the poet [EP]

by MC FÜBB

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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
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02:54
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
3.
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
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5.
03:04
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
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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)
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02:02
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.
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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.

credits

released November 15, 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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