"Outrunning the Cold" is leaving...

Outrunning the Cold is gone...not permanently mind you, but it will certainly be taking a vacay. It's going to come back with a tan, a hot Mediterranean significant other, and a taste for the finer things in life! If you've downloaded it, you can say that you knew it back when...

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The Work Before the Works

This is one of those ridiculous things that goes to show how crazy life can be at times. I have the opportunity to play in my hometown with legitimate OG's in the Seattle Hip-Hop game. Northwest Blessed to the 10th degree.

Choke Points: The Lyrics...

Stuck between choke points and a slippery slope, dude floated to the archery range and got poked. The attempt to avoid the same path and clear coast, would've made it if it wasn't for the meddling ghosts of his past life. Last time he said he wouldn't do it, but the shooter heard it before and said he'd have to prove it. Lose it or move it, excuses are useless. Who is in charge here and what made you do this? Called him wrong, barely knew his name. Very old song, new player, same game. Kept score by the pay and they don't give change, by the way rep yourself. What they give you is strange. Back to the scene of the sentencing, forced to settle for the deal with no real in-between. It seems everybody wants you in the system as long as your pockets got anything but lint in them.

Throw some ones at it, throw some ones at it. Throw some ones at it, throw some ones at it.

The date came. Explain how you got this way. Years in service and an overall disdain. Well the proof is in the bottle, let loose with every little swallow until the denizens model themselves after fiends they follow. Citizens of the real world seem so hollow. Plus the tolerance is off of the charts since the bottom dropped out and these escapades started. Pardon the diagnosis, I suppose it's something of a shock to your frail psychosis. That was it, one year of hypnosis. Decreed that it was needed any pleas would be hopeless. Now he goes to meetings with the purpose of beating back his demons with a pistol if they surface up. Overkill? Please, he deserves what he was dealt. Can't believe he had the nerve to try and curb it himself.

Let's not mention that special multiple offender who eventually will murder someone near to them. Have one in memory, dependent on chemically induced type of sympathies to prove the humanity within. They win. Spend dad's money again, so they can drive that hummy through the cemetery fence. Somehow it's adorable junior only gets a red wrist whenever he does something horrible. It's just the way of the world they created where judgement and justice are commodities traded on open markets, not even black ones We didn't start it but we sure let it happen. So now we're left to suffer their commandments, we simply can't afford the going rate for fair chances. Anytime that your ass catches static, throw some ones at it. Just throw some ones at it.

Heat Wave: The Lyrics...

This ain't a heatwave, this is alien heat rays. Invaders of the space made to keep all the greys away. I be the Name the Uncanny, missile commanding. Welcome to the sweltering corner known as landing zone four, one quarter of hot sixteen, an area where everything is not what it seems. See everything we say gets chopped and screend. The less they feel it, the more they scream. Delivery trumps any overall themes. What's deemed important is the way you perform it, conformists adore and support what's before them. Untill it becomes the next best thing. Then comes along the next big scene. That first thing is now the next best thing, as in second place to the best they've seen. Repeat.

Everybody likes to talk, talk, talk. All they end up doing is popping off. Everybody gotta prove they're so damn hot, don't mean to be rude but you're off of your rocker. Everybody likes to talk, talk, talk. All they end up doing is popping off. Everybody gotta prove they're so damn hot, don't mean to be rude but you're probably not.

This ain't a journey to the center of the earth, this is trips to the center of the dirt. Get strip searched and worked. I be the Name the Uncanny, please unhand me. This insanity can only lead to calamity. Ill directed, targeting the section most susceptible to these types of directives. My perspective is expected to blend with, everything I gouge from the end of my pen tip. They got tricks, pied pipers are inventive so they purposefully offend every one of your senses. At first you dislike it, you realize your like them followers and sheep latching on to the hype trends. Untill it becomes the next best thing. Then comes along the next big scene. That first thing is now the next best thing, as in second place to the best they've seen. Repeat.

This ain't irony refined, this is firing lines disguised as messiahs to the blind. I be the Name the Uncanny, fine and dandy. Find me demanding bland brands of plan b's. Anything to offset the stream of the same thing those old sources love to force feed. The retorts always being "You have to respect it" "You can't understand it" or "You can't be offended." Fuck that, I meant it when I said I can't stand it. Pardon Uncanny and his partial grandstanding, he wishes to be hand in hand with the glamorous and the people that have all the cameras. Untill he becomes the next best thing. Then comes along the next big scene. Suddenly he's not. He's the next best thing as in second place to the best we've seen. Repeat.

Whirlwind...

Tomorrow I have the opportunity to play in Portland, OR at Someone Clothing. Now, this is a venue change...you see, originally the idea was to play at The Calabash aka Calabash Club aka Club Calabash aka The Calabash Club aka what-have-you. I don't know how these types of things manifest, maybe venue condemnations/close-downs/shut-downs/blow-ups happen a lot in this line of work. I'm a self-proclaimed rook, but it seems "shit happens" is sort of the order of the day...so I am not even going to dwell on it. Hopefully, it is temporary...I love music, especially live music, and I would hate for venues to go the way of the Unicorn.

I will say however, that as menial as it seems...the fact that I am going to be playing in a different city, let alone in a different state, makes me feel fucking cool. I am humbled by the chance to say words rhythmically in front of people, hopefully I can make some friends...then fans.

Mat Wisner remixes R. Kelly, because the song hit so close to home...

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