ANT the RANT Brass Knuckle Poets Society's blog: "Words"

American Psycho

I'd rather do for others, than do for self - that's my inner-peace, my mental health. "There's just somethin' about you." I'm deeper than a well. I'mma nurture my pack; all these worldly concerns can go to Hell. "I like the way you speak." Then, wait 'til I exhale. I can carry the world on my back, and I can do it well. I'm the salt of the earth - you rot the flavor from ya' self. I play the cards I was dealt. I'm all in, it's hard, but it helps - to walk in faith; my swagger is wealth. If I get hungry, I just tighten my belt. They could burn the Bible, I'll just go west like Denzel, stay my course, there's no need to bail. Ba'al tried to steal my thunder; it's no accident I grind in stealth - it's a miraculous wonder. I carry the Word in me, and everything that's not of the Word will be ripped assunder.

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here comes another glorious blister ball, listening to lykke im likely to let it fall, stoppin is not an option, this is not a casting call, you put out, dirt up on yer fabric like fuck yo couch, with no doubt "what im s'possed to do bout my legs charly murphy!? and still spouts, nonsense in a sensible sense yet still commendable, dangling from my bars, realizing yer expendable, expansion in my topics leads scholars to jock the mandible, avant garde extension of expression yet understandable...

ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT

uncanny cannibal flow, dammit that man- be the Drow, and Savv-rock the bro, the American Psycho, who's liable, to hurl stones at those, like catapults to distant foes, we throw these blows, over instrumentals, the body is our temple, but fundamental is the mental, my manner gentle, up on a pedestal, but a little fuckin judgmental, sometimes sappy and sentimental, and if I offend you- it was totally accidental, I'm one hell of a friend though, pat my self of the back, I love myself and it shows, life can be so simple...as the song goes.

and as simple as it is, is as simple as we keep it, alotta cats walk around thinkin that yer boy's preachin, but alas im just teachin, prose in the flow, pro's as to drow is to pro-fession'oh, no he didnt, know that the lessons that he's speakin's worth keepin..im prolly jus geekin..like yer prolly home sleepin..poison to the souls only purpose is to weaken, slap ya with some syllables like ya head against some cement, so i says what i meants and meant what i says in every instance...compliments the instruments my intellects a detriment to suckas damn straight i meant it when i said it..

straight bull-headed, high octane unleaded, I charge it, to my credit, you gotta have that credit, with some 'bility, gifted, rap steez, delivery, we drop bombs, like military facilities, all else be coming after me, proxy, or secondary, to my squadron, the BKP-society, we keep battle ready, game on, no time for practicing, attack with chivalry, Don Juan or Giovanni, we never run from any type of afterparty, open mic to emcee, best believe, we bring it to you lively, vividly, 3rd eye CCD, high efficiency, colors on IMAX 3D, all up on your computer laptop screen, these dudes is just too mean, we drop into the scene, key you out like some chroma green, cut the full clip in editing, hang with models a trip too be seen in magazines, I'm such a Los Angeline, cos the paparazzi follow me, when they see me, walkin out the limousine, like it was prom night, and I'm dating the home-coming queen, and she's about satisfy me, because when we get home, I'll probably be cummin on this queen, like oops pardon me, this Hollywood True Story, feels like it's so fucking empty, because my life be... runnin on E! ...and I'll be lying if I said say I wasn't metro-styling like Ryan Sea... crest. my B...K reps fresh, like we showed up dressed to impress, but we just pull out whatever from out the closet, dip out to the set, best in the west, self-subscribed superiority... I'm so complex, so fuck the rest, I'm not heartless, it just no longer fits in my chest, best believe, I wear it on my sleeve, pumpin loudly, to the be-be-be-beeeeeat, the metronome beeps, like an EKG, I'm on some slick sly shit, like the KBG, playin War Games, like theaters back in 1983, that's right motherfuckers IMDB, because I-M Nerdy, you get the picture, I-M that G, image, braggadocios P-I-M-P.

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damn fam...ill do my best to follow that shit...but im pretty sure you killed it...lemme breath on this....

this is tactics of sun tzu, comin straight to battle you, now whatchu gonna do?..scurry troops to high ground, only chance you got to survivin in this battle now..gather when the opposition's weak, move while he sleeps, position for the benefit, that terrain keeps, do you really have a choice? listen to my voice..am i dictatin to you? or do i dictate what you chose? This is this art of war, been a student since before, tactics was deplored, now this is exactly that, i will dictate what you gonna do, wonder what its coming to, scrap yer battle plans as this is all something new..my verses move in silence, while they move upon you, graceful and as fluidous tactic are congruent with, rivers over flowing and the chosen bein chosen, listen for the moment when battle horns get to blowen....

fuck, im drunk...200ML of 100 proof schnapps & a 40 oz. are responsible.

ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT

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Deeper, than the superficial, underneath the damage of my scar tissue, I got some serious fucking heart issues, I try to paint the perfect picture, with the bristles, of my eyelashes, crystal clear tears fall like plane crashes, against my face when it splashes, the fact is, I got a flare for the dramatic, and everything I care for, turns tragic, the son of an actress, with a gun under his mattress, never been one to run from any static, but when my problems stack it's, enough to snap the back of Atlas, just too much for me to bare alone, I'm standing here bare bones, scared I'm my own home, and prayor can't save me from what I'm on, the devil doesn't even dare me anymore, he sits there in his chair and stares, into my soul, with a grin that I have seen many times before, he looks down to the floor, and carves my mother's name into the floor boards, with his pitchfork, and asks me who I cry for, took away the only thing I had to keep me and my, brother warm, from the violent storm, now we've grown to be quite old, reside on opposite coasts, at each others throats, sibling rivalry turned cold, as everyday passes, memories fade like smoke, we used to be so close, I looked up to him the most, Andrés, the oldest bro, and I'm let this go, en español, oye tio, tu y yo, jóvenes jugando con gamberros, algo cerca de perros, sera un poco feo, pero esa era la manera verdadera, en las calles cuando estuvimos fuera, de nuestro tierra, en los estados unidos, fuimos, con cajas llenas de libros, una mujer sólita con dos hijos, encima, estudiante latina con ganas de una vida fina.

American Psycho

And there he goes again, Lamentations over man's sin, akin to the way Jermiah scribed about the Babylonians. You'd think the man was born again, droppin' Proverbs like King Solomon - the kisses of an enemy, deceitful, faithful are the wounds of a friend; which proceeds to song 27: verse 10, delve deep, it's as true today, as it was back then. Pain is life, but if you hold the tree, you'll eat right, when the fruit is ripe, we gain through strife, maintain your might, drop your burden and sing a song of praise tonight, give thanks for the fight. Iron sharpens iron, that's why we keep our circle tight. Brothers from another mother blowin' purple, fellowship, what a pleasant sight. I laugh at the Devil, when I look him in the eye, 'cause his is a sad, sorry plight - defeated before it ignites; deceit hides from the light. So grind on, you got a bishop on your left and a rook on your right.

ANT ᵀᴴᴱ ЯANT

Behold the white knight, inside of me, fight with the righteousness, of a divine trinity, brass knuckle fighters, and writers of poetry, despite inequity, or any type of adversity, reliable viable members of society, blissfully, we rise like the tides in the high seas, Leviathans of our own esteem, teeth to our enemies, our scales too thick for your lies and deceit, we confide in our beliefs, our pride is unique, respect to Ameri Psy and to Each, two sides of the same leaf, branches from the same tree, our roots reach deep, across Cali, from the mountains to the valley, from the levies, to the beach, out to the city streets of concrete, rivers lakes, and streams, and everything in between, we flow freely, and you can't shake our leaves, bringing shade from the heat, to a place to stay when you need to duck under and sleep, beneath our canopy, it's not a sacrifice for me, I offer it free, because they way I read, proverbs passage 3, states, to do what is right and just, to another human being is more acceptable to the king than any sacrifice given to appease. so I walk through my own valley, humbly, amoungst the disease of envy and greed, celebrity, and bigotry, a microcosm of what you see on your tv... I'd rather be, texting words like HAITI or YELE, to help those in need. One Love, the seed, planted a while ago, by the one and only Mr. Bob Marley. Rastafari. May he Rest in Peace.