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Revenge

by Ghost Buddha

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1.
Hey.. 02:30
Oh man, listen so much shit has happened man, it's great. So many different events leading up into this one, so many different possibilities and outcomes, but you're gonna pull through with me, arright? we got this, man, how you feelin! you good? ok, well Congratulations, you've won! (x2) we live in intelligent sin, we live in intelligent sin, we live in intelligent sin breaking our backs to gather the racks for all the tenements that we live in let me begin, lacking the money to win, I'm forcing my jealousy in, kickin a grin when I'm kicking the ass of the masses in arguments that I've been in lookin within, I see an empty space, searching for money that cannot replace every emotion I lost in the race, or difficult issues I have yet to face I'm broken and choking on the bitter taste of the stigma my color had put in its place and it's awful, so I'm gonna be spitting this jawful, at this rapid pace rewrite and then fucking rewrite, all of my life will be placed in a series of rhymes a tunnel that's pointing to light and I can't help but lead myself to believe that I could be winning the fight against my vices, indecisive, but I'm gonna be winning tonight, winning tonight, all I can do is breathe I thought I would intoduce myself, that's the part that I suck at, I leave bad impressions so people don't come back, I don't fuck with people that act like a dumbass, so don't be surprised when she ask, "Where the gun at?" I'm fuckin with chicks that don't even exist on this plane, cause they stay grounded in thoughts of mine, so don't get left behind, I'll be fine, cause I love long rides, I'm in love with a sunpass, live life with a mind that's objective, and open your eyes to another perspective, I know that it's cool to have overprotected opinions, your mind's inside my dominion, now you're just a minion, and you're living in my control, cause I have more thoughts in my inion than you can shove up into your whole head, Roll's dead, so I have no emotion, my mask isn't golden, it's hapless and frozen, plus I leave it open, and it gathers mold when I'm mad and outspoken, so I left it broken, at the foot of the school that I left from, and I'm walking the path of knowledge cause I'll be damned if I get kept dumb rewrite and then fucking rewrite, all of my life will be placed in a series of rhymes a tunnel that's pointing to light and I can't help but lead myself to believe that I could be winning the fight against my vices, indecisive, but I'm gonna be winning tonight, winning tonight, all I can do is breathe I'm coming to speak the truth, this ain't a debut for me, it's a eulogy, I'm choosing to remove the sacred hues, I forsake scrutiny, and in the unlikely case that I become engaged in lunacy, I compiled a list of artists that are responsible for my mutiny, yo and that goes for WizeDome and Saint Jerome and Andre and Jo$e, Moose Mills, Todd and Beans, Doom Canal and Majide, Jared Brooks, Infinity Frequencies, 9Milli and Sammy, Lexie, Rana, Faith, and the rest of my family. Let's see rewrite and then fucking rewrite, all of my life will be placed in a series of rhymes a tunnel that's pointing to light and I can't help but lead myself to believe that I could be winning the fight against my vices, indecisive, but I'm gonna be winning tonight, winning tonight, all I can do is breathe
2.
Leave 01:49
All of the people around me that fill me with doubt, I'm living without, and all of the people around me with hatred inside of their mouth, I'm leaving you out, and all of the people with buckets of water inside of the drought, I'm airing you out, and all of the people around me who pander themselves to the crowd, have been disavowed, those people are dumb and don't know what I'm talking about, If you're not with it you shouldn't be listening, missing the point and descending like Icarus, You won't be killing this australopithecus, civic and livid and living in ignorance, no I'm leaving a gift to the ones in the know that go with the flow, the friend and the foe, or basically all of the people who live in the void of the glow. Military hints at the risk of a new catastrophe, The lack of Adam with a mix of Blasphemy, I left no trace for the masses to capture, there is no goal in my mind to get after, I didn't get the break that the Scriptures intended, the Mark of the stoic is don't get offended, a trip to the past phase 2 was demented, depression when left unattended If you really wanna get up in the truth from me, Or get a medicine to head and get loose with me, I don't take shit, I'm vacant and truthfully, I won't fake shit, I make it to cool the elusive in me, I take no steps to get lucid, I'd rather get a chill when I listen to music, you fight me with psyches in love with delusions, your life's an illusion, the life of a student, you're childish, and you're living inside of a closed environment, nodding your head when you're told the vibe is a bag of shit by the people you wanna associate with, a spoonfull of garbage encased by your lips, and the wool on your eyes has been soaked with piss, I find it hilarious that I'm addicted to climbing outside of the hole that I'm in, so it's fuck anybody who concedes to defeat in the mind, or lives to repeat the scripted lines, you're showing the signs of an automated drone, and it plagues my mind to know that I'm all alone in this world, so it's fuck you to things that don't have to exist, I'm slowly getting better at the laughing abyss, I know dark Zen is the path to the bliss, but I would fear death as a pacifist, I'm casting you out if you hate me, or anyone I fuck with that spoke to me lately, I lack in attendance,so I could delay the inevitable sleep when they try to sedate me, I don't feed your ego if I know your limit, and I have no attachment to those with a gimmick, solidify my pigeonhole cast as a cynic, and I laugh in the end, but it's just the beginning. A flag in the ground is the Mark of an era of dark, where people who haven't a regular thought, can all disembark on a mission of tearing each other apart and I'm itching to start. I have no skill with the Greetings, half of the reasons I laugh are deceiving, I'd ask for a cool pass, but eh, I can see you're busy.
3.
I wouldn't let my heartbeat bother me, it's more a fear of embarrassment or creating a disturbance in astronomy. A rational/irrational dichotomy, I'm trembling with excitement and awareness in my uneasy psychology. Any number divided by zero is infinity, so why the undefined? Only thing I don't know is the murderer of Kennedy, I'm not exactly an antonym of divinity, but only fools and hypocrites wanna add politics and offices to the Trinity. When challenges are gone, I spin webs of nonsense, and build and build until I have rope and use it to catch new friends, my basement is a mess, mainly because it's filled with limestone, and we didn't build a door because it's a South Floridian home. I've been crowned the Smoothie King by the Land of Shaven Ice, the suckers, they have no idea that my secret weapon is love, and a blender, I was exiled to the forest of fires and lived for ten days, and was readmitted when I came back with a cup of water, so kill me, I've got unlimited lives, cause ever since I was little I've had a GameShark embedded in my spine, I can also walk through walls and I have unlimited ammo, except the walls are psychological, and my ammo is deadly insults. Take me to your leader, I'll convince them to suicide, and earn the throne just to cast your entire lifestyle to the wayside, take me to your woman, I'll convince her for every day you were together there's another reason she should cut ties with you forever. Take me to your child, I'll convince them that the smoke coming from your ears when you try to think is more cancerous than a Black & Mild, take me to your house, I'll need a place to stay for when your ego explodes into a shower of sorbet. I must have done something humongous, the stares and thoughts I generate in public are both plentiful and pained, and I hate the word plentiful, it makes my mouth feel vulnerable to the shells of people whose ideal is to fornicate in the rain and I try not to use repetition, I hate it, to the point of calling relatives ignorant and leaving them in the heaven-sent-and-missed cardboard box, along with natural disasters and homeless with something to say, or the fact that the most common bird of the city is gray, or the fact that all true artists leave their house in total disarray, and I don't like it, I dress myself in wooden jewelry and talk to myself in a language I created just to convince the population that I'm psychic. Never to hear the under-the-beeline laughter is my shower head, all it ever did was cry on my shoulder, I'm starting to think that it was molested, I tried to save its suicidal life but its heart slowly gave up and slept from all the pain medication it ingested. So don't be like me kids, don't try to repress your sexual urges for the sake of humanity's ever-shrinking decency, and biggest of all, don't let your level of paranoia not correlate with what you've done or heard in the local news recently.
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I was sittin in the in the kitchen and I thought there's somethin missin got no girly for the kissin ain't no agent for the mission I started doin dishes with a daydream of the women leave me swimmin with the fishes or allow me all the riches If I'm caught all alone I might as well be eatin chitlins the stereotypical nigger image not in the distance you probably think I'm smokin swishers eating catfish and flippin chickens with Charles Dickens sacrificing Wiccans but I might be hipster cause pop gives me blisters my best friend I pissed her off cause of her hysteria I kissed her under the mistletoe but after hearing her music I let her cry in the wisteria I know this might be the only time that I've told this But ol' GB's weakness is focus hundreds of millions of thoughts, swarming like locusts I wrote this with bogus, hocus pocus see I'm the type of guy that'll analyze a personality during conversing, a perfect duality but neglect to remember basic essentials like house keys, cash, other things of normality I doubt that it'll progress to the point where basic functions are to cease in totality but The reason for the ignorance is easy to perceive, the lies separating it are easy to believe, the people around me aren't easy to please, and my anxiety surrounding it ain't easy to relieve, I trust the cusp of my unfit dumb shit seeps through the panel and will leave me loveless, the reason that I always ruin the fun, is the knife of life has left me teeth and gumless, I only fall down when my stilts break, and the impact of the fall makes my will shake, and I can't take when they don't relate to me, the whole 'illusion' thing just seems fake to me, Getting a strain in my face from being matronly, if I die, then I'm gonna do it painfully, block the most that just don't have a brain to me, you bring up a point, but then you don't do it tastefully, eradicating hate in myself is the perfect objective, I shape shift put a face lift on perspective, space rift in the main glitch is effective, I'll open up a zoo with the fools I collected, act cruel when the rules are respected, you're clueless, erect, and a tool with a tech, kid, get lost, you can learn from the best, kid I leave no trace, hire 18 detectives for me, I'm off in a place that's accustomed to me, you really can't see in dimension 17, I lean in the scene with a mean kind of gleam, I make you sip cream when I scream ice cream...
5.
History 04:01
Walked in the rain and I'm still sick, if it meant the depression of man independent of land then I wouldn't have killed this, irrational habit of speaking my mind in the void and it would've revealed this, this bank of intelligent thoughts and the wisdom required to create descendents, disciples of mind in the time of desire accentuating your dependence, when in fact the solution to that is a knife in the back to show repentance, but the sins of the father have damaged me harder than I could've thought to begin with, and I don't have a clue or a reason to do what I do but I just wanna kill this, I just wanna kill this, hey, and i'm living every day in the shadow of death, and I became the replacement the veteran left in my mind, and the time that it took to remind me of this is a remix of hell's descent, and I can't, live in this life, telling my people that I'll be alright, I'm gonna die, maybe tonight, battling sadness and losing the fight, I'm going away, I'll stay on the couch, I don't think I'll ever be leaving my house, the tangents of thought don't relieve me of doubt, hilarity when they come out of my mouth, at least to myself, the medicine never came out of the shelf, I don't need your help, I'm losing my sanity searching for self, I don't need division in anyone else, but I'm never gonna let emotion get to me, if we talk then you're gonna be upset with me, cause I argue my points incessantly, and my humor has a deep complexity, I battle to the death of me deflecting those that recklessly, paddle in the endless sea of hate and death respectively, brought back to the me that focused his whole energy on misanthropy, I couldn't make the jump from moon to earth while on its apogee, the hieroglyphics scrawled on the walls of a Castle I built happily, a Castle I built happily, living my life in the Castle I built myself! The seconds are longer I couldn't be wronger I tried to defeat it but I wasn't stronger and now in the age of the open Lotus I'm developing focus but I can't hold all the words that I've gathered in my experience, I lack a desire to speak unless I'm drunken or delirious, but I wouldn't give up and I'm losing my touch, bearing the brunt of my terrible luck, clouding the vision of having enough, hearing the people that show me no love in the thick of it, and I'm sick of the hints, all of these fights with myself I've been in, all of these fights with myself I've been in, all of these casual wars with me! Walked in the rain and I'm still sick, if it meant the depression of land independent of man then I wouldn't have killed this, irrational habit of speaking my mind in the void and it would've revealed this, this bank of intelligent thoughts and the wisdom required to create descendents, disciples of mind in the time of desire accentuating your dependence, when in fact the solution to that is a knife in the back to show repentance, but the sins of the father have damaged me harder than I could've thought to begin with, and I don't have a clue or a reason to do what I do but I just wanna kill this, I just wanna kill this, hey, And I killed all the weakness in me, filled the empty space with the callous you see, I didn't kill the child in me completely, but the edge of my teeth made a hole where the liquids will seep, like I leak, like I breathe, like I speak, like I take, I guess with no friends then no one can be fake, I wouldn't build a system of people with their knives at my neck cause there's too much at stake, it's just in the mind, the mind isn't real cause it's fading with time, my childlike focus is lagging behind, the people around me all bask in the shine, but let me remind you I'm in the darkness, living as heartless as I can possibly be, brushed on the surface of psychopathy, id had a quarrel with ego, I'm winning regardless, but, The cognitive dissonance gave my subconscious the impetus clouding the vision of serious stimulus ignorance pointed at all of my syllabus claiming the name of ridiculous innocence, and it's killing me slow, finding the answers that nobody knows asking an obvious question again, watching the people and thinking of those that killed me, with the loss of my voice, taking the strength and removing the choice bring me to nothing, leave me alone, claim that I've gone, and something is wrong arguments that I can easily win, build up the fear of your absence again and leave me, in a way that I can feel guilty. Kill it with nothing else than fire, I searched the corners of my psyche (that friendship is dead, compulsions still ring in my head.) and nobody's a liar, I learned that lesson from the one with the (the falling apart has just given me strength,) the only one that's higher than me in terms of who I dole out my esteem (sharpening knives of resistance and listen again,) and if I were to bring a casualty into the mix (the mark of the struggle's intelligent grin) I doubt I'd get fired, cause I don't have a position (I doubt the integrity of every single fact) I bring myself to perspire, I made that part my mission (my lack of attention span is the source of my misfortune) and I can only aspire, and I'm raising my ambition (I wouldn't resist if I didn't have something that's precious to lose) But my only desire is to destroy my old editions (destroy all the shells of myself) Walked in the rain and I killed this, if it meant the depression of land independent of man then I wouldn't have killed this, irrational habit of speaking my mind in the void and instead I'd've this, this bank of intelligent thoughts and the wisdom required to create I killed this, disciples of mind in the time of desire accentuating that I killed this, when in fact the solution to that is a knife in the back to show I killed this, but the sins of the father have damaged me harder than I could've thought to begin with, and I don't have a clue or a reason to do what I do but I just wanna kill this, I just wanna kill this, hey,
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Leave me the fuck alone I know there's a chance that I hurt your feelings when I keep all my thoughts in my broken ceiling, but you didn't have to be a fucking dick about it, as hard as I try to keep being nice, and I'm sure there's a chance that my feelings got hurt when I tried to make em surface and it didn't work, but that's something I don't even wanna think about, my weaknesses shouldn't be brought to the light when the engine dies, that's something I've tried to live again, but I can't get it started, I live outside of myself all the time, and this train of thought of mine is aloft and departed, I can't seem to part with the fact that I like being lost, I'll find all my demons and kill them all off when I gather the wisdom to fight, or reverse all I've done and recede from the light, the path that I follow is not so deliberate, losing my mind to remove any fear of the end, and I can't make amends, for all of the selfish thoughts that I used to pretend weren't true, my plan is immaculate too, I'll have all your minds in the absence of youth, and you'll suffer like all of my actions do, imagine a verbal reaction to you doing nothing, screaming "The ignorance coming! " live under eyes that'll catch if you're bluffing, speak into the ears that are blocked out with stuffing, and then all of your progress is deemed unbecoming, I won't let it hurt me beyond what it has, cause the evidence of weakness is left in the past, and I'm armored from all of the hate I've amassed by a tendency to be absentminded, I can't spoon feed the medicine to you, you'll have to come close if you wanna hear the truth, you might have thoughts that you need to remove, but attachment to pain is the life that you choose, and the road to revenge is the one that I live on, flirting with death and I'm not one to hit on, I put myself down to get broken and spit on, alone in this room with a bunch of shit songs, I'm often rejected I don't have a place I belong to, my friendships are jokes that I'm playing along with, I hide my feelings to come off as strong to, the people that I haven't been getting along with, the message I preach isn't one for the masses, it's mostly directed at myself, I have these thoughts on the daily that constantly make me believe I don't need any help, I'm keeping myself an enigma, good job if you find me, I'm constantly thinking of hell, and all it's inhabitants eating each other in ravenous circles to drink from the well, I can't do it all, I'm itching to know what's expected of me, I can no longer tell, it might take years to recover, should I take a mortal blow from the evil I'm trying to expel, I won't stay awake when it's raining, I won't have an ear if I hear you complaining, I won't have a shred of my conscience remaining, I won't even look if I see you attaining the light, I'm gonna have to sharpen a knife, to sever by the sections affectionate ties, erasing all the guilt by attacking at the source of your life, till we die in the cloak of the night, living with the fact we're disintegrating into the ground, I wanted you to see there's a group of reminders that show all the laws that we think we are bound by, are rendered useless, you fuck with a ghost if you're choosing Rufus, and we mute your screams when lose your hubris, and I never was nice when I made conclusions, so I leave contusions, I never got the wave of benevolence until last night and I lost it immediately, when the anger and fear didn't cease to appear and in essence I stabbed it ethereally, I look low to the ground cause I focus on things that don't change, My eyesight is strong, but the third has no range, I glance up to see that the people are so strange, yet, I'm here, a hundred minds, and no change, I sated my rage, so instead the cold came, and it hardened the sympathetic side of my old brain, I loosen association with my old name when I can, I will not stand for the act of sitting, in a time where the opposite side is winning, and it's not like the Dawn of a new beginning is what it takes, it might take a little bit of shit in your face, to remind you we haven't even started in the race, but, let's not act like that hasn't been common.
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a-r-t-d-a-r-k-m-i-a-m-i Bet I break your mind when I kill this, it's irrelevant cause of the lack of my elegance, but I never wanna get a hand in my face or a 'time and a place' I'm gonna make it evident that you will never get a piece of me, and I won the war and I lost the bet but I'm never gonna shave my head, are you fucking kidding me? My fro is gonna rapunzel across the Atlantic Ocean to Italy, I rock and you rock, and all of the movement will feed both of our vert-egos, the constant calls I get from your bitch, I think she might be half-seagull, and I don't wanna give her a piece of this biscuit, I'd rather give her the business, so add me on Skype if you wanna be a witness, the hypnosis ruthless, when I open my mouth, she leaks her juices, color me conclusive, she's coming with me to the back of my car so a nigga can get intrusive, I'm talking about this orange, the villainy's Oh so horrid, whores adore it, but I think that I'd love it more, so the floor is the place that I lay myself, thinking of all of the things that keep the doctor's pills away from the shelf, intuitive leaps measured in the heaps are how I have sustained myself, filling my head with nonsensical garbage to restrain myself, that's it, I've had enough of your shit, I'm dumping your shit, I couldn't get the people to fuck with your shit, good luck with the shit cause I'm fucking your chick, and I wouldn't be surprised if she fucked with the Clique, and I'm leaving a message to all of the people I'm teaching a lesson; I'm thinking of holding a Smith and a Wesson, I'll give you a gift in a second, pull it back, hit em with the 90,000 decibels of sound, these punk mothafuckas can't take the heat, so they collapse in heaps on the ground, my only advice to you is to stay on the floor, cause I'm gonna need something soft to step on, and the blood from your nose can stain the clothes that your girl just couldn't keep kept on, you fucking bitch Kill em with that, and I'll kill em with this, alright? You buggin. I live in the mist, I'm dripping my piss in the middle of shit that you got in the oven, hit or a miss, I'm slipping my wit underneath the basses hit, calling you out on some racist shit, we target you with the high levels of discrimination, quit playing your tracks, you're giving us all an omen alike to those who chose to step on a crack, think of the kids, you're hurting their lids, and soon they'll have their head on their back, for those who would close their ears, I can oppose you with a metal attack, and the metal will clap so fast you'll have the lead in your back before you can even cognize, you thought you were safe to hate, but sadly you fucked around with the wrong guys, you better delay your pace, you'll face a great when I call you a fall guy, my crew's the smartest dudes but I guarantee you that we're not all wize, got one to bleed your ego, and then another to leave you leaking, I suggest you wear an ego vest to bed because I'm sneaking in, you're under arrest for tryna molest the girl who you've been creeping on she might rest her head on your chest if it's your music that she's sleeping on, but otherwise I'm not so sure. Hey, if it's a fight you want, you might like to talk to my secretary, cause she's packin a gat in her black belt, and she can send your friends to the cemetery, I'm too busy in meditation for me to start a fight, too zen to get in a scuffle, too willing to drop the charges so I can do a sudoku puzzle, Why don't we just make up? I'm feeling embarrassed that we continue to live in this boxing ring, and this talking thing is a constant, pissing me off with all of the mocking, adding your girl on Facebook, take looks into her pictures stalking, I'm getting her off as soon as you hit the office, so keep walking, I'm hitting your aunty with the sedative, I thought it'd be cool to fool around with at least two of your relatives, I took some pics on a disposable, and I handed you the negatives, of your sis, your mom, and aunt all sucking me off and getting competitive, I thought I would keep it low, but now that I'm ready to die, I'm letting you know, killin the cynical flow, you cannot oppose, the grip ain't letting you go feeling as if you dove right out of the sky, and now you're letting the flo collapse and shatter your bones, you splatter your home, and all the chatter is gone so shut the fuck up
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Revenge B 02:51
This is for the punk kid that wouldn't take a bite from the apple, and only read the caps when he opened the snapple, he waits for the omen, his face has no trace of emotions, but little did he know that he was chosen left with a mental broken, and spoke to no one, not letting it open to see, what he foretold was rhetorical abortions, and defeat, I couldn't absorb the potion so I left his dreary notion out in the enclosure of the sea, and this is for the fake solace that his peers tried to provide him when he screamed to the skies why him? it only took a braindrizzle and a couple play missiles to remove the questions that were inside him, the only question that he couldn't answer was when asked about his status his vocab just wasn't vast enough to capture why he's mad at us perhaps he wasn't black enough, but thinking that is blasphemous he'd visit psychoanalysts who'd laugh and call him pussilanimous, and this is for the people that he tricked 6th grade when he played the catfish, the story was absurd, but I guess he had a way with the words, that would herd those with reason absent, and if it wasn't for them, he'd be in the mental cage he often saw around him people in wasted states of grace were much abound, living in ignorance of necessary innocence and acting like the riddances of this were path A to the bliss, but only if they knew they accelerated up to their peak, while it's still uphill for the meek, cause lack of moderation has a point zero zero zero zero zero zero one (0.0000001%) chance to succeed, and even if it does, you'll die, if it doesn't, you'll die still, and I will eventually so I don't have any time to kill, I might as well document the progress, what are we talking about? I forgot, well this is for the anger that he kept manifested in himself as a pain that resided in the chest and back, he had a hole in his soul that would suck up affection accuse caregiver as a diplomat, no benevolence in his mind, he harbored nothing but the tenebrous, sent to mental irrelevence lead to never remember the ever-elegant tenements he used to berate, and he'd hate em if they ever made him lose a debate once met by the absence of social oppression, he opened his vocals with a lack of discretion, and as the saying goes, "any personality pressurized, released makes a beast with the heaven he memorized, he met with some don't-touch-mes, some shut-the-fuck-ups came straight outta dumb luck he didn't just up and combust met two inventors led in their selfish adventures, He ventured to see, and the sights made him weep cause he saw that we're about to get pushed off the cliff just to see who can fly, in order to succeed in this case, I must leave his dead weight, so the kid that's inside me must die, a gun named structure, a knife named focus, I shot every thought when I cut his mind open, ferocious emotions that bled to a hopeless, corroding, ocean that froze in a moment, I'm told I'm the chosen, but what does that mean, when I'm prone to distractions, my hands stay clean, I make no progress, my vices make islands exhausted, I've only gotten more nauseous in this coffin, Believe me, I've tried to stay young, not the best in the grades, but I held back my tongue, so where's my acclaim? Have I gone unsung? I don't wanna hear a "congratulations, you've won!" I want all my time back, I wasted too much tryna dodge any punishment, the height of a climax, I should've fallen out of my youth, peg leg and an eyepatch, a sin in every minute to repent and be right back, again and again til I finished, the age of true freedom is quickly diminished, I didn't live my life like a game I can win, so I pale when I face that it's just the beginning. and I give up
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CAME IN THE CUT WITH THE BIG ASS COIN CASE DUN FUCKED UP CAUSE YOU KNOW WE SHUTTIN DOWN THE PLACE SMACK A MUTHAFUCKA WITH THE ARM FROM THE COIN SLOT BET THREE COINS AND I'M OUT TO THE PAWN SHOP I'M GETTIN HELLA TMS, GETTIN HELLA TMS YA GIRL IN YOUR MENTIONS, BUT SHE IN MY DMS I'M GETTIN HELLA TMS, GETTIN HELLA TMS, WE IN THIS MUTHAFUCKA FROM THE PM TO THE AM (MANTRA) GET THAT SHITx8 I'M GETTIN DIRTY MONEY AND I BET I TAKE YO HONEY GOT MOUNTAIN OF THE CASH SO THE HOES COUNT IT FOR ME YA ACTIN LIKE A DUMMY AND YA CLOTHES LOOK BUMMY CALL UP THE BODYGUARDS, TELLEM "GET THIS NIGGA FROM ME" WE FLASHIN THE CASH AND WE TAKIN ALL THE PORYGONS YA GIRL SAID YOU GOT AN EKANS, I GOT AN ARBOK I'M IN THIS MUTHAFUCKA AND I'M STRAPPED WITH THE HYPER BEAM TRY TO SHOOT ME AN I HIT YOU WITH THE DOUBLE TEAM (CHORUS) WE RUNNIN UP IN THE GAME CORNER (FLASH) WE RUNNIN UP IN THE GAME CORNER (FLASH) x4 GET THAT SHIT x8 SPENT A FEW STACKS NOW I'M STRAPPED WITH THE EEVEE TRYNA GET SOME? NO BITCH, I'M TOO GREEDY HIT YOU IN THE EYE WITH THE CASH, CAN YOU SEE ME? I GOT THE TRIPLE SEVEN JACKPOT ON THE REPEAT PIKACHU DAMN NEAR FREE IN THE CRYSTAL GOT THE CASHIER BLOWIN ON A RAPE WHISTLE I'M TOO BRITTLE, I'M TOO BRITTLE I DON'T FIGHT CAUSE I'M STRAPPED WITH THE PISTOL MANTRA x8 IF I GET THE SHIT, I'M GONNA SPEND THE SHIT AND I'M IN THE SHIT, CAUSE I'M WINNIN SHIT IF YOU BRING YA BITCH, SHE GONNA LICK THE DICK IF THAT PUSSY THICK, I'M GONNA KILL IT QUICK YOU DON'T FUCK WITH ME? I DON'T FUCK WITH YOU AND THAT WIG'N SHIT'S WHAT I'M BUMPIN TO SO DON'T ACT A FOOL, CAUSE I GOT THE TOOL I USE MAX REVIVE, AND GET BACK AT YOU CHORUS
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And I'm done, let me get another daquiri, it's all fun when you listen to the last of me, and if you're down to destroy all the lands with me, then get the fuck up and clap all your hands with me, I don't talk anymore because of apathy, I scorched earth to get labeled an absentee, I'd keep talking but my brain's gonna atrophy, and with the yang gone you'll only hear the wrath of me, fuck slaving, I did this shit happily, and if my work's a tree, this is an appleseed, because of you, I eliminated Blasphemy, and read minds just to point out your fallacies, it takes nothing cause you're not gonna fuck with me, you try hard, but you're not having luck with me, it's no use when you try to act tough with me, you ain't down, so you don't know what's up with me, I'm dark Zen, so you won't get a fight from me, but I'll protest if we do it righteously, I can't figure out the hate for the life of me, but all the people showing love are the light for me, this is literally nothing to the people around me, thank everyone that didn't stay asleep when they found me, big fuck you to the punk niggas that clown me, and a Goodnight kiss to the times that you drown me in love, I gotta stay above, I gotta stay awake, to give all the love and receive all the hate.
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They're Gone 03:55
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this is my fall from hubris, the inability to communicate due to complexes, feelings, and delusions the last time I gathered the fortitude and energy, my dormant efforts were shamed. I've learned both my lack of focus and security and I'm progressing on both at the expense of my friendships Wize left his mic at my house after a day of no progress in learning technology even at this moment I'm fighting the rip current that is my distraction and obsessions every instance of my self-proclaimed glory goes forgotten due that incessant torrent of silence and depression one of the many reasons for my name is my disbelief in having a lasting impression on anybody my earlier addiction to epiphanies has left me nothing but wiser and isolated murderous fantasies have made me realize the importance of eating on schedule I predict that my appendix will explode within the year, causing my untimely death The hatred from those who've died is something of which I'm no longer impressed I'm actively attempting to leave this life from the influenza virus, however I'm taking precautions against it because I'm not going out like a coward Recently it has been brought to my attention that I'm absent of expression of emotion The cause being the vast majority of my time being spent by myself These holes in my skin belong to me and no one else at least for the time being, I wouldn't mind a mutual custody if it was someone who could bear the frozen storm my constant battle between me, myself, and the norm I wish I wasn't selected, death as a cell doesn't even count as a statistic every movement I make I cross infinity why is this happening, why am I alive the rapidly swimming cells don't know it's the winner who gets the worst end of the deal At least I don't wear a fedora. I have enough sentience to acknowledge the bad man's land openly disregarding ignorance is the universal suicide ticket I made this beat as an imitation of a sample we're all fighting sleep, we're all fighting sleep. I'm ashamed of my past because I have no past we're all fighting sleep, we're all fighting sleep. I don't recognize my handwriting and I can't read my own voice we're all fighting sleep. we're all fighting sleep. I've been on the brink of tears for the past 18 decades.
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(Wize) You are the visceral, full of zest spirit soul compressed into a physical, nothing less, we are the godlike manifest, step into a coffin nevermore, cause we're never dead (Ghost Buddha) Stepping into the coffin in a pair of dirty sandals feeling effects of evil often, nothing that we couldn't handle, even attempt to leave the life we lead by breeding ego vandals, I had to slay them and display their heads atop my mantle, it's funny how irrational you get, painting a picture, giving my brain a blister when you read the scriptures as a silhuoetted human, make your tomb in all my oratories, deep in the laboratory, turn your wedding plans into a horror story (Wize) humorously hopeless, focus, lyrical potency spit nothing but dopeness, I understand your premise is shit legitimate logic you're lacking, better your argument awful, you niggas is talk but your slacking, kill em regardless and harness your souls and get with the smacking, you can call for your backup, but watch me call for the Kraken niggas you know that we're ghosts, but you keep trying to track us, sneak attacks, fuck that, we finish with murderous laughter, niggas is wack and I'm- (Ghost Buddha) I'm comin through innocently, I'll bring your doom imminently quick, I'll never lose intricacy, my moves are legitimately sick, and I can't take it, I think I'm in need of some rapper noodle soup, I'll tackle you and hack your troop to pieces, blackened in a booth, I think I've reached the pinnacle, hitting with criticals only, making a pitiful lyrical criminal die, left invisible to the digital eye whoever told you that your life's a golden miracle lied, I reside in the side of your sighs, the signs of demise (Wize) so it's official, hit em the missile at the sound of my whistle, body a temple, broken down when my tempest hits your fucking temple, never sentimental, I'm a mentor, pay me what you owe me, your squad has fallen, it's all cause my penmanship's paying homage, to infinite knowledge, I'm taking you to the edge of reason, you don't speak without permission, you ain't shit unless we deem you worthy better serve your purpose, nothing short of perfect buddha calls the final verdict, I'm just here to make you nervous (Ghost Buddha) Look, now I'm not tryna hear your bible quotes, a positive or negative, or tryna hear the branches legislative or executive, I'm tryna get your sister to make you some extra relatives, and by the look she's giving me I guess that's where we're headed, I'm doper than your sedatives, a master of the elements, spoke about some peddling to gain some extra relevance, I fixed the country deficit while riding on an elephant, you're at the speed of light, so how'd I get so far ahead of it? I guess you're kinda slow (Wize) Flash flow, aggro, our home is a black hole, spit chrome and atttack assholes enlightened rascals grab souls, slap hoes, we tag and then bag foes bad folks, armed with heavy weapons and bad jokes punchline, clutch we tag-teamin a bad dreamin and that seems to captivate beings that lack meaning the hollow will never survive, two man army packed with a platoon of past lives (Both) Avarice, an average attack upon the thalamus a fabulous distraction from the fact that we're an accident I'm ravenous, a callous rite of passage psycho- analysts are blasted in the calves by those who understand the Massive, Our time will come to pass, so choosing paths is malpractice even after fleeting rapture thoughts are captured every chapter of the past presents the future, the teachings of the Buddha are a guide to life for peasants to the melancholy poobahs
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Faith, Rana, Faith.

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My first release, with the help of Infinity Frequencies, Wizedome, a couple videogames, and whatever Light Wurka/Manndible is calling himself now.

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released December 21, 2013

Infinity Frequencies, Wizedome, Light Wurka, Manndible

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