nan's vinyl and make a beat so vital every girl in the face is flush faced, fanning themselves with my flyer and checking their vitals/ leave wack cats higher and drier than the desert sessions, you can chew two finger extensions on some "fuck off with your bluffing" go cuddle up with those other chumps/ come give your man a hug he just got slapped up bad, what?!


Hes a strange one

I'm nightstorm in rhymeform, a slate faced phrase maker, pacemaker replacement: my heart beats sampled snare snaps/ bear attack! get pinned to the ground with grisly sounds kid/ scuff up your mind, don't trust your eyes, you can't believe 'em/ behemoth ewok eat breezeblocks, sleep in moons craters/ screwfaced in a blue haze: icemind, device of doomsday/ dudes say hes a strange one, flame tongue, I say one word and it'll blur out the great suns/ seven years fell through, metal gear stealth moves, tenchu assasin roofclimb tactic backflip: acrobatic/ I land static on a flower's petal, test the mettle, dead samurai spirit vessel/ fleet of geniuses soul host: I control ghosts, feet leaving patches of dead plants where I go/ stepping on the road cars pass through me, can't move me: statue roots I pass through mute trapped in loops/ making observations, fun with stashing evidence, you maybe wanna back this one up for future reference/ you'll find it in the back room of the pentagon with an alien embryo and wolverine's skeleton/ I keep telling them: got things up my sleeve, like chilly kids keep pairs of mittens on a winters eve/ best believe that he's back to babblesmash, I heard he stole skeletor's sword then hotwired the battlecat/ get afraid like babies I say "hey" to the ladies like Madeley in a stately home with champagne waiting/ my mouth sprays paintings like alien tins, alienated kid paces gravely til the sun drops/ getting writers necks in an undead headlock, fresh from the coffin to rip your head off its the zombie faced kid with no eyes in dead sockets/ I get horrid.

Raps (ody)

Hello hello, here are some bars i've written for an ep called action which has all beats on it and that (and will be finished soon hopefully).

Pens run for safety

I spit with last 20 minutes of akira type intensity/I wasn't meant to be, noticed frowns when they mentioned me/grounded like a centipede, a billion PC's mental speed/smashing fallacies I dash through the galaxies/ I walk home puff some green, spy some tags, drag some feet/medusa stare as meatheads lumber down StMary's street/stay bored of all of it, ought to take a torch to it/raw lyrics in your coordinates: subtle swords we spit insubordinate/ think you've got me figured but you never will/ Ill Bill Bailey, pens run for safety/ vacate the pavements, crave open spaces, i'm drowning in leaves staring skyward in a green field/ I float on a cloud bleeding snow from a severed head, dropping burninig bibles onto church spires/ anti eveything, negi view like a dark room/harpoon your minds eye, pass through a passer by/ rap's Harvey Pekar: my day jobs are boring me, spawning these ideas til early in the morning we/ pace in different rhythms its all sweet like the cinnamon: subtle saboteur pouring poison in the winners pool/ I bootleg creation selling copies for a fiver still tread that fine line between slacker and skiver/ McGuyver mind: I build mics out of broken stuff, your token tough guy style is just a total bluff/ I give a fuck if its wrong I still write on: headstrong kid, I get a grip like a python/ style like wildlife: the wolf in the woods, hoods up mission I move quick like stolen goods/ Its stowaway the brains of the operation: white collar slave labour, sci-fi fight with lightsabre/ high profile spy caper/ frasier caned cranium danger! 5 mile wide rhyme skyscraper/ were talking last 20 minutes of akira type intensity/ stowaway, line one sick rhyme dispensary, frown when they mention me/ I cause tension cause i'm getting to em mentally.


Not sleeping much

Some summer in the garden of eden, loving sleep-ins while others huddle in the streets where its freezing/ some starving and needing it hardly seems equal: some overeat some can't feed their people/ from prequel to sequel we swallow it whole while they creep over people to reach for their goals/ smile for the camera/ in their eyes your a gang, they've got all angles covered: close work with closed circuits, keeping you nervous/ no blurring of your personage they record it and store it/ the same way I do a verse its disturbing, apalling/ Not taking any I D they're giving see/ skin deep microchip to digitally reference me? nah/ a whole industry made to take liberties, the front lines your privacy: listen please!/ its just the truth I say to get it off my mind like toupes: the message for your brain check out the lines with x-rays/ I'm sayin i'm tired and wired simultaneous, straining just to lose touch with conciousness, i've tried eating snacks, reading stuff and smoking out, but how can I relax when theres so much to think about, think now/ sleeps fashionably late so i'm waiting and wondering, just like pondering: do I analyse too much or other people not enough? don't they realise that people's lives have run amok and things are fucked?/ sleeps fashionably late, again, so i'm wondering, stuck pondering: am I looking too close up or just not sucked in by the bluff?/ cause it seems like were stuck/ and its not too hard to see if you ask me, its not too hard to see if you ask me, its not too hard to see if you ask me/ its not too hard to see if you ask.

A short(er) one

Bric-a-brac

I drop anchor and tamper with the ship sink mechanism
clip water wings four corners to the surface risen
infinite light kept in the prison of a prism
defending the right to keep blinkers of cynicism
maintain vision with microscope eye to the system
the big picture digital widescreen transfer
dancer with devils and dynamic specters
romancer and rebel, chameleon splendour
metal skin leisure in the relevance lecture
knew when you met the
stretcher of a beat, sweet texture like nectar speaker of a speech
a soothsayer the main captain of the boat that stays afloat in rough rain
plus stormtime conext; a complex montage of time and place
rhyme at a random pace, throw my heart far and give chase
I shuffle the cards and deal a kick with soul to the sleeping canine
I travel the mainline with camera behave-like

Pace straight in with that right place wrong time dynamic
horseplay-faced constrained to the planet
damn it, my jet boots wreck loose and spark small with no pep juice
its the recluse: glass of fruit juice nad some pen/page movement
ice age persuant of snake hair medusa
write a page covered in space age pursuits the
rhymer of a riddle in the middle of your bickering
louder than bombs but with subtle hit like whispering
writing a wrong too many young kids on ritalin
leave the whole place glistening, crystaline
when plans go long its just the nature of the mission its
hell with bells on an incomplete vision of
where we dwell on an ageing picture of
times removed from the one we stand in
hand in hand in quiet unified abandon
til we land on the sand and stroll shoreward
forward.

3rd wave

Good Monday to you, heres some more stuff I've written:

Amalgam

I'm an amalgam, a tattered scrapbook, a battered black book of names and digits
the ink fades to a lighter tone as time goes on I sit and fidget
I figure lifes blink and you'll miss it property
I'm an amalgam, a properly organised list of pastiche in a post-post modern age
where everything looks old and new at the same time so I don't know where I am
Cause I've seen it all before but I've never seen this before
infomercial spliced with folklore, they make everything seem like its too real
compound double bluff, your brainwashed with double dutch
I may be aloof then so be it but I won't put out my fire with forced meetings
meaningles small talk over cofee and down phones
too tired to appreciate my wife when I get home
we seem to forget that were free to roam
despite the ne news filter all is not lost
the sun shuts down then we rise surrounded by frost
natures still our real boss
as sure as night follows day and it surely does
I'll be regarding it all just cause I can, to make an effort to understand
in a time with no defining character, excpet that it has no defining character
if there needs to be one it isn't me, I travel too close to the sun
any effort made hateward is a selection of wasted steps
I'm an amalgam of all the music I ever heard with baited breath,
of the feeling I got when I first became aware of the cold footsteps of death on my heels
so now even when i'm running up the down escalator i'm aware its all finite
so now I care that I live right
write rhymes, 9-5 grind in the daytime, speak over beats and see my people at night
The trees were here before you made them into fax paper
the sky was clean and clear before the black vapour
you push people to the edge and back again
I guarantee they were happier before they were treated like battery hens
and not humans
it's harming your business; people off sick cause hey don't feel human
I wish I could spread wings and herald the city and say "were just humans"
and all the cars and buses stop moving
long enough for us to reflect inside and out again
even the facets were scared to bare to the open air
and so many of us will never get to be ourselves or properly know each other
and instead we pace, smothered in a steel blanket with false angles
beaming attitude and bravado for the benefit of strangers
I've been myself since i lept from stagnant socials pools like a frog post-spawn
I'd reccomend it, grab the rose/thorn combination and see the beauty in both
see the colours of fire in explosions an unending process like rocks eroding
will you still want that latte on your deathbed?
or will you realise by then that others opinions can ruin your life if they pilot your head
I think free as the air but its a matter of time before I can't use that simile in a rhyme
people read more magazines than books
and are taught to judge by looks and to buy music sold to you by crooks and art rapists
I'm sick of artificial digital representations so I keep it pen and paper, back to basics
I'll ignore the fact its all getting more like the matrix
and try to find something real to grasp as i'm ageing
forced to the fringes with internal war waging
so now I know who I am and I know who I'm not
and I wake every day with my guts in a knot
put a note to myself over beats and my dreams in a box
kept locked and long lost
I dress to my specification and push buttons for detination
you must be missing your mother; you let a stranger tell you what to think and what to wear
yeah ok then, I'm the weird one
not suited to these current social climes I spit these jibes at the hive mind
and whip out the carpet from under your feet
to say i've got beef is an understatement
its more like herds covering acres.


W.Y.H.I.W.Y.G

Its the lyricist that thinks of this, not sex, every seven seconds
poorly porposed I suppose, composed for those who hopes crave real things
gat a fondness for feelings like bee stings and morphine, endorphin withdrawals
unauthorised murals that liven up walls
with a grip on my goals and my soul I raise sword up
not for slaugter but I sure as hell wave the blade perilous
its that daily endeavour to take fate and self serious
remaining under the radar with tricks up and heart on sleeve
arms out to those who stare at them when i'm not wearing them
sometimes the ink in my tissue causes a different skin colour issue
its funny how people think they know you whne you've never spoke to them
believe you me shock value is not the intent, still has that effect
but the ink I sink is not for them
it goes: one to lay past regrets to rest, two for wngels who watch over and know me best
and I expect you'll end up hearing the rest in this prose I compose to get stuff off my chest
whenever the situation worsens and it seemd like curtains I do my best
never the less, you can be certain that life's predictable cadence tests my patience
so I warp established frameworks into the shape of something alien(ated)
keep trying to figure me out keep failing
I'm walking after dark with fat markers when its raining
repeating my phrasing under my breath I take in the atmosphere
smoke at my lips and i'm catching my death and i'm happy here
wherever here is
I keep moving on like beatniks, fearless, with ability to laugh at a near miss
I dance delicately balanced on the edge of a precipice
tearing out my throat screaming quotes at the abyss til its pail like six broken wrists
picture this

Don't pin your hopes on me I can't get my own to stay attached
if you keep an image of me in your mind i'll redefine myself and snatch it back
the frost bites at my soul til its frozen, broken and black; cracked
the chill extinguishes bridges I burnt in nervousness past
with one hand balled in a fist and the other blowing a kiss I stare back at this
unaware of what i'm aiming at in my brain I can't miss
nothing more here than me, beats I made and words I writ
its an improvised script for the humourless skits that bookend me
I choose the volumes then turn up the volume
the sound illuminates dark past paths, twisting back and bending
some of the parts neeed mending they've been out of action for too long
so I take time to seba the paradox before I move on
I shadowbox with an unknown opponent
a potent self awareness now so glaring that i'm pairing it with my own distant drums
I can't ignore it all my flaws lit up like pinball for all to see
I hope to either side of the faultline as it widens: timeless
with eyes open wide to defy previous blindness
no spite for me, I dodge that trap with a sidestep
I hold a grudge in a vice like grip, crush it to death then let it slip
like ashes falling through and hourglass
I watch til my faces matches their palour, all the colours drain and things get duller
on the set of my film i'm the tech, set designeer and focus puller
its getting beyond a joke now: no longer rhyming words fr the sake of it
cause I can look back pleased with my page and the way I decorated it
it took me a while to know how, I was gathering know how
for ages I was like "no, how is this gonna work"
but then i'm cuing in a shop and I crack a smirk cause a rhyming line hits me like its composed of coke
and i'm back to work with a bus ticket and a biro, and I now know how goes my own flow
like a waterfall back up onto the rocks I switch the gravity of the situation i'm facing til its laced with a dark wit
I spark sarcastic and spit sardonic
no time to start shit when clocks tick ominous
wordaholics anonymous

Aye aye, I spy a tired guy from fights with broken promises
back straight like atlas shouldering honesty
this is me presented honestly and its more kerouac than street rap if you can handle that
if not I suggest you take this one back
heres the haps: with one hand I pick up a pen and then with the other I take up the slack
with both I hold tenderness for a million difficult lives
in comparison to some guys i've had easy times
but I can't help that, any more than than the colour of my eyes or the colour my hair grows
I could cover up with a dye but thats lying and I'd still know
I apply that same logic to rhymes I write
kepping it real in the realest sense; honesty or nothing no seat on the fence
no time to give it a second thought when guilt spills forth from an unknown source
things get fraught
lost track of the times i've fought with myself over this
I swim amidst a mix of ignorance and bliss
clocking some girl, biting my fist like "is she real?"
but I know the deal, I got it in a backhand
like this tattered notebook held tight with elastic bands
so now I travel the land; a spliffed up drifter dodging sinking sands
A thousand narrow escapes, I drink ink and vomit a landscape
I step down to the lake with cigarette pack and some jack in a beaker
polluting my bloodstream when things are bleaker til they seem sweeter

One think I know is none of it stays the same
the shapes change and I can't remain in the same place
so I change aims and switch names and try try try again
thats me stood in the rain bending lightening to form my name:
stowaway