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Inktober #24 - Game Of Life

One thing at a time! I keep on going not at the finishing line!
Is this an omen? I don't like what I can find!
When I dig in my mind! It used to be so bright there, I wish I could rewind!
I now get stuck on nightmares! I wake up and get by but...
Boom biddy bye keeps playing loudly when I drive up.
Need attitude to rise up, and energy to revise rut.
Suffice to say I'm tired and way too fast is my time up.

Every day... get up and greet the gray gray everyday!
Take the car to work and rev a bit on the way! Never too bitter to play!
But never videogames! No time to just relax and have a video play!
Without feeling a need to skim and rush the written relay!
The review that I write! Diary on life I get to every night!
And I used to do haikus, but lately just a hundred words.
Used to bless the mic too, lately I've been undernourished.
Used to chase my idols! Now I just sit inside all! Time until daylight fall! Hooked on my survival!

But one thing at a time! This month I'm going with the river of rhyme!
Showing you that no man can not quit on the grind they don't like and get a better one!
Got a six pack app and I'm getting better guns! If work didn't end so late instead I'd run but
Run Run DMC on stereo now here we go the oldskool flow is still a killing with me.
It takes a skill to emcee, but more so story-telling, no crime in talking about life but I think I'd be a boring felon.
Talking about what I like, talking about what I hate, talking about how I stay up and get up late,
Like not everyone knows that everything's not piece of cake, but... do you even bake huh?
Come on now we gotta get in shape!

Every day... get up and greet the gray gray everyday!
I probably should get out and jog that grayness away, and feel great and go greet,
Some peeps I pass by and get a gathering, mass on the streets,
Then get on back for a feast, before I take to my deeds! So much more accomplishing than aimless retreat!
A company men get out in battle! Rattle the saddle! Jump up face backwards! Ride that way so no one knows what happens!
Chose a show on such shoulders so cattle can tackle heck all! New animals here to wreck all! Cadillacs to the next world! Humans we are so fickle!
Why not every day, get up and sever your way, go change the preconditions of whatever game that you play,
Go play it cool! Live life. By your rules.

Inktober #23 - Number 23

AKA Non Contemplate

Last few days been way too contemplative,
But today I'm too busy for contemplating!
Guess it's back to a crazy lyrical display agent?
With a heat straight from Hades that makes dames dizzy.
You ask Bob Axell: Cyberdevil who is he?
Well he's a blasting heavy death metal kind of frizzy!
Sizzling on sick slithering kind of witty word-
Riddled turds. That's the shit! Past the city.
With the audacity to be asking peeps,
To hand him beats! But he gets what he demands you see? Mostly.
His standing feat is to bang out these,
Dabble in daily verses, yet the devil's in the details.
Still second-guessing himself, still got those demons.
Fetching my mail. Writing in the lines between them.
Oh hey I went from third person to first
Though I'm not on self-roast and loathe mode,
It's boast mode! Beast known! Known to
Go and murder words.

And past the city cause naturally it agitates me.
Just want a nature-loving lady nothing shady.
So we can have our little rituals, me and Miss Earth
In a save haven amidst withering daisies!

Hey peeps it's night and I'm late on time.
So please accept this here vacant rhyme.
Saying nothing of nothing like I've erased my mind.
I raced to raze my mind for many days to find.

Nothing added! Seems these adages are almost automatic.
Don't know where it all comes from, maybe already have it,
In the deepest reaches of subconscious mind state.
This my version, like Krinkels one is Madness.
Sublime talent comes from a line of failures,
Hey word, I'm stoked you let me have this.
On fire yet so far out of matches.

Go to sleep. It's Number 23.

Inktober #22 - Where You Are

I had a dream...
Looking back time seems like a machine...
It keeps chugging away, where have I been?
Where am I going? What does it mean?

I look out the window and see a scene...
But it's all hazy to me, I'm chasing my sleep,
Need to get to bed but it's so late already
Maybe I'll stray here between

Between dawn and night... they call it twilight!
Carry on and carry yawns all through my life!
It's quite nice sometimes with summer ambiance,
But too much staganance too, I think it damages...

I still feel like I need to get a move on...
If I start going too fast will I choose wrong...
Get all too lost and too confused and then...
Realize that I'm not moving...

( But I do wonder where you are S3C?
Hope you haven't gone FUBAR like '03
All this time, all the crude stars on TV
We could really use a new bar to believe (raise the bar)

But I'll keep walking till my shoes start to be peeled!
I'll keep walking till my feet too start to bleed!
I'll keep walking till my my legs and bones are weak
I'll keep walking till I'm toned like speckled steel (that's the freckled me...) )

I had a dream...
I was carrying time, it was asleep...
I could do all I wanted no one could see...
Everyone stood still there on the street...

I could cop a feel and I could rob a shop!
I could ride all cars a round around the block!
I could leave my markings in the strangest place.
I could see such sights that you just can't erase.

But as memory grew then I too grew lonely
There is no real you without your homies,
And as I aged there in my space in time,
People stayed the same, and I just graced them by

It started getting hard... to laugh and smile...
Started getting hard... to relax a while...
When my muscles withered and my legs stopped wobbling
I realized time wasn't all I wanted...

( But I wonder where you are S3C?
Are you somewhere out there living your dreams?
Or has the 'rona hurled you to the crimson cage,
The streets are shady and they're filled with rage,

Gotta just keep walking as to stay the same (and sane)!
Gotta keep grinding to stay in shape!
Sharpen swords and words and what remains,
For whenever we can wield our creative vein)

Don't get estranged! You see the light...
Even in the vilest place!
When you get used to the shadows, you'll see the shade,
Is not only darkness, it starts to fade.

And the worlds so vibrant, so cool and clear!
The world's polluted, but you have air!
The more we spit out, the more the plants,
Will grow to pick up, our angry stanks.

The more we race up against the tanks!
The more we'll face up within our ranks!
The more adversity the more we'll smile,
When the accursed war sleeps for a while...

The darker life is, the more you shine!
To find your own role, and goal in time!
Don't let control you, don't fall in line!
They put out walls but you - you better climb!

( But I do wonder where you are S3C?
Hope you're still out there and living free,
When all this doubt clears, and history,
Sees us as crazy, then may we sleep...

Until then let's charge on with new esteem!
Fired up like arson! The cruelest schemes!
Cannot stop compartments of true emcees!
And I do like guitar with a lucid beat... )

Reminiscing on those train ride impressions of old...'
Back when you still played by those sessions all gold...
Never give up man. That's the lesson.
That's the answer. Always question.

Be free, even if it's only in, even if it's all, even if it's only...

A dream.

Be free, even if it's only in, even if it's all, even if it's only...

A dream.


Inktober #21 - Cold Day In Hell

Cyberdevil... RAMUSH... it's ambush time yeah... just a little something I wrote today...

It's a cold day in hell...
But I'm going for real. Over the rails.
Wanna be on another level. Not just coating my nails,
I'll be cold in myself.

They say I'm on fire lately,
Might end up like coal just as well.
Or gold just as well? Or diamonds?
Put enough pressure on me, I'll keep climbing.

Like whatever that video was
With that guy who put lipstick on.
First his lips, then his whole face?
Lip stick man you can hear it in the name!

But to be an artist you need to drift away!
Don't stick with what's conventional, just what's great!
Yeah, just wait...

I want to be on another lane.
People say we got right-side traffic.
But they're all driving the wrong way.
And they say that I am batshit?

Crazy insane! Nah I'm the only one here,
Who sees so hazy I see clear!
Go to sleep and I live my dream!
Wake up and it's still a nightmare!


Get that kick and I'll live on!
Each dawn up with a grin and a big yawn!
No time to spend in my bedroom!
Deadroom. Better get into my living one!

Chutney dude is the realist clown!
That I've ever seen! Want to be like that!
I could've been on that verse but HOTSTUFF had
Other plans. What's up brother man?

I'm still waiting on that verse you called me,
And ninjamuffin99 is waiting on mine,
Barely have time to get up in the morning,
Office job got me working 5-9,

But life's awesome and I'll keep performing!
Every day like I do here online,
At least till Inktober's over, need closure,
But I don't want to ever fall behind.

On anything. My biggest fear. Is leaving nothing. When I'm gone.
So carry on. Make something better. Something to remember.
Something to change things. Forever, and ever. Something to show.
That I'm not a pawn. I'm not a demon. I'm a devil.

And It's a cold day in hell y'all.

Have a good one.

Inktober #20 - Bat Out Of

AKA Raise

Crazy days lately I chase the raise!
No I don't. But work's got a hold of me anyway.
Pray the faith keeps 'rona out of the way!
No I don't. But I like to have faith in humanity.

Hasty mornings waking up to the sun!
I wish I had a routine like do a work-out or run!
But it's either just get right to the computer or to the car!
Quick brush your teeth have a coffee and maybe a bar and...

Work's pretty great I should be hella thankful for it!
I work at a place where we never get no pranks it's normal!
Can walk around in what have you it's really not that formal!
Sit in your cubicle though never in despair or boooredom.

Crazy days lately I chase the wraith!
Days speed away now, every day is a blaze.
Wish I could slow to appreciate the pace...
You can't even see the road signs at this rate.

Eyy... but it's really not so bad though.
Everyday sit and write and rep mad flow.
Rap a bit, practice, prep for battle.
Sometimes totally blotch it! Get psychotic!

Get mad at myself that I can't handle.
Stress better than this! I'm not a vandal!
I'm trying to build things up not break 'em down,
It's round 2. Pound truth. Into some fools.

And get somewhere with all of my rythmics!
Get a bit more creative! Get a bit more artistic!
Entertaining with maybe crazy displays of a richness!
I used to only get in muscavado. I guess it must be motto.

To challenge yourself! Battle yourself! Better yourself!
For the dough? Never batter yourself, but no pat on the shell!
If you never accomplish nill, but get there build!
The fat all yourself. Till you're big like a bat out of hell.

Crazy days lately but have a great! One.

Inktober #19 - Battle Me

AKA The New Hate, That New Hate, New Hate, Static Player

Cyberdevil. larrynachos.

Here's something about how I'm feeling a lot...
Just waiting for the beat now to drop...
I do like to emcee here a lot!
Hmm. Yeah...

You want to battle me that'll be,
Accurately just a battering,
I come in clad like I'm Lucifer,
Savvy on doing the damaging,

Should know that I'm dutifully maleficent,
Visions are viciously rampant now,
Coming in to revamp the town with a tank,
So Grounds come thank me now!

I'm really no fan of the new player!
That moves as I move the page!
It follows when I try to savor!
The reviews so I view it in rage!

You can shrink it but you can't escape it!
Why don't you just get out of my face?!
I'm all for improvements but not for trends,
That don't follow common sense!

You want to battle me that'll be,
More like a beating or bludgeoning!
Not of me but of you if you chump on in,
And decide to get dunked again.

Sitting on my bed dressed all commando,
It's my best bedside manner,
Polishing on my MC Hammer,
Ready to hand you the hammering handle.

I go at it all rampant like I'm Rambo
Break battles like bottles like I'm just a vandal!
Knock people out with a jab with my sandal!
Sandal wood's hardcore! Dent in the armoire!

Sound the alarm and get out the farm y'all!
Trample my kale? Think you'll prevail?
I'm usually cool and calm but I'll harm all
who get in the way of my polkadot beets!

You mess with me? Prep for defeat!
Prep to hole up in a bunker for weeks!
My memory's hazy but anything rotten,
Cyberdevil has never ever forgotten!

And Cyberdevil won't ever forget!
Get in my way and you finna be wet!
I mean straight up killed, deaded, merked,
Lyrically of course deep in the dirt.

Dig your own hole now, or get a crowbar,
Get in a box, get your own lock,
It's too late for mercy too late to console now.
Shouldn't have messed up, shouldn't have hoed round,

If I was a wizard I'd make you a toad now!
If I was a blizzard I'd freeze you to snow cones!
If I was a god I'd treat you like ozone!
Hey maybe this verse is getting out of control now!

Just hope we get that option to...
Let that new player not follow you... around... everywhere!

Yeah. That's how I'm feeling lately.

Cyberdevil. larrynachos. On the beat.

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