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Middle class white dude. Hype too. Like, Who’s this little ass knight goof who writes truth?. I’m new. New born. True form. Warm from out the god-womb. O’er whom broads swoon. Boom: raw wad spewin’. Hot noon to midnight. Rid right in the middle of it. Frickin love it. I didn’t write it, I heard it in the heaven hiding. I'm abiding. On time. Magazine. Rhyming on the microphone and roaming on a jagged line. That’s fine. O Christ: new post, no likes. So like, we weep, seen in the receding light. Really nice icelike three eyed eyesight. Hi-IQ see real truth precise. Sized right: 32/30, sturdy tho slight. No ones ever heard of me: Sir Kn8, a lone knight. Oh my oh me we make it on our own right. Take it easy but take it tho. Saying flow, know might. Aye divine light I will constitute your existence In disconnected utterances, fluttering brisk glints Of prescient reflection that make people dance And glean some brief awareness of the epochs’ advance Wordy rap music philosophical hip-hop Loquacious flow-spits that twist thoughts like a spinning top If you’re sitting stop sitting, get up and stand tall Get there, in the air lemme see you hands y’all Eat a beat like beets upon a plate Emcees collapse like electrons from a quantum state Oh my God wait…speaking of what I’m eating Got a rhyme flow that portrays my voracious reading Let’s go; raise the ceiling; Let’s raise awareness Give all the people good education and fair rents Hi, my names Nathan I come from good parents God goeth with me but I don’t know where it is Golden pronouncements outflow from my pair of lips Piercing the essence o’er which the appearance sits Most of you rappers with hits are transparent shit Roll out a ghost-written chorus and there you quit Maybe repeating your hooks has impaired your wit Maybe read books, you utter embarrassments What are we? What is this? Whence sent, this weird vision It’s all so loco No local realism No clear way out out the constructs and system More than two million we threw them in prison When I say we I don’t mean we each person But we the vast complex of tastes and aversions That structures our worlds in the tight weave of consciousness And normative assumptions — or isn’t that obvious? Can’t believe an ounce of it, all the hate you talk of The power of Love is absolute like the Vodka Rock a show like a-bye-baby Hi ladies how are ya Aint got no gold but soul gotta whole lotta What’s soul? that’s the moment of my motion into being As I’m borne from realms eternal into the midst of imperfect things Or to put it more mundanely, it’s the fact that I exist As an real live pulse of what underlies all that is This is me see me for the first time and know me We’re separate by our notions of our space and time only

YLALO -- you live at least once. Sorry Drake
 You have made an assumption that I, Kn8, cannot possibly make
Conceivably this life wherein now we make mirth 
Is just one pitstop among countless rebirths YLALO -- you live at least once. MIA, I deeply appreciate what I'm pretty sure you're trying to say But what makes you certain that that for which we cry and pray Won't, when we die, just die with us and slide away? YLALO -- you live at least once. This I'm sure of 
 Maybe beyond the threshold of this world there's pure love
 Waiting to stream forth once this screens done buffering
 Or maybe I'll be back for more joy and suffering YLALO you live at least once. But what does "you" entail? 
Aren't we just atoms that randomly that spin and flail
 And don't all these atoms have smaller parts like pinned tails
 None of which, if it could care, would care if you were impaled
 "You live", well actually to be perfectly accurate "
I live", Like, Descartes, cogito ergo, et cetera
 Better to be sure than go too far. But if you are, the important fact 
 Is that you live at least once, but you really might live more than that You live at least once — you could have not lived by a smidgen 
Your atoms crash wips on the pathways of rhythm
 But who placed the pathways, and when's the beginning?
 Or are its own parts what start it all spinning? What does this all mean? What does it not mean
? It's as hazy as hot steam Wait, shit, this is Gods dream! 
Nah mean? Scene Sprawl in the raw being
 Where summers and winters come in between falls and springs YLALO you live at least once. But either way 
 You might as well live the present moment in a freer way
 Try to find the meaning, dragging on a gleaming j
 Digging through the haystacks in which I'm told the needles lay
 Digging through the record stacks and grabbing something sweet to play
Love is all you need, but what you need is not for me to say
 YLALO -- you live at least once and it ain't boring 
Born with no instructions for usage or storing 
Don't hold the boat back tied to old mooring 
Each passing fact is a new night and morning Wide eyed in wild pain and wonder you poor thing
 And oh boy you might be reborn for more being You live at least once, that is if life’s real in the first place And all we experience isn’t just a surface trace Sneezed from the nostrils that yawn from God’s perfect fac e And up to now we’ve been arguing who’s the best and who’s the worst race??? Everybody is equally important, sprung and free 
Like a bunch of little buds on a big funky tree 
Run that sap. Rap like me 
People'll be like Yeah, buts what's that mean?
 I'm talking about my visions: something something something
 Nocturnal emissions: What dreams I come in
 I writ it and I said it, few edits, whoo! reckless 
My head brims with hymns like a basement of records 
I leaf through the pages, purge out the anguish
 Turn a new leaf, learn to weed out the aphids
 It's hard to spot the essence cuz it ain't this and it ain't this
 Fake emcees are just clowns like "Hey, kids!" Sir Kn8 is nothing in the cosmic analysis And the same goes for Drake, MIA, planes and palace Get it all, and maybe get another go, all y’all know Is that you live at least once -— YLALO It’s hard to say Just as the truth to which it refers Is dim and difficult to conceive

Are you going to tell me how much fun i can have? Are you going to quantify that beforehand on the internet? Will I be able to obtain unambiguous but doubtful indications of who else will be present at the event? Will anyone else be present at the event? Will the images associated with the event be ironically unrelated to the context of the actual content? Will there actually be content? Will I be content? I’m concerned about wavering between deep spiritual investment and anxious indifference, whom should I contact about that? Should I contact myself? Should I touch myself? Or is this not an interactive event? Do I have to actually be there or can I express my appreciation for those who organized it in the form of eloquent professions of regret? If I am there physically, will I spend money? Will you make money or in the end will you spend more than I will? Will my will to participate more actively than is appropriate for the context interfere wit h my ability to appreciate the moment in its purity? Do you think anyone there will find me sexually relatable? Will I find anyone relatable at all? What are the formal possibilities for social relation at the present stage in cultural consciousness? Are there limits to consciousness, and if so, what are they? How long will the event be? How many hours after the indicated time will it begin? Will it begin or will always be seeming to begin until suddenly it is beginning to end? Is this the beginning of the end? Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you being my friend? How do we generate open and sincere situations that facilitate opportunities for legitimate mutual validation? Is psychological validation a worthwhile end or is it a desire that is created by those very situations? Have we reconciled our impulse to promote ourselves with our ostensible allegiance to the decentralization of power, both political and spiritual? Will there be food, and how overpriced will it be? Do you know the location of the nearest ATM with the lowest charge? Will I time it just right to exit the final screen without having to see my balance displayed, and reconcile myself with its paltry sum?

Forge a little somethin in the smithy of my mind Madness made of adamant, in intricate design Cull it from the kiln of will where inner fires shine Wear my mental armor carry on my daily grind Goin out quietly? nothing of the kind Conquering the world but I kinda feel like cryin I’m a cataract of atoms that by chance are called mine And are crashing through a wall of light sprawled about and blind Kinda sounds crazy Crazy but its real! Harness my confusion and create from it a shield Aint trying to hide behind it tryin to hold it forth and raise it Ward away the forces of oppressiveness and hatred For the way that's overrated is the way that most have taken Cause they’d rather front and fake than be exposed and know they’re naked Takin a stance against that one and this one wasting away in inaction and wishing Waiting on someone to show them a vision as if it will give it all some definition Madness Damn this Practice and Have Bliss Wish, Action and Swish Yeah its all in that wrist Planned this At risk Win it all Matchless Splish splash sprawling in the cosmic mash mish Yeah bitch thats rad ish As raw as radish, in a garden grown fresh Oh my Gosh so def Guarding the part of my self thats left when my soul from its cell is cleft Yes Cell? Check. Keys? check? Bottle in my bag? yes Also got the shield I forged with my madness Don’t leave home without it American Express Shield of Real to shield me from American excess XX and OO Embrace and Plant kiss And phrase the poem’s flow in praise of glad gifts Now hate’s a bad miss but Love exact hits Walking where the latter is And my talisman is this

Free create We perceive the seething real agape Really great Ridin the wheel that reels the time in its gait I’m an 8 Infinity sign on its side Hate’s opposite Stating an apposite comment A comet A rad affidavit Maybe start small like the dick on the David But later be famous as Virgil’s Aeneid Actually classical statues were painted All the paints gone Rents gone Paid it Parents gone party Middle class Pastures I can make shit and still get my masters Yet can I still be the livest emcee And still write my diss and get my PhD I’m the wisest, in context. Context is all there is Contest Do or die Uteri Balls and dicks All of this is all of this Tautologic Coughing phonics Wild electro loop harmonics wrought on Logic Raw and honest I’m an ahtist I’m the oddest Spot the essence: Not this, not this On this plate Lima beans Nate, what does your rhymin’ mean? I’m a seam between the scenes of self and other Folding inward as I cleave my parts from alternate objects Go hard till I melt like butter Contnuous birth in unlimited process On this rock dis-content Talk flocks from my asophogus Gots to keep it live like Yanni like at the acropolis Droppin this heaviness Weight that I can’t hold Midas touch Touch myself God damn the man’s gold Just one body Do what I can, ensouled MC’s are programs: get canceled Be a goof beautiful in goof suits, really great 
 Ain't nothing for it but to make it up and free create Free create, free create, freedom that you can't escape Ride the wheel that reels it out, spell it out K-N-8

Halleluia even when I’m bluer than a smurf Spiral through the moments, dying into birth My, life hurts!, drinking wine at my apartment Scarf up the oxygen and mutter out the carbon Start another notepad Save it on the desk top Speech that makes the heart stop, beats that make the head rock Dead stop: shatter all illusions Yet even in their shattering the shards assembles new ones Do tons of reading, antiques and new tomes Fuel for the head so I’m ready when the muse comes Choose no themes but do the biddings of my first thoughts Fall in from the spot within the beat on which the verse plops Nerds cops crooks academics and politicians Don't get out much but ive seen it all in visions Check, amount unwritten, Love with no conditions This one goes out to my knights on noble missions Halleluiah howdy do ya hey it all aint so bad Crawling round on mother earth like Hey where’d ya go, Dad? Whole lotta Nathans loaded up within my gonads Like the immanent predicates folded up within a monad Pig within a blanket like a phallos in a veil Will to build my ego like a palace in a tale Wags his little tail, drools when he hears the dinging Wandering the awesome cosmic ocean in a dinghy Trying to make living but the stipends kinda dinky Walk among the evergreens whipping out his thingy Wiki wiki wiki. The song was like 'sing me' So I wrote it and rocked it and rode out like Veni Vidi Vici Letcha have my light but I betcha can't bic me Left a wad of Nathans in the divot of the mickey Miss me when my particles disperse fast sportive Back into the essence for their editing and storage Positive of not a single fact of thought or matter But that does not to deter me from my task you awful rappers Seek a direct manner or use tacit implication Truth: the inner panic underneath their outward patience Ain’t this all a great convenience, order in the incoherence And how every now and then we glean the real amidst appearance Pealing of the spheres Word of Warning Now Hear This Feed the anguished Forming Say Things Fearless Pealing of the spheres Word of Warning Now Hear This Feed the anguished Forming Say Things Fearless

Word: Formless Figured I might record this Bird: Horus A complicated chorus I’m a knight: Horseless Follow the light, remorseless Either wrong or right A thing of no importance My lyrics rend veils between objects and subjects My voice fords the void towards ya Are you in love yet? Are you convinced of this love's present resonance Pressed in all the the cracks as a conditioning element? I'm not here to argue We share the same star, dude We're stuck on the same rock Breaking up is hard to do Are two not one? that depends on who's counting All toss our coins into the same cosmic fountain All play the same game But some of them don't play nice But nobody can step into the same river twice Seek advice: heed the sound in the dark that keeps time That's the great wave form that breaks on the mind And binds us in moments before and behind As our elements roll in their courses and kinds It's kind of like sex If sex was everything Sex is everything Get in the bed of being Get rid of meddling, irrelevant meta-memes And settle your mind on the immanent meat of things Sing Soul is a blow of the horn as it flows into form and cavorts in the nothingness Love is a couple of specks in the the emptiness, as a receptacle speckled with loveliness Come in this hole, harness the glory, starting the story in words as I say rhyme Hot mama she swerves with curves that roll like diaphanous folds of the spacetiime sir kn8Hip Hoprappoetryphilosophicalbrooklynnycindieundergroundshow and smell recordings

Hear what I say Clearing my way My way like Sinatra Gotcha okay You know? No, no se In hell I won't stay Hey this is just swell And I feel so gay Oh yay a new day A light like on matches World went the whole way Around on its axis I ask this what's the extent of all heaven All and then some more Rhetorical question Droppin speech upon a beat like feet that cross a street On like a light Like a lip upon a teet Drawing milk that's real sweet Accomplishing the feat Goin in Neat How come all the gluttons are the ones that push the buttons? Vile gluttons Trying to cut our Vital gluons Bitin the bonds that bind our atoms But my soul is soundly fastened Wow thats about as deep as boundless chasms Zounds we're going down, no Captain I've been down since Eve was going down on Adam I've been down since Eve released that album Spit rap Hard shit Get back The karmic dickslap Some emcees artistic decisions are troubling And ill advised like buying your groceries while hungry Look at me, it's real, not faking it Looking ill like I'm not gonna make it Doin em in and I don't even know what I'm doin I been here schoolin where you been Ayuken Who them? Are they not men? Calm in the true zen Slop wop and sir kn8 like ryu and ken Hi how you been? I'm fine Truly zen Right here in my zone, spittin this poem, drinkin some gin

On it like a page Saying what I wrote Pray to keep it holy in this life until I ghost Flow like butter Not milk toast Way more rhymes than facebook posts Not to make a judgment Few hear my music But those few who do are like Ah Mmm Ooh, sick Really kind of artful though the thoughts come too quick Fast pitch Bullpen Cow pen Moo Bic Life is short: Skirt. Art is is long like a tunic Try to burn right like a candle with the true wick Working hard, glad for little things that make my mood click Every time I’m hard it’s like damn I got a new dick Easily surprised but sincerely so supportive Gaze upon the lillies of the field where I’m sporting Wrote a bunch of poems stopped playing sports and things Made it my part to chart the essences that supercede And smoking weed Now I’m smoking weed and teaching classes Dropping shit while poopin out a Phd in classics Yeah kids Bad kids Batkids Batmen No hits Dont know where my bat’s been Sometimes I’m aware of what happens Other times I’m right where the action is But don’t know dick tho Ask how the tale ends Moby Dick flow MC’s sink Whale Wins Your girlfriends turn around and twirl on my male end Oeeoh Oeeeay Tail Spin

Sing well with true muses Ding bell when new news has Come through Come do as I do in your true newness Who knew this old style was still so intuitive Screw loose Its all screwless All fall You Brutus? You brute Brute Too cute Too gay Too bright Do right Do Knight in a new way Hey like who do the proof right Ride in at night like poof in moonlight Climb high to new height Right out Too hype Right on I’m gone Be good tonight Step and get beat on a dope beat Humpty Hump meets Dudley Do Right Too tough is just right Do stuff I don’t like Life: I ride the train a lot, I ain't got no bike Its okay I read books It’s okay I read looks She’s like “You like this” and I’m like She cooks Some say ‘we crooks’ , we’re cool, we steal goods And I'm like, I teach school, I'm straight like chess rooks Investigate the weakness from the inside and get focused Otherwise it’s like no tools in deep woods No fool, deep words Deep wounds, soul hurts I’m just some dude and my verse is no worse Oh word? you're so sure? Know God with no church Jay bird from her perch Great verve Stay purist Say Nate but Sir first That bank sure burst Whole world of hunger and love, but the haters get served first Serve it on the rocks and I mash that lime Toss that rock like yeah swish mine Pay that tax better get it in in time And better get it all right or you’ll pay mad fines Thats a bad sign hard to read between the lines Life is kinda hard lotta weird vibes Kinda think of stealing out and swinging on a vine Giving all of two hoots ding-a-ling flyin’ Here’s the thing I hope you never make it as a faker Here’s a Ting, a lovely little soda from Jamaica Here’s a ring I hope I’m not abandoned at the altar Thinking I’m a grab the mic and rock it like Gibratlar Dont impart it if it’s not a part of who you are you gotta Take the cup that you’ve been offered or go find another bar. I bet a bitter beer’d be better than a bitter year Of being boggled how the bottle that you had had got you here It’s a metaphor, but not a subtle sentiment At times I get suspicious of the helpfulness of sentience When us living in this universe starts feeling like a sentence I must escape my conscious mind with musical inventiveness

Wear these greaves like a shinguard against evilness No sweat Don’t let the sun set on my grieviance Actually its grievance Its Factual and reasoned Rap that’s like a fragrant dish immaculately seasoned A season in a weekend An epoch in a moment Une saison en Enfer Rimbaud poeme Go in, save em like Rambo Damn yo If that bro can’t tell a damn well planned flow And so, save it in your phone Name and info Off of the dome or written at home depending how the wind blow Dylan I-phone Dialin Dealin Chillin up in my zone higher than a ceiling A seedling that’s rising straight through the street top Long hair like branches that spray from a tree top ZOP we waft in the cosmic improbableness Of this one small moment of brief but so awesome bliss Great Scot flopping out the bottom of my kilt You can go ahead and sit on my big white….guilt I’m just trying to pluck the flower of Western culture while it wilts And not fall while I’m walking tall like stilts It’s skills that make the craftsman, handle that skill saw All used equipment tho so the mixes are still raw Even though these days even anonymous songs are polished And a whole lot of mix tapes sound complex and symphonic This is honest though Raw as gold culled from out the riverbed Gold Rush Neil Young Real fun In my head But I’m trying to rhyme my way out to the outside And climb to high strata of the lifeworld without lying I and I and Eye 3 and my ch’i are a high tree Towering in the sun light out o’er the wide sea I’m me I’m You Truly a pleasure being ya We’re at S - I - R - K - N - 8 on the paths of social media sir kn8Hip Hoprappoetryphilosophicalbrooklynnycindieundergroundshow and smell recordings

Gotta lotta locks, golden tho, Goldilocks Head is full of heavy thoughts Keep it light Rolling rocks Kinda raucous: rocky life Up and down: dome to socks Home is where I get in my zone and talk No one gonna put my poem in a box Going across an open ocean alone and hoping I won't be lost And drown within the roaring sound of my own soul-obsessing thoughts In a ship but I'm gettin tossed Ship of fools anyway Swimmin through it everyday Shit but with a silver gloss Gosh, damn Gosh how descriptive My educated, middle class little lily-white ass is gifted I'm given my inspiration when I'm down or when I'm lifted Up upon this microphone flowing fountainous and limpid I writ it up in a song, spoke it in a rhythm Leaping up to heaven like I'm a frog Ribbit Key to key upon the MPC like a toad on a lily pad Flipping out my flaming tongue from the comfort of my bromeliad I'm really glad that its really good to be alive, but like it or not Sometimes I despise it as much as right now I like it a lot Time I bought a solar panel: plannin on it: obvious Can't sustain the clouds of ignorance billowing out of our consciousness Because it just isn't good business. You understand what this is? Real life. Give back. Get that you'll be a biz whiz Sometimes the day's just a whole lot that hasnt happened yet Before I can go home and hang out with Alicia Papanek Pray to God: hey God: Nate called when you have a sec He wants to know what it all means: ah, I see. She has to check Answer is: wrong question. Quest goes in a long circle Utterance and flawed intention. Flashing robes of kingly purple Hurdle. Heard well. Th presciently poetic Well yes, I'm well-read, but I'm not overburdened by a desire to express it Alright, yes I am: I'm tortured, and the chamber is the choir Of the elements of my selfhood: I am nothing but Desire Feed the fire with the building and build another from the rubble Love me, I'm a rapper Fuck me in the butthole I'm Nathan Oglesby, I'm hanging like a rosary I came alive, ensouled and free in incarnate artful agency Card I carry: human being Do my time, do my thing Cross I bear: JHC Gotcha there Hey, its me! I hate emcees who hate emcees, its a paradox of my perfect love I want the bliss of nothingness, but I'm kinda busy doin stuff Ooh! its tough to want it: gotta get that fame quick I ain't tryin to die anonymous I'm trying to place a dick Within the folds of human consciousness, and press the precious tissue Cause life's a little better when when you're not you bet they'll miss you A lot of ostensible prophets have gotta obfuscate the issue As if by saying it often enough when it isn't it suddenly is true Get this dude: there are senses and there are sensory presentations And these convey either accurate or inaccurate information And often its impossible to distinguish the false from the accurate Which sometimes makes me wonder whether I'm capable of such analysis First world problems: what is this is a dream? And its this paper cup of gourmet coffee what it seems? What if its the matrix? And what am I even doing? And would an answer satisfy requisites at an accredited institution? Cute one (shrug) Try to circumscribe the blunder Its a like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder I'll withhold my judgment and I won't begrudge another's Lifes a bag of gummies: tasty little buggers Ain't from the city, ain't from the sticks Attempts to self-indentify as such have aimed and missed And so I'ma mix a vague awareness of my origin with my changing tastes And traipse on through this ancient place, born of an invading race Wait, this is not my problem because I'm awesome The hell it's not I guess it gets a little hot when you live inside of a melting pot Sure as hell, the kernel pops So it goes and never stops Howd you know the way it goes? I don't know, I read a lot How'd they? they made it up Breakaway Lay it up Product of our brains' collective consciousness or plain luck I hate it when it ain't Love

Do you know what time it is? This must be the place Life goes by about as fast as light in empty space I won't get drunk no more I won't get drunk no more I won't get drunk no more Going down the old plank road Climb the moment like a mountain, ride it like a wave In the service of this world but no one in it's slave Rising like an island from the swathes of cosmic foam Ain't she looking good tonight I'd like to take her home How I'd like to have a vision of it, all I hear and see Time's a moving picture of all eternity