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Ol' Shitty Poems Vol 3 Before The Prodigal Son (2001​-​2004)

by Duals

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Here I Go... 01:43
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Hahaha, the nemesis Unflawed anti-hero. Characteristic sadistic Unrivaled, conivin lie, sick kid Balemic paraplegic that ruuuuns and vomits In the face o’ idols an’ prophecies False deciple, try to conquer Jesus wannabes Wannabe as sick as this emcee I’m on that futuristic can’t top, cyborg ish Kick to yo’ clit, want some o’ this sick Heres a fist to your limb Ahhh, break your neck, rip off the flesh An’ stick a pipe down yo’ clavical Magical type o’ battle Hah, you tryna tattle Snitch wench son o’ a shady dead bitch Un mu’fucka, it’s the nemesis
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My rhymes are so nice I make epiphytes/ and u inhale the deadly poison of it and drop like u were hit by a hard narcotic/ u’ll be walkin around like a hardcore neurasthenic/ yeah im quite ballistic/ un-altruistic, cannibalistic/ type of emcee that never miss it/ a beat that is/ I’ll eat u alive kid/ im so sick I turn carnivores into herbivores and herbivores into omnivores/ u dead/ when I whistle I got an army of my soldias sendin missles/ hit ta kill/ makin blood spill/ ambitions of a boy struggling fo’ hope/ im on the back o’ the rope/ but I wont choke/ nope/ aint givin up/ my minds too ingenius/ believe me/ that’s my inter-motions/ that came from my emotions/ im more innovative then Einstein/ in my head I made a world of my own/ let I be known/ im the man at the thrown/ king of my own castle/ renowned and known for my work/ im the man without a name/ im nothing and everything/ I control the intra-district of our peripheral world/ got borders on lock down/ and yayo was locked up but now/ men love to see a nigga struggle/ but I wont give them the pleasa/ ill make em wet and reroute their death lettas/ hit em high hit em low/ my rhymes are so nasty I give u beta radiation/ and send u on a long vacation/ come at you like Akuma wit the power of Oz/ when I was young I was bewildered and un-ultra-powered when it came to the mic/ but I know what to do just flip the skills and bomb on u so u don’t know what to do/ this aint no party of tea/ this be about the M.I.C/ u cant handle it, fool best ta give it to me
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Chimney 03:52
Yo it feels like I’m stuck ‘tween a billion red bricks Claustrophobic, everything is closing in Smokes choking me, an’ fires burnin me Connected wit Saint Jude, so I am hope Just need a spark -fuckin poisoned and dyin it burn-bu-burns, I ain’t lying bricks is sruchin my chest, smoke squeezing my lungs one man ‘gainst a damned world muthafucka its my world, its what I own, my thrown I can take a million wounds, go on keep hittin I da crem de la crem, I send you sittin Take da punishment and I’m laughin Really, this shit got me gassin Yo its kinda like Ask is a German army wit no America to interfere We da indomitable force wit glacial arms Keep ya guessin, our tactics seem sporadic Heat, don’t be afraid, go ‘head an’ blast it We don’t just talk shit, we back it Catch ya off-guard in lightning action Ya jus can’t stop those blitzerg tactics Movin too quick, an’ knockin you off balance Soon as you catch ya feet, we knock you off again Are you serious? You think I’m fuckin playin main Yo yall thought u had me cornered/ but I got u instead/ ill obliterate ur crew and paint the town red/ point that nine at ur head/ mess wit me and u’ll be like tupac, dead/ aight kid/ ill flip a 360 and bomb on u homes/ come at u at sonic speed and vanish u homes/yeah lightnings quick, but im quicker/I stay at the top spot wit my rhymes/ and I don’t even need a nine ta shine/ ill stay in my place like like a sniper, I aint shiftin/ I keep droppin hits, I tell ya I aint missin/ in fact ta tell u the truth I aint got no gat/ I just spat/ I just pack my fists boldly cat/ got mo rhymes than ‘cat in the hat’/ im mad nasty/ spit rhymes fluent and fastly/ but lastly I got what other rappers want/ im great I don’t fake/ ill tell ya the truth about all, I aint fake/
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I Kill Em 00:52
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I don’t fit in (silence) I don’t fit in (silence) I don’t fit in (silence) I’m a lucid dreamer, my whole life has flashed between now an’ the matrix My brain overlapse time, space and volume I’m idiosyncratic and HCl pierces through my ventricles I concoct, contrive and devise hallucinations My lamebrain is whacko like a yo-yo In case you didn’t get the metaphor those are all synonyms I dispose your fluid and destroy your body’s equilibrium You fluid thirsting loser, suck on my semen The psychopathic of I fears I’m stalked by a thousand incubus’ Rhymes psychotic, like bullets to thy lips I kiss My brain is dancing in a circle, I’m surrounded by demons Don’t even try to jerk me, you dirty creatons Stay the fuck away, no idea, like a-bombs that spray random Spread disease, like your moms witout a condom Like Cage I do Incision to yo’ brain, ‘dissection’, cause of the ‘infection’ No man is sane, stuck wit immaterial brains Stuck wit yo’ romanticized views o’ reality My rhymes are immortal thrives to destroy vitality I don’t fit in (scratching) I don’t fit in (scratching) I don’t fit in (silence) I’m a psycho thinking eccentrically, who’s emotion and innovation comes from intuition I globally reason humankind through nonverbal communication And send your stereotypical views out the kitchen Cus you ain’t cookin nothin’ nigga Yo’ brain don’t quite function nigga But I’m a miracle, because even through my left-brained tactics I use logical analysis White man’s ethnocentricity, my thoughts are correct, and you all must follow me I fuckin destroy your distorted views o’ history Raise my people back to their kingdoms and out o’ misery At least note that if you can’t follow the rest o’ this songs message Because it’s just my own therapeutic introspection I don’t fit in (scratching) I don’t fit in (silence) I don’t fit in (scratching) For the lil boys an’ girls who are geniues an’ still troubling Goin through school knowin everything an still failing I’m ‘dilexic’, treble when base, so u based(best) to be trebling(trembling) Raise the amp in my voice to that of an airplane And scream my pain direcly into yo’ brain (electric guitars) ‘Crazed’, I do art with my left brain and math with my right Black men are ignorant, because o’ the light Wake up you ignoramus, it’s time to take flight ‘Evil’, I want to be a media man, so I’ll cut you pussy niggas in 21 sections See how much sex I can sell, and add it to the piggy bank next to my knife collection ‘Foreign’, I’ll take you losers an’ force you to reality of untrue stories All you niggas are goin to hell, an’ rich white men will forever hold the glory I don’t fit in (scratching) I don’t fit in (scratching) I don’t fit in (scratching) Don’t let your apocalypse come true All minorities need to stand up an’ go make something happen Quit sitting there thinking the white man is going to give you free handouts Yo and quit despising the truth and trying to make excuses, forget an’ move on The world is stuck in nowhere Politics quit sugar coding stories and tell the whole truth Word, peace to Joe Budden, Immortal Technique, other underground revolutionaries, Chino XL, the few mainstream cats that aren’t on the materialistic or frivolous themes Phiah Cey nicca, still okay…Never great, but still okay Shot out to my twin Houie, my white brotha S-Train, my big bro Jojo, been along months when you left nigga, Coppa D, A-S-K Any otha nigga I rap wit, whateva whateva Peace
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Another teen soul who has no identity Raped by my own mind, my ideological’s unraveling I’m not that different, jus think a lil differently I’m idiosyncratic to my own mind, loss of energy Feedin, feedin the world wit thoughts Battle me it’s a loss My brain cramps as I fathom the possibilities bought Sighing, how can you buy that weak sauce Bringin you different syles Your cryin in your bedroom No one wantin to help you within miles A dying lonely soul, you fight for whom
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Damn, RRR, we got the same problems Joey Damn ain’t seen my boy Shane fo’ a long ass minute Dyin o’ depression, got me so influenced Shane probably saved me from from those horrible thought Probly wouldn’t be a rappa, if he hadn’t a taught How to vent my feelings and spirit through song It’s been a good long minute, ain’t heard from him for too long He used to stop the regression, fo’ the time we had I wasn’t in depression Not e’en the soul o’ music can heal the stressing He was the one that gave me the power to look inside o’ me Now it feels like I’m hidin sometin that deeply confides in me --look now this faggot’s tryna talk to me Chorus A conversation wit myself, I can’t feel myself I gotta save the burnin world, but can’t e’en save myself Story o’ pain, belive my soul is dead My heart rains, an’ I can’t control my head (repeat) Go head Aphiah, just close ya eyes Let ur intestines rip out, let ur soul cry You knew me fo’ awhile, don’t see why you so shy Hungry an’ eatin, I’m eatin ur soul Nigga I see you creepin, don’t try an’ get bold Tryna get rid o’ me, chea this ur depression talking Alive – an’ – walkin Gotta swallow this burden The – shock – is in Oh you havin problems, thought you’d be used to it Just die Aphiah, just cry Aphiah Just die Aphiah, just cry Aphiah Chorus I though prayer changes things, whats wrong Mahalia God ain’t respondin Thought this was a game, whats wrong Jesus my body sho’ ain’t spawning Yo Shane ain’t he, so who the fuck is I to call on A heart beat drops/I see the clock/tick then tock/acid trip it seems/my soul went fo’ walk/I’m still cryin/an’ ain’t a damn thing I can do/look Aphiah/I need you Just a one on one chat, no depression involved Who am I, a question eternally unsolved Chorus I can’t escape it, it feels like the devil’s got a lock on Me, my soul can’t escape myself Myself, can’t escape my soul Sometin wrong wit everything, an’ nuthins full Nothings right, something missin Black as night, what am I missin What am I not seein, why do I stay so cold an’ lonely I’m missin myself, so even I’m not my one and only Naw homie, I ain’t even only (screams) Chorus
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Yeah go ahead an’ act like that, see if I don’t smack you back My rhymes are light years ahead, ur merely neoteric See what happens when you tergiversate, your brain is shocked wit electric To the ideological membrane is shocked overload And you go so crazy your spinal fluid flows Right out ya ass, yeah bitch now feel the wrath I’ll stuff your pancreas through your small intestine and rip each of yo’ bones out yo’ ass Do incision an’ give you a vasectomy Chop off your one ball an’ make yo’ bitch eat it Hit her in the stomach so she vomits it and make her feed it To your grimy ass mug, then pierce your heart wit 32 slugs Brutally hold you to vice, strip 5,000 pieces of flesh wit a knife Quick wit the slice, it’s mad trife Niggas walk past wanna look at me sideways Hate cus I don’t emulate, I do it my way I don’t like nobody an nobody likes I Desolate soldier, I only fight for I(repeat) Why do I fight, why do I struggle, the pain keeps choking me (eck!) so I keep choking ye The rampage continues, with zealous compassion is wit what I expose thee Kinetic an’ catabiotic forces of energy Chop you head off (ah!) an spit in your eyes, for the ephemeral wisp of time your alive Its cowards, followers, ignoramuses, an’ idiots I despise Aww fuck it, that’s an appellation of all humans I’m the academician, the truth, the pundit, the God I contradict all humankind I’m a native american, an opposite to science, I erupt but my voice is just stuck in a box I’m antithetical, an antipodean, irreconcilable human paradox Now im heard an’ you all fear Like a bunch birds wit your ignition in a 90 degree dive gear The iconoclastic Christian, Holy water bewithchin The pious immaculate sacrosanct, who purges out sin daily But breathes it witout even knowing it nightly This is the worst o’ me, this is the nadir I wanna save your souls from that ether, even the hatas Cus you may think your cool an’ you forget about God, but theres nothing worse than rottin in the devil’s lot Chorus Chea, I may talk insane, wit dat sick sick brain Muthafuckas be way too lame, styles all da same I aint tryina sell that crack o dat cane I tryna sell dat message to my niggas, main Act stupid silly ass niggas, same All da same May be splittin yo throat o scalpin yo body off To wear as an outfit to keep me warm when I got a cough Its all just cus I love you, its all just to struck you Strike you, however verbiage you like to Unkind, unmindful I kill you I love you Im trapped … im doin good, you push my lil ass ova so now I stay exploding, like a fuckin supanova see, I try but I can do no good like something that kills all life when I touch it I wanna save you all, you don’t understand me, so fuck it Chorus
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Why fuck wit me, all I’m gonna do is kick yo’ pussy out Why fuck wit me, all I’m gonna do is eat yo’ girl out Yum yum, clit drinkin, spirit sinkin, king o’ gluttony Damn it damn it, gotta have it My spaceship bloooows, just like my fuckin rhyme Hey fagot, fuck you assho’, hey I’m an assho’ too I’m also a mu’fuckin necrophyliac Blou, heart attack Necrophiliac, I’ll fuck you up tuill ur dead Then fuck you while ur dead Nemesis, don’t you ‘member, You cock mouth mu’fuckin cuntlicker I’m unbeatable, I’ll jerk ur head off while I’m jerkin off You own dirt, on a fuckin shitty planet called earth At least I gotta spaceship Umm, damn, I lost the rest o’ my verse Oh well, stick ya left ball up ur ass while I FUCK U!
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Just A Man 05:11
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Raise Up 04:29
Raise up, raise up Raise up raise up I said soldiers raise up, I said infants stand up I said load up shot, protect yo’ culture Don’t be a coward, raise up Build a tower, raise up I don’t care what the fuck they did to you, Still I rise Like Maya Angelou said, you may trod me in the very dirt, but still like dust I rise Too much pain, ain’t time to cry Blacks are afraid to make sometin?, hardly Lets build sometin, like Marcus Garvey Let’s heal our woman so they can fight too, ‘member what Tupac said But I ain’t tryin to take two in the head an’ be dead But if that so happens, then so that happens Still raisin the army Fight the depression, fight the poverty Fight the aggression, fight the anger Gain some possession, Jesus manger Hold the most beauty in the strangest places I won’t be beset wit gloom, ratha face that doom Maya, jus like hopes springing high, still I rise Let’s rise to the cause, rise ‘till we reach God Raise up, raise up Raise up raise up I said soldiers raise up, I said infants stand up I said load up shot, protect yo’ culture Don’t be a coward, raise up Build a tower, raise up Let’s not even stick to the culture Nigga black, brown, blue, pink, anywho Yellow asian, beauty, ugly, cracka white man I don’t give a damn, let’s just spread the divine grace across the lands I’m sick of the youth listenin to bullshit, bein transpired by wackass materialistic things How you get yo’ moms outta the project by sellin poisonous things? Build the community, plant a seed, let ya knowledge blossom Not the otha way around like Indians Columbus raped an’ slaughtered Yo raise up, Malcom, Colin, Maya, y’all caused my inspiration to arise What, does this come as a surprise? That a young black man speaks like diamond’s in his wise Wise as a noun, cus the power of ICBM’s control his mind I had a dream, I had a dream That 6 billion people could walk across the ocean holdin’ God’s hands As we perpetuate to bring beauty through out the lands Raise up, raise up Raise up raise up I said soldiers raise up, I said infants stand up I said load up shot, protect yo’ culture Don’t be a coward, raise up Build a tower, raise up Let the gats bleed, let the cops take a knee You jus stole from my damn family tree Anguish Adam and Eve had to go through to create a kinship Yeah you so thug, but you can’t be loyal for a friendship? Yeah you hard stuff, but much of yo’ fam is sufferin You bluffin, you ain’t real, you just could mack an’ steal You ain’t down fo’ the cause, you just selfish You don’t have love, you just helpless Now stand cowards, stand Raise up, raise up Raise up raise up I said soldiers raise up, I said infants stand up I said load up shot, protect yo’ culture Don’t be a coward, raise up Build a tower, raise up Children, adolescent, adult, senior I could gives a fuck less Just raise up, raise up I said raise up, raise up Raise up, raise up
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Fire, water, earth, and wind released up in the mic Four elementals swirling into your psych-e Mental grip tightening No one in sight there Be an empty psycho-logical Flows wreathed out methodical Enter the youth via the mind of God Escape the contortion of their minds from that lightning rod Of your striking lies, speaking truths that’s unverified Just a loser talking, can’t comprehend this idiot Now we connect by more than mere silhouette And everything I said It’s a stick-up, raise ya hands above ya head And there you’ll find the message you should comprehend Chorus Let’s go back to the world Come children save thy world Though we all do wrong lovely Trust, God loves ugly (3x) I just lay low, pretend that part of the idiot Cus when I try to be me, y’all ain’t getting it Think John Brown, fightin fo da cause wit no soldiers One desolate man, but I’m tryin to do the right way Like God wouldn’t give up that spot So I sit he’ on the right o’ him poutin You shoutin, im wilin Lil’ babies cling On to the shouldas of they mothas Whats to come of the youth, when theres no identity in any form Proof? Whats wrong with the wrong thing I need some clarifying, the earth’s dust just piles away What does it matter what humans do on this earth, we’ll all probably be dead a million years from today All days o’ da earth add to a mere nanosecond in the existence of the universe God’s head severed by his own children, what is worse Chorus It does matter, it does matter Present the future an’ build the latter Stop trying to solve, but put thy mind into God’s so all man shall have aberrational thoughts that coincide into unity Yo, yo, yo No fake flauntin, no arrogant self-glorification Psychological quite numb, need a vacation What will God say, you in a trepidation Fuck flossin, braggin bout cars an’ bitches I want an elegant queen whom respects the riches O’ heaven, an’ all kingdom o’ God’s children Forget the materialistic feces Spit on the species An fucken waste o’ potential, we all got potential But some of us is useless fo da mere fact we don’t use it Look into God’s eyes, why should I try Why shoot for the stars, I like ‘em in the sky when your stick’s so deep there’s blood in your eyes still you point at others flaws, that I despise Why work like a slave, its only bought us racism Issues far critical, dealt like caricature Why pray, I know he reads my thoughts Don’t misconstrue Please read me right Please read me right Please read me right Don’t misconstrue me Chorus
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Yo yo, I’m sittin he’ wonderin Yo yo, do my peers like me I don’t get it, do my peers like me Do my peers like me, do my peers like me They want me to smoke this cigarette Knowin damn well I’ll get addicted Nicotine o’ niccorette It gets less o’ the best when They want me to smoke, toke on this Eck, swoo swoo, loc on this, eck, choke on this Naw duke, weed ain’t what I need I led the lead to head in the ri’ direction Seeds o’ antebellum as I seek erection Bam, there it is If reality, is guns drugs an’ corruption Then Ion’t wantit, then ion’t wantit, ion’t want it I don’t get it, do my peers like me Do my peers like me, do my peers like me Next they want me to drown my self in poison Take advantage o’ that blossom an’ hit that beauty while she’s drunk Naw duke, ion’t wanna Ig’nant ass sissy, pussy mu’fucka, he’, heres a wet willy Silly acrobatic brain spinnin, sinning – sinnin, winnin, clingin Wheres da escape, shape the tear, wear sing o’ voice Ignite nation o’ fury, weary yo’ eyes get dreary Near me, too close, stand back mo’ Intake o’ yo’ sin is splittin my skin I won’t concede to the poison I won’t chance the plead o’ the joint A need o’ the ointment You crave, I crave I guess you rave, as well But as you bake up hell, an’ I prepare that grave Un, please just give me space I don’t get it, do my peers like me Do my peers like me, do my peers like me My illest lyrics, none will understand So put it as simple as my brain can comprehend a few fans Perhaps no massive plethora Perhaps lost era on the hand And I keep moving through this dimension o’ verbiage Angles o’ anxious cartilage Moves my body across space and time Wonderin why the lord puts me in this light that’s the color o’ lime Anyway, I grasp the rocks Cus’ I took way to much o’ life to granite Granted, its hard to manage magic I don’t fit in, I believe the man higher up left me stranded I don’t get it, do my peers like me Do my peers like me, do my peers like me Do they do they, do they like me I don’t get it, naw, I don’t get God oh what is it, Lord I don’t get it Do my peers like me, do my peers like me
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Another Ol' Shitty Poems Collection for you from back in my teen days. This one has songs ranging from when I was in 8th-10th grade, which is right before I left the faith and left home and left the unanswered questions. Eventually after great folly and seeking through many places and religions God came to me in the form of Christ. But looking back here you can see even then I had a burning fire for some unanswered questions. It pangs hard for me to look back at what child-me knew and adult-me had forgotten, and equally painstaking to witness the plethora of matters that I was ignorant on which seem obvious to me today. Anyway, here it is. When I was a child I thought as a child, but I also had some vivid visions to the future also...

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released October 22, 2019

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