(©2007 Mark Baranowski - createtolive.com)

Just like Charlie
I watch from the trees
I can see you through the curtain
If you only knew
My intentions are endless
It's just a matter of time
The nerve is there... I could enter right now
But patience is half the fun
No need at all for a gun

Call me the prowler
Why not? The name fits
Beware of the prowler
Don't try to resist

My hands are my weapons
The hurt they cause is irreparable
Your body and mind
Forever belong to me
Emotional scars
Sometimes never heal
A psyche so fragile
Too bad you took it for granted
So much for a perfect existence
Isn't this world so cruel?

Call me the prowler
Why not? The name fits
Beware of the prowler
Don't try to resist
Succumb to the prowler
You can't avoid fate
Remember the prowler
Purveyor of hate

I creep through the shadows
Your bedroom in view
I enter in silence
Slip under the sheet
Before you're aware
I'm already there
Results of my actions
Beyond all repair
It's nothing personal my dear
I feed on fear

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Lilith called the shots around the garden
Adam had no choice but to oblige
When she said “jump”, he said “how high?”
Until he finally realized
That a man's home is indeed his humble castle
That's the way it should be and so it was
Lilith said for the last time, “obey me”
Adam put a stop to the bullshit
Fashioned a knife made of sharpened branches
Tied together with a whip-like vine
Penetrated her stomach with enjoyment
Reached inside until the bitch died
Turned her inside out and covered the body with viscera
He marveled at the way it glistened in the moonlight

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There's no more room in hell
It's flooded up to earth
Make room for the risen dead
Or become like them

The dead walk the earth
Making life a living hell
Heaven just a fantasy in the land of Valhalla
Your paradise is lost

Your flesh will be devoured
Your mind will be erased
Your precious possessions will burn and smolder
Existence turns to black
Oceans red with blood
Ether is the air
What once was so vital
Is now insignificant
Death is all that's left

When the dead walk the earth
Earth is the new name for hell
Heaven but a dream in the wasteland of Tartarus
Your paradise is lost

Your paradise is lost (x4)

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Cthulhu fhtagn

In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming

That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange aeons even death may die

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Hourglass silhouette
Sweat beads fallin'
Half-light beamin' off the curves of her body
The vision causes minds to corrupt
It's a perversion story
The strongest of its kind
Daemonica Sensualis
She's a killer in disguise

You never see her comin'
You never know just what hit you
One minute you're your own man the next you're insane
Doin' whatever it takes to have her
She's got the power it's her world
To think it's not you're livin' a lie
Through plague war and famine the woman will always survive
Man is just a way to pass the time

It's a perversion story
The strongest of its kind
Daemonica Sensualis
She's too beautiful to die
It's a perversion story
The most perverted of its kind
Daemonica Sensualis
She'll blow your one-track mind

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Tormented Sleep
To sleep is to dream
Only thing that I dread
Someone might hear me scream
I close my eyes
The torture begins
This happens night after night
Punishment for my sins?

I hear the voices
Increasing in volume
Cursing my choices
Which sent them to their doom
They never knew
They could never have known
I could retrace my steps
I recall every moan

There have been many times
When I've been unsure
Could I really be demented?
I blame all the times
When I've been unsure
For this tormented sleep

It's as if I'm there
Reliving the crime
Is this called deja vu?
I've gone back in time
But this time it's no fun
I didn't want this
I have no regrets
But I wouldn't miss
Tormented sleep

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Another night
But unlike any before
Marking the start of my private war
Between what's right and wrong
No difference anymore

It's the night you become food for the worms
It's the night you become food for the worms

Gather what I'll need
To do all I have to
Can't take it all, just so much I can do
I'll be back home soon, tomorrow I'll start anew

It's the night you become food for the worms
It's the night you become food for the worms

Gather what I'll need
But leave empty-handed
Pockets bulge, that's fine, that's how I planned it
No one will care to ask
Those who do... relax

More than ready, I enter the night
So dark before me
Few passing headlights
My palms are already wet
I walk on with delight

It's the night you become food for the worms

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I can't recall her name
But she said she was from the city
The others looked the same
She was certainly pretty
She had her own favorite place
And there was no more time to waste
“What we do is up to you”
A lust for flesh like this she never knew
She does this for her baby
Now where have I heard that before?
If she was half a lady
She would have chosen to ignore me

She began to pose for me
Her shadow looming over me
“Do anything you want to”
Against her hot flesh, my love grew
So I gave in
I played along
But not for long
First, I give in
I play along
Never for long
My fingers around her neck
With all my strength, tightly squeezing
The ultimate respect
Nothing else quite as pleasing
She struggled in vain to get free
Punching, slapping, clawing at me
That was all she could do
For a moment, she knew...
My lust for flesh is all that's true

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Punish me
I deserve it all
I promise, I won't fall
Punish me
I'll take it like a man
Punish me
I do understand
Don't hesitate
You can abuse me
I need it done to me
I want to feel your pain
Until none remains
I love you, too
Never leave me
Mistress, believe me
I'd never resist
All for the sake of your kiss

Punish me
Burn me with your fire
Punish me
If that's your desire
Punish me
Leave your mark on me
Punish me
Where no one else can see
Don't hesitate
You can instruct me
Or destruct me
I'm longing to feel your pain
Until none remains

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(©1993 Mark Baranowski)

Wonderin'
What it would be like in another land
Where all you could see
Is blue skies and white sand
The people all look the same
And they're all in the same gang
Like brothers and sisters
There ain't no shame in THIS name game
Fame?
There ain't no need for fame
The Creator
Does not allow false idols
So there's no one greater
Than Him
So throw your ego aside, in this hemisphere
Love is all around
There's no jealousy, guilt or fear
Burdens which are heavily on our backs
In our bodily form
Sometimes I wonder why I was born
When I stop
And look at my life, as it is now
I ain't really got nothin'
Except for some know-how
My family life ain't much to speak of
It reeks of
Non-communication and stubborness
And weak love
Momma's so far away
And Dad is in Cali
Why does grass look greener
On the other side of the valley?
It's just a deception
To keep someone guessin'
Why does life give answers
Then suddenly change the question?
It seems so unfair
And yet we keep on
Just survivin'
Although one day
We'll all be gone
And enter The Freeway
From stage right
Except there's no exit
But no need for stage fright
We'll all be taken care of
And given much leeway
Together forever
Once we join on The Freeway.

(Freeway...The Silent Freeway)
Together forever on the...
(Freeway...The Silent Freeway)
No madness, just gladness on the...
(Freeway...The Silent Freeway)
It's MORE than a dream, the...
(Freeway...The Silent Freeway)
Where peace can be seen.

Picture a freeway
Where no one can get hurt
No pavement
No need for it
Just bare feet and dirt
Walkin' for miles and miles
Never gettin' tired
No person's better than another
We're all equally admired
Not like life
Where everyone is competin'
Tryin' hard to be the best
Not worried about who they're beatin'
When one steps on another
To get to the top
In this life, they may succeed
But in the next, they'll get dropped
Into the pit
Of the fiery furnace
And burn, meanwhile
The one to laugh last laughs best
And avoids exile
But now, look at the world
The Creator has planned
He also planned its destruction
And He labelled it Man
Radiation, pollution and discrimination
Why is peace nothin' but another dream
To this nation?
Gang-bangers and crack slangers
Murder and robbery
Third world nations
Livin' in depression and poverty
Not just there, it's everywhere
From deep in L.A.
To the boroughs of New York
I don't see it goin' away
It's a plague spreadin' fast across the land
And we're sinkin' like quicksand
It's hard for me to be a man who understands
Just what to do
With a nation that's facin'
Extinction
When our law-makers are all basin'
It's vital
For me not to think suicidal
Cuz if I went out like that
I'd have no title
And gettin' to The Freeway
Would be just a dream
Cuz down is the alternative
Where no one can hear you scream.

Freeway...Together forever on The Freeway
Our life will be better on The Freeway
It's more than a dream...The Freeway
There's only one King.

The year...1974
One more
Victim brought into the world
Right after a war
A bouncin' baby boy
His parents are overjoyed
Although it's a Kodak moment
Get the Polaroid
But with all good times
Comes many hardships
When daddy's busy drinkin'
While his boy's still an infant
Then worse comes to worst
And mommy just can't take it
They get a divorce
NOW how's their boy gonna make it
Through the rest of his life?
Not knowin' if he's comin' or goin'
Learnin' right from wrong on his own
Cuz there's no one to show him
Only his grandparents
Who ain't no help to him
They only tell him things
That THEY think should be gettin' through him
Simply too overprotective
That describes 'em best
Now mommy's got a new man
Damn! His life's a bigger mess
Movin' first from an apartment
And then
To a bigger house in the city
Then they move AGAIN!
Could this really be the best for...
Well, we'll say "Vincent"
Names have been changed
To protect the innocent
Anyway, time goes on
And life's gotten worse
Vinnie's spendin' a lot of time
Thinkin' about a hearse
And what it would be like
To become its passenger
Once he'd been visited
By the Lord's Messenger
He thought of The Freeway
And enterin' Paradise...
But would he really get there
If he chose to end his life
In an unnatural way?
In other words, suicide
He thought some more...
"That ain't the way REAL men died"
Decidin' to survive
His life got MORE complicated
He left his home
And his stepdad, who he hated
But leavin' his home
Made him feel MORE alone
He's also leavin' his mother
Now all that's left is the phone
But Vinnie didn't have the courage
To make the call
So, there's no communication at all
And what about his poor brother?
The child's only 3
Without a brother he knows he has
How will HIS life be?
So now Vinnie lives with his grandparents
Who bug him
And nag, and bitch...
He'd love to just slug 'em!
But nah, just stay cool
Don't go out like a fool
Ignore 'em
Just try to keep your mind on school
You're in your last year
Plus you got a girlfriend who's dope
Bam, boom, pow!
And you hope
That this special relationship
Lasts forever and ever
You love her so much
You never met no one better
She's all you need now
If she ever leaves
Your life does, too
It's rather grim
But grimness is what you're used to
But that's enough thinkin' for now
Til another day
Live...
Later for The Freeway.

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(©1993 Mark Baranowski)

Peacefulness
A state of mind
You can't waste the time
To find a rhyme to bind
Or simply unwind
Crimes
Committed by a sucker punk
Who should be dead
The only important matter
Is which bunk bed
Holds him
The top or the bottom
Ol' Mr. 5-0 got him
Now he's livin' delirium
Like Saddam
Houssein
An insane brain ain't difficult to obtain
And once you got it
Bang!
You're a pawn in the game
Imagination is the name of it
You just fell claim to it
Now you're its victim
There's no use bein' ashamed of it
There's no escape from your fate
So debate
To be or not to be batty
Like the man in the black cape
You'll be just another mental case
Disgraced, a waste
And yet another Scarface
Who just can't get with me
And my Disciples Dissin' Discipline
Yeah, that's the name of the crew I'm in
Fool, got a problem with that?
Don't even try it
Yo, where ya live?
I'll have my man drive by it
And do it, go through it
Yo G, ya shoulda knew it
Cuz you stepped to The Marksman and tried
But you blew it
And um, speakin' of blowin'
Guess who's blowin' my johnson
She used to be yours
However, now she's mine, son
And damn, the girl's hype
Yo, you shouldn't have hit her
But now you're gettin' shaken
And taken out
Just like kitty litter
That's all your life's worth
Cuz yo, you're livin' foul
So plead insanity
Or throw in the towel.

Yeah, I plead insanity...I plead insanity
Everybody's lookin' at me but they're not understandin' me
I plead insanity, I plead insanity
They can't see that I'm just bein' who I have to be...
Hard.

Call me The Marksman
I'm rippin' up enough styles
Piles for miles
I'm makin' ya listen
Not missin' what I'm sayin'
Meanwhile, back at the ranch
Pretenders try to bite it
I oblige
I offer it to 'em
See I don't hide it
But, even after they got it
They can't get it
So they give it back
From MY mouth it sounds dope as hell
But from THEIRS, it's wack
Drivin' a Cadillac
You think you're a star
You're nothin' but FUBAR
You can't afford payments
So to hell with the car
Me, I got a real job
I'm goin' for mine
Doin' what I gotta
And I'm takin' my time
I'm just movin' along...
You know how the song go
Honeys call me Mark
While certain friends call me Domino
Describin' my personality
I like reality
Some people like shammin' me
But it's all in the family
I adore 'em
When times are gettin' too tough
I ignore 'em
When I try to re-tell a story to somebody
I bore 'em
Like In Dulce Decorum
Check your Miami Vice number two
Soundtrack, baby boo
A-boo-boo-boo-boo!
So plead insanity, MC's
You're all out
Cuz when I'm on the mic
It's just like nuclear fallout
A tragedy, chaos
Consider the consequence
YOU'RE gonna beat ME?!
Boy, get some common sense!
Now what would the papers call it...?
(News at 11!)
Boy, you'll be unrecognizable
Carry your wallet
As some form of I.D.
Yo, why'd you try to be
Harder than you are
You should have known you die, G
But if I get accused of murder
I'll simply tell 'em the rhyme did it
And with a payoff, they'll forget it
Don't get me wrong
I ain't the one to be dealin' with bad cops
Then again, few cops are good cops
They need to be dropped
Like the way they've gotten used
To droppin' so many brothers
Rodney King and others
Now's the time to discover
A new form of law enforcement
Like Robocop
Somethin' that's indestructible
And able to drop
Villains, gangsters and criminals
Just like a disease
Take me as an example
Cuz I'm droppin MC's
A minute and a half into the rhyme
And I STILL ain't had time
To take a breath
But I'm still goin' for mine
What I got you wanna get
But you just can't get with it
If you paid a cool grand for my rhymes
You STILL couldn't hit it
You ain't shit, bitch
You better forget this
But if you keep on tryin'
Better pull out your Wish List
And hope for more sense in your head
To put in your rhymes
Cuz if you keep writin' that nonsense
It's Killer Time
You never used your head
So you lost it, how?
I covered it up
Went to the river and tossed it
Now how do I plead
For bein' so damn gory?
Insanity
Because he never said he was sorry.

Insanity...for suckers lookin' too hard at me
Insanity...for girls who dissed me on the way up
Insanity...for those who said I couldn't do this
Insanity...all with the "he say, she say"
Insanity...for people livin' hypocritical
Insanity...most of all, to my family
Enough said...I'm out.

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(©1993 Mark Baranowski)

Brothers are yellin'
Drug dealers are sellin'
In the heart of the city
Gang-bangers are bailin'
To the scene of another crime
Too often committed
The police have been notified
Now they're gonna get it
An unwed mother has just committed suicide
Because a drive-by
Has caused her only baby to die
Teenage girls choosin' to work on the streets
Sellin' their bodies
Just to get somethin' to eat
Cops drivin' 'round
In the search of a shakedown
Brothers are their target
The streets are their playground
A damn shame
What the hell is the world comin' to
When you can't trust police
To do what they're supposed to do?
House brothers
Contribute to the situation
A prejudiced mind
Leads to wider discrimination
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
In this case
The shade of their face
Compared with their mind
Is misplaced
It's a way of life
From beat-downs to rumbles
It's typical...
It's just another day in the jungle.

The jungle...Yo, when we gonna get out the jungle?
The jungle...Can somebody please help me?
Jungle, the jungle...We're reachin' the finish line
The jungle...But we're runnin' out of time.

The jungles, the concrete jungles
I mean ghettoes
Containing Pinocchios
Created by demented Gippetos
You'll never see tourists here
There's never a stranger
The ghetto has no attraction
They know they'd be in danger
So-called "higher class"
Lookin' down at "lower class" citizens
With disgust and criticism
They don't give a care
For none of these people's welfare
As long as they're livin' large
And they don't end up there
All this is just my opinion
But it would seem evident
That the finger of blame
Is pointed straight at the president
No, not just the president
The government, in general
For the fact that they love to meddle
In situations with other nations
But what about us?
Have we all died and decayed?
"Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust"?
Instead of helpin' Russians
Why not help ourselves
And those strivin' to escape
But minus the weatlh?
Free cheese, some milk and a check
Doesn't mend situations
For people who go out and spend
Every penny of it
But you can't do anymore for 'em
Just do as little as necessary
And then ignore 'em
Yeah that's the ticket
So YOU think
But that's unacceptable
It's despicable, man
I thought this land was respectable
Politicians are maxin'
While economy crumbles...
It's just another day in the jungle.

The jungle...Talkin' about the jungle
The jungle, the jungle...Gotta try to escape
The jungle, the jungle...What is the world comin' to?
The jungle...Escape from the drugs, violence and rape

Jungle, the jungle...Government disowned us
The jungle, the jungle...Tryin' to survive
The jungle, the jungle...Can we make it alone?
HELL yeah...as long as we keep the dream alive

Homeless families
On the streets, holdin' up signs
They're searchin' for work
To make money, to stay alive
In Cali, Mexicans are hangin' out on the corner
With nothin' else to do
They've illegally crossed the border
Fallen victim to the myth
The United States is all o' that
When we still got suckers
Drivin' 'round with a gat
So the Mexicans take the hint
And get their own caliber weapon
Or keep a knife in their pocket
Whenever they're steppin'
This kind of violent mentality
Must be erased
Not to mention what they're doin' for base
That illegal drug that's poisonin'
Too much of America
You wanna blame Bush but you're scared?
Yo, I'm darin' ya!
But I don't NEED a dare
I'll still say this shit anyway...
He's bringin' it in
And dishin' it out, with no delay
"It's just another import," they say,
"Ain't no harm done...
This stuff ain't gonna kill 'em
Quicker than their own gun"
Damn!
This type of mentality
Runnin' our country is scary
We'll all just end up in the cemetery
So, my final message for unity is simply this...
Don't find yourself caught dissin'
Just dismiss prejudice
And continue like this
And stand together forevermore
The motto of The Marksman...
"Make peace, and not war"
Will soar.

Believe that...To the 3000's, y'all...Peace.

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(©1993 Mark Baranowski)

Step on up
The party's packed
From front to back
Girlies stacked
And fiendin' for the bozack
As I grab the mic
They all yell, and holler and scream
As their panties get creamed
So I just continue my funky flow
Then I let you know...
It's time to let the horns go
Smooth, you're now in the groove
And it seems I've proved
I'm fully capable of makin' you move
You've been introduced to a sound
Much higher than the underground
Though pound for pound
It's gettin' ya down
Who's the MC that makes ya feel free?
On his own, occasionally with Double-D
The one who lets ya let yourself go
And at the same time
Helps your mind grow...you know
There is no other this shade
That can rock the mic
And still stay true to the game
While gainin' much fame
Call this is a freestyle, if ya will
All I know
Is it's the funkiest shit
This side of Capitol Hill
I mean Cypress
Don't even try to try us
We'll greet you and beat you
You'll end up sayin' we're the flyest
Of all that are fly
It's been like that from the time we were born
Original macks
Cuz we give 'em the horn....
Give it to 'em!

Original macks, cuz we give 'em the horn...

People wanna know
How a white kid like me
Ever got to be so damn funky
I don't have an answer to give 'em
But I just know I gotta play somethin' else
When I hear a wack-ass rhythm
It might have been the boys
From the other side of town
Who introduced me to this funky sound
And when I got the style down
I became the one
Pullin' all of the hotties around
With brothers fiendin' for the rhyme scheme
I was soon at the top
It still seemed like a dream
I thought of the times
I used to kneel at my window sill
Starin' at the sky so still
"I wish I may, I wish I might"
I used to talk to the stars
Shinin' so bright in the night
"Please make me a winner
Bless me with success
To become what I wanna
I gotta strive for the best"
So, I sat and wrote rhymes that I knew about
Hardship, life
But not puttin' someone's head out
See, the message I came upon with was this...
Treat others equal
Don't face 'em with prejudice
But this ain't the time
For me to be speakin' on racial issues
It's time for the horn to blow
No need for facial tissues....
Give 'em the horn!

Horn
A wind instrument
Usually made of brass
Creatin' a sound
Makin' ya shake your--
As we go a little somethin' like this
You resist to miss
Or diss or boo or hiss
You'd kiss this
Master of Ceremony
If I chose to let you
You know that if I wanted to
I'd get you and wet you
Wet like a disposable towelette
And then what?
Well, just how smooth can a vowel get?
"A-E I-O-U...
A steamy and hot love affair
Because I love you!"
But hold up, wait a minute!
You say that you love me?
Yo, honey...
You're only 16?
I thought you were at least 20!
Damn
I just fell victim to the crime of the century
No thang
I'll be damned if I let honey get to me
And that's the other meanin' of horn givin'...
Arousin' the hoochies until they're driven
To hesitate no longer
But I wait
Until their feelin's get stronger
By that time
I'm doin' somethin' I'll probably regret
Then again...huh
They're gettin' somethin' they'll never forget
So you see
The horn can be
So very
Effective
In every way that it's given
Remember, then
And don't be ever forgettin'
After givin'
It's ALWAYS the best to be gettin'...
The horn.

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(©1993 Mark Baranowski)

This is some shit for your ass
As if you needed any more in that hole
Yo, The Marksman has arrived
So commence to roll
Out the red carpet
Because I'm fin to start it
You talked some shit
Now I'mma grab my gat
And your head's the target
I'mma spark it
Just like a Zippo lighter
About to start a fire
Within your dome
You just entered The Dead Zone
You went out like a sucker
And now you're just a cadaver
I cut you open
Vultures made your intestines unravel
Feelin' sick to your stomach?
Just take some Pepto, and let go
Cuz pain is irrelevant
When there's no more tomorrow
Say your prayers, filthy animal
I won't even count to ten
1, 2, 10!
And now a coffin's your best friend
Confused?
Yo, let me break it down for ya
I'm ruthless
Just call me the Road Warrior
And step
And when you see me in the street
Step, with pep
Or prepare for defeat
The brothers say,
"Dig the white kid!
He's comin' off hard as hell!"
Sure they're right
And I fly high like the Memphis Belle
High
But not as high as the rock can take ya
Don't hit a spliff
Cuz I ain't from Jamaica
Ain't down with nasty-ass dread locks
My rhymes are like hemlock
Everlastin'
Like the process of wedlock
You havin' second thoughts
Of continuin' to mess with me, G?
Yo, hold up...wait!
What's come over me?

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(©1993 Mark Baranowski)

This should be called reform
As you watch me perform
Reformation
Throughout the nation
Across the seven seas
And over the river
Through the woods
I make grandmother shiver
Thinkin' back to the days of slaves
And segregation...hmmmm
That's kinda what we're STILL facin'
Rememberin' back to The Audubon Ballroom
Harlem, New York
Is where we fell to our doom
Fightin' to uplift
Meanwhile, our grip slips
Whoops!
Another one of life's big dips
Make it a double
That's not as low as you can go
Let's make a widow out of Yoko
Oh no, Mr. Bill!
This world is ill
There's always a remedy
So let's invent a pill
One that combines the effects of peace
Like a table of goodwill
We've all come to feast
To the east
Forever foreward, we journey on...
But that ain't the name of this song
You're wrong
If you think you're better than another
We're all created equal
Like sister and brother
Or so we've been taught
But if that's the case
Why is nuff props given
If you've got a lighter face?
"But who are YOU to talk?," you ask me
Hey, I know the feelin' of cops drivin' past me
Hawkin' me
Like I'm some kind of criminal
Subliminally
I wonder, "Do they wanna kill me?"
Cuz I got a logo promotin' a gun
I'm thinkin', "Run!"
Until I realize that the real one
Is in HIS holster
Besides, I'd never commit a crime
Yo, you should have listened to my rhyme
When I said
"It's just another day in the jungle"
The action began...
Now let the drum go.

Action
The state or process of doin'
An act
So get on track, and get it movin'
We sat long enough
Now it's time for a stand
Raise our voices
And cultivate this wasteland
To form and refine
I've gone for mine
So go for yours
And do away with the chores
Of society
Because a change is necessary
To raise our mentality
And change our vocabulary
Cuz proper speech patterns
Is a sign of intelligence
Step by step
We'll end this negligence
You call me hypocrite
Cuz I speak in slang
It ain't the same thang
YOU call it a black thang!
But that's what I mean
That's my point, exactly
You tell me you're down
Behind my back you jack me
Who's side are you on?
You'd better make up your mind
To separate the good from the bad
Don't take much time
And time's what we don't have
We used too much already
Why you think today's humanity's a "deadly medly"?
To achieve wealth
And to maintain the proper health
You must possess stealth
And have pride in self
"Ahh, what a glorious day!" you realize
A new world appears before your eyes
Nothin' to criticize
That's your reaction
Life is worth livin'
Now we're ready for action.

One step, two steps
One step at a time
We're on our way to the mountaintop
No fallin' behind
Easy does it
Cuz that's the way it has to be done
To put our hands together
We gotta let go of the gun
What good is it doin' ya?
I just can't understand
Do you feel it protects ya?
Does it make you a man?
Damn, how does THAT shit sound?
A man you ain't
Untie the bind on your mind
Cuz there's too much restraint
If you think that you're all that
Why don't you put down the gat?
Put up your dukes, chap
We'll see how you scrap
I didn't think so, amigo
Now crawl back to your hole
If you refuse to be a leader
Don't try playin' the role
And if he refuse
I don't harass him or bash him
I proceed to proceed
Because I'm ready for action.

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(©1997 Mark Baranowski)

I give it to ya Point Blank
Hence the name Marksman
Writin' rhymes, tellin' you like it is
Makin' sparks, and
I know this shit don't fit my persona...
Do I look someone that rocks the microphone?
Huh?
I take pride in my whiteness
While brothers blubber ebonics
I practice politeness, and proper grammar
I never stammer
And if I did a crime, which I wouldn't
I would die before I went to the slammer
Because that's just a waste of a lifetime
When times are hard, use your mind
Not a .9
I know, talk is cheap
But at least you can afford it
Take it for what it's worth
Or else just ignore it
And that comes from one
Who never went to college
But still stands tall and proud
Burstin' with knowledge
I thank God I look good
In fact, I look REAL good
If you think I'm conceited then I've been misunderstood
Confidence is the key
Words to live by
So many die unhappy cuz they didn't try
To take that giant step
Into the unknown
They'd rather live alone, why?
They're gonna die alone!
Why people wanna waste their earthly time
I can't understand
I'm just doin' my part to lend a helpin' hand
To my fellow man
So I reach the Promised Land
And start from the beginning
Back to where it all began.

CHORUS:
Point Blank, cuz when you come, come correct
I'M comin' correct and direct, gainin' respect
Point Blank...when you come, come correct
I'm pullin' no punches and keepin' suckers in check.

People tend to get to me
When I let the bass go
They say it's too loud
Is it, just cuz they say so?
So do I turn it down?
HELL, no!
Yo, do I turn it down?
Imagine that!
Do I turn it down?
FUCK, no!
There's a sayin'
If it's too damn loud, you're too damn old!
The new generation is in effect
Collectin' cash money and cashin' checks
But never forgettin' where we began
Rememberin' our childhood homes
Away from which we ran
Kickin' up sand cuz life is just a beach
Searchin' for happiness that's STILL out of reach
Keep on prayin' to the Lord
Cuz we can't give up hope
That He may, everyday, help us to cope
It takes much discipline, I gotta say, but
As the Disciples Dissin' Discipline
We're livin' that way
We know our right from wrong
And we always stay right
Unless a sucker motherfucker steps up
And wants to fight
In the name of the Father
The Son and Holy Spirit
We're cappin' ya Point Blank
So everybody fear it.

CHORUS

California, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank
Mexico, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank
Puerto Rico, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank
Buffalo...I'm comin' at ya Point Blank.

Punk bitches, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank
Hypocrites, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank
Corrupt police people, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank
All pretty ladies, I'm comin' at ya Point Blank.

Drug users, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank
Alcoholics, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank
Men beatin' up on their women, cappin' ya Point Blank
Imitators...I'm comin' at ya Point Blank.

Rednecks, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank
Don't talk shit or I'll be cappin' ya Point Blank
Don't test me or I'll be cappin' ya Point Blank
If you're down, I'm comin' at ya Point Blank.

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(©1997 Mark Baranowski)

Hear the flow with no slow tempo...

Here's a flow with no slow tempo
Without a curse
I gotta rehearse a verse first
Burstin' bubbles
Makin' trouble for MC's
Say PLEASE
Before you test crackers like these
We're a band, and you're a fan
We're like the Klan
We stick together and we're better
We take a stand
Against fools like you
What YOU gonna do
When White Lightnin' strikes the ground
You're through
Boo!
I ain't a racist, and I ain't prejudiced
All I'm sayin' to you studio gangsters is
I'm bettin' this
Shit you're poppin' is all a fantasy
YOU couldn't bust a cap
Don't try handin' me that nonsense
Anyone with common sense could tell ya
That bullshit ain't gonna sell, huh
The days of NWA are over and done with
Even Dre says "that's it"
Besides, did you ever see them get a Grammy?
Nope
Don't try denyin' it
I KNOW you understand me
Look where that shit got Tupac
Laid to rest
One lung left in his chest
Now who's next?
Who needs the military?
We got our own war in the streets
One after another gets beat
Day after day
And night after night
Way back in the day
It all came down to a fistfight
It's much too easy, nowadays
For one to get a gat
Too many comin' back strapped.

Hear the flow with no slow tempo...

Here's a flow with no slow tempo
I caught ya prayin', mantis
Oh no, I didn't plan this
It's from the top of my head
I heard somebody said
I'm a white-bred, cracker jack, Right Said Fred-head
Who's got no business in the rappin' game
Isn't that funny?
When it comes to fame
I'M the one the suckers claim
Ironic, isn't it?
Though I must admit it
After this album hits a million
I'll probably forget it
It's just to prove to myself
That I'm as funky
As any jungle monkey
Gettin' paid, rockin' the mic
And dissin' honkeys
Yo, where'd you get that beat from?
They ask, I respond
"Does a magician give out his secrets? Relax!"
If it sounds familiar
It's deja vu like a motherfucker
The first time around deserved another
Play, hey hey hey!
I'm into recyclin'
Glass, plastic, papers, beats
I get hyper when
I hear an unfamiliar break beat
I come on the sheets
Not really, but I loop it
And make it complete
So much for THIS magician keepin' quiet
Nevertheless it's copywritten
So don't even try it
Buy it, don't deny it
It's smooth as it can be
Flavor you savor, sweeter than candy
I make my music for the strippers
Erotic dancers, showgirls
Whatever you fancy to call 'em
So many suckers wanna ball 'em
With no respect
No, they don't love 'em
They just wanna maul 'em, damn!
Why must there always be
Someone to spoil a good thing
I'm ashamed to be a man
Cuz I don't think with my ding-a-ling
You won't see me at the "gentleman's club", G
If that's what you call their clientele
That ain't me.

Here's a flow with no slow tempo...

It's time to break it down
Before it's time to break outta here
Never fear, I'll be back next year
To bring you somethin' new to continue
Addin' lighter, brighter
Hype flavor to the menu
Can you dig it?
I-I knew that you could
I'm a prized possession
Like a man's mornin' wood
I'm too good to let go
Better than the rest
I treat others like they were Elliot Ness
I'd be afraid to diss 'em
Cuz I hate to start shit
But if some comes about
I'm finishin' it
I got long hair
I got white skin
I don't wear sneaks
But I know Nike's "in"
I was raised Catholic
Now I begin again
I'm down with Jesus
Praisin' Allah's a sin
I love white girls
So brother, don't worry about me
Takin' your sister
I wouldn't even kiss her
I sport International Male
"Got it goin' on" gear
Never seen in Timberlands
And Walker Wear
I don't smoke blunts
I treasure each and every one of my brain cells
Pray tell, plus the bud smells
These are some differences
But here's a similarity
With clarity
Someone like me is a rarity
Because I look good
Hip-hop still looks good
Got the picture, Black?
I hope it's understood
All that SHOULD be important is makin' music
Not WHO'S makin' it, but how we use it
Kick the facts
And stay on point
Don't be negative...
Let's rock the joint!

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