Spit First, Transcribe Later Chapter 7

Good morning this is Loki of Literati. It's 3:42. / What's more it's gray outside too / so I've got to find a way / to play inside my mind / and let all that fun time / wind down. If there's no sunshine / to give me proper power / I have to shower / myself in my own clout and be devoured / and a whole mantra list of blessings that I can keep using not so much as affirmations, / woo, woo, woojie, but more like, more like proclamations, / re-imprinting the finest way. / Everything that not only makes me smile but the most efficient plays. / I follow the blueprint every single day. / And the more that your mind is on those tracks / the less that the demons from the past / and all the doubts / and everything that you could do without / finds its way in. / Ultimately I keep finding a cringe / every time I come around. Make my rounds, to all my friends because for the most part everyone I hang out with is just balls out and tits good and witty and smart and wants happiness / and to get snappy with things / and everyone's in for the right kind of friendship and camaraderie and rapport.

You know when you meet and bond and root for each other and share in each other's bounty and really want to see each other succeed and really try to groove in each other's ways and discuss the commonalities that you all have different ideas on but still want to see each other's groove. But every now and then / I find my way around a bend / and talking to a friend / and we round a curve / and they get suddenly disturbed. / I know you've all been there before when you heard the 3 no's in a row, that people say when you've got something cool and they've got something to add but they can't handle it. There's a hostility. I think that's something that unwillingly comes up. Everyone's heard it. People who say "no" to mean yes. I don't mean in the sexual sense. I'm not talking about when no means no.

I mean .... very specifically ... when a topic is brought up and you've got something you could do to build this, you know? A more expounded view on the topic. And you hear "No" and then a repeat of ya just fucking said. And then some sort of cognitive dissonance break over that. If I point out that there's water damage on the Sphinx when there hasn't been water in the Amazon Basin.... out there... (Amazon Basin?) there hasn't been water out there where the Sphinx was built in over 3,000 years and someone else says "No, dudud-dudu-du, geological evidence says there hasn't been water and...." and right away my mind says "Okay, this is a person who's not used to speaking correctly. They're obviously wanting to continue this, but there's some hostility there. There's some sense of "no." There's all sorts of other ways / that people end up sending conversation into disarray / and arguments / come out of things that would be agreements / and someone tries to fight me when we're both having the exact same discussion / but their mind just can't be crushing / on it. They're trying to give me concussion / batter my senses / with their ugliness. / This tableau of shit they got; / they can't just flow off their thoughts / even though it's a very real and clear sense / that we should be in agreement. / I get fed up with it. / Sometimes I think it's when ignorant fucks / end up thinking that I'm just bringing up topics in order to buck / their mind. And you get the hostile face and the "Why'd you bring that up?" or "YEAH! I knew that!" always with that "unh", that derision. These are the same people who if you don't see them for weeks or even years and you see them again they suddenly got that "There's something in my rear" face. They can't shake it out so they grimace when they see you. It's what I mean when I rhyme shit like "Whether you cringe, sigh or peak upon my arrival? / I'll singe your eyes when I speak, spry and cold!" It's something I have to face every now and then. I'm going into Everett today, / I was down in L.A. a few weekends ago and only once did that come up then. Well, going into the old hood today, it won't come up. 'Cause people get way more real when you get poor but that's the trippy thing. Well that's not 100%. There's a few poor people who would absolutely be hostile / if they ever saw me / just because they can't jostle free. / People end up getting pissed off when you're doing well. That doesn't even have to be financial as well. / You can just gel with what's happening. / You can be living in utter Hell, / supporting some welfare family, watching your money get drained away. / And still wake up everyday and say / "I've got my brain with which to play" / and wake up with a smile on your face / and have someone ask you / "What are you smiling for?" "Why are you an asshole today?"

That's the trippy thing. I think I've cut all the shitters out of my life. / So only once or twice / every couple of weeks / does something come up to bite / and it's usually something ugly someone has to speak. / And I always wonder: what makes someone flip something happy? Into a argument? That's where a lot of my Loki side came from. That sense of "Hey why are you trying to bust my groove? / Is it just some kind of sass you're trying to use? / Like it's a hobby to be sarcastic / and you think this is a good practice / and you wanna play on me? / 'Cause if so, you can try to slay / but I've got heckler game all day!" / You know? I can be switching lames, / switching lanes, / kicking up the frames / and flipping pyramids on any fucking day. / Any fucking direction from which you came / that's alright. Your mind can get maimed.

But that's not ever what I actually want to do with the wit and talent / and the shitty challenges / that come up. I mean that shit's just something that people want to groove. But I think that's maybe a social dominance test / so in some cases .... you've got bombing sense / and people are like "Oh my god!" They don't like it if you're too honest especially if they're the person who's used to being the only blunt one in the group which I say "Dude, you gotta get out of that!" You cannot be hanging with any group of people in which there's only one blunt and honest person in the group because that means everyone else is a sheeple, / so what's up? If nobody else has a peep to go / that's a real roll / then .... whoops. Meep meep! Out of there, yo! / is what I say, but when you meet someone who in their mind is the only one who can climb that ladder and be on that high horse and declare what the world is all about and they're gonna scream and shout and tell you every 5th conversation that they're blunt. / That they're upfront. / That they'll be real. You know, 10 times out of 10 those people end up having a conflict with me the first 10 times they meet me, time and again even though I don't bring up hostile subjects.

And I think it's because the more acceptance you have over someone the more real dominance you have over the situation. Ultimately the cooperative frame / is what causes everything to work over and over again. / People have this exclamation of victory. / When something goes well for them so they look back on their history / and so "Oh well, that was just a time when my alpha dom side / ended up being the way to ride / and everyone else had to go along with the vibe / because I'm just that strong / so that's gonna become a part of my chant, my personal song. / That's why my anthems are always about singular cohesion within the whole situation. / I know that makes my firebombs a whole messy complication. / It's a puzzle kaleidoscope thing that I'm making / every time, but that's just the way I spit so you know? If you don't like the way I spit, then fuck you. Get the fuck off the planet. / My licks rock, you can fucking cram it! / But when someone else is so used to "No, this is it, there is only one proto-dominant way to address the situation." And you come offf and you just got enough groove on it that everyone can win and everyone has their place. I mean no one person can do it all. But everyone can do something which means you can learn from everyone. That's the whole way of the human race. We're all running together and not against each other. So every now and then I mean someone like that. I think that's why it's so easy to put fuckers like that in their place / if you can out-imaginate / and stay in the cooperative frame / then you can see where everyone's at. And if someone wants to roll up and be jocular and jovial and competitive with their wit / and right away flip you hostile shit / because you brought up a new topic / that they've already got something on with-- / That they first have to establish they're dominant on and cut you down, / any of that, it always brings out the clown / in me. Because I get it they're trying to irk me, / there's a sense of expressiveness / in every sentence. And there's wonder and fascination / that I seek to share with everyone. / And the more knowledge I gain, / the more polish on it again, / the more panache I take / whenever I cash a bowl. / And rake my mind across the coals / and say "When I take this new knowledge across my inner Hell / it comes out and I can just gel / with the function / of it." I mean aaaaaugh. That's the luncheon / of brain food. You come out munching / on it like a cannibal's buffet. / Humanity's spray / is supposed to give you so many different ways / to smile every day. / So, I suppose that's why there's always a tiny bit of thorn / in every one of my vines. It's like I'm so used to scorn, / defiant sense. Not often anymore. Like I've said many times, I've cut the shitters out of my life, but not everyone's 100% about being copacetic 100% of the time. So there's a part of my bent mind / that's still lent to rhyme / and sent to handle dissent / now and again but that ain't no fucking crime. / That's just heckler game. And heckler game is just a fucking magic trick. / Anyways, this is Loki of Literati, Spit First, Transcribe Later, Chapter OH SHIT! / Not six! I was about to rhyme that WROOOONG! / Whoooa! This is firebomb / number seven. Yeeeeah, in which I'm delving / into the finer points of social consciousness and how to handle the dynamics / of those who can fucking cram it!