The darkness that passes through me.

The energy people can project can be some powerful stuff. I should know, I have empathy on a level I feel most people I have encountered don't have. I only started seeing any type of similarity within other music artists. We would never talk about it, but I would see how they reacted to certain energies around them and I would see the same reactions, same emotions all over them. It hit me that I actually have kindred spirits in this world when it comes to this empathy thing. I then started to wonder as my mind does if there are people not involved in the arts that experience this but don't know how to express how it makes them feel. I also began to wonder if all my feelings of rage, disappointment, even happiness were nothing more than a by product of what someone else was feeling at the time and if that were true, was I even a real person. Deep stuff right? Well, after wrapping my mind around all that I wrote a song about it in much more detail. Specifically the areas and moments it has affected my life. I named it 'Knights In Shining Darkness'. The darkness being the energy from the people I have encountered. The Knights represent people like myself who still stand firm yet silent when taking on those loads of emotions. Click below to listen to the song.

Hook

My knights in shining, Darkness we dwell again

My knights in shining, Darkness we dwell again

My knights in shining, Darkness we dwell again

My knights in shining, Darkness we dwell again

Verse1

It may sound strange an ambiguous to some

But I can feel the emotions of other humans

A deep empathy from the time I was young

For example I’d have a great day & good fun

Then someone high strung clearly so glum

Under their thumb I’m pressed & so done

A shadow inhaled an then passed through the lungs

That’s where a knight in shining darkness comes from

A man at his post haunted by ghosts

As long as this energy always stays close

I’m bound to the pain wrapped round my throat

The knight in shining darkness no chain mail for coat

So overwhelming I’d keep to myself

Sensory overload circuits would melt

Hours of scrubbing to bring back my health

I wiped myself so hard I gave my skin welps

Writing through pain always helps out a bit

If they pain go away, will I cease to exist??

Hook

My knights in shining, Darkness we dwell again

My knights in shining, Darkness we dwell again

My knights in shining, Darkness we dwell again

My knights in shining, Darkness we dwell again

Verse 2

As I matured new strength had been forged

my focus became sharp as a sword

negativity was strings & some chords

pinpointing its location like blips on a board

Like hearing a ford with ears to the floor

I can feel it coming like never before

Like clothing extra layers and a cauldron

under piles of bodies the heat is engulfing

It came back to me once where I was working

This shorty caught cancer death had been certain

her depression had altered my person

When she left the building I felt a resurgence

full optimism, sunlight through curtains

Now depending on the link I have with the person

I can predict their words before they’re emerging

Feed their pain through distance & deterrent

The knight in shining darkness guides through the current

uphill struggle climate cold & undeserving

The band leader orchestrate tide for the turning

Walk through the pain I know my soul is burning

Hook

My knights in shining, Darkness we dwell again

My knights in shining, Darkness we dwell again

My knights in shining, Darkness we dwell again

My knights in shining, Darkness we dwell again

The Poet Will be televised Dec 14th show 2016 *LAst SHow of the year*

Peace! Been a while my people. I'm here with just a brief update for now. I will be holding down the door at my friends Open mic "The Poet Will Be Televised". If you recognize that name you know that I've featured their in the past. Come through! It's the last show of the year. Below is the flyers for each event with links to buying tix. Peace! We will talk soon.

Black Man in America song by Johnny Hobbes

I normally don't showcase other artists work here on my blog. But my homie Johnny Hobbes recently dropped this song called "Black Man In America", not only is it important to hear but it really is a good song. I love all forms of Hip Hop, and as long as it sounds dope I fucks wit it. The first time I heard him perform the track, was live at a show we were doing together. In Bushwick, Brooklyn at this spot called "Terra Firma".

The energy and message are strong! The timing of it resonates with the world we live in today. I provided the soundcloud link below the picture of my dude and also the lyrics to the song. Also take a drop by his website: http://www.johnnyhobbes.com/

https://soundcloud.com/johnny-hobbes/black-man-in-america-prod-by-tomas-spisak

Lyrics:

Intro:
Death before dishonor
There’s no honor
in this death
we’re hunted
that’s why so many stay blunted
not many ways
we can deal with the stress

When I uprooted my life
made it more appealing
morning i be reborn
to be dead by the evening

Steady emasculated
Can’t imagine the hatred
And the weapons you came with

To make a
History of Violence
We only found
misery silence

I gotta speak up
Turn that chin and cheek up
These wounds are deep cuts
No more that’s enough

Chorus:
All eyes on me
Black man in America
Will I try and make peace
Or return fire
And tear it up? x2

Verse 1
That's what they asking
We tried asking
For a slice of that pie
Now we die fasting

Really dying out
The well drying out
AND we’re hungry
You ain't happy
Til we inside ya house

Pardon
the incendiary comments
Life is incendiary,
Scary to be honest
Cemetery seems less scary
Or even harmless
Compared to your pipeline
Keystone school to prison

Wasn't in my my right mind
To ever think you'd listen
I just wanted heal
This whole time
400 years
We just wanted to heal

And I will
With or without you

Wonderer what'll look like
When the meek inherit earth
You're about to

bring pon dey revolution
You gave us the how to.
The manual on the ground rules

Pre Chorus

If Al Qaeda shoots, we shoot back
If the Taliban shoot we shoot back
If ISIS shoots we shoot back
But of you shoot,
We supposed to take it x2

Chorus

All eyes on me
Black man in America
Will I try and make peace?
Or return fire
And tear it up x2

Verse 2:

Here's the theme
Common motif
For Every one in the white house
Millions dead in the street
If I turn lights out
Would you be willing to speak?
If we couldn't see
Are you then able to speak

You can't fight fire with fire
But either way we get burned
Eugenics, death and destruction
Feeling our ancestors
All bled for nothing

So old self rest peace
I aint going back
to that life
Not in the least

I’m trying
Be more present
I'm tired of not trying
I don't got time
Every second
An eternity loose
Time left on this lease

Can't waste another minute
I can taste the lies
You invited as spew 'em
Out of your mouth Piece
I'm blessed beyond Vengeance

Pre Chorus

If Al Qeada shoots, we shoot back
If the Taliban shoot we shoot back
If ISIS shoots we shoot back
But of you shoot,
We supposed to take it x2

Chorus
All eyes on me
Black man in America
Will I try and make peace
Or return fire
And tear it up? x2

Bridge

I might be a convict
that don’t mean i lack
conviction
or I'm another victim
there’s bigger
schemes at work
gotta look at the root
not only the fruit
of lynched men

I used to be pacifist
But I’m feeling like I'm past this shit
I didn't ask for this
This is the world that you gave me

Chorus

All eyes on me
Black man in America
Will I try and make peace?
Or return fire
And tear it up x3

How I overcame my fear of busking in my hometown of New York City.

Not much intimidates me when it comes to being a performer. I've performed in front of a number of diverse crowds. They range from angry, loving, or blank stares until you come off stage and everyone tells you how much they loved your performance.(That one still confuses me sometimes even though I don't show it, and it makes me laugh a little).

  

Imagine this face staring at you for 15-30 min of your set. I wonder what goes through the head of a person that looks like this? "He's not Kanye, where's my Kanye???".







Here is your Kanye but he's giving me a face  worse than yours,lol. If you are an artist we have all been there to some extent. You can put your all into a set. Mind, Body, and Soul. Still..The stinkface.

It happens to the best of us. Then there is the angry mob. Which I have to say I enjoy performing in front of. That to me is a Hip Hop crowd, those are the types of crowds I came up through. Just absolutely no mercy! Haha! And I loved every minute of it. I know, I know, I'm a masochist.


If you don't drop a hot 16 nigga!! You in trouble!! 

Now I don't want to stray too far away from the main point of this blog, but what I've mentioned above has given me some ideas as to what a future blog will be about. Namely being dope, in front of a non reactionary crowd. or any crowd for that matter that gives you the opposite reaction you were expecting from your music.

Back to my main point. Busking was one of those things, for some odd reason, scared the shit out of me. Only through out the years of doing music have I become more extroverted and it really has given me the courage to exploit talents I never knew I had. So it's safe to say that feeling the way I did about it was frustrating to me, and I was ready to change it. So I made a post on Facebook, putting the word out to anyone who wanted to join me in doing it, figuring that a group effort would ease the pressure of not having to do it alone. 


An artist by the name Johnny Hobbes reached out to me saying he wanted to join forces. So, cool it wasn't a group but I had someone else on board which eased my mind. He also had to work up the nerve to perform in public. Checkout the videos below to see our first time out busking on NYC trains.

You can probably see how nervous we were in our first outings, but as we progressed, maaan!

We would just walk into train cars and start rapping. The nervousness was gone and we could see a greater power in doing what we were doing. We even broke off and started busking individually. I will admit it takes a bit more energy out of me than being on stage but the liberation is completely there!

Even Bruce Lee knew about that Henny On Ice

So the other night I'm watching the movie 'Big Boss', on the El Rey Network. It's the second feature film from martial artist legend Bruce Lee. In the movie there is a scene where he gets promoted on the job he's working, and the hireups ask him to join them in a small celebration of his promotion. They bring in girls, food, and a bottle of Henny. which my man Bruce proceeds to kick back like it was nothing. Hahaha. Bruce died way before I was born and the movies were old when I was a kid

so at the time I knew nothing about the reputation Hennessy has in black neighborhoods nor it's affects. Now is a whole other story. After Bruce gets drunk he follows suit by flirting with one of the women his bosses brought in the room. He takes her back to her spot and they handle business. It's really comical. Because when he's leaving her spot in the morning he runs right into the girl he has a crush on.

Oh well, she'll get over it, and he'll get over his embarrassment too. Just another case of the affects of that 'Henny on ice'. Just to further my point I got a pic of Bruce and Alcohol.

The Henny got the master twisted! Time for that Drunken Fist!

With that being said I thought it appropriate to post the song that I wrote titled 'Henny On Ice', from my album 'Gone Is The Illusion'.  You can also take a look to the right of my blog and see my full album available on bandcamp. Checkout the lyrics written below the audio track as well. Peace!

Verse1

Our. Sexual Positions are literary descriptions

You think my name was Charles the way I lay the Dickens

Seeking true religion put your faith inside my denim

I make 50 shades of gray 3 colors on a pigeon

you chant vagina monologues louder than a riot squad

So trojan man made a condom that could fit my lightning rod

we tried standing doggie and my thrusts collapsed your quads

These magnums are a opus of my commanding charge

pour my henny down your throat now we percolating

you call my cell, to hear my voice, it helps your masturbation

I bare my fangs, wag my tongue, you got me salivating

Through osmosis your oasis in the desert my salvation

Head over heels, heels over head tripping LSD

She must a popped a molly, cause now she sweating me

PCP, oh my god, now I got you biting me?

My game is “G” no one ever gets you high as me!

Hook

Plasma in the frigerator I’m so cold blooded

carpet with rips in it yes I’m so rugged

Fuck it, flow so hard her dams went & busted

Diamond in the rough & no you can’t touch it

Rock in her soft space & no you can’t budge it

From Cambria heights all the way to Nantucket

I need a bitch & Hennesy & the heat that comes from it

What? Hahaha, I know you love it...Henny. On. Ice.

Verse2

It’s Funny just the other week you was wearing head wraps

I never knew you liked being choked while I pull your dreads back

The weave & extensions I really don’t mind that

The natural I can pull it hard though no stocking cap

You invited me over we smoked weed on your sofa

Then you leaned on my shoulder pulled my pants down lower

The fellation always starts out cool

Then its demons head Ras Al Ghul

Alpha females in the workplace your competitive

around me your submissive like your on a sedative

nerds, tomboys, even all the artsy chicks

share my enthusiasm for life and intelligence

we be into mindfucks, teeth marks in her fat butt

magic beast with mad lust, savage in a mat truck

leather & lace a nice touch, candle wax & handcuffs

henny for some back up, pour that shit in my cup

Plasma in the frigerator I’m so cold blooded

carpet with rips in it yes I’m so rugged

Fuck it, flow so hard her dams went & busted

Diamond in the rough & no you can’t touch it

Rock in her soft space & no you can’t budge it

From Cambria heights all the way to Nantucket

I need a bitch & hennesy & the heat that comes from it

What? Hahaha, I know you love it...Henny. On. Ice, ice, ice, ice, ice.

Too close for comfort.

No, not too close for comfort like the T.V. show from back in the day.

Man! I mean those hairstyles and photo coloring are just screaming the 80's. TV Guide flow!

I mean, people all in your space who have no idea of what personal space means. It's usually the most undesirable people you can think of  that do this. Sometimes you gotta wonder if you're attracting this type of person.

Like dude, we talked about this, and you're still doing this crap!?!

Not only that, but it's like there are variations of the person that keeps being all up in your business. So I decided to write a song about it, conveniently enough, called 'Radius'. Below is the Bandcamp link which you can play right here on the site. In addition to that below are the lyrics to go along with your listening experience! Yeah, I'm good aren't I? LOL.


Let's add a few more images for emphasis on the subject, shall we?

I mean got damn son.

Intro

Longer than a tightrope, aim of a snipers scope

Wrapped around a building, like a line for jordans

New methods of exploring, new masters of exploiting

from the range of it its a radius.

Verse 1

I walk in all nonchalant, then soak up the ambiance

In venues I’m a stomp, hit- the - stage- so- prompt

Thoughts I provoke, I’m - beyond your scope

Beee honest most, theeeey try to sculpt

Something just as dope, well the answers nope!

Only your ego bloats, for a seagulls gulp

Try the belly up approach, didn’t say I told you so!

You well outside your radius, only left complaining bitch

oh looky heres a bench, sit down you’re missing strength

an inch? when you’ve had enough, bags packed enter bus

bad bitch “incubus”, only in my ink you trust

rappers 20 40+ swear they good & blowing up

In 4 blocks staying stuck, same henny, same cup

different dutch, same sluts, 20, 40, 60 up

Diddy fiddy signed you up? Still a bunch a lying fucks

16 bars not enough 2 more verses going nuts!

Hook

Shhhh, I can hear them creeping in, all around the radius in an on the outside, outside, outside

Verse 2

Brainstorm pouring in, more my thoughts are in

opens doors again, think Jim Morrison

I am accomplishing, with my immortal Pen

Fight I’m sticking in, because of self discipline

puts an awesome spin, on how to chalk up wins

take it on the chin, I’m a monstrosity

awe in symmetry, of authenticity

But your brains in gear, controlling eyes and ears

Judge the hemisphere of where have I appeared

Thinking I’m other rappers well I’m nothing like them

White, Brown, or light skin, weight class titan

All my shows tight then, Lockes of a viking

Where did that come from? Nigga it’s been here

your a passive listener, try to pass as good ears

I’m not a  Jordan shot, I won’t fade away

Too many small minds, not enough bigs today

Hook

Shhhh, I can hear them creeping in, all around the radius in an on the outside, outside, outside

3rd Verse

High & Mighty Hitlers, I’m like a trickster

poison your elixir, emerge the victor

Not a great pris’ner, my limbs too limber

make you remember, you  face the enigma

seething contender, who sees through your center

you’re more like a vortex, gripping tight forceps

try to trap my light in, event horizon

I even the odds on, events on horizon

all up in my space & shit, encompassing my radius

leech & a parasite, symbiote maggot bite

I’m a bunch a dynamite, blast everything in sight

no more psuedo friendships, blown away don’t exist

never revolutionary when you’re really capitalists

Yoga and your chakra you can have all that bullshit

talk like a tough guy when you’re  just a jealous bitch

Your body language says more than any of your words did

Hook

Shhhh, I can hear them creeping in, all around the radius in an on the outside, outside, outside

Happy Accident Hour 2.0 : Live band, Jam, Cypher at Terra Firma, 119 InGraham st. Brooklyn New York Free show!! TONIGHT 8/24/2016!!

I'm rocking this show at 8pm tonight with all these amazing acts, and it's totally free. Here is the facebook invite https://www.facebook.com/events/1117894608318104/ It's sure to be a great one! Plus there is a live jam session afterwards. So if you are a hiphop artist or artist in any other genre come thru and rock with the band after the performances. 

Checkout the flyer for my show tomorrows at End Of The Weak

Freestyle Rap in Chinatown -Part 3!!!

In part 3 of this video series, I give a breakdown of my surroundings and how they relate to a certain film in recent history and hip hop.

Freestyle Rap in Chinatown session 2!

Freestyle Rap in Chinatown session 1!

This is the first update to my series of videos of me freestyling in different locales and interacting with the people and settings.

Remember the Daaaamn Daniel Craze? I wish I had started posting my instagram photos/videos to my blog way before then. But can't change the past, so I did it now so you guys know the things I've done.

#damndaniel #damn #daniel #free #style

A video posted by Gone is the illusion (@skarmanlives) on Feb 24, 2016 at 7:46am PST

Roof Top Photoshoot shot by Jendog Lonewolf

Another #rooftop photo courtesy of#ilovejendog #JendogLonewolf #jendogphotoshoots #brooklynnewyork #nychiphop #Hiphop #adidas #fatigues #muscles #sunlight #8th #rank

A photo posted by Gone is the illusion (@skarmanlives) on Apr 20, 2016 at 1:22pm PDT

People always say I look like BJ Penn, or Derrick Fisher.

Who did this??? Three brothers reunited at last??? Or the all the same man??? I been getting this since 2009!! My own family confuses me for each of these dudes, smdh. #bjpenn #derrickfisher #superkingarmor #threebrothers #samedude #nba #mma #basketball #jiujitsu #brazillianjiujitsu #knicks #okc #lakers

A photo posted by Gone is the illusion (@skarmanlives) on Apr 14, 2016 at 4:45pm PDT

I'm not crazy, I just hear voices in my head!

Well maybe just a little

Those voices being my alter ego the 'S.K.A.R.M.A.N'. Which was a song off my first project, an EP titled the Werewolf Lullabies . On my album Gone is the illusion I expand upon the name with multiple acronyms. The original acronym stood for "Slept on kontinously always rising morning and night". On the album I go a bit deeper into the meanings of each acronym. Check the track out and lyrics at the below.

S-K-A-R-M-A-N……… You know who it is, the SKARMAN!

S-K-A-R-M-A-N………...You know who it is, the SKARMAN!

Who Super King Armor manifested an needed

Like longswords, under floor boards, to ward off

Warlords, big as Paul George, & the Waldorff

Who eat a full course, a four scores, and drink gord’s

That make you sweat orbs, at deaths door, in deaths gorge

I’m in depth more, left off, with enor-

mous forbes, type scores, eye sores

blackboard, where thoughts drawed, like knight swords

held abroad, by muscle forged, tight cords

utter forth, metaphors, through metal doors

Obsessing to pull in, different directions an beasting

The heart of the world I am eating screaming WHO AM I!!!!!

Riddle me this.

WHo is slept on kontinously but also rising morning & night?

What am I a wall charged stasis pod?

with Thai massage inside a comfort lodge

snuggled cucumbers & facial cream

when my pen game got pull like a tractor beam

The go a head on a project with a sponsor

vitality of a shark with flesh in its chompers

lightning putting life inside Frankensteins monster

Say I ain’t tight bitch, you must be bonkers

Sleeping with a cigarette near a christmas tree

fire from a fuse box a tragic fantasy

electronic cigarette you ain’t a match for me

The penalty box for dare sleeping on me

The nightmare figure with the scythe in your dreams

who gets the money? It only must be Queens

refugees in the states house I clean

I live my purpose enough with the dreams

Say my name as I rise from the flames

And break my chains I am SKARMAN!!!

pyrokinetic pardon no acceptance

flame the fabric leave ashes & fragments

Speed of a bullet and trigger to pull it with Hands

Pen to the paper signature of the SKARMAN!!

I am Savagely killing all rivals with masterful aim nicely

Amidst my kills I roam the mists of the hills

I smell my next hunt for the use of my skills

Blood pumping, my eyes red, & wide open

drool spilling, my teeth sharp, & they showing

moonlighting, on my weapons, they glowing

Ribs touching, oooooh, I’m a eat something

you been fronting your greens eyes been watching

you spew toxin where ever your spirits wandering

Bust doors, house floors, I’m mad stomping

you the monster under the bed? Stay hiding!

If I can drive a church van that makes Hell sing

I can steal your vital organs in a pail I bring

Wear your ears as a necklace and eyes as rings

After luring you out with fast food and weed

Just enough to slow down the bodies speed

I’ll make you bleed with my surgical knife

approach to rap music avoiding normalcy

One dimensional hears crickets

I’m hearing shit so explicit

seeing colors so vivid, from my canvas its lifted

my execution is different, record life how I live it

Groundbreaking exhibit, you hate it put limits

whats my worth you inquisite, when it work you hit switches

If I fail then you flip it, back to how you beginned it

Fuck that nigga and his vision depicted!

So fickle I wonder how your appendages

Stay connected when you should fall to pieces-es

use to hurt now I get it, Your life is so pathetic

Come & go I perceive it,Workhorse I achieve shit!

You’re always around like twinkies and roaches

I’ll find use for you if I need my ego stroked like my dick bitches!

I Been sacrificing Knights and Rooks for momentum

Across neighborhoods like spiderman swinging

It’s not just about.. The power of my own pen

I’ll use a muthafuckah to further my own ends

keep’em hanging like a puppet from laces of my Tims

Dangling & shit no control flailing limbs

and once my dubious methods have been revealed

They call me Captain America with a human shield(stars & stripes)

On the battlefield, bullets steel, cap & peel

I throw away my shield for becoming chewed veal

I duck behind a tower enemy shoot’n blanks

He runs headlong into the screen on play in the paint

I reach the guardians at the gates, knights in metal plates

They’re really just a myth once you stop having faith

An from the fallen pieces I use Telekinesis

An make metal beams for stairways to dreams

an oil drums to fill with gasoline

to travel time & space in well crafted machines

Stealthily kinetic arm reach moves away

negativity that would leave me in disarray

I wear weights in a straight jacket, wrapped in chains

that I bust out, do jumping jacks, arms muscled and veined

I ball all a bad karma & volley cross hills

into oceans exploding sink continents ill

Significant knowledge absorbed recently

makes armor nimble in the face of adversity

Man on a mission I stay bullshit free

learn more music take over my industry

your discouragement won’t work no matter intensity

I see holes in your game and counter your weak energy

But this a social experiment whirlwind

The NYC underground recycles its girlfriends

we’ve all slept with each other how can I offend

I’ll just drop my pants and let the orgy begin

Sharing a few bars to relieve some stress. Check it in it's entirety on my facebook page. www.facebook.com/superkingarmor

Wrote a lil something just now, the full video is on my like page. Go check it out. #Venting #bars #Freestyle #rap #bookofrhymes #ronburgundy #zerodarkthirty #pearlygates #masturbator

A video posted by Gone is the illusion (@skarmanlives) on Apr 7, 2016 at 4:47pm PDT

For those looking for more color in their lives, Deadpool mural full color!

Here is the complete #mural that I did of #deadpoolmovie #blackpanther #hailhydra #wakanda #sniper #katanaswords #katanas #glock #marvel #marvelcinematicuniverse #stanlee #robliefeld #fabianniceza

A photo posted by Gone is the illusion (@skarmanlives) on Apr 6, 2016 at 6:10pm PDT

Check out my DareDevil Season 2 Freestyle!!

Peep the Black and White DeadPool Mural I did!

Here's a b&w version of #deadpoolmovie #blackpanther #hailhydra #wakanda #sniper #katanaswords #katanas #glock #marvel #marvelcinematicuniverse #stanlee #robliefeld #fabianniceza #copicmarkers #pigmamicron #inkpens #redpaint

A photo posted by Gone is the illusion (@skarmanlives) on Apr 6, 2016 at 6:24pm PDT

Are you a Dumb Smart Nigga?

In order to be a 'dumb smart nigga', you have to know what it is first. A 'dumb smart nigga', is someone  whose too smart to be in a lower position in life, but remains there regardless of their talent and skill sets. 

Two of  the most common signs a person is one, is the fact they never own their successes. Meaning while people give them credit for what they've done. They themselves shrug it off never really owning it, grabbing it by the throat! Like they should. This is a sign of low self esteem.The other sign a person might be one, is sometimes it's unbeknownst to them until someone brings it to their attention. Kinda like, if you don't believe something exists, you don't have the motivation to know it does if you don't even know it's there. 

I used to get called this a lot when I was a lil homie and always by a female usually my age or a little older. True to what I mentioned above, I didn't know I was being one until it was brought to my attention. 

I was always told "man..You are to smart to be working here, what are you doing here?"

"Ayo! Ray boogie, I want you to use your brain man, you a smart dude, just use your brain!".

Those lines mentioned above were from some other homies I grew up with or just worked with on different jobs. Man even as I type this, all my experiences make me reflect on moments where I could see I was being one but recognizing I had the talent to make real shit happen. It's definitely sobering thoughts, especially at a time like now where I feel I could be doing so much more. Yet the drive hasn't been there like it was, only appearing in patches of time. It's been a process pulling myself along and bringing it back out.

Now below is the only live performance of 'Dumb Smart Nigga', that I have with Corina Corina, who sang the hook. When you scroll further down you'll find the bandcamp MP3 with the lyrics below for you to sing along yourself. Check it out.

We in the zone yo!

Verse 1 intro
“You know what you should have in common with Hunter S. Thompson, Ernest Hemingway, and Kurt Cobain? It ain’t talent, should blow your brains out you Dumb. Smart. Nigga”!


Hook
My friends say I'm smarter than Them. Smarter than my friends ooooh. 

So how come I'm not making their ends?

Their ennnnnds

They tell me I have everything,  because I am aaaa king!

So why do I still feel like I got nothing?

Nothing,  nothiiing. ...

Verse 1
I feel dangerously vulnerable, when I write songs like this
I feel like I’ll be judged, then hung for the shit
Because long as I’ve existed I won’t let people get close
I find myself alone, living life as a ghost
Can you blame me?! I mean I love living life
But there are moments I wish I have had my memory wiped
I’m no angel with its wings clipped within my own right
I’ve burned so many bridges with such tremendous force
You’d think I was a monster a living human torch
That wedged a gap bigger between life & corpse
I hurt the ones that I love, never the ones that deserve it
It’s enough to curse myself and start rethinking my purpose
My impulsiveness is like a fucking disease
motivated by the need to quench the thirst of my greed
Jumped to conclusions with a short burst of speed
My lack of self control has left scars that always seem to bleed

Verse 2 intro
You blinder than a muthafuckah! Can’t see shit to be shit! Do us all a favor, just walk off a roof you Dumb. Smart. Nigga!

Hook
My friends say I'm smarter than Them. Smarter than my friends ooooh. 

So how come I'm not making their ends?

Their ennnnnds

They tell me I have everything,  because I am aaaa king!

Why do I still feel like I got nothing?

Nothing,  nothiiing. ...

Verse 2
Because I had perspectives different from the rest
My friends believed that I was destined for success
I suck at handling the stress rehearsals never dressed
subjected to the con I’m not fit to take the quest
But if I saw what others saw I’d be without the mess
But I’ve been told so many times that I ain’t worth shit
I’m ashamed to say a part of me started to believe in it
I’ve been told I’ve made things into more than what they are
Will I be old & gray, sitting at a bar
drunk & telling stories, about a falling star?
not playing with a full deck the joker in the cards
delusions of the slander, old habits die hard
I’ve hit rock bottom is escaping so bizarre?
I’ve walked many miles more than ones put on a car
I’ve slept on a beach without a home near or far
you dumb smart nigga, or whoever you are………

Verse 3 intro
Nigga you can’t tell your right from your left, what’s real or what’s fake, you ain’t good for nothing
you Dumb. Smart. Nigga!

Hook
My friends say I'm smarter than Them. Smarter than my friends ooooh. 

So how come I'm not making their ends?

Their ennnnnds

They tell me I have everything,  because I am aaaa king!

So why do I still feel like I got nothing?

Nothing,  nothiiing. ...

Verse3 

Devils in the details,  angels in executing
My brain is fried, with my impulses electrocuting
A retina scan for the mind keeping my eyes open
 Mass produce adrenaline keeping my drive potent
I’m not a dumb smart nigga! I'm dumb smart nigga! !
When I Iearned Jiu Jitsu they teach discomfort & pain
discomfort being achy joints bruises and strain 
Pain is walls closing in no oxygen to the brain
The Grim reaper with the key unlocking the chain
When I suffered losses that made me take leave from the game
I suffered the emptiness of never facing the strain
reminded me of being paralyzed as a child
When I flew off my bike and laid in rocks in a pile
a discomfort that temporarily altered my style
But like Tetsuo in a Akira I picked my guts up
so there might be hope after all for this fuck up.

verse 3 Outtro: Maybe you starting to get it after all nigga, but once a dumb. Smart. Nigga, always a Dumb. Smart. Nigga.

Hook
My friends say I'm smarter than Them. Smarter than my friends ooooh. 

So how come I'm not making their ends?

Their ennnnnds

They tell me I have everything,  because I am a king!

Why do I still feel like I have nothing?

Nothing,  nothing. ...