New Hip Hop album out now
Yo world what up? I finally got the Realness of Dun out right now it’s filled with 21 tracks of dopeness recorded at the Panlener House of Music and More with beats by Billy Bloodbath, MC Jesus, and Dj Pervee and Grimrot.. Email me if you want a copy and I will send it to you.. Albums are going fast email me at djdislexican@yahoo.com
Comments (0)Run the run like a dumb clown
They want me to act I give em two thumbs down
Free is the man that makes his choice
not to sell out our voice
just for bread give me crumbs and the rest
Repping for the island and the southwest
showing you that life is a giant test
and you’re a failure if you take whats left
Saying I can make your dreams come true
and leave this town. I can leave this sound its all I have
to make me stand out my soul is burning
cause I’m broke but not looking for a hand out
Two thumbs down to like I hold to the ancestors of the crown
that made you act like your a clown
Do it for yourself if theres no one around
Keep the speed dragging as I fly like an Reo speed-wagon
or kick to my classics like electric light
I can be your brightest star and electrify your night
All cause you gave up and don’t want to fight
Tired of making excuses to the non conclusive
the abusive and the stupid
this is a last chance for death and life’s last dance
and the crazy person fast rants
but it’s true I don’t do it for any of you
Check it out got mad stuff as for writing and music and right now I’m here at Krux djing with Lissen from Taos Pueblo so we are just kicking back spinning dope tracks making ever one check it out for sure
Comments (0)Thump.. that the sound of me hitting the floor
like I’m living in a world demanding always wanting more
My heart broken into small pieces moving like trains
wanting nothing more than a small change
for the things I can’t provide
I wish I could hide
myself in the shadows the people are like cattle as I fight myself only to lose the battle
Time…to stop breathing and stop beating for time is leaving
and my heart is losing and time is fleeting
My head is where my heart should be
but I should be who I should be
instead of just me.
My heart is flowing not like the words I’m flowing but the world that’s going
to a better place
If my heart stopped beating may it lead me to save face
My heart was given to a select few
some had hearts too while others just threw them away
Stone cold summers led in disarray..
this ain’t the way.. no this and the way
my heart isn’t supposed to be
It beats like beats from those who keep their hearts
locked away
Cold hearts too many people got them
like apples that are rotten
People are like time soon to be forgotten
while the ones with good hearts aren’t very often
My heart broken and banged up
bandaged and rang up for the price
of 19.99, don’t have money that’s fine
run my heart through your credit line and donate to the jar for a piece of mind
I’m really hurting cause I’m blind
Blind to the way my brain and heart communicate
and run vicariously through this wait to find a mate
and eat all that is on my plate
it bumps like I jump for those that are blunt
and switch like the time of the month
my heart is prey for the hunt
when I see something I like it pulls a stunt
tired of letting go of what I believe in
my heart was made to follow
by those who hate heads are hollow
hard enough for you to find a heart to swallow
can you break something that is already broken
can you speak a word that is already spoken
or can you lose your heart like planes smoking
and find a maneuver like you was choking?
If my ticker keeps up like this
I will be dead on the organ donors list
waiting for a good heart
I’ve found a few went a round or two
to kindly do what I need to do..
I’m just beat…
beat like the heart that never gave up
even thought the place
I love is the way to luck while you feel heartless and stuck..
Heart without emotions just pumping blood
those who don’t doubt not having a heart is like not having love
hard for you to survive in a up down ride
of too much heart and no pride
the best part of heart is the the word has art
but no art in breaking it down with Thou art a sound
unless those that don’t have one make others frown
or follow their hearts like clowns..
A clown.. listen to the sound of a heart beat
thump.. stop.. bump drop
touch your heart if you got one
and a double fuck those that ain’t got one
they aren’t awesome
because they stuck in one place as not to blossom
My heart is irregular so check your history
if you don’t know misery
than your heart is working just fine
those that claim no to have one are scum
sold it to the devil for an oil drum
My heart is not for sale but stabbed an impaled
inside of my chest..working ..without fail
with out all this bullshit that you people surround yourself with
You have no heart?
alright then that’s a start..
Hello everybody… How’s it going.. Today I’m a bit sick and tired and studying a little bit of some native art. I’m waiting for dia de los muertos to come up so I can honor a couple of people I lost that were close to me.. Lately I’ve been drawing and messing around really instead of reading and doing homework. I guess I’m just not feeling it as muxh as I want to this year. I really hate math and I’m trying to figure it out by doing the best I can but it seems hard. Hopefully I don’t get kicked out of class because then I would have to take it agian soon.
Either way I’m staying positive and I’m doing the best I can so that’s all that matters. As for music..well I’ve made some new beats but I havent had much time to really work on something. Hopefully this weekend or whatever. As for art? I’ve been drawing all kinds and slacking off..Oh well my head needs to stay in the game and write some stuff so peace out!
What up peoples.. This is Dj Dislexican. Been messing around looking for a job and fooling around in school got a math test in awhile and all that shit. I hardly ever miss class but the day before yesterday I’m glad I did because so punk decided to do a drive by at the community college (That is not very Gangster) either way if I would have been walking to class in that exact spot I would have been caught in the cross fire..
Either way I’m alive to live another day and draw pictures for a series I’m writing it is pretty cool so far and I got lot of my inspiration from my travels this summer.. I wrote a new poem I have tons on Facebook and I just thought I would drop it before I go to class
Twisted…By Guillermo Welsh
History is twisted like the screw inside your head
Twisted like in the name of god like unselling those who are dead
Twisted like a snake that I followed out of the tipi
Twisted like your textbook written so cheaply
We were once warriors, Shamans, Explorers and Medicine men
We still are.. but they twisted it.. once again
Twisted like the knife inside you moving around
Twisted like those who act white when they are really brown
Or those who are up when they are really down
Those who broke histories to never have them written down
Our Mothers knew each other, and brothers helped each other
even if they were from another..
Oral tradition made quick like drums and gourds jam to the beat
Listen!
Twisted like my people and your people got forgotten about moved around
and in this great land kicked the fuck out..
Twisted. twisting like the stories they tell you saying we were weak and just gave up
When we reached near extinction or just said ” I’ve had enough”
Twisted like brown and black and red could never build a civilization
larger and more advanced than 30 euro nations
Man to me theirs is so much twisted b.s its like
when you see stress or think of the west
you think of cowboys instead of the best..
Nations powered by love commerce and trade
Y’all got it twisted like the Marquis de Sade
Twisted like bullets that hit the first man running from
greedy plans of world takeover
twisted like they gave history a make over
Twisted…it truly is..
another lie to tell to your kids..
The brothers.. warriors
Yo! The Minus Plus One show has been moved to Fridays from 8-10pm We got our original spot back and it’s good to be back on such a dope day. Dj Hoss Hill and Me will be holding it down if you want to call 575 6465667 hit us up and check out the live stream at kruxradio.com The Open Room will also be that night @ the Corbett Center So check that out as well if you want to get down on some poetry and music or whatever people do nowadays
Comments (0)Open your eyes..
The answer is there staring back at you
The way was not easy but your here now..
You are beautiful…
You don’t see it?
It’s a shame to be stuck in the past.. with no leg to stand on
You can’t be sad forever
Samsara is not the way you want to go..
You are ashamed of the beauty of yourself
I pity you..
The sun beams in lights of glory
Yet, You stay in darkness
Alone.. Afraid.. Never willing to let it go..
Open yourself to love..
Let the good times roll
Roll with them..
You aren’t alone you are just in a box
I feel bad I can’t save you..
But I tried to help.. it’s up to you now
Jump up and hold your head high
Be proud of the person you have become
The Night is over
The day is here
Stop…
Breath…
Don’t fall victim to yourself
You will only end up where you began..
This isn’t it..
This isn’t the way you should live
Wake up..
Be good to yourself..
The answer will always be with you..
You can deny it
You can destroy it..
Whatever you see fit..
But it’s there wanting to help you..
Open the door to your new life..
Come back to those that cared
Stop trying to hide or act tough
For we all need help sometimes
You think you are made of stone?
Even stone crumbles by the winds of change
Let yourself go
Become what you want..
The sun rises for you
The moon is there to lay with you at night
This is what you need
Don’t let the small things become big things
It’s not over.. You have so much
But you have to see it to believe it
Awake!
Be mindful of your actions
for they are your thoughts..
Rise up!
Stop!
Step back and let the new dawn touch you…
I feel naked as if my body is exposed
Deformed.. unable to move the way I always have..
Alone.. for this is fate..
Blinded by nothingness..
Broken.. Stung by razors..
The cure in needles running low..
Night time brings fear into my dreams
At a loss for words.. nothing can make me
For I don’t think..
I just act upon the quietness of darkness
The shadows have inveloped me to where I can’t see
The Horizon is blank.. unable to mold my form
To the point where at heavens gate I can’t preform
The blood drips.. yet I haven’t been cut..
Inside is ruined.. for this is what
was told to the sands of the real.. the stones hitting my flesh
The water has turned brown and black
holding nothing back…nothing to show
Hope is fadiing as nothing is concrete
The truth hurts..so I stopped searching for it.
Words heal.. but my wounds lie upon and fresh.
The list grows as does my contempt
Feeling a loss..
A place lost in innocence
Tears have dried…
So has the blood..
And I am there to deal with two halves of
less of a person.. a demon less than that of a dog..
I have judged those that suck the blood of others
yet I lay helpless to stop them..
Alone…Hated.. Judged..just dead
Yet, I feel like I must continue..
in darkness the worse is yet to come
Death is laughing at me yet, I will have the last laugh..
I can’t let the winds change..
For I have changed..
You may see your sins..but no one else can
Mine are visible for all to see
Nothing..it’s what we have become..
Scared..Demented…Disolved.. Banished
like the pain.. you wish you could feel.
Let me share it with you..
A handle on life worth slipping through my grasp
I said too much to cover my tracks..along a path of broken glass and nails
Yet, the road is still there with the ghosts
Taunting me.. making me feel more like
you..Dead..Alone..Saddened by the way
you go..Hungry.. for the knowelgde that is less than filling
Naked..Left to view for the world to jugde
Have you no answer?
Have you no logic?
Where your path ends…
Mine lies vacant.. Crossed into the abyss
Follow me.. If you can..
Holding true the holes to a half eaten soul
Scarred by regret and disgust of what I have seen.
The end.. a figure with no life staring back at me…
Wanting to see my demise
in the Devil’s eyes.
