1. |
Struff
03:46
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2. |
Place to Be
05:29
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V1:
Politicking timebomb, cro magnon ions--
Age-old truths that we distort and then rely on--
Pious pythons prey on veins of doubt
While the whole of humankind tries to work it out.
Words and shouts! All maneuvers evasive;
Hate so contagious, the traits of the ancients,
And clout we’ve saved for the forward--
All else reported, twisted contorted:
Prechorus:
The pomp and their war words,
The stomp of the poorest,
The rich who ignore it,
A justice retort denied!
Run and hide to a place
That is in my mind...
Chorus:
There’s a place that I’d like to go
Where the sun sets fast and the night moves slow;
A frame of mind in a frequency,
Where the rhythm of life rolls naturally.
There’s a place that I’d like to know
Where heaven and hell are stories untold;
A humankind with no history,
Where the place you are’s the place to be.
(There’s a place that is in my mind,)
(There’s a place that is in my mind)--
V2:
Apocalypse pursed tightly, gamma bursts brightly
The smell of chaos in the morn--so inviting,
Tepid typing topples time itself
While hellacious hominids harbor all the health
Crime and wealth, both genres rejected
Hate gets collected, the vie for invective
Leaves clout; the politically untoward
Backwards and forwards, the horror! The horror!
Prechorus:
The pomp and their war words,
The stomp of the poorest,
The rich who ignore it,
A justice retort denied!
Run and hide to a place
That is in my mind...
Chorus:
There’s a place that I’d like to go
Where the sun sets fast and the night moves slow;
A frame of mind in a frequency,
Where the rhythm of life rolls naturally.
There’s a place that I’d like to know
Where heaven and hell are stories untold;
A humankind with no history,
Where the place you are’s the place to be.
There’s a place that I’d like to go…
There’s a place that I’d like to know...
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3. |
Drip
05:39
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Drip
V1:
A new day, a new moon; a new answer to the question, “Why?”
A lunar vagabond trekking European skies
So impolite in my more selfish day
Pray collusion with the moss, persuade the rock remains
This intrepid traveller, in tune with ancient battlers...
Archimedes’ treatise; heat the seas become the addler
The King Rattler: D.J.C. J.D. Salinger
Kairos and catharsis in an inequivalent caliber…
Mark your calendar--a challenger approaches,
A vascular ambassador puts atmosphere in focus--
Clarity in doses… oh, psychosis free-form!
Meiosis, apoptosis--oh, it’s hopeless just to be born!
Diagnosis: be warned; we form opinions…
We form societies, we form religions…
We form the reform! We ignore the prisons!
Be more or bleed more before the end is.
(Be more or bleed more before the end is…)
V2:
Well right here is my playground, my words have had to stay bound
See lyrically, empirically, I’m seriously très wound
Feverishly make sounds--devilishly disheveled--
Yeah, apathy’s a path for me--god damn, we’re all rebels
God damn, we’re all pebbles even if we’re all stoned!
God damn--she got me thinkin’ that her mind is her own.
No--I ain’t your keeper. No hands held...
Take hypocrisy and honesty and I’m a nice meld.
Now process, digest, pick the fruit at its ripest
Stay steady, the tide must not just aim at the righteous
The wicked, the peace--the victory has ceased
The rise of the yeast, but you can’t cage the beast
When discerned from the burden, the curtain of certain,
Ambitious discouraged, the courage to flourish
Must not be impaired--the words of resurgence
Must not be prepared--be cautious of the urgent.
(Always be cautious of the urgent...)
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4. |
Clint Eastwood
07:11
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I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
Yeah, ha-ha
Finally, someone let me out of my cage
Now time for me is nothing 'cause I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there
Now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs
And I'm under each snare
Intangible
Bet you didn't think so I command you to
Panoramic view
Look, I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose
Sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes
Who you think is really kickin' tunes?
Picture you gettin' down in a picture tube
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional?
Mystical? Maybe
Spiritual
Hero who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy
Lifeless
To those the definition for what life is
Priceless
To you because I put you on the hype shit
You like it?
Gun smokin' righteous with one toke
You're psychic among those
Possess you with one go
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future (that's right) is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
The essence, the basics
Without, did you make it?
Allow me to make this
Child-like in nature
Rhythm
You have it or you don't, that's a fallacy
I'm in them
Every sprouting tree
Every child of peace
Every cloud and sea
You see with your eyes
I see destruction and demise (that's right)
Corruption in disguise
From this fuckin' enterprise
Now I'm sucked into your lies
Through Russel, not his muscles but percussion he provides
For me as a guide
Y'all can see me now 'cause you don't see with your eye
You perceive with your mind
That's the inner
So I'ma stick around with Russ' and be a mentor
Bust a few rhymes so motherfuckers remember where the thought is
I brought all this
So you can survive when law is lawless (right here)
Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead
No squealing, remember that it's all in your head
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
My future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
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5. |
Half Pages
05:40
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Half Pages
V1:
I got nothin’; empty, empty lovin’.
I sit and write forced, antiquated songs hummin’...
I’m at the end of the rope my wits were tied to;
I died to the idea that I died too...
I dyed through: my colors bled.
Irrational consumption inside my head; I start
Half pages: make empty promises.
If words are metaphors, then what defines what honest is?
My apologist needs to do some writing—
I’m too busy tryin’ to figure out the right thing,
And rhyming?! There goes the neighborhood!
Why strive for greatness when subpar is good?
Chorus:
Mediocre lines going through my head
I just don’t give a fuck
Don’t walk away when it’s time to stay
I just don’t give a fuck
V2:
Now here’s something: an inkling of lovin’
Hit hard 16, feel my heartbeat thumpin’
Ironic consumption’s the deal we strive for
Take but make nothing’s a deal to die for—
A season, a phase; the fog through the haze;
And there’s a reason for night and day.
The kiln and the clay, no answers just ways,
And who knows? We might find it in a page;
With a burst of verses, all writ with purpose,
The calm become incredible and burst the nervous.
The first to flourish, who curse lip service
The buoyant, clairvoyant, mixed with hip-hop pureness...
Chorus:
Mediocre lines going through my head
I just don’t give a fuck
Don’t walk away when it’s time to stay
I just don’t give a fuck
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6. |
Time Has Flown
09:27
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Time Has Flown
V1:
Time has flown, and I’m leaving home
It’s hard to crack a smile.
Fireworks when I return,
But I’m gone for quite a while…
I’m sinking low, why do I go
Chasing all my fears?
If I come back, and you are gone,
Well I’d think of you for years…
Chorus:
I swear, I’m running around here!
Take care while I’m running around here...
I swear, I’m running around here!
And I swear…
V2:
Take me back to outer space
A taste of what awaits.
And I sink as we begin to rise,
And in a blink the illusion dies,
And then I think I’m headed towards the skies...
I’m on the brink of catastrophic highs!
And I’ll rest when I’m dead!
This is the hour of lead,
But don’t let it go to your head...
Chorus:
I swear, I’m running around here!
And take care while I’m running around here...
I swear, I’m running around here!
And I swear…
(Solo)
Chorus:
I swear, I’m running around here!
Take care while I’m running around here...
I swear, I’m running around here!
And I swear…
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