the poet [EP]

by MC FÜBB

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BONUS TRACK #9 ("F*ck Y'all") produced by Bix only available with full album purchase/download.



he sits alone,
surrounded by dozens of sheets
of crumpled, torn, and crinkled paper,
scribbles of words and fragments of sentences
littering the space between the lines,
some of them boring, cliché verses,
the odd one or two works of genius.

the echoes of words from
Kipling, Eliot, Cummings, Crane, and Morris Granatstein,
line from Rakim, Mos Def, Kweli, Common, KRS-ONE, and Guru
reverberate in his skull,
sweeping over his brain,
trickling into his soul.

he gets quiet,
sits, listens,
breathes, and feels

drops of his spirit
bleed out of the pen’s tip
and stain the notebook in his hand;
poetry, prose, lyrics
all fuse into one substance
as the streets he’s walked,
the sweat and tears he’s lost
and the victories won,
come rushing back like winds
with the power to change the course
of a river’s flows,
just for an instant,
as he writes.

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released 15 November 2012

“the poet” RTR103 released by Revolutionary Times Records © 2012.
All tracks recorded, mixed, and mastered by Fresh Kils @ The Kilzone, except for track #6 ("The Train") recorded and mixed by Relic @ Gamma Delta Productions.
Album cover photo by Neil Austen for Fly Home Freedom.

BONUS TRACK #9 ("F*ck Y'all") produced by Bix only available with full album purchase/download.

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MC FÜBB Toronto, Ontario

A passionate, raw, true-school hip hop MC with deep, intelligent, and sharp lyrical skills. Whether spitting carefully crafted verses or freestyling off the top, MC FÜBB brings intensity and creative talent to the stage with a hard delivery, vocal clarity, and a presence unlike any other. ... more

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Track Name: How I'm Livin'
I speak on behalf of the wise
disenfranchised
people all over sick of the lies
and I ain’t saying that you gotta choose sides
but if you stand against something maybe you should cut ties
otherwise just stand to side
don’t waste my time
hypocrites – everything that they say is illegitimate
what’s success if you lose your soul in the thick of it
can’t read the signs – they illiterate
see the way I figure it
I’m like fuck my pride – getting rid of it
right before the fall, man I’m sick of it
examining my life, how I’m living it
realizing that everything I’ve gone through was for my own benefit
(so) this is how I’m being ‘till the end of it
my actions reflect my soul’s etiquette
stay honest and relevant
follow God’s path even if it’s not evident
the rest is a distraction and that’s all its ever been

One foot in front the other
it’s how I’m livin, how I’m livin ya’ll
walkin the path of a poet
and I ain’t, gonna, stop, for no man
One foot in front the other
stayin’ driven, stayin’ driven ya’ll
it’s the path that I’ve chosen
I’ma keep, walking, it, ‘cause I can

Ive been holding it down for years
I’ve already set myself free from 95% of my fears
so it’s clear, that I stand out amongst my peers
not hard to find – I’m in your pupils when you look in the mirror
it took time for the truth to appear
life lessons in arrears
but that’s what I had to get through to get to over here
now I just show up and life steers
me a course I could never imagine
or ever fathom in my wildest
dreams that I that I had in the days I was childish
now childlike without losing sight of the mileage
that I’ve travelled
experience I’ve gathered
spiritual man who’s involved in these earthly matters
from days lost with no hope and my mind in tatters
making art out of pain, sublimating my sadness
to an MC standing tall who can spit with the baddest
I look back I’m filled with gladness
if hindsight’s 20/20 and my future is mapped out?
I’m where I need to be, sorry suckas you assed out
(I’ve) already overcome where most people would crap out
up late writing rhymes while most drunken or passed out
I’m not saying I’m better
trust me, I’ve seen my own share of bad weather
I’ve done my own dirt, got blood on my sweater
but I’ve learned from my mistakes, lots at stake so I’m keeping my head up
sometimes I’m still fed up
wanna say fuck it all, it’s a set up
but there’s a fire burning in my soul that won’t let up
so I can either let the flame engulf me
or use it to ignite the fuel to my drive
I silence my ego, they can’t hurt my pride
my intuition coincide with the truth inside
on the path of the most high, thank God I’m alive
I’m here right now, so there’s nowhere to arrive

One foot in front the other
it’s how I’m livin, how I’m livin ya’ll
walkin the path of a poet
and I ain’t, gonna, stop, for no man
One foot in front the other
stayin’ driven, stayin’ driven ya’ll
it’s the path that I’ve chosen
I’ma keep, walking, it, ‘cause I can
Track Name: Fluff
I came at ‘em smooth – now I’m beastin'
I came in peace but they gave me a reason
to bring onslaught
to bust off shots
cuz they forgot
I’m talking skills
what the fuck ya’ll thought?
They said pay your dues – I was patient
talentless heads getting paid – I’m done waiting
They ain’t so tough
I’m calling they’re bluff
I’ve had enough
I bring it raw
yo, these kats is fluff

my mouth’s a wrecking ball
the way that it’s affecting ya’ll
sometimes I view ya’ll as walls I gotta break down and conquer
this ain’t Kanye or Jay-Z I ain’t a monster
but I can beast on tracks like Poltergeist, I straight haunt ya
I power up my ammunition like Contra
melt your shine down with absolute skill, I taunt ya
Predator with trophy heads on the wall, how I flaunt ya
foreboding like an ominous storm, I’m upon ya
and I’ma straight pawn-ya, sucka I son you
with no gats I can still out out-gun you
the track is the lane that I run to
word to Usain Bolt
I’m a sleuth, yo these rappers are gum-shoes - Carmen Sandiago
they sticky on my feet when I step on em
city musta broke their snooze buttons, cuz they slept on him
Nyquil headz, I Michael Meyers crept on em
(real) hip hop – they ain’t even got the residue left on ‘em

I came at ‘em smooth – now I’m beastin'
I came in peace but they gave me a reason
to bring onslaught
to bust off shots
cuz they forgot
I’m talking skills
what the fuck ya’ll thought?
They said pay your dues – I was patient
talentless heads getting paid – I’m done waiting
They ain’t so tough
I’m calling they’re bluff
I’ve had enough
I bring it raw
yo, these kats is fluff

Fluff rappers – call ‘em cotton-balls
tampons – soft and tall
they Tom Petty free-fall
ain’t no skill at all
hear their lyrics and I wanna call
someone like Adam Bomb to bottle smash ‘em all
talkin money – they ain’t got no cash at all
talkin dirt, when they ain’t done none in their past at all
got this mic, I won’t pass it off
I don’t trust none-of-these rappers got skills to blast it off
these MCs don’t spit, they just cough – I just laugh it off
I show love to who deserve it
real headz who grind hard every day with a purpose
kats on some Antiheroes’ Clowns Circus
I’m making ‘em nervous
germinate their minds like passing the cervix
seeds planted in their brains – I inseminate
my thoughts levitate, then come back to earth to set it straight
these kats feather-weight, my Wesley Snipes blades operate
on the game - sever dead-weight, trust I won’t hesitate

I came at ‘em smooth – now I’m beastin'
I came in peace but they gave me a reason
to bring onslaught
to bust off shots
cuz they forgot
I’m talking skills
what the fuck ya’ll thought?
They said pay your dues – I was patient
talentless heads getting paid – I’m done waiting
They ain’t so tough
I’m calling they’re bluff
I’ve had enough
I’m bringing skills
yo, these kats is fluff
Track Name: The Path feat. Mike Devine
I saw my life painted on a canvas
strayed from my path and then the picture vanished
did a bit of damage
tried to put it down, but life without raps – I can’t manage
now I’m feeling famished
hungry for a bigger life, thirsty for a broader dream
now at least I sleep nights not toking like a fiend
and though I’m grateful for that, I can’t stop moving
when I’m making progress the only time I’m not losing
six years since I stopped boozing – for what?
so I could relax and lay in the cut? nah – fuck that
can’t live my life without momentum like a drum track
keep my skills sharp like the tip of a thumbtack
I know that there’s battles ahead, I won’t run from
though I feel cut from my Roots – my life “Undun”
but from this place, spitting out distaste
refuse to live my life in the shadow of disgrace
the race a thousand souls, what is fifth place?
when only one or two can shine, what is it we chase?
life ain’t an iPhone, you can’t replace
years gone by or the time you waste
staring in the mirror, tryna analyze my face
the man that grew from a boy,
now it’s build or destroy
I guess it’s time to put away old toys
on this journey tryna find my voice

seeing my dreams as I create that
ain’t no rehearsal and ain’t no take backs
blessed with a gift and I’ve got to show it
ain’t no glory on the path of a poet
I know that time don’t wait for no man
gotta stay focused on where I’m goin’
where this road leads is not for knowin’
try to keep faith and enjoy the moment

consumed by thoughts that aren’t theirs
pursuing wares that ain’t fit for the wear
walking through life sometimes I stop and stare
I’m looking for that soul but it just ain’t there
try to numb out but I really do care
what’s the point of keeping score when nothing is fair?
sometimes I wish that, I wasn’t so aware
but I know what I know, I gotta spit it and the message is rare
we are much more than they ever said we were, unsure
of whether we can live out our dreams, cliché as it seems
I believe that we need to achieve
our utmost, to bear fruits on these branches of leaves
(so) caught up in all that we receive
we refuse to pay attention to the things that the world really needs
we hiding in the night like thieves
looking for ways to get a buzz but we’re never relieved
we can’t relax, losing real estate in our minds – Remax
try to do better but we tend to relapse
where are we goin? we gotta take a look where we at
we can’t grow from where we ain’t, we’re not sinners or saints
we’re in between like the colour between purple and green
it’s all blue, the distance between me and you
real recognize real, real recognize the fake too
but I don’t hate you…

seeing my dreams as I create that
ain’t no rehearsal and ain’t no take backs
blessed with a gift and I’ve got to show it
ain’t no glory on the path of a poet
I know that time don’t wait for no man
gotta stay focused on where I’m goin’
where this road leads is not for knowin’
try to keep faith and enjoy the moment

moments yeah they pass by
sometimes miss ‘em like I got two glass eyes
everybody hustle hard, tryna live ‘em fast lives
half the time talking in tongues, speaking fast lies
overly familiar like past-lives
feeling like I been here before, is this a failed attempt
to live a glorious life, or am I just exempt
from the mediocrity of averages
that we all condone while, ignoring the savageness
honestly, I don’t how to handle this
sometimes lost in my ramblings, searching for advantages
tryna manage my own career, without management
half my time spent tryna recoup my damages
so what’s the sense in it
when everything’s an expense and that I keep on investing in
self-interest vested in
laying out my soul over beats and manifesting it
struggling’s the method that my character is tested in
not just another rap specimen
a poet that grew from walking the path of lesser men
from the fog I was in to way out of my element
I still resist this road to my detriment
I got a soul sickness – this art is my medicine
so I’ma play my part and shine light like Edison
but I’ve learned to keep my pace steady-and
anything less than my God given purpose I’m not settling

seeing my dreams as I create that
ain’t no rehearsal and ain’t no take backs
blessed with a gift and I’ve got to show it
ain’t no glory on the path of a poet
I know that time don’t wait for no man
gotta stay focused on where I’m goin’
where this road leads is not for knowin’
try to keep faith and enjoy the moment
Track Name: The Poet
I woke up to the sun going down again
In the mirror slightly sickened by my own reflection
Thinking of REM
Daysleeper, seeing images from my interrupted REM
Sleep, maybe stranger times than the average man
But when I'm awake my eyes are wide open
That's more than I can say for most
Living lives of types with no token
J.R., fellowship of the ring
Where MCs battle word for word
Nowadays it feels like I'm on my last nerve
Bible scriptures telling me to be kind to my neighbour
But sometimes - uh - I wish I had a light-saber
So I could cut down my enemies
Defying the authorities
Killing my anxiety
Slicing in half all conventions of propriety
Do or do not – so why they tryin me
wisdom of a small green man
pen clutched in hand
as my blood flows through the quill
cancer patient smoking small pox – yes he’s that ill
canon pointed at the register – empty that till
pillowcase open won’t stop till I get my fill
(I’m) missing a few bits but still I drill
stopping only for the grim reaper – that’s my deal
I’ve lost friends over my convictions – yes man, I’m that real

I'm not an anarchist
I'm a poet that's pissed
Of a mentality of hopelessness
The pervasiveness of which makes me wanna resist
But I'm here, for a reason so how could I quit
You could say, I take a stand where others just sit
Speak bold words while these kats just spit
Stay au-then-tic, while these kids is counterfeit
Check the aperture I'm fully focused
Now rewind that
Below the syntax, semantics are thorough
Like a mole on the track, I just borough
From the downtown core to edge of Scarborough
Ask the headz who's been holding it down, boys and girls
Listen up, give it up
for the poet that keeps writing
Inspired by God, not biting
ignite tracks to enlighten the frightened
my raps brighten,
crush the wack beneath the foot of the titan
filling you up with spirit - kats attempt to soul siphon
while suckas bite like Tyson
I charge up like a spherical Dyson
project my energy on beats with poetic license
strike the listener with noetic lightning
engulf your soul with blue flames like M Bison
rare breed like American bison
they stare blank while internally fighting
tryin not to show love to this vocalist
still chasing that Canadian dream - still broke as shit
got the key to your soul’s cell, watch me open it
Track Name: The Train feat. Relic
Saw myself on a stage, I was spittin through the pain
just a vision that I saw while I was riding on the train
My pen game mean as I take aim
Blasting thru the paper, denting pages behind it, engrained
With the words that I scribbled down
words the opposite of Republican economics - they tend to trickle down
Into ears of the listener
Consider it my mission-ta
Reach every abled-bodied citizen,
rhyme commissioner, I'm hitting the
Heart of every human being who takes the time to really hear me
might have to look close to see it clearly
Most can't near me
But what could I really expect
Walking the path of a poet, star of david on my neck
I try not to react when they show disrespect
all my inspiration written out in blood and sweat
till nothing’s left
but nobody’s really tryna write this poet a cheque

I'm building on the train again
where I find my patience
tryna organize my thoughts again
because my mind is racing
writing on this journey again
before my destination
when I gotta interrupt my rhyme
(I’m) getting off at the next station

Found myself in a blizzard, I was trudging through the pain
Snow blurring up my vision, I was walking from the train
Destination to the lab again
face like mannequin
still, with a determined glare
No Fred Astaire song and dance
no circumstance is blocking me
voices in my head like a cacophony
but driven philosophically
feeling that my purpose is this
one rhyme, one booth, one mic
one reason left to exist
and for that very reason I persist
and insist that I give it my all
my clenched fist, loosens as I write
sublimate my rage into light
my dichotomy’s beyond wrong and right
this is build or destroy
surrender or conquer
retreat or deploy
and unleash a monster
put it on wax so my soul can then settle
and recharge for the day that they come test my mettle

Just a thought that I had on the train
became a rhyme that I wrote on the train
became some words that I spit on the train
turned into a verse that I wrote on the train
heard a beat in my head on the train
started tapping my feet on the train
I thought about my whole life on the train
the train, the train, the train…

They must think I’m talking to myself
they must think I’m crazy
but this verse got a hold of me
so those thoughts don’t faze me

I'm building on the train again
where I find my patience
tryna organize my thoughts again
‘cause my mind is racing
writing on this journey again
before my destination
when I gotta interrupt my rhyme
(I’m) getting off at the next station
(x2)

(I’m) getting off at the next station
(x3)
Track Name: Pen and Pad
the pen and my pad my refuge from solipsism
when I’ve dwelled in my self-made prison for too long,
pen to the pad as I write another song
‘cause without it my life just feels wrong…
reminiscing on days I spent living from a bong
lighting cherries that buried my soul, losing control,
lying to myself,
I was the opposite of strong,
I thank God that those days are gone

I ain’t arrogant enough to think I can’t return
to the place where my fingertips burned
but I’ve learned
if I day at a time I stay focused on my rhymes,
meditate and pray when it’s time to clear my mind
I can find a bit of peace on this earth,
for what it’s worth
I’ve been walking this path since my birth,
since before I crawled;
since before I was born I was born,
I heard my name called,
said I was needed to deflate the conceited –
that’s what I came for

yet I need to stay humble and grateful,
keep the poison from my lips because it’s distasteful
and above all else never be hateful,
‘cause my brother once told me there’s nothing below that,
a sapling from the tree of life,
tryna grow that,
when I put my pen to the pad is how I show that,
and I need to be patient – I know that,
but it’s hard when what I’m seeing all around me is so wack,
sometimes the past beckons to me,
I can’t go back
I’m looking at future moments, wishing I could hold that

I know my presence lives in the present,
that’s where my power lies,
I look too far ahead then I’m paralyzed,
living out my legacy while staring through this pair of eyes,
already seen the truth – I ain’t scared of lies,
most living like they’ll be here forever –
that’s where the error lies,
dreams sautéing on the back burner until they’re caramelized

my pen and pad are the only things I’ve ever truly owned,
even this life that I call my own is on lease,
I put what I know in a poem and I release
everything I’ve been keeping inside, I set free,
on the path of a poet, the only thing left to be
is me,
sometimes the hardest thing to see
is that which is lovely
in a world that can be so ugly,
but if you look deep enough, you must agree
that if we
pay close enough attention to the signs, then they do appear
and guide us to the rivers of life – it’s all fluid there,
if there’s a destiny to fulfill, we must do it there,
put my pen to pad,
receive courage and march through the fear.