In honor of Autistics Speaking Day, I would like to share with the public some of my music, lyrics, performances, and videos as a Hip-Hop artist on the Autistic Spectrum. My involvement in Hip-Hop music stands out as the single most important factor involved in helping me to build the confidence I required to start fighting back strong against my severe social phobia, and finally begin publicly expressing myself as an Individual – from music networks, to social networks, to the stage and live audiences, to my very own website!
Music and Lyrics:
They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
I use kicks on the street like its four on the floor
They ask this: “What’s the matter? You don’t rhyme anymore?”
I’d rather play guitar, young lord
I had time on my hands
Like I don’t rhyme on account of some floss
Are you kidding?
I’ve been here before
I wrote words and chords for them, him, hers and yours
Went to Jerz
Split the money into thirds and fourths
You know the message
I’m too grown to brag on tracks
But, I’m home
How y’all let this happen to rap?
Please, Louise
For the seeds, at least
You saw the mob that assembled in Greece
The times are barred, part’
And, God’s got His ear to the streets
I don’t eat from swine
I don’t sleep, I grind
I read the last page first
I don’t speak, I sign
This is sun music
That’s how I keep my shine
Until my sons do it
And, they will keep what’s mine
I let the math prove it
I improved on the sonnet
This ain’t “Water. Light. Sound.”
This is war right now
This is war right now
Black fish
I use kicks on the street like its four on the floor
They ask this: “What’s the matter? You don’t rhyme anymore?”
I’d rather play guitar, young lord
I had time on my hands
Like I don’t rhyme on account of some floss
Are you kidding?
I’ve been here before
I wrote words and chords for them, him, hers and yours
Went to Jerz
Split the money into thirds and fourths
You know the message
I’m too grown to brag on tracks
But, I’m home
How y’all let this happen to rap?
Please, Louise
For the seeds, at least
You saw the mob that assembled in Greece
The times are barred, part’
And, God’s got His ear to the streets
I don’t eat from swine
I don’t sleep, I grind
I read the last page first
I don’t speak, I sign
This is sun music
That’s how I keep my shine
Until my sons do it
And, they will keep what’s mine
I let the math prove it
I improved on the sonnet
This ain’t “Water. Light. Sound.”
This is war right now
This is war right now
They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Hit or miss
You’re living in a lie
Make a wish
They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Six million ways to die
Including this
Black fish
Hit or miss
You’re living in a lie
Make a wish
They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Six million ways to die
Including this
Best resist
The oligarchy of the globalists
The murderous eugenicists
That Babylon that still persists
To this very day
Let us finally slay the Dragon
Sick of slaving while that Beast is busy bragging
Something’s been nagging
Yet, I’ve been quiet
Now, it’s time to cause a riot
Lyrically, on auto-pilot
Annihilating persecution
With rebel music for the heart that seeks to spark the revolution
Never losing
Sight of freedom as the full conclusion
I lift the veil of strong delusion
Wide awake, and never snoozing
Stomping out the author of confusion
Verbally abusing him
And, always proving him to be a liar
Lyrically, I cleanse by fire
I target those who would conspire
With words that torture
Like a blow-torch and a pair of pliers
Entirely committed
I paint a portrait, vivid, every time I spit it
The oligarchy of the globalists
The murderous eugenicists
That Babylon that still persists
To this very day
Let us finally slay the Dragon
Sick of slaving while that Beast is busy bragging
Something’s been nagging
Yet, I’ve been quiet
Now, it’s time to cause a riot
Lyrically, on auto-pilot
Annihilating persecution
With rebel music for the heart that seeks to spark the revolution
Never losing
Sight of freedom as the full conclusion
I lift the veil of strong delusion
Wide awake, and never snoozing
Stomping out the author of confusion
Verbally abusing him
And, always proving him to be a liar
Lyrically, I cleanse by fire
I target those who would conspire
With words that torture
Like a blow-torch and a pair of pliers
Entirely committed
I paint a portrait, vivid, every time I spit it
They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Hit or miss
You’re living in a lie
Make a wish
They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Six million ways to die
Including this
Black fish
Hit or miss
You’re living in a lie
Make a wish
They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Six million ways to die
Including this
They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Hit or miss
You’re living in a lie
Make a wish
They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Six million ways to die
Including this
________________________________________________________
Black fish
Hit or miss
You’re living in a lie
Make a wish
They say it’s oil on the shore
Black fish
Six million ways to die
Including this
________________________________________________________
© 2010
Verse One and Chorus by John Forté,
Verse Two by Rayn Kleipe
Verse One and Chorus by John Forté,
Verse Two by Rayn Kleipe
Red
Is for the blood flows from shore to shore
White
Is for the wash that covers up its core
Blue
Is for the seas and skies; all seized for war
America, America, what are we fighting for?
Is for the blood flows from shore to shore
White
Is for the wash that covers up its core
Blue
Is for the seas and skies; all seized for war
America, America, what are we fighting for?
With mind over matter, I shatter and scatter the platter that you put under foot of me, so you could devour my power
No valor or honor in you cowards, thieves and freedom-haters
Your man-made rules and regulations have betrayed us
You’ve enslaved us with your pseudo-science and your cult religions
You breed divisions with your stale traditions
Which you insist have been progressive
But, they’ve been tested
And, what we’ve witnessed hasn’t been impressive
Historically, you’ve been possessive, oppressive, aggressive, excessive and barely vested in the Individual
That we were born with – not this weakly-built residual
That we’ve been dwindled to ever since we were swindled to believe that we should leave our families, extended
And, take a nuclear path, dead-ended
Forsake the people from which we descended with the unintended consequence of fencing in the future
This new world system tries to keep us in position like a suture; we’ve been neutered
Summed up by statistics in computers
Many play the guest, but there are few administrative users
And, that’s where you do all your damage from
You like to manage from a vantage point above us where advantages come
For scumbags like you to drag us down
‘Cuz, while you’ve found your way around your laws
You keep us bound up by their flaws
We’ve lost the right to pause and breathe
While being exhausted by the cost of living in this false democracy
No valor or honor in you cowards, thieves and freedom-haters
Your man-made rules and regulations have betrayed us
You’ve enslaved us with your pseudo-science and your cult religions
You breed divisions with your stale traditions
Which you insist have been progressive
But, they’ve been tested
And, what we’ve witnessed hasn’t been impressive
Historically, you’ve been possessive, oppressive, aggressive, excessive and barely vested in the Individual
That we were born with – not this weakly-built residual
That we’ve been dwindled to ever since we were swindled to believe that we should leave our families, extended
And, take a nuclear path, dead-ended
Forsake the people from which we descended with the unintended consequence of fencing in the future
This new world system tries to keep us in position like a suture; we’ve been neutered
Summed up by statistics in computers
Many play the guest, but there are few administrative users
And, that’s where you do all your damage from
You like to manage from a vantage point above us where advantages come
For scumbags like you to drag us down
‘Cuz, while you’ve found your way around your laws
You keep us bound up by their flaws
We’ve lost the right to pause and breathe
While being exhausted by the cost of living in this false democracy
Red
Is for the blood that flows from shore to shore
White
Is for the wash that covers up its core
Blue
Is for the seas and skies; all seized for war
America, America, what are we fighting for?
Is for the blood that flows from shore to shore
White
Is for the wash that covers up its core
Blue
Is for the seas and skies; all seized for war
America, America, what are we fighting for?
Red
Is for the blood that flows from shore to shore
White
Is for the wash that covers up its core
Blue
Is for the seas and skies; all seized for war
America, America, what are we fighting for?
Is for the blood that flows from shore to shore
White
Is for the wash that covers up its core
Blue
Is for the seas and skies; all seized for war
America, America, what are we fighting for?
Ever since the institution of the Constitution revolution’s been the only solution to fight the mind pollution
You can’t invoke the rights that Yah has given humans then demand exclusion of His children
According to your will instead of His
So, you could choose between who dies and lives
That is the definition of demonic
And, ironic because you front like it’s a product of Enlightenment
You’ve washed the blood that fills your past with words that whiten it
And, we’re inviting ignorance to flourish
Cuz, every time we fail to stand, we nourish
The propaganda; made to turn this nation
Into the Land of Occupation
With genocide and slavery for everybody in creation
Through domination based on false elections
With confiscation of our full protections
And, full suspensions of the checks and balances we’ve never truly mastered
Bastardized inside this bureaucratic nightmare slash disaster that’s been after us
And, won’t be happy ‘til it captures us
‘Cuz, every day we live should be a day adapted to corruption
A day that we fall back from real discussion
A day that we’re distracted and do nothing
A day we trust in
A government that’s absolutely murdered
And, perjured
A burglar
That never seems to be concerned with liberty or justice
Because it’s come to bring the opposite
It wants a hierarchy with its eye on the top of it
You can’t invoke the rights that Yah has given humans then demand exclusion of His children
According to your will instead of His
So, you could choose between who dies and lives
That is the definition of demonic
And, ironic because you front like it’s a product of Enlightenment
You’ve washed the blood that fills your past with words that whiten it
And, we’re inviting ignorance to flourish
Cuz, every time we fail to stand, we nourish
The propaganda; made to turn this nation
Into the Land of Occupation
With genocide and slavery for everybody in creation
Through domination based on false elections
With confiscation of our full protections
And, full suspensions of the checks and balances we’ve never truly mastered
Bastardized inside this bureaucratic nightmare slash disaster that’s been after us
And, won’t be happy ‘til it captures us
‘Cuz, every day we live should be a day adapted to corruption
A day that we fall back from real discussion
A day that we’re distracted and do nothing
A day we trust in
A government that’s absolutely murdered
And, perjured
A burglar
That never seems to be concerned with liberty or justice
Because it’s come to bring the opposite
It wants a hierarchy with its eye on the top of it
Red
Is for the blood that flows from shore to shore
White
Is for the wash that covers up its core
Blue
Is for the seas and skies; all seized for war
America, America, what are we fighting for?
Is for the blood that flows from shore to shore
White
Is for the wash that covers up its core
Blue
Is for the seas and skies; all seized for war
America, America, what are we fighting for?
Red
Is for the blood that flows from shore to shore
White
Is for the wash that covers up its core
Blue
Is for the seas and skies; all seized for war
America, America, what are we fighting for?
________________________________________________________
Is for the blood that flows from shore to shore
White
Is for the wash that covers up its core
Blue
Is for the seas and skies; all seized for war
America, America, what are we fighting for?
________________________________________________________
© 2003, 2007
by Rayn Kleipe
________________________________________________________
by Rayn Kleipe
________________________________________________________
These lyrics provoked the following correspondence: “American Government, or Individual Sovereignty?” Feel free to read the entire debate!
You traded hip-hop for hypocrisy; claimed it as your property, but I don’t need a wack-ass MC trying to rock to me; I got a bone to pick with wannabees and you know you owe your moms and pops and fans apologies
New school fools dropping shit instead of jewels
How you gonna play the game when you don’t know the rules?
It’s all about your skillz, not your wheels or your deals or your sex appeal; I ain’t feeling it unless it’s real
F*ck the money, because that has shit has got you acting real funny
It’s got you chickens acting real slutty
Like putty
You mold yourself into a new somebody; you’re an actor
Hip-Hop’s detractor
One line of mine could take out an entire chapter of that bullshit that you blather
So, gather up your fiction; Hip-Hop’s serving you a notice of eviction
And, an order of protection
Restricting your ability to masturbate into your own reflection
Not to mention, without a question
Rap’s evicting every chicken stricken with the misimpression that “confessions of a stripper” is the topic of a mic ripper
Instead of dropping lyrics, you should stick to dropping zippers
Y’all more equipped to flip burgers than murder verse
That’s why albums two and three still sound just like the first, only worse
And, yo, you know you sold out
Every song you make is how the Benjamin’s are what it’s all about
You got no clout and your weak rhymes wouldn’t last a bout
With a real emcee kicking written or just spitting out
Without a doubt; you’re not about the art – you’re industry
Never rock a show for free
Try to ban the mp3s
You’re greazy, greedy, grimier and even slimier than what it was that crawled out from under a rock and died in you
And left the foulness emanating from inside of you
You could lie to the majority, but never try the shit with me because I’ll be unraveling you while you babble and spew
About events that never happened to you
The flapping you do with your gums has got me laughing at you
You’re just as phony as the formulas you’re tapping into
How you gonna play the game when you don’t know the rules?
It’s all about your skillz, not your wheels or your deals or your sex appeal; I ain’t feeling it unless it’s real
F*ck the money, because that has shit has got you acting real funny
It’s got you chickens acting real slutty
Like putty
You mold yourself into a new somebody; you’re an actor
Hip-Hop’s detractor
One line of mine could take out an entire chapter of that bullshit that you blather
So, gather up your fiction; Hip-Hop’s serving you a notice of eviction
And, an order of protection
Restricting your ability to masturbate into your own reflection
Not to mention, without a question
Rap’s evicting every chicken stricken with the misimpression that “confessions of a stripper” is the topic of a mic ripper
Instead of dropping lyrics, you should stick to dropping zippers
Y’all more equipped to flip burgers than murder verse
That’s why albums two and three still sound just like the first, only worse
And, yo, you know you sold out
Every song you make is how the Benjamin’s are what it’s all about
You got no clout and your weak rhymes wouldn’t last a bout
With a real emcee kicking written or just spitting out
Without a doubt; you’re not about the art – you’re industry
Never rock a show for free
Try to ban the mp3s
You’re greazy, greedy, grimier and even slimier than what it was that crawled out from under a rock and died in you
And left the foulness emanating from inside of you
You could lie to the majority, but never try the shit with me because I’ll be unraveling you while you babble and spew
About events that never happened to you
The flapping you do with your gums has got me laughing at you
You’re just as phony as the formulas you’re tapping into
You traded hip-hop for hypocrisy; claimed it as your property, but I don’t need a wack-ass MC trying to rock to me; I got a bone to pick with wannabees and you know you owe your moms and pops and fans apologies
You traded hip-hop for hypocrisy; claimed it as your property, but I don’t need a wack-ass MC trying to rock to me; I got a bone to pick with wannabees and you know you owe your moms and pops and fans apologies
You’re a shameless ignoramus, looking to get famous; talking out your anus; I blame this degraded status of hip-hop on every aimless artist
Who doesn’t have the heart this shit requires
Your lyrics leave us unmoved and with much to be desired
Cuz, you’re another uninspired liar spitting for hire
You should be fired or forever retired and every buyer you snag should get cash back, plus tax
No daps
Throw your wack raps in trash bags because we’ve had it
So far, you’ve batted a zero average
And, what you push is more like babbage
With seedy shit you’ve added in to paint it
Up into weight when it was tainted
Since you couldn’t make it on your merits, you figured you’d fake it
Shoulda got your blanket and your ba-ba
‘Cuz, with them nursery rhymes, you should be running home to mama; so, put your pajamas on and let her get you tucked in
You’ve been squatting with the lock upon the door, but now we’ve come to bust in
And rush in
And crush in any body bringing gimmicks
Those who pose and mimic
And blow up image over message
Remaining arrested in method with no vision
Those who haven’t risen from the prison of the physical to meet the challenge
And change the balance
That’s bound us
Just look around us
How could you big up that which drowns us?
You sound just like an ad right off the TV
And, if you’re down with dropping names, then try graffiti
Who doesn’t have the heart this shit requires
Your lyrics leave us unmoved and with much to be desired
Cuz, you’re another uninspired liar spitting for hire
You should be fired or forever retired and every buyer you snag should get cash back, plus tax
No daps
Throw your wack raps in trash bags because we’ve had it
So far, you’ve batted a zero average
And, what you push is more like babbage
With seedy shit you’ve added in to paint it
Up into weight when it was tainted
Since you couldn’t make it on your merits, you figured you’d fake it
Shoulda got your blanket and your ba-ba
‘Cuz, with them nursery rhymes, you should be running home to mama; so, put your pajamas on and let her get you tucked in
You’ve been squatting with the lock upon the door, but now we’ve come to bust in
And rush in
And crush in any body bringing gimmicks
Those who pose and mimic
And blow up image over message
Remaining arrested in method with no vision
Those who haven’t risen from the prison of the physical to meet the challenge
And change the balance
That’s bound us
Just look around us
How could you big up that which drowns us?
You sound just like an ad right off the TV
And, if you’re down with dropping names, then try graffiti
You traded hip-hop for hypocrisy; claimed it as your property, but I don’t need a wack-ass MC trying to rock to me; I got a bone to pick with wannabees and you know you owe your moms and pops and fans apologies
You traded hip-hop for hypocrisy; claimed it as your property, but I don’t need a wack-ass MC trying to rock to me; I got a bone to pick with wannabees and you know you owe your moms and pops and fans apologies
________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________
© 2003, 2007
by Rayn Kleipe
by Rayn Kleipe
You’re living lies
With the mask and the full disguise
In defiance of the facts right before your eyes
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
With the mask and the full disguise
In defiance of the facts right before your eyes
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
The cheddar‘s got your feathers flying towards whoever’s buying you
Dying to get yourself a wealthy man inside of you; ‘cuz when you do
You truly think that he’ll commit to you
But, he’ll stick you and evict you quicker than Chlamydia infected you
That time you thought you were protected; you
Found out the rough way, but that shit barely affected you a minute
Before you let another run up in it
And, when it didn’t end the way intended, you pretended that you couldn’t comprehend it
With open eyes, you’re fast asleep
The space you keep between yourself and truth has grown too deep
You heap on so much make-up, weeping Erie Lake up wouldn’t break up that mask you take up every morning that you wake up
Living like a fake up in a game you can’t control
The more you front, the more that life will levy heavy tolls
But, you already know ‘cuz you confessed
That every empty quest has left you just as hollow as the next
You’ve fallen furthest from reality; you’re chasing papers
Pecking, scraping, searching for octane and catching vapors
Favors keep accumulating, but you’re getting nowhere
And, you’ve been bent in more positions than an adjustable chair
But, you don’t care because you’ve found you’re calling
It’s appalling how the cash has got you on your knees and crawling
You’re falling often, but you’re never trying to rise
Above the fantasy you’ve fashioned or the fraud that underlies
Dying to get yourself a wealthy man inside of you; ‘cuz when you do
You truly think that he’ll commit to you
But, he’ll stick you and evict you quicker than Chlamydia infected you
That time you thought you were protected; you
Found out the rough way, but that shit barely affected you a minute
Before you let another run up in it
And, when it didn’t end the way intended, you pretended that you couldn’t comprehend it
With open eyes, you’re fast asleep
The space you keep between yourself and truth has grown too deep
You heap on so much make-up, weeping Erie Lake up wouldn’t break up that mask you take up every morning that you wake up
Living like a fake up in a game you can’t control
The more you front, the more that life will levy heavy tolls
But, you already know ‘cuz you confessed
That every empty quest has left you just as hollow as the next
You’ve fallen furthest from reality; you’re chasing papers
Pecking, scraping, searching for octane and catching vapors
Favors keep accumulating, but you’re getting nowhere
And, you’ve been bent in more positions than an adjustable chair
But, you don’t care because you’ve found you’re calling
It’s appalling how the cash has got you on your knees and crawling
You’re falling often, but you’re never trying to rise
Above the fantasy you’ve fashioned or the fraud that underlies
You’re living lies
With the mask and the full disguise
In defiance of the facts right before your eyes
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
With the mask and the full disguise
In defiance of the facts right before your eyes
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
You’re living lies
And, you act on the ill-advised
Hoping that you can extract life from that which dies
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
And, you act on the ill-advised
Hoping that you can extract life from that which dies
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
Wear and tear has left you barely there inside; you’re missing
The composition
To end your role as victim; plus, in keeping with the fool’s tradition
You think that your admission into a coalition with him will come under condition
Of your submission to his definition of a woman
Assuming
That his solicitation of prostitution will end with you and he won’t put you in a situation where a brand new younger number two comes and replaces you and
You knew the men you met when in your profession
Dealt in the possession
Of temporary objects of affection
Any directions their erections would press ‘em, you’d catch ‘em
Investing cash; requesting genital connections
With no emotion, no forward motion, and no devotion
Frozen, like the Arctic Ocean
But, still you’re boasting ’bout the gifts that you’ve been given
The lies that you’ve been living
Never been willing to see what’s driven your decisions; you’ve been tripping
Not too good at gripping fact from fiction
On a money mission like you got a hidden crack addiction
And, your condition’s just as critical
Another case of psychological desire for the physical made miserable
But, it’s more pitiful; you’re sober
And, if anything, you play drunk, hoping that he’ll play the chauffeur
You want to go for a ride? Well, you’ve been taken; accelerating your fate instead of breaking
The composition
To end your role as victim; plus, in keeping with the fool’s tradition
You think that your admission into a coalition with him will come under condition
Of your submission to his definition of a woman
Assuming
That his solicitation of prostitution will end with you and he won’t put you in a situation where a brand new younger number two comes and replaces you and
You knew the men you met when in your profession
Dealt in the possession
Of temporary objects of affection
Any directions their erections would press ‘em, you’d catch ‘em
Investing cash; requesting genital connections
With no emotion, no forward motion, and no devotion
Frozen, like the Arctic Ocean
But, still you’re boasting ’bout the gifts that you’ve been given
The lies that you’ve been living
Never been willing to see what’s driven your decisions; you’ve been tripping
Not too good at gripping fact from fiction
On a money mission like you got a hidden crack addiction
And, your condition’s just as critical
Another case of psychological desire for the physical made miserable
But, it’s more pitiful; you’re sober
And, if anything, you play drunk, hoping that he’ll play the chauffeur
You want to go for a ride? Well, you’ve been taken; accelerating your fate instead of breaking
You’re living lies
With the mask and the full disguise
In defiance of the facts right before your eyes
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
With the mask and the full disguise
In defiance of the facts right before your eyes
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
You’re living lies
And, you act on the ill-advised
Hoping that you can extract life from that which dies
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
________________________________________________________
And, you act on the ill-advised
Hoping that you can extract life from that which dies
You try to play wise, but never been better than clever and the vicious cycle continues to spin forever
________________________________________________________
© 2003, 2007
by Rayn Kleipe
by Rayn Kleipe
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© by Rayn Kleipe
Thanks for including my post in Autistics Speaking Day once again, this year! I truly enjoy participating in this much-needed event, and hope to do so again in 2014!
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