Round One

I've had enough of this gluttonous nonsense
I'm fat enough to hurt something just walking
I had the fun, I'm not mad at what the cost is
I add it up and form a plan to pay it off with
It's simple, work harder, eat smarter
Smoke less herb, drink less bombers
Think more open, speak less often
Listen more close and act less obnoxious
Get less pissed off and talk less shit
Pull this soul up out the toilet
Alcoholism made me throw it up
Alcohol is some crazy potent stuff
I'm not trying to quit because I've had enough
I'm trying to quit because I can't get enough
When the ride on the wagon is rough
I'm not falling off, I'm hanging in tough
Reminds me of that one line
I can quit, I've done it like a hundred times
But I'm stronger-minded now then ever
Because it's feeling like it's now or never
All the things I do I'm about to do better
I'm pulling it together like some shoe leather
Tight and loose at the same time
Like this loop and these rhymes
I think songs without both of these sides
Are like a peace sign poke in the eyes
From day to night, A to B side
I'm staying busy like a killer beehive
All the way live in the 785
I resonate the vibes this heavenscape provides
Clinton Lake trails are my favorite place to hike
The parkway trail is my favorite place to bike
My paper route is my favorite place to drive
Larry Town is my favorite place alive
I thought up this line on Naismith Drive
Delivering pies on my daily grind
Rocking that new Parallax comp
Not the kind of cats to wear an ascot
Or an ass hat, they're raw and that's that
They packed a cosmic bong and passed that
There's no need to fly any higher
When I'm lighting a fire underneath Ursa Minor
Like that dude MacGyver, I'm a tool designer
Finding ways to get loose without the screwdriver
Or more like MacGruber
When in a Hop Stoopid induced stupor
Looking for peace in a duece duecer
Two or three and i throw the dueces to concerns
Two or three sheets to the wind
The wobbling is fun until the storm comes in
Ond topples the SS Chopper Express
Off balance with all the excess
Fiendish for the caffiene and the alcohol
The sugar, the salt and the cannibinol
But I'm about to cut back on them all
About to comeback and combat the withdrawal
With a vengeance
With my instrument
SP Balboa
P.S. thanks for listening

Round Two

Two hundred and forty pounds
Two blunts and a forty ounce
About to fight through the final round
A bout that might send chills down
Your spinal column and kick you in the ass
Before the beast comes and sicks you in a flash
Sticks you in the past, six feet under grass
It sniffs along your path, slip and it attacks
I spit and set traps and listen for its yelps
Hoping I can have one minute for myself
No time to chill when your chased by a killer
With every kick of the break I get iller
How many licks of the bass to the center
Of the soul, I'll let you know when I get there
Enter the ring, winter to spring
Summer to autumn, the entire thing
It's time to train with all our strength
Trying to think with all our brain
Time to face the awful pain
Brought from taking off this weight
It's gotta go, it's not too late
It's possible, I promise you
It's hard to smell the tropic blooms
When inhaled with toxic fumes
I do not know who the hell I'm talkin to
Neighbors must think I'm nuts when I rock the room
Like a booth, it's not a studio apartment
It's a one bedroom with a studio quadrant
The view from the patio's not shit
But from the microphone the sight is so awesome
I can close my eyes and go all in
Riding flows right into the ocean
Some drown trying to go against the current
Some lounge just floating on the surface
Somewhere in between I record this
Swimming with the purpose of becoming a porpoise
No forcing this metamorphasis
Who knows how many more metaphors there is
I'm taking my time like tortoises
With the fortitude of forty-two walruses
It's Chopperman and Chief Bob again
Making noggins spasticly nod again
Tossing jabs to clean clocks again
Sometimes I say something and mean opposite
We contradict, we're not perfect
We're all persons, weird but not worthless
Together as the Earth spins, tethered in its orbit
I looked at the moon as a treasure and absorbed it
Then poured it through this portal euphoric
Don't expect some corny little chorus
I wrote this in the rain in a forest
On a potent strain from the florist
I'm focused and my aim is to flourish
This open range is enormous
It's growing grains that are gorgeous
A golden harvest that stands through the storm winds

Round Three

Rain falls down
And so do I but not for the count
I've lost bouts
But not one time was I knocked out
Eye of the tiger
Heart of a lion, soul on fire
Feeling stronger than Bill Kazmaier
Even though I'm shaped more like Rob Reiner
Still a prison wall climber
Going up an over the barb wire
Not a million dollar fighter
Still balling as a billion bar writer
When I pull an all nighter
Taking hold of a vibe's verse and vice versa
I search high and low to find the right words
So when they flow we might float skyward
But what goes up must come down
Unless it goes up until it's up and out
But I'm not trying leaving
I'd like an nice and easy flight this evening
At a height where sights deceived
Just enough to slightly lose sight of evil
From the vinyl to the needle
Through these two SPs to the people
Peace to the people
Unity needs a U, ew
Who am I kidding
I'm a recluse too, I admit it
Saturday night, I missed it
I was watching Saturday Night Live lifted
Again, who am I kidding
I was working then napping then working again
Then I watched SNL sunday morning
Gotta work 8 hours just to chill for for a minute
Still I'm far from bitching, I feel more tremendous
Than ever before in this short existence
Sure it's intense
Soaring through storms when the turbulence hits
When it does I just remember this
It won't help one bit to get nervous
Often the fear of the conflict
Is far worse than the skirmish
Because the fear is the part of it
That hurts the longest, stop squirming
Don't let pain box you in
Some hits are best taken on the chin
Not even Muhammad Ali
Could dodge them all, even the Gods bleed
If I'm Balboa, Bob's Apollo Creed
And he's training me to be strong as T
Driving me electronically
Yet strong as deisel when Chief's on the beat
I raise the bar in sets of sixteen
Competing against my best exclusively
Improving through these spars steadily
Until I step in the ring for the head of the king

Round Four

Here comes another cut
Rough enough to snap a neck like an uppercut
From Clubber Lang, swinging swift as a boomerang
A pair of fists equivalent to a puma's fangs
I do my thing, murderous by nature
Consider all of my predators endangered
The first of a new breed is morphing through me
I can't wait to see what I'm about to be
But I'm not about to be in a hurry
Haste makes waste and leads to injury
Freaking out takes a lot of energy
To calm down take a lot in when you breathe
Oxygen is key like water and sleep
Those 3 things bring a lot of relief
Some spirits got a disease
And musicians are the doctors for these
Best believe, Chopper and Chief
Rock degrees called SP PHDs
Check my philosophy
Like KRS with BDP
OMG I'm goin' off
Like Biz Markie at Albee Square Mall
Beastie as MCA, Ad Rock
And Mike D at Madison Square Garden
God damn, I'm on a magic carpet
And no nihilists are about to piss on it
But that's the wrong flick
This protagonist is no pacifist
No zoologist but it's so obvious
This shit goes hard as a hippopotomus
No tiptoeing on top of this monolith
This gemstone is meant for marching with
Right, left, right, left
Let's redefine a flight of steps
When the mind is beyond the clouds
We can fly with feet on the ground
Me and Chief Bob are bound
To keep rocking sounds the bring the walls down
Gotta shout out the SP Battalion
One day I'll make us some SP medalions
SP Balboa, the L-Town Stallion
Horsing around, the rapping rapscallion
Passing out albums, mapping out outlets
Casting out doubts in magic sound fountains
Dancing victory laps around tracks the
Fam sent liberally, I cannot thank them
Enough, the forum's a diamond in the rough
Big up Sakman for showing me what's up
SP fam stand up!
Let's keep funkin' bandcamp up
With the rugged and raw type bumpin'
What the fuck is a quantize button
Tantric 404 play, all night pumpin'
Brings new meaning to a long time comin'
There's a mountain with a nirvanic summit
Before the sun sets, we're climbing up it
Setting up camp around a fire pit
And passing around a fire spliff
Blasting a sound system wireless
Just big batteries and a fire mix
Fire breaks and fire licks
Fire bakes tired souls' viruses

Round Five

Stepping into the square circle
Prepared to turn a rival's head purple
For the title, best not bet on their survival
They were already dead on their arrival
They brought knives to a fight full of rifles
Even the ref is frightful, I go psycho
Like old Mike Tyson wrestling a lion
I don't defy death, it's death that's in defiance
When I clinch my fist around the mic and strike
Quick like a viper with timing tight
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Nobody busted rhymes like Ali
Hospitalize a brick
I'm so mean I make medicine sick
Traumatize a stone
I'm so cold I froze the microphone
Frostbite a boulder
A giant block of ice is not colder
Paralize a megalith
I'm so scary I could terrify an exorcist
Terrorize a Pterodactyl
WhenI fly my Pegasus into battle
Euthanize an instrumental
When I inject ruthless rhymes in the middle
Vaporizing the indo
I've been blowin' since, oh, I forget yo
I can get high, I can get low
A bit bipolar and slightly schizo
But it's alright, I need both sides
Even though they might lead to ego rides
It's no small task to swallow pride
If you can't it might swallow you live
And you'll be stuck in the stomach of a puppet
Playing yourself like some sick ventriloquist
I skipped acting class and ripped the syllabus
If I play a role it's an individualist
When I take hold of the pen and scribble it's
Fatal to more than the instrumental it's
Able to kill mental jibberish
Listen to yourself like you listen to this
Are you in control or living a script
Written ficticious with restrictive intent
Because the author of it does not give a shit
About anything other than the dividends
In this grid fitting in is expensive
We're conditioned to spend it the minute we get it
But materialism isn't the enemy
When reasonable it advances humanity
The enemy is imperialist greed
And it seems to be too powerful to beat
But I believe if enough of us defeat
Our demons we can gut the mother beast
No justice, no motherfucking peace
So motherfuck those corrupt police
Cowards with power get power trips
You can't protect and serve without courage
Those who truly do get much respect
But the rest can get a sucker punch instead
Like a boxer holds fists up to deflect
Try not let them fuck with your head
When septic vibes get sent in your direction
Trust your reflexes and duck the connection
There's nothing wrong with being defensive
It comes along with independence
I'm standing tall and intending
To fend for myself until the ending

Round Six

Kicking back in my early thirties
Thinking back to my early twenties
25th Street and Belle Haven
Apartment number one in the basement
I called that place the beat cave
I wish i could say that those were the days
I felt hopeless and frail
I was afraid to open my mail
I told the whole world go to hell
And it did in the circle where I dwelled
I felt like a child in a battlefield
I held my notepad like a shield
And my SP was my escape
I'd fly away to higher planes
When the vinyl played through the RCAs
I could hardly wait to chop the replays
I'd get home from work and not even change
Just straight to the beat machine and blaze
No concern for amounts of plays
This was before I flew out to cyberspace
Hundreds of the beats that I would make
Would never see the light of day
But they were surely not in vain
They're probably the reason I’m not insane
I always felt compelled to do this
I never knew if I’d make some killer music
But i knew that I had to try to
The pads were vital from the first sample i looped
My last names starts with SP
And when I’d sign things I’d stop at SP
It’s even that way on my ID
Under my giant dome with stoned eyes, see
I don't condone toking and driving
But won't deny it was my mode when writing this
In the still of night on a road that’s lightless
I let the mind drift but hold the eyes fixed
On the route because as much as I reflect
The main focus stays on what lies ahead
I can't really enjoy the present
When deep down I know I’m being reckless
When we sense that we're threatened
Our nervous system, it can get tense
And when its overstressed we might panic
It can turn a peaceful mind manic
Countless times I’ve had it happen
But now I’m the last guy to act frantic
I’ve had so many panic attacks
One day i started attacking them back
Now I react like its a sparring match
That I’m happy to have with that darling bitch
I'm not afraid of the next rematch
Nowadays I almost always win

Round Seven

Halfway uphill and I'm out of breath
But I can't turn around, I'd rather death
And I can't take a break, I'm being chased
These bills bite like birds of prey
They eat away our ability to say
It's a wonderful world and a beautiful day
I spent years making near minimum wage
In a mental state near Eminem rage
I was looking for something to blame
Until one day when my luck seemed to change
I was a line cook at a diner
Until I got so drunk I got fired
And each job that proceeded it
Has been better than those previous
Now I've got two and I dig them both
Especially since I don't need them both
For me, two jobs is the way to go
Because I don't feel trapped even when I'm broke
If I lose or leave job A
I can work more at B and be okay
We get stuck in spirit cuffs
Until we make the system work for us
These corporations are murderous
We must make them earn our trust
We don't need them, they need us
Without our business, they'd be done
To stage a revolution, we don't need guns
We just need to watch where we spend these funds
And diversify where they come in from
This is Escapist Econ 101
This is eScaPe with a capital S and a capital P
BOB with the 303 and B A L B O A with the M I C
Slaying ill beats all day
I don't need a hook, I throw a mean straight
Straight to the chest and induce a sleep state
I could fire one of those and be finished
But I'd rather tease it with jabs for 3 minutes
Until the final round and then knock it out
Just before the final bell of this boxing bout
I walked around the spot a clown
But on this box I feel godly now
Not on some meglomaniacal trip
But on some in control of my soul shit
Feeling like the captain of my own ship
Floating in an ocean of no ownership
Going with the flow because when I become one with it
The pain doesn't feel like it's a punishment
Anymore, it feels more like a reward
As it brings more strength than money can afford
And more understanding than any can accord
Can't buy experience it takes time and consciousness
Truth won't arrive through the grapevine, I promise this

Round Eight

On the shoulders of giants
Dropping boulders on tyrants
Obelisks pulverise them
With a piece of the Earth they were trying
To claim they own when they stole it from lions
These wannabe dragons can't stump the sweet science
I'm slipping these jabs, ducking these crosses
Jumping these obstacles, I got this
Spitting raps is like skipping rope, just hopping
Kick to snare, on the ground and off it
Up and down, pumping muscles til exhaustion
Guzzling water and huffing in oxygen
On a binge opposite of what it's always been
Clinching my fist to pull up my chin
Over the bar and over again
Going as hard as I ever have been
So inspired I'll never give in
So when I'm tired I'll catch that second wind
Holding my cards with a develish grin
Even though I'm givin it away if I win
After I buy a few things with it
Like a new SP and name it Adrian
I'd use it for the hazy flips
And have another called Clubber for the craziness
Also known as SP Baracus
With a black stripe and gold accents
Perhaps even add some feather attachment
The stress doesn't stand a chance when
I connect the machine and commence the sampling
With the right attitude and the right amplitude
I travel to a high altitude
Fly out the roost and find some power food
And bring some back so you guys can devour too
But don't expect it to be pre-chewed
It's not a dish you can eat with a spoon
You need a fork, knife and teeth to tear through
The meat this stupendous beat just slow-brewed
For the troops from a true chief, respect due
If the loop was a soup it'd be grizzly bear stew
Quite delectable and digestable
That's right, the instrumental's now intestinal
Giving me energy indispensable
A minute previously it was infinitesimal
Some things increase exponential
Such is me and Chief's best potential
Futuristicly presidential
My credit's a mess but check my credentials
You just might bet your whole check that I won't lose
Even if the rival is the referee's nephew
I'll never retreat so I'll never need an excuse
I'm not ready for peace so I refuse a refuge
I'll rest soon as my foes are in tombs
And I piss on the stones of them too
Those with standards low get subdued
So the status quo can improve
The slow and stagnant get moving or get moved
I know its sad but its still the truth
But telling them that is like pulling a tooth
That's why so many rappers spit bull in the booth
Following orders from a wolf in a suit
They sell their soul then fill the hole with the loot
Then act bulletproof at the photo shoot
See them at the store and its a different story
Nothing is corny as fraudulent glory
Any home thats planned and built poorly
Is prone to get blown down when it's stormy
Good morning

Round Nine

Starting off the day right
Despite the late night
Think I might take a ride
On my badass Rat Rod bike
You can laugh at the basket on the front
But that's basket's blasting lots of funk
If the batteries in the small one are dead
I bring the medium boombox instead
Rock some Nehruvian Doom on cassette
Or a mix from my dude Johnny Quest
Whatever it is, it's gotta be fresh
Doesn't need to be new to breathe a new breath
That helps push me to the crest
Up where the scenic view's the best
And Kansas looks beautiful as Budapest
Not a thing man builds can hold a candle
To the magesty of that which holds natural
Actual magic's all around the world
From distant moons down to deep sea pearls
My favorite symbol is recycle
Simple as it is, it's meaning's vital
We find use for that which seems futile
Like some fertilizer via poo pile
The darkest soil grows the most fruitful
Harvest, toiling those shows true soul
Can't fake teaching these pupils
About things you haven't seen with those pupils
If you go to a shrink with no wounds they'll
Learn more from each episode than you will
I feel justified when I'm preachy
Because I know what it's like to be deep
In a rut, I can help you up out of the muck
Because I was once stuck down in the stuff
Bills piling up, feeling down on my luck
Falling down and thinking bout not getting up
Fuck that, we're not giving up
We're giving it all we got and then some
At the bag hitting hard as the kick drum
And I'm not letting off til my fists numb
And drips blood, flipping it from
blue to crimson, I'm spitting redrum
Still on a mission to win consistent
Til competition is nonexistent
Knocking them out quick as Sonny Liston
Lickedy split, no split decision
I'm back and attacking foes with a vengeance
Throwing viscious blows with no repentance
I don't hold grudges but won't forget shit
And won't pull punches for those on my shit list
My shit list reads something like this
Ignorance, jealousy, self-righteousness
Racism, apathy, senseless violence
Anything that breeds hostile environments
Even though hostile environments
Breed the growth chock-full of vitamins
I think the globe has enough incredible art
I wouldn't want to be the next Mozart
I want to have some fun before I depart
And spread love before this heart gets torn apart
You don't have to go way hard to take part
And there's no such thing as a late start
Every beginning is right on time
Unless you hit the gas at a red stoplight
Now listen to the rattle of my Rat Rod bike

Round Ten

I never knew kung fu but I do
Know a few ways to kick ass, one two, one two
That was the first two lines of the first tune
Of the first tape that I published through
Bandcamp back in 2 0 1 2
When I drove on to this road to you
This bumpy road, it's dusty tracks
Drum beats showed this unbeaten path
It started in the darkest part of this forest
I called for reinforcements at SP Forums
And they brought vibes that shined like spotlights
I started to run the second I got sight
And after a while I started to fly
So fast I bent time like Marty McFly
I went from hardly alright to hard to deny
In what seemed like a blink of an eye
From sinking in the sea to asending in the sky
I evolved a million years in one night
There's nothing like when the drums and rhymes combine
Something like helixes when they intertwine
Making my neck move like a coil
It might make me spasmic as a McPoyle
Or maybe dramatic as Mickey Goldmill
I might crush and combust like a coal mill
I might just chill and let the cup spill
Cold and utter silk like buttermilk
I stay up until the sun starts the drill
Finish my route and upspark the L
Actually thats a oney at least until
I catch up with these dastardly bills
Actually the oney is more like twoey
Or like a fourey if the bowl's kinda chewy
Back to beats, I'm thankful for mine truly
I found a gold mine full of diamonds and rubies
Gems drop in the name of Hip Hop
The name of B Real the name of Sen Dog
The name of Rakim the name of Biz Mark
The name of all them that made the kid spark
My favorite philosopher is not Descartes
It's KRS, Hip Hop's the art
South Bronx is where it had it's start
At least in the modern since, it has been part
Of humanity since the birth of language
I think before we spoke we channeled it
As we chanted, enchanted
By the same magic that this fam flips
ropers to Bob for this canvas
I'm chill as Bob Ross as I handle this
Manifesting these magnificent trees
As they become clouds transformed with ease
Into the breeze
Clouds of sound that may bring storms
That may bring forms of life above worms
To where the bees swarm, it's where to be for sure
Up where the geese soar
Up where we can see more
I'd say the beat propels the chopper
The way the breeze controls the condor
I came to bleed my heart out on the floor
Patiently because I've got a lot in store
These rhymes came to me in a dream
P Funk was playing a free show down the street
Wait a sec, this its reality
I'll be right back, I'm about to leave
Then I got back and thank God I left
I caught the best show in the whole midwest
The godfather blessed the Free State Fest
If life is a class he aced the test
But I'm not trying to follow in his footsteps
I've got my own path and I'm on my own quest
I make my own plans, I clean my own mess
I live my own life, I do my own best
Do I do my own thing? Oh yes
I'm a soloist even when I do a duet
I'm'a grow with the long and winding tracklist
Because I approach each song like it's practice

Round Eleven

Boom, the stress drops like a rock
When it's time to rock, I follow my head nod
To mountain tops, so far out the box
I'm down with hawks, I fly around with flocks
That's how it feels when I bike around the blocks
Spacing out my thoughts and thinking bout a plot
Hypnotized to train twice as hard
Like Iron Mike, trying to strike while the iron's hot
And right now it's glowing bright red and smoking
Like my whole life just led to this moment
Just knowing your doing your best is so important
I can't overstress the notion
I don't forget the coming but focus on the going
And only own clothes that won't restrict the motion
I'm moving forward, slow but sure
Too grown to squander this boat and oar
I row and row and row some more
Floating toward an island to go ashore
Rest for a night or two and no more
Build a fire and recite some new folklore
The cycle goes trial, screw it up, learn
And try again until a solution is earned
They tell me take it easy and I wanna start laughing
I just say "for sheezy" with subtle sarcasm
Even at the beach it's hard to lounge
With all these starving sharks around
These grizzly bars are designed to ground
Like fifty sharp teeth chomping down
Art reflects life which eats itself
These beats are like frozen beef to belt
With ravenous blows that crack the rib bones
Blasting with both fists packed with gemstones
An animated savage like the Flinstones
The type of brute to spike the ball at the endzone
My river runs deep, my fire burns hot
That's how I like it whether you like it or not
It's how I like it because I learned to like it that way
Trying to make the good outweigh the bad days
Trying to balance play with bill paying in a way
That let's them connect until they're one and the same
Toiling in the snow, the sun and the rain
Is killing me slow like every way of numbing the pain
So the more I feel now, the less I will later
Unless I fall down next to an alligator
Or something, you're rocking with Chopper and the Chief
Like Ahmir and Tariq, 100 percent dundee
And now here's a short story that starts
With a big drawing of The Roots emcee, Black Thought
A guy saw it hanging downtown at 5 Bar
He called up and asked if I'd bring it by for him
I complied excited and headed right over
And was greeted by a dog meaner than me when I'm sober
He was a barker, he was a growler
He was a boxer, a breed bred for power
He was being pulled upstairs by the collar
He broke free and appoached me like a monster
And the only thing between me and the beast
Was my art, framed, my Black Thought piece
And if that's not peace I don't know what is
How could I stay angry in a place like this

Round Twelve

Two hundred and twenty LBs
Two plums and a cunning LP
I thought this was me versus the beats but no
This fight is against the ego
It's so full of shit it's unbelievable
So I'm done believing it, now I treat it like a show
I see it and I laugh and say you old fool
You don't control what this dude'll do
Your like some poodle poo so toodeloo
I flew the coop, eat a cockadoodledoo
I know I can't sever it completely
But I know that I can let it sit beneath me
I hold in my hand a skeleton key
That opens the entrance of the heavens I see
Only I can manifest my dreams
And surely I can't unless Im trying
I keep my eyes on the prize
Even when I'm looking stoned as Sly
My third lid is open wide
I'm hurdling the ocean tide
The scenes of creeks seem weak
When you've seen the sea and breathed its breeze
Where the air smells like it heals our cells
And relieves our souls of evil spells
Cast by the mind where the ego dwells
Sometimes our main enemy is ourself
Self love is an elf, self hate is a bear
To self create, take care and stay aware
Now bare with me as a share this list
That works as my daily therapist
1, exercise to perspiration
2, express through creation
3, organize to satisfaction
4, expand through education
Ok, I'm done preaching today I swear
I know it sounds dumb when I'm shaped like a pear
But I lost 10 pounds in the last 2 weeks
At the peak of the hump and about to leap
Cut back on the booze, caught up with the bills
And gave my last due fuck about the past due fees
Quit the fast food and flipped the atrophy
Lifting mad weight until I can't repeat
And practically crawling on hands and knees
To the sack to instantly fall fast asleep
Only to battle apnea
That might steer to a nightmare that'll snap me up
But I can't complain, I am complete
Long as I have a pen and a beat
And I love my SP but it's not a need
Still I wouldn't be the same without my machine
I thought I was Balboa but it's not me
It's all of us underdogs, you see
So the title of this LP
Means whatever you want it to mean
Stand proud, underdog, is what it means to me
Stand proud like that Kansas City team
At the World Series of 2015
Word to my brother, that was one of his dreams
Now that this SP World series seems complete
On the one, let's let that final round bell ring!


Time for some change again
I'm not trying to force or fight it
Just staying at pace with it
I can control it more from beside it
Steering my vessel
With respect to the wind and waves
On my way to rescue
My future from my past mistakes
I'm broke but I'm fixin it
Illustrating my own exit
Slow but I'm gettin it
Building skills until I'm really on some next shit
No finish line in sight
And that's just the way I like it
The limits high as the sky
And I'm'a try to climb until I find it
Please doubt me
The haters are great motivators
Support is important
But it takes more than that to make a dope saber
In effort to convert the dirt
I gave my demons the names of my enemies
So when I send them to bed without dinner
I do so oh so triumphantly
Victory is tricky
We have to lose to learn how to win
It might seem like a pity
But I believe it's pretty much perfect how it spins
The cycle of success
And the cycle of failure
Are the same cycle, I guess
The same sky that shines is also a hailer
The reaper brings a rebirth
Iurder feeds the carnivore
In order to achieve peace
We must first learn the art of war
We live in a sick world
But I'm sure one day we'll find the cure
Understanding will guide us there
And that's what I'm rhyming for
Call me a dinosaur
Ten ton spinal cord
With giant horns sharp as swords
Call me a dinosaur
Fighting through a long storm
Because damn it, this story's got some more chapters

Brain Freeze

On the written tip I'm frost bitten
And off top more cold than the north pole
Sub Zero versus Scorpion
When I flip verses it's combat mortal
I'd morph into the beat if I was Shang Tsung
I'd rock two SPs if I was Goro
I'd kick it root down if I was Lui Kang
And throw fire through the sound portal
It's quite a delight when a vibe that ignites
Combines with a line thats biting as ice
Saharan days and siberian nights
Have us adaptive as chameleon stripes
Burning trees in a reptilian pipe
Sipping a frigid drink that warms my insides
Cozy and alone, gladly sad
Because good or bad, it'll pass and I'll adapt
Davenport, bring that beat back
I need that to relax
The bumpy ride is eased by the boom bap
Season after season these steps leave tracks
I bet the lead back to the one and loop that

I Think That's Good

So many towns and so many jobs
And still we complain about the ones we got
Acting caged into an occupation
When we haven't made any new applications
So many different positions
Quit the bitchin and get in where you fit in
Pay your own rent, make your own decisions
Take no shit, claim your independence
Check yourself
Do you respect yourself?
Do you impress yourself
Do you dig yourself? Imagine looking back at yourself
From your death bed, would you act the same?
Let's pretend we get to relive today
With the knowledge that we will not live
Forever so we better go all in
No stallin', let's go opposite joe stalin
And show fondness so strong it's mind bogglin'
Some opportunities like to hide
Inside disguises that look just like a plight
I might sound like I went off the deep end
But that all depends on where you see from
Problems can be seen as a high dive
You can flop or flip it with a jack knife
You could be at the sea's end
Or at the sea's start depending on your season
Of spirit, can you hear it?
Can you note it when it comes near again?
If you can, I think that's good
Learning yourself, I think that's good
Doing your best, I think that's good
Practicing a craft, I think that's good
Earning some fans, I think that's good
Ignoring nonsense, I think that's good
Exploring cautious, I think that's good
Challenging wrongness, I think that's good
Chop that tree, paint that wood
Rock that beat like a stray cat should
Walk that street like the neighborhood
Is a block that builds to the greater good


So focused, no jokin', I won't spend one more moment
On bullshit unless to ambush and foreclose it
Bulldoze it below and build dope shit over it
A monument to the ocean that floats the ship
It's no disrespect when the flow is spit
The nod of the head is a bow movement
Humbling like a bowel movement
Consumption produces what it produces
Everyone poos shit
It's repulsive but humorous
Everybody shits poo
If Jesus lived he probably shit too
Plato shat, Ghandi shat
Aristotle shat, Socrates shat
Lincoln shat, Mozart shat
Napoleon Bonaparte shat
Rosa Parks and Bruce Lee
Charles Darwin and Nefertiti
Bob Marley, John F. Kennedy
Einstein, Leonardo da Vinci,
Martin Luther King shat
Susan B. Anthony shat
Alexander Graham Bell shat
Alexander the Great shat
Michelangelo, Buddha
Pablo Picasso, Mother Theresa
Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon
All took shits, and lots of them
Thomas Edison took a lot of shits
Benjamin Franklin took a lot of shits
Thomas Jefferson took a lot of shits
Alexander Hamilton took a lot of shits
If a monstrous comet hits
We'll all shit at once, a shitpocalypse
Since all this shit talk is getting obnoxious
I'll flip the script onto a different topic
Everybody pisses
I'm the hilariousest
I can say some arrogant shit
And not feel embarrassed a bit
Because I know I don't mean it
No one's harder on me than me is
But even with high standards and low esteem
I keep this head level as the flowing stream
Thought train steady blowing steam
Hauling some heavy poetry
Or in this case, pooetry
It fertilized the beat and grew a tree

Anger Management

Rage let's the monster out of the cage
And the vile hate annihilates
The positive vibes in its range
And for mine it's time for a change
I can't take any more of the shame
That I can't escape when I'm awake
And face all the waste in my wake
There's many ways to ride a wave
We can carve the curve with style and grace
Or fight the force and fall on our face
There's lots of rats but life's not a race
Mine is a ride to a house on a lake
Creeping discreet and without any haste
Like a cat about to pounce on its prey
Each step mapped out to the slay
Get smacked out if you step in my way
There's that grouch again
Wound up to lash out if you badger him
Acting savage as a honey badger
Hunting a challenger of any stature
Any excuse to unleash anger
One day I'll tame this ugly bastard
Not like a beast to a master
But like a burst of energy through a reactor
Something like a machine
When the worst feelings try to be seen
Accept them first and secondly
Let them burn like gasoline
Let them fuel your drive to be
A better you and thrive with me
I'm not so healthy and far from wealthy
But rising steady undeniably
From a minor seed
Planted by the sea
To a giant tree
You can climb and see

Dinosaur Music

This song will have mistakes
Even if I record a thousand takes
Even if I write 1000 bars
And pick the best ones they're bound for flaws
But I still strive for perfection,
In the sense of the life force reflection
It's an ideal type of sensation
To send sacred vibes through the mic cord connection
I feel like I was born to catch them
I can hear it from the inside before it hatches
Hydrochloric acid
I don't understand it but the rhyme was orgasmic
I'm still psycho for the boom bip
I'm sick and my cure is dinosaur music
A tyranosaurus rex
Is like half as cold as this
Cooler than Superman's fortress
It's your manCchopperman rorkin
Word to Riblet, I tear and killem
Like Taran Killam as Jebediah Atkinson
Lights camera action
A mic, a sampler and some wax to spin
Provides the answers to the questions
That guide the dancers to the heavens
Ever since Flash sent the message
This music's been smashing the devilish
Bashing the injustice, thrashing malevolence
Crashing the corruption and slashing the prejudice
Don't push me cause I'm close to the precipice
The only ones who know the edge are those that tested it
It's the only point of view with a vision
That let us aim to throw a wrench in the system

Battering Ram

Get down with this mountainous sound
Boundless as a hound that ditched the pound
Get loud, let out a big howl

Get live with it when the vibe revives
Get high, lifted when it flies the skies
Rise and shine like eastern horizon shine
Even the worst nights bring a fresh sunrise
Dawn to dawn I rock on and on
Like the Earth spins, a raw phenomenon
Like a fiend for the rock, I'm gone
Put the beat on repeat and nom nom nom
It's Chopperman and Mr. Davenport
With proper jams to kick your ass and more
The kind of ass kickin you're askin for
Each time you ask me what I'm rappin for
A swift kick to send you out the door
To explore whats worth standing for
I'm not trying to pretend I am the lord
But the meaning of life is what passion's for
If nobody cared what would it matter for?
Some stuff can't be summed up in a metaphor
Though I still try so I'm never bored
And haven't been since heaven sent my hoverboard
It's like something the lord made or dumbledore
Or something a stork laid on the front porch
But it was probably just a bunch of dorks
No matter where it's from or what it's meant for
It works like a key to open up some doors
Or maybe more like a battering ram
Weighing something like 100 killa jams
I'm breaking it down like I'm about to roll it up
Yeah, I'm rapping about the same old stuff
I like becoming one with the funky drums
And I do what I dig because the main goals fun
I stay in practice rain or sun
To relieve the stress and praise the one

Beast of Beats

Fee fi fo fum, I smell some primal funk
Following the scent below I spelunk
Into the cavern with a recorder
And a lantern so I can see sorta
In the deep horror lives a beat hoarder
What it's in the form of it's tough to be sure of
It could be a troll, it could be a ghoul
It could be cold and it could be cool
I do not know and I don't need to
I will not grow if I don't eat loops
And they gotta be fresh and full of sweet juice
To have you feeling loose and bullshit proof
I was moving though a tunnel when poof
A funk cloud puffed out a puddle of poo
And there he was, the holy beast of beats
He opened his beak and began to speak
I know who you are and what you're here for
You heard my shitar and you want to hear more
And I'll give enough to leave your ears sore
If you make a quick run to the beer store
Pick up 3 or 4 bottles of strong brew
And I'll whip up a few funktarded tunes
Uncharted choons to uncork your tubes
Cool down your pipes and upspark your doobs
So I cruised over to the store
For some booze we could use to fuel the score
To heal the wounds tore by the ruthless storm
Loops that soar paranormal like unicorns
When I returned to the home of the muse with horns
From the cold quiet came music warm
I watched the way the choons were born
To wash away the doom from its putrid core
I walked away with a tape so great
I went back to the cave almost every day
Of course with more cold brew to pour
If I showed empty-handed the brute would roar
One time the thing got so angry
It threw one of the empty bottles at me
I couldn't cope with what happened after
I stood alone when the glass had shattered
Because it wasn't the bottle that broke
The bottle broke a mirror, I was the ogre
All along, it was hard to swallow at first
But after I thought it over
I was relieved when I realized
I no longer needed the beast for these vibes
I left that cave so alive I could die
But I had my sights set on the highest of heights
Time to climb and climb and climb and climb


Walkin on up a hill
Rockin hip hop
Stoppings impossible
I must climb to the top
Feelin tough, tough enough
Not to bluff about the bluff
Lost the crutch, ditched the cuffs
Rolled the dutch, and lit it up
Huff and puff, puff and huff
Open up and go up and up
Pushing through the bushes and the
Brush into the summit sun
Summer's done, fuck your fun
Time to build these muscles some
Push and pull, pull and push
Pump until you're feeling young
Fearing none, free to roam
Tearing from your predisposed
Worrysomeness, we're reaching this
On our own yet not alone
Whether weather's hot or cold
Rain or shine, we gotta go
Gotta earn trust to grow bonds that cannot be broke
Life's a bitch, not a hoe, she's a pimp probably though
Rockin gold and lots of jewels,
Talkin bold and droppin fools
No remorse or discourse just the force of its roars
What's in store, no one knows, so before comotose
Let's explore existence,
The path of least resistence
Often leads to awful lives
Trapped in deep repentance
If we endure persistant
And follow intuition
We can live with a love
That swallows inhibition
It's time to quit the bitchin
And ditch the damn conniption
Fits of bad intention
Clog up the cognition
It's mental constipation
Caused by constant fakin
When chopperman is on the mic
And Tim is on the bass it's
Funky like loud smoke
Funky like alpo
Funky like the crowd goes
When we hit the brown note

6th Sense

Reminiscent of jumpin rope
This is a double dutch instrumental
So I'm ascending high above the globe
Sending vibes above the lobe
What might just cure some of your woes
Could be right under your nose
Sometimes you don't have to throw blows
You can conquer your foes with punchlines alone
Sometimes they're rhymes sometimes they're jokes
Fun times are what makes a life livable
So I hit the bowl and fly with the gulls
I think I chose the right rituals
But it's time to switch the boozin
With some bicycle cruisin
I no longer need to drown my confusion
I found my position, it's now time to use it
Now everything sounds like some music
Mindfulness is how I get tuned in
I tripped on a stem and fell right in union
Aligned with the moon to shine in the gloom den
I wrote this with lungs full of mucus
A brutal virus brought bronchitus
It whooped my ass with symptoms ruthless
It tried to off me but I chopped it like this

Let Yourself Be

Cruising along, feeling the breeze, singing my song, feeling at ease
At least enough to enjoy myself
On the one feeling the beat having some fun just being me
I caught a vibe that caused the ice to melt
Like the sun, I feel its shine, I see its sound, I hear its light
It pulled me up from my hell
It broke me down and built me back, and showed me how to build these tracks
It woke me up from my spell
Now I'm awake and well aware of how to make the silverware
Bend just using my mind
I imagine it happening and then manifest it
Just using my rhymes
In a mud puddle my rhyme pad'll float like a paddle boat
Whatever that's supposed to mean
I suppose it means my poetry can ride through the grime
To the other side, coasting clean
Food and drink, a room to sleep, shoes and clothes and rhymes and beats
Is about all that I need to survive
2 and 3 are after 1 and then the 4th and 5th will come
And that's how you count to 5
Stupid, yes, but I do my best to come through and bless the loops with Fresh lyrics from the heart
In Lawrence, KS USA like J Quest
I've been down for my art from the start
Buying tapes, refining my taste, trying to create and finding my place
and finally now I'm here
Nearly aligned with the stars in the sky, now I can fly so far and so high
I might not come down all year
That was a lie but that's how I feel, that's what I write, that's how I deal
My weed and my pad are my meds
I love this thing I call a life, so I'm'a try not to die
The biggest killer is stress
So let's relax and let loose, take deep breaths and keep cool
Peaceful as John Lennon
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be
And let yourself be with it

Still A Kid

Standing still, I'm dancing still
Man I'm chillin feelin like a half a mil
Been working hard as fuck, still can't make a buck
But I can't complain because I can't believe my luck
For instance, 9 Beat Combo
Sent this divine beat pro bono
It put my life in slo mo
Just what I needed, that's why I'm weeded
Time likes to freeze like the breeze but I can freeze it
With these frosty beats and siberian lyrics
Some vibes carry the spirits that hear it
So high they're free, if only for a minute
From the moment my lonely soul ascended
From the flowin I've been so commited
To the sound of a truth open-ended
The fountain of youth, I'm soaking in it
I'm still a kid

You're Human, It's Fine

Serving up a cold slice of soul pie
Wild how we get so high on the lofi
Sometimes the bulls eye is so wide
I don't gotta aim when I let the flow fly
Some rhyme schemes provide a swell guide
Some lines seem to write themselves right?
Unwind, you're human, it's fine
Relax your mind and loosen your spine
Anxiety can grow to be
A giant beast if allowed to over-eat
It feeds on trepidation and insecurity
It drinks impatience and pisses urgency
It stinks of desperation horribly
It taints the present moment abhorrently
Besides suicide there's no way out
So settle right down into right now

N-o-w, that's the word
Now is won not just when it's spelled backward
Practice presence til it's mastered
To soar free as the Ol Dirty Bastard
Reincarnated as a bird, toucan clan
N-e-s-t-e-d man
Protect your nest like inspector peck
But never let the predators make you sweat
They want to scare you because they're afraid
misery loves company and fear's the same
Any trait can be contagious
I made this to wash away the abrasive
Like antibacterial soap
But it's anti-wack-material dope
After I pass I'll come back as ghost
Only to tag my burial stone

Soul Retractor

Go go gadget soul retractor
Won't hold it back like belly laughter
Focused on goals, we don't meander
Building a stronghold with a holy hammer
A shield to block the bullshit thrown at us
A field of logical sense with no antics
A world of consciousness oceanic
And all it's saying is don'tcha panic
I don't even own a white towel to throw
Just like a white owl, I'll fly in the snow
And kill a lizard in the middle of a blizzard
Have its gizzards for dinner, innards for dessert
With feathers thicker every winter
I seldom windburn and never shiver
I was born in an ice storm
So for this life form the coldest nights warm
By the skull of the bull I've been torn
But I took hold of control by the horns
A metaphorical matador
Who rides the feral horse with no saddle sore
The range of my pads isn't a pain in my ass
It's a game in my hands, I'm playing, I'm not playing
Wasting nothing, right now I'm here
Following a calling heard loud and clear
Flying until I forget how to fear
Forcing the torment out of here
Steering away from horsing around this year
I was a jackass but I'm now a deer
What makes a caterpillar morph
Is same as the thing that brought this feeling forth
It lives in me, and it lives in you
It's the beautiful butterfly inside this cocoon

Go go gadget truth reflector
Psychopathic tune ejector
Intergalactic soul connector
Building understanding in the stormy weather
The tool that puts the puzzle together
To show the way to struggle with pleasure
The vision that paints the grim scenes brighter
The rain and the fire breed a fighter

Kaboom boom bap music to kick to
Whether kickin it cool or with some kung fu
Fresh lines like I'm writing with a new pencil
Keep it moving is the one true principal
This means letting go until you forget to
When we let it flow we can ascend to pinnacle
Don't push when it pulls don't pull when it pushes
We won't win if we don't roll with the punches
Bob and weave weave and bob
Boxing these slovenly souls that theive and rob
Whether or not you believe in God
What goes around comes back and believe it's raw
Those corrupt police might be above the law but
Nobody can be above the karma
Sociopaths walk horrible paths
Holding their stash with hands cold as their cash
Wreckless drivers eventually crash
I move defensively so they miss me with that
Got things to do and places to be at
But I'm not trying to rush, if I'm late, so be it
The tale of the tortuoise and hare depicts
A moral I cherish, the impetuous
Will perish, slow and steady wins
Storms of hastiness blow deadly winds
Rocking steadily as Bo Diddly riffs
Chops and Skinny B show grittyness
And dillagence like J Dilla flips
Making healthy dishes that are still delicious
Building bridges for intelligence
Filling ditches with malevolence
Digging trenches for ambivalance
To fight against arrogance and ignorance
The meaning is ambiguous
The divinity is indigenous
The deity is androgynous
The enemy is indifference
The certainty is belligerent
The security is fraudulent
The urgency is ridiculous
Earth is sweet, honor it

Hold Tight

It's called grace cock face
I'm classically trained to rock breaks
I'll carry heavy bass until my back breaks
Spin the wax plates and flip like pancakes
The lab shakes as the dabs bake
Like crab cakes for gift of gab's sake
I treat a beat like a slab of steak
And let it marinate before I stab its face
And let it blaze, my minds a maze
Like Double K's, it's kinda crazy
Finding ways to rhyme the day's lessons
Trying to make the time in vain lessen
Trying to catch a vibe of grate essence
Like that of summer night skate sessions
There was nothing like grade seven
Thank heaven I found a way to take seconds
3rds 4ths 5ths and 6thes
With this instrument the dish is endless
I give it my best relentless
With no initiative we're like a fish that's finless
Drifting listless, listening to senseless
Pop hits just cause they made some top ten list
Funk that, this is
Trunk rattling, rap soul punk jazz
Punch drunk from skunk hits and drum jabs
Stumbling from collab to collab
Is far from a job it's how I relax
I'm gonna stand tall until I collapse
I'll types of raps that glow like a lamp
I could be a chump but I feel like a champ
Ready to jump to the moon with my jams
I might look dumb but I'm doing my dance
I'm the only one who can ruin my chance
And I'm through with that stance, I'm throwin my hands
Into the sky and following them right in
Divin' into the river of time
Ridin it to the rhythm of chimes
When we align the lemons and limes
It's like when the rhymes and drummin combine
In the still of night the sun still shines
It's just on the other side of this gold mine
Hold tight

Force of Nature

Do what you dig, screw what they think
Let loose and break through everything
That stands in between you and your thing
Tubular bells ring, troubadors sing
To adorn pain and reinforce fun
Through the cold rain, mi amore's funk
Music that takes me from boredom
To Elysium, pre mortem
I reach heaven recording
I be gettin retorded
I keep weaponry loaded
Mental missiles hit souls and restore them
Or maybe I'm just blowing hot air
Inflating my ego it's not rare
But I won't stop there mon frere
I kick my way through from snare to snare
Some fair some derriere
Some flare, some barely there
Somewhere between my chair and hair
There's a pair I swear would scare a bear
It's in the deepest layer of the darkest lair
With this ink and paper I'm a dragon slayer
Laying down the law like a legislator
Laying 'round the swamp like an alligater
Scoping out the scene looking for some flavor
No apologies from a force of nature
Fear and hate turn life into a torture chamber
It's more like a free-range for the forward thinker
Word to Chief Bob, the orchestrater
With tunes sure to take your dough to the baker
Energy grows through it greater and greater
Until it's too much to flow through the breaker


I treat it like a Tetris game
Letting things fall into place
Keeping my head in the game
Yet not giving a damn if I'm in first place
Just trying to do my best
Something I can't do when I'm stressed
I guess that's why music's my home
If I went deaf I'd be suicide prone
I'm an instrument, a humanophone
Tuned into heaven with organic tones
When in union with romantic poems
You can hear the universe's orgasmic moans
It's a funny word, pantalones
It's a funny world for that alone
Can a cantaloupe and an antelope elope?
Yep, I've just toked a rope
Like Joey Diaz
The spit is spiffy when it's linked
With the SP of Heavy Systems, Inc.
How can a beat be heavy as some zinc
And still seem to be some easy listening
How can a beat be clean as listerine
At the same time dirty as the dishes in the sink
It's duality, and it runs deep
With as many faces as there is fishes in the sea

Winter Solstice

Struggling man moving along
Juggling passion school and a job
Bad back, bad credit
A bit of bad blood and a bunch of bad habits
Alcoholic food addict
But as bad as it gets I'm getting good at it
But now it's at the point that I have to quit
I can hear my body calling out for it
Saying put down the bottle of brown liquid
And find out where the cauliflower is
Feeling powerless is due to cowardice
Give me all your fear and I'll devour it
Every dollar's counterfeit
You can count them but you can't always count on them
Ask the down trodden they're all around often
They'll tell you all about it if they're not too exhausted
Let the water drip through the faucet
So the pipes don't get frost bit
On this arctic night in Lawrence
I'm finding warmth and fighting for it
Feels like Earth's furthest point of orbit
Yet we're closest to the sun on the winter solstice


I confess, I obsess
Inside this minds a mess
And I must clean it up
So I don't self destruct
Every day is a test
And each problem a chance at success
Each task an occasion for meditation
Through mindful presence in your situation
I've been breaking the day into pieces
So a state of concentration increases
Moments fleet and we can't take or leave them
We can only live in them or grieve them
Spin with the seasons or end up freezing
Or burning up depending on your region
When birds fly south it's instinctive
Nature guides us well if we can read it
My inklings guide my ink pens
I might seem pretentious or like I pretend
I don't mean to preach or condescend
I'm only trying to uplift and ascend
There's near 32 million seconds in a year
And I'm trying to hold every one of them dear
Standing in front of a mirror
I can see clear, I'm lucky to be here
I drank 10 thousand beers
And I can still hang with the mountaineers
I can still climb the tower tiers
Up to a level where the clouds are pierced
To catch a clear glimpse of the stratosphere
And stars that glow like a candle chandelier
Stare at one til crystal clear
The rest of them will disappear

Close your eyes open your ears
And join the tribe of vision seers
United worldwide to ignite this
Vibrant fire inside of the righteous
Amplify the divine and synthesize it
At the same time silence the divisive
The zip file is a vile of my love
Transmitted through this spirit from high above
The night was long but now the sun
Is rising from the horizon up
As if each day is easter
The savior returns as the galaxy stirs
The grand elixir, humanity's cure
It's the amphitheater and the teacher
Of how to keep your monochord in key
So it frees souls of those listening
When we pull the string

Up and Away

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 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
It's 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

Earth Love

I say I'm deranged but in a strange way
I actually act crazy to stay sane
It's hard to explain so instead I'll say
With that said, on with the headcase wordplay
Trying to think up great lyrics hurts my brain
So I settle for whatever rides the train
Of thought, sometimes the thing grows wings
And takes off into a dream-world scene
A place without pain where I reign as King
Everyone's a king and queen on that plane of being
Playin beats is like planting trees
They seem to make it easier to breathe
A killer break beat can bring a cool breeze
On a hot day to decrease the degrees
And increase the good energy that helps us see
Our blessings and how they dwarf our short-comings
Work, play and rest keep me busy
As all the ups and downs keep me dizzy
I could say everything will be OK
And every other inspirational cliche
But I'd rather not, that would be rather lame
I'd rather blather on about random things
Without a plan or aim just playin the word game
Arrangin a verse that may display the inner flame
It blazes in the rain even brighter
Storms feed the fire, together they breed a fighter
Whenever grey skies start pourin down water
Sing in the shower about how you love her
Mother Earth is one beautiful bitch
You think she loves you back til she pulls the kill-switch
Still I can't be angry about it
She brought me into it, she can kick me out of it

Accept the Mystery

Open minds are ready to learn
Closed ones are too stubborn
I'm not trying to preach, I'm trying to teach
I want to be a piece of what the world needs
We need education and inspiration
Lot's more love and much less hatin'
Some blame wrongfully for their misery
When they're not strong enough to claim responsibility
Instead of hating my enemies
I thank God that instead of them I'm me
When I speak of God I'm referring to a mystery
I can't imagine it being some entity
But who knows, definitely not met
So I shall procee agnostically
I don't need religion to make good decisions
And be a decent person with a meaningful mission
You can look for a face in the clouds
I'll search for grace in the sounds
I feel healed by the bass when it pounds
Heavenly vibes, I'm chasing them down
Think about what you want to think about
Revive your imagination now
Imagine flying around the galaxy
Then realize that's your reality
Imagine an alien race
That let us live for the sake of art we make
Maybe inspiration is universal
As in through the whole universe, ya know?
Who knows? Definitely not me
I'm just trying to play it cool thoughtfully
Considering everything
We should be very proud to be barely sane
The brook streams like the break swings
Back and forth to bring life from A to B
And beyond, I break free creatively
And take my dreams from make believe to things achieved
I want to make beats for a bunch of great emcees
And I want to be one of them eventually
If I live to be seventy
I'll probably still be using the SP
Relentlessly, ridiculously
Religiously, Religulously
Sometimes I do believe
It was meant to be but never indubitably
It almost amuses me how some act so cetrain
About what happens beyond that closed curtain
And it confuses me how some say they praise Jesus
When they live opposite the way he did

Illy Wonka

Chopper on the mic, dutch on the beat
The type of song you might want to put on repeat
The kind of track that might get you up off your seat
Matter fact it might lift you high as can be
It's like an everlasting pot treat
Call me Illy Wonka, I'm wilder than Gene
Come with me, and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination
Skipping stones to the moon's reflection
To watch it ripple through the lunar rhythm
A fire fly flew luminescent
Into this head to send you this message
Let it glow, let it rain, let it snow
Let it flow, let it in, let it go
With the wind as it blows the storms in
And out as well, they don't sit dormant
No one asked for hail to start pouring
But from the clouds it fell without warning
Like bats from hell, the pellets swarmed in
But after it all, it was calmer than before it
Silent as a tree falling in the forest
When there isn't anybody there to notice
But really does that make sense
When it's not only us with that innate sense
And the unseen tree, it can exist
On the inside when we imagine it
To imagine is a magic trick
The rabbit out the hat's for pricks
Cutting someone in half is sick
I'd rather cut in half their sickness
And make their deepest fears disappear
Like alakazam with some quickness
Shit gets intense sometimes
But it's just one side of this funhouse ride
Through the unknown to the unknown
The truest thing known is love unowned
As far as I know, and I know it's not far
Until I drive onto that road to the stars

I Do Love You

She's as sweet as Reese's Pieces
And pretty as a picture that da Vinci did
A sexy thing but she seldom flaunts it
Healthy teeth but she seldom flosses
Crazy as she is, to me she's flawless
A badass chick like Lucy Lawless
A warrior but she's cute regardless
A grown woman but she's a baby goddess
The way she illuminates the darkness
Can make the most faithless atheist worship
I give her space but stay in orbit
I'd give her the world but I can't afford it
So I'll give her this song instead
Just saying go ahead lady, knock 'em dead
And if they act like they're not impressed
They're probably just jealous that they're not as blessed
She's beautiful as the park at sunset
Inside out from heart to sun dress
Soft to caress but tough if you test
Disrespect the princess and it's off with you head
Queenly but she's not a snob
Comfy but she's not a slob
She's chunky but she's not a blob
She's funky but it's not a problem
She's lovely from top to bottom
From hair-do to the pair of shoes she walks in
She lights up the room when she walks in
You might want a parachute when she's gone again
Everybody suffers
But it's not as rough because we've got each other
I really do love her
But until we're together it's just the idea of her

Cosmic Haven

Rhyme rockin again, mind gone with the wind
I am that I am, and I've got to ascend
High on the music, trying not to abuse it
From this altitude it's all quite amusing
All the confusion brought by delusion
Searching for the meaning we oughtta try producing
Can't catch a glimpse of truth when
The lens we glance through is tented and translucent
Smash through it and it all becomes lucid
Straps loosen up until loose enough to lose them
Stubborn students are cruisin for a bruisin
Humorous they're assuming they're immune to the contusions
But I'm tired of laughing at em so I started rappin at em
Microphone mathematics gonna find the solution
Damn right I'm dreaming, it's my resolution
With visions vivid as high resolution
Chopperman is in deep concentration
On his way from lost in space into a cosmic haven
Freakin these frequency modulations
Tuned in to this galaxy's constellations
Twisting knobs with keen observation
SP Doctor with the clean operation
Can't practice moderation with these viberations
I'm a grizzly music freak in hibernation
Chopperman is in deep concentration
On his way from lost in space into a cosmic haven
Freakin these frequency modulations
Tuned in to this galaxy's constellations
Twisting knobs with keen observation
SP Doctor with the clean operation
Can't practice moderation with these viberations
I'm a grizzly music freak in hibernation