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Ornate Ceiling 

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Jul 30, 2014

Ornate Ceiling 

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Verse 10

"Too cool for lame dudes to ridicule.."
Niggas wanna debate, and they ain’t been to school,
How can you hate the same color as you?
My aims to uplift, your aims to undue..

I’m on a mission for dreams to come true,
it seems you wan’ do, the things that bums do
Gotta text from your girl, she came through
You ask, “who pussy dis?” You mad, it ain’t you..

Marching in like saints do,
an artist, with this tool
got goons that paint dudes
who’s starving for lunch food,
you target, they’ll hunt you

Gotta real mellow groove,
you chumps should just, move

Who in the hell you’re talking too?
I’m the mahfuckin’ truth,
like a mahfuckin true state-ment
still thuggin’ in my auntie’s basement
I ain’t complacent, (just thought that I should say it)

Jul 30, 2014 / 1 note
Speak Now!(or forever hold your peace)

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Jul 28, 2014

Speak Now!(or forever hold your peace)

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Jul 24, 2014 / 2 notes
Verse 9

Just an old school nigga,

hip to the rules from my 

old dude, nigga

Skip to my lou, so my walk do

switch up

My load too heavy for you dudes,

to pick up

Piss on you fools, 

thought you knew I ain’t wit cha’

This to them whom’s, I’m a where

and what nigga..

I’m not concerned with when, 

the past tense, and then

I don’t listen because, the present is the only

time that I trust,

the only time that I lust, is when I’m 

chilling with a thick chick

feeling her butt..

And it’s all like, what the fuck

And I still don’t give a fuck

I was born to keep going,

I’m never giving up..

My head is to the sky, 

live it up…

Jul 24, 2014
Watching my mom rock her head and twist her lips while listening to Kanye West’s “New God Flow,” is literally the highlight of my year!
Jul 24, 2014 / 1 note
Jul 24, 2014

Faces

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Jul 22, 2014 / 5 notes

Fuchsia+Purple Haze

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Jul 22, 2014 / 5 notes

Fuchsia+Purple Haze

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The Bull

Fuck a toreador
because I am the bull;
chased out of Spain after
700 years of rule, 
killed in those streets, cruel

Fuck a cowboy
because I am the bull;
hunted and lassoed,
rope around my neck and toes,
struggling to breathe,
feet dangling, hung in trees

Fuck a supremacist country
that envies the dominant and feared,
Lord of the perfect Black, 
with wounds painted red,
stripes and slashes across my back

Castrated and degraded, forever
because I am the bull…

written by: TAP PEOPLES

Jul 22, 2014 / 3 notes
Jul 22, 2014 / 1 note

The Bull

Fuck a toreador
because I am the bull;
chased out of Spain after
700 years of rule, 
killed in those streets, cruel

Fuck a cowboy
because I am the bull;
hunted and lassoed,
rope around my neck and toes,
struggling to breathe,
feet dangling, hung in trees

Fuck a supremacist country
that envies the dominant and feared,
Lord of the perfect Black, 
with wounds painted red,
stripes and slashes across my back

Castrated and degraded, forever
because I am the bull…

written by: TAP PEOPLES

Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014

Tracer

At the end of the day, it’s all about being original. Too many of you are so obsessed with the fame of your favorite entertainers, that you’ll do any and everything to mirror their aesthetic, instead of creating your own.  You want to be them so bad, and it’s obvious every time you put out your so called art. What’s even more disturbing about these copy cats, is that they’ll even steal ideas from people around them and claim that it was their idea.  These “attention seekers” will go out of their way to be praised for work and ideas, that they themselves have not put in or conceptualized. They stand there on the side line, without a single drop of originality, watch what you do, and copy.  They are the worst kinds of artist. They justify their reasoning for theft with based logic, cliche sayings such as, “Every artist steals.” I’m not saying that artist can’t be influenced by other artist, but there”s a difference between the painter and the tracer.  Call yourself a tracer. You’re someone who doesn’t create, you trace.  Your aesthetic is founded on this principle, and you disguise it cleverly. But everyone knows that you are not an original.  Everyone knows that you’re tracing your way through life, hiding in the shadows, lurking for even a peek into the creative sphere of others.  

Jul 18, 2014 / 2,556 notes

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Jul 18, 2014 / 1 note

a freak of Nature pt. 3

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