RICH BREEZY

Im like the hiphop atomic reactor the country rapper tractor portopotty crapper actor on the set with the camera motion picture capture. That bipolar total solar. Dentist molar. Im a fuggin rock n roller central park stroller spliff holder smoker. Might overcharge your street cred credit card. And flip the hustle 401K Billionaire Boulevard. 

Master Manifester the Low Carb High Fat Reader’s Digester Jester Impresser of Lecture.Too quick, dodged the taser, go to Vegas double or nothing wager. She’s barely legal better act your ager, I can switch styles amaze her and raise her. Jackpot. The Tube Top. Mic drop. Writer turn pager. You aint heard of me but im a life saver. Geek Squad pointer laser. Audio Fader hater, she works hard for the money so I paid her in favor of the flavor of the girl next door my neighbor shes a purple hazer vapor the rattling Saber savior.

Real eyes. Realize. Real lies. So Americanized. They hide behind lies. Its all psychoanalyzed seeing third eye blind. The truth is persecuted. Perseus versus Medusa executed. Computer curse of booted. Its all a trance through the looking glass you can hear me say “My a**” Its all mentirosa at a glance. Ever since yoga pants. And Lance Bass. Its been like a hooter dance of mind****ing plants. Lunatics on the grass. Jesus please come silence the rants with a holy mass.

I got more Salt than the ocean. Magic Hat No.9 Love Potion. Sober motion higher power devotion joking. Fire stoking. Tosh.0 son. I was real young and arrogant. Real lucky divorced parents. How is there men in a beauty pageant? Their chromosome gamete gambit. I always had a big mouth. Why did Hip-Hop die? Blame the south. Yankee pride New York slouch. Waiting for the train pop a nicotine pouch. Boxing Kangaroos down under Aus. Auf titen love your blouse. 

You really crushed my spirit. Hurt my self-esteem. But now I’m in this rap battle picking up steam. Jer 1 – The Lean. 10-years prescribed Thiothixene. EPS attack if I don’t get my benztropine. I’m really sorry. I just don’t like getting bullied. The winter is coming. Breezy Frio Flurries. You think I’m crazy talking to the juries. Its like my testosterone higher than Nick Fury’s. 90 words per minute on Qwerty’s. Ain’t no telling the answers to the queries. I’m made of money. But I ain’t Rich. Lived my entire life without a b**** sidekick. They never test me with a shot not a lick. I’m smashing bricks with the Brits in Brix. Rap is easy call it a sinch of washing dishes by the sink.

Emcee frio. They call me iceberg. Been a showman of dicey wise words. They gonna know me as the Writesword. Everybody crazy but I’m psych ward. They just don’t want me. But Im rich breezy. I be like for sheezy my neezy all the whiteboys they wanna be me. But Ive been a freestyler for almost 21 years G.

I tik I tok. I be like the grandfather clock. You stay looking for that forefather glock. I be Patriot Arrow launching from the dock. Ice cold mc Frio Vulcan they truly think I’m an Op. bish you a trapper Im the embodiment of hiphop. Now please instrumentals stop. Its like the exact same beat pray to God the music stop. You disrespect me I’ll shrill you with a Bop. Call me stitches cuz I got a lot. You think I’m P***** but I’m not. I done learned more but I never forgot. Like 9/11 watched the buildings drop. I spit more rhymes than your favorite rapper thot. A lot.

Another selfie against self-destruction. These creeps they push my buttons. They wanna be starting something. They betrayed me. Left me with nothing. Alpha-male I serve one function. Espresso myself like I be Dunkin. Street balling. Then I’m classy at the luncheon. You Won’t be snuffing this Earth muffin. Because I’m smashing pumpkins. And these suicide girls wanna be cutting. But they stay thirsty for my West coast loving. I’m the mad hatter of just not giving a f***ing. This train is bound for glory since the edibles from Grand Junction. Hail Hail the Holy Sultan. Death grip Vulcan. I stay stunting. Donald Trumping. Ashes to Ashes Dust to Dusting.

I really don’t like rapping anymore. I’m trying to leave this type of poetry behind me. Sometimes its cathartic to be creative but I’m definitely not the best rapper. I don’t think anyone is really; there’s lots of factors and preferences. I’m superstitious but not religious. Seems like all these trappers do is evil wickedness. I guess that’s why I was all alone on Christmas. I’m apolitical so I don’t need the litmus. It takes intelligence to understand my witness. Ya’ll act like there ain’t no such thing as Caucasian mystics. I can switch the scheme and re-ignite the dream, Wu Tang Cream, baking soda pyrex and Mr. Purple promethazine. I be extra keen, my skills unseen, I could s*** on the entire industry like a Bernie Sanders dank meme. Killer Queen. P. Diddy behind the scenes teen. Once again I’ll serve you a slider, RIP my Muslim brother Hyder, they call me Top Gun. Maverick Versus Viper. I’m retired, really fucking tired of all these Hip-Hop high pitched whiner sadistic biters, you piece of s*** I’m a million times flyer, my style is an untouchable cypher, marijuana higher jiver, buzzed driver, radioactive Spider, ancient wisdom smart a** wiser, you stay jabbing vaccines from Pfizer, when I’m the fresh rhyme supplier, call me Breezy, the dance-floor glider. I’m so much more one of a kinder. You’re a masochistic myre. In the closet you’re a hider. Can’t even change a spare tire but you think you’re MacGyver narcissistic liar, you’re a sellout for a fiver. You’re a demonic prior. You think you’re B**** But you’re corny acting Whiter. The devilish rapper that used to be fire. Your music stinks, you’re preaching to the choire. Smoke D***. Here’s the fucking lighter. You aint a hockey player, Im so off hip-hop rather listen to Slayer. If you step to me your life’s in danger, im psychic so things are stranger. I could coach the Rangers. Game winning play arranger. Im the nicest. Youre a traitor. You gamble constantly like Drake the faker. But Im the fastest skater. Keep doing roids and playing with your pointer laser. You dont know me. So dont try to dragon entertainer. Because I’ll be reggie miller shooting pacer. Im a nasty hockey player old time like the Acer. What you gonna say now fool? I’ll paint the perfect picture. You copy me like a tracer.

Self-seeking superficiality, totalitary, scary, familiarity w/ rap moments of clarity. You think my bars are weak but you’re the b**** of beastiality with your ****sexual suicidal alchemy. You worship E***** because he steals all my rhymes practically. You can’t understand my poetry if you’ve never had a hip-hop gangster mentality. I’ve resigned from the musically ugly illuminati industry. I’m pushing 40 but I’m like Lamborghini lightning streak terribly terrifying see me when I netcee a freestyle pattern of stanza apathy. 

Might make you sit through an awful apology. Where I babble on like a liberal eulogy. Dead on the pavement leaving behind an entire family. Express Yourself with this M3 at the price of the entrance fee. Why am I bleeding? Because Z***** disrespected me. My pen is dirty. My pimp game flirty. Still never got laid since before the age of 30. My heart is a wasteland of beta males that was qwerty. Because they all want the money but never listened to a rapper that was wordy. 

They think men ain’t the dominant sex, the absurdity. They all murdered me. And I went down as the greatest rapper of obscurity. The scrutiny I faced because I refused to back down like Rudy G. They all wanted a piece of my phallus as I chased the golden chalice. All these rappers can s*** on the manly Musk. They keep saying they not like us. But I’m gonna continue to cuss. And be the only white rapper standing on Mt. Caucus Trust!

Primitive minds and superficial smiles, all I do is walk for miles & miles. Nobody on this Earth is on my level they off the beam. I never pay attention to the television screen. I dgaf about modern movies, modern rap, or celebrities. I just stay focused on the rare bare necessities. I’m a walking personality bold, courageous, and un-improvised. I could care less if my hip-hop dreams ever materialize, I despise the culture buncha savage heathens, I pray to Jesus, and I can’t explain how he be defeating my demons. Micro-dosed psilocybin felt the meta spiritual vibing. Sick and tired of the media and their lies they be denying. Ya’ll wilding. Murderous ignorant selfish two-timing. They be data mining and federal filing. But A.I. could never rap like me ya’ll just carbon based and I’m a flawless diamond. 

Heart of steel, west coast feel, but all my friends are dead on the real. So I’m showing no sympathy, its the new era of Trump tyranny, look in the mirror “G”, you not half the rapper you used to be. You envy me. Because I lived the life you could never see. I fly like a butterfly sting like a bumble bee. And I’m always militant readily, I know you’re afraid of me, your music ain’t impressively proof of nothing except the fact you’re not sick you’re just sick in the mentally. Obsessed with evil and immaturity. Sado masochist and you missed making this history, riding on the fumes of your old style lyrically. 

You’re a piece of s*** to me. Respectfully I will never respect you and your rhyme mimicry. Your voice is killing me. Shrill as feminimity. You wanted a nemesis so face this reality. I was just a wannabe. But I no longer smoke the collie weed. I’m still swag surfing in my wallabies. You’re nothing to me obviously. Because it’s obvious you’re a Satanic lunacy. You can’t speak my fluency, the real you is a truancy, you move mad foolishly, ask yourself why all my diehard fans booing me? Your music sucks and this ain’t new news to me. Stop using me. Cruelly… I’ll be with Frankie Lee at the Jubilee. Searching For Jerry Garcia and the Death of Slim Shady LP!

Let me tell you something about those skills!!!

Check the rhyme, don’t do the crime, if you can’t do the time. Them monkeys gonna crawl up your behind. Shower duty cleaning other inmates’ slime. Country rappers are the new John Prine. Rich Breezy is retired without ever getting signed. 

Mic check, driving Uber maneuver around the sewer, I’m the legal city slicker hustle money mover. My voice is the vibe emotional wound soother. Lyrical empirical mathematical rb^2 rooter. You’re a liberal looter. Playing tutor with all the student’s tooter. Broken record transgender man prosthetic skin fluter. I can tell legendary stories of my street cred like I was Slick Rick the Ruler. 

Trap music is just terrible. You never wrote a rhyme in your life and your hand-writing is illegible. My style is magic mushroom edible. Repeat myself like I got open mic freestyles on my schedule. The entire industry is fake and ruled by the devil too. I used to be homeless sleeping inside the vestibule. But then I bounced back smoking dab pens in my BMW.

I spit fire I should be mc Fuego. And I’ll see you later so I say “Adios amigo hasta luego”. But they call me mc Frio because I’m cooler than Alaskan archipelago. Choke you out like I learned from Chris Jericho. Everyone in the ghetto thinks I’m the next Serpico. But I be raising eyebrows all the way in Quantico. You gotta be educated to feel me in case you didn’t know. And I’m old school hip-hop you should be saying “What’s the Dillio?”

GREATEST RAPPER TO NEVER DO SHIT

“There’s a lot of gangster shit that you don’t know about. And I don’t really talk about. So I already know if you think you already know about.”

Hi, my name is Richard. I’m an alcoholic. I’m here in Rehab pumping the rap hydraulic. Spitting rhymes to fiends, straight edge, bipolar apostolic. I want to set an example for the youth. Stay out of prison so they don’t b**** your boof. DMX, where my dogs at? Roof Roof. Got my inspiration from Slim Shady; rest in peace Big Proof. This is Living Proof. Wrote this in less than 10-minutes. I’m the Infinite truth. The truth is… I need a Female. Not a She-male. No disrespect to any cock-tail. Stay sober do not drive off the guard-rail. This is holy grail not just a fairy-tale. I’m sending this to all of you Full Sail. Switch the stanza. I’m just smoking Stan; zah. Esperanza. Cual quiere que tu quieres, Boriken boriqua. Dat piff Jamaica. Zoolander in Malaysia. Chevy Blazer. My lord and Savior. In the manger. Switch it up. Do the 12-steps, Bill Wilson. No Rum. Rumplestilsken. You see me blinking while I’m schvitzing. And schiz-ing. NFL Blitzing. This is just poetic 1st Amendment written. I stay well hidden. Here in the prison, of sobriety. For notoriety. Please hire me. In the hierarchy of integrity. God grant me serenity. To accept what I can’t change like my inherency. This is chivalry. King Richard the 3rd. I’m the epitome lyrically as if you can’t Good Riddance me. One day at a time I’m waiting patiently. Like all good patients be. Cue the symphony. And respect the infamy. Of a real emcee. Aka Rich Breezy, G.

Yero, its the one and only Rich Breezy here! I’m posting to my official Hip-Hop homepage to announce that I am officially retired from Hip-Hop. It comes with humble defeat that I no longer wish to participate in long-standing hip-hop dream. It all started in 12/06. I was suffering from a toxic-psychosis induced by withdrawal from psychiatric medication and usage of psilocybin. I was hearing subliminal hallucinations while listening to “Eminem presents: The Re-Up”. At the time I was a victim of munchausen by proxy abuse and misdiagnosis. I had heard about Eminem’s childhood where he was also a self-proclaimed victim of munchausen by proxy. I had fractured my spine playing hockey, failed out of my pre-medical undergraduate program, broken-hearted from a nasty break-up, and was arrested for the first time. I was suffering from manic-depression. At the time almost 20-years old, it seemed like a great idea to try to catch the attention of Eminem while he was in retirement and pursue my dreams of being a musician. I was never musically talented growing up despite studying music appreciation in college; and only had a juvenile experience with percussion drumming. I really wanted to learn how to make my own hip-hop demos on my laptop with mixing software and my own microphone. I spent most of my time trying to write rhymes and make my own homemade DIY demos. I ended up becoming extremely paranoid and suffering a manic episode; afraid for my life by my own self-imposed fear. It was almost as if I wanted to “will” my dreams into reality but was so mentally ill that my friends new I needed to get help. I spent 90+ days in a very notorious in-patient mental asylum involuntarily after being 5150’d. After being released on high dosages of psych-meds I continued to try to pursue hip-hop feeling as if I was constantly inspired and my creativity was infinite desperate to catch the attention of established rappers to see if anyone would sense my potential despite having no real knowledge of the music industry. I continued to struggle psychologically over-medicated and trying to re-invent my identity as a rapper.

Fast forward to my late twenties, I had already become amusing to most of my friends for my Eminem superfan status, my public/house-party rapping performances, and my suspicion that somehow famous rappers were aware of who I am but they weren’t impressed with my flow. I would try my best to purchase studio times and would often scramble to complete a demo within an hour or two, all I could afford. I always felt that my real career would start when I was signed to a label recording contract, surrounded by professionals, and able to fully create masterpieces instead of low quality impromtu rushed recordings. As I got older my dreams seemed impossible. But I continued to always write and write constantly. I wanted the dream to materialize but I didn’t have the tools, experience, knowledge, or talent. The only thing that kept improving was my writing but my flow was something people would often describe as late and off-beat. The sound of hip-hop was starting to change dramatically from the early 00’s rap that I was used to. I watched over the years as hip-hop slowly died and was replaced by trap. And the music itself became less important and it seemed more like a criminal enterprise as more rappers continued to be murdered just as they had finally achieved their dreams of success. I felt overlooked, used for other rappers inspiration, and even felt like a victim of creativity theft from many different angles.

Then the Pandemic took place. My community was united in hope and I had made a connection with a local engineer. So I decided to use my relief money to record an album. I had an endless amount of poetry saved up. And I made a friend that did something no producer ever was willing to do. He agreed to supply the instrumental productions himself and he didn’t ask for any money in return. He just wanted the exposure and the experience. So I promised him 50/50 profits if it ever was successful. He was a great producer and he wasn’t a bad rapper himself but he didn’t have any interest as a rap duo when I pitched our group name “The Profits” to him. I recorded 30-minutes of acapella rhymes in one 3-hour session and one wrap up hour session following. I became good friends with the engineer and later down the line our humble studio location was transformed into the headquarters of a homegrown rap label and state of the art studio. So almost a year after “Idle Rival” EP was engineered by my producer, my producer gave me three more instrumentals that became the only 3-songs I recorded at the new hometown studio. It only generated $10 in 3-years. I had very few streams and no fans whatsoever. And I had even pissed off the local independent rap label, my producer friend too. Only my studio engineer continued to work with me despite his frustration with my timing and delivery of rhymes.

Almost 4-years after my debut EP and the unsuccessful 3-singles and I had never been so not in love with hip-hop. I absolutely hated Trap music. There was no emphasis on lyricism and originality. Every instrumental was an identical copy across the entire industry. I didn’t even listen to Eminem anymore because I honestly didn’t like his music message or sound. I was embarking on a spiritual path and he was embracing evil to his fullest. I felt like he was only concerned with stream success, money, and corrupting the minds of the youth. And I was bitter almost vengeful that I had become a failed rapper.

Nowadays, I am a sober man. I read the Holy Bible but I am far from a Saint even less a prophet. But back in the day I thought I was the center of the Universe. I thought my lyricism was levels above what anyone else was doing. I didn’t have the criminal mindset or the evil identity. And the hard truth that I have accepted was that I wasn’t good enough to be a respected famous rapper but it was the way I made the best of my situation and hardships. As I learned more about the Satanic nature of the music industry, and the organized crime reality of Trap music, and the terrible tragedies that often awaited an aspiring rapper, I decided that rap music just wasn’t for me any longer. I wanted to stay alive, I didn’t want to be perverted/victimized/blackmailed/extorted/ or sacrifice the people I loved. For me it always was and still is just a love for all music and a desire to be a real musician which I am not; I am just a writer and a vocalist. And I don’t have musical gifts or talents.

So with all that being said: I am sadly officially retired from hip-hop music. In my eyes, hip-hop is dead, Trap killed hip-hop, greed killed artistry, and evil rules the music industry at all levels. I am still very passionate about writing rhymes, and listening to 80’s, 90’s, & 00’s hip-hop. I never listen to any rap music released after 2012 unless its a random single from some random artist that I happen to think is alright or kind of good. I am not in any type of gang whatsoever, and I have never provided any information whatsoever regarding anyone to any type of law enforcement. I am just a poet. And I would like to believe I am a very good poet with a good voice, but I am not a musician. And it is too late for me to live out any of those dreams I had when I was 20 years old. I am a 40-year old grown man and I want to live a good life of abundance and integrity. I have adult responsibilities and obligations. And my dreams have long passed me by. I am not built for Trap music and I don’t like it at all. I feel sorry for all of those that have died in the name of Trap music and the evil music industry. I am a man of God. Jesus is King. And I am just an ordinary mortal human being. It was definitely fun trying to be a rapper though. I will always appreciate the strength of street knowledge. And I love hip-hop. But Hip-hop is dead. And I want to live my life.

Replicants, Skinwalkers, Shapeshifters, Interdimensional beings, clones, and stand-ins. They might be aliens. They might be super-soldiers. They might be hermaphroditic. Or controlled by spirits, toxic psychosis, forensically institutionalized, or plastic surgery. They might be Terminator. They might be T1000. They might be Winter Soldier. They might be a wizard. They might be diablo. They might be cannibal. They might do the bad touch. They might be inbred. They might be on drugs. They might be traumatized. They might be the men in black. They might be 12. They might be M16, GRU, IDF, Al Qaeda, Illuminati, Nazi, KKK, Hip-Hop Cops, Inspector General, Blackwaters, Trackers, Interpreters, Interpol, or Knights Templar. They might be Blu. They might be Shaolin, Marksman, Physician, Uncle Daddies, Booming Grannies, John’s, Reporters, Turncoats, Mules, Coyotes or Check-Ins. They might be honey traps, they might be rounders, point shavers, shylocks, bookies, patsies, framers, evidence destroyers, footage destroyers, magicians, they might be AWOL, they might be POW, they might be R.A.T.’s, they might be Juvies, they might be swingers, occultist, zealots, they might be painting houses, doing laundry, or building a case. They might be hustling backwards, they might be phishing, they might be scouting, capping, hexing, or gaslighting. They might be the reason you’re late, the reason you hate, the reason you never ate, the reason you don’t mate. They might clean the slate. They might let you take them out on a date.

Idle Rival EP download now on Apple Music iTunes

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PED Free my entire life. I almost drank HGH at 19 but chose against it. Tried free pre workout at once ran treadmill a lot, never tried that again. Never creatine. Tried a taste of something called Jack once from GNC. I am an endurance athlete, cross trainer, fitness assistant, studied personal training crash course at Swedish Institute of Sports Medicine in Manhattan. Certified in Phlebotomy & EKG in NYS. Inline hockey player. 2x USA Hockey Midget A Major Tier-3 17&Under NYS Champion in Ice hockey. Previously certified youth Hockey official referee. Veteran Red Cross lifeguard. Bodysurfer. Bodyboarder. Downhill skateboarder. Alpine Glade & Boardercross snowboarder. Street-hoops basketball player. Box Lacrosse player. And karate martial artist/eastern medical health & psychology guru. 12-credits away from an Associates of Science in Business. I usually do rowing, jogging, walking, sprints, swimming, plyometrics, stair/hill climbing, cycling, hiking, weight lifting, yoga, and baseball catches for fun. I love ping-pong. And I am trained in power-skating my primary fitness activity.

I am the founder of B.E.A.S.T. Hockey School. Applying the Richard Brown “MODE” method, & NAHS Power Skating Technique. I’m doing off-ice strategy-coaching/cross-training/career mentoring. “Kids on ice are not in hot water.” #SheWill

Metatron, Icarus, Copernicus, Galileo, Erickson, Vespucci, Washington, Tesla, Edison, Churchill, Einstein, Crowley, Hubbard, Rockefeller, Leary, JFK, MLK, Lennon, Marley, Qaddafi, Gates, Gore, Jobs, Zuckerberg, Trump, Musk… …one day people will remember the name Richard Brown. Stand for something, or die for nothing. High hopes for a living. Yolo. Be the change you want to see in the world. Nothing lasts forever… some things money can’t buy. They can kill a person but not an idea. I choose not to conquer, but to liberate, create, preserve, conserve, unite, enlighten, and find a cure for a disease if its all I ever do. Hip-Hop is just the hustle born out of sitting at the bus stop. Words don’t really mean anything. Chomsky already got me beat. Of course I will fall short of Siddhartha & Yehoshua & Bodhidharma. But pretty impressive for a souncloud rapper nevertheless. Let go. Let God. Walk your path with neither resentment or shame. Its just a big blue planet. There are Gods among men and Gods of gods. Demagogue’s. Demigods. And Dogma. We have patriotism, founding fathers of America, we have the federal reserve bank. History moves in waves like tides. Yes it repeats. And the ideologies struggle for power. There is evil. God is everything that evil is not. Stay in tune. Do not wage a war. Fight for a desire to spread kindness and help others. Humbly place this burden off your own shoulders. Trust in the universe. You will find Jesus if that is your calling. And be the change you wish to be on Earth. I am a pacifist realist whom combats using discordianism. I live and breathe the constitutional rights to freedom of speech and press. Most importantly the inalienable natural law of the freedom of thought. Absorb the evil, project it back upon the source, inverted. Make them eat their words, use their own medicine against them; and leave them starstruck w/ your hyper-intelligence, bravery, and white hot wrath. Snatch the pebble grasshopper.

Fight Club Record: 6 wins No Charges, 2 loss by submission. 1-Loss by boxer break. 1-Exhibition Loss

Fighting Style: Regular & Southpaw, Shaolin Jeet Kune Do/Iron Shirt Qi Gong

Age: 36

Super-Power: Eidetic Memory

Sign: Virgo

Languages: English, Spanish, Ebonics

SAT: 1270

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: German, Irish, Portuguese, Spanish, Taiño

Race: White/Latino

Marital Status: Single

Criminal Record: Clean/Legally Insane

Religion: Abrahamic Christian Buddhist Rastafarian

Certifications: CPR, First-Aid, AED, Phlebotomy, EKG

Driving Preference: Automatic

Birthplace: New York

Political Party: Libertarian Progressive Moderate Republican

Drug of choice: Cannabis Indica

Music Preference: Dub/Reggae, Rock Steady, Ska, Punk, Surf, Folk, Hip-Hop, EDM, Emo, Hard Rock, Classic Rock, Indie, World

Total Stitches: 36

Broken Bones: Left Thumb, T6, Left & Right Pinky

Discography: Idle Rival EP, FTW EP, WTF EP, Detox-2008 Mixtape

Player Stats: USA Hockey New York State 17&Under Finalist 2002, Champion 2003 & 2004

Foreign Countries Visited: Aruba, Ireland, Scotland, England

Musical Instruments Played: Snare/tenor drum, Hand Drums, ProTools, Tamborine, Recorder

Music Venues Performed: Club Sputnik, Calypso Bar, Nyack Village Theatre, SUNY Geneseo SLAM

Celebrity Encounters: Tiki Barber, Ken Daneyko, John McEnroe, Jadakiss, Kurtis Blow, Redman, Method Man, Dustin Brown, Marshall Goodman, Jakob Nowell, Roger Neilson, Jim Dowd, Rev Run, Neil Broten, Doug Gilmour.

Memorabilia: Eminem’s autograph purchased as Christmas donation to the Marshall Mathers Foundation.

Concerts Attended: John Fogerty, Warped Tour 2002 & 2003, Millencolin, Matchbook Romance, Senses Fail, Thursday, The Temptations, Citizen Cope, Badfish Crew, Jadakiss, David Guetta, Long Beach Dub All Stars, LAW, Blueman Group, Blasterjaxx, Dave Matthews/Tim Reynolds/Trey Nastasio, Rapfest, Southcott, Just Us Here, Spoken Raw

Stadiums Attended: MetLife, Izod Center, Prudential Center, Nassau Coliseum, Barclay’s Center, Madison Square Garden, Yankee Stadium, New Yankee Stadium, Shea Stadium, Staples Center, Padres Stadium

Higher Education: SUNY Geneseo, RCC, Empire State College, Manhattan Institute, Swedish Institute Sports Medicine

Height/Weight: 5’7.5”, 177lbs.

Fears: Acrophobia, Claustrophobia, Agoraphobia

Philosophy: Realism

Spirit Animal: Golden Retriever

Weakness: Scorpios

Greek God: Hermes

Past-Life: Leonidas

Weapon of Choice: Bow Staff

Favorite Color: Cerulean

Favorite Meal: Penne a la vodka chicken

Dream Vehicle: Mercedes Benz GLA45 AMG

Dream Job: US Marine Corps Medic/American Diplomat to Russia/Doctor of Osteopathic Medicine/Governor of Puerto Rico/Mayor of New York City/POTUS/Electrical Engineer/Intellectual Property Lawyer/Semi-professional Hockey Player

Achilles Heel: HOCD/Bipolar 1 Disorder

Dream Romance: Milla Jovovich

Arch-Nemesis: Marshall Mathers

Greatest Hero: Bob Marley

Most Hated Villain: George W. Bush Jr.

Favorite Athlete: Bruce Lee/Steve Prefontaine

Bank Account Balance: $71

Top Cycling Distance: 52 Miles (Newport Beach, CA Day-1/17-Miles Cowan Heights, CA Day-2)

Least Favorite Musician: Drake

Favorite Musician: Bradley Nowell

Least Favorite State: Texas

Favorite Public Figure: Elon Musk

Least Favorite Public Figure: Mark Zuckerberg

Favorite President: Donald J. Trump

Biggest Wave Bodyboarded: 6ft. at Maria’s

Steepest Trail Snowboarded: Turbo Drop 2 (Sugarloaf, ME)

Dream Super-group Concert: Eric Clapton, Paul McCartney, Mick Jagger, Neil Young, Ringo Star

Top 5 Alive: Eminem, Nas, Jay-Z, Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes

Top 5 Dead: Biggie Smalls, 2pac, Big Pun, Big Proof, DMX

Homeless Shelters Visited: Bellevue Men’s Shelter, Wards Island, Oakland, CA, San Diego, CA, Richmond, CA, San Francisco, CA, Ft. Lauderdale, FL, Ithaca, NY.

“”If life’s a joke? Who is laughing now? I am not ever a person that persecutes. I am color blind code-switching educated historian & scientist and artist and alpha omega man. Never beta, never basic, and nothing regular. When Kanye West said slavery was a choice he meant they were criminally imprisoned preslavery or taken prisoner by traders. Then he implied take the choice to fight for freedom. Freedom was achieved by the twin towers representing unstoppable teamwork black & white compassion unity & forgiveness/acknowledgement, trust, & respect. You can choose to be a slave in 2020 is what he meant and its like iRobot these days. But the Haitians and Jews knew they had no choice. Black populations thus exist in the new world. A gift and a curse. Voodoo and Hoodoo. Ras Tafari Taiño Arawak European. The world is always a battle. Rap can be a battle. But a person that battles everyone thats just absurd. Life is better when people focus on solutions not problems. Manners etiquette gangster and a gentleman. Like ya gotta make music for Art. For real love. Real music not synth autotune recycled old songs. Drives me crazy these constant insults to existing music hits. Ur not gonna pull a fast one on me. I hear so much cheesy biting for profits. Stop with fake music. Stop making love songs by dudes about girls but the dudes singing the songs are fucking with your head like wtf catch me listening to fruitsy sing sweet lullabies to me with mayo extra mayo so much ugh lame country. The nashville new year program was good. But like i listen to folk. Been listening to bob dylan since 89 myself. And like you aint gonna trick me into liking ur song cuz these annoying melodies is like the opposite of the music gems im collecting. Music speaks to the soul and to the mind. Not to the synapse in ur glitched basic matrix of jams to listen to on oxytocin. Nike kisses Kaepernick’s ass but the original first Nike Shoe is named Cortez. I think his protest shouldn’t make him unsignable though. Its just one news story. When millions die. I refuse to racially vindicate one crime when its just one drop in a well of crime. I seriously do not support black lives matter the organization but I believe black lives matter. Surely I encourage that they matter to black on black murderers. And black cop murderers. Elderly burglars & assaulters and robbers and rapists and crack dealers. I dgaf about any guilt tripping or reverse racism for being Caucasian. My ancestors were Celtic & Boriqua and German and Spanish. I am not related to anyone French, English, or Dutch or Confederate. MY grandparents were military. And they retired young from military after never re-enlisting upon returning from Korea. My life was saved by a black man when my then pregnant with me mother was attacked by a group of mental health patients. I am forever humble but many cannot understand equality isnt always a one way street. Sometimes you need to keep quiet. And sometimes you need to speak up. They should definitely cancel Spic & Span bathroom cleaner. And I am Caribbean. There are separate tribes of Native Americans from North America and South America. I am not a southern man. And I also do not blame America for shit that happened before the American Revolution and Independence Day. Its been a long road. 400 years of oppression. But I will not internalize that responsibility to place blame on myself or make myself subservient. I will not use the Nword. Even though the Nword is actually an African word before it was a racist slur. But although I do not know the etymology of negro noir or nigher. I do know that the word also implies African or black. Its the slang that latinos use Nword and African Americans use the nword. And white people use it both in prejudice & just playful funny Americanized rap music fan ***** ****** mentality. But if you ever accidentally slip in friendly dialogue with an African American youre chatting with. If your friend plays like he never heard it or wasnt offended just as long as you say my bad or quickly just get over it let it go and acknowledge an established trust they understand it accidentally slipped out in a harmless way. But I dont ever throw it out loud unless its in comedy clubs. I did get punched once for saying it when latinos abuse it. But whatever just an alternative translation of the word “nigher” a real word & “niger” a real country in Africa. Occupy Wall Street. Failure by design. Unlimited negative press. Our society is in chaos. America is a gilded war zone of racial socioeconomic political ideological group think autocracy. Its mental illness. People are so Americanized. 1st world privilege and self righteous entitlement. Nobody is right if everybody is wrong. Too big to fail might actually be a total myth. Earth is on a crash burn course for self destruction. Ushering in a nwo of genetic genocide and globalist corporate monopolies. The end of privacy and freedom. A capitalist frozen stagnation of economics with no restraint and medicine with no ethics. Anarchism. Atheism. Luciferianism. And vindictive strife. Its the four horsemen of the apocalypse. They make stories viral so the truth remains in the shadows never true democracy or justice. Just greed, lies, and manipulation (mind fucking), its a perverted shallow pool. Living my life like tomorrow ain’t promised. So I stay on the grind and leave the problems in the rear view. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Been there, done that. I’m not immortal, I’m legendary, infamous, & a jedi. If I end up on national news I will be debated up in barbershops or offered big opportunities. Go ahead, make my day. The only thing I don’t know is that which has been hidden or what God hasn’t made me ready for. Other than that there is almost not a single subject I couldn’t articulate a well spoken improvement of understanding of for the common folk. Intelligence often complicates things and its important to always strengthen your weaknesses. You have the right to remain silent. You have habeus corpus. And you have the right to speak freely. In Texas the sign says No Puerto Ricans right underneath the N-word. Do your research. I am the liberal reality checker. Living protester. Transparent man. And the paradigm breaker. I’m not woke. I’m awoken. I am the new school old soul. The living proof of their fallability. The master debater. Lawyers have answers to questions you haven’t asked and responses to statements you haven’t made. I only respect people that respect me. Since elementary. That’s a mighty big pill I’ll swallow. I don’t make the rules, I play to win. There is always a bigger fish, a bigger prize, & a bigger picture. Its better to have an answer for everything than to have no answers at all. Maybe I’m a Zionist. Maybe I’m just a solution maker but not that kind of solution. I hope humanity’s heart is safe from covid. Extinction level event. Tough love only makes me a tough freethinker and a tough customer. Unitarian Universalism Transcendental Microcosmic Orbit. I been up on that almost 20 years. Now you know. When in Rome. Obey the Romans. I don’t talk to police. I merely utilize a militant public servant system in the name of self-preservation & altruism. With the best intentions not to sabotage strangers but record threats save lives and fight the grime. Its easy to have a false sense of security when you’re a self-righteous hypocritical liar in denial like most ultra leftist liberal Democrats that are mentally ill borg mentality absolutists that don’t acknowledge molecular biology or philosophical forms or classical economics & psychology with a distorted perception of history & law. I do not see the world through a sexual prism. I merely hold the prism in my hand respectfully. I am a guardian. A trusted archangel and caregiver. An escort of the blind. A linguistic theorist. Every saint has a past & every sinner has a future. I practice self defense and disarmament but never train to hurt. I am pro-2nd amendment but anti-violence. I have security measures not excuses. No African-American ever called my ancestor master. Elohim Adonai Most-High IAgainstI. Slavery is as old as history. Haiti, Jamaica, Brazil, Egypt, Israel, Auschwitz, Zimbabwe, Mesopotamia, Hindu-caste, Ireland, Angola, Gaza, Americas, USA, Uyghurs, Pygmy, Romans, Aborigine, Arawak, Navajo, Taiño, Amazonian, Ukrainian, Kurdish, Dravidian, Homosexual, Assyrian Christian, Serbian, & Albino, Etc., etc.. I am not anti-Semitic, I am their PR agent doing damage control. I am a human being.”” – Richard Brown

Dear Marshall,

Call me P.I. Magnum, Curtis “50 Cent” Jackson the Branson double action multi platinum, I write my own rhymes cuz Drake stay acting. I never flinch. My enemies’ faction gets no reaction to their ladies fashion. You would think these rappers studied “How To Be Whack” son. After they diss me I make them print a redaction. Drilling their skull with haymakers like its hydro-fracting. Fractal geometry on these carpets like my name’s Aladdin. And I switch the scheme like its provolacting the parasitic semen from her face to the napkin. I swear I scare these other killers like my father was Patton. I’m like Dr. Dre axiom aftermathing. Got two naked females Turkish Bathing. I freestyle so much its the never ending story call me Sebastion kidnapped your style forgot the note for ransom. I stay sniping audio assassins. Your favorite rapper never leaves his mansion. This little white boy madman from the suburbs is gaining traction. Every rhyme you spit is always the same old black sin yacing faking in the van Volkswagen. Crying how your life is so miserable but youve been a multi-millionaire since the year 2000. I honestly dgaf if I ever shit on the game cuz your anus stay record contracting. Its like you’ve turned into an incorporated gay-passing anglo saxon glancing. Your light-skin M&M is melting like your ears are vinyl record waxing. In your ivory tower that I stay battle axing. You should really put those rhymes in the biohazard trash bin. Lets just agree this beef we aint ever hashing. I got allies in my corner I can tag in. Cuz where there is smoke there is flames your skin is ashing, youre built like every meal you anorexia ration and your ass takes a lashing for rainbow flag flashing and your cheeks are mashing the shit that comes out of your mouth its like youre incapable of handsome dashing. Feminem fapping. Youre stuck on a demoted rank sashing. Your music getting worse and worse like your voice is chalkboard scratching and im like the blank check youre cashing. Transracial like your skin is redneck rashing. Your career is crashing. Its like I hate you with a fruit passion. Don’t offer me shit because I’m no longer even asking. Punk we aint never gonna stop clashing. Its your perverted sadomasochism sexuality im bashing because youre evil thinking capping. You couldnt get lost in a city as big as Manhattan. I’ll cut your microphone like your emotional wound is gashing. Youre another wannabe Jack’s Mannequin meets Anakin meets bin Laden. You aint shazam and you aint black adam. Youre just the bricks and im always splashing. Im the number one and youre just a fraction. You remind me of dennis rodman and im always steve nashing. I hope your music gets hit with economic sanctions. You remind me of a kentucky clansman. Swallow any pill you can get your hands on. You think youre special but youre not even a Datsun. Why dont you boof a tampon. And tell us what happened to the kratom. You seem like you really wanna be the only white person capable of rapping. You lost half your fandom. You aint the same Marshall bro wtf happened? I think you should try to date a girl whose posed in Maxim. But you prolly wanna suck a fat one. I think you lick man ass like a cat tongue. Your style reminds me of a choking vacuum. Uptight jerk tantrum. Maybe you should smoke weed puff the cellular cytoplasm. I roll my own blunts but I never passed em. Ass cracked em. Like an anal orgasm. I’ll dump your body in an endless chasm. And you can remember me as the ghost phantasm. I’m the chain of command planet captain. Involuntary psychiatric nervous spasm. Man and Woman the Kama Sutra tandem. I’m dressed so sharp this Z1994 Rich Gangster used the NRG to nuclear split the atom. Time to about face the music. You fell off thats what happened. Like a turtle race with B Rabbit I’m mentally snapping. Prone to spazzing. Go fuck-off yourself. I’ll just go listen to Saosin. I used to be your number one fan, now I’m constantly off-mouthing alibi vouching. Nicotine salt pouching. Paw-southing fuck your couching slouching. Hidden Dragon Tiger Crouching. I’m not a communist. I’m dictator ousting. Detroit Red Wing King Gordie Housing. Slam Dunk Yao Ming. I smell superstar punani meowing. I’m dancehall daggering jousting. Because the lesbian porn-stars are arousing. Nurse Ratchet victim of proxy Munchausen. I believed in you Marshall but the gas I am dousing. I’m a fire flame spitter. And I’m against the ropes but I’m used to belt-bouting. Its about time you meet me face to face so we can transfer the crowning. Since Day-1 I’ve been Stan downing. How many times you gonna subliminally diss me? because youre incapable of Rich Browning. My natural voice is beautiful sounding astounding and perfect ProTools bouncing. The days I’ve been waiting to blow-up I stopped even counting. I’m the man without fear Plymouth Prowling. Dick Brown well endowing. If you want to fight me face to face then on-guard because I ain’t clowning. You are the Rap Devil Lucifer. And I am the yo-yo-yo what’s up yo? Raw dogging fully bat wounding resounding approval 5 foot 7 rebounding cat & mousing most definitely wowing incredibly right-nowing harrowing no doubting my wasted talent scientific rounding rap genius alternate routing path to greatness and iron fist touting gangster and a gentleman marijuana founding wake & bake morning star rousting scar tissue ouching misanthropy grouching end of the world 100% Full Proof plan wrath of God sermon amounting. Hendrix over Kendrick’s standing next to the mountain and chopped it down with the edge of my hand voodoo child bounty on the head of this Puerto Rican rapper from Rockland County. If you want to know the truth then just listen to Eminem’s songs the ones where his verses is all about me.

“Not crazy, just caffeinated. You’re boring, I’m animated. Evil vacated, I’m evangelidedicated! You hated, I’m underestimated, forgot more rhymes than you’ve stated. Community gated, rich breezy dated then mated. She can’t explain it.  He be like the ultimate ancient. Annunaki mutated. The gold child created!”

These ops 12. Psych! That’s the wrong number!

Killing them with mindness. Call me your highness. Let me show you how to properly handle business. Discovery! What is this? You know I react with the quickness, make em beg forgiveness like Christians.

When they use reverse psychology. I use reverse criminology. I’m a college G. They got the collagen on the fully D.

She’s married now but I know she’s a cheater. Of course I more than want her but she don’t deserve me and I don’t need her. Marijuana moonlight ended with black-light.

The way I move. I make em fools. Paper Gangster prankster the hater maker cocky slayer of all corrupt mayors. I’m the regulator skin gator straight edge pink cell phone razor hellraiser. Bullet grazer looking for Three Kings for the manger. I be wishing for a sidekick Hermoine Granger. Super-villains create super-heroes. I’m not a goose egg. I’m a double-0. Icebox Nero. Subzero yero.

Killing them with mindness. Call me your highness. Let me show you how to properly handle business. Discovery! What is this? You know I react with the quickness, make em beg forgiveness like Christians.

I’ll cut out all punchlines, sever all repetitive rhymes, spin dimes on my free rides from rap concert lines to multiple felon crimes.

Its like I can’t escape the fines. But Russia drawing fire on innocent lives.

Break in, kill, kosher dill money bill, mint the pill, with lots more ill.

I get the digit And Temple forgive it. I scream. I fight. I leap and I reach height. I recite over & over again as if I am my own hype. I don’t even look at the letters when I type. But my jersey got the letter, wearing “C” tonight. I’m Captain Marvel smoking Kryptonite. Got gold coins in the briefcase Samsonite. I had a briefcase and got released last night. They said this album is fire right?, dressing lighter than ice creams for the diet bite. Never biting rhymes cuz the cream is cryptobyte. But I reinvent your style like I’m the fresher sight. Vision is universal, I’m like the prophet archetype.

Yall wanna test me bark or take a bite. I got my fist tight and my teeth bright, gangster to the bone and the huesos is grown, might fuck a b**** on the phone, they wanna invade my privacy but I live in an iron dome.

Silver Surfer is Chrome.

I’m a nome with a poem.

Smoke weed like I’m landscaping your home.

Gonna get my flow glowing like an EDM light show tone after tone.

One thing about Rich Brown… Is Bro I Own.

Don’t worry about the impossible. Cuz The impossible won’t happen. Like you ever being as nice as me. I’m mission impossible projects Manhattan. Super Uber Hyper Logical 20-20 Optical 2020 Topical Unstoppable Antiseptical Heterosexual eating vegetables. Plandemic pills. The righteous kid A**** didnt get paid off by some Nazi’s* trying to get their hate off. Super Psych. They bogart I jumpstart live life like a White Mozart, I do good things for pop tarts.

That’s what it is. Pissed wizzed @ The Wiz. I’m always hard like HNIC. I might charge your street cred credit card. My off top flow so wet. About to beat AI with my mind I’m Eidetic 9-1-1 Never Forget New Yorkers ain’t tough? Come on step! I’m Neo against the internet. I forgot more rhymes than you would ever intellect. I’ve done Slam battle live open mic on the set. Club Sputnik my first microphone test in Brooklyn, NY. I’m from Ellis Island but born in the US. I’m about to break American debt. Break your neck and choke out your threat until you’re snuffed like predator predicate. You are the cinders of words I can never say because I’m not a negro just a reggae singer. Me hablo español mas bueno de tu sabes y tambien perfecto ingles. Vaya con dios amigos. I’m an inexperienced vet. I don’t carry a weapon but I’m lethal if I can reach your head. Goodnight Earth. Christ has spoken. Red Letters are a yet. That’s Jewish like my brothers and sister and its another rhyme you didn’t get. I might marry a virgin if she lets. I’m really celebrating celibacy but the pen is black stealth jet. Jettisoned to outer space set destination to The End.

A lot of rappers think they big. I grew up ye big an underdog, they was all big.

My rap is raw. You need an appendix.

Spliff-star! Master Chief!

Blacklisted! Pre-Cancelled in Advance La Resistance! Shadow-Banned

Ya’ll eyeing me. Sizing me up. And I’m psychoanalyzing my 3rd eye is ghettofly.

Currently there is no currency of cultural literacy, its silly the idiocy, hypocrisy of policy, a profitless odyssey of mankind autocracy. I think its time to volley their folly. Molly Holly and Wally high on collie.

If I get a record contract I’m going to read every line before I sign. I’ll make you wine for my time. You cheat me it’s flatline. Lock myself up in a cell like St.Valentine. Send the pen like a Maritime. I’ll make a mockery of mediocrity diffuse the odor of a media ogre and dispell the aura of a sensei soldier rapping fresher than Folgers as I release the vultures of culture trollers you might bump into me with the rock & rollers.

I’m pimp impresario impressive improvisational impervious to perversion don’t be introverted of what’s on my person its disturbing when I’m unnerving a perving that stays luring a lure of hurting. I don’t worship a gin. I pump blood oxygen with this pump pump that will turn up your rump with a body dump and passaging of total lifeforce of spirits within your last words were unheard of final position and I burned every written. And you are the ashes of my white rapper armageddon.

You might be infinite but I got a verbal monopoly owning all the property logically your fake copy money is the good tortoise to your bad bunny. Ain’t nothing funny. You can learn a lot from a dummy. In Philadelphia its always sunny. Sweet honey. Corona virus got these noses runny. The snow is the white girl call her snow bunny. Snow White. White Light. My skin don’t automatically make me Alt-Right. CTL ALT DEL and gesundheit.

Switch the role outta control hollowed out hulls from the nautical row off top flow creating these rhymes like a rapping GI Joe invincible to the foe. Low Pro on the down low. Leave fiends with the tag toe. Soy caro. No malo. Juicy thots get rubbed down with the aloe.

Cut the kid a check been doing check after check of this pandemic economic intellect where my respek does a genuflect. German Beck’s and the Throgg’s Neck de-tec inspecting sect. At the intersection of Nick Hexum and hectic inflection.

These words are the communicative arts… a complex array of Napolean Bonaparte’s, spare parts, and hopeless romantic hearts, who would do anything to bottle Terrence & Phillip farts, and open those bottles in front of the faces of plutocratic oligarchs. Putting boys in leotards. You’re gonna be the shards of Richard’s playing cards when he drops like Wonka bars and your everlasting wars are the dinosaurs except humans will all die of SARS.

Call me Professor-X shoot 2 through ya chest like 2 blunts of sense don’t test! I’m master chief. Two L’s and a Cool J. Eminem dropped four L’s… I’m smoking four L’s and lately shit I don’t play. It’s not just how you say but what you say. Don’t fcuk with Jose. I’m like Crazy Horse. You’re like the *** So this is strike-three. Yippy Kai Yay.

Rocketed to the 4th dimension but I’m 3D perforation. I’m on an endless summer vacation. And I‘m tripping on a 3rd eye open station. Broadcast for standing ovation. The Rap is my motivation. Spoken like a frequent occasion where I spit freestyles on any and every occasion. Smoke the herb like a rasta Jamaican. Rich Breezy is like an Aramaic equation. His beliefs tower over pagans. Rich Breezy broke free from all spells by all voodoo Haitian. It can’t be true that he’s just a Caucasian. There has to be another logical causation. You already know there ain’t no other explanation than America was his native origin location. And the great spirit was the mother earth of the planet rotation.

You don’t know about the uniform-gang, they got a hotline just go press 9 then 11. Open 24/7 posted up at 7-11. If I play it cool and just play the victim. I’ll have your ass sitting pissed in prison. And this is the place where the snitches die. But the homies gonna let it slide because the Mayor made it look like a suicide. So I took your life with a small device and a telephone line. They shouldn’t have messed with the Clandestine.

Vecinos de los ninos quick deNiro’s snatch amber no super heroes cest la vie amigos

Dissing me to try to overshadow but I foreshadow w/ a 4-4 in the shadows w/ my dog Shadow summon Ghost Rider on a Honda Shadow expose your ******** like Rachael Maddow

Rapping not for fame but for infamy/ ya’ll lame you can’t get into me/ my music taste forms a symphony/ my words are poetic like you can’t compare to me/ audio headphones pair with me/ that girl was well prepared for me/ student of the game teacher gave me A’s & B’s/ I taught her the birds & bees/ and we frequently renting out AirBnBs/ Black & Yellow Nike Air Bumblebee’s/ KIA Stinger L rides on backroads in bumble fcuk like we don’t even know where the fuck we be/ just remember its 93 until Infinity!!!

Military mayhem. Rasputin is hailing. The ecosystem is failing. Bombs blasting jetfighters in the tailspin. The media headspin prevailing. Catch the drift and I’m sailing. Super Sonic booms and my whole body exploded out of my fruit of the loom. This is a warning of impending doom. And the money monsoon. Hate it consumes. I think the end is coming soon. I tried to speak up but they said I was a loon. Buried by dunes. Killed by a bruin. The taste of blood in the face wound. And out come the wolves under the moon. I felt safer in the womb. And my legacy is ruined. The body entombed. A sermon of marijuana fumes. Never mention my name in the month of June. And the love of my life was a microphone room. But she’s singing a different tune. How I clinged to her rug like a sucker vacuum. And the songs were trapped inside a Microsoft Zune. No strings attached cuz her violin was outta tune. And I’m still salty like the taste of her ****.

When it comes to rapping I’m something like a barbarian. Jedi mind tricks don’t work on me. I’m a Toydarian. I might be White but don’t identify as Aryan. I’m not Lil Wayne. I’m a pill popping alien. I’m the top Negotiator. You’re another Chris Sabian. Get these ******** snakes off this ******** plane cuz I’m from Ireland. I’ll cut another demo by 8:45 while I’m chilling in the 845 I’m smoking an eighth around 8 people with 45’s. Live by the gun die by the bullet and I’m still alive. Like 5Alive. I write the rhymes like an Eminem look-alike. I look at my alerts like “wow look a Like!” And I remember how tough it was when I didn’t type couldn’t use that pen it just wasn’t my writing type, I used to write til my hand hurt and wrist was tight. Now I just sit at home and whack off all night. But trust me the girls always looking ripe. I’m scared to even spell suicide. But my forecast spells trouble and I ain’t even eating right. Got pains in my chest but not on the right. I caught the Vapors. And I’m still doing right. Almost at the light. How am I supposed to send this shit out? My battery just died.

Converse with herbs to convert perverts into religious converts not fans of herps. When I converse with a con its a verse of a psalm world in my palm con versus king kong start on the gong. And its on!

Psilocybin vibing was my silver lining B4 I dreamed of record contract signing.

Bro’s before **** I move like a ghost coast2coast spoken brogues Irish flows gay prose laughter pose.

They will exploit your kindness, futile color blindness. Call me your highness. People stay scheming. Im done dreaming. Hard breathing. Between the lines reading.

Don’t turn into a pumpkin rhyme something with nothing.

Yin & the Yang. Street code. Street slang. Ain’t no thang chicken Wang.

My sexual preference is hardcore gentleness, love tenderness, kiss eloquence. Common intelligence.

Haha, its alright… I’m part of the G-U-Y community. I’ll do anything to sleep with the woman in the gated community rich breezy need a rich breezy with natural immunity. Booty and the chick not looney.

Life changes, meanings faded, times erasing… Spitting raps for fans turned haters, I can’t keep it real for fakers, expressing myself seems useless for all these ****takers, I dictated great rhymes for rhyme sayers… Underneath the layers, is there a real me? Am I trying not to see what’s become of me, or is it something special I’m holding onto so you can’t ever be what I ain’t trying to show, its my own, you’ll never bite my style when its hidden behind my smile… Sunglasses on, head bent, and I’m heaven sent… Just go do you; I’m doing me, evidently it hurts to admit, I’ve said goodbye to the game, I ain’t a player so it drives you insane, too bad you ain’t got shit in your pockets, I’m a loaded gun you don’t want to cock-it, I’m retiring early in my easy chair better rock-it… I’m closing all doors so don’t try to knock it… Put a sock in it… You’re just a raccoon ***** & I’m Davy Crockett! You love me now stop-it… I’m the fly emcee & you’re just the cock-pit, get off my **** while I spit-it, you can’t touch my pen, so just wish it, and don’t forget my *** as you kiss-it!

“On the day I tested positive was the same day that I was positive that I would test up positive for smoking cannabis with thc lozenges and chocolate thins then the losing dread was taken two steps back from the edge as I took the edge off my head bcuz I was on the ledge worried about urinalysis and my axis of evil paranoia tactics made me react in a frantic heroic act of agoraphobia turned stoic sophist force poet of rap moet and flow wet im the actual maximus of fallen empire factual animus fall into catholic split personality glass unbreakable cinematic addict hit.”

“”Hip-Hop Fashion any Fashion but women’s fashion. Im a man of ration not malady of partiality its a logical fallacy that youre as flack as me youre a fak of fricasy selling paths to an *** palace of glass chalice full of ***** from buyers dallas a club of shit shallots that suck *******””

“Pluto Tonic robotic tick feel better rap sick dont drink dont trip and listen to me not a sip”

Doctored my Doctorate. Slow-roll 4-5-6 C-Lo. I don’t scroll. I’m swoll. C-4 neck mole.

Feel and realize I’m self-actualized actually an actuary specialized in quantify quantum fly leap for sky high hockey guy black eye meta-psy by the guru purple belt kung Fu but rap is for wu from me to you black & blue White not hue.

Jetsetting like George Jetson cologne by Stetson, I be hustling for a retirement pension. Got the pen son. And I perplex complexion got game rap fame contention. From the Westin to the West Indies. Smoke gonja man. We got foreign currency exchange on the island. DJ spins Scott Weiland and we got topless women like the French Rhineland. We got exotic women exotic plants and hypnotic trance on the hall we dance to dancehall jams in our B-Boy pants. The money is the motive but the cash never touched my hands. I got sober plans. But the women all on me like they on hallucinogens.

Authoring rhymes on the internet like a netcee. They about to plug me in like the Matrix 3 with Keanu Reeves. I’m tapping shorty in the back of theatre after everybody leaves. Got more cigar papers than the autumn leaves. Better wear a rubber cuz these **** is skeev’s matter fact he used to go by steve. And keep those thieves off my G’s cuz rich breezy got accuracies

In my dreams!!! I’m the flow master, you’re the mic keeper!!! Tell em I do free feature. I’m the broke preacher, can’t afford a foam sneaker, they say I’m a culture leacher, I feel like I’m Jack Reacher… but hip-hop is my pink crystal beaker and I’m praying Doctor’s fix this heart-beater, I’ll prolly be the dead Mozart of this bluetooth speaker, cleansing the pop screen with ether, and I’m viral… proof for all the non-believers.

I want to rap but I’m DQ’d. First rule of freestyle there is no rules I breakdown words while y’all breakdown mules. All these ******* be using power tools. Switch it up bust a move. Seems like the cash flow be affecting my mood. Hit the lotto and I bought a pitcher for my dude. Even though the politics was real rude. I said I’d treat them with the kindness of st.jude. Instead of selling tombs I’m planting food. Bury me in the louvre and I tried and I truthed but the crowd lacked aptitude and they say I had an attitude that’s all I see for this rapper with no views.

Those diamonds is blood diamonds. Those sneakers is sweat shop child labor. Those guns killed your distant relatives. Those drugs killed your customers. Your music killed the good vibes. Your free will made you a prisoner. Your freedom fighter made you a slave.

The love ain’t there. I pretend I don’t care. Hate ain’t the answer. Your culture is a cancer. But what if I get paid? I’ll prolly get laid (to rest). Bury me in black roses. Blame it on the doses. White skin was the gnosis. America’s macropsychosis got me eating rappers like phagocytosis its like we under hypnosis.

He was the moslem at the mausoleum in my being arab money to the ceiling. She was my jewish american princess. He was the white reggae hippie with the incense and in an instant he said hit this you got head blitzed on indo cannabis smoking with rich rapping cryptic the beat I missed it but I returned with the ice pick icebox fridge rigged it with rigid line and B-lined to the ridgeline rewinds it with hard spit spill the liquid she licked it and the fruit I picked it never bit it but I shitted on the whole game with a written from the pen ink.

Street rapping dynamics to dna type X addicts with the fearless juice that I deduce with a duece duece you know I can spit that ny hard shit canadian goose winter snow goons and I dodge jail go play with looney tunes in the padded rooms And im doing pushups and eating shrooms but I aint tripping im h2o sipping and then im back on the streets with my prescription. Im like the Double Album Deluxe Edition and the rendition is remington remix with armor plated beamer whips and the spoof takes the smoke and I take a toke pop a breathmint im like fresh pimp with the bad bish and the scale fish so blitzed like funk phish.

Adrenal Cerebral Anti Evil American Eagle and I stand up for the black white brown yellow and purple people. I’ll even ride a dirtbike over the rainbow like Knieval but the digger gold is the shit equal? Yo, grooming kids gender should be illegal.

We gonna start dropping gems under alias’ who got my resonance my rap presence is iridescent luminescent Clark Kent with the phone booth spitting kryptonite like it’s Nick at Nite the kid is on sight but you don’t wanna make this dawg bite I upload punches like a gigabyte!!!

I spit it so wet. Like ***** you’ll never forget. Got these rappers frozen like Han Solo. I’m Boba Fett. I kill the pain like a Percocet. Switch styles and I’m still a threat. Freshest yet. I don’t have a set. But I take shots like Triple Sec. I curse like I have Torret’s. Hand on these ******* heads like they just my pets. I’m not old school but I’m still a vet. You might have to battle me. On the net. I turn one dollar into a cigarette. You can’t take my pride I’m already in moral debt. But I’m all in so will you match my bet?

oh no I’m on a staycation call me Mr.Extendo. You might be Kimbo but I’m Kajukembo hit you with the elbow. Got two elbows under my car with Velcro and I be selling them cheap 1 rack via Venmo.

Original Sin, where do I begin? Trash bin. Has been not husband. Hospital wrist band. Blazing headband. Psilocybin. Spiritual vibing. My grace is perfect timing. Never two timing. No deposition signing. Hard timing. I jump from rhyming to calligraphy writing cursive typing like a typewriter gift of gab chimer its the grimer like slimer and new york city is slicker than a city shitter in winter when you deliver the beginner battle winner a social media slipper that cinderella wears to dinner stilettos and lingerie got the chalet sober valet and I got triple A. I got reflexes like 2nd basemen triple A. Westchester 9A. My system switches victims from NWA to Dr. Dre its like my style is old as Jam Master Jay like I was a New Yorker raised in the 90’s when slurs were slaves to the Ameri***A and now its 2022 he got the AK and yay he’s TOS KIA its like we all been fooled by the CIA. The hood thinks I’m in the DEA. But I’m the Emcee of the Day. Rich Breezy is the follower of the light and the way! Stay writing the next cypher sak pase!

Demon slayer, as a lover I never betray her, it’s like the smell of her hair, and the evil stare of the threat that is here it was there they not know I’m a gentleman monfraire. I was born with a pair. I dare you to dare speak ill upon me ya can’t see me in 3D and I’m 4D when I rap quadruple deep like I was a math freak how I stay so fleek they think I cheat asking me for a free. I’m master chief. Swim steep dive and sink like I’m the swimming freak. I’m a netcee geek. If you step to me I unleash the beast. I’m a freak on a leash. Triple deke. I’m rhyming like a mystique leak might make a Mil and give it to the meek. Y’all better hide I manhunt and seek. This girl is so fine I might sneak a peak. Lights out. Undercovers Underneath. I’m underground rapping to the beat!

Nah pon step to Licka Rich Jah stay blessed nah fear a wicked one

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