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

by Samuel Oxymoron (Shadow of the Locust)

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1.
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
2.
BoofZilla 03:07
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
Ready Writer 03:09
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
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

about

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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