I'm tripping balls right now watching a drunk guy fight his bicycle. Welcome to new orleans.

Nah, I'm no rockstar

I'm hip hop through and through. Sunday morning church right now. So cold you can almost see your breath in the lab. Or maybe that's the hallucinagens.

I've blinked and opened my eyes to a whole new world.

Went on wwoz earlier to plug our upcoming hob show. Eight hours and four hits later I'm bouncing around to drum and bass in the back of a truck headed back into to quarter to meet some barley legal coeds. Did I become a rock star when I wasn't looking?

Pt:13
sentiment certified
By a jury of his peers
Who say These is stranges times
The whole worlds quite queer
Seen from a midsummernight flight
Like I just copped a new pair
Limited edition
Yeah his tracks real rare
And when he shake spears
This is his king leer
My kingdom for a horse
Or at least a decent snare
Or kick drum
That I can ride from way out there
To boldly go were no one cared
With subtitles for the hearing impaired

So there you have it
His words not mine
A six track sound track
To journeys of the mind
Dig it real deep
Well see what we can find
Hope to see you again ben
Same channel same time

Pt:12
Please put the phillies
Down for a moment
Bring those mushrooms here
This smoke taste stale
I'm gettin fat from this beer
And yall been talkin gats and packs
For all of these years
True life is a bitch rich
But if she keep shedding these tears
We could drown
Best for you to just
Face these fears
No pressure lester
These is just a couple ideas
Like I exist outside of space
So why the am I here?
Waited for a response
But the crowds only cheer
So Have a nice trip skip
Just be sober when you steer
Skies quite cloudy
But his vision so clear
A profit and a seer
Like the end is near
For you or someone else
On the planet I swear
Do Dammit I dare
To rhyme space time tears
And contradict slicks
Like au contrare mon freer
The kid style sick
Like let's get a doctor in there
Doctor, "do you think he'll make it?"
"Yeah by some time next year"

Pt10:
escape energy/light Flight
from the core through the floor. 185000 in between
Heard and seen it all before
light and heat meet
Photon bomb on some more
Bumbard'em with punch lines
And metaphors
irradiated zones Prone to intergalactic wars
bump into hydrogen
Then battered him with bars
Then helium stepped on my new kicks said Pardon me partner
But we got to rise above this shit
Swerving out the bar Man I love this shit
Where everybody knows your name
And fame don't mean shit
I mean it seems routine Like rolling some grn shit absorbed and remitted He's hrd it and seen it
About a million x a million times
But there's hope Density decreases
higher up
So he strted doing dope
and collisions less frequent
Cause he peeped it
Were all in the same boat
Here the pace and plot quickens
Thickens the novel that he wrote
130000 in between
Or a 10 day bender
For now he comes back 3 days later
Return 2 sender

Pt11:
8 mins grams or grand
Till his hit finally land
93 million miles from one come one
Come all
Ill get u in I know the band
Yeah I been around the town
Held lady luck by the hand
she say tomorrows a new day
Well bring some light to the land
When the djs press play
And they rocket for the fans

Part 9:
There's only one page left
So may your spelling be superb
ur high hats fresh to def

Yeah we all gotta go,
U know u made it this far
So
Give my regards to the pro
Scooters Pops and aunt jackie
Everybody we know
I'm , damn, I'm running out of bars and so
I hope this as been helpful,
Holler back
I gotta go
Peace

Part 7:
And there's very little hope
But some folks keep tryin
But a lot more just admit
Aint shit wrong with dyin
Now
No ones sure, but we think
It started back in 09
Which was quite a favorite time of mine
I had just started tripping
And was still smokin pine
No meat no sweets
Just watermelon to the rine
I mean,I'd drop three hits
rush a stage and rhyme
Make the people say ho
And scream they zodiac sign...

Now
I fear there's only one stage left
In this postmodern age
Of plauges and agents of death....

Look I don't have much time
There's only one age left
History is written by the winner
He pauses to take a breath

There's only one page left
So may your spelling be superb
And ur high hats fresh to def
Cus the game aint fair
They paid off the refs
The coaches and the other players
Deejays and rhymesayers

Part 8:
So I just called to say
Keep gettin it in
I Can't tell you if we made it
But you won't regret
In the end
Just be conscious of those
Foes who try to act like friends
When it happens
Keep the cadillac and pass on the benz
Trust your gut
And really try to save up a few ends
The question aint really if its gonna rain but when
Keep holy the herb, the shroom,
And The mescaline
The LSD
the teachings of timothy leary
Remember the only thing real
Is what u eyes can't see
And the reason that you chose
To call yourself elespee
Waves and particles
Quantum theorys
In due time you will understand it all clearly
But
The roads rocky
I am so weary
I just hope and I pray
That you can hear me

Cuz
I fear there's only one stage left
In this postmodern age
Of plauges and agents of death....

Look I don't have much time
There's only one age left
History is written by the winner
He pauses to take a breath

Part 6:
All right look
I know your tripping now
And you won't remember this
But this is you calling you
From the year 2026
Please take my word for it
I've no time to convince
Plus I'm limited in what I can reveal, since
That could rip space time
And I'm not that dense
And only question cosmic law
In a rhetorical sense
So speaking broadly in a hypothetical, semi historical tense
Let me warn you:
You all are living in some interesting times...
I know it seems rough now
But your comparativly fine
Cause soon the red shift begins
And folks begin to go blind
I means wars and starvation
Whole nations losing their minds
The end of life as you know it
And several other kinds...
Only a hundred fourty four
Will have some kind of safety line
They rest left to contest
The others that are left behind
And they done smoked all the dope
And drank all the wine
And when he moves his lips
Is when u know a man is lying

Part 5:
I'm off to see the wizard
Like when jordan came back
01 2 3?
Beats me something like that
4 hits in the quarter
Neon rainbow
Prayers at the house of blues
Then I gotta do a show
Tony got the wheel
I got the shotty ridin low
Left toto in kansas
Probably for the best ya now?
In the dragons den
Blending that street gumbo
Make your granny flash her titties
And the people say ho.....
Why's maddie so ruthless?
Truth is
We'll never know
Off to see the wizard...which way do we go?
Follow the north star above
And the river below
Bustin out his shirt like ken shiro
Just a blue collar scholar
He's no hero
Off to see the wizard
Need some oil for my caddy
A heart for hip hop
And a ride home gladly
He looked at him madly
Say shem salem bem
Silly mortal
Don't come here wearing that flesh again....

Part 4:
One for the money
Two for his chi
And three so I could bring the rest of yall back with me
Four on the floor
Five in the tanks
Six keep movings
Seven hundred in the bank
I eight already thanks
Really I feel fine
Its Nine over matter
The ladders all in your mind
On the stairway to heaven
Smokin blunts to kill time
Off to see the wizard
Got some questions in mind
Follow the yellow brick road
ate the orange and greens ones two
And four grams when he rose on the third with his crew
Seven am sunrise
behind man chu
Secrets gardens and swans
Good looking won't 4get you

Part 3:

Nice to see you
It was a 24 hour trip
to get hear
But now I'm ready to rip
So don't get all flip up bout the lip hear?
I'm tripping balls right now
how the fuck did you get here?
Like
Scuse me baby pardon me
I hope nobody was bout to sit hear
Said he would like to take this time
How could he take what wasn't mine?
Still Ain't no time but the present
And at present I feel fine
And now inspired inclined
To build the flux capacitor of the rhyme
Your global ambassador
If its too fast for you
All you got to do is shape time
Once we break 88
Well make great time
Mind over matter
Just matter of time
The past and future seem in flux
What's the matter with time?
Can't make my bed
Said can't make my mind
Can't stand to sleep
Gotta keep on the grind
So the kid don't sleep
For more than four at a time

Part 2:
Naw baby
It Ain't you its me
Or the peyote
Shrooms or mescaline
Now and then
Shit It Ain't no matter to me
He still got a complex
About getting to complex
Like gravity
And its relation to weak electromagnetic forces
In the vicinity
But his unified theory
Is buy me a beer gee
And turn the mike up
Like can yall niggas hear me?

I say
These loops are quantum sir
YoUrs is fiber optic
The futures now stupid
And they say he's a physcotic
So he dropped a killer disc
And all the loonies ran to cop it

Rabbit hole rhyme
No bubble gum
No pop shit
Like I be elespee
And you Ain't ready
for this hot shit
Don't worry bout this here
Kid I got this
Just get'em high
Side to side
Empty your pockets
We can all be free
For a nominal fee
And so he grew to be
Phenomenal emcee
In a nominal world
Welcome boys welcome girls
You chose this carpet ride to see
Spirit made flesh
Fresh for all eternity...

A lyrical recap:
Part 1:

Still trying to make family
Out of anti matter
A little more off the cuff
I'd have mine would u rather?
If u don't mind
we are gathered
Here this day to give our daily
Bread
buttered scattered and battered
Into complex fractional geometrics patterns
No need to panic
Sir I planet like saturn
Like Mars to uranus
In the quest to be famous
Like shout out to shamus
Its shameless don't blame us
Or frame us
We just trying to get it in....
I'm dive bars and hand rolled cigars
In the back of the club
Hoping the reefer smoke blend in
She said her name cinnamon
Sugar spice
Some other synonyms
Shit to get you back on that
Yo remember her?
Yo you remember him?
And now its 9:36 in abo dabi
Twenty five years later
And they still hadn't found the body

Treat the ep
Like portraits of dorian grey
He begged her think twice
Before she went and pressed play

Weekend recap ph test 683:

At some point the experiment took on a life of its own. It was probably when After 12 hours on five hits and four Hours of sleep, a bowl of ramen noodles a vitamin water energy and a blunt, I opted for another two hits Saturday afternoon. i lose three and a half hours, and By the end of fist of the north star I opt for another two hits. I'm feeling antsy and i need to get out. so i hitch a ride to the quarter with my buddy bob Ross to watch him play. rock steady beats tickle my fancy for a while, but When the walls became too much it was out to Frenchmen for 13's and jazz. i pass by the spotted cat, and for a moment I'm in the 18oo's again and this is storyville. after that a gutter punk band playing on the street draws me in. i go back to the den to bee if Bob's playing, but the noise is still to much. so i follow the neon rainbows into the quarter, and then to the river for a moment of zen. Too perfect for words.

I meander back to the dragons den in time to hear bobs last song, then head home to let duke Ellington bring me down from my trip. I pass out in my office. Four hours later I wake up still feeling strange. Prospek and juskwame are in the studio. I pass through and say hi, then go up to bed. An hour later I admit I can't sleep and head back down to the studio. They wanna eat mushrooms. Fuck it.

the rest of the day is a haze of hip hop and blunt smoke. I'm supposed to go to truth's video shoot, but I'm tired and my tire needs air, and i opt to finish up my trip e.p. instead. I'm supposed to go get tattooed, but i don't think i can drive and mike V doesn't call me back. i need to pass out anyway. i can barley process all Ive thought and seen over the last three days.

its like trying to remember a dream. when i think back all i can see is the red glow of the dragons den, faces changing and blending together as i run around the stage. swan's orange walls and massive paintings, pit bulls staring at me and eating mangoes. the neon glow of the quarter, the Mississippi river lapping up onto the banks. rainy afternoons and me still not being able to take the orange sheets off my bed.

quotes:
"if it wasn't for duke Ellington there would be no mp3s"- Shamus mcmanus at swan's
"I'm buying me some candy. i only got eight teeth left"- woman at gas station
"i just want to say that Ive been looking for these mangoes for a long time, and it feels really good to finally find them and i hope each and everyone of you find what your looking for.."- elespee during the show
"you should fuck this guy cause his dick hangs down to his his knees. well it does right? your black..." Caligula at swan' s in reference to elespee
"I'm putting you in charge of my yo yo..." elespee to tony skratchere at the dragons den

revelation two:

I don't see u, I see a shadow of you because you are unlimited potential

revelation one:

The physical world we see is but the shadow cast upon it by naming undifferentiated space.

saturday night...

Its Saturday night in the city of the damned, day two of the mescaline vacation. I'm in 13's again, having one of those surreal moments that seem too perfect to be true. But it is and I'm here. Living the life you can't and doing the drugs you won't so you don't have too. there's a little piece of heaven shaped like a Caesar salad in front of me and charlie Parker on the jukebox.

Ive been wandering around the quarter all night looking for something. what? i haven't the faintest idea.

i go back to the dragons den, but the noise is too much, i cant hear myself think. so i drift deeper into the quarter, and eventually find myself at the river....

saturday morning...

john Coltrane's "The damned don't cry". Perfect sound track for a drunken morning in new Orleans.

The sun is up and the day is new. She saw us in all her glory as Shamus and I cruised up Claiborne towards the HQ. We had an interesting talk with the cabby, only to conclude that it was indeed hell in a hand basket, and wasn't nothing we could do about. Aside from that I'd have to say tonight's experiment was a complete success. Very eventful but somehow hazy right now. Could be the fact that its like 730 and its been a 12 hour flight.

James is passed out on my left, a poor mans Sinatra, creased fedora stained shirt. I think he's all tuckered out. It was a full night. Saw Mayer Hawthorne, check,Rocked a show, check, check, got flashed, mini house party. Check plus. hanging out and tripping inside the home of an amazing artist, where the painting seems 3d and aren't. Maybe I have an art crush.

during the show...

So were in the middle of the show, and I'm barely holding it together as it is, and my boy mike is tripping about Obama winning the Nobel prize, and I look over and somebodies grandma is flashing her tits at me and making them bounce in time to the music and I really got a take a second, like to make sure that I'm seeing, and she looks at me locking eyes and says oh yes baby......

PH test #683

And we're off to the races.....
Its a rainy Friday night in the city of the dead. Couldn't be better. Tonight's experiment has two phases:
Part 1- Mayer Hawthorne and three hits of mescaline @ the HOB.
Part 2- my own show at the dragons and two more hits of mescaline.

I'm excited.

I know, seems like a lot for the first test in a public forum. Extra risky with the performance factor thrown in. But fuck it. Bet a thousand shoot a thousand. Tony's playing driver, and were taking the lac. So no matter what happens, I got that to fall back on. I feel safer in there than anywhere. I should be leaving any minute now. Can't wait to watch the gleaming city drift by.

credit where its due...

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is obama a punchline?

a customer, black of course, just came into the store and told me that i should take down a t-shirt we sell which depicts Obama red eyed holding a bong and a bag of Fritos. the shirt says "barrack obonga". according to the customer "that's not what it is."

for those of who who aren't fluent in Ebonics, that translates as "i disagree with the statement that shirt makes as it is not a factual representation of reality." my response? silence.

up until this moment my blackness has prevented me from commenting to heavily upon Obama and his actions. the last thing i wanted to be was the crab in the bucket trying to pull down the first black president. but my inner nigger is bubbling up to the top, and i cannot hold my tongue any longer. so for the record let me say this:

fuck whomever is in charge.

as a genetic dissenter and permanent devils advocate let me remind the public that despite the color of the face of the smiling politicians, they are all still politicians. lets be honest here, aside from being half black, which he had nothing to do with, what the fuck has Obama done for you? I'm still out here hustlin everyday, still gettin pulled over by the police when i ride caddy, still trying to make ends meet. we don't live in a democracy, we live in an oligarchy. wake the fuck up. the faster we realize that the two party system is a sham, the faster we can burn it down and come up with something that does work.

soul by the pound...

if your anything like me your on a constant hunt for food for the soul. so here ya go...

I'm still in shock. Is nothing sacred? If it be honest with myself, DP's really crossed over the moment they won that grammy. We are all victims of our own success. But damn, a tide commercial? Cool like that, in a fuggin tide commercial? That's some ol bullshit.

I've been driven to drink, and have barricaded myself in my favorite downtown watering hole, behind a stiff grand meaux on ice and byrds horn. Bits of convo wash over me. The guys on my right are soundmen talking shop, on my left, a guy is trying to get laid. And the world goes round. I'm a bit numb to it all. I'm haunted by the tide logo.

I just heard digable planets used in a tide commercial. I think a piece of me died.

Back on that Venezuela, socialist tangent, the guy I spoke to told me that one weekend, friday to sunday, the had like 70 some odd murders. Obviously that's a record, but the norm is around 50. Now I ask, what kind of shit is that? Imagine waking up one monday in NOLA to hear that 50 folks had been murdered. What a mind fuck that would be. Things are never as bad as they seem. And this morning I sit in a crowded dental clinic waiting to be seen and feeling lucky that I can, because I can't afford insurance or private care. I suppose clinics are socialist by nature, but would I trade good teeth for the right to ride around in my cadillac? I'm not sure. Responsible me says yes, but when I had two stacks to burn, I bought a cadillac instead of a root canal and crown. Whatever that means.