Internal Rhyme/ "The Channel"



Posted: Monday, December 31, 2007

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Good Evening, ladies and gentlemen

and welcome to the Lyrical Channel

24-7-365

coming to you live

with style and a smile all the while

spittin' prime time Internal Rhyme

pretty much all the time

just to redirect the disrespect and shame 
 
that we blame the rap and rhyme game for

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Spit it, slam it, rap it ‘til it's done

Spit it, slam it

without the guns,

guns, guns, guns, guns

lies, lies, lies lies,

theft,
dissin' chicks

gangs and clicks
 
things that bling
 
thugs and drugs... arghhh!

Now,

this is what we're fed each day

by those who find the need to say

words of chaos and pain

just to make themselves

fat fat fat fat fat so,

yo!

Check it, homes,

you be down with that... though 

so,

whata ya think, bro?

Ya think it's time...

for a little slam rhyme show

so we can know

how to rap

and close that gap

of chaos and pain

within our brains

to engrain and gain

a strain

of love within, hmmm?

Well,

here's the spin

so, take it in

it's all built in

right here within

cuz you're listening to the Lyrical Channel 24-7-365

comin' to you live with syle
 
and a smile, all the while 

spittin' primetime Internal Rhyme

pretty much all the time

just to resurrect with respect
 
I have for the rap and rhyme game!

Ladies and gentlemen,

those forgiven abusive memories
clears the drain on memory lane

and for those who strain to face that pain,

will find their minds in the present state

to elevate and substantiate their existence

without resistance to their past

yet

some...

cast that shadow of pain

from which they gained

by walking a path of wrath

and ignoring that process of thought

meant to be taught

meant to be taught

meant to be taught and brought

to the forefront of the conscious mind

to define and remind oneself of those we touch

and not so much as with our words as such

but with a sense of healing

without the wheeling, dealing

or compromising of simple feeling.

But here we stand

as we all walk hand in hand

with those men  
 that can...

subject and correct as they direct to effect

the process of those

who pose to close they're eyes to that love within 

all the while loosing that respect for one another again 

as that love from above upon the wing of the dove

cannot land

to reprimand

‘til the hand of the man

‘til the hand of the man

can comprehend and understand

his own

contraband! 

Uh-huh!

Let us pray...

To Big and Tu Pac, if you will,

to respect those words

words, words... words

that

KILL!

Father,

these men knew the rhyme before it's time

to leave their life before their prime, Amen

or you can talk to Will Smith or Dr. Dre, 

they in their time of knowing consequences of a simple rhyme

or Yo! You can speak with Jay Z,

he knows his bit

he's wiped his harsh thoughts of counterfeits

and I'm not speakin' 'bout

those bogus bejamins, my friends...

NO SIR!

I'm talkin' ‘bout that universal

ever-popular

unconscious...

yes sirrrrrrrr!

unmitigated and expanded spiritual IGNORANCE...

and guess what?
 
It's baaaack!

Again...

So, there ya go my rapper friends

read this
 
for it's time to reap

for it's not too deep

to understand God's simple demand

to expand your mind for all man-kind

and help remind the non-aligned

to find the colorblind within the mind

cuz

Mary had that little lamb

you 'member this one, don't cha?

influenced from head to toe

and everywhere that Mary went

and everywhere that Mary went

her lambs

her lambs

were conditioned

conditioned

to go!

YO!

Bothers and sisters come on...

we can make our rhyme for a simple dime

but know our slime rhyme will fall in time

for the paradigm
 
of rap today

will fall away...

as simple prey

somehow

someway

someday

without dismay...

and leaving air play...

to a pathway

of care!

So Be-Ware of what you share

as you declare

this nightmare

of despair

in your attempt to bare the flair

of a millionaire!

Well,

now we're done son

now ya know, bro

it's just us

to beat and to defeat

cuz this gangster rap conceit is obsolete

Hah!

break it down!

We be around,

We own this rhyme on solid ground

and in your dog pound

and in your dog pound

you be just a pup

so, hook-up blood

when you grow up,

cuz we be off,

fired off!

Our minds be firin' double time to double rhyme

but here's the crime

it won't slow down

it's double trouble

double trouble

double trouble, Barney Rubble.

We be magnifyin' rhyme just like Hubbell!

"Who's Hubble?"

The telescope?

"Oh!"

See it won't stop,

it just won't quit!

We be burnin' our own pants

just to make ourselves dance

just by magnifyin' IT!

Our brains be trained to rearrange thangs

without the strain

yet the chaos and pain remains

from runnin' thangs

over and over in the brain

burstin' blood vessels

just ta train the dang thang!

Cuz we-be-yo-mi-graine

a slang gang bang!

A high octane campaign

of slammin'  Rhyme 

all the time

just to resurrect the respect 
 
we have for the rap and rhyme game!

"Hey, what about those gangsta rapper guys that spit all that hard core rhyme
 
on their way to fame?"
 
And this is when we stand and say...

"Hey, don't point fingers at da playa... point 'em at da game!"

And as for your hard core rapper friends...
 
they cool...
 
cuz they gonna have to get on dat train

and get outta town cuz they brains are gonna be strained

they won't be able to maintain the pace of strain we brang

it's our domain to ascertain

this hydroplane of mental

slang exchange...

and you know who you are!

Did you get that?

Good, cuz we think it's Hammer time...

that's right

Cuz You Can't Touch This!

Cuz we're nova....

cane....

for ya...

brain

nova...

cane...

for ya...

brain... what?... ya wanna complain?

O.k. wait... let us explain...

we be outta range

you can't remain

it's a boomerang

you can't ordain

mental pain, crack cocaine, meth and mary jane

without a route

of mental clout

your brain's wrapped up in cellophane

it's our terrain

you're out!

And don't come back until you're house trained?

Oh...

and there is one more thing you need to know before we go...

That chaos and pain that reigns within our brains

the one we can't contain or rearrange???...

reflects

our fear

of LOVE!

And all those words withhout a single gun!

You can breath now...

cuz we be done! See ya!
Robin J. Brown has been published in the book anthology titled, ‘‘The Real Meaning of Life’’ and in the book anthology, "Names in a Jar" A Collection of Poetry by 100 Contemporary American Poets. His musical association,
“Secrets of the Mind" is a collection of his Internal Rhyming poetry put to music at www.umarain.com under Robin's New Music. Please provide 15 to 30 seconds for each piece on UMA RAIN to be downloaded after selection. Using earphones will help you appreciate the timing of the lyrics and rhythms of the music as one. Enjoy!

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