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“it is not the job of artists to give the audience what the audience want. if the audience knew what they needed then they wouldn’t be the audience. they would be the artists. it is the job of artists to give the audience what they need.”
awe hell i’ve been there and back twice / third time is a charm if you pack light /
it’s like a turn lane in a fast life / or feelin ‘round in pitch black night for a flash light / huh shit i ain’t really know the difference / even try and toe the line but i know i’m trippin / we’re all dying by design that ain’t no existence / how i’m finna go and see the world when i know it’s ending / who i’m kidding nothing ever ends / you just live with the pain or transform it into something different / some are gifted hella photogenic / they be posing for the photos only hella cold shoulders in it / took the stairwell to heaven rollin boulders in it / on a solo mission going toe to toe to win it / i don’t see no incentive to be codependent / i’m on ghost you don’t see me bending corners in it / no shittin colorado clone scented / got the legal homegrown zone
for the dome split / sittin home alone like a Culkin in a zone / killin any villain tryna steal the feelin i’m my own critic /
buncha sneak disses backbone missin / paint a picture buncha homies back home missin / if i’m witcha then i’m witcha i’m just zoned different / fuck around and drop a song prolly gone crickets
no shit no problem
no fix gon’ solve em
all sauce get lost some
awe shit this awesome
no shit no problem
no fix gone solve em
awe shit this awesome
no shit this awesome
yea finally coming down coming off one / last run lit the fuck up like the fall sun / money tree season hanging where the leaves fall from / rake it in a pile bag it up for the fall fund / yea we can work together since we all one / we can build a bridge walk across one / real ride or die hard to come across one / so either burn that bridge or jump off one / never seen a vulture do a swan dive / never seen a pig fly ‘till i looked in god’s eye / all sauce in the za za / odds high it’s been a long strange trip a bizarre ride / it’s why i keep a rental pad on the pharcyde far side / widemouth jar full of gas by the bonfire / stare straight into the flames ‘till the song stop / shit i don’t play no blues in a pawn shop
no shit no problem
no fix gon solve em
all sauce get lost some
awe shit this awesome
no shit no problem
no fix gone solve em
awe shit this awesome
no shit
“outside intelligent forces with supernatural power are occasionally able to play an artist much like we would play a musical instrument”
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“Hateful is the dark-blue sky,
Vaulted o’er the dark-blue sea.
Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?”
inkline
yea i’m lotus eating so i keep it close and never show the reason / i live in my own head but i’ma let you know the secret / hocus pocus you on notice so you know i’m beastin’ / working out some kinks
i’m a prototype of Frodo-Jesus / on a quest to get the ring but gettin’ tore to pieces / thrown up on a cross but now it’s tombstone rollin’ season / if you ain’t know now you know flows cold fallen angels in the snow like it’s 6 below freezing / rap city maybe rap bohemian but lately maybe catch me with a mask on scheming them / it’s like that air more like ass y’all breathing in / while you screamin’ bout a mask go on breathe it in / vax on vax off they don’t whip it that raw / prolly doing coke cut with fentanyl and bath salt / like dawg that’s your ass fault / i ain’t even know they made em that soft / i’m on an island looking like i live in Nassau / chewing on a lotus to forget all of my past lost / won’t be tasked for some bangers and mash / all cap with that mask on even with your mask off
what’s some small pox to some napalm
what’s an eye roll to a face palm
i just shake my head then i play dumb
catch me at the tree picking flowers
what’s some small pox to some napalm
what’s an eye roll to a face palm
i just shake my head then i play dumb
catch me at the tree picking flowers
catch me at the tree picking flowers
for hours at the tree picking flowers
catch me at the tree picking flowers
for hours and hours and hours
black plastique
I worship a God of Death,
Carry the moss covered crucifix
Dub God, gold dagger sacrifice kids
Never seen a season painted the way that we invoke
Throw away your rhymes, my nigga it's time to decompose
I sold my soul for solo gold, the benefits is power old, Locate the fake with echoes, drop the elbow off the top rope (GERONIMO)
Excellence of execution
'87 Whitney Houston
You wanna dance? Nobody loves you, I can prove it
We the upper echelon, vices go unpunished
Sex and mayhem sanctioned by drugs and money
Keep my distance from the dirty work I never touch the mud, Just chill in an old whip, like slave blood
Erase my mind with exotic narcotics, two flowers, semiotics, semi auto expose containers of forbidden knowledge
Flower picker, rich nigga, never peel the price sticker, Fuck witcha, dope pitcher
LINNIL
Wake and bake
Catch me at the tree pickin flour
With the dirt under my fingernails I bring em hell
Lord knows I’m meaning well
Unfuckwittable
Though the buzz is digital
Love to the lusters
That gun tuck the physical
Fighting demons so I keep the nunchucks cyclical
Crippled wit belief that when you die it’s all blackness
But if that’s the fact I’d prolly be more relaxed then
Home in the city morgue, zoned by the city board
Looking for a throne but my bones feeling weary Lord
Just a stone’s throw from a clone in a CD store
What the fuck he did it for? Tryna escape
Cuz reality’ll make you put a 9 to ya face
Thinking trying to relate’ll put the time in its place
Keep the climb but the only thing you finding is space
When they fry you up at least they gone admire the taste
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“there are these odd little incidents that tend to build up and that you tend to shove in a filing drawer just marked ‘weird stuff’.”
hook
i can stitch a wing with a six string (six string)
i can pick a dream out the mud (out the mud yea)
i can make a sick fiend seem pristine (pristine)
if you gon wipe me down clean me up (clean me up yea)
i don’t need a king no Elohim (Elohim)
i can see the cream from the crud (from the crud yea)
ima sew these Ernie Balls on an eagle wing (an eagle wing)
if you can’t hold me down bring me up (if you can’t hold me down pfft fuck it)
inkline
yea i been going up i guess i must fall / i just hope they show me love with the trust fall / there’s a couple shelves that i gotta dust off / but i gotta do it for myself i don’t trust y’all / caught between a rock and a tough spot / hard headed thought process like a musk ox/ used to cop fresh drops at the bus stop / i assumed you knew who you dealing with (must not) / just stopped to smell the roses at the grave site / that’s that old me (yea) that’s that snake bite / that’s an old sad story told by the cave light / have you ever seen a baby face on a great white / safe flight to the moon on the dark side / Syd Barrett on a cruise in the archives / that part i’m blues on guitar / got booze for the barfly lookin for a dark dive
hook
uhh yea i can stitch a wing with a six string (six string)
i can pick a dream out the mud (out the mud yea)
i can make a sick fiend seem pristine (pristine)
if you gon wipe me down clean me up (clean me up yea)
i don’t need a king no Elohim (Elohim)
i can see the cream from the crud (from the crud yea)
ima sew these Ernie Balls on an eagle wing (an eagle wing)
if you can’t hold me down bring me up (if you can’t hold me down pfft)
kano
bring me up up up up bring me up
bring me up up up up clean me up
keep me up up up up keep me up
bring me up up up up up up
I’ve been down down down down down On the ground
when a tree hits the floor it don’t even make a sound
If you ain’t here around
I bounce in the echo
Down from the get go
On the ground like a gecko
Let me pound on the pedals ramps I ain’t scared of
I hit em full speed
I wanna bleed out on the metal
I got secrets I won’t tell you
I only speak in rhymes
I got weapons I ain’t stepping with until I think it’s time
A sorcerer I know I was
Precision with a crystal ball
Now I tuck my wand when I’m done and I’m like bitch get off
I stick my dolls to see if they would move if they were threatened cuz when I die ima spell out their names in my jelly
When the dragons do get me I’m dragging you with me
They showed me how to move as I ooze thru the city
With a six string and then echo it like you in space, dude.
inkline
transition from physical to spiritual plane (yea yea) / hard to find the words when the wisdom’s estranged (hmm) / easy to keep it real live simple and plain /
but harder to be still keep it civil and sane (dang) / set an intention set the sigil aflame (uh huh) / i’m twisting hog legs for the pivotal pain (yea) / if it’s not dead it’s lookin grim in the game / if you started all alone alone it’s prolly ending the same / it’s like tryna make it on a wing a prayer / magic carpet gps hit the genie repair uhh / i’m lampin on the astral plane ya ain’t even there / so i’m polishing my shine put some gleam on the glare / i’m the wizard blowing smoke rings seen in the air / looking like a chem trail it’s the season to share / yea harvest life’s fruit from the tree when it bear / dose some Alice in the chalice for the king in the chair / laser beam dreams with precision to spare / i’m everywhere yeah
hook
uhh i can stitch a wing with a six string (six string)
i can pick a dream out the mud (out the mud yea)
i can make a sick fiend seem pristine (pristine)
if you gon wipe me down clean me up (clean me up yea)
i don’t need a king no Elohim (Elohim)
i can see the cream from the crud (from the crud yea)
ima sew these Ernie Balls on an eagle wing (an eagle wing)
if you can’t hold me down bring me up (if you can’t hold me down)
“with a complete description and it says here, ‘ each wizard has mastered a certain type of magick. when you meet a wizard he will give you four basic elements of his mystical studies.’ so then here it says, ‘it is important to remember that the source of all magick is the Life Force of the user’.”
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my tunnel vision’s never squandered
on a single mission from beyond earth
long division when you conquer
long living when i prosper
my tunnel vision’s never squandered (nah)
on a single mission from beyond earth (yup)
long division when you conquer (mmhmm)
long living when i - i’m
waiting on the dope man’s early model Honda (yea) / waiting on him feeling like we waiting on Donda (argh) / waiting on him like you waiting on The Father / yea i’m a monster yea that’s my mantra / mmm goddamn i miss my mama / so i’m moving with the prana of a newly viewed brahma / or a thousand unruly cruel shivas with katanas / like i’ma do my duty for karma it’s truly an honor / uhh i can’t be bothered don’t bother / nah i just grow cold and go harder / yea i just recharge and go farther / butterfly effect all wings no larva / i’ma master all craft when i see a ceiling all glass ah snap / (ahh snap) smash all tracks cash over daps / when i send a verse back know i’m taxing all raps
my tunnel vision’s never squandered
on a single mission from beyond earth
long division when you conquer
long living when i prosper
my tunnel vision’s never squandered
on a single mission from beyond earth
long division when you conquer
long living when i -i
my tunnel vision wasted tryna be the greatest / now i tunnel under gate keepers tryna keep me jaded / taking great pleasure out of paining the game i’m like a sadist / hoard favors from favorites with vedas on a playlist / that’s that underground A-List / ahh don’t mind me i ain’t say shit / i’m just on an elevator in my spaceship / face it this ain’t no everyday shit nah
“it’s only going to get weirder. the level of contradiction is going to rise excruciatingly..(laughs) so, uh i think it’s going to get weirder and weirder and weirder..and finally it’s going to be so weird that people are going to have to talk about how weird it is. what the hell is going on? it’s just too nuts.”
my tunnel vision’s never squandered
on a single mission from beyond earth
long division when you conquer
long living when i prosper
my tunnel vision’s never squandered
on a single mission from beyond earth
long division when you conquer
long living when i -i
“i look for the invention of artificial life, the cloning of human beings, uh, possible contact with extraterrestrials, possible immortality, and at the same time appalling acts of brutality, genocide, race baiting, homophobia, famine, starvation..because, uh, the systems which are in place to keep the world sane are utterly inadequate to the forces that have been unleashed.”
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“after i have suffered enough, you see, because we are brought up in a social scheme whereby we have to deserve what we get. (yea) the price that one pays for all good things is suffering. (i coulda died first) but all of that is precisely postponement (i shoulda, i coulda) because one is afraid.”
illanoiz
*scratches throughout
hook
ok i’m filtering my search
tryna research how this Light work
laughing at the pain until my side hurt
like i should’ve died first
i could’ve died first
yeah i’m filtering my search
laughing at the pain till my side hurt
like i should’ve died first
how does this Light work
guilty i survived even tho i’ve survived worse
inkline
sometimes think i’ve lost every reason / sometimes i’m feeling lost barely breathing / yea we discover loss every season / then rediscover loss every weekend / scooped up tossed in the deep end / sink or swim always been a thing i’m a beast in / deca wisdom sustenance to sink teeth in / lately tryna find a new arena to compete in
blinded by the light i don’t see sin / stare into the rising sun on the east end / magic city in the mountains that’s where we been / yeah check the pretense nah i don’t pretend / we all return to dirt let it sink in / turn to compost tryna see zen /
but we never spoil i believe in / a well fertilized soil fit to plant seeds in
“nah i think there was that energy but everyone was assumed to be in pursuit of a sound.”
“gonna play some music. gonna make me feel things in my body.”
shaun judah
Nothing promotes living like death
Nothing says take more chances then last breaths
When that air leaves the chest
And the lungs decompress
Youll be planning ya whole life
Before you sleep in final rest
Walking into destiny away from old self
Building legacies
In control of your whole health (yea)
That is your true wealth
Playing the cards dealt
Furnish your insides like you cover in cold pelts
Gold belts
Metals melt
Felt slides across the wood
So I make space meditating hiking in the woods
Breathing energy into lines
Finding life is good
Im a little train that does
Because my engine said i could (yea)
So I do
Making sure my visions
Come true
Filling my lungs with love
Before my face turns blue
Get a clue
Take in the spectrum
Appreciate hues
Better move before ya snooze
Return to dust and pace ya dues
Its on you
“because one is afraid here and now to see it”
awhat
i was out of mind and sight
dark clouds all around me trying to find the light
keep it all in perspective
man vs life pay the price
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“we’re ready to start this experiment. i’m going to give you this cup that contains lysergic acid 100 micrograms”
yea take it easy
hook
lost hope for homo sapiens / we just stoned apes talking to some aliens / got a prehistoric tape deck to play it in / we got the past present future and my three eyed raven friend / lost hope for homo sapiens / we just stoned apes talking to some aliens / got a futuristic fail safe way to win / we got the past (now) the future and my raven friend
inkline v1
ha
oh that’s so raven / time travel back into the basement / i can hear my Father upstairs saying amen / red hollow road like a days inn / always a light on head bout to cave in / glass half full of mom’s tea she like ‘say when’ / she used to say ‘you were always such a great kid’ / from across the visitation table in the state pen / pardon me you must be mistaken / i assumed this land of the free had been forsaken / we been on a 40 year wilderness vacation / now we coming home to mandatory vaccinations / if you ain’t know all faith is adjacent / yea we in the matrix high stakes ducking agents / you are everything from the place you were raised in / you are nothing and you never were at the day’s end
hook
lost hope for homo sapiens / we just stoned apes talking to some aliens / got a prehistoric tape deck to play it in / we got the past present future and my three eyed raven friend / lost hope for homo sapiens / we just stoned apes talking to some aliens / got a futuristic failsafe way to win / we got the past (now) the future and my…yea what
inkline v2
you know you gotta mine for the gold (for the gold) / so i got my mind on some goals (let’s go) / yea gotta make time for the rose (oh) / too on the nose timeline on froze / yea from the sidelines i’m a ghost / two guard playing forward how i slide from the post / glide with the most high backslide dope / my DeLorean Marty McFly with the flow / it ain’t a thing gotta sift thru the old (sift thru the old) / find a flame just to sit thru the cold (sit thru the cold) / i ain’t ever been shit but a goat / sacrificial ain’t an issue got a slit for the throat / nah most ain’t fit for the cloak / throw fits full of rage meet fists full of NOPE / we only lookin for a fix when it’s broke / like only kicked shins kick dope
but you already knew that
pfft hahaha
hook
lost hope for homo sapiens / we just stoned apes talking to some aliens / got a prehistoric tape deck to play it in / we got the past present future and my three eyed raven friend / lost hope for homo sapiens / we just stoned apes talking to some aliens / we got a…we got it / and my raven friend
outro
we don’t walk on water we just sinners in a boat / only kicked shins kick dope (kick dope) / only kicked shins kick dope (kick dope) / the dead don’t float we just sinners in boat / only kicked shins kick dope (kick dope) / only kicked shins kick dope (kick dope) / we don’t walk on water
“none of these well-behaved and mechanistic reductionist images of humanity take psychedelics because it’s misbehaving. misbehaving is a great sin.”
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young seeker
“only one (only one) and you’re lookin…”
inkline v1
young seeker peers thru the tinted looking glass / fabric of reality dismantling he’s pushing back / behind the veil still tend to walk a crooked path / breadcrumb trail machine elves in a Wookiee mask / we’re all whales in a bubble bath / what the hell ahh well he’s a troubled lad / aye please don’t make me have double back / can’t count the pounds when you drown where the trouble at / wet socks from the puddle splash / god hooked it up with dry clothes and some bubble hash / a mezcal flask from his mother’s stash / and a bunch of dead white men in a money bag / haha it’s funny sad punchlines full of despair / sidestep one-time tryna get spared / no sunshine when it’s gone he sits there / on the dark side of nature boy young Ric flair
“woo! that’s who’s standing here today. oh girls i can’t stand it. now i gotta talk but y’all gotta be quiet. we’ve only just begun. that’s the end of it. don’t ever make the mistake of sticking your nose in my business if i’m down and out i’ll get up and take care of myself. remember don’t think you can walk in that ring and give me hand or try to help me out and ease the tension in our relationship.”
inkline v2
emotional response to the trauma (yea) /
black it out until he’s mapping out a new persona (new persona) / nah i ain’t backing out i’m moving onward (uhh) / after school of thought shark maneuver thru piranhas (smooth mover) / no Tijuana tourists get the silent treatment (yea yea) / cold shoulders from the locals in their private eden (yea yea) / all snakes in the garden probably die in treatment / he overshot the moon ibogaine defined the meaning / day one clean slate with a clean break / kaleidoscope dreamscape all seems fake / in actuality realer than reality stranger than fiction / legs twitching as his knees shake / yea consumed by the doom feel a boom heart beat bass / picking thru the pieces of his keepsakes / stash trauma in a lockbox to keep safe / watch past lives in a loop stuck on replay
“woo! i’m gonna tear ya down. when i get to town get ready. woo! we on tour and we’re doing it better than anybody else alive. we do it better than anybody else! don’t wrap me up. woo we just better than anybody else alive. one question…they all wanna know. they all wanna know..they all wanna know. woo, what’s causing all this? haha ah man, i’m on fire today!”
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“writers and people who have command of words were respected and feared as people who manipulated magic. in latter times i think that artists and writers have allowed themselves to be sold down the river. they have accepted the prevailing belief that art and writing are merely forms of entertainment. they’re not seen as transformative forces that can change a human being, that can change a society. they are seen as simple entertainment while we’re waiting to die.”
hook
you don’t ever have to heed a single word that i say
never been the type to even worry anyway
when i make a play run it at my own pace
boy i’m never in a hurry unless it’s money on the way
you don’t ever have to heed a single word that i say
never been the type to even worry anyway
make my own way don’t need a boss in my face
yeah that dog don’t hunt
boy that dog seen it’s day
muddy spikes on the mound couple heaters in the bullpen / necks on swivel heads bout to do a full spin / sick of never getting back what i put in / where do sheep go when wolves win / snake skin pillow case to stuff wool in / lamb shanks giving thanks from the pulpit / road map of hell stay riddled with push pins / where the hell this kush been said my burning bush friend / (hmm) ok i’m talking to a shrub tho / tryna see how deep the cut go what the fuck bro /
some’ll go from buttering toast to cutting your throat / used to chase bread together now you stuck in a loaf / no shortcuts always take the ruggedest road / charmed by succubi that be sucking my soul / sometimes pretty people make the ugliest hosts / sometimes ugly people make the loveliest ghosts
hook
you don’t ever have to heed a single word that i say
never been the type to even worry anyway
when i make a play run it at my own pace
boy i’m never in a hurry unless it’s money on the way
you don’t ever have to heed a single word that i say
never been the type to even worry anyway
make my own way don’t need a boss in my face
yeah that dog don’t hunt
boy that dog seen it’s day
bridge
yea let’s gooo
going up the mountain like let’s go
come around corner like let’s go
zero to a hundred like c’mon let’s go
coming down the mountain like let’s go
come around the corner like let’s go
pssh i don’t even wanna fight
fuck it let’s go
i’ma zero to a hundred like c’mon
GI magus
rah- G the oracle, prehistorical/ I'll die knowing I left my mark on this Earth/ calm it down/-we gone see just what that talking is worth/ not a dime if you ain't walkin' it first/ now, put yo boss in the dirt/ What's the difference in the worker and a slave/ fortune favors the bold, so does the grave/ masses more than amazed at how I'm still pitching flames/ book of life, I'm on that Satchel Paige/ twice the skill but only half the praise/ but sick of chasing accolades/ at this the prices have to raise/ yall think I'm taking time away from my son to play politics with pennies? yall really must be silly
hook
you don’t ever have to heed a single word that i say
never been the type to even worry anyway
when i make a play run it at my own pace
boy i’m never in a hurry unless it’s money on the way
you don’t ever have to heed a single word that i say
never been the type to even worry anyway
make my own way don’t need a boss in my face
yeah that dog don’t hunt
boy that dog seen it’s day
you don’t ever have to heed a single word that i say
never been the type to even worry anyway
when i make a play run it at my own pace
boy i’m never in a hurry unless it’s money on the way
you don’t ever have to heed a single word muhfucker
never been the type to even worry muhfucker
make my own way don’t need a boss in my face
yeah that dog don’t hunt
boy that dog seen it’s day
“experimental cultivation of these new varieties has been encouraging.”
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“the dried juice of this plant produces opium, a powerful drug. contained in opium is morphine, used by doctors to relieve severe pain. from morphine comes heroin. an overdose causes unconsciousness then death.”
i been down to roll
i been up and down the road
i been found in holes
i been comatose
i don’t know
i been
yea i been throwed
i been found in holes
i been throwed
i been i been throwed
i been comatose
i been
coma coastin’
i been coma coastin’ yea
holy ghostin’
yea i been on that potion
yea i been holy ghostin’
showing no emotion
holy ghosting coma coastin’
i been eyeing whatcha holdin’
i been
yea and i been dead from the start the head and the heart
to set it apart sedative art can’t no cage control a fiend
and i been dead and alive heading to find something divine can’t define you can’t pigeonhole the dream
and i if i’m in a pinch i can assist how can i miss a shot of H or benzodiazepine
i know but how could you know i was alone even tho that ain’t so
when i feel at home i leave
in the dark feel it ending
it’s that part follow the heart
falling apart ‘cause
i wear plenty on my sleeve
the whole city got it cheap
so i’m spending on a spree
like it’s pennies on the street
it’s pretty sweet (it’s kinda sweet yo)
nah if you can’t even picture what it’s like
you gon’ miss it when it hitcha when it come to getcha light
that’s a plunger and a spike
that’s like blood up on my knife
boi i put that on my life yeah yeah yeah
i been down to roll
i been up and down the road
i been found in holes
i been comatose
i don’t know
i been
yea i been throwed
i been found in holes
i been throwed
i been i been throwed
i been comatose
i been
coma coastin’
i been coma coastin’ yea
holy ghostin’
yea i been on that potion
yea i been holy ghostin’
showing no emotion
holy ghosting coma coastin’
i been eyeing whatcha holdin’
i know
yea and i know misery stay loving company
pupils stuck on pin point
all the homies got that glow
like 24k gold
to the pawn shop like it don’t stop
meet the dope man down the road
if there’s money in my pocket
that’s just money that i blow
hold up
blow my nose
then hit one up for the road
ain’t no frontin’ past a hundred
better come with what you owe
or catch a hot shot
poppin’ tags from undertakers on your toes ugh
for heaven’s sake let us pray
lemme break gimme space lemme shake
lemme hmm wait
maybe gimme 10 maybe 20 i got somethin’ on the way
i know homie know a homie i got money he got H yea
never take time nah they watch me run the clock out
i always say i’m fine could be dying when i nod out
never say die
never wait in line drop out
never say die
never say…
why not now
“never say die”
yea yea uhh
i been down to roll
i been up and down the road
i been found in holes
i been comatose
i don’t know
i been
yea i been throwed
i been found in holes
i been throwed
i been i been throwed
i been comatose
i been
coma coastin’
i been coma coastin’ yea
holy ghostin’
yea i been on that potion
yea i been holy ghostin’
showing no emotion
holy ghosting coma coastin’
i been eyeing whatcha holdin’
i been
“so we have all sorts of people engaged in an interior conflict which they will never resolve because the true self, either you know it or you don’t. if you do know it then you know it’s the only one and the other so called lower self just ceases to be a problem.”
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“oh my goodness these stairs make a lot of sound”
inkline
yea…yea…mmm
uhh idiosyncratically crafting another masterpiece / duck and dodging demons that always seem to be after me / bob and weave off the tree bon appétit /
always twice as hungry than what you’re probably imagining / yea (yea) yea Wanda with the Mind Stone / this that kinda power you cowards can’t put price on / i’ll dissolve it all and call it a day go right home / snakes in your head
bite the apple off your iphone / i’m known to dabble do my damage on the mic-phone / do a dab then do some magick in the right zone / death is but a transition when the light’s blown / dealing with the in-between ‘till the poltergeist gone / no-show ghosts under the stairs / no one cares either under-prepared or don’t go there / boil bones
charge stones and make homes there /
you cross the goat and get turned into a toad there
hook
back from the dead again
roll away the stone
maybe find my head again
if i only make it home
nothing’s ever simple
but you know when in Rome
at the candlelight vigil
got a sigil made of bones
back from the dead again
roll away the stone (roll away the stone)
maybe find my head again
if i only make it home (if i only make it home)
nothing’s ever simple
but you know when in Rome
at the candlelight vigil
got a sigil made of bones
ichiban
Infiltrate the throne cast spells on a Maxell
guillotine illusion disappeared from where the ax fell
Playing tricks on what the ocular sees
The sorcery of a strange doctor indeed
A large sigil seen thru a dark crystal
Unloaded an arsenal of smart riddles
An alchemist with a microphone as a talisman
Stuck in the same wonderland that they put Alice in
Hidden gardens dig deeper in the rabbit hole
Grab ahold the experience is magical
Spit truth in the booth a mystical ritual
A repeat offender the vivid flow habitual
Witches brew poured into a Dixie cup
Mix it up with a little pinch of pixie dust
Embellish the relics and enrich the lingo
All the while angels and demons mix and mingle
hook
back from the dead again
roll away the stone (roll away the stone)
maybe find my head again
if i only make it home (if ionly make it home)
nothing’s ever simple
but you know when in Rome
at the candlelight vigil
got a sigil made of bones
back from the dead again
roll away the stone (roll away the stone)
maybe find my head again
if i only make it home (if i only make it home)
nothing’s ever simple
but you know when in Rome
at the candlelight vigil
got a sigil made of bones yea
“you’re not buggin’ you’re not losing your mind. a lot of people wanna make you feel like you’re crazy you know what i’m saying? people will make it seem like you’re over exaggerating, you’re buggin’ what made you think that?”
adj.
Fuck what you might think
I spit this shit so real, I make this mic stink
Monkey around profound gorilla hijinks
and when I come through your town I'm stealing smiles, winks
Ego Yao Ming in stature
Raised by the back scratcher
Paid it back faster
Cause I ain't had no interest in the bastard
Similar in stature
knack for disaster and fuse length
But am I him? Nope, I am knot
Like a shoestring
Not a new thing, but the work never stops
when I word clever thoughts
into mazes that I barely trace back
Whoever said it better, you could bet they never rapped
So as we're standing on the edge looking over at extinction
waiting on erosion to take the burden of breathing
Observe the seasons, act accordingly, get your shit right
'Cause this gon be something that we have never even-
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inkline
aye aye aye
underpaid (yea)
underachieved
under a ton a debris
under grief
under the street
know the gutter is deep
come for the beef
i’m feeling famished
i need something to eat
but i just leave with blood on my teeth
and nothing but a receipt
come with the heat
from underneath
like someone summoned a beast (arrgh)
or like a ‘98 juvi record
400 degrees
illest son of gun under the sun
oh what a relief
puffing a leaf
you stuck in a seat
with this shit stuck on repeat
under his eye (under his eye)
under a spell
tunnel under the jail
under the ground
stuck in the storm uhh
running from hail
cold stuck in the snow
ducking the L’s
ducking the blows
underhanded compliments
just undermine the gold yea
unimpressed
(never) under distress
so Sunday i rest
under duress (yea)
underdog stay puffin the chest
never the less
never underestimate a flex
might channel Mia X
send a hex via text
wut
hook
shame shame on the all seeing eye
blinders on all lost in the sky
(shame shame shame)
nine rings hella chains on fire
seven sacred laws by which i abide
(same same same)
shame shame on the all seeing eye
shame shame on the all seeing eye
(shame shame shame)
say the name or get tossed in the fire
lizard king with a jar full of flies
(same same same)
phrasure (micro)
I got this burden weighing heavy on my chest
I’m perplexed
Moving from under it has left me out of breath
I’m a mess
Trying my best to finesse myself and get my head in the right space
Closing my eyes while I beg for help, feeling like hell cause I might break
Under the weather yet comfortably numb
Coming from someone who wants to be better
I’m so disheveled
Think I might’ve felt like this forever
I got plenty problems piling up underneath the surface
But is it worth it to disturb the peace of others for my purpose?
Yo...
I feel exposed
Everyone tells me they don’t wanna know
I’m tryna grow
I was on a roll
Now the reality’s killin me slow
Six feet below
My body cold
Losing my feeling from head to my toes
Say bye to my soul
It might’ve been close
But if it’s my time to go
Then it’s my time to go
AHH!
Startle awake under the covers, sweating through the sheets
Heart racing, arms shaking, like anxiety’s new to me
I’m searching for an antidote in anecdotes
And man I hope I find what I need
That’ll help the man to cope
hook
shame shame on the all seeing eye
blinders on all lost in the sky
(shame shame shame)
nine rings hella chains on fire
seven sacred laws by which i abide
(same same same)
shame shame on the all seeing eye
shame shame on the all seeing eye
(shame shame shame)
say the name or get tossed in the fire
lizard king with a jar full of flies
(same same same)
nick dire
Krampus built his name on the backs of the brash
A vast world to survey from a cavern of glass
Maxing in the shade he put his vassals in masks
Fashionable chains, kept the captives entranced
He attracted you to shame,
With unnatural acts
And made
worshipping Satan really matter of fact
In fact youre all the same yeah, actual trash
Cattle pulling slaves into battle for scraps
And standing above your grave
is where the bad will relax
While you're grabbing to get away
from the gravel and grass
Cast a bit of shade
Yeah the Blackest of black
When master’s in the maze
It's best to act like a rat
But damn I'm not afraid to
Put the bastard on blast
And Crack into the cave of the dragon we hatched
battering rams. Blast him on the trampleds behalf
Have to find a way to make that castle collapse
hook
shame shame on the all seeing eye
blinders on all lost in the sky
(shame shame shame)
nine rings hella chains on fire
seven sacred laws by which i abide
(same same same)
shame shame on the all seeing eye
shame shame on the all seeing eye
(shame shame shame)
say the name or get tossed in the fire
lizard king with a jar full of flies
(same same same)
the phasing octopus
Its time for the panopticon
It's time for the panopticon
It's time for the panopticon
It's time for the panopticon
They ain't really watching u like that
U wouldn't fight back anyway
Fact
U too small Fry
The Eldritch horror is back
Phase
Conspiracy theorist would say
they're keeping me locked away
From u
The one being surveyed
Through false eyes
That madness gave
Paralyzed
under the pressure of fear huh
the impression that it factors
The way it be making u live huh?
Being taken down with grapples
Scaffolding covering up ur beautiful store front
All u choose to do is talk about it
but aint no Jamie to pull it up
It's a shame the way we stuck
Under the thumbs of these cold fucks
If ur imagination wasn't underdeveloped
Ducking from us would be such a must
Ain't no rush
But U might wanna do sumn
I'm just here to tell ya
It's a goddamn…
shame shame shame
shame shame shame
emahs emahs emahs
shame shame shame
emahs emahs emahs
emahs emahs emahs
“ok and we’re not only talking about that, we’re talking about a song that wasn’t engineered to be heard backwards but came right from the spirit world automatically. ok, and then we’re talking about if you wanted to make lyrics backwards on a song, you’re gonna mess up that song forward pretty bad right?”
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released February 22, 2022
Written by Nerves Baddington for Apt. B Productions
Featuring production by Kilgore Doubt, inkline, Cam the Invisible Man and The Phasing Octopus
Mastered by Jason Hamric at La Hacienda
Art by Dylan Wachman