2013 Jan - Blackest Sheep Verse 1 (Not fitting in with the real world) Ever since my first days I was just odd Played the outcast - like a full-time job Dungeons and dragons and shoes of velcro White chile in the 'burbs but born in the ghetto Style so old it was carbon dated I listened to the music that everyone hated 'fore hip-hop was make believe Tape'in songs from the radio back in ‘83 Lego space ships of grand design Got to find a safe place like inside my mind Strummin guitar for imagination NES and comics were my best vacations Got a little older – and grew my hair long I hid inside the bottle – I hid inside a bong Hid inside women – and I hide inside songs Lotsa dark places – never I belong Cho 1 I don’t fit in - Can you tell me why? I don’t fit in - Is it just my poisoned mind? I don’t fit in - Can you tell me why? I don’t fit in Verse 2 (How I deal) Fast forward a bit to the future that’s present I found a family in some nerdy conventions I found a program where my function is called A solution to a maze that could never be solved Yeah I don’t fit in but I march to my own tunes I stick to my guns and always keep it true I’m quirky as fuck – but I wear that shit proud If you fit with this – you’re welcome in our crowd (half-tempo) I spit who I am – straight down to the bone I preside over no one – on a self-made loner throne pwnin nobody but these beats and these words If you’re down with this - then give it to the nerds Cho 2 I don’t fit in - Can you tell me why? I don’t fit in - Is it just my poisoned mind? I don’t fit in - Can you tell me why? I don’t fit in - Is it just my per-spect-ive? I don’t fit in - Can you tell me why? I don’t fit in - Is it just the words I use? I don’t fit in - Socially I don't connect I don’t fit in - Can you tell me why? Can you tell me why Can you tell me why

This beat is a fight theme in a vivid dream With imaginary screams from a monster I create The thoughts I circulate are counterfeit and bogus No one seems to notice when it gets outta hand It makes for a tough competition with the lights out running around blind with a map that I can't understand The rhythm I dance to is a time bomb tickin' the pickin's are slim as I recalibrate my vision What this means I can't make peace but I push myself hard to perfect techniques of safe release fractured pieces come together to revitalize and just like that I know it sounds crazy a lightswitch flips from nightmare to amazing This one is about a depression - how its a bad dream - that reality gets distorted and I don't know the good thoughts from the bad ones It needs to end in a way where I find the light again - and wake up - in a place where the sunshine is warm

------------------------------------------------------------- Verse 1 The coin makes a sound as it drops through the slot Biological resistance up against the robots Grab the joystick - fingers hover over buttons like it didn't cost nothin - I'd play like a glutton intruder must not escape - as I fight the computer game over - Got the humanoid - got the intruder its not about victory - its all about score Its a quality in games you don't see anymore Avoid the Gorilla board after board Jumpman hopping barrels points is the reward Now we call him Mario - cultural icon In two thousand eighty four man perfects the Robotrons ------------------------------------------------------------- Cho Hypnotized by the flashing glow I got a stash a quarters that's ready to go Pixels shifting - dancing sprites I'll top the high score by the end of the night ------------------------------------------------------------- Verse 2 Beware flashing monsters - changing to dangerous colors Single player mode - cause I don't play well with others Nonexistent cheat codes continues or strategy guides Entering - initials is my claim and my pride Pookas and Fygars exploding in Dig Dug Adventures in arcades felt like a drug The atmosphere was twilight zone mixed with some Vegas Isometric Q-bert levels and a new swearing language Laundromats, party stores arcades full blown Spy Hunter weapon truck, oil, smoke, and boat Boy vs software - First generation AI A frog, his girlfriend, lily pads and flies ------------------------------------------------------------- Verse 3 Captured fighter - hit percentage and challenging stage Galaga was ultimate shooting enemy waves Defending from aliens mutants with hyperspace Turbo and Pole Position taught me how to race Never underestimate the Centipede spider on a quest for treasure we got Karnov spitting fire Missile trails thermonuclear battery ballistic Command the crosshair to avoid the apocalyptic Credit after credit fed reflexes and timing Zaxxon and Solar Warrior for outer space flying Challenge and amusement engaging and entertaining If you got skills put a quarter up and play me -------------------------------------------------------------

*V1*********************************************************** alarm clock blaring – while mY life’s glaring at me naked gOt ideas to deliver and others to keep sacred gotta wake up qUick and stArt dReamin again grab a pEn and start sketchin – stretchin to be breathin again in the world of pretend its time to send fresh ideas to Defend against trends magic marker scribbling tO reveal hidden messages thought imPulses transform into life-like appEndages mad flavor adding to the pot until the plot thickens flow a beat until it sickens like raw infected chickens [22] Cho My pencil’s like a rocket and my paper a launch pad Music is the engine with microphone ignition An idea the payload - understanding is the mission Gonna break light speed so the universe can listen! Gonna break light speed so the universe can get in! Gonna break light speed so the universe can get it! *V2*********************************************************** Survival rate - given enough time For everyone it - plummets to zero Hiding inside the hero Is a whack thought to give up quit say chuck it I'm more rugged than that Wouldn't quite say tough Definitely made of sterner stuff I wanna find new life Devour every classic Explore cosmic secrets Discover strange planets Lights flicker before the liftoff Putin nerves in a ready state Lets contempate existence Before the booster jets start to fade I get afraid when the fuselage is shakin But best not be mistakin When I'm switchin off these fears Takin' way too many years To unplug my targeting computer I don't need a viewer of the future When the evidence is right here *V3********************************************************** Solid ground you know the feet level Settle for nothing less than gold medals With a pitiful band of salvage part rebels Picked over clean from Gotham's rich ghettos Diamonds in the trash - stashed for safe passage Burn with the fury clear as this message Fixed my ish from the sifting through the wreckage steppin up hard to defeat a life challenge Voyage ready to go - who's comin with me Leach on my glow - to add to my ability To a point where its killin me Make power from the loss of it Death in the opposite Flowing energy faucet This is the concept Now lets put it in the rocket ************************************************************

**************Verse 1************** Science - - overcomes me suddenly Gravity and workload smother me Biological craft to color the drudgery Neurological crash I need a stunning recovery Structure is puzzling with riddles a plenty Alien pedigree - Is this Axis of energy Ally or enemy? Mental apogee as I decode the signal Transmission such a tricky enigma Source pinpointed - farthest reaches of deep space Gotta keep pace before the data mutates It’s like a life form born in stasis The answer to the riddle hiding in plain sight Like white on white - pain on pure fight in dark hours Dark powers drawn from every dark void Black holes drinking bottomless glasses of photon mass Expanding universe conquering vacuum Disease eats at starvation Evidence of birth from the death of what is empty I’ll translate the message - You explain why it sent me **************CHORUS************** Who are you? . . .and what will you do When I destroy . . . the planet that made you? First I'll show you how good it can be . . .then laugh in your face when you worship me **************Verse 2************** I want to beleive - *[XF Theme]* Shouldn't we all wanna believe in humans This alien race wants us in ruins I'm trying to find a way So that we can be immune Fighting back hard with intelligent tunes How do you start a conversation with another species? An entity dreaming - projects thoughts and feelings Ideas translate like speaking in graffiti They see us as animals - not even barbaric I tried to plead that some of our art has merrit On a scale of thousands they rank evolutionary progress Takes a guess where we're at? - We rated in the teens They wanna send in machines to harvest us for protein Because of obscene levels of fear Fear of other cultures - fear of skin tone "genocidal tendencies" - inscribed on our tombstone **************Verse 3************** Distracted driving ourselves into the ground Lets get a round of applause for our destructors Listen to the sounds of extermination so exciting at this exclusive extinction event Our own xenophobic medicine tastes like everlasting torment with Poetic justice for all The planet's falling has a root cause no clause loophole or recourse to dispute laws Our fatal flaws are essentially friendly fire Tearing down one another when we should inspire But we feast on the pain like vultures Ugly sculptures have taken over in place of our reflections The alien conclusion after deep inspection Quarantine with self eradication Calculations for the decay of radiation In the future - they'll bring their kids here for vacation

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- v1 Inside there's a me that doesn't wanna believe - help me tear it out and let it bleed Nightmares built on vacant pain shapeless - faithless trains that scream and play wasted Selfish lies live in shadows of the vagrants - angry Padawan hates to feel his patience Banshees drawn to masochistic entertainment - marionettes barb the hooks and set the cadence Shovel through the mud to sharpen my resolve - clear past the ice to penetrate the thaw Anything to hide my eyes to stay fameless - whispers aim to keep my Gods nameless ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chorus Does everything happen for a reason? Or is that just how. . . We cope with the world's attempts to bring us down. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- v2 Outside there's a world that doesn't wanna be seen - help me me draw it in and never let it leave Clutch this dark side or maybe let it loose - easier seductive path is a good excuse Poisoned kites that fly without pilots - junkyard cars that rust to my defiance Speed-bumps course correction is it guidance? - are these plot twists just tricky science? Another job loss to kill another song - Or do I just let it go to clear away the fog Anything to hide my eyes to stay fameless - whispers aim to keep my Gods nameless ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- V3 Win or lose - we got no fucking choice sometimes rising sun - or falling - planets still align Dreams and signs - - that push and guide our lives Forces and vibes that glide when no one drives Sometimes we fall hard - - to sweeten the surprise Sometimes we die a little - - to know that we're alive The dark one gunning for madness - the light disintegrates the pain to keep the balance Psi-vamp feeding on blackness - dissipate the void to neutralize the malice The dark one gunning for madness - the light disintegrates the pain to keep the balance ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Verse 1 6Cide: Sync a sample of my sound to the Martian through the satellite He can grab a bite just to satisfy my appetite He knows I'm samurai I know he's gamma light Shooting off gamma rays with my grammar play Gotcha eyes open wide like a face inside anime Vibe a rhyme on a Nano-wave No DSL on the DL like a manta ray sinking Yo Empire proceed with creative linking. . . Empire: Satellite uplink with unified topics Telepathic mic pass feels like I'm gonna drop it Remove the synthetic before it hides in your product With hand crafted organic gigantic bullets and rockets Cleaning whack images distorted with static By dissolving their agenda like acid on plastic We push this revolution with anthems and logic . . .and ideas that empower like an antibiotic Cho Inviting and waiting like an input cursor blinking Free from the Matrix while we're creative linking We stream pure thought ripe for mental drinking Wisdom divine while we're creative linking We network with minds open that be thinking Safety on all fronts when we're creative linking Verse 2 6Cide: Telekasiamese brothers Corsican Feel like inside I force again Yo that's word to Yoda Getting empire drunk of makers mark no soda Only 1886 coca cola We all stars now In the dope game That whole company was built off the cocaine Empire: Hit the brakes - I think we need to switch to the slow lane 6Cide: Empire get out of my head you not Rogaine Empire: In an ocean of dark space we kick start this process Where time fibers break us from the demons that boss us A monolith summoned to knock our souls into psychosis Where light loses focus, suffocates and chokes us Drowning and boat-less we levitate with synergy Sipping on the energy that comes from common vision Precision alliance to share this light and make it brighter Shining beams upon our beats to make our word flows get tighter Cho Verse 3 In this cold hell I pencil spells like penicillin Setting souls free with chance of rebellion Healing wounds, striking back while the sheep continue chillin Meanwhile. . . Major labor villains make a killin the wrong way Bland a grey, little to say, top 40 garbage plays long with strong pay Thousands of cheap clones with weak bones Annoying ring tones on throwaway phones Still we rhyme furious Maniacally passionate Word pallet succulent and hungry to crush it My thoughts are freely shared but never are they rented Even blind mice can see it's fresh and lemon scented This flow started sweet - but now its been fermented Build rapport while you drink Rich and heavy like we pour . . . and if we share the same perspective Take the keys to my head and view it unprotected Cho

Robot dot exe version 4.24 Deep roots without water - Optics without light Needing solar energy but its permanent midnight The moon is hangin down and the hour is none trying to break the cycle but there's too much friction Running hard - running deep - horizon looking bleak Falling on their face down the barrel of a losing streak Coolant running dry - heat a dire symptom temperature activates the weapon tracking systems Proximity chooses victims With Borg like brutality The closer that you are - The more likely your fatality Sanity grip unravels - while I battle my humanity When advanced cybernetics doubt their personality Emotional void from lack of love and nourishment (so) When they're given high props they feel zero encouragement Arc flash - overloads the heart and it collapses Darkness dances on the graves of their enhancements Rusty innard leakage - breakin down self-esteem to blackness Makes a box that shackles like thoughts and straight jackets Encryption codes totally lost that undo this evil sequence These cats are genius but they only see their weakness 20 Chorus Cry with me for all the lost robots Dead to the world for swallowing the program Cry with me for all the lost robots Dead to the world executed slowly V2 If I could hack and mod them - I would but I can't - why? Am I broken myself - eyes (glowing) red like a bad guy Got an “S” on my chest but I can't fly Retrofit me fast and some bolt on upgrades When the drugs fade I'm still just a rust grave But only on tough days and today's not one of 'em Strong fleet of carbon machines I see struggle-in Kids with strong magic think they have to muggle it Vision is melting from the fumes and blisters Increasingly hard to spot the machine killing triggers Man it figures - all the exits are hidden and no one has the concept to believe that they exist Droids and girls are so happy getting pissed When there's a hand that helps they only see a fist Chorus Subpar coding premium grade material Customer service set to adversarial Premature burial when system corrupts the signal Gave the wires a jiggle but it's never quite that simple Confidant to deadly friend in a couple of quick cycles Courageous Autobot now a twisted faced psycho Like geth on tilt - behind remote controlled reapers The machine is amok - off to slice up its keepers Like metal in a mosh pit – no kill switch or diagnostic There's nothing we can do now - this one has lost it Send the big guns - thank you for your co-operation Robot invasion laser satellite to save us Big brother’s past watching - now he's participating Not just masturbation - we got full on penetration No citizens are fooled – we know we're screwed if they continue We know which plug to really pull . . and we see the shrinking window prepare for the inferno till we feel the dark crescendo

I'm surrounded my hands are up My temples pound I've had enough Had too much Too many sucker punches One too many baseless grudges Crushed hard by hard crushes and losing royal flushes I need new brushes to paint my life without frustrating smudges I need bunches of crutches Caffeine, Jim Beam and cigarette rushes And entourage of lushes, pelvic nudges and passion clutches Another lover smother loving crystal clear coverings To escape my due discovery my heart continues fluttering

****************VERSE 1**************** Panic straight through - from my feet to my eyes Dead dreams rotting - eggs laid - and drawing flies The ghost won't rise - give up and face demise Time to exorcise this demon and join sides Take over this underworld and find the missing prize Lost Souls sing a chorus of haunted cries Small fries breaking their backs to live larger Upsize - paths blocked to go farther Laser eyes with armor - razor chain whipping captors We need sniper archers to hit these fascist bastards Computer spell casters to sabotage the masters Glass crafters fix a broken lens of truth Leave a better situation for the up and coming youth With every toxic overlord swinging from a noose ****************CHORUS**************** Can't find my way Can't find my way outta here A Maze of passages every one the same Rage gets packaged up to take it to the grave ****************VERSE 2**************** Listen to the drum - Listen to the drum Drive nails into the coffin Human hampster wheels looking for repreive We just wanna leave The center of the universe - we're clearly farthest from Listen to the drum - Listen to the drum Living in the shadows - working underground Kick em while they're down - the portions always lacking Keep em weak and begging - then hit 'em with a cave in Its a no escape prison - with erosion on the nerves Punish and enslave not protect and serve blured lines and deadly curves Confusing times dreadfully absurd like my words in your synapses with imolation waiting in the gaps getting ready for collapse Where's the Tool to bust the traps? Where's the doors and treasure maps? Where's the reset to the timer to the trigger of my relapse?

Verse 1 The pool of tears that I’m wading in - keeps on getting deeper The ties are being cut - on what I thought was a keeper Kneeling on my stand – crawl – sit - run Letting out these sour feelings tastes a bit like fun I shouldn’t get none - I’m stunned and full of empty promise I’m cold – I’m broken - my innocence is smokin I keep pokin at the smoldering dead ashes Like oceans of fear when life boats are rationed I hope it crashes and floods drown the masses But I’m the captain never looking for a fight Ready to ignite to the heat of white light Night time is full of rain and shade Who’s got it made? The glade fades into the grays I should have stayed to see if I got paid But I’m tired and jaded - ready to give in If I cash in my chips - is that such a sin? Chorus Gonna die again fading farther from the master plan Think I’m gonna crash gonna burn coulda ran quick Shoulda waited longer before I thought to taste it Intuition’s wrong, intuition’s wasted Verse 2 The yellow light flashes as my vehicle aproaches The air gets colder as the evil it encroaches There’s a house party pumpin and the path is lookin clear Feelin in my being hiding farthest from fear The doorknob turns – with no creakin on the hinges As the lights go dim I find I’ve found the darker of the fringes Dusted - - surroundings can’t be trusted Rusted - - the ladder up is busted Phase shift vision weak in a blurry blanket haze Web glimmer hypnotist shifting mist to hardened ground Wrists kissed with poisoned lips now mine can’t make a sound Burning – comfounded - - death bed in the making Streaming lies compound the truth my brain it must be faking Long legs, four pair ready to begin Next of kin? You’re kidding right? There’s no body in the tin… Next of kin? You’re kidding right? There’s no body in the tin… Take a step back and FEEL me burn… Solo Verse 3 At the bottom of the underworld - no rhythm – no motion Altogether lost with fermented grain potion With notion of suicide there’s a light that keeps me flowin I stumble on through darkness never knowin where I’m goin Blown motor in my car homeless with no destiny Expelled, last in my class with a rush of crushed tenacity A blast from the past cast at terminal velocity My dad caught a bullet from a hand in my family My brother lost his life like the hand that he was gambling Rambling mis-handling trampled by the whack shoes Track a lack of progress with the money that I’m owin you This trigger has a safety called this flowin that I’m showin you Survivin quite clearly on a marginal basis sewin my oats to see the look on upon their faces The flames scream hotter every time I feel them burn But I know I’m getting stronger every time that I return Written Dec 2001-August 30th 2002 some more on 2012_10_05

Got the l33t code writers easter eggin mackin Hiding beats inside your games to play when your attackin Tapin buttons to some bass to maximize your action Smart bombs smackin when my hackers they be crackin Hear what I’m trackin and with your biggest guns strappin Rippin levels into dust with the sounds of my yakin And on your leader-boards let me know what’s happenin If I’m not in your clan – its ‘cause I’m too busy rappin

I think this was the second song that I made. Still before I added words to anything.

At the turn of the millennium(ish) I drank a lot. I woke up one Sunday with a hangover and made this. It was originally supposed to be about . . . waiting for a response when you spill your guts. . . via e-mail.