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Mind Does Matter (New Lyrics)
this is a Red Tape. Cut Tape. Track yet to be released. Enjoy
*2010 North Void Collective
Verse 1
I wake up each morning
from the thoughts in my head
And take a step into the dream
made of thoughts from the dead.
The city kinda screams
spilling fog overhead
And I'm taken by the scene
Calling me from my bed.
As my feet press the ground
feel the ground stretch my feet
Stressing me as I'm bound
by the Earth's gravity
As I peak all around
All around's calling me
With the subtle sound of thought becoming
All that I see
(Rock)
Solid with my plans
With my mans everyday
I watch it all become my life
As the sands shifts shape
Stay away from all the talk
All the facebook stalks
People stuck on entertainment
Buying wayside thoughts
I grew up with corporations
taking land for dough
Ideas turning beauty
into landfill zones
Mind your thoughts
cause it matters
Hand-in-hand they go
Strip the matter
with the mind
of understanding Om.
*2010 North Void Collective
Verse 1
I wake up each morning
from the thoughts in my head
And take a step into the dream
made of thoughts from the dead.
The city kinda screams
spilling fog overhead
And I'm taken by the scene
Calling me from my bed.
As my feet press the ground
feel the ground stretch my feet
Stressing me as I'm bound
by the Earth's gravity
As I peak all around
All around's calling me
With the subtle sound of thought becoming
All that I see
(Rock)
Solid with my plans
With my mans everyday
I watch it all become my life
As the sands shifts shape
Stay away from all the talk
All the facebook stalks
People stuck on entertainment
Buying wayside thoughts
I grew up with corporations
taking land for dough
Ideas turning beauty
into landfill zones
Mind your thoughts
cause it matters
Hand-in-hand they go
Strip the matter
with the mind
of understanding Om.
The Moment (Lyrics)
This track represents the crown chakra, or moment of enlightenment, completing Initiation.
*STLP 2008
Verse 1
Munch mescaline
seek heaven
speak to Nephilim
free brethren
Secrets beneath the sky
breathe life
while I seek the devilish
Reaper creepin
Whether in streets
or in trees
with feathered friends
inhale weed
exhale CO2 in the steam
The heat never ends
The ear drummer for summer
Hear thunder
and peer with wonder
Wondering whether my peers
see me as another number
Can you trust a brother
just because you got his number?
Bust beer caps
when you leave your lover
While he will achieve that number
One in the sun
freedom fearing fanatic
addict acid Leary
rehabbed and released with fury
Serious as a panther
stalks in tandems of dancing stanzas
popped and locked
like the barrel stocked
with hammer back like Rambo
this is the anthem
with an amplified sample
get your hands in the air
your body amped in tantrums
A tantric vibing phantom
fuck your ear while commanding
Chorus 2x
The moment has risen
got you living for the rhythm
Opponents get with him
Or get driven from the shine
I speak how I live to elevate your mind
so complete how I give
intelligent design
Verse 2
My life's a passing thought
in the mind of a master vibe
ration my time with rhymes
comprised of divine lines
the wise act on advise
devised in the divine eye
I flash on the world's retina
Sublime and quick to hide
Masked cause they will forget ya
but your words will never die
Pages' immortal portals
in the torment of sage's cries
A dormant storm awakened
to hurricane form
a torrent to take as portent
or you'll burn in the torment born
Irish of blue hues
reflects my cool view
I'm mean, but even-tempered
whether serene or in full-feud
You fools pool through
on the narrow beam your balancin
but I'm a sparrow dancin
on dental floss
and when it's cut
I'll fly right out of this
Arena or main stage
I exit the cage of keepsake
and stake claim
on the moment beneath me
with the heart of a lion
I'm able to keep free
Able to see the moment
Alone in the deep sea.
Chorus 2x
*STLP 2008
Verse 1
Munch mescaline
seek heaven
speak to Nephilim
free brethren
Secrets beneath the sky
breathe life
while I seek the devilish
Reaper creepin
Whether in streets
or in trees
with feathered friends
inhale weed
exhale CO2 in the steam
The heat never ends
The ear drummer for summer
Hear thunder
and peer with wonder
Wondering whether my peers
see me as another number
Can you trust a brother
just because you got his number?
Bust beer caps
when you leave your lover
While he will achieve that number
One in the sun
freedom fearing fanatic
addict acid Leary
rehabbed and released with fury
Serious as a panther
stalks in tandems of dancing stanzas
popped and locked
like the barrel stocked
with hammer back like Rambo
this is the anthem
with an amplified sample
get your hands in the air
your body amped in tantrums
A tantric vibing phantom
fuck your ear while commanding
Chorus 2x
The moment has risen
got you living for the rhythm
Opponents get with him
Or get driven from the shine
I speak how I live to elevate your mind
so complete how I give
intelligent design
Verse 2
My life's a passing thought
in the mind of a master vibe
ration my time with rhymes
comprised of divine lines
the wise act on advise
devised in the divine eye
I flash on the world's retina
Sublime and quick to hide
Masked cause they will forget ya
but your words will never die
Pages' immortal portals
in the torment of sage's cries
A dormant storm awakened
to hurricane form
a torrent to take as portent
or you'll burn in the torment born
Irish of blue hues
reflects my cool view
I'm mean, but even-tempered
whether serene or in full-feud
You fools pool through
on the narrow beam your balancin
but I'm a sparrow dancin
on dental floss
and when it's cut
I'll fly right out of this
Arena or main stage
I exit the cage of keepsake
and stake claim
on the moment beneath me
with the heart of a lion
I'm able to keep free
Able to see the moment
Alone in the deep sea.
Chorus 2x
Cosmos (Lyrics)
from the Joe Cyrus album, Initiation *STLP 2008
Verse 1
Fashion language like Thoth
My abode's a constellation
I'm hope
No consternation
I awoke through the plantation
of slaving for gold
Growing the globe's grove
from the yoke to an oak
An omen awakening chosen folk
Chosen by brain terminal
insane dendrites crawling
like termites
uncontrollable probes
Spokes from the center of the globe
Poking the terminal folks
poking their noses up
at Moses
Using their learning as cloaks
Against my preposed quotes
Floating on boats
Notes are passages past
The labyrinth of existence
Enigma of cash
The stigma of class
Especially "low"
Viewed in limbo with sin
Though the rich send their info
And tend to infiltrate your intro-
spective reflective kinfolk
And impress upon them
restrictive corrective insults.
We must deflect them and win
Chorus 2x
Cosmos is grand
thought of Chaos and then
My spirit took flight
like a dove in the wind
Let the light enter in
and your life will begin
God standing on the planet
in the form of a Man.
Verse 2
Cataclysmic actions
Akashically cataloged
Classified as classic
When rappin in analog
Digital disturbance
Electro-magnetic turbulence
Turning tetrahedrons like turbans
learning eternity
from street urchins
dispersing mystery school teachings
urgently urging me to seek and free
All persons concerned
with earning grace and peace
The rest of the herd
Believe me
You best observe
and revert
to be received above
To be a-grieved,
reprieved with no love
is worse
when earth's approaching
It's birthplace to burn
in a Helium sun
Peeling all covers created
by feelings of worthlessness
Perceived hurt and pain
Nursing a notion
of malnourishment
Fluorescent abortions
by so-called wordsmiths
Encourage and Support
the emerging corporate whores
While we reach forward
to re-merge in the Lord
We search with research
unearthed deep
in our etheric core.
Chorus 2x
Verse 3
Found Spirit lurking
beneath the surface
The surging current
flowing through
the gorge of purpose
The canyon and course
of service
Abandoned by most,
The workhorse servants
of a white ghost stranded
by the force of standards
Posted and enforced
by an extensive stansion
of man's networks
and white-shirt managers
Commanding dissension with work
I observe
The stars with direct experience
On my resume
my reference
is the pyramids.
Do my work
as an intermediary
extraplanetary
media-carrying lyricist
Expedient in need-to-know areas
Right hemisphere brain excavator
Crane operating its stained prison interior
No gimmick or mimicked mirage
This is the God
Spitting limitless images hard
Infinite bars like he was with Jihad
Whether you sit at the mosque
or visit a cross
There's no limit
You infinite cause
You live in the sun
and you are God.
Chorus 2x
Verse 1
Fashion language like Thoth
My abode's a constellation
I'm hope
No consternation
I awoke through the plantation
of slaving for gold
Growing the globe's grove
from the yoke to an oak
An omen awakening chosen folk
Chosen by brain terminal
insane dendrites crawling
like termites
uncontrollable probes
Spokes from the center of the globe
Poking the terminal folks
poking their noses up
at Moses
Using their learning as cloaks
Against my preposed quotes
Floating on boats
Notes are passages past
The labyrinth of existence
Enigma of cash
The stigma of class
Especially "low"
Viewed in limbo with sin
Though the rich send their info
And tend to infiltrate your intro-
spective reflective kinfolk
And impress upon them
restrictive corrective insults.
We must deflect them and win
Chorus 2x
Cosmos is grand
thought of Chaos and then
My spirit took flight
like a dove in the wind
Let the light enter in
and your life will begin
God standing on the planet
in the form of a Man.
Verse 2
Cataclysmic actions
Akashically cataloged
Classified as classic
When rappin in analog
Digital disturbance
Electro-magnetic turbulence
Turning tetrahedrons like turbans
learning eternity
from street urchins
dispersing mystery school teachings
urgently urging me to seek and free
All persons concerned
with earning grace and peace
The rest of the herd
Believe me
You best observe
and revert
to be received above
To be a-grieved,
reprieved with no love
is worse
when earth's approaching
It's birthplace to burn
in a Helium sun
Peeling all covers created
by feelings of worthlessness
Perceived hurt and pain
Nursing a notion
of malnourishment
Fluorescent abortions
by so-called wordsmiths
Encourage and Support
the emerging corporate whores
While we reach forward
to re-merge in the Lord
We search with research
unearthed deep
in our etheric core.
Chorus 2x
Verse 3
Found Spirit lurking
beneath the surface
The surging current
flowing through
the gorge of purpose
The canyon and course
of service
Abandoned by most,
The workhorse servants
of a white ghost stranded
by the force of standards
Posted and enforced
by an extensive stansion
of man's networks
and white-shirt managers
Commanding dissension with work
I observe
The stars with direct experience
On my resume
my reference
is the pyramids.
Do my work
as an intermediary
extraplanetary
media-carrying lyricist
Expedient in need-to-know areas
Right hemisphere brain excavator
Crane operating its stained prison interior
No gimmick or mimicked mirage
This is the God
Spitting limitless images hard
Infinite bars like he was with Jihad
Whether you sit at the mosque
or visit a cross
There's no limit
You infinite cause
You live in the sun
and you are God.
Chorus 2x
The Awakening (Lyrics)
This track is riddled with half-truths much like life. It's also riddled with the whole truth, much like life. Only political track on Initiation.
*STLP 2008
Sometimes the mass of lies
is so vast it gets past our eyes
and what's in front of us
we can't focus on
and we deny
I admit in the past I never got it
To admit, I refused cause the truth
was too alarmin
it's astonishing that Truman
knew the truth and kept it darkened
and since then
there's an agenda clandestine
to keep us harnessed
visited by aliens
the Grays at the equator
With advanced technologies
to amaze and daze our leaders
Ike
signed a treaty at Edward's Air Force Base
was escorted to meet
omnipotent Krll
from outer space
They agreed to abductions
for genetic manipulation
in exchange for cybernetics
and kinetics to advance the human race
But what became of the agreement
in truth is just a way
the invaders gained control
in subterranean bases
we built
and now we're entoombed
and can't escape
we must awaken or be doomed
to be enslaved.
So what of freemasons?
Are they behind all this complacence?
A society known as JASON
created to enslave us
Nelson Rockefeller
and NSC 5410
Trilateral Commission
meeting in Switzerland
On submarines beneath the poles
to keep away from the probes
They decided to kill Kennedy
cause his mouth was bout to blow
They created Vietnam and Tonkin
to help the economics
created AIDS to control the population
like tonics
Injected in vaccines of Hepatitis B
to destroy minorities and gays in cities
I mean
who really has sex with a junky
turns around and fucks a chick
but is a junky?
Kind of funny all the lies they passing by
like how Hitler got his money supply
from "our" guys
Who you think owned Union Bank?
Bush's grand father
the Grand-alter bowing Senator
who brought them to power
and now Zapata Oil
owned and operated by them
developed the technology
for off-shore drilling
This is where the drugs are shipped
and brought to our kids.
Not subjected to inspections
by the customs agents
That's right
population control by our own president
supplying cheap labor
for himself to get rich
and September 11th, in 1991
they created the New World Order
in a speech to the young
(check the facts
all the shit I'm saying is true
Call me a psycho
but this is what I've read
It's out there for you to research
but you're too busy watchin CSI
to use your mind
fuckin Sheeple
Well the sheep get fed to the slaughter
and unless you get mad start thinking
for yourself
this is what's about to happen
So just listen, ight?
fuck it)
RFID chips implanted in arms
by May 2008 you'll have to carry a card
National ID?
Just a step away from IV
as far as I see
they've already enslaved me
It's in your passport
so where you go
you'll be monitored
The police can search your house
without warrants like robbers
Hold you without a reason
no lawyer like this is treason
Torture you
till you bleedin
and hold you
without releasing
Why do they do it?
Cause they can
to keep you illusioned
to the Truth:
that you're a human
you're beautiful
and a being existing
in dimensions of heaven
and beyond
and this is a fake ride
that you take
as you're only
fucking
God.
(Fuckin idiots. What the fuck is wrong with you?
Wake up. Wake up!
Look around.
Why you being slaves?
All of you.
Damn! Look at what you're doing everyday.
It's a miracle that you're alive.
Fuckin people
It's one billionth of a degree difference
and the existence and creation of this universe would collapse upon itself.
And you think you were put here to fuckin labor?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Wake up!!!!!!!!!!!!)
*STLP 2008
Sometimes the mass of lies
is so vast it gets past our eyes
and what's in front of us
we can't focus on
and we deny
I admit in the past I never got it
To admit, I refused cause the truth
was too alarmin
it's astonishing that Truman
knew the truth and kept it darkened
and since then
there's an agenda clandestine
to keep us harnessed
visited by aliens
the Grays at the equator
With advanced technologies
to amaze and daze our leaders
Ike
signed a treaty at Edward's Air Force Base
was escorted to meet
omnipotent Krll
from outer space
They agreed to abductions
for genetic manipulation
in exchange for cybernetics
and kinetics to advance the human race
But what became of the agreement
in truth is just a way
the invaders gained control
in subterranean bases
we built
and now we're entoombed
and can't escape
we must awaken or be doomed
to be enslaved.
So what of freemasons?
Are they behind all this complacence?
A society known as JASON
created to enslave us
Nelson Rockefeller
and NSC 5410
Trilateral Commission
meeting in Switzerland
On submarines beneath the poles
to keep away from the probes
They decided to kill Kennedy
cause his mouth was bout to blow
They created Vietnam and Tonkin
to help the economics
created AIDS to control the population
like tonics
Injected in vaccines of Hepatitis B
to destroy minorities and gays in cities
I mean
who really has sex with a junky
turns around and fucks a chick
but is a junky?
Kind of funny all the lies they passing by
like how Hitler got his money supply
from "our" guys
Who you think owned Union Bank?
Bush's grand father
the Grand-alter bowing Senator
who brought them to power
and now Zapata Oil
owned and operated by them
developed the technology
for off-shore drilling
This is where the drugs are shipped
and brought to our kids.
Not subjected to inspections
by the customs agents
That's right
population control by our own president
supplying cheap labor
for himself to get rich
and September 11th, in 1991
they created the New World Order
in a speech to the young
(check the facts
all the shit I'm saying is true
Call me a psycho
but this is what I've read
It's out there for you to research
but you're too busy watchin CSI
to use your mind
fuckin Sheeple
Well the sheep get fed to the slaughter
and unless you get mad start thinking
for yourself
this is what's about to happen
So just listen, ight?
fuck it)
RFID chips implanted in arms
by May 2008 you'll have to carry a card
National ID?
Just a step away from IV
as far as I see
they've already enslaved me
It's in your passport
so where you go
you'll be monitored
The police can search your house
without warrants like robbers
Hold you without a reason
no lawyer like this is treason
Torture you
till you bleedin
and hold you
without releasing
Why do they do it?
Cause they can
to keep you illusioned
to the Truth:
that you're a human
you're beautiful
and a being existing
in dimensions of heaven
and beyond
and this is a fake ride
that you take
as you're only
fucking
God.
(Fuckin idiots. What the fuck is wrong with you?
Wake up. Wake up!
Look around.
Why you being slaves?
All of you.
Damn! Look at what you're doing everyday.
It's a miracle that you're alive.
Fuckin people
It's one billionth of a degree difference
and the existence and creation of this universe would collapse upon itself.
And you think you were put here to fuckin labor?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Wake up!!!!!!!!!!!!)
So Nice (Lyrics)
This song is an attempt to write the things I went through down as I remembered them, embodying the voice of a past self, vernacular, etc. My sister, Shea, sings the chorus on the track.
from Initiation *STLP 2008
It's been such a rough couple a weeks,
and now this rain's just gettin inside of my head.
Can't stop reminiscing about the past,
All the things I did,
but you know it all helps you learn in the end.
So just listen and we'll see
Verse 1
Sittin by my window
see the rain drippin down
Hittin window panes
makin melodies of sound
My mind travels down a deep tunnel
reminisce when it went down
All these whispers seemin distant
from here and now
Shoppin at the mall
Coppin Iverson's involved
Flossin, just watchin
mom talking in a draw
"Hey baby, there's something I gotta say.
This might cause pain
but in the end you'll be okay."
"What is it mom?
just give it to me straight
I'm too busy chasin bitches
to play this silly game."
"Hey! It's Gregg.
I've decided we can't stay.
So we're gonna rent a townhouse
And move away today."
As the thought became real of moving
losing dude who'd had me raised
tears streamed fluidly
cooling my blue face
Whether stained
or drained
I truly thought the pain
would never leave
and I'm giving Mommy blame
Chorus 2x
(So Nice)
Hearing rain hit the panes
(So Nice)
Though the pain hits the brain
(So nice)
The feelin of my struggle in the game
(So nice)
Life teaching us each day and we gain.
Verse 2
Now a little older
Holdin anger in my speech
Actions seeming gangster
pulling heists amongst the streets
my life amongst the beats and sheets
I'm actin out amongst my peeps
Gettin drunk and smokin blunts
Thinking thug life is for me
Exploring the story
got me pouring like this rain
all my glory it's a shame
but I'm warring with the pain
Lying to my chick about my dealings
wheeling weed like steering wheels
turning g's
feeling like a shark in the sea
No seeds
Smoke weed to free myself from me
So he
proceeds blow in my nose
it froze me
holy smokes
my folks begin to overdose
he's comatose exposed to blow
and overblown
So I took my flow to Villanova
Thinking sober
but still sinkin
cooking soda
as my body's gettin older
Getting colder
learning from the code
but going over
In my home
I'm bout to explode
O, it's over.
Chorus 2x
Verse 3
I hear the rain on this day
clear the pain
washed away
On these dryer sheets
writing speech
keep the rain locked away
but we all got those days
where nothing goes right
Bring a rose to your chick
and she's humpin your body
No money and the bills piling high
thinking why
is the man in the sky
piss and cry on this guy
On a man who just tries
to get by in the rhythm spittin lines
Living light
and it's his time
It's a test
if you pass it
You a master of the math
If you don't
it won't last
With disaster you should laugh
Cause the meanness
makes the genius
have the means to overcome
all the demons
as a being
we all beat
to become One
You a sun shinin
even when the weather's glum
When you're the one cryin
it's your time to refind love
whether in the studio
or in your daily routine
your the artist
in your life
so in the darkness you can beam.
from Initiation *STLP 2008
It's been such a rough couple a weeks,
and now this rain's just gettin inside of my head.
Can't stop reminiscing about the past,
All the things I did,
but you know it all helps you learn in the end.
So just listen and we'll see
Verse 1
Sittin by my window
see the rain drippin down
Hittin window panes
makin melodies of sound
My mind travels down a deep tunnel
reminisce when it went down
All these whispers seemin distant
from here and now
Shoppin at the mall
Coppin Iverson's involved
Flossin, just watchin
mom talking in a draw
"Hey baby, there's something I gotta say.
This might cause pain
but in the end you'll be okay."
"What is it mom?
just give it to me straight
I'm too busy chasin bitches
to play this silly game."
"Hey! It's Gregg.
I've decided we can't stay.
So we're gonna rent a townhouse
And move away today."
As the thought became real of moving
losing dude who'd had me raised
tears streamed fluidly
cooling my blue face
Whether stained
or drained
I truly thought the pain
would never leave
and I'm giving Mommy blame
Chorus 2x
(So Nice)
Hearing rain hit the panes
(So Nice)
Though the pain hits the brain
(So nice)
The feelin of my struggle in the game
(So nice)
Life teaching us each day and we gain.
Verse 2
Now a little older
Holdin anger in my speech
Actions seeming gangster
pulling heists amongst the streets
my life amongst the beats and sheets
I'm actin out amongst my peeps
Gettin drunk and smokin blunts
Thinking thug life is for me
Exploring the story
got me pouring like this rain
all my glory it's a shame
but I'm warring with the pain
Lying to my chick about my dealings
wheeling weed like steering wheels
turning g's
feeling like a shark in the sea
No seeds
Smoke weed to free myself from me
So he
proceeds blow in my nose
it froze me
holy smokes
my folks begin to overdose
he's comatose exposed to blow
and overblown
So I took my flow to Villanova
Thinking sober
but still sinkin
cooking soda
as my body's gettin older
Getting colder
learning from the code
but going over
In my home
I'm bout to explode
O, it's over.
Chorus 2x
Verse 3
I hear the rain on this day
clear the pain
washed away
On these dryer sheets
writing speech
keep the rain locked away
but we all got those days
where nothing goes right
Bring a rose to your chick
and she's humpin your body
No money and the bills piling high
thinking why
is the man in the sky
piss and cry on this guy
On a man who just tries
to get by in the rhythm spittin lines
Living light
and it's his time
It's a test
if you pass it
You a master of the math
If you don't
it won't last
With disaster you should laugh
Cause the meanness
makes the genius
have the means to overcome
all the demons
as a being
we all beat
to become One
You a sun shinin
even when the weather's glum
When you're the one cryin
it's your time to refind love
whether in the studio
or in your daily routine
your the artist
in your life
so in the darkness you can beam.
Nubian Revolt (Lyrics)
This is the quintessential piece on Initiation, embodying the complex, fractal approach of a budding Joe Cyrus.
*STLP 2008
(Pluto, Pluto, Pluto)
Verse 1
Desert Sidewinder
survive in any climate
mind of a Mayan scribe
aspiring to high-shaman
Ayahuasca addict
Eyes of a lion famished
Press the cactus button
Hide in the sky's dances
Acid flashbacks
Recording did much damage
Reportin my mind's scans
on the fourth discord of man
To mention dimensions
We'll start with the 8 notes
Dissect the overtones
144 in a boat
A, B, C
paddling Sirius' abode
Nephilim, nexus-watchers
Doctoring tubes that broke
Awoke from the egg's yoke
with Nibiru mining gold
Neanderthal turning rubix cube
to Nubian Revolt
Out-of-body, Altimira
petroglyphic code
All adhere to pre-historic
notions we uphold
I'll appear an altered
human animal enclothed
Sheepskin keeps me kin
to people's reason
to creep low.
Chorus 2x
History hiding mysteries
provided that we dig
Is it a modern mimicry
we're hiding from the kids?
Scientist survivalists
hintin at origins
piss on the high-mistress
your highness is a Bitch.
Verse 2
See me saddle a pale horsey
with a monkey on my back
Was told the apocalypse is imminent
get my money on track
use it to fund
machiavellian battles of the "bad"
while our well-meaning halo-team's
preparing Eden's comeback
prepare to leave your young one's
This one's for the grown
but only if your aura's bright enough
for night glow
Right Joe?!
My family might use my government
But Joe died in high-school
a democratic republican
Thug in him shed
for a love-sheath
and blood head
like a pimple ready to burst
to ease the pain once dead
Rebirth, I'm looking backward
to fast forward through
the vacuum to bring me back through
to the rapture again
My thousandth chance
as the man ending a voyeur's trip
sort of like a lawyer for God
screaming "pay me, bitch"
Since God's my dog
You might dub him, Pluto
I'm snatching my idol's name
Like a doll from voodoo
that's negative acupuncture
at this juncture in my life
So I capture Aladdin's lantern
ask him for a light.
Chorus 2x
Verse 3
This is the match sparking
the arson on wax art
so it's drippin on plastic
a seance for past parts
A bit of an actor
wearing a mask in this chapter
but look back to its start
to prepare for disaster
Learning black magic
with shamans called "black bastards"
rappin maniacs
chantin speaker-spell-casters
The steeple fell
But the people fell faster
unequal acceleration
like helicopters and saucers
Crop-circled the Earth
for a worthy pop-author
Found my Self in the center
The excalibur Arthur
Galvanized Galileo
Galaxy-gazing farther
Galloping gaily
over gullible grazing cattle
Guardian of underground galas
and graveyards
Gardener gardening with gamma rays
God's orders
Like Lebanon Cedar Center
Omphalos Oracle signal-sender
to the mothership's lead commander
On some other shit
like fiends demanding crack in jail
an arachnid blackened pale
from flasks of acrid ale
Media stories
Medicine feeding frenzying men
who really blend to be
better pretending
Healing.
*STLP 2008
(Pluto, Pluto, Pluto)
Verse 1
Desert Sidewinder
survive in any climate
mind of a Mayan scribe
aspiring to high-shaman
Ayahuasca addict
Eyes of a lion famished
Press the cactus button
Hide in the sky's dances
Acid flashbacks
Recording did much damage
Reportin my mind's scans
on the fourth discord of man
To mention dimensions
We'll start with the 8 notes
Dissect the overtones
144 in a boat
A, B, C
paddling Sirius' abode
Nephilim, nexus-watchers
Doctoring tubes that broke
Awoke from the egg's yoke
with Nibiru mining gold
Neanderthal turning rubix cube
to Nubian Revolt
Out-of-body, Altimira
petroglyphic code
All adhere to pre-historic
notions we uphold
I'll appear an altered
human animal enclothed
Sheepskin keeps me kin
to people's reason
to creep low.
Chorus 2x
History hiding mysteries
provided that we dig
Is it a modern mimicry
we're hiding from the kids?
Scientist survivalists
hintin at origins
piss on the high-mistress
your highness is a Bitch.
Verse 2
See me saddle a pale horsey
with a monkey on my back
Was told the apocalypse is imminent
get my money on track
use it to fund
machiavellian battles of the "bad"
while our well-meaning halo-team's
preparing Eden's comeback
prepare to leave your young one's
This one's for the grown
but only if your aura's bright enough
for night glow
Right Joe?!
My family might use my government
But Joe died in high-school
a democratic republican
Thug in him shed
for a love-sheath
and blood head
like a pimple ready to burst
to ease the pain once dead
Rebirth, I'm looking backward
to fast forward through
the vacuum to bring me back through
to the rapture again
My thousandth chance
as the man ending a voyeur's trip
sort of like a lawyer for God
screaming "pay me, bitch"
Since God's my dog
You might dub him, Pluto
I'm snatching my idol's name
Like a doll from voodoo
that's negative acupuncture
at this juncture in my life
So I capture Aladdin's lantern
ask him for a light.
Chorus 2x
Verse 3
This is the match sparking
the arson on wax art
so it's drippin on plastic
a seance for past parts
A bit of an actor
wearing a mask in this chapter
but look back to its start
to prepare for disaster
Learning black magic
with shamans called "black bastards"
rappin maniacs
chantin speaker-spell-casters
The steeple fell
But the people fell faster
unequal acceleration
like helicopters and saucers
Crop-circled the Earth
for a worthy pop-author
Found my Self in the center
The excalibur Arthur
Galvanized Galileo
Galaxy-gazing farther
Galloping gaily
over gullible grazing cattle
Guardian of underground galas
and graveyards
Gardener gardening with gamma rays
God's orders
Like Lebanon Cedar Center
Omphalos Oracle signal-sender
to the mothership's lead commander
On some other shit
like fiends demanding crack in jail
an arachnid blackened pale
from flasks of acrid ale
Media stories
Medicine feeding frenzying men
who really blend to be
better pretending
Healing.
When the Wind Blows (Lyrics)
from the Joe Cyrus album, Initiation *STLP 2008
Chorus
When the bow breaks
The cradle falls
You will die
When the wind blows
the cradle will rock
when it's time.
Verse 1
See him on the street
with a laser in his eye
Laser on the gun
with a razor on the tongue
Raised a hell-raiser
as a baby
never cried
Always knew when daddy left
he'd be crazy as a guy
Slangin cane
making bank
Payin jakes
claiming gangs
never changing stance
when it came to aiming things
Rockin brand name
with a chain the size of slaves
Diamond-cased
always riding
so he kept his eyes awake
Had a chick he kept at home
had a couple on the road
Made his money
paid his mama
with the money from the blow
Kind of funny
all his thoughts
as he built his house alone
"I wonder who can touch me?
I'm surrounded by this gold"
Til he found her one morning
in a dumpster at his home
Mama in a garbage bag
money in her palm
"Honey call the cops."
But she sat and just grinned
Set up by his chick
who was fuckin on his kin
Chorus 2x
Verse 2
Broken since his mama died
he's scopin for revenge
Chick moved to Oakland
while he's hopin to hit it big
With the coke in the stash
he's slopin while he skids
No money blowin product
broken Big's commandments
Glances in the mirror
while he's scannin his face
Hatred can't be clearer
so he glances away
He stands in the paint
can't stand to make a gain
Burnin chances as his reign
fades like dances in the rain
Gettin fed up
Makin calls to get 'em wet up
Get the cheddar fellas
We'll burn in hell until we get 'em
Forgettin bout his mama
All he's seeing is drama
Lama on the side as a replacement for karma
Armor on his body
with a shotty in his arms
sparkin ganjaa like Bob Marley
with no "Redemption Song"
Temptation taking over
cause the allure is too strong
Like a fisher with a lure
he's hooked on what's wrong
Chorus 2x
Verse 3
In a Lincoln with a ski mask
a match and these cracks
He sparked the eem fast
and relapsed
like fiends gassed
Crashed his whip at the rivals
he's homicidal
Survival on their minds
like religious revivals
He's Fivel playing with cats like that
and he's libel
to make a vital mistake
and be broken like an Idol
Smokin, gettin open
like Jehovah's Bible
Witnessing his demise
like he's wishing suicidal
As he climbed out the whip
his mind in a fit
he cried a little inside
thinking "this might be it"
His man to the back
with a fully packed clip
Tooley back and locked
like a truck in traffic
Shots from addicts
from the front and back quick
He's man was the one
doing backstabbin
Now when the wind blows
and the house crashes
you better not be in it
or I'll be there laughin
Chorus 2x
Chorus
When the bow breaks
The cradle falls
You will die
When the wind blows
the cradle will rock
when it's time.
Verse 1
See him on the street
with a laser in his eye
Laser on the gun
with a razor on the tongue
Raised a hell-raiser
as a baby
never cried
Always knew when daddy left
he'd be crazy as a guy
Slangin cane
making bank
Payin jakes
claiming gangs
never changing stance
when it came to aiming things
Rockin brand name
with a chain the size of slaves
Diamond-cased
always riding
so he kept his eyes awake
Had a chick he kept at home
had a couple on the road
Made his money
paid his mama
with the money from the blow
Kind of funny
all his thoughts
as he built his house alone
"I wonder who can touch me?
I'm surrounded by this gold"
Til he found her one morning
in a dumpster at his home
Mama in a garbage bag
money in her palm
"Honey call the cops."
But she sat and just grinned
Set up by his chick
who was fuckin on his kin
Chorus 2x
Verse 2
Broken since his mama died
he's scopin for revenge
Chick moved to Oakland
while he's hopin to hit it big
With the coke in the stash
he's slopin while he skids
No money blowin product
broken Big's commandments
Glances in the mirror
while he's scannin his face
Hatred can't be clearer
so he glances away
He stands in the paint
can't stand to make a gain
Burnin chances as his reign
fades like dances in the rain
Gettin fed up
Makin calls to get 'em wet up
Get the cheddar fellas
We'll burn in hell until we get 'em
Forgettin bout his mama
All he's seeing is drama
Lama on the side as a replacement for karma
Armor on his body
with a shotty in his arms
sparkin ganjaa like Bob Marley
with no "Redemption Song"
Temptation taking over
cause the allure is too strong
Like a fisher with a lure
he's hooked on what's wrong
Chorus 2x
Verse 3
In a Lincoln with a ski mask
a match and these cracks
He sparked the eem fast
and relapsed
like fiends gassed
Crashed his whip at the rivals
he's homicidal
Survival on their minds
like religious revivals
He's Fivel playing with cats like that
and he's libel
to make a vital mistake
and be broken like an Idol
Smokin, gettin open
like Jehovah's Bible
Witnessing his demise
like he's wishing suicidal
As he climbed out the whip
his mind in a fit
he cried a little inside
thinking "this might be it"
His man to the back
with a fully packed clip
Tooley back and locked
like a truck in traffic
Shots from addicts
from the front and back quick
He's man was the one
doing backstabbin
Now when the wind blows
and the house crashes
you better not be in it
or I'll be there laughin
Chorus 2x
The Struggle (Lyrics)
The Struggle is the 7th, and center track on Initiation, signifying the Heart Chakra or center of life on earth. Enjoy
*STLP 2008
Verse 1
My mind and soul are collapsing
from the hold
of these mean streets
and gold
that got me looking for action
No relaxing on the phone
No relapsing into those
Mistakes that could break me
and return me to my hole
When I was a kid
the shit was easy
it never even crossed my mind
about the money and hungry life
and how it makes you blind
So please relieve me
and release me
cause it's easy
Believe me
To try and take this weed
and make the money come sleezy
but hey
When you got car payments
rent, doctor's bills
This cheese ain't heaven sent
You have to make it
take the milk and let it cook
ferment it til you can bake it
sell it by the block
take your cut
Jake's is
in my city like it's a convention
for bacon
Different recipes for the same meat
it's flagrant.
I'm hardened
Though as a child
I was smarter.
They took me
whooped me
broke me down
til I no longer
felt pain
I no longer feel the rain
as it pours
my umbrella is my weather vain
and it's raw
from these storms
but tomorrow
I feel sunrays
it's Sunday
but the only cross I'm seeing
is the hairs inside my scope
when I'm aiming at my demons
and believe me I'm fiendin'.
Chorus 2x
It's an everyday struggle
But we all go through it
The hustle is life
but we all go through it
So what you gon' do
when the times get ruff
You gon' give up?
Or turn to someone you love?
Verse 2
I know broke livin in a glass house
just a stone's throw from being open
good is stolen with smokin rounds
Golden days is old and
growing haze
and cold wind
blowing my face
is frozen
and we're enslaved without
knowing God
Knowing hard times
Like DMC run
from the truth of existence
It's wicked being me
Being free from liberation
Free to fight with ambition
Free to kill our neighbor
for Gold and go to prison, shit
It's no different than people been living it
since back when are parents bought
religion and cigarettes, shit
Now everything's unhealthy
Except watchin Tv
and stoppin your growth to get wealthy
The belt isn't wrestlin'
it's strapped across our backs
The ring ain't for a finger
it's an arena for blacks
whites, and asians
young, bright, but favored
to be placed in hatred
stripped from rights
so they're naked for life
Taken in quite a situation
make it a plight
Take a flight to take care
and run away from life
It's terminal
indeterminate
whether the soul's burnable
but if it is
I'm flame retardant
cause life is learn-able
stripes are earn-able
In the current climate
but in general
it's hard to plant the seed
when the kernel's drying
*STLP 2008
Verse 1
My mind and soul are collapsing
from the hold
of these mean streets
and gold
that got me looking for action
No relaxing on the phone
No relapsing into those
Mistakes that could break me
and return me to my hole
When I was a kid
the shit was easy
it never even crossed my mind
about the money and hungry life
and how it makes you blind
So please relieve me
and release me
cause it's easy
Believe me
To try and take this weed
and make the money come sleezy
but hey
When you got car payments
rent, doctor's bills
This cheese ain't heaven sent
You have to make it
take the milk and let it cook
ferment it til you can bake it
sell it by the block
take your cut
Jake's is
in my city like it's a convention
for bacon
Different recipes for the same meat
it's flagrant.
I'm hardened
Though as a child
I was smarter.
They took me
whooped me
broke me down
til I no longer
felt pain
I no longer feel the rain
as it pours
my umbrella is my weather vain
and it's raw
from these storms
but tomorrow
I feel sunrays
it's Sunday
but the only cross I'm seeing
is the hairs inside my scope
when I'm aiming at my demons
and believe me I'm fiendin'.
Chorus 2x
It's an everyday struggle
But we all go through it
The hustle is life
but we all go through it
So what you gon' do
when the times get ruff
You gon' give up?
Or turn to someone you love?
Verse 2
I know broke livin in a glass house
just a stone's throw from being open
good is stolen with smokin rounds
Golden days is old and
growing haze
and cold wind
blowing my face
is frozen
and we're enslaved without
knowing God
Knowing hard times
Like DMC run
from the truth of existence
It's wicked being me
Being free from liberation
Free to fight with ambition
Free to kill our neighbor
for Gold and go to prison, shit
It's no different than people been living it
since back when are parents bought
religion and cigarettes, shit
Now everything's unhealthy
Except watchin Tv
and stoppin your growth to get wealthy
The belt isn't wrestlin'
it's strapped across our backs
The ring ain't for a finger
it's an arena for blacks
whites, and asians
young, bright, but favored
to be placed in hatred
stripped from rights
so they're naked for life
Taken in quite a situation
make it a plight
Take a flight to take care
and run away from life
It's terminal
indeterminate
whether the soul's burnable
but if it is
I'm flame retardant
cause life is learn-able
stripes are earn-able
In the current climate
but in general
it's hard to plant the seed
when the kernel's drying
Robots (Lyrics)
from the Joe Cyrus album, Initiation *STLP 2008
Verse 1
Got up this morning
a strange feeling in my stomach
Can't tell if it came
from below or above us.
Something tellin me
that what I'm doing is wrong
runnin at a job
I should be cuttin out songs.
It's like the media
be teaching us to be sheep
Slaving through the week
while our soul's getting beat.
Seems to me
that if the creator did us the favor
of puttin us here
then we shouldn't just labor.
Seems to me
We should blend our own flavor
And for me
it's paintin words across paper.
Since our birth on this earth
we've been taught little worth
little purpose in our current struggle
if it's just work.
I turn to bustle and grind
tryin to hustle these rhymes
muscled out of my job
making puzzles for minds.
Piece a masterpiece
beats, rappin, and sheets
Trade a plastic-ass life
for my freedom of speech.
Chorus 2x
You are robots and drones
a lot like clones
that wack shit you speak
I do not condone
I might stand alone
Call me hot with poems
I might not have a job
but I hold my own
Verse 2
Seekin deeper being
reaping seeds of my speech
Reachin people breathing
evil demons defeat
Equalize my life
through mind body and soul
Visualize and write
bright focus on goals.
Making all the right moves
like I'm turning in circles.
Fall and might bruise
with my ass turning purple.
Saving the planet
the word herbalist standing
Observing the stranded-turned-
phantoms disbanded.
Unite with life
through mics at heights
too high for light
you guys need sight
new vision arisen
through rhythms uplifting
Atlantis' true wisdom
through stanzas I give em.
Monument, monolith, modeling
artisan-ship
Targeting all of the bi-partisanship
Marketing marvels
I'll have you walking on marbles
Rollin, I'm controllin
by my method of dark rule.
Verse 3
Nod to the beat
like you're fuckin robots
Applaud with deceit
like you fuckin know God
Am I wrong
Is it me?
You just nod and agree
but go on
in the sea
thinking luck
will be free
Ughh
It's like you're stuck
in a mud or a freeze
and a breeze couldn't budge
so I'm forced to strike heat
Lightning littered letters
scorching like August steam
Mic cords imbedded
with the likeness
of my screams
Rice, beans, and veggies
feeding medleys I dream.
Pedal past the dead in sheets
of metal scrap heaps.
In mental capacity
I'm actually gravity
Graspin widowed travelers
like merchants
harassing.
Purses bursting
while purpose
remains unearthed
herded persons
contained in the dirt
I don't graze with cattle
and I won't stain my shirt
I remain the crazed magus
Moving mountains on earth.
Chorus 2x
Verse 1
Got up this morning
a strange feeling in my stomach
Can't tell if it came
from below or above us.
Something tellin me
that what I'm doing is wrong
runnin at a job
I should be cuttin out songs.
It's like the media
be teaching us to be sheep
Slaving through the week
while our soul's getting beat.
Seems to me
that if the creator did us the favor
of puttin us here
then we shouldn't just labor.
Seems to me
We should blend our own flavor
And for me
it's paintin words across paper.
Since our birth on this earth
we've been taught little worth
little purpose in our current struggle
if it's just work.
I turn to bustle and grind
tryin to hustle these rhymes
muscled out of my job
making puzzles for minds.
Piece a masterpiece
beats, rappin, and sheets
Trade a plastic-ass life
for my freedom of speech.
Chorus 2x
You are robots and drones
a lot like clones
that wack shit you speak
I do not condone
I might stand alone
Call me hot with poems
I might not have a job
but I hold my own
Verse 2
Seekin deeper being
reaping seeds of my speech
Reachin people breathing
evil demons defeat
Equalize my life
through mind body and soul
Visualize and write
bright focus on goals.
Making all the right moves
like I'm turning in circles.
Fall and might bruise
with my ass turning purple.
Saving the planet
the word herbalist standing
Observing the stranded-turned-
phantoms disbanded.
Unite with life
through mics at heights
too high for light
you guys need sight
new vision arisen
through rhythms uplifting
Atlantis' true wisdom
through stanzas I give em.
Monument, monolith, modeling
artisan-ship
Targeting all of the bi-partisanship
Marketing marvels
I'll have you walking on marbles
Rollin, I'm controllin
by my method of dark rule.
Verse 3
Nod to the beat
like you're fuckin robots
Applaud with deceit
like you fuckin know God
Am I wrong
Is it me?
You just nod and agree
but go on
in the sea
thinking luck
will be free
Ughh
It's like you're stuck
in a mud or a freeze
and a breeze couldn't budge
so I'm forced to strike heat
Lightning littered letters
scorching like August steam
Mic cords imbedded
with the likeness
of my screams
Rice, beans, and veggies
feeding medleys I dream.
Pedal past the dead in sheets
of metal scrap heaps.
In mental capacity
I'm actually gravity
Graspin widowed travelers
like merchants
harassing.
Purses bursting
while purpose
remains unearthed
herded persons
contained in the dirt
I don't graze with cattle
and I won't stain my shirt
I remain the crazed magus
Moving mountains on earth.
Chorus 2x
Per Stephanie (Lyrics)
This song is retelling of the classic Greek myth between Persephone, Orpheus, and Hades, with a modern twist, of course.
from the Joe Cyrus album, Initiation *STLP 2008
(where did I lead this girl?)
Chorus
Steph was a girl from around the way
and her man would always beat her
She went underground to find my lair
cause she knew that I could teach her
She could have gone back
but she chose to stay
so I led her to a window
and awoke the great
she saved her soul
and froze the pain
and this is the story of Stephanie:
Verse 1
It's Saturday night
masked avenger on the prowl
step away from seclusion
so I can move a crowd.
Underground home-body
dwelling in the cellar
alone probably
with yoga or karate in my villa.
Plastered poems
scattered on wall glowing
from shattered bone marrow
of plastic glow sticks.
Asses moving
but in the mood for no chicks
but my eyes cross path
with this girl I notice.
Green eyes, mean thighs
but it's the secret between us
that makes my pulse skip
like G.I.'s.
Spoke to her in a whisper
asked her who she's with
Said, "A guy named society
you might know him!"
"Know him?
He was my man in the past
but got mad
when I discovered his booby traps.
Truly, cutey,
maybe we can catch a movie."
She said, "My name is Stephanie.
You must be Plutey".
Chorus
Verse 2
Weeks passed fast
but she never let me smash
I led her down into my lab
to peep my habitat.
Speakin deep secrets
beneath society's streets.
He probably would have killed her
if she hadn't been discrete.
Asanas and mantras
while paintin mandalas
Chantin rhymes written in Sanskrit
with Lamas
Learning proper
Burning candles
Turnin channels
awake with fern and handles
Words dismantled
But society got pissed
and he showed up at my door
demandin Steph be given over
(she's my girl!)
I said, "she can follow you
back above
but if you turn around
before the light
you're outta luck."
It was out of spite
I refused to fight
Shook his hand and said, "Good luck"
just to prove my might.
Told Steph to think of wisdom
as she walked toward the light
but remember my rhythms
that I bring you in the night.
Chorus
Verse 3
A funny thing happens
to a man in distress
to mistrust your mistress
demanding respect
will just thrust her interest
to other prospects
and Pluto is a God
so it's even worse yet.
Evil lurkin in my tunnel
I'm workin subtle
murmur curses through a funnel
as my rebuttal.
Puddles of broken glass
dark seeds and garlic wreaths
donning the garden
leaving my dark scene
Steph started thinkin of the moments we made
longing dearly for a moment with fate
alone in a daze
Alice in the fountain of wonderland
Moan slippin from her mouth
as she's going.
Out of instinct, society didn't think
turned to help her out
with one blink
but she's with me.
Years ahead of the others
from her lover
and now she's underground,
no God above her.
Society in the past and stuck in wonder
slackin, but never grabbin
Steph's Under cover.
(And you led me down. You made a run, I hit the ground...)
from the Joe Cyrus album, Initiation *STLP 2008
(where did I lead this girl?)
Chorus
Steph was a girl from around the way
and her man would always beat her
She went underground to find my lair
cause she knew that I could teach her
She could have gone back
but she chose to stay
so I led her to a window
and awoke the great
she saved her soul
and froze the pain
and this is the story of Stephanie:
Verse 1
It's Saturday night
masked avenger on the prowl
step away from seclusion
so I can move a crowd.
Underground home-body
dwelling in the cellar
alone probably
with yoga or karate in my villa.
Plastered poems
scattered on wall glowing
from shattered bone marrow
of plastic glow sticks.
Asses moving
but in the mood for no chicks
but my eyes cross path
with this girl I notice.
Green eyes, mean thighs
but it's the secret between us
that makes my pulse skip
like G.I.'s.
Spoke to her in a whisper
asked her who she's with
Said, "A guy named society
you might know him!"
"Know him?
He was my man in the past
but got mad
when I discovered his booby traps.
Truly, cutey,
maybe we can catch a movie."
She said, "My name is Stephanie.
You must be Plutey".
Chorus
Verse 2
Weeks passed fast
but she never let me smash
I led her down into my lab
to peep my habitat.
Speakin deep secrets
beneath society's streets.
He probably would have killed her
if she hadn't been discrete.
Asanas and mantras
while paintin mandalas
Chantin rhymes written in Sanskrit
with Lamas
Learning proper
Burning candles
Turnin channels
awake with fern and handles
Words dismantled
But society got pissed
and he showed up at my door
demandin Steph be given over
(she's my girl!)
I said, "she can follow you
back above
but if you turn around
before the light
you're outta luck."
It was out of spite
I refused to fight
Shook his hand and said, "Good luck"
just to prove my might.
Told Steph to think of wisdom
as she walked toward the light
but remember my rhythms
that I bring you in the night.
Chorus
Verse 3
A funny thing happens
to a man in distress
to mistrust your mistress
demanding respect
will just thrust her interest
to other prospects
and Pluto is a God
so it's even worse yet.
Evil lurkin in my tunnel
I'm workin subtle
murmur curses through a funnel
as my rebuttal.
Puddles of broken glass
dark seeds and garlic wreaths
donning the garden
leaving my dark scene
Steph started thinkin of the moments we made
longing dearly for a moment with fate
alone in a daze
Alice in the fountain of wonderland
Moan slippin from her mouth
as she's going.
Out of instinct, society didn't think
turned to help her out
with one blink
but she's with me.
Years ahead of the others
from her lover
and now she's underground,
no God above her.
Society in the past and stuck in wonder
slackin, but never grabbin
Steph's Under cover.
(And you led me down. You made a run, I hit the ground...)
Fiend for Horns (Lyrics)
from the Joe Cyrus album, Initiation (2008 STLP)
Verse
The two wildcats
with 18 lives in rap
Five in the source mag?
You asking, "want fries with that?"
Disguised in black
to find you guys in drag that act
That's find for snacks, yo
but I want my cheese in stacks
Ease back with the unneeded feedback
I see past the weak traps
to seize the free snacks
so please, black
I seen fiends crack with these facts
in fact, what I need black
is my mouth to freeze these cats
The breeze I spat?
Faster than Vick on smack
cooler than ice with yak
deeper than hate in Iraq.
In contact with fate to taste my future days
Can't relay what It said
but I know, you'll know my name
and you'll know your place
Testing my faith is a mistake
I couldn't be shaken
with your hand in my face.
Saving the world's space
placing my words in orbit
lift-off can't be avoided
or the message contorted.
Those that ignore it...
you'll be my first targets
your hearts will be pardoned
faster than Chelsea Clinton's father.
These martyrs, victims of indignation
command the attention of the whole entire nation
Half-man, half-amazing when racing through these pages
so place your bets on the best racer
I'm laser with these statements
face it
You dudes misplaced all your hatred
Even before the facelift
The fakeness ruined your placement
Doomed for basement play
so who could take the stage?
Who could fade away the useless music of the day?
Me
The genius got more penis than gay porno features
I seep through your speakers
like feet sweat through sneakers.
With one shot
the fun stops
my mouth cocked
from gun shots
I shine
your blind
from sun spots.
With one shot
I can't stop.
Nuns' tops come off
from the sound of my vocal cords
so watch me set it off like Osama
to bomb the world.
Hook 2x
Life is just a dream
so I'm fiendin for more
Every breath we breathe
is the moment we're born
if we live by the gun
then we'll die by the sword
if we live for the song
we'll come alive in the horns
Verse
The two wildcats
with 18 lives in rap
Five in the source mag?
You asking, "want fries with that?"
Disguised in black
to find you guys in drag that act
That's find for snacks, yo
but I want my cheese in stacks
Ease back with the unneeded feedback
I see past the weak traps
to seize the free snacks
so please, black
I seen fiends crack with these facts
in fact, what I need black
is my mouth to freeze these cats
The breeze I spat?
Faster than Vick on smack
cooler than ice with yak
deeper than hate in Iraq.
In contact with fate to taste my future days
Can't relay what It said
but I know, you'll know my name
and you'll know your place
Testing my faith is a mistake
I couldn't be shaken
with your hand in my face.
Saving the world's space
placing my words in orbit
lift-off can't be avoided
or the message contorted.
Those that ignore it...
you'll be my first targets
your hearts will be pardoned
faster than Chelsea Clinton's father.
These martyrs, victims of indignation
command the attention of the whole entire nation
Half-man, half-amazing when racing through these pages
so place your bets on the best racer
I'm laser with these statements
face it
You dudes misplaced all your hatred
Even before the facelift
The fakeness ruined your placement
Doomed for basement play
so who could take the stage?
Who could fade away the useless music of the day?
Me
The genius got more penis than gay porno features
I seep through your speakers
like feet sweat through sneakers.
With one shot
the fun stops
my mouth cocked
from gun shots
I shine
your blind
from sun spots.
With one shot
I can't stop.
Nuns' tops come off
from the sound of my vocal cords
so watch me set it off like Osama
to bomb the world.
Hook 2x
Life is just a dream
so I'm fiendin for more
Every breath we breathe
is the moment we're born
if we live by the gun
then we'll die by the sword
if we live for the song
we'll come alive in the horns
Karma (Joe Cyrus Lyrics)
from the 2008 Joe Cyrus (fka Pluto) album, Initiation. *2008 STLP
*******Warning. This song contains explicit content utilized to express severity of truth. Do not proceed if you aren't ready for the dark side of man.********
Chorus
Karma is controlled by you
So keep your eyes open for the evil you do
Cause what goes around comes around (True)
Whether it's things, or the people you screw
Verse 1
I'm not well versed in guns
but well-versed in hung
since birth, whale girth
a male rehearsed in tongue caressing.
First undressing your skirt
she thirsts for my essence
like star-burst fruit chews
her juice loose on my weapon.
Shooting with no discretion
Blue facial expression
Smith and Wesson cocked in Sue's mouth
Proof baked on your retina.
Mistakenly you sought truth
that's what I brought you
Taught you to watch for dudes
who got what you want, too.
Not rocks, but quick thoughts
hitting like cops do.
Slippin, impossible sitting dick
in your chicken's finger-lickin dish
Too tight to fit, Sue liked the clit bit
to loosen her pipes a bit,
to smooth the mood in the moonlight
so Pluto could finish your wife, Sue,
in the right.
The benefit? Right...
You and me both know wifey rolls
with tight ripe cherry not picked
in quite 3 whole...
Well, maybe...
Shit, who cares?
Years since she could stare in a mirror without tears
Not Sue's queer
Your fears spouting to fountains
when I stepped here.
Disrespect you by laying my head to rest near
you best clear
this place, like erased tapes for space
and watch that snake snappin
from the side of my waste.
(Uh, Karma, it'll get you boy. Gyeah)
Chorus 2x
Verse 2
On a weekend excursion
seeking virgins, I cruise
Choose few true beauties
easy work seekin her.
Blue eyes, brown skin
I found sin in Kim's smile
I bounce into her thighs
to make her chin grinning wide open
Broken lamps, what a dream
but not a requiem
I make Kim LIVE for the scene.
"What the fuck, bitch!?
My bad, I mean queen".
Her "badass" boyfriend
seemed glad to catch me
While he ran on the scene
his gat squeezed
while I'm laying on the bed
Naked with Kim draped
waist around my head.
Fake killer in this place
and you know it ain't me
Fast thinkin, so fake Jason
was wasted without haste.
Slow or "no" gat's the same
with my life at stake
might have faced retaliation
without causing a wake.
Pause and take a break...
"Yo, P, What happened to Kim?"
Exactly as expected
I kept packin it in.
Smackin her ass
like back in the past
Mom whacked me at 10
for selling crack to my dad
(I've always been bad).
You can call me your dad
like Kim and all the others
but like James Todd and Bond
when I'm, undercover.
Wonderlover
that's what the girls see
but the world can see
that no other's quite like the "P"
(yeah, and that's Karma! uhh)
Chorus 2x
Verse 3
My final scene
spit at, got at
my final queen
pardon me
charged like amphetamines
I'm fallin deep
Rule 1:
Never let a bitch steal your heart
the four chambers can't be saved
once taken apart.
I'm lifted
blunt-breaking after work
open my door
and hun's takin off her skirt!
Basic thought:
break the cock
take the shot
no hesitation at the previous spot
I hate cops.
Got my first taste of bacon
when I came in the place
knew the "jake" from Cottman Ave
where I used to move weight.
He drew with no haste
face blue
his boots quaked
but he wasted few moves
to lose two shots from his case
Tupac in this place
"hail mary, save my soul"
Mind wary, and I'm losing control
Who's in control?
Karma
Burnt by a notion
no man is beyond in this ocean
of drama.
Mama taught the lesson
pop's enforced impression
Of course there's no progression
when the streets teach a lesson.
(When the streets seek a vengeance)
Chorus 2x
*******Warning. This song contains explicit content utilized to express severity of truth. Do not proceed if you aren't ready for the dark side of man.********
Chorus
Karma is controlled by you
So keep your eyes open for the evil you do
Cause what goes around comes around (True)
Whether it's things, or the people you screw
Verse 1
I'm not well versed in guns
but well-versed in hung
since birth, whale girth
a male rehearsed in tongue caressing.
First undressing your skirt
she thirsts for my essence
like star-burst fruit chews
her juice loose on my weapon.
Shooting with no discretion
Blue facial expression
Smith and Wesson cocked in Sue's mouth
Proof baked on your retina.
Mistakenly you sought truth
that's what I brought you
Taught you to watch for dudes
who got what you want, too.
Not rocks, but quick thoughts
hitting like cops do.
Slippin, impossible sitting dick
in your chicken's finger-lickin dish
Too tight to fit, Sue liked the clit bit
to loosen her pipes a bit,
to smooth the mood in the moonlight
so Pluto could finish your wife, Sue,
in the right.
The benefit? Right...
You and me both know wifey rolls
with tight ripe cherry not picked
in quite 3 whole...
Well, maybe...
Shit, who cares?
Years since she could stare in a mirror without tears
Not Sue's queer
Your fears spouting to fountains
when I stepped here.
Disrespect you by laying my head to rest near
you best clear
this place, like erased tapes for space
and watch that snake snappin
from the side of my waste.
(Uh, Karma, it'll get you boy. Gyeah)
Chorus 2x
Verse 2
On a weekend excursion
seeking virgins, I cruise
Choose few true beauties
easy work seekin her.
Blue eyes, brown skin
I found sin in Kim's smile
I bounce into her thighs
to make her chin grinning wide open
Broken lamps, what a dream
but not a requiem
I make Kim LIVE for the scene.
"What the fuck, bitch!?
My bad, I mean queen".
Her "badass" boyfriend
seemed glad to catch me
While he ran on the scene
his gat squeezed
while I'm laying on the bed
Naked with Kim draped
waist around my head.
Fake killer in this place
and you know it ain't me
Fast thinkin, so fake Jason
was wasted without haste.
Slow or "no" gat's the same
with my life at stake
might have faced retaliation
without causing a wake.
Pause and take a break...
"Yo, P, What happened to Kim?"
Exactly as expected
I kept packin it in.
Smackin her ass
like back in the past
Mom whacked me at 10
for selling crack to my dad
(I've always been bad).
You can call me your dad
like Kim and all the others
but like James Todd and Bond
when I'm, undercover.
Wonderlover
that's what the girls see
but the world can see
that no other's quite like the "P"
(yeah, and that's Karma! uhh)
Chorus 2x
Verse 3
My final scene
spit at, got at
my final queen
pardon me
charged like amphetamines
I'm fallin deep
Rule 1:
Never let a bitch steal your heart
the four chambers can't be saved
once taken apart.
I'm lifted
blunt-breaking after work
open my door
and hun's takin off her skirt!
Basic thought:
break the cock
take the shot
no hesitation at the previous spot
I hate cops.
Got my first taste of bacon
when I came in the place
knew the "jake" from Cottman Ave
where I used to move weight.
He drew with no haste
face blue
his boots quaked
but he wasted few moves
to lose two shots from his case
Tupac in this place
"hail mary, save my soul"
Mind wary, and I'm losing control
Who's in control?
Karma
Burnt by a notion
no man is beyond in this ocean
of drama.
Mama taught the lesson
pop's enforced impression
Of course there's no progression
when the streets teach a lesson.
(When the streets seek a vengeance)
Chorus 2x
Initiation (Infinite Power) Lyrics
from the Joe Cyrus (fka Pluto) album, Initiation (2008 STLP)
Chorus
It's an infinite power
let the music devour
your soul
it controls all moves by the hour
Every second
every minute
can't stop until it's finished
but it's never gonna finish
It's an infinite power 2x
Verse 1
I sit in a basement with a mask and a mace
Break tracks with a quick crack and laugh on tape
Lasting stamina over amateurs stammering overtures of glamour
Glorifying narrow glares, I'm panoramic camera
Pornographic Pantera, Thor's hammer
Slamming the earth's core and bring forth manna
Prana breathing Lama
Speak to Rama in dreams
Hiding like Osama in the right paw of the Sphinx
I write y'all
In a past life
A lettered labyrinth
On absynthe and acid you still couldn't conceive
Frequencies I generate
resonate high
As I penetrate renegade minds
Open or chosen to invigorate lives
Incinerate education
Masturbation of mind
Meditate for preservation
a return to divine
This is Initiation so tune into my eyes
Heart singing patient while liberation arrives
Chorus
I'm a being seen as human
Teeming with hues seen as movement
Hallucinating creation
In the game of life I'm fluid
Getting straight-A grades in school
Though I was a truant
Too busy mixing tapes in my basements like fluids
Nostalgic alchemist
Alphabet altruist
Alabaster alter-bowing master of halibut
Fishing with hieroglyphics
Showering pictographic biscuits
River and mountain delivering down
in fountains of my wishes
Doubting mystifying figures
Mythic lies and dying misters
I'm supposed to dignify in idols or pictures
Pissed at pixelated painted saviors
Tainted by neighbor's interpretations of sayings
Misunderstood behaviors
Perfect presence/presents persist in heaven
Permeating your presence
Percussive murmurs of your essence
If you proceed with your questions
the blessing bleeds through to teach a lesson
so you can proceed through to heaven
Chorus
Infinite powers dwell within hours spent
pent up in a basement
rent payment late cause the beat's an escape
Keep repeatin' like earthquakes in LA
An artist traveled farthest
To the darkest snare on the barren planet
to scrape his name on a granite plate
stranded on the standard refrain
played barren from cityscapes.
A pharaoh was raised
Blazing arrow flaring flaming
from a narrow movement known as human race
Days aged the dude to he grew a mangy main
opted for a mask to cap his face
He withdrew from life as he knew
as he grew to understand his aim
He removed from view to brew his brain
Til the bitch's ale tipped the scales
Sippin ale sitting there
Getting how the women fell
and men, too
into mental hell
The temples fell and he screamed
"Ah, shit. I'm supreme!"
Chorus
It's an infinite power
let the music devour
your soul
it controls all moves by the hour
Every second
every minute
can't stop until it's finished
but it's never gonna finish
It's an infinite power 2x
Verse 1
I sit in a basement with a mask and a mace
Break tracks with a quick crack and laugh on tape
Lasting stamina over amateurs stammering overtures of glamour
Glorifying narrow glares, I'm panoramic camera
Pornographic Pantera, Thor's hammer
Slamming the earth's core and bring forth manna
Prana breathing Lama
Speak to Rama in dreams
Hiding like Osama in the right paw of the Sphinx
I write y'all
In a past life
A lettered labyrinth
On absynthe and acid you still couldn't conceive
Frequencies I generate
resonate high
As I penetrate renegade minds
Open or chosen to invigorate lives
Incinerate education
Masturbation of mind
Meditate for preservation
a return to divine
This is Initiation so tune into my eyes
Heart singing patient while liberation arrives
Chorus
I'm a being seen as human
Teeming with hues seen as movement
Hallucinating creation
In the game of life I'm fluid
Getting straight-A grades in school
Though I was a truant
Too busy mixing tapes in my basements like fluids
Nostalgic alchemist
Alphabet altruist
Alabaster alter-bowing master of halibut
Fishing with hieroglyphics
Showering pictographic biscuits
River and mountain delivering down
in fountains of my wishes
Doubting mystifying figures
Mythic lies and dying misters
I'm supposed to dignify in idols or pictures
Pissed at pixelated painted saviors
Tainted by neighbor's interpretations of sayings
Misunderstood behaviors
Perfect presence/presents persist in heaven
Permeating your presence
Percussive murmurs of your essence
If you proceed with your questions
the blessing bleeds through to teach a lesson
so you can proceed through to heaven
Chorus
Infinite powers dwell within hours spent
pent up in a basement
rent payment late cause the beat's an escape
Keep repeatin' like earthquakes in LA
An artist traveled farthest
To the darkest snare on the barren planet
to scrape his name on a granite plate
stranded on the standard refrain
played barren from cityscapes.
A pharaoh was raised
Blazing arrow flaring flaming
from a narrow movement known as human race
Days aged the dude to he grew a mangy main
opted for a mask to cap his face
He withdrew from life as he knew
as he grew to understand his aim
He removed from view to brew his brain
Til the bitch's ale tipped the scales
Sippin ale sitting there
Getting how the women fell
and men, too
into mental hell
The temples fell and he screamed
"Ah, shit. I'm supreme!"
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