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Something i wrote for a contest recently.

She stood upon the balcony overlooking the lively city. She could hear the people below celebrating the city birthday; smell the smoke of the stands and recreation drugs, see the lights from the streets and multiple large screens displaying commercial products, upcoming entertainment programs and the occasional inspirational message pertaining to the celebration.

‘It really is beautiful here, so full of life and diversity.’ Despite her appreciation, a sad sigh escaped her light pink lips. This was not her home, not her birthplace. Keri-Sintao: her home, was not as technologically advance as this metropolis she’s currently resides. It wasn’t as large or housed as many different species and races.

“I am a prisoner.” A fact that she had to keep in mind. She was a captive and yet, she was never treated as such. She was given full reign of the mansion and urged to discover the city. Her escaping never been a concern. “All because of HIM.” A nearly animalistic growl escaped her chest at the thought of her captor. Her eyes caught him in the crowd, laughing among the citizens of the city, drink in hand and weapons on his waist and back. “You’re always prepared for a fight, aren’t you D’trine Amos.”

She smirked at the sound of his name and relaxed a bit on the balcony. She’d been ‘captive’ for three seasons and had hated him for it. ‘Had’ being the operative word, now all she was left with was anger, fear and confusion.

Anger, it used to be due to all he freedom he gave her, she wasn’t able to escape this city. 75 miles away from the nearest city limit, and he has eyes, ears, and mouths all over. She had tried to escape many times throughout the first two months and never got close to the city limits and never accused of escaping. Now it was that he treated her as a freeloader at times.

‘He should show a bit more respect to me. I was considered a high class warrior and meta wielder among her old people.’

She thought to herself with a conceited smirk before the terms of the sentence set in.

“AM! I AM A HIGH CLASS WARRIOR AND META WIELDER AMONG MY PEOPLE, AMONG THE KURILAIN CLANSMAN!”

Fear; that what she felt. Fear that she is losing herself and her identity. Fear that the love of her home is being replaced with a feeling of attachment for Parasino, for her jail. During her stay she has been around the city more than enough to actually gain some attachment to a good amount of Parasino citizens. She was able to take some local bounty hunting and bodyguard work, that allowed her to use her skills, and come close to the city limits. All the times she could have escaped…and she didn’t out of fear of being recaptured by him and losing the trust she gathered, but even more than that, A fear of betraying all of those she gained attachments to.

For a moment she allowed herself of home. A city smaller than Parasino, with it being 450 square miles compared to Parasino 750 square miles. She could imagine the clean air, the grassy land, stone buildings and rural atmosphere of the city. That doesn’t mean it was not as advance as any other city. Despite its looks, technology was a part of life in Keri just as it is in any other city, though not as much as big cities like Parasino. She fallen out of her day dreaming and turned back to the city to see that from the ground below 10 meters down and 20 meters away, D’trine was looking at her with a small smile and his mocha colored eyes full of mischief not unlike that of a child. She unconsciously allow a slightly flirtatious smile to appear on her now blushing cheeks, before walking back into her private sleeping quarters, laying back onto the bed.

Confusion; every time she feels those particular… Emotions… When it comes to the subject of her captor she can admit that, yes he is strong, he is powerful, and he is intelligent. That did not explain the current…attraction? Admiration?

“Tolerance…That’s what it is. Just toleration of his existence”

Saying it out loud did no help to ease her nerve. She knew it was a lie to herself and it disgusted her that she chose to lie…that fact and the reason why she had to lie, She felt her face getting hot as she unwittingly reminisced about what happened a few months ago.

She was training her swordsmanship. It’s been nearly six months since she was ‘captured’ and brought to Parasino as a ‘prisoner’. She was doing her near daily ritual of combat training, which usually included using the power known as ‘meta-physiology’ or META for short; a power that allows one complete control over a property of existence, and her training in her exclusive sword style. A dual wielding style that favors flexibility, speed, precision, and endurance.

Her movements were graceful and exotic; if not even a bit hypnotizing. Each swing of her blades, each throw of a knee, kick, and elbow was followed by a stance that showed off her control of her well developed and visually appealing body. Whether she is balancing on her blades hilts while in a handstand, crouching low crossed leg, or have her body imitating a panther; her carnal formation was on full display.

She was just finishing one of her ‘Kata’ or practice movements that consist of a series high and low horizontal slashes. She followed this with a sweeping kick into a roundhouse before ending it with a perfect standing split. She allowed herself to take a deep breath as the felt the sweat cascade down her toned and slightly scarred thighs and legs; four strong yet slightly soft abdominals; well defined back, and arms; curvy, if not a little larger than average hips and buttocks; perky, ample breast; and long half braided, half loose, now damp hair.

She let herself fall forward to the ground before lifting her body up on top of her blades hilt into a full handstand; all while holding the split. She began switching between the position of her legs from every few seconds changing between horizontal and vertical splits.

As she was focused on her exercise, she didn’t notice the presence of leering eyes in the room, until their owner spoke.

“You are an impressive one, Swordswoman.”

She sighed but still held a smile on her face. Her exercise routine always did give her a feeling of euphoria, as it was one of the few times where she could shed all titles and just be in tuned with her own existence and being. She felt powerful, in control, excited, exotic and even aroused. She was uninhibited and felt a bit animalistic even in his presence; actually the knowledge of him watching her fueled her raw and unrestricted persona more than usual.

Using her strong arms and hands she balanced herself on the sword hilts using only her palms before lifting up to only to her fingers tips and finally jumping off the weapons into frog crouch; her back turned to D’trine.

She could feel his liquor colored gaze roam over her figure she stood slowly and stretched her outfitted body. She heard him breath in and out of his nose, not unlike that of taking in the scent and essence of area. His satisfied growled coming from his chest made her chuckle and look at him from over her shoulder.

“ Here to train, kidnapper?”

Usually the ‘kidnapper’ would have more of a bite from a venomous snake, at this moment it was more of a shallow and beckoning call. She realized this, she didn’t care either way. Maybe it was due to her adrenalin induced ‘high’ from exercise combined with their state off undress that made her less biting. He was topless, wearing ripped loose fitting Hakama like pants and foot guards. She herself was wearing a black, silky, and now sticky leotard with a pair of arm guards.

“I see, six months and you’re still calling me that. I thought we gotten closer than that?” D’trine smirked as he walked to her stretching his arms.

“Hmm.. Well I do believe we are, but I don’t see you calling me by my name. ” She responded as she too began to walk to meet him.

“That because you don’t want to give it to me.”

“But you know it, do you not?”

“Yes, but having the knowledge doesn’t constitute consent; besides giving your name to someone is sacred in your culture. I will respect that as I respect you”

“Interesting, you say you respect me but you keep me in Paradiso against my will.”

“You know you can escape, if you want.”

“You’d capture me again if I did.”

“Faster and every time after that; even faster.”

“Why did you take me in the first time?”

“It’s complicated, but I have my reasons. Do you want to hear them? It might change your opinion of me. Do you really want to stop hating me”

The two stopped no more that a centimeter apart. She drunk in the display of her supposed enemy, but was something completely different. His scarred, battle harden, slightly round body. Sand dashes upon dark chocolate skin,. His five a clock shadowed face with a slight cross burn across the wide nose. His large, vascular,calloused arms and hands and tree trunk sized legs and feet.

D’trine did not build his body for appearance, but function that much was oblivious. There was nothing thin or pampered about the beast of a man in front of her. He embodies fervent, crude power and ability; he radiates it. He wasn’t the tallest of men, standing at only five feet and three quarters, but that did nothing to hinder him in battle.

The afternoon sunlight gave him an unearthly appearance, making his already impressive aura even more so, almost as he has eclipse the sun itself. She couldn’t muster any animosity toward him; all she can think about in her ‘euphoric’ state was how glorious and passionate a battle would be against the being in front of her. She absent-mindedly started to touch his hard body feeling each scar, tenderly as if they were ancient treasures. She looked into his eyes, curiosity present moved back just the slightest of inches, while keeping a hand on one particular large scar right between his chest, trailing her middle finger down the full length of the marking.

“This one is fresher than the others.”

“Not fresh enough to be re-opened...But yes it is my newest collector item. An fire Meta wielder got a lucky hit before he lost his head. Job hazards; can’t avoid them always.” He allowed himself to chuckle as she continued to finger the scar with amazement.

“They say for warriors’ scars, scrapes and bruises are full of tales and held experiences of battle.You’re a walking tapestry of battle, aren’t you. Each scar on you is someone lucky enough to sketch their skill upon you.”

“Hmm…Such a compliment…What are you up to, ‘Kurilain’? You’ve been quite affectionate to me…Someone you hate.”

“I guess I have been, but I’m in a mood today. physical exertion have that effect on me admittedly.”

“Ah, so It’s lust your feeling towards me. How interesting, yet that very based behavior don’t you think?”

“Haha! I must agree, but life is already complicated enough for me as it. I relish a little simple thinking and impulsive action. There’s nothing wrong with that is it, ‘kidnapper’?

She took a step away from him, mischief and excitement still evident in her movements as she slowly change her guise from his scar body to his flustered and anticipated face. She let use a mirthful giggle .

“That’s such a weird look on your face. Is my affectionate side to much for you? Use to me being a bit colder, huh? Don’t worry I still have a lot of aggression and resentment towards you.”

“Tsch! Whatever, you are more pleasing this way.”

“Oh, you wound me sir. Well not yet anyway.”

She smirked before cart wheeling back a small distance and getting in fighting stance. She placed her left foot in front bent at the arch, her leg was bent at knee slightly to line up with her toes. Her right leg was kept straight and her foot was pointed outward. Her left and right arm was chest and neck level, respectively; with the left being held open close to the neck and the right being held a bit further out in a slightly open fist.

D’trine smirked a bit before raising two ‘paw’ like hands to his chest and crouching a few inches down. The two stood still in the bamboo pentagon, the setting sun shining through the windows onto the ring.

“You sure you want this spar, woman?”

She licked her lips lustfully before leaping forward towards him, throwing a high kick towards his temple. D’trine didn’t try to guard himself as the foot stopped an inch from his person.

“I have some aggression to workout, plus I don’t want to stop feeling this high anytime soon. Along with the need to put my own ‘signature’ on your ‘tapestry’; so yes, I am sure.”

D’trine smirked before throwing a fist towards her abdominals. She dropped low and attempted to sweep D’trine of his feet with both legs; only to have him skip over her and out of her range, back into his stance. She was still on the floor, her leotard body perpendicular ring with her legs spread open into a “V”. She kept her eyes on him as she slowly lifted her bottom half to a standing position keeping her legs closer yet still open; her stance imitated a cat about to pounce. D’trine released a small growl at this action and clenched fist tighter.

“You love showing off your body don’t you, you feline like woman.”

“I’m just enjoying the skin I am in. Why? Is it distracting? Felling a bit aroused are we?”

“it’s kind of difficult to ignore the show in front of me.”

“Those thoughts are instinctive and very base. You know we’re in a spar. Maybe this is my plan to win.’

“Bewitching me with your figure and body control, you might be on to something.”

“Charmer.” She said with a smile, as she lowered her buttocks, slowing swaying it as she did. Her honey eyes steeled and her stance settled. A deep breath before her slow stalking began, circling clock wise her eyes trained on his powerful stance. Waiting, anticipating…hungering for any twitch of a muscle.

It was her concentration that in turn threw her off.

D’trine broke from his stance and quickly charged towards her, his steps giving of a sound of rumbling thunder. He stopped right next to her and with sent down a powerful left palm towards her clothed and sweaty back.

She moved back before the palm could connect and watched it cracked the wood below them. She twisted her body on to her left side, before throwing her right foot towards his neck. He dodged the kick by moving his head just out of the path; the speed of her kick did send a bit of a breeze towards him though. Using the current momentum, she twisted her body into a handstand facing him before delivering a flurry of kicks towards his chest and stomach.

D’trine guarded and endured the barrage up to the tenth kick, when she leapt from her handstand and attempted to kick him with both of her feet only to for D’trine to grab her hips while stepping just out of the path of her attack. Before she can react he tossed her up on to his shoulders before smacking her rear with his hand.

“Guah!”

D’trine smirked at the sound of her surprised groan, before spanking her again.

“Guah! Goa! Gah! God! Stop! Spanking! Mmmm! Mmm! ME Perv!”

She scrambled out of his grasp with elbow to his back, after one last spank from D’trine. She was embarrassed as she fixed the seat of her ridden up leotard, her face a bit sweaty and flushed. She walked straight up to him anger radiating of her and looked straight into his cocky confident smile.

“What the hell? I thought you wanted to spar!”

“I believe I just hit you with a barrage of attacks.”

“You spanked me!”

“You enticed me.”

“What? How?”

“Your stance.”

“Bullshit!”

“ Wasn’t you trying to distract me with your sensuality?”

“Oh and that give you the right to spank me like a child?”

“A child, never; besides you loved being treated like a bad little girl. A Big callous hand being brought down on your surprising round and soft bottom, you loved the feeling…Those weren’t sounds of pain..”

“That’s beside the point, D’trine!”

With that she struck his chest with an open palm pushing him back a bit. He had no time to be surprised as she attempted to claw his face with her right hand only to have him dodge behind her. Before smacking and squeezing her already spanked ass one more time.

She yelled before trying to strike his neck with a chop which was stopped by her wrist being grabbed by his left hand. Suddenly she found herself falling back towards the ring floor, swept off her feet by her sparring partner, only to be held a few inches from the floor by D’trine wrist hold. She watch as he sent a ‘clawed’ hand heading toward her stomach. The searing pain burnt her inside as the force made her gasp for air and crashing to the floor. She felt his finger tear through her leotard revealing a patch of tone, slightly bruised brown flesh when he lifted his hand again for another.

D’trine was caught off guard when she blocked the blow and grabbed the retreating wrist under her arm before delivering a kick deep into his stomach putting him off balance and lower towards her. Using the momentum, her strength and control, she was able to pin him on to his back by locking both of her legs around the man mid-section and tossing his body over hers while simultaneously rolling back to a straddle upon D’trine's waist.

“Nice…move woman.” D’trine coughed with a grimacing smirk.

“You say that as if you didn't allow this to happen.”

“That shot to the gut knocked the wind out of me, momentarily.”

“And now you're at my mercy…” The swordswoman held up her left index finger and imbued it with silver and greenish flare of ‘meta’. D'trine smirk settled into a slight passive leer as she lowered the hand to his throat. “Tell me…. What do you think you would get from treating me this way?”

“What way? Respectful? Dignified?! Kind!?” D’trine couldn’t help the annoyance in his voice as he sat up. The glare on his face was tempered steel. “ and here we were having such a good time.”

“Stop playing mind games with me D’trine.” The woman growled as her honey eyes gained a grave glint to them. She wanted to strike him; to lay her ‘signature’ on him, but hesitation was settling within her. “Why the luxury, the camaraderie, the freedom? What do you hope to gain from this?“

The livid tone of her voice caused a draining sigh from the man. She watched him closely as she waited for a answer. The grimacing of his cheeks and chin, his refusal to look her straight in the eye and how his body gotten tense. She realized these signs, he has a secret that involves her and he’s not going to give it.

He laid his hands on her hips but didn’t try to move her. In fact, he allowed a bit of sincerity leak from him a she gave her a gentle smile. “ At this moment, to gaze at your beauty walnut skin in the sunset. Is that a problem or would you prefer me lock you away somewhere?”

“Stop mocking me!”.Her instincts took over and she swung the meta infused hand downward ,towards his chest, attempting to grate off some of his flesh. D’trine grabbed the hand before it collided with his skin, the power cutting into his hand as he did. Ignoring the pain, he rolled her over onto her back reversing their positions and saw the pain in her eyes, the struggle of not knowing what or why she’s here?

“Protection, you’re here to be safe. That’s all the truth you’re allowed, Xiomara.”

Hearing his reason and her name spoke with such care shook her heart. The meta she held dissipated with a slight poof, but neither cared. It was here that a current of affection was established.

Just as he was about to speak again she silenced him with a kiss, deep and full of emotion. She bit his chapped lips drawing blood before going back on to the floor.

“Don’t EVER say my name without consent; take that scarring kiss as reminder of that Kidnapper.” Her words clashed with her playful tone as she licked her lips, tasting his blood with a smile. It was invigorating to her.

She was caught off guard when the beastly man returned the kiss with just as much animalism as she did. She allowed him entrance into her mouth and the movements of his long thick tongue causing her knees to buckle as hel lift her off the floor and sat her upon his lap. The kiss ended with ragged breaths as the two glared at each other. Though their eyes held wanting and challenge, but no contempt.

“I’ll abide by your request Xio; you remember whose city this is.”

She gasp as she felt his grip on her hips and the sinking of his teeth into her collar bone causing her to suck in the breath she was still trying to catch from the previous action. She moaned deeply to the pain and pleasure holding him tightly in place; even through her leotard it felt skin to teeth. She smirked as his sent mixed with hers. It was overwhelming extraordinary to her senses. It was oil to the fire that was already in her. She was losing herself; she knew this. She didn’t give a damn!

*present*

“Damn it.” Xio couldn’t help but to curse herself as thoughts of what they did...The passion, the touching, the intimate, rhythmic actions .The panting and groaning each others names on that dojo sweaty floor. Their combined body pressure and heat...It never left her.

She would had chalked it up too the ‘high’ alone..but it was only their first bout with intimacy. While they kept it normal in public, they opened themselves in private, got to know each other, truly. Through physical and personal intimate interactions. She even allowed full permission to call her by her true name, signifying him as someone irreplaceable to her, by kurilian law.

"Not that it matters, I am in Parasino not Keri-Sintao."

She mimic his deep tone as she spoke, the reason why she isn't with him rising in her mind. An argument about a future he saw gleefully and she not as much. She couldn't just give up her home for this can she, for him? Not when he still won't tell why he stole her in the first place.

It was then she heard the door to her chambers opened and the man himself stood behind it. Her heart swelled at his visage.. Before she could greet him teasingly, he spoke.

"Xiomara."

She froze as he moved aside...revealing a shorter older man with her eyes. Her heart stopped as she pointed at him. D'trine nodding was all she needed.. the reason for her kidnapping. Supposedly five years dead was smirking at her, Her father.

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All The Best Hip-Hop Albums Released This Month

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There was a pleasant variety of rap dropped this month, with a theme of cult fanbases being fed with quality work they’ve desired for a while. Young Thug finally dropped another solo album with On The Rvn and Chicago represented with both Noname and Lupe Fiasco releasing some of the best albums of the year in Room 25 and Drogas Wave respectively. 6lack is also free again, finally delivering his sophomore project and opening up about label woes under Flo Rida that gave even more context to the struggles he explored on his poignant East Atlanta Love Letter. There was also new work from Brockhampton and Roc Marciano that will satisfy two divergent fanbases’ fervor for new music.

Young Thug, On The Rvn

300 Ent/Atl

Thankfully for everyone, this title isn’t literal. Days after a warrant was issued for his arrest on gun and drug charges, Thugger announced his On The Rvn project. But he didn’t take anyone on a chase, he offered another thrilling sonic ride for his rabid fanbase. The track engendering the most hysteria his cover of Elton John’s “Rocket Man” on the glorious “High,” where he croons with a grace even Sir Elton commended on his Apple radio show.

He also has another pair of collabs that aren’t quite as intergenerational, getting with 6lack on the guitar-driven “Climax” and Jaden Smith on the braggadocious “Sin.” Thug’s latest project wades in similar waters as his EBBTG album, which peers like Yung Bans and Gunna have clearly been inspired by, but Thugger is in own world, unencumbered by any inclinations to do anything other than what he wants.

Lupe Fiasco, Drogas Wave

1st & 15th

Lupe Fiasco has had a bit of a tumultuous ride through the industry, but that turmoil may be over, as he’s independent and releasing music strictly for his “core fans,” as he noted on Twitter. Enter Drogas Wave, a 24-track concept album that imagines a world where some of the Africans transported on slave ships jumped off them and lived underwater to roam the seas and destroy other slave ships. The premise is ambitious, but Lupe nails it in impressive fashion. His days of stifling his lyricism for mass appeal are over, as songs like “Manilla” and “Kings Nas” show off the array of skills that had him being called a “breath of fresh air” for hip-hop by Jay-Z. Lupe’s fans can breathe again, because he’s reinvigorated.

Wale, Free Lunch

MMG/Warner Bros

Much like Lupe Fiasco, Wale is letting his music do the talking these days. The DC artist is steadily building his buzz, and the discussion about him is no longer centered on where he ranks among MCs, or his dissatisfaction with how most people place him. It’s just about good music. In that regard, he gave us Free Lunch to enjoy, with a 5-track EP showing off his ability to work his magic over a range of productions and vibes.

He collaborates with J. Cole on “My Boy,” then takes it back to his essence on the Go-Go influenced “Dummies,” and “Ungrateful Thankful” �� which is simply too DC for the user with references to infamous hoods in the nation’s capital. He asserts that despite an influx of rising DMV artists, he’s “on top, really, coldest in my city, coldest in my county/Who’s messin’ with me?” The answer to that question dwindles with every strong showing from Wale.

Brockhampton, Iridescence

Question Everything / RCA Records

For a group as large as Brockhampton, It’s hard enough to get on the same page creatively, but after they excommunicated prominent member Ameer Vann after abuse allegations, they had to do more regrouping than usual on their follow up to All-American Trash. Luckily, they came through on Iridescence, a smorgasbord of musicality that properly weaves the group’s myriad sonic influences together.

“J’Oveurt” sounds like a deranged NERD composition, with a sinister bass and crisp percussion riling the crew to rhyme with fury. “San Marcos” is a soaring, optimistic pop ballad that rests almost divergent to songs like the Houston-influenced “Where The Cash At” and drum and bass of “Weight”. The popular phrase is to get you someone who can do both — or you can just be like Brockhampton and put together a team who can do everything.

Noname, Room 25

Noname

Chicago’s Noname fully funded and meticulously crafted Room 25, a soulful, reflective album that she said she put together in two weeks — after living life and finding inspiration in the interim since her debut mixtape, Telefone. Noname examines the breadth of experiences on the thoughtful album. The album picks up its stride with the stream-of-consciousness musings on “Blaxploitation” which not only displays her lyrical ability over a funky drum break but her knack for applying poignant social commentary to her everyday life. From the government’s culpability for her being an “insomni-Black,” to how “globalization scary and fuckin’ is fantastic” on the soulful “Ace” with Smino and Saba, she weaves a bevy of wisdom into her poetic rhymes.

The rest of the album showcases her spoken word-esque delivery over a range of rich, live instrumentation that she paid for on her own. In every sense of the word, Room 25 is all hers. We’re just lucky to pop it in and feel like it belongs to us as well for 35 minutes.

6lack, East Atlanta Love Letter

LVRN Records

After some label woes, 6lack is finally free to create and crafted a gorgeous East Atlanta Love Letter. The multi-talented, genre-bending rapper used various lush, murky sonic canvasses to delve deep and explore his meaning of struggle. Whether it’s confessional explorations of his fractured romantic relationships on “Ex Calling” or the struggle of being “tired,” but still able to “find the time, to care a little more about my rhymes, to care a little more about my peers, To think a little less about my fears, To care a little more about your ears,” as he brilliantly laid out on the anguished “Nonchalant.” We’re grateful for his artistic attentiveness, as he’s at his best when thoughtfully exploring his inner dialogue and welding hip-hop and R&B together in the most intriguing way possible for 14 tracks.

YBN, YBN The Mixtape

2018

The young bosses are ready to take the rap game by storm. This collective is defying the bounds of today’s demands for labels and crews to fit inside a niche. YBN Nahmir has the hitmaker factor in tow with catchy hooks, YBN Almighty Jay holds his own with braggadocious bangers, and YBN Cordae is able to flex with them while also showing off his lyrical chops. You probably can’t go around them with arguments pitting boom-bap and trap against each other because the trio is working together, co-existing in intriguing fashion.

The project centers YBN, but has a slew of features, from young upstarts Lil Skies on the playful “Think Twice” and Cuban Doll and Asian Doll on “Double Back,” to vets like Gucci Mane on the flashy “New Drip” and Wiz Khalifa on “Cake.” Most of the tracks follow the same format, with thunderous bass and catchy, blippy synth melodies. Cordae’s presence isn’t felt as heavily on the project, but he impresses on “Target,” which showcases his storytelling ability that harkens to hip-hop classics of the 80s and 90s.

G Perico, Guess What

So Way Out LLC

West Coast upstart G Perico is back with some new, dropping his Guess What mixtape last week. He starts off the project letting us know “sh*t going better than ever,” which is no surprise given his knack for gritty LA street tales over slappin’ beats. Whether he’s rapping about “playin to win” and lames on the piano-driven “All Nighter,” in a blue mood on “Wit The Gangstas,” or asking women “when you lay in the bed, do you think about me?” on the atmospheric “What You Thinkin,” G Perico is showing out. The track is another strong exhibition that should follow right up with YG’s Stay Dangerous and keep your W in the air.

Roc Marciano, Behold A Dark Horse

Decon / Man Bites Dog Records

Take that W and turn it to the side for New York’s Roc Marciano, who dropped his latest batch of slangology on Behold A Dark Horse, a 12-track showcase of abstract lyricism and storytelling over mystifying, head-nodding soundscapes. Take the self-produced “Diamond Cutter,” where he trades bars with Black Thought over a beat that sounds ripe for a ‘40s mystery film. Marciano is an acquired taste, cloaking his rhymes in a labyrinthic slang and nuggets of golden observation that can sound impenetrable to outsiders, but slowly intrigues over his soulful, hypnotizing tracks to the point where you’re playing back the sinister “Congo” over and over.

Get the album here.

Joey Purp, QUARTERTHING

Save Money

Joey Purp of Chicago’s Save Money collective dropped off the triumphant follow-up to 2016’s iiiDrops mixtape this month, showing off his lyrical versatility and why he’s one of a slew of names to watch in Chicago’s young hip-hop scene. Boasting collaborations with GZA and RZA (impressively on two different songs), the boisterous album shows him rhyming over dancefloor-ready tracks like “Elastic,” and “Aw Shit,” getting boisterous over like “Bag Talk,” “Karl Malone,” then gets gritty on “LeBron James,” where he talks about the wrong side of the streets. Some of the production was a bit too ambitious, but for the most part, Purp impressively commandeers the myriad production on a strong effort.

source https://uproxx.com/hiphop/best-hip-hop-albums-september-2018/

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mayacatmaster · 7 years

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September 12

The Sage continued:

I had entered another person, eager to witness the dream-state. I knew that I was perceiving an illusion. At the same time, I also perceived the present experience; though I was being carried away by the flood, I experienced joy. While observing the flood and the destruction caused by it, I reflected thus: "What cannot fate do? Even the three-eyed god is being crushed by this flood. In this flood, all the gods and the demons are being whirled around. These mountainous waves rise right up to the seat of Brahma the Creator. These waves look like elephants; they are as powerful as lions, and they seem to float in the sky like clouds. Even the protectors of this earth, along with their palaces and vehicles, fall into this flood and get drowned. The gods and the demons float in this flood together and hold onto one another. Because of the falling cities and the floating palaces, the waters of the flood appear to be solid walls. Even the sun has been overcome by this flood and the sun is being led into the netherworld. Only the knowers of the truth (the sages of self-knowledge) experience no sorrow at all; they see their bodies being borne down the stream, but without the false notion 'I am that body'. Helpless women are drowning. In this flood of cosmic dissolution, where all are being chewed by death, who can save whom? The entire universe now seems only to be an infinite ocean. Where are all the gods headed by Indra?"

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September 13

The hunter asked: Do such hallucinations arise even in such great ones like you, O sage? Does not the practice of meditation put an end to them? The Sage replied: Everything ceases at the end of a world-cycle. Some things come to an end gradually, while others end abruptly. Again, what has to happen will happen inevitably.

Moreover, with the advent of adversity, strength, intelligence, and vitality (radiance) are all adversely affected everywhere, at all times, even in the case of the great ones.

Lastly, what I described so far was but a dream. What is impossible or irreconcilable with a dream? Yet, it is important that I should narrate this dream-experience to you. Now, I shall tell you the truth. While I was thus witnessing this great flood of cosmic dissolution, I came upon the peak of a mountain. I got on top of it. The very next instant, the entire scene changed. I do not even know how the flood-waters disappeared. The whole earth was a mass of mud, in which the gods like Indra, and animals like elephants, were all sunk neck-deep. Soon I was overcome by fatigue and sleep. After this, though I remained in my own 'ojas', I still carried the psychological conditioning of the previous experience. After thus experiencing a sort of double-consciousness, when I awoke, I saw the mountain-peak in the other person's heart. On the second day, I saw the sunrise there. After this arose all other objects of the world. I tried to forget everything else, and to engage myself in my usual activity in that world. I said to myself, "I am sixteen years of age, these are my parents, etc." Then I saw a village and in it a hermitage. I began to live in that hermitage which became real to me; the memory of the previous experience began to fade; I considered the body to be my only hope. Wisdom was far from me. Vasana or mental conditioning was the very essence of my being, and I was devoted to wealth. I observed all my social and religious duties. I knew what to do, and what not to do. One day, a sage came to me as my guest. I entertained him well. At night, he told me a story. He described the limitless universe in detail, and concluded by saying that all that was the infinite consciousness. My own intelligence was awakened. At once, I remembered all the past, how I entered into anther's body, etc. I thought that the other person was the cosmic person, and tried to get out of it. I entered into that person's prana. Becoming one with it, I came out. Then I saw immediately in front of me my own body, seated in the lotus-posture, in a hermitage, attended to by disciples. According to these disciples, only an hour had passed after I entered into samadhi. The person into whose heart I had entered was another traveller, who was asleep. I did not tell all this to anyone, but quickly re-entered the heart of the sleeping person. In his heart, the cosmic dissolution had been completed. And the village in which I lived with my relatives had disappeared. Everything was ablaze with the fire of dissolution. I practised the wind-contemplation, and roamed in it.

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September 14

The Sage continued:

Though I was surrounded by that terrible fire there, I was not unhappy at all . When you know while dreaming that it is dream only, you are freed from even fire.

While I was investigating the nature of the fire, unaffected by it, because I knew the truth that it was dream, a dreadful heat-wave arose. In that gale, everything began to fly around and to get totally burnt. It was like the dance of destruction. I began to wonder: after all, all this is only a dream dreamt by me while I am living in someone else's heart. Why should I not get out of all this, instead of witnessing this suffering? The hunter asked: You had entered that person's heart in order to know what dream was. Why did you decide to pull out? Did you find out the truth? The Sage replied: To begin with, the creation has no cause for coming into being. Hence, neither the word 'creation' nor the object 'creation' are real. They do not exist. But this ignorance or unreality is also a notion which arises in consciousness or reality, and in consciousness or reality what exists (as 'creation') is obvious. I can only tell you the truth from the point of view of one in whom ignorance and foolishness have ceased; what is true from the point of view of the ignorant and the foolish, I do not know. The truth is: all this is pure consciousness, which pervades everything. Where is body, where is the heart, what is dream, where are water and flood, etc., where is awakening and the cessation of such awakening, where is birth, and where is death? There is only pure consciousness. In the presence of this consciousness, even the smallest and the subtlest of space appears macrocosmic. Spontaneously this consciousness 'thinks' for a moment, and the notion of the world arises, though it is still pure space. Just as in dream, only consciousness puts on various guises, and there are no cities, etc.; the world is pure consciousness only. For us, there is no appearance, nothing unreal or real, no space; but there is only one formless, beginningless, endless, non-dual infinite consciousness. Dream arises without any cause, and there is only the pure consciousness of the perceiver (without an independent object). Here, too, there is no cause, and therefore there is neither a subject nor an object; what exists is the pure consciousness or whatever it is, but it is pure experiencing which is non-dual and beyond description. Time is both existence and destruction; the seed is itself all that emerges out of it, right up to the flowers and the fruits. Even so Brahman is all this. Consciousness always shines pure. Just as during dreaming the dream has the quality of wakefulness, even so wakefulness is also of the nature of dream only. When all mental activity ceases, you are that which is.

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September 15

The hunter asked: Lord, who are affected by past karma, and who are not? The Sage replied: They who come into being at the very commencement of creation - like Brahma the creator - have no birth and no karma. To them, there is no notion of duality, no samsara, and no notions; their consciousness is pure. Surely, at the very beginning of creation, no one has any karma; for, before that, only the infinite and absolute Brahman existed. Therefore, at the beginning of creation, it was Brahman who manifested as the creation. Just as Brahma the creator and the others manifested at the beginning of creation, even so did countless jivas manifest then. But, they who consider themselves other than Brahman, consider themselves ignorant, and perceive duality. In their case, birth and karma arise of their own accord, because these beings lean on the unreality. But, in the case of those who do not thus consider themselves different from Brahman (like Brahma, Visnu, Diva, Shiva etc.), they are unaffected by karma. The infinite consciousness is absolutely pure. Brahman rests in himself. However, in it, there arises just a little notion of the jiva. Where this notion of jiva arises, there ignorance arises; that itself is considered as creation by the same consciousness. Of its own accord, consciousness awakens itself to its own true nature, and realises that it is, and has always been, Brahman. Water itself takes on the appearance of a whirlpool; Brahman itself takes on the appearance of this creation. This creation is manifest Brahman; it is neither a dream, nor a waking state reality. In that case, what is karma, to whom is it, and of how many types is it? In truth, there is no karma, no ignorance, no creation; all these notions arise only because of one's own experience. Brahman alone shines as creation, individual selves, karma, birth, and such other notions. Because it is the Lord, it experiences these notions as if they were true. In the beginning of creation, the jiva is not subject to any karma; after this, however, it gets involved in karma, on account of the notions it entertains. What is the body or personality of a whirlpool, and what is its karma? It is water, and even so is everything Brahman.

The persons seen in a dream have no past karma. Even so, the jivas that arose in the beginning of creation have no karma, because they are pure consciousness.

It is only when one becomes firmly rooted in the notion of this world-appearance as the reality, that the notion of karma arises. Then the jivas roam here, bound by their karma. If it is realised that this creations itself is no-creation, and that Brahman alone exists, then where is karma, whose is karma, and who belongs to that karma? Karma exists only in ignorance; the moment right knowledge arises, karma ceases to bind.

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