The Pole

The Pole

BandHip Hop

Hardcore, dark and often gloomy rap without the use of expletives with strong emphasis on lyrics

Biography

A big fan of and heavily influenced by 90's major rap figures (Naughty by Nature, Black Moon, Smif'n'Wessun, Nas, Wu Tang Clan, Notorious B.I.G) and Eminem ... working on my own style ... would love to cooperate with and learn from other rappers

Lyrics

Birth

Written By: The Pole

Birth is where it all starts, where it all sparks and springs
New thrills and excitement, life gives you wings!
What will this bring – about?
Many questions and few answers …
You’re born and given a chance – call it freelance – don’t waste it, make the best of it
Take advantage, manage it, grasp
Form a bridge between your heart and soul, reality and fantasy – it puzzles me
How some give up easily, lack creativity – an exercise in futility
Conspicuous in their inability or disability
Performed pathetically, reviewed miserably … you? – to the contrary!
Gotta know the do’s and dont’s

CHORUS

I’m being born again, now after 34 years
Taking on new challenges, taking on my peers
Rising to new heights, standing tall – about to have a ball y’all
Props go out to the mother, mother earth, your mother, our mother
Once gates have opened there’s so much to discover
Set yourself free cause you are free, no reins, no bars, no limitations
We’re all united like nations
Embark on the journey of life, expand, break ground
The end is near they say, while birth is only the start
Let your heart guide you, be smart

CHORUS

Pending, activated upon arrival, approaching tarmac
Busting through the clouds like a ray of light, bulletproof, unbreakable
Choose the right format, industrial strength, don’t be a fake though
You’re so uncouth, sly like a sleuth, search for the truth rebellious youth
No bull like MJ, the best ever, forever and ever
Don’t compare the God to a mortal being that won’t endure
But you’ll last …

CHORUS

If you’ve got a dream you gotta help it come true
Some people might discourage you but others will help you out
Don’t give up, you just might make it
I’m born again, 34 years have passed just like that
Years of happiness, gladness, sadness – you all know this
What’s the future like? An endless battle between good and evil
Fight against the system, the search for wisdom, a happy home
Some rise, some fall
I’m standing tall – about to have a ball, y’all …

The Battle

Written By: The Pole

Horrendous, possible failures mount
Like Everest, aim for the peak, no leaks
Allowed or condoned, toned buttocks and pecs,
you in a zone, formidable like Capone
Or MJ, Kobe – double nickel or 61 - all is not calm
The plan - armies invaded a foreign land got ambushed
Pushed to the wall, call back-up
need to strike back with magnitude on all latitudes and longitudes
Nearly struck out, back out - retreat or face defeat
To be avoided at all costs -are u lost?

CHORUS

Intricate verses form stories
Syllables convey thoughts of glory
Maintain focus, remain open, extroverted
Those who oppose get broken - deserted
Watch out for the inevitable
Darkness, blindness, Loch Ness – monster
You’re monstrous
Battle armour penetrated, illustrious career’s
Your goal – but failure’s imminent
Of that I am oh so confident, you incompetent … ha ha
Success in the clutch requires poise
Fools make a lot of noise but can’t captivate like Boyz
II Men, religious, peaceful like Zen
Or fearless like Lion’s Den – fighters
Fight to the finish, diminish, vintage
Like Karl Malone
Overblown, mind blown, doom’s dawn-
Ing, I’m down with the king, you underling

CHORUS

Omniscient, a mentor, advisor to the wise, impeccable disguise
Fortified, bona fide, armoured like truck or Tank – Abbot – UFC- see and behold
Put you in a choke hold, submission – omission – I’m on a mission towards fruition
Gate’s open, dim light, the tunnel
There’s light at the end of – the tunnel
The same tunnel spirals like a funnel – or funnel-ing you to the shot blocker
The gate keeper, the grim reaper, the rock
Pop pop like glock – no, no weapons
Peaceful methods only - relentless pursuit of goal
When it comes to blows enemies fold ,folded, molded, foiled plots
Merge forces, limit losses, be cautious,
Survive the battle of minds, lines penetrate spines of those
Who pose to be those whose claws ripped hearts and froze thoughts of alien forms, UFO’s
Highs and lows

Why is it

Written By: The Pole

Tell me …
Why is it that things sometimes end before they start, they fall apart, only inner strength will set you apart
The dart aimed at your heart will miss – won’t blow you a kiss
Why is it that … clouds sometimes cover the sun when you need warmth to soothe your soul, can’t always be on a roll, low blows from foes will have you seeing zeroes in your dough account
Like having your ride towed
Why is it that … bruised and battered brethren botch burglaries, you’ll bleed unless you take heed – meditate, formulate and alleviate … the pain – kill the pain, killer
Why is it that fools fall in love, unrequited sometimes, references to the past boggle the mind and will make you blind so don’t cross the line as there’s a fine line between love and hate
Open to debate – moot point
Why do people hate, cry and kill like Kill Bill, you feel the cold steel against your grill, sh** is real in the real world, hurt and pain abound and astound Stand your ground, make use of ground and pound techniques
Why did you leave me .. prematurely ..poorly .. justified departures rupture the abandoned souls, you lose control and gambol in a hellhole, impoled you fall …

CHORUS:

Dwelling on the past makes memories last, everlast, you’ll last but not forever, happily ever after, leave the door unlocked for the unexpected guest … God bless
Dwelling on the past makes memories last, everlast, who knows how long you’ll last, leave the door unlocked …
Why is it that … it rains and when it rains it pours …you hear incisive metaphors …. virtual stores close their imaginary doors like clogged-up pores or rankling sores of various different col-ors
Mostly red or scar-let … that’s colors … ill-fed, ill-bred or impaired challengers never picked up the gaunt-let
Schools shut down, you no longer hear the sounds of laughter and violence … enjoy the silence if you can, young man or equally young wo-man
Wall sockets that normally provide ample electricity suddenly …run out of ammo, why – dunno …
Don’t let this evil force wash away your world, conclusion foregone, don’t say you weren’t warned
Why is it that … there’s a man in the corner panhandling, he can’t handle it no longer or no more
He asks for money, he feels it coming, your look of scorn, contempt, cunning
Spit on his face or spittle, brittle, surface of your steel-toe boot knocking out his front tooth
Shamelessly disrespected, completely neglected by life, persecuted by strife or cut deeply like a knife cuts spilling your guts or splitting
Blood clots form, saturated fats accumulate way above norm, block-up your circulatory system your insides are torn
Forlorn, purgatory patiently awaits all, including those deformed, not yet born or stillborn

CHORUS:

Dwelling on the past makes memories last, no longer sure that you’ll last, leave the door unlocked for the unexpected guest, God bless
Why is it that … we fail, too frail, no one with clout to bail you out, you pout and lose the bout – we out …

Eminem Tribute

Written By: The Pole

Yo this is The Pole, coming straight from Pole-land, somewhere between the North Pole and the South Pole, right jabs and hooks no southpaw, and now let’s pause …
Eminem tribute we got three verses, parental discretion is advised, get those eyes and ears open…yo…

I

Yo! … watch the raging bandit vandal get … strangled… manhandled, run through a mangle, trampled and promptly left to hang low
Born and raised … by the shallow coves of Malabo, the tropical island of Bioko one you ain’t never ever seen, heard of or realized it existed before for sure
Like those blow sniffing low brow ho** with bangles that get ba**** in yellow Lambo Diablos with de-installed doors or brand new V12 2012 model Aventadors, in droves slip into dojo alcoves right on the ground or upper floor commence to blow
Up and down that’s vertical, causing vertigo from the get-go, let’s let the story unfold, lights camera action – go! go!
Rolled-up windows, shots from unique angles provide lucid visuals – what a stunning spectacle yo, residual conversation snippets soon fade though, all clear, truce, no innuendos – you see …
…Triangles, rectangles, protruding limbs dangle to and fro, 3-d structures in rapture as hymens rupture hardly audible, consequences dire undeniably unenviable like overhastily drawn-up prenuptials – you should have thought it through!
Non-existent area codes, the aforementioned skid row ho** aka schmo hobos’ heroes are from… one of the 5 boroughs, you take the Triboro Bridge should you have the itch for the triple x wicked witch – which the bewitched snitch unhitched then ditched in a ditch after the stitched-up bit** twitched, pitched and glitched the light switch
Like asexual bisexuals in tuxedoes on tricycles with torpedoes that echo they’re true pros, maestros, like Canaletto, painting portrait-oes, singing librettos, all on stilettos, check the manifesto for more info I had to forego could not disclose
Hope u’re not one of those … indisposed, brownnose – ing bozos that doze at so-so peepshows where les*** eagerly swallow and expose a******* filled with dildoes that glow!
But if so – they’ll go gung-ho on you bro, like super Mario from Nintendo, pronto squeeze you out of mad dough, don’t risk a major fiasco, deadly like gang wars in Mexico – better duck and counter – but why so slow?
You gaze in a daze at a maze indiscernable, unfazed you scramble, heaps of bodies entangled gambol forming obtuse angles or acute … minute cuties let loose cause goose bumps, you’re hard like a tree stump from watching voluptuous rumps go bb-bump, bb-bump!
Got recently dumped indecently by an evil stunt, now you bear the brunt, you hopeless sycophant
Been using penile pumps, performing manual and menial stunts called wanks, can’t hold it in, you squirt, it clumps or drips in lumps on flower clumps
Rhythmic raspy sorrowful flows are thorough, not virtual never dull, colorful and plentiful like folklore, gold vaults, ornate haloes or in-depth metaphors from lores untold before
I’m a let you come to terms or grips with this attempt at verbal hypnosis, maintain homeostasis …
Laymen just can’t handle, the hardly comprehensible abysmal subconscious level new age perplexing gismos that strike a hollow note … or a fragile cord … yo I’m The Pole but I don’t pole dance, you can take a Polaroid of me… don’t have much dough right now but I will, cause I got skill, yo … aah sorry!!
…verbal hypnosis, maintain homeostasis like checks and balances, the more I shoot the less I miss follow through – swiss! Or swish that is … is that your missus – bliss!

Got a short silent chorus, gotta monitor your electricity bill nowadays in these tough times …

II

Venomous tarantula, I’ll beat you down with a rusty spatula, rearrange your vertebra, take out your scapula through your trachea and burst your hernia in an Opel Insignia while playing cymbals – a little souvenir from India with Silvia from Macedonia – I do feel for ya, why would I fear ya?!
Or in the back of the run-down Honda Civic, I’m a livid gifted misfit who eats grits, listens to Limp Bizkit, didn’t get shit last year for Christmas, mildly promiscuous, fiery lyricist, pugilistic tactics, sadistic, swollen lips from verbal acrobatics, no verbose gimmicks, no lip syncs, constantly in synch – son!
Now you’re on the run Mr Dumb Dumb, let’s get it done and over wit(h), wit is necessary although opinions vary, conditions pulmonary or was it coronary – thrombosis, data uploads through osmosis, seldom updates by meiosis, bout time you got it it’s psychosis! …neurosis, props to the man who inspired this!

III

The horizon line clearly defines what can be mine - or should have been
Wisdom- maybe even infinite eventually comes with time but absolves you not from sin
Often paints a grim picture as the devil grins and spins the wheel of fortune as lurid scenes of torture fluidly fill the screen that’s seldom seen by the lucky few that always win, with health and happiness e

Discography

EXPERIMENTS IN BATTLE, 2011
Incomprehensible Records