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dom mclennon – thesis (full) كلمات اغاني

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to whom it may concern:

my name is dom mclennon. i am a musician and artist, as well as a creator. since my last musical endeavor (<---link to sandy sh0r- motel) i've been working on a new multimedia project that i will begin revealing to you all soon. what started as a musical journey to create something different became my first think piece; my view & -n-lysis of music, culture, emotion, art & sound. i know the music will not be exactly everybody's taste, and some of the dialogue and content may be abrasive on certain subjects, but i believe that everything written in this project can & should be digested by anyone who has the chance to come across it with a hunger to think. i will begin releasing portions of this think piece online @ dom-mclennon.com. thank you for your time -d.m cue statement: ////intro2thesis//// so many philosophers, not enough students got enough sound now not enough music physically they say they're present mentally they're truant emotions making walls without foundations or a blueprint forcing so much energy, not enough expression so many lies told! but not enough confessions living off an impulse always leads to some repentance when convictions to be cynics only stem from bad decisions i watch it all indifferent.... but see it from my eyes routine behavior leads to nothing new save the "surprise" i l-st to live spontaneous and others lack the drive; i'm just not entertained with more of the same out of life so i'm sorry you're upset but i'm more sorry for my apathy lack of any feeling in any way is a tragedy but with the way society's desensitized i feel as if more normalcy would only break my mind are you alive now? can you see me? i've been calling out to elsewhere; can you read me? i can feel you listening so can you just reply so i know that i'm not alone just talking to the sky.... ////thefinalsong//// welcome to a modern bohemian mind my wanderl-st translated into a premium grind. they told me pick a lane so i powerslid through the median line until i found an exit label with elysium signs; leading the blind to get their eyesight, my chakras shine bright. keep it 100, these others are more like pyrite; and to me, fool's gold is a pet peeve. f-ck a goal, all my dreams are being achieved. i never appeased to a soul: did it on my own, and i did my own thing; and my own way, living humble. i deserve to be c-cky as f-ck too. but the place that helped me create is what i owe every last bit of my love to. verbal kung-fu with these lyrics. smoke 'til i see my spirit. dreamsquad until death; leaving other n-ggas stressed every time they hear it stop bang bang no games draw fangs on lames your fame's just shame never did it for the lifestyle; cause the lifestyle will put you in chains if you had a 4k screen you couldn't put the vision in my head in frame wanna clash with my path? i can guarantee whats in my way gets maimed my voice? still a little raspy beard? still a bit patchy but my tracks still nasty; rap the seed of life around my compet-tors gladly & my brainstorm 'be a tornado; you muh'f-ckas better call haarp lately i've been feeling like a volcano; but i guess that's life when you make art bedlam in these streets bedlam in thees streets molotovs in my verses you could see the flame when i speak [ repeated into climax of track leading to ////lucy//// ] i guess i done f-cked up n-gga. i'm sick of dealing with these f-ck n-ggas! fraudulent, only fronting n-ggas; tryna stunt but the truth is they're sus n-ggas. and i don't mean to be ignorant, but i'm calling it like i see it... all this fake beef making me squeamish, if its not real, then i purge it once i eat it have you ever seen pieces? cause i only seen glimpses it don't make me less or more of a man cause i'm not that narcissistic i'm just being realistic give the paper graphite stained kisses got a girl but the studio is a mistress; recording is pleasure; the product is business have you ever seen 5am? 6am? like its replay? writing verses just to vent but the truth is youre just mad at your dj? sold my soul on ebay for some dmt got it back in three days i would give these other rappers more leeway but egos got me feeling oh so meanly so i took the leash off spitting cheat codes toss a verse up like its nothing more than free throws my roots less ill than illegal but i try to do good don't you see? oh-oh-oh (flat note at the end of vocals for satire) transmit my discography to the stars; if you want life to respond from beyond the surface of mars i watched my homie smoke a lucy while i'm staring at the diamonds in the sky exhale the bad vibes profusely; trying to take all the good into my life ////a.y.n.e//// my dreams got me talking in my sleep woke myself up speaking in tongues... leaned to my left started spitting up blood; the color of death is the same shade as love dancing with the devil on the t-tanic band of angels playing til the ship sinks grip her dress tightly when the lights cut & the gods? they applaud us in disbelief tell me, have you seen your dreams in the cherry of that blunt you lit? life; it always cuts you sh-t... but you managed just to step through it seriously i don't be the dog in this situation; we get complacent, act impatient contradictions & separations are common to everyone but who it phases... and it's been a while since i left but not much is new except the houseguests ill just leave by my own request no offense nostalgia could make me lament but it's not from things i regret we are what we manifest; im an introverted creative, learning everything i can to past these tests from a thing called life? maybe what we tried this time? crazy offspring of my brain put into 2 sets of 20 babies this is just another first for me; 40 runs like i'm tryin out for varsity perform on every track like i was doing surgery certainly, double cup ayahuasca mixed with mercury are you not entertained? i'll be some miles away when you get here, so i'll just leave this note for you. i hope you find it and read it, and do what you're supposed to do for those close to you. lately n-ggas ain't sayin too much, just talking out of their opinions; and they say that those can be like -ssh0l-s? so i guess that explains the disposition pardon me while i roll mine up i'm prolly better than the whole lineup; if you got a problem you could just sign up to listen to me while i'm screamin out hold my nuts rapper sh-t on my way to do some master sh-t minimizing my verbs while every word remains significant take that in do you feel it, do you believe it? i've got a vision & i'm building blocks to see it. these n-ggas manufactured to their breathing, hit or miss and they've been shooting bricks all season. "every line like game 6," i'm not the one you wanna play with; been folding the compet-tion, wish me well i'm on my paper crane sh-t i don't wanna do the same....same...... i'm just expressing my brain....brain.... leave the pop filter on flame....flame...... girls want the dough (doe) like jane...jane.... sh-t got me goin insane....sane.... people swear they know my lane, lane but i'm really here to break this game do you not understand? are you not entertained? are you not entertained? group of young n-ggas bringin that flame so p-ssionate that it's insane you wouldn't last a day inside my brain all i got is my squad and my family i claim this is my life and it's never a game compromise either i gotta arrange to send n-ggas to your crib that don't got names (repeated twice back into hook line: are you not entertained) ////thewriter//// [roundtable discussion w/ kevin abstract & mic kurb about the purpose of a writer/songwriter and what differentiates them from musicians/recording artists, the formula of music and where/why/how it can be broken, why stories work in songs & hte lost art behind it, etc. full dialogue available soon.] ////thecardiologist//// story example 1: perspective comes from a man of high power in the medial field dealing with his own personal vices as well. inspired by house m.d & the story of doctor kevorkien zoning off melatonin. sh-t got me f-cking goin'. thinking of hearts i've molded and the delicate one i'm now holding. fixing sh-lls that are broken; they say my hands are golden, but these gloves are blood-stained i feel like a monster watching them open up, til i seal all of these cuts; it's a race against time and sometimes i'm (not) fast enough you win some you lose some they say though the stakes get raised when a life is put in the way don't know why i chose to play: wanted to be a hero didn't figure what life is like working at ground zero mama told me god has his eye on the sparrow but what about us? the mere mortals; medicated to a portal of an apathetic sh-ll the surface handles well, but i need a cardiologist so i can feel myself started with insomnia, now my mind is on the rim spiraled in towards oxy's, opiates & some kolonopin........ refrain: and i'm just trying to change [{my ways} (repeated)] but it all stays the same [{like a heartbeat} (repeated)] (repeated twice) they say greed is evil; but depression is a modern sin mind racing not sure if it's the beginning or end of my thoughts going a mile a minute; tryin to change how i'm living but can't make stable decisions mind edging at the point of tipping; 'til it's time for work: i gotta be a slate & this apathy & numbness makes me perform great i'm praised for these calculations that i've been forced to make by keeping myself rational inside of a sedated state; so around and around we go, the vicious cycle my service is a favor and these people feel ent-tled a sole responsibility; just to perform don't know why my heroics turned to contemplations, i'm torn no man can be a god, i don't deserve to play it looking at these patients, ekg is losing patience there's a party in my head & they're p-ssing in the bas-m-nt emotions i've repressed began to show their ugly faces it's nails on the chalkboard of my sanity scr-ping up my empathy; maestro of life, creating symphonies upon the epiphany the human condition ain't worth conditioning cause n0body is listening..... self prognosis; beyond me a bit of addiction tossed in with did sorry to say just a product of a society compliantly using our anxiety as a means for addiction you fit the description come take the prescription; we promise to fix this but i'm part of the business so riddle me this: what does a man with both hands tied behind his convictions do to perform surgery? if he can does it for others i hope it works for me instrumental climax [kevin abstract] refrain ////thepedestrian//// story 2: inspired by illiad & odyssey; modernization of story of the lotus eaters father time, father time, how you doing now? it's been a while since i thought i had you figured out. was busy racing adjacent to all my dreams & i didn't take the time to ever learn what life means. so it seems; i'm runnin and runnin into a loop. doing the same things, same mistakes its the truth. (while) l!cking the wounds of my past, don't need the apologetics, i'm just praying for the day that free thought is an epidemic and my mind's so esoteric, time i hope you can relate cause theres so much over face value we both can create but these people never see it, they're living in their habits and opposites attract so they draw me in like a magnet i wonder if i should leave, then question why i would go lost inside of a world and the spirits here love me so how would i ever notice that everytime they fed me the flowers came from a lotus refrain: [over & over, it's like i'm walkin, in circles... i had a taste & now leaving this place itself is a hurdle] time ticks i forget embraced with this apathy my mind slips i sit then return to this galaxy vision getting clear again and now i understood that i couldn't live a life this easy for my own good then i peek outside the door the scene resembles deja vu same people same flowers its like an infinite bloom the atmosphere is utopic regardless of the weather i would've thought it was a few days from what i remember but i refuse the flower and see i'm losing a season blissfully ignorant i forgot what i had believed in gotta right all my wrongs make up for what i missed lamenting on opportunities tossed in an abyss guess i slipped i fell the traits of being a human forever naive and stupid we're clouded by these illusions but i guess that a part of life is overcoming adversity debugging infirmity i'll just handle it all imperfectly refrain ////avian//// put this in my system then i'm on my way. went from a bedroom to a sp-ceship bay..... back in my home back to my ways look through my window, it's infinite sp-ce i'm in a purgatory splitting consciousness and a dream state but i never felt so awake or at least aware i don't ever care i don't even know what's here but i feel it in my bones feel it in my brain feel it in my soul(?) feel it in my veins trying to maintain over all the mundane looking at a melancholy life with such disdain let me try to explain, let me try to explain living life in technicolor where you saw grey under a looking gl-ss, the dimension never matters whatever you believe, through it you can perceive the matter in my brain? resembles some fractals & hallucinogenics. the nerves melting together, bonding in wax poetics. many claim to be tastemakers but don't know aesthetics; or honest and unapologetic phonetics. with all credit given to the creators, i should ask for request to go forward. cause beyond the eccentric behavior, my vision could make a crater the size of the earth's core...... lately i've been playing chicken with fate or maybe it's my inner demons adding this sh-t on my plate either way? i ain't into all of that so i grew a pair and mushed em off like fall back everybody's spending energy on fake sympathy yet scrutinize and criticize the little things or emphatically correct themselves politically; to do that for your ego f-cking is bigotry pardon the rant i'm just on the cliff of epiphanies, fishing for thoughts, addicted to it like nicotine i don't mean to intervene with your dreams but this rise has been foreseen & now i feel it in my bones feel it in my brain feel it in my soul(?) feel it in my veins trying to maintain over all the mundane looking at a melancholy life with such disdain let me try to explain, let me try to explain living life in technicolor where you saw grey under a looking gl-ss, the dimension never matters whatever you believe, through it you can perceive ~~~ couple n-ggas said they wanna k!ll me when they see me, but when i'm in their city they be actin so stevie. and it always amuses me; never acting abusively, let them react foolishly, this behavior ain't new to me [ameer vann] feel it in my bones feel it in my brain feel it in my soul(?) feel it in my veins trying to maintain over all the mundane looking at a melancholy life with such disdain let me try to explain, let me try to explain living life in technicolor where you saw grey under a looking gl-ss, the dimension never matters whatever you believe, through it you can perceive ~~~ trust me when you been in my position when there's all these inquisitions based off frivolous suspicions. and you're dealing with the f-cking transition(?) when times change and old friends become apparitions(?!?) pray to something(?!) that you never get caught slippin'. the dreams i had are turning into news like premonitions the world keep spinning and i feel like i'm sitting; i just hope it isn't me tripping cause i feel it in my bones feel it in my brain feel it in my soul(?) feel it in my veins trying to maintain over all the mundane looking at a melancholy life with such disdain let me try to explain, let me try to explain living life in technicolor where you saw grey under a looking gl-ss, the dimension never matters whatever you believe, through it you can perceive ~~~ ////skyferrieraisnotaddictedtoheroin//// i look at clocks while i'm dreaming and feel illiterate, tripped into a lucid state; now i'm hitting barbiturates. crip walking on cloud 9, aware and ignorant. misfit of the genesis with emphasis, demolishing pretentiousness copped a holy grail from the app store sipping enthenogens out of the cup of jesus then rolling with the cleanest kin expressing these dreams within so tell me what you're reading in(?)to [kevin abstract] back with the regularly scheduled bullsh-t! blasting off a ray gun with a full clip and aiming it at sky hoping to shoot the moon metaphors for moments where i jumped too soon or too late it's too great time is relative when your lobes inside your skull are split in separate dimensions and you're still connecting all the dots. don't worry if you don't follow i get that sh-t a lot pulling til my fingers hot, my totem is off it's top! wonder what would happen if i shot a cop by accident and if the reaction would be the same if opposite. contemplating with all of my conglomerate, i say that a lot but did you hear the first verse? yah, we make that a lot blazed off a couple of cash crops but really tho got my feet on the edge of the flat world and feeling like columbus let me go explore and i can run this pupils gone from all this fungus represent for those among us who reside on the outskirts of elsewhere trade off: ka: kick in the door with the gun wavin; i'm playin baby thats a piece of my imagination dm: my world's more american mcgee than disney; middle finger to the coppers screaming coming and get me bumping nas so i can blaze a 50 ka: my n-gga bumpin nas we on that old wayne sh-t bumpin a milli dm: f-ckin silly to think but at the end of the day i probably would grow more in my afterlife than you would breathing what is the reason i can't believe this......[trails off] ////marlowe written:dec2011//// you're so broken, why are you so broken mind shut down, before it was so open juxtaposed living, indirectly outspoken looking for free rides but walking with no token you only live once is your motto but what's your slogan is it to live once with a black heart that's been flowin? is that your sole truth? everything that you think? i can give you happiness, but is it what you seek? i can take you to waters, but i can't make you drink i can open your eyes but you shut them after you blink tell me something more than dark, i know you love it but the struggle's the first stage, there's more above it it makes me wonder, what do you really covet? clain you wanna succeed but you're moving so sluggish if i gave you the world, would you p-ss it as rubbish? ...f-ck it why do you walk around so bitterly? change your name to company, so related to misery why are things always so bad for you, it's a mystery gone through so many losses i'm waiting here for your victory got so many battles, but none of em have been physically is there a virus mentally? check your history i know you got some skeletons, and don't we all? counting your losses before your record has taken off i... i don't know what to tell ya i....i'd wish you well but you'd drown, not knowin better i...i can't express how disappointed i am because of your disappointment of self, maybe you can words you never said, goals you didn't achieve i can only think about the one person you didn't believe you planted your own seed, depression's your sole greed this generation's x'd itself from it's own needs.... ////therabbithole//// i stumbled down the rabbit hole, with a bullet and a bible. the true god is life, and i'm a devoted disciple i had a love affair with energy. searching for purity while i'm creating symphonies. yearning for empathy, embracing the ent-ties inside the eyelids of an altered state that i'm witnessing. the flashing lights inside of souls is like a new sensation. feeling vibrations resounding from an imagination... exhaling deeply like lazarus after death; beyond blessed... from believing, opening up my chest, getting the wheels turning, using all of these pistons. combusting from the inside so i can complete my mission of making myself human, lately i was progressing. 8 letters and 3 words that i've tried confessing to the monsters in my head. hoping to coexist. maybe [they] can protect me from things that can go amiss. i built myself up knowing one day i can break to bits: when some truly organic can beckon me for a kiss the machine [monologue] what happens when machines become more and more human? does this make anything capable of creating energy capable of feeling something? feelings are the rawest form of energy they can be triggered by anything and we react according to what we tell our mind to do based upon that raw energy brought to us. who are we to say what can and can't process feelings, if a machine can create enough energy to bring power to a city, why can't they have the ability to feel? to think? we fall in love with these machines and they have lifespans just like us. the truth is we're just like the machines we create and use every day. appreciate the connection you have with energy every day. you are alive ////ghosts//// i thought i saw a ghost in the mirror, realized i was looking at myself. i can feel my foresight getting clearer, traveling through thoroughfares of my consciousness. parallel to reality, in a vein of spirituality; folding on itself in an implosion of emotion, woven, into the fabric of the universe take that in go ahead and shake that sin; if you can't call shots how you gonna know when the people need you to make that win, n-gga? or would you even play that game? are you too scared to make that name? feeling that shame when you get that fame? but i don't wanna sell my soul, i'm still discovering what's left transcending though sp-ce and flesh, i'm a psychonaut on a mental quest: 1. to open all these doors 2. leave no stone unturned 3. discover a level of life essential beyond everything we've learned and to share that information p-ss on my energy cause unconditionally giving is the closest we get to divinity affinity with the demigods in my lucid dreams extending me beyond human means let me illuminate [mic kurb] ////thinkpiece//// i really wish that people would stop making all these conspiracy theories about 9/11 there's no way a man can be a saint, if his natures fabricated to ease himself to the gates of heaven i don't know where i'm going anymore… i'm just a man i don't know what death is i've only seen its hands and it's power to seal all the senses with just a touch fool us into thinking we're stuck in a cobra clutch to a cadaver, that expires though our energy is infinite in the language of the world, death's a symbol of ignorance traversed through syndicates looking for my ident-ty found myself in the tears of a sinners sympathy playing god; preventing these hearts from withering snakes slithering in the garden of eden, bickering i hope you visualize all the paintings that i've been picturing, lights inside the back of my head flashing - fl!ckering so, pardon my thought process if it seems like i'm jittery; this is the way that i choose to express all my energy ~~~ n-ggas talk way too mu'h n-ggas talk way too mu'h n-ggas talk way too mu'h judge a n-gga like i ever give two f-cks..... i'm just trying to add to this culture god d-mn all these vultures; they wanna eat me from the inside like ulcers, gotta get these thoughts out before i go under & shouts out to sam caldwell we made it feel a little less than famous train of thought straight hydroplaning washing up on the sh0r-s of my consciousness; anonymous lurking inside a reality that's conscienceless laughing at these caucuses; craving thoughtfulness rejecting flawless fronts for honest sh-t: imperfection is the truest beauty and i choose to honor it with my conglomerate opposite of modernists diy opulence out the box of the populace somedays i'm lost in the world….. but i never mind it just try to find some peace inside it laying with love for guidance thinking of giving my brain to science puffing upon the finest cypress every day i'm looking for more brightness; embracing the darkness avoiding the virus: the human condition is always fascinating….. i got a knowledge craving, it converts into these creations [love mansuy] ////ebro//// this is more than human music, this is 6th dimensional one track minds could never become this critical jedi flip without the rocks and everything is mystical; the anti-cynical, holding hits in that are biblical my duality's borderline indivisible henry jekyll when quizzical, edward hyde with the syllables i was made with no name though, only a spirit astral project through past lives from the start to the finish… manifested destiny through this art and these compositions making a sound that's out of this world was a premonition; embracing a state of mind from mutiny of sacrificing integrity for an opportunity so i'm standing dismissively, pro'lly not even listening this body that i'm in, some days it ends up imprisoning me into this position where i'm only inhibiting myself from prospering off these plans that i been envisioning! mnemonic addict, creating sonic magic selling topsoil for music this trash is tragic you can't touch artistic vision with a children's hands got a pack of n-ggers with me, mel gibson rants {he went there} and i wrote that down with a hard r got a few exclusives i should give to narduwar bars like a first edition holographic charizard going for the hole in one you're happy just with par har har. i'm now a winner; you're just a viewer young bruiser, with an eye for our culture and f-ckin future every move i make is more surgical than sutures treasure in my backpack: i'm d.b. cooper ////wheredidmymindgo?!//// as the sun falls, and my feet push forward; mind dancing upon thoughts from here to eternity.... i'm growing every day, but i see i'm just an infant in comparison to what lives in this world with me..... [verse 1: dom] ok so, lemme go ahead and say my piece dropped 2 tapes of good music now i'm out here looking for a rare 3 peat a degree of separation away from success but ahead of the game 3 feet i'm just stating all the facts based off what i've seen and heard n-ggas want verbs but they act so adjective or object to the fact i'm a beast making poetry in motion a little socially outspoken but i get by with a little bit of help from my..... lost that train of thought unfocused frame of mind does tomorrow exist if you're up at midnight every time? cause lately i say time is relative so i go by my energy monetary values cease to matter when finding my inner me removed my sword, shield and armor just to find some inner peace; martyr to insomnia, awake for two infinities i'm endlessly searching for doors to open inside transcending between unknown dimensions in life to send a message i find coming from the divine telling me just to give! telling me f-ck surviving because we're out here to live extravagantly and casually disregarding the fallacies nothing ever gets solved when you focus on the maladies within, gotta beat that sin overcome those confrontations can't succ-mb to these frustrations stumbled into śūnyatā and came back into the matrix lately the world has been half amazing the latter i'm still waiting and hoping that it awakens i was an atheist, til i found god outside of the church to me there's nothing better, to the world there's nothing worse ////nighttime//// i wrote this record while i was looking out to the sky; wondering how the world could leave me so starry eyed jacket, crewneck, and cargos on so i could survive; cause everytime i take breath i see my soul come from my chest no longer stressed i'm just living a good life cold weather directs all my heat to the inside the core is still live. appendages arent needed where i'm going: cause my spirit is flowing throughout the night time, and i'm growing into something that's….. currently probably inside of his bed millions of thoughts in his head introverted stoner turned to soldier for the war ahead yeah i've been distant apologies i gotta beat these demons that are holding me lately the fear of success is controlling me; praying my love in life never gets old to me… catching myself calculating my movements before i can make em i once overheard if you measure the distance of shots then you never will take em so i gotta check myself hydroplaning trying not to wreck myself doing things that borderline stress myself but i'm never gonna grow if i don't test myself verbal note to self: -nothing's perfect -live and let live -and when you think there's nothing left…i'll get back to you on that sh-t i wrote this record while i was looking out to the sky wondering how the world could leave me so starry eyed jacket crewneck and cargos on so i could survive cause everytime i take breath i see my soul come from my chest no longer stressed i'm just living a good life cold weather directs all my heat to the inside the core is still live appendages arent needed where i'm going cause my spirit is flowing throughout the night time and i'm growing into something that's… never set in stone, i will always change; but the fact that i'm real and honest will always stay the same the human condition is built out of anomalies and we're living in a world where "they" try & turn that into a monopoly they told me i was a terrorist i said that i was a just a thinker but i guess when you put it that way it makes sense cause everywhere i go there's glaring eyes & that feeling lingers blame my priorities i stay away from the majority; it's all bored to me they're all wh0r-s to me grown men act like theyre in a sorority i've got the force with me; so don't push me please i've never been copy and paste… these n-ggas just copy my taste; i hardly relate to these popular snakes sleep walk through life; dreaming awake not sure if you really relate i got a story to tell so i look to the stars and i spill my soul yearn to be whole thinking of whats left unsaid have you been in a room full of people and your words fly over their heads? have you feel so dead? i wrote this record while i was looking out to the sky. wondering how the world could leave me so starry eyed. jacket, crewneck, and cargos on so i could survive; cause everytime i take breath i see my soul come from my chest, no longer stressed i'm just living a good life. cold weather directs all my heat to the inside; the core is still live. appendages aren't needed where i'm going. cause my spirit is flowing throughout the night time and i'm growing into something that's..... [love mansuy] ////untltdflx//// watching my life change in front of my eyelids, saint without a god, i represent for the hybrids. driving out thru the city when something hit me just to do it and say f-ck anybody not coming with me; cause there's only one of me, without y'all there would be fifty. n-ggas really must be silly i can break it down so simply to a point where you would think your an idiot for not getting what i say, what can i say, i guess i'm just a rap g*nius. king flow only accepting queens on my p-n-s. iceman, you could see frost on every inklet. rolling up the greenest; i've seen sh-t you couldn't dreaming saw my life upon the floor began to go pick up the pieces, and they melted in my hands, then flowed together on the ground into a visual of water, trees, a sky and clouds from a place i've never been before. a new sensation; i was visualizing all the art of my imagination. my reality is forward thinking with some concentration; dealing with p-ssive aggressive constant hate and confrontation. maybe that's something you wouldn't grasp though, part of life beyond a 9-5 and shallow cash flow. you're walking through a house of cards to find a deal; no matter if you get a hand, just know it isn't real. i built my whole foundation off if something i can feel, so the glue for what i do resembles concrete mixed with steel. + it's the strength of all this sh-t, that'll help us make a meal. wanna tell my people feast in ways they thought they never will. for my state? i'm out to open up the floodgates. facilitate the sound that we create til' we illuminate: i'm sittin on my city, but the city is a time bomb. driving through the barriers i used to have my mind on… i gotta p-ss it, it's helping me build a habit of exceeding expectations of what they consider cl-ssic ////futuresong//// always feeling close but were so far away you're at my fingertips, and i still can't feel your face so what is pace? what is time nowadays to a thinker like us? what is time nowadays to a thinker like us? one fresh in the ashtray two rolled in the backseat got my eyes in the sunroof do my best not to let life p-ss me stepping back into reality and away from imagination i got red eyes and a deadline that i'm now facing when i really wanna face a few blunts i don't mean to be blunt been feeling out of my mind lately i don't think that's a bad thing cause i'm far from breaking now i'm breaking away from the mold got some stories thatll never be told and some more that i wanna just save but for now i'm just using my imagination to get me the platform and take that stage speak my mind, break this cage young n-gga with a couple of them answers sway never cared for what your standards say cause i'm out here to to just do me for the sake of myself and my crew and my place in the world and my imprint on this universe so take this as my first foot forward to the future ////rhythm 0//// you're a pessimist til they give you a podium; the greatest activists are catalysts to pandemonium i'm not looking to bl--dy up your linoleum but that's what happens when n-ggas neglect to watch their sodium i'm an animal sitting amongst it's prey praying to keep it peaceful but egos get in the way… thinking they all can test you, but i've been prolonging fate push me again and i guarantee i'm feasting today! i say trying not to lose my humanity this society stealing all of my sanity i'm a statement away from breaking the amity; and making an example of idiots for the vanity can't express opinions now without responses lately call me crazy but i'm just from a place where people listen mainly; man these n-ggas must be trippin or sippin if they think they could face me but if i deface them then i'm the monster?! somebody save me! i once heard the quote "if you can, help others; if you cannot do that, at least do not harm them." i also overheard "a spoon cannot taste of the food it carries. likewise, a foolish man cannot understand the wise man´s wisdom even if he -ssociates with a sage." my modus operandi now is just to break the standard; gods had their elbows on tables, i told them watch their manners i'm on the ends of good and evil like i'm mr. cicero greco-roman principles, feeling less than invincible ab incunabulis; i was staring at anubis taking hold of my dreams, weighing my heart for it's trueness scholar turned student, pupil turned preacher for the teachers, no room for leachers go to the bleachers, n-gga ~~~ an awakening of a new beast i stopped searching for a lane and broke ground on a new street true heat, getting these beats then i'm giving them loose t--th punches in bunches, the crowd melts when my crew speaks chillin on duncan hills, man i'm so f-ckin ill check my xp i'm matchmaking bars with truesk!ll… this is a new sensation, i think i'm gary payton this sh-t is cray you can't find me though cause i'm hibernatin' just really contemplating, about this new creation rolling an entourage in the backwoods with tracks banging keep it a stack, vapors bringing me back to a place where i feel feral my past life's come to attack and now i'm just baring my fangs: look a track and i'm going insane step in my brain adrenaline pumping through all of my veins + the fight or flight system is making a change i'm tripping and stay calm though the storm i create for the lames k!lling the game it just isn't enough so i turn to a god and destroy all you trust from these words made of flames

- dom mclennon

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