We Are One

Eyes open I feel love
from you today my baby
I just want to become forever
you someday if not now
please believe my smile
and its child
kidnapping my frown
let me welcome
appreciation inside
so it can take us
for a ride
mental the mind restraining me
protecting me
strengthening who I am
so I can continue to express
how much I love you
take my hand
fun you will enjoy us
as it is only meant to be
Thy's will
done connected no fear no threat
because baby

We Are One

My Train and Its Path

On the train I sat
pen pad my place
I'm safe what a match
light day sun looking in
out of the window
I glance just to catch
one ray so with it
I can attach
my mind my body my convenience
like a patch
AHKMEL PHAROD
does the math and impacts
where Charles Coleman Kearse
speaks gentle and outlast's
the unspoken the negative
the confused and the mad
accomplishing my goals
so understand the before
you misunderstand and judge

My Train and Its Path

Freestyling 91

Freestyling 90

All odds against me
slowly making the world sleepy
acting like you don't need me
let me speak freely
before easy
line by line
extra wet get the squeegy
believe me
choice not selectively sleazy
sharp like cheddar
far from cheesy
out of my solar
you need to leave me
the fuck alone
before your neck becomes breezy
thought I was your dog
trying to tease me
I don't bite I mawl
because I'm Grimmy and Greedy

Freestlying 89 - This Shit

Yo! Yo! Yo!
Look at all these
Fake Flannegan Niggaz
Broke throat carrying Niggaz
I'm about to get the Dum Dums
with the empty chest cavity representations
affiliated with all the
sell your soul to Jesus hypocritiums
what you worth is how
homeless bums eat crumbs
from out the garbage
in the slums
so all you need to know about this
is that you exist in

This Shit

The Innocence of My Smile Saved You

Remove yourself from my mood
because my intellect will not
you see my degrees of seperation
equates to the only reason
there is a reason
Shhh! Listen to the
softness of how the letters
connect to form a loving bond
between penmanship and expressions
that are heart felt
using my dedication
to secure the formations
of sensual communication
this in what I do is really about love
where only love can love love
deeper than love
can pain love
remember my love
and how it embraced you
how it in the beginning claimed you
before it chased you
do you remember how my touch
almost shamed you until

The Innocence of My Smile Saved You

Share It

Similar to the first time
I appeared before an audience
to share my love for you so defined
I remember talking about heaven
line by line
processing within each pause
how you are too fine
you see with this poem here
I will keep you
after I reach you
only hoping to teach you
about from the beginning
my only plans
were to breach you
get inside of you
to exist be gentle and kind
to you
your mind, body, soul, and spirit
I live now to with me have you

Share It

I Long To

Even at times like this
I find myself dreaming
the unforgettable
soaring above clouds
chasing memories of you
within each star in the sky
twinkle twinkle
I've wished upon you
happy forever unconditionally
it will only be you
I will respond to
smiles hugs soft kisses
and gentle words from my mouth
along with me shall bond you
this is here everyday without
keeping count or record
of my love continuing to show you
however for your love
promising to keep forever
I Long To

Freestyling 88 - Cutting My Loses

Peep the lime
not for the Corona this time
my blinding light is so refined
get it
am I gonna have to remind
you about how I did it
so exsquisite a lil different
to be specific
check out how I am spitting up
temparature at 98.6
got you thinking I'm sick
word
for real I am wicked
like giving a chick
8.5 inches no digits
after the first sentence
would you be mines
because I love you for instance
as I am one to appear
then disappear in an instant
its hard to keep up isn't it
AHKMEL PHAROD formerly
LLord Trife wait a minute
and I'll disintroduce your interest
with a deliverance so explicit
times up for all you fake niggas
and fake bitches
my mind backwards is what I hit with
simplistic not caring about shit
including your existance
or you being cautious
I spit up that sick shit
call me nautious
before I start

Cutting My Loses

Sick

Sick With It

Sick With It

Freestyling 87

The realness of my
wait....
I'm not trying to go there right now
too many stupid muthaphuckaz
asking me how
Like Michael Jordan
back in the day I WOW'd
soared above fake Jakes
lamping on fake clouds
Haters trying to pull me down
get laid the fuck out
mouthpiece on the ground
for running off
before summing up pound for pound
I crush then astound
I bust a rhyme old school
Charlie Brown but I'm no clown
I smile then counter
clockwise your frown
I'm street like lost and found
been dirty been underground
don't let the suit fool you
part of my hustle round 4 round
no contest point deducting your lounge
fast forwarding your rewound
stopping then ejecting
tossing your flossing
to the left hand
one steeringwheel right throwin
cuz your shit was garbage
a fact you were already knowing

I'm Lost Without You

How Can I Ease Da Pain

They Call Me Mister Lover Man

Feel Da Fya

Freestyling 86 - That Country Shit

Hot just to start off
couches with plastic
how can I get up
when I can't off
some body pass me an eclipse
because I'm starting to smell
like a chick
skin frying like chicken
smog alerts
all day every day
cough after cough
sweat looking like it's
running back up north
it aint this hot in New York
Africa Africa
No Safari
I think I am lost
Sunrays left jabbing my frost
mentality no longer frozen
it's hot as shit down here
it's hot like carribean atmosphere's
island temperature no water
somebody pass me
a portable air conditioner
a rainshower shadow - for real

Freestyling 85

The way around my invisible
is non-existent
thinking cap fitted
just right for persistence
too smooth too gifted
too fortunate too consistent
you fail you listen
because you couldn't see my position
now hows that for an entrance
introduction Ed McMahon
couldn't get with
here's Trigga Trife
acting without the action
breaking camera's putting out lights
a menace to your civil rights
consciously analyzed to psyche
all these dicks picking up mics

Freestyling 84

360 Degrees my roof
hotter than 110% proof
dark liquor type nigga
tall handsome plus smooth
with my pedal to the metal
fast and furious with the lyrical
I can't lose
Like ganstas wearing derby's
tough with mine when I crash you
fuel tank like my think tank
always full
Supercharged plus powerful
rack and pinion in my walk
Invincible
190 miles an hour
is what I'm giving you
Clocking me and my style and shit

Freestyling 83

All must rise to fall
like walking backwards to crawl
energies beneath my gravities
something that can not be explored
truth be heard echoing down halls
solidifying my mental within
your hardcore if your hardcore
don't front on me
because I've seen this before
the DeJaVous
the who are yous
the being adored then ignored
which is all good
like a 20 story building
with no floors
a charity or foundation
with no cause
a car note on a car
with no doors
seriousness I bring
like chemical wars or
Brooklyn Zoo Tours

So Tremendous

Carrying the Love
Harmonious
Already made the song to this
Melodious
Did it like it was nothing
Cordless
Bitten by the touch of my voice
Poisonous
Sitting there distracted
just a little
Cautious
As in the mind
Focused
See I knew that once
I maximized my potential
you would be
Glorious
Standing for every reason
Still - in the same position
to compose my expressions
where now more listen,
So I ask
What truly is it
about me and the way I did it
So slow, so careful
So respectful

So Tremendous

Holding It Down - Holding It Down

We check you check
my squad break necks
we live you hide
rushing areas then cashing
bounced checks
Ahight do you feel
the speed of my thoughts
I'm about to strike you with next
that Franklin Avenue Shit
too complex
playground up in your face
no curfew about to catch rek
hitting niggas fast quick
domino effect
East New York, Crown Heights represent
no tech
spit in your face
throw up you hands 52 Jammies received
protect your neck
double G train iron horse connect
Bed Stuy survive my life is in check
no need to wild out bark or get upset
just get fed remark up then attack
New York you jet
fast quick on that permanent
combination left right left
automatic I wish a nigga....man
scars I have them, cards I have them
database query your sector
for bitch niggas ready to bag em
no zipper
sipped cappuccino
with Jack the Ripper
then moved in with two bitches
and a white boy named Jack Tripper
now you can see on your screen
how I don't be messing around
While I am on my grind

Holding It Down - Holding It Down

Freestyling 82 - Take it Personal

I'm feeling this old shit right here
Red ink more than ready to appear
all rough backing it up so what's up
with all the tension in the air
too much bitch nigga position
better stay clear of my atmosphere
Man - no need to warn
Mc's best prepare
tonsils on flare
breath more flammable
then 110% proof liquor all year
can't be moved non-sentimental
don't show tears
to busy putting fear
in hearts attacking
no mercy cuz I don't care
for death will come if you dear
my defense to blitz
quick Chicago Bear
from the Brook knuckling niggas
down from the rear
didn't ask for any company
so get dafuck outta here
before I start exposing secrets
like Vicky's underwear
technical fool's are shared
with thug's who stare
scheming on test tube Mc's
Rhyming about the ice they wear

Freestyling 81

What up God
Blowing shit to smitherines
aint so hard God
it's got to be me God
the analytical born God
Got dogs chasing
their own tails God
abnormal the gospel
of AHKMEL PHAROD God
LLord Trife still repping
the Brooklyn Backyards God
money earning money spending
like I'm married to the Mob God
what's all this talk about
Brown Bags
Yall Niggaz get the wooden rod God

Universe's Romance

Hemisphere in my world
Atmosphere in my world
Galaxies I'll never see
Why...
Don't I exist in the world
along with these
space will you ever welcome me
as the earth enslaves me
with a pull known as gravity
How do I escape
How do I become free
to spread my arms
unconsciously will there ever
be an opportunity for the chance
to be introduced to a star
so that I can dance within

Universe's Romance

Freestyling 80

Twenty six times one
we multiply just for fun
undercover MC's
waiting to get put onto
excalibir with the
dragon in the dungeon
microphone still cordless
thought it wasn't
to much time in my business cousin
Red Beret wearing
bloody hands two thou
making it happen Captain
grabbing flashes with too many smiles
and no action
snooze you lose plain and simple
without the laughing

Freestyling 79

Many lives remembered
many a time we dismembered
fake crooks with hard looks
colder than December
fur standing - back of my neck
don't get me angered
Wolverine status lyrics
sharper than titanium Wu Bangas
up that rectum goes the hanger
Oh Shit!
Feel this NY Knick
eating more fish than
the Boston Strangler
God blessed me to thank ya
then shank ya so Fuck You
cuz I will out rank ya
before I hang ya or gank ya
no option to retreat
cuz you dissappeared
after I blanked ya
Abrams throught the projects
check my strength on the mic
with more power than any tanker

Freestyling 78

No more talk
lets get our clothes dirty
or walk
5 paces
then turn and shoot
who's the livest
the ruff rugged
shadow invisible
means it's hard to find me
don't hide just glide
right pass the simple
so to catch me conversating
very unlikely
come try me
understand that I don't care
my muthaphuk is still here
with nothing to fear
troopn the danger zone
white chalk yellow tape
dogs better beware
lookin into eyes
to see who's really scared
Yo! What the Deal
Bust your guns in the air
then count to ten
listen for the Five-O
then point and shoot
take the loot
if you bad nigga
afraid punk niggas
stay pulling triggaz
without a purpose
sweaty palms tingly spinal cords
Yo! This bitch ass is mad nervous
can't contain your actions
can't hold your tongue
loose lips in Brooklyn get hung
that's my word herb
lynched by my 200th verb
out of control analyze
my role as a criminal
and not a model
so you can't follow

Rush Hour Traffic

Is the time for one to stand still
seconds adding up to minutes
an infinite count
Hold up
without the time out
I'm not finished
LLord Trigga Trife
Never needing to replenish
I was born strong
Allergic to spinach
you don't get it
I drink to exist
blood liquids
fuck the transfusion
and the death sentence
lyrical fugitive on the run
from the bullshit
you know what I'm saying
too many mimics plus gimics
temperature -300 degrees Celcius
so bring your ice picks
before you call next
unprepared for this Brooklyn

Rush Hour Traffic

Freestyling 77

Counted my blessings twice
format twisted like
my mic LLord Trigga Trife
Sleeping on Ice
just to cool off
cuz I'm loaded plus
hotta than dice
lyrics precise to entice
Ten rappaz wives
without the disquise
don't need no soft music
to realize I'm better than nice
without the sacrifice
rhyme after rhyme
I keeps your thoughts in line
jumping from one to the next
like lice
better yet you best to
get a check up
before you get wrecked up
by Trigga Trife
putting out your lights
for trying to put up a fight

To Spread Love Forever

Weak
Can't move
Body jumping
Blood confused
Time standing
Still feeling
the throbbing
I remember
when I use to
Make love
before taking love
I remember when I
Wrote a poem everyday
For every pair of lips
I kissed
I'm up to about 1,200 now
WOW!
This can not be
where are my wings
My arrows

To Spread Love Forever

Until the Sensation Takes Over

Lights on for the touch
my shadow has the day off tonight
because I need to feel
every second of you that much
Listen, my mood stems
from your scent of paradise
inhaled twice leaving me floating
I can't wait now to taste
what makes you chase erotica
like the symbol 69 of my zodiac
Cancerian to be exact
now straighten out your mind
so I can posture your back
with my hands as you lay intimately intact
woman breathe please
exhale so I can ease
my deepest feelings inside of you
over and over

Until The Sensation Takes Over

Fall Behind

How can this be?
When I still can not see
What you dream
Beyond belief

How can I desire
Something I can't acquire
Even though your fire
Makes my heart perspire

How can a soul
Be true to the folds
Of your arms while alone
Thinking about loving me at home

How can your heart
Be less then a heart
If used like a dart
To penetrate my art

How can your thoughts escape?
If they have yet a place
To take the lead and embrace
The smiles already put on my face

So soul that is mine
And thoughts that are defined
Along with a heart that's blind
Be sure to keep in step
So you won’t

Fall Behind

Empowering People - 1998

Maybe this can help your outlook out side of society for a minute..
Charles C. Kearse, co.Ph.D. / Empowering People

This essay is on Feeling

The spring and summer season is here and it is a time that elicits a great deal of feeling, whether it is being resigned to another "command performance," excited about sharing it with friends and loved-ones, or sad about not having someone with whom to connect that way.

What does it mean to feel? From the first moments of our lives, we all want. We want to be held, touched, burped, loved, to rest, get warm, lose weight, make money, scratch an itch, etc. It matters to us whether or not we accomplish what we want and it is this mattering which is the basis of feeling: To feel is to spontaneously evaluate how successfully we are fulfilling our wants, satisfying our appetites. Sometimes we are thematically aware of (that is, are focused on, "conscious" of) how we're affected and sometimes we are not. What we desire, the degree to which we desire it and how we are affected by our perceived successes and failures always arise from the fabric of our entire life history and are inseparable from it.

Feeling is our constant companion. We continuously evaluate—most often, without thinking about it—how things are going for us. Yet many people believe that they feel only sometimes. Such people tend to be aware of how they feel only when intensely affected. Although often subtly affected, they are out of touch with, "blind" to the many shades of gray between their intense pleasure and intense distress: As a result, they rob themselves of the greater richness, joy and sense of adequacy and worth that would grace their lives given a more intimate awareness of their affected selves.

Contrary to the popular view—perpetuated explicitly or implicitly in numerous self-help books—we do not will, do not choose how we feel. (If we really could choose how to feel, all of us would surely have already chosen to be happy, which, by any stretch of the imagination, is not the case.) We are free only to discover how we feel as it is made manifest to us through our affected bodies (e.g., while waiting for an interview for a job which I really want but for which I am unprepared, I discover that I am anxious through my sweaty palms and rapidly beating heart.) We are who we feel, no matter how we attempt to stop or deny it, and cannot be otherwise.

Those who believe that they choose how they feel view "feelings" as nouns, as things that they have. For them, if feelings are things they have, then it follows that when they are unpleasant feelings, they're things to be gotten rid of. But this is impossible, since to feel is actually a verb, a way of being, not a noun:

To feel is to be affected, an un-choosable way of being.

One result of viewing feeling as a thing believes that a feeling is something ethereal, unsubstantial; that is, that we have neutral bodies through which we choose to experience, or not experience, intangible feeling. However, to feel is always visceral, incarnate; it always involves our whole selves. Our troubled bodies are the very means through which our distressed being becomes manifest (and, therefore, remediable); to subdue feeling is to subdue ourselves.

People often come into therapy confused by how they are feeling. They believe that their being distressed means that something is wrong with them, that in some way they are defective, inadequate. As a result, they search—often desperately—for some way to keep from feeling as they do. Since this effort is inevitably futile, it is self-defeating. It can provide short-lived relief, at best, but is more likely to lead, in a vicious cycle, to diminishing confidence about being able to gain lasting relief, and increasing fear and anxiety about failing.

If how we feel is an un-choosable fact of life, then how we feel can never be wrong (no more than blue eyes or blond hair can be wrong)—even though we have been blamed, shamed and threatened for feeling as we do (that is, for being who we are). And, if we are to achieve more abiding relief, increasing confidence and diminishing fear and anxiety, we must risk acknowledging/experiencing/expressing the way in which we are affected; we must dwell with, focus on, be present to, let in, even celebrate the ways in which we are affected.

Attending in this way to how we feel can be extremely valuable; it can instruct us about what we are trying to accomplish, how important it is to us and the extent of our success or failure. Consequently, it can help us discover how to minister to ourselves most effectively. So, rather than try to deny, ignore, distract ourselves from, or choke down how we feel (which, ultimately, must fail), it is in our best interest to live out, live through how we're affected, perhaps most especially when we are distressed.

Although we do not choose how we feel, we are not helpless; we can choose how—and how well—we will take care of our affected selves. For example, if we discover that we are anxious about the possibility of failing a course, we can hire a tutor, study longer, study with a friend, drop the course, take an incomplete, ask the teacher for help, and so on.

We use the verb 'to feel' in a number of distinctly different, yet related, ways:
1. We frequently use it to describe a conclusion we have drawn about someone else (e.g., "I feel that she is rude." The word "that" immediately following the word "feel" clearly shows that this is how it is being used.).
2. Sometimes, we use it to describe something someone else does to us (e.g., "I feel rejected"). Here, we are implying, instead of actually stating, how we feel ("I feel hurt," "I feel scared") when, for instance, someone rejects us.
3. We also use the word "feel" to indicate how we are affected, although we are actually stifling how we feel (e.g., "I feel angry," spoken through a clenched jaw). The clenched jaw says, "I'm so angry with you that I have to hold myself back; in reality, the clenched jaw conceals; it attempts to insinuate strong feeling to the other person while avoiding actually being as fully angry/hurt/scared as is true.
4. There are times when what we say we feel is dissonant with how we appear: Sometimes what we say we feel is contradicted by our appearance (e.g., "I feel angry," spoken with a smile); or, is accompanied by our appearing to be unaffected; at other times, we appear to feel a particular way, even while denying it.
Most of us don't realize that there is a great deal amiss in these situations: In all of them, we are both fleeing and pretending so as to keep from realizing, experiencing and expressing how and how much we are affected, as though we can get beyond our distresses through force of will.

All feeling occurs in relationship to someone else. Thus, our pretenses are also deceits. As a result, in misinforming or not informing others, we alienate ourselves from them, as well as make their journeys (and our own) more confusing and difficult.

We seem to believe that if we can keep from experiencing and expressing how we feel then we are finished with it. Unfortunately for us, whenever emotional expression is aborted (e.g., for fear of hurting someone or of being punished or abandoned), it continuously "strives" to be realized. As a result, it must be actively and concretely withheld (e.g., with a frozen smile, or held breath). Such holdings-back will continue endlessly, even for many decades or a whole lifetime, unless and until the interrupted "movement" is completed.

Choking things back exacts further costs which are directly proportional to the extent of one's withholding: Doing so is painful, consumes a great deal of "energy" and compels considerable attention, which are then no longer available for creating our lives. This renders us anxious, because we are moved to act at the same time that we see ourselves as neither having a right to act, nor being adequate to do so.

To be intensely affected is often described pejoratively: It is called childish, immature, weak, sissyish, an indication of inadequacy, a "breaking down," or being "out-of-control," "emotional," or "too sensitive." In fact, recognizing, acknowledging and honestly expressing how we are affected is human. It demonstrates strength and maturity, especially in a culture as anti- feeling as ours, which regards it as dangerous (when, in fact, only its suppression is harmful).

Feeling is reputed to be irrational, too. In reality, it is the most rational of experiences. For example, being sad, scared or anxious bespeaks failure or loss with regard to something or someone which one values: Being sad is a response to loss which has already occurred (e.g., of a hope, a friend or, even, a favorite sweater), while being scared is an anticipation of loss (e.g., my fear as I am falling and anticipate being harmed) and being anxious expresses anticipated loss of worth in another's eyes (e.g., when I hand in a hastily written report which 1 imagine may define me as inept in my boss' eyes). Conversely, being excited and joyful acknowledges success and desired gain (e.g., excitement expresses anticipated gain and joy is a realization of important and previously uncertain success).

These experiencings/expressings are fundamentally neither flights nor pretenses, neither immature nor irrational, neither excessive nor dangerous. Here, one's being affected is lived-through, lived-out, fully articulated (without reserve or self-abasement, which are strategies for magically fleeing from fearful possibilities). This is a true surrender to, and acceptance of the way things are. As such, it is a transcendent, arresting experience for participant and witness alike, which heals both.

________________________________________
©1998 Charles C. Kearse Ph.D. • Empowering People

Fitness First.....NOT!

2 days after I signed up

Not done yet

The myth behind the man

Do not dry this at home

The man behind the myth

Freestylin 76

45 degrees of luxury is me
The cloak and dagger of your industry
Now I’m in your history
Invincibly you don’t know
You best ask some body
Call’n all cars
Plus the military
To the National Guard
You and your squad
Who’s out to finish me
A mission with no symmetry
Better watch for the signs
And double check what you bringing me
Cuz I’m gonna sit back
And build stats from your attack
Just for the memory
Feel the pressure as I currently
Stun you with the currents Gee
Get from in front of me
Lookin and soundin booty
With no flexibility
before I negative your currency

Freestylin 75

Hard Falling
Necks detached
From heads
For duck calling
The lyrical Brooklyn
Massacre
Corner talking
Street walking
Slug all up in the nostrils
Old school shit
New Yorking
Niggas reasons for balling
Less than ridiculous
Like chicken heads stalking
Better shape your shit up quick
Cuz the concrete is more than

Freestylin 74

Standing in lines
Standing next to dimes
Dollar piece with the pretty feet
To my right right right right
Got shadows following me tonight
VIPopulantic on your mind
Between your sights
Praise be of all men
After the worship of LLord Trife
Yo! It’s like
the Queens to the King and shit
making an unforgettable grand entrance
every time the world request
for my appearance
smooth with the grandstand
standing grand on the reg
cuz I’m smooth
leading here to move
those with something to prove

Freestylin 73

4000 hundred thoughts
2000 thousand words a day
Keeping a nigga from
The east side of New York paid
Fuck ya bourgeoisie muthafuckas
You can keep eating your tuna
w/o the mayonnaise
me on the other hand
still drinking Kool Aid
that your moms made
invited me over
to chill in the shade
thought I a ruff neck
cuz I misbehaved
she saw me ….
Hold up that’s another story
Let me stick to the point
Like pinning the tail on a donkey
Get a little change
Get a little fame
Suits mob hats and ties
Looking real strange

Freestylin 72

Nothing new no changes
Same block with the same faces
Then I break out down south
No slang rearranging
No playing one life to live
Is what my worlds pertaining
So let a punk muthaphucka
Out of state approach the wrong way
D.O.S is time for engraving
Dead on Sight
Headstoned heads flown
All the way to Jupiter
Broken language ebonically is nuclear
No tragedy no mistakes
When it comes to moving ya
No cranes tractors or tow trucks
What the fuck
Index finger either on the mic
Or a clok 19’s trigga
Spray for the niggas
That couldn’t be here
To licka licka shot at these
Same corn ball niggas

Not Willing and Not Able

Here’s why women are good for…..
Well let’s see you fill in the blank
And the word just might rhyme with….

I mean to hit so…with this juvenile
That I am about to transmit
Its just something that I have to spit

Right between the eyes of all you
Who bitch about that and this
You either with a man make or miss

Take your own reflection
after the fact next to his
and then sit and talk about having kids

when you don’t even know him
applied all of your ignorance physically
then want to play like you now own him

talking about you don’t trust another woman
who was the other woman
that you became after the last and other woman

sharing and comparing, listening but not hearing
claiming then complaining, fornication over-bearing
praying and still staying, unhappy infidelity negative caring

You see I just wanted to put this
In your mind to give sight to the blind
That can’t see the truth, suffering first all the time

So sorry so shameful
So angry so blame-ful
So conniving so game-full

I suggest you just disappear
Then reappear on cable
With your own show called

Not Willing and Not Able

Love's Harmony

The Confessions of My Love and Desires - 01/26/06

An Audio Track of poem Titled: Because of You

Freestying 71

From the gleam shine on the sleeve
I still don't believe
that's why I'm writing my own shit
just for me
Fiduck all the ice, diamonds
platinum and shit
I used to wear gold and silver
and still rock Adidas
you know the shells
with the fresh rubber smell
old school for life
as I stay rocking the bells
my advice to you
is to be yourself
and stop copying niggas
if you going to represent
then represent the realah
before I come out go back
and start taxing your figures
110% insert to take out
call me Masta Killah
as I introduce you to my word
for I am the word
that became of the flesh
LLord Muthaphuckin Trife you heard
getting rid of you quick
like I get rid of stress

WuTang Who

Not Just A Fan

Throughout Our Days - upgraded

As the time is set forth
by the spiritual
Gods from the third world
enhances my lyrical
Poetical, theoretical approach
I've have taking with you
calming the storms of the metaphysical
mentally as the day I
introduced myself, is the day
that was meant to be,
as my temple has been engraved
with the name of praise,
as I welcome you to be comfortable
and never afraid, take my hand
formed from the words that I narrate
and together we will
prosper in the light
keeping us focusing

Throughout Our Days