E2

[trap.]

Name: E2
Crews: pMp'z
Where: Albuquerque, NM
Repped: Sethros, UPN, RM

Title: Winter in Auschwitz


One minute I was in the ghetto, next thing I know I’m on a train
Headed for some place called Auschwitz, and no amount of pain
Could ever bring me back, I never knew the Fuehrer’s terms
And the hardship two-thirds of us Jews in Europe learned
You talk about a race, but you can’t make yours the purest first
By killing every Jew from Vladivostok to Nuremberg
Left wondering what happened to our dreams- fastened to our seats
Together in some twisted nightmare, packed in like sardines
We wept… but couldn’t eat or sleep; needlessly receiving heat
Not from sunshine, it was undue treatment- please…
…Tell me what I ever did in my life to deserve such a thing
I prefer nothing be, inflicted upon me and you musn’t think…
That just cause I got a big nose and no savior I’m subhuman
The time is soon when I shall die and find entombment
But not underground, at the bottom of a pile of bodies
Waiting in line to be burned, while drying out; rotting
…When we arrived, we were shown to our filthy suite
My will is weak; the devil’s got a plan and he’ll succeed
Fuck the SS, fuck Heinrich, fuck Himmler
Fuck Adolf Hitler, fuck Eichmann and his sister…
I wish Eva Braun got raped by a Jew and amazed at how
She faced the doubt and really got her brains fucked out
Their deeds are far dirtier than the ground I ever walked on
The stench of death in the air makes it hard to stay calm long
I would’ve wrote sooner but I ain’t got a lot to pay for stamps
And besides, there’s no postcards in concentration camps
I clinch my fist at Schindler’s list cause I missed the pick
I wish someone would’ve told me, man… when was this?
Then one cold morning we were told to shower, it would be my last day but
I thought only of the water and not that it’s a gas chamber
Mass-anger, fear, and hopelessness erupted when the lights went out
I turned to my neighbor, cried and said, “The end of our lives is now”

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Title: I Am the World


I am the world, the oceans are my blood
Continents are skin; the atmosphere- my lungs
I've no energy left, you spent it all- now I'm done
But I can't leave, my life revolves around my sun
Even Jimi Hendrix called my Axis Bold as Love
The equator is my belt, but Atlas holds me up
Every time I sweat, it's like a thick dew falls
Plus I'm sexually frustrated; I'm a big blue-ball
If I ever get my ozone fixed, well that'll be the day
Why chop down the rainforests? I don't need a shave
My canyons are cuts & gashes break open chasms
Tectonic plates are muscles, earthquakes are spasms
Half of me shivers while the other half wallows in heat
I just wish the moon would stop following me
Volcanoes are my zits, spewing pus born in mantle
I've been here long enough to blow out 4 billion candles
My craters are bruises & I've got 'em all the way 'round
But who threw these rocks? Bullies on the playground?
I'm stargazing, staring every bright light down
Other planets are jealous I've got life right now
Just lay down on your belly… we'll be face to face
I am the world & all I do is take up space

[trap.]

Title: "Being OJ Simpson"


In '94, I was taking drugs; shit, I was even making some
Right after the third installment of the Naked Gun
Then came summer- the worst time of my life
I became an alcoholic with a curse known as my wife
We used to be in love when the back rubs were amazing
Then I thought of a use for those black gloves she gave me
…I just got home & it must've been god's omen
To put a stronghold on Nichole & Ron Goldman
Creeping up the steps… inside I felt despising
Then I came out & slit 'em with my Heisman,
The NFL prepared me well for wrenching heads
I cut em up so bad they'd be better dispensing Pez
Nearly decapitated, drenched in each other's crimson
That's what happens when you cease to love a Simpson
I thought I got away with murder but the cops never did
They wanted to question me so I got up & left the kids
Called up Al Cowlings, made him drive my white Bronco
Held a gun to my head in the backseat- I'm gonzo
I just wanted a fan base, something to hold the masses
…"We Love OJ" on signs hung from overpasses
My problems stem from the brain, I'm tempting my fate
I figured it was time to go back to my Brentwood estate
Where my lawyers were expensive & definitely crazy
…Al Shapiro, Johnny Cochran, F Lee Bailey
The jury was to be nothing more than impartial sharks
Who preferred their grandstanding to Marsha Clark's
You knew I was a sane assailant but afraid to say it
Lance Ito knew I hated Marc Fuhrman & Kato Kalan
But as soon as they said 'Not guilty', I was already drunk
That night I threw a huge drug orgy & called everyone
With all the obstacles overcome, I've had to be a hurdler
But I wonder if my kids know their daddy is a murderer

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Title: :Wrong Left Turn:

Wrong Left Turn
i'm unsung like the janitor... hauling off the waste
but hung like a calendar... i've always got a date
mathematically, its not like i'm passing your physics
or sticking mistletoe up my ass so you'll kiss it
think i'm nasty? well you haven't seen me with diarrhea
& youd've never thought i do it with the seat up
but Calamity Jane chain gangbangs & so what
i don't wanna be an adult when i grown up
Sho-Nuff, like Leroy's antagonist- Last Dragon is i
in the style of Bobby Knight, i bandstand on the side
then count to 100 faster than a C-note drops
i keep it locked down tighter than casino slots
you see those cops? i own em... but i owe em thirty bucks
anyone turns to puddy when you show em dirty sluts
my language is a mouthfull, accentuating vowels
use a double negative only when it sounds cool
i snuck into the movies though i knew some sucked
but i saw The Hitchhikers- it was two thumbs up
providing comfort to the paranoid suburbanites
cause nothing could prepare a boy to hurt a life
like Antiproevanistics, it never was a complex term
i came from where Bugs Bunny made the wrong left turn.
stop.

[trap.]

Title: "Being Ronald Reagan"


I was a terrible actor & even worse of a president
…The White House’s most cursed of its residents
Never use to stay sober until I was older & skilled
I was the 40th one & the nation was over the hill
Every one of my financial feats had hard core toejam
Take for instance Skylab & the Star Wars program
These days you kids just pass around a blunt (how could that be fun?)
I thought the war on drugs could actually be won…
Guess I was wrong- but tell me if it’s ironic enough
That I’m doped up cause of this Alzheimer’s I got
Ok, I’ll admit… when Nancy’s mad or in a fit
My only wish is that she had her other tit…
My speeches babble & then quit- but I communicated
Not like Walter Mondale… How could you debate it?
I wrote checks taxes couldn’t cash- & you signed on the x
Now I’m mostly responsible for the size of our debt
Ever since Hinkley shot me I’ve been full of deceit
Thank God Secretary Baker took that bullet for me
Now pull up a seat… I’ll be sincere 100%
I’m so old my social security number is ten
Do you suppose the nation did as my staff & I felt
Cause I managed to get an airport named after myself?
It’s the only thing of mine I’ll live to see erected
Be expecting me to brag about being reelected
You wanna act as if, but obviously you’re not me
I’m the one who told you, ‘Always eat your broccoli’
I governmentally rocked the boat, but now I gots to go
I’m late for my embalming with Bushy & Ross Perot

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COLLAB
Title: Ides of March (A sime production)
Featuring: Aloe Vera and E2


sime:

This is for the birds, like the bag lady throws bread
feelin .crumby. til i turned on some Radiohead.
i may be no Dred, but i pledge allegiance to Bob,
kid$ is money hungry today, sweatin Regis`s knob.
best believe this is odd, Forever duck the swarm,
call me a gay Bob Vila as i steady fuck the Norm.
i`m already up-to-warm, write shit with or w/out the bull pen,
hookt Bugz up w/. a few Karrots...this ain`t even the full geM.
i pull ends. stack cash with each line, i preach rhimes.
'explosive on land' even when i don`t 'speak mines..'
this be sime. forgetful? nah these kats just keep frontin,
well, act like you Kno and make a fresh beat or somethin.
my speech is bumpin, insert track for noise pollution,
i-net beef`s a blast (3 years ago), now it annoys this human.
keep employin amusement, while the rest of us laugh at you
only reason i beat Def was to get him to "act c0n-fused"
get quotes often, care less if ya sick, i choke naucious
and i don`t just push the envelope, i bomb the post office
this dope author`s posts one question, Got Weed?
sheeit, i get blazed rockin a blazer in a Blazer with Rasheed.
i make a Na-zi with openeyez, don`t ever hope to try,
the quotes are fly from E2, and Aloe`s posts are wise.
the mOs despised - i define smart and rhime with heart,
this hiphopdrunkie is the patron St. Ides of March.
the flyness is just a start... we`ll be doper next hour
pMp`s 'swish' in this game, balla`s who stay 'Net Prowlers.'

E2:

PmP is what I'm proud to be, so keep on looking out for me
While I creep up like outbreaks of foot and mouth disease
Drunk as fuck, metabolism slowing down like our economy
But after a couple bottles y'all don't correspond to me
The world is in high school, and everyone's keeping their ass shut
While I'm showing upperclassmen love like George Bush's tax cut
As for critics, I don't listen to those- French kissing a goat
My rhythm is suicide cause I'm never missing a note
Plus I can leave behind the war and even redefine the norm
Y'all must be selling high grade, cause we've seen your kind before
And you're only retarded cause thinking is harder to do
But don't take it personally, the world's just smarter than you
Life is an arranged marriage, we're all pre-paired to die
I'm strangling y'all like Caesars without an heir supply
I'm only for the ladies- so yeah, my dick is sexist
Pussy is cereal since I always eat Trix for breakfast
Opponents? Shit, I'll laugh at 'em again; half of 'em are gimp
Just sittin' trying to think of an acronym for PmP
And I know all about that cause it happened to me once
Who knows how many people I've met just asking to be one
So if y'all don't like my way of expressing my conscience
Please call 1-800 FUCK YOU for questions or comments
Now and then I live a little bit, though not frivolously rich
I can really make y'all look shittier than kitty litter gets

AloeVera:

Aloes up in this just to slaughter these wack granuals,
Fuck wine, I get Mighty and turn water to Jack Daniels,
Why run? You know i`ma confront ya Oedipus complex,
Breakin out, Can`t be 'taken out', I`m ahead of the context,
A regular bomb-threat, A kid who makes a sport of Resin,
I got the 'will to be' of a wilderbeest, I Phorce the legend,
Of course with Evan, Sime, And the rest of the pMp`z,
With the game more on lock than police evidence is,
Hesitant kids get stuck up, Fucked up in slow-motion,
Crumbs buy stocks in Jergens but never own the lotion,
I`m prone to smokin, But you`ll never see me go up in it,
In a world of option & choice our skills are still coveted,
Take your fill and spill under it, Leave the plains grazed,
You wanna 'see-sick'? Go take a ride on my 'brain-waves',
And name ways Aloe could leave ya with a folded chin,
Aloe gets in heads like when you smoke and hold it in,
Supposed to be molded in a norm, Guess what happened,
I fed change quarters, Sacked up, And then started rappin,
Took a Bizzare Ride to the Phar Cyde, Bashin the sky,
On average im high but Mary Jane keeps Passin Me By,
Rapidly tie loose ends, Oh, and i`d like to canibal nsync,
In with win streaks, We pMp`z think with animal instincs,
Calico brings heat, And thats along with Evan and Sime,
Set your clocks forward early cuz we`re ahead of our time..

[trap.]

Peacemongers
...after the book


Well it’s one, two, three—what Are we fighting for?




Most would say we conquer nations—& though it’s plain to see
We always maintain our claims are in the name of peace
I see George Bush in a cartouche smiting his enemies’ untruth
But they run loose—you can’t ever keep em all under one roof
The U.S. just might be the bully that says we don’t hit for fun
But to us Americans, disarmament means go get your gun
Won’t this be dumb? To see how many more enemies we make
& all those contingency plans… well, they better be in place
We’re going there to stand out—maybe take the damn crown
I get the feeling G Dub just wants to make his dad proud
So put your hands down—there’s no question he’s impetuous
His directive is at best a quest for inner detriment
I tried to protest the other day, but I got pushed off calm
When I said motherfuckers need to Drop Bush not bombs
It’s awful to breed hate—so solve it with a six pack of beer
I’m all for regime change… as long as it happens here
President, the fact is we need you—fuck the Axis of Evil
Did you know that most of their citizens are actually people?
Every deception seen seems to mean they’re the next to bleed
& plus the fact it’s ecstasy over there with the Texas Tea
You bet we’re taking the oil… or have it sold like cheap as fuck
But are they really weak enough to reach for us & deconstruct?
I’m afraid our congress are using their assholes to pee
They just wanna go to war so their gas’ll get cheap
We can’t go without proof—& so it’s not prudent
Cause it’s sounds too close to shit—like a Colin Powell movement
This shit, man—I think it’s getting hot—so we should really stop
Even though it’s flattering to have the English on our cock
No one lost in the arms race, they just bought up the farm late
& we don’t wanna get caught between Iraq and a hard place



(sentiments expressed are not necessarily shared by author)

i'm still PmP though


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Grad Lab adlib


Yo it’s E2, Everyman, Evan’s hand that don’t exist
Like Detmer on the sixth, kids, I’m back up in this bitch
Better crack open your text and turn to the apologia
Just read it to yourselves and learn to relax in comas
Here’s a little bit of humility, I’m impotent and it’s killing me
But I’m still giving a thumbs-up—phallic symbol of fertility
Living a life that might not be mine after all
As I lie back and fall off of Skylab then crawl…
From the Norfolk Islands, all the way to Northern Ireland
Cause the legendary are allowed to ignore retirement
I keep pounding the perilous down to embarrassment
Use to teach at Prowlers, but now I’m emeritus
I’m a bleeding heart attack survivor, I’ve been around the block
Not only the one in my artery but the one on which I walk
And I’ve seen you on your fake ass, fiending just to lay track
Searching for some hypodermic needle in a haystack
I’ll fuck with your heads till you got so much to regret
You could never sleep on me like procrustean beds.

Hi.

[Saint]

Langua, Lingua, Language

Chomsky thinks we got innate mechanisms
That facilitate language, it’s a vague definition
I know—but we weren’t programmed to work at this task
Social environment’s why we learn it so fast...
Universal phoneme perception at birth
Gives me the power to discern relevant syllables
From those that I need not learn in this system
So babbling to mastery, I see all its quirks
Every language on earth has its own sounds
That ain’t hard to learn, everyone knows how...
Indo-European, Athabaskan, Afro-Asiatic
Austronesian and everything in between it...
Language is associated with identity
It’s already in my unborn kid’s pedigree
Phonetics alone would just be too incidental
In addition to words you need suprasegmentals
Now Stop. Affricate. Fricative. Sonorant
Rhotic. Obstruent. Liquid. Whatever you want…

We polish up our knowledge of native phonology
Until we put kids through college, but honestly
When you hear those morphemes, it seems like morphine
You can’t ignore speech, I want some more… please…
Meaning isn’t always that easy to conceive
In the active acrolect, the greediness it leaves
Is residue of hegemonic ideology produced
to bind me with a truce, then blind me with the truth,
After one occasion do we rise to another
Was language made so we could lie to each other?
I’m not right handed, I’m left hemisphered
You don’t have to feel like your best friend is fear
Just don’t end up the pronoun in freeze tag
Or that’ll be it, some indirect speech act...

Take it (in)directly when the object leaves
In a broad sense I reach the onset of peace
And I’m easily convinced you’re as complex as me
So I’mma tell you my exact process of speech:
Thought is carried forth in a momentary lapse
Air is pushed up through the pulmonary tract
Then the tongue shapes it, makes it a creation
The lips articulating everything insatiably…
Then the sounds go straight to your head
Where you try to make sense of the statement that’s sent
Arabic to Swedish, Cantonese to Greek
Comanche to Korean, they’re asking me to preach...
Ladies and gents, I hope I satisfied your preferences
Email me with any questions or requests for references