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The Poet

from the poet [EP] by MC FÜBB

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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

credits

from the poet [EP], released November 15, 2012
Written and performed by MC FÜBB.
Produced by MMAC.
Cuts by DJ Uncle Fester.
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Fresh Kils.

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