Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Beat - Allow me to kick it.
Stones Throw Beat Battle #170
Beat: Allow me to kick it.
Discover Simple, Private Sharing at Drop.io
Sample:
Discover Simple, Private Sharing at Drop.io
i'm talkin' bout
beats,
breakin wreckwordz,
saia,
stonesthrow
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Poetry: Brown Jesus by Sam (Usual Suspects)
[source: www.opshopmodels.com]
I’m looking for Jesus, I’m looking for the Brown Jesus
Its been 23 years
and i’ve convincingly outgrown my white sunday suits
Bible study bookbags are so 1997
and the gold spray-painted coating on my crucifix
is almost completely faded
I’m looking for the brown Jesus
I feel like i’m living on vending machine faith
I pray every night before I sleep
but one glittery glove doesn’t make you Michael Jackson
(can somebody in the church say Amen)
I’m looking for Jesus
Yeah i’ve got pictures of him in my house
but he seems
too photoshopped
too airbrushed
too mimesis manufactured for my liking
Yeah i’ve got pictures of him in my house
but they’re just a collage of facial verisimilitudes
compacted into a caucasion man
with dreamy blue eyes and wavey hair
(Somebody say Amen)
‘Make-up on empty space’
Hegemonic interpretations inposed onto its blindfolded faithfuls
I’m looking for the brown Jesus
They sell us Heaven and the idea of God like
drug dealers and crack
but i guess the concept of afterlife security
is marketable in any language
‘Heaven for the highest bidder’
Downloadable religions at down low prices
All you have to do is hand over your soul
and your credit card details
Order in the next 10 minutes and you’ll receive a stainless steel toaster
BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE…
Order now and the first 3 months are free
after that, you’re gonna be...
Read entire poem by clicking here
I’m looking for Jesus, I’m looking for the Brown Jesus
Its been 23 years
and i’ve convincingly outgrown my white sunday suits
Bible study bookbags are so 1997
and the gold spray-painted coating on my crucifix
is almost completely faded
I’m looking for the brown Jesus
I feel like i’m living on vending machine faith
I pray every night before I sleep
but one glittery glove doesn’t make you Michael Jackson
(can somebody in the church say Amen)
I’m looking for Jesus
Yeah i’ve got pictures of him in my house
but he seems
too photoshopped
too airbrushed
too mimesis manufactured for my liking
Yeah i’ve got pictures of him in my house
but they’re just a collage of facial verisimilitudes
compacted into a caucasion man
with dreamy blue eyes and wavey hair
(Somebody say Amen)
‘Make-up on empty space’
Hegemonic interpretations inposed onto its blindfolded faithfuls
I’m looking for the brown Jesus
They sell us Heaven and the idea of God like
drug dealers and crack
but i guess the concept of afterlife security
is marketable in any language
‘Heaven for the highest bidder’
Downloadable religions at down low prices
All you have to do is hand over your soul
and your credit card details
Order in the next 10 minutes and you’ll receive a stainless steel toaster
BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE…
Order now and the first 3 months are free
after that, you’re gonna be...
Read entire poem by clicking here
i'm talkin' bout
brown jesus,
poetry,
Sam Tanielu,
usual suspects
Friday, May 21, 2010
Audio: Cyphanetik Live On Late Night Hype
Heres a little a rap I did last year on the 200th episode of LNH with DJ Sirvere.
Cyphanetik hates the industry live on LNH by breakinwreckwordz
Cyphanetik hates the industry live on LNH by breakinwreckwordz
i'm talkin' bout
audio,
cyphanetik,
freestyle,
i hate the music industry,
lnh
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Free Download: Jay Roacher Mixtape Is Here!!
BREAKIN WRECKWORDZ, JAY ROACHER, AND ALPHABETHEAD PROUDLY PRESENT....
JAY ROACHER - JUDGE ME BEFORE YOU KNOW ME (MIXED BY ALPHABETHEAD)
01. Jay Brings the Terror
02. Wrong With Me
03. Don’t Be Nervous
04. It Ain’t Easy Freestyle
05. The Trip/Pages Freestyle
06. More Or Less Freestyle
07. Dead Wrong/Phantasm Freestyle
08. Trapped
09. Flashing Lights Freestyle
10. Flashing Lights Beat Juggle
11. Naughty Stewardesses (Intermission)
12. They Know Freestyle
13. All My Friends Are Half Dead (Cyphanetik & Orakle)
14. Chedda Get Low (Hash)
15. Feels So Good
16. Feels So Good (Shakuhachi Glitch Remix)
17. Hopeless Freestyle
18. Psych-Out!
19. Lithium Romp
20. Mouthwash (Kate Nash Cover)
CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD
JAY ROACHER - JUDGE ME BEFORE YOU KNOW ME (MIXED BY ALPHABETHEAD)
01. Jay Brings the Terror
02. Wrong With Me
03. Don’t Be Nervous
04. It Ain’t Easy Freestyle
05. The Trip/Pages Freestyle
06. More Or Less Freestyle
07. Dead Wrong/Phantasm Freestyle
08. Trapped
09. Flashing Lights Freestyle
10. Flashing Lights Beat Juggle
11. Naughty Stewardesses (Intermission)
12. They Know Freestyle
13. All My Friends Are Half Dead (Cyphanetik & Orakle)
14. Chedda Get Low (Hash)
15. Feels So Good
16. Feels So Good (Shakuhachi Glitch Remix)
17. Hopeless Freestyle
18. Psych-Out!
19. Lithium Romp
20. Mouthwash (Kate Nash Cover)
CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD
i'm talkin' bout
alphabethead,
free download,
jay roacher,
judge me before you know me,
mixtape
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Beat. Think Im Crazy.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Audio: Jyeah Remix of On My Own
Now this is truly dope. Loving this track. By the bro Jyeah... gotta check this!
Usual Suspects - On My Own (Jyeah Remix) by Saia
Usual Suspects - On My Own (Jyeah Remix) by Saia
i'm talkin' bout
jyeah,
on my own,
remix,
usual suspects
Audio: Rizzy Phoenix Sweet Tooth Remix
You can check it out Rizzy Phoenix' remix of Usual Suspects song "Sweet Tooth" by clicking here. If you liking that, he also did a remix of "Wreck Tee" featuring J-One (Red Eye Society) and Tyson Tyler.. which is here.
i'm talkin' bout
audio,
Rizzy Phoenix,
sweet tooth,
usual suspects
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Poetry: Eat My Shorts
Heres a collection of short poems by Sam Tanielu (Usual Suspects) wrote, inspired by a poet called Richard Brautigan. The collection is called 'Eat my Shorts'
I had a job once
I had a job once.
The end.
Text message
After texting her to say goodnight like i always do
I think i accidentally fell in love with her again.
She doesn’t know it though, so
i’m going to sleep with the same stupid smile i had when i was 6 years old,
i farted inside church and nobody was around
I hate the internet
I hate the internet.
On my birthday, some internet arsehole
will think he’s clever and say to me
‘Happy brithday, you’re only as old as your facebook status’.
Dining Table
We laughed tonight,
she was sitting opposite me at the dining table and i pretended
i wasn’t staring at the way her lips created a smile
out of thin air.
Insomnia
I can’t go to sleep
so i’m eye-fucking the computer screen
hoping i will get it pregnant (how will she tell her parents?)
and it will give birth to a digital baby
and its digital so it doesn’t take 9 months to arrive
it takes two seconds
and now i’m paying child support
through online banking
and i have a digital baby that shuts down when
i want it to.
Yesterday
Yesterday I buried an aborted foetus in the backyard
Haphazardly trying to hide my secret from the world
But when i cried, my tears that were ironically pregnant with guilt
Fertilised the foetus and from the mess of mud grew a flower.
Baby dreams
I often wonder what babies dream about
I think its like when you buy a new wallet and there’s a picture of somebody else in it
Maybe baby dreams are the same, their dreams are already pre-packaged for them,
until they are comfortable enough to dream for themselves.
You can find Sam's poetry at http://opshopmodels.wordpress.com/poetry/ where he will be putting up new work regularly.
I had a job once
I had a job once.
The end.
Text message
After texting her to say goodnight like i always do
I think i accidentally fell in love with her again.
She doesn’t know it though, so
i’m going to sleep with the same stupid smile i had when i was 6 years old,
i farted inside church and nobody was around
I hate the internet
I hate the internet.
On my birthday, some internet arsehole
will think he’s clever and say to me
‘Happy brithday, you’re only as old as your facebook status’.
Dining Table
We laughed tonight,
she was sitting opposite me at the dining table and i pretended
i wasn’t staring at the way her lips created a smile
out of thin air.
Insomnia
I can’t go to sleep
so i’m eye-fucking the computer screen
hoping i will get it pregnant (how will she tell her parents?)
and it will give birth to a digital baby
and its digital so it doesn’t take 9 months to arrive
it takes two seconds
and now i’m paying child support
through online banking
and i have a digital baby that shuts down when
i want it to.
Yesterday
Yesterday I buried an aborted foetus in the backyard
Haphazardly trying to hide my secret from the world
But when i cried, my tears that were ironically pregnant with guilt
Fertilised the foetus and from the mess of mud grew a flower.
Baby dreams
I often wonder what babies dream about
I think its like when you buy a new wallet and there’s a picture of somebody else in it
Maybe baby dreams are the same, their dreams are already pre-packaged for them,
until they are comfortable enough to dream for themselves.
You can find Sam's poetry at http://opshopmodels.wordpress.com/poetry/ where he will be putting up new work regularly.
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