SP World 2

by Chopperman

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released 05 September 2013

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Track Name: Soul Fire (prod. by Chief Bob)
trying to stay in the same mind frame
might make thoughts migrate into a migraine
most everything will always change
change is the main thing that stays the same
be real or go insane in the brain
rhymes universal, no shame in my game
some show hate i throw flames at those lames
i make them go away so the angels stay
soul fire can be contagious
soul fire can't be extinguished
go higher than everest with this
close your eyes and you'll get the gist
the vibe is cooked to a crisp
seasoned with the seasonal nuggets
of truth, word to that, word to this
i didn't stop caring, i just started caring less
that was said in gest, i care more all the time
when i'm not pretending that all is fine
i worked hard all day
i won't let the rain wash this smile away
i still smile when the sky is grey
even when its been that way for days
even when its been that way for months
seeking my needs as i wait for wants
Track Name: Wiztard (prod. by Eureka)
when you rock hard and you work hard
and you rock lard, you hurt triple hard
its chops the wiztard, half stupid, half smart
having a blast doin some half-ass art
i don't give a rat's ass about a pop chart
most of that trash hasn't got heart
that junk stinks worse than a hot fart
if i was given every CD at Walmart
i'd take 'em to the lake and toss 'em in a bonfire
and sing real songs as the flames got higher
okay, that may have been a bit harsh
SPs for Spark Plugs, we're takin charge
Eureka served me up a dirty one
its not a competition, we both already won
the gravelly guitar and the gritty drums
make me hungry, i just wanna eat 'em
the feast is fit for a beast
it could turn Steve Erkel into Hercules
drinking pink water on some purple trees
and still masculine as Ron Burgundy "I love poetry"
i stole the S from sleep so whats left is leap
i'll catch some Zs when i rest in peace
today's a wonderful day to die
but a better one for stayin alive
i didn't get this high to take a dive
but if my engine dies, i'll do a jack-knife
without death, we can't have life
it ain't all good, but everything's alright
everyday and all nights
everyplace at all times
every pain and all cries
create joys worth it all as long as we try
Track Name: Self Respect (prod. by Eureka)
messin up? don't kick yourself, stressin
kick yourself in the ass with the lesson
ask yourself this question
is the direction you're heading the correct one?
when you rest with your head in the wrong position
you wake up with your neck in a raw condition
so face forward even when you're dreamin'
the present depends on the events that lead in
as well as the future you predict
happyness is a tricky achievement
trying to find the right lines and balance between them
everything is said easier than it can be done
yet the bomb is not as strong as the tongue
my notebook weighs a ton
i don't hate the pain of creation
even if i hate the thing I created
it doesn't make me very aggravated
i know that i learn most when i haven't made it
mistakes just take us to greatness
as long as we take them humble and gracious
i know, pride's no piece of cake, its
hard to swallow, like a piece of bait is
self respect can't be taken
its earned, and there's no replacement
self respect, i'll say it again
i can't say it enough, its some everything shit
without it, everything is dangerous
with it, not a thing can make you flinch
give me a mile, i'll take an inch
give me a pile, i'll take a pinch
i'm so stubborn it barely make sense
i carry defense like Perry Mason
i steer away from variation
i get carried away with the same aviation
on a daily basis
if it isn't rhyme writin' its beat makin'
i try to incorporate more illustration
with all that as well as my education
and vocation, there's no playin'
i'm okay with it, there's minimal complainin'
without so many goals I may go insane again
know what i'm sayin'?
i hope so, because i don't want to explain it
my cranium is thick but it won't cage this brain in
sometimes slow but its always been thinkin'
when i need a makeshift vacation
the easy answer is inebriation
but i keep trying to replace it
with more meditation and recreation
saving drinks for the special occasions
like some social celebrations
Track Name: RhymeFlight (prod. by Rashid)
RHYMES AND BEATS LIKE THESE
MAKE CLASSIC JOINTS LIKE SPIKE LEE
THATS NOT ME BEING COCKY
THATS JUST ME SPEAKING HONESTLY
ABOUT WHAT I BELIEVE, WHOLE-HEARTEDLY
I HOPE THAT Y'ALL AGREE BUT FLOW REGARDLESSLY
THERE'S NO STOPPIN ME FROM FLOW DROPPIN, C
H - O - DOUBLE P - E - R - IS A FIEND
FOR MICROPHONE ROCKIN LIKE THE GOD EMCEE
ALSO KNOWN AS RAKIM, RHYMIN' FLAWLESSLY
RESPECT TO RASHID, THE GUY THATS ON THE BEAT
A FOURTEEN YEAR OLD CHILD PRODIGY
HEARTS CAN FREEZE, WE CAN THAW THOSE WITH EASE
WITH SOUND WAVES OF RAW POETRY
ON SMOKIN' BEATS TO COOK THE FOOD
FOR THOUGHT SLOWLY SO ITS NOT SO TOUGH TO CHEW
LOOK AT YOU, WE GOT YOU OPEN, DIDN'T WE
GOT YOU IN TUNE WITH THE GLOBAL SYMPHONY
GLAD YOU TUNED IN TO THESE AUDIBLE FREQUENCIES
TRANSMITTED FROM THE HEART THROUGH THE BEAT MACHINE
THERE'S NO FLATLINE IN THIS SEQUENCING
ITS SO DAMN VIBRANT ITS TWINKLING
IF IT WAS AN ANIMAL THIS BEAT WOULD BE
A JET-BLACK BOBCAT WITH EAGLE WINGS
SLY AS FOXES AND FLYING FLOCKLESS
BRINGING LIGHT THATS SONIC TO THE SILENT DARKNESS
NIGHT SKY SHINE LIKE SCI-FI MARTIANS
WITH BRIGHT COLORS LIKE TIE-DYE GARMENTS
MY BOP GUN IS ALWAYS ON TARGET
I BROUGHT FUNK LIKE JEFFERSON STARSHIP
TIME TO FINISH WHAT I STARTED
AND END THIS VERSE WITH THIS WORD, ARMPIT
Track Name: I Am the Walrus (feat. Ryan Forest, prod. by Chopperman)
i am the walrus
feeling tall as a tyrannosaurus
killing bullshit with my guy Ryan Forest
bro, kick some rhymes raw as a lion's roar is!

With paw's dug in the gore of a wild boar as it gorges
i flourish and warn the vultures, reminding em what the score is
of course the enemy sorts out a plan to invade my fortress
while I just sharpen the sword of my cortex mental thesaurus
probably give em the horns like a rocking, stomping out taurus
kickin in proper form cuz sir choppers hip hop is gorgeous
if you were uninformed, there's a chance to get with the norm yet
404 technician young Chopperman is a forum vet

so fresh, i expected no less
Mr. Forest always leaves the microphone blessed
this grotesque beat is no test
when we do a duet its a dopefest
an excellent adventure like its Bill and Ted
except this is real and we're not boneheads
we're extraterrestrial like the Coneheads
children of the Sun, grown into poets

before they lay my soul in the sepulcher
I'm just tryna do shows on the regular
looking forward to the hoes and the hecklers
young heads figuring the flow's non sequitur

the flow's spectacular to open apertures
thats photographic worth in only 7 words
showing ways out for mental prisoners
drawing up routes for potential visitors


sharp thoughts slice through their scales and
cold blood sizzles on the hot pavement
i got lost but never stopped trainin'
now i can't lose, comp's facin' complications
Track Name: To Find Truth (prod. by Opin Draconis)
nothing like a night skate for getting the mind straight
ditching my hate, feeling that life's great
shifting my weight, steering my way
far away from all the things that might make me irrate
no rocks in my roads, no stones in my sneakers
no distortion in the sounds of my speakers
the street turns into the sky
and i, an astroid, burning through so high
do i know why? no i don't and i don't mind
i float fine with no idea to show mine
where to go, yellow lines won't confine
this joy ride i'm all over the road, its mine
but i'll share it, because i'm sure its yours too
no man can choose his own avenues
a road with no intersections
either goes in circles or in both directions
to nowhere, the cliffs of abysses
to find truth in this i don't need statistics
i fight for the union like Ulysses
S Grant I'll say it again incase you missed it
i fight for the union of humans
against the demons schemin' to consume them
in the school i attend i'm never truent
i learned how every angle is congruent
no scholar of any institution
can teach the understanding of a hard knocks student
and even the highest master of karate
can't give the discipline that working hard brings
i can tell you why the caged bird sings
the songs about a dream about the caged birds wings
and thats the only thing that keeps the caged bird sane
bars are the only thing that keeps the caged bird tame
to find truth in this i don't need a survey
i see truth in this clear as day
its no hearsay, its here to stay
see how i leave clouds when steer this way
still you can't blame me for this rain
keep pushing to keep it from rusting your bearings
keep exploring the unknown carrying
your curiousity to everything and away
from nowhere the cliffs of abysses
to find truth in this i don't need statistics
i fight for the union like Ulysses
S Grant I'll say it again incase you missed it
i fight for the union of humans
against the demons schemin' to consume them
in the school i attend i'm never truent
i learned how every angle is congruent
Track Name: Camp Song (prod. by Teewok)
during the spring of 2012
i was paying bills for a place near hell
i planned out and escape route
to stay at the campground until fall came around
in the days leading into May
i threw and gave many things away
i haven't missed any of it to this day
i knew i hadn't made a mistake
when i set up camp on that fateful day
i felt so free yet at home in a way
i always loved the great outdoors
living out there made me love it even more
than before, i'd see deer nearly every morn'
and i wouldn't ever see a landlord
my 404 doesnt need a damn cord
6 batteries kept me from gettin' bored
add a bon fire and a beer cooler
and i'd feel cooler than Slick Rick the Ruler
restin' from strugglin', practicin' jugglin'
widdlin' sticks for balance when stumblin'
through the woodlands like a country bumpkin
call me a hillbilly i'm really a mountain lion
fell down a thousand times and still climbin'
the cat that somehow stayed alive til life ten
i liked the holes in the tarp over my tent
they looked like stars from within
they let some drops of rain in
the consolation was the constellations
through deep concentration
i go from lost in space into a cosmic haven
i've lost some things and also gained some
i learned the pain is where the strengths from
i forced it through the SP til the pads went numb
the numbers rubbed off, but i stayed on the one
one day i was sittin there
at my campsite working on some tent repair
i cut my hand and couldn't find a bandaid
so i wrapped it up with cotton and duck tape
no first aid kit for this ignoramous
with an injured tent for entertainment
from a pack of 6 i'd had a few cans
up pulled a channel 6 news van
the sun was high and so was the temperature
the camera guy looked insecure
the reporter asked me for an interview
for a few seconds i thought it through
and turned them down, i knew i looked like a fool
plus, most of my family didn't have a clue
that i didn't have a room, i held it in
i knew it would lead to an argument
and them worrying when the storms blew in
i knew that would make it harder than
it had to be, i hardly had to lie
as a happy guy, why would they ask me why
after i returned to civilization
i had a brand new appreciation
and now if i ever have to escape again
i can move to the lake and do the whole thing again
but smarter, less beer, more cooking with fire
less tent repair, more looking up skyward
we don't see the stars at daytime
only at dark do they shine
Track Name: We All Evolve (prod. by Tiredoriots)
what you thought it was is not what it was at all
it happens all the time on this cosmic ball
we all evolve
some for best, some for worst
some put the verse in universe
but most artists on earth are humans first
a massive ego is the truest curse
i'm glad to have one though, thats a joke
i'm grown, mine crumbles and grows gradual
my mind often fumbles
and throws laterals but it also catapults
flows at the goals to go snatch the gold,
shits magical
in the lab i'm civil, in the field, an animal
i balance both, in this realm unnatural
i'm a natural, international
nature still breathes beneath the concrete
and the metal, the dust will settle on the soil
question
will we go like the giant reptiles
wiped out in a worldwide exile
or will we reconcile
do i have any idea what i'm talking about
hardly, i just got my mind back from the lost and found
i'm awful now but i'm awesome bound
i feel it in my bones, i'm lifting off the ground
drifting away, carried by the sound
to where i can lounge and find an ounce
of peace before crashing down
back on the floor but stronger than before
with more clarity to see what could be in store
Track Name: Vows (prod. by Calvin Hobbes)
how's about another one about nothing now
just spouting out a verse written down just for gettin' down
subject matter doesn't matter
as long as the lyrics are real and original
no ten count, i'm going ten rounds
without a doubt, i'm ownin this bout
heavy fisted and i'm throwing them pounds
my home's a brick house, there's no blowing this down
when the big bad wolf comes around
that big asshole just gets clowned
i don't cower when he shows teeth and growls
when he opens his mouth, its only to howl
he makes some wicked noises but won't eat an owl
because wisdom is poisonous to wolf bowels
to the union of poems and beats im devout
these aren't just rhymes, they're wedding vows
yes we will
honor the bond through sickness and health
i've been licenced to ill since 12
now i'm 29 and still raisin' hell
its Chopperman, not the son of Jor-El
just a guy tryin to free minds from under a spell
at 15 i wished for a '71 Camaro
now, when i dream, the 404 is where i go
i try to sketch a paradise
with a portal that accepts everybody
i sound like a hippie probly
but this is me and its all i can be
i do my thing, there's no plan B
y'all are unique and there's no twin C
be yourself unless yourself sucks
if it does, just try some other stuff
replace the things you do
that you know suck
with things that you don't do
that don't suck
Track Name: Antisuicide (prod. by WolfeCuts)
too much moping and complaining
so many adults behaving like babies
if you hate your situation
try to escape it or find a way to change it
if you can't clean the muck up
admit it and shut the fuck up
noone wants to hear someone
who constantly wants to discuss problems
i'm not against listening to friends ventin'
until it gets repetitive and consistent
its pathetic when one bitches relentless,
and its like they live in the bitchin' diminsion
if your whole realm resembles hell
i'm sorry, but still don't need to hear the whole tale
and really don't want to, there's not much
that i wouldn't rather do, so there's a lot of stuff
i'd rather do, i'd rather watch paint dry
that may inspire some fresh rhymes
i'm not a saint, but still, my shame is slight
i veered off course but always aimed at the light
go ahead and say that i ain't right,
i don't give a damn, i'm just trying to take flight
away from my aches and fright
brain scrambled like my eggs get fried
but it gets unmixed with this exit ride
its like commiting antisuicide
U+I is impossible to divide
because we always coincide
i'm attempting antihomicide
trying to bring the half-alive back to life
trying to amplify hearts and minds
to perpetuate magic vibes
this feels like a magic carpet ride
opposite how it feels when your car just died
taking off surprised, far up in the sky
only looking back one time, to say goodbye
Track Name: Goodbye Ground (prod. by EndorShores)
where did my cares go? not that I care though
if my cares were arrows the bow's the stereo
goodbye ground, i'm goin aerial
the soulful lo-fi sounds are so ethereal
do you want to see a very dope video?
youtube Scenario on Arsenio
new school kids get told the dilly yo
my man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
this beastie boy here's nice with syllables
the sounds are solid so the vibe is feelable
with a sore core and a healing soul
i'll give it more and more until i keel to cold
its a miracle that i'm chillin' still
the sun is mortal and everyone is killable
i can't let go of my last shred of hope
for something larger thats outside my scope
my mind is blown when my eyes behold
the giant sky, the wonder's undeniable
we're underneath a massive masterpiece
framed by the horizon, three sixty
it changes ceaselessly
everyday its unique as we
are, unique as each star
connected like constellations through these bars
Track Name: Cursive (prod. by Chief Bob)
they hear me but they don't hear from me
i'm always there but don't appear to be
i'm not proud but i don't feel sorry
i always try to be there when they call me
following a long work week
its hard to tear me from the laboratory
thats the only place where i can soar free
flying far above the categories
that could pull me apart from the whole thing
out there i don't even know my own name
i'm most at home when i roam the range
i won't let go of the reins
i built this wagon for roads unpaved
i built it with one roll of duck tape
those without much have the most faith
in there own strength because thats the one thing
they can hold tight, theives can't take whats inside
i hate to say i hate but i hate those low-lifes
that take from the poor for their own benefit
backwards Robin Hoods run the government
i did not digress
the last lines connect with the first that I said
my writing is old school like cursive
the words connect like the letters did
Track Name: Singing One (prod. by Skinny.B)
when we come through its to lift you
up to where the view is beautiful
if you were already there, now we're with you
if not, please come back, we miss you
here where we're all together
seperation can not be measured
the ground we stand on's the connector
we can't fall so let's gather
and speak truth to power
turn the volume up louder
lets reclaim whats ours
our right to remain howlers
our brains can't be showered
our taste can't be soured
our logic can't be altered
we are all one with
the Earth and the Sun
everything, everyone
with the land and the sea
yes, we have all we need
Track Name: Victory Lap (prod. by Chief Bob)
the key word is onward
the Chief offered this beat, its an honor
im liftin like Blitzen and Donner
but i dont need any reindeer, only a funky drummer
the ground sure can be a bummer
when we're stuck under something much funner
i'm not a stranger to a blunder
i've been the latter of dumb and dumber
and thats dumber than dumb
but all the mess-ups brought shreds of wisdom
we're works in progress, never done
until the last breath inhaled into the lungs
my right to think wasn't given, its was won
and ever since then i've been one
with the inner vision of the fourth diminsion
its isn't diminsia, it was normal existence
before vivid dreaming was forbidden
i hope this is greasing some door hinges
explore the corridors of your business
you never know which room bliss lives in
dig this or miss it, the message is deep
from the pits to this position, the passage was steep
all the pain in my back and my feet
is a small price to pay for the sights that i've seen
Bob, what just happened to this beat
just asking, its no problem to me
i kinda dug that shit, actually
who scr-scra-scra-scratched the CD
cho-cho-Chopperman is ba-ba-ba-ba-bad
spaced out like be-be-be-Bennie and the Jets
where was i? its anybody's guess
sorta like whatever comes next
i always try to hope for the best
though i've grown to expect much less
you can only measure your own success
because only you truly know the expense
many throws are missed
before those hits over the fence
we can't predict the pitch
but we can still knock it out the park like this
and take a victory lap