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Untitled 1
00:02
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Human...
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These Are The Good Drugs
03:54
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They label us as shit, not fit for society
Well I don't give a fuckery
take ur cock-diddle-dickery
And stick it in ur (UN)
No not intravenously
You are just B.S. To me, not like the rest of these
(X2)
Smile filled lies, yeah hold on to these testes
Female bark please, ain't gotta be like the rest o these
Ease to please pretty profit off our ill disease
Taste of heaven is such a tantalizing tease
Leave you beggin n comin back like a poor beat puppy
I'll have beer or two, but I'm done getting drunk...
These are the good drugs...These are the good drugs...These are the good drugs...Tehse aer teh gdoo durgs...
Lookin down at us, but if so poor n ugly
Then what's with all the jealousy
false our image so that we'll buy from ye
We once were full, they wanna see us empty
Bread is buttered buttery
Yoohoos yodal yokery, different ends of jokery
Get thy hustle on homie, there'll be no disrespect from me
By any means necessary, so to each's own gluttony
One half slave-trader, one half junky
But the trap can never give what music be
I'll have beer or two, but I'm done getting drunk...
These are the good drugs...These are the good drugs...These are the good drugs...Tehse aer teh gdoo durgs...44444444
Yeah I slip, I slip,
Get off me addiction.
I'm tryna clutch this Music like yeeeeeee
They label us as shit, not fit for society
Well I don't give a fuckery
take ur cock-diddle-dickery
And stick it in ur (UN)
UHN UHN UHN UHN UHN UHN...Uh, okay
I've tried all I wanted to try,
Maybe some things I shouldn't have.
Now I just wanna try being free...
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A Strange Reaction
04:56
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Alkaloid pole, in love with these thoughts
sparse the void, angels inter-locked theories
when all the mess that is life, rustles unto each other
down the hill or up thru space
vacuous distance unannounced
clear fresh reflection of baby blue child while sun is two shades under peak
endless breakage, the child thought they were shattered
a mirror breaking into fractions
fractions breaking into fractals
fractals breaking into infinite and back into fractals
we view these windows each time we don't blink
but which point of view are we peaking thru
into you, i'm into you
through and through, away we threw
and wheels ended here
of course wheels are everywhere
from white matter back to gray back to white back to gray and back to god again
what to do when your soul thinks for your mind and your mind for your soul
not knowing what to think...nor whom it is who is thinking it...
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Some Shit
03:47
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Translucent, I loose it
loose it? Im coming to grips with, gripes with
tell me where you like and I shall bite it
savory salty smells that no longer dwell, yet still linger
spider-web swirling or is that your finger
getting lost into these thoughts that are somewhere lost
between the dream world in which they live and where you are sitting
oh how befitting, these images make sense even when we are dense
contraptions, getting them trapped in a con takes a lot of guile
smile, of course as just a pretense
I sense a lil leary defense mech, stems the sense to get back men, men of children, children of men
but they all stem from women
no not just a rib, just a rib, hey adam and steve why dont you wipe off that glib
remark, for this is not even loosely conscious, conscious rap
this is a poem where the subconscious awakens and that little green cricket dont know where the fuck he at!
I mean unconscious, not conscience, or am I just tryna con science
im writing this on many drugs so me and other druggies can say yo that was dope
bullshit, its only bout half as dope as that shit you're smokin
im past half the point where I say its shit to where even the man without a face can smell im a shitty half-wit
clever as is, wicked and weird as my last drift
this music can only be as tremendous, as the piece ofsh--no lower than
single cell amoeba—no lower than
insert witty derogatory term here—no lower than
...And as that discharged, sad, pathetic and lonely piece of trash that the rest of society had cast excrement, examined his feces, he let out a smirk and a laugh and said”Shit, I got a lot more inside of me than I thought...”
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Apathy
03:42
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A thousand doves lifting lofty fragments of cement
Unburdening this state of catatonic
Stuck in a velocity thats stagnant
Magnetic to isolation, demonstration to this melodic
Sardonic kind of state of ironic
Hypnotic, armament that shades oh so solid
Frolic with dissociative harmonics
This reason for being Here, this reason for not being Here
That mask you wear that reads “I don't care”
Fair, enough, the good 'nuff that allows our rot
Jade that spot, shit in that cot, rot rot rot
This is all; For the not
Why must we carry on with this feeling worst than despair
A great nowhere, until the nowhere embodies us
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No Influence
01:15
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Blue Skeletons
04:31
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Wrestling w/ blue skeletons
Butterflies flying from each crevice
Eternally, autumn sonata
Empty wolf howling with no head
The whole world evaporates slowly as
It pans away briskly – eventually, suddenly
Everything happens, and all at once –
But alas, a perpetual motion – urgently
Crucial necessities, but that's just a mass notion of thought
Masses swarm to that thought
But it's not individual, it's cohesive
Not individual, but singular
Blue (k)night meandering still panning away
Butterflies are ceaseless
Worms crawling all over my skeleton friend
Ceaseless pinks, unfolding upon one another
Each color more deep and elaborate from the first
Pinks flowing to all ends of the universe
Submerging flowers falling petal boundless
Perpetual promising elegant elation fruitful flowers
Ha, alliterations are funny, but also hungersome
Thank Goddess for those perpetual pinks shaded blue skeletons
and sleepy teddy bears Love Love Love Human Be
Period
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Honest As A Whore
05:10
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Sometimes in life you open your eyes, and sometimes you don’t
And sometimes I don’t know if I’m talking about my own eyes or that wisdom of the third eye
Everyone gets that sinking feeling deep in their throat at one time, or another story
Excuse my choked up tears you say to the staring stranger aside, should I dye my dead kitty cat, I wonder
Reminds me of that time I took too many drugs and woke up drowning in my vomit
Makes sense I never wear floaties nor a raincoat
I don’t wanna hide from the high, I wanna touch Goddess
Exactly how much am I allowed to tell my psychiatrist before they send me with the bickering blue jays and cardinals who really can fly over the cuckoo’s nest
Makes sense cus if a human isn’t crippled than they surely bleed
But surely we can do incredible things, as Dose said “these birds have the minds of very small rocks
And we plenty big enough brains” however in that sentence must I mention
Always opposed to our own opposables, not thumbs nor enemies
But distance from nature and point of no return is society
Plus I still Always speak in superlatives…
When I was young I would rather opt to not, jerking to pornographics but rather
The fact my mother was in the room and I can get caught
Caught me saying something stupidly (w)Horishly Honest
But honestly Art fuckin inspires me
Rather waste my life on this than a burning society
All in all, still ‘rising against’ til’ this new Babylon falls
And the band is called, if you can call it a band, No Influence
For all of us who won't be etched in history, but still exist
So still we climb
We fight for our little one percent against those that hold the 99
Ironic cus every song I write, is about Death and saving the World
Here we never evanescence
Always The revival of the Situationist Internationalist…
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Grewing
03:30
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Rewind rewind rewind wind rewind rewind rewind rewind rewind rewind rewind
Across the nowhere of the sphere, of the sphere of the fear
Now we're outta here, an alien atmosphere
Tear of a lonely alien plant, transplant via telepathy
grow growing growth, teaches humankind empathy
owe owing oath, swearing of what will be
energy, thy shine upon community
immunity of calm, communicate to you and me
Only believe in God for the mere fact that she exists
resist to insist, yet persist when ending endlessly
ceaselessly we cease, never cease perpetually
slickly streak down a crease oh so pungently
Every day is the final judgment, flawed poignantly
so we never stop judging ourselves, to hold up a mirror of ourselves
An immaculate reflection of everyone else
stacking all human emotions like texture
empty empty empty empty
better known as a modern person
a void has never been so inundated
a touch has never been so calculated
callous thoughts of (I guess it dont, I guess it do) I guess it do I guess it dont
wont ungrow to five points of malice
five points, a star a fist, a wish a kiss
And uh... - this doesnt exist in humankind or human bliss
the strife for meaning in the nothingness
An existential type o sleuth
grew grewing grewth, an endless learningness
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Growth Of Culture Toyama Shi, Japan
Never Influenced...Always Inspired...Spread Love...∞ ❤
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