Release the Kraken: Wyz360's Verse

Rap addict, Trapmattic

Boom Baptist

w/Sneaker Habits

Just Peep the track list

Tactics

Heralded as a martyr, but a Martian

seems to be what gets you, geeked the fastest

Crumble the comp like Wax rappers

brandished the quill tip, blot spots, keep it crackin' Captain!

I Breathe in 5 Dimensions, My pension

Workin hard to get Freeze frames to leap to Action

Seen them Passin, Bleed the Passion

Feed the Massive, Mashin' hard on the throttle

they trying to give us all some chicken feed for Rations

Spit from Emcees, Deejays proceed to scratchin'

Foundation gotta be sturdy, ya Heard me?,

Wars fought With and For solid assets

Won't speak w/Plastic, I see the Beasts ya Bastards

The Beats are Banging,

but why they got ya'll speaking Backwards???

tracking your speech and patterns

got the bleakest habits

something ain't jiving, but it's gotta shake,

so we Release the Kracken

They won't like it when I'm angry

Just keep me being a Peaceful Abbot

Stay on my good side, till I'm deceased and ashes...

D. Abshire

"Wyzdom360"

November 26th, 2011

Random B.S. 13

Socially Awkward, with a Pack Mentality/

Youngsters don't get it in like we did, New REality/

New Day, As I'm lacing up some New J's/

Swear by My Lebron 8's, Version 2, Summit Lakes/

Just as classic as my very First pair of Grapes/

Entourages go Hella Hard, Plus the Cool Greys/

Back to the subject on My Plate, Flip it on 'em like Eggs and STeaks/

Veal with Chimichurri, Play my Album like Trumpets, Shrooms/

Vintage Classic, Healthy Marriage, Wedding Groom/

Bedding soon, simple drawn out courtship/

Neo augmented, but I never divorced it/

Still got Wu, Kast, and The Roots, cemented in my Veins/

Legendarily Maneuver smoother, void of measurements, persuit of, taking it to the 5th plane/

3rd Dimension is so 10 years ago, 10 years from start, I was running thangs, Never had a change of Heart/

I'm Ready for the Change/

Change of scenery, something you should try often/

Change Perspectives, increase your Profit Margins/

Nobody really wants it, last Martyr was Marvin/

Died for his Music, promptly brought him coffin/

Blood from his Chest, he replied Coughin'/

Hmmm...Run tell dat like martin/

Lawrence/

Wyzdom360

David A. Abshire

August 14th, 2011

Incense and a Light:

New Posts, Stay Close to the Vest, Heart of it towards the Most/

Space Jam Dunks, peepin 'em out, for Blogs we gon quote/

Thinking of coppin' 2 pairs, writing Recipes, Rights of Passage, Hope/

Righting Ways, As we Blaze, Make sure we stay Dope/

Jammin the Light, Standard to Write, Incense/

Nag Champa, Beautiful Candles, In Tins/

Measured in Candles, Yes, so Intense/

Beats bumpin from the Box, a pair of Amped up Tens/

Trans gender and the pathway to convention/

Honest Expression, YEAH, We are Comets that ascend/

Legacy Eternal, More than the wax or Rpm's/

Big Band HipHop Jazz Funk, Just Past the founding 4 elements/

5th Dimensions, Multiplicity actually, If it ain't working, add another/

Long as the Connections ain't broke, Know 360 Degrees of Self, Before you add another...

D. Abshire

June 22nd, 2011~6:30pm

Heat in the Summer of 2011:

If it's Heat for your Feet, then WE probably Rock em/

New Release, Nike Quick Strikes, Probably Got'em/

Cheech and Chong on 4/20, Ain't comin out Boxes/

But I was talking Movies,

Yeah, Still we DeadSTock'em/

Payed our Dues in the Game,

Fresh Samples Stay Choppin/

Voted for Obama, now The Other Shoe is Droppin/

Damn Congressional Bullshit, Politicians stay robbin/

Grass Roots and Middle Class,

like it's the Approved Option/

Health Care for the Poor and Righteous???,

Hell Naw, that's Crazy Language/

Same discussion's been going on

since Slum Vill was droppin Tainted/

Funny how that applies now,

like Slum Vill freshly stated/

The Socio Political, rests hard, it's Heavily weighted/

Now days, Broads're playin games,

Story ain't changin'/

Used to be Hubby's,

now They just want dudes chasin/

I ain't Fido Baby, You Washed up and Hydro plainin'/

Trying to build Future, Liquid assets & 40 cals,

Prefer mine Nickle plated, Sexiest when Steel's Stainless/

Black and Gold like my Saint's is/

Punisher's War Stories, The Armory stays bangin/

Pictures Painted, getting framed in/

Like Sam I see what's Changin/

Heat in the Summer of 2011, It's gettin worse, start arrangements/

D. Abshire

April 15th, 2011~12:43a.m.

Random B.S. 12

What happened to Real People/

All I see is REal Evil/

85 % of them still got no clue/

Sad to say, they're Ill Feeble/

Dead Walking, pills and Needles/

Gross, the wounds bleed through/

No time, what matters is true/

Pragmatic, transparent, Sincerely, I will lead you/

My motives run the gambit, frantic, the panic seeds you/

No antics, Prayers from Mantis, Cannabis cups and avalanches,

painted broad scopes, on the easels/

Making airways for you to Breathe Through/

taking the clay out your eyes, making it easy to see through/

Find your Craft, board the vessel, cross the troubled waters like a Seadoo/

Don't be fooled, You've got a Mind that should be used/

Positive Movements, build Momentum, Fly like Eagles/

Push past the Gun metal blanket, Speckled Freedom, Aquamarine Blue/

to be continued, never tainted, Holding court, Serve and volley, there's no Plaintiff,

Imagery sharp as the ancients, Never be afraid to be You....

David A. Abshire

March 4th, 2011~1:51p.m.

Soul Searching:

Rappin, what I've been tappin on key boards/

dreamin, of being the Emcee layin on seashores/

Dealing, while screaning ways to receive more/

Striving to be More, while most times, just be bored/

Scrappin, trekkin through the traffic to see more/

Helped my close homie through a couple of sei-zures/

still putting it down, profound as I mentor/

Discern what I'm feeling, in my soul, to be sure/

Life can be Super Ugly, turn you to Egor/

depress you like Eeyore/

Grind through it all, as we building up report'/

Cultivating the beauty that blossums like Seymour/

Walking with Fine Ladies, classy and demure/

Find what makes you Happiest in your soul then report/

what you need most, trust me will be yours/

Skippin with Sally, scoopin up shells by the seashore/

Skating with Suzzy, seamlessly smiling like before/

Whatever it is, internalize it now before/

the movie's all over, Life's always a Scene short...

David A. Abshire

February 17th, 2011~5:43a.m.

Lost Love:

Is it wrong to buy 10 year olds Shotguns/

Mom did that, so sad, Now she's laying dead, Shot by son/

Growing up in South Central Louisiana, Gun safety, more than pushing Buttons/

see the Big Lil' world turning, anorexics to gluttons/

Watch Kids turn emo, no attention at home, need to be shown that to properly function/

Poor Grades, Bully tirades, Need more Mentors, less gore greater neighbors/

only a thin line from Anakin to Darth Vader/

pumpin' out beats for us to speak over, Is Peace over?/

People seem to cross more than the Fader/

Used to have rules, now it's too cool not to be Sober/

They going up like Elevators, Odyssey's like Homer/

Looking for the Golden fleece, slaughtering the youngest like they golden Sheep/

hopped up on Speed, they never get a moments peace/

Steadily searching for a Pieces of the Devils Pie/

fidget terribly in one on one convos/

Fiending for that game and the console/

they need some consults/

too uncomfortable to look up in your eyes/

Surprise Surprise, the ones that do seem to be soulless/

Frigidaire to Frigid Air, Love in my heart, Greatest of all, So I'm never gonna be homeless/

Till the Last breath I take, Spit nothing but the Truth and Dopeness/

Potent, as I face my opponents/

D. Abshire

January 6th, 2o10~4:30 a.m.

Power:

So My night was done, proceeded to scoop my backpack/

pack up and exit the door through the back of the lab/

out of the shadows jumped 7 cats/

wearing baggy Jeans, Hoodies, vests, YES dipped in all black/

packing artillary/

Chains, Shanks, 9 mils bats/

with visions of killing me/

As the bullets came whistling/

My first thought was to duck, evasive action/

but just then, kicked in Some sort of chemical reaction/

My body started to pulse rage, energy coursed through my veins/

Vocals became flames, Torched the sorry bastards/

They tried to run, but I wouldn't let up/

Spoke till they submitted, Asked who hired the hitlist, they wouldn't fess up/

so further I sequestered/

Line for LIne, Rhyme for Rhyme, their facial expressions seemed to become more painful/

The Oration only kept on till I found the proper brainfold/

My persistence payed off, like sleeper holds from Kurt Angle/

You should be so thankful from your Center like Nick Mangold/

of the Power...

D. Abshire

December 14th, 2010~12:35am

Bossin Around: The Smack Down

Prolific, gifted, What's in my soul I spit it/

Elocution's a little effed up, Nothing wrong with my Diction/

Fuck with me or my Fam, and you'll get Chucked like Dickens/

Post Disaster Hieroglyphs in your head, Read inscriptions/

Giving free advice, but it seems that you ain't Listening/

Showing up at events thinking all you gotta do is glisten/

Rapping good, but no promotion, You ain't Handled your Business/

There's more to longevity then Fresh Kicks and flipped Fits/

Money comes and goes, but Relationships are missing/

A Good name's better than cologne, that is a rule that's PRistine/

10 years down the road, you'll be on the curb wishing/

Where'd your money go, it flowed down the stream pissing/

Watching others walk past, like, "damn those Jordan 6 Rings!"/

busted and bummy, Dirty shoe rappers, HipHop Mummy's/

Please tell me, Why'd You even Show up?

To Drink till you ain't Sober? MAN, You're so touched/

D. Abshire

December 12th, 2010

Old School Fresh: BBoy Fresh

Spiritually Imperial/

Push the dose all the way up on the chemical/

Big Bodied/

built for the long haul/

even when path's Rocky/

the rockiest/

Prosperous speed, Rhinoceros/

Stepping through the Obstacles/

take a view through my opticals/

Counter flows, double time never how I chop a note/

Assholes, acting like chodes, get chopped in throats/

That Crazy Canaille one, Couillion/

Deny Sons/

always had dad/

never fathered/

Anything other than music that I Authored/

don't reach hands out for Things, I ain't offered/

pray with my hands to the sky often/

Tracks get laced, killed with grace, chilled then laced/

Promptly Arive Coffin/

Deficit is big, Attention with small margins/

Music Mavens got flaws too, I Never beg pardons/

Quite comfortable in my own skin, Yo!

My word's never foreign....

D. Abshire

December 9th, 2010~8:49pm

Hurricane Pt2: (My verse)

Kinda funny to think what we drink was killing people/

guess you could call it, unecessary evil/

Homes that we live in are just as feeble/

as the bodies we live in/

Add class 5 storms in, and it's rippin people's lives apart/

while Condelissa Rice was shoppin for new shoes/

Cheney was fly fishing, Man, what's up with this dude?/

I could choose to use, other poets thoughts, 'bout them peoples on the roofs/

outkast spoke the truth/

"I'll be got damnit, they done changed the rules"/

So Here's the Scoop/

convention center won't be the same

in my lifetime/

If the NOLA ain't fine/

People were dying/

tryin, ta Swim over cars/

contaminated Water flooded corradors/
giving people sores, with outbreaks like Sars/

Prez in SanDiego playin air guitar/

Guess we'd have faired better off by far/

if we wuz living abroad/
U.S. don't stand for us/
though the money says "In God we Trust"/
Tsunami help only took 2 damn days/

What happened to our brothers w/the right Mindframe?/

helpin' New York face it's weakened state/

my people was cookin' Gumbo for em' that next day/

for this, day 5, people got guns waved in they face/

couldn't go to JP, that's right there off the causeway/

we ain't gon' take that lyin' down/

people gettin shot like it wasn't they side of town/

Prez flew overhead but never touched the ground

Never came around/

that's too little too late man/

We gotta do it for ourselves

This is OUR STate Man/

and that is my statement/

Still!!!/

and That's the tripple truth Ruth For Realz....

D. Abshire

July of 2005

Final Revision on Dec. 3rd 2010

HipHop in the Flats: Wyzdom360's Verse

Been putting it down, rockin a P with a tilted Crown/

Politics as Usual, My Constituents Run the Town/

Remove our Live venues, we'll still Spit for random Crowds/

retro to Bboys Beat Boxin',Guerilla Publishing Style/

Man I got a deep vice/

Music scrolling through my mind,Can't even sleep nights/

filled up pads full of rhymes/

freedom through expression/

story time, fire off punch lines, to escape, struggles in this recession/

My Faith's choice of weapon/

Kneel to pray, scribe it down how I feel today,

Ain't no Hill for the Steppers steppin/

Whether 5 or 500, Join in the procession/

D. Abshire

December 2nd, 2010~1:24a.m.

She Said...(Written to Round 1-3rd @InnerRecess)

She keeps on Saying, that I'm, Hella Crazy/

Got her cheezing so hard/

makes it seem I'm a Star/

You know how I get it in, can't come lazy/

Got her dreamin' her part/

and beamin' from far/

Peace of the Heart/

Chop it up like Samples, No 80's Baby/

Layin it down, on the Beat and the mark/

Schematic diagram be like plays from S. Payton/

Pass words, Aaron Brooks to J. Pathon/

Breesy F. Baby, TD, Oh Yes Baby/

Had to Retro that, for This Generation/

Throwback slang, Army Better yet a navy/

Sanction me with yours, Go head I'll keep Waitin'/

Dave Chappelle Line, Funny Dude, Amazing/

but back to the program, before ya'll change up stations/

Looked Polynesian, Shape was so bangin'/

Could be Cuban or Peruvian mixed with Asian/

I couldn't really make it, Just knew she had me casin'/

It was like Serve and Volley, Ball in her court/

Quick return, Pace on/

Yeah, She had me intrigued, No Mental fatigue/

I hit her with words so persuasive/

They Could persuade young/

To look in a freezer for a package of steam/

Have her plant a forrest with Magical Beans/

Wait for Hell to Freeze, Oh Wait, That's Right, The Saints are World Champeens/

Hugged me nice and close, touched my neck with her nose/

Said I Love you Dave, I could've lost my soul/

Retreat to Inner Recess, Before I regress Folk/

Yo...smh

D. Abshire

October 18th, 2010~2:27a.m.

Low End: to be coupled w/ L Rae over "Low End" by Prospek

We Make Music/

Make Art/

Straight Shootin'/

Play our Parts/

Some Confuse it/

For what it ain't/

ya wanna really do it/

Why you sayin you cain't?/

Don't limit/

What God Planned for ya/

putting up walls/

ain't a good plan for ya/

Better off sticking to a 9 to 5/

till you get your gears turning/

Baby, Live your Life/

First discern it/

Then you gotta prepare for it/

a career in Medicine/

or just a pair of Rare jordans/

No difference/

it's all the same/

Complex or Complicated/

or Simple and Plain/

Take that next step/

That's the biggest one for ya/

don't be the arrow/

if ya really wanna be the archer/

the outcome is definitely worth the bother/

But ya gotta execute it farther/

Make good your Marker/

D. Abshire

October 7th, 2010~4:13a.m.

Magic of Blue

Skies and seas

Calming hues, vibe is peace

Keep my brain functioning

Logically

The Odyssey

Proper speach

Captain of my vessel is God to me

Possibly and plausibly

flowing evervesence

what's got me bubbling

become what I'm called to be

Mine to keep

growth and maturation

Colonize like a Hive of bees

spoke to nations with rhymes and beats

my soul like a song should be

No Limitations

No immitation of Life, My Homies is Nice

The Pro Prospek Elespee Eloheim

Skratchmo, Cali Mike, the GPC

Inner Recess, Dinner be blessed when I'm called to eat

Let the Ale pour out, hit these grass seeds

make it grow thick beneath our feet

saturate the earth for those who escaped perdition

we skate these streets, like Legends we Will Smiff'em

You on a grind we on a Mission

Call it to existence

Blessings we gon' send them

D. Abshire

October 6th, 2010~2:48a.m.

Warning Track:

They Say Spit Fire or Retire/

Does that make us Devilish?/

We write these raps to express ourselves/

no empty rhetoric/

peddle it/

Hand to hand Salesmanship/

Slay rappers for the batter/

Yo, I'm stretchin it/

Refuse to loose, Go for the win/

Never mail it in/

Him ain't Playin, For Real, I Ain't settlin'/

Paint vivid pictures raw/

pixels full of color ya'll,Yeah, MELANIN/

Put it in order Pemdas, Fishin' like Pelicans/

True Spittin like Reverends/

50/50 Grind, Our Time is Definite/

Infinite Possibilities, Never a Deficit/

We'll make it through this recession, This Session I'm Killin it/

Confessions I'm Spillin them/

Blessings I'm filled with them/

Check through these Crates, You find that I'm diggin in/

Sample the sounds from Eras, we ain't living in/

I'm Complex, Mic Check, then I'm killing you simpletons/

Community, is unity,a group of Humble men/

Ain't got time for bullshit, The Mind state I'm in/

Get the Fuck Out/

If you ain't getting in/

and STayin in my friend, I ain't gon tell you again...

D. Abshire

September 2nd, 2010

KidsPlay: 360 Vs.1

Tall Grass, wood chip Landings, chain link Swings/

Flat lands, No Mountains, pay these kings/

Well measured, battle tested, Dj this clean/

Hop Scotch and HipHop, Yeah we made this scene/

We made this Bling/

Old school, Know the words to Sadie, Sing/

Don't be shy, More than welcome, Join the Movement/

No cursing on the Record, just to prove you can do it/

Album Wisely named, Don't be Stupid/

WyzWRD's brings the rukus, but we never a nuisance/

You down for the culture, I suggest ya'll prove it/

How many kids you mentor? Of course we do it/

It's more than just the Music/

Don't be Foolish/

More than Graphiti tags, watching Bboys dance/

Baggy Jeans Hoodies Timbs and a BGirl Stance/

It's the LOVE, Passion, Pride, Hear it in these Chants/

For the Kids, By the Grown ups, Funny, We Still Be Fans

D. Abshire

September 2nd, 2010~6a.m.

Lyrics Written to L.Rae by J-La

Sick Sicker and Sickest/

Find me Rhymin over beats that's Vibrant when the Vibes hit/

Especially when I'm vibin', hand clap keeps the perfect timing, or is that I'm bent?/

spit with off hand delivery, Leave you fools shivering, I perfectly timed it/

supporting role, Thelma to Louise, Seven's Kevin Spacey, growing pains like Bradd Pitt/

on a short stent/

Legends of the Fall, All I'm giving ya'll, is exactly what I have to give/

These Social Networks, got us acting like Jerks, do we Tweet or really are we just a Twit?/

Hear the Freedom in our Spit, catch us Bleeding what we Live, We're Reeling for the Fish/

Reflection of our Souls, the Meeker will be Rich/

We're Eager Receivers, Yes we do it for the Kids...

D. Abshire

August 25th, 2010

Greatest is Love...

You want me to trip off you, give me something to Fall for/

Before I walk it out and away like a Ball Four/

if you'll be drama Free, Baby, I'm all yours/

don't want a Push turning to shoves like a small Ford/

No horror stories, no Saw 4's/

Can't be flimsy like Cardboard/

I need a sturdy foundation, Long distance like Long boards/

Coastin' through life, Toastin the life, watching the starboard/

Round 2, gotta be more, Bow to the world, Encore/

Hit up the Taylor, Custom Fitted, No Mall Stores/

Never give em too much, making em want more/

keep em chasing behind us till they dogs sore/

dog tired, perspire, tweetin till their palms sore/

No Malicious speach, or false pride, Kills em like Long swords/

Isaiah 58, 9-11, something that's called for/

1st Corinthians, Chapter 13, wear it like Couture/

Faith, Hope and the Greatest is Love, I want yours...

D. Abshire

August 27th, 2010~6 a.m.

Due Diligence:

Politicked, till Connected/

became unplugged, chord ejected/

Back of the Neck unscathed, Brain protected/

Due Diligence did, time invested/

at times was reckless/

you find the best did/

it's how you get passed it, I was tested/

Check these Mic's, levels corrected/

Make sure we EQ it, stay consistent/

Continuity, Unbroken symmetric/

Eat Emcees like After Dinner Mints/

Carnivorous Action, Guard the Exits/

spit it with Passion, Vehement Vomit/

Chambered and Blastin, Weapons are Massive/

Watch the Recoil, it'll Cave your Chest in/

Keep an Eye, Knives, an Armory of Nines,

Rifles, Check the Times, Never know what happens...

D. Abshire

August 20th, 2010~3:50a.m.