Inkwizitive

Inkwizitive

 Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, USA
BandHip HopAlternative

Inkwizitive invites you to love hip-hop again. Melting intelligent vocals into acoustic melodies will satisfy any listeners hunger for something new. Songs aimed to captivate and activate imaginations across the world.

Biography

Inkwizitive is lyrics, beats, guitars and passion wrapped up in a different package.

Let the music tell the story and you decide.

Thanks for your attention span.

Lyrics

An Intro to an Ink Wiz

Written By: Inkwizitive (J. Reale)

this is...an intro to an ink wiz...WHO DO YOU THINK HE IS?...
a grown up kid or a man to old for the music biz...
well...your opinions amount to niether...
he's a feet to the street truth seeker who JUMPS out your speakers...
get your heat-seekers, who's hot and who's not...
is decided by whose crew's locked in my parking spot...
this is spock...point your ears towards the enterprise...
several guys with more years fail to conceptualize...
exceptional eyes are behind my scarred vision...
i'm on a mission to listen while your crews wishin' for an intermission...
scared and twitchin'...barely paying attention...
much less my whole rent went spent on my intervention...
friends will listen when I find someone to trust...
lust so much for life get the knife so my bubble will bust...
I shuttled this bus from PA to CA so people can me play
in LA with no delay...so please stay tuned before im consumed...
in a blaze of glory only if this story makes the news...
I'm taking these fools and making them drool...
breaking told rules of the old school to catch a cold groove...
so, when do I proove, what do I have to lose...to start
a love for an illegal buzz and a hate for booze...
so you you can take my my blues and color them what you like...
try as I might to live in the light still I hid-in the hidden night...
and if I did it right your sight'll see a soul rising...
no suprises to come...well you'd be dumb and i'd be lyin'...
what I'm implying is simple for some to grasp...the others
better take your seat and press repeat...shhhhhh you're in class...
you're in class with an ink wiz who thinks fast...
blink last at least my beasts shrink at half mass(mast)...
meaning midnight...eyes bleeding with insight...
inside where my sins right the wrongs my pens fight...
and so I just might put quills in my arms...
so every page can feel the rage from the wizard of ink's palms...
so think bombs in big blobs of blue or black...
to get the white-out...i've tried about everything but using crack...
I'm moving back to M.J. but I won't spend a DIME...
on God and this fasad cause it's a heaven-CENT waste of time...
taste the divine...i'm turning water to wine...
they're all optical illusions created by the way my sun shines...
but sometimes I wish I had waht was missing...
the courage to make a decision instead of a waste placed in submission...
so, face the wizard...i'm here and then I'm gone...
but I tell my story on your auditory so it lasts longs...
this ain't my last song...hopefully you'll notice the...
individual with a literal sense of visual poetry...
oh, you'll know it's me when i speak and hearts stop...
you'll see the light for three minutes then you'll hear a hard drop...
the hard is my words and the drop is your knowledge...
I qualified for rapping after just two years of college...
appalled kids?...I'll finish when I feel it...
I'm up for a CHANGE for my money to touce the ceiling...
aww, I'm not revealing nothing new...
I'm broker than a bum with one tooth and I got more bills than him too...
and he's got more pills than I do, sorry just to spite you...
I like to spend my dough on flowing haikus...
I might lose but the wars not over...cause stopping me from blowing
like throwing your coat over a supernova...

©2006. All Rights Reserved.

Acoustic Joe

Written By: Inkwizitive (J.Reale)

arsonists completly combust when lists burn wrists to rust...
ridden hearts driven when collisions burn visions to dust...
smitten with lust the crust cracks under tremendous weight...
hens can wait to crush back traits with my empty plate...
I'm tempting fate taking one more breath...
colliding with time in seconds to speak in lessons with more depth...
ignore concepts from masters of lyrically inept...
apparently they've wept themselves wet and they appear to be unprepped...
the sun sets on their last days the blast phase was too intense...
when smashing the glass vase the cracks baked and then glued their prints...
in an everlasting effagy...casting spells my specialty...
magic wreaking havoc on mother nature's brand of pedigrees...
humans please...we're the disease of a flawless system...
imparted with lawless wisdom, still bleeding our thoughts with pistols...
i'll can't say that i miss those elements from high intelligence...
arriving inside irrelevence to fry guys with lies put eloquent..
it might look one-sided, at least it depends on the mirror you look through...
cause in mine i see the best emcee but i never seem to see you...

acoustic joe where'd you get that flow man
I don't know
acoustic joe where'd you get that flow damn
I don't know
acoustic joe where'd you get that flow man
I don't know
acoustic joe where'd you get that flow damn
I don't know

hey yo my flux capacitor ducks ambassadors of mankind...
massacres past occurred with the use of verbal land mines...
you stand fine but seconds later you feel the laser...
piercing hexes in flesh to use the bodies connections for crossfaders...
which cause craters ina demonstration for seven patients...
denting space vibrations in a race to place first in the birth of a nation...
immersed in complacence not knowing why i've been ignored...
conversed with generations about the score of war among the world's shores...
then curled more earth's dirt in the palm of my hand...
the quakes girth alerts officers to offer their psalm of commands...
this bomb will land when and where it's least expected...
redirected light so bright you'll swear to God he's being resurrected....

acoustic joe where'd you get that flow man
I don't know
acoustic joe where'd you get that flow damn
I don't know
acoustic joe where'd you get that flow man
I don't know
acoustic joe where'd you get that flow damn
I don't know

©2006. All Rights Reserved. All lyrics written by and for inkwizitive.

Can you feel it in your brain?

Written By: Inkwizitive (J. Reale)

(iwonder)can you feel it in your brain...
when my mind will go insane...
i hope your feeling entertained...
with every single letter i get a measure being better trained...(x2)

here i lay...in a grave in cemetary society...
plots filled by who's killed by what ben n jerry variety....
do it silently violently right under their nose...
package it with a nice smelling ass kiss and see how fast it goes...i amass a prose...for those who hate this existence...
double-fisted resistence the race to replace all who missed it...im speaking of revolution...but instead of a solution...
dilution...we had our chance then we blew it....illusion produces congruent angles of retribution...my music
posseses professers that are too translucent...i move with
the precision of newtons wits...fusion fused with fluid tongue
movements you'd say this dude is sick...i move to evict,,,
any artist sounding the same...same image...same messages
delivered...but under a different name...i got a different aim...
unlike in world domination...i'd sell my
soul to whoever would take it just for cooperation...
im like an opera station...all sing and no talk...
all questions get answered with body chalk and a long walk...
you're all squack you should think before you speak...
before i have to peek into my inner beast thats never been released...
better keep the peace...or i'm finished before i begin...
clever lies that sever ties deminished from my soul within...
i hope i win...remain fine and stay in line.
god help us all if my head cracked inside and started to shine...

(iwonder)can you feel it in your brain...
when my mind will go insane...
i hope your feeling entertained...
with every single letter i get a measure being better trained...(x2)

there you lay in a made bed...headphones affixed to your head...
poems that i said are sinking until your blinking red...
the color bloodshed...SURE, you've seen it before....
but it's different when your on a deathbed screaming at heaven's door...
you tried to settle the score...but there's always something more...
inner demons end up leaving leaving you to grieve and bust your core...
you thrust and pour...all your energy remember the...
equations of evasion displayed when you play with chemistry...
BOOM>>>you step in room...set to consume desire with a fire
plume so hot and high it inspires doom....retire soon...
or you'll burn out and turn to ash...
get whiplash watching future turn to past too fast...
he who lasts...blasts his spirit any time or place...
usin radar plates so even E.T.s hear it in outer space...
about face...when you chase to race your dreams...i know it seems...
your in the wrong degrees but please believe...
the words i speak can lead...steeds of greed to take their heed...
feeding the need...to suck for a buck and then make you bleed...
freed little by little they bake you and then they sizzle...
to cremate you from the middle takes longer than ten OJ aquittals...
unc sams hand's on the griddle...it's been there all along...
but he's so messed up...he can't feel it and he can't hear our song...
it's been too long...we're all strong...but it's time for a change...
you have to go insane to once and for all break these chains...

why wonder i wonder why wonder

1+1 doesn't = 2

Written By: Inkwizitive (J. Reale)

1 shit plus 1 shit doesn't equal too nice...
i tried to figure out why i paid the price...
suffice to say i'm gonna fight until i'm gray...
then i'll sit back and wait until a better day...

i'm a guerilla in the mist...pissed when a misses kiss...
turns like twisted glass to produce these slit wrists...
you could give two shits about me and my reality...
so, you should be speaking truth and not fallicies...
foot and mouth disease to every emcee who flees...
please cease and just don't get off that couch with ease...
i vouch to squeeze every last piece of grease from the streets...
my pouch pleats to reveal what's underneath my beats...
my technics turn and burn with each with each next spin...
learn to discern whats a toy for kids and whats a weapon...
I'd like to step in but i need some breathing room...
and i'm donating my flesh to heaven(no thanks)I won't be needing a tomb...

1 shit plus 1 shit doesn't equal too nice...
i tried to figure out why i paid the price...
suffice to say i'm gonna fight until i'm gray...
then i'll sit back and wait until a better day...

you could be reading your doom instead of trying to consume...
electronics till you feel the supersonic bass boom...
when my face is in bloom...you only catch it for a second...
causing lots of double takes thanks now i'm triple the presence...
cripple the peasants...they don't deserve to die...
what kind of a peverted guy would kill a girl after they heard her cry...
i have to murder my inverted point of view...
but you'll need more than six degrees of separation to pull me through...
because it's all in who you knew but that was back then...
in front when i'm on top ten and then the bottom feeders drop in...
i toss all options I don't want no part...
in this new crunk fake funk these punks are calling art...
it'll take months to start this televised revolution...
cause computer parts are our new human charts of evolution...

1 shit plus 1 shit doesn't equal too nice...
i tried to figure out why i paid the price...
suffice to say i'm gonna fight until i'm gray...
then i'll sit back and wait until a better day...

Discography

Inkwizitive - ep (2006)
- 1+1 doesn't = 2
- Acoustic Joe
- I used to be a Star
[All 3 singles played in constant rotation on ILR Radio in Australia, and also in fourteen other countries around the world.]

Inkwizitive - The Ink Spot (2008)

Inkwizitive - Rated PG-H (2011)

iTunes - Inkwizitive

Set List

1. An intro to an ink wiz (3:14)
2. Acoustic Joe (4:18)
3. 1+1 doesn't = 2 (2:40)
4. Stare Well (4:23)
5. 18 was a Dream (3:30)
6. Ink Wiz It Is! (4:29)
7. The Break-up Song (4:13)
8. I Used to be a Star (4:29)
9. Long Strong Wrong Song. (3:52)
10. Can you feel it in your brain? (4:00)
11. What do you? (3:37)
12. Primitive America (4:11)
13. All Day All Night (feat. allan poe) (3:44)
14. Big or Small. (3:25)
15. Throwback. (3:14)
16. Intro to Mixtape. (1:32)
17. I-N-K-W-I-Z-I-T-I-V-E. (3:28)
18. In My Head. (3:14)
19. The Way We Do It. (3:57)
20. Are We There Yet. (3:59)
21. A Day In The Life. (4:13)
22. Radio. (3:05)
23. Blind. (3:25)
24. BombBlasts. (3:36)
25. Nickels to Dimes. (4:03)