It's Chops on his job just rockin' the raw lick
Got mad heart and a hot head to top it
Pot in my pocket mockin' the laws that
Do not follow logic, thoughts philosophic
To conquer the conflicts, solvin' the problems
Tossin' the nonsense all in the garbage
The clock on the wall tick tocks quick and constant
I'm not gonna stall and to stops not an option
Tossin' the cognitive punches hot
Boxin' the boxes that box in thoughts
Launchin' this logical thought onslaught
In response to the falseness that bombs our spot
Off in the darkness, SPock in the starship
Far from the comets, talkin to martians
Bopgun is cocked and it's locked on the target
Fonk like Parliament, sloppin' it cosmic
Shock like a socket, spark like some hot flint
Shot like a rocket to the top of the rock and
Beyond to the awesome realm where the gods live
The realm where the real and ideal got mixed
On some shit like this I stomp like a rhinoceros
Monstrous boxer that knocks the unconscious
To conscious, pop and its gossip are toxic
Politics is all a big ass kissin' competition
Not the facade that Fox and its bots get
Moronic reports on proposterous topics
At long last podcasts are on it to off it
The bombast will not last, we've all been evolvin'

Fear and anxiety can kiss my ass
When storms are near I just think this will pass
Then if it leaves my ass dead in the grass
At least my last seconds were badass
Staring the storm in the eye
If I'm gonna die I'll take all of my pride
I'm on my own side, I versus I
Is an unwinnable fight, a slow suicide
That mauls you inside like a small lion pride
Chews through your spine and swallows your mind
Eats you and shits you out on the roadside
To be consumed all over again by some flies
These rhymes are boss like that M Bison guy
Enticing why? bitch why ask why
Word to Bill Hicks, life is a ride
Mine happens to fly in the sky
Chopperman's shining his light
On the mountainside to provide better sight
For those climbing at night like I was before flight
And will after, after this wonderful ride
Electrifying like lightning when it strikes
Sending spikes to flatlines reviving life
Beelining right to the construction site
Of the spirit inside us it will never die

Hate and apathy can take a hike
When they attack we must take it in stride
Roll with the punches or fail the fight
Face your opponents or flail in fright
There's no such thing as stale delight
No one can contain the rays of light
They come and go, night to day, day to night
Some of them glowing dim, some blazing bright
Can't hold them in, they dance with the wind
Into the distance then around back again
Can't capture it with this pad and pen
But can't help but try, I'm addicted
Can't kick the habit and I'm glad about it
So happy I don't care how mad I'm soundin'
Stress weighs a ton without the funk
But I feel weightless when the drums are poundin'
The Dingo is shining his light
On the mountainside to provide better sight
For those climbing at night like I was before flight
And will after, after this wonderful ride
Electrifying like lightning when it strikes
Sending spikes to flatlines reviving life
Beelining right to the construction site
Of the spirit inside us it will never die

Stepped out the door like, "Hello world!"
Hopped in the car, let my sails unfurl
Out of thousands of oysters there's just one pearl
I'll hunt still, until I'm haggard like Merle
Finding a diamond in the rough takes patience
And saying sayonara to vacations
It takes great sacrifices to make great men
So turn off the Xbox and Playstation
Sometimes the place you think's a safe haven
Is only moments away from detonation
It's hard to stay content when you're complacent
It's hard to earn honor and harder to maintain it
Gotta give it everything every day with
Zero exchange expectations
Dig this like excavation
We write our own date of expiration
Time to change lanes and pick up the pace at
A semi-safe rate of acceleration
In the sacred name of exhiliration
Let's break the frames when we fill the pages
This is exhalation of inspiration
Fanning the inner incineration
Open the windows for ventilation
Let's regenerate this generation
Hit in the face with a wave of change
Dizzy and dazed but we're staying sane
Misunderstood and underpaid
Still unstoppable, andale
We suffered Bush and Tom Delay
Karl Rove and what's-his-name
All those crooks that got away
When they croak, piss on their grave
Writing this I passed the work day
Killing the pain of feeling contained
One line away from unchained
Is light years away from mundane
I don't need champagne to celebrate
I don't need an airplane to elevate
All I need is words to illustrate
This dreamscape, I own it like real estate
No rent to pay, no fees to renovate
My point is made, I won't reiterate
I keep it moving like an interstate
From brain to brain, thoughts immigrate
I hope these improve your inner state
For me the main thing is to make you think
I'm all about that awakening
The day's too brief to stay asleep
Rise and shine

Chopperman

Dropping heavy as a sledgehammer
Turn a hip hop head into a head banger
The beat's bigger than a jet hangar
And it serves a function that's similar
And on this jet liner in particular
Funk and rhythm sit front and center
Flying up higher than some birds
But fly to close to the sun you get burned
Life's a test like Dudley says
And I'm not trying to flunk the midterm
Rising from the cinder
From roughed up and injured to tough and limber
Still an outcast still crumblin' herb
I even still use the same bubbler
It rumbles like a lion's purr
Then up in my mind a rhyme is heard
Then another one and another one
And I'm wonderin' where the hell they're comin' from

Ryan Forest

Raised by women
Some would say bitch made
But I'll still cut your chick
Like a switch blade
And I'm a get paid
Too many roaches on your squad
Need to get raid
Fuck you and your trick trade
I'm these rappers sensei
"Guaranteed to get it in"
What her friends say
Got him skeeting now and then on a Wednesday
Hit her in the chin
Rub it in, Bengay
My style is like the golden egg the hen laid
Poison in the pen, pages turn skin grey
Ageless flow engaged
Way to go get made
Like he mastered the gift just to get laid Something maybe KISS state My girl left She know it was a mistake Now I'm light speed And her life's at a piss pace The way she perpetrated was a disgrace To leave you in a perpetual state of distaste She been known to shift shapes And when the drama go down she switch plates But the word around town will give chase When them scales under her frail veil fail to fade He'll be left at a stalemate Once males get a scale of what Hell awaits

Holding a bat it's the bullshit assassin
Pulling it back fixed to kill with a passion
Bashing nonsense that's passed as non fiction
Collapsing the walls that trap the cognition
Reminiscent of Mr. Lif when I'm lifted
Stabbing the establishment I slash with precision
Stash it with plastic and blasting the system
Stand in my path and get smashed to submission
Pacifism and capitalism
Are like oil and water, we can't mix them
Attempting it will cause masocism
A tendency that will cause a cataclism
That hits in an instant, too fast to prevent
A couple wrong decisions, you could lose your pot to piss in
It's dog eat dog, many times I've gotten bitten
Rotten bitches turned me into a rott and pit mix
I'm on some shit, it's obvious, I'm ornery as Chris Pontius
The funkiest honky since Bob James did Nautilus
Surely not the sickest but clearly got illness
Ask me why I do this and I'll tell you God willed it
If I need a new citadel then I'll build it
Caught a bolt of lightning and bottled it
Got a fully live beat from Lodger and bodied it
Shot a bullseye so hard the whole target split
Charge and get pulverized with golden eye marksmanship
Sargent Slobber slays with the toxic spit
Tomorrow might be the apocalypse
Death is also like a box of chocolates
You never can know exactly what you're gonna get
But that won't distract me from going ballistic
It's my role as a mystic, decoding the cryptic
And once it's sensible, recode it again, flipped
Universal truth is too wide to verbalize
But music comes close sometimes, if the verse is wise
I can't live a perfect life but I can spit a perfect line
Sorta similar to shining stars when the words align
We're divine sure as the sun provides light
Unrehearsed trying to improvise life
Every night is finite so I try
Living in the moment so it doesn't fly by
Facing time right takes some spine might
Spacious foresight and gracious hindsight
Eventually everybody's going bye bye
But energy never dies as long as the light shines

This is not a lullaby
Bob and I will be dirty til we die
That's why we rock the lo-fi
With effects to put your mind in overdrive
On a dusty break road to Oz
High ends and strikers and snares, oh my
Chief Beezy's beats be beefy as bovine
I chief these keefy trees and release the flow flyin'
These old rinky dink wings of mine
Carried me fine through storms of all kinds
I've seen heights worth 19 lives
Don't even cry if I leave tonight
These flights are the reason I exist
Injustice is the reason I resist
I don't need to find bliss
I had my time with it when I was a kid
Everyone deserves a good childhood
To enjoy life before it piles up
So high it's hard to rise above
That's why a lot of us rely on drugs
But I don't do drugs, just nugs
They keep my dome from becoming a butt plug
Up in the clouds beats down in the bowels
A lot of clowns wear their ass around like a crown
My favorite time to drive around
Is on my paper route when my town is lying down
When they're asleep inside, the streets are mine
It's just me and the creatures that creep at night
Stray canines and felines
Racoons, possums, and porcupines
Rabbits, frogs, skunks and mice
All kinds of critters and since I'm
The only person around I consider them mine
Like my zone is my home and they're my pets
Even the poisonous spiders are not pests
Because without all the pesky cobwebs
There'd be way more hornet and wasp nests
Plus all the rest of the pesky insects
The way it all connects is complex
Far beyond this mess I call my head
I'm on the path to consciousness
But this part of it is not well lit
But my heart can see, and it's guiding me
To the God in me, playing hide and seek
Same as the Godliness inside of you
If you didn't know, yours is hiding too
We can find it through methods tried and true
Draw, paint, dance, sing, write a tune
You don't have to be a superstar to shine
You don't have to be super hard to rhyme
Hip hop's competitiveness is double edged
I love a rap battle but I want to quit after it
To rupture a beat I don't have to rip
I can just expand until the sides split
I just expound until I find sense
In life's myst, unfolding my myth
Chopperman's not a brand, it's a mission
I'm just a man trying to justify his existence

Thanks for helping me, Bob.

Flying through space so fast
Trying to comprehend a place so vast
And it makes the planet seem so small
I almost vanish to nothing at all
Then I remember I'm one with it all
The Earth and the moon, the sun and the stars
Mercury, Neptune, Saturn, Mars
All the other planets spin just like ours
But we get to feel it, deep in the heart
When the old depart for the new season to start
When the leaves fall the tree isn't scarred
Not even when the winter freezes its bark
Come spring its back to being green at the park
Then in summer that bark will be getting carved
By some kid inspired because he has embarked
On a life long journey with his art
Regardless what you do, if you're doing your best
You're an artist, putting your skills to the test
We do the same things but in our own way
In the same race at individual pace
From the same base with original traits
Similar to the tree as it grows in place
Flying through space so fast
Trying to comprehend a place so vast
And it makes the planet seem so small
I almost vanish to nothing at all
And it makes the planet seem so small
I almost vanish to nothing at all
Then I remember I'm one with it all
The Earth and the moon, the sun and the stars
Mercury, Neptune, Saturn, Mars
All the other planets spin just like ours

On a drive in the still of the night,
On a long dirt road with no lights,
The only life forms in sight,
The fields of corn on both sides,
But inside this mind
There's so much that's so alive
I listen to vibes and visualize
Let all the ties minimalize
So I can rise from the disguise
Into the skies above all the lies
A notion wise simplifies
By ocean tide gems arrive
To my delight and surprise
I was right with my surmise
I've avoided my demise
Into the void a thousand times
For that I thank a ton of rhymes
For that I craft a ton of mine
I write a line and then reply
If I answer right, I get a prize
Without a price, my piece of the pyrotechnics
Ready to ignite
And rocket right out the bottle bright
Boggle minds with raw designs
That sparkle like starlight
Stopping cars like what a bizarre sight
What a sight, what a flight
What a night, what a life
What are you, what am I
What are we when we intertwine
I want to be like wind turbines
So from the breeze I energize
I know you can sympathize
I can see it in your eyes
It's sublime when you find
A friendly ally in the fight
Without each other's inner light
The inner eye'd be rendered blind
My internal fern is a pine
The winter never withered mine
It weathered storms of stupendous size
I'm better for it, stupid as I is
I still get to rise since I try to be kind
Trying my best in these trying times
Sliding by, by the seat of my pants
And by the skin of my teeth
But I'm still on my feet
And I feel alright

Es K with the SP is better than OK
It's more like a KO, killer like OJ
I'm from KS, he's from VT
But that's neither here nor there, and neither are we
We met in the air, somewhere in between
To bring you this fire, it flairs infinitely
All the way live for eternity
It can't be denied, it's too stern to be
Ready to hear me be overly bold?
This old soul is full of cold gold
When it chilled from molten it broke the mold
Busting out through this microphone I hold
Lo and behold, it finally glows
Though it's still usually on the low
Although, as much as I like it at home
I know it's almost time to go

Pushing on the SP pads
Chill as a toad on a lily pad
Trying to create something really rad
But not really mad if it turns out really bad
I acknowledge it as part of the progress
Accepting the process as if it's flawless
Some problems are actually the opposite
Some flaws are the most perfect part of it
Some trips tumble, some trips travel
Can't stand in the sun without casting a shadow
You can lie in the grass in a meadow
But you can't deny the magma below
The sun made volcanos, the rain causes rainbows
The pain brings strength, the pleasure's insatiable
Youth unretainable, death inescapable
Birth still unbelievably inspirational
Happiness is difficult, sadness is fruitful
Hate can motivate, love can be brutal
Sometimes to make peace, war is crucial
Even the battles are musical

Watch your step in this concrete jungle
Animals jump on you when you stumble
For a couple hundred years we've been industrial
And millions of stomachs still grumble
Millions of brains with thoughts jumbled
Millions of workers disgruntled
Paid a wage that won't be saved
Praying for a raise like it's the only way
Staying enslaved til they're old and grey
Toiling every day til they pass away
Then their family has to take
A loan just to pay for a proper grave
And that's worse than a shame, it's atrocious
The American dream for most seems hopeless
I wrote my own list of things to chase
And it's only two things, strength and grace
The strength is physical, the grace is mental
The fate of the soul hangs in limbo
Reality's resilient, faith is brittle
But it takes a little to escape the riddle
The real folks are loyal, the fake are fickle
The careless are lost someplace in the middle
To have harmony, cacophony is essential
Every vibration's instrumental

Come along with me on this head trip
From the belly of the beast up to heaven
Hold that pen, fill the tablet
Grown ass men can still imagine
Thrilled to ascend and feel the magic
A quick flick gets the match lit
If I spark the first one will you match it?
Equipped with thick spit like a mastiff
Massive bark with a bite that matches
Ty's beats bounce just like a mattress
Tying me down would take giant latches
Some rappers brag about a life that's lavish
I brag about a life thats tragic
I know it's the hard times that strenghten
Our spines, our minds and passion
Self and self are tightly fastened
By grinding fast in a timely fashion
Not to aquire some shiny mansion
I'm trying to buy some time for relaxin'
All paths of life lead to lessons
The forks in the road keep us guessin'
Expectations feed aggression
Til we're so mad we can't see reflections
It's hard to be receptive
When your B-rain becomes disconnected
You hear the words but you miss the message
As if introspection isn't interesting
Yhey can't suppress this insurrection
It's progressing on the inner section
You're at the intersection, now which direction
It's your decision

Straight from the psych ward with a samurai sword
Havin' them askin' is he man or cyborg
A machine when I send these beats to the morgue
Kind of like I'm spittin' kerosene through a torch
Leavin' them more than rarely scorched, it's
Always well done when I'm preparin' these courses
Skippin' dessert in the form of a chorus
This is mushrooms in a storm in the forest
Even at home I'm a tourist
Capsule in Lawrence, soul on a voyage
Rhymes I kick more than Chuck Norris
Lines are slick word than Zach Morris
We're ghost, you can't hold us
Hokus tokus, it's some magical stuff
I crumble a green nug into gold dust
Then multitask to pull off a bold one
Body's on the job but my heads beyond
Since Honoris Causa turned the SP on
Yes, these drums said stress be gone
And now I'm feelin' chill as freon
Blessed by the hip hop pantheon
Feelin' so damn right that I cant be wrong
Healin' when I drop this antibomb
Takin 'em up past the top of the grand teton
From down low we can't see far
Call this ladder rap you can climb these bars
Fuck an ID card
You can identify me by these scars
That's my bleeding heart
Fightin' what's tryin' to pry me apart
I highly regard practicing art
I knew I'd never stop right from the start

Sometime around 1990
I heard Run DMC
It one of my first memories
It was love at first listening
It was a tape called A Very Special Christmas
And Christmas in Hollis was in the mix
Man I was diggin' it
A little kid without a clue what racism is
All I knew is I loved rap music
Couldn't get enough of that boom bip

Early on I knew that
Hip is the knowledge hop is the movement
It was Fresh Prince and The Beasties
Then it was Too Short and Eazy E
That was as far as my brother had to lead me
From then I'd be at the record store frequently
Looking for that perfect CD
And it came in '98 when Moment of Truth freed me
During the golden age I was a preteen
Lucky me, the shelves were stocked wonderfully
I wanted to be in The Zulu Nation
But didn't see any members with the same skin
Still, the music was so strong it made sense
To be an afrocentric caucasion
I embraced the alienation
But refused to take in the hatred
Confused but I knew enough
To continue with what I grew to love

Funky white boy

Samples the poem "Mullet" by Sage Francis

Got this giant beat from Runme Raw
Homie reminds me of a young Sun Ra
Loaded up with rounds of funk-shot
Bopgun's cocked about to pop one off
Many clouds of ganja smog
Drift around town after we drop the bomb
I usually go by Chopperman
But on this song, it's ChopperMON
I kick a flow like a soccor ball
Dig the float trip and watch for all the waterfalls
And other obstacles in your stream of consciousness
It can quickly go from serene to monstrous
Does art imitate life or is it the opposite?
It's hard to tell when your home is at the heart of it
Lifestyle is the ultimate medium
Just ask any good comedian
A positive attitude is imperative
It's all in the approach, perspective is effective
The negative will never give benevolent
Don't tell a heckler go to hell, that's where they been
Caught in a viscious cycle they spin
Down like a drill to the nethermost places
With your head down all you see is the pavement
Keep your head up, find better locations
You never know you may sniff out an oasis
That takes your situation from bad to bodacious
Sick of it? Learn to love it, rise above it
Can't cut it? Burn a nugget, say fuck it
Hate the boss, tell him take the job and shove it
You're a person, not a corporate robot or puppet
Rebel music, go cop and bump it
Let your soul bounce back like it overshot the bucket
Going for the gusto like Satchmo on the trumpet
Not sure what it is but I know I'm onto something
No one's gonna listen if you don't stop the fussing
Visualize solutions, exercise your gumption
Minimize confusion, simplify your functions
Recognize the problems, rectify conundrums
Penalize injustice, criticize corruption
Enfranchise the fondness, civilize the contempt
Signify progression, dignify percussion
In my eyes a drumset symbolizes oneness
Just like the harmonic keys and strings
And the buttons and the knobs on the beat machines

Alright one more
Not an outro more like an encore
All aboard this iron horse
On a course home from volume 4
It's not easy following those beats
But I had to bring one of my own, you know me
What's Chopperman without his chopper, man?
Not a damn thing but a conquered man
I gotta jam on the pads, it's a passion
Even if I'm not exceptional at it
I can't forget that initial magic
There was no turning back when I got into sampling
Ironic my first flip was Al Hirt in reverse
I'll rock the revision right after this verse
This verse is gonna get busted
But first I'm gonna press the pitch button
Now then, for my next trick
I'll use the last track to ruin a classic
Regardless, this album, these artists
Make me proud as can be to be honest
The outcome and the responses
Does not determine the value of the accomplishment
Compliments can build confidence
But confidence is not as essential as competence
Once you prove yourself to yourself
You don't have to prove it to anyone else
I didn't need wishing wells
To fulfil this dream and spiritually prevail
My next goal's to focus on physical health
Cooking smart meals and lifting dumb bells
I'm done trying to some life up in nut shells
But I'm staying mapping out escape routes from hell
Cloaked with mental chainmail
I go in breaking open brain cells
Taking thought trains off the rails
Making them take off when the chops propel
If the records are rotors, the SP
Is a skeleton key that turns over dead motors
Like fuel the vinyl round burns
Refining old sounds, purifying soul power
I feel about as tall as the Eiffel Tower
One thousand feet walking at 5 rhymes an hour
Presidential rhymes like Dwight Eisenhower
That was a joke kinda like Austin Powers
An SP gave me awesome powers
So I gladly gave my 10 thousand hours
And I hope to give it 10 thousand more
And I'll end this one with a lion's roar

This phenomenon can't be stopped
On and on is how we rock
Crisp and healthily raw
Like a fresh celery stalk
Stale thoughts stealthily rot
Clear off the shelf and restock
Lift yourself up beyond
The BS, be cool, and you'll be blessed
With the best reward given
No score to settle, once we're one we're winnin'
It's victory laps when we ride the rhythm
On intergalactic loops spiraling
Up, up, up and away
Sometimes just hittin' plays like puffin' a J
Funk elevates at the pace of proper breaks
That's all it takes to operate the chopper blades
Chopperman is on the way to stop brigades
That are plottin' raids to drop grenades on parades
I concentrate hard to make
Art with traits that guard the love and block the hate
Just like Love Garden I stock the crates
Its' bout to shake the block when I drop this tape
I'm no superhero, I don't rock a cape
I can't save the globe but I can rock its face

Hold up plot twist
Don't worry I got this
Till this rock splits
I'll be on the clock, shift
Puttin' work with a pen and a cocked wrist or
Ring, pinky, middle index in a Spock split
-- Sometimes the truth hit like a crotch kick
-- Sometimes I can pick it like a locksmith
-- Sometimes I blast off like a rocket
-- With rhymes that'll blow ya minds eye out the socket
-- A lot of times my lines is off topic
-- But there's more to this life than meets the optics
-- Cats selling soul for the sole goal of profit
-- That's why you'll never catch me dropping stock tips
Or talking down to a crowd
Like I was God's gift
I'd rather puff out a cloud
Than spit nonsense
Or maybe stroll by a pond
And make rocks skip
As I'm moving beyond the
Inner conflict

The inner conflict, I know it all too well
Like the inner omelette, cooking in the shell
At the mirror, looking at my self
Knowing I can be better, I might as well
I was felt shaking the ground when I fell
Through the pavement down to my hell
And I will never forget the smell
Until I learn to reverse the spell
That's why these words get spelled
They spill out when this herbs inhaled
The purpose serves itself
Even when it's unsure of itself
Because it's still exploring itself
By listening you're restoring its health
Thank you for being help
That's the end of round two, ring the bell

Straight from the dark abyss
Blazes a star, crazy bizarre
Insane but it's hard to miss
I gaze in awe, dazed by its aura
As if it was martian ship
Takin' off through space, sayonara
I'm chasin' this comet just to watch it
Makin' its way to a place I'm unsure of
Takin a cosmic risk
Sage's heart with a brain retarded
Strange and the opposite
Painted this part with a brush that broadens
Same as horizons
Takin' this art to the cusp of mountains
Breakin hearts to make them stronger
Stars need fire, they're nothing without it
Pain's where the spark is lit
We gain our strength from hardship
Drained til there's not a drip
Then the shower brings the harvest
Same as it always did
It may pour so much rain on us
The grains are all wasted, but it's not in vain since
It washes out the stray garbage
Clean up the consciousness
Sacred art'll make it sparkle
And gleam with a modest tint
Stayin' far from sayin' it's ours
I think we belong to it
I'm singing songs of praise in its honor
Upraising the sun, it's the same as the father
The way that we all exist (repeat)
Dig it like geologists
Energy is all it is
I'm not a theologist
But I can see God in this
Check it like reconnaissance
Enemy's are falling quick
Nobody is stopping this
You'll never hear me call it quits
I never quit except for cigarettes
I'll die for this, forget the rest
I live to quest, acceptin' the stress
I've been a mess, I didn't guess
I'm livin' this, all in in this
I'm limitless, goin' the distance
The finish is nonexistent
The end is a myth, this is infinite

Forget waitin' for inspiration
Create in the name of its persuasion
It might be right around the bend
It might bleed right out of the pen
I right these lines to flex the mind
And make you press rewind
If you think I'm trying to be the best you're wrong
I wouldn't even want to trade places with Common
And he's one of my favorite emcees
I don't wan't to be anyone other than me
I always felt that way
Even when my realm got grey
This life is all I know
I came into this world alone
And that's how I'm goin'
I feel right at home when I'm on my own
I'm my own best friend and my own worst enemy
It's like there's a cyclone spinning within me
It's like there's two wolves inside
And they always fight
One's wrong and one's right
The one I feed more will survive
If the right one dies
I'll dwell in hell until my demise
I'm alright, the right one is winnin'

Traveling's wild, this weekend
I paid Colorado a visit
A place called Grand Lake
A bit too nice for my taste
But much of the time had was great
And when I got back today
I saw my town in a new light
And I found myself at a new height
Maybe not my highest point ever
Yet my viewpoint's never been better
Kind of like when we hiked to a waterfall
Nephew being like, "Knock knock"
Who's there? "Wa" Wa who?
"Why you so happy? Get it? Wahoo!"
Later that night, the moon
Was majorly bright and huge
Closer to the Earth than I'd ever seen
Plus it was Friday the 13^th
It was a cool night to say the least
I was finally legally blazing trees
Yes, I got quite high
And then I went on a bike ride
And it blew my mind Publicly high as kite flyin'
And it's perfectly fine, even if I
Heard one person be like "Look at this guy"
The point is I was paranoia-less
Except my phone seemed to have clairvoyance
Shuffle played all the right tunes
To compliment this awesome ride though
This strange little town in the mountains
I found one to climb and at the summit had to sit
For a minute I couldn't catch my breath
And iI thought what a kick ass place for my death
Not that I wanted to die
But if I did, that'd be a neat way to go, right?
I think so, in other news, I played so
I any games of horseshoes, I think I became pro
I also played some shuffle board
And some foozball, next to a stuffed board
Yes good times were had indeed
But I wasn't sad when we had to leave
I missed my SP
I missed my rituals deeply
When I got home I opened the laptop
And opened a beer with a lot of hops
Then I opened my memory bank
To recount the voyage into these rhymes
Then I thought, what beat should I use
Then I recalled that my dude
Bob sent me a track that I couldn't recieve
For some reason my phone just wouldn't concieve
But now I was home so I tried it again
It downloaded fine I was excited as shit
Because I knew that it could be perfect like this
I knew that it could be just perfect
I had no clue it would be this perfect

Chopperman

Let the music take you away
To a place where you can play
The way you used to, in your youthful days
The inner child stays through old age
Take the exuberance of being little
And the independence of being an adult
And you've got the best of both worlds
You can fly like birds and climb like squirrels
Reved up like rabbits yet touch like turtles
With ups like horses to jump life's hurdles
It's not as hard to hold a large workload
When you call your home a carnival
Actually I call mine a laboratory
I conduct S-P-riments casually
And have a glorious experience
Like a kid in a candy store with money to spend
Don't let the years bury you
Stand on them for a better view
Or ramp-off them and go aerial
I found a fountain of youth in my stereo

Ryan Forest

I was that hyper kid with a vivid imagination
The type to fantasize in a skit of his own creation
Super literate, for books were my elation
These Institutions couldn't inhibit my fascination
And even at the point of graduation
I never gradually lost that taste for escaping
Used to hang with my ninjas
Swinging sticks as bows
Pretend nunchucks in my Bruce Lee pose
I suppose, I'll always be a child at heart
Though it's grown up roles, we still playing a part
And playing is smart
And art's my approach
Hip hop set the mold and provided me hope
Which widened my scope
And sparked a flame
My ray of youth, forever ablaze
So I gotta give back to the seeds I raise
Teach em: "Dreams don't need to be a fleeting phase"

I love this world but there's a lot of assholes that throw
Stones from glass homes so I'm a stones throw from the Astros
I make artwork from the heart
Like clockwork, I work too hard to be concerned
With all the jerks who hate the larks
The dumbest people always think they're smart
They haven't the slightest clue what you've been through
ANd they want to tell you they know you better than you
They want to throw you off your game
To lower you down around their low-down plane
Because misery loves company
Fuck envy, green's not my cup of tea
Many folks see the faults of those near
More clear than they see their self in the mirror
Throw your hands in the air, raise them high
And wave goodbye to the hate inside
You give a lot of love, you get a lot of love back
You get a lot of love, you get a lot of hate too
You can't have the good stuff without the bad
Don't let the worst people get the best of you
Me is somebody I gotta be
You can't accept it, don't expect an apology
You don't respect me, don't expet me to respect you
Any more than the amount minimal
This old twisted world gets cold
The frigid wind thickens skin so when it blows
See your strength grow and be thankful
Until we're flat broke we gamble
We never can know what the next man holds
Once you go all in you can't fold
When you wager more than you can afford
You're ringing the bell on death's door
And if you're a decent fool like me
I hope we both ding-dong ditch successfully
A couple times some cops arrested me
But right now I'm about as free as can be
There's so many wonderful people
But there's also so many who are terrible
Those with self-respect don't disrespect others
So when someone disses me I pity those suckers
It's Mr. C with the S.P. Team
Bringing the heat through the beat machine
Sparring on the forums, sharpening the focus
Sonic ganja farmers harvesting dopeness
I'm all for constructive criticism
I'm not for destructive cynicism
This instance of existence isn't extensive
It's senseless to listen to disses

Hold strong party people, hold strong
Sometimes I throw lines deep so go long
Eventually this will be an old song
Maybe some will still be rhyming along
It's a nice thought but not one to dwell on
I try to stay in my today until they're gone
I'm hella calm, chill as Chong
I wouldn't feel what I write if I felt wrong
I held on tight to what feels alright
I hear my heart like it's got a mic
Although, sometimes I don't follow the guidelines
Like nights when the alcohol floods my mind
My belly's like "That hit the spot!"
My heart is like "This has to stop!"
I'm tired of paying for heavenly nights
With hellacious days of feeling barely alive
Moderation is key, especially
When you have an addictive personality
I'm making a new habit of breaking the old ones
To find better ways of escaping the doldrums
I've had enough nights of cracking the cold ones
Until the twelve pack's got jack left to pull from
I've had enough of walking back to the store drunk
Enough waking up feeling like I'ma throw up
That's not the way to start the day
I think it's time to lock the flood gates
But that's not hard to say on a Monday
I hope to use this song for some strength
And I hope some of you can do the same
If there's something you've been trying to change
If you know what's wrong but lack resolve
Put on this song and chant along
It has to stop

To me, to believe in destiny is absurd
But I believe that living's absurd
I never know that I've seen a sign
But sometimes I do wonder
What prompted this verse
I had a close encounter with the third
Digit, the magic number
Word to Dave, Mase and Plug Wonder
Back to the number three
This album is SP World number 3
And the day it will be released
Is the day that I will be 30
And that day is the 30^th
Of the 3^rd month of the year, perfect
I know I have purpose
But this type of occurrence
Almost makes me believe
I have some kind of guided destiny
Something similar happened a decade before
Except that time it was the number 4
It was 2004 when for just four
Hundred bucks I bought the SP-404
And a smorgasbord of LPs from the thrift store
Ever since then, I've never been bored
I've been hoverin' toward heaven's door
I fly often but my feet haven't left the floor
I'm like my father but I serve another Air Force
How about some more flight metaphors
I was born to soar like a condor
No wonder as kid I idolized Michael Jordan
Up and out like sounds of a pipe organ
Flying away like Danny Way skyboardin'
Never losing sight of my origin
Watching for pretty women like Roy Orbison
Worshipping the bright orange orb that we're orbitin'
High on trees like a star ornament
Minds still free, time to start warning them
Of what lies beneath like a shark dorsal fin
It's Chopper and Self-Taught for the win
Like battle 135 on the forums
A closed minds a jail where thoughts are hoarded
Fear and ignorance are the guard and warden
Distractions from what all's important
Is exactly what causes boredom
I see so many snoozin', snorin'
Because when greed reigns it's pourin'
On the poor souls that can't ignore it
I'm mortal, don't have the time for it
My umbrella is a vinyl disc
It's my propeller, I'm lifted like this

I think rhymes like zombies think brains
For the opposite reason, I want to feed them
I prep lyrics like fresh ingredients
To cook over the heat the beat gives
Funny how the vinyl we sample
Sounds like a bon fire when it crackles
The record rotates two ways
Clockwise and earthwise to bring a new day
Wake up and sing with blue jays
Throw away your baggage but keep the suitcase
The groove tastes clean as toothpaste
The only strings on me is shoelace