Yday’s Beats

in collaboration with:

Lucypher k. sondondrite
Mika’el christiansen
rehuem requiem
tracy liu
Gabryelle Szezlekey

Gabe reuters

Arke’el Maesch
and many, many, many more

10thEighthTwen’y6BeetzRhymezandLyfe

Just a little ditty.

Much, much, much, MUCH thanks and gratitude toward the musical soulman known as DJ Spinna, who ushered me into a whole world of music. Without such a deliverer as He, I would have been listening to a lower standard and resticted range of audio be now. Amen.

Spinna, your eclectic taste is the best I’ve come by by far and I hope to get in the same room as you one day to learn what you know. Maybe in Outer Space, hey? Thanks, Guru Spinna!

My very first ‘music video’, I guess….

My Favourite Rapper

It’s a bit bob. ‘Cos Satan bit Bob. So, my head’s a bit bob.
The Explanation
Somebody screams, probably the child’s mother as she cradles her son. Who once walked the high mental
Plane, because he was bless’d. But now he’s dead, on the floor, dead. Bled out. Bled out of Soul. His Blood. Christ is on the scene but nobody sees H.I.M. with H.I.M. hands clasped together at the fingers with H.I.M. knuckles facing inwards. Arms outstretched. He’s grimacing. When I say nobody sees H.I.M., well, I guess I lied. Because there’s an Angel there too. Who records the occurence on a scroll to add to the library in Heaven. An officer asseses the crime. Not perceiving that an emancipation of a soul has occured, only seeing the desecration of a young human’s life. He’s eating a doughnut. The antivan is an ambulance, one of my most hated vehicles. Because it works for the antichrist. The ambulance drives away to an antichristian establishment, the hospital, through the system’s traffic light system. Stopping at the red light, going at the green, waiting for a bit at amber. The cadaver is autopsied before being disposed of. The person murdered was a good man. That is probably why he was murdered. He was just too good for this sinful world to tolerate.

Babylon Diss

I first met you at the age of three,

When I couldn’t yet rebuke a person who talked shit to me,

I soon realised this was a sheisty world

Run by shadow people who made my soul wanna hurl,

Not me though slag, I got wise to you before I went in and had my very first shag

Admittedly you had me on the ropes a few times in life,

But that strife led me to rely on my God instead of you ugly bitch of a wife.

See Baby, you’ve always been there, that I will say,

But only with bad news, pestilence and bills to pay

For real many men have fallen by your pum

That’s what I saw at an early age and decided to go one better than all of ’em

I cut off from you, stopped watching your violent vids

Brain-washing Programs and porn clips

My mind got wise to your devices. Your underhand techniques like teaching people that occurrences were like the result of a thrown pair of dices.

I’m a nice person, you’re not, your ass smells, your toes are cheesy and you’ve got a mouth full of rot

Men love you, I don’t but then I’m not just a man, I’m more and I’ve come to tell you that your times up you whore

Go back to where you came from – that fiery realm of disbelief

Believe this! This is only a short diss

I got so such more in store when I pull out Nancy and leave you dead on the floor in your own piss

I hate you and your system of things

Unforgivable you are just like Sauron in the lord of the rings

You must be destroyed by one man like Frodo Baggins who knew it wasn’t over ’til he made the fat bitch sing

You’re a hoe and prostitutes catch disease like a 99 slug whistling through the trees and catching you when your darting between them trying to get away from my burner,

You spurn forgiveness and instead ask for more souls like an ever hungry earner your pum is gonna get filled, don’t worry, but by cement though when I leave you cold in an open casket under the pavement in a land never to be built upon again yo

I drop rhymes for God and just like the stones of sodom and Gomorrah I bring sorrow and terror to people like you who think they’re clever by quote unquote ‘getting one up on God’.

You animal, you sod, why don’t you repent and learn some manners instead of serving pork bangers and mash and hanging niggaz by their neck, showing disrespect at every turn, just for cash, power but ultimately a deadly slash to the neck,

What the heck a slash to your soul, your very core and I’m sure that will be enough. It’s gonna get rough for you after all this ease and wine. It’s fine right now but your low browedness and misdemeanours have added up and are now in a pile before God’s throne, may you be thrown in the fire, Babylon ‘coz of your wrong and be roasted like the fat pig you are on the pyre by God’s heavenly choir of yah’nders ALL THE DAY LONG.

Where’s Wally?

Verily, the antichrist is a hideaway,

Scared to show himself as an enemy

Of God, but he will do anyway,

The sod, the guy has many debts to pay

When the gavel drops, all that is done to my people in the name of ‘fun’ will stop, murder, theft and all that unrighteousness, piled up and burned then to a heap of snuff. But where’s wally?

Is he in the Caves of Nottingham, naked, showing off his bum? I’m pretty sure he’s forsaken. Leicester, in the train station, with the crack heads who steal playstations from a man’s crib. But where’s wally?

Der ‘e iz.