Writers

POWEr…LE$$ (Spoken Word)

POWEr…LE$$
By: Johnny Blaze

[Intro:]
December 19th, 2015
One-fourteen A.M……

[Verse 1:] (Peace)
POWEr…LE$$
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)
POWEr…LE$$
We had a conversation and by the end?
I was the sourest
Not sure if that’s a word, but after what I heard?
Her work life is absurd
She’s being treated like shit, or say a turd,
It saddens me, I want to see her get high up like a bird,
POWEr…LE$$; 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)
POWEr…LE$$
Told her Quit your job please! And sounded like a coward, yes
Promoting the idea to quit in her head may have thrown her off course,
It’s easier to quit than to fight, sure,
But in this case, she’s still young; money isn’t that impor-
-Tant, don’t be afraid to for-feit,
Who cares what you could afford,
I of course, will support, you, like a good friend,
Coming close to-the-end,
POWEr…LE$$,
Giving in, to each stroke, of my pen

Look At Lil Chano From 79th: #Chance3

Three is the magic number for Mr. Chancelor Bennett a.k.a. Chi-Town’s very own, Chance The Rapper. Chano has had quite the year so far: not only did he make a Saturday Night Live appearance with Kanye West, but he got to perform with Kanye, side-by-side; someone who he’s idolized since The College Dropout era. Chano also spent majority of this year so far working with Kanye on his now infamous album, The Life of Pablo. Chance co-wrote Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 1, Famous, Feedback, and Waves; a song that only made the album because Chance really wanted it to be on it. (Thank you Chance!) As mentioned on my previous post (see the post here!!!Chance spit some of the most memorable bars on Ultralight Beam; the first track off TLOP:

I made Sunday Candy, I’m never going to hell
I met Kanye West, I’m never going to fail
You said ‘Let’s do A Good Ass Job with Chance three,’
I heard you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
Let’s make it so free and the bar so hard
That a day one, gosh darn, part you can’t tweet”

Since Chance The Rapper confirmed via his Twitter, that his third project will be entitled Chance 3, fans can expect it to be a mixtape because of the similarity the artwork has to his previous work Acid Rap, which was released in 2013. For those of you who’ve been living under the sun, here is the artwork for that particular mixtape:

Chance_the_rapper_acid_rap

Now if you’ve paid any attention whatsoever, you can identify that the Chance 3 artwork is comparable to the Acid Rap mixtape cover based off the background of the skies and the way Chance is perceived as drawn out of pastels or of something of that creative nature. Another interesting thing to point out is that Chance is actually wearing the same long sleeve shirt that he wore when he performed on SNL with Kanye West, The-Dream, Kelly Price and Kirk Franklin on the Chance 3 artwork. I guess he must really dig that outfit.

Any who, here’s The EinsteinOfRap’s Top 3 Things To Expect On Chance 3 which at this point, could be released any day, out of the blue so to speak.

#1. Kanye West

I think it’s safe to say since Kanye received help from Chano for a good portion of The Life of Pablo, it’s only fair that ‘Ye returns the favour. Besides, Chance has a lot to live up to with the success of being apart of Donnie Trumpet and The Social Experiment‘s SURF and lets not forget about that random yet entertaining collaborative mixtape Chance did with Lil B The Based God. Needless to say, I can definitely see Kanye producing or lending some vocals for a verse or a hook or a combination of the three. Maybe Kanye will reform the Ultralight Beam team because how cool would a Ultralight Beam II sound? Maybe start that song for Chance 3, have Kirk Franklin speak and have Kanye end the song instead. These are just ideas though, don’t take my word too literally!

#2. Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment

It’s obvious that Chance The Rapper, Donnie Trumpet and The Social Experiment are in sync. You can’t really mention one without the others, and they have made some incredible works together. Some of my favourites in the past are Long Time II, Sunday Candy, Coast Is Clear and Warm Enough to name a few. It would not be a surprise to me if you hear Nico Segal a.k.a. Donnie Trumpet, toot away on his instrument when Chance 3 finally drops, and supporting Donnie, The Social Experiment. What would be a surprise however, is if Chicago native Vic Mensa is featured some how on Chance 3. Vic and Chance are indeed good friends and are apart of the SAVEMONEY collective, plus, we haven’t heard from Vic since No Chill dropped with Skrillex.

#3. Taylor Bennett

Many of Chance The Rapper’s fans don’t know that Lil Chano from 79th has a younger brother named Taylor Bennett. In fact, Taylor is an artist himself, following in the footsteps of older brother Chance. Just last year, Taylor released his debut album for FREE, entitled Broad Shoulders. For the first time in Taylor’s hip-hop career, he collaborated with Chance on the last song off his debut album, a track which is also called, Broad Shoulders. The song is reminiscent of the vibe fans felt from track number five Brain Cells off Chance’s first mixtape, #10Day. Here’s Broad Shoulders:

Again, since Chance was featured on Taylor’s album, I think it would only be fair to have Taylor spit some bars on Chance 3. It will introduce Chance fans to a new artist and it will help Taylor get more recognition as an artist, since he too is on the rise.

I hope Chance 3 drops soon, maybe some of my predictions will come true (really hoping for a Ultralight Beam II as an intro) and whether Chance 3 is free or not, I will definitely be getting my hands on it one way or another. Speaking of getting your hands on things, you can visit chanceraps.com right now and purchase some limited edition posters. Until then, stay zen and prosper as always!

98) “Dead Residents II”

98) Dead Residents II
By: Johnny Blaze

[Hook:]
Residents that like to test me (Johnny,) (Yeah)
I’m after residents that like to test me (Blaze bitch!) (Yeah)
I’m after residents that like to test me
(The saga continues) (Yeah)
I’m after annoying fuckin’ residents that like to test me

[Sample: Brooklyn’s Finest by Jay-Z + Can’t Knock The Hustle by Jay-Z]
“Okay, I’m reloaded,”
D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-Don DeMarco,
Marco,

[Verse 1:]
Hey,
Look who it is,
Mr. Talks-About-Sobriety-But-Ends-Up-Smoking; no cigs
But I’ve tried them before,
They taste like death and so I threw it on the floor,
Can I live?
Kickin’ cats out the door since the age of six,
How many kids?
Show of hands, have told themselves they’d never do drugs?
I can’t be, the only one,
Now I continue to toke and shrug
People on the streets be watchin’ me
Don’t get too close, I know you know I smell like weed,
Insert Kermit drinking Lipton Tea
Feeling froggy?
Then jump why don’t you?
Scared to see me?
Yeah I would be too; I could use a pair of bifocals
Lost in the haze, reflecting on-my, old ways,
Someone said “What happened to you? You changed”
I replied with Because drug$, with a dolla sign at the end,
You ain’t any better; judging from the outside without lookin’ in
That got me cheesed ’cause when I blow money, on trees,
All of a sudden I’m sussy and they look at me funny
Humans are a difficult breed to understand,
They were born to be rugid,
And, they take advantage of you whenever they can
Life’s too short, to be stressin’,
Over little shit,
I know at the beginnin’,
I sounded like a hypocrite
But bay-beh,
As of late-leh,
Dave- eh’s,
Been blazin’,
Blant-leh
Go hate meh,
I love it,
I made myself, out of somethin’
Without music, I’d be nothin’
Prolly be at home, pushin’ my little cousin
Like he pushes buttons
What!

[Hook:]
Residents that like to test me (Yeah)
I’m after residents that (Einsteinism) like to test me (Yeah)
I’m after residents that like to test me (Yeah)
I’m after annoying fuckin’ (Yo-yo-yo, yo!) residents that like to test me

[Verse 2:]
My pen game; immaculate
Prolly ’cause Allen Iverson,
Taught me to keep practisin’
So, I’ve been ballin’ since,
No, I’m not tall,
Some, could call me av-er-age,
I had a teacher!
Who told me that I look sketchy,
Well I suspect you want me to be preppy,
Fuck you; I’ll die before I become that dressy!
The universe throws stones while I’m stoned, can I handle it?
Turn into Super Someone, become a grown up and manage it!
Who could’ve guessed,
Me being obsessed, over a quest, to be expressed,
Lost my fav-our-ite,
Golden brace-a-let,
Move forward? I was re-pressed,
My faith was assessed,
Failed the day I lost Je-sus,
Couldn’t wait to figure out why that shit happened,
May-be-I-was-slackin’,
I’m stupid, I’m hardly hispanic,
I’m white, so they treat me like Hamlet,
I’m like, John Lennon, but in an, Army jacket,
Hypoallergenically washed in the finest deter-gent!
As winter approaches!
I’ll kick you to the curb, er, cement?
Shit, I thought you would appreciate “Dead Residents,” but no?
Fack aff..

[Bridge:] (x2)
Annoying fuckin’ residents that like to test me

[Hook 2:]
I’m after residents that like to test me (Yeah) (x3)
I’m after annoying fuckin’ residents that like to test me

[Verse 3:]
I plead the, fif, amendment
Because I’m going to commit,
Terrible actions, I’ll give you insight on just a fraction,
Of my plan that splits heads like the “i” in action,
Should I rewind my rhyme?
Fack that,
My title is the EinsteinOfRap,
A wise guy who tries to be nice and,
Recognizes how high he can,
Function at,
Don’t chu know I’m a gringo lookin’ aristocrat?
Since birth I knew I was gonna be the man,
DLP is low-key a proper diplomat,
Every time I sneeze, I get mad,
Miroku taught me that it means you’re catching a cold or that,
People are talking behind your back,
Which pretty much sums up how real people are, fuck Math!
Shout out to Carino,
That penguin lookin’ fuck,
Had turned me into a good-fell-a,
Eventually I fell in love,
With the-drugs,
Too inspired by Don Corleone; meaning I-was-tough,
‘Til I,
Got tired of Toronto residents,
Yeezus, for president, I’m serious,
Fuck tha police,
Word to N.W.A and rest in peace, Eazy-E,
Sheesh!

[Bridge:] (x4)
Annoying fuckin’ residents that like to test me

[Hook 3:]
I’m after residents that like to test me (Yeah) (x7)
I’m after annoying fuckin’ residents that like to test me

94) “Five Fingerz of Death”

94) Five Fingerz of Death
(Exibit DLP / Slaughter / 4:20 Blaze It /Here, Weed, Go! / Dead Residents)
By: Johnny Blaze

*1. Exhibit C instrumental by Jay Electronica*

[Intro:] (Exibit DLP Freestyle)
Man, it’s been a minute,
Not gonna lie
I feel that I just enjoy taking the time to make music work
It has to be natural, but at the same time,
It has to hit me with an enormous amount of inspiration to go through with an idea
So lets get lost like kids at Ikea
(Find me)

[Verse 1:]
Find me at the bridge packin’ Weed-O’s for breakfast
A satisfactory taste,
Chew some gum to increase the pressure
By lunch, I’ll be high,
Chasing honeys in my mind,
Only thing that surrounds me are these bees but these b’s are in disguise
They like to bandwagon on whoever’s so hot
Then a week from now, you’re looked at as a hater; s/o to Meek Milli for keepin’ it real, like it or not
Seen CyHi go on IG; let L.I.O.N. drop
Right at the same time, I hear a pop,
Next thing you know there’s little piggies in the sky
You can’t chop them down but that choppa sound proves piggies can fly

*scratch, scratch, scratch*

*2. Lil’ Piggies instrumental by Joell Ortiz & !llmind*

[Bridge:]
Where the fuck is my lighter at, fuck!

Fuck it,

[Verse 2:] (Slaughter Freestyle)
Y’all can’t fathom my desire to win!
I carry my own weight like the trainers at my gym!
Life will pass by you!
Sometimes it will get violent,
You might even cry, it’s the truth!
Shady guy wearing shades at night
Like Justin Timberlake in Dior shape,
Next to Hova in a clean suit and tie
That’s still to come though if I’m not mistaken,
Three little piggies in a barn,
Set your alarm to “BAKE” den,
I wonder why like a Common dreamer
I seem to be getting lost in my thoughts like at night when I’m gone,
My mic skills are raw,
Like Jake Gyllenhaal,
In Southpaw!
We blaze to the rhythm of the next beat,
Light a doobie,
Get all groovy, if you’re feeling me

*scratch, scratch, scratch*

*3. Son of a Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield*

[Bridge 2:]
Oh hey, found my lighter!
But the beat still goin’

[Verse 3:] (4:20 Blaze It Freestyle)
Yeyeye,
I figured out that Cypress Hill sampled this
Gonna give it a shot like Diego at Gabbys,
Lips,
On the Tequila,
I’ve come across many thotties,
But it’d be lovely to have my own señorita
‘Til then,
I’mma just keep l-i-v-i-n’,
Don’t come at me with drama or beef,
My only interests are prosper and to maintain my zen
Will you join me?
Used to wrap my papers around a pen,
Guess that explains why my writing is so dope
And we still vibin’ and toke-in’,
Excuse me as I must take a hit of this fine joint that I’m hold-in’

*lights joint*
*inhales*

*4. Here We Go instrumental by Mac Miller*

*exhales*
*coughs repeatedly*

[Verse 4:] (Here, Weed, Go! Freestyle)
100 Grand Kids…
Thanks Mac for dropping a new joint,
Finna go O.D. in the A.M. like I’m ScHoolboy
My I.Q. is as high as Malcolm’s,
Walk in the night wearing shades like Walter White,
Reese, do we (Doowie) have a problem?
You won’t like the outcome
Staring me down like a falcon,
Never lip sync but tonight, I’m watching Fallon
Hold your controller,
I’m immortal, like Hulk Hogan
Second thought, he’s a racist, ironic that “Brother!” used to be his slogan
Me and my brother went from zonin’ to buying each other clothes
We may be blood but we both know how to make each other explode
Like The White House in that movie with Jamie Foxx and Channing Tatum
This weed?
Tastes yum
Blowin’ smoke towards my neighbours house
Do me a favour,
Don’t do me no favours,
I’ll handle your bitch like she’s my spouse
I’m like Jigga in ’96
That was the year I was born; fuckin’ lit!
Haha!

*scratch, scratch, scratch*

*5. Dead Presidents II Instrumental by Jay-Z*

[Verse 5:] (Dead Residents Freestyle)
And I’m after residents that like to test me
Knock on my front door,
Ring my bell,
Then they just leave
Jehovah’s witness with a pamphlet in hand
I see you from my bedroom window,
I’m creepin’ on the come up like Bone Thugs with a bag of the greenest endo
That’s why people erk like the nerd who’s the son of a Winslow
Fuck, my pen broke,
Guess I gotta go again so,
Let me vent from within lord,
God, I come to you as a sinner,
I believe I’m destined to be a winner,
Even if I gotta go through hell,
Fuck it, life’s been grimmer
I know in the bible, little David slays Goliath,
That means I should be King,
What would happen if people praise me, like the Messiah?
My heart stronger than a giant,
And just so I don’t sound biased,
I’mma have the beat drop,

[Verse 6:] (Acapela)
Lift my soul up,
Reasons why David in the bible was crowned “the highest”
We about to keep the high going!
Freestyling for free,
Tune out if you feel my style is boring!
Check my words of wisdom out
Some women are like a sweet tooth,
They ache unless they use drugs; word of mouth
My provocative words literally roll off the tongue,
Suck on this,
Bitches,
Rave girls in the sun,
Y’all like to slop on dick,
Pacifers, and the blunt
I’m done!

[Outro:]
Five fingers,
In Miley Cyrus,
Just spittin’
Now I’m slimer
Can’t retire,
Bow down and call me sire
(Fuckin’ Lit!)
(Johnny Blaze bitch!)

59) “A Twitter Cypher”

A Twitter Cypher
By: Johnny Blaze and JDF

[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

[JDF:]
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

[JDF:]
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

[JDF:]
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:]
Wowzers
“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

[JDF:]
“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

[JDF:]
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

[JDF:]
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

[JDF:]
‘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

[JDF:]
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

[JDF:]
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

58) “A Freestyle About Nothin'”

58) A Freestyle About Nothin’
By: Johnny Blaze

When my mind reaches it’s full potential,
I have the ability to write what’s inside my mental,
Which is an essential,
The fundamentals of being a writer,
Is to be one with your mind and in due time,
You’ll be fine,
Drink coke with the lime,
Write another rhyme,
Don’t commit any crimes,
Just write a lot of lines about pussy, money, weed,
Happy 4/20! Will I get high? Naturally!
Actually, I rap drastically
Fans can call my style wicked and catastrophically, logically, and relatable too,
So you can listen while pissin’ in a urinal, it’s true
I’m a long haired warrior; Roman Reigns
A woman with beautiful eyes shall remain,
Sane, I’ll be your Superman, be my Lois Lane,
Dang,
Superfly like Jimmy, weed loud like Whitney,
I used to have a shaved head no Britney,
Can’t fuck a white bitch ’cause she reigns from Whitby
To be or not to be that is the question,
I’m just a human being, not aiming for perfection,
Rather suplexin’ anybody that tries to question my way of livin’
You think I’m soft, but watch, you won’t be saying grace on Thanksgivin’
Lord willin’ I don’t break your legs,
I’m peaceful, so to speak hoe,
You gotta go upside down and drink from the kegs
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
Smoking the ganja, grind up a nug,
You feelin’ real snug, pussy tight like the cocoon of a bug
10:40PM my brother eating CT crunch
Belly so big, you woulda thought he had lunch, brunch, and managed to squeeze in dessert and for the worst part,
He smells like a fat kid who acts ratchet
Bury me one and I’ll bury you son
I am the sun, number one, bound for greatness
I know a chick who will probably read this and say “I hate this”
Or we can pretend that I didn’t write that,
Knew from day one I’d be like Matt
Matt? Chubs?
He’s got a great heart and for the most part,
He just wants to get his dick wet for his better interest no taxes included,
Kinda like the government sending me tax influence
Fuck the government, if they send me money for real,
I’ll act like Evander; knock them into a Holyfield
At the beginning of this verse I mentioned a member from The Shield,
Roman Reigns? Lois Lane? Scroll up, you’ll remember the ordeal
EinsteinOfRap, Johnny Blaze or DLP,
Remember my name is my name look out for the D, LP
Grunt like Rick Ross? Stop it, you’re a cop aye?
Officer, Wale hands on him if Stalley has no Gunplay?
Reach a bill like Meek Mill
I see Rockie’s Fresh rolling with Maybach O, 
French Montana is a traitor, still fucking with Diddy and Bad Boy bro
I’ve never seen a rapper wear a chain with a peace sign,
They drive Bugatti’s, Ferrari’s, Maybach’s, but I’m okay with driving a Nissan
If this is Total Slaughter, ask Royce to bring five 9’s,
One for every member of Slaughterhouse, and one will be mine
Kendrick don’t go to School, boy, now his I.Q. Is Ab-soulutely Rocked like Jay,
I’m TBE, no TDE,
Floyd got money he doesn’t need no TD, G!
I’m so pale you could say I’m a bucket
But fuck it, your bitch basic, she loves butt fuckin’
Show your cards, your poker face? Man you bluffin’!
Stop cussin’ I’m bussin’ it to back to school
And duel any fool that claims their Blue Eyes got Dragons too
Ye, ye, went to Dragon beach in the Summer and smoked a blunt during the week
-end, KC came along, that’s Kryzanne Cristobal
No fortune, I’m tellin’ you she’s doper than a crystal ball
Write in a composition book? Sorry no thanks,
I know that’s Daniela Beca’s blog title
But there ain’t enough pages for me to write
-In, this a freestyle about noth-in’
Grow my hair like Asher Roth
Get all the Tangerine Girls and put one finger in the air just like this
Then I’m gon’ pull it, yes I’m gon; pull it, yes I will pull it, yes I will pull,
-The plug on the stereotype that taking a year off to work then go to College is something most slack in, then they won’t be eager to learn some knowledge?
Bullshit, do you even know who I am?
The procrastinating King dude I can do well under pressure; Dodge Ram
Bam, told y’all motherfuckers I would make it big
My blog doin’ numbers from Canada to Sweden kid,
I’m living Proof that being Bizarre is Kuniva
Open the Porter, see Eminem eat M&Ms, even a Kon Artist can be a Godiva
It’s safe to say, I ran out of material so I guess I’ll pick up this razor blade, cut space and go David Blaine,
So that mean I’m gonna disappear from the atmosphere
But this a freestyle from the top of my dome,
Told my Mama I ain’t coming home
Cause I’m King David, here I am, sittin’ in my throne
I’m so high up but watch out, I’m getting into my zone
Don’t judge me because I am stoned,
And yet somehow, some way,
My blog is going around the globe…

Woah.

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

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

[Intro:]
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
No?
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
God…
Jesus…
Faith…
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”
No!
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
Maine,
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…

[Outro:]
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