i met a man one day.
Complete stranger.
Told me he sensed i was disconnected from the world.
Then said he saw a few things in my life that may be
holding me back, but he could not see anything past that.
As if the doors were closing all around me.
He told me about friends, foes, females, and the use of
recreational drugs as if he knew me personally.
I've been doing a lot to keep busy and focused
alongside praying. The more i thought about this encounter.
Especially after the small interactions i've had with said
people. i have definitely felt a different "vibe" in the ether
which made me think of this song by mf doom.
i pray i'm not becoming disconnected.

deep fried frenz

[Whodini]
Before we go any furthur..FRIENDS!

[MF Doom]
As you call em, they call you when they need somethin
Trees for the blunt 'n, to g's for the frontin
I found a way to get piece of mind for years
And left the hell alone, turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone
Send me a letter, or better, we could see each other in real life
Just so you could feel me like a steel knife
At least so you could see the white of they eyes
Bright wit surprise, once they finish spittin lies
Asssociates, is your boys, your girls, bitches, niggaz, homies?
close, but really don't know me
Mom, dad, comrade, peeps, brothers, sisters, duns, dunnies
Some come around when they need some money
Others make us laugh like the Sunday funnies
Fam be around whether you paid or bummy
You could either ignore this advice, or take it from me
Be too nice and people take you for a dummy
So nowadays he ain't so friendly
Actually they wouldn't even made a worthy enemy
Read the signs: no feeding the baboon
Seein as how they got ya back bleeding from the stab wounds
Ya'll know the dance, they smile in ya face, ya'll know the glance
Try ta put 'em on, they blow the chance
Never let your so-called mans know ya plans
[Whodini:] (How many of us have them?)... a show of hands
[Whodini:] (FRIENDS!)
Is a term some people use loosely
I'm real choosy on what I choose to let crews see
You telling me, I try ta act broke
Jealousy, the number one killer among black folk
Fellas be under some type a spell, like crack smoke
Ghetto cinderellas, lead 'em right to your stack loc
Just another way a chick'll lead to your end
I check the dictionary for the meanin of Friends
It said: Person, one who likes to socialize with
Sympathise and help her, and that's about the size of it
Most of the time these attributes is one-sided
To bolster the crime, they apt to shoot you through your eyelid
And they can't hide it, goin wild like a white bitch
Sometimes ya need to cut niggaz off like a light switch
(Click!) an when things get quiet
Catch 'em like a thief in the night (Bow!) what a riot
I first met Mister Fantastik at a arms deal
Don't let it get drastic, think of how yer moms'll feel
When it get for real, the steel get to sparkin
Everything darken, and ain't no talkin
For somethin so cheap it sure buys a lot of trouble
Ya better off focusing than tryin ta plot the bubble
Or else it'd be a sad note to end on, the guns we got is…
(Whodini: One's we can depend on..FRIENDS!)
Some come in the form of co-dependence
Alotta times only end up bein co-defendants
Ten bucks say they tell for a lower sentence
And leave you up under the jail, beggin for a penance
It don't make no sense, what happened to the loyalty?
Honor amongst crooks, trust amongst royalty
I'd rather go out in a blaze, than give 'em the glory
[Whodini:] (How many of us have-)...a similar story
[Whodini:] (FRIENDS!)
Before lovers we used to have some type of overstanding
Just so when I let her get the man thing, she know its no strings
We could do the damn thing, but hoe its no rings
Just how the tramp swings, will she see 'em again?
That depends on how good was the skins
And could she memorize the lessons, it ain't no need to pretend
Even though she let 'em stab it, she know they just... (friends)
[Whodini: Singing]
FRIENDS! How many of us have them?
FRIENDS! Ones we can depend on?
FRIENDS! How many of us have them?
FRIENDS! Before we go any furthur....

Verse of the day.

Phife:Vibes and Stuff"

I don't know what to say, but here I go freak it
If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it
I'm just a short brotha, dark skin face
Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist
My hair is crazy curly
Front like mr. furley
To this day, I still believe that no mc can serve me
Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know)
I get more props than the arsenio hall show
Party animal I was, but now I chill at home
All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit and bone
Found my thrill in amityville, I'm always in the island
Fudge and monkey know the time, they know who keeps 'em smilin
Go out on my own, somethin that I gotta do
Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to
I'm prompt with my business and I do things on the double
Yo, I'm out like buster douglass, I say peace to mc trouble
Rest in peace

Verse of the day.

Q-Tip (SH Fe Mc's.

When I rhyme, the effect just ripples
You sound sick, I hope your cells get sickles
You formulate into real stiff (shit)
Then I bet that it cut the chit chit
Cause the Ab will, be sharper than a Ginsu
Cutter or your bum (ass) head for the gutter
This is not a game and we ain't looking for the fame
That ain't the aim, we came to rip the jam out the frame
My inter-reaction with paper is amazing
So needless to say mad trails are left blazing
A whole lot of bull(shit) rhymes start to get play
But I'm here to say real rhymes to pay
I'm the type of brother that writes until my knuckles get nary
And through the domepiece, the rhymes will carry
Then transported to my throat then the quotes hit the air
As I stand dipped with the wares
Rhymes get slot times, move back from the jack
It's the verbal constructor, some MC's is wack
I make a girl do the bogle, doo doo brown and all
Make (niggas) jump up, drink Don, and have a ball
I ainimate the unlively with the verbal combat
The Abstract, never the wack
Motivator of the many like Moses
Moving through, bringing games into the dummies that pose us
That means you the sub relator of the sub culture
Like a vulture I swoop down on crowns, cause confusion all around
Mental burdens I bring to MC's who sing
They sad songs, money, the dough's not long
Mine on the other hand is lent me tight
The Abstract gets real, real, real

I used to break til I got broken
now im back on this art shit
the boy so stupid they think he on dat smart shit.
but, they know better.
been a go get her.
til i stop tryna chase.
so we could chill at myspace.
after movie.
the convo we had didn't move me.
my mind was wrapped around something more soothing.
like a smoothie.
on a hot day in the A.
just trials and tribulations in the life of mr. weigh.
so heavy so i hold it on heart.
born under a bad sign with an early start.
and they stay upset cause i take my time.
like listening to a beat before the rhyme.
appreciate the package.
and everyone has their own baggage.
just cause i leave mine in customs don't mean i cant hack it.
so should i stop givin' a fuck and start lettin' go.
people onlooking like i'm afraid to grow?

I often get told that I put too much thought into things.
I feel like that is what's contributing to my conversion
into a bad person. Not perfect. No desire to be.
Just working on being a better me.
I know I can't do it alone, no one should.
Yet I often find myself by myself.
Saying the wrong things cause I'm speaking my mind.
When do we or in this case i hold each other or ourselves
accountable? I mean I'm no different than anyone on this planet.
I play the game the best way i know how.
Do people get upset because its not how they would play it?
I'm always open to suggestions, but at the end of it all who's gotta do the work?
you and nobody else.

I thought our differences would be were we connect.
Guess that what I get for operating with respect.
My nonchalant-ness lead to neglect.
Nonsense.
Due to lack of com-sense.
Turned her to an object.
I know better than that.
Like veterans rap.
With purpose.
A personal person.
Who takes pride in his verses.
Valuing my worth when everything seems worthless.
Balance is my challenge.
Gifts vs. curses.
Perception vs. reality.
Maybe vs. actually.
Never thought it would be this hard to rejoin my faculty.
That I never left.
Just holding it down at a different locale.
Ask me to speak then get vexed when i get vo cal.

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