Creation

if I could just find a place

where I could just sit back and create

and not worry about fate

I’d probably be fulfilled beyond my wildest dreams, on the real

every wound I’d ever received would probably start to heal

and I would never worry again

never lack for a friend

just the beat, the microphone and my pen

find utopia inside of cornucopia of thoughts that I’m blessed with

questioning my purpose would be out of the question

an infinite cypher in session

creating with each breath would be my only obsession

destiny constantly I’d be manifesting

never losing sight of my direction

the course that I’m etching like when stone meets the mason

breaking through the walls that I’m facing

Eddie Bauer skating on these tracks that I’m lacing

never compensating

my spiritual situation is authentic creation

                                                           

gotta build something, heal something, feel something,

creative pipeline I gotta drill something

gotta make something, take something, put at stake something,

the sleeper inside, I gotta wake something

gotta choose something, prove something, gotta move something,

to progress sometimes I gotta lose something

tryna piece together what this life is about

looking forward to the day that I can figure it out

tryna figure it out

is this what living’s about?

does humility really mean livin without?

or that just a misinterpretation of the word

to spend my life chasing after paper seems so absurd

so how could I, why would I,

live the only life I have inauthentically, why should I?

appear as if we belong, feeling like an outcast

we end up in the same place, who we tryna outlast?

to truly fit in, we gotta fit with ourselves

if we refuse to face our demons then we living in hell

you can act like you don’t got ‘em but you lying to yourself

ain’t nobody alive without some shadows on shelf

how much energy expended tryna hide our shame

and in the process we look for someone else to blame

keep ourselves hostage, closed up and cautious

we’d rather save face instead of cutting our losses

gotta build something, heal something, tryna feel something,

creative pipeline I gotta drill something

gotta make something, take something, put at stake something,

the sleeper inside, I gotta wake something

gotta choose something, prove something, gotta move something,

to progress sometimes I gotta lose something

tryna piece together what this life is about

looking forward to the day that I can figure it out

  

tryna move a mountain – a shovel at a time

that’s like every word I write if I try to force the rhyme

if I impose my will on the process

sometimes creativity gets lost it’s

so delicate

so elegant

move with the stream of thought but still stay relevant

a chemist that’s compounding the elements

is it real? can you feel it? maybe that is the evidence/

driven by a force of benevolence

so how I could be hesitant?

that’s the role the ego play

diminish its influence, listen to what the beat’ll say

“One thing I tell you is we got to be free” like the Beatles say

“I’m not the only one” that’s what the dreamers say

I believe ‘em, I seen ‘em – I am one too

you believe in, your reasons – but I’m not you

I ain’t tryna, convince you – but I stay true

long as I got a beat and mic check one two, c’mon

The Path

Lyrics for "The Path” feat. Mike Devine (produced by Junia T) - lead single on the poet EP:

VERSE 1:

I saw my life painted on a canvas

strayed from my path and then the picture vanished

did a bit of damage

tried to put it down, but life without raps – I can’t manage

now I’m feeling famished                                                                      

hungry for a bigger life, thirsty for a broader dream

now at least I sleep nights not toking like a fiend

and though I’m grateful for that, I can’t stop moving

when I’m making progress the only time I’m not losing                                              

six years since I stopped boozing – for what?

so I could relax and lay in the cut? nah – fuck that

can’t live my life without momentum like a drum track

keep my skills sharp like the tip of a thumbtack                                                              

I know that there’s battles ahead, I won’t run from

though I feel cut from my Roots – my life “Undun”

but from this place, spitting out distaste

refuse to live my life in the shadow of disgrace                                        

the race of a thousand souls, what is fifth place?

when only one or two can shine, what is it we chase?

life ain’t an iPhone, you can’t replace

years gone by or the time you waste                              

staring in the mirror, tryna analyze my face

the man that grew from a boy,

now it’s build or destroy

I guess it’s time to put away old toys

on this journey tryna find my voice                            

CHORUS:

seeing my dreams as I create that

ain’t no rehearsal and ain’t no take backs

blessed with a gift and I’ve got to show it

ain’t no glory on the path of a poet

I know that time don’t wait for no man

gotta stay focused on where I’m goin’

where this road leads is not for knowin’

try to keep faith and enjoy the moment

VERSE 2:

consumed by thoughts that aren’t theirs

pursuing wares that ain’t fit for the wear

walking through life sometimes I stop and stare

I’m looking for that soul but it just ain’t there

try to numb out but I really do care

what’s the point of keeping score when nothing is fair?

sometimes I wish that I wasn’t so aware

but I know what I know, I gotta spit it and the message is rare                           

we are much more than they ever said we were, unsure

of whether we can live out our dreams, cliché as it seems

I believe that we need to achieve

our utmost, to bear fruits on these branches of leaves                                    

(so) caught up in all that we receive

we refuse to pay attention to the things that the world really needs

we hiding in the night like thieves

looking for ways to get a buzz but we’re never relieved              

we can’t relax, losing real estate in our minds – Remax

try to do better but we tend to relapse

where are we goin? we gotta take a look where we at

we can’t grow from where we ain’t, we’re not sinners or saints

we’re in between like the colour between purple and green

it’s all blue, the distance between me and you

real recognize real, real recognize the fake too

but I don’t hate you…

CHORUS:

seeing my dreams as I create that

ain’t no rehearsal and ain’t no take backs

blessed with a gift and I’ve got to show it

ain’t no glory on the path of a poet

I know that time don’t wait for no man

gotta stay focused on where I’m goin’

where this road leads is not for knowin’

try to keep faith and enjoy the moment

VERSE 3:

moments yeah they pass by

sometimes miss ‘em like I got two glass eyes

everybody hustle hard, tryna live ‘em fast lives

half the time talking in tongues, speaking fast lies

overly familiar like past-lives                                                         

feeling like I been here before, is this a failed attempt

to live a glorious life, or am I just exempt

from the mediocrity of averages

that we all condone while ignoring the savageness                                           

honestly, I don’t how to handle this

sometimes lost in my ramblings, searching for advantages

tryna manage my own career without management

half my time spent tryna recoup my damages

so what’s the sense in it

when everything’s an expense and that I keep on investing in

self-interest vested in

laying out my soul over beats and manifesting it

struggling’s the method that my character is tested in                                      

not just another rap specimen

a poet that grew from walking the path of lesser men

from the fog I was in to way out of my element

I still resist this road to my detriment                            

I got a soul sickness – this art is my medicine

so I’ma play my part and shine light like Edison

but I’ve learned to keep my pace steady-and

anything less than my God given purpose I’m not settling

CHORUS:

seeing my dreams as I create that

ain’t no rehearsal and ain’t no take backs

blessed with a gift and I’ve got to show it

ain’t no glory on the path of a poet

I know that time don’t wait for no man

gotta stay focused on where I’m goin’

where this road leads is not for knowin’

try to keep faith and enjoy the moment

The Path - Verse 3

Some lyrics from a new track I wrote over a beat by Junia T. The song is called "The Path." Going to be on my upcoming EP, the poet.

moments yeah they pass by

sometimes miss ‘em like I got two glass eyes

everybody hustle hard, tryna live ‘em fast lives

half the time talking in tongues, speaking fast lies

overly familiar like past-lives                                                         

feeling like I been here before, is this a failed attempt

to live a glorious life, or am I just exempt

from the mediocrity of averages

that we all condone while, ignoring the savageness                                           

honestly, I don’t how to handle this

sometimes lost in my ramblings

searching for advantages

tryna manage my own career, without management

half my time spent tryna recoup my damages

so what’s the sense in it

when everything’s an expense and that I keep on investing in

self-interest vested in

laying out my soul over beats and manifesting it

struggling’s the method that my character is tested in                                      

not just another rap specimen

a poet that grew from walking the path of lesser men

from the fog I was in to way out of my element

I still resist this road to my detriment                            

I got a soul sickness – this art is my medicine

so I’ma play my part and shine light like Edison

but I’ve learned to keep my pace steady-and

if it’s any less than my God given purpose I’m not settling

Substance

The first thing I'm recording in 2012 is a verse that I'm dropping on a collaborative project that two fellow Toronto hip hop artists are working on - Fenaxiz and royceBIRTH. These are the lyrics:

It really shouldn’t be surprising

with everybody scared to look inside they focused on what they buying

accepting implicit values instead of searching and defining

when you perpetuate the status quo, what are you defying?

let me break it down

hip hop’s something real, you can embrace it

it’s gotta have some substance to it so that you can taste it

content’s consumerism so I’m taking issue

cuz when you’re laying six feet deep, you can’t take it with you                      

every time I spit I feel I’m firing off a missile

homing on your heart and I’m praying that it hits you

so you can get awakened to something that is bigger

than this brainwashed life, got my finger on the trigger                                     

targeting all types, all peoples of all colours

my message is this: I want ya’ll to stop killing each other

can’t keep it real with yourself, how you gonna keep it real with your brother

feeling lost so I turned to my mother                                                   

she said son, let ‘em be, accept ‘em for what they are

save your power for the battles ahead – you’re going far

try to let go of the past, though it’s on me like a scar

just ‘cause you got some shine don’t make you a star

now I ain’t tryna be the type to rain on your parade

but just cuz you getting plays that don’t mean you’ve got it made

from where I’m sitting, your whole stees need adjustments

what’s the point of music if it ain’t got substance?

Rhyme Scheme

the city sleeping on me, though they give me daps

same headz too broke to cop an album are - quick to cop a dime-sack

catch me in the Cypher where the rhymes at

headz is sittin behind computer screens

toking on greens                                                                                                 

hoping on schemes

I’m steady pushing product to fiends

I ain’t talkin’ bout rocks, I tell ‘em go for their dreams                              

they lusting fame and fortune it seems

with no plans, it’s obscene

caught up in their own world but neglecting the scene                                       

yo Shiltz, hold me back before I knock someone’s dome clean offa

they’re neck, make ‘em all disappear – Jimmy Hoffa

call this calculated, premeditated manslaughter

I offered                                                                                                            

my right hand extended to build, from the ground up

now it seems I gotta shut ‘em up, turn my sound up

too many weeds up in the game, we be the Round Up

spray ya’ll with light until the hype surrounds us                                             

MC FÜBB bust in your face like jizm

FÜBB in your face, like graffiti, racism

taste wisdom

every time I spit, I erase prisons

built around your soul, spit from church, like Mase didn’t                       

Injecting dope for your soul, taste the IV
drip, kats ain’t equipped, Royce check they ID

you wanna walk away unshaken, then don’t try me

24 bars laced up, check the rhyme scheme                                 

Feet Don't Fail

My feet hurt – knees weak, head heavy

but I won’t stop, muscle like a mustang Chevy

trudging on this path, though it doesn’t feel steady

I asked God for guidance, He told me I was ready

steady grinding, see I’m putting the work in

it’s hurting, these rappers just skin-deep like Jergens

nursing their wounds like a bottle of sorrow

already told you, I’m building for a better tomorrow

you can follow if you want but I’d rather that you stand with me

walk with me, talk with me, make a plan with me

but it’s evident, most kat’s are hesitant

getting out their comfort zone – something that they never did

no Foundations, they’re standing on some gelatine

ya’ll can keep faltering, man – I’ll keep getting in

doubters wanna try to assail me,

with their arrows impale me

I’m praying that my feet don’t fail me

HOOK:

Marching on this path, and I can’t turn back and-uh

I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME

I’ve come too far now to back-track and-uh

I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME

I’ma stay driven, living out my vision and-uh

I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME

Cuz I ain’t gonna flop unless my feet stop, so-uh

I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME

Feet don’t fail

spit scripts flipped like Christ-Bale

ya’ll need to get the fuck off my set!

the crusader with no cape or cowl

straight up like Simon Cowell

while most full of shit like Colin Powel

if you could see the motivation my steps

you’d understand I’m standing for the children that ain’ even took a breath yet

to leave a legacy for future generations

there’s destruction in stagnation so I focus on creation

elevation, I rise to overstand the situation

even though my feet are blistered and sore, I’m more patient

but not waiting for my destiny to come

the drum, I’m addicted to

the beat is the vehicle

the mic. is the conduit

speakers what I’m speaking through

as long as there’s a 5% chance that I’m reaching you

I’ll keep writing rhymes on the daily

knowing that I’ll prevail, see

believing that my feet won’t fail me

HOOK:

Marching on this path, and I can’t turn back and-uh

I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME

I’ve come too far now to back-track and-uh

I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME

I’ma stay driven, living out my vision and-uh

I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME

Cuz I ain’t gonna flop unless my feet stop, so-uh

I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME

Even when my head’s the heaviest, remember this

progress is almost never effortless

but struggling ain’t a requisite for gettin’ it

matter fact, forget that – I’m being it

what I wanna see in the world, I set free with it

the microphone that is, like a cyclone in the midst

of the biz of this rap shit,

respect I amass it

platinum not plastic

the status quo – surpassed it

so now I stand out like a Jew amongst Catholics

hip hop’s daily bread

I’m feeding what your soul’s needing

what’s been neglecting through years of mental inbreeding

you might have to rewind that, but let me explain:

your life’s an expression of where your mind’s at

my minds on gratitude

benevolence in my attitude

and transformation of the world; no it’s not a platitude

I’m on my track, you’d need a train to derail me

I’m focused and I promise that my feet won’t fail me

HOOK:

Marching on this path, and I can’t turn back and-uh

I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME

I’ve come too far now to back-track and-uh

I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME

I’ma stay driven, living out my vision and-uh

I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME

Cuz I ain’t gonna flop unless my feet stop, so-uh

I’M PRAYING THAT FEET DON’T FAIL ME

When You've Seen Hell

When you’ve seen hell, sometimes the world don’t seem as bright

sometimes you gotta look harder just to notice the light

when you’ve lived wrong for so long, it’s hard to live right

when you drift far from God, faith is hard to ignite

when you fall hard, sometimes it’s hard to get up again

when you’re consumed with yourself, it’s hard to find a friend

I’m speaking from experience, I’ve been down that road

and trust me, I can easily be an asshole

but I define myself by the principles I stand for

while most of these rap-fucks are gassed like an aerosol

like a bunch of lost-ducks, no-one’s taking care of ya’ll

this is Revelations dawg, I’m just preparing ya’ll

don’t look surprised when you think the armageddon’s come

I ain’t talking biblical, but history is cyclical

not a nation, one race, together indivisible

long as we don't acknowledge that, people will be miserable

Hook:

(When you’ve seen hell) Sometimes it changes everything

(When you’ve seen hell) your brain rearranges everything

(When you’ve seen hell) you lose sight of what once mattered

(When you’ve seen hell) cuz what matters in the present’s that you’re world got shattered

(When you’ve seen hell) it’s hard to see the world the same

(When you’ve seen hell) you realize that life is more than a game

(When you’ve seen hell) in the midst of it I felt I was worthless

(When you’ve seen hell) but I on the side of it I found my purpose

When you’ve walked through the pits of hell, understand

taken hold of your demons with your own two hands

something shifts in a man that’s not easily reversed

what’s worse, you start feeling like you’re damned or your cursed

at first, I thought I had it all in control

after supressing my soul long enough, it took its toll

found myself toking and drinking more

homicidal thinking more

constantly at war with myself and feeling raw

like my skin was ripped away and my flesh was laid bare

I woke to a world that didn’t care – left me gasping for air

getting closer to the end, losing breath

in front of me: jails, institutions and death

thank God I was shown another option to the left

I was told I had to climb steps

I did and never looked back

because the fact of the matter is that

I’m blessed to be alive, that’s why I spit it on the track

Hook:

(When you’ve seen hell) Sometimes it changes everything

(When you’ve seen hell) your brain rearranges everything

(When you’ve seen hell) you lose sight of what once mattered

(When you’ve seen hell) cuz what matters in the present’s that you’re world got shattered

(When you’ve seen hell) it’s hard to see the world the same

(When you’ve seen hell) you realize that life is more than a game

(When you’ve seen hell) in the midst of it I felt I was worthless

(When you’ve seen hell) but I on the side of it I found my purpose

You can’t see me

might see my flesh, but can’t see me

believe me, courage it takes just to be me

the spiritual essence is hidden behind where the flesh is

I’m a vessel though I realize I got a unique perspective

we don’t see things the way they are

we see things the way we are

and we are, whatever we make of ourselves

chasing after paper while we’re spiritually raping ourselves

like we want victory but don’t wanna take it ourselves

living contradictions and humanistic fallacies

I won’t, let my circumstances dictate my reality

cuz I define my life through my cognitive ability

you can do it too, most don’t want the responsibility

freedom is power and it’s like Ben Parker said

responsibility’s the access, most walking dead

the truth is palpable in my lyrics, thicker than corn-bread

I’ve seen hell and heaven and they’re both within my own head

Hook:

(When you’ve seen hell) Sometimes it changes everything

(When you’ve seen hell) your brain rearranges everything

(When you’ve seen hell) you lose sight of what once mattered

(When you’ve seen hell) cuz what matters in the present’s that you’re world got shattered

(When you’ve seen hell) it’s hard to see the world the same

(When you’ve seen hell) you realize that life is more than a game

(When you’ve seen hell) in the midst of it I felt I was worthless

(When you’ve seen hell) but I on the side of it I found my purpose

Dream (feat. Fenaxiz)

Fenaxiz:

Truth is stranger than fiction, certain things I couldn't make up

But straight up, I'll try to paint a description

Of the pain that I'm living, my brush strokes are blood-soaked

The pad is my canvas, my model's the blunt smoke

I see through, tracing my journey through life

Early on, I learned snakes in your circle will bite

Because most wanna block your goals, but never walked the roads

You walked, it's always those who talk the most

So I stay on point with whoever I'm connected to

Pursuing my dreams with only a selected few

A child of tomorrow, I smile through the sorrow

With my eye on the sparrow, I'ma fly like an arrow

To hit all my targets, I'ma give it my hardest

Ignore the obstacles then get it regardless

Anything's possible, don't quit what you started

All praises due, can't forget where my heart is

HOOK:

They told us we should plan, told us we should scheme

they told us we should work but they told us not to dream

told us how to live, said we shouldn't cry

told us to conform, they told us to live a lie

told us we should all agree – but I don't

said to fall in line, but I'm saying that I won't

(cuz) I'm standing for something greater than we've ever been

so till the day I die I'll be living out my dream

dream, dream, living out my dream

until the day I die I'll be living out my dream

dream, dream, I gotta live my dream

until the day I die I'll be living out my dream

MC FÜBB:

My rhymes that pierce through facades of superficiality

through verses I'm creating my reality-

technicalities irrelevant

unseen the way I'm getting it

talk about the future but the past I'm not forgetting it

I used to think my art could be perfected

then I realized my eclecticness

was so diverse that in reality, there was no requisite

for what I'm doing in this world, being on the precipice

cuz every moment passed creates a genesis

of space to live into

the calling of these fiends, I won't give into

begin to - see the facts about myself that's keeping me limited

most don't wanna look at that shit

but I be living different than kids

ain't no fast food, I'm spittin' lyrics that'll stick to your ribs

most can't see how gifted it is

how mentally lifted it is

ripping and giving the truth, delivery the proof, of how prolific it is

set it, I check it, I rip it, I wreck it, I said it I'm not who you're guessing it is

rhythm attacking, I'm asking, how the fuck you gonna be messing with this?

HOOK:

They told us we should plan, told us we should scheme

they told us we should work but they told us not to dream

told us how to live, said we shouldn't cry

told us to conform, they told us to live a lie

told us we should all agree – but I don't

said to fall in line, but I'm saying that I won't

(cuz) I'm standing for something greater than we've ever been

so till the day I die I'll be living out my dream

dream, dream, living out my dream

until the day I die I'll be living out my dream

dream, dream, I gotta live my dream

until the day I die I'll be living out my dream

MC FÜBB:

feeling like we off course, and at the end of the rope

still committing Holocausts, I got the antidote

lyrically I'm poppin shots that hit you like a Molotov

even when I'm speaking from emotion I ain't coming soft

never been on top, so how I'm falling off?

I committed to this path now it's too late to call it off

life is a blessing, but it ain't always sweet like Hagen Daaz

every single demon that I ever faced inside, dawg I fought it off

everybody chasing green with speed like methamphetamine

half the population zoning out like they on Ketamine

peoples' wings clipped, it's bananas like a magazine

saturated numbness like it's kerosene and gasoline

matches in the left hand, right hand Vaseline

cuz people getting fucked like predators who be snatching teens

this is my perspective, you don't gotta follow after me

but if you standing with me, then you stand against catastrophe

HOOK:

They told us we should plan, told us we should scheme

they told us we should work but they told us not to dream

told us how to live, said we shouldn't cry

told us to conform, they told us to live a lie

told us we should all agree – but I don't

said to fall in line, but I'm saying that I won't

(cuz) I'm standing for something greater than we've ever been

so till the day I die I'll be living out my dream

dream, dream, living out my dream

until the day I die I'll be living out my dream

dream, dream, I gotta live my dream

until the day I die I'll be living out my dream