ANTAKALIPA

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...

antakalipa the philosopher We all try, we all piqued with imperfections. Life is a subjective experience, no one can define it for us. We have to do it for ourselves. There is no blueprint for a successful life and happiness is a fleeting experience. One thing is certain though, life is suffering and consciousness a burden. We born into a world that is in different to us and we all going to die. Boredom is inescapable and persistent and God might turn out to be our greatest lie. We need him to attain a state of sanity because without him, we have nothingness. Life can't be nothingness, it has to mean something. Science attempts to solve the how but can't explain why, because how can consciousness explain itself? It's an impossibility, like biting your own teeth. I think, therefore I am, good try Renee Descartes but what is this "I", how can we be sure of it? Maybe life is a simulation, we are certainly programmed by socioeconomic factors. It's a fa...

Pap & Cabbage I was never chasing money, I was always chasing dreams. My soul yearned for quality stories and content. I have that, I succeeded with flying colors. When money was mixed in the equation, those above me took advantage of me and used it against me. They ruled over me like tyrants because they saw the power they had over me. So I cut the money off so I could be free. Free of tyrants who thought they could dictate my life like God. Free of restrictions and redtape of the uniform. I was rewarded with more stories and content. I fell deeper in love with performance arts. I met amazing people. I never would have achieved this had I clinged on to the little money I was getting. I would have been sluggish, I would have been a slave to my impulses. I would have been trapped, living in a cycle of fear, abiding by false narratives, pleasing people who don't care about me and my dreams. But that's not the case, I am hungry and relentless. I am also "dot.c...

Lower state of development You gotta love me or leave me alone, you gotta love me or leave me alone. I can't believe I have to address this again but my spirit demands this. I understand why we at the bottom, it's because of a lower state of development. It's the inherent hate we have for ourselves, when it's suppressed, it's projected onto other people who look just like us. So we live with this denial oblivious to the fact that it runs our lives. We sabotage each other, we spite each other, we never rise up, we trapped in a loop, the shadow has us, all this lower state of development. You gotta love me or leave me alone, you gotta love me or leave me alone, I am bigger than all this, the passive aggressive energy, the hate, the lower state of development. I don't owe anybody anything, this I extend to everyone, my closest family members and friends included. If you think you have an influence on me because of materials, this will disappoint you. If...

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...

Spiteful bitch Spiteful bitch you made me stronger. I am laughing because you thought my back was against the wall but I couldn't be more stronger. Should have believed you when you spewed hate against me but I was younger, vulnerable, confused, looking for your validation, when your heart was on vacation. You didn't care, left me abandoned like a building occupied by drug addicts. Maybe I was an addict, craving for your love, that was never given. Instead you played the victim, when you are the one who opened your legs for that big dick. Should have wore a condom and avoided the leak from that big prick. What dreams? Don't make me sick. Spiteful bitch you made me stronger, overplayed your hand, using the same maneuver, you became predictable, thought you were my God, how predictable. Searching for my weaknesses with a microscope so you can use them against me, weaponizing food to get at me. The presence of mind to know what works on you like Cain when he killed...

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 ...

humble.  Overwhelmed by the magnifence of life. There is an intelligence that spurs existence. It knows our hopes and dreams. It cheers us on when we are down, it pushes us past our limits, it inspires us to think things anew. So I am humble, it keeps my feet planted on the ground. Ego and pride aside, it doesn't build anything, it's destructive, masquerading as something constructive. It deceives, claiming the glory for itself like you wouldn't believe. Because it's hard to conceive of something that's spiritual and mystical because you can't perceive. But oh, it exists, operating on different realms and dimensions. It knows our nature, what we are like when nobody's looking, it's based on casuality from the effects that started it. So I am humble, knowing everything counts. Cheesy, I know how it sounds but things are seasonal and nothing is out of bound. What you want exists in the present tense, it's yours, you don't have to be ten...

DARKIE! Darkie, Hates his own kind, To elevate him, He'd rather die. Darkie, Hates his own kind, To promote him, Would make him cry. Darkie, Burdened by the color of his own skin, Wishes he could shed it off, Cause black is the color of sin. Darkie, Brings his own kind down, While elevating the lighter skin with a crown. Darkie, He hates himself, Wishes he were something other than himself, Has a low opinion of himself, Projects all his insecurities on everyone other than himself. Darkie, A consummate actor, Masquerading as something he is not so he can be a factor, When he finally got in, Banished his own kind out of the sector. Darkie, Intimidated by other darkies, Offended by other darkies, Hates to see the success of other darkies, Trashes them, Makes him feel like he is not a darkie. Darkie, Hates his own kind, To elevate him, He'd rather die. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2zaioCHHIK4

Haters IV: Idiot, mutt.  Better haters please, I am still here, confidence bulletproof, they took shots but no holes and you can see the proof. Improved effort, better than the last batch of haters. I extend my congratulations, this time I saw the manipulation tactics, gaslighting, labeling, smear campaigns, the blatant lies, all the stuff that usually works, but you dealing with the great man here. Better haters please, you can't get me to react. Tantrums and blowing like a blowfish won't get me to react. All that hot air gets you carried away, floating, soaring out of control. Labels? Who you trying to control? Damn! Just when you thought you had all the answers, I changed the questions. Idiot, mutt, what did you do? Why would I listen to you? Better haters please, the last batch was predictable. Moves transparent and textbook but you dangerous and unpredictable? Walked away without a scratch but we were at war? Figured I was in trouble when you said you were goin...