Lost Flows

What's good y'all, I know it's been a minute since I blessed a track on here. Here's a lil sumtin I cooked up to Black Milk's "Bounce" off the Tronic album. Peep it:

I get up on the beat and jus murda the track
Rhymin on the First 48, how real is that
Wanna search my backpack, for a so called weapon
All they found was a pen, pad, and large protection
Brought me in for questionin, now I feel sequestered in
Can't even see my loved ones, family and friends
I'm tryna get them ends, but they hinder my progress
Not from the projects, but I can throw wit the best
I see fake clearer than contacts sippin on Cognac
You step up in the cipher best be bringin ya hardhat
These ill flows, comin thru harder than dildos
Got extra long reach, Mike Tyson would kill fo
To touch you, Michaelangelo numbchuck you
Break you down like baseboards, split in two
Who's Who in America? I am me
Keep my tracks on repeat on ya mp3
I'm like a breath of fresh air, wit a glass of lemonade
Fluid-like flows complimentin my waves
I'm like a 09 renegade, grab ya brigade
I come in all ways, in hallways, all in one maze
Now you in a daze, I'm the latest craze to the babes
Gettin money to kill tracks, who says that crime don't pay?

Prune Juice...Let That Sh!t Go

What is justification of true feelings? Is always doing what you want? Is it always doing what others want? Is it from the "gut" or does it have concrete support. We live in a society of good vs. bad. So many times we try to be good, but in essence only the bad shows its ugly face....and we are reminded of it on a consistent basis. We can make long lists of the good in people, but it's so much easier to start with a bad list, which is usually shorter "somehow." Is it simply constructive criticism? Reminded of the bad things keeps up living in the past, so I wonder, does the present even really exist? Too many times we're told what we've done or did do, we forget what actually doing. Just a quickie off the brain.

M.N.

Traveling the 7 Seas

Let me take you on a funky ride
The ups and downs of our bodies collide
Morning dew from your juices
Leaving condensation on my pubics
Require slippery when wet signs
All around the room that's cubic
No rubik's
NO rubric
Could score our fantasy
As we float into ecstasy
It's just you...with me
I lick from your calf
To the back of your knee
You squirm plead, "Don't stop baby"
I grasp your backside and spread it apart
It's like a cave
As my tongue sails your seas like Noah's Ark
Your back is like the Oregon Trail
I leave kissprints on it
Creating the blueprint to your ograsms campus
Your neck is like a merry-go-round
I smell it slowly until your scent is permanently on my face
Then run my fingers through you hair
Just before I grab it and pull it back
You arch and I say, "Hark, I shall please thee
With the utmost urgency."
I'm in, you flinch, then grip my shaft with your wordplay
Today is the day
You came...I came...We came...Together

I'm so cooollldddd, I'm so cooollldddd

Why do we do that things we do? Is it for love? Money? Attention? Who knows. We put up with shit that we know we don't like, and at what cost? Many times I put myself out there, and I ask myself why? As a people, we thrive on the bad things (just look at the show Jackass). Too many times we tell someone what he/she is not doing/don't do anymore, when at times it could mean so much to let him/her know what he/she is doing. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated, but is there such thing as too much? I know that's off topic a little so back to my original topic. Too many times, a heart is worn on the sleeve only to be grasped by others and pumped at their beck and call. This is only grounds for destruction until it becomes hard and cold to the point in which it is unbreakable and able to withstand any pressure applied to it. Next thing you know, that chip on your shoulder has become a bag of Lays. Now that's food for thought.

M. Naranjo

Where am I?

I look into the eyes of the beholder
But I don't know what I'm looking for
I'm searching deep within
For a crutch in my time of need
But there is nothing but emptiness
No brain cells to help me think
Of a master plan to get out of this maze
The maze in which we are trying to find true self
But what is self wealth?
Is it measured in dollars, euros, pesos?
Who knows?
What I do know is that priceless is the goal
The beholder looks at me and see himself
He says, "You hold all the chips."
If this is true, why am I starving?
Malnurished in this thing called life
If you act like your scrapping the plate
Your only cheating yourself
Because life's food isn't never done cooking
Now look at that shit

Hard out Here

Peep a lil something I cooked up to 88 Keys feat. Kanye West's "Stay Up! (Viagra)".

The chick said, "Lets go, make good love."
I said, "Can you wait a minute? I'm still up in the tub."
Meanwhile, I'm just tryna get my penis erect
She screaming in the bedroom, "Oh baby, I'm wet."
I'm like damn, can I stay up for 2 minutes?
Just so I can say like Bennet, I been in it
I walk in, coming to her line of scrimmage
But before I hit the goal line, I already finished
I'm like damn, here we go at it again
I'm tryna get it up, but I feel it's gone in the wind
Back in days, I was the number one stunna
But then I got like Speedy Gonzalez and Roadrunner
I keep thinking, what is my problem?
All I need is one blue pill to resolve them
I'm like, "Oh yeah baby, I'm gonna come back"
Just give me 32 seconds, it's the Shaq Attack

Stay Up!

McFly Wonder

Hey all, I decided to go ahead and put the brain to pad again on a classic track. Check out 9th Wonder's "Whatever You Say" off of the Wonder Years album. Let the beat vibe as my lyrics just ride:

Hey love, how ya doin?
I see you bobbin ya head, oh yea you steady groovin'
You not movin'
You placid
Catchin' every word I say
Cause I know
That my flow is hotter than acid
I keep it in a beaker
Til I'm comin' thru ya speaker
I'm not a science teacher
But my mind's a lil deeper
I know ya gotta man, but ya labeled as a creeper
And all is lost wit the conjugation of our features
We like free particles, floatin' in space
Pressure's buildin' up, c'mon, lets blow this place
And be radical
Mixing mad science and mathematical
When I'm wit you, I put everything on a sabbatical
This shit is classical
And I'm spittin' for no doe
Folks get a day off, I'm workin' straight through a furlough
We gone be here a while, need a refill on ya Merlot?
To go wit ya Filet [Mignon], but now you say that's a no go
You claim you don't eat animals, why you got on a fur coat?
But I don't judge, just want you to hop in my rowboat
You talkin' bout yachts, but this is all I got
I'm still the same dude, whether king-size or a cot
I'm playin' the 2-spot, like Ray Allen
Drainin' 3's under palm trees on my own island
You was quick to judge, racial profilin'
Thinkin' I went from rags to riches all off freestylin'
I do this fun, got other means for cake
I look for new dwellings, expand in real estate
We could sip martinis
And sit in the seabreeze
It's all imaginable when lookin' out on the lake
And just vision....wishin'