True Master has produced many Wu Bangers. His music has also been used by Alicia Keys, Missy Eliott and Tweet, 50cent, Black Rob and Busta Rhymes. He is considered by many to be one of the most prolific producers in Hip Hop.
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I am your mother Earth and I have to tell you that I'm tired of you, of your bombs, of your missiles - you're to loud. See, I give you to drink. I give you to eat. But some of you even find a way to let others suffering hunger! Since the day you've been born I attend you during your whole life and when you die I am your bed for you can rest in peace. I'll still keep you in my memory when nothing remind anything of your being. I carry you, I support you, I transport you, I am always there when you need me, I heel all your wounds. If I would take away my cereal, my trees, my fruits, my oceans, where all the birds will sit and sing? where the horses will run? where would you paint the history of your glories, your great heroes, your victories, your miseries, your love, your hate? What are you waiting for? To see my rivers running dry? Well, I know you, I hear the ones you've buried complaining about you. Have I ever depressed you with my gardens? Did I ever stress you with my perfumes? Go and lay to rest somewhere else. Do you want the sky? go ahead! Clime in the air and re-invent another existence, but out of my life. When I'm cereal you're burning me, when I'm water your polluting me, when I'm air you're contaminating me. You became arrogant and ignorant, your own pride has spoiled you. I cannot take it any longer. Is there some other people who could inhabit me? And respect me for what I am? Some other people who has open ears to listen to my voice when I'm talking? Who has eyes to see the signs of the time and react in harmony with me? Will you oblige me to destroy you? Now listen to my last words I'll have to tell you: I AM THE EARTH, I AM WATER, I AM THE AIR, I AM FIRE, I AM WAITING PATIENTLY, YES I'M QUIET, UNTIL ONE DAY…DON'T BELIEVE YOU COULD SILENCE ME, IF YOU WON'T CHANGE, ON THAT DAY I'LL HAVE TO SILENCE YOU!
Do you know how powerful the word really is? The word is arising from the depth of our souls and is the creating power of our conscience. It is the root of our thoughts, the source of our feelings and our doings. The spoken word is its phonetic sound; we use it to communicate, to leave our messages. But we should be more aware of its power, if we listen with more awareness, we can find out a lot about the person who is speaking to us. The word is a mirror of our true state in our hearts. Our language reveals our conscience, our intellect, our moral sense, our social awareness etc. It reveals who we really are! That's why I'm saying we should be more aware of it and care about the word we're speaking, about what we're talkin' bout. The spoken word spread out and as the origin of the word is from the depth of our souls; its energy will touch us again, deep in our hearts.
Music is also a language. The sound, the melody intrudes immediately our souls. Nothing can touch our souls deeper than truly inspired music. Sound and attenuation of a simple note is like the becoming and vanishing of our being, of our existence. Like the sound, all existence inside space and time comes out of nothing, then rises and fills the space and finally remains in silence…“In the beginning was the word and the word was with God and the word was God”
He took to the streets Shouting Pumping his fist in the air A failed comedian Who's one and only joke had just gotten him curious stares The punch line stuck in his mind He'd gone completely blind With insanity He repeated it endlessly Hoping to find a laugh People witnessing his melt down Gained courage And followed Letting out all of their pent up sorrows Eventually He went down in history As the brave man who came out of nowhere To save tomorrow
With his rallying cry
"Bring back Big Fat Hope"
In other words May even your mistakes work out for you fabulously Have an unexpectedly successful rest of the week
Today I tried to get away from the madness of the city Went to a farm to relax Ran across a loud mouth hip hop cow That called itself
"Legend Dairy"
I'll admit, it could milk a beat And it's words flowed like butter But it's catch phrases "Word to the Udders" And "Moo Over!!!" Came up way too often And The chips he was eating Were suspect, at best While praising his minister, Pastor Eyes He deep branded a tattoo Right before my eyes
Talking about things that "could be Found up In the great round up" His dancer circling around us
I figured I needed to U-Tube These dudes because Who'd believe me?
When his D.J., Udder Lee Closed my laptop and said "Take it easy There is only one brand of computer you can use That will get you through the gateway Ain't that right, 'Mac'?" He motioned to his yes cow knowing full well what he would say
So, I decided to just forget about the whole crazy incident And ask you How was your day?
"Never put your monkey where your mouth is" He practically threw a fit I covered my laugh and stayed hidden
When I was a kid I never really fit in But got comfortable standing outside of inner circles That were motioning me in But I liked the taste of "Ah Ah Honey" To much to sell out my monkey jokes Getting excitement from writing in ways others don't comprehend I've pledged "Boo love" to my pen So when I say "Never hire a lawyer with no regrets about their turrets" Maybe you'll understand Having fun creating is not my plan It's my "Way King Life"
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Someone once told me that we have a built in lie detector That we have to choose to disarm We have to lower our owned defenses To be fooled into relying on The harm lying in wait Pass that habit on enough generations The knowledge of our built in higher alarms Becomes tricked Often forgotten and not trusted Mistakenly assumed to be busted
Sometimes I wonder when I hear the sounds of thunder If it's a drum beat reminding us that we've forgotten us Become cosmic dust trusting all lies About our rising fall into illusion Though one thing real I know Is me feeling you feeling me Feeling through the confusion That has intruded upon our most sacred State of reality The long lost home We remember through poems and the beat of street songs That never forgot to watch for the day, light signs of our awakening
Is this "A New Beginning" or "A Better Dream" Either is preferred to feeling separated forever from the state of being we use to call "Us" When our internal lie detectors were trusted And our knowledge of ourselves Wasn't resting on some trophy collectors shelf
"Reset and re-right yourself" was the next thing I was told That part made me feel so good It will never get old "We've got a built in owners manual too That we've forgotten to access But intuitively know how to use Pass word Trust You"
And had crashed there for what they thought would only be a few nights But wound up being trapped for the rest of their lives And as time, hope and memory passed Desperation was the most prevalent thing in most eyes Desperation, confusion and hunger Amplified by the basic drive to survive
Most times some of them would devise a plan Others amongst them, out of fear, would sabotage it Bind their wings behind them And Soon you would find them at the bottom of the Over Whelming Bird Inn Tired Pecked on And With the combative weight of the others pinning them down
I was one of them who fell through the bottom of the rotting tenement wood Our cries for help were ignored by the blind elders who had labeled us worm haters (Debaters) "Worthless Chirps" who'd been "sentenced to cell hurt By the wilt Of the Floor"
In starving desperation, we began flapping around Some of us struggled towards a small pinhole sized light That grew increasingly bright As we worked our wing's atrophy out The strongest of our break away crew Took a leap of faith And fell into flight Some of which circled back to tell the others Only to be stoned down as ghost sisters and brothers
There are almost none left who can fly Who are still willing to attempt To open the eyes of the mostly Blind and confused ones left behind In the Over Whelming Bird Inn But there is talk of plans being laid To try"
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