1. |
BACK
02:19
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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
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2. |
HARMONIZE
02:53
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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
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3. |
BOOT CAMP
01:50
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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
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4. |
TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT
01:22
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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
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5. |
CABEZA GRANDE
01:04
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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
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6. |
WOLF IN DOGGLES
02:09
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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
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7. |
JUS HAVIN FON
01:53
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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
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8. |
CHOP-O-MATIC
02:10
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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
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9. |
FRESH RESTART
02:24
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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
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10. |
THANKS
01:21
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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
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11. |
DIPSHIT MYSTIC
01:24
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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
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12. |
STOP AND BREATHE
02:28
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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."
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13. |
THAT'S IT
01:58
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Chopperman Lawrence, Kansas
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