Forever is a lifetime
Single take, degraded quality recording. Just do, don’t stop.
By the grace of God
If I can I will,
Let my light shine
Brighter than your eyes can see,
My rays of intellect,
Further than that lazy eight – infinity,
Recreate myself through digital tones,
Here in flesh,
Flesh and bones…
Iscer on a path to create a future where i-Robots moan,
Give me a microphone and feed me,
Close my eyes to subtract the lies and face facts,
No use trying you fake cats,
I repeat, playback
Let my thoughts guide your vision,
Born Afro-sapien, God-body flowing through my system,
The wisdom penetrates your skin,
like Amore, Je Et Taim, I Love You.
No use trying to run from it,
It’ll become you.
A fallen angel
Just trying to find my way back to the grace of God,
I’m perfectly broken,
Allah U Akhbar,
And the industries fall to the cries of unborn children,
Born to a slave state
Of an Earth-bound prison.
Rivers don’t flow anymore.
They bleed crimson.
And the clouds aren’t real,
And the trees are still standing,
And inflation of the ego is the problem,
These animals are so damn demanding.
“Man what am I doing? I can’t stand it!” “Let go”
Multitudes of conscious thought,
My body fought,
Tried to stop the soul,
But the thoughts just turned to God’s cross,
Sorta like a shepard searching for sheep,
Lost, and at what cost?
A delicate decibel,
Intertwined with tender lifestyles,
My friends paid the price with fake smiles,
This is coming from an evolved Afro-sapien,
“theshinjukueffect” simply changing the pace,
To allow the slow to administer thought,
I’m not your store-bought figure of eight,
Size perfect stereotype,
I use my stereo instead to create hype out of God’s light.
And it came to my hand,
By the touch of a can,
Scratch of a pencil or scroll of a mouse,
Unlike these ego-kittens,
I don’t give a fuck
If I live in this Dirty South,
My mouth is censored,
All because simple people want Complex things,
I don’t understand so instead I bring stings
Abraham had a sheep in his day,
This human body since birth
Is starting to decay…
This human body since birth
Is starting to decay…
This human body since birth
Is starting to decay…
This human body since birth….. “Wake Up”
They just split the atom
And their minds couldn’t fathom,
And the East gets bigger
And the Earth gets sicker,
The quicker the rift gets cut swift or shot with trigger,
The richer, we all can be…
in the face of adversity,
most mufuckers move nervously,
i move constant
with a purpose
maybe you dont see,
cause your eyes
only catch the light that you expect
so when this crazy type of cat moves you to the depth,
it’s like senses be deprecated
paint images over all the senses
all over the pretend shit
now realise the mechanism
seen apocalyptic shit
we cataclysm – aint no way we falling victim
truth in the after life
the system that controlling powers chose to use
i understood the system
so with love and hate
they let me choose
like a palette
with all sorts of colours in your spectrum
i picked up a guitar
and understood the music minus the plectrum
born from a sperm and egg
but only the birth concept led me astray
its like the niyaat always been there
and nowadays its got 8 months till its about prepared
and i used to be scared
of the premonitions
the self doubt,
now into a point of view that forces me eliminate doubt
and back to fundamentals,
and back to back spin
of a fraction why i always felt alien,
like homo sapien
wondering that the highest evolution is a bank balance
i get off tangent
and question why they didnt recognize their own talent
cause a slave check
do shit, so i can survive
play to those rules,
so that apparently my fam can strive,
under what regime,
nigga like me
before it became a buzz word,
before your media
evaluated my self worth,
calm like a bomb,
blessed and hated my self curse,
hung in gallow,
saw the meadow,
sheep seemed shallow,
so no type of shepard would I step up to.
Only the grace of god,
would i ever look up to,
and its not what you see on you television screen
I scream in daydreams,
to make you understand the seams,
cause its a
that we all buying into,
its no new revelation,
but its seems we dont really want to,
disect and interject,
its like these days everybody just buying fake respect,
and it’s not about a “like”
it that we all alike,
riding on this mechanical bike,
dodging all the spokes…
real emotion became a digestable
with concepts spread and no emotion still.
paint me a picture
use your words as an elixir,
or a poison,
choose them wisely or
play your toys son
too busy analyzing screens to understand
where your voice came from,
this time round,
you should paint yourstory,
the winner writes it
mutherfuckers lost the way to spell.
your words govern your actions,
and those same words
created your heaven and hell,
is what you live through,
dreams are your escape,
making those dreams real,
use your words accurately
dictacte your fate,
so choose wisely or live blindly, its your life at stake.
I – for one – know that when I finish the rhymespeak
I gotta lead by example
after all of these samples,
after all of the tranquil,
after all of this programming
I gotta shift most of these angles,
fuck a star-spangled bullshit concept of society,
fuck a day to day aspect,
cause the paychecks only lie to me,
fuck a cause,
I be theshinjukueffect,
fuck syntax or a pause,
time to direct,
and stand your ground,
the mimicry becomes a picture literally,
and in that same breath,
the physical disappears
and then what do you see…
lifetime written on a timeline
and some shine,
but you were born from a point where the light held you close
at what stage in this phase
did you misunderstand what mattered most?
so i send this out to all the artists and free-thinkers,
its your social responsiblity to remove all of those blinkers,
WAKE THE FUCK UP,
or just take the sedative,
you got too many reasons
to fall into another control predictive,
next time you see a sun rise,
WHAT IS YOUR OBJECTIVE….
death follows your every move
your shadow, just a spectre
dont fucking be a spectator
in the course of the action,
play to the trees,
cause the hardest thing to replicate
is nature’s interaction
simple in its purpose,
complex down its fraction,
what reason do you have to live,
if your life is simply acting?
shinji-akhirah meaning truth in the after life,
seeds of plants recreate and if you listen,
but your senses are dulled to subjugation and iteration,
time to change your understanding,
time to honour your heritage,
cause peeps will trample and demand sin,
Self Induced Negativity,
using wordplay like I use alchemy,
mad gifted with ability
to see beyond this ridiculous shit
we living in – literally,
thats half of what them Mayans meant
when they said the world be ending,
use it in your media
to instill fear and then we bending
melts senses so much
that sight becomes taste,
and I dont like what the fuck I’m seeing
within this hate fakes,
everyone wanna fit it
to a picture someone else makes,
we’ve all forgotten,
the beauty of change
and that pain exchange embrace
like sheep to a slaughter
selling birthright to get an earthly stake.
born from water,
we got phases to elevate…
Focus without the notice, days extinct like diplodocus, No hocus pocus baby,
Mirrors cracked no smoke, just locus lady,
born skin tissue baby, real scope, fastest swimmer maybe.
Creed relevant done crazy,
need madd crazy fun lately.
Save me, a seat at your table, JC.
Deadly with the words and the decibels the change be, straight happening
in front your eyes,
Born phoenix, between bed sheets
or between thighs.
Tender to the touch, versatile, never givin a fuck.
Purpose over the surface, words worthless when the actions calm.
Deliver content digital via download or swarm.
We keep invisible mics warm,
call me a judge, I’ll execute ya.
Motion theory to the point,
they cut swift,
try to move ya.
Stand tall, lean left, move with rigorous intent,
utilise your talents to colour the world and systems to circumvent.
Hackathology, I crack mythology with tortology,
decipher constructs with intent like the prophet speak, no martyr me.
And it just won’t fracture, director of this shit, I’m no actor.
Perpendicular to most, its aight, I’m prime like factor.
Subtract the meaning, you like american souls, just bleeding. Needing
Needing points to prove.
Needing all typa things to make this manchine-body move.
Just gimme a cipher and I’m hyper,
solve problems quick like I’m Macguyver,
plan ahead like crouching tiger,
outlast like lone survivor.
Inspired by the geometric distortions of shattered glass and light forms.
Available as a limited canvas print – private sale
There were no amount of seasons, no amount of reasons, seems like even though it changed, there was no amount of bleeding. So in feeling, 16bars became the staple, the principle, the pivotal, the cause the effect, the stand still. The earth shook and the grounding never really moved under my shoes, choose became the meaning for all that I could lose. And I lost many battles, lost many cattle, cause no shepard was I, to date I still grapple. On ledges, fuck your account done hedges, methods, no fractions became those efforts. Still get asked on a daily where’s your I’d, why me, cause it seems that as I get older, the time is irrelevant, so they try me. I don’t try, I see. So much further than a colour, a mother, a sister, a brother, they gonna shut me. Cause I see beyond above the. Status be like quo. Status that I know. Keep student teacher respect levels to the point they miight grow. But they don’t know. So when I start spitting cipher, old school cats thinking that I’m like Mac Guyver. Why the, feelingof disproportionate praise, why the, feeling of life when I wake to sun rays. Raise the dead, now thrown into the deep end. No pretend, like rap analogies, start to bend. Nigga’s been done did in this matrix, understood the basics, so sick to the level that they feel that I’m estranged…sheeeeit. How many coincidentals you gonna need, before you understand the day to day ish that my heart/breath bleeds. Typing digital, cause when done literal, I stay straight alien. You know what, fuck em. They don’t understand themselves, they sick laid in sin. I don’t rock a mic, cause when I do, it’s like “what he gone do” “what he gone through” “what the fuck am I listening to”. All simple questions to a cat that knows weapons, that knows spectrums, that is gonna move beyond the “get em”. The evidence laid bare, daily, play games so they never play me. Hack back to the essence, type ish when saliva fails me. Guess that now, more than ever, I gotta hold true to what is true. Guess that now more than ever they gonna hate what I’m gone do.