Non Compos Mentis
Abstract Rude Aceyalone Haiku D'Etat & Mikah 9 Lyrics
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Non compos mentis and moon struck
come, pompous apprentice and succumb
To this relentless, yes, the sun
rises and sets yet you see none
of it's effects until it's done
then you'd reflect on how you'd run
I'd take a step, your momentum
[Abstract Rude]
they eat then they want to smoke then they eat food
repetitive cycle 'til I feel in the mood
other crews can't copy, they ain't got the magnitude
I hit 'em up, a heavyweight, they call 'em Ab Rude
this is not simply just to downplay wishes
made by emcees who found they status
do what you do to live life lavish
have this cabbage, heavy baggage
[Aceyalone]
Well I would like to start by saying
life has to be sparked each day
and night, got to be smart don't play
your time, you won't be back
when I speak I slice the words up like a slasher
private party crasher, dasher, rational thinker
sparkle a twinkle, third eye glimmer
sky swimmer
I like to let it simmer 'til the lights get dimmer
and I like talking about dilemma
and come up with a solution for the pollution
my contribution being the superior being at emceeing
and seeing the light love being in the light
but they snatch it like a thief in the night
[Mikah 9]
(right, right, you know what I mean)
I call them the cookie monsters
on the grind for these Entemanns, Chips-A-Hoy
combined with M&Ms, money, main
these be -Boys prosper posture on top of the roster exposed impostor
send him in, rendering him limb and limb
salted wounded, squeezing a little lemon in
torture sounding from drowning porter subjects surrendering
my tender and remembering the splendor when
I put my first splinter in nail
cuticle, black male
and you and yo honey giving skully to Clinton insider her cubicle
checks not cash knots
she also gotta keester half this poultry up that twat
the rest will go up to other how's tickling the G-spot
on G.P. you could D.P. the sales manager and the VP
you could smuggle me a key
I best belive that's how it be
just smoke this weed and leave with all the homies
[Abstract Rude]
Out the hotel
ain't we having a car come pick us up?
the life of a star come hook us up
studios, stages and the streets, bomb beats
pages of loose leaf, blazing the keef
courageous, the truth speaks louder than lies
so when they hear you style they be proud of you guys
search from land to land
go from a thousand to a hundred to ten
and couldn't find an honest man
it ain't always what it's promised to be
they don't stop until the thirty third and a third degree
shhh... can you keep a secret? of course
or yell it loud 'til your voice hoarse
out the airport
and we having a plane fly us out
we the truest, they interview us for what we write about
whether we're right or wrong
once again it's on 'til the night is gone
get in a zone from the dome and a tight song
[Aceyalone]
Well life just ain't sugary and buttery, is it?
now what, are we fooling ourselves thinking that it is?
I'm thinking that these kids need to know it from the jump
and be it that I'm a poet trying to get over the hump
I could play it like a trump
make you sicker than the mumps
the days come hella fast and the money comes in clumps
and sometimes it don't come at all
you run you fall come one for all for one
depending on exactly where you from
'cause the only way to be immortalized to be organized
and be able to be mobilized and look over the skies
I speak for an Overise and I stand for the universe
and freedom of man original with the tan
can I expand? can I feel the crowd?
if you don't want me to touch you then, uhh, speak up now
yeah, I keep my eyes on the owl and the sparrow
and the eagle and the hawk
They say why you talk that crazy talk
I tell 'em "we see what your eyes can't see"
on me, "we hear what ears can't hear"
poetry we can be what nobody can be
solely the only lonely truly
[Mikah 9]
Non compos mentis and moon struck
come pompas apprentice and circum
To this relentless the sun
rises and sets yet you see none
of it's effects until it's done
then you'd reflect on how you'd run
I'd take a step, your momentum
I had still kept, fool
The song Non Compos Mentis by Abstract Rude, Aceyalone, Haiku D'Etat, and Mikah 9 contains four verses that all touch on different themes, yet they all resonate with the message of the song. The first verse by Mikah 9 talks about people who are out of their minds and moonstruck, yet they do not acknowledge the effects of the sun on their lives. When they finally do, it is too late. The second verse by Abstract Rude critiques the repetitive cycle of eating and smoking that other crews indulge in, and highlights that he is on a different level than them. The third verse by Aceyalone is a call for people to take responsibility for their lives and not fool themselves that life is sugary and buttery. He also talks about the need to be organized and fully aware of what is happening around you to succeed. The final verse by Mikah 9 repeats the first verse with a slightly modified flow.
The song as a whole is a commentary on the human experience and the need for people to be aware of the world around them. It delivers this message through a series of vivid, abstract metaphors that touch on different aspects of life. The different rappers in the song each bring their own unique style and perspective, but they all come together to create a cohesive, thoughtful piece of music.
Line by Line Meaning
Non compos mentis and moon struck
Mentally unstable and fascinated by the moon
come, pompous apprentice and succumb
Arrogant novice, give in to the truth
To this relentless, yes, the sun
To this unstoppable force, the sun
rises and sets yet you see none
It goes on every day, but you're oblivious
of its effects until it's done
You only recognize its impact when it's gone
then you'd reflect on how you'd run
And regret how you've been living
I'd take a step, your momentum
I'll move forward, despite your resistance
I had still kept, fool
I've maintained my strength and intelligence
they eat then they want to smoke then they eat food
They have repetitive cycles of pleasure-seeking
repetitive cycle 'til I feel in the mood
I continue this pattern until I'm satisfied
other crews can't copy, they ain't got the magnitude
No one can imitate my greatness
I hit 'em up, a heavyweight, they call 'em Ab Rude
I dominate, and they admire my skills
this is not simply just to downplay wishes
I'm not trying to diminish aspirations
made by emcees who found they status
Achieved by rappers who reached their goals
do what you do to live life lavish
Do whatever it takes to live luxuriously
have this cabbage, heavy baggage
Earn the money, but it comes with burdens
Well I would like to start by saying
I want to begin by expressing
life has to be sparked each day
Each day is an opportunity to ignite life
and night, got to be smart don't play
Be wise and make intelligent choices
your time, you won't be back
Once your time is gone, it's gone forever
when I speak I slice the words up like a slasher
My words are sharp and impactful
private party crasher, dasher, rational thinker
I disrupt social norms, analyze situations logically
sparkle a twinkle, third eye glimmer
I bring a subtle enlightenment to others
sky swimmer
I navigate through life with ease and grace
I like to let it simmer 'til the lights get dimmer
I prefer to wait and observe before taking action
and I like talking about dilemma
I enjoy discussing challenging issues
and come up with a solution for the pollution
And finding answers to problems that plague us
my contribution being the superior being at emceeing
My contribution is being the best rapper
and seeing the light love being in the light
I appreciate positivity and being in a good place
but they snatch it like a thief in the night
But others take it away unexpectedly
I call them the cookie monsters
I refer to them as greedy individuals
on the grind for these Entemanns, Chips-A-Hoy
Working hard for snacks and treats
combined with M&Ms, money, main
Alongside money, their main motivation
these be-Boys prosper posture on top of the roster exposed impostor
These arrogant men succeed, but they're frauds
send him in, rendering him limb and limb
Send him in, destroy him completely
salted wounded, squeezing a little lemon in
Inflict pain and add insult to injury
torture sounding from drowning porter subjects surrendering
Subjects succumb to torture and give up
my tender and remembering the splendor when
I remember the beauty of past experiences
I put my first splinter in nail
I remember my first achievement, like a splinter in a nail
cuticle, black male
Referring to my own black male identity
and you and yo honey giving skully to Clinton insider her cubicle
You and your partner engaging in sexual activities secretly
checks not cash knots
Having more checks than actual cash
she also gotta keester half this poultry up that twat
She also has to hide some money in her vagina
the rest will go up to other how's tickling the G-spot
The remaining money will go to other people
on G.P. you could D.P. the sales manager and the VP
You could double penetrate the manager and VP
you could smuggle me a key
You could secretly bring drugs to me
I best believe that's how it be
I strongly believe that's the reality
just smoke this weed and leave with all the homies
Just enjoy this marijuana and leave with your friends
Out the hotel
Exiting the hotel
ain't we having a car come pick us up?
Aren't we expecting a car to arrive and transport us?
the life of a star come hook us up
Living like a star, get special treatment
studios, stages and the streets, bomb beats
Recording studios, live performances, and the streets with great music
pages of loose leaf, blazing the keef
Writing lyrics, smoking marijuana
courageous, the truth speaks louder than lies
Being brave, honesty is more powerful
so when they hear you style they be proud of you guys
When people hear your music style, they'll admire you
search from land to land
Travel across different places
go from a thousand to a hundred to ten
Decrease in popularity or success
and couldn't find an honest man
Unable to find someone trustworthy
it ain't always what it's promised to be
Things don't always turn out as expected
they don't stop until the thirty third and a third degree
They won't stop until complete destruction
shhh... can you keep a secret? of course
Can you be trusted with confidential information?
or yell it loud 'til your voice hoarse
Or shout it until you lose your voice
out the airport
Leaving the airport
and we having a plane fly us out
Arranging for a plane to transport us
we the truest, they interview us for what we write about
We are genuine, they want to know about our lyrics
whether we're right or wrong
Regardless of our correctness
once again it's on 'til the night is gone
Once again, we're active until the night ends
get in a zone from the dome and a tight song
Get into a focused state of mind with our captivating music
Well life just ain't sugary and buttery, is it?
Life isn't always easy and pleasant, is it?
now what, are we fooling ourselves thinking that it is?
Are we deluding ourselves into believing it is?
I'm thinking that these kids need to know it from the jump
I believe young people need to understand it from the beginning
and be it that I'm a poet trying to get over the hump
And as a poet, I'm trying to overcome obstacles
I could play it like a trump
I could use clever tactics to succeed
make you sicker than the mumps
I can make you feel worse than ever
the days come hella fast and the money comes in clumps
Time passes quickly, and money comes irregularly
and sometimes it don't come at all
And sometimes, there's no money at all
you run you fall come one for all for one
You try, you fail, everyone must support each other
depending on exactly where you from
It all depends on your specific circumstances
'cause the only way to be immortalized to be organized
The only way to be remembered is to be structured
and be able to be mobilized and look over the skies
And have the ability to move and see beyond
I speak for an Overise
I represent a higher authority
and I stand for the universe
And I represent the entire universe
and freedom of man original with the tan
And the freedom of mankind, especially those with a tan complexion
can I expand? can I feel the crowd?
Can I grow? Can I connect with the audience?
if you don't want me to touch you then, uhh, speak up now
If you don't want me to interact with you, voice it now
yeah, I keep my eyes on the owl and the sparrow
I pay attention to both big and small things
and the eagle and the hawk
And the majestic eagle and hawk
They say why you talk that crazy talk
People question why I express unconventional ideas
I tell 'em 'we see what your eyes can't see'
I tell them that we perceive things beyond their comprehension
on me, 'we hear what ears can't hear'
We can hear things that others can't
poetry we can be what nobody can be
Through poetry, we can express our uniqueness
solely the only lonely truly
Being the only truly lonely person
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: AARON JOSEPH POINTER, ADRIAN BURLEY, EDWIN M. JR. HAYES, MICHAEL TROY
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Bry Molina
Appreciate the audio quality of this. Bless the West...
I hope it doesn't take this long to fix as it took to break
Joseph Baumgardner
Hip hop at its best.
David Paul Big Canoe
yooooooo BIG UPS ON the upload. i got this on the dvd that with this coup de theatre cd. i havent popped that dvd ina minute.