Samuel the Oxymoron: The Middle​-​Aged Has​-​Been Rapper EP Volume 1

by Samuel the Oxymoron (Shadow of the Locust)

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This album was concepted by a fanciful trip back to Sam's upbringing in Hiphop as he reminisced on his good ol' days of late 90's rap music. All production features this heyday of urban mainstream, chopped, cut-up & mixed by Beat Somebody, in an elaborate audible display of completely entertaining Hiphop music!

8 original songs over 8 classic 90's beats jacked, chopped and filtered through the twisted ingenuity of Locust Producer Beat Somebody.

Although the beats are not 'new' the re-versioned concepts are fresh and invigorating! Sam Ox's lyrical prowess & Beat Somebody's quirky re-envisioning layered over these classics makes for a completely heavy-hitting final product. Oxymoron definitely soothes us with a thorough trip from fun (BoofZilla), to emotional (Start to Finish), to revealing (Fight for You), to the insightful (Ready Writer). His counterpart on the project, Beat Somebody, provides a definitive twist on some well known classics (Digable Planets, Tribe Called Quest, Biggie Smalls, etc) that seems to perfectly blend new audio concepts into grooved-ridden hits, seating us right in the middle of before & next, then & now, yesterday & today.

"Has-been Smas-been"...Kiddie rappers take notes. Looks like Sam just got started. Enjoy.

credits

released March 25, 2014

written and performed by Samuel Oxymoron (except where indicated)

all beats borrowed, sliced, diced and re-pasted by Beat Somebody

recorded by BeatSomebody at gunpoint by Jeremiah Dirt at the Qumran Cave Studio (Shadow of the Locust HQ)

Featuring:

Shadow of the Locust: Jeremiah Dirt, Calmplex, Hosea Noiz, "M" aka Muffin & Loose.Enda

Man of War courtesy of War Records
Foreknown courtesy of Humble Beast Records
ManCHILD of Mars Ill & Deepspace 5
Sojourn of Future Shock/Tunnel Rats crew

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Track Name: I Just Like to Rap
This aint that token born in harlem/ Road to Stardom
Struggle to the top of hip hop totem pole
i’m 9 to fiver/ clock in and out survivor
so wife can get fries with that/ and baby’s got some diapers
I frequently rhyme scheme when the moonlight beams
the brightest / and everyone else dreams
it’s kinda my thing / get geek when a beat
holds me hostage/ till i give a 16 bar fee/ to set me free
thats reality some starving artists can’t see
happy to be / living life/ with God & family
and please...if u ever see me do the contrary
slap me back to my senses immediately
Rap? it’s 47th on the checklist
but Once in my element I’m a force to reckoned with
So after the mic get’s wrecked
It’s back to mild mannered livin already in progress

I AM/ NOT FAMOUS HIP HOP STAR / NOT EVEN ON POP CHARTS
NOT EVEN WHAT YOU WANT
I JUST LIKE TO RAP
NO AGENDA HIDDEN / SAMUEL OX IS SPITTIN
DON’T GIVE ME NO LIP ‘CUS
I JUST LIKE TO RAP

Was larva when “PLAGUE” bombarded in ‘99
til currently i rise from DIRT/ rooted in christ
Samuel!...not your average christian gimmick rap clone
master ceremonies with appetite of cannibals
a cross between the hulk foaming thru his teeth
feening to slice open mikey-phones like guillotines
hiphop captain lou albano/
minus hawaiian shirts & cyndi lauper music video cameos
but my real super talent is shaking up my babys bottle
so fast! i leave no powder clumps for him to swallow
God, family, hiphop on a balancing beam
challenging but possible. just read phil. 4:13
i’m inclined to move toward the mic booth/
spit a rhyme or 2/ while wifey smiles at me from across the room
then its back home where baby snores between his mom and me
pull on my beard with his toes all night in his sleep
Track Name: BoofZilla
young bucks call this old school style/ with no clue they smile
as i’m reviled at whats spoken by juveniles
but they not so used to how
a snare slap / and kick boom sound / inspire souls and move a crowd
check it/ what you hearing is standard embedded by golden era veterans
as a template/ not just for rememberin’
forget what / popular rap / says is freshest
puttin no effort into bars/ and it’s these lethargic records
that bleed out the heart of hiphop and discredits legends
cus’ real heads/ don’t feel em and yearn for something better
this beat thump/ is the demand for excellence
it’s that audio fist balled up / banging on your entrance
Seems/ like i’m jus a blip on screen
but this that rhyme scheme/ deep within belly of wicked beast
til the truth of your depravity rips thru your chest cavity
while you grit teeth and scream like ridley scott movie scenes

(THROW YOUR HANDS IN THE SKY)
BOOFZILLA! BRUISE AND HIT UP
FUTILE WICKED INFLUENZA
(THROW YOUR HANDS IN THE SKY)
YOUR GUNS AND TANKS CAN’T STOP
THE PRAISE AND THANKS
(THROW YOUR HANDS IN THE SKY)
IF YOU HOLDIN UP THE WALL THEN YOU MISSING THE POINT

hit you with a picture of devastation/ then switch it up to restoration
like extreme makeover/ presentations
Ox delivers with vigor of earthquakes/ quivering richter scales
impale verbal vertebrae quicker than
beauty pageants raps on radio stations
look at these glamorous accessories and transportation
call it old man rants / while waving my cane
to get these whippersnappers off my grass/ but instead of that
my rants are microphone shotgun blasts
leaving kiddie rappers careers dead in their tracks
and betcha that - won’t defect these pop chart zombies
to unplug the cable from they skull like Keanu Reeves
i’m on one!!... NO Drake’s interpretations
this spirit blazin’ lyricism / not fake illustrations
while they rake in millions / raping children’s brains
me and crew will be chosen few to speak the truth unashamed
Track Name: Pen Play w/ "M" aka Muffin & Jeremiah Dirt
This is time spent to vent rhymes out my head
Flex stretch mind muscle recline bend
Dive first into rigorous think zone
Brain matter eat data platter alamode
Memorize facts til your skull is fat
paralyzed can’t apply when trouble smacks
Arms / limbs like machine do same routine
Gears grind thoughts Busy bee purring
Quick flash half second dash images
Twinkle eye speed blur smear increments
sub con/ stores evil plots/ dungeon locked
divine polish blots blotches on heart

Quiet on the set take 2 million and 8
score cards get burnt in the fire of grace
Double dare skeptics with a clenched fist
Watch chaos blossom out tha pocket of bliss
Record scratch mishap party on pause
They staring with embarrassment/ at the flaws
mental mac truck carrying the strife
freeway of frustration – that’s a jackknife
more than a short lived cameo clip
or actor supporting on the credit list
journal entries / promote eternity
holy DNA cause inferno hell freeze
Track Name: Fight For You
More than “Method and Mary” serenade
More than venereal plague induced music stereos play
More than airheads shake derrieres
for fair weather mates-Wicked cycle producing divorcees
Bout that real daily hustle and grind
Picture of Christ and his bride seen within husband and wife
But when wedding dress goes in storage
honeymoons over Ceremonies done and the vows are spoken
At a point in time puppy love runs dry
And the flutter of butterflies in your stomach subsides
Your just left with------two imperfect humans
Inclined to hurt and ruin each other in a perfect union
Listen Wifey, Satan hates us - we must strengthen up for when he bumrushes like a flood
But my feet are infused on the rock of truth-and with that being said baby I WILL FIGHT FOR YOU

LIFE IS CRUEL / I’LL BE THERE IT’S TRUE
YOU NEED TO KNOW BABY - I WILL FIGHT FOR YOU

In disagreements and strife
bitter seasons and nights - When it feels like just you and me in this life
When bill collector’s call
thru offenses and faults - Even when the evil one tempted us/ we fought it all
Providence of God/ the gasoline to trampoline
Over reckless contention and harm
And into the arms of redemption
Hedge of protection - reflection of the presence of divine affection
Erika baby you precious - I’m relentless when contesting spirits or flesh that comes against us
Like when I almost punched that dude in the mouth for cussing us out
In hospital lunch lounge when u were pregnant with our child
Or when we cry supplications - Summon fire to revive dry bones in trials we facing
So bold when I hold you in my embrace
We approach His throne and praise the Lord for His grace

I WILL Fight like a king warring against regimes
Protecting the honor of his lovely Queen
fight for your safety / for your provision
for my love to be untainted - no conditions
slice the throat of a demon speaking lies
with bible quotes – ephesians 5:25
fight my mind and flesh to be better
fight my moods that keep us from being together
fight to draw lines with flirty wenches
cus they don’t measure to the value of your essence
fight to unite us under love of Christ umbrellas
untouched by the sidetracks of life’s crazy weather
Track Name: Ready Writer
hank God for freedom
this feeling goes deeper than goosebumps or tingles if you peel
away at my appearance
you’ll see a man with weaknesses and shameful behavior repeated
but that aint why im free/cus if i relied on me
to redeem every bad deed i’ll still be in need
don’t know how to explain/ or give account how depraved
men embrace gospel/ foundations with power & strength
abounding grace/ much more than the sin in me
all i know - used to be blind... now i can see
mysterious metamorphosis / wicked wretched corpse
to a living blessed hope / cus of risen majestic Lord
more than geeky character of ned flanders
or creflo panhandler on TBN channels
beyond hymnals played/ or bumper sticker cliches
you can't encapsulate/ my faith/ with just man’s equations

SAM OX FLOW FREELY / THRU POETRY LEAKING
PROFUSELY OUT THE EXPOSED
VEINS OF EXPRESSION
MY TONGUE IS THE PEN OF A READY WRITER
WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT

i’m like a moth if you saw an absurder sight
emerging from moss, filth and grime…
above the surface of a lost mind
brought toward the light that consume every lack and every ruin
it’s whats brought me crashing thru the ash of my cocoon
where i splash into massive truth
my spirit dancing to/ hand claps and flutes
the rhythm that caused my spirit to swing in an instant
spontaneous outta the blue revolution
not waiting for you to make a move for us we just
aim straight for the weak who seek hope and peace
you know this crew gon’ giv you what you need
Shadow Locust
whats spoken tears open holes for breathing
within the claustrophobic
boa constrictor squeeze / of empty speech
from peanut gallery/ you know they tend to speak
Track Name: No Biggie w/ Calmplex & Hosea Noiz
If you never heard of Shadow Locust / nice to meet you
Some day we’ll rock a stage in your town / and properly greet you
stand firm on Christ/derive the surge to rhyme words
Of life to ignite the urge to merge with the true vine…but
Some view my crew as a revolving door entity
Members added then subtracted – just instability
Just a group of / “Jesus” rapper screw ups
Who get booted from churchy spots/ and included in what you call
dirty/ cus of the mercy we brought
for the worst of the worst cus some are thirsty for God
and some are not/
but that don’t mean/ that just maybe the seed planted in that wilderness won’t some day bring forth a crop.
And that’s the difference between
your stupid opinion and the unseen fruit produced that lasts for infinity

COUNT US OUT WHILE WE COUNT ON GOD? IT’S NO BIGGIE

and same goes for those who were cool for the moment
just for the gloating/ switched it up and then began to roast us.
thats not for those who peaced out properly
It’s for those who gave daps and hugs then ran from us like we was leper colony
There’s no amount of slander or gossip
That man can talk up to tank what God plans as the outcome
cus if tomorrow SOTL shuts down/
It wouldn’t be because YOU said so/ its becus HE allowed it
So God willingly…if I got ablility
I’ll continue to style rhythmically and jot my scribblings
To wreck the lies the righteous speak
To shed light in the dead of night where deception tries to creep
You see…Locusts the underdogs
unpluggin the clog for the unction to flood in and cause wonder and awe
towards my glorious God / in his presence your performance is facade
we know were flawed / that’s why not many noble are called
Track Name: Start to Finish
I’m telling you nothing or nobody can unlock my stare from
Reaching the place of my inheritance
You can attempt to scare with lips that shoot Darts of curses
and eventually want my hope to end up in black hearses
deserted in darkness where you expect me to land
don’t let defeat keep me down
I wanna stand God!
Grab my hand cus I can’t move any further
With just my feeble plans and what lacks in mortal man
Heal my wounds and scrapes/ bruises and shame
You can remove the pain/ out the tomb you was raised!
The spirit that raised you thru crucifixion and the grave
Raise me thru this when I call on your name
I’ll take on this wall of shame
That I’ve watched separate me from the God that saves/ the cross that breaks chains
I’ll stop falling on my face/ charge with all my strength
And break until I’m faced with my calling and my clam

THIS SONG I’M SPITTIN COME FROM MY COMPOSITION
THE WORD OF GOD INSCRIPTED INTO MY HEART AND SPIRIT
SO FROM START TO FINISH GIVE MY ALL TO WIN THIS
GOING THE LONG DISTANCE AND BEYOND THE LIMITS

Now my drive …. To keep moving aint fueled by acolades
Cus’ them applauds don’t exist or theyre just exaggeration
of my delusional brain –
that translates a few heads likin my music into “I’ma quit my job today”
hold dem horses/ hone your focus
count the cost of course before you / find out what ‘s important
listen mid life crisis misfit
eyes filled with desires of mics and public interest
don’t be quick to empty out/ legacy found
in the presence of your fledglings and spouse
drown the lethargy
Readily pounce / to be the remedy/ wildcat leopard style
Tenacity/ at level maximum
But not for expressin clever rap stanzas
Unmeasured steadfastness/ For betterment of my family
My Treasures / Erika and Sammy Xander
Track Name: Has-Been Rapper Cypher w/ Loose.Enda, Man Of War, Foreknown, ManCHILD, Sojourn & DJ BeatSomebody
As I unite / voltron rap bombs combine
Cleaver / procedures when team slice with rhyme
Powerful impact (BOOM EFFECT) from the atom split
/ pen and pad fission / nuke boom massiveness
Bump that Busta onamonapea / ! Crunch! Bop! And beat up
Mustard off the hot dog wiener / funny caliber ( rhyme------ speaker)
I’m mugsy with a club and heater / thunder punch speeches
Ugly up your dumb demeanor / dump on style leeches
Weak techniques emcees repeatin
when I say “emcee” ????..... I’m being facetious
swiss cheese these measly steezies
fingers squeezing its breathing til it ceases
excalibur fire breathin wackness
Cut to fractions (roar roar) munchkin dragon
family loving guy/rapper husband hybrid/
Changing caca diapers/ and still damage the cipher
Chicka dee chocko da chocalate chicken
Gonna git hostile When Ox starts spittin
My Flow is verbal bully giving nurples/noogies
To jerks and rookies spittin nefarious Hyper-bole
And in a second in time like Jekyl and Hyde
revert back to Samuel – just a simple guy