Ms. Mimi:
Hungry for water in a weary land
Searching for justice like oil in Persian sand
Like Moses we strike rocks
hard knocks
wanna outfox the box
Lady Liberty’s on lock
like Fort Knox
combusted consumed
straight to the head
like a sonic boom
From the grave to the tomb
and she can’t be exhumed
From my forefather’s mouth to my grandmmama’s womb
The tears appear from a generation’s fears
To hear
the jeers of satan’s final frontier? –
Dear Lord
Why oh Why
Do these tears that I cry leave a sty on my eye?
That--floats like a butterfly stings like wasp
knocked out in one round by the pound of the cost
A world lost; so far left it ain’t right
Evil looking for a fight
At my door every night
Calling me out for my beat down?
I could put my feet down
pre/pare to meet the re/verb of the ground
But like David I come in the name of the omega soul keeper
The infinite reaper
love so deeply united to the believer
can’t separate from the beseecher
infinite template; he is the one
sling shot like faith so I don’t need a gun
but it POW!
here it comes
stand-firm-on-this-faith, yet I press-on-and-run!
evade weapons of mass destruction
while hunting and gathering courage
holla back
someone hits me, OW! I’m scourged
Got a feeling for the flavor of a vapor
Called the immaculate caper
Some fool switched the heads of Jefferson and Lincoln
On Mt. Rushmore
to the Terminator
Been ‘buked and scorned by devilish haters
But though he slay me, yet will I pray for
A love greater than faces on paper
got a girl thinking about a passport to the Zion
But the Lord says it’s not my time so I’m
Waiting on the master’s plan
To quench my flame; and
Let—me, clear my! … ugh
name
‘cause I have 100 reasons to cry
but one reason to smile that outweighs the pain…
The Lord bring me through the rain but I smile through the pain

Jolowmight: My soundtrack/ this knack of switching gears with no clutch/ no gearbox/ no fuel that combusts/ but I bust/ this ain’t Chakra/ ran out of Ki/ Reiatsu left me/ and it’s just face to face with a heavy heart/ that hopefully ain’t hardened/ wanna be starting something/ I’m ‘bout to beat you/ and won’t stop until you hurt enough/ and Diana is so dirty south/ and them criminals are so smooth/ that black or white is all that we see/ so why you wanna trip on me?/ it’s human nature to chase pretty young impressionable thangs/ can you feel that these rhymes are off the wall/ out of his life comes so much inspiration/ it’s easier to be a killer than a Thriller/ who is limitation free?/ Goodie speak to me/ speak to me (Out)Kast/ make me blast/ Millencolin descend/ Pharaoh add the blend/ Modest Mouse hit them licks/ and make me think/ Yoshida Brothers pluck them shamisens/ James Horner cue them violas, violins, and cellos/ got me flexin’ like Jell-O/ oh it’s getting clearer man in the mirror…

Cervantes: When I freestyled with 3935/ all I wanted to do was get live/ spit jive/ and dream about sending Sucka MCs into hives/ when the beat emerged in the inner recesses/ it was inexplicable/ but still the picture must be attempted with spit/ that is flowing from my vocals/ this music/ this prose/ this academic reflection is multidirectional/ thank the Lord for being so gracious/ that I was granted a mind so spacious/ no square footage can be measured in these caverns of gray matter/ all that matters is that your understanding, feeling, and doing/ keep commanding, keep demanding justice, mercy, love, life/ no strife/ fall fresh/ yes, fall fresh/ damn, I’m blessed/ I know thangs get rough/ but (Billy) Ocean told us about tough-goings/ girding my loins/ like my name is Job/ I must expose idols/ it’s my calling/ and I ain’t stalling/ so don’t think “Balling” is God/ don’t think it’s impossible/ because the first trick that they make us learn/ is that a better way will never be discerned/ it ain’t written in permanent marker/ call me Bob Barker/ cuz I need y’all to come on down/ the price is right/ the time is now/ which crowds are right?/ which ones are wrong?/ dripping from my opens pores is sweat of hope/ that bangs out dope orchestrumentals for no profit/ but still able to be coopted/ so I switch my flow/ call me Jolowmight(x) Cervantes/ call me The Mad Scientist/ call me JoDavid// grades never mattered/ until I saw some hills so steep and snowcapped mountain peaks/ I could go on ‘til the break of dawn/ but I must close/ because this struggle is infinite/ so I can’t stop/ never stop/ God don’t stop/ Jesus on the clock/ Holy Spirit keep blowin’/ so I’mma keep flowin’/ as long as people’s lives are stolen/ and our environment is subject to oil slick/ Cervantes will continue to have a bone to pick…