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I'm not crazy, I just hear voices in my head!
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
Friday, April 8, 2016
Thursday, April 7, 2016
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
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. ...
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