1. |
Never Too Late
03:50
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Verse 1
I woke up to the sunlit side, of another room
One equipped to hide, from the darker side I viewed
The middle lane attitude, the creative mind, both upon which ride
The gamble, I couldn’t tell so I lay my cards, where my name is spelled
The focus oughta be on where the game is held
But these pioneers kill each other off, as they play for pelts
Hook
And I look in your eyes for a new shift to shape
I know or at least I feel I have a bit to wait
Rather be grown fish than one quick to bait
Stay in wait, B-lake, know the fate, it’s never too late
Verse 2
I am the long calm before the storm
Just one more divergence from the norm
The last breath to the warning blown out the horn
I am the first in righteous demands for more
I am justice I know my time will come
I am heard in one note, universally sung
I am the flower stem set into the gun
I am the moment in time in which you lost or won
And begun again, know there is no difference
Between your defeat and simply giving in
The only real defeat is where your persistence ends
So start anew, you’ll find your entrenched with friends
Sleep back to back as sewer drains fill
When we’re all out of love, who remains to kill?
The same soul stained so ill, our hearts pay the bill
I seek peace, hope, truth and love through the way of the will
Hook
And I look in your eyes for a new shift to shape
I know or at least I feel I have a bit to wait
Rather be grown fish than one quick to bait
Stay in wait, B-lake, know the fate, it’s never too late
Verse 3
So living this, manifestation of the limitless
I still suffer with my significance
the curtain’s blinking is this your vision it’s
simple, God is a woman, and my Mom she is a witch
Way do I go from here, I solemnly ask
Talk with my peers, make more of it than a college class
I live in a war zone, our privilege to acknowledge it last
Too uncommon to pass, I know they will come down on our ass
Comet to cast, the next great shadow of the last great twinkling
You can feel the battle, but it’s a peripheral inkling
We’ve been conditioned in the shallows, so the puddles reflect our thinking
You can fear or ready the gallows, I will be continuing my tinkering
The sense seems and swings loitering to lingering
In my imagination, a new reality imaging
I’m waiting on the match spark the ignition is
Inviting criticisms and visits
But Still <echo> No one’s listening
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2. |
Traintaker
02:39
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Listening to the cadence of speech of old men on the train
Yeah, I guess I’m the creative type
wanna be caressing the message into your essence as we lay tonight
Let’s look back in wonder at what we made of life
Similar oratory diatribe to find intertwining thighs, one of the finer guys
with an under ten dollar bottle of wine
and an eye for what I find, it’s glow, it’s shine
did I mention it’s time?
So we giddy up and climb
While the dinner up and fries
been led in a million other times
to a billion other sides
but never back to where singular resides
Grimm Gully Gruff Billy the story line it rides
Been on this train a billion other times
Hyperbole of course, mouth seems it bit the tongue a lot more
As we thought money was figurative, we pitted on the change
literally went in to get it out my brain
So I guess since then, the vision isn’t the same
I’ve been blistered out on the range
Sent to set free and rid my dogs of mange
Like a donkey trying to get us on that carrot game
I say, dare it’s strange, even gives us a lot of angst
My existence is enrollment in the care to train
In the vein that the revolution out it bangs
Sure, we did a lot of things
Aren’t pistols for tucking under wings?
Think of some keeping arms in jars
That kill us all without alarm
Same people built a lot of prison bars
Keeping citizens apart
Gotta get ‘em out the dark
We still play it winner like a mark
Too stuck in our busy lives to gather for dinner by the park
Raising the barn, with Raisin Bran charm
Watching a brother in arms, going back into the war
You can find me, dressed in fatigue army
Raising barns, not just about raising a barn
Sacrifice I admit I did a lot for art
Did it til the inspiration hit me hard
I want my contribution to be large, my resonance to be larger.
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3. |
Write Right
03:48
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Verse 1
Can you say you’re right for it?
What you dream at night dog?
You live a cream for life, huh?
What you think gave you the right, hoss?
Travel through a light fog, beyond the bite saw
infections off kilter, jig in the straw
and a chicken in every pot, if you like it or not
You sure you want to push those boundaries?
Can you really describe the sights sounding?
Colluding and conniving, brutalized and despised then
crucially divided, in my noodle vibrance confounding
lounging in the get grasp, habitat, munching grass
when they bric-a-brac divide, scatter back guide’s past
is today a night mare, and you sugar coat it ask
is it one more turn for the worse, or a more productive path?
And the life and lust entrapped
with a fluxing math, has me saying “Fuck if I’m not doing that”.
Unscrewing caps of lucid cats til truth’s in grasp, but some bruised in path
Hook
It’s that life you live,
you hafta watch your bid
to put it out, you gotta take it in
batton the hatches, button your lip
this ship is nothing but set to sink, write, right.
Verse 2
You shoveling sensory input by the spoonful, well is ya?
Still keep the barriers up to protect the purity, well is ya?
You see past their judgement, you hear that it’s the buzzings of nothing and insecurities
You down to give those chances?
Break those hearts, live through those glasses?
Cross those moats, toss elope, forgot my coat
Now I’m lost from home, on an awkward road
But I snear, “It makes an awesome poem”
Chart the doings, the goings on, of life, the business of
Today, everyday, rush ahead scholar of the self knowing
Still gonna be in need of hand help holding
It’s always in the order, land jet, phone rings
Groaning, I’ve grown some things, emboldening the cold hinge
To squeak, to write, to empower the people to speak
the flock of sheep and to own his each
If there is utopia to build then there’s an equal to keep
Hook
It’s that life you live,
you hafta watch your bid
to put it out, you gotta take it in
batton the hatches, button your lip
this ship is nothing but set to sink, write, right.
Verse 3
Wash my hands like a pilot
I’m only here to give you your will, try it
Life seems wait, emerge, try, apply, sit
wait, reject, reject, reject and finally fit
So what philosophy and style you on?
Mine’s post apocolypitc meets Walden Pond
Head to head, better dead, feather bed, meant to be slept on
So when you wake, I’m ahead of my time, preaching at the next dawn
Could you be less far gone? So far, so good
So grandiose, so hood, so speak to me your subtle lies
it let’s me rep the meek in lines, our speech is in time
but I’m not the only one on the showboat who is up to no good
This is why I know you could not, do it even if you think you should
rot the spots, plot escape, a great poet most men do not make
Scotts great, locked frame, spock change, from a lot of pain now your
time’s clocked on the range
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4. |
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Ran tongue down my list of things to do today
Wishing my whole life was hunt and make jewelry
From the bone I just picked the meat off
Look at your iPhone, look at me shocked
jeez scoff, cheese sauce, lean soft, knees knock
been gone, feel off, heed not, speed knots
speech locked, keep glocks, fear God, cheap shot
snear lost, me sawed, three logs, tree dog
Peace out, feed mouth, three clouds, speed down
creeped out, and couldn’t care less how you ride it
deprived is, the type of tummy my eye is
so still it’s bigger fam, my little hand fit inside it
The world collide quick, chew so we divided
Hide it away with each piece of liberty fam
Best to go and get it than wait for the delivery man
I don’t think making you worse off betters my stance
So if I see someone running for it, I’ma lend ‘em my chance
Get ‘em to dance, a reticent cast
I’m better at crafting a meddlesome laugh
Did we dead in the half, met in the lab
saddled with a cramp in the calf, style imagining that
Like what came first, eh, I bet it’ll pass
I chuckle along to the cosmic laugh
Looking at myself through other eyes, wow, I’m tall
Fucking up the meat market, Judas cow, Cattle call
Wishing I could get some closure, that is all
determined but not pre, like G ump Bubba
We flow, from an evil, I call ego, umm robust
Whisper in my ear, inflate it, then scream to come closer
I’ll be fighting for my people’s hunger when luck’s over
Fucked over, sucks sober, life does, misnomer light buzz
Doing what you think is right, does not make it right Dog
Walkers and the talkers can both grow stoney in the dawn
When the feeling to settle down comes on
So do the come ons , Got me in the same tones
saying to your face “Aw, come on!”
(horn break)
Let’s walk this mile, strife is all we got
We will put this, stress, into the pipe again.
(end)
Doing what you think is right, is not always good for you
Check door two, floor it through, land of no porridge soup
lumping, spitting chew, kicking like a bumpkin do
Shit rustle a pursuit, living life in fear of the goose step boot
Sacrifice my acceptance for a noose set view
I was never fourteen smoking sherm
Someone else’s story, someone else’s turn
Surrounded by the world, man made I wanna watch it burn
The monster in me yearns, while the God within me learns
Grew up in cars with N.W.A. playing
We still think “fuck the police”, just have more developed ways to say it
Is it that they’re racists? Populace complacent?
Ready for the phase shift, fake it, like you play it, til you make it,
RRIIIIIIGHT!?!
Lost in the city I was born in, just steps from where my porch ends
Now a bay rolls out, a scene I’d learn all about
She’s digging a hole, to let go of a soul
Everyday I thank my Mom for that abortion
So I could slide into this world, and not have to survive off just a portion
Fork it, birds or paths ‘til its done
This is a hundred years of victims killed in floods
some are shunned and we fear the resulting sums
and wonder can we lift up the sun?
Gave you away, wish it were sooner
Manuever groupers, consumer troopers
cupid loosed ya, for my lucid P.U.M.A.
Whose gotta cage, cougar, like you gotta take, humor
rage, spray face, ‘til we lay waste, type to take mate and
VAY-----CATE!!!!
Chest puffed, chess pawns, as you face fate,
The only snare you’ve been in’s a trap
The only trap you’ve been in’s an act
Ease the fuck back, stinking like weed in a rucksack
Used to record on the thing inside a Teddy Ruxbin
Now I use it to put up fliers in that place you buy your bus pass in
Sadly I feel I’m looking back on a rushed past
But it’s either double down or double back
There is no other way to touch the path
So I’m aiming where the hubble at, humbled jack, doing his best not to
rub it bad.
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5. |
I Feel So Great
02:32
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6. |
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Time really ain’t money
All I do everyday is
Mama’s little muskrat
Tell me where the bus at
cross tracks
candy cigarette jet packed rugrat
moon beam baby, five y-oh
Why I’m known, rolling beedies, and
getting baseball cards from 5-0
climb holes, sedate me
fly low, and graciously
because I don’t know what patience means
If I fake free, where does it take me?
make it, maybe incarceration, maybe
balance struck in wide eyes of justice lady
All I do every day is
Formal courtship will get you nowhere
Only suitable suitor can eat a full hare
Raw, one sitting, hide and all, with gull as fare
just a few symptoms of my lasting despair
pica, rifling dirt and surroundings for roughage (Feel fair?)
You can’t buy yourself time
No matter how hard you try, you can still give a shit
about or to, yourself from grime to slime
Freckles, hollering out, echo, to the geckos
Your uniqueness coffin won’t do you any good
Your dead hands can’t be clasping Henny Wood
Blind politician en utero debating
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7. |
Maven
03:00
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Verse 1
I flooded your cities, I loosened the locks behind the gates
you snuck in all viewed it
We were the image of transparency, a wish to beat back a nightmare reality
By being something different we forfeited the carefully measured set of rules
Still we got game, still life made choices, we’d known in school, Cool with that?
I still speak a sentence that no one understands, street jargon, in front of the old guard and
eloquent speech in front of the gang bang, we won’t ever be tamed.
Hook
So I say child, stay, stay wild
I’ll play a maven on the wing tips of Ravens x2
So I say Mom you’ve known me all along
Trying to be an expert, find me in that next bird x2
Verse 2
When did we stop being of a genuine value to our elders
Was it when they were digging fox holes, to fight against helpless, people just like them?
Or was it in that moment’s enticement
For a nation’s own self agrandizement
I saw the way your grandpa’s eyes bent
and tears choke back over hands I lent
Why vent, why complain, why struggle in vain
Because you, because me, we’re the same
I built this fortress to be so plain
brick by brick and day by day
We are both our shared reasons for being
And our look to the outer for a clearer meaning
We are also our deepest fears seething
We’re hands clasped behind back in greeting
Hook
So I say child, stay, stay wild
I’ll play a maven on the wing tips of Ravens x2
So I say Mom you’ve known me all along
Trying to be an expert, find me in that next bird x2
Verse 3
Forefeiture, of a tortured soul
I gave you up, so long ago
Suffer sometimes and have a ways to grow
But I no longer willingly relinquish control
Sit in the hole, or struggle on out of it
My personal revolution my mouth shouts it
Can only be an example, doubt love if
It hurts more than it heals, make no vows to quit
A crow in shroud sits, to watch over us all
Is an incredibly tall order to call
So why would, why would, you choose that at all
When the shoulder of strength will tumble and fall
Learn to crawl, learn to stumble walk on
Forget the socializations you rest upon
This might find me standing next to dawn
but it resonates for you as I’m long, gone.
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8. |
WithdrA.W.O.L.
02:42
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9. |
300 Miles
04:09
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Verse 1
Topsy Turvy, point of life, got there early,
I thought it worthy, probably won’t be locked til thirty
Remember no top sheet, knock knees,
And your being still got me surely
My mind’s a pimp in the business of tricks
Reclines and sits because the sales is pitched
Hold twine in fists, grown tired still I exist
Kick through the piss and shit, tell my story like I’m the snitch
Hook
And I lay to fall asleep another lonely night
I know it’s mostly in my mind
Keep the featured partition in sight
I know the truth will show in time
So we sleep together holding so tight
Because we peel through the rhinds
Known in rhymes, I hold my lines as I die
The wind blows so cold in chimes
Verse 2
I’ve been the man pushing miles
Never had big responsibilities, no home no child
Just filling my goblets with tears crocodile
Heated drunk and seeking that cool kitchen tile
Aisles walked down so I could make you meals
I give freely so you’re left to take can’t steal
I love to share, I share to love, we’re scared to feel
So we make pacts, we pack bowls, carry conceal
That rubber cement holds us to come apart
meant, I stay, do my art, you go do your part
We walked and took a talk by lake park
It’s a few more stitches for me, but you’re really going to break my Mom’s heart
Tough call Blake, she said to my stalled fate
I remember her mutter something about Gallway
She dipped, left a note on the fridge, salutation read “love always”
What a trip, I guess I’ll most miss, the sound of her steps, coming down hallways
Hook
And I lay to fall asleep another lonely night
I know it’s mostly in my mind
Keep the featured partition in sight
I know the truth will show in time
So we sleep together holding so tight
Because we peel through the rhinds
Known in rhymes, I hold my lines as I die
The wind blows so cold in chimes
Verse 3
I hear there’s a smoke stack looming in the distance
We hold hands tight, planning to cruise until we’ve missed it
Maybe let ourselves build something new out of the rivets
Give our bodies to science, nice for the applied love
Knew you cared about me and then paired up
Still this highway will not spared us
Guess we aren’t that scared, huh?
Guess we might not care, huh?
Maybe too much as our eyes well up
Try to understand each other still seldom
Do we get the Ouija board bouncing without the devil love
Horns poke to horny, mad never got your voice treble up
Choice level grub, with a moist beveled mug, chose death separate
At a distance I didn’t care to mention, knowing it’s better then
Not the comparative, but the time passage, growing immune to arsenic (princess bride)
Hook
And I lay to fall asleep another lonely night
I know it’s mostly in my mind
Keep the featured partition in sight
I know the truth will show in time
So we sleep together holding so tight
Because we peel through the rhinds
Known in rhymes, I hold my lines as I die
The wind blows so cold in chimes
Verse 4
Hey look, there’s your eyes boring through me
Speak like, we’re from different foreign movies
Stay hooked, off the chore list like you do me
We light, the way in our adventure for the viewing
This is my eulogy to the kid I could have been
Eat myself from the inside like only a cannibal can
gaunt face, dark eyes, I’ve always been mad lean
Logic over instinct, I try to beat back the animal plans
Travelling Man, using Defense Mechanisms agaisnt the 300 miles
Calvary can’t, show me much I haven’t seen in the hunter’s smile
Adaptation, I’m all three in one, so I face my own Columbo guile
I fumble through my logic for traces of you
Like the changing nature of a case when it’s viewed
I’m that film director long plot making you choose
Do you watch the train slowly wreck or courageously move?
Hook
And I lay to fall asleep another lonely night
I know it’s mostly in my mind
Keep the featured partition in sight
I know the truth will show in time
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10. |
Call You Home
06:29
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It goes... Catalina, Arcata, Florence, Amsterdam, Rome
Mumbai, Dehli, Guatemala, London hole, I call you home
La Crosse, Morris, Minneap, SF, Madison St. Louis
Bus, train, plane, cargo van go!
(Hook)
You should lay with me
(I gotta go)
You won’t ever find me
(I dig that hole)
Bat cave entrance flying
(You gotta know)
The path and the timing
(Lost long ago) x2
(Verse)
Sandbags, the same weight as statues
hang flags, a game I will surpass you
slash through, lattitude, my mind masters that
flack in pack only on my back for naps
Mice still on that track you
Were old before souls, closing no doors
So the aged enter new bodies, fill new holes
trying to wake dormant spirits, water so cold
travel to find an example, live as shown
(Hook)
You should lay with me
(I gotta go)
You won’t ever find me
(I dig that hole)
Bat cave entrance flying
(You gotta know)
The path and the timing
(Lost long ago) x2
(Verse)
And I’ve always felt that grip
since cinge liquid to existence
as if I ever believed in it
But still the ring finger burning something mischievous
mission, slip a disc in, for the discussion mixture
In this scene I’m such a fixture
rolling in your face til this instant dispersed
to relay to a time prior to scripture, mind will eclipse ya
not sure my allegiance, where I fall in 15 yet
Sip lean, get wet, not in this set yet
Still Mom’s alert on some fret fret
stress head, trial vets, but Mom, this isn’t that
Mind shiek palace, which I feed calloused
just to keep balance, color seek pallete
with a desire to seem famished, turn to a green planet
love to those that been at it, some of my movements seem frantic
G-dammit, I took this plane, let’s see if I can land it
What was I handed? how did I handle?
A bunch of chances, kept ‘em lit like a candle
One two advances, Arson to vandal
Hopeless romantic, flames I fan those
Scoping the loathing panic, on the double zero channel
(Hook)
You should lay with me
(I gotta go)
You won’t ever find me
(I dig that hole)
Bat cave entrance flying
(You gotta know)
The path and the timing
(Lost long ago) x2
(Verse)
Sound is blaring in the mind
found a canary in the mine (dead)
can’t see it’s fairly intertwined
just flush ‘em down with wine (meds)
At it this whole time, right foot left
Never guaranteed where these shoes step
Got a new lesson on how our own view mess
Got no patience for those that “don’t do stress”
I build a nest, that’s best, where I am
If I need to rest, I can sleep, where I stand
Trying to spread my soul across a fettered land
Distributed, history shows I’m a better man
You should lay with me
(I gotta go)
You won’t ever find me
(I dig that hole)
Bat cave entrance flying
(You gotta know)
The path and the timing
(Lost long ago) x2
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Hyphon Columbus, Ohio
Hyphon is more Henry David Thoreau than Gucci Mane. More likely to aspire to fill the shoes of Eugene V. Debs than Warren Buffet. Using music to deliver an urgent cry for people to wake to the life that is possible for us all. Hyphon’s music thus takes on a uniqueness not found in both mainstream and independent hip hop. Genuine emotion and passionate delivery make him impossible to ignore. ... more
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