Wonder Rhymer “Ink Pens Paper” Liner Notes
INTRO 2:01
WRITTEN BY The Till Show. Music by Jedi Beats.
THE GLORY 3:51
WRITTEN BY C. HENDERSON AND J. MILES. Produced by Jedi Beats
(Sample from Ramsey Lewis “Close your eyes and remember”)
Recorded and mixed by Jedi Beats (Wonder Rhymer Studios).
FLYING HIGH 3:58
WRITTEN BY C. HENDERSON AND J. MILES. Produced by Jedi Beats
(Sample from Marvin Gaye “Flying High”)
Recorded and mixed by Jedi Beats (Wonder Rhymer Studios).
UNSEEN DREAMS 3:10
WRITTEN BY C. HENDERSON AND J. MILES. Produced by Jedi Beats
(Sample from Ramsey Lewis “Close your eyes and remember”)
Recorded and mixed by Jedi Beats (Wonder Rhymer Studios).
INK PENS PAPER 4:55
WRITTEN BY C. HENDERSON, J. MILES, T. Blanchard Jr and LyrIkill.
Produced by Jedi Beats (sample from Ahmad Jamal “Eclipse”)
Recorded and mixed by Jedi Beats (Lighthouse Studios).
MEMOIRS 4:34
WRITTEN BY C. HENDERSON, J. MILES, Jedi Beats, and Sammy Rox.
produced by Jedi Beats. Recorded and mixed by Jedi Beats
(Wonder Rhymer Studios).
P.S. I LOVE YOU 3:39
WRITTEN BY C. HENDERSON and J. MILES. Produced by Jedi Beats
(Sample from The Menehan Street Band “The Contender”)
Recorded and mixed by Jedi Beats (Wonder Rhymer Studios).
TROUBLESOME TIMES 3:54
WRITTEN BY C. HENDERSON, J. MILES and Melaphyre.
Produced by Jedi Beats
(Sample from Brighter Side of Darkness “Remember the Rain”)
Recorded and mixed by Jedi Beats (Wonder Rhymer Studios).
LEGAL HUSTLE 3:21
WRITTEN BY C. HENDERSON and J. MILES. Produced by Jedi Beats
Recorded and mixed by Jedi Beats (Wonder Rhymer Studios).
HONESTY HOUR 4:10
WRITTEN BY C. HENDERSON and J. MILES. Produced by Jedi Beats
(Sample from Gil Scott Heron “Winter in America”)
Recorded and mixed by Jedi Beats (Wonder Rhymer Studios).
PAPER CUTS 2:31
WRITTEN BY C. HENDERSON and J. MILES. Produced by Jedi beats
(Sample from Lee Fields “My World”)
Recorded and mixed by Jedi Beats (Wonder Rhymer Studios).
HEAVEN 4:30
WRITTEN BY C. HENDERSON and J. MILES. Produced by Jedi Beats
(Sample from I Monster “Heaven”).
Recorded and mixed by Jedi Beats (Wonder Rhymer Studios).
OUTRO 2:07
Written by The Till Show. Music by Jedi Beats
(Bonus Track) KEYNOTE ADDRESS 4:14
WRITTEN BY C. HENDERSON and J. MILES. Produced by Jedi Beats
(Sample from Jerry Butler “Make It Easy On Yourself”)
Recorded and mixed by Jedi Beats (Wonder Rhymer Studios).
All songs Mixed and Mastered by Joshua Miles (Jedi Beats)
© ℗ Avant Garde Society (New Orleans)
Additional Mastering by Cyril Darensbourg (New York, NY)
LYRICS
INTRO
I spit that wonder rhymer shit
Me and my conglomerate
Won't ever be anonymous
Because the lines are that ill
And we're headed to the top
Our dreams can't be stopped
So there's no need to spin your tops
Because this inception is real
You'll hear some shit that'll make you laugh, cry, and--most of all--think
But just because I'm on here spittin this poem, don't expect it to be preachy and boring
I know that's what most of yall think.
Get down with this ship
Titanic meets iceberg words and since,
Your brains are the ocean, I hope it all sinks
Dynamic we learn to preserve the term verbalist.
Lift you higher than the perfect herbal. It's
A lot of pretenders in this game. Some kinda characters
But we don't need to flip scripts because we aren't actors
This is for people of all degrees, not just the grads
For young brothers with endless potential and women with careers and class.
For mothers & daughters that lost fathers & sons to clips full of pushed malice
And now, "What happened to that boy?" is what the babies ask
Wonder. Giving you songs in the key of life
Rhymer. Manipulating words right whether it's fast or slow with them
Your mentals, we open them
Take a walk in our verses. There's so much soul in em
Rhymes have dope in em
Cause the lines we pen are pure opium
And I'm intro'n excellence from now until the close of this
See the poetry is potent
Come get you a double dosage
THE GLORY
From my birth knew I was placed on this earth for a reason
Took shots at my body tried to stop the kid from dreaming
But no wound could offset the feelings that I spared with
My pride was Tyson in his prime I was the target
A light skin nigga with dreams of meeting Mickey
Except that summer was a bummer gramps had problems with his kidneys
That’s when I saw meaning a pain, looked in grandma eyes
Knowing that life would never be the same
Then it came and it left thinking life fearing death
Cause what’s left we accept or we pass as regret
And we cried or wept take the loss and reflect
Teach ya circle embrace life even when up against death
No bad memories can change the fact they was heaven sent
Then grams passed in June and I aint fuck with summer since
I heard God heals all that fit the script for His glory
So I look to the sky and pray that I'm worthy for the glory
(Lord, give us the glory and the strength to mend all the broken pieces and to make shit fit
I know that time will only heal on its own
Some people lost up in this world they say they ready to be out and be home to find the glory
Don't worry mama we gon get up out this hell
I know you pray for days your sons will get up out them jails
But until then, just look to heaven when you feeling down and you done
Keep your faith and know your timing will come
It’s for the glory)
And on the other side of life my folks survived up in a treacherous town parents and pastors like to label us clowns
And all we want to do is freak and screw they daughters when they ain't round
We was young and dumb and never had a thought to settle down but everything changed
Even the dreams that we envisioned
Had dreams God was punishing the gifted
Send me to hell I had to fail it's part of every lesson I find my minds blazing had to pardon my time time was fading
Faced the terms of basing on the daily scaled the faces of the basis but basics had me frail see
That's why it’s amazing how we make through these mazes with grace without withholding we would pour our whole soul in it
Trying get a feel for heaven we was rollin’ smokin’ shit that come from the earth
And it only bring us close to it (hell)
So hell I speak to you thru story hoping you can cope with hopeless folk on earth and get to glory and be waiting for me
(Hook)
At times I search for a state of mind that ain’t a vacant bind dealing with hard times at times my eyes mistake mine
Thinking I’m tracing the lines to paint the picture but the pen my wrist was given was giving up a'int no ink in mine
Fighting the battle with ships switching positions filling the void with liquor thinking I’m hit
But aint no sinking mine
Stood the test of time I’m fine my moms told me not worry, hell bound well found now I’m reaching
For the glory
FLYIN HIGH
Said you couldn't understand a nigga so I toned it down
And brought it back around to the sound Wonder spittin' from the underground
NOLA's own all he need is his crown, got bars that engage with no sign of a vow
Raised the bar while on stage now they clapping aloud
Sit at the bar show my age now you wondering how.. ha
Now ask yourself who’s the nicest, it's wonder and rhymer nobody fuckin us on these mic devices
We see you out there scheming looking mischievous
Ready to block the battle and lie and say you believe in us c’mon nigga
Stay true to your finger quick to pull on it when it’s drawn but when it’s loaded we see that you cool with false anger
The heat you claiming never was clapped here
Your skills are kind of shaky and the niggas surrounding you all Eric Dampier
Me shine this light upon ‘em show ‘em the way out
Loyalty amongst the leaders taking it easy no doubt, that's how we living
Flying high feeling it, behind lines undeveloped minds would remember shit
So it’s never really matters of a membership come across as a hustler and them niggas let you live in it
I seen it all too often
Way before they clapped the 40 and put my cousin in coffin
Way bfore they told the shorty she adopted a orphan
Cause her mother was strung out on what her father was offering
Pushing a coupe without the roof so he can feel it up on him
Sending murders ‘fo he heard about memories of 'em
Attend the service thinking God will put spirit up on him
Fuck you think you trying to hustle nigga go sit in your corner
While me and my niggas fly through this feeling in the sky
Flying high I can feel it, something in the air with it
Changed my pivot then I got back to business with it
Set up shop in your ear drum tell your equilibrium I got it come and get some
This that rhyming on a higher level, this that Martin meeting Malcolm plotting on the devil
Plotting on them rebels
Farad Muhammad on the boulevard in a rest in peace BIG shirt damn we miss you God
13X you know I feel it the same, kept your teachings in my brain saying prayers in the rain
Without a dollar I was praying for change
Cause my nigga Tony passed told his moms he was slain
Cause these modern day slaves infatuated with chains
And the bitches love the life give up ass in exchange
For a piece of the game but in peace they remain
Close the casket on a bastard to dirt which you came
A fatherless figure you got to pardon a nigga
Son keeping it real man the truth is for dinner
From the palms of a sinner known for guzzling liquor
But when I get my life together nigga you can just picture
My photogenic genes busting up out of the city scenes while I penned 16s envisioning Marvin’s dreams
Almost doubled that cause in fact my rap where the trouble at
I'm just a life flow-er that they dubbed an aristocrat
UNSEEN DREAMS
Often times I uttered, sober thoughts with a slur
Cause I was slightly buzzing, afraid of what might occur
If I could take this moment, you know cease and own it
Would I look in mirror don’t see myself as opponent
If I could leave this weak shit scared of being seen shit
Hell maybe I could dream shit, and do it big like my nigga say
And keep my up head cause it still rains on sunny days
And neva let up when it down pours don't let ‘em down yours
Or you'll soon be flagging dreams down like cab doors
And who in the fuck wants that, lifestyle off track
That's why when my demons rise up nigga I spark back
Ain't nothing given when it comes to this living
One minute you winning, next second can be imprisoned
And fuck a 9 to 5 I ain't trying to survive
And with that said my bars is all I need to get me to the finish
And we will fulfill the pleasure
And welcome you wherever
Cause this is where the unseen dreams predict the weather
This is where the unseen dreams predict the weather
The dreams we was seeing see how we put ‘em together
They say, the harder you think about it the more it bother you
Let it go and if it come back, then it'll following through
And this is where the unseen dreams predict the weather
A place where the dreams unseen last forever
Never thought that, this would be the end of all
And the beginning would be the reason to re-finish all
Give him a chance, like you would sit up in them stands
Raising ya hands applauding what was in his plans
And the reason he would be strong
Painting through the phone and the culture created
All the canvas that he would speak on
Wasn't sure if the outcome was attractive enough
But looking at what they accept is only average to us
Couldn't be calm, tried to ease arm but it was shaky
The first time I penned about what was happening lately
So we would spark a la just to medic the nerves
Now the jumping of the eye is finally settled in herbs
See the more you listen to I and repeat what you heard
The more pride I put into, what never was served
So if ever you would ever worry about whatever
Just keep a quote of wonders and we will put it together
We will fulfill the pleasure
And welcome you wherever
Cause this is where the unseen dreams predict the weather
This is where the unseen dreams predict the weather
The dreams we was seeing see how we put ‘em together
They say, the harder you think about it the more it bother you
Let it go and if it come back, then it'll following through
And this is where the unseen dreams predict the weather
A place where the dreams unseen last forever
INK PENS PAPER
Penning rhymes with the wrath of a starving artist
Picking pennies off the ground praying that the Lord applaud us
Trying to make it to heaven whether hell or high water
Thank God for my sins for my faith I had to barter
Life lesson some guesses were like mixing oil and water
Ask BP about it now they gotta spend a quarter of a billion
Rebuilding the buildings homes of civilians
Broke ‘em off a half a million and told ‘em, fuck their feelings
Wasn't affected by it much but shit I applied
Cause I gotta pay these bills and fix up my ride
Plus I'm affected with these ills that I tend to deprive
And every night I get the chills since my grandmother died
Head in my hands and I can't even cry, no lie
So my head and my hands to the sky, and I
Thank the Lord for the time I had to know her
But yo I’ma whether the storm just watch as ya nigga live on
(The ink and the pens and the paper
Touched by the notes in notepads of creators
Broken keys as they play it through the night
Don't try to write the soundtrack to my life if you ain't scoring it right)
(my life my life my life my life, let me live mine)
I put my lifetime in between the papers lines
Scribble my pain & my past on the pad through rhymes
See I’m designed for a tailored fit, haters trip
Wanna take my shine like Ye did Taylor Swift
I swear that shit don’t make no sense
I don’t rap to be the richest I already am
Spit is the sickest content with friends family and fans
Knowledge wisdom gives ‘em intuition understand
Uppercut the uppercrust I give ‘em the upper hand
Stick and move on these dudes keep ‘em off balance
Ship bout to sink hope you in touch with ya captains
This a’int all rappin, it is called talent
I a’int gotta practice swear I’m on my Boobie Miles shit
Take me out, in a niggas dream
Keep my game tight like Chuck Taylor in skinny jeans
Who get this clean
From the superbowl city with the illest team
You wanna get knocked out nigga get in the ring
(Hook)
An empty notebook sitting on a dresser
But shit what I'm supposed to write
Life gettin’ hard moms tellin’ me I'm supposed to fight
But I'm tired of sitting back listening to that old advice I gotta hustle
Whatever gonna get me out this struggle
People playing me dumb I keep on playing it humble
Writing everything down my notebook is where I run to
Cause they never fuck wit you till your attitude is fuck you
It’s true but you niggas is basura
Garbage to a nigga slicker than Rick The Ruler
Dumbin’ down ya lyrics worrying bout who’s cooler
Slacking on ya raps cause you trying to step ya shoes up
I swear I stay away from yall niggas
Worried bout the haters ain't nobody hating yall niggas
Abusing ya punch lines I be Drake’n yall niggas
I don’t know why radio even be playing yall niggas
(Hook)
I’m going back forth ready to record
Still sitting on the table where I left it for the morn
Still morning off the morning when I left & went abroad
Never yawning when I wake cause they made me wait for God
My father telling me I made it through the yard
Couldn't hear the dogs barking cause I’m listen to yall
Never listening for the beating cause the beating was the cause
Of the bleeding and the reason that the meter stop beeping
Sitting at the foot of the bed
Grandmama in the kitchen cooking noodles & egg
Who would’ve knew the newest student in the school would be the shooter
And the principle and tutor would be true to the feds
But the beat still bang in my tape box
While I was sleeping still trying to rock in that safe box
The moral of the story is recognize the glory kids
Get it when you got it and don't let ‘em take you out of this on to the
(Hook)
MEMOIRS
Ever since the beginning I was
Flippin through pages of books I never was into
Tryna to be humble flowing over instrumentals
When city niggas was known to slickas like Billy Crystal
I represent for the struggle like seeing through tinted windows
Whit the, eyes of nymphos I’m celibant with my pencil
I’m looking inside the lighter like where the fire done went to
Them southern niggas who feel him
Be issuing out the memo like, look out for the Wonder Rhymer
Niggas ain’t here ‘em
Tell ‘em the truth about it
Them niggas cypher never circle when they crew surround it
He tried to beef with niggas just so he can prove he pound it
This ain’t the same type of shit that you niggas was used to
This atoms verses ions and you stuck in the neutral
Bio-atomic time bombs we spittin revolutions
This galaxies verses planets and, you niggas Pluto
The way you living don’t equal to what you given
And what you getting don’t equal to the way you spending it
This shit smooth as vanilla cream
Mixed with equal layers
Balanced out heaven and hell rocking my aviators
Used to go hard in the paint boy my style was flagrant
‘Til I stopped smellin roses had to switch the fragrance
Now my eau de toile like Chris Benoit
Go home kill ‘em softly then just muah
You can tell how I'm rockin this, I’m on my Jada shit
Cause the line before was a Jada kiss
The game good bye is what you should do
These guys from New Orleans ain't rapping like ya usual
Every day ordinary past the preliminary
Check my vocabulary see my style it varies
I rocked from Memphis to Kentucky like I’m Calipari
Megatron Don'n the game that Just Blaze shit
And I'm transforming the name and who I played with
All cause I rapped insane on sum crazed shit
You’re now rockin with the, truly benevolent
On some heroic shit, super intelligent
And you already know, unless you got amnesia
If ya feeling yourself, I spit that anesthesia
Nothing can hold me back, I study solar facts
Then get all over tracks, and spit the coldest raps
That Kundalini flow, that serpentine fire
That Sly and the Family Stone I wanna take you higher
I’m bout to fly away, to another level
I’m coming out my body, it’s like I astral travel
I’m something like the jumper, uplifted in suspension
The universal language, in the 7th dimension
It’s so timeless, you should rewind it
Hard to define it, beautiful mind shit
So mathematical, with my exact flow
I’m at my destination, now let the track go
P.S., I LOVE YOU
It was fundamental transposing my pain with the pencil
Stain glass feelings see my pain through the windshield
Same damn emotions that would surface when the Henn spilled
Quoting notes from ghosts with the power that my pen wield
Sat back for a second had to give myself a refill
In the midst of my journey trying to see where to begin still
Cause still I see her face when I close my eyes
And it's gon to be there for a minute since my souls deprived
(Try winning if you want
The number that you finished it ain't finish in the front
Where you start is where you ought to be at
If you don't get it when you got it later you'll see that, but you don't see that)
Yo, I'm trying to get up in a calm position
So I spend a lot of time with my composition
Writing calming sentences trying to calm my senses
Thoughts racing so I palmed and had it working my wrist until I
Met a girl with some common sense
We had so much in common we had common tense
Graduated the same school
She rock some of my same shoes
Only argue over the last piece of the same food
But it’s funny how so much of it change
And whatever make it worst make it better with age
I know you probably try to find a reason just to escape
Just when you think you demon free you couldn't keep it away
You couldn’t find it in the midst of mistakes
Shine a light upon a diamond it’ll smile in ya face
But when it come back around you be surprised what it say
Cause you was losing when it left but gon win when it stay
So try finishing
(Hook)
Ain't no chinks in my armor left my pride on the armoire
Won a couple rings then she off’d me like Farmar
Knocked me off my high horse if we just talking egos
But surely love is blind in due time we concede those
Stayed through the bullshit to see our pic in the obituary
Ironically never found relationship cemeteries
Saying prayers for love lost and it's kind of scary
Whatever happened to those feelings deferred
They disappear over time they fly south with the birds
Does the love turn biter do those feelings just wither
Do it rust in the winter like fuck what you heard
Fuck love was the mantra that I had from the start
Relationships I wanted none first sign of like I would run
But me running was in vein led me straight to you
Which in the end I found ironic cause you left me too
(Hook)
TROUBLESOME TIMES
Life been a bitch but through it all nigga we live on
Moms still stressing she say that I live wrong
Tell me go to church see me fighting demons
Sheppard sheepin blind see the preacher is misleading
Or you can call it thieving if I don’t pay my tithes
Then you say I ain't believing
Prayer group on the line but my soul ain’t receiving
So nah I ain’t down for the bullshit
Fork tongued preacher being factious in pulpits
Took my ass to confession soon as I got a day off
Account numbers and security codes that’s how they made off
From the start they said it's written well
Why should I beg for mercy when I'm feeling like its Gods fault
He Jackie Joyner Kearse me must have been unworthy
Had to be in the wrong line when he was passing out the glory
Man fuck why I say that shit
Don't even run it back, don't that replay that shit
It's just my mind racing fast don't relay shit
But in this fight for my sanity the struggles a bitch
(This life time been a struggle for most
But while I'm here I’m only promising growth
They say the Lord not apart of mine
But this my state of mind in these troublesome times
One day you here and the next you gone
I pray that the Lord never leave me alone
But if He do I’ma hustle for mine
Just my state of mind in these troublesome times)
When it’s grey outside
And the skys never blue outside we turn to lies to get through our lives
Trying to fool our pride, just to get a better feel of what’s real
Knowing that it kills we still deal
Play the hand that was given and don't always call
Pray the man that would give it play these hallway songs
If we ever should fall the same drop would be the call back
Cause whatever’s given they take it in case we fall back
And with all that never say never
Nobody would stray away if it could ever be better
But it’s easier to break so forever we let ‘em
Make the same damn mistakes rather teach ‘em the lesson
Never losing the fight, they say we gain an angel from the lost of a life
Maybe I make it through the heat of the night
Shining light upon the wiry just to keep ‘em in sight
In these troublesome times these fiends lean like JoJo Dancer
Potna strugglin through his battle with cancer
We need more than answers
My hoods see the same solutions niggas slangin and the gangs recruitin
Pick up and leave, take our seeds change the ways we do shit
Life was straight till they came to Houston
Our pain producing, a generation lost we losing
And the devil keep the game confusing
Youngins idolize us, become grown up and despise us
No wonder beast got us under they guidance
What’s on the horizon, when babies got babies conniving
Know its crazy that’s the way we surviving
Betray & divide ‘em, can’t tell ya how to save our lives
But they can tell ya when that ‘caine arriving
These lanes deprive ‘em, of seeing through the gaze of my eyes
So take heed in these troublesome times!!
In these troublesome times!! YAAAHH!!
LEGAL HUSTLE
(Ever since ever since ever since he was younger
He used to sell packs on the corner with his brother
Now that he’s all grown he said he can’t believe that he made it off the street from pushing a few keys
And whenever whenever his little sister was around
She used to tell her friends this is how we get down
And now that she’s a lawyer she still his favorite supporter
She even put the tax on the packs it was wrapped in)
He moved it from his room to the kitchen
All that would consume keepin missions on they mission
‘Til his moms asked him if he could do the dishes
She didn’t understand he was trying make a business
She just saw the lines fiends scratching from the itches
Broken like a bottle they was trying to get their fixes
Grabbed him by the collar told him he should ask forgiveness
No need for confession he was Jay Hova witness
In the midst of depression had God Son guessing
And a rapper he was running with turned out to be a reverend
The shooters kept it moving and the haters was expecting
For him to slip on his hustle, so they can get to stepping
Nightmares he kept in mind thoughts racing by the second
But he loved his notebook cause he used as a weapon
To defend him from the past and stay focused on the present
Kept it moving cause the music was his future and his blessing
(Hook)
They told him he was on the road to riches
All he had to do was keep his niggas out his business
Never let ‘em witness you delivering the realest
He only let ‘em hear it, he never let ‘em feel it
Jealous of his hustle some of ‘em tried to still it
So he chose to wrap it up package it and conceal it
Father was never let know that he deal it
But his mommas’ momma figured out that he was in it
The grandlady and the mother of mothers who grandbaby would hang around hustlers for their customers
Told him that he was getting older need to grow up
And he replied to granny I just gotta meet my quota
So many sold but he never reach the goal so he took it on the road and he put it in the stores
500,000 units moved he on the roll
Spending and reminiscing bout the days when he was poor
HONESTY HOUR
Just as cold as it is up in America, sorrows hitting heaver
Poppa saying fuck them school days that’s ahead of ya
Mama saying trust that school pays so don’t give it up
This is honesty hour not just bullshit I’m telling ya
They don’t want us to work but they don’t want us to struggle
The schools never teach it but they don’t want us to hustle
So out of curiosity we play it and we quit it
If the comeback wasn't big enough to live with it
But, some of us couldn't leave so we stayed with it
Some of us ain't believe it so we chose to fade with it
The importance of what's important ain't causing me to see it
And the last thing he wanted was the cause to be mistreated
So dear doctor I call on you this evening
The lawyer couldn't help me he failed to be what I needed
Put me in a position where I can be in achievement
And I'll never forget to hit my knees in agreement
Wait, let me revise that I already agree with
I seen it with my own red eyes through all the bleeding
Now all I see is blurry blue lines, blinded from the weekend
Behind the shades still noticed who was peaking
Moms’ pleading to God my daughter was trick-a-treating
Pops hittin the blunt and my sister was still weeping
Dealers up on the corner still hustling for the cheese and
Poverty still problem, so who do we believe in
Who be there for us to call on when it ain’t even
And all the odds are opposite of what we used to seeing
Cause when everything at steak you don’t care about the label
We more focused on who was laying at the table
So dear Christopher, hate to speak as if I'm missing you
So I disguise with something they can listen to
But try not to paint it vivid cause of what the picture do
That's still how I remember you
Black as ever with them pearly whites sticking through
Curly head nigga with a sense of humor big as you
Card games we avoid the conversation
But you already know what we was thinking, we keep it all in
What up cousin I finally said that I love you
A message from the youngest of the others, uncovered in sin
It starts to get cold, not cause lights off or bill is on hold
I'm just walking what I’m talking out the pit of my soul
Growing old now I finally get to see what I was missing
Just a premonition common sense is what I'm sensing
Sensibly I dig cause it got me here
But I often wondered.. nah I won't go there
Ain't no looking back, I mean too much to so many
That it kind of burns my skin when you view me green with envy
But I bow my head, then I pray I for you
I was made in Gods image so they hate me too
And that's just what it is, is what my grandmomma told me
Said if I had a problem then she'd be right there to hold me
‘Til that faithful day, that God called her home
Cried my eyes out for days you can say I’m wrong
What if your heart just upped and left
I know she had to go I just wish it wasn't death
But God I miss her so
So if you didn't know, grams I miss you and I love you
Would crawl my way to heaven if I had the chance to hug you
The worlds suffocating don’t want nothing to do with it
Then to make matters worse my girl upped and quit it
What was me and her, I guess it was just too much
Sat in the same bed wouldn’t even touch
Never hugged and kissed or the shit that went with it
Never liked me flirting couldn’t take it so she split it
Did my share of dirt and I ain't innocent either
But I gotta get her back so what’s the standard procedure
As you can see I'm going through it I won't front about it
Plus my mood gets darker when my thoughts are clouded
But me and Dozak winning rings going back to back
Just pushing that penmanship the Wonder Rhymer’s back
The Wonder Rhymer's back
Just pushing that penmanship the Wonder Rhymer’s back
PAPER CUTS
Stripping niggas naked leave ‘em with the bare minimum
I dare you to find a pair to get rid of ‘em.. Too many niggas talkin bout they out spittin ‘em
Well maybe they right they out flym’n ‘em
What it is homie
Oh that's just how we talk
Keep the foam on it
Yeah that's just how we walk
You wanna be like us go get ya senses up.. So many senses making niggas gettin sick of us
Sick of them critics with no credentials to critic us, reading twitter timelines figuring that's really us
I don’t trust ‘em when speak too much
It’s hard to follow what they sayin niggas tweet too much
Assholes get out of line through they speakers and such, keep following bullshit and leave the leading to us
Believe in the money scriptures only God we can trust, they try to depreciate it cause it's speaking of us
Fresh to death like I live in the moment
And we only wear it twice if them niggas ain't on it
Bless your girl guard her girl when I see her she wanted, since April of 85 man I have no opponent that's how I'm rocking
Living life over budget fuck it I'm loving it think about our government
That's how we learn to cover it paper trail of the devil
We follow it like a rebel
We never know when to let go
We try to fuck it forever
We treat it like heavy metal
It get us through all the treble
And keep the bass at a level
That you niggas thought was special
That’s my bitch
Yea yea that's my bitch, and only I can treat her like she only suckin my shit
And only I can treat her like she only bumpin my hits
So come and get ya fix lil nigga if ya brain ain't know that
Check the gang
Wonder bout ‘em
And they'll make ya hold that
Check the name Wonder Rhymer
It's just me and Dozak
HEAVEN
Speakin on the shit you seem to really be about
And people thinking you a bitch if you can't get it out
Family first fuck them feelings that was giving doubt
Be a man never choose to take a different route
Cherish ya seed muthafucker feed ya deeper greed
Them newest P's ain't replacing what they really need
Replacing fashion for the casualty is what it be get back in the driver seat and whip it 'til the devil bleed
Let it grow from ya palms plant you a bigger tree
Everything you need buried in a mustard seed
Cracking codes just to see if you can brake it off niggas never paid you so you go back to what get it all
Still strugglin to pass on the hustlin
Momma sat the food on the table quiet the mumbling
Nights it ain't enough so we go to sleep with the rumbling
Answer to what they wondering where we get our humbling
Look to the heavens for the comforting
Deep in thought is how I found myself look how I lost me
Had to focus on the prequel damn but what it cost me
As I sat a minute, shades tinted but still my heart in it
I need to find a phone booth so I can Clark Kent it
Or maybe Peter Parker MJ cause I dream harder
I walked the walk I bare the cross the New Orleans martyr
Take my life but voice'll remain I speak the truth when I rap it's subsiding they pain, nigga
And if you could too then you'd do the same
But y'all speaking another language niggas rapping in vain
So keep the car talk raw talk them bitches by the bar talked
Told me niggas ain't shit better listen when we spit
That wonder rhymer style type nostalgia
Deeper than rap know your math son guard your honor
Nirvana, is what we after immerse ourselves in laughter
Tried to get high as heaven catacomb to disaster
After, the endings over pray to God we get to heaven like
Don't let it corner you and bring you down
You can be the most beautiful thing that heaven found
Don't sell yourself short
Make it well known
Make it worth the effort
Until you world known
Everything ain't always butter when you making toast
Tilt the glass and you be leaving shit up on the floor
Quick to spaz on the shit that you don’t even know
Get the facts ‘fo you spilling yo feelings and boast
Some friend shit went sour but I never fall
Fuck another chance, still I love ‘em all
He did all he can, thought he was never wrong
Made him a better man
I made a better song
OUTRO
Ink. Pens. Paper.
Holy Trinity of the craft
Necessary that these three be bonded
Write reality's correspondents. Factual memos over tempos.
In hopes it'll sink in later
Poetry in the wind, on airs
Like Roy, or
More like Jordan when the pen's soaring
Just so you know it ain't fair
What we do with words
Make nouns impact your verbs
Ink trails lightening across the page, striking & sniping like Durant's game
Then your minds boom to the sound of thundering heard
Maryland to NOLA, purer than the main ingredient in the crack rock
And with the true support that we getting, we know that we can't stop
And even when we stumbled and tumbled to a fall
Rose off the concrete like Derrick dunking on the blacktop
Rebel Rose with a cause like Jalen in the black socks
Fabulous with the five fingers when pen is in hand
Crafting my life's signatures in each of these stanzas
Perfect penmanship's the aim and I never slack off
That's all the motivation needed to keep the heat coming
And all I wanna do is spark some thought in another
Wonder Rhymer makes the ignant niggas listen with or without adding the muhfucka
Cerebral assassin. My pedigree's not a game
Sharpened blades on wax and stabbing tracks until it bleeds
Put the sword in the sheath.
The album's over. Go ahead on and repeat.
BONUS: KEYNOTE ADDRESS
The temperature of the blunt tip the same as my temperament
Its Burning slow.. I don’t know how much further I got to go
But I know where I came from is gruesome
Couldn’t be the man on my block until I grew some
So now my chest poking out without a doubt who want it
You see me call me out on it
But now my nuts big enough I put your spouse on it
Speaking of, shout out to my old bitch for breaking my heart
That’s what this ink pens paper for
Cause of her is from where my inspiration grow
My motivation flow shit comes from the heart
It's only right you know
Never forget the granted I was taken for
Not like the tile on ya kitchen floor
She still my mi amour the one that me adore
But I'm off that
Often times you gotta fall off to get on track
Most the time righting wrongs lead to fall backs
Missed a couple calls praying my niggas callback
Irony of life is what you call that
And life's a bitch but I still treat her like I love her
Cause once that bitch scorned you won't ever get another
Life that is
So spit it like the life-less did
God bless the aforementioned hope in heaven niggas listening
Hope in hell this can be your ice water when you wishing
This for the single moms struggling paying that tuition
For them niggas in the trap with that hustlers intuition
Take a quarter cause you ought to try it save while you pitching
Cause it get too hot sometimes man you gotta leave the kitchen
Just call it how I see it I can't make you niggas listen
But honestly this shit is for me
I took the Jedi beat and did some self therapy
Shiii so I'm crying while I write it
Imagine my nerves
I'm just fighting the urge to flip the bird as I recite it
Sitting below the heavens calculating the miles
Dreams of sitting with my grandmother and making her smile
But that's only my dream won’t be that way for a while
But they can see you in my walk I got your grace an your style
Said the world was mine put it in my brain as a child
Grams I know you looking down I hope I'm making you proud
Hope I'm making you proud
This ain't the end, only the start of a new life
What would you like
I, carry a new light
You, see it as one mic
I, see with a new sight
And I’ma shine it till muthafuckas say that it’s too bright
It’s all on your perception
This was just the preparation for ya eyes
Don't be surprised when I be wonder rhyming with Nas
I just hope to keep it live
The fuck I'm sayin’ I just hope that I be alive
This the thoughts of niggas looking for miracles
Hope it wasn’t too lyrical over ya heads and spiritual but
Jus that you understand the shit that I was living through
And if you didn't then fuck it it wasn’t meant for you
But I appreciate the listen you gave it
Ain't gotta like it but respect it muthafuck the ones who hate it
What make it worse is
They been waiting to hear this shit
So they can blog about my weakest verses
That was the first shit
See how it work kid
Now my poetry’s potent enough hurt shit
Bipolar overflow still it nurse shit
Nola holding the quota see what the worth is
Living through pain with passion see where my work is
My girl pissed off
And I don't know the cause
Somebody tell her we need to talk she ignore the calls
See where my hope is
See where my growth is
Hopefully we can grow together with both kids
Some people never learn 'til it’s too late or irrelevant
Listen when we telling it and you'll have a chance to better it
Part of my life in a way it can be relatable
Cause who ain't never sit around waiting for a date or two
Don't be ashamed cause that the shit that created you
Brush it off and find somebody that'll favor you
Jus live ya life better
See how ya nights feeling brighter cooler nice weather
We making nice effort
Mama you see us we reached a couple believers
With just ink pens and paper imagine if we had the speakers
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