KRS-One - Money(Feat. MC Lyte)

Just a little introduction to the hip hop I usually chill to.

KRS-One, also known as The Teacha is a pioneer of hip hop and is considered by many hip hop artistes as the perfect embodiment of what an MC is supposed to be. His uplifting and conscious lyrics which address issues that plague the community today constantly remind us of what hip hop is truly about; how it came about. But sadly, nowadays hip hop like this do not get regular airplay, if at all, on radio stations. But that, my readers, is a story for another day. For now, this will do. The message is clear and easy to relate to, but whether we incorporate it into our daily lives, who knows?


Money - M-o-n-e-y
(Money!)
Money - M-o-n-e-y
(Money!)

[KRS-One]
M-o-n-e-y, what you need to just get by
Money, honey, ain't it funny?
Money, people wanna die
It seems without money, people cry, people will lie
You cannot deny, without money you can't apply
For anything that catches your eye, I wonder why
The root of all evil, let me teach you, now who am I?
The MC, teachin' my people "Don't live that lie"
You got to get money, but don't let money get you, guy

I can break it down like whatever you want
Whatever you spend your money on strong, yo that's what you flaunt
Spend your money on these honeys, yo if that's what you want
Spend your money on attorneys if you're goin' to court
If I look around your neck I can see what you bought
What, you think you get respect? No, you takin' a short
Yo, you need the money, of course, you need it to live
(Yo, what you put your money on, Kris?) Yo, right on my kids

[MC LYte]
M-o-n-e-y, don't ask why. It IS the root of all evil
Though very necessary to your livelihood
It's all good when you got enough
Til enough ain't enough and you hit upon rough times
You make your money and I'll make mine
(Yo, we need the...) (Money!)

[KRS-One]
Don't get me wrong, mistakin' this song
Like money is not important - yes, it is, just be strong
It's the reason for the thievin' and that war goin'on
It's the reason that you seein' all these girls in their thong
It's the reason that the radio's on
It's the reason that you believe if you gotta work from sun-up 'til dawn
It's the cravings that connect you to that money you makin'
Your desire is the fire got you feelin' you slavin'

(Free yourself!) Money doesn't make you the man
(Be yourself!) A man gets his money in grand

Ok, I'ma get this money, really, all day
But not to the point where Im goin' the wrong way
I'ma put my money down on rides and all that
Hook up the house so me and my spouse can fall back
Investing my knowledge way beyond college
Write books and fly hooks in my cottage

Cheese - Kris bling-blingin'? Yo, please!
Money is an energy that gets what I need
I can understand them cats that rap flossin' and frontin'
It's all good, they from the hood, never had nothin'
They just got they money and everything's sunny
Hear what I'm saying, they preyin', boy, and lookin for bunnies

[MC Lyte]
Did we floss what we bought
Forgetting that sharing is what we've been taught?
'Cause this here gettin' money is an individual sport
Money can get me in to the same place where years ago
My bros and sisters with black skin
Were confined to the back door and the kitchen

[KRS-One]
Last verse, where your cash purse
Reach into your wallet, nothin' alloted, that hurts
Breath stinkin' you're thinkin', but can't afford Certs
Need the dollar and baby hollerin' - no work
I don't know how you gonna get the dough
You could become educated, you could become a ho
You could do both, that's like puttin' butter on toast
The bread is the knowledge, butter is what gets you that close

[MC Lyte]
Money is funny - how a piece of paper can make or break your very existence
Quick as it come, quick as it go - you better know about the ebb and the flow
You get money in droves, trick it on cars and blow
Throw dollars at black queens 'cause, for the dough they'll strip their clothes
And for the right amount of money
A king will pimp his queen into being a ho on a stroll
Life will always be hard when you choose to make money your god

Random Thoughts

Just thought I should unload some random thoughts that have been irking me for more than a minute now.

I hate arguing with fools and yet I'm so disposed to engage them in an argument in hopes of enlightening them on certain issues. Well, I guess people like these just aren't capable of partaking in intellectual discussions.

In spite of the fact that I do feel lonely at times, I refuse to go in search of love and companionship. In other words, I am in a dilemma. So lets try to evaluate the pros and cons of getting a girlfriend.

Pros:

1. Companionship.
2. Sex.
3. Erm... nada.
4. Still nada.
5. ... I give up.
   

Cons:

1. Gaping holes in my wallet
2. Heartbreak.
3. Lovers' spats.
4. Twenty-two-hour days(pointless phone chat).
   
5. Loss of ability to rationalize.
6. Countless over-the-top chick flicks.
7. Loss of contact with friends.
   
8. The need to bathe more often(haha).
9. The need to dress smart.(I hate dressing up. If I could, I would fuckin go to college in my underpants)
   
10. Being flaunted to all her girl friends like a piece of jewelry or a new boob job.
    

As you see, the cons heavily outweigh the pros so my decision not to pursue love is a very logical one. Haha.

Moving on.

I'm constantly worrying about my future and what it will be like if I fail further my education in some western country(preferably Canada). I don't wanna resign myself to the mundane life of a working adult before having the chance to live life to the fullest.

I hate how the people I consider close to me mock and ridicule me for being different as opposed to those not so close to me yet support and accept me for who I am. Maybe I have my priorities all wrong.

Before I sign off, I wanna drop a quote that I find somewhat inspiring.
'And they will call me wise, even though I am not.' - Socrates

Peace.

Paper Heart

Something from last year. Not directed to anyone in particular. Just decided to try my hand at something emo.

Verse 1:
Amidst the melancholic melody, you can hear a tortured soul
A paper heart, crumpled up, torn and thrown
scribbled with messages of love, reasons to celebrate
and the three special words that would never fade
'I love you’ signified your sweet and vibrant self
And it will never cease despite heaven or hell
The abbreviation of all the emotions too hard to tell
To the depth of the skies and seas it would dwell
And resonate with the lyrics of every serenade
I’ve played for you at our secret spot by the lake
About no matter what, our love won’t ever change
And never separate even after the end of days
And when comes our time to leave for a better place
We’ll go with fingers intertwined, hands engaged
Once we approach the stations where divine sentries wait
We’ll go up and proclaim our love to them as we walkthrough heavens gates

Verse 2:
It’s 3 in the morning and I still ain’t sleeping yet
Reminiscing of all the dreams I had now ripped to shreds
Supposely endless words, crushed just like that
Along with the hopes that made me believe in us to death
Through the faintest of breath and the pain of regret
Trynna reassemble whatever pieces of my sanity’s left
But will it ever make sense and return to my passionate ways
Or will I stay lost forever, never to find my direction again
And I will traverse the earth just to search for the words
Use them to wipe my eyes dry which are flooding with tears
From trying to forget the serene pictures of your beautiful face
And fitting pieces of our bodies whenever we embrace
The drawing of you and me leaning on the hood of my car
While I marvel at your sparkling eyes when you look at the stars
Promises and dreams of my future, gone, all torn apart
Never again I will let anyone steal my paper heart

Something short and simple...

Hit centre page, nothing much, just call me Mr average
so chill I devour previous beef with a beverage
Never exaggerates, a clever sage looking for better ways
Hit my prime like Optimus, like Peter Pan I never age
Suspended animation, press pause watching animes
Ruler I'm checkin' straight, sparking intense debates
Fancy babes, like calenders I've that many dates
Only similarity shared is they always end in beds
Ain't no F-in way, the other 25 letters I am letting way
So quit all that procrastinating and fuckin' check my page

Raja Petra Kamarudin

No way I would go as far as claiming to be politically aware but I do try my best to keep abreast with the current events particularly the imminent overhaul of the government and the shifting political landscape. Well, we could partly attribute it to the emergence of dissident bloggers who are becoming increasingly vocal about how the government is run but the main reason such an uprise has occured is due to our fumbling and often sleeping PM's methods of dealing with misdeeds and injustices. But that of course, is a story for another day.

Raja Petra Kamarudin(RPK), hero to some, has been unjustly charged under the Sedition Act for alleging Najis' involvement was crucial in the murdering of Atlantuya Sharibuu. The contents of his posts 'Let’s send the Altantuya murderers to hell' was used as grounds to charge him claiming that what he is implying was utterly contemptuous and untrue. And according to RPK, there is evidence of Najis' implication in the still yet unsolved murder case.

Despite the fact that RPK's prosecution is for the crime of sedition, it doesn't take someone extraordinarily intelligent to read between the lines in order to figure out who is the culprit behind RPK's incarceration. It's clear Najis is starting to feel the heat as he is slowly but inevitably being pushed to the brink of being exposed by the somewhat expected yet unaverted circumstances. However, in this game of chess, he has erronously moved the wrong pieces into the wrong spots at the wrong time. Litigating RPK at civil court for slander was clearly off the table because he would definitely have a hard time arguing his case against RPK and he probably couldn't take such 'seditious' accusations sitting down. So he had to apprehend RPK under the Seditious Act. But his attempt to quell all suspicion of his involvement fell flat. Now, more and more people have seen through his facade and at the same time bred more insecurities and uncertainties amongst the UMNO MPs. This in turn would probably lead to more MPs jumping ship and onto the increasingly crowded Pakatan Rakyat boat, which is exactly what Anwar wants.

By the way, I am just talking outta my ass. Don't take it word for word.

Miscellaneous works...

Just felt like sharing several of my older pieces of work. Each separate work is indicated by the lines left empty.

the prize of death, i guess that means theres no tomorrow/
no hopes or sorrow, total emptiness, my soul is hollow/
am I going solo? equip my one man army with armors and swords/
pit against the darkness of lords which intends to harm us with force/
donned in harness of course, from scriptures of war I peel the page/
use it to wield the blade which is filled with rage and words to kill engraved/
must I embrace this will to hate? I'm too young and am still afraid/
so how am I to thrive on this field I'm placed where piercing steels engage/
but is this the thrill I crave, the desire concealed by this deathly veil of red/
or the wholesome meal I ate, damn... I still feel the taste/
maybe its the ammunition to reload the barrel of eternal malediction/
belonging to the hadean mailman whenever it delivers to hell its victims/

spit faster bullets than a gattling gun, after-effects felt years after/
Russian roulette and I'm having fun, blastin the sets stereo pierce bastards/
the awesome flow that I spit is a game of death that I play the best/
express all the caged-repressed rage and stress on every page I pen/
Imma take a stand, trade in all my dollars and attempt to be making sense/
lift the weighing guilt off my shoulders, exert full force till I break my hands/
and each face I met suddenly becomes just a blurry figure, distant memories/
is this only just temporary or am I on an untimely journey to see demon entities/

feminine or virile, display multiple personalities/
determines which way im gonna burn my enemies/
with flamethrowers of propane, the invisible flame/
either way cannot douse the fire of my invincible game/
could be chill as ice but still couldnt feel as nice/
as the high I get when i levitate and literally feel the sky/
or downing a glass which is overfilled with wine/
its just the way i was fucking built to rhyme/

engulf land and sea, fire blazing and devouring each man I see/
disintegrating hands and feet with bites from my scorching fangs and teeth/
not even immortals have a chance to live, let death be the inevitable option/
subtract life from the equation and blow to smitherins of epic proportions/
and angels and demons alike, the halos and horns, they hold no meaning/
blasphemy in my own blood streaming so deranged i got the whole world spinning/

take my word, I've been blazing jerks the past eighteen years/
dreadfully tasted fear, meaningless beefs and tons of wasted tears/
I've dropped like a million asses, leave you fuckin' minions breathless/
peel petals when my skill level continue to rise like helium gases/
insanity cuz' my ability is unattainable but ya'll can hope to try/
placing a cat in a dog pound is stupid like you faggots trynna hold the mic/

One of my works...

It's been a couple of years now since I started penning rhymes down seriously. I've filled empty pages with words only to crumple them into mini balls out of frustration and use them as my shot practice. Yet, there were times a finished page would shine brightly despite the lead-color words. There was something different about these resplendent works that put me at ease but at the same time double as a rather terrifying syringe that injected me with the zeal and exuberance to write somemore. Anyway, enough of the sentimental gibberish. I just wanted to post what I considered my finest work to date and maybe get some feed on it. It's entitled Walk on Water.

Walk on Water

Verse 1:
As I mediate between the stars and moon where darkness looms
I rouse and discover the self that I hardly knew
Shady clouds amble with uncertainty across the sky
and my thoughts continue to escape me like I've lost my mind
I've crossed the line the point of no return
crave the wine from the cup that a novice yearns
objectives of our lives become sparkle glitter and gold
to have our bank accounts achieve massive figures untold
as the vivid picture unfolds, the essence is explained
the tension in the game stems from contention for the fame
aspire to reach higher, stoke the fire of my desire
before the ire becomes too dire and difficult to decypher
hone my skills in seclusion elevate my swordsmanship
to take down the four horsemen and avert the apocalypse
and if this prolonged famine is fed with endless wars
death can never be conquered unless we walk through heavens doors

Chorus:
if I must sell my soul to the devil just to prosper
I guess I hafta reject whatever the world's got to offer
delve into the sea of pain and get lost in torture
but is it considered blasphemy if I walk on water

Verse 2:
As each moment flies, drenched in tears of golden skies
cold as ice, untouched virtues getting sodomised
my dormant soul ignites, no way true hope's suffice
when mortal obsessions becomes the only goal in life
time to oust to subvert to save those bound to suffer
when their cries get drowned in the deafening sounds of laughter
and if the ground is ruptured and all I see is crimson red
signify the departure of the valour as they drift away
to the world I say farewell, as it begins to pace itself
on paths lined with tainted blades as we make our way to hell
as our bodies turn to ash embedded in flaming hearses stacked
and carried off by hellish gales on the way to eternal death
and the stench of rotten flesh stifles the poignant zest
till all air of salvation is gone and theres no buoyance left
so i make a solemn pledge to never cease to keep the faith
before all hope bleeds away, I kneel down on my knees and pray

Chorus:
if I must sell my soul to the devil just to prosper
I guess I hafta reject whatever the world's got to offer
delve into the sea of pain and get lost in torture
but is it considered blasphemy if I walk on water

Verse 3:
a slave of passion and dreams, shoulders sprout heavenly wings
foreshadows the awakening of the resplendant talent within
a skin hardened by scars, beneath exists a spartanized heart
ardent and starves to find a place amidst the garden of stars
equipped myself with the aegis shield use it as the best defense
and brave through swarms of dementors to escape from azkaban
reminiscent to david but being pit against ten goliaths
as the maker of my destiny, I mould it with these hands of midas
and as I wield the excalibur sword, I feel an incredible force
engulfs me in its aura only to reveal an impeccable form
invade hades with my blade and behead the beast cerberus
and take my place at the Round Table on the siege perilous
possess the holy grail in my grasp, in it I pore my potion
that supplies me the prowess to ride sleipnir, the horse of odin
the game is a kingdom and i swore to defend the castle and throne
so I break free from this shakles that hold and off to battle I go

Chorus:
if I must sell my soul to the devil just to prosper
I guess I hafta reject whatever the world's got to offer
delve into the sea of pain and get lost in torture
but is it considered blasphemy if I walk on water