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I haven't actively done music in years. It's been half a decade since I produced a beat and longer since I seriously recorded anything. It's been quite a while since I've performed. Of course people who know me for music in some way ask about music in conversation when I haven't seen them in a while. I did a lot of inner work around a big portion of my life I spent creating and performing; honestly there's so much tied to it. My decision to stop performing and producing music came after a true self assessment. Did I really even want to do it or was I continuing because I'm good at it and people thought I should. Well you don't do things because others think you should and just because you do something well does mean you have to do it. Is it feasible, viable and most importantly; do you actually enjoy doin it?

Realizing the answer was no to all three...

For a simple verse, this one is dense with meaning.

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A new challenge for the unbalanced,
walkin’ a tightrope; sip the chalice.
Ask Alice if you don’t believe me.
Beat the stuffin’ out that pussy; taxidermy.
I don’t need to rhyme, when I see divine.
Let’s get this party groovin’, get dem bodies movin’.
I’m Boom-bap when I wanna be,
(Yo) ain’t nothin worse than an old-school wanna be.
Summer be the best time to release a record,
but it really don’t matter if this nigga’s half steppin’.
Like Kunta Kente, if you a new slave and you know it,
you be better be damn proud to show it.
Like every single tattoo on my arms,
my legacy is written in the sun, moon and stars.
Beggin’ me to hoop it and spit foolishness in bars,
I’d rather chill with Sum, German Luger to your God.
Holes in your currency; flaws.
Hover like an altered I-Ching; pause.
I put trademarks across your eyes,
Sonny Carson in the field pickin’ fights like the fabric of our lives.
The fabrics of our lives.
Like the - Nigga that’s cotton. Forget it. Nevermind.

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iAreConscious New York, New York

Conscious is an artist of many facets. A lateral thinker that not only contemplates outside of the boxes that society attempts to create for him, but reshapes them to fabricate art in multiple forms.

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