1. |
The Beautiful Truth
02:42
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Instrumental is the song “Beat One” by Ratatat
Recorded at The Growroom in September of 2009
I can split the fabric of time as though it was linen
I can tell a man lies like there ain’t such thing as forgiveness
I can smoke so much like there ain’t cancer
I can ask so much, there ain’t enough answers
It seems as though no matter the number of rungs in my rope ladder
There’ll never be a day I can touch the sun
It seems as though no matter the number of drugs in my veins
There’ll never be a day when the whole thing’s done
Even though my mind’s more narrow than a crack pipe
My ears pick up so much beauty, but I lack sight
In fact, right about now I could use a little motivation
But every opportunity I’ve ever been given I abused
So I’ll take what little I receive
And imagine it was gold, and stretch my arm to achieve the dream
I’ve always got a reach for
And the prerequisites that I always seem to ignore
And if I won enough money to feed the planet
I’d write Earth in my will, and commit suicide the next day
And on the day I’m buried beneath the granite
All I want on my tombstone is a chiseled microphone and my full name
They always say you can’t take money with you when you die
What they forget, is neither can you take your pride
So I just inhale oxygen and do what I love doing
Writing rhymes over beats while I’m hard shrooming
The money I’m accruing won’t ever hold me back
The money I’m accruing won’t ever change the facts
Because you can change the future but you always got the same past
My name will always remain _____ _______
People say I have a lack of emotions
The pen I’m holding always tends to weep more than me
I love music so much that it’s wrong
And if I could express myself better, I wouldn’t have to write these fucking songs
They always say I got a one track mind
But if it weren’t for the music I listen to, I’d be a completely different guy
So fuck you, love me or hate
I wish they did but nobody seems to do either
I wish we could put an age limit on time
I wish I wasn’t the only person alive who could read my mind
I wish peace could become more than just a concept
Because, from what I read in the dictionary, it sounds pretty dope
I’m trying to cope with everything in this crazy world
They say word of mouth is good, but I’d rather have a mouth of words
I wish I could make the world better
And if I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to live forever
I’ve been called beautiful and ugly, girlish and a man
An idiot and a genius, so I don’t really know who I am
I love music, and that’s all I can really tell you
And for what it’s worth, that means a lot to me
And that’s the beautiful truth
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2. |
Daymare
03:45
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Beat produced by Apollo
Recorded at The Growroom in September of 2009
Picking up these words with a forked tongue
A warped sun displays existence suffering from the war guns
I play stupid and aim cupid’s arrows at opposites
Hoping to off-course love’s beautiful plan
A view of a hand holding magnificence
I can’t imagine possibly
Calling me to a dark place, then following me back home
And sleeping under my bed amongst with the shadows
It’s not pain, and it’s not angst
So what’s the awful thing in my stomach I’m pushing up against?
I don’t even understand the questions I meander
I can achieve the goals if I can override the slander
I’m a peaceful man, but approach guilt in the opposite manner
And sip from innocence to help the cottonmouth
I realize perfection is a flaw, and I embrace that
With the same arms that end with hands that have held my mom’s hands and cocaine sacks
The say money is the root of all evil
Then I guess man must be the tree
And if it is true that life has a sequel
Then maybe I should just quit my dreams
Following puff to a bad place in hopes of a good taste
But streets scream of being worn
More than clothes in Paris Hilton’s wardrobe
And so I write rhymes as odes to reality
Insanity stapled to my damaged vanity
Screaming to the sky, like “damn it, can it be possible that this is happening?”
Cigarettes burn slow like my patience on this globe
Sometimes I sit and think so hard and still
I live amongst the gnomes
Let it be told and written in stone that
Imaginative cabooses are designed to derail
And some plans are simply destined to fail
Like crack addicts taking fat rails
To impale their brains and impair themselves
I hold my pride upon the shelves of my achievements
But thoughts are the closest thing I have to trophies yo
And I mean this
The say money is the root of all evil
Then I guess man must be the tree
And if it is true that life has a sequel
Then maybe I should just quit my dreams
I roll like a wheel getting props near
With apathy attached to the spreading cropped fear
I manifest positivity and filter the smiles
A man whose best guess would be to be the lifter of tiles
No emotional motive that’s clearly visible
No devotional quota that’s nearly divisible
Hid a bull inside of the eye of the hurricane
With her to blame, it’s no wonder you feel so invincible
You don’t need to hold a child’s hand as he dies to know what’s happening
Truth…
I ain’t been around the world, but I’ve been around the block
I ain’t seen everything, but I’ve seen enough to talk
I got experience, but some not to be shared
Cuz I’d prefer not to have the entire public aware of my daymares
Wish I could say “hey there” to everyone with a smile
And ratio the separate sides of my mind in a respectable style
The say money is the root of all evil
Then I guess man must be the tree
And if it is true that life has a sequel
Then maybe I should just quit my dreams
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3. |
The Return
03:11
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Beat is from the song “The Return” by Brand Nubian, prod. by DJ Premier
Recorded at The Growroom in October of 2009
It’s the return
I don’t turn circular tables, I’m burning the fables
Unstable when linked up to a mic cable
While other emcees fumble their weak deliverance
I’m steady heating up beats to degrees, where they burn like this
I alleviate halos to higher tensions
Intending to blend in with the frank spectacle bending of time
I’m sending the rhymes through the mic into the flame
Bashing the weak charades to light up, only to fade
My momma told me there’d be days like this
When the clouds shroud the sun
Giving the illusion it just begun
I can’t relate to being poor or abused
I’ve simply succumbed to listening to horrible news
My horrible views have charred my scarred optics
Allowing my presence to be heightened via when I rock this
Knocking this, subtly stopping whack shit from oddly shocking this rap game
I slap my name all over the place
I’ve never wanted to hit kids; I’ve only wanted to hit bongs
I’ve never dropped classes, but I’ve dropped acid
I watched the flame swallow the wick
I can’t count the hours I spent tripping shit in a mirror
I fear my intentions are irrational
Loosening my fission so I can listen without bother
I got heart, but it skips more than it palpitates
This heart places drips in random locations, and it’s irate
My fate might not be what I wish it was
So I wish I could retain my confidence and dance with the slugs
Prance with the hugs
Pop caps till I can’t tell comfort from pain
And eat shrooms until my brain unplugs and I go insane
I’m a mortal with a dream that’s out my reach
A skinny index finger and fulfilled will to teach
I feel my guilt strangling the pride I earn
Burning worse than a canoed blunt yo
It’s the return
I see it all through the nights and the days
I read it all, both the sides of the pages
I’m sick of it, its hope blistering
I’d whisper it but the problem is you ain’t listening
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4. |
Only
03:40
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Beat produced by SCGS99 & DC
Recorded at The Growroom in October of 2009
“And now friends, our guest of the day.
A man whose work on stage, screen, radio and recordings
Has made him one of the greatest popular singers of our time”
I’m not that star up there open for you to see
I’m just an elusive moon of Jupiter waiting on gravity
The clocks could all stop working but time would still fly
The rocks could all stop rolling, but hills would still slope
I’m just a plain man trying to spit dope
But I only seem to be hitting it, so
I want to follow my hopes
And reach a level higher than the spacecrafts and astronauts
And evolve to every positive aspect that I’m not
I want to hold a mic with pride and hear the people cheer
And spit with the confidence that my words are pleasing people’s ears
But right now, I only got my best to give
And I’m living with it and giving it all I got
So if I’m not the dopest on Van Island than know this
Can’t no swagger or chains capture my focus
I’m sprouting new branches for the children to climb
So I can lie back, spark a fatty and smile
I’m burning my wits, mixing it with the salvia hit
Furthering the momentum of which I gain lift
The tables have torn more drastic than a Premo track
Back-winding the findings to chase the evil past
I don’t leave breadcrumbs, I follow my footsteps
So when my size 15 stamps the Earth it births my last breath
And when my confidence cripples my spine
Is when I’ll put down the mic
And fight my own mind until it decides to fight back
And I want you to know
I only showed you attention cuz I thought you would grow
You deserve to be aware in the core (that I don’t need you)
You only held the cup while I poured
(On and on and on and on and on…)
You only held the cup while I poured (I don’t need you)
You only held the cup while I poured
When I was young I built a tree house trying to hug the sun
My first real experience with a goal that’ll never be done
Life is like a puzzle, but I’ve lost a few pieces
Call me a pessimist, cuz I don’t know what peace is
And recently I’ve been fiending for lack of normalcy
Completing the perfect circle, hurting my identity
I was counting sheep when suddenly a shot rang in the distance
And domino effect blessed a dead wreck of animals before my very eyes
Oh the “Lord” don’t exist or my OCD wouldn’t either
So I stand still and take a fat hit and take a breather
And I don’t try to be a pleaser
You can’t impress everyone on the world neither
I love my action figure, and I love my music, and I love my friends
And those three things to the very end
Fuck money
It’s just commercialized hatred vacated inside of a hand to bring confidence to a weak man
I stand with vertical spine curving to destiny’s verdict
You heard it from the mouth that spoke a guilty hurt trip
I’m the water-based life form from the rigid polar
That’s frigid beneath the whole earth with acid behind his molars
“Why is it melting!?” I want to write, but I can’t hold my pencil
Aligning the sky’s connect-the-dots as a stencil
And these questions surfacing are more confusing than numbers
A rugged frame surfacing my blame, winding inside the blunder
My thundering wonder of mysticism is ballooning
Holding the light underneath the pain I am spooning (nope!)
I got self discipline, and I know which edge is sharper
So I can tip-toe across fields imagined with a permanent marker
iEarth is not another wheel turning, it’s not anything burning
It’s just a fragile imagination
Creating my own emotions with a gentle touch
Coveting the things I love with a simple love
And it’s sickening, y’all
And I want you to know
I only showed you attention cuz I thought you would grow
You deserve to be aware in the core (that I don’t need you)
You only held the cup while I poured
(On and on and on and on and on…)
You only held the cup while I poured (I don’t need you)
You only held the cup while I poured
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5. |
Spare A Match
03:04
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Beat produced by Apollo, additional synths by St. Kelly
Recorded at The Growroom in November of 2009
I built myself a house of matches
But when I went to light my pipe
My house caught aflame, and now I’m feeling cold during these nights
I have nowhere to go except inside my own insecurities
So could you spare a match so I could restart building this city?
I mean, I hate to sound greedy
But right now I’m placing my own concerns before the necessities of the needy
And I don’t care how people interpret what I say
Because I’m really the only person who can fully relate to what I say
I’m just a pupae with a moth trapped inside
Sitting with a will to expand my wings and learn to fly
But right now, my shell’s limiting the expansions of my mind…
I nearly had it, but then I awoke
Another acid reflux spasm, another passed out hoe
Another relief labeled a joke
Another warm spirit left to sniffle alone inside the cold
Just another hole getting bigger as it implodes
And I mean, I’m not from a broken home
I’ve never forcefully been admitted to broken bones
And I’m pretty sure I even got a still intact soul
So why am I so affected by this collection of broken hope?
And I could say I’ve seen a lot, but I’d be lying
But I still think it’s bad to see disaster bloom from a third view perspective
I observe with couth
You ask me “what’s wrong with lying?”
I tell you “what’s wrong with the truth.”
I just write music and morbidly wait
For something beautiful to amalgamate from my mistakes
I don’t believe in religion, God is a coward
And I believe in myself before any higher power
The universe is just a black nothing sprayed with dots
And each dots harbours a different reality
And ever so emphatically
I treat my emotions like shoestrings, tightening my sanity
Getting trapped inside the loopholes
I like to vice my opinions in song so there’s no talking back
Quite honestly, it comforts me
And I know I got a weak backbone, but it stiffens when I assert it
To assemble my courage in necessary situations
And blame, well who am I to place?
When my constant need for joint breaks puts me in last place
I’m cold and my layers are shedding
And these undetained thoughts are beginning to swell
I used to have a house until the day I toked some weed
And I missed my ashtray
And now I’m living on these side streets
I’m so cold and alone, and I want a home
And there’s no catch
So do you think you could spare a match?
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6. |
I Don't Care
04:02
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Beat produced by LabMatik
Recorded at The Growroom in December of 2009
I hop along to the hip, with a motion sparked by my devotion
Flowing with a current like the ocean
This is a toast to the realness
And I can feel this air in my lungs
But when it hits you like acid, your brain will reverse backwards
Along with your hat to symbolize the respect I once had for you
But dude, what the fuck just happened?
I got millions of words but only one way to be rapping
Do you need an equation for two to be equal
You got to stick it and bump, like a heroine needle
The feeble minded always tried it
Biting my lines when I’m rhyming
My timing is keeping the game hot like proper wool designing
I drop more bars than Tetris, you get this?
You can’t test this like a Scantron
I bet this style that your aiming ain’t attaining the respect you want to get
Well you should grow some intellect
I don’t care what the people say
I just want to go when the sequel plays
Straight to the top in an equal way
I don’t want to sample that evil taste
I’m rocking the underground like earthworms
Witnessing while the world burns
Dashing with rhymes so fast it’ll reverse the way the earth turns
I’m churning dope rhymes out of my mind at the speed of light
I’m out of this world with spitting; I’m kicking it with the satellites
I bring the organized sound to massage your mental and spark dope lines
That’ll leave you surprised and squinting like an oriental
I bend tools using my vocab like a flame torch
I contort my vocal chords to form words, weaving your brain sore
I might just make you believe
Apollo be the sickest emcee in the VIC
I grow like a tree, getting closer to the stars
And when the sun burns out I’ll be left on the top branch watching over afar
I’m pondering who the fuck you are
Spitting a lyrical equivalent to a 10 lb per pressure repertoire
I saw your try to bring it, but all you brought was your frame
Spitting about your chains and such, lacking the power of the brain
I maintain attained aim at your whack ass
Trying to pass off your backwards hat for a rough past
Just cuz you cut class and roll blunts ain’t make you a gangsta
Your style’s more fucking weak than clock radio speakers
I got more feat (feet) than a centipede when I impede
Blessing a mic with my rhymes
Crucifying your undeserved pride through the lines
I’m so intrepid when I’m stepping on any beats
Dividing emcees with my punch lines, the only solution being defeat
I don’t care what the people say
I just want to go when the sequel plays
Straight to the top in an equal way
I don’t want to sample that evil taste
To all those who judge me before you know me (give a listen)
To all those who think that my raps are phony (give a listen)
To all those who think I’m a whack emcee (give a listen)
To all those who looking, but can’t really see (give a listen)
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7. |
Wind Stains
03:44
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Instrumental is the song “Another Reflection” by Nujabes
Recorded at The Growroom in December of 2009
In the beginning there was nothing
Then man created his own circles which spiraled out of control
It was nothing except hurtful
We praise our own confines and invent things we can relate to
In able to trick the average man to believe his life’s a virtue
And I don’t dance cuz I don’t want to be laughed at
And I don’t mingle with religion cuz I’m more than just a lab-rat
If a man who can’t counts finds a 4 leaf clover is he still lucky?
Or just another unknowing victim
Travelling with a lack of knowledge inside their system
Even though they aren’t aware it doesn’t change that it inflicts them
It just means it’ll stabilize the pain when it hits them
And rather writher their soul
There’s got to be more to life
Than sitting, wondering if there’s more to life
No matter where you go, or what you do
You live your whole life within the limits of your own head
I wish I was dead sometimes so state did not exist
And I could allow my hate and happiness to co-exist
This planet is too dangerous for my fragile identity
So I suppose it’s my worries that are bending me
I’m just a shell to a future ghost at the very most
Tying a rope around my wits and dangling it in my hopes
And if this ladder had even one less step
You better bet, I’d climb it to the peak and catch my breath
I watch the trees catch a breeze and spread their seed
Which the birds flock towards and naturally eat
We are all just a small blip, you know it
So there’s no real difference between the grass and the man who mows it
I could knock on the sky and listen to the sound
As it echoes off the ocean and rumbles the ground
But I just make do with what I have and make my possibilities best
Because some people walk in the rain
Others just get wet
The fish trap exists because of the fish
Once you’ve got the fish, you can forget the trap
The rabbit snare exists because of the rabbit
Once you’ve got the rabbit, you can forget the snare
Words exist because of their meaning
Once you’ve got the meaning, you can forget the words
Tell me where I can find a man who has forgotten words
So I can talk with him
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8. |
Coloured Walls
02:47
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Beat produced by Apollo
Recorded at Dylusion’s place in December of 2009
Those reddish-orange walls have seen a lot
They get a thrill out of sharing their knowledge
They’ve been so many colours, but have stayed true to themselves
And kept forth a sturdy foundation
They have a lack of control, but my mind can alter them in the dark
They go without recognition from many, but to me it’s pure art
Clown faces and flying mushrooms leaving trailers
I can see the succeeders and failers
Now them walls saw murder, and they painted me a picture
It’s a shame they couldn’t share it to the world
I’m a kite with a dream of responsible flight
I’m a pissed off hill wanting to fuck you over, but my angle is slight
I’m a clock radio speaker reaping your passion
I’m the biggest and smallest of kit cymbals attempting crashing
We are all never the closest to the farthest thing from worthless
But we all still find a cause or person to worship
What do you think of me now?
Now that I am existing
What do you think of me now?
Now that I am missing
What do you think of me now
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Inside of the crevices of my own brain
Trying to crawl out, but I’m refusing help
My ignited wit slit my string of doubts, so now it’s over
To hell with thinking about thinking, I want to just go
I’m tired of the nightly overload
So fuck you reddish-orange room, you aren’t my universe
Even so much as my galaxy
The things I ponder over regularly held me back
And now I’m running
Everything I ever looked for I annihilated
I looked for better sight and took drugs to get my pupils dilated
My legs support a table trying to feed the world
But it grew impatient and consumed itself, and now I know too much
Is reality really here?
How is the universe being supported by little spectacles of perfection
When perfection doesn’t exist, but yet it makes existence possible
Cuz if each measurement were .1 different, we’d all shatter
It rubs me suspicious that by luck this is all possible
Why only planet Earth that’s hospitable?
What do you think of me now?
Now that I am existing
What do you think of me now?
Now that I am missing
What do you think of me now?
Inside of the crevices of my own brain
Trying to crawl out, but I’m refusing help
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9. |
I Never Knew
03:12
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Beat produced by Tantu
Recorded at Dylusion’s place in January of 2010
Had I known then what I know now, I wouldn’t have tried it
Had I known you truly can’t lose something until you can’t find it
Ain’t it funny how we don’t realize the realizations
Are what limits us from an outwards perception?
(I never knew) Death is life’s substitution
So reality is merely an illusion
A very persistent one at that, we all end up facing
There are no facts, only interpretations
(I never knew) You could trip and never get up
And hold the horizontal view with open arms and love
It doesn’t matter what you can see or feel
Cuz everything that you imagine is real
The past inspires the present, so how can I simply put it back
The “honest to all but myself” mental-set disconnected me from what I previously lacked
And now it’s gone, lost between eternity and nowhere
But I’m gathering matches to build a city, and when construction’s done I want to go there
I want to float there
Watching all else who try sink to the depths.
Has got some weak, but me, I’m just more cautious of every step
I live and learn, and live more and forget it
It’s the cycle that we all are trapped in from start to finish
(I never knew) You could know too much
That the sand would eventually leak if you had too tight of a clutch
I haven’t believed in reality since the day it went away and returned
So perception is just something we earn
(I never knew) Drugs were good until I tried them
There are some people who live in a dream world
And there are some who face reality
And then there are others, who turn one into the other
So what you drinking? So what you popping?
So what you eating? So what you dropping?
So what you smoking? So what you sniffing?
So how you coping?
So what’s the difference
Society is just a mental concept
In the real world there are simply individuals
And that’s why I don’t believe in God, I just believe in the day
Because even when you doubt reality, it never goes away
(I never knew) It could all come back
What differentiated theories from facts
Because, if you hold a belief close enough to you
Doesn’t that in itself make it true?
(I never knew) What normality was
Because my whole life I’ve had unexplainable, untreatable issues
I never thought hallucinogens would make my mental-set so drastically change
I got to fight for who I was
I bet those feet feel pretty heavy flying high with no wings
You can’t be that fly and not get tired
But whatever, ignorance is beautiful
And thus, let’s find something to lose reality to
(I never knew) The meaning of life
Never have, never will, till the day that I’m killed
I could keep on searching, but the answer is lost
And I’ve yet to decide if death’s a worthy cost
(I never knew) Never have, never will
Never do, never want to
Never shall, never did
Never want to, never do
Never have, never will
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10. |
Incubation
02:32
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Beat is from the song “Luv (Sic) Pt. 3 (Feat. Shing02)” by Nujabes, prod. by Nujabes
Recorded at The Growroom in February of 2010
My compartment called a shell is where my definition resides
Constantly in a fight
Listening to the bickering of my soul against my mind
And it’s difficult to decide which side to favour
When it’s altering my behavior
My motor skill disorder makes me look like a fool
The constant lump in my throat is my anxiety’s fuel
I was never attention deficit
So the ritalin pills I popped every day my panic attacks more evident
And now I fail to represent anything
I’ve got invisible scars from when I picked my mental scabs apart
I was given the perfect life right inside of my hand
And how it got so fucked up, I’ll never understand
And if I can’t, then what’s the use for help?
Just another excuse for misery loves company
But my company thoroughly admires independence
I don’t look for advice because it’s usually the opposite of what I want
I don’t see psychiatrists no more
I’d rather talk to myself because it’s cheaper
Or maybe that’s just myself being me
Subconsciously telling myself I’m weaker than the average
And I realize you’re only what you yourself perceive yourself to be
But I can’t seem to leap-frog over that awkward stump
I’m content with being comfortably numb
And that’s what scares me the most
More than any height
More than any flight
More than any sight
More than any wolf in sheep’s skin luring me in with its potential comfort and delicacy
Cuz even shadows can’t exist without light
And that’s the truth about life
It’s a cycle we only with we could see the end to
And we bend to accommodate the slender space we were reservated
Adapt to the mold and standardize our well-being to better hatred
Or so they make it out to be
But I’ll never give into they’s perception of what’s okay
I’d rather die hungry than swallow my pride
Cuz only inside my shell’s where my definition resides
I have two eyes; one perception; one frame
These two hands I possess have touched cash
Touched pussy and touched joints
Touched trust, touched pens which have touched points
So what’s the point when it all comes back around?
Memories are only lived once, and the purpose is never found
Despite my many mistakes I’m still standing to this day
I got hate that’ll never go away
But that’s okay
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11. |
Enjoy The Silence
03:16
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Beat produced by Blue Magic
Recorded at Dylusion’s place in March of 2010
This is my ode to what exploded
Watching me under the cannibal ox as my mind eroded
My thoughts are expanding and dulling the image
But piecing together my scrambled views, fulfilling my vision
I’m finished with foggy mentality and wretched sobriety
And the shielding insecurities that help my flaws at hiding me
Fuck existence; I want to live
I want the footprints to lead the followers to something they themselves can give
I want relatance to blatancy
I want a mundane mentality so I can unstitch my string of doubts
And reclaim my vacancy
Me and the city are both insomniacs that are obviously unnatural
But manage to hold many branches that inspire some, but not enough
I once threatened to kill myself
But my inner peace called my bluff
Which is a lot to say for a man who can’t find peace
A soul stuck in life or death
Just trying to fight for breath!
I know that’s cliché
But it’s better than what I myself could come up with
To explain the reason that I’m fed up with being alive
Because the day I lost my virginity’s the day I lost my pride
I missed out on the opportunities most look back to on and rely
I have flashbacks to watching my close friend overdose
And my grandfather dying slowly in a comatose
I want to grow, but I think my root split
Which is the reason for these voices and my anxiety fits
I’ve slipped so far away from what I once stood for
I take so much for granted
And I’m always persistent to ignore advice
I do what I think is right, but it tends to backfire
I never think twice, and it’s probably why my songs ain’t tight
I’ve posed, deliberately had others exposed
And I know being honest doesn’t make up for it all
We all throw; we all catch
We all create things, not expecting those things to hatch
I’m an unemployed mind trying to make something out of nothing
So my words are really just acquisitions to my thoughts
I’ve seen a lot of things, and I’ve made many mistakes
I’ve told a lot of lies in attempts to hide my fate
I want my dark side to stay silent
I burned every bridge I ever built
But now I’ll never leave this awful island
But enough with the “I”, that’s always what’s on my mind
Let’s focus in on the people listening to these rhymes
This is for the paraplegic people dreaming of running
This is for the relapsed addicts, fiending for something
This is for the woman who put up in that abusive relationship
And the people who follow easy causes to be labeled but never gave a shit
Foremost – this is for those who have flaws
So pat yourself on the back if you recognize your downfalls
Nobody can construe life except you
So don’t let anybody give you answers to the unanswerable questions
Because those questions are blessings we take for granted
But don’t let me tell you something
Only you can find exactly where your mind is
And once you do maybe you too can learn to enjoy the silence
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12. |
Let's Roll
04:01
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Beat produced by Tantu
Recorded at The Growroom in March of 2010
Eyo, the elapsed fragments are eluding my circumstance
Tight roping across my legacy with which I clumsily dance
It’s hard to happily prance with an open hand and a water storyteller, lying
But hell, if Nostradamus can…
Broken hearts, broken transmissions, broken open signs
Broken existence bludgeoning the faults pointed to the opposition
To a corner named prosperity
Hunting the edge of what was previously inane, but now is afraid of its fame
So where should I place the blame on this minefield Tetris game?
I don’t even know
So I elude my insecurities behind my eyelids
For secure avoidance to dastardly violence
I fear death but I’m even more afraid of life
Ain’t no escape except for shrooms by the eighths
Watching over my own reality but still can’t see my mistakes
Holding my testament to truth behind these lies
So it’s nothing but nothingness that resides between these lines
Let’s roll, my brother, to the finish line!
Let’s roll this thunder to the diminished sky
Hate is only one letter away from fate
So I consume the hand that feeds me cuz I want more than just a taste
I want the vine to define my life by consumption
Rhymes to confine my triumph’s deductions
It’s more than luck, and if you dispute
Well unless you contributed, shut the fuck up
I try to spit steady, but hope lots, and fall off
Choking over pectin oral throat drops
My tongue’s too tough to twist tyrannically tossed triumph
Tucked into my totally toked hotboxed brain
We’re all the same, minus the name and the frame
I’m that pussy ass lion they claimed was tamed, when it was half a man
And never fit into society
So it got shipped to a place where people became the wild ones
And the lion lost its freedom
It accepted defeat, and died alone without a reason
Let’s roll, my brother, to the finish line!
Let’s roll this thunder to the diminished sky
A deficit to love
A prerequisite to fucking, and never any more than that stuff
A shit stained fan blade from when it hit and splattered all over the room
Now as it circles around it wishes it had a better view
So who are you?
You’re parent’s creation, but it’s highly likely not what they anticipated
You rise above your despise for what your eyes have realized
So your enticement is a jigsaw slab with a knife that symbolized the tide!
Let’s roll, my brother, to the finish line!
Let’s roll this thunder to the diminished sky
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13. |
Reality's My Entheogen
03:09
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Beat produced by Apollo
Recorded at Dylusion’s place in March of 2010
“Yo man, who the fuck’s that Apollo kid?”
“I don’t even know….listen to him…fucking little gangster wannabe.”
“Not even man, I mean he fucking dresses like a little emo, he’s a fucking bitch ass rapper I think…
“I know! And half the shit he says doesn’t even fucking make sense! I mean…”
“Man, I don’t even get how the fuck anyone could ever, fucking, bump music like that bullshit, man.
I don’t get how anyone could listen to that shit…”
What was that you said? I just woke up
This damage that rests by my bedside makes me want to throw up
Like, fuck
Who else feels that while they hibernate the wilderness seems to flourish at your absence?
I’ve been glad since madness shared its secrets
Blank detachment from any sort of feeling
I love withdrawing from the world
This existence wheel I’m cursed to experience is making me feel delirious
It wasn’t until I lost my mind that my eyes could truly open
Now I see patterns everywhere, and the way my teeth fit bothers me
I don’t know a lot, but I know too much
This reality is pinning me, I swear it’ll be the death of me
I’m meant to be a witness and not a culprit
My identity is dependent on discovering what I was sent to be
I have a hard time grasping my life is a complete stroke of luck
A stroke of my dad’s dick
But even more so, I can’t understand religion
What fucking gift was I given?
When all potential I feel I have is sitting behind my cornered walls, hidden
Playing hacky-sack with my globe sized mind
I’m slowly being strangled by these tangles in my halos
The hardest part of my life is accepting the fact I’ll always be unstable
Sitting under the table, picking the scraps off the floor
I’m non-existent to the ones before me
Why am I still writing when most people who know I write songs choose to ignore me?
This planet I popped up on fucking bores me
So I’ve invented ways inside of my thought centre to replenish my sense of knowledge
Cuz really, what do I know?
I’m seventeen years old and live at home
Never been in love, and don’t got talent except for writing these shitty poems
But I keep going without a goal to achieve
I like rapping about the same shit, and I call it a dream
I owe all I got to say cuz of mistakes
And I don’t fucking love music I just use it to escape
I like getting high, but can’t cope with the anxiety
I love tripping, but now reality is my entheogen
So I’m letting em in, the rampant acceptance to my fate
There’s something here, and I got to destroy it before I can create
My biggest dream in life is to accept death
And pay more attention to my steps than my breaths
I tend to wreck beauty
I know I’ll never live up to expectations
Which is why I spit my way
This life scares me to death
My paranoia attacks me when I least expect
Whether I be toking grass, hitting salvia
Eating muggers, dropping acid, popping caps
Drinking cough syrup, or skipping class
I’m still the same D-Hamz in the middle class
Spitting raps nobody except for me understands
But alas, I’m confronting the things I never had
My splintered brain-bone is scaffolding off insane poems
Attempted discovery always seems to lead to arrogance
So life is a lose-lose situation
And existence is too long; I want to get it over with
So I can just sleep and not worry about my grief
Ohh…
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14. |
Kite Made Of Skin
02:51
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Beat produced by Mindtwist
Recorded at Dylusion’s place in March of 2010
That kite string was longer than I ever imagined
When it kissed the clouds, I could hardly believe what just happened
Somewhere between a spectacle and a dream
You ever get that feeling; you can’t believe what you’ve seen?
I felt a tug on the line, I expected control
But that cotton took its own path
I couldn’t understand what was stopping that kite from reaching its limits
The universe was right there, but it couldn’t get past the leash
I feel envious of that kite for accepting it was so close
To reaching something I didn’t think I could ever know
I could feel the blood on my hand as I attempted to let it fly
But I could feel it tugging back as if it wasn’t happy with the sky
And at precisely that moment, I came to see
What it means to be free
Cuz that kite was me
I could keep on trying to fly free
But I know the sky ain’t what confines me
To the planet I feel below my feet
The only thing that limits me, is me
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15. |
The Monastery
03:32
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Beat produced by Mindtwist
Recorded at The Growroom in April of 2010
I once heard the ocean in a shell
It’s amazing, the emotions you can gather from when just one sense becomes dependant
Sounds can paint pictures
And they say a picture’s worth a thousand words
So when I put my mind on beats and spit, they’re worth a thousand more
I believe in flight, but yo I ain’t talking the kind with wings
My mind goes high with sight and thought each time that I decide to sing
This world is mine for the taking
But I’d rather give it
Present it to the populace so they can reap the seed
And root their own beliefs that stem from this giant Earth we see before us
From the businessmen yelling in cities, to the birds chirping in forests
And of course it’s true, unfortunately
Cuz no matter how slowly the tide comes in
All that matters is that the beach becomes pristine
We all tend to swallow the meaning
Cuz we want it so bad, but it always gets digested
It isn’t until you open your mind that the meaning can be nested
I got a lot to teach and even more to learn
We all back up our crooked lies while the truth is being burned
I work hard for what I want, and even harder for my needs
I’ve spent days sitting in my room writing raps, and had days I forgot to eat
Perhaps my passion is a parasite feeding on my sanity
But the more my mental crumbles, I can feel my increasing vanity
And, yo, I’ve seen a lot of things, but not as much as I’ve heard
I guess it’s my dice roll
It’s beyond my control
It’s life; it’s only four letters long
But if I claimed to know its meaning then I know I’d be wrong
Cuz man, I’m currently dealing with insanity’s long shit
And if it weren’t for my anxiety I’d be taking gravity bong hits
The wrong shit I did makes up a chunk of who I am
I got people who like my music, but if they knew me they wouldn’t be a fan
And that’s that
I acknowledge the past….
Memories influence what will one day conjoin
But for now, the future is sitting there, waiting for me to toy with it
I don’t even want to comprehend this
Ignorance is bliss
Cuz if you ain’t lived it, what is there to miss?
It’s odd what I wish I had
Watching other people born with it, acting like it’s something everyone has
But I guess I got to live with it, although it burns me
I gots what I gots, and what I don’t got don’t concern me
And if I lived forever
I bet 400 years would go by in the blink of an eye
Cuz really, time would mean something different
If after a day we all died
I wouldn’t try, that’s for certain
I guess defeat’s a serial killer poking at the back of your bathroom curtain
I wear my tiger-striped serenity around my willowed inadequacy
The lack of attention is maddening me
You don’t need salvia to see the world for the ethereal thing it is
It’s true what they say
“Life’s what you make it”
I was told that by my grandpa with the intent to entice
I got flavoured up by the salt grain with which I took the advice
Cuz since then, I’ve learned my depression is non-existent
An outlook is defined not by what you see with your eyes
But rather the way you choose to perceive the world in your mind
I’m so far away from sense, or winding the Rubik’s right
So bear with me until I agree with my other side it’s been found
What I lack in emotion I make up for in thoughts
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to dedicate to a woman as much as I do to these songs
I can’t get a good grip on a girl
Not even a good grip on the world
All I have is my music, my voice, and my mind
And you know what?
With just that I’m fine
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16. |
Ascend To Oblivion
03:51
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Beat produced by Mindtwist
Recorded at The Growroom in May of 2010
If ignorance is bliss
Then I must be the happiest thing-a-ma-jig in the whatcha-ma-call-it?
Oh, never mind
My lack of proper alignment is pooling into this mass of which in that I’m falling
My stubby limbs are crawling
For the amusement that the floor is closer to my heart
This tense parasitic mind I have is tearing itself apart
My ballooning intelligence is growing
This river continues flowing
But the water ain’t pure no more
Oceans accept the burdens that we have marked on this globe
But now this orb is sore
I do not want to waste my energy upon this fruitless valley
Failed attempts at redemption only make the process longer
I believe perfection is a flaw
You’ve got a lot left to learn if you’re convinced you’ve seen it all
I dwell in the crevices of my wrinkled maturity
Cuz with lack of understanding, imagination is flourishing
But alas, I have these confounding necessities with a open hand
As it leaks like sand in the hourglass as the hours pass
And honestly, I could move on if hip hop passed away
But on the day music dies, I might just lose my mind
And you know, sound evaporated in formation of words
Is precisely the thing we have come to recognize as such
I must muster my clustered jigsaw slabs to formulate the image
Now but a memory of something I once had
Standing in corners, marked by rigidity of brain cells
Asking all around for assistance, yet receive the same help
My gained detachment is actually matching my wholeness
These facts are blacking out my stature
So I backed my quantified mind-state
To a rusty demeanor value
In which the denominator swallowed the numerator
The creator has met his match
Spared it to the less fortunate
And the less fortunate spent it on more crack unfortunately
Today, I swear I saw a ghost
Turned out just to be my reflection
But through my own eyes I read my iris
It tells tales I’ve never read before
My lack of imagination scares me, and all I see is words
I once attempted to make sense of my liberty
But only could make sense of the definition
Nobody would listen to what I’m giving
You better comprehend the fact perennial beauty is nonexistent
Extinct
Shafting my suspended halo to a degree it resembles a triangle
Searching for a believable excuse to my anti-matter behavior
It’s drastically classic comedy I must succumb under
I wonder and wish upon stars
But every star eventually explodes, thus as well does my hopes
I could hum lullabies forever, and the world would never be at peace
Only ever reach a piece of me
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17. |
Butterfly
03:11
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Beat produced by Mindtwist
Recorded at the Growroom in July of 2010
I’ve been listening to the old tick tock for hours now
But it hasn’t changed its tune
Burdened to wait for nothing, from the womb until the tomb
But man, how could I forget a waste of time?
When time is all I got
I’m figuring why not make a new dimension to dip my pen in
Lessons are be learned, and wits are to be burned
I sucked the helium out my halo and watched it plummet
Now I’ve got access to viewing the Earth atop the summit
I’ve got my “something” to hold close
And I just hope you learned your lesson the day your modem overloaded
It’s like what I wrote demoted from poem to rap
You think I ain’t knowing the facts?
I say I make hip hop music and some people automatically assume that it’s whack
I just got to expand my wings and reap the nectar
Borboleta
Half alien/half angel, hovering with one wing
I love music, and that’s the reason I sing
What else am I to do with all the things that I think?
But oddly enough, I don’t want to be famous
I don’t want my music merely just being a piece of entertainment
I make pieces of art
I organize my thoughts and voice over the beats and try to tear them apart
I only build walls if I know they’ll be opaque
We shelter our insecurities behind our many complaints
Never once did I claim to be a saint
But still, I got people asking for my advice
Man, just go and get baked
But maybe that’s a mistake?
Maybe our fates are condemned the instant we make
The assumption we were all put on this Earth to create
Searching for a purpose can hurt you and birth inertia
Searching for a perfect circle
I bet those feet feel pretty heavy flying high with no wings
For now I can only but imagine the peace that it brings you
I cannot give enough thanks for the beauty, and the beats that I sing to
The people I sing to, but not for
I lit my cigarette with the tip of a phoenix feather
It ignited and took flight and the sky turned bright
With hundreds of multi-coloured lights in my limited sight
I’d spit to the wind’s rhythms and patterns
Clear my head and compute the data
And this one time in a mushroom trip, when I was stuck in a séance
I found the meaning of life, but wrote it in white crayons
I can split the fabric of time so loud that you’ll listen
Perhaps make a symphony of sounds around you
For lack of better things to do
Align my motive’s corrosions, commence to think it through
I’m baffled by the amount of nonsense I spew
I wish my brain was not this way
But at the same time, I want deeply to stay sane
I bet those feet feel pretty heavy flying high with no wings
For now I can only but imagine the peace that it brings you
I cannot give enough thanks for the beauty, and the beats that I sing to
The people I sing to, but not for
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