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Writing Stories about different languages and cultures
I’m trying to think about what to write, kinda like a vulture
Who is about to swoop down on its prey, but I kneel down and I pray
going out of my mind, all for this wordplay and I think about the prejudice that existed so clearly in 1996, where different races were not so evenly mixed
and I was constantly called Paki, and I used to get pissed
then I learned that Paki meant clean, and my mentality shift
and the whole nature of the insult was entirely ripped and I would tell them boys to get a grip, call me clean all you want, see if I give a shit

And the thing you call Paki dots doesnt even make sense
Most Pakistani’s dont even have it since its not worn by Muslims
So I sat and listened with patience and tried to block out the hatin’
What kind of country do we live in? What kind of country are we creating?

 OK, time to start working on my story.

So here I am rhyming again
I’m so tired, I’m so drained
I’m done work but I’m emotionally strained
I wish I wasn’t so sensitive anymore
I wish that I could just open up that door
No, no that just isn’t true
What I believe is between me and God, not between me and you
Who am I, who is you? Do you understand me? Do I understand you
Do I accept you? Do you accept me?

I grow a field of rice with a single grain
I write like I have nothing to lose, but then again I have nothing to gain
So I sit here, bop my head and think about how I’ve been trained
Then I think what is wrong with my own brain
I think I’m loosing it, I am NO longer sane
The sink is unplugged, all the waters drained
And i’ll be walking around in the future with a high tech cane

I write in rhymes like dr. Seus
I talk about war conflict, I talk about a truce
I talk about my pain, but all you ask for is proof
and I sit here and take it, like I dont have a roof
over my head, and I should be worrying about my future instead
So rather then just sitting here, typing
I shouldn’t be writing, I’m not good enough
In fact I should be practicing my vocal skills
And bring it to a level that everyone might find ill
But I wonder if I even have the will?
Am I a well of talent, or am I an empty hole with no soul
Waiting for someone to just console while I get old

My head is scattered with white hair
I’m only 24 years old, it shouldn’t be there
White hair at this age, it just not fair
And, I cant bare to see my head go bare
I swear I wouldn’t care if I didn’t have a layer of white on my head
Is it a sign of character or a sign from the dead

What is the purpose of my creation
Am I supposed to just sit back and watch this nation
Suffocate the lives of the oppressed and the lost
Am I supposed to accept the negative images of Islam in the media and be passive
Should I resist, and react violently and act like the asses
Or should I think wisely and instead of react interact with the people misled
People misled and misguided, the news has both rights and wrongs
And this whole time, I’m trying to write a song for peace and prosperity
But theres no solidarity, theres no respect for diversity and its just crazy cuz we’re all just human

If you were to find out you were gonna die in an hour
Would you forgive those who hurt you while they were in power
Would you think that you worked too hard for money
Would you worry how your vision became blurry
And when everything goes black would you care about the little differences
Would you hate the child that loved another, would you otherized the other
Would you disrespect the mother and fall in love with the child
Why do my thougts seems so wild, I’ve known this since I was a child
To me it just seems mild, I love Allah and believe in peace and believe Islam is about justice, so thats what I’ll try to preach
But criticizors will teach the exact opposite
We’ll all be falling in the endless pit of Hell

BILL walk up that hill. – Check the comment. http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=-3555852631523028177&q=the+debt+of+a+student

This kid bill gave me a thrill by posting a comment on my video
He called me fat and lazy, this rich kid must be crazy
Yeah, I used to park my car by saw mill valley and walked in the blistering cold to my class
Yeah, I hauled my ass, I did that for about a year, and this kid bill things that UTM is so near
20 minutes and the fucking bus transfer would rarely come through, or I would just miss it infront of my view
So before you spew, and call me a tool, listen to my words then judge me, I think your confused
Yeah, i’m a little ticked but you just lit a fuse and I just refuse to be bullied by some rich kid who things being poor is funny, maybe cuz he’s got a little too much money, and I usually dont mind taking the bus when its sunny, but when I’m walking in the cold my nose is runny.

Yeah I used to park my car down at saw mill valley, later they put no parking signs up saying they cant have me
So I’m left walking up a fucking mountain up at erindale park
Tumbling down a hill in the fucking dark,
Now the cops giving tickets there too, and if you dont believe me check the damn facebook group
Shit, I can sing this shit around you in a loop, but I doubt you’ll understand it, you goof

Yeah you missed the whole point of the video, you skimmed over the parts that were critical
You failed to see how difficult it can be and I’m backed by a whole fuckin’ army of students
All we is tryin’ to do is get an education
But were pent up with this frustration
Worried about how we supposed to pay for our parking tickets
Its not a fucking 10 cent mailing stamp, you cant lick it
Now my damn clock is tickin’ and i’m itchin to promote my ideas

Hell I dont even speak on my own behalf, I thank God for everything I have.
Some of that shit in the video I didn’t go through, how am I supposed to
You think I’m trying to tell kids to commit suicide, the guns in the corporations hands and its me in court that they try

Think just for a little bit, how can we support this, an education meant just for the rich
My friends dad put his house on double mortgage cuz you know he cant afford it
What if the poor kid was a fucking genius, and he was forced to work and go to school
And he can’t concentrate cuz at his job he’s barely making any paper, so he’s working overtime failing his %30 paper.

Listen I’m not an activist but I just get pissed when people spew shit and don’t think. Yeah go ahead call me a hypocrite cuz I live in a house with my parents and got a 51″ TV. But i’ve been working full time, since July midnight shift just to get through this shit, so don’t even think you can be me.

My friends said I couldn’t do it, and the walls are collapsing on me. One A the rest just C’s cuz I was too busy at work, or fighting the fucking 3 hour sleeps. I couldn’t even sleep deep, cuz sometimes it is just one or two hours at a time, so only respond to my shit if you can rhyme.

I cant explain how good rhyming makes me feel
Its like it can take away the pain, It’s the way I heal

The scars left behind when I acted blind
It reconciles the past when I acted like an ass
It relieves me of my stress, and I use it to practice before a test

I cant explain how good rhyming makes me feel
Its like it can take away the pain, It’s the way I heal

The pain thats inside this emotional mind
Trying to fight this constant male pride
When I write I feel the stress leave through my fingers
Otherwise, the stress just stays there, forever will it linger

I cant explain how good rhyming makes me feel
Its like it can take away the pain, It’s the way I heal

And when I’m dealing with everyday problems
And when It feels like there’s no way I can solve them
And my emotions bring me to my knees
When I break down and cry, asking God please

I cant explain how good rhyming makes me feel
Its like it can take away the pain, It’s the way I heal

When I write these words, sometimes I dont know how they come through
Like divinely genius, they just breakthrough
There is no explanation for the words that I write
It’s my form of meditation, like a second sight
So when I’m stressed, this is what I do at night

I cant explain how good rhyming makes me feel
Its like it can take away the pain, It’s the way I heal

And even when I went through the toughest shit
Having to burry a child, it got me out of the psychological pit
It prevents me from having a breakdown or throwing a fit
It’s like the candle wasn’t glowing but now it’s lit.
So the darkness is gone and my rhymes keep me strong. Now I’m sitting here trying to write a song, and I’m thinking if I die will my rhymes come along. These are apart of me, I hold so dear. It’s the only part of my life where I have no fear. It’s the only thing I can ever let so near. The words so strong sometimes they bring me to tears.

I cant explain how good rhyming makes me feel
Its like it can take away the pain, It’s the way I heal

I’m half wrong, I’m half right
I’m half black, I’m half white
I’m half darkness, I’m half light
I’m half Atheist, I’m half divine
I’m half laughing, I’m half crying
I’m half angel, I’m half devil
I’m half off balance, I’m half level
I’m half angelic, I’m half demonic
I’m half predictable, I’m half sporadic
I’m half colonzied, I’m half nomadic
I’m half maunal, I’m half automatic
I’m half crazy, I’m half sane
I’m half neat, I’m half unmaintained
I’m half sunny, I’m half rain
I’m half writer, I’m half singer
I’m half half preacher, I’m half Jerry Springer
I’m half adult, I’m half child
I’m half spicy, I’m half mild
I’m half smart, I’m half dumb
I’m half athletic, I’m half television bum
I’m half Pakistani, I’m half Canadian
I’m half African, I’m half Arabian
I’m half rich, I’m half poor
I’m half less, I’m half more
I’m half man, I’m half animal
I’m half school, I’m half carnival
I’m half fat, I’m half thin
I’m half bones, I’m half skin
I’m half awake, I’m half asleep
I’m half shallow, I’m half deep
I’m half sin, I’m half good deed
I’m half generous, I’m half full of greed
I’m half fully fixed, I’m half broken
I’m half bus ticket, I’m half subway token
I’m half quiet, I’m half outspoken
I’m half clear throat, I’m half chokin
I’m half jolly, I’m half depressed
I’m half free,I’m half oppressed
I’m half half clean, I’m half dirty
I’m half late, I’m half early
I’m half nice, I’m half naughty
I’m half reserved, I’m half kinky
I’m half spring, I’m half slinky
I’m half Eminem, I’m half Chingy
I’m half 2Pac, I’m half Nickleback
I’m half Nelly, I’m half R.Kelly
I’m half recovered, I’m half ill
I’m half untrained, I’m half skilled
I’m half straight, I’m half crooked
I’m half understood, I’m half mistaken
I’m half vegetable, I’m half bacon
I’m half water, I’m half air
I’m half cloudy, I’m half clear
I’m half far, I’m half near
I’m half weak, I’m half strong
I’m half rap, I’m half song
I’m half dressed, I’m half naked
I’m half refreshed, I’m half jaded
I’m half nerd, I’m half bully
I’m half Mulder, I’m half Skully
I’m half senseful, I’m half senseless
I’m half tasteful, I’m half tasteless
I’m half chatterbox, I’m half speechless
I’m half ugly, I’m half pretty
I’m half wobbly, I’m half sturdy
I’m half thesaurus, I’m half dictionary
I’m half scrabble, I’m half pictionary
I’m half clueless, I’m half visionary
I’m half parrot, I’m half canary
I’m half food, I’m half drink
I’m half perfume,I’m half stink
I’m half full, I’m half half
I’m half hour, I’m half minute
I’m half cracker, I’m half biscuit
I’m half serious, I’m half funny
I’m half rabbit, I’m half bunny
I’m half lie, I’m half truth
I’m half pine, I’m half spruce
I’m half business man, I’m half clown
I’m half city, I’m half town
I’m half dress, I’m half gown
I’m half smiles, I’m half frown
I’m half square, I’m half round
I’m half gagged, I’m half bound
I’m half silent, I’m half sound

To Be Continued…

What are you half…?