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the past is cast in sepia tone, static
The future is hyper real, holographic
The present alone is dynamic, eternal
within the frozen zone, fires burning
Affirming those yearning for morning's blue blooming
Sun sparkles on snow, renewing the night from abject consuming
Exhuming the creative state that is latent in humans
A crystalline lattice awaits to initiate order from disarray
dismantling store displays
Distinguish makers from takers and buyers, liars, climate change deniers
Fires develop from sparks to infernos
Extend to crescendos, erupt from volcanoes
A journey begins in this moment containing all that has passed, and all time remaining
The lessons to learn bore on backs of our forebears
Maximal tracks to enact dreams I store there
Reflections in ice like paths in a labyrinth
Tactics imagined enacted by mavericks
Now you all wanna get some of that
Now you all wanna know where the goal's at
It's hard to hold that, know you wanna chase the grail
A mindfulness to fully face the veil
I phrase the rhyme, the veils of time
Displays arrays of light, shades and shine, amaze the mind
Peruse the tune, remove confusion, find the sign that guides you thru illusion
Allude to the view within, to still your mind, begin again
And find divine within your friend
Ascend beyond the grind, prevail in kind, availing one of moving thru the veils of time
plus verses by Seed Verb & Sloe-T
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Did You Catch That Name?
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DID YOU CATCH THAT NAME?
I heat the decibels
next, the beats collect, bassflex in crucibles, phrase deft
acts devised as metallurgical, precise with the slice like a knife - surgical
cuts beyond the merely visible, check yourself, this is integral
all in, indivisible and mad classic y'all, advances maximal
cool cat, true that, who's that?
Zone's back, act like you knew that
skewer pop hip-hop and no-skill rap
cure that with more funk than a sewer rat
pure fact, you need to believe
I weave the threads of dreams that you perceive
invigorating and untamed, the selfsame
full circle from Samhain to Beltane
fresh soundset, sub-bass vibrates
reflects us, check this, dilates the mind's eye
plexus, night time - dream time, next it's flight time
soulsound live, the new way
sway, Timezone, new gates open now
move, the thru way, dirty south
did you catch that name?
it's the next installment, commencement
originators ascendant, exquisitely blended
intended as observant, through a lens of abstraction and stylistic swerving
worlds woven in words, spoken in smoke until the whole verse is cured
prepared in heat, seasoned by the flame, primed to rise again
reach and strive again, resonant, person to person, reverberant
imperturbable dream interpreter - ephemeral, forever impermanent
serving the urgency of lessons to learn in this
I'll never endeavor to threaten the feminine
that's just the kind of man I am
a man among boys, toys and wack MCs
absentee dads whose raps are hackneyed
fresh soundset, sub-bass vibrates
reflects us, check this, dilates the mind's eye
plexus, night time - dream time, next it's flight time
soulsound live, the new way
sway, Timezone, new gates open now
move, the thru way, dirty south
did you catch that name?
love to infinity, love the asymmetry
line to line, life can turn on a dime
I learn all the time, never conforming
never stop burning, on with the journey
beatblends from Timezone LaFontaine
mad sun, did you catch that name?
lone gunner, longtime up and comer
getting no younger but still got the hunger
I'm gonna flex expressive forever
your soul shines, my daughter, a treasure
I write rhymes to resound with you
when you're all grown and about to move
you'll listen to these beats, rhymes and shouts I do
and contemplate the paths and routes I choose
here's what I'll work to hear, no doubt I do
pops, your lyrics are truth, I'm proud of you
fresh soundset, sub-bass vibrates
reflects us, check this, dilates the mind's eye
plexus, night time - dream time, next it's flight time
soulsound live, the new way
sway, Timezone, new gates open now
move, the thru way, dirty south
did you catch that name?
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HEALERS WILL TO KILL ILLNESS
Step by step advance, cross the vast expanse of endless ice
with perseverance
adherence to a vision or a legend as some would say
if you see it then come this way
this drum array is the drive to keep the fire alive
ice and snow's the vibe in a land of cold hearts and closed eyes
I throw fly flows in the face of racist five-os
the enforcers of mass acquisition
pepper spray protestors, shoot down children
they get away with literal murder
media induce fear, isolate further
but people with the sight gonna congregate to light
bring fuel to the fire in the dark of night
spark the spirit and heart within to start again, rise to stand,
defend the soul from a prison as host organism for a cancerous case of capitalism
To the point like a drill bit, share the skillsets
Healers will to kill illness
the night blows in with ice cold wind
media fight for control of the minds of men
Style is fresh, perpetual flex intent on the next,
precisely selects the fuel to inject, the spark to ignite,
the beats provide light through darkness of night
the soul aflame with love that's been giving him
drive to give back amid indifference
that I could meet halfway to stand alone in the end again and again
the poem infused with love
I don't pretend to understand this turn of events is part of a plan
to lay the bass, beats in the mix, samples set, example set
mad tracks, traverse the path, decades pass, verses stack
sheets of paper, released as vaporous steam
"back on the scene, sharp as a guillotine"
cold crush if you know what I mean
seems the callous fiends can't kill the dream
To the point like a drill bit, share the skillsets
Healers will to kill illness
the night blows in with ice cold wind
media fight for control of the minds of men
fact is, the path is a practice
enacts the soul access, can't hold back this
it's a balancing act that takes tact
I've been making these tracks with love since way back
play back in times when a guide is hard to find
to open your heart is an art in hard times
say in no uncertain terms that hurting is a pertinent part the ways we learn
an abiding joy that contains the spectrum
turn isolation into connection
mediatech is the nexus to focus change
infuse with soul and notice pains
listen to them instead of cold numbing them
a million miles of road, I'm still running them
a cold night that's set to get colder and
a heavy load to bear I'm still shouldering
an old flame that can't be extinguished
a link in the chain that won't relinquish
a hold on my heart when push comes to shove
back in the here and the now and it's love
To the point like a drill bit, share the skillsets
Healers will to kill illness
the night blows in with ice cold wind
media fight for control of the minds of men
eyes to spectacle, glistening, crystalline
change begins with the ones who are listening
this frozen state we been through can end, too
begin to invoke the healer within you
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START WITH WHERE YOU'RE AT (feat. Camo)
Start with where you're at
build with what you've got
work with what you have
create with what you've brought
start where you are
express what you've felt
give us what you've learned in terms of higher self
what you seek cannot be bought
though some say they just happen to sell what you've always sought
ain't no merchants of breadth and depth
they sell a surface fix
express that you lack success
and the purpose is to encourage purchases
infect a healthy self-respect with the sense you've been left bereft
and must get the next image that they project
and such it is with relationships initiated with a graceless impatience
that's based from the gettyo on a scenario not unlike an unboxing video
flush with the rush of cash acquisition
practiced lines, imitated sex positions
uninspiring to say the least, but an adequate distraction for a couple of weeks
funny to see and sad to say,
as a general rule, music's the exact same way
and wack MCs hate me for sharing this one weird trick
they won't come near it
because It's easier to flow with casual coldness
than to show what the soul's true role is
in action and practice, right?
so they check ad campaigns and act all plastic-like
looking over their shoulders, get a crick in their neck
skim across the surface, missing the depth
and blame their ex for this and that
make wack battle raps - man, who wanna listen to that?!
Start with where you're at
build with what you've got
work with what you have
create with what you've brought
start where you are
express what you've felt
give us what you've learned in terms of higher self
what I've lived cannot be condensed in a pop format
with the lessons dispensed to express with intent
to make drones of youth who resent these attempts
to pretend that the truth is a brand to assume in place of identity
and other such intangible traits like integrity
but shortcuts got mass appeal
energy drinks to mask the feel of a deep fatigue
from a long and shallow stroll through malls and sales and so-called value, yo
the thrill of a new love distilled, on sale
never to fulfill with the true love that's real
and represents work and a skill at listening
rappers just wanna spit disses, lips glistening
like movie trailer crescendos of violence and sex,
each one about the same as the next
Start with where you're at
build with what you've got
work with what you have
create with what you've brought
start where you are
express what you've felt
give us what you've learned in terms of higher self
the problem with words is words can be misused
twisted and turned into wicks - a lit fuse
or more like a retro LED display
counting down on a detonator hidden away
underground fashions are like that, too
the mullets, the sewn-on fabric patches and tattoos
it's bad news for musical styles as well
dubstep synth bass drops crescendo swells
all of these are superficial aspects
that can be taken and changed into commercial assets
like hipstamatic photo filters that imitate the cachet
of experience from back in the day
but the heart is expressed in the long term
a lifetime path intact with the long burn
dimensions of love and grace that's
inaccessible through commercial-style infatuations
they ain't selling no patience or perseverance
or belief in your love or adherence
to the principal traits that enable you to create a more
authentic self like what we've been waiting for
Start with where you're at
build with what you've got
work with what you have
create with what you've brought
start where you are
express what you've felt
give us what you've learned in terms of higher self
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It is Only a Dream
00:21
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ESCAPE THE LABYRINTH OF ICE (feat. Doc Hollywood & Lawless Lucy)
live from the labyrinth of ice,
designed as a passage, a device
to prescribe a life confined
walls inscribed by lies
paths predetermined, demographically typed
choice reduced to photos on menus
frozen in dissociative venues
chained in entertaining frames for always
hoarding products you're sold in hallways
the rumor's that you're groomed to get tumors, bet
your role is set within consumer debt
the maze: a script you're assigned to play through
not for critical minds to find ways through
the walls of ice are thick, so bear witness
to the fact they're built from indifference
to your fellow man, to the health of land
set in place with the absence of helping hands
lost within, locked in competition
got to envision a changed composition
to melt the ice we need sustained flame
ways to raise up above the base game
maintain focus and learn to listen
to the voices that the discourse is missing
invoke conditions, enact the catalyst
begin to melt the walls of the labyrinth
flames start with sparks to change the dark to light
light awaits the right time to ignite
time waits for nothing, no one
changes all, keeps on going
plus verses by Doc Hollywood & Lawless Lucy
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You Ain't Gonna Get Out
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OUTLASTERS IN THE FROZEN REALM (feat. Sloe-T & Seed Verb)
There's no way to mitigate all the risks I take
Art operates to infiltrate the conscious state
Thoughts lock to sub-bass, sine waves oscillate
Headsets in subways, jets on runways rise to skyways
Fly rides glide over icy highways
creative space, the pace is set
1-2 mic check, basement tech
studios encased in bass, into your 'phones
These poems intoned, designed to remind
and hone your mind's eye to find the way home
Heat to penetrate the freezing land
of market research's deceiving plan
Media simulates wealth thru duplicates
Dupes initiates, reduced mistruths
inducing youth to mass hallucinate
but underground cats'll stand against the wind
Labeled as 'fringe' but really where it all begins
Call in friends, mix soul in blends, raw, intense
Sure not following trends
As for this moment now, i'm stealing this
Promoted products ain't no more real than this
But music fans can't find the real artists
They're pawns to PR firms, charts and markets
Harsh to wake to,
this heart of darkness I aim to drive a stake through - catharsis
Art that's far from harmless
LaFontaine names the targets
Reclaims the farthest dreams it seems you lost but I found 'em
return to you now in the form of sound and
build the beat to dig in and get down in
Step by step we gonna climb the mountain
There's no way to mitigate all the risks I take
Art operates to infiltrate the conscious state
Thoughts lock to sub-bass, sine waves oscillate
Headsets in subways, jets on runways rise to skyways
Fly rides glide over icy highways
creative space, the pace is set
1-2 mic check, basement tech
plus verses by Sloe-T & Seed Verb
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SAME MISTAKES I MADE BEFORE (feat. Camo)
I don't want to make the same mistakes I made before
like going through revolving doors of miscues
missed opportunities and chances misused
truth misconstrued to live down and live through
I want to earn the chance to learn from those
journey forth, discern the code
behold the insight bestowed in this light
give thanks - advance to learn and grow
sunset and blazing tones and hues displayed in view
clear in the mirror as I'm rolling through
a long time to think and reflect on some things that I'd rather forget
feeling the wind - Zone in the mix
while the mind's eye choose to focus on this
images of previous days are replayed
as I drive entranced on the freeway
and I try to give myself leeway about the things I wish I could rephrase
gotta get burns to learn from, but damn son
my past actions hold me for ransom
and demand that I practice the lesson
but in the meantime I'm practically guessing
stressing events that haven't occurred yet
a key in a lock that hasn't been turned yet
that's the definition of a complex
excessive effect on the present context
right about now I roll down the exit
fuel running low though you know so i check it
I don't want to make the same mistakes I made before
like going through revolving doors of miscues
missed opportunities and chances misused
truth misconstrued to live down and live through
I want to earn the chance to learn from those
journey forth, discern the code
behold the insight bestowed in this light
give thanks - advance to learn and grow
rolling alone, holding my own
should I make the call? - holding my phone
I set it aside for now - heading inside for now
gotta get fed so I head in a dive for now
a truck stop - wonder how did my luck stop
I slipped up and missed where the buck stopped
playing with vice of various types
now I'm paying the price these precarious nights
alone with my thoughts - joe in the pot
counting on the next shot I'm hoping I've got
no guarantees for a rambling man
ambling shamble of a gambling man
but I won before when i was on the right avenue
a couple more scores, pick up some revenue
imagine the clock on the wall could dial back,
but I could keep the lessons I learned a while back
find my way home to when times were better
know what I should have said and stay together
why'd I insist on making you wait?
now I subsist in a state of too late...
get the check, leave a heck of a tip
into the night, the next leg of my trip
headlights up - turn on a song, son
night coming down - gonna be a long one...
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They May Be Great Poets
00:32
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CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE
The struggle is a part of the artist's path with heart
game change in the way I play my part
say the start is now, as per usual
raw with the audiovisual
soon to find the new design
define the tune to bloom the mind
I'm brewing pure moonshine while these serpentine superstars are serving up turpentine
keep my rhymes on high and the bass low
someone's got the credit coming, better say so
pops taking care of my share from the get-go
drop top, wind in my hair - let's go
homeward bound - I'll show you how I hone the sound
notice how the ground contains the roots and seeds the next
sounds reflect - stage set - soundchecks reset
lit the spark and lift the dark
these lost artistes can't admit when they miss the mark
risk restart - my art aims to change the way past pain affects the frame
once again, love maintains - it's the root of how you live
truth from the new kid - moving on fluid
dig the new shit - fresh-pressed tunes, rough-hewn from the Blue Ridge
every second, double-checking
what you reckon is the best direction?
hell is on earth - heaven is too
give credit where the credit is due
every minute, world spinning
make a killing - make a living
hell is on earth - heaven is too
give credit where the credit is due
we're passing all the casting calls asking y'all to play the role of crass consumers on soul parole
rolling on to a new dawn, beyond a chemical lawn
indebted as pawns, suppressing a yawn
a veteran's on the mic, not a senator's son
never been one - never gonna be
caught in the quarreling between the wannabes and the has-beens and the never-wills
and the clever advertisers shilling ill pills
to kill kids' drive to fantasize, express exuberance, dance and empathize
could a bass design create the space and time to place the seed of healing, based in rhymes?
say it's mine - I'm rocking the gift
changing the game like the oculus rift
sightlines set on mindful intent
reminders embedded in the rhymes i invent
the guides I never had, mentors I never found
give as good as i got? I'm giving better now
heading out - been around - here and gone
now I'm back where I'm from - come along
mic control impeccable - mysteries ineffable
every second, double-checking
what you reckon is the best direction?
hell is on earth - heaven is too
give credit where the credit is due
every minute, world spinning
make a killing - make a living
hell is on earth - heaven is too
give credit where the credit is due
back on track - clad in black
pass the rest with the depth of parallax
flow in the midst of eminent bloom
roll in the mist with the treble and boom
home is where I am - it's where I'm from
present in the things I've done and songs I've sung
new self - one and the same
I ain't chasing the fame - I'm facing the change
that's my evolution, state of becoming
translate the phrases related to drumming
never the same as the next is - unique poetics
rhythmic expressions - check texts - committed to practice
pass the test - advanced mathematics
study the script - prepare for the role
house lights down - on with the show
pack the supplies - wheels turn
prep double-checked - ready to burn
ready to learn - sip the elixir
evocative plot twist locked in the mixer
LaFontaine - guarantee the beat's tight
give thanks - practice the deep sight
insight to facets of craftsmanship
the path to the answer begins with you asking shit
every second, double-checking
what you reckon is the best direction?
hell is on earth - heaven is too
give credit where the credit is due
every minute, world spinning
make a killing - make a living
hell is on earth - heaven is too
give credit where the credit is due
every moment gone - keep going on
staying focused on the path that you rolling on
hell is on earth - heaven is too
give credit where the credit is due
every instant - look and listen
visions within extend to the distance
hell is on earth - heaven is too
give credit where the credit is due
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THE FRAME YOU LOOK THROUGH
Change the frame that you look through
defining the meaning of paths that you took to
arrive at the realization that shook you
to see you create the frame you look through
change the angle of light and the shadows it casts
perceive the sound of the song as a looking glass
and a lens focused on the present and past
and shine light on the moment that's yet to pass
the dark days are behind, yet you retain
all the perspective and the strength that you gained
in recognition of the human condition
unfold the soul's volition in altruism
now you're listening in to resonance
shedding them outgrown impediments that were lessons in a sense
now you're hoping for more
grounded in gratitude - open the door
emerge from the edge of the forest in the last scene
in another, from a tunnel at the wheel of a fast machine
at last, on screen, the plot twist
bathed in sun rays - the hottest compared with the cold you had to go through
to know what you hold because no one could have told you
what it means to brave the bridge across the precipice
to a new day with no precedents
Change the frame that you look through
defining the meaning of paths that you took to
arrive at the realization that shook you
to see you create the frame you look through
change the angle of light and the shadows it casts
perceive the sound of the song as a looking glass
and a lens focused on the present and past
and shine light on the moment that's yet to pass
eloquent in defiance of indifference
restless - resisting unfocused belligerence
and 'shopped images of paper-thin surfaces
disposable products with profiteer purposes
what I'm after, I'm here to offer:
the next chapter, be your own author
cycling symbols until you find one that clicks
an image of inner transformation that sticks
a song to sing along that's given, not sold
just what love is at its best, and that's bold
handmade in the basement - no product placement
works in progress - steady and patient
ready to take you straight to the breakthrough
the moment you've earned to celebrate new changes unseen,
and too often unsung
or so it would seem to be so 'til you're sprung
from the prison of a self-definition that wasn't designed by yourself
and that's a condition of an ad campaign that's had free reign
a self portrait that it's time to reframe
Change the frame that you look through
defining the meaning of paths that you took to
arrive at the realization that shook you
to see you create the frame you look through
change the angle of light and the shadows it casts
perceive the sound of the song as a looking glass
and a lens focused on the present and past
and shine light on the moment that's yet to pass
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FEARS OVERBEARING BUT ONENESS UNDERLYING
It's always coming at you, more swift, faster than you know how to flow with
who'll you go with? At times you got to walk alone
show you haven't grown a heart of stone
shine your light through jolts and shocks
pick your way through bolts and locks
hold the spark through cold and dark
and through your art, your soul impart
your foes are never letting up attempting to prevent you getting up and setting up
your systems of sharing your gifts and wisdom
preparing to uplift 'em - caring how you're living
and expressing your perspective, a puzzle piece
a clue to full release, but they'd prefer to muzzle these -
the racists, terrorists, murderous police,
defense industry and bankers creating debt slavery,
corrupt, deceptive entertainers on TV,
robot radio stations, websites and streams
play on fears and undermine freedom
desperate to convince us that we need 'em
what I wonder is, from the Oneness, who's done this?
The ones who fund this and want to run this
who use confused distraction and abuse, to produce inaction
choose love to root reaction, the site of learning
see and feel the fierce urgency
the fire's burning, the tide's turning
one came back as many to keep learning
fears overbearing, but oneness underlying
keep it in mind as practice, keep trying...
the hard times, been through that
the death of a lover is a path, went through that
drugs as a way to insight, a shortcut
still tight with herb, but so what?
To hit a tuning fork you don't need a hammer
when we gonna let the heads out the slammer?
Bad as I've had I know some have had worse
some of what's coming for me you had first
some of what's coming to you, I lived through
maybe I can find a way I'll give you something that I've learned that'll ease the pain
when making it from day to day through freezing rain
that's an artist's role, the way I walk
so fake ass musicians are gonna get mocked
I ain't the one to take the bait of self-aggrandizement or self-hate
wack musicians are trapped in narcissism
falling farther from the heart of artistry
too much focus on photography, not enough quality in the discography
learn as a listener, observe the turns of the river
search for the courage to reconsider what you believe are the reasons to resign to be bitter
see, Time's a heavy hitter
my way to retaliate against society's sick state
is to dedicate myself to maintain my health
elevate phrase and let my light blaze
the fire's burning, the tide's turning
one came back as many to keep learning
fears overbearing, but oneness underlying
keep it in mind as practice, keep trying...
For alla y'all who think that it's easy to do this
but never even can seem to come close to this
you don't know where i'm from or what I been thru kid
walk a mile in mine to find the truth is not what you project on me like a silver screen
I seem chill, serene but seen the illest things
still make the beats and bass, mixing
can't kill the dream in 2015
hate recycled to love as best I can
Melodians and Babe Ruth "The Mexican"
flexing them gems that are mostly overlooked
still I ain't shook cause mainstreams is overcooked
the maps I make are autobiography of the One we are
now that's cartography
tossed to the cast of a mad tragicomedy
lastly, thanks to all y'all I'm honoring
"you love me, you hate me, you know me and then
you never can figure out the bag that I'm in"
but I'll give you one clue of what I'm purely about
smacking flavor outta wack emcees' slurring mouths
you heard it now, ain't a thing that I'm worrying about
Timezone LaFontaine, Dirty South
and there's one thing that I'm sure of
the only way forward from here is pure love
that's the news, be sure to read it
I'm wishing us all luck, we sure gonna need it...
river, deliver this sorrow to renew tomorrow in a song to sing along to
survive as only the strong do
but respect the fact that the ones we've lost were strong too...
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