NO FLEXIN/ Hip Spoken Word
Iconic slick rhymes/
trumpet beats sampled/
Latin soul grooves on Bronx Street/
No flexin’, just real 90's rap/
Hip hop flows into jazz, spoken word, soul/
jazz whispers into Afrobeats' ear/
a political word from Angela Davis and the Revolution speaks to Gil Scott Heron/
Nu jazz beats as congas play/
Bronx streets come alive with stickballs flying high/
Gil Scott’s voice/
singing for change that will never come/
a ghetto child,
runnin' wild/
hydrants spray/
cooling off the summer's day/
DJ BEND IN doin' his thing as the table spins/
John Lee's Hooker's blues N hip hop/
Hip hop and blues/ yeah that's right/
Thoughts flow free like a humming bee's sound/
Hip hop rap's musical notes make/
The Milky Way is a sound system for the universe/
underground hoops play for money and dope/
Miles does do bop on his trumpet/
tasty like a Mars candy bar/
do-wop, boom bap/
What a solid remix, man!
I'm diggin' on your track/
So, relax and kickback/
This is what It means to be free/
Some thoughts on the subject of going with the flow.
Some different viewpoints that you may want to know.
Don’t fight against the current it knows where it should go.
It avoids the obstacles dashing to and fro.
How should we see a person going with the flow?
They may be seen as lazy or even just slow.
Pitching the oars in the river, nothing to do.
Kickback in the boat and just see what will ensue.
Life requires joining our energy with others,
Let the current be our sisters and our brothers.
Tap into the consensus, set our goals anew.
Take a deeper look into other people’s view.
Acknowledge my thoughts are not better than the rest.
Accept the composite of the group’s thoughts are best.
Going with the flow is turning me into we,
Allows the current to be what it’s meant to be.
NO FLEXIN/ Word and Art/Tony Adamo
Iconic slick rhymes/
trumpet beats sampled/
Latin soul grooves on Bronx Street/
No flexin’, just real 90's rap/
Hip hop flows into jazz spoken word soul/
jazz whispers into Afrobeats ear/
a political word from Angela Davis and the Revolution speaks to Gil Scott Heron/
Nu jazz beats as congas play/
Bronx streets come alive with stickballs flying high/
Gil Scott’s voice/
singing for change that will never come/
a ghetto child,
runnin' wild/
hydrants spray/
cooling off the summer's day/
DJ BEND IN doin' his thing as the table spins/
John Lee's Hooker's blues N hip hop/
Hip hop and blues/ yeah that's right/
Thoughts flow free like a humming bee's sound/
Hip hop rap's musical notes make/
The Milky Way a sound system for the universe/
underground hoops play for money and dope/
Miles does do bop on his trumpet/
tasty like a Mars candy bar/
do-wop, boom bap/
what a solid remix, man!
I'm diggin' on your track/
So, relax and kickback/
This is what It means to be free/
Near my house in the back,
bit lost on a sidetrack,
along the grassy track.
Turned a bit to backtrack,
closer is the right tack,
near my house in the back.
Yet things went out of whack,
more lost was a setback,
along the grassy track.
I put on a soundtrack,
and I thought to kickback,
near my house in the back.
Thought of how'd I attack
then there was a throwback,
along the grassy track.
A song that I playback,
"Get right back" ... [Bleep] (wisecrack)
near my house in the back,
along the grassy track.
Karla the kickback kindred kinesthetic witch from Kickapoo County
Ran back to Rustic Ranch when she kicked out Murray the Mountie.
The way she was running, we thought there might be a bounty.
She has a wildly weird wonderful reputation here in Kickapoo County.
Knick Knack Paddy Whack
Can’t take back a wisecrack
If you wanna be a crackerjack
Earn a greenback from blackjack
Gotta buyback your backpack
Need to blister pack your flapjacks
Evident ebbing of drawbacks
Raises the bar for the sad sacks
The good life, so Kodak
So long as you don’t sidetrack
Selfie people hide in haystacks
Hoarding their golden tie tacks
Shall we ponder how to give back
Go beyond the dusty knickknack
Respect deserves a worthy payback
Not a flimsy whimsy kickback
Society requests a comeback
It is hard to believe but it is true
Last night my wife Sue stayed home with her boo
I was such a wonderful jack
Had to give him hefty kickback
To spend the night in a Timbuktu loo.
Unload your appraised earnings
in the collection baskets,
small price to pay
for holy water's kickback,
God thundered an indignant snort
'pon gold filled prospered coffers
within corporate excesses
of enriched gaudy churches,
wondering when HIS word
had begotten misconstrued
in clergy's interpretations
of powers' self-aggrandizement
and pontificating gratification;
whilst the huddled masses
were starving midst the pews
Time for celebration
Time to gather up the best in one location
Back where high school dress codes were your main struggle
And if your outfit was right then you could score a double
As in two phone numbers from girls who may coincidentally know each other
So now your stuck in the small town cycle, where you won't trust another
Kickback at the Hampton's where the greats are invited
And if the boys get comfortable, the flames are ignited
No smoker, but what's wrong with a cigar and a shot of rum?
No rush for the thrill, I know my time will come
By now, you start to realize the brighter side of things
Like my necklace, gold watch, and new pinky ring
It's an overkill maybe, I just want to show the people what I've become
How to bake a dozen cookies out of one crumb
Building ways to take care of my parents once they hit their age
Leading by example, so my younger siblings can do the same
I still have boys who discredit me, the lies they tell are you kidding?
I heard she has my link bookmarked
So let's not mention who's really winning
xbox 360s Ps3s
you dont need that stuff
cuz u got mee
our first christmas
hope u stuck to the wishlist
ha dont mind me
im kidding
ur love is all i need
relax an kickback on cold cali nite
giving me those kisses
cuz ive been polite
under blankets rite here wit me
next to the firelaying ur head on me
i feel so blessed
cant wait 4 wats next
u the moment that i live 4
cuz here tonite
we can both see the lights
cant bleive u mine
wait i can
cuz i deserve u rite
this feelin ull never want to let go
so dont
how wiil u kno ?
the heart will tell u so
if i wuudda never asked u out
i wuuda missed this
im so happy i did
sarah merry christmas
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