A Christmas Story

Twas right before Christmas and all through the land, the DJs were spinning, but they kept on playing.  The real fans were poised by their speakers on chairs, hoping real music would soon hit their ears.  Suddenly a sound, they jumped with a fright, aww  it's just Lil Wayne, whose song did he bite?  Or maybe it's Gucci, a real stand up guy, can't write a lyric, but my how he tries.Oh wait there's a Flocka, go put out the flame,  it's all on the backside,  Ms Minaj is to blame, wanted a la la, instead got a gaga, cry to your mama, our music she's shamed.  The fans were still praying, hoping for Christmas this thing had to change.  Just then they heard it, the message was plain, it came in a whisper, but clear just the same.  " To get some real music, must call out real names" it was saying.Now who can we compare to what they've got out there,  dispute this if you dare,  these names below were shared;Now Common, now Lauryn, now Tupac Shukar, go Jay z, Joe Budden, CAMILMUSIC  and more, it's T.I. ,  Kanye West, Eminem,  and Dead Prez,  Get Ghiche,  Young Jet and Mos Def in your head.  Then the fans knew just what to do,  told all the DJ's who to play too,  What You Want For Christmas? Good music you fool!


MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!  8^)

Stage One Mixtape release

CAMIL-WHAT YOU WANT FOR CHRISTMAS 1

CAMILMUSIC.NET- THANKSGIVIN

D.I.V.E.

THE PROBLEM IS NOT GETTING IT, BUT REALLY WANTING IT ENOUGH TO GET IT!  DO YOU REALLY WANT WHAT YOU SAY OR ARE YOU ALWAYS KIDDING? THE TRUTH IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, IT HAS NOT BEEN HIDDEN, READ ON YOU MAY GAIN SOME THING SOME OF US CALL WISDOM. D.I.V.E. IS THE KEY TO UNLOCK YOUR MENTAL PRISON.

 

 

THE FIRST STEP TO GETTING WHATEVER YOU WANT HAS GOT TO BE DESIRE. YOU MUST WANT IT JUST AS BAD AS YOU WANT YOUR LIFE NOT TO EXPIRE! IT ONLY TAKES 3 SOLID DAYS OF INTENSE CONCENTRATION, TO BUILD THE LEVEL OF DESIRE NEEDED, TO KICK OFF MANIFESTATION .

 

 

ONCE YOUR DESIRE IS REALLY STRONG, IT TAKES STRONGER IMAGINATION TO BRING YOUR DREAM TO REALITY, YOUR STORY YOU BE MAKING. FROM BEGINNING TO END IT'S YOUR SHOW, IMAGINE IT SO, FROM HEAD TO TOE, EACH DETAIL MUST BE SPECIFIC THOUGH . 

 

 

VISUALIZATION IS THE FINAL PIECE TO THE PYRAMID OF CREATION.  TO BUILD MATTER OUT OF MIND TAKES INTENSIVE CONCENTRATION.  IF YOU REALLY DESIRE WHAT YOU IMAGINE TO BE IT, YOU HAVE TO TRULY SEE IT!

 

 

THE CATALYST THAT'S MISSING, IS ENERGY EMISSION, THE SPARK OF REAL EXISTENCE , BRINGS LIFE TO OUR DECISIONS. NOW IS THE TIME TO PUT TO USE ALL THE EMOTIONS YOU HAVE PERFECTED. GO BACK IN YOUR LIFE A FIND A PLACE WHEN FEELINGS WERE CONNECTED. 

 

 

THINK ABOUT SOMETHING YOU ALREADY OWN. HOW YOU WOULD FEEL IF IT'S SUDDENLY GONE?  IF SOMEONE TOOK IT FROM YOU, WHAT WOULD YOU DO ? IS THERE A SENSE IT BELONGS TO YOU? THIS IS THE MEANING OF DON'T JUST WANT IT, IF YOURS IT IS, YOU MUST OWN IT.

 

D.I.V.E. DON'T YOU SEE? DIVE RIGHT INTO CREATIVITY.  IT'S ALREADY DONE IF YOU WANT IT TO BE,  GO ON OPEN THE DOOR, YOU NOW HAVE THE KEY.  DESIRE, IMAGINE, AND MOST OF ALL SEE,  ADD TRUE EMOTION AND SOON IT WILL BE.

I

There are at least three personalities in every man, get to know them if you
can, next time you say you can, but don't, one wants to do it, the
others won't. Each one so different, none the same, your momma named
one, the rest seek fame. Once you know this, no need to change, just
...crown one the sarge, let them be in charge, give them free range.

 

I just got to tell you about my me's, a little girl scared, begging please, a sophisticate, the boss lady, and the bitch who'll bring you to your knees. Three unique ladies with there own needs, where are they from? I planted the seeds. See they are nothing but personalities, they fade away as time goes by, the one in control is the one that is I.

 

I sits within and observes without, I knows what every thing is about. I is so wise and as a general leads, I has control of all of my me's. The neat thing about this is that you have me's too, and the I that's in me is the SAME I in you! I=1, then we make two, the power of three I, me and you! That's just cool!

 

WANNA BE

YOU ARE a tricky MF and YOU can't be trusted, they call YOU weezy, add a ” L”  YOU ARE busted. I know yoUR nickname ain't cause how YOU breath, asthmatic  OR not YOU ain't no G, shouting please believe I'm the best indeed, so what I'm bi sexual, my rhymes r contextual. Wear a tear drop from the enemy, a baby with no virginity, went into me,... now I call him daddy. Nigga please, YOU don't know what to be, if money corrupts YOU down right nasty!

Built yo fame from a key of cocaine, topped the rap game, then changed. became a business man, a few good investments it's insane, snatched a body knowles for yo main thang, growing hopps from a single grain like the kennedys making enemy's , protecting yoself with secret sayings....my how you have changed.

Did you c, big bird with a chain, naw that's Gucci, he raps about food, sour choochie, Orange juice, yellow lemons, flock one goose please, any fool can fool some, YOU can't fool me.

You life is a rap song lyric, shhhhhhh can't you hear it, your response is on delay, wondering what Weezy would say. You want to be famous like Drake, can't even see he's a fake, trying to use Trey songz lyrics, a shame, the neighbors don't know your name!

THEY GOT THE RECORD DEAL & YOU WONDER WHY? THEY CAN'T COME UP WITH A LINE IF THEY TRY, TELL YOU BOUT ALL THE SHIT THEY DO, BUT IT DON'T APPLY TO YOU. YOU AIN'T NO PIMP, NO HUSTLER OR SUCH, IN FACT LOOK AROUND, YOU AIN'T ABOUT MUCH. TAKE A VACATION, BETTER YET, GET AN EDUCATION!

HOW CAN YOU BE A LINGUISTIC GENIUS WHEN YOU CAN'T COMPREHEND SIMPLISTIC MEANINGS? USE CONCEIT & A DICTIONARY, YOU CAN EXPAND YOUR VOCABULARY. INSTEAD OF "LIKE" SPORES, USE COMPLEX METAPHORS.

I all hear is you repeat, take others rhymes & steal their beats, can't you do something unique, like speak yo own mind, just might find, the attention that you seek.

YOU just a Wannabe and a Fraud, stop TRYIN' to rap when YOU ain't been called, YOU want accolades? YOU want applause? ..Do something YOU'r good at and give YOU ARE all. There's real talent out there behind the wall, of wannabes and frauds.....stand tall!

For the Love of Money.

One thing that's really funny, is how people chase after money, when evidence is mounting, it's all in the accounting, controlled by a few men so cunning. The thing for so hard do you labor, is really just numbers on paper.

 

Imagine a world without credit. What ever you have, you earned it to get it. Maybe you wouldn't be a victim, work till you die, a slave to the system. No more to the Morgans indebted, you'd keep the profit they've netted.

 

The Ford foundation, the Rockefeller fund, the Rhodes scholarship, appear to give back some. Like giving a treat when you know you've done wrong. Get to know those men who give and how and IF they want you to live.

 

 When you hear the name Rockefeller, you immediately think Richs, bet you didn't know this about the son of a-bytches, thru standard oil and Chase, they carry a lot of weight, just one of a few who participate, if you want to illuminate, and believe Jay Z don't rate.

 

Just who is Cecil Rhodes? if you don't know, he robbed Africa of diamonds, some gold. Then, as the story is told, he never married, money his goal, even Hitler, was a fan in his fold. He left all his money towards world dominancy, the CFR just one agency. Knowledge about Mr C is all in the history of Zimbabwe, for free.

 

Through the CFR and the Trilateral Commission, the Bilderberg group, make all of the decisions and you thought sin was dead when Chirst had risen.  Understand their position,  In the world there is limited wealth, once you have it best keep it with stealth, too many people, fuck with their health, the goal to keep it all to yourself. 

Educate the population, every man in every nation, should know about these organizations.  Make it your mission, not to vote or promote their members or agendas, smart decision.  

 

Demand a reform of the financial laws, that keep us in their draws. Repelling agreement of just one thing,  the Federal Reserve Act of 1913, would eliminate the suffering, and social order would sing to a new theme, not the state's, but the people's dream.

Black Mistory in Rhythmic Prose: Life is...

Black Mistory in Rhythmic Prose: Life is...: "I get tired of hearing from others that life is this and that, just what they hear from their mothers, and haven't experienced yet. Know ..."

Good Man

When a man is considered "good", funny how differently this is understood, we'd be or have one , if we could. To a man he is "good" if he works everyday and takes care of his responsibilities, has nothing to do with how he reacts, emotionally, but it's not the same for a woman, you see "good" means it all, including... personality.

 

Thank goodness we are no longer subjected to, arranged marriages, we get to choose. Unfortunately, often we, make our choices irresponsibly, and lose. Get stuck on what we see, loves not enough, it's attraction we need, even if it hurts financially.

 

 Ironically, if your mind is on the money, where it needs to be, you're a gold digging Bitch, how funny. Expectedly, you're supposed to follow your heart where ever it leads, give it a year or three, and you're still taking care of your honey, love the bills don't pay they say, you'll wish you took the one with the money!

 

Tallness, physical prowness, broad chest, trim waist, handsome face, is the first taste, even if sex is all you bring to the plate, gotta have pretty babies, good taste.if you have less than that, it's a long race, now if you are deep and intelligent you might keep pace, if you have deep pockets [and] sex great, to t...he rest I must state, if you're ugly and broke, [or] short on your stroke, you'll have no mate!

 

 Why is a "good" man often a lame man, follows the crowd, easy to tame and, takes no stand? Works faithfully, always gives, never takes you see, but has no personality, everyone's man but He, blows with the breeze. When off pops the drama, he runs to his momma. A woman wants security, a soldier in the face of the enemy, not a momma's baby!

 

Ain't that it, take years to build a family, but who with? What you pick is what you get, in 5 years, will he be complacent, running the streets and whore chasing, bragging bout the money "you're" making, in ten will he blend in or be dream chasing, where is he at on the kid raising, 20 years in, it's time to come ...in, head is bald, get it up and it falls, says thanks baby for waiting.

 

 Let me tell u about "Skinman", by all accounts he was a "good" man. Worked jobs, 2 or 3 to raise his family, and he ruled the roost with an iron hand. If he you were with, best learn to submit, or you'd soon find out he was not playin'. When he came home at night, things better be right or be sure the shit would hit t...he fan and all those in sight got whoopin' that bite, even the one he was wifin'. Such a "good" man.

 

A woman will take on huge weight, to be in the married state, sometimes for years they will wait, till he eats all his oats off the plate. Then when he's no longer hot, she smiles and says " look what I got", from this point of view, it's not a lot!

 

 Good men, where did you go wrong? you do everything right, she still says you're wrong. Not enough to provide a good home, keeps fussing at you, hard to get along. Wake up one day and she's gone, goods not enough to keep love going, how much affection are you showing, what kind of seeds are you sowing, or you stagnant or still growing? Best be knowing!

 

Okay good men where yall at? Looked n the restaurants, all were too fat, Clubs? don't want none of that, & you church boys have a lame mindset. Moving too fast out on the jet set, hanging in the studio? no bet! Don't want to get hustled, don't like that, can I really trust if in the courthouse we met. What bout on the internet? The pic looks good, but for real, who's that? Not giving up yet, just tell me, where yall at?

 

Ladies, let me say this, a good man is nothing to play with, if you're a good woman, you'll stay his, he'll be good to you and your kids, just don't bitch, expect no kiss, but also no diss, it something you won't miss, not on the list. You want romance or a good man? close your eyes, make a wish.

 

 

Life is...

I get tired of hearing from others that life is this and that, just what they hear from their mothers, and haven't experienced yet. Know what to expect from lovers, don't take every lie for fact, depend on yourself, not on others, and life will stay intact.

 

 No one can tell you what life is about, only about themselves can they spout, experience life in your own way, anything else is simply hearsay. Be forever grateful, for every success and mistake tho, experience and time, you will make pro, becoming the person we all know.

 

As you live you learn to discern right form wrong, don't take long, you get burned and turn, don't belong, be concerned till courts adjourned, sing your song, on earth sojourned.

 

 Live your life right or get left with poor health. Find success with insight not stealth to gain your wealth. Let your light shine bright, do not else, try with all your might, be yourself.

 

 Don't believe the lie, there is plenty of time, till you decide to die, and you can do it, not just try, illuminate with no t i, it's real not sci-fi, a mutiny, run, it's Captain Bligh, no worries, they sell, you still fly high.

 

 That's right it's a lucid prison, life and death an conscious decision, what goes down, has one day risen, duals not two, it really is one, Christ and Satan, both are his son.

 

Symone

Mind so sharp, dreads so long, it's my girl, I call Symone, she's so strong!  A real go getter, a self starter, but be careful man, she's still my daughter, don't know how or when you caught her,  treat her right, you know you oughta. Can you handle a women in blossom,  many have tried, her character stopped them,  an open mind, a body that drops them,  that's my Symone, she keep things poppin'.

Symone thinks so free,  whatever she wants to be, even Lakshimi,  the Goddess of prosperity,  cannot flee, you see,  Symone  has the energy to let it be.  Never enslaved by religion she used her own mind and made a decision,  I'm glad she never knew that prison,  her star has risen,  it's her mission, you'll find only love, no hate in her kitchen.

Let me school you though, Symone is a virgo, and as you may know,  they like to know how things go, not into control,  can't handle lies,  will run to your selfish cry's, as time goes by, don't pretend, Symone will be faithful, a friend to the end, if you let her in. Her temperaments mild, not wild, so don't crowd, and I'm proud to shout it loud,  Symone is never alone, she's my child!

Practice what you eat!

From Scorpio to Saggitarian, man should be vegetarian, no dominance but egalitarian, you say you're humanitarian, dead flesh inside you're carrying, won't make utilitarian.

Who decided which animals we would eat and which would be slaves or pets? How can a man go to prison for fighting dogs, but get rich from running them to death, or protect animals near extinction, but mass produce cows & chickens just to kill? WTF IS WRONG WITH US????? Who decided this is the way we would live?

You are what you eat, it's no fun becoming meat, when the body is under the axe, internal chemicals react, and attack, in the flesh is where it sats, when you eat meat you're getting that. Energy born of abuse becomes your boost juice, and shows in what you do too.

I'm not trying to advocate, changing beliefs, too late, Just trying to state, the truth about what you ate, and how it's not innate, to be beastlies and eat flesh of our own species, not men, yet still animal, at some level makes us cannibals, especially when we don't have to, vegetables will do.

You must admit . the weather, it's, been a bit out of wits. Extremely hot when hot is not the expected lot, and while in the sun you swelt, glaciers melt, islands gone where life once dwelt, and hurricane's, so often now, getting low on names. Earthquakes that shake, a nation still waits, not quite the same. Not separate incidents, each cause is so evident, it's climate change.

Okay I know what you're saying, how does eating meat affect climate change? strange, but it's not car's ship's or planes, that make the most methane, gases from livestock mange and grunge from the range, which coincidentally changed, trees into pasture became, no protection from heavy rain , black carbon covered the plain, for the sake of 250 burgers per acre, earth shaker, hear what I'm saying?

Now just supposing, an explosion caused soil erosion, where's the wild life to go then, as their whole world is stolen. To the man they're beholden, there they go run into extinction, don't need no gun, take the land and they will starve son. Just for your sake, is your 2 inch steak done?

When you heard about oil spills you knew it was wrong, but didn't you know about the dead zones, where pollution is wide spread, the fish are all dead, because of waste from the cows, and the grass they're fed. Not to minimize the use of pesticides and chemicals to fertilize, stop trying to justify, it's just as wrong!

Put yourself in my place, I'm a cow about to become a steak, I contemplate as I stand in the gate and wait for my fate, why me does God hate? Why was I born to be ate? It's okay, I'll get my revenge another way, every muscle throbs with hate, by the time I'm dead it's too late, think of that when I'm on your plate!

Funny how we interpret things, how herbs will be your meat, turned to eating muscle strings. How hunting nuts and berry's became a load to carry, now saved for ice cream toppings and juice, while meat is mass produced, how obtuse, line up, there's the hoop, convinced grains are substitutes, lost from the truth.

One more thought if you please, animals cause human disease, filth in the factories are all, the reasons for mass recalls. Mad cows, cloned sheep, and pigs that have flu, examples of want can happen to you, through your food. Now you need immunizations, stick out your arm, now you're a patient, live viruses taking, autism making, see what you're facing.

White Girl

White girl, cause my eyes ain't blue,
don't mean I can't read you. 
I know just what you're trying to do, 
can't say I blame you.
You know that black contains all life, 
an ailment of no melanin has made you white, it's alright.
The way is open to end your plight,  
stay thick and you just might,
find a brother to lay tonight.

Thin lips, pink skin, small feet, 
I couldn't begin to compete.
Fat calfs, high voice, straight hair, 
I don't want to compare. 
You're the model of beauty, so we are told,
come again, I'm not sold. 
Could it be you're not playing fair,
Perhaps the media puts you there, 
about your  looks, no less could I care,
There is a difference, so stare!
My skin is dark, yours is fair.

 

Girl Types

Girls, sit down, I know your plight,

you come in all flavors from black to bright.

But just how white do you have to be to be right?

 Take care, of your natural hair, don’t despair,

It’s not the artificial things you wear, that keeps him there.

I know your type,  choosing wrong, never right, it’s alright,

Keep sleeping with men and one just might…..keep you,

But be schooled, it’s true, you’re the fool, nothing new….

Got one baby daddy, why not two, 

When you go to court, for child support, be sure,

You’ll get more,  if the choice is one, not three or four.

Play the cards in the hand you’re dealt, to get love,

but to give love, you must love yourself.

A Love Poem

A love poem from the heart is what I want to share,

I’ll tell the world I love you, as if the world would care.

I’ll hold your hand in public, I’ll ignore the crooked stares,

And anytime you need me, You’ll find that I’m right there.

Without you I can’t do it, It’s more than I can bear,

Leaving is no option,  so try don’t even dare.

I’m incomplete without you, just half of one whole pair,

My love is like a rainbow, it’s with you everywhere.

There’s a problem in our community

There’s a problem in our community,

from it we have no immunity,

 our values have drifted astray, 

We seek money first then we pray.  

If we ain’t stealing his, we’re borrowing hers,

our stores are owned by foreigners.  

Call the coroner,  love is dead.

 It shriveled and died, like the hair on our heads .

 Bull shit is cheap, not like gold,

Young ignorance disrespects the wise and the old. 

So it goes, don’t you see,

There’s a problem in our community. 

Like Candy

I seek a sweet treat, flavor no matter, just sugar meat, don't need a platter, cool mint, the scent, ahh the chocolate, I love to have it, is it normal? I crave caramel.  Don't mean no harm yall, hard to stand it,  need it handy,  never planned it,  just love candy.  It's the truth, for kids tricks will do,  I need more for my sweet tooth.  much more crafty, long like taffy, that makes me happy, the beach? too sandy, just sandhi, me and my candy. , The cane and the lollipop, get props, can lick forever, non stop,  bubble gum, gimme some,  gummy bear,  where? Oh I smell candy in the air,  it's bliss,  I like it.

The God Within

Here's a lesson n chemistry, everything is energy. Atoms are empty & deep with in there's a miracle substance called Melanin. It's there to protect us, in & out, it's what transforming energy is all about. It comes in two colors, red and dark brown, Caucasians have little, pound for pound. This is the reason, don't you see, towards dark skin there has been jealousy. Know thy self, it's no sin, be proud you have MELANIN!

Okay one more lesson, but it isn't final. Melanin starts n a gland called the "Pineal", It's found n your brain, deep inside, In White folks it's mostly calcified. In spiritual circles, u know it is said, the Pineal gland glows, like a sun in your head. It turns on your power, I mean the real shit, and takes you to heaven, I'm talking real bliss. Know thy self, it's no sin, be proud u have MELANIN!

Okay, you didn't hear me, go back where u started, recognize TRUTH, it's knowledge imparted! It's not religion, this is pure science, I'm starting a movement. "THE REAL TRUTH ALLIANCE". You know nothing at all, until you understand, the power you have in your PINEAL GLAND! Be smart, don't be stupid, stop playing the fool. There's a reason you didn't learn about this in school.

I'm flowing real shit that makes you go "Wow!", and the best part of all, it's coming freestyle. That's when you know the shit must be real, too bad that the truth has little appeal, to those in the matrix, caught up in a lie, who don't even know what they have deep inside. No charge, I give freely, I ask for no pay, ...take it or leave it, it's TRUTH, either way.

This is some info without a doubt, everyone's heard something about. Pollution and chem trails are what we've been told, are causing the heat as it warms up the globe. As we see warmer nights and hotter days, the biggest fear is the UV rays. If they get through the ozone they can burn the skin, of those who can't produce Melanin. So then... Black skin is no sin. In the end who wins? Melanin men!

Turn on your God, act like Zeus. Find you a white partner and reproduce! It's a truth, we all have to face, no melanin will be the end of their race. It's not too late, integrate, spread the Melanin trait. It's the pearl, that can save the world from the fate, the white man states, awaits..when, deep within we r one, ...so if you have melanin...give them some!

Okay, I know you think I've flipped! Promoting interracial relationships. No mystery, A tip, you see, I love the world more than I love me, or you, or they. Don't like the way they paved the way with hate and lies, that's why, I give a shit..just the opposite, of what they spit! Ain't that it...no black, white, pink r gray..Biracial is the way....

Some will listen, I'll get hate from some men. Can't help myself..the rhymes keep coming. Wake up the wise, wise up the dumb men. What then, in the end, it's not about color, brother, the other, who enslaved your great grands mother, did sin, when, he separated men by their skin, but better men, blend in.
Try it this way, if u need a sermon, the black man's like Christ, the white man's the vermin. Like alpha, black started, like omega, black ends. When he wakes up the Pineal, Jesus ascends, and so begins, Armageddon. The devils reign ends, 6000 years of pure sin...AMEN!

It's your choice so make a decision, hate the message not the messenger pigeon. If you feel like you're trapped, living in prison, a reprieve has been granted, Christ has risen! The truth is out, it's within not without, so shout......no need to worry, suffer or pout, and don't take my word find out........
THE GOD WITHIN..STARTS WITH MELANIN!

Why Does the Caged Bird Sing?

She's strong, but hated, not protected, disrespected. She endures much shit, as her legs they get split, like wings. Want to know why the caged bird sings? Ask a Black Queen....

Love supreme is the theme of this rhyme, over time, as the foundation crumbled, she stumbled on a strength, but she's humble, dawned an apron, cooked bacon, cleaned his floor, what for? In the end she's still poor.....
Endurance and patience, she saved a nation, did things that she shouldn't, held jobs when he couldn't, raised hell when they wouldn't, no fool, sent her children to school, followed the rules, compelled to keep her sons out of jail, fighting' gansters and drugs, with love and hugs, paying in blood....

She was free, no enemies, they wanted he, not she, no jealousy, the message , send it, be independent, and strong, like a man hold your own, but that was wrong.....She lost her way, but saved her home, alone, now he's gone, seeking whiter bones.....

The stories not over, turn the page, there she sits, within a cage, she built for her self, because , you see, she knows the danger of flying too free. Sure she could leave, that would be wrong, so she sits and sings a lost birds song. Until self love is retrieved, and hair is not weaved, and spending cash on fake nails and lash, is in the past, and men see more than a thick ass....

When she is reedeemed, so prestine is the day, you could say fly away, but she'll still stay, this is home, her throne, it's safe here, it seems, for a Black Queen....