ANTAKALIPA

Scar Sometimes a Mufasa will come out of nowhere to steal your throne, you kill him, they blame you when he was the one that triggered you. I am gonna kill me a king, I am kingslayer. Heroes get set up to take the fall. Making them easy targets, the ones to save the demsel in distress, crocodile tears flooding the ocean, drowning to save a lost course. Sometimes a Mufasa will steal your girl when you already called dibs on her, you betray him, they blame you when he was the one who did it first. You gotta hand out receipts, sometimes the disrespect gets rampant, shaking reality that they don't see who they are next to, a little taste of their medicine levels out the playing field. Sometimes a Mufasa will come out of nowhere to disturb the peace, you start smear campaigns and plot against him, they blame you. When you were next in line. How you gonna let an insignificant creature come out of nowhere to beat you in rank? Convincing everyone of his legibility and taking al...

Fedka the convict No good scoundrel, criminal, living through other people's labor. Victimizing the community, mugging, stealing, we need to show unity. Bring him to his knees, corner him so he doesn't terrorize the community. Scumiest scum of them all, resides in filth, Fedka the convict. Lurks in the shadows of the night to short change you, clean you out like an empty register. A target if you are walking alone, drunk, or can't register. Will take all your money, clothes and knife you to death, if you can't register. Fedka the convict, a scoundrel, a slave to his impulses. Won't woo a woman, he'd rather take by force to quench his impulses. Men not exempted, will spike his drink to quench his impulses. Scum, low life, irredeemable, rotten to the core, got released and did as before. Fedka the convict, serial stalker, observes in the distance and not a big talker. Then pops up in your face unexpectedly and you thought you were a walker. Not fast en...

SLEG I am sleg, shut the door on your face and put the key in the keyhole to deny you access, I am sleg, ya, sleg. Stand in your way to hinder progress, bin your papers so you don't process, I am sleg, ya, sleg. Heart black as sin, kwaal nothing you have seen, the examiner with a red pen failing students with zeal. Will void and temper your seal, just to see you beg and kneel, then deny you access because you pathetic and weak, closing powers like nothing you have seen. I am sleg, ya, sleg. Kwaal on another level, turn my back cause your not on my level. I am sleg, ya, sleg. Everything here is mine, mine, mine and you ain't getting anything. The perimeter is mine, mine, mine, you ain't getting in. Keep you out even in your dreams, will never ride with me even if you had cool rims. Jealousy and envy off the charts, deny you access even with the right paperwork so you don't enter these parts. I am sleg, ya, sleg. I enjoy seeing people suffer, see them squirm w...

Scum Scum, scoundrel, scumbag, piece of shit. Ya, didn't you know? Now you know, saved you a lifetime. Are you happy with my admission? Did you accomplish your mission? I live with mongrels, drunks and wifebeaters. Black and blue if she overextended, will take you for all you have if you are overextended. Scum, scoundrel, scumbag, piece of shit, now you know, use it against me. I don't care, wasting my time seeing myself in people who don't care about me. Claiming to be in my interests but wanting to control me. Using me to further their gains, to supply their inflated ego, what am I helium? Let's pop that ego. Spiteful pride, weaponizing even food, must be good for your ego. The thing about turning Babyface is that you have to break a few egos. Take that off, mine, mine, mine, endowed with modesty I see, paragon or virtue operating above your ego, I see. An angel blessed with the gift of purity I see. Tomorrow is not granted. You think I won't push the ...

KWAAL I hate everything about you, ke Kwaal, I hate the way you walk, you talk, you dress and your overall demeanor, ke kwaal. Don't know why I hate you so much but I just do, ke kwaal, you make my skin crawl and my blood boil, ke kwaal. It's your attitude, your mannerisms, you walk like you rule over everything when you ain't the boss of shit, kwaal, everybody must kiss your feet, everybody must supply you with sweets, kwaal. I would push you into a moving truck if I could, kwaal, you will never make it in the world, kwaal. I made you and you are nothing without me, kwaal, kwaal, kwaal! I hate everything about you, ke Kwaal, I will make sure you will never amount to much, kwaal, will start smear campaigns against your name, kwaal, will tarnish your reputation, kwaal, will do everything in my power to make sure that you don't set a foot here, kwaal. If I could, I would wipe you off the face of this earth with a snap of a finger like Thanos, kwaal. I don'...

Good and bad  Would I be an Adolf Hitler or a Josef Stalin or Mao? Would I be the person credited for almost ending the world if I had absolute power? Am I a good person or am I evil? Am I in control of my actions or just a puppet stringed along in this parody of a play called life? Is there such a thing called freewill? Is there such a thing called freedom? Am I really conscious? Do I really have thoughts or I am just deluded and everything I know comes from culture and mythology. Do I have it in me to kill in cold blood? To take away existence, confiscate the human soul out of its confines? Do I have faith? Do I believe in God, myself? Am I terrified of death? Can I put my trust in man? Do I have a hatred of life? Would torturing a human being bring me pleasure? Do I love myself? Am I happy? Would I kill my brother and rape my sister? Would I starve millions to make a point? Would I blame others for my inadequacies? Am I the image of God or extremely flawed? Is this a...

Femme Fatale I want a femme fatale like Sharon Stone, Hi Ginger! Hi there, Cleopatra. Hi there Robot Lady from Ex-Machina, I can't believe that boy fell for your tricks, what a moron! Hi there Albertine, thank you for the lessons Proust. I want a dangerous woman who will lead me to my eventual death. One who is a master manipulator who will attune to my moods like a satellite. A woman who will string my ego like Beethoven. Play me against my friends and family like a piano and reside in my subconscious mind like a repressed memory. I want a femme fatale who is narcissistic and gains from other people's misfortunes. A girl who is promicuous and dirty like linen on the washing line. One who uses her sexuality to make me yield. I want a liar who will make me suffer. I want a flirt who will fill my gastank with jealously and thoughts of suicide. I want a femme fatale to seduce me and play to my repressed desires. I want her to study and reflect my frailties like a mirro...

The Gulag Archiepelago IV: Fatigued I am tired, tired of complaining about the daily injustices of the Archiepelago, tired of not having a voice, they stripped us off our names and gave us numbers so we ceased to exist as human beings but as livestock. The message is simple; “You are now the property of the State, we own You”. I am tired of working for 9 straight hours. You can’t even finish your task quickly with the intent of rest because if you do, you’ll be given more work and if you refuse punishment awaits, work loves fools, a zealous horse doesn’t live long. I am tired of the insults and negative energy that suppresses confidence like a compressor, if you call a man a “pig” for 7 years, he’ll end up grunting. I am tired of not seeing my family. I forgot what they look like and my memory is failing, I don’t have pictures and I didn’t get the chance to tell them how much I love them. That’ll haunt me until my last breath. I am tired of living this comedy of an existenc...

The Gulag Archiepelago III: Labor camps August 1918, the term "concentration camp" was coined for the first time by the Soviets to refer to their own people who were imprisoned in their camps.  Before we go any further, I want you to register the words and internalize them. You are worthless, your life is meaningless, no one cares about you, your self-importance is an illusion, you are a cochroch, you have no rights, unfit to be treated like a dog, you are useless, you are a stupid shit head, you are insignificant and no one would care about you if you dropped dead right now.  That was the reality for people in labor camps in the Archiepelago. The labor camps were made for destruction, to break the human spirit and the human body. It was meant to cripple and decapitate any prospects you had for the future. You were meant to break down and crack, to be irrevocably shattered like a broken mirror. It meant to shatter your reflection, reducing you to a state of helple...

The Gulag Archiepelago II: God government The days go on and you get used to the torture tactics, you got used to the torture techniques, they all become internalized, a part of you, ingrained, permanently incrisbled from within, deep rooted, DNA and RNA defining phenema, they grow to be a part of you. Sometimes you might get 3 ounches of bread and 1 glass of water. Their rule was one bathroom break per day 6pm, no arguments, comply, observe and let things discipate in the sky like a memory, listen to God government, do what he says, he is right. I am God government. Don’t give me problems, I will change the sentence to 25 years, do you really wanna labor in a concentration camp all your life, or I could outride kill you, because hey, I am God government. You know what I did to one of you just 5 minutes ago? I shot him in the head for being a hero. You have no rights. There is no such thing as rights. I gave them to you and I can revoke them if I wanted, you stupid insignif...

The Gulag Archiepelago  Ever since I experienced my mortality, things have changed for me. While I did use death as intellectual concept to push me in daily endeavors, experiencing it was different. They had my life in their hands, that's powerful. I hear about people being robbed and killed every time in Gomora, I am bombarded by police vans and forensic teams on a constant. I know that evil lurks in the shadow of every human being. I know evil exists. My mind keeps on playing the interaction like "what if". What if I had too many drinks and I couldn't regulate my emotions? What if I wasn't attuned to their mannerisms and intercepted their thought process? What if they just yearned for blood? What if they had shot me and took all my belongings while I was on the ground bleeding to death? What about my loved ones and my family? What about my prospects and dreams? What happens in an alternate dimension? I've got no one to blame but myself. What woul...

Backstab me You can't Backstab me man, I see you.  Even what you think I don't know,  I see.  I saw you a long time ago.  The different smiles are all ingrained in my psyche.  Life isn't about your senses,  that's deception,  stay woke.  There's a lot we don't know and even that I know. Slow down fella,  calm down,  I know.  I am amazing,  but control your emotions.  Just admire,  compliment  and let things be,  move along,  just a fabrication of reality.  You can't Backstab me,  I have things sorted,  I am the best,  it takes the best to beat me.  Just know when I strike,  it's game over.  No chance,  I wipe you out.  Let's see how you play your cards.  Control yourself fella,  calm down,  let's be professionals,  its okay,  we can let this discipate into the sparks of life.  But it's still on record, And I see you, ...

Gaslight Me They trying to gaslight me, make me lose confidence in myself like a coward in a dance, moving to shake the essence out of my character and decapitate my prospects like guillotine. They trying to make me question myself like a judge with bad morality. They don't want me to soar, they want me to regress to mean. They plant ideas to make me doubt myself. They belittle my efforts and make me feel like I am not worthy to ride with them. They think I am dependent on them, they are trying to gaslight me. Propagating lies about me, fishing for my insecurities with a bait that doesn't interest me. Good effort, but you barking at the wrong tree. 

Schadenfreude I had a foe disguised as a friend who spread rumors about me and I happened to be in attendance when his life crumbled and so I smiled at his misfortunes, it was a case of schadenfreude and I reveled in his suffering. He deserved it, two timing son of a bitch, why would I feel sorry for a monster? Crocodile tears don't work on a porn star. I know I am evil but it's a property and not a character like how De Niro paints houses and does his own carpentry. Let him suffer, that's my official commentry. Body and bones decomposing in the cemetery. I have love but I can also practice hate, pulling heads out like masturbate. I have dark and impure thoughts. I hear voices in my head to push buttons and pull triggers. Killing in cold blood doesn't lurk in my shadows, it's illuminated by the sun. I am not a psychopath and indifferent to people's suffering, but my schadenfreude episode felt good. I am empathetic but don't piss me off for I can ...

We don't like the blacks We don't like the blacks here, they ain't like us. They are filthy, dirty and don't take baths. I spit on the face of a nigga. They are infested with diseases and spread them like a virus. They are a virus contaminated from the core. Worse than diarrhea and offsprings of tiks. Fucken monkeys, they must go back to Africa. They are impure and we don't want brown babies with big fat lips feasting on watermelons like it's doomsday. We don't like the blacks here, they are beneath us, everyone of them ought to be hanged or shot. They only useful as slaves, they were built to submit and serve. I say whip a nigga lover to death, we need to set examples, or better, burn them and watch their skins melt on their bones. Oppress and suppress their will to live, a happy nigga is a dangerous nigga. Keep them fighting amongst one another, we need to control them so they don't run riot. We don't like the blacks here, they are crim...

Putin Negotiating with niggas don't work, sometimes you gotta take what you want by force. If you swelling up nigga then we can combat, let's go! Being nice with niggas don't work, sometimes you gotta invade their privacy and haunt their subconscious minds. By being a recurring nightmare that's how you get their attention. Showing compassion to niggas don't work, they'll think you weak and will take advantage of your kindness. They take you for granted, that's why sometimes you gotta rearrange faces and deliver that punt kick. Complimenting and showing love to niggas don't work, you supplying the ego and fuelling their narcissistic tendencies, that's why sometimes you gotta deliver that low-blow to cut them down to size. Sometimes you gotta start a war and crush a nigga. Finish the job, no second chances, no apologies, pull the trigger aiming for that headshot. Don't show compassion, the time for talking and politics is over, it's...

THE PILLOWMAN Set in a totalitarian state, that's always fun. The subtext communicating that darkness and lack of control prevails. The story world is uncertain, suspicious and not sure of itself. It seeks resolution, justice and truth. The bounds of morality are put through a microscope. What's right? What's wrong? Are you right for suffocating your parents with a pillow because they abused you as child? Is taking another life ever justifiable? Definitely not a show for snowflakes. Murder, blood and torture are a running feature in the show. There's indifference in the murders by the characters for humors sake and just sociopathy. The story starts off in an interrogation room when a writer Kutarian is questioned of the murder of children resembling and mirroring what he wrote in his short stories. The details of the murders and his stories are identical. The detectives even find tangible evidence in his house of the victims severed body parts. The deaths ar...

Will Simp It's not my responsibility to make you happy, you must do that for yourself and I'll do that for me, we don't want a Will Smith moment. How dare he slap Chris Rock, invertebrate like a jellyfish, the biggest simp of all time! I ain't trying to please you and live up to your expectations, shit I am living my life too. If you constructing triangles to make me jealous, I'll make it easy for you, I don't want you anymore, go to him, she's all yours August. If my girl is easy prey, you can take her. No second chances after entanglements, no round tables, no mind games and no working to please you. It's not my responsibility to gage your feelings and emotions, manage them yourself. Don't make your problems mine, I am also going through stuff. This is my night not yours and the Academy is finally going to be honoring me for my hard work. Forget it, I am not going to transform like Optimus Prime because you gave me a look. "Keep my...

Underground Railroad The Underground Railroad series by Barry Jenkins is a masterpiece. It is uncomfortable, disturbing, difficult and painful. The depiction of slavery is earth shattering! Its so raw, exposed and unapologetic. The imagery evokes the feeling of dread and fear. The oppression is heavy as a 10 ton truck and the situation is just hopeless - it is what it is. Slavery is the most horrific event that has ever occurred in our history. It's so barbaric and lacks any conscience. Our ancestors had it bad. It was brutal. From the whips that devour your bloody mince meat back. To the fires that consume the body turning it to a coal. The total disregard for human life is heartbreaking. How are you better than me as a human being because your hue is diluted? Why are you offended by my melanin tone? Why do you have to humiliate me and disregard my right to life? Why is your God prejudice and so selective? We see characters lose hope - it's difficult not to lose ho...

The narcissist II: mine I ran into an old friend I used to attend school with. He was good, in great spirits, looked healthy but he wasn't happy with how I looked. He said, "You are so thin, is that you? You are finished." I replied "Yea, it is me." I replied to his sentiment disregarding the content obviously happy to see him. We engaged in a bit of small talk until he came back to his main point "You are so thin, you are finished my brother", we exchanged pleasantries and drifted off in different directions but his comments stayed with me. It was as if he were looking down on me, it was pity, a side of schadenfreude, he was in disbelief, I felt like a disgraced fallen soildier. A couple of days before, a friend told me I had lost weight and I agreed to his observations but I didn't think it was that bad. You mean I put on weight just to lose it again? Plausible, I was stressed and neglecting my eating schedule. Did you hear the whispe...