11/12 spazz

It's easier to get the jelly out the peanut butter jar, not vice versa. In this game you go against the grain, my mane they might murk ya/ we stay sippin cocktails and smokin that light purple, so if you ain't on the same you ain't in the right circle/ we all stars, dream team, been doin this since pre-teen, killin shit from ny to Cali plus the in be-tweens/ yo we mean, business what is this you cashed out? Writing and fighting so exciting just spazz out../

11/11 trip to new orleans

A house full of friends, couple tanks full of gas.  Plane tickets on lock, the NO will be a blast/ my past, in this town is rather cloudy let's get rowdy. Catch me outside Larry flynt's joint screaming loudly, crowd around me/ it's astounding, 2nd oyster po boy for the hell of it. And I don't even do cocaine, just like the smell of it/ irrelevant, ready for all the sights and the sounds, the debauchery abounds, someone buy another round/I'm outta town-before depression strikes, life lessons I ain't stressin mike, catch me in in the NO up for seven nights, straight blessin mics...

11/10 topic: that's what she said...

Super dope concept for a song... I can hear the hook and whatnot (already)...
Getting lucky, knock on wood. Rise and shine feeling good. Get it in like I should, fuck the world (prolly could)/ I've been thinking long and hard, but I gotta keep on pushin. Trying to put myself in a position with some cushion/ on a mission, missionary, dark tunnel- this is scary, sweat drippin bitches leave looking like they got dysentery/ with this we've barely scratched the surface keep 'em nervous eatin sweetbread, come across as a meathead with entendre- that's what she said...

11/9 topic: success/risk..

Some say the risk of failure's worth the chance to succeed. You best believe the thought of failing's like a ransom to me/
putting everything I have on the line sets me free, plus putting everything on my mind in my lines makes me me. /
see, failure's not an option. A plan B? I ain't got one. My motivation drives me with my notebook ridin shotgun/
when left alone I get a lot done, answer what, how, why and when. So if at first I don't succeed then it's just try and try again...

11/8 head in the game..(welcome home)

All I hear is- friend or follow me, network and hashtags, stick you for your net worth, trick or treat with a trashbag/
mommy can we please go to rhymecamp? Go ask dad. This is climbing with no crashpad, damn I need that cash bad/
move past that, loot is the root of the evil men do. You doodoo with that pencil? My goonies will come and get you/
spit voodoo with needles sent to turn people to human pretzels. The footage ends up on YouTube free for a week then it's rental/
this is special. I regret to inform you your run is over. Number retired hung from the wires above the culture./
The best way to put it cold as a snow covered coca-cola, mc's exploded folded flag at the foot of the unknown soldier/
still hold a chip on my shoulder that's larger than Oklahoma. The look in my eyes should've told you I'll probably broken bone ya/
outspoken for a stoner a loner dotty, a rebel. Proud owner of my own devils and demons they keep me level./
know Stephen won't ever settle for less than a precious metal. Accelerate push the pedal won't stop till I'm pushin petals/
sooner than later red'll turn green and we can break free. Still tryna decide if I make the rhymes or the rhymes make me./
lately I got feeling that I won't get home safely, so I'm taking my mind off safety and gratefully dedicating/
premeditated hatred both sacred and sacrilegious. I'm way past just smacking bitches and basically back in business...

8/23 cardboard kids...

verse from a dope big hell song:

I've got no answers no cure for this cancer no gold bricks imprinted with balinese dancers, no chance to erase those misplace connotations. My plot's dug I'm pacin, watch what I'm facing/ my disdain mistaken and called unimportant. My patience and the soapbox I was born in have worn thin. Each morning so cyclical, stereotypical. My stereos miserable there ain't shit to listen to. 
Still I am mister cool, the guy tryna fit in
We all look the same but I know I'm different.  The sky knows my limit, so gifted don't twist it. The irony's scripted you blink you might miss it/
My footprint is copied from carbon then cut out, outsource my resources pray we don't run out. Thank good the sun's out, let's do it again. Knowing I'm not that piece of cardboard that y'all think I am...

Twofer...8/11 politics, 8/12 knock knock..

Knock knock. Who's there? Your local politician. 
Paid out the frame I've been trained not to listen/
Hope you got a pot to piss in cuz we won't give a damn thang, weekdays I'm bible thumping, weekends hookers coke and champagne/
It's a system that you cantchange, don't hate the player hate the damn game. All this hope and reform is realistically a bandaid/
We now know just how to campaign plus our pocketbooks are bigger. Voters text me on my facespace and they follow me on twitter./
Instead of being bitter we made lemonade from lemons.  Took this time to find the open offices to get our friends in/
Finish this four year sentence then it's back to bloody hell. 
Perhaps the Mayans were right, the world ends in twenty twelve...

7/23 one of those days, verse 1

Woke up late, alarm clock broken must be jokin, hit the kitchen realize I'd left the freezer door open/ slipped on the floor that's soakin - I'm flooded with anxiety. The gods must be crazy, it seems like today they tryin me/ my patience thin, I'm out, car needs gas low on cash, drove past a speed trap  while looking back, almost crashed/ that's the last thing I need, should have stayed home smoking weed, presentation I'm the leade, just one of those days indeed... / So I proceed, with caution lost in thought without a garmin, get to the office and I'm starving but after buying beer last nite mustve forgot to put my card in/ my wallet call it what you want I'll call it scatterbrained, office is empty check my calendar oh shit it's Saturday... 

7/21 one of those days...

Workin out a full song for today's topic... Here's the hook:

just one of those days
Nothing seems to go right
just one of those days
The world is picking a fight
just one of those days
I know that I'll be alright
as long a one of those days
don't turn to one of those nights

7/20 Move!!

Yo we aint here to make you dance, we're here to make you shit your pants.
We're here to blow your mind, we're here to try to slow up time/
Fuck that I'll speed it up, beat it up, find the competition and heat it up, stay weeded up/
I'll feed these verses to the masses watch 'em eat it up,
lyrics sharp they're left with bleeding guts from uneven cuts/
You can imagine even being one of Stephen's sluts! Half the day you eating nuts the other half I beat it up/
I need a "what!!" from the crowd for Yes Ya'll Power, pointing out you wallflowers that to me are all cowards/
Now that's what I call sour so how're we gonna fix it? I'll just keep spittin that sick shit then let the DJ re-mix it/
So just grab yourself a thick chick and groove to the next ballad, but before you cut a rug load up on your chef salad (inside joke)/
Now that it's said and done, we come thru and we get it done.
Not Knotty but the dreaded one, you cue the hook and let it run...

7/16 paramount

It's paramount to my success to care about not sounding fresh, my heart is pounding out my chest apparent issues to address/ I'ma air em out unless someone objects or gets upset, I can barely bare the stress appear to bury it instead/ I said - it's never been the case that I wouldn't face another challenge, it's sort of what you do when you are laced with grace and talent/ set the pace then race around it bumpin Maze while staying grounded, it sounds crazy but we may have this place basically surrounded/ they keep praising me for spraying the outrageously profound shit, Spittin cutthroat of the utmost importance what paramount is../

5/18 ctd: Egg, land-ho, triple double, reuben, acronym, thames, metropolis, campus

Somewhere between spittin fire hot as flames and flowing fluidly like the Thames, your boy steve hawk remains statistically in the game/ my aim, clocks triple doubles mc's in trouble start attacking 'em, spit at a cat and backflip him lifespan shortened like an acronym/ abbreviate the fake till we alleviate the hate, looking for the big man on campus your boy stevie take the cake/ a tangled web we weave and make in this metropolis and i promise this, only the very best of lyrics will ever pass through my esophogus/I want to diss-the world but my glass house sponsored by Steuben, you know you're in love with foodwhen you'd put anything on a Reuben/ includin- a fried egg, a pickle and , damn yo! I just rapped myself onto an island now I'm screaming 'land ho!'...     

5/5 seas vs. lakes

I don't know what type of Erie shit that you're on but I paint pictures with cans of duron, throwing Salton my game and you'll be found Dead in lake Huron/ been reigning Superior from Michigan to the Baltics, roll with a small crew but we're all pricks, drug addicts and alcoholics/ even in Ontario they feelin us everywhere we go, no ones Black as my man Red worldwide across the barrio...!    

4/28 don't talk to aliens...

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/science/space/article7107207.ece

In the continuum of space and time I learned how to lace a rhyme, travel to distant galaxies lookin for cats to battle me/ what baffles me, actually, is that when analyzed mathematically, thinking our solar system stands alone happens to be not even close to reality/ a fallacy! What's even better if you read thru stephen's letter is that these life forms might be beyond our reasoning level or whatever/ nevermind, in due time all our questions will be answered, stephen hawk said not to talk to aliens I trust that man's word!       

4/27 come fly with me...

Rhymin's the final Frontier on the Continental US, sharpen my pencil reduce stress, lately proven use-less/ a new quest got these Virgins smelling like teen Spirit, so we present a United front and hit 'em with those clean lyrics/ I'm headed south by Southwest toward the Mississippi Delta, touch down seek out shelter coppin weight opposite welter/ melt yer face, I'm true Blue rippin rhymes off my queue, screw you if you think they can do it like I do!

4/14 ctd: graffiti, pinstripes, memory card, Louisiana, rainbow, wicked, wizard, hardwood, Hoover, anticipation, foreshadow

This wicked word wizard jacked the gold from the rainbow, navy blue wallabees with a pinstriped kangol/ get graphic as graffiti type artistry would you pardon me, last party in Louisiana wish I packed a memory card with me/. I'm heartily, started anticipation set for battle, taken heads while my foreskin still casting a foreshadow/ that'll get most chicks wet as a dam suckin like Hoover, moving up and down the hardwood with them loose lipped maneuvers...

4/7 food...

This is food for thought get a plate, reservations set a date, Ima set the record straight appetite like I ain't ate/ upped my weight, stayed the nicest breathed into that which was lifeless, these days to understand nutrition is to master literary devices/ it's an agricultural crisis corporates redefined 'natural', oil and gas to push cargo so this winter I can have apples?/ yet I'm the asshole- I just want what's in season for good reason, heed the words step in my shoes and you can walk and talk like Stephen/ now we eatin! Speaking of my hunger most'll wonder how a fucking cucumber wakes one from slumber feeling younger/ the answer's under your nose just head south to the mouth, the type of food that goes in effects the rhymes that come out.. 

2/8-?

Please patiently endure this indefinite hiatus as we work on the new project(s). We will try to post occasionally, possibly once a week?, with some new.
peace

2/4-2/5 hiphop origins to intermission...

Hip hop, started out in the park, once was a spark but now it lights up the dark/
imprint on my heart, it's what's made me this smart, put the bite in my bark so much I'd fight for the art/
right from the start, it was crafted and  grandmastered by fatherly, scholars that solemnly saw a path out of poverty/
honestly, I feel like I was there at least I shoulda been, but since I wasn't I'll use this gift to try and make hiphop good again/
110% I put it in, no crimes and beef and murder, decision for intermission so I can dive in even further/
rhyming steve'll word a perfect sermon to ensure the, future of the artform at all costs and to secure a/
brighter future for writers used to grinding through the madness, if I disappear for a while please find hope when you look at this...   

2/3 cleptomania...

Yo I used to have this problem, thought that there was no way to solve it, risked my freedom stealing from stores when I had money in my wallet/ boosting shit i never wanted, once outside prolly discard it, brand new items in the garbage then I'm right back where I started/ an artist, I'll take anything from clothes to food to medicine, don't know why I do this but know it ain't for the adrenaline/ unsettling, meddle in everything from car stereos and speakers, jerseys and sneakers, willing to trade merchandise for reefer/ a tweaker but my fix ain't chemical it's psychologic, never thought I'd stop it till the day that I got popped kid/ a topic, like this cannot be summed up in a few bars, if explained how my life got fubar'd we'd prolly go thru more than a few jars/ fukc with me...  

2/2 the last of his kind....

Step into the ring with me,it's a guarantee I'll leave you battlescarred, it doesn't even end there, I can bend air like the the avatar/ he travels village to village helping cats,honing his skills, mastering the elements -like me zoning on pills/ serves as a middleman between the spirit world and present, learning from various teachers, from royalty to peasants/ with lessons ranging from bending and friending to banging girls, pressure from the rest thinking that he can save the world/ I can relate, yearn for normalcy but called to be great, my favorite cartoon to a movie know I'm saving the date!    

1/28 jc and the knights of the round table present: excalibur

When Jesus sat down with his disciples did he know they were some psychos? Sword weilding madmen moonlighting in lunar cycles?/  
a verse from the book of Michael says christ'll reclaim the throne, pull the sword from out the stone, praise the lord welcome home/
my zone? so excalibur grinding between the calipers, tryna space shuttle Challenger to increase my calculus and algebra/
outstyle a mathematician, brick of hash turned ash in minutes, the first one to lash out is usually the last to listen/
i'm crass, laugh, just spittin blunt splittin my mission worldly, meet my respective collective  at an undisclosed location somewhere in jersey...
(to be continued)  

1/27 M is for mallet, matador, maze, myringa (eardrum), mambo, muse, malpractice, megatron

Alarm sounds, trim my M head to work hope I make it, at a red light with my muse bumpin Maze in a Matrix/ made a makeshift microphone to make the masses up and dance, while she spit marengue in my myringa till i felt movement in my pants/ i mean a mallet  that would impress the most maniacal metallurgist, I'm like macguyver with these words bitch, bullshit matador I'll merk kids/ mister perfect someone tell megatron his motherfukcin leg is gone, we'll sue his doctor for malpractice my man let's get it on rhyme marathon/ all's said and done, make millions murdering mc's with my bomb flow, make a meal of mammaries I'll take mine sauced with mambo!

1/26 a thousand words...

Remember that time yoda dressed as Gary Cole and beat his chick? It's like that time I went in a Capella screaming "this beat is sick!"/
believe this shit? Arnold Drummond abusin and battering women, am I the only one that saw this coming from the beginning?/
I mean, look at his life and the way it all transpired, former child star - must be the way the man's wired/
imagine a white father, slutty sister, coked bother, now imagine this Naploean NOT chokin his baby's mother/
not to excuse the behavior but if I looked like a second grader I'd prolly have some anger and pray for a fatal favor/
to put me out of my misery beggin my man like "shza please!", cut my wrists with scissors please or noose me from that little tree!/
ninja please! I saw that pic and knew I gotta rhyme, they say a picture's worth a thousand words I hope you got the time... 

1/22 blueprint of life, mlk

Life is like a race sometimes you jog and sometimes you sprint, feeling lost there ain't no map but relax, cuz there's a blueprint/ a nuisance, at times cuz my rhymes cross the fader, borrowed time and verses from speech to seventh graders/ eff minors, we're majors, kings like Martin luther, spit game that y'all ain't used to with more styles than Kama sutra/ leave you stitched stapled and sutred on my path to independence, know me as a menace put tools in your mouth like dentists/ stay ahead like lettuce got a fetish for spittin good man, so long as when it's said and done I know I've got a good plan.. 

1/20 Ben Button and back.

There's so many ways to say what's on my mind
I try to fit it all in one rhyme
Some know that I'm, sick of wasting time
Gotta shine in each and every line
So everyday I stay up late
Make sure noone's still awake
Doing whatever it takes
To be great
And escape
Blatant
Hate. 
I'm straight
Up and down
No more fuckin around
Think I'm saying something now
Line em up, buck em down
So this is how it gets done
So many styles we'll leave your head spun
Just know that when my books are read from
I'll be charged with word murder cuz this is redrum!

1/19 ctd: bisect diameter quadrangle half-life rhombus Pythagorean theorem hexagon fraction axes hypotenuse divide

Divide competition, my division vs. your faction fraction smash it
we're fuckin rap addicts addicted to mathematics/  
an evil centered axis I'm leavin your squad strangled
my hypotenuse has got 'em loose, they're squares like quadrangles/
hit em from all angles, then fill em with truth serum
then break it down alphabetically like the Pythagorean theorem/  
see, if you bisect my lines you'll see Ive lived more than a half life
hat cocked to the side, slanted like a rhombus on my head-that's right/
we pass pipes, get complex like hexagons on amatuers
my lexicon's mathematical if you step in my diameter... 

1/14-1/15 unbroken chain... Figure it out

Remain collected cool and calm, calm as breezes through the palms, palm the ball in my hand, hand connected to my arm/ armed with rhymes to punk posers, pose for pictures on roller coasters, coast through life hoping hope's enough to get us over/ over under wonder daily if the path I walk is righteous, right just sometimes seems so wrong, wrong turn into the hypeness/ hypest cat you ever met, mets got nothing on the yanks, yank a bitch up by the bun, bun and beans with ballpark franks/ frankly think it's funny how most mc's sound the same, same game new players, play to win how I remain...

1/12=1/13 zzz...

working on the album/mixtape..

1/11 make a wish..

I'm about to spark the rhyme mu'fukca, this is make a wish march of dimes mu'fukca, I got lines mu'fukca/ on my grind mu'fukca, wake up if you sleepin, we makin dreams come true like every single weekend/ we cover sports, booze, bitches, hotel rooms and nosebleeds, flip camera vids, rhyme sessions, time to show these/ homies we ain't playin they must all be disenchanted, a few days with out of towners make sure every wish is granted/ spit it frantic I get hyper call it manic stand deliver, sit back and watch as wishes granted like fifties on a hill for Shizzer...

Archives: move verse...

Battle me you'll lose your life, do you really wanna chance that?
I've been known to rap my ass off, why you think my pants sag?/
stand back the man's back, the place is jam packed
and I ain't leaving till I hear the fans hands clap/
or till people start rolling out their dance mats
pop locking and breaking till their joints won't stop aching/
if I'm not making sense then just pretend to understand me,
most'll push more bull than Sammy on a quest to win a Grammy/
and that's just faker than Miami how y'all act so artificial,
but I am to wack mc's what weapons inspectors are to missiles/
and when I hear the starter pistol I pioneer and pave my own path.
Purposely I pulverize you punks I pray you know that/
man I hang my hat where home's at to reclaim the throne I won't slack,
gotta keep it movin everyday we show improvement/
so if you ain't in tune with the movement, or the way we do our music
I suggest you find something else to groove with: MOVE!

1/8 beach chair verse...

Life is just a beat to me, I'm just tryna spit to,
15+ years without seein my shit move/
So I'm 'bout to hit you, with so many lines that at times it might seem like just too many rhymes to sit thru/
Spit hop plus I'm hip too. 
Rhyme razors that will slit thru, muscles tendons and tissues,(use use use)/
Went from rockin open mics, writin rhymes and overnights, voices in my head keep saying to me "make sure you flow it right"/
 coach keeps kickin stuff to write, karma's got me lovin life, my mother just keeps praying for meeee/
See I got demons in my past and a rack of fukcin kids, so I gotta handle biz to keep em dipped in Yankee lids/
Plus kicks and hoods as well, lovin gifts from uncle shiz, teachin em the Way so they know exactly how it is/
So when I'm no longer here to pay for fades and lace their feets, give them all the rhymes I wrote and some shiny new beats. (beats)....

1/7 lar lengthwise levitate lashings liberal L lexer liability labrynth

My life is like a labrynth or a map that's lost a road, line my lyrics up lengthwise they'd likely span across the globe/ get so high its like I levitate and lately I get visceral,  My ability's a liability and I'm about to get liberal/ mc's are miserable when I unleash a lexicon of lyric lashing, dope rhymes are like food to me- whatcha doing, fasting?/ I'm everlasting, flex with texters, lexers and a lot more, just know that to challenge me lyrically will get you an L in the box score/ I got more in my top drawer, leave losers legless for a bonus, bring it to where your home is, better get a lar to protect your domus...beeeyatch.    

Archives: it's like that...

At long last, an mc that will stay on task and has gone past the average patterns of thought like dr john nash on strong hash/ in contrast, known for laying more cable than comcast, spraying my spawn upon ass in an explosion that's like a bomb blast/ my mom asked- what I wanted to be when I got older. Without hesitation I told her "universal mc and soldier"/ she put her hand up on my shoulder, I saw her fighting back the tears. I had this writing knack (that was clear) some cats likened that to fear/ transcended white and black for years but till this day still ain't accepted. It don't bug me 'cuz I don't let it yet some folks don't seem to get it/ I don't sweat it, it fuels my fire and inspires me to wage war. Now i spit like an enraged boar that's been caged and displayed since age four/ better believe my dues have been paid for, ran out of rhymes one time so made more. The hand I write with stays sore (this games dirty as an aids whore)/been sent as hiphop's savior save your doubting and negativity. By the end of this you'll be giving me the respect that I deserved initially/ viciously I attack tracks with these verses that don't lack facts. Those that know me know I'm a packrat with rhymes spilling out my knapsack/ I'm sick of r&b rap cats spittin thug shit with a pop sound. They might have the radio locked down but appeal to girls in cars with tops down/ y'all need to knock it off if not now I'm askin when?
When will we stand up like men and restore hiphop to the gem/ it was back then- before the trends, all the jewelery and the Benz. If we make music for us not them our means will justify the end.

1/6 hippies

I fukcs with hippies not strictly just for the sticky or the other drugs they can get me or how quickly they'll split a fifty/
i'll say it simply i'm picky 'bout who my friends be but hippies are friendly especially when they're on E, not empty/
I know plenty and met em while playing frisbee sometime in my early twenties when I was happy being filthy/
it gets tricky they first surfaced in the sixties when kids traded in their dickies and moved to progressive cities/
it ain't all hairy armpits and titties and nitrous that gets you giddy and going for years puffin without combs like diddy/
it sounds shitty but I'd rather be Tom Ripley sailing a course to Corsica sittin pretty in Italy!

50+ btw. holler
  

1/5 ohh nein.

The double 0-9 started off fine, I stayed on my grind with rhyme on my mind/ chills up my spine when when the prez got his shine, a sign of the times learned that life's about the climb/ by the time we hit march I needed to blow some steam, so I linked up with the team in Vegas and ran the scene/in between nights came the birth of the seals, unless you were there you can't imagine how that feels/ for real, a deal's a deal shit went down at the vineyard, a better tale of friending and marriage never been heard/ summer started early, went off without a hitch, finished with a perfectly quiet family trip/ switched the mindframe headed straight to the schoolyear, few trips to the city copped the kids that fresh school gear/ birthdays Halloween thanksgiving on to Christmas, new years eve 2010 yo what is this?/ hope all are enjoying this first week - I'm lovin mine, 'bout fukcin time big things in dub and dime...

1/4 reflection

As I head in a new direction I take the time for some reflection, my life's been a collection of various lessons and transgressions/ but the question, remains is if its change that stays the same,I incessantly wait in vain but should I continue to play this game?/ a blazing flame, I have considered myself but lately I've grown bitter as hell. My notebooks they just sit on the shelf, and I ain't saying that to shit on myself/ I've given so much sometimes so little is left, frustration sets the pace. Accept the fate in my reflection's face it helps to set me straight/ our time has come yo let's be great, no excuses useless why's. No surrender no retreat plus i can sleep when i die...