AKA The Cool One, The Pool One, Pool All, At The Pool, Pool Jam...

Yeaah... a cool one after yesterday!
Cooling off. After the wrecking rage.
Cyberdevil. Jabun with a ready-made.
EM-1... b36... this is it! This a hit!
That it is! Let us let it play, ey...

(here we go yo)

Smooth and soft. Like a Chevrolet.
Riding around these Grounds. Every day.
Fuming off the top of my head - tonsils popping and red -
But in bed I ain't!

Cold can't keep me from my music!
You speak in tunes! I hear it! I too speak!
Two sounds meet and it's truly congruant.
I view this as fucking cool. And human.

It's a movement... it's a thing that goes round!
Every year when I'm here I keep spinning my sounds!
Not nearly as much as I would like - I huff on the mic,
In a rush for a month and then - scuff to the side!

Time in the spotlight's done, with that plot I run,
Oxygen stops, blood clots and my fun drops off
For the winter as I tend to my indoor living and
Fend off the many women who want manly men with them (in my head!)

Feels like a sin to stay silent. Gotta keep speaking.
Wrecking havoc at peak times - least on the weekend,
Musique is truly a beauty - beautiful to me
Like the lush forests in North Sweden I'm elluding

When I'm here in my little row house, holed down
Notes out, prose drops dramatically when I roll South
But I gotta push that habit, I gotta jam with
My friends and fellow NG fam as often as I eat a sandwich

Is it a sin to stay silent if you're in a crowd?
Don't be violent! Open your mouth and let it out man.
World would be a better place if instead of pepperspray
We step aside and say 'you first' or 'cheers' or 'here's to better days'

Let the rage rain away with this cool...
Let the music be the tool you need to pool all feuds...
And there's no feuding in a pool man, we're truly human
When we pool together and do thangs, yeah!

...

I don't know if this flow's warm or cold!
Is ambience a wharf or a warmth in your bones?
It's unknown! It's a mystery like what Napoleon
Had in his pocket. Chapstick? Lockpick? Poems?

Maybe a locket. A memory of better days.
We all want rockets. To send us to a better place.
Like there's in outer space a mountain to raze.
Full of minerals and gold that can buy us a vase.

Our priorities are skewed like we're playing with Ames Room
It's strange how we race through life
Like our strife's just spacial, surfacial
Superficial like Pilates compared to say Plato, yeah....

And do we join Nato? What's an artist for?
If not to paint a little nuance on the art of war?
I'd rather chill and level up my Gardevoir
In my bedroom while the Martians storm, and start reforms

Maybe if we know we're comparatively dumb
And aliens can flatten our planet with just a thumb
We'll be just a little humbled, and sit around as one
Pool party y'all. Pool all of our glum and just...

Be happy we're alive huh! Jabba the Hut survivors! Fake idols to bridals!
Beanies and waterbottles. Stop relying on the lotto! If you are. Work hard. That's my motto!
And Jabun killing it with the groovebox! KORG EM-1, live jam! My man! Hella fun!
Feel like I'm sitting on an elaphant. What a ride - what I relish - what a vibe!

Smooth still, let it sliiide...

Yeaaah! Cyberdevil. Jabun.

Woo.

AKA Dreaming, The State Of All, Rockstar Ink...

Yeaaah!
Cyberdevil! Mimeo!
Uh! Here we go, yo!

Olschool! Rock and roll dude!
Let's stroll this road too, yeaaaah!
Throw some worldview, off the verdure...

0:22

Dreaming... of a world where I make more money than the average bloke
But as soon as I dream such things I feel evil seething and I'm glad that I am more woke.
Though the anti-woke movement killed the waking movement in that word like Coke killed Mary.
I just hope you keep an open stereo, and blare out the music that spoke to you really! (LOUD)

( I'm just a nobody with old shoes!
Going all Inktober with these dope tunes!
Staying in these rags like I'm an old dude!
Bagging the prose in those like it's a dope room!

Here with Eamon! Improv demon!
Rockstar lean with the strings - I screaming!
Kings of The City with the meanest meanings!
Bleed these speakers! Feel defiance! )

I don't really know!
What I'm doing with my life, but the world it rolls, so here we go!
I just want control!
I keep following the vibe like I lost my soul - know it's not optimal!
All that really is!
Is a chase for the grit, the rush, the riffs - relics of our tripping!
Will it ever fit?
The wig you wear! It's hairy in here and my beard is slipping!

1:20

The world is in a bad place these days!
All these trials and tribulations we face!
Say we keep evil at bay but the ocean's rocking!
Bigots in bungalows filling open pockets!

The road to fortune's lined with regrets!
All these dominoes on the streets!
Filing down to this hole on the ground - strolling with crowns -
Shake or a frown and it's off to the deep end!

...

I just want to emcee, I want to be free,
I feel beats like a Morse code *beep beep*,
Living dazed like I wake from a deep sleep always.
But my deep state's secret!

In the Matrix acting like a beatnik.
See no purpose in anything - no meaning.
Beyond emceeing I keep scheming in Stockholm.
I always write so I hope I'm not wrong yeaaah...

AKA Crazy Drums...

Yeah! Cyberdevil, MrKuivahiiva.... We once were, a little, out there... yeah.

I was crazy once! When I played my drums!
Got a marching band tom up in fourth grade!
I have a djembe now! Asked for a bongo but
The folks got me a drum I didn't want - it's strong as fuck though!

And what the fuck you know! Of drumming a pot or stove!
Of drumming on your own chest till you crack a rib!
That really happened kids! Harry Mack might've done it better
Me I rap and I stack Inktober tracks like Pharrell madder chedder

Always was a go-getter! When I was in my dreams!
Another life might've been a Finn or in a guillotine!
We always were a little crazy! Us banal and bitter Swedes!
Ever feel the rage flush your face when the wisdom leaves?

I don't know if I ever felt that though...
Only get a little crazy when I rap and tap into a mad flow!
But even real young when my fare here had just begun...
I got psyched when I heard the drum drum drum.

I mean psychotic and insane! Binging chips like I can't gain!
Fat like I stashed twenty bags in my labcoat!
Factoids floating out my ears - and in that dope!
Bop bop! That is what I want on my last woke!

I mean wake - woke is over. It's too late!

AKA Jungle Run, Jungle Drums...

On the run from my demons today!
Took a run this evening today!
I didn't run far! Stoop at the knee and I say:
Why don't I try to emcee now today?

Can't a cold take me to my grave!
And can't old age tame me!
Can I slow down though? Be brave!
Maybe I'll go mainstream!

Nah! On a run through the jungle!
Jungle drums rumble! Steps like a thunder!
Tropic like a sauna - I'm used to that shizzle
The views sure are beautiful but ooh all these critters

All these venomous snakes in the grass and the marshes
Arachnids - lining the arches like carpets
The trees with the mango and the beasts who farm it
Hope I don't... seem too alarmist!

The jungle's a place for the strongest and only
Those who survive carry on in the dawn
King Kong in the mangrove with a big John
Sing songs when the night falls if you waaant...

To succumb to a savage death!
Laid down in the lush green mesh - a lavish rest!
Lavender leaf on a lamented lap
Where you lie for a nap for the rest of all...

The last of rest! The lasting rest! What's after/next! That tragic death! The afterlife! The ladder, the nexus aaaaa...

Gotta catch my breath!
Gotta slow down for this run
Or I might succumb to the hungerous one
With the jungle drums

I just want to chill in a hammock
Get a PBJ sandwich - sit in my pajamas
Learn Spanish like como te llamas
And snap me some pics - new camera angles!

But these animals have no manners!
They're easy to anger! Their teeth like are daggers!
Like Dracula they have a practicular vernacular
They just want to maul and mangle!

Strangle their foes! Or straddle their foes!
Go mad! Is that what too many bananas will do to you?
Don't screw with the jungle loonies or you will soon
Find these ruthless brutes are unusual

They'll take your teeth and turn 'em into cereal!
They'll play games at your wake and you're burial!
An enamored panda may make you stand up and say
You're marital vows in clicks like mandibles

What is UP with these jungle critters?
This ain't a jungle on Earth, is it?
I say Aye if we journey to the stars...
Maybe we'll get this kind of jungle, on Mars!

But my thoughts are a jungle! My thoughts too are vicious!
And feed on my hope and my dreams! They're nutritious!
The darkness inside! The greed and ambitions!
I'll disarm 'em like the lethalest lizards!

Or like fire ants, beetles, botfly's and hornets.
Infestations? My mind is your nest.
Papa Roach proclaimed back in the day:
The government the media or your family!

It's all the same, it's all and one
It's the sane, the wise, the jungle drum!
The jungle drum! The jungle drum! The jungle drum! The jungle drum!

It's all the same, it's all and one
It's the sane, the wise, the jungle drum!
The jungle drum! The jungle drum! The jungle drum! The jungle drum!

The jungle drum... the jungle drum...

Today is...

A short one! Cause I gotta run, I'll get more done -
Tomorrow. Just got off work with a sore bum.
Been sitting all day on a chair like I can't afford one that's
Comfortable! What ELSE in my life devours funds?

Fun times up in Östersund - save for the cold!
Bummed a ride now I'm ready to roll!
I'm going all month like an overly aggressive Poker player! ARR!
Won't ever fold!

Know I'll be old WAY before I'm ready.
The way the years are flying I feel I'm there already.
I bear the resignation like my boss SUCKS
And every day I'm ready for a confrontation

I'm not willing to conform! I'll get jiggy with a norm!
But my boss is COOL like McDonald, Norm.
I'm slightly out of form and tired I haven't slept,
But I got the job DONE - ain't fired yet!

FIRE breath! Dragon in the place! Revolutionary!
Luffy's dad! Face tattoos! Very scary!
The System IS Of A Down! Taxicity! Aries!
Hairy times! Haircut's mandatary!

Planetary destruction coming out of this bitch!
Mother Nature don't give a fuck what freedom is!
The freedom to exploit's for spoiled rich kids!
Who weren't raised right! What a waste of great life!

Waste of green Earth! Waste of great Skies!
Waste of clean Water! WASTE those a-craters?
I gotta go I'll see you later - change the world!
Don't wait! The sooner maybe the safer.

And don't be foiled. It's about so much beyond just...
Co(2) and oil.

Oy!

AKA Monumental Monday...

I'm taking a rental now!
Down to Stockholm bound!
Rolling up to the dealer with
New wheels backpack and a trench-coat now!

Got two bananas with me!
Gotta get lunch somewhere South!
Fridge is empty but I've plenty
Of ideas along this route!

It's gonna be cool,
Riding along on the highway smooth,
I'll get a Volvo XC40
Which for transport I will use

And double socks, long underpants
And two holes in my shoes!
In addition to the two holes
You traditionally use

It's friggin' cold outdoors
It dropped to minus ten
But I'm rolling to the warmth now
I'm going home again

And the car I got is free -
I follow this old philosophy
That you shouldn't pay for more than
You really really need

So I'll be in a rental now!
I'll be driving all day
At least six seven hours -
Will I be early or more late?

I figured I'll do this quick,
And then I'll hit the road!
No beat today NG folks!
I'm out! Bags and a coat.

This freedom is what I chose!
Instead. Gotta leave rental,
Then get home, get better,
Go to bed. I bet I'll be spent.

See you in the...
Final week of emceeing strictly speaking
This streak is going to peak in -
I reckon - if this cold lets up -

Any second.