legit crying rn like not crying but my face is leaking like wow this fella here.. hes on tv on "are you afraid of the dark" like fuck man he did his passion and it worked for him and the acceptance of the audience fuck i cant see the letters on my keyboard
@devildude09 Rafa was hosting the bout, not on a youth team (13-19yo). He is far too old & decrepit for that! It is tradition for the slam hosts to perform a piece at the end of the bout, which is what this was.
damn mayn! You cannot be topped! Can't describe how...impactful your work is. I've always wondered; How does it feel when you say something that makes people go whoa?
If I could hunt in my heart, be the marksmen and k** any of my parts I would just wait in the dark and lock the target on my ego. I'm hunting for my ego I'm taking on my ego cause I blame it on my ego. I went hunting last night. Fatigued and humble robed, long range rifle pressed against my shoulder and a f**ing Hubble scope. I'm k**ing anything that's in here and need a deadens see, cause last night I swear my ego tried to put an end to me. I brought fame as bait, I placed it in the field where I plant my dreams, to grow and await ghosts that play games with my life to pull up in their limousines. They are stars in my persona, celebrities in my seams the darkest parts of my process much like the itch to fiends. I have a shopping list of heads I wanna bleed, eat and bury where the coffin be. I wanna body my ego and my misogyny, my image and my hypocrisy , tonight there ain't no stopping me, see they already did too much to just come fix it with apologies and I must admit I'm scared sh**less to hunt the parts inside of me I fear inside my heart and I'm just noticing how dark it gets in here but never mind I am focused piece is loaded keep the plan, If I don't blow this I might have some hope of being a decent man… from my hiding spot I just repeat my chant, "Here I am, If I could hunt in my heart, be the marksmen and k** any of my parts I would just wait in the dark and lock the target on my ego. I'm hunting for my ego I'm taking on my ego cause I blame it on my ego." So from my darkest parts comes misogyny first, he walks like a pimp, chin up, dick in hand, one leg short gives him his limp, he spots fame in the field, to him this means hoes, I see the thoughts of getting p**y creeping right up in his nose, puts his temple in the crosshatch but before then, before I got him centered, I hear someone else coming so I wait in the dark, to see who enters, it's my image, young son so confused a Frankenstein, low brim, notebook walking, while spit a rhyme spit a poem, spit some game, spit whatever they wanna hear, and until I know myself I guess he'll always look unclear. Him and misogyny they lock eyes, look down at fame with hungry bellies, their mouths are salivating even though this meal ain't healthy, but before I can decide who I would rather pick off first, from the darkness dressed in hooded robe, I seen my ego emerge, tall, dark, and ugly like a lurch glowing eyes, and loud footsteps, guess my ego has to make itself known when it arrives, making eyes curve so in my scope I observe, feeling angry cause my ego's position so undeserved, I push the brace against my shoulder, around the trigger my finger curves, “I got you muthaf**a” I think as I prepare my nerves, the bullets eager and the chambers just waiting for the word, but as I'm about to pull the trigger I see that my ego's a her. I wasn't ready for it, k**ing women ain't my thing, but I think of all the times she made me question self-esteem. Then it made sense to me that she'd be female, cause a man's ego often equates consequences from that detail, can't seem week in front of a woman their s** is our initiation into men so it only makes sense that my ego stems from a woman's expectation. The three of them started fighting, my image pushing misogyny yelling something about stay out of his writing, ego steps in front of him saying but misogyny is how you're surviving, misogyny starts telling ego b**h learn your place I'm what your both derived from. And I'm wondering to myself why my heart gives them asylum, My crosshairs have crossed each other, I can't focus who I'm slaying, And they are looking so familiar like they all have some relation, but I been hesitating too long I knew I should have been more careful, and suddenly I feel something come up behind me against my head I feel a barrel. f**. I didn't even need to turn around to know who got the drop on me, it's the only thing that would ever shoot itself, my very own hypocrisy, He whispers in my ear, “you shoot any of them and you won't survive, that humble sh** won't keep you safe when other people's ego's are hunting you outside. And when some girl rejects you how you gon' keep that pride if misogyny don't write her off as just some b**h for you and image don't help you up back to your stride”. And my heart is getting smaller and darker by the minute, so the walls are pushing me closer to image and image closer to ego and ego creeps close to misogyny and if they get me there will be no chance of maintaining my honesty, hypocrisy suddenly pushes me out of the grapevine and the light for some hang time to my darkest parts and they stop fighting and they spot me at the same time. I'm surrounded but they don't even flinch, and it makes sense cause they can't see me, when they come out of me this me doesn't even exist, and I can't move, punching anyone would be a bit egotistic, and if I could, to hit my ego first would then be misogynistic, thus making me quite the hypocrite, at least in regards to my image. So I stand there like a scarecrow wondering how this will finish, hypocrisy keeps the gun on me as they retreat, one by one they vanish but this won't be the last we meet. They hold me down when I am down, their company is sweet, but pops said “Who you are in life reflects the company you keep”. So I creep, load my rifle with the hope that I'm worth redeeming, and point it at anything I see in me that should be leaking cause if you leave them there too long eventually you will just be them, better look inside yourself and ask if it is hunting season, while you're still true, cause eventually you will lose, so search inside your heart and shoot down the darkest parts before they k** you.
notice i like the raps and shit, but i kept askin myself "why do I care?" as i was listening to this. No hate but it feels too cliche for me. One of my like top fav songs is by this dude so dont spam your bitch mail to me im just beggin for more.
his metaphors are so fucking insane , love this dude
I watch this about 2-3 times a year and it still gives me the chills...
X
Me too bro...
9 years later and these words are still better than anything out there by the "Top Artists"....
I literally listened to this hundreds of time and each time I hear something new that makes me love this even more.
They're showing encouragement and praise, so I actually really like it. It's also quieter than clapping and shouting.
God, I love this man. I adore his raps and music, but I so need more poetry out. He's so amazing.
You’re amazing
Yes I did just like every comment so they can come back and see this again after 8,10,9,3 years
You give the word "GREAT" a new meaning!!
legit crying rn like not crying but my face is leaking like wow this fella here.. hes on tv on "are you afraid of the dark" like fuck man he did his passion and it worked for him and the acceptance of the audience fuck i cant see the letters on my keyboard
Listened to this like literally 1000 times over the last 5 years
13 years later & this still slaps
Bless the words that dance from his mouth.
we backkk
I have listened to this so many times over the years. I always find new things in it.
same here, this is one i keep returning to every now once in a while
October 2022. Still the truth
This should have way more views than it does!
I love this poem. He did an amazing job speaking it.
Whats up everyone, thank you for these amazing comments and support! You can hear more about what I am doing at getrafael (and then a dot) com
"Who you are in life reflects the company you keep"
Dude that is ice cold f***ing brilliantly written!
Thank you for the dot, mi hermano -- looking now a decade later bc your stuff is fresh still fresh like that 🎉
He always reminded me of Brennan Savage but there is no comparing. Rafael is an amazing artist (poet/actor)
gave me chills bro
Gets me every time
Wonderful word play 😍😍😍😍
i love this peom !
2:19 "Come on!" Lol the funniest thing ever 😂
this guy is soo amazing!
Brilliant!! This man can write. Easily one of my favorites
mind blowing
"I like that, I enjoyed that thoroughly!"
great poem, so deep
This is honestly one of the greatest poems about the true male Experience and growth I wish every man could hear this
"I'M hunting for MY ego" think about it.
Love him one of my favs
I miss this version of Rafael
real talk
What do you mean??
I have 'goosechills'
and I'm speachless
ayyye
amazing writer
almost beyond my comprehension, but yet so close to my reality
Word.
and this comment was made at around a minute into this video.
gets really deep. props.
EPICly awesome; LOVE his words
Talent...
This is a masterpiece
You are amazing. Making me rethink humanity
Amazing.
This. I love this. There is nothing more brave and amazing as when someone is open about the dark things he sees in himself.
can somebody write this down
wow, just got a whole new level of respect and love for you bro. Keep it up...
deep. I looooove him! (:
Unreal.
These are my kind of people!! ^-^
DANG!!!!!!
Amazin' this straight dope
@devildude09 Rafa was hosting the bout, not on a youth team (13-19yo). He is far too old & decrepit for that! It is tradition for the slam hosts to perform a piece at the end of the bout, which is what this was.
damn mayn! You cannot be topped! Can't describe how...impactful your work is. I've always wondered; How does it feel when you say something that makes people go whoa?
good God
Truth..thats what it is..
If I could hunt in my heart, be the marksmen and k** any of my parts I would just wait in the dark and lock the target on my ego. I'm hunting for my ego I'm taking on my ego cause I blame it on my ego.
I went hunting last night.
Fatigued and humble robed, long range rifle pressed against my shoulder and a f**ing Hubble scope.
I'm k**ing anything that's in here and need a deadens see,
cause last night I swear my ego tried to put an end to me.
I brought fame as bait, I placed it in the field where I plant my dreams,
to grow and await ghosts that play games with my life to pull up in their limousines.
They are stars in my persona, celebrities in my seams
the darkest parts of my process much like the itch to fiends.
I have a shopping list of heads I wanna bleed, eat and bury where the coffin be.
I wanna body my ego and my misogyny, my image and my hypocrisy ,
tonight there ain't no stopping me,
see they already did too much to just come fix it with apologies
and I must admit I'm scared sh**less to hunt the parts inside of me I fear inside my heart
and I'm just noticing how dark it gets in here
but never mind I am focused piece is loaded keep the plan,
If I don't blow this I might have some hope of being a decent man…
from my hiding spot I just repeat my chant,
"Here I am, If I could hunt in my heart, be the marksmen and k** any of my parts
I would just wait in the dark and lock the target on my ego.
I'm hunting for my ego I'm taking on my ego cause I blame it on my ego."
So from my darkest parts comes misogyny first,
he walks like a pimp, chin up, dick in hand, one leg short gives him his limp,
he spots fame in the field, to him this means hoes,
I see the thoughts of getting p**y creeping right up in his nose,
puts his temple in the crosshatch but before then, before I got him centered,
I hear someone else coming so I wait in the dark, to see who enters,
it's my image, young son so confused a Frankenstein,
low brim, notebook walking, while spit a rhyme spit a poem, spit some game, spit whatever they wanna hear,
and until I know myself I guess he'll always look unclear.
Him and misogyny they lock eyes, look down at fame with hungry bellies,
their mouths are salivating even though this meal ain't healthy,
but before I can decide who I would rather pick off first,
from the darkness dressed in hooded robe, I seen my ego emerge,
tall, dark, and ugly like a lurch glowing eyes, and loud footsteps,
guess my ego has to make itself known when it arrives,
making eyes curve so in my scope I observe,
feeling angry cause my ego's position so undeserved,
I push the brace against my shoulder, around the trigger my finger curves,
“I got you muthaf**a” I think as I prepare my nerves,
the bullets eager and the chambers just waiting for the word,
but as I'm about to pull the trigger I see that my ego's a her.
I wasn't ready for it, k**ing women ain't my thing,
but I think of all the times she made me question self-esteem.
Then it made sense to me that she'd be female,
cause a man's ego often equates consequences from that detail,
can't seem week in front of a woman their s** is our initiation into men so it only makes sense that my ego stems from a woman's expectation.
The three of them started fighting,
my image pushing misogyny yelling something about stay out of his writing,
ego steps in front of him saying but misogyny is how you're surviving,
misogyny starts telling ego b**h learn your place I'm what your both derived from.
And I'm wondering to myself why my heart gives them asylum,
My crosshairs have crossed each other, I can't focus who I'm slaying,
And they are looking so familiar like they all have some relation,
but I been hesitating too long I knew I should have been more careful,
and suddenly I feel something come up behind me against my head I feel a barrel.
f**.
I didn't even need to turn around to know who got the drop on me,
it's the only thing that would ever shoot itself, my very own hypocrisy,
He whispers in my ear, “you shoot any of them and you won't survive, that humble sh** won't keep you safe when other people's ego's are hunting you outside. And when some girl rejects you how you gon' keep that pride if misogyny don't write her off as just some b**h for you and image don't help you up back to your stride”.
And my heart is getting smaller and darker by the minute,
so the walls are pushing me closer to image and image closer to ego and ego creeps close to misogyny and if they get me there will be no chance of maintaining my honesty,
hypocrisy suddenly pushes me out of the grapevine
and the light for some hang time to my darkest parts and they stop fighting and they spot me at the same time.
I'm surrounded but they don't even flinch,
and it makes sense cause they can't see me,
when they come out of me this me doesn't even exist,
and I can't move, punching anyone would be a bit egotistic,
and if I could, to hit my ego first would then be misogynistic,
thus making me quite the hypocrite,
at least in regards to my image.
So I stand there like a scarecrow wondering how this will finish,
hypocrisy keeps the gun on me as they retreat,
one by one they vanish but this won't be the last we meet.
They hold me down when I am down, their company is sweet,
but pops said “Who you are in life reflects the company you keep”.
So I creep, load my rifle with the hope that I'm worth redeeming, and point it at anything I see in me that should be leaking cause if you leave them there too long eventually you will just be them, better look inside yourself and ask if it is hunting season, while you're still true, cause eventually you will lose, so search inside your heart and shoot down the darkest parts before they k** you.
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anyone know how he did in BNV that year?
@MeSmorez
same time different perspective obviously more than one person recording in that place
DDAAAMMMNNNNN
i agree but when it comes to poetry, you snap instead of clapping
How Does He Think Of This Stuff
:)
an anti-ego poem written in the first person.
i wish ppl would not snap, i mean just wait till he ends ppl wanna hear him not ur fingers foreal.
Fucking A Raphael!!! And your Barbie and Ken 101 is fucking brilliant. Keep it up bro, and let the world know where and when you're slammin
YOUR A BEAST BRO; however that snapping shit has to stop lol. I fuckin hate when ppl snap. Anywayz you are mad good man never stop
Imagine if they were clapping.
i think ive just been mind fucked.
What woman wouldnt love him???
Fucking stop clicking!
I wish they would stop moaning and shit in the background and just listen...damn. But anyway, i love this guy's poetry. So talented.
notice i like the raps and shit, but i kept askin myself "why do I care?" as i was listening to this.
No hate but it feels too cliche for me.
One of my like top fav songs is by this dude so dont spam your bitch mail to me im just beggin for more.
stop that annoyin ass snapping in poetry readings lol