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'

Bird Shit

I'm going to get right into this...can I just be me? Is there some sort of stipulations I'm supposed to live up according to other's standards. Who makes the rules? Would things be easier if I just fell back and didn't try to be an asset in everything I do? One of my favorite lines is, "Why do you think muhfuckas like to feed pigeons, but try to shoot eagles?" - Phonte of Little Brother. This is one of the realest phrases in LIFE!!! If you try to fall in place and be like everybody else, it's all gravy, but as soon has you to do you and step outside the box, people get real shifty. Do I have to be doing a certain thing at a certain time all the time? People watch like to watch you like a movie, the only problem is is that they always fall asleep before the ending comes. It won't make sense unless you stay up for the whole thing. So for all those who assume or try to "act like they know," maybe you should get your popcorn...this is going to be a double feature and the trilogy is yet to come. Holla.

Numero Uno

I could be your everything
Only if you let me
Rays of sunshine
I'm blinded when your in the vicinity
I want to crawl in your skin
Tingling in your toes
Make my way up
Now I'm passing your nose
Seeping into your brain
Mental stimulation
Massaging your grooves
Swimming in infatuation
I'm drowning in your love
No need to try and save me
I can stay here forever
Nibbling on my favorite pastry
Caught in the depths
Of your bottomless abyss
Yearning to hold you
Smell your scent, taste your kiss
I stroke your keys
And pluck your strings
Making sweet music
Your pitch I can't tame
I'm glad to be a part of you
Soaking you up like a sponge
No need to look around
You just might be...the one

Make a Way [I've got to get there]

The walls are closing in
Space is limited
Time is against us
Feelings are prohibited
But I wear mine on my sleeve
Risking it all
Not afraid to believe
That I'll be caught when I fall
Flat on my face
Yea, I've been there before
The gravel is gritty
Scraped my knee, got a sore
But war wounds are more
Than what I share with my sand dunes
It's a piece in life's travels
Peel the scab for a full view
The range of a nomad
Has endless possibilities
Come aboard my vessel
We'll embark on the 7 seas
Drown in our passion
For the search of a new wonder
But you haven't let your mind free
Afraid of going under
But why are you afraid?
The world has so much to offer
Get out of your comfort zone
And travel a bit further
Get that fun in the sun
The beach is always nice
But if you make your own sand
You'll always be in paradise
Isn't this nice?

Baby We Can Do It

Hey everyone, I have wrote anything in a while so here's a new piece. No real reason to it, just on vibing to Hi-Tek's "Baby We Can Do It" and let my hands do the rest.

You thought you knew me
But the smoke clogged your thoughts
You thought you could see me
But the bottom of your glass makes your view opaque
You thought you could hear me
But my voice drones out under the melody
You thought you could smell me
But you can't stand that it's allergy season
You thought you could touch me
But my cold shoulder is too chill to withstand
You thought we were inseparable
But then I left
You thought I thought I was the shit
But then I confided in you
You thought I could do it without
But then I showed you the requirements
You, Me, Us....Baby we can do it

McFly

As We Lay...

As you lay...
I walk in the room and see you
Curled in the bed like a fetus
Your head slightly protrudes from the covers
Just enough to see strands of your hair graze you silky skin

As you lay...
I want to wake you, but I refrain
Angels need rest too
Oh how I wish I were the cover and sheets
That sandwich you...what a meal you are

As you lay...
I hear your soft breaths as they fill the air with freshness
[Sniff air] Oh how sweet those lips must be
A treat that only your lip gloss can achieve...at this point
You shuffle and whisper, "Come"

As you lay...
I lay with you
Wrapping my arms around you in efforts to be one with you
Lets paint this room red as our hearts leak into one another
Producing the perfect coat

As we lay...
Stroke after stroke of the perfect coat is flawless as it sets in
Lets sleep in through the next morning as if time is irrelevant
As the paint still dries
We get high...off love, life, and catch a contact from each other

As we lay

McFly the Dude

Greetings and salutations earthlings...as I come down from the stratosphere bumping Devin the Dude's "Who's That Man Mama" I decided to grace y'all with a little Devin flow of my own. Check out the beat and repeat...

You asking me to clean up my act
Cause it's a fact
I'm known to fuck bitches, smoke green, and sip Jack
I go from city to city
Showing no pity
Wreck shop on big broads on down to itty bitties
Titty committees that is...I'll take a bow
Then whip my dick out and set it right on her brow
So she can see when I'm coming
To her neck of the woods
Careful on what leaves to touch
Poison Ivy s'not good
All I hear is, "McFly, could you come in me please?"
I say, "Bitch get on yo knees, or I'm grabbing my keys"
She starts to go to work at it
After shouting my name
Making hoes get strange for change
Call me Jang-a-lang
Now back to the whip, no more action inside
I only fuck with fresh apples, her's is like cherry pie
I'm not dipping or tripping when it comes to this pimping
I'm just looking for a bitch, while I'm smoking and sipping

Number Crunching

you + me = ecstacy
and the division of us is impossible
as if zero was the denominator
the multiplication of our bodies
couldn't explain the exponential growth
that we have
when locked in a room with nothing but...
whip cream, rose petals, handcuffs, and a thirst for sex
your ass is like a bell-shaped curve
as you lay on the bed chest down
waiting for my normal distribution all across your x-axis
as i lick the back of your thighs
your back becomes arched like a parabola
as if u could reach and touch ur own toes
the infinite possibilities marks our sexcapades
just as my tongue does when it form figure 8's around ur breasts
oh let me count the ways
the ways to please you
stepping outside the parentheses
not caring if we add or multiply our bodies first
as long as my nature isn't subtracted from your equation
24 x 365 = 8,760
the number of hours i could spend trying to solve your problem
(add an extra 24 if it's a leap year)
your sine laid atop my cosine means constant tangebility
now all that's left is to calculate the orgasms...

Laguna

Not only do I fiend for your taste

I look forward to your scent which makes my salivary glands moist

Oooooh....your like an M&M how you melt in my mouth

And not in my hand

I graze your cutaneous land

In search of your strawberry patch

Oh what a match we are

As you palm fuses with mine

Your supple breasts are like hershey kisses

And juices are like wine....better with time

Oh how I'm engulfed in your vaginal hurricane

Which ends with light winds against my mane

My natural lion, you can't tame

Only attempt to contain as I ordain....you

The recipient of the butcher's meat

None other can compete

As I send chills from your earlobes down to your feet

Maybe next week

We'll have a retreat

To discuss the astonishing feat

We achieved on the beach..........that night

Love Ventricular Tachycardia

What's making love
When we could be in love
Holding your hand
While strolling the endless land
That is only known to us
I want to be with you...better yet
I want you to be a part of me
My natural pacemaker (oh)
My heart just skipped a beat
Flutters and fibrillation
Unstoppable palpitations
Can only be suppressed
When I've reached your destination
Now that's mental stimulation
But what about the physical
Nah, I'm more for spiritual
Cause if our souls collide
The orgasm would leave us in critical...condition that is
Now only if I could silence your adlibs
You wouldn't have to worry about your sister next door
All up in our biz
But some things are uncontrollable
Like love at first sight
Or even ecstasy at first touch
The strokes from my pen leave the paper wet
But my tongue could do just that much...more

True Love

If you want to understand my love for music, simply read this while you listen to the music. Maybe one day you'll understand. Enjoy...

Hi-Tek feat. J Dilla, Marsha Ambrosius, Common, Nas, Common - "Music for Life"

[NEXT MESSAGE]

[Message #1: J Dilla]
Yo, I don't know where to start
Uh, check it out, music is - my total existence, dawg, straight up
Everything with my life revolves around music
It's like... you can't get a relationship with..
I'm still with.. my first love which is music
You'know'what'I'm'sayin'?, fo'real
The reason I'm here is.. is J Dilla, just like that, peace

[END OF MESSAGE]
[PRE-SAVED, NEXT MESSAGE]

[Verse One: Nas]
Yea, yea
It started with rhythms I heard listenin' to the wall
The bouncin' of basketballs on playgrounds and all
The empty bottles that's hollow, wind blowin' inside 'em
The flow and the rhymin' got my alignment to a Science
Mixin' with my moms in the kitchen, them spoons rattlin'
Pots and pans, faucet water pourin', tunes managin'
To come from all the fussin' and ramblin'
What I noticed was -- pure music, untampered with
By things show biz does; older thugs showed us stuff
Like how to hold a plug, juice from the street light
It almost could have blowed us up
Crates of records, great sessions had the whole hood jammin'
Large speakers, fresh made, smell the wood sandin'
Father did his blues smooth, legendary jazz man
Saw his wife secondary to his true passion
Started with my crew rappin', new jacks in '82
Never looked back, now look what it changed me to.. music

[Chorus #1: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry]
We gotta believe the future
We gotta believe the past
We gotta believe in more
Didn't know that we had it
We gotta believe each other
We gotta open up our minds
'Cause music is for life.. for life

[NEXT MESSAGE]

[Verse Two: Hi-Tek]
Uh, what's the difference between me and you?
It's that I'm real kind show, this rap shit, I'd really do it
My whole life man is really music
Through my bass line, I'm livin' through it
Another expression of life, I couldn't live without it
I like my music pure, not watered down
DAMN!, it felt good to fulfill the dreams of gettin' out the hood
Kept me busy, gave me a chance to stop sellin' drugs
Spinnin' time in the basement kept me from actin' up
Zonin' out, wishin' Dre. could check it out
I'm here now, I can't believe it, Proof in the puddin'
Everything happened for a reason
Through this music I'm able to feed the family
When I'm stressed out, it's my insanity
It's a life style, all in the streets and in Hollywood
Music in my DNA, it's my livelihood.. music

[Chorus #2: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry]
We gotta believe the children
We gotta believe in hope
We gotta believe in more
Didn't know that we'd know
See we gotta believe each other
We gotta open up our minds
'Cause music is for life.. for life

[NEXT MESSAGE]

[Verse Three: Common]
Keep the music alive
The good and the strong survive
I closed my eyes and imagined I was 'Jackson Five'
Randy and Michael goin' through life cycle
Music alive leader, let life go
So vital to a youngster, comin' up amongst street hustlers
The big be the toucher's, since such a special place
Givin' the ghetto a taste of what freedom is like
I reached a point in my life where I was needin' the mic
No second guessin', self-expression in lessons learned
Aggression, became sessions where sessions burned
Put my soul into it, 'naw my feet is firm
And the game, where name is hard to earn
And hot cat's career gets scared and burn
Through the years, mine took a Godly turn
This is the story of my life here trapped in a verse
No matter the money or the movies, music is first, yea..

[Chorus #1: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry]

[Chorus #2: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry]

[NEXT MESSAGE]

[Message #2: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo, Hi-Tek whattup?, you know who this is
It's your boy Busta Bus down, Flip Mode Squad, aiight
Now, you know, this is serious thing behind the music that we're doing
It's like.. music, for me man, it mean, it means everything, feel me
You know when we going through, our personal stripes in life
You'know'what'I'm'sayin', we get up in that studio
close that door, lock ourselves in, that little four-wall space man
Get in the vocal booth and become whoever you wanna be
Express whatever you wanna feel, you'know'what'I'mean?
When you going through your most frustrating time in life
You'know'what'I'm'sayin', you can realize that..
When you can't find nobody else to speak to
You can speak through the music
Help other people feel your pain, your struggle, your passion
You'know, what you live and die for, your values in life
You'know'what'I'mean?, music man
Is the voice of every being in the Universe
What God had provided for us to communicate, when all else fails
It's what allows us to be able to connect
With touching our hearts & the soul of the streets

[FIRST SKIPPED MESSAGE]

[Message #3: J Dilla]
Yo, I'ma Rosemont legend nigga, I'ma felony nigga
Keep rollin' the motha'fuckers in my nigga
Like the bait, they..they.. hopin' on it
When the bait go in nigga, they can't playa hate on it
I'm comin' back niggaz, stronger than ever
Watch this nigga, bony bones, clever if ever
Playa hater, can't motha'fucker, fuck with this
My baby momma even talk about my shit, haha
I'm hotter than hot, hotter, what?, tell 'em boo
(Hang up the damn phone), yea, I'm on, alright
Bony bones in the house, nigga

Acceptance

There was a time in my life when I wasn't accepting of a lot of things, but oh how times have changed. My eyes were stuck in tunnel vision only to be blinded by light at this point now in my life. I feel better, breathe better, think clearer, and have an overall sense of worth for my personal growth. Everything and every person that comes in your life is a blessing no matter how you take it. It may not always be something you like and it may not always be attainable again, but regardless, it molds you into who you are. From the slow pace of Tampa to the rat race in DC...I am me. From the Ghetto Dope days to The Shining's ways...I am me. From constantly surrounded by box Chevies on 26's to the endless numbers of Range Rovers...I am me. There's not enough ink in the world to dip my feathered pen in to share my thoughts. I'm the first to admit I am not perfect, but I love being perfectly unperfect.

M.N.

Menage a trois [Me, You, & Dilla]

[Common feat. D'Angelo "Geto Heaven Pt. 2" from Like Water for Chocolate Instrumetal]

I write.....better yet I listen

To the acoustics, I'm vibin' with premonitions

As I'm surfin' on my brain waves, wait a minute

I'm soakin' niggas, here's a towel....now let me finish

Back to the track, I remember back in the gap

When niggas stayed with jersey and a baseball cap

I'm jus reminiscin', back when folks was bout dissin'

No fights in dirty dozens, just mommas and cousins

It ain't about who you wasn't, it's who you are

Being true to yourself, knowing that your the star

I grab the mic and cold crush

My opponents in dust

And if we hit the plush baby, then you know it's a must

That....I......get to know you better

Wit conversations on the couch lead to sweat on the leather

I got a personal vendetta to be a better man

Never on my own I leave up in God's hands

My supreme provider, making me a soul survivor

Everytime you press play, the music creep up inside ya

And....just....let your mind go free

Not even telephone lines could send this message for me

I'm just sharing my thoughts, to all who wanna know

Communication is fertilization for our seeds to grow

No Jack and the Beanstalk just to get to the top

We'll create our own steps, to the clouds we'll walk

And just.....talk

Rap about trials and tribulations

Train cars form the beat at the subway station

As I get in, I pull out my paper and pen

Wish I could see my own eyes looking in the horizon

Thinking......

McFly

Producing Pills

For those who know me, know music is a part of me. One of my closets friends actually refers to it as his "second heart." I know you all are wondering where this is coming from; moreover, I was talking with some friends a couple days ago about composing, DJing, etc. Now don't get me wrong, I love sampling and what artist can do with it, but actually seeing where songs come from is amazing. Then today, a good friend since middle school hit me with some links that I've somehow overlooked. They are under musical prodigy Ryan Leslie's YouTube channel. He displays work and mastermind that goes behind his works leaving you simply speechless. From the use of bongos to a plastic cup with some change in it, dude is as he says, "They can't place me in a box." Watching the composition from start to finish (including singing) was more than a sight to see, it was a message to all that, do what you feel and comes natural. Just go in there (whatever "there" is to you) and simply make music. Whether it's in a literal sense or figuratively. If there was one thing in the world I wish I could do is compose music. But instead I compose in medicinal knowledge. The music I can and will make with your heartbeat, the clicking of prescription bottles, the swishing from mixing compounds, the beep from your EKG, and the list goes on will be my beat machine in which I produce countless hits of life preservation. People that know me know that I know words to songs like they were Bible scriptures, I take that into my future profession. But the key is is that I don't just memorize lyrics, I get into the beat as if I were that producer or rapper or singer or lead vocalist and recite it as if it flow liked I was freestyling. I look for what that song means to me whether it's just a good time or world issues and take that into account when I study for pharmacy. I may not get a shitload of A's, but I garuntee sweet music as you leave my area of work, whether it be retail, institutional, or a simple phone call. Peace.

McFly

Jack Daniel

This past Friday was great in that I had an intellectual cipher with my homeboys. Not on some ole politics world news type shit, but rather on just life. One of my close friends (and one of the realist niggas on here) and I stopped at his brother's crib before a hip-hop event. Another one of our close friends came as well. In walking into dude's spot it was nice, but the thing that caught my eye most was his mural of Miles Davis on his wall in the common room. Not only was it a great piece of work, but his reason for it was phenomenal. When ask how he did it, why certain colors, etc., he simply said, "I just went wit what I felt." Dude sketched it free hand then started going to work. The conversion flooded into different things such as: being greatful for the little things, going with your heart, and simply being yourself to name a few. Granted all of use are in our early to mid 20's, but it was as if we've lived full lives, but still more life to live. I've done a lot of things in my day, some good and some bad, but I don't regret a thing. Life's lessons are what keep us going and having great folks in our lives to either share those times or helps realized things we may not have makes it that much better. I couldn't ask for a better life and all God's blessings that he has bestowed upon on me. I've been known to be a passionate person which tends to get me in trouble (i.e. speaking my mind), but at the end of the day I'm still me. You can like me or not, but regardless, you have to respect me. Can't wait to see what tomorrow has in store...

Pardon The Interruption: McFly Style

Why is ignorance bliss? I feel it's simply a cop out of responsibility leading to what your grandmother would simply call a "shiftless negro." This is a touchy subject because ignorance, in my opinion, is subject to interpretation. Sometimes people really don't know something and other times you think to yourself, "Are you f*cking kidding me?!" In my journey through high school, undergraduate studies, and professional school, I have met my fair share of dumbass muthaf*ckers (What scares me most is that like recognizes like, so does that mean I'm ignorant?.........back to reality --> HELL NO!). I serving many leadership positions as well as just kicking back to observe my realm, I have witnessed events that are flat out "foolishness" (one of my favorite words by the way). I thought that show 'Are you smarter than a 5th grader' was ridiculous when it first came out. However, after several experiences of idiocracy, I have come to realize that some people are NOT smarter than a 5th grader. I've been subjected to events so bad I wonder if a person could even function on his/her own. Families are constantly putting their parents in elderly homes, I think it's about time we make homes for the "commonsensily challanged" (I know you like that mcflyism I just used). I don't know how many brain cells it takes to scratch your own a$$, but some folks can't even get past scratching their own head in bewilderment to even make it down south (if you didn't understand that last statement then I'm referring to you). It's time for folks to be accountable for their actions whether it's consequential or prior to something. Simple things as "reading" and "listening" are being taken for granted. There are people in the world who can't achieve this such as in third world countries and I do not blame them. I'm talking about those folks who got the good ole FREE education that works to your benefit if you allow it too. You can't expect something to be handed over to you. I'm a firm believer in that if the door is cracked, then open that b!tch. Now I'm not telling you to go and read every book in the world or enroll in your nearest community college, university, etc. I'm simply stating that use the basic God given talent that you have in making sound and rational decisions in your life.

Judicial Branch

It's getting late in my realm as I think about random thoughts as usual and I thought to myself it was time to share something new with y'all since I haven't in a couple days.

As I reflect on my past, present, and future
I focus on passing up the present to indulge in the future
Planting my seed into life's soil
Only to be reincarnated as myself in this present time
I wouldn't change a thing
From my younger aspirations of the bling bling
Along with making some ching ching
To now only hoping to live up to His plan which has become my dream
I've been labeled many things
All dealing with being a ho from women to brand names
But if your focusing that hard I must be doing something right
I mean I did get your attention, right?
I'm an outkast receiving backlash
But no speakerboxxx to share my pink and blues
So instead I write to you
In efforts to touch your mind, body, and soul
With a goal in hindering your perpetuation of stereotypes
Yes I pledged
But the blood, sweat, and tears surpass the years of criticism from none other than my #1 fan
YOU
Yes I love chicken more than George himself
But does that make me out to be a coon in itself?
Yes I love women and everything about them
But does that make me a player because you always see me talking to one?
Maybe I'm just a firm believer in that every chick I meet along the way is simply getting me ready for my future wife
Yes I wild out like a loose cannon
But does that make me less of a professional when business is at hand?
Everyone has flare and shine
But if everyone wasn't so engulfed in hating on everyone else's
Maybe he/she would notice his/her own
Making us all stars shining brighter in the galaxy of progress
Eliminating the reces-sion

M. Naranjo

Gran Torino

I know I'm late, but I just peeped this movie out at the crib and it is clearly one of my favorite movies of all time. Clint Eastwood portrays himself as a retired military, old, and bitter man living in Michigan surrounded by oriental decent community in which he refers to constantly as racial slurs. This movie is one of the realist out and ever made and teaches lessons in racism, violence, family, friends, and personal growth. I don't even think words can truly express how great this movie is; therefore, YOU MUST SEE IT!!! "Wally" as his neighbor refers to him as is a great depiction of how McFly Naranjo acts minus the racism. Let me know what you think...

Who killed the sitcom?

Do you ever wonder what happened to the good sitcoms? I was channel surfing on my comcast surf board and stumbled upon...well...nothing. If it isn't Law & Order, ESPN, Food Network, Top Chef, or House, I don't really find myself watching it. I indulge in Fringe from time to time if I catch it, but not too much else. But, none of those are sitcoms. I'm talking about the Martins, Fresh Prince of Bel-Airs, and Cosby Shows. Remember when Nickelodeon had "SNICK" with shows like All That, Are You Afraid of the Dark (even though not really a sitcom), and lets not forget Salute Your Shorts and Hey Dude. Even further back what about Welcome Back Kotter, Mork and Mindy, and Three's Company? Charles in Charge, What's Happening, A Different World? Full House, Step By Step, Family Matters? Ahhh yes, the good old days when TGIF wasn't only related to a restaurant. Nowadays, we're subject to the likes of House of Pain and well nothing else really and that show is terrible. Can someone please tell me who killed the sitcom?

Click Thicka Than Peanut Butter

Today I realized how good of friends I have always had as well as received along my life journey. Even the littlest thing can mean a lot to a person. I know I tend to be an asshole at times, but all my true friends know me and see past that and I got nothing but love for all y'all. This a little something dedicated to y'all:

Real friendship can be described as phenomenal
Similar to drinking alcoholic beverages in weather that's tropical
It's unstoppable
Like a train traveling at top speed
I bob and weave
Knocking out posers for my OG's
But I'ma southpaw
My style is unorthodox
Only my true homies understand
Some have been since the sandbox
If I'm down, they down
If I'm up, they up
I'd have to throw in some coffee for all the others to man up [side note: shout out to Devin the Dude]
They say keep your friends close
And enemies even closer
But my dawgs' weddings
Are the only ones I'd give a toast for
It's all kosher
When you got a strong home team
Niggas stickin' together
Don't even try to rip the seam

Naranjo

SWAGGERFEST 2009

Weelllllllllccccoooooooooo

ommmmmmeeeeee ladiiiiiieeeessss and gentllllllleeeemmeeennnn!!!
I'm your host, Skip Jenkins, of this year's annual SWAGGERFEST!!!!
In today's bout we have the heavy wait champion Mcfly Naranjo versus the #1 contender Steven "Swaggerific" Simms. Let the swag-off begin:

McFly: "I once sold swag to Napoleon Dynamite."

Swaggerifc: "My swag is so thick, you'd think Deelishis was standing right next to me."

McFly: "Ralpha Lauren is my 1/2 brother."

(Skip Jenkins: "OOOOOOOHHH SHIT!!! He went for the kidney on that one.")

Swaggerific: "Are you my son?!?!"

McFly: "Swag is on a hundred thousand trillion."

Swaggerific: "Nigga! That's $5,000 Alpaca nigga...blot dat shit!"

(Skip Jenkins: "Great reference coming from the contender. He studied his Swagology")

McFly: "Where do you think they got swag gene from for stem cell research and cloning?"

(Skip: "AND DOWN GOES FRAZIER!!! DOWN GOES FRAZIER!!! AND THAT'S IT!!! IT'S OVER, IT'S OVER!!! McFly REMAINS THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOORRRLLLDDDD!!!)

A.D.I.D.A.S.

Another piece:

I lay down from a long day
Catching up on some sleep
Within minutes
I'm in a deep trance
I Slowly unbutton your pants
Your frame as my smorgasbord
Who needs counting sheep?
Delicious cakes and buns
Covered in your chocolate skin
My tongue is within
Tasting your peach
While juices drip down to my chin
I caress your peaks
And lick your valleys
No number could tally
The seconds, minutes, hours and days
I could spend in your maze
You cringe and squirm
Your threshold is reached
Orgasmic seizures arise
Your heart skips beats
One... two...your experiencing three-peats
Your sandwich has sauce
Maybe I'll add some meat
I slide in your dwellings
Making it my permanent residence
Hanging pictures of my shaft
On your walls is my craft
Now I know you feeling my presence
Sexual innuendos
Flying out the window
Your moans in crescendo
Janet's "Would You Mind" is the tempo
Dehydration sets in
From the sweat on our skin
The only rescue is from the saliva within
Our mouths that is
As we share sensual kisses
Post pleasure is great
Now it's time to reminisce

McFly

Topsy Turvy

Here a lil piece of what I call a hobby:

I could easily woo you
Soothe you in any way imaginable
Instead I'll keep it intangible
And glimpse into you eyes

Oh those eyes
Taking me on a spiritual roller coaster
Through the ups and downs of your soul
Guiding me to your heart
Allowing me to truly indulge in every aspect that is you

I get off the ride
Still semi-paralyzed
But conscious enough to see the slippery when wet sign
I head for the exit
But you pull me back in for another ride

This time I'm in the front row

I notice the safety belts removed
Causing me to be tossed around like a rag doll
Within your ride

Pink skies and heavy rain is the forecast
DAMN! I forgot my umbrella
Well, rain down on me since you are a sista with a voice
And I'm listening all the way

That ain't your job...

In going through my Lupe Fiasco rolodex, I stumbled upon one of my favorite cuts off of Food & Liquor entitled "He Say She Say." I would like for you to please listen to the track and listen carefully to the song. There are so many fathers not stepping up to the plate while mothers are hitting grand slams. This is too all the mothers out there doing their thing solo on the home front. May you pray up to God and blessings will come down......M. Naranjo.

P.S. Shout out to all the fathers that are doing their thing and raising their kids.

[Chorus]
I can't, I won't, I can't, I won't
Let you leave
I don't know what you want
You want more from me?

[Verse 1]
She said to him, "I want you to be a father
He's your little boy and you don't even bother
Like "brother" without the R, and he's starting to harbor
Cool and food for thought, but for you he's a starver
Starting to use red markers on his work
His teacher say they know he's much smarter, but he's hurt
Use to hand his homework in first
Like he was the classroom starter
Burst to tears, let them know she see us
Now he's fighting in class
Got a note last week that say he might not pass
Ask me if his daddy was sick of us
Cause you ain't never pick him up
You see what his problem is?
He don't know where his poppa is
No positive male role model
To play football and build railroad models
It's making a hole you've been digging it
Cause you ain't been kicking it
Since he was old enough to hold bottles
Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that
He don't deserve to get used to that
Now I ain't asking you for money or to come back to me
Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard
Just breaks my heart
When I try to provide
And he say 'Mommy that ain't your job'
To be a man, I try to make him understand
That I'm his number one fan
But its like he born from the stands
You know the world is out to get him
So why don't you give him a chance?"

[Chorus]
I can't, I won't, I can't, I won't
Let you leave
I don't know what you want
You want more from me?

[Verse 2]
So he said to him
"I want you to be a father
I'm your little boy and you don't even bother
Like "brother" without the R, hnd I'm starting to harbor
Cool on food for thought, but for you I'm a starver
Starting to use red markers on my work
My teacher say they know I'm much smarter, but I'm hurt
I use to hand my homework in first
Like I was the classroom starter
Burst to tears, let them know he see us
Now I'm fighting in class
Got a note last week that say I might not pass
Kids ask me if my daddy is sick of us
Cause you ain't never pick me up
You see what my problem is?
That I don't know where my poppa is
No positive male role model
To play football and build railroad models
It's making a hole you've been digging it
Cause you ain't been kicking it
Since I was old enough to hold bottles
Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that
I don't deserve to get used to that
Now I ain't asking you for money or to come back to me
Some days it ain't sunny but it ain't so hard
Just breaks my heart, when my momma try to provide
And I tell her 'That ain't your job'
To be a man, she try to make me understand
That she my number one fan
But its like you born from the stands
You know the world is out to get me
Why don't you give me a chance?"

[Chorus]
I can't, I won't, I can't, I won't
Let you leave
I don't know what you want
You want more from me?

U R The Prototype

In listening and watching Andre 3 Stacks video "Prototype" it made me think, what really makes someone "the prototype?" Even though he can be a pathological lier at times, I called up my homie Wiki and asked, "What is a prototype?" Here is how the convo went down:

McFly: (Calling Wiki)

Wiki: (Ring Ring) (Ring Ring)............(side note, you have to let it ring twice so you know the person is calling for you for those who don't know)...............Hello?

McFly: What it do Wiki? This McFly.

Wiki: Hey man, what's up?

McFly: Nada, just continuing to be the fliest human being I can be. Anyways, I have a serious question.

Wiki: Go head.

McFly: What is a "prototype?"

Wiki: A prototype is "an original type, form, or instance of something serving as a typical example, basis, or standard for other things of the same category."

McFly: Wow, all that huh? But what exactly makes something a typical example or standard? Say for instance a women or man? Is it his package size? Is it the way she walks like she got good pu$$y? Or maybe it's the person's intelligence? Who sets the standards? Just because I like the way a girl breathes when she sleeps or has that phenomenal proactive baby smooth skin, doesn't mean the next guy does. I don't feel that I a prototype because I have flaws, but I flaunt my flaws in a demeanor to not be seen as flaws, simply unique. In addition, doesn't everyone have flaws? Maybe I like that lazy eye that's constantly covered by a piece of hair, that one foot that's a half size bigger than the other, the smell of unbrushed teeth when she first wakes up....I like all these because I like that she is comfortable around me. She is my prototype because she is flawed. So does this fit your definition?

Wiki: Honestly man, I just put shit up that folks want me to regardless if it's accurate or not. Don't shoot the messager.

Mcfly: I guess you right man. I'll probably be hitting you up atleast once an hour still so it's all good. Holla.

Wiki: Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease!

A sane journey through insanity

This is not your ordinary note, it's more of a realization since my penmanship is far from ordinary. Anyways, too many times we approach extraordinary situations ordinarily. What is extraordinary though? Is it like Leroy's glow in "The Last Dragon", or is it eclectic, eccentric, or downright insane? We live our lives in the norm with efforts to be that abnormal being that everyone thrives to be (i.e. actors/actress, athletes, etc.) making abnormal not so bad. So now, is extraordinary considered abnormal? If it isn't, what makes it not? If it is, why do we strive to be as far away from abnormal as possible all the time? One may think that if someone is abnormal, he or she could be considered insane. But let's think about this, if we are normal, ordinary people who strive to be in that extraordinary class of the abnormal elite, are we simply sane beings determined to be driven insane?

Yours truly,
McFly

P.S. Maybe since being insane really isn't so bad, it must explain why so many criminals plead insanity. I mean shit, they just want to be a celebrity too....just like the rest of us.

Welcome to my World

For all of you who know me, my name is Eric Patrick; however, my creative counter part tends to take over at time and that is none other than (drumroll).....McFly Naranjo!

Ok...ok...ok...now I know a whole lot of you are wondering, who in the hell is McFly Naranjo and where the hell did he come from? Mr. Naranjo is simply an intangible being who says what he feels and could give 2 rats' a$$ what you think of him. He's a g.o.o.d. dude (thanks yeezy for the acronym) meaning that he's all about getting out our dreams. Yes, I did not stu-stu-stu-stutter...I said OUR dreams. There is some McFly in all of us. That portion that wants to tell that girl her hair ain't done, that portion that wants to take a sh!t at YOUR house, that person that wants change whether it's 86 cents or or bringing home of US troops. Sharing of ideas and discussion fuels the mind and stimulates individuals to actually think about things, but not care about sharing his or her thoughts. Do you have some McFly in you?