Sunday, March 16, 2008

लिविंग लेगेंड्स

Link to myspace, then a new video:


Check out the Living Legends, on tour, Right Now.

No new lyrics, I been getting lazy trying to mix some vocals with some of the instrumentals that been floating my way recently. Look out. Good looks.

~Correct Knowledge

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

क्रेजिनेस

Bonus video for the day:

गोट बीफ?

No news today, it's just too depressing. Instead I have some lyrics I wrote to an Aesop Rock joint. Train Buffer.

See? Aural Carl knows it's just a one-word shout.
Who stole the pain? Who stole my mane? Lion's worth bouts, this is just a game.
And I get sick and tired of the world tellin' me I'm mean.
Look in a mirror son, run away from white MC's.
Messin' with a business you got no idea about.
Messin' with the real blessed N-word I can't make come out my mouth.
The major share, the fetus MC birthed. It's worth it.
At home, the docs try to say you can't do this shit alone.
The M.D. P. H. D. always blame others for the short-comings of they own.
They own letters on a piece of paper, shape her, shape-shifter, crone. Lies.
Dr. Kim stealin' ova from, she acquiescence since we Have to work in the Hives.
Tunnel vision blinds us from the effects we have on others' lives.
Shrek decks, pads, even DJs are alive. Speak jive, don't, we all live in sin.
Change my colors so I'm bloody crippled Q-vo white-black rown. In.
The day, back when, we elementary at West High alumni. Dot com, so you
tag up my school. Teach us who rules this sick adult game. Yo,
You rule if you know; Ever since Little friends day care, hair on your back grown.
I lay it down simple, flows out my mouth complex, not so much if you take
a mental second to lay it down for 2mex. Hexes from theSonGodSuns inspire all,
even if you conscious mind is a rewound rewind tape deck. Mine? Call out!
See? Aural Carl knows it's just a one-word shout.
Who stole the pain? Who stole my mane? Lion's worth bouts. This is just a game.
And I get sick and tired of the world tellin' me I'm mean.
And I get sick and tired of the world tellin' me to stop.
I love hip-hop.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

जुस्त अनोठेर Day

First, a California court punishes Ford and raises the prices of automobiles. At least this paralyzed woman is going to be rich now. Good for her.

Second, a Dr. Brandyopadhyay has invented a chemical `brain' to control nanobots. You can read about it in the lastest copy of PNAS.

Third, we have a video via a Spanish language hiphop blog which shall remain nameless. The video is hosted by YouTube. It is named A Bro-N.x. Tale - Who You Be?


Finally, a few lyrics I threw down yesterday.
And if you thought that I would care.
Then you must realize I will not share.
And if you thought that I would change.
Then you must realize this is just a game.
This roooollercoaster ride we call life.
You must be this small to cause such strife.
I was a pirate years and years ago.
Now sky reach limits this is a real low.
Rock bottom cups me when I am down.
Eye Beach will rock me when you frown.
You don't understand a word that I say.
You couldn't understand when I said that's OK.
Run through man like there was no tomorrow.
Sorrow, next time it'll be more bizarro.
Crime family is a stamp you will see,
if you keep your eyes open, stayin' six, [sic] si.


'Till next time. Peace.

~Correct Knowledge

Sunday, March 9, 2008

पीटर तोह लार्गे एंड इन चार्ज

A new video from Peter Toh himself:


Now, on to some random news: AT&T adds unlimited voice plan for iPhone
Keep an eye out for Google Apps.
Helping hands for Women.
Goldman-Sachs is trying to help with 10,000 Women.

Finally, some lyrics I wrote in the past five. (No editing, please cut me some slack).
Lazy sunday, gettin' played. Sounding disappointed
with the crazy Wayne game. Lame.
Soulja boy tell 'em please that they can never get with deez
Geez, sheez! N' Please!
Puffin' on a bluffin' you with my words, girls. Unfurled.
Hurl yourself over the cliff side edge.
Coz you're teh messed wif bulls and dangerous Mendge/Mensch.
And trust me, over and over, we missin' you. Mr. Curls.
I remember the time we rhymed, gettin' slimed, like Dr. Vankman,
stank sub-philly Philanthropical- lie. Give it away now, I gave you
the offer of the hanky-panky way out.
So listen up to the main man with the plan, he's Mex I-CANN, so many
more domains and sledge hammer yo' way in.


Peace,

Correct Knowledge