Back out the bed, back to crazy hours Back from the dead, Patrick Swayze powers Back from the dead like Kenny Powers Driving his dead friend's truck, hemi powered Pitching fire like Super Mario on the flowers Leaving bright lines behind like comet showers Still learning how to fly so for now I climb towers And glide down during the midnight hour Right now is clearly the main time that matters My past is in a cavern, my future is past Saturn My mind is like a labrynth, my music a gas lantern I'm a fan of the search so I'm glad that I lack answers In this wonderland where i'm mad as The Mad Hatter Getting crazy high like the timbre when glass shatters Rappers are in danger, thats word to Blastmaster And that's a verse bad ass as a Strataocaster Been down to hike since I found the right mountain type Bound to find peace of mind even if I'm out of mine Its not some kind of wild goose chase Its right there every time you choose grace Over nastiness, stubborn students of life's classes Get left behind or slide by with slight passes And teacher's pets turn into tight asses I'm trying to find a balance like that guy from Atmos Or the titan Atlas, yes I'm dramatic No call for help when I call myself psychopathic I'm just acting like a madman like Michael Madsen Without this outlet I really might go batshit This writing craft used right can act like a strap To tightly fasten your practical side and passion Mental fights are gruesome but vital for survival Until I bite the big one my smaller self's my rival

back on track, stepping onward in my black on black set of Converse got stacks on stacks... of artwork drawn black on blank with markers all different sizes of Sharpie rockin' the fine tip mostly I buy them where I get groceries but the posterboard is from the Dollar Tree two twenty-two by twenty-eight inch sheets for a buck, can't beat fifty cents a piece I cut them up into eleven by nine point three homies, thats less than a dime coin each time to commence, searching for the hi res online images that I like best download it to open in paint to crop around the composition that I aim to draw I begin with a mechanical pencil starting with the eyes if its an individual its better the sooner it starts to resemble them if it doesn't with the nose its essential then to reassess, erase and adjust until the thrill of success then the rest is downhill as far as the sketch goes, but bringing in ink might bring me to the brink, in need in of shrink but the danger's what makes it fun when one mistake could take me from step eight to one and thats when the deepest test happens when I have to practice forgiveness to repossess happiness no easy task but its not so bad when you enjoy the process with some passion thats the reason my best suggestion for the youngins is without question discover a craft worth its torment every path forth is turbulent find one thats more than worth the rent design how your time on earth is spent I'm patient with the pencil, precise with the pen prompt with the parcel, a prime discipline spending almost the whole time listening to podcasts, hip hop, and my intuition in this symphony of existence in which intentions are like different instruments for instance, if the composition calls for rhythm and you're on the winds then you went with the wrong decision when we're out of tune with our lives countless conundrums are soon to arise so when out of sync, its time to think how can I harmonize got more rhymes than Willie Mays had RBIs More rhymes than Arby's has curly fries more rhymes than Artie Lange's snorted lines More than spikes on the back of porcupines some are horrible but some are borderline paranormal like something Mork designed dare I say orca-like for the size, depth, force and likelihood to merc tonight No fork and knife, I eat beats by the megabyte  whether hifi or 8 bit like a Vega fight don't care who you are like Larry the Cable Guy that bar even scared me and I made the rhyme Chopperman is like Dr. Frankenstein I've created a monster that I can't confine its all the way live in the 785 busy and buzzing like a killer bee hive

Boot camp resumes today Let's go champ, let's do the thing Moderate the food and drink And lift weight through the pain to the gains The goal is clear and the way is plain The body follows when the brain is trained Its a waste of time to complain and place blame It can plague the mind and make everything you say lame Next thing you know you're surrounded by lamos That sit around and debate woes as they grow With some opponents the best way's go for the KO Stay on the ropes and they just may throw tomatoes 'They' being the crowd of thoughts in your head When thinking's not enough and you must fight instead 'Tomatoes' being shameful feelings of dread That stain closed minds until a coating is shed

hello again fellow human, how ya doin' dogs are barkin', cats meowin', cows are mooin' now we're talkin'! owls are hootin'! wolves howlin'! Nardwuar dootin'! figs newton, grahams crackin', pops tartin' Bas Rutten, Sam Jackson, Paul Barman darn tootin'! damn skippy! shit, lost it had juice but that quickly exhausted psych! I got this lit like high wattage caught this vibe and kept it my hostage probably best to hide the process like sausage the work / reward ratio's something like cross stitch I'm joshin', I just jotted this one morning and take number one oughta be this recording for the fun of it, I bake a sixteen quick hate it or love it, take it or leave it

Will trade art for merch Posters and extra large shirts are preferred Word word, a hat would be dope too Only problem with that is my dome's huge Once saw one labeled one size fits all Tried it on... God damn it yall Head so large its got its own moon Skull so enormous it inspired its own tune Noggin so big, neck lacks pigment Head like pig, neck like piglet They called me Cabeza Grande in the IHOP kitchen And I'm not kiddin' A cook threw a ball of butter in a food fight It stuck to the side and probably started some new life Panspermic, when I croak they should taxiderm it Put it next to the T Rex at the Smithsonian

Be the thing behind your thoughts Redefine the time you got Is it a little bit or more like a lot Is it infinite or more likely to stop Who knows? "Not I" said the Chop And so I improvise like rhymes from the top I hope you sympathize if you like it or not I used to feel like I was tied in a knot Couldn't get loose without barley and hops Soon to be swayze like Farley and pops Dark and cartoonish like Daria plots Now sharp as harpoons since the sharks need some shots We're up against an army of bots Designed to divide us, not on my watch They're hooked on the watts god forsakenly Animatrons like Charles Entertainment Cheese Art can save us and I'm no phony when I say this, save that for Ango Gobloggian My personal guidance will not go rogue again I'm forming an alliance like Joe Rogan and them The norm is compliance, the norm's McDonald's My humor is dry as Norm Macdonald's With more truth kernels than the corn the cob grows Verbal equivalent of a wolf in doggles

Nothing quite like a bike ride to rhyme write To get the mind right, making mine Myka 9 tight So they refine like a fine white wine might Or a red one, or maybe more of a red rum Rappers better run, I'm ruling like Rev Run Or just gassed up, still killing like Chevron This art form only works if you're headstrong A microcosm for life on earth you can bet on Yes yall, thicc boi flexing his lexicon Ripping all sections on this wicked song From the crack of dawn, back and on The drumstick's a magic wand slash baton Yeah I'm on some dumb shit just having fon Pronounced it like Biz Mark on album one Found a little spark but I guess I'm done I'm kidding son, I've only just begun Its the C the H the O the P the P the E the R-ah Making it hard for weak emcees to see tomorrah Like it oughta be cause its not ok To mumble when nothing's what you got to say To humble a numbskull is the funnest way To protect the world from a destructive brain One that lacks patience, respect and restraint And wrecks everything with neglect and disdain Taking a second to think is never a mistake Except for maybe when a quick predator is faced Once got ate up but I said a verse to make The beast regurgitate, it was a nearly perfect eight It went - my past is in a cave, my future's in outer space In the light of now my fears disappear without a trace N-O-W, that's the word Now is won not just when its spelled backward Practice presence til its mastered To soar free as the Ol' Dirty Bastard Reincarnated as a bird, Toucan Clan N-E-S-T-E-D man

its Chopper, back in my song mobile call it the Chop-O-Matic like Ron Popeil dinner tonight, taco meal breakfast tomorrow, breakfast burrito mexican food is the best in the world like black music, thats opinion but there's fact to it thank goodness for multiculturalism my indian boss if full of economical wisdom my native friend shows the pinnacle of resilience asian folks display the most mental discipline racist dopes make me go mental as Kinison claiming superiority when they're just simpletons imprisoned by fear resulting from ignorance its clear to see similarities dwarf our differences and how sick it is to see warfare as imminent we must attempt to talk some sense into the discriminant judge a person not by the tint of the skin they're in but content of character like Martin envisioned before an american psycho shot him and killed him but we can learn from burnt bridges how to better build them fear and hate turn life into a torture chamber its more like a free range for the forward thinker my inklings guide my ink pens I might seem pretentious or like I pretend I don't mean to preach or condescend I'm only trying to uplift and ascend I might look dumb but I'm doin' my dance I'm the only one who can ruin my chance I see it all the time how the ego quantifies comparing itself to everything in sight since as long as its lesser or greater in size it knows it exists so its staying alive

starting fresh as a bar of zest chopper's to rap as kevlar's to vest tougher material than all the rest providing blueprints like architects or i'm just a delusional narcissist pretending i'm some musical arsonist regardless i'm sparking this, more or less trying my best to launch lyrics toward the crest striving for perfection hopelessly diving for a giant squid in the open sea going deep with poetry, sowing seeds of potency like dispensaries growing trees in the states that aren't stuck in the mud like elmer fudd with their head stuck up in their butt ass hats run the show when the corrupt run amuck i'd laugh at them but yuck yuck turned to just yuck chopper's back to restart, drawing back the slingshot target is the beat's heart I read it like an ink blot scope it from the tree top and snipe it in the sweet spot slice it into meat cuts and season it with sea salt put it on the heat rocks and cook it til the grease pops slather it with beat sauce, devour it with green slop wash it down with yeast hops, walk to town to thrift shop and toss a round of disc golf, all to sounds of hip hop I should count my blessings and quit the bitchin' Cant stand the heat, then ditch the kitchen I believe everybody's got a niche position and the single guide is deep inside if you listen Discipline is tuition to the intuition Chopfucius drops bluish gems of wisdom If i didn't i'd be wasting good tribulations What a shame it would be if the pain didn't strengthen the brain that receives the signs of complications Spots the cause and plots a proper rehabilitation Lots of thoughts are wrong but logic puts them in their places And laughs its ass off at the look thats on their faces The mind's incredible but not infallible We have to legislate our own owner's manual Solving the puzzle granule by granule To tame the inner wolf like a cocker spaniel

Guess its time to juggle, exercising control Of the mind and muscles, minimizing fumbles In a tranquil struggle, a humble attempt to muffle The hustle and the bustle and the bumbling kerfuffles Rummaging the rubble of the dreams that crumbled Underneath the cyclonic load of money trouble Loans are modern shackles in the shark's box of tackle Things are bait to have you hooked like tobacco Chasing your tail in a Sisyphean battle Thinking fulfillment is something you can finagle Breaking the bank for a shiny new saddle Child to adult is a homicidal cycle Sorry I'm a psycho far beyond a slight hope Ornery drunken sideshow carny on a tight rope The rain is no joke, you may get so soaked You catch pneumonia but it makes the soul grow Same as the petunias and the produce No rain storms means no fruits So when it pours I say thanks for the oranges Thanks for the golden grains, they're gorgeous Thanks for teaching us how to sing from the core with an understanding of the change in our voices Can't implant soul, it has to grow natural Like plants in the soil nourished by withstanding cold

Getting this lit lickety split like the flick of a bic Cooking with heat like Mac Lethal flipping the bisquick Look at me in between mystic and complete dipshit Depending on the chemicals in my circulatory system Off the deep end is not a strong enough idiom For where my head has been from years of binge drinkin Beers and getting weeded with fears of eviction Since frequently its last minute that rent's sent I'm admittedly addicted to pushing limits Chasing storms for the adrenaline rush in the midst of it And serenity at the end, skin thickenin' Like a mexican living in a country of inuits Sick of being overly sensitive, the quick fixes Only suspend it, ultimately extending it Have to show the inner bitch that you're no friend of it Even if for no reason but your own benefit

Survived another double shift Feeling like a snuffleupagus Just a bit too cold to snuggle up with this Behold from a distance rhymes awesome as rhinoceroses Still de la soul like Posdnuos's Even when every win comes with lots of loses Rockin' the stupidest rhymes since Dr. Seuss's Please excuse me as I pop a few zits Doesn't take much to spark the fuse lit So the rockets shootin' like farfegnugen Vox bussin' like a Volkswagen More swag than a cro-magnon with a chrome magnum On some broken bat shit, call 'em Flow Jackson Broke and batshit crazy, no question On some boom bap shit, call it old fashion But my profession is artistic progression Man, no direction of hand-soul connection Can pull the essence down so its lessened Unless I'm wrong and this asshole's reflection Can slow the lessons of this grand old expression I concentrate on the verse And escape anxiety's awful curse Convincing us contentment is too far to reach When all you need is a minute to stop and breathe Pull oxygen deep and with exhalation Also release all expectations As long as solid logic is intact I'm lobbing slovenly thoughts into syntax The multi-syllabic rhymes represent that Hard to believe harmony thats right and its exact Like the distance between us and the sun And how the ecliptic moon lines up with it flush My pen grew wings, its flying through beats The bird's eye view makes finding jewels a breeze Truth gems, the kind of tools I need To remind the fool in me the smarter dude's the chief I have a side thats stupid and weak I try and try not to let him speak I'll pass it to the guru D.T. "Wherever you are is exactly where you need to be."