**when We Talk About Something
When we talk about movies
i like comedies, dramas, westerns,
adventures, sci-fi, animations
When we talk about books
i like novels, poetry, short stories,
non-fiction, biographies
When we talk about TV Programs
i like comedies, dramas, cartoons,
Okie From Skokie
I hear you bought a farmhouse
in Sonoma, grabbed it for a song
in foreclosure, and with a vinyard.
Had your fill of mergers and acquistions,
you told me in your last e-mail.
Had it up to here in the phony
intelligensia, the name-droppers,
the white hiphop singers
A Teacher's Eye
At 0450 every morning, a teacher popped his right eye
Open, pushed aside blankets and turned on a tap
To wash his sleepy face
Then slid on trousers, a shirt and a tie.
He sipped a cup of tea
To wash down slices of a brown fritter.
It irked the Maths tutor how pupils could fritter
Away opportunities to sharpen their eye
For Maths processes but instead drunk lots of green tea
Poverty Portraits
Ditch kids, street walkers, hippies and HipHop hustlers don't scatter
Although in your misconceptions and perceptions they don't matter
As God in creatures, crazy and crafty, clever and braver invested value
Which your wealth and stealth do their best to devalue and paint blue.
When a pauper you meet with no mask on his face
Ask yourself how you'll decrease his poverty pace
In which he wallows with no scrap of bread to swallow
Tossing right and left until sleep to him turns yellow.
A Peek Into My Rhythm
Thoughts drive my mind
Making me happier
In thoughts health and wealth I find
In thoughts I discover Napier
Handling logarithms
If my mathematical ability grows snappier
HipHop popularises African rhythms
Elevating them into a rich art form
My Tears Is Free
I really love lofi hiphop now, especially when my feeling like... cloudy skies.
My soul is become twilight and your smiles is my sunrise.
I see your shadows dancing in my mind and i don't mind about that.
Even you make my dark memory become more black than before. I still love you.
And if you wanna know how pain i am, so, see the sea, in there my tears is free.
Why I Rhyme
I rhyme to rap
and bring some pop
into the field
to show them who they call the kid
this kid had grown
no more a new born
I can smash
and I can push
the words
which are like swords
City Streets
You sit cautiously
And carefully
Looking out from the sides
Of your windows
Curtains pulled to hide
The view from the street
Or from the windows across
And prying, telling eyes
Its a bit quiet now or As quiet
Music! !
Imagine a world without heavy metal
With nothing to head bang to, to release your anger.
Imagine a world without soulful RnB
With nothing to make you chill and relax.
Imagine a world without hiphop tunes
With nothing to tell a story where words express your true emotions.
Imagine a world without cheesy pop
To Be A Dancer.
The feeling of love and life
to have each toe upon the stage
doing what you crave most
for no amount of wage.
Every spin and every reach
each leap and grapevine slide
gives the feeling of joy
and never the chance to hide.
Like Clock Work
Tick tock...
watch the clock,
time is moving...
the air is still.
Grand Father talking of his golden days,
when he was young and vibrant youth,
his days when milk was abundant,
doctors treated few patients.
because they grew strong,
they played and herded cattle,
Waiting With The Music
I'm getting tired of listening with all the music
I'm still here dying and sick
All the songs sound nonsense
I'm still here suffering at pains
I'm tired of scanning my MP3
It don't help me to live at spree
I'm tired of listening with my favorite hiphop
I'm still here without knowing how to laugh
Dancing In The Rain
Tik, tak, tik, tak, I hear in my window pane.
Here comes the rain, who comes in vain.
A rain who gives me pain, everytime it came.
A friend has written, that we should learn,
how it is to dance under the the rain.
Dancing in the rain, as it outpours,
We cry but bloom just like a rose.
Wipe our tears as the rain downpours,
Stumbling and falling but dance as it really goes.
Practise To Be A Good Wallflower
</>The wall I was walking towards didn't absorb me,
Was rather reluctant to stooping so low;
better absorb myself into soul, to make it outside.
My soul was on the outside, darn.
A boy slipped towards me with his hiphop
Bagsakan
Nandito na si chito
Si chito miranda
Nandito na si kiko
Si francis magalona
Nandito na si gloc 9
Wala syang apelyido
Magbabagsakan dito in 5 4 3 2
Nandito na si chito
Si chito miranda
Akala
(Chito)
Akala ko iced tea, yun pala beer,
Akala reverse yun pala second gear,
Akala ko kasya yun pala hindi,
Akala ko tama yun pala mali...
(Vinci)
Akala ko hiphop yun pala metal
Akala ko batis yun pala kanal
Akala ko toothpaste yun pala glue
Akala (Parokya Ni Edgar)
[Chito]
akala ko ice tea, yun pala beer
akala reverse yun pala second gear
akala ko kasya yun pala hindi
akala ko tama yun pala mali
[Vinci]
akala ko hiphop yun pala metal
akala ko batis yun pala kanal
akala ko toothpaste yun pala glue
Akala - Parokya Ni Edgar
(Chito)
Akala ko iced tea, yun pala beer,
Akala reverse yun pala second gear,
Akala ko kasya yun pala hindi,
Akala ko tama yun pala mali...
(Vinci)
Akala ko hiphop yun pala metal
Akala ko batis yun pala kanal
Akala ko toothpaste yun pala glue
Bagsakan - Parokya Ni Edgar
Nandito na si chito
Si chito miranda
Nandito na si kiko
Si francis magalona
Nandito na si gloc 9
Wala syang apelyido
Magbabagsakan dito in 5 4 3 2
Nandito na si chito
Si chito miranda
A Days Paassage
A song after the others, the flowing moving tittilating tempos.
As the days passes one after another.
Like a Mercedes Benz speeding into the highways,
Yourself in a transit,
The misencounters,
bad trips, ,
the rendevouz stops,