Скачать или смотреть 'Balance' Rap Vlog 4 - Hugo The Poet (Hip-Hoptimist)

Not a perfect performance, but just wanted to get a rap fix amidst administrative overload

Words

what up subscribers, welcome to this one man cypher
where I attempt to decipher the science of the signs behind finding
myself a survivor of the arrival of the divine incisors
precisely timed to slice us in twenty twelve and bite us
inviting us to finally perceive the force inside us
and breathe in feeding off all that inspires us
taking a long view of the constant progress up the core of the spirals
outpacing the four apocalyptic horse riders
I'm rhyming after arriving late in the scene
But with a high level commitment entering within my brain
that even if I kick it at three fifteen
in the morning I should still be able to call in a sweet sixteen
and just drop it over a beat that you can vibe with
And give you updates about how my human life is
how in the last 14 years I flew the sky with
a spirit akin creatively to some do or die shit
I began buried in the bedrock with fossilised trilobites in
but kinesiologically cracked my psyche like psilosybin a trajectory from the very depths of these suicidal
tendencies to the summit of the Newton Spiral
igniting a bright light behind both eyelids
with the type of heiroglyphic writing that woke Isis
getting ready to resurrect and reconnect like osiris
dialating my whole being, extending my soul's iris
until I beheld the enlightenment I'd never seen before
and then I died, causing a dose of DMT to pour
but when the getafix wore off, my body brought me back through a ouija board
and I began the life that my third eye was squeejeed for
allowed me to look deep in my core
and perceive the reason I incarnated in this physical form
the river styx became the stream of my thoughts
a stream of consciousness that became easy to ford
I began to be more honest with my parameters
composing odes and sonnets in dactylic hexameter
every character suffused with assonance, consonance
constantly shifting mosaic rhymes in metrical patterns ta
zoom in on onomata-poeia, a single tear, my aim to pull
classical epic poetry forth, rekindling my flame to full
needing to erect defenses to hold at bay a wolf
I entered the cave, with a sword, and realised I was part Beowulf
part Grendel's mummy, part kamikazi
part idiot savant, part grammar nazi
part ghandi, part Richie Cunningham, part Fonzi
part shark jumping part Red Sea, part Dali
participle, part invisible, part monk, part avenging mariachi
part principal, part remedial class, part tamagochi
part of me's the one sober god at a bacchus party
and the other is playing pan pipes, swigging back bacardi
And when I recognised the true soul balance
I could move beyond just some pseudo talents
get all my rhymes flipping in line like a judo phalanx
and truly become who you know as Hugo Farrant
so thanks for listening to this missive sent
from my ink and pen, transmitted via interwebs
til next time I find time to rhyme and represent
I've given you twenty five opinions, my fifty cents