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...