ANTAKALIPA

Alcohol scars

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Alcohol scars

Alcohol scars, they surround my body like an island, I am doomed, I am trapped, I don’t know where I landed. I don’t know how I got the scars, it’s a blur, all I remember is last night’s slur and today I am sipping blood from my skin like a slurp. Scarface like Montana, they curl my body like bananas and I slip. Dozing off intoxicated, I trip. Falling like a missile like a punchline on a script. The scars aren’t hard to decrypt but why didn’t I feel pain, numb like anesthesia but what happened to the brain? I think I am going insane. When did this happen and this, suffering from memory loss that wipes off your first kiss. It’s never bliss cause the scars heal like a blitz leaving me confused like a kid in a quiz. Alcohol scars, I don’t remember what happened. I was happy on the day, that’s one thing that happened. Claims of pregnancy but did I really do that? Cause you ugly as fuck and I doubt I’d hit that. Alcohol, alcohol I am leaving you! You convince me that she’s cute and you never accept what’s due. Your suggestions leave me in sticky situations like glue, have me contemplating about suicide out of the blue. I am done, we through, even if you were a bolt, I wouldn’t screw. If I were a lawyer I’d sue, cause your claims are slanderous, outcomes deadly and dangerous. Alcohol you trick me and make me feel invincible, when the truth is lonely and sadly invisible. My fights are never sensible, offside to elude the goal and tomorrow the pain burns like a coal. Alcohol scars, I wish I was prepared cause then I’d have Plan B to show you that I cared. But you’d have to take it in front of me, just to be sure and let life be. No unintended seeds, they grow, lead lives filled with anger and cold like snow. All because I couldn’t say no, because I chose to elope, changing addresses to avoid envelopes. I don’t remember what happened and these scars are not mine, I was out of my mind, a product of wine. I didn’t do it, I went to bed at nine, even though the pain hurts and it’s not benign.

Fifa Retirement

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Fifa Retirement

As of immediately I retire from playing Fifa on any Playstation or Xbox consoles. I have beaten them all. There is no one left. No one wants to play with me anymore. They say I dominate them despite the fact that I give them a chance to score, I am not a bad guy. Yes, sometimes I’ll take a cleansheet victory but only if you pissed me off. Regardless I understand, I have become too great. Having dominated the game for decades, I leave on top untouched and invincible. I would like to take the opportunity to thank all my victims for graciously accepting that I am the better man and don’t worry I’ll beat you at something else.

Best Regards
The great man
ANTAKALIPA

I am not him

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I am not him

I am not him,
it’s wrong that you compare me to him.
It’s not fair,
you claim you over him
yet you connected like an active sim.

I won’t do it,
I just won’t do it,
I’d much rather let you walk away.
It’s going to tear me apart
but I won’t let you lead me astray.

I am not him,
you have history and he taught you everything you know.
Your love was pure and as white as snow.

I could never taint the canvas you created with my dirty brush.
You were his girl and you were my crush.
Every time we locked eyes,
I just blushed,
emotions spiked,
time moved faster
and I felt I was rushed.
I could never give you what he did,
I’d be flushed.

I am not him,
he was your first serious boyfriend
while I was just a boy-friend.
What he did with you fills the deep end,
while I am busking in the sun and walking on land.
We two different people and a compromise is quicksand.

I won’t do it,
his shoes are too big to fill.
You were a virgin before him
and he taught you how to feel.
I am not having it like a promiscuous girl on the pill
cause,
you still rave about him like his paying the bill.

Nope,
I am not him,
you’re not ready to move on.
You holding up progress and your tears are a turn off.

I am not him,
it’s wrong that you compare me to him.
Your constant on and off
Makes my heart go dim.

Cherry Wine

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Cherry Wine

One day I hope to have the right amount of sensitivity, experience, finesse and creativity to execute a song like Cherry Wine. I can safely say it’s my favorite song of all time by miles. It’s the song that made to go to the music store to purchase that “Life Is Good” album. Yes, the album was hyped up and I loved the two singles, “Daughters” produced by No I.D and Summer on Smash produced by Swizz Beats but I didn’t make the decision as of yet to purchase the album. Then one day, I came home from school and the music channel was debuting “Cherry Wine”, so I gazed onto the TV screen and was transported to pure music heaven, the song paralyzed me and I was in awe, “wow”, I thought. I knew that my life would be altered forever, I mean it was Nas and Amy Winehouse – Salaam Remi on the credits. To this day Amy Winehouse is still my favorite artist. I watched that “Cherry Wine” video and I fell in love. It’s so hypnotic and Nas is so thoughtful, expressive and articulate. He makes you reminisce about the past while being hopeful of the future, while Amy is dreaming out loud, her mind drifting on top of clouds and she’s yearning for this man who is just like her to come take her away, she feels alone, she feels vulnerable, it’s sad, it’s moving, it’s meaningful, it’s poetry, it’s life, it’s art. The beat, the horns, the verses and Amy’s vocals, it’s just a beautiful song – perfect! I was a bit sentimental because Amy Winehouse had past on a couple of months prior and “Cherry Wine” was her last song and it was with Nas! Nas is amazing! I wish I could write a song like that. After I watched that video, I downloaded the song and it was actually better than the video – the video was shortened but on the mp3 Amy goes on and makes the song her own. “Cherry Wine” changed things for me, I bought the “Life Is Good” album. The album is one of the best CDs I’ve ever bought. “Life is good” is a masterpiece, a certified Nas classic, I love it, one of my favorite hip-hop albums of all time. The first CD I have ever bought was “God’s Son” by Nas. Also a classic, had songs like “Get Down”, “I Can”, Dance” and “Heaven”, yea that was a great album. Illmatic is unbelievable! Still if I had just one wish, I’d wish to create a song like “Cherry Wine”. I want the mood, the aesthetics, the Jazz sound and melodies, the feel and an artist as talented as Amy Winehouse to take center stage. I would also talk about Love and what I want in a woman. Like Nas, I’d give Amy the space to make that song hers. I’d also name my song “Cherry Wine”, that’s my dream. I know creating content like “Cherry Wine” is difficult, Nas suffered through divorce to make it happen. That’s the beauty of “Life Is Good”, it’s so personal. I am open to endure suffering to create great art. One day when I have the resources and talent, I am going to create all of this and it’s going to be the most awesome thing ever!

Yea, Nas is my favorite rapper. He made things easy for me with King’s Disease, KD2, Magic and KD3. Shout-out to Hit-boy for producing all of those Classics. He is still Escobar, Nasty Nas, he hasn’t switched up, he is still Nas! His flow, rhymes, storytelling and word play is of the highest quality. The longevity under his belt unbelievable, 30 years at the top and he is still hungry for more. He is a living legend. He was never something he was not, he didn’t appease the culture, he never dumbed down, he was just Nas. I respect that, I admire that. He is a shinning light. He inspires me.

Receipts

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Receipts

I am on top, its not surprising. I’ve gained the weight I’ve lost to level the playing field. I am in great form, I’ve beaten them all, my competition in the rear end swallowing my dust, cause they always thought we were head to head but I was checking the rear ever since. I’ve beaten them all at their own game, I reflected back who they was. Cause it’s all about consciousness, no person will do you dirty without conscious intent. It’s done on purpose, to keep you dependent on them, to make you suffer, to humiliate you. It’s doublespeak, they say they love you but they don’t give a shit about you. This is about power plays, egos, control, respect and subtle dominance. If you let it go once, it’s going to happen again because it’s a learned response, that’s why you gotta double down or crush the behavior completely. They take advantage of your kindness, they don’t respect you, that’s why you gotta set an example. Strike the Shepard first and the lamb will disperse, make God bleed and everyone will perceive him to be mortal, my nigga, always send a receipt to someone who requires your services. A lot of people are repressed that’s why you gotta deliver that consciousness, a hot slap to the face with fingers imprinted usually solves the case. Nobody will ever mistaken you after that, both feet on the brakes before turning that corner cause people forget who they dealing with sometimes, “shut the fuck up and know your damn role”! Receipts, receipts, receipts, you gotta hand them out, some people think their shit don’t stink and you gotta bring out the air freshener to purify the air. How you gonna black ball me when my balls are black? How you gonna invoice me when I sent all your shit back? I’ve beaten all you niggas, I proved you not on my level, I’ll beat your ass again to echo that you are not on my level. Receipts, receipts, receipts, you gotta hand them out, no free lunch, deliver so it sticks, so no motherfucker takes advantage of you. If you swelling up, I’ve got the remedy to make you calm down, that’s fists, let’s go! If you can dish it up then you can take it, no exceptions Mr. Ultrasensitive and privileged. Receipts, if you can’t dish them up then don’t play the game because you’ll be a target and you won’t be able to pay up, rendering you useless and defaulted. Receipts, receipts, receipts, I’m narcissistic too, I also don’t care and we can leave it to die too. If you want beef, I’ll serve it on a platter, let’s go chief! Receipts, I bring it all day, all night, I reflect you like a mirror.

Cookie Monster

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Cookie Monster

I love cookies, num, num, num, num! I devour them to make you cum, cum, cum, cum! Oreos are my favorite, I like to lick what’s in between like a serpent to taste the air. Twist it into two to make it a pair, lick the white off to show some care and pound the black like you wouldn’t compare. I am a cookie connoisseur, I explore under hoods to locate the perfect spot, stick my tongue in to enter the lot, and abuse the inhabitant to send me to court. I am a master of the clit, they go bananas like split cause my tongue game is so lit. Cookies are my favorite, I am addicted, it’s like fame. Whether breakfast, lunch or dinner, it’s all the same. Sometimes I’ll eat them as a snack and hide the shame, different brands tend to cause pain, it’s viewed as infidelity and I am not vain. Truth be told, I can’t commit to one brand till I am old. Variety exists and different brands are sold, and so I am bold, eating all the cookies in my zone. Experimenting and licking everything like ice cream cones. Although I don’t want to be alone, I can’t let go of the different cones, they satisfy and give me pleasure, I won’t do it, they are apart of me like bones. I love different cookies, I spit on them before I eat them, to mark my territory so nobody else can eat them. Pink like strawberries, I taste all of my ladies. Kiss the lips to savior the taste, slow and smooth and never with haste. Make her ejaculate fluids like paste. Attention specialist, make her scream in overtime. Do it again the next time, spotless to remove the grime, just to prove this is my crime. I love cookies, num, num, num, num, I lick until you go numb, numb, numb, numb as long as your reciprocate and give me brain cause I’m so dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb.

Cheers!

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Cheers!

Cheers,
to success.
For being patient,
you deserve the best.

Here’s to the great life,
the respect,
love,
money,
girls,
the adoration of the world is all yours,
you have earned it.

The pendulum has swung,
everything is in your favor.

Cheers, to the long nights,
the continual labor of menial tasks that made the difference in the end,
the failures that were debilitating
the lost friends along the way.

Cheers to the hustle,
the grind,
the determination,
the grit,
the spirit,
wearing the same clothes every day,
the enthusiasm doesn’t wane.

Cheers, to the dreams we made possible,
all the things we willed into existence,
cause we never stop,
we keep pressing,
we have the stamina,
we have a hunger for greatness.

Cheers to the tears,
the sacrifices,
the vices that propelled us to the top.

Cheers, for all the years,
to everyone who stayed behind and helped with the chores.

Cheers, cause everything counts,
I remember everything,
the struggles and now we triumph.
Loyalty,
you are my family.

Cheers,
you are special,
you did it,
you slayed Goliath,
you did great,
well done!

You deserve everything,
go ahead,
spoil yourself,
get that car,
get those shoes,
get the watch,
be happy,
you deserve it!

Cheers,
here’s your champagne,
raise your glasses,
let’s celebrate.

To success.
For being patient, you deserve the best.

Acknowledged

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Acknowledged

My greatness is being acknowledged every day, acknowledgments keep streaming like a waterfall, I am on flow and greatness is just my nature. I am consciousness, I am culture. I am the greatest of all time. I’ve unified the championships and I am a World Cup winner. Also a Sinner, there isn’t anything I haven’t done. Winning is automatic and everyone is vying for my attention. They acknowledge me in every way and I’ve turned into Apple, people bite my shit. I am not mad, I understand, I have become too great. I’ve got the magic and I go all night, no curfews, no spells. I am still going in hard like a phallic dick, penetrating the curtains of life to take center stage. Spotlight on me, I am the main attraction. I am the best, the greatest, has always been that way, will always be.

Goated

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Goated!

Goated, standing on the podium, I am number one, the gold is coated, you were never on my level, you tip the scale, you just bloated. Swaying public opinion on my side like a poll have you voted? Noted, I am the greatest, on top like the latest, fuck the world with no latex. I avoid texts, bluetick your ass like no tax but the flow is lax, loose like your girl and I am hitting from the back and I tell her relax. Your clique whack, you can never hit back, you on the sack, call you out individually and beat you by the pack. Shuffle you like a deck, crush you like an insect, I release doom on your ass and watch you fall by the sect. Whose next? I penetrated the game now who wants to fuck with the best? Your tactics are lame, just a couple of pests. Regurgitate your shit before I can ever digest. Permanent residence in this game while you just a guest. I am dominating and the world is my conquest. I’m goated, boats in my horizon cause I am coasted, bitches in my bed I never boasted. Smash and vacate, tomorrow another date, more bitches to bait, they need love and we just never hate. Baphomet, horns on my head and they spike, protected from threats like a dike, you come up against me and I’ll ride you like a bike, you lightweight like a kite. You talented – Sikes! You a joke, you make the mood light. This is my site, here’s an apple to bite, some legendary shit, you challenge to spite and I’ll beat your ass despite, cause I bring the pain and I go all night. Goated!