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THE JEST
03:10
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Used to be my bond with music was so strong.
Sidelined out the game, now it’s been so long.
What went wrong? Maybe I was trying too hard to belong?
Or really just too avant-garde all along?
I get too weird, like Van Gogh, but two-eared.
Judgements glue-smeared between words cohered,
To elucidate and make clear, what I think
About being confounded, and vastly feeling outta sync,
With my surroundings, and aptly proceeding to sink,
Until I’m drowning, madly flailing in the dizzying drink.
And to think, maybe a party weekend leaves you over-weakened?
(Ah-hem!) Intriguing! That must be the sober speaking.
Not to judge the life you’re leading. No competing.
I just decided long ago that life was fleeting,
And there’s no use repeating, the same events every evening.
I’m more into gleaning what my mind and will can make when meeting.
My mind can’t control where it goes, and it shows…
I guess I’ll follow where it flows...
Don’t talk to me about all of this newness,
When I’m getting older, and still feeling fruitless.
And the truth is it all’s just starting to feel useless.
Self-critical stuff that I wrestle with though this.
To lessen this muteness, I make myself speak out,
But I’m not exactly ruthless, or about the clout.
Tend to dabble more in foolish, and apparent self-doubt.
So to the weird and to the different, I remain devout.
Cause I never really cared to dress cool or possess jewels.
I’ve come to realize that I’m already such a blessed fool.
Rose above the cesspool, took notes up at the best school,
But not on paper, cause life’s true shapers are ancestral.
It’s those who see life as a jest who’ll be redeeming,
The true view of just being, a world beyond the need of agreeing.
And not that life should be stressful or demeaning,
but even when it is, deep in that stress you’ll find the meaning.
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2. |
SPEEDBOAT
01:36
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I’m tired of all of these meager misleaders,
Getting no deeper than cost of their sneakers.
They’re teachers of how you can make your mind weaker.
It’s hard to have grief for all you mouth-breathers.
Tryin not to be mean though.
Shouldn’t make fun of people just because they seem slow.
Bring em outta weak mode. Teach em how to decode.
There’s more to want out of life than a speedboat.
I know it’s difficult to believe though, when people,
Display their love for regal possessions so gleeful.
And no they’re not evil, they’ve just been deluded,
By all the deceitful who know that the truth is,
Primeval and constant, it’s always been immaterial.
Deep in the quantum, and not the exterior.
No it’s not blatant, so don’t get impatient.
Anything worth its weight takes determination.
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3. |
STULTIFY
03:10
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Could never much care to wear a three piece suit.
Was always confused why one would freely choose,
To wear a tie, like some eerie noose, clearly used,
To keep us on the fearing route, deeply blue,
With dreary views, focused on our yearly dues,
And the fourteenth hue of the next endearing shoes.
Transfixed by sneering youths social profiteering to peak their views.
Through chic reviews they seek to tweak your trues.
Seeking new life advice by query, muse “What Would Siri Do?”
Yes, it can be deduced, most our thoughts are merely loot,
And we sincerely screw any thought of hearing truth.
Cause peering through we only see some greedy few,
Severely shrewd. No help for people weak and bruised,
The meek ones disappearing whose lives are destitute.
And I’m needing you to understand that “we see you”.
It seems the seed we grew was no more than a seedy ruse.
But I'm now hearing clues of change so dearly due.
The weary dew we bleed renews.
In spite of all we could be, let’s just scrape by,
Stultify…
Ignore the truth for the ease, turn a blind eye,
Stultify…
On a wise note now, be critical, cynical,
Things you be believin’ is pitiful.
Wait I see… you lack principles.
Seems your whole life path has been equivocal.
Your understanding at best seems whimsical.
Get it?
You sound like you could use a help profound.
In fact, you seem a bit unsound.
I’d like to invite you to hang around,
We can wonder how, we ever get off this merry-go-round.
It can be crippling, or downright sickening,
Find something interesting, save mind from stiffening,
Reflexes quickening…
Right actions! Not those superhero distractions.
Ubermench is a truer passion.
I’m talking of self-discovery, not reenacting.
It’s not an abstraction, like a phoenix of you,
Rising out of the ashes of ancient Athens,
True satisfaction is just what will happen,
When you find you live in a mind that you’ve fashioned.
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4. |
FADED
01:06
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Why is it that I’m so concentrated,
While everyone wants to get (FADED)?
Seems I’m fated to be a creative,
While everyone else is just basic.
Why does it seem all my patience,
Has just (F-F-FADED)?
I’m aging, and feeling outdated,
The last thing I want to be is sedated.
Ain’t got no band. No, none of this planned.
Just say what I see, and be who I am,
Don’t do shit for the fans or “likes” on the Gram,
Cause most of that posing and boasting’s a sham,
Hate to attack it, I try to stay placid,
But nothing can make me this massively rabid,
As being so vapid to fall for this racket,
Of thinking your worth’s tied to pictures you’ve added,
Where scantily-cladded, they show off the ass they had tatted,
And feed off the fame it attracted.
So avid to keep their “engagement” enacted,
The masses are chattel and now what’s the saddest,
Is while self-obsessed, you don’t have to act it,
When thoughts are suppressed, you can’t be distracted,
A future bereft of real talk and degraded,
I must confess is a future FADED.
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5. |
SE73N/F0UR
01:16
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Thought I’d jump in on a new experiment.
A little hesitant, but I’ll just try to carry it.
This track’s the whack-est.
Don’t know how to rap this.
Still don’t wanna seem tactless.
Fact is pressure builds as the track rips.
World on my shoulders like Atlas,
Feeling off axis. The beat collapses like drunken.
Gears shift too sudden.
Tongue can’t function. Seven/four production.
Complete beat deconstruction.
What an introduction to this odd rhyme!
You know I’ve never had to rap in God-time.
Have to let my squad shine on this weird rhythm,
Clearly written by a pioneer, listen!
I am risen, no fiction, complete destroy,
By Sunset on the beat, BOY!
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6. |
THE GIST
02:39
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It’s become evident, humans are irrelevant.
Think we’re heaven-sent, but where’s the evidence?
Evolved out of the sediment, then wrote a couple testaments,
About benevolence. Still destroy ourselves with our own negligence.
So say something preachy. Say something bout all of the greedy,
Not helping the needy. Say something bout Nietzsche.
Say something bout Egos. Let’s take all the problems that we know,
And heave-ho, drop them all on Latinos.
As the news feed grows, our soundness erodes,
Tweak mode, we so quick to see foes,
That a man who’s en route for a fine night’s walk,
Might find his way into an outline of chalk.
Well, this type of talk, I’m so sad it’s a habit.
My mind is erratic and bounces off walls.
I’ve just had it with all these dramatics.
Seems "Life is traumatic" amounts to DEFAULT.
Yo this verse is a list,
Of quick words so don’t miss,
As I blurt, beep, and spit,
Starting first here then shift,
Root to third to the fifth.
Chordal nerd in the midst,
Of my work on these lips.
As absurd as it is,
It’s still worth all the risk,
To bring hurt to your wit.
Been uncured of this sick-
Ness and cursed to resist.
I don’t thirst to get rich.
Prefer dirt when I sit.
Undeterred by what’s hip.
Give the world this here gift,
To encourage you with.
Help the herd to resist.
To alert and assist.
Can be terse when I’m pissed,
But won’t serve not a fist.
Introvert pacifist.
Now the perfect plot twist,
If it were to exist,
I am certain consists,
Of the worst type of bliss,
As the Earth, it gets flipped,
All the turf would just lift.
The observable, fixed,
Universe would eclipse,
And disperse into mist,
Then all burst. Get the gist?
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7. |
#dumbspeak
01:51
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Always ideal to display realness.
To feel this, show your life. Conceal less!
With everyone, just be upfront bout what you’ve done,
And what you want. Remain blunt and never shunt,
Your true feelings to save face.
Make waves. Rock the boat. Never deal in fake praise.
Live by your morals. For fame, I never gave chase.
Say no to slave craze, and forsake waste.
Not trying to seem bitter by showing how we differ.
It’s just that I want something that’s bigger than figures.
A little bit sicker than photoshopped pictures,
All filling up our heads, just like a thought liquor.
We fill up our feeds like a pig farmer’s trough,
With this new instant dopamine drop Molotov.
Now the armor is off, reprogram complete,
All our minds running weak on this new hashtag dumb-speak.
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8. |
GUN SPREE
01:39
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Alright, now to start this,
Yeah, let’s talk on what’s hardest,
About becoming an artist.
It’s trying to discard this darkness,
By saying what’s needed regardless,
Even if heartless.
But I don’t plan to be.
Just want to bring this inhumanity,
Back toward sanity.
Can’t stand to see,
My family lost in a fantasy,
Flaunting their vanity.
Speaking candidly, it is profanity,
Wasting your time,
And your money so handsomely.
These dummy consumers,
They won’t become free,
From stuffing the pockets of ugly yuppies,
Who always say “time is money”,
But no one has either, and even the dumb see,
How the public’s desires are molded like putty.
You could not stomach the Truth so abruptly.
Everyone flee away from these gun sprees.
Something unclean is gripping this country.
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9. |
VONNEGUT
02:55
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“By working hard at becoming wise and reasonable and well-informed,
you have made our little planet a saner place than it was before you got here.
So thank you for that…”
I used to feel that never,
Would I have to leave my prime.
But as I write this,
I can feel decline.
And it’s not near done.
Still can’t make one single line,
Without casting doubt,
And rethinking every rhyme.
Can’t parse these bars,
Without reworking my mind.
Vonnegut on rewind,
“God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”
Let it be said, it runs on an infinite loop in my head.
Genuine Wittgenstein taking time to align,
And excavate these expressions.
Leave the meaning unearthed,
From out the dirt.
Is that the real reason for all I blurt?
What nerve to try to immortalize my own words!
What nerd would think such work is worth a record?!
And thirst to be heard by the herd,
And break the dull trance?
To perhaps enhance minds
To learn to cull “can’t”s?
When everything that happens is just happenstance,
I still am what i am, even if just by circumstance.
“As long as there is a lower class, I’m in it.
As long as there is a criminal element, I am of it.
As long as there is a soul in prison, I am not free.”
“When things are going well,
sweetly and peacefully, please pause a moment
and then say out loud, “If this isn’t nice, what is?”
“And only well-informed, warm-hearted people
can teach others things they’ll always remember and love.
Computers and TVs can never do that.
A computer teaches a child what a computer can become.
An educated human being teaches a child what a child can become.”
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10. |
[REPRISE]
00:48
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In spite of all we could be, let’s just scrape by,
Stultify…
Ignore the truth for the ease, turn a blind eye,
Stultify…
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11. |
HUMAN(UN)KIND
02:29
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So we’re selfish.
Also jealous.
Can we help it,
When Life is hellish?
Quoting scripture,
But here’s the kicker.
Bigger picture,
None the richer.
So we’re selfish.
Can we help it?
Life is hellish.
Can’t dispel it.
Quoting scripture.
Bigger picture.
I’ll just whisper,
Who’s the victor?
When so many souls are tied up in the grind,
Is it any wonder that we can’t unwind?
What can make this humankind so unkind?
It makes me second guess my own design.
This self doubt at times can get so real,
But not about if I have mass appeal.
Can I shout all the thoughts I won’t reveal?
Am I allowed to share ideas less ideal,
and say aloud reflections necessary to heal,
The cloud of aimlessness we sometimes feel,
When out of options on how to deal,
With the loud, draining, dragging, dark ordeal?
Do I possess important things to say?
Advice to make a gray day turn Grade A?
Enough to lead that stuff that’s tough astray,
And magically just feel it float away?
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12. |
I. ID
01:42
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Anything you want, I’m for it.
Pleasure-seeking, don’t ignore it.
Nor quit if they cry “abhorrent!”
‘Course it’s cause their life is boring.
Out of Eden risen with no reason given.
I’m not even kidding.
This ol’ Hedonism’s like a demon living,
You were keeping hidden,
Now freed from prison,
Deeply driven on a seedy
Mission to bring heathen vision,
To where freedom isn’t…
My position is pleasure, my drug is called dopamine.
No counter measure, it’s snuggled down in my genes.
No need to lecture. You call yourself “Super”?
You think that you’re better? You self-righteous loser!
You run at the mouth like a motor and vow,
To show me that I’m mediocre and how,
You are certainly woker than thou.
But I won’t take a bow, cause up until now,
I’m the one they wile’ out to.
Drink stout til they black out to. Chase clout to.
Plus, I’m really starting to think that three is a crowd too.
How bout you?
Introspection won’t stop all these foul views
No doubt true,
Cause self-reflection is not an American value.
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13. |
II. SUPEREGO
01:13
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Don’t step to me! You’re worthlessly empty, unless you see,
That going from gritty to integrity,
Should be our whole goal, Id. It’s such a pity,
to be monstrous. I’m calling for six cups of conscience,
That’s the new recipe.
It’ll make you rethink and review tendencies.
You worry bout glee, I live through legacy.
Ego, pay no mind to what Id wants to sell you with his sales pitch.
He is just a weak joke.
What we want entails wits, not control so feeble.
Not hard to unveil which mindset is more lethal.
Although both our roles are cerebral, what began in the fetal,
Is unequal to my skill. He’s the fecal while I’m regal.
Who to kill? We may share a space in your skull, but you pick the sequel…
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14. |
III. EGO
01:25
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Can you both just be quiet?
Turning my cranium to a riot.
Mind changing like the climate.
Why did I become ever divided sum?
Can’t we just slide back to one?
- - -
My major malady is my own morality.
Keeping neutrality is the rationale in me.
You two are warring localities,
While I feel like I’m stuck in the canal between.
For now the scheme’s to stay impartial,
Between the righteous and the carnal.
The highness and the harmful.
The whiteness and the charcoal.
See, behind us we are whole,
Though there might just be bias in our soul.
There’s no escape from this grayness.
Juggling the black and the white.
Aimless, in spite of humaneness inside.
In the past, when for greatness I tried,
It felt like the heinous replied,
That “we could be painless in pride,
But Super would shame us to hide,
And likely deny the pleasures of being alive.
Now don’t try to become divine.”
That’s just my mind, lost below in a free flow.
I feel no right to try to be a hero.
I’m just trying to decide my own credo.
This is all the burden of having an Ego.
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15. |
THE OSCILLATION
02:45
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Can’t stop the sway between extremes.
A middle way is but a dream.
It’s what we are. This back and forth,
Is only par for the course.
In autumn, as the days freeze,
I can feel that late breeze.
I await these times.
I go out to rake these laid leaves,
So that I may free my mind.
Under these swayed trees,
I perceive my brain eases this tension.
Free to conceive of what I please.
Simple peace dimension.
No pretension. Turn off the engine.
Just cleansing to wander.
Apprehension, our obsession.
Need inattention to ponder.
Free your mind from the manacles,
Of everything that’s tangible.
Intense focus goes unnoticed almost,
Like as if you were an animal.
Nothing better than mindless tasks to relax.
Free at last from these traps,
That always guarantee tracks,
Back towards relapse.
We act in denial,
About our final fate, suicidal,
While still acting tribal.
Fighting to stay in the cycle.
“We have identified various risks through our analysis.
On your planet alone, billions have been killed as a consequence of war, slavery, genocide, and persecution.
Greed, individualism, and competition have been the governing principles of your society.
If human history is any indication, we would be foolish to ally ourselves with such erratic and destructive creatures.
You oscillate between periods of enlightenment and tyranny.
Can you prove this cycle has been broken?”
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