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Wednesday Journal of Oak Park gets its flow on
Hop hipShoutout to my man David Pierini for a great article/photos on The Flow! Check it out…
Forest Park Review covers the Flow!
Hop hipFrida Kahlo (beats by Weight)
Hop hipFrida Kahlo has a hell of a unibrow,
How she grew that I donāt know how.
But that caterpillar is fatter than my fattie.
I know yo mamma like it, but whoās yo daddy?
From bad to worse, I rehearse these verses.
Code blue, stat, call up the nurses.
Hearses idle, some dead men walking.
But Iām a Pac Man, keep a waka-waka-wakking.
Hawking my wares, wherever they buyinā.
Made a killing on the Elders of Zion.
Frypan beatdown, got killt with a skillet.
Crashed the kosher code, some goy asked will it
Be the death of you, home? Well, nobody knows,
But these Old Testament testicles can take a few blows.
Foes fall back, weebles start to wobble.
People keep talking, all I hearās turkeys gobbling.
Some start to sobbing, speaking in tongues,
Saw Jesus in a nacho; at the top of my lungs
I keep preaching these heretical gospel.
Reaching yāall heathens with boy band apostles.
Sight for sore eyes, this vision is sordid.
Zap pests like Orkin, rhymes never aborted.
Sorted out friends from foes with a flourish.
Put rap on a seafood diet, nourished.
Sure as shooting this aināt the most
elevated discourse ever ā so why donāt you shoot me?
Never before have I heard such stupidity.
But it donāt matter, Iām all about liquidity.
Rid of me? Not yetāI last like a head cold.
If this were poker youād be fixinā to fold.
Hold my drink, lemme take care of this one.
One more run-and-gun youngbloodās one and done.
Fun! Iām a 4-ring circus.
Got one extra for Angela Merkus.
Lurk late, strike straight, thin gin, I sin,
Got so many rhymes donāt know where to begin
Or endābut friend, I never do,
This brain is wired with a never-ending loop.
Ingrain the sounds Iām throwing at you.
Insane the clown possibility, chew on this,
Donāt choke, best chomp thoroughly.
Donāt wolf your food or this face most assuredly
Will be the last thing youāll ever see.
Face worth than death, fate you donāt want to be.
Yo B, I got D like Urlacher.
Get hit with this, got lots the matter.
I lick batter from lyrical beaters
Bake cakes with fakersā Apollo Creeds
Or Pontius Pilates, I do pilates,
With thesaurus and dictionary, karate.
Verbal judo, Ju know what Iām sayinā?
Eat broccoli crudo, smoke cruciferous, slayinā
The wolves thatās bayinā with ridiculousness,
Proud to say that Iām known as a hot mess.
Loch Ness monsters seek anonymity,
I seek the white-hot spotlight, B are you feelinā me?
Killers from Space (beats by The GeekSquad)
RandomocracyTidal Wave
RandomocracySwatch
Hop hip
Iāve already arrived, but I keep on moving
The sound of my own wheels turning is soothing.
Grooving my mind along to this smooth vibe.
If youāre feeling it the way I am, then gimme five.
Or gimme a Jackson or a Hamilton or a Grant.
The flow I got makes ladies lose their pan-ties
I make it rain underwear.
Angel donāt know and the Devil donāt care.
Fair enough, yeah, Iāve probably fouled out.
I come north but my brain went south.
Mouth that roared, mouse that soared.
Riding my bike Iām getting windowed and doored.
Sword swallower couldnāt stomach what I got
There aināt no point, Sir Lance-a-Lot.
I eat Lance crackers from vending machines
Itās a Southern thing, yāall know what I mean?
Mason-Dixon, Iām fixinā to cross it.
I reckon Iāll get my some Spanish moss, it
Grows on trees, down Florida way.
I come to Chicago, seeking a smarter way of living
Now I got four seasons worth.
Went to shoveling snow from riding surf.
Dearth of intelligence, thatās what some a yāall ād call it.
But lifeās like a two-by-four, you got to saw it.
Some got a hatchet, some use floss.
Me Iām gnawing my way through like a buck-toothed moth
Aināt too pretty but I gonā get her did.
Mouth full of sawdust, you canāt rid of me so easy,
Iām an obstinate insect.
So damn smart Iām might be defective.
Say āTime flysā I get me a stopwatch
Clock āem in the 100 meter, believe it and watch.
Donāt believe me just watch.
Donāt believe me just watch.
I got a pink and green Swatch.
Donāt believe me just watch.
I knit swatches of words into quilts.
Throw cover throwdown, stitch and bitch with MILFs
Bills getting bigger and so is my crib.
Iām so damn old I remember womenās lib.
Iām so glib I got my own language,
Used Adamās rib to make me a sammich.
Famished? Then get a taste of prime prosciutto.
Iām filet mignon of tube steak, you know
You canāt find better than this cut of meat.
Best believe it, Iām beyond belief.
King of the organ meat, Schenectady butcher,
Demi Moore didnāt ride on Ashton Kutcher
As hard as I push it when I get the flow goinā
If Iām a Girl Scout cookie, Iām an angry Samoan.
Dizzy (beats by The GeekSquad)
Hop hipYou got dizzy, I got busy with your girlfriend
Circular logic, I whirl peas without end.
Metta World Peace changed his name back to Artest
Just to get with this goodness, yāall must confess
Donāt know what Iām sayinā, but itās got that certain,
How do the French say, ābehind the curtainā?
Door number 1, I mean, āMenage a trios,ā
Door number 3 and whore number 3 got me so hard
Iām bout to break, bout to blow the scene up
The next backpack rapper that say, āYo, āsāup?ā
Is fixing to get an earful of fredlicious flow.
Itās nothing youāve heard before, nothing you could know
Aboutāabout time, time flies, flies die.
I smote insects got a bug-zapper eye
BallāIām ballinā here, Iām a menace to tennis.
Ping pong quick wit, so far from senescence,
Evanescence, I make fools disappear.
Pull a rabbit out your ass and dead presidents from my ear.
Making money, they call me The Treasury.
My 3-pointers fly so smooth, so feathery.
Leather never felt so good in the net.
Never touch iron, do it clean, thatās what she said.
Freddy Flow flows, that much is certain
Pay not attention to that man behind the curtain.
Alertinā yāall to a new way of thinking
Sinkinā Battleships, G-5 like Lincolns.
Winkinā at pirates, the parrot got nasty,
Mother buccaneer, birdbrain, avast ye
Sea dogs, seamen, Iām flush with C-notes,
So well-tailored even my briefs are bespoke.
Already spoken for, Iām booked for years
Iāve got more green than Iowaās got ears of corn,
Just informing you, an FYI
Future porn star, girls got an eye for this straight guy.
Donāt sleep on this, aināt no Posturpedic.
I got what you want but you might not need it.
Iām so gratuitous, like a gratuity
Keep these rhymes flowinā in perpetuity.
The hip-hop game is somewhat new to me
But youād never know by this flow, Iām Mookie B.
B for Blaylock, Iām an old-school baller,
On the come-up, cominā out the holler.
Into the light, out the redneck backwoods.
Donāt pack heat pack lunch split wood
With one mighty blow, but never split an infinitive.
Flow like Flomax, I spit it infinite.
Academic
Hop hipItās all academic when I get on the mic,
your idiotic semiotics best take a hike.
I got tenure on you, I publish, you perish,
Immaculate reception, ballinā like Franco Harris.
Ferris Buellerās day off, but Iām on sabbatical.
You a hole in the ozone, Iām a free radical.
Madagascar, I bought me an island,
Shorty got low low but me Iām so high man.
You think youāre K2 but Iām freaking Everest.
Best start prayinā now cuz Iām the very most reverend.
I spit it irreverent, your shit is irrelevant,
By time you got started I done came gone and went.
Left with your girlfriend, but donāt worry, I bring her back,
She might need from you some of what I might lack.
On second thought, check that, best say your goodbyes now.
Dogs in me speaking bow wow wow.
āWowāās what she said when the Freddy Flow dropped,
Iām Kristal, youāre Ripple, this shitās getting popped.
You can sop up some grease with the heel of the loaf
If you want to homes, I got bread enough for the both
Of us, just feel lucky Iām sharing.
Whatās your chickās name again? Oh, was it Sharon?
Now sheās my secret Sharer, aināt talkinā no Conrad,
To the hilt in the Hilton, got the flow she aināt never had.
Bad to be you, but it could be worse,
Iām running road blocks, putting chumps in a hearse.
The first shall be last, so Iām way way behind you.
Last shall be first, you canāt see that Iāve blinded you.
finders keepers, you sleep walking, Iām ballinā.
number one with a bullet while your bullshitās fallin.
Hall and Oates is your musical model,
Iām a bottle of Hennessey, youāre a ship in the bottle.
You got blotto, Iām 85 proof,
The proofās in the pudding, you think youāre so bad-ass ruthless
but I got news for youā
youāre Ruthless just ācuz your chick Ruth left you.
she used to be Sharon, but she changed her name,
didnāt want no connection to you, aināt that a shame.
Fame is a bitch, but youāre looking at infamy,
Youāre the same old same old, but me Iām a symphony.
I got game, yo, you got hobbies,
you holding the door while I stroll into lobbies.
Donāt start sobbing, Iāll slip you a 20,
aināt nothing to me, Iām good and plenty,
Youāre a lemonhead, I got beans like Boston,
Iām 6 million large like Major Steve Austin.
Boss of you, Iām lightning and thunder,
youāre a lightning bug, get your wings torn asunder.
under my thumb, youāre a mote in my eye.
youād throw ādumbā in this rhyme and think you so fly.
Why you always getting up in folksā butt cracks?
Your flow is fictional, but these are the facts,
āWackā donāt do it to describe all your flaws,
with me they hit play, with you they hit pause.
Put some gauze on this wound Iāve inflicted,
None a yāall coulda never predicted,
that Freddy Flow could bust all these sweet rhymes,
youāre a lemon, yo, but me Iām sublime.
Keep it rolled underneath me
Hop hip
Girls are burning with optimismās flame.
Gamed the system, Miss Pessimismās claim to fame is:
That she knew me back when.
Trees fall in the forest, Iām all about the zen.
Got a yen for yāall and a lust for life.
Took two in the morning, took a third for a wife.
Third timeās the charm, got a four-alarm fire.
Plead the fifth, get my drift, arouse ire.
Aspire to greater heights, where mighty mites tremble,
Canāt nip these ankles, I never dissemble.
That means ālie,ā some-a yāall better look it up.
Tectonic plates about to subduct
got nothing on me, Iām deep like Dante.
Open more doors than Monty.
Get caught in this maze, I ate all your cheese,
Set phasers on āstun,ā catch this disease.
Canāt match my release, I never get sacked,
Unfair like the 12th man, thatās just the facts, Jack.
Maximum wage for the minimum work,
Never choke my chicken, I put on the jerk sauce,
get tossed like a Caesar salad,
Like a one-hit wonder gonna sing this ballad
Over and over till the hooks get pallid,
Foul is fair and fair is fouled.
Just fouled out but I donāt play Hack-a-Shaq,
Ref blew the whistle, illegal crackback.
Stack up my sins till they reach sky-high,
Anointed with ointment, I am the fly.
Sighānot another plain white rapper;
But me, Iām eponymous, like Charles R. Crapper!
He invented the toilet, I reinvented myself,
Flush with success, I reinvent wealth.
It aināt about Kristal and finger sandwiches,
More PBR and sloppy joe manwiches.
Damn, got switched, separated at birth,
Fell from Graceland back to earth.
Surfed a tsunami, got me some yoni,
But stuck with tuna, ācuz the phony baloney went bad
right about when I got good.
Wood in the morning never misunderstood.
Foot on the table, nine inches underneath it.
Got good genes that my daddy bequeathed me.
Yāall canāt see it, keep it rolled up beneath me,
Made all the girls swear theyād never leave me.
Carpy
Hop hipMy Asian carp is the pride of the hood,
Local fish made good, locovore withstood.
No stomach can stomach it, bony and briny,
Felonious skunk of the sea, never drunk on Hennessey,
He only lives for lake water:
Sagautuck here he comes, fishmonger hide your daughters
Bustinā through defense like a fish Walter Payton
Watery payback of an Asian invasion.
No way to elude his 80-pound weight.
Poison, electric fences? Yāall too late.
His main buds kudzu and zebra mussel
Are coming at you, so prepare for a tussle.
You can fuss and fight, but this carptastic plague
Is falling like night, no way to turn the page back.
The Chicago lobster hits like a mobster
Whacks Gs like Joe Pesci, Fuggedaboutit.
Smacks heads, itās getting messyāDonāt ever doubt it.
Palooka v. Palooka: A poem
Ever'thing, Floetry, NewFormer Cham-peen, champing at the bit to get hit, take a dive like the tomato can heās become. Sum total of a man: One title, one belt, 67 wins, 27 losses; tosses and turns, alone, in the pre-dawn bed, ready for road work, rope work, speed bags, raw eggs, blood, vomit, piss, spit, shit, sweat, viscera, stink and cigar smoke, naked light bulb hanging on a wire, obese masseuse, Ben Gay; fire in the belly: must be the Ramen noodle/jelly donut/PBR dinner. On the corner, places a collect call to his Muse. āWhat do you expect? To win?ā She snorts in his face, his Fate, amused at his Superflyweight state of fallen grace, the race already run, already wonāothers on top. None left to watch, no pay-per-view, no newspapermen, itās a one-man bout; he goes the distance, takes two knockdowns, a standing 8-count, and a low blow, loses on a split decision, spits the mouthpiece into the bucket, and raises high his gloved hands, the once and future cham-peen, now and forever alive, forever loved.
Tell ’em, Iron Mike!
Ever'thing, RandomocracyGo Bears!
The Love Song of J. Alfred Sedaris by Freddy Flow
Ever'thing, Hop hip, NewSemiotic acrobatics, semantic sideshow.
semiautomatic dummy, take what you don’t know
roll it up and smoke it–blunt your jagged edge
bake your brain with microwaves, throw your head off from the ledge
trim the hedge electric Fantastic Sam
Trip the night bombastic Sam I Am
Flip the switch eclectic AC DC
Lip the witch with chap stick Mercy Me
Spastic lap dance, Plastic lasses flip their wigs
Flash their bigs, gettinā small, Up with people, down with yāall
Gastric bands, heart bypasses, Stochastic sunglasses
Freddyās Dead spits saliva, More alive than ya.
Live so serious, dead man frivolous.
Saw a gibbous moon and prayed to deliver us
From lunar lunacy and wolfman urges
Bridal shower blood bath binge and purges
Shoppers splurge, Bed bath beyond belief
Shark feeding frenzy, garbage on coral reefs,
Lots of F words and verbs get thrown about
Erogenous power surges blow your lights out
Dour schoolmarms ace take-home tests
Ace in the hole A-plus blessed
With hidden assets like Vlasic pickles
Crunchy and cold like a hot Don Rickles
Or Phyllis Dillerās sweet dill relish
Itās hot like that I never embellish
Stored in a medieval reliquary dish
To get a taste is my fondest wish.
Speaking in tongues, eating for two
Like a nondenominational New Testament Jew
Chewbacca ate Hans Solo, I took a bite out of rhyme
Princess Leia laid low, sheās on me all the time.
Put my clown tie on for the Elders of Zion
Diplomatic protocol, fascist folderol
Drank the Geritol with the raging ageists
Sipped the Haterade, stole a page from the plagiarists.
Try to save face, international space race
There is no basis, Iām the space case.
Getting my facial at a glacial pace
Face the factsāan axe is what it takes
Lose 10 pounds of ugly fat with one mighty blow.
Night of my living head, only on HBO.
Or one night I spent in the Hilton in Paris
Not in Paris Hilton or with David Sedaris.
But had I to choose, the socialite would surely lose
Get on up with your bad self, Santa Elf!
Constantinople (beats by blestbeatz, https://soundcloud.com/blest79)
Ever'thing, Hop hipI donāt spit like those other rappers, just let my freak Freddy flow.
All it takes to make itās 4 strings and a bow.
My violinās never violent, rarely rocked ponticello,
Strings never burning, never, Whatās that smell, yo?
Hell no and heaven yes, Iām gon Biblically do this,
One manās Jesus is another manās Judas.
Like the Old Testament I bring it Hebraic,
Lies get circumcised as quick as they say it.
Decimate the dudes who decide to sow violence,
Finger to my lips . . . silence.
Incense and peppermint, Iām a cool breath of freshness.
Windy City stiff breeze, look up this reference.
Deference is due me, like an overdue library book
dime a day adds up, better take a look.
Iām not a bestseller, more like a dusty,
Old wine in new skins, only liquor stores trust me.
Crusty layers of exoskeleton get crunched,
tasty beetles got fried and got munched.
Bunched-up drawers getting up in some butt cracks,
Not to be forward but donāt worry, I got your back.
Lackadaisical musical interlude,
Cue the dude with the ziplocked quaaludes.
Back to the flow, Iām never fronting,
Rock the mic like a sump pump, Iām really sumpthing.
Lumpenproletariat, go tell the bourgeoisie,
Even the one percentās getting hip to me, G.
Theyāre skiing at Aspen on six inches of fresh coke
while Iām getting et by the skeeters in Okeefeenoke.
Aināt no joke but they call me The Riddler,
Iām up on my lines like gay men on Bette Midler.
Fiddler on the make, got 4 on the floor,
Five-finger Mary, 6-6-6 on the door.
Whore of Babylon couldnāt get with this,
Itās a foregone conclusion, I babble on witless.
Sit less, stand more, Iām wired like a telco,
Strung out on Strunk and White, shave with Norelco.
āOmit needless words,ā but I need āem all.
Prelapsarian even after the fall.
Yāall canāt google this quick as I bust it.
If I say āperspicaciousā youāll just have to trust it.
Rust belt-and-suspenders, I keep myself covered,
Sans-a-Belt leisure suit, Iām getting discovered.
Iām a terra nova and feeling del fuego,
Not Chevy No-va or sin los juevos.
Mi llamo Freddy Flow, got 1,000 languages,
Iāve blown more minds than noses hankerchiefs.
Got a hankering to yank yāall Fred-ward,
Up in the rankings like a rap Robert Redford
a river runs through it, and I swim upstream,
This backwards flow is not what it might seem.
I scheme to sell ice cream to Eskimos,
Got a posse of polar bears floating on ice floes.
5-0 Replay
Ever'thing, Hop hipdown-home cornpone hillbilly witticisms;
Experiments in Murphyās Law: The John Q. Surfer song
Ever'thing, Floetry, NewExperiments in Murphyās Law
by Steve Peck
The nameās John Q. Surfer, he came here to surf,
The biggest wave in the history of earth.
While everybody else evacuates the city,
John Q. Surfer will be sitting pretty.
The said, Johnny, donāt do it, itās dangerous.
The nameās John Q. Surfer, he came here to surf
The biggest wave in the history of earth.
600 miles an hour, 500 feet high,
He heard it on the news, he said Jesus Cry!
(and they said) Johnny, donāt do it, you could get hurt.
John Q. Surfer, been waiting here since birth,
The biggest wave in the history of earth.
While everybody else was loading their cars,
John Q. Surfer was waxing his surfboard.
They said, Johnny! Are you crazy? You could die!
(solos)
Johnny saw the wave come over the horizon,
Everybody else has left the town.
He better make it good, he only had one chance,
To climb on to the tidal wave and ā¦ dance
Johnny! Johnny! Good luck!
John Q. Surfer climbed onto his surfboard,
And headed out to meet the wave.
The wave came upon him, the wave was giant.
He tried to stand up, but it crushed him like an ant.
Johnny? Whyād you do it? That was stupid.
Wayward Blues (Beats by Jamel at Loud Rap Beats, http://loudrapbeats.com/)
Ever'thing, Hop hip, NewDearth of intelligence, earth to Freddy.
Bring that beat back, keep it rock steady.
Deadheads delay their date with destiny
the head on this Fred beats hell out the rest of me.
Suction out fat, Section 8 housing.
The cat that ate Pittsburgh is mousing.
Rats on the run, just like Revelations,
The 3-6 beast is the end of all nations.
But Iām still stressed about punctuation,
Inner eye trained on my own creation.
Facing apocalypse, I shrug my shoulders
Those wise old elders are way way older
than Iāll ever be, why listen to their gripes?
Iāve paid more dues than Wesley Snipes paid taxes,
Got exes in Texas,
Manipulate words like Schwarzenegger flexes.
He mates with maids, I make my mark,
Set sail on a sea of words, Iām a Cutty Sark.
Hark, the feral devils rap,
My trigonometry can cure the clap.
Map out a route or a root, where you headed.
Some thighs and breasts are fixinā to get breaded,
Or maybe Fredded, break out the special sauce.
Cross the Rubicon, a Pyrrhic winās a loss.
Moss gathers stones, rolling in the deep,
R.I.P. Brian Jones, what dreams may creep
deep into our quotidian existence,
Divisible quotient, futility of resistance.
Keep your distance, some words pack a sting.
Invented a new verb tense, now I make it sing.
Speak in Fourth person past present pluperfect.
This alphabetās childās play, gonna work it,
Jerk it around like a dog on a leash,
Got a wrinkled-ass brain but these trousers stay creased.
Catch and release, never fishing for compliments
Trapped the beast slouching east, always up on to it.
Sonnetās son and limerickās bastard,
Poetry glows but liquor is faster.
Master of my domain, jack of all tropes,
Eat snipe for breakfast, got a pet jackalope.
Pope Paul was appalled at my pulled pork prose,
Itās falling off the bone, Lord only knows
what Iāll say next, and he aināt tellinā.
Nobodyās buyinā if nobodyās sellinā.
Bring me the head of John Tesh on a platter;
Say hey, Salome, what is the matter?
And yo, Kenneth, what is the frequency?
I got more rhymes than juvenile delinquents
See here, listen up, ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust, flush the fashion.
Flashback Friday Voices Carry Til Tuesday,
Carry on My Wayward blues, my wayward blues,
Canāt stop singing these wayward blues.
Accrued more losses than stones got moss,
Got six balls less than my main man Rick Ross.
Floss my teeth with a pole dancerās g-string,
Won the contest ācuz Iāll eat anything.
Some bring the noise, some bring the violence
But I got 4ā33ā seconds of {{{[silence]}}}
John Cage cage match, got the matchmaker blues,
Practice makes perfect, Iām practicing self-abuse.
News got old, I rock an Olds 98
My Hyundai got sun-dried like a wrinkled-ass grape.
California raisin, raisinā cain
Drunk on dandelion wine, time to run it all back again.
Glandular Eruptions / Blue Man Group (Beats by Jamel at Loud Rap Beats, http://loudrapbeats.com/)
Ever'thing, Hop hip, NewFreddy Flow at the Dragon Lounge, 5/31/13
Ever'thing, Hop hip, NewThe madness continues…