The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

Underlying Vibrations


Okay, here’s the challenge. Before you pick up your favorite writing utensil, listen to the video, read the poem and then write what you feel.  I know, this is way different from what you’ve been taught, but in here, we are using different senses. You can call it what ever you like and write it how you like. 

I want to thank Maurice for rocking this joint with us and ALWAYS killing it in the LAB.  I think this challenge should be fun and entertaining.

David Cardenas

31 responses

  1. I make no apologies
    I’m not tryna get into no arguments, my art is me…
    If it angers you what I talk bout, then pardon me…and my back..
    Let those who feel me, face me, they’re why I rap
    I’m not tryna reach everyone
    I’m tryna reach anyone..wit a flow purer than Evion
    Lyrics that tap your spirit, take you to a higher echelon
    It wouldn’t matter if I had a computer or napkin to etch em on..
    When I feel it inside, I gotta get it gone
    Either spoken word or in a song…
    I wrote em all for you
    and me too…
    my people, I swear, I do it all for you!
    If I die young, I hope that all I knew..
    Get inspired, my mission was gettin ya’ll to use the God In You…
    Get off followin what they taught to you…
    KNOW the LEDGE..and not be afraid to walk on it too
    I can’t talk bout it if I won’t walk on it too…
    The Almighty gave me a gift, I’m only allowd to use
    For uplifitin and shittin on the loudest fools
    So I MASTER the P-E-N and I’m BOUT ITtoo
    To rap like Lil Wayne, would be style abuse…
    A waste of my talent, somethin that a child would do
    I aint gotta get deep in everything I speak..
    But, some folk only want the water on they feet…
    Besides feelin the suns heat, why you come to the beach?
    You wanna be cool, go to the pool..the real wanna SEA (see)!
    Naturally……..

    October 19, 2011 at 3:33 pm

    • Now THATS what this is all about. The saying come real or go hard isnt just for physical sports. This is physically felt! Right on Bro. Cant wait to hear what you got to say about mine. I put one up yesterday and will do today. Sparked lots in my little mind.

      October 19, 2011 at 5:16 pm

    • “The Almighty gave me a gift, I’m only allowd to use
      For uplifitin and shittin on the loudest fools
      So I MASTER the P-E-N and I’m BOUT ITtoo
      To rap like Lil Wayne, would be style abuse…
      A waste of my talent, somethin that a child would do”

      I feel this verse… It be the truth! Like Royce Da 5’9 said.. it’s time to rebirth the lyricist! You are one thats on his way to the top

      October 20, 2011 at 11:13 am

    • i COULDN’T GET THE AUDIO TO WORK, SO I COULDN’T LISTEN TO THE VID. mOAB YOU DID YOUR THING AS USUAL, EXPOSING & ENLIGHTENING THE READER SIMULTANEOUSLY…..PEACE

      BROUGHT UP IN THE SLUMBS…INSTITUTIONAL
      OPERATING ON THE LOWER SELF….CONDITIONAL
      BLINDED WITH THE CARNAL MIND….SUPERFICIAL
      MEN IN LOVE WITH HIMSELF….HOMOSEXUAL
      WOMEN MADE INTO SEXUAL OBJECTS….PROSTITUTIONAL
      COLORS BLEEDING BLOOD….SUBLIMINAL
      KILLING FOR A FEW SQUARE BLOCKS….IRRATIONAL
      FALLING FOR THE TRIC.KNOWLEDGE….REVERSIBLE
      CHILDREN ABANDONED BY THE VILLAGE….VULNERABLE
      NO DIRECTION AFRIKAN DIASPORA….UNDISPUTABLE
      EATING HIS BODY & DRINKING OF HIS BLOOD….IRRECONCILABLE
      CONTROL THRU FALSE RELIGION(S)….PLAUSIBLE
      FORCED TO WEAR THE MARK….DISPENSABLE
      MESSAGES CLOAKED IN CODES….FUNDAMENTAL
      TRUTH WRITTEN IN STONE(S)….EVIDENTIAL
      COMPLIANCE WITH THE AMERIKKAN DREAM….UNSPEAKABLE
      CONTRACTED INTO SLAVERY AT BIRTH….CONTROLLABLE
      FALSE SENSE OF OWNERSHIP….INCAPABLE
      LAWS MADE ACCORDING TO LABEL….APPREHENSIBLE
      SEPARATION CAUSING CLASSIFICATION….OPERATIONAL
      MURDER OF MANY UNDER OATH….GENERATIONAL

      WHEN WILL THE MASSES AWAKE
      AWAKE TO THE TRUTH THAT IS
      IS HERE TO SERVE THE PEOPLE
      PEOPLE THE TIME IS NOW
      NOW WE HAVE TO MOVE
      MOVE ON THE KNOWLEDGE
      KNOWLEDGE THAT IS AVAILABLE TO US ALL
      ALL WHO DARE TO WALK AGAINST THE GRAIN
      P.E.A.C.E.

      October 21, 2011 at 5:12 am

      • Very nicely done. I’m digging the knowledge.

        October 22, 2011 at 10:33 am

  2. Under (lie) ing Vibrations
    Not to be confused as under our feet.
    Only bigger than that
    started so small as quakes under our feet
    unsteadying our step
    seeping up through the ground out the beauty of the nature that surrounds.
    Into our ears as we sleep
    silent vibrations drifting into our soul.
    Taking over Taking over fast
    sitting in the dark of unknown futures of un-numeral failures and death of goals once motivating
    but some of us knew
    knew from the tiniest of vibrations under our feet 10 years ago,
    some even longer.
    The wise grannies rocking on the porch making a blanket.
    to shield their babies from these
    Under (lie) ing Vibrations

    Hope you enjoyed, took a different turn just wrote right out what was flowing.
    Figured I would let my vibrations speak the truth.

    October 19, 2011 at 5:26 pm

    • FEELING THE FLOW U PUT IT IN THE WATER!!!!

      October 19, 2011 at 11:35 pm

    • Those vibrations just rippled through my mental Charlene!! Love it

      October 20, 2011 at 11:15 am

  3. underlying vibrations

    A Breakable Drinking Cup To
    Life Underlying Vibrations,
    I Take A Sip On Strong Motions
    Some Good Some Bad
    I See Me Happy
    And Sad As
    I Want To Be,
    How Soft Is the Soil
    To See Deep In A Hell Bond
    How Comfably Is Heaven Air
    To Keep Me Breathing Safely ,
    This Is A Vibration Man Thought
    So You Don’t Have To Understand Me
    You Can Over Stand Me At My Position
    That Don’t Means Your Better Than Me,
    I Seen White Pearls Sitting LOvely
    On A Shinning Black Blonde Woman
    I Told Her That I Love Her But In
    My Private Heart I Don’t Love
    Everything That Vibrates About Her,
    Friends Is Under Loyalty
    I’m Down For You
    You Down For Me
    We Are Two Last Leafs Standing
    On A October Tree When Every
    Friend We Had Left Us Alone
    We Came Together As One
    Underlying Vibration
    Shaking And Concurring
    The Cold World Grounds
    With Positive Thoughts….

    October 20, 2011 at 1:24 am

    • Bel, you always come through droppin hits> love this joint big homie!!

      October 20, 2011 at 11:16 am

    • Good flow prefect !!!!!

      October 20, 2011 at 5:11 pm

  4. hey Charlene Gates real talk great piece my friend its good to meet you at the lab… and Maurice Davis very strong piece nonce again. i hope some great poets come thru to support your topic this shit go hard the video too brah real talk ya boy – bELL

    October 20, 2011 at 1:30 am

  5. Takeela

    Very good piece! I love it when u go deep!

    October 20, 2011 at 3:52 am

  6. MD, you know this Joint is Fiyah! I’m on it… Feel the piece bro

    October 20, 2011 at 11:10 am

  7. fuck it…….its how i feel about what surrounds me
    free but still feel like the law impounded me
    astoundingly theres no difference between being locked down or being free
    cuz society has incarcerations that INcarcerate u mentally……………..
    eventually if have to deal with the bullshit on top of the BULLshit that the bullshitters throw at me
    running to dodge getting hit wit all this judgemental shit but they cant catch me
    being a black woman is one strike, unmarried and with kids…strike two and im out
    they instantly got labels put on me automatically assuming what im about
    welfare lines
    free medical
    nothing hypothetical about this situation
    oh she’s an unwed mother lifing off the state with no education…….is what they say
    not knowing i could run circles around them doing their job any day
    the reality is
    i fucked and got pregnant
    i had to drop out of school
    i scored an 1190 on the SAT so i’m far from a fool
    my life got sidetrack
    and i fell back into what i thought was a comfort zoe
    of petty hustles, grindin…..but writin was always on the dome
    my moms didnt raise no quitters
    and trust ya girl i stray far from bullshitters
    but u know what?
    FUCK…………..IT
    i will not conform to what they want me to be
    ima still do me….
    burn trees hustle grind and keep spittin this shit
    cause in the long run, it’ll all benefit……
    raise my seeds who are about the age where i gotta let go
    hope they remember what i been instillin in them from the get go
    to never bow down to no man
    use book smarts and street knowledge to take u as far as u can ……go
    success is merely a state of mind
    and thats the state i live in……
    so i ll pack my shit and move there
    gotta get in where i fit in…….

    damn Riiiiice………………….had me all over this…..i loved your piece…..you always make me open up another side of my mental and GO INNNN….i love u for that…..hope u feel this like i felt yours….

    October 20, 2011 at 12:59 pm

    • Candi, your mind be deep, and you show it well in this piece!

      October 20, 2011 at 3:16 pm

    • DAMN….i scored an 1190 on the SAT so i’m far from a fool
      my life got sidetrack
      and i fell back into what i thought was a comfort zoe….FEELING IT

      October 20, 2011 at 5:14 pm

  8. Listen, no use complaining
    Cuz aint a damn thing changing
    I’m black and I’m broke
    There’s not a friend that’s remaining
    Politics, Gaining
    Urban life losing
    Democrats v.s. Republicans
    Be we suffer both parties abusing
    This world is confusing
    But I don’t know why
    Sometimes I think it would be better
    If I just lay down and die
    But I just lay down and cry
    Tears smothering my pillow
    Can’t raise my high
    If my self esteem remains low
    Had a Job
    But got let go
    Unemployment
    Comes in to slow
    My girl had my back
    But now even she fed up, so
    She left for a drug dealer
    An I’m jealous of their relations
    The stress that surrounds
    Cause of this underlying vibrations
    This rough situation
    They say, Black have patience
    But is hard having to wait
    When your going no where and its blatant
    Having hope is becoming a tough statement

    October 20, 2011 at 3:12 pm

    • THAT’S REAL NICE TRUTH!!!!…..I’m black and I’m broke
      There’s not a friend that’s remaining
      Politics, Gaining
      Urban life losing
      Democrats v.s. Republicans…

      October 20, 2011 at 5:15 pm

  9. Give me a dollar
    And watch the crack game double it
    Jobs are scarce
    No need for me to even try an trouble it
    I’m bout to double shit
    All I git
    Is pain stress
    5-0 trying to stop me
    An as my stack gets fatter
    Competition trying to rock me
    That’s why I carry a glock, see
    Can’t be a fool in the streets
    I got 2 kids, a BM, and my mizz that need to eat
    The guvment say I am weak
    I’m simply a product of their failure
    Fund schools and education
    An maybe I’ll change my street behavior
    But the streets has been my tailor
    Tailor made to survive this economy
    Poisoning my people
    Trying hard not to let it bother me
    I’m a fatherless father, see
    My psychology
    Is my only apology
    I gotta be
    Ghetto, Cuz college success aint guarantee
    Follow me?
    If you don’t you never been in this situation
    Watching the world ripple from underlying vibrations

    October 20, 2011 at 5:52 pm

    • I LOVING THE SUPPORT!!!!! THINK Y’ALL FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!!!!!

      October 20, 2011 at 6:09 pm

    • Yesssir, I’m feeling this BP. dope

      David

      October 20, 2011 at 6:27 pm

  10. I look off stage and I spot the true informers…they stand all stiff and despise the brainstormers…we loners…nomad wanderer earth roamers…with diplomas…some street knowledge…and some college…so call us…the seaunced spirits of Chris Wallace… spÈaking in 7 tones…blowing breathe in hollow bones…igniting the marrow…my hawkeyes spot the sparrow in my no fly zones…succumbing to high tech vexations…sexations with the whores of fantasy…only to wake up numb to this world of bitter ecstasy…the powers that be continue to press me…this stress has never blessed…by my own hand I make miracles…spoken lyricals that seem mystical…but not infected by dogma

    October 20, 2011 at 6:19 pm

  11. World Vibrations
    By Dirty Cash

    This is more complicated then understanding a woman
    This life loves to sting me; it attacks and starts swooning
    Too damn taxing, no cash, I’m like bill me
    But it built me, until this feeling inside wants to kill me
    I think about my dead homies and spill some from my forty
    But I spill so much, that there’s nothing left for me
    Like my dude from up state, thugged out, but not a rapper
    But had a long rap sheet for being dealer and a car jacker
    Took one to the head that left him loonier then the mad hatter
    Two months in ICU, then he climbed Jacobs’s ladder
    It’s a jacked up economy, snow balling and bombing me
    The rich get richer and poverty is all on me
    I used to be drapped up and dripped out
    Now my thoughts break up cause I’m stressed out
    No doubt, it got me thinking about armed robbery
    Or holding up the old couple that sits in the lobby
    So instead I get high, shake my head at my situation
    And keep perfectly still, trying to feel the world vibration

    October 20, 2011 at 6:26 pm

    • It’s a jacked up economy, snow balling and bombing me
      The rich get richer and poverty is all on me
      I used to be drapped up and dripped out…..like that!!!!!

      October 20, 2011 at 6:51 pm

      • Thanks MD, I’ve been so busy, the last couple of days, I had to make time to assassinate for your blog.

        D

        October 21, 2011 at 3:11 am

  12. I’ve been drinking…
    Problem is too much thinking…
    Eyes blinking…
    From the tears I sink in…
    Falling into the pain filled ocean I’ve cried
    I’m drowning in the memories of every time they lied
    And they tried… to keep us down
    Held our heads below the surface, they wanna see us drown
    They wanna see us frown
    Every time we succeed they still be tryna clown
    And I don’t understand their reasoning
    Left a bad taste in my mouth like the wrong kinds of seasoning
    And I’m through with pleasing them
    Ain’t got the time to be appeasing them
    With no peace within
    I’m still piecing in
    Puzzle piece –N-
    Greasing it to crease it in
    Fighting to release the pen
    So my ink spews in my haterz faces
    Rhyming lines so fast they can’t keep up the pace to my mind ‘s races
    Leave ‘em in empty spaces…
    Turn the beat up man I need to hear my bases
    This is just the basics…
    Lives caught in the matrix…
    Blinded by all their tricks
    If they could they’d leave our bodies in the sticks
    While they countin’ they bricks
    Eatin’ on a twix
    Don’t care about the licks…
    The beatin’s
    Heads bashed into concrete –N-
    Sugarcoated deceit tryna make it taste sweet
    But it’s sour like the blue collar criminals on wall street
    Taking our money but we ain’t got no receipt
    Wickedness that is not so discreet
    You can’t trust a soul you meet… nowadays
    Even the nicest people got evil ways
    And they’ll lead you into their maze
    Getting you high on fumes so now you’re dazed
    Amazed by a not so subtle phase
    And you blatantly graze upon the bullshit they feed you
    Open your eyes man, the government NEEDS YOU
    Without us to rule over how could they maintain their throne?
    See we all struggling daily, so you’re not alone…
    Black, brown and all the poor white people…
    We were all made different but we still equal
    Somehow we reliving a sequel
    As history repeats itself
    Seems the poor folks lack education, we forgot to pull the books off the shelf
    So we’re left by ourselves
    Can we start mining bookshelves?
    If not we’re just killing ourselves…
    My people perish for the lack of knowledge
    Somebody tell these young mothers to get their kids through school and into college
    Can we teach freedom instead of bondage?
    Can we feed them love instead of garbage?
    Keep ‘em off the streets that are filled with carnage
    Dead bodies cover the cities of this nation…
    Black, Brown and Caucasian
    So much discrimination in America’s foundation
    How can we calm our frustration without love?
    We all need to drop on our knees and pray to the Lord above
    Without God we’re all lead astray
    And I know we can’t keep living this way
    I’m a Quarter century and a year old
    All I’ve seen is pain & struggle, man this world’s cold
    But I prayed for God to mold me, “Father hold me”
    “If need be scold me!!”
    I know the Good Book told me…
    But I been running so long I’m ready to fold “G”
    Throw these cards on the table
    I hate the hand I’ve been dealt and yet I’m still able
    To drop a rhyme and thank God for this day
    I promise I’m tired of living this way
    Tired of this pain
    Tired of living in vain
    Lord help to remember your name
    So I can’t forget the shame
    Help to forgive so I don’t misplace blame…
    Help to help those who cannot help themselves
    Help to write books they won’t keep in their shelves
    I want to reach out a helping hand
    But without you, God, I don’t think I can
    Amen.

    October 21, 2011 at 1:02 am

    • i see you Ashley!!!!My people perish for the lack of knowledge
      Somebody tell these young mothers to get their kids through school and into college
      Can we teach freedom instead of bondage?…..nice real deep

      October 21, 2011 at 2:02 am

  13. Learn to Listen to spirit…Learn to listen with spirit…‎…the words gon ludacris, I think I’m gon slap a nigga…the earth having cracks and fissures..blacks on blacks and liquor….better stack up snacks and freeze dried packaged dinneres….ample Cambels..and other canned foods…..Amercan flag on my card for the stamped food…how long will it last? …what’s the worth of your cash….better have some edibles and natural medicine in the stash…keep puttn ya trust in America and Barak bruh…I’m tryna survive America listening to Amiri Baraka…With our Left foot forward…all goals are closer toward…I punch thru and crunch objectives…from the highest perspective…almagate and orchestrate…Ninzamurai we bake a Shogunate…Make an annotation in your scrolls…we stomp the sleazy out of trolls…rebuilding bridges with no tolls…hot coals to test ya essence…ya focus should be omnipresence…My wise dome has such clean fun…with adding to its circumference lovely jewels the divine ones be slanging…hanging with the masters, I am learning to master life…Playing Alchemy with my mind…I change shit to gold and make it shine bright…Bless em, they bark’n up the wrong tree…with no roots…..you can add water to it and try and shed light but it won’t fruit…some won’t compute..all they know is concrete jungles..a habitat that have ya trapped, harmed if you be humble…that’s why many stumble..this aint our nature…so we don’t develop spirit we develop haters….and fight capers….take pleas and be on papers…why nagas break trees and be on papers…fiy up the water like puttin the Heat on the Lakers… but pipe and hoops dreams just catch vapors…

    October 21, 2011 at 2:40 am

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