Lakutis - Too Ill For The Law

Video is highly enjoyable. Watch it and agree.

Cee-Lo is underrated as a lyricist. That's all.

In no fashion have I lost my passion for the pen
It's just that lately life has been a lot less inspirin
To tell you the truth trials and tribulations is very tirin
I gotta play a little game of gimmick and gunfirin
I'm not aspirin to be any lower or higher than,
I get equal as in eye to eye again
I'm the truth, I'm complicated I'm all ready but try again
I've got to die once to never ever die again
And what I believe within I engrave within my skin
And one thang that I ain't is a saint without a sin
How could there be a now if there never was a then?
That is unbalanced just like the yang without the yen
I am distinguishably deeper as opposed to the paper-thin
And I breathe oxygen, and you rhymin bout rocks again
You stagnant, standing still enough to feel the world spin
I'm beginning to smell the end in the path of the blowing wind
Hopefully I'm fortunate enough to spend forever with a friend
I'm slow dancing with destiny every day until then
When I first got my big break I said that I would never bend
And discredit my character to keep up or contend
And my belief beat baseline secrete such a special blend
I am not like them at all and I cannot pretend
I am not like you at all and I cannot pretend.


[Verse Two: Cee-Lo]
I get off on an extension or compare comprehension
I'm in a classroom of my own, I'm too far gone for competition
Yet I'm never obnoxious with my obvious ambition
Perfectly imperfect is my dimension's definition
I engage my pen pierces the page so that it bleeds my intention
With honorable mention of God's divine intervention
I'm incredible I'm inevitable and there's no possible prevention
I'll hardly (have to) scream my dream and I'll have your undivided attention
The powers that be will be beaten into submission
And you will be able to see my revolution on television
You'll get an aneurysm fuckin around with my head on collision
With the power to get you dead and half the dead risen
I remember when my development was arrested
I was doin time on my mind misguided and misdirected
I was sick, so sick if I spoke to you you'd be infected
Then my conscience was cleared of all charges and I came out corrected
Reinvented, refined, replenished and well rested
On a mission for a medium to manifest the thoughts I collected
After that everything I breathed upon, I blessed it
I committed crimes of passion and my soul was suspected
But it was thrown out of court because of course the Creator and I connected
He told me, "fear not for thou art protected. Your life is being requested
And you are being tested, so make every attempt you can to expect the unexpected.

[Verse Three: Cee-Lo]
I am internally evolving entirely
Extensive eclectic expression eloquently
Instantly innovative, Courageously creative
I'm driven, this God given gift it comes naturally to the native
Not a need for the dramatics or the systematic
Simplicities, strictly science and mathematics
The mastermind of the mighty mystical and magical moves
And metaphors manifests masterpieces
Thoroughly fury through the inner mind's eye establishes this syn-thesis
Of these innermost, insightful, intriguing interpretations of extreme 

intelligence
My common sense is no co-incidence
Caution: competitors approach carefully
I'm able to see
Rare ranges of distance, I expect respect
There's no tolerance for negligence, never
You'll forever
Feel the wrath of the pure and powerful poetry, permanently
Pre-meditative, political, critical, compellin, story-tellin
Defining desire, faith fuelin the fire
Brilliance, ?? philosophical, psychological willingly waging warfare,
Withstandin, commandin, demandin the listening ears to hear what God's forcin
Instead endorsin education. Equality, not hate
Just revolution of the mind state
Note mere words but emotions
Which is essential, influential provin my people's potential
Militancy, innocence, insight, listen to God then write
Since my birth date I been tight!
Shit

[Hook]

Now I don't want never hear nobody else say
goddamn a nigga from the South can't rhyme
NEVER!

Are You Still Writing?

Shut the fuck up with that question. I'll never stop writing. Not until the day I die. And even then I'll be writing in my dreams while I'm chillin' up in Heaven with Edgar Allan Poe and shit like dat der. So maybe I've been slacking off considerably lately. Yes, that's true as all hell. But... shut the fuck up either way. I have a wife and two young boys at home. They get all of my time when I'm not at work and that's the way it should be. At least that's the way I feel at this point. I feel like if it doesn't involve my family I want no part of it. I'm blessed. Very lucky to have what I have in this life. If you approached me with two free nights in a luxury resort all expenses paid to Las Vegas to hang with my best friends I'd shoot down the notion quicker than you could lose a thousand bucks on a blackjack hand if you had a gambling problem. I just wanna chill with the fam.

So the next time you think about asking me if I'm still writing... press the off button on your life first.

-- Words

Do You Guys Fantasize About Grown Men Wearing Tights?

It's okay, you're simply part of the enormous demographic of men that play fantasy football every year. I used to love football season, but now it's a little less exciting and that bums me out. Most of the reason for this is because anyone that plays fantasy football becomes obsessed with it and seems to be all they're capable of talking about for the next 17 weeks or so. They say if you can't beat 'em join 'em, but I don't think I'll ever be able to make the switch and become something that I loathe. I refuse to be the "I knew I should've started Turner instead of Peterson" guy. No matter what there's always something they should've done better to make their team score more points but at the last minute they made a costly error in judgement. And everyone thinks they know something about football all of the sudden. Even if they just moved to America six months ago and can't tell you what a safety is (the position or the play).

In closing, I'm proud to be part of the 1%. I'll keep my head held high while the rest of you dicks occupy the shit out of the work computer and incessantly talk about how funny your fantasy team's name is gonna be when you change it for the upcoming Sunday.

-- Gangster of Love

Pizzo - On My Way

Classic. Enough said.

-- Hobo

Life Is...

Many things. Life, love, stress and set backs. Push on. Don't stop. Never quit. Everyone quits. You don't. You get what you get because you deserve it. You earn it. Work for it. It's not free. Nobody will give it to you. Take it. If you deserve it, take it. Don't steal. Be upfront about it. It's yours. It's mine. For my kids. For my wife. I want it. I'll have it. Bottom line. No need for explanation. Let's toast to what we need and what we want. Let's cheers for all our kids and our family and all the beautiful things and blessings life's given us. Here here. Raise your glasses.


-- Christopher Lane 

Silence Is Underrated

By now we've all heard the saying, "Less is more" about seventeen-thousand times. So why can't more people apply this wonderful adage in their everyday life when it comes to speaking and having conversations. I don't need to hear about your issues. I don't care that you haven't been feeling well. The fact that you have allergies doesn't concern me in the least. We all have issues in our lives. I have a wife and two young boys at home and a full time job that can at times be pretty hectic and stressful and most of all, tiring. But you don't see me running around looking for sympathy from anyone, and you never will. That's what therapists are for. Or understanding wives I suppose. But I mean, life is tough. It's hard work. Being good at your job on a day to day basis takes a lot of discipline. It takes mental toughness, and depending on your job it can take a lot of physical toughness as well. Being a husband is no different. Being a parent is even tougher. Well, let me rephrase that: Being a good parent is tougher. Anyone can be a father. Anyone can be a mother. Being a good parent is a whole different ballgame though.

But I digress. Suffice it to say I'm not a fan of small talk either. I'll let you know right now I don't give a damn about the weather. I don't give a shit if it hails tomorrow. {It'd be pretty cool to get hail in San Diego in the middle of July though, I have to be honest.} But I have no control over the climate whatsoever, so if all you have to talk to me about is how surprisingly overcast it is tomorrow please do us both a favor and don't even open your mouth. Silence is underrated. Exercise your right to shut the fuck up.

-- Christopher 'Sea of Tranquility' Johnson