Lyrics

This is my debut rap song called "Unravel the Knots." (2021) Obviously I'm not a rapper but I think my lyrics are fuckin dope. See for yourself. My stage name is 'Sardonic Poet.' For a detailed breakdown of each rap song visit https://www.sardonicpoet.com/beyond-the-beat.html

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LYRICS

"Unravel the Knots" by Sardonic Poet

Fast Old School Type Hard Beat - "1991" | Funky 90s Hip Hop Beat | Funky Boom Bap Instrumental Free by Raias Beats

Lyrical twang nauseates those I bewitch.
My brain is renown, thoughts triggering your ego bitch.
I didn’t ask for this shit, my awareness exploded, ignorance had no place to sit, my sanity imploded.
Everything you know, is just a dream, illusion-stitching doubt to build up your esteem.
Bitch I don’t care if you believe these words, expressing my thoughts unravel the knots. Haven’t you heard?

Refrain
Unravelling the knots, connecting the dots, through decay, evil plots, the decline of morality rots.
Unravelling the knots, connecting the dots, through decay, evil plots, the decline of morality rots.

Idiots be laughin with that ignorant grin, crossin swords with their ego, slappin their foreskins.
Ignorant clans, fan the flames of man, the fuel of doubt is the easiest route, bitch praise the truth I tout.
Romancing infinity is the trinity of withdrawal, spitting on the name that enlightens us all—bubbling greed.
--BITCH tempts me like a sales pitch, what do I do, my heart bites off more than it can chew.
Expressing my thoughts unravel the knots, that pickle the brain, to silence the arcane. I resent this pain.

Refrain
Unravelling the knots, connecting the dots, through decay, evil plots, the decline of morality rots.
Unravelling the knots, connecting the dots, through decay, evil plots, the decline of morality rots.

You ain’t perfect, there’s evil in you, craving debauchery, crucified to a lucky horseshoe.
Prophets preach that crooked speech, medicinal leech, milking that gullible grief-nullable relief.
--GLORY…(silence) ain’t moral, you fragile spark, accolades expire, soul for hire.
Dancing fools, follow the beat, to a song that warns you, of the future you doomed to repeat.
Expressing my thoughts unravel the knots, dream…(silence) life is the ultimate scheme.

BEYOND THE BEAT - Transcript (LONG) Unravel the Knots

Hello. and welcome to Beyond the Beat with Sardonic Poet. This is, uh, my first episode of, uh, Beyond the Beat. Excuse me. It's gonna be kind of a long format thing. I don't want to be rushed. just want to... So I gotta say, then, uh, see where this goes. So, I... I guess, technically, now I'm a rapper, 'cause I made my first rap. And, uh, you know, it's like anything, a rap is a poem. Only there's a new element to it where there's a beat. I'm not gonna pretend to know what I'm talking about, 'cause this is new territory for me. But when it comes to writing, when it comes to writing poems, there's no one better. I'll see it. No one better. It was interesting when I was listening to the beat, the beat I found off of YouTube. Sorry, I should have, I should have this on the page. By the time you read this, or see this on my website, I will have added the name of the channel that I have in the video. In the rap video, I don't know if you call it a rap video, but this rap, and it's a video, so... say what you will. So, uh, Reyes, Reyes, something. Anyways, I'll put it in there. You know, like I said, this is all new to me. So the purpose of this format is that I'm going to break down. I'm gonna break down my poems, because... I always seem to make the assumption that... people are on the... are thinking what I'm thinking. Am I right, the way I write, to help... guarantee that there's no... there's no miscommunication, and I know that's impossible. But there might be that that might be the responsible for the appeal to my rhymes, my lyrics, my rap, whatever I want to call it. Um. My lyrics... don't... My lyrics don't, uh, distract you. They don't distract you. They, uh... You do the opposite of that. So... it might not be your cup of tea. My... my style of rapping, what I rap about. But I'm gonna keep doing it. This is my first rap, okay? And let me say this. Like, I used to really, like, rap when I was a kid, like, growing up in the '80s, especially the '90s. I really just, I really just love them. Like, it was really heartwarming, the type of rap that I loved, it was... It didn't... It wasn't... crossing lines or trying to divide people, or... it's just... there's a harmony coming together. Yeah, you know, that it was a spectrum of the time that was, like, the hardcore ones, where I talked about drugs and gang violence and stuff like that. And then there was the opposite end, where it was, like, really, really, really, really, really, um... Uh, like, marketed, the marketing machine, boy band type of thing. So I listened to, you know, I listened to all of it, really. Uh, I'm not trying to speak to any influence other than the beats that I got with Reyes, Reyes, Reyes Beats, I think that's what the name of the channel, Reyes Beats. Again, I'll put it, I'll put the source. By the time you see this, the source will be there, but Riaz beats. I got a terrible, terrible memory. And that's also, I want to say, that I have mad respect. People who can rap. Bad respect to perform rap. That's just a different stratosphere. I What I did was not in one take. I had to splice it together. Like, every one or two verses. At least the good ones, at this place them together. There's no, like, there's no point of trying. Yeah, I could get better at it, but I'm not a rapper. I'm a writer. Okay? I just want to say that... if I want to, this afternoon, one rap. Holy shit, man. These guys are really... These guys are really on a different level. So, I want to acknowledge... their talent, and perform it. Here's the thing. Growing up, when I listen to music, I never listen to the lyrics. Only listening to the music, the beat, the how the lyrics sounded, but that was, it was just, uh, it was almost, there was no distinguishing between lyrics and music. It was just sound. It was just... um... It was just... It was just one quality. There was no separating the two. So I just listened to everything, but I didn't decipher the lyrics. I didn't read them. It just, oh, it all sounded good together, and I listened to it. So, for the longest time, I never paid attention to what artists were trying to say, which, what messages they're trying to convey to their fans or whatever. It wasn't until, oh, God. I didn't know. Let's just say, later on in adulthood, when I started expanding my horizons of music, I started starting to pay attention to some of the stuff, like, Oh, man, all this time. All this time, listen, and the music, never listening to it. So, yeah, so then I expanded to, like, you know, different genres of music. And it got to the point where all they could fixate was on the lyrics, and I was just hunting, sniffing, for one little lazy run, and as soon as I hear it, I changed the channel. Can't tolerate, cannot. There's no excuse for a lazy rhyme. Even if it doesn't rhyme, or it's, like, kind of rhymes, or it's, like, just simplistic, or it's ignorant, or it's just... just a bad rhyme. I check out, and I can't listen to the song anymore. I can't do it as a writer, I can't do it. I scrutinized... other people's work, like I scrutinized mine. No mercy, relentless, merciless. So... I said that. Let's take a look. So, the point of this, is that I'm gonna, you listen, you fall along with the words, I just speak to them, and interpret my words, 'cause... I don't necessarily mean what I think, and what I write down, and to what I say, to what I read, the meaning can change, right? A lot of times, I don't even know what I'm writing down. I can't make sense of what I'm running, though. After the fact, psycho, is that what I meant? Holy shit, I wrote that? Is that how he meant? You know? So... if I had done this two hours ago, like I attended to do, we have a totally different interpretation. So, that's it, let's get started. So the name of the song is Unravel the Nuts. Okay? So let's start. Lyrical twang, nauseates those I bewitch. Hmm. Miracle Twang. So, for me, when I hear the lyrical twang, I think of country music. And I think it's a polarizing genre. You either love it or hate it. That's just my... just my view of it. Um, and I wanted to divide people on this. I want to separate. I want division, because vehicle Twang, it's my intent that people will think of country music. Twang, nauseates, immediately divides to the people who are offended, that people that I would assume, that I would, uh, I would say that country music is offensive, or is nauseating? And then the other side that agrees with me. Wait to there, you're dividing, I'm dividing the audience. That's my intent. divided the audience. To those, I bewitch, and I turn it back. And they both look at each other, bewitched, the word bewitched. Yeah, it nauseates you. The Uncle Twank dossiates toes that bewitch. I bewitch you, and it nauseates you. And I divide you. That's the nausea is the only thing that you have in common. But nausea is the only thing you two have in common. Otherwise, you are divided by your hatred for each other. You were bewitched by me. That's some of the only fucking, that's the first fucking verse. Want to keep going? Hey. Come and, uh, come and follow. My brain is renowned. Thoughts triggering your ego, bitch. My brain is renowned. One day will be, but in my head, it is renowned. Four, triggering thoughts. Within your ego, and you're a bitch. Here's the thing about ego. I don't know if what else can be said about it, but this is my take on ego. Uh... Reality sucks. Okay? Ego hates reality. Can't exercise, uh, fantasy through reality. You have to... you have to exercise your fantasy through delusion. How do you do that? You volunteer for delusion. Who's deluding you? Well, depends. Depends on, uh, what you want out of life. Depends who... claims to have what you want and what you need. And if you do what they say, they'll make your fantasy a reality. My brain was there when now, thoughts triggering your ego, bitch. I didn't ask for this shit. My awareness my awareness exploded. Ignorance had no place to sit. My sanity imploded. This is, I'm talking about psychosis. For those of you who don't know what psychosis is, it's you... You go beyond the bounds. You tickle the fringes of sanity. Beyond the bounds of dog documented comprehension, you are gone. Everything you do is perfect. Everything you do is amazing. Everything. You have the confidence of God. That's psychosis. I didn't ask for this shit. Who does? Who asked for brain damage, huh? I guess I did. My awareness... Sorry, a screensaver. My awareness exploded. Literally, exploded. Ignorance had no place to sit. Right? It's like, Hey, can I come sit with you guys? No. That's what happened. It goes, do, do, do, do. Hey, guys, can I come soon with you? No, there's no space. My sanity imploded. Like a souffle. Everything you know is just a dream, illusions, stitching doubt, to build up your esteem. I don't know if this makes sense. I'm sure I could make sense of it, but it just sounds good. Okay? When I wrote it, as far as I thought of it, it's like, this sounds good. Just go with it. So let's see if it makes sense. Everything you know is just a dream. Illusion, stitching, doubt, to build up your esteem. So if you're, if everything you know is a dream. Dream is an illusion. Illusion, stitching, illusion, stitching doubt. To build up your steam. Yeah, that's... I know if I could... I don't know if that makes sense, or I'm not smart enough to make sense of it. Especially when I'm trying to record myself. If I sat down and thought about it a little bit, I could figure it out, but this, well, maybe you'll be patient with me. Maybe I'll surprise you with my insight. Illusion stitching. Doubt. The doubt in... Everything you know is a dream. Everything you know is just a dream. Illusion stitching doubt. To build up your esteem. Illusions, stitching doubt to build up your esteem. Illusion stitchinged out. I don't know, man. That's that's a brain... You know what? I'm happy with it. I wouldn't change it. I just.. I just, I just like it. It raises the question of, what is trying to be said? Does it make sense? It's the act of thinking. I don't enough to warrant leaving this verse in, and I say, Yes, it is. Again, in time, I'll probably have an explanation. to make this work. Bitch, I don't care if you believe these words, especially my thoughts and level the knots. haven't you heard? It's true. I don't care. I'm not, I'm not a pastor, I'm not a teacher. I'm a false prophet, and I'm being honest with you about that. So there's nothing to gain spiritually. From me, even though that's what I preach, essentially. I don't care about you. I don't care about what you believe. I don't care if you like my work. All it cares is I make you think. I just got finished watching on YouTube, Black Friday sales, and the mob mentality, the people, the people that vote for our countries. care each other apart, just to get fucking $75 TV. At Walmart, whatever the fuck. These people do not think. They don't have to like what I do, they don't have to believe what I say. Okay, listen, it makes you think that's all I care. Expressing my thoughts and laugh the nots. That's what you're doing. The knots in your head, when you're expressing your thoughts, you're just taking your nails. I should, like, a shoelace, like a knot, a shoelace, just dig your nails into it, and you're working it slowly, surely, slowly, surely, especially your thoughts. Wells, the nuts. God, that's an illusion. I have to go back to this illusion, stitching. Stupid. Asian, stitching down to build up your steam. I got it. Everything you know is just a dream. Illusion stitching doubt. to put up your steam. The doubt is that, oh, my God. My reality is a dream. Reality sucks. I want my dream back. And I should stitching doubt. The doubt? The doubt... that... stitching the doubt that... No, you're not a... John. No. Come on, now. You're not a... you're not a loser. A no talent hack, loser piece of shit. Terrible husband, terrible father, terrible son, terrible brother, terrible friend, piece of shit, loser. No, that's not reality. I'm just gonna illusion. don't worry, illusion is stitching doubt to build up your esteem, and then you realize, Oh, everything I know is just a dream. No, no. Reality, yeah, reality. This is reality. Reality. By TV, boy, TV. You people make me sick. We're afraid. Unravelling the knots, connecting the dots through decay. Evil plots that decline the morality rots. I just hope, I hope, I'll have to check this in my shrimp still recording. Okay. I'm unravelling the knots. We've established that connecting the dots, straightforward, through decay, through decay, evil plots. Through decay evil plots, the decline of morality rots. So the thing about this, the end of it, the client, the client of morality, rots. You have to kind of pivot. You have to torque your brain to switch from one sentence to the next. Or the whole sense, the sense you went prior to that, changes to meet something else. It's not so much connected. It's meant to pivot. So you can say that the client morality. Evil plots, the decliner of rowdy. Rots. Now, for lots, the one, two, three, four words previous to that, now shift. So you have to almost remember, so you have to keep in memory. The decline of morality, because once you say rots, there's, like, a backlash of activity in your brain. This is, oh, knife, or beat this all together. to move forward in the sense. That's why I like it. Makes you think. Okay. Next verse, whatever. Idiots be laughing with their ignorant grin, crossing swords with their ego slapping the force kids. Now, this one's a little more bravado, so I like this one. It's kind of more what would be what you would expect in a... in a... in, like, a typical rap. So idiots be laughing with their ignorant grin. Okay, that's straightforward. Crossing swords, it's not, I don't know if... I'm pretty sure I have this right. But, uh, if you look at probably, like, the... the urban dictionary, and you put it in crossing sores, you find it's a term used for when guys... accidentally, like, a threesome or something, they... their penises touch together. It's called crossing swords. So idiots laughing with their ego, laughing with their ignorant grit, they're crossing swords with their ego. Not with each other, with their ego, slapping the foreskins. Get it? It is be laughing with their ignorant grin, 'cause they're crossing swords with their ego, slap in the foreskins. You see people laughing, ignorant grin, just love, love to be ignorant. Didn't even understand how much they love being ignorant. And laughing, crossing swords with their ego. That's where that's a sweet spot for ego. Life is a dream, motherfucker. Your life's a dream. Shh. Don't tell anyone. Ignorant clans fan the flames of man. The fuel looked out is the easiest route. Pitch praise the truth, I tell. Again, this is, like, kind of a bravado thing, so I like it. Again, more typical of a traditional rap, I guess. Ignorant plans, so groups, people, whatever. Then the flames of band. So, I want to say, this is, like, industry. The, um, industry that is not... does not reciprocate, is not... is not sustainable. Fan the flames of man, unsustainable industry, ignorant class of each... You could be, what's, uh, football? Good Patriots. Patriot fans, ignorant clans, fan the flames of man. It's sports. So it's hard to, I don't want to pick up sports, but let's use the election. Ignorant clans, there's at least two of them. The fans, the flames of man. Context, it's unsustainable. And the flames are made. The fuel of doubt is the easiest route. The easiest thing to do is dealt. So fucking easy to doubt yourself. Why? Distraction. As long as you distract yourself. Doubt is just easy as fuck. I not gonna get into it, because you're not here for that. Yeah? This is my time. I don't want to be talking about that. So it's the easiest road. You know, this doesn't need explanation. It's very easy to doubt yourself, to doubt others. It's an easy road. Bitch, praise the truth, I tell. I just really enjoy that rhyme. It's straightforward. Praise the truth, I tell. I'm telling you, man, if anyone's out there, that, there's, like, a good, like, a rapper, like, a good rapper. And you want to work together with me? Email me at john.t u c c i t 0 at sardonicpoet.com. And, uh, let's talk. I think I can write... write songs or raps, but I'm not a rapper. I did my best. I was like, Man, I got more. I got more raps than me. I already have an idea for another one. It's gonna really fucking stink. Oh, man, it's gonna fucking sting. I can't wait. Can't fucking wait. I need some of the rabbit for me. I need someone to... I need... I need talent. I need a talent, someone is talented at performing rap, who can memorize the rap, who can be the rap, could be the lyrics. Can identify the lyrics. I want a partner. Looking for a partner. I already have a few partners. that I work with, I want another partner, and a rapper. Let's go somewhere with this. Romancing infinity is the trinity of withdrawal, spitting on the name that lights and lights us all. bubbling green, bitch. I'll stop it there. Romancing infinity is the trinity of withdrawal. This... this is gonna take... I can... I know how to describe it. I just say, for you guys, I don't know if you're gonna get it, but whatever. I'll just fucking say it. Okay. Earth? Earth is whole. Earth is the finish line. Okay? If the universe is a race, Earth is the finish line. Okay? The fire reaches of space is the start line. Okay. Where are we all now? Are we on Earth or in space? On Earth, on the finish line. So we're on the finish line, and I say, OK, I get my starter's pistol, and I go, pop. And half of you just start running off into outer space, into the far reaches of space, and you'll spend the rest of your life. The rest of your fucking life. devoting yourself to running towards the start line. And let's say you get to the start lines. I made it. I made it, I won. And then I'll be there standing there. I'm like, Uh, this is the start line. You need to run back to the finish line. And then they'll probably be dead at that point. You'll probably be dead and realize, Oh, I was on the finish line. All I had to do was just stand, and I would have won. I would have completed the risk. But no, I, I, I ran off chasing Infinity, the romance of Infinity. is the trinity of withdrawal. You were withdrawing from your home. into possibilities unknown. Why? I ain't got the fucking... I hope you, like, reading books, 'cause I got four of them. in the mythology of the Muse. You know? That's if you... like to read, but eventually, I'll have all the books digitally on the site, and there'll be... I have a friend who does... He's a voice actor. So he'll, he'll do all the books, so if you well listen to them, that's an option. Listen, follow up. Okay, so, getting back to this, remains infinity, the training of draw, spinning on the name that enlightens us all. God. Okay? I don't give a shit. You don't like, you don't like the sound of that fuck off. Okay? It's true. I'm sorry for you. It's true. Spitting on the name that aligns us all, public green bitch, blah, blah, blah. God is formed. Running away from your home. How to go, you're spitting on the name that it linked us all. Whether you realize it or not, whether you wanna admit it or not. Hey, it's, uh... It's... Uh, it's, what's the word? It plausible. It's plausible. that what I'm saying is true. It fits. Now, I don't claim to be correct. I claim to be interesting. And when my interests kind of connect the dots and... What the other one? Unravel the nonce? See, I can't even fucking... my own song. can't even remember. Okay? That's all I'm saying. Bubbling greed is... spending on the name that lends us all bubbling greed, or is it public greed? Is greed and likeness? That's another way to poison it. Fucking... I have to remember to change the screensaver. Bitch, testing, like, a sales pitch, like that one. What do I do? My heart bites off more than I can chew. Anyone can relieve with that lyric. My heart bites off more than I can chew. So you're in a position where you're being pitched to... What do I do, my heart bites off more than I can chew? Contract. Contract with who? Yes. Your heart bites more than you can chew. Greed. It is greed. Forget what I said about God. Spitting on the name that aligns us all, bubbling green, but he tempts me like a sales pitch. What do I do? heart bites out more than I can chew. Greed. That enlightens you, greed. Expressing my thoughts about all the nuts that pickle the brain to silence the arcane, I resent this pain. So, pickling the brain is, kind of, want to say, like, you're numbing it, pickling the brain, to silence the arcade. Oh, shit, I gotta... I don't... want... look at the definition for it. Understood by few, mysterious or secret. Silence the arcade. I resent this pain, and that's ultimately why we hate God, 'cause we resent pain. It goes further than that, but that's for another discussion, but possibly, you resent pain. We all resent pain. Well, I guess we gave it to us. This testimony, this is what rappers do. They speak testimony, on stage. But it's got to be marketable, right? It's got to be marketable, so they got to hide the fact that what they're really talking about. I guess the few that bother to understand the lyrics, who can relate to the lyrics, well, no. Maybe in interviews, maybe in books, maybe in... I don't know. Radio talk shows, whatever. There'd be some sort of insight into the mind of the person that you're trying to unravel. You ain't perfect. There's evil in you. craving debauchery, crucified by a lucky horseshoe. You're not perfect. Everyone can agree that... I don't want to... If anyone... near me thinks they're perfect, I don't want to be anywhere near them. That person is... I am not insane. People who think they're perfect are fucking... should be committed. That's all. That's a fucking still, I think, those people are ill. There's evil in you. There's evil. That why we're not perfect. What do you think we're not perfect? There's evil in you. Putrid satanic evil is in all of us, in all of us. So we're not perfect. It's accountable. It's not marketable, but that's what it is. That's what it is. You're craving debauchery, that little piece of shit inside you is craving debauchery. She's tempting you. Do it. Do it. Do it. Crucified to a lucky horseshoe, so let's... I'm proud of this one. So crucified. Okay? Let's just say that's bad. Horseshoe, well, when you think of horseshoe, lucky horseshoe, it's like, oh, you know, I was like, I'm lucky. You must go look, you must have horseshoe up your ass. You ever heard that one? What if you're crucified to a lucky horse shooting? Remember what I said before about idiots be laughing with that ignorant grin? It's 'cause they're crucified to a lucky horseshoe. Right? It's psychosis. It's psychosis. Where is it? I didn't ask for this shit when my awareness exploded. Igners had no place to set my sanity imploded. Because you're crucified. Everything you do is perfect. Everything you do is perfect. You know, crucified to a lucky horseshoe. Everything you do is perfect. Prophets preach that crooked speech, but this is a leech, milking that gullible grief, mellible relief. I'm gonna look this up. What is Noel for me? Okay. Prophets preach that crooked speech. Fuck, I was watching. I think I did search on YouTube for possessed creatures. And while I don't think they were, like, what you would expect, holy shit, man, I don't know what these people are thinking. They must really be possessed, because it is just shocking. The lengths people will go to to just avoid doing work. To cultivate a flock. It's, uh, it's chilling. I hope I never fall down and go down that path. This is why I'm very transparent. I am a false prophet. Do not believe... in my, uh, in my faith, let's say, do not believe in my, uh... I psychology, but... Sorry, I told you, this was by me. I have to work my fucking brain. That doesn't work. Uh, philosophy. It's there to make you think. But if you latch onto me and you start believing in me, I'm a false prophet. Guess we're false prophets lead you. Yeah? This is just a frequency I have to occupy, to reach people like you, to say, Hey, I gotta start thinking about what I'm doing. And then maybe I should find someone who really... can really help me. It's probably not me. Okay? Talk to your dad, go to poke a pastor, go to a rabbi, I don't know. Right? Just... find people who are burned, who, um... have wisdom. I find people have wisdom, and just keep going, and ultimately, it's your choice in the end, so you gotta, you really gotta, you gotta a lot of thinking ahead of you. So, medicinal leech, whoa, medicinal leech. I love that one. That's what these, these pastors are, that rob people of their earnings, up their, up their souls. The medicinal leeches, that could be people on Instagram, fucking chicks on Instagram. They're medicinal leeches on only fans, medicinal beaches. Medicinal. What if pornography is medicinal? I don't know. Milking the gullible grief, milking the gullible grief, just like the people that should have seen these people. Just type in, into YouTube, possessed preachers. Nothing crazy scary, but it's just, it's just ridiculous. These people... What, that they just... They're just gullible. Milking that gullible grief, they're coming to a place of worship to... to... to believe in, um... a person who has connected the gods, so they believe that gullible grief, nullible relief, so nullible, means... Where is it? I have a note, a note. That's not. It can have no value, that's not required. So, basically, it's like nothing. No relief. gullible grief, no belief. Of course, I could have said no relief, but that's not poetic for me. Nullible relief. You might as well buy a dictionary. Or go to dictionary.com, or just whatever it is, you use to look up stuff. You're gonna need it for listening and reading my, reading my shit. That's just, that's just how it works. Glory ain't moral. You fragile spark accolades, expires, sofa higher. So glory is not moral. Right? Glory is that moral. It's not moral. Just because you win a crowd, you have a career. It's not moral. necessarily, right? Bad people can achieve glory all day, every day. It's not moral. I think that I see this most with liberals. Young liberals. You see it, and you see it just glow, the glow, this... This ignorance, this euphoric ignorance, that... Given that their position in life, their age, and their lack of wisdom, they're automatically associated with glory. Guess what? It ain't ball, bitch. It ain't moral. You're just a fragile spark. Those accolades eventually expire, and you become a soul for hire. What happens when you go to work, you sign a contract, sell for hire? You should work a shit job for the rest of your life. Oh, you get psychosis, then you get brain damage. Then I are not mad. Now you're on sick leave, for God knows how long. I don't know how I'm trying to find employment doing what I'm doing. But, uh, that's probably not possible, because I subscribed to reality. Holy fuck, does it suck, man? I just, I'm hoping for a Hail Mary pass, and I can somehow pay off my house, my mortgage, my dad, you know, retirement, you know, all that. I just... I just... I think about it every day. I can't tell you enough where I delude myself. I volunteer for this delusion, and the hope that... sane will make it a reality. And he's done that the whole way. You think we think rights this shit? It's just a delusion. But I've... I've seen enough of him to know that... I understand the mechanism. Not so far I've gone. I understand the mechanism. That is... is his magic. Again, you'll have to... you'll have to look in my site for the answer for that answer. Just move on. Dancing fools follow the beat to a song that warns you of the future. You're doomed to... you're doomed to repeat good. You're mocking you. So I don't give a shit about you. Make no mistake. I don't give a shit about you. You're idiots. You're just dancing fools that follow the beat to a song that warns you of the future you're doomed to repeat. You're idiots. Fuck you. I hope I never lose sight of the fact that. I will only ever be a false prophet, and I will always remind myself, and you, uh... If I have to be on disability leave for the rest of my life, I'm gonna provide a service. I don't know who I'm serving, but I'm putting it out there. I just feel like I have a purpose in life, and I gotta do it. It's the only thing that keeps me safe. Expressing my thoughts, unravel the nots, dream. Life is the ultimate scheme. Oh, skiing. Think all the way, just like I went, I went all the way. Too far, I went all the way, and I came back. I left my home. And I arrived at the start line, only to realize, Oh, I should have just stayed where I was. Yeah, to climb on, I think, all the way back home. Now I'm telling you, stay home. God is your home.

This is my follow-up song 'Brother be Gone.' (2021) It's about assigning friends as brothers. I like the lyrics but I'm not a rapper.

LYRICS

"Brother be Gone" by Sardonic Poet

Mobb Deep Dark Type Beat - Alleyway | Dark Boom Bap Type Instrumental | Big L x Wu-Tang Clan by Raias Beats

Brothers a number, a rudder, to navigate this trait, yearnings belong to no other.
I confide my soul to that makes me whole, his compassion is on parole, heart made of rented coal.
Blood is thicker than piss, interchangeable abyss, extinguishes the flame with a sizzling hiss.
Burnin ash dwindles, the flame of worth, the hope of our reunion rekindles.

Refrain
Phantom pain rinse the bane, brother be gone, the line is drawn. I’m not your pawn. Is stealing theft if the gullible give, phantom pain is foolish terrain. Phantom pain is foolish terrain. Phantom pain is foolish terrain. Phantom pain is foolish terrain. Phantom pain…Phantom pain.

Pissin blood on dying ash, make my teeth grind, what did I say, what sin made me blind?
Hath not conscience guide morality, to honor bonds that swallows ponds.
Cherishing an ideal is not sustainable, that phantom pain is not explainable.
There is no guide to operate your pride, cut’em loose, like leaving behind your bride, change the tide.

Refrain
Phantom pain rinse the bane, brother be gone, the line is drawn. I’m not your pawn. Is stealing theft if the gullible give, phantom pain is foolish terrain. Phantom pain is foolish terrain. Phantom pain is foolish terrain. Phantom pain is foolish. Phantom pain…Phantom pain.

Bitch stand on yo own feet, we ain’t married, I’m not you bride, pride should be carried.
Phantom pain is on you, I can’t fix it, I got it to, you didn’t have the IQ, so I withdrew.
In review…be a man, deal with your shit, the yarn of wisdom is made to fit.
You are my pain, because I’m not your cane…brother YOU be gone because I’m not your cane.

Refrain
Phantom pain loves to complain, brother I’m gone, pick yo shit up off my lawn. Is stealing theft if the gullible give, phantom pain is foolish terrain. You my pain cause I’m not your cane. I’m not your cane. I’m not your cane. Not yo cane…Not yo cane.

BEYOND THE BEAT - Transcript (LONG) Brother be Gone

Hello? My name is Sardonic Poet. And you are listening to Beyond the Beat. Here, I break down my my lyrics. So you can understand what I'm trying to say. I think I make the mistake. I'm assuming that... I can write lyrics in such a way that they cannot be misinterpreted. And I'm disappointed with the result every time. But I try, and that's what I think gets me the interesting responses that I do. Because I'm digging so deep, not to say that that's something that's commendable. A deep thinker is not commendable. Okay? Because it's not exactly... it's not a charitable enterprise, let's say. It's... it's self serving, and... it's... it's... a defeatist exercise. Because only I understand truly what I'm trying to say. I'm just trying to make this as interesting as possible. or you might tune in and think, Okay, what the fuck is this guy talking about? I just want to remind everyone that I am a white person. White, male. Wait, straight bail. I married. I have two kids, okay? My descent is Italian, but it was born in Canada. Okay? I don't know what that means to you, but to me, it means I can't rap. That's what it means to me. It's the truth. I can't rap. I could get better at it, but I'd rather just try and find someone that can rap really well and... who is compatible with my lyrics. So this endeavour is to pursue... A talent. A unique talent. And... join me to my team of talented people to try and create something special. So, this, this wrap is a very deep wrap for me, because throughout my life, I've known, I've adopted friends as brothers, because... At least not me, the friendship. That I invested in ran deeper than I think.. I think genetics, it ran deeper than genetics. It was... clearly, we have a bond. It was bond, and it's just a question of who's more invested in this? You or him? 12, 12... The men out there, the young men, the old men, the boys. who don't have a big brother. This is your phantom pain. A phantom pain is a term used for people who lose a limb, so they may lose an arm in an accident, for instance, or a leg. And when... and when... you know, when the surgeries are over, I don't know if it happens every time, but let's just say sometimes people will report saying, I feel like I can feel my arm, even though it's not there. So, that's called phantom pain. The thing about Big Brothers is that you're born with phantom pain. Because if you don't have a big brother... the desire to lean on a big brother, like a cane, you know, a call from the, from the, from the rock. A big brother is your king. You mean on it. Right? But your big brother... has phantom pain as well. He's your big brother, but where's his big brother? Doesn't have one. Maybe he's tired of being your cape. Maybe it's sort of that you would be a man. You can't be your king. Stand on your own. I guess in the end of the day, that's what a big brother's supposed to do, is you gotta stand on your own now. Okay? I love you. But this is for real good. Brother, be gone. So when I wrote this poem, it was about... the anger. I wrote down on a piece of paper all the friends I had throughout my life, who I had considered to be a brother. And they betrayed me. And I hadn't forgiven it. You know, it's like it keeps, it's like a theme that keeps cropping up in my life. And... you know, some, some quote unquote brothers can, you can just divorce entirely, you never see them again. Right? And they're not in your life, reminding you of how you disappoint them. Oh, you were disappointed by them. Your expectations are off the charts. It's ideal. A big brother is, is, you know, holding someone to an ideal, it's impossible. Okay? Most of the time, they're probably not even aware of how severe. The idolatry is... because they're... They are King. I think as you get older and older, how much more you lean on that chain. Right? You depend on the king. And before you know it, you keep the cane from out underneath you, you drop. You don't want to depend on the key, you don't have to. Right? You're gonna be dependent. on the game. You don't have to. She doesn't happen to that big brother. Maybe he's got to leave the country. Maybe he dies. You don't have your cane anymore. Where does that leave you? Alicia. On the pavement. So... This is dedicated. to the... many words. I won't mention their names. The four... the four friends of my life, which... work out of my life. They're out of my life. This rap is for you. Okay? This rap is for you. We're gonna start now. Brothers, brothers a number, a rudder to navigate this trait. Yearnings belong to no other. So, brothers are number, I want to intentionally downplay... The... significance of a brother to shed light on that, in the same way you might fantasize about... a significant someone that you were trying to do. You put them on a pedestal that's, they, they, an ideal, right? So, 'cause what's he saying, man? just a number. You're just a number, you're just a number. Brothers are a number. You understand? Brothers come and go. all the time. Nothing special about him. It's a sea full of brothers. out there. That cat make an impact on your life. Just so you know, if they leave, there's always another brother. It's just a number. So, brother be gone, the oops, is all right. Out of water. So think about this. What does a runner do? And, uh, it directs and steers. So, brothers are rudder. You mean on your brother, for advice, hey, I'm dating this girl. You know, things have been okay. She doesn't... doesn't answer my phone calls or my texts. And, you know, I feel she feels distant. Like, you know, you go like your bigger brother who's been there. So he stares you in the right direction by the rudder. Now, this, to navigate this trait, during this belong to no other. Vienna. It's almost like you idolize... a big brother. It's that phantom pain. Right? It's a phantom pain in you. That's in all of us. I think a big brother's supposed to pick up on the... on the... The desire to... to achieve something great. And Big Brothers was to pick up on that. Yeah, he's supposed to guide you with a rudder. You want that? Okay. Well, from my perspective, you're not gonna do it. And here's why you have to do this, you need to do that. You have to stop doing this, break up with her. Read this book. Take this course. Affirmation. And if it doesn't give that affirmation, phantom pain, phantom pain. Brothers in number, whatever, to navigate this train, yearnings belong to no other, yearnings belong to no other. It's a motherfucker. You know, when you look up to someone like a big brother, they control you. They're... they're... they're self awareness. which their approval can steer you. And if they're a good big brother, they're in the right direction, they're a bad big brother. They know all about phantom pain. They know all about it. I could find my soul to make... to that makes me whole. His compassion is on parole. heart made of rented coal. So I've confided deep things, deep dirt things, to to friends that I consider brothers. And they're understanding. They reciprocated with understanding, and they don't make me old. I'm full of almost. We all are. His compassion is on parole, so he's abused it, or he doesn't know how to use it. So, parole. Part made of rented, coal. Can you rent, uh, uh, what's it called, a perishable resource? Can you rent a perishable resource? Well, that's what you're, that's what, that's what it's like, that phantom pain. It's like, here. Here, let me warm my hands, my cold hands, over your heart. Amen. It's rented cold. You don't have to pay. That's one time use. You have to pay, and it's one time use. And it never comes back. What that means, I don't know. She's trying to be poetic. Blood is thicker than this. Interchangeable abyss. Extinguishes the flame with a sizzling hiss. Blood is thicker than piss. Well, it's a playoff of blood is thicker than water. Interchangeable abyss. So whatever lens you have on that... database. So interchangeable. Whatever you, whatever you use to put out the fire, whether you, you slit your wrists and pour blood on the fire, drizzle blood or piss on the fire, set the changeable, and then the changeable abyss. Put out that fire, you grow cold. When I put it out, When I put out the fire, extinguishing the flame with a sizzling hiss. to make a point. The sizzling gas, the sizzling gas. Your attention is not, not on the fire. It's the sound of the fire being extinguished on purpose. A point is made made. Blood is thicker than piss. Right. Burning ash dwindles, the flame of worth, the hope of our reunion rekindles. So learning ash, with those, the flame of worth, the hope of our reunion rekindles. So there's this uproar within you. The denial, this uproar of denial, is saying that... There will be, there will be a reunion. Our, our connection will be rekindled. And then we get to the refrain. Phantom pain, rinse the bait, rather be gone. The line is drawn, and not your pond. He's stealing theft, if the gullible give, phantom pain is foolish to rain. Phantom pain is foolish to reign. Phantom pain is foolish to ring. Phantom pain, rinsed the bait. And I have to... I forgot what they meant. Because of great distress or annoyance. Okay. Rinse the pain. Brother be gone, the line is drawn. I'm not your pawn. He's stealing the theft of the bill that give, fantomade, is foolish to reign. Mine is being drawn. Yearning belongs to no other. Brothers in number. Unings belong to no other. The Phantom Maine, but I keep trying to describe. Rather be gone. The line is drawn. It is the thing, as you find out later on the poem. Both, both, are sane, brother be gone. It's just, you're on my side of the discussion, where you're empathizing, 'cause you're in a situation where you looked up to someone as a brother or a big brother, and they cut ties, or they betrayed you in a way that was unforgivable. You're saying, Brother, be gone. Well, I have a surprise for you later on. I'm not your pawn, so look, they're both facing each other, and they're same exact same, they're framed to each other in the same way. So imagine both of them pace each other, phantom pain, rinse the pain, brotherly God, the line is drawn. I'm not your pawn. stealing theft, if a gullible gift, fair to pain is foolish to rain. is stealing theft of the Gulp will give. That's from my, one of my books, I can't remember. I think it's from the fourth book. It was the one that didn't get published. But I'm still worth checking out, but please, read all the books in order. I insist, trigger, for your own good. You're stealing theft of the global gift. I could be stealing if you're giving this to me. You're good. Still in tough of the gold we have, stealing theft, if the gold will give, the gold will give. And here, it's that the currency is phantom pain, it's stealing, it's stealing, phantom pain, theft, and the gullible give phantom pain. Thank you for to think of it like that. You're gonna give it to me. Maybe you deserve. what you're gonna get. You shouldn't be so gullible. These are giving it to me. Not someone else. And I think someone in that situation wants to channel wants to channel. gullibility, so that they, oh, shit, I don't think getting too close to the mic. Sorry. That big profit. Because they could always say, Hey. They can... What's the word? Kind of like... We didn't make this exclusive. Like that kind of bullshit. We didn't make this exclusive. I see who I want to see. Someone come up to me, and, uh, pursue them. We didn't make this exclusive. What the fuck? Is that type of situation? People who know how to pray when you're going, go, go. It's unfortunate, but big brothers do this. Okay, let's move on. Pissing blood on dying ash. Make my teeth bride. What did I say? What said made me blind? So here it's, you know, for years, the fucking disbelief... I just... Where, where... I've been cut off. I don't know what the fuck I did. Yeah, just racking my brain. What the fuck? What the fuck did I do? What the fuck did I do? Are you trying to reach out? Don't respond. Smith, give me some fucking, give me an idea. What, what happened? Nothing. Oh, shit. So... I mean... I... I kind of figured out what I could have done, but... you know, just sleep at that. Hath not conscience, guide morality, to honour bonds that swallow pots. Hath not conscience, guide morality, doesn't your conscience guide rowdy? What does grow, you got your conscience, duh. To honour bonds that swallow ponds. That's interesting. Why would you see that? Would it be? If I walked up next to you, and you were feeding ducks in the pond, and I told you, I could swallow the sword, and as well as for a pond right now, and I was like, get the fuck out of here. And I get down on my knees, and I press my, I kiss the surface of the prawn that... I suck it all up in, like, a second. And while the ducks are down, they muck in the bottom of the pond. Would you not agree that that's impressive? To honour bonds, that swallow ponds. It's impressive. The bond we have is impressive. Cherishing an ideal is not sustainable. The phantom pain is not explainable. There is no guide to operate your pride, cut him loose like leaving behind your bride, change the tide. There's no guide to this. There is... There's best guesses, you know? There is lucky, there's luck. Best guesses and look. has been, for me, what I can only describe is... how I've documented up until this point. An ideal that I can never live up to. At least I could document that, right? I can't be it, I can't live it. I can't experience it, but I will document them. Cut him loose, like leave him behind your bride, and change the tide. You gotta change the tide. You gotta leave the bride, man. Kind of like a marriage. I mean, a brother is, like, a... they get married to each other. You know, it's dysfunctional. You get to that point... you achieve the tide. I don't know for how long it's up to you. I'm bipolar, so it's all or nothing. So now we're gonna skip the refrain, and we're gonna get into the book. The next chunk. Bitch, stand on your two feet. We ain't married. I'm not your bride. Pride should be carried. When I thought of this, that's a good one, John. Pride should be carried. Right? Whether it's above your head, or... below your knees, and your hunched over, should always be carried. Regardless, regardless of your posture, pride should always be carried. Don't toss it to the ground. Your brother's not your bride. Chance of pain is on you. I can't fix it. I got it, too. You didn't have the IQ, so I withdrew. So? Like I said, everyone's got a phantom pain, especially boys, teenagers, young adults, whatever, adults, old, old men, grandfathers, whatever. Can't fix it. We're all sort of broken in that way. So we have something in common, but it reminds me of the previous track number one, where it's, I, uh, hold on, let me scroll up here. Miracle Twain, thus each, those have been witch. So it's, it's something that, I mean, my tent is to be divisive, divide, divide the crowd. and unite them through nausea. And that nausea is, is evidence to the fact they're bewitched by me. And they don't know how to put the blame at. Well, I guess they can point on both of me. Is that what happens? I'm an enemy. Your enemy is my enemy. I want to be your enemy. I don't know why I want to be your enemy so bad. 'Cause at least you'll listen to me. You didn't have the IQQ, so it was true. So maybe... you're being hard headed. It's just, you couldn't... couldn't get through to you. I was like, fuck it, I can't take this. I changed the tide. Time to change the tide. Oh, gone. In review, be a man, deal with your shit, a yard of wisdom is made to fit. You are my pain because I'm not your king. Brother, you be gone, because I'm not your Kate, and this is for such a flip to the other side of the equation, where it's like... You're being a bitch. Okay? You mean a bitch, being mad, not your cane, okay? I'm not your cane. Grow up. You try and lean on me and constantly pain. Shantom pain, loves to complain. Brother, I'm gone, take your shit off my lawn. He stealing death that the God will give phantom pain is foolish terrain. You want pain 'cause I'm not your pain. I'm not your cane, I'm not your cane, not your cane, not your cane. It's like a... I don't know if it's... think if it is that... time has withered the cane away, so if you lean on it, it's just gonna snap anyways. I'm not cocaine anymore. You can think of it from that standpoint. It's like, I'm incapable, mentally, physically, and spiritually, being your kid. You lean on me, you're gonna fall and hit the pavement. You know, break me in the process. I don't want to be broken. But, you know, broken enough as it is, okay? I not your kid. Stand up on your own goddamn two feet. Smart enough.

Working Class (Scottish Shanty) 2022

Voice acting by 'James McCreadie'

Freedom falls with the rise of fear, narratives debunking what patriots’ cheer.

Trewth has died, so raise your glass, the war is won, starvation en masse.

On the back of the wor-king class. The back of the wor-king class. The back of the wor-king class.

Wealthy few, whisper a clue, to do as they say, to beat China’s flu.

Feckless-dung, sparkling-cinder, unlikeliest messiah, preaching God’s Good is Tinder.

Trewth has died, so raise your glass, the war is won, on

On the back of the work-ing class. The back of the work-ing class. The back of the work-ing class.

Baby’s-meat, scraped from my cleat, boil the car-cass, fah-thers must eat.

Fah-thers fail, families for sale, fah-thers starving, hunger’s betrayal.

Fah-ther, fah-ther, what shall I brew, pickled liver, or baby heart stew?

Fat and fed, anguish has fled, generous father, fill my mouth with his bread.

Trewth has died, the war is won, jump out of your seat.

The elite eating baby meat, elite eating baby meat, elite eating baby meat.

Shanty date creation proof: Feb 4th 2022

Church Metal

TRACK 1

June 23rd, 2025

TRACK 2

July 10th, 2025

'Untitled' by John Ralph Tuccitto

A piercing gaze, supplies daydreams for days, whale songs swoon, like the heart delivers praise. Time is naughty, with the contact we desire, to cease the yearnings, that cause good will to expire. Crank your neck, dart your eyes, escape the delusions, crying sweet little lies. What I think, is not mutually shared, lost in nostalgia, where youth’s logic is impaired. Learn from leers, the code of peers, appeal discriminates, beyond its years. Guts wrench, the contents that brew stench, if only I had the charisma to bed that wench. I live for perversion, to stoke my loins, overlooking flaws, showered by gold coins. Worth is a jig, to crack a smile, mirroring attraction, sparking beguile. Hold the line, spew your desire, pupil’s throats coughing an invisible fire.

Girlfriend Eyes

May 6th, 2026

Emotions wrestle with the body to comply, ticks, and smiles signal belief in speech
that compliments before confidence can cry.

Sweet sight provokes the rhythm of blood flushing my cheeks the universal speech I
can’t explain what hearts can preach.

Mid-life crisis threatening my peace, fathers lose sight of their duties thrilled by a
snack, begging to be filled not a knife in their wive’s back.

Smiles beguile; the marathon of moods, ends when judges disparage the sins that
threaten my marriage, why do ladies smile at me, am I a patron or pappi? Life is
cruel to men that age like wine, sipping smiles drooling tears, viral wisdom
smooching sanguine leers.