searching for my second childhood.

I feel like im looking at shit thru this lense. these grimey, filthy, worn fucking lenses.

things aren't what they used to be.

remember that feeling when halloween and christmas came around, and it FELT like there was something to be excited about.

now all i have is dead faith and pessimistic thoughts of everything i come into contact with.

i hate living thru past emotions. but being a kid coulda been something, were it not for the fucks in junior high who made life a living hell.

i'm working on revenge. the kind that has success at its knees, as well as your enimies.

i don't plot, i plant plans and nurse them, waiting for them to grow into something bigger.

i miss when things werent so complicated. although things were always kinda hectic.

just my mom and i, not much else. people came and went. entered our lives, only to leave forever. im glad most of them are gone.

ive always been man of the house because i was the only real "man" in the house...and that was at 6....

but i remember no bills, no girlfriends, not TOO much bullshit, i was almost completely oblivious to our struggles until i got a bit older.

then things just became mundane, unexciting, uneventful.

i havent seen the world. shiiiiiiiit! i havent seen my own country.

i continue to do the same routines, everyday. night in - night out.

i only get excited for a few things a fucking YEAR.

right now im in limbo between misery and torture. neither place has been fun.

i hope things change. i just hope i can be completely content one day.

taur-bkc

random verse

wisen up homie / need to lessen all this stress


gotta smoke a couple ounces just to get shit off my chest


more or less / im bored as fuck / uninspired and i'm stuck


at least thats how it feels when blowin' up is based on luck


hardly here / smoked myself damn near the atmosphere


fuck it now / ill smuggle clouds / let me reign above the rest!!!


look wow! / i make horizons form above my crowds!


obviously my skies above some limits / near infinite -


amount of time before my mind finds new stars to visit


im completely oblivious to you idiots / selfish pricks / and egotistical hypocrites


continue to ignore me / i was born an underdog


lets engage in dialogue/ bask in marajuana smog


a different song to sing along / light ya blunts and fill ya bongs


blend mills lane with marvin gaye homie "lets get it on"


vivid moments of failin' / the sweetest taste is prevailin'


sailin' along my paper / paintin' pictures / you trace 'em


that throne is lookin' vacant / these dragons were made for slayin'


watch ya crown which is at stake - like salem





i drop gems over heads / forget it their brains are dead


embed it by drainin' pens / dry markers and breakin' lead

WORLD OF THE FLOPPY'S ALBUM RELEASE PARTY!!!!

WHATS UP PEOPLES!!!!!!

SO HERE'S THE DEAL.

WE GOT A SHOW COMING UP ON MARCH 29TH, 2008 AND ITS A SATURDAY.

THIS SPECIAL OCCASION MAKES THE ALBUM RELEASE PARTY FOR COMPLEX

THE NAME OF THE ALBUM IS CALLED "WORLD OF THE FLOPPY'S"

THE LIST OF PEOPLE UP HERE ARE VERY DOPE AND I'D LOVE IT IF POEPLE CAME OUT AND DRANK WITH US AND MADE THIS SHIT FEEL LIKE A HIP HOP SHOW.

HERE ARE THE ARTISTS FOR YOUR LISTENING PLEASURE

http://www.myspace.com/sek2none

http://www.myspace.com/taursolo

http://www.myspace.com/boxguts

http://www.myspace.com/belikos

http://www.myspace.com/castorgrozny

http://www.myspace.com/cplex

TO GET THERE.......

1087 BROADWAY, BROOKLYN, NEW YORK 11221.
Take the J or Z line to Kosciusko St. or to Myrtle Ave. and walk a few blocks.

Call them at 718-453-6343 if you're lost!! they'll help you!

these heads aint ready for the shit we got.........

im running blanks.

my mind is running at a thousand miles per hour and i cant catch one thought.

ive been sorta down lately with all the bullshit around us.

everything is open for everyones taking and no one sees opportunity crackin' that door open.

once i finish this album, i plan on putting a marketing blitz that will be completely original and dope and FUN.

i'd love to share my ideas but i'll keep 'em fresh at the moment.

but cats gotta be realistic. this music industry just isnt the same. everything we learned in the 20th century has to be re-written.

people dont wanna go to shows anymore without knowing its worth it. people dont buy CD's anymore. people dont wanna carry the same posters/stickers/merch as EVERY other fucking artist.

plus these cats think of the business as straight negative. like EVERYTHING ELSE IN LIFE, there are pros and cons to everything. if you HAVE to do the business on your own, find ways to make it enjoyable so that way its somewhat fulfilling. we all hate the business side of things but they dont have to be completely ignored.

ive got plans for you guys......just good NEW original shit.

im hoping ill get a hang of this marketing game.

we'll see. hopfully i wont disappoint ya'll.

taur-bkc

the butler did it.

ain't this world on some crazy shit???

5 slayed, 3 raped, / yet they makin' the same mistakes
its okay, it'll go away / just keep our minds enslaved
it's thinkin' shit is sweet thats leavin' this bitter taste
someone QUICK! get britney and lindsey the front page
we're to blame for the nonsense / the ignorant closed mindsets
the same dim-wits callin' suburbs with bomb threats
i'm lookin' at what i see/ speakin' on what i know
but no college degree means these thoughts aint feasible
i'm just lookin' to live / just lookin' to breathe
and experience the kind of life that i could only dream
it seems / we swim up stream / fightin' against the odds
but these little knuckle heads avoid workin' too hard
hide behind mom and pop / so fuck ya workin' jobs

i know im drownin' /sinkin' deeper in the abyss
my anger's been a weapon ive mastered by throwin' fits
everything that surrounds me / the world cluttered around me
these fuckers judge my cover but haven't read shit about me

how am i supposed to believe in the american dream
when ive watched the cross become the very symbol of greed?
dumb and naive / it started off with adam and eve
fuck religion / only feel like im being tricked and decieved
no offense to all believers/ im only using my freedoms
look to cut the snakes in the grass but i cant see them

blah blah blah blah blah blah blah rat
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah tat.

taur-bkc

and when the clock strikes midnight......we'll ALL be dead.

WHAT THE FUCKS UP PEOPLES!?!?!?

So this is gonna be where i runaway from the pretentious shit i'm constantly surrounded by. There's been this lingering feeling that things aren't as real as they seem. There are times when i feel this shield come over me, this weird fucking feeling, that im not real. none of this is.

Things seem dream-like, that same feeling of deja vu while on codine.

everything slows down. everything material fades out.

i swear, i just stare at my hands for the longest stretches of time wondering, where the fuck are we????

...... and my perspective of things changed. and that change is slowly taking over.

i used to give a fuck what people said, felt, thought. needed.

now?

now, i can freely say fuck 'em. fuck 'em all. fuck her. fuck him. fuck you. fuck them.

im tired of these egominiacal sons of bitches judging people like this is some american idol shit.

fuck these dead end crews, these poser followers who've got nothing to do but be scum bags and dickheads because THATS their PERSONA.....

their FUCKING PERSONA!.....i find it amazing how we teach our kids to look up to the LEAST real mothafuckaz on this planet.

look around you. look at your surroundings. your hood. your life......

if you can tell what comes after this, then i'd say fuck it, waste all the time in the world then....

we've got one live to live. one chance to enjoy this. one chance to leave behind something bigger than you, me or anything out there. leave YOUR footprint.

ignore religion. ignore conformity. ignore restraints.

our time is now.

go live.

taurean-bkc