POWEr…LE$$ (Spoken Word)

By: Johnny Blaze

December 19th, 2015
One-fourteen A.M……

[Verse 1:] (Peace)
Is the only word I can find, to describe,
How I feel, deep down inside,
Inside what? My mind? My head?
It’s 1AM; I should be in bed,
Got work in the morning and being awake is a dread
I feel locked and twisted,
I often shifted, my op-ti-mism,
The plot of my life thickens,
Part of me wants to pursue a path that used to be, non-exis-tent
Was never good at Math; can’t calculate what-the-difference,
Is, between the girl that I caught feelings for,
And me, young DLP; those three letters are my initials pour,
Out my feelings and somehow I spilled,
Too much already, and I was raised not to cry over milk,
What’s the deal? I’m a man who wants to maintain peace
Lately-she, is going through stuff and it wor-ries-me
She knows how I feel about her, but can’t quite take it all in
She feels defeated; I wanna show her she can always still win
I’m the one that’s fallen for her,
It’s Winter and her mind is snowed-in
I just wanna clear the way for her,
Let her realize I’m not just a friend; I’m her saviour,
Together, who knows what we could create later
But for now, she remains troubled, like what my mind is, to this paper

[Verse 2:] (Anger)
We had a conversation and by the end?
I was the sourest
Not sure if that’s a word, but after what I heard?
Her work life is absurd
She’s being treated like shit, or say a turd,
It saddens me, I want to see her get high up like a bird,
POWEr…LE$$; her wings cut off, heading down like a bell curve
I appreciate that she opens up to me, really, I’m a fan,
She vents out how her day is and I listen and understand
I bring peace,
She’s angry
All that’s between her and me?
Is money, and she’s getting all that she can,
And, I’m glad
She knows what school she wants to attend and has a plan
I, on the other hand, have a million things to do but she’s my main focus, damn…
I have patience with her, I just want to be her man,
United we stand, divided we fall and even then?
I’ll be there to catch her when she lands

[Verse 3:] (Money)
Told her Quit your job please! And sounded like a coward, yes
Promoting the idea to quit in her head may have thrown her off course,
It’s easier to quit than to fight, sure,
But in this case, she’s still young; money isn’t that impor-
-Tant, don’t be afraid to for-feit,
Who cares what you could afford,
I of course, will support, you, like a good friend,
Coming close to-the-end,
Giving in, to each stroke, of my pen


“Said you might have had some but you need a real one,
You might have had some but you need a real one,
You might have had some but you need a real one,
Said you might have had some but you need a real one.”

     Thursday, November 26th, 2015, Brooklyn, New York emcee Fabolous released another free mixtape to the world entitled Summertime Shootout (the first one he released for free in 2015 is called Friday Night Freestyles; a classic for 90s Era Hip-Hop Heads.) Given the reputation ‘Loso has for creating high-quality, boom-bap style raps, he did not disappoint with this project.

     Track number two on Summertime Shootout is called Real One ft.Jazzy; an artist most people have never heard of but do not discredit her musical ability; she gets her moment to shine near the end. The song begins with a sample of Lauryn Hill‘s vocals from the song she did with The Fugees back in 1996 titled Killing Me Softly. Now, if you’re not familiar with The Fugees, you pretty much suck. The Fugees were a short-lived Hip-Hop/Rap & R&B trio but in their time together, they made timeless music and it’s evident here, because even ‘Loso recognizes it by sampling the soulful, Lauryn Hill.

     What I also like about this song is that ‘Loso took a classic record like Killing Me Softly and put his own, modern spin on it with help from newcomer disc jockey, DJ Automatik.

     Needless to say, this track is a blessing. If you love Hip-Hop or appreciate bars and storytelling, you’ll enjoy this track without a doubt. Take it from me, the EinsteinOfRap; I wouldn’t be vocal about this track if I didn’t think it was great. And! if listening to this song made you want to get the mixtape, you can download it… here!


74) “u”

The B.L.A.Z.E. Blog Post Series: The Girl Was Special, Special (lol)

74) u
By: Johnny Blaze

I fantasized about you last night in bed
It was me walking down my street,
No sign of police,
I don’t think I was high, holy!
I saw you hanging out with your Auntie, just out front on the veranda
So I immediately crossed the street and hugged you, might have been listening to Sweet Home Alabama
Ironic isn’t it? Maybe, but this lady,
Was my first love
My second kiss,
I held her snug
What are you doing here?
“Nothing much, just hanging out”
This doesn’t happen every day
I asked her if she wanted to go for a walk,
She said “Sure,” and for once I wasn’t stumped
We went to my favourite place to sesh
Innes Bridge; lowkey it’s the best
On a beautiful day, you should see the view from the,

And it was gorgeous
She acknowledged it, I hugged her again and she was all for it
This is the closest thing to happiness, If I died tomorrow, I can say I died in peace
She said “That was so cute”
I kissed her like she was my boo
I held her hand and we went to the other side
A walk down memory lane was on my mind
Brought her to the fence, where we would chill on this cement bench

We made out some more,
She sighed in grace leaned her head toward
-My shoulder, lets go older,
Walked her toward the exact spot where I asked her out and broke up with her

Then I got on one knee and said
Will you marry me?
Nah, it was a joke though,
Her laugh was cute and at the bench, we smoked some bowls oh,
Then we walked to the last spot where we kissed in the rain the day she left

So I decided to kiss her one last time and walked her to my house hopin’ for some sex
And that was the end

69) “i”

 69) i
By: Johnny Blaze ft.Kendrick Lamar[Sample:] (x2)
This is a world premiere!

[Intro: Johnny Blaze]
I done been through a lot of shit
Depression, heartbreak, wanted to call it quits
Drowned in a swimming pool like Kendrick
Lost in the purple haze; Jimi Hendrix
Felt like my time was up
Shook my head but looked at the sky above
I could see the stars were white like a flying dove
All in my head; these thoughts I gotta shove,

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
And I love myself!
(The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs)
I love myself!
(But it can do what it want whenever it want, I don’t mind)
I love myself!
(He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide)
I love my, self!
(One day at a time, sun gon’ shine)

[Verse 1: Johnny Blaze]
Nobody really knows Davey (Davey)
But you read about him (read about him)
Is he doing okay? (okay)
Or is he going a little crazy? (crazy)
A piece of this rhyme, came from
-The peace in my mind,
So I say love yourself before you love others,
That goes to my brother, but I pay no mind
Everybody wants happiness
Everybody wants happiness,
Appreciate everything in life that you experience
Everything in life ain’t that serious,
So I’m saying this,

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
I love myself!
(The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs)
I love myself!
(But it can do what it want whenever it want, I don’t mind)
I love myself!
(He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide)
I love my, self!
(One day at a time, sun gon’ shine)

[Verse 2: Johnny Blaze]
They wanna put fear in our minds and scare us to death,
And the media ain’t right, they turn to the left
And that provokes grand theft and some half step
-To your eating ha-bits, so now you’re just crêpe, yup
These mornings uplift me,
Wanna come smoke dope with a-G?
We can smoke a G, I’ll roll one so gently
Dreamin’ as an escape to my paradise
Warm weather in Cali; it’s very nice
Leave my life behind me, start a new one highly,
The spirit in me, I will rise

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
I love myself!
(The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs)
I love myself!
(But it can do what it want whenever it want, I don’t mind)
I love myself!
(He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide)
I love my, self!
(One day at a time, sun gon’ shine)

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
Walk my bare feet (Walk my bare feet)
Down, down valley deep (Down, down valley deep)
Fi-fie-fo-fum (Fi-fie-fo-fum)
My heart undone (My heart undone)

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
I love myself!
(The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs)
I love myself!
(But it can do what it want whenever it want, I don’t mind)
I love myself!
(He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide)
I love my, self!
(One day at a time, sun gon’ shine)

[Verse 3: Johnny Blaze]
Hol’ up,
I couldn’t sleep last night
Had a nightmare she was right there What the fuck are you doing here?
All she wanted was a human sacrifice
I couldn’t sleep last night
Watching too much television, I’m making a decision
To stop ’cause I need to rest my eye sight
I couldn’t sleep last night
I’ve been dealing with emotions
-Of never ending notions
I’mma find a way to be alright
I couldn’t sleep last night
I’ve been dealing with Anxiety ever since society lied to me
Tryna rehabilitate my Chi,
‘Cause I’m really an emcee
So you could referee, you could even disagree,
But it’s up to you, pick and choose, the right team
And it’s clear if you’re not here and I’m still doing me,
That I don’t need you,
Don’t have to please you,
I’m a hundred percent real; guarantee
I might sound gutsy, s/o to my homies
Our comic will be shown, on-the-marquee
Pass our life story to the future, and I’m not talking about Issue number three
I’m talking to everybody, even wannabe’s
-Reborn, rise above to the top, hear you muthaphukkin’ scream, “I LOVE MYSELF!”

[Outro: Johnny Blaze]
I was so stressed
I must confess, I wanted to be dead
Oh no, this can’t be, was flying so high
Give me strength to be free ’till the day I die


68) “L.O.V.E. (Lack of Visual Empathy)”

68) L.O.V.E. (Lack of Visual Empathy)
By: Johnny Blaze

Love is the most misunderstood concept in the world
You can’t see it,
You can’t touch it,
You can’t hear, taste, or speak love
But love finds it’s way to break your five senses
And guides your heart into a new dimension
But what is love?
People can love their car,
Love their job,
Love music
But think deeper than that
People enjoy getting from point A to B without worrying about transit because they have a vehicle
People enjoy making money, not the job itself; having money makes life comfortable
People can claim they love music but they just seek for a zone of alone,
Time to pay no mind to anything but what’s on their iPod, phones, laptops…
We are drones
Cloned to one another in which individuality is something rare like a rose growing from cracked concrete
“Naw b, I love my girl, I’d do anything for her”
So does changing how you live your life really mean you’re in love?
Does sacrificing beliefs and morals for someone who doesn’t appreciate nor acknowledges it or even a slight bit recognizes what you do for them, is that really, love?
Some argue that love is something we “feel” but what does love feel like?
The closest thing I can recall is losing the one person who accepted me and my flaws at an early age
Like the universe didn’t want us together so we both went our separate ways
But I was heartbroken
At an early age…
And they say “Kids these days”
Yeah well kids in my days had some experience with relationships
Even if the relation was shit, it still was in the ocean, be the captain; take control of the ship
That was what I thought love was
Love was when you can’t sleep at night because you would hopelessly think that maybe when you go to class the next day,
Sit at your desk, turn around and look at the back door opened towards the hallway,
And hope that maybe you would see that pretty brunette with blonde highlights and the prettiest eyes just walk right by say “Hi,” and walk inside,
Sit next to you and refurbish old times
If love isn’t about crying when you come home because you re-read the same old letter she wrote you in pink ink with the last sentence reading “You are the best boyfriend I’ve ever had”
Then I am naive as the rest of society
The idea that people need a partner in order to be truly happy is astonishing
Really says a lot about people
Why, the thought of feeling safe is great,
But why feel great if nobody feels equal?
Why do we depend on people to feel a certain way?
Has society permanently entered a phase,
Where one cannot simply go a day without their… “Bae?”
The idea that we cannot be happy with ourselves but depend on others for security is silly
I’m not even going to touch on the subject of kids having sex ’cause they’re not even wrapping their willy
But that’s society for ya
And love is nothing but a four letter word
Previous generations will shit on us like birds,
‘Cause they think they got it all figured out, mmhm, *clap, clap,* bravo
You think you guys are the most intelligent of all, *clap, clap* you’re wrong yo!
This is OUR generation, we ain’t living in the past
And if you want to succeed in life,
Learn to accept what’s happening fast,
Then you’ll last
Accept that technology will change constantly
Accept that kids are smoking dope,
Accept that most people don’t give a fuck about Jesus or religion
We are originals, but we have to exhibit
-Our minds and reach our full potential
Love is just a silly idea that literally has people going mental
How many of you have lost a best friend because they got too attached to their partner?
Yup, yup, that’s society for ya!
And these are the same people who said they always got your back, oh yeah!
Well they lied
They aren’t true to their word, but if the relationship ends, one might contemplate suicide
-Which is never a good sign
So you comfort the friend:
You’ll be fine. Here, drink some wine
Why comfort these people who abandoned us?
Well, cause love makes people go mental
The cycle goes as follows:


Then it ends
Lack of Visual Empathy is killing my zen


59) “A Twitter Cypher”

A Twitter Cypher
By: Johnny Blaze and JDF

Me and my homie DLP we go way back,
We attack wack emcees who are straight wannabes,
We on the A track,
This ain’t no play back,
Better stay back

[Johnny Blaze:]
Pack a mac in the back of the ‘lac like I’m Big Pun
No I lied, I’m Johnny Blaze this is the ordeal son
Smoke loud my ears rung

My ears rung it ain’t over but the fat lady sung,
How can I lose when I’m God’s son?
We murder the alphabet and we don’t got a gun

[Johnny Blaze:]
All we got is one what?
One love, one life, one heart
So why should I sell my soul?
To make myself seem smart?
Damn retards

Everyone plays their parts,
No slackers on my team, we hittin’ the charts
DLP and JDF,
Hella noise making people go deaf

[Johnny Blaze:]
Somebody call a ref
‘Cause this fuck boy just illegally gave me a body check!
I embody stress and release THC from my breath

Smokin’ loud but my voice is louder,
Blowin’ flames like I’m fuckin’ Bowser,
Search all you want for talent but this ain’t a browser

[Johnny Blaze:]
“Yeah baby yeah” call me Austin Powers
No never that, I grew up in the six
But my origins is legit
503, E.S. I’m slick

“Ouuu kill ’em” no don’t do that, just fill ’em with envy
I could load up these clips and start to empty
I move heavy no chevy

[Johnny Blaze:]
Niggaz love to wear Religions or Levi’s
But I would rather wear some Dickies no matter what size
I’m me, fuck dem other guys

Trueys on no religion
These niggas birds; fuckin’ pigeon
Catch me cookin’ in the kitchen,
Not talkin’ baseball when I say I’m pitchin’

[Johnny Blaze:]
I dislike it when bitches don’t pitch in
-For the weed I mean,
I once tripped out ’cause I sipped on lean
Win like Charlie Sheen

Lean got me leanin’,
Kush got me seein’,
Shrooms got me fienin’
But these bitches got the demon,
Understand the meanin’
Stop dreamin’

[Johnny Blaze:]
Rather plot, stay schemin’
And fuck French Montana!
He’s trash like a white bitch who swallows dick like a banana

‘Bout to go bananas,
Two sides to my life like Hannah’s,
Rap ’bout anything,
Flow’s so sick it goes with everything
Why you tryna sing?

[Johnny Blaze:]
If you singin’ man I don’t, fuck wit, you!
Deez stupid ass bitches steppin’ on my shoes!
Kick them to the curb ’cause that’s what I do

Ain’t no melody,
You just a fella b
-Who thought he felt the beat,
Another defeat,
Me and DLP,
Kill the beat, we keep it discrete

[Johnny Blaze:]
I stay low key ’cause my soles ain’t free
‘Cause I’m a real OG from my head to my feet
And if a bitch hate me she can kiss her teeth

Eat beef no steak,
Everything on the line but nothing at stake
I might bend but I won’t break
You’re fake, it’s time to wake n bake
Fuckin’ snake

[Johnny Blaze:]
Too many of them in the Garden of Eden
A Freestyle About Nothin’ mentioned my blog is viewed from Canada to Sweden
I’m sweet, eh

3) “Truth or Truth, Pt. I” (FULL SONG)

3) Truth or Truth, Pt. I
By: Johnny Blaze

I love this beat man
I love Slaughterhouse
Crooked I, Royce Da 5’9″, Joell Ortiz and Joe Budden
That’s that group right there, that powerhouse rap group
Feel me?
No one doing it better than those dudes right now
So, let me see what I can do on this Truth or Truth beat, off that “On The House” mixtape
You Ready?
Yo-yo-yo, yo!

[Verse 1:]
I seemed to have lost my face,
Went to Vapour Lounge with some friends ’cause they know the place,
I mean, I never been there before,
So my idea of a good time was about to kick at the door
Stoners are immune to the reality of life so when you ask me why I smoke I’ll tell you reality’s a dyke….
-But shes my wife
Unfortunately I admit, I’m addicted to weed,
Or maybe I’m just committed, who’s to say I’m not addicted to me?
My homies don’t approve of anything that I do,
When I asked them to join me they said “I’m sick of this dude”
Kinda fucked up how friends become strangers,
For once in my life I thought I couldn’t be in more danger
I had dreams that I could have good friends, good fam and a good wife,
Then I woke up and realized that this wasn’t real life

[Bridge 1:]
I pause for the beat to drop,
But in my mind, all I hear is the sound of the needle pop

[Verse 2:]
Sadly every day I wake up depressed and alone,
But when I go out, I put on a front like it was a well structured home
My mother hate the way that I look, I’m tired of disappointing her, every day I stress,
I make a mess on the floor of my mind with thoughts that don’t make sense
How could she look her own son in his eyes and tell him “You need to cut your hair, you don’t look like a guy”
Ain’t that some B.S,
My own mother don’t love me,
I should runaway and leave a note like P.S.
I really wished you accepted me Mama,
Difficult to rap this and say I can’t believe you did this to me Mama,
Now I have to grow up knowing you’ll never be proud of me,
Look me in the eye, smile with me
Well fuck you then!
I have a father but he never
cared really,
He was just there for us financially
He never taught me how to ride a bike,
Then when I aged, he wondered why I never ride the night
He should’ve gave me “the talk” man to man but he’s so pussy, he can’t handle being a man to a man
My own brother tellin’ me “Don’t do drugs don’t drink ya see?”
I say You do the same, so fuck you, I hope you bleed hypocrisy!
Nigga always mocking me!
Motherfucker is constantly cocky B!
I’m done with family,
You woulda thought that they ran from me!
I’m in this alone, it doesn’t matter anymo’,
Homies don’t know but fam, I’m grown

[Bridge 2:]
Ouuuuuuu oh
Nope I ain’t done yet,
I still need to speak my truth,
So don’t rewind it

[Verse 3:]
Today I realized that getting turnt up ain’t what it seems,
Drank so much that Saturday I fell to my knees
Everybody was probably starring, laughing, maybe even askin’ what happened,
Seems like people only remember the times you fail, not the times you prevail
It’s obvious that my real friends judge me even when I’m at my lowest point,
Weird, maybe I should just chill with the people who like to smoke a joint
I mean I ain’t gon’ lie, that day I fucked up, but that’s the reality of life,
If you don’t live and learn, you livin’ an inexperienced life
The other day I was with close friends, we smoked a couple Js, it was cool and shit,
But the weed made me realize what’s happening ain’t legit
My homie was acting like he was on shrooms,
This is the same guy who plays drums in his living room
The same dude who constantly judges me for doing drugs,
But there he was,
Smoking the kush, getting a buzz
At Subway the dude couldn’t eat,
Lettuce falling out of his mouth along with that meat
That was disgusting to witness,
I smoked but I was conscious,
Everyone smoked, everything they said was utterly non-sense
I couldn’t believe my eyes,
I was becoming that person who needed more in his mind,
Who could intake more weed, more alcohol, more food
What’s happening to me?
I need to turn my life around,
The first step in order to succeed,
Is knowing you can go a day without weed
No drinks please,
One too many for me and I’ll be down on my knees,
Like I’m at church when ironically, that’s what I need
I need those things in my life,
I want to be that person who knows that every little thing is gonna be alright
Bob Marley stays in my soul even when I’m blazed,
‘Cause knowing you’ll be okay, is a good thing to say
I honestly don’t know how I’ll get a job,
I’m an inexperienced gringo who stays at home like a slob
Maybe I should fix my resumé,
Make myself sound better than what I really am
Look at Sam,
Kicked out of his home,
Got on the phone with his Grandma,
She took him in,
He got a job,
Went back to school,
And got it in
How is it possible that stoners can get a job but not me?
I know I’m not trying but feels like even when I try they’ll just lie and say “We’ll call you”
Like that stupid bitch Missy,
You lied to me, you said I got the job at the shop,
I told all my friends that I would be working at a thrift shop
They all shut me down, told me it’s sketchy
Well how supportive of you,
-But they were right
She ended up tellin’ me that the position has been filled,
Which doesn’t make sense ’cause you said I’d be making bills
So next time don’t say the job is yours,
‘Cause now you look like a stupid, motherfucking whore…

[Bridge 3:]
Hol’ up, hol’ up, let me stop this for a second,
That was the old DLP,
Let’s talk in present time; from my perspective

[Verse 4:]
My Moms just found out I smoke dope
She said I’m stupid, she didn’t raise me like this, guess she’s lost all hope
And my brother, he snapped; raged at me, started yelling like a lunatic
He got in my face, where was my father? In the living room, all you heard was *click*
That’s the sound of the remote,
My Mama came into my room, grabbed my backpack and told me to throw away the dope
Sweet lord Jesus,
If I don’t get rid of my stash, she might call the police
-And, we don’t want no problems in here,
I’m just a stoner, lazy and might die a loner, but it’s my Mama I fear
-The most, if I quit smoking dope, will I really be livin’ the life I want?
Or livin’ a life to suffice the needs of my mother, I can’t front
-As if it wouldn’t bother me
But all I wanna see is you smile obviously
Mama don’t think less of me please! Don’t leave me stranded!
Yeah I’m a pothead but don’t panic, it’s only organic!
Man oh man seeing you break down is not something I wanted to see,
I can’t even pee, tears fall down my face and because I’m sick, I suddenly sneeze
I don’t wanna be the reason you die,
I couldn’t handle such a tragedy,
I would never be able to sleep; I would just stay up and cry
Why, why, why did this have to happen man?
I’m feeling suicidal like the white boy from Stan
And, how can I be the man if I’m the reason for your pain?
Guess I’m a piece of shit, I should die in vein
Sometimes I wonder will I really end up working for Double-X-L?
Will I eventually reach my goals, become a person who excelled?
I be lying if I said that doesn’t bother me,
This is truth or truth, and for the record I try not to lie, honestly
Truth be told if it weren’t for this pen and pad,
I’d be jumping off a bridge and land
-On a train track
Get demolished by a train, crap!
And this be the realest shit I ever wrote…

This song was written in four different periods of my life
That is why this is the deepest piece I ever wrote for real
Love me or hate me, without having writing as an outlet,
I would be dead with my tombstone that reads “David Lazo-Pineda; The Einstein Of Rap”
Because that’s how my legacy shall proceed,
Truth or Truth, Pt. I is undoubtedly me