RIP! Manifesto
-a poem
Finding rhymes
has never been easy,
but you see,
it's just cause the name's not breezy...
i don't let the lips slip that sink empires.
keep the isht close,
when you start the fire
never admit to it...
deny everything!
It's the best defense.
whatcha gonna do?
Just jump the fence,
if they close the gates..
up the stakes..
Destroy the crates
and explode the speakers...
if a boy, he flex, best stomp on his sneakers..
show 'nuff respect to kings,
flame on to jesters and quislings:
if you can't look in the eye
you got something to hide
and i've got the force that comes from the source
to detect all deception.
No need to mention
skills acquired reading the i-ching
twenty years of merging all styles
into a new thing
i'm here to bring a global mindscape
multi-reality psychotronic diabolical breakbeat
from the streets decayed, as bass-winds play
through concrete canyons,
echoing across vans and cars;
and skaters and haters; angels with tattoos
and mirrorfaced empire vaders,
all thrown into mixes created seamless...
What you mean this isht is illegal?!
i really don't care if you steal:
Once it's released
to the universe,
what rights have you to
imprison the idea or put it in a hearse;
maybe lock it in a vault... well if i can't makey money
monkey's still gonna makey makey,
it's a sickness,
it ain't really my fault...
It's a poor people's paradise,
and my gift's too create, from any found
object or sound,
from alley's steel or digital
i try to elevate the state
The mind time's more important
than your construct of laws,
and this lesson's critical...
I don't care what you all do to it
as soon as i find it
it's mine and i'm gonna retrofit remix and do something new to it
that the creator never sparked into being
these things are just thoughts, no need
to fear them; unless, of course,
you're standing too near them
as they explode into new ones
inside your medulla;
start measuring things by a brand new ruler;
A new way of thinking,
that starts out blinking,
on and off,
like a light bulb in the dark. . .
Hark! Hark!
Hear the satellites sing
as the virus infected
starts to remix and bring
up new configurations
of forms and flows
switching around quick
as the wind blows...
Sudden
new directions...
New Paths...
New territories are born,
and amidst new myths and stories,
you find yourself walking into a new forum,
surrounded by like minds
communicating without even speaking:
playing ideas just like in the bead-game...
I never battle,
you see i don't need fame:
I'm planting seeds for future generations:
To be dug up in archaedubological excavations;
maybe broadcast by alien stations...
All art is samples:
I'll give an example:
"I think very deeply",
was once quoted by me...
But i give respect to the teacher,
the preacher,
the child, the gods
and all true souls,
no matter coming from when,
where, whence forth, or how old,
still hope you're turning that found science
into untold alliances
with whom-so-ever sees
If you got ears to hear
then rise up off you knees!