longhand from stimulus by dusty

hip hop n rap – good tunes n vibrations, a lesson in the free expression of music – i listen, i’m groovin’ – i steady, suggestion enrapt – i trapped the dirty aspects of my act – my shadow, abhorrent, but i’ll neither ignore it, deplore it, enable or choose it – let loose as a plague on the world of the custodial human – (collapse) – sad to find there ain’t enough buddy-buddy among artists, not hardly – a competitive crack to hack the fact of who lives or spits fresh fire the hardest – or who is the best of the best, or the meanest, the smartest – man, that’s all fuckn apples n oranges – ain’t no harm in walkin’ arm-in-arm to the altar – in fact, i encourage it wholeheartedly – the spoils are endless, economy-distant, just so long as taste buds n eardrums are given the slack to hear different harmonies

creatives – we, the natives of contemplative missions – overseers of cultural, slow-bubbling socio-political fission – changes, a widening variety of voices n ranges – opinions, well-slated to be analyzed n picked naked with Ivy League patience – come to think, it’s a little bit heinous – people are actually trying to listen n we don’t wanna to say much – create to create, the only game that can save us – find the hate pointing inward, put its ass on hiatus – project it away, flowing outward – the erring of personal grievance, fuckn awkward, beneath us – sweet Jesus, beef over minor transgression is written n tracked while architects of our climbing depression are given an open invitation to act – this is the golden equation – level scope, have a toke, take aim, lay blame n attack
(can’t you see we ain’t enemies?) – no, you don’t want my longhand, best believe –
watch your aim, take stock, stop pointing that pen at me –
(oh, the irony) – never flaunted my backhand but i guess we’ll see

fame attacks fame for fame’s sake – game, for game's sake – nothing more important than namesake (huh?) – we gotta find some grounds that are common, for fuck's sake – backs to the wall again, it’s us against them n we're playin’ for the whole schebang – hooray, daylight's a'burning, got us frazzled n frayed, so we gotta fuckn throw some shade – pool your resources, friends – attack the government instead – attack this concept of covenant, brings blood to our beds – attack this judgement of stubbornness, smothers us, double-edged – red, white n blue – with respect, all due, indirect – they’re the ones who fuckn want us all dead – ever waxing, introspective – a coalition, collective with free expression as its prime directive – this fever ain’t contagious, it’s elected – (selection) – demeanor, it’s outrageous to accept it – (much less, prop, shore n erect it) – oh shit, i think i defected (defecated?)

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• horrorcore
• lyrical hip-hop
• psychedelic
• subconscious
• underground
• Chicago