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Intro
01:21
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Mr. Nobody
02:40
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I'm just about done, but I'm so apathetic
And dealing with the hardest part of an artist that really get it
Unedited non-repetitive etiquette for the mind
And blatantly less competitive rhetoric in my rhymes
At times I like to battle the shadow that don't exist
Express a need for slaughtering cattle but then I miss
The point of why I do it, what would I do without
The invisible person that I'm always talking about
Now I'm switching the style, I got emotion conveyed
And I'm a little more in tune with what I'm trying to relay
Just a little bit more honest in the things that I say
And the result is a temporary high that'll never stay
It fades, motivation proven quick to diminish
And suddenly everything that's significant's never finished
Now you can cover the blemish, project your positive talents
But everybody knows a real artist will lack in balance
That's the challenge, self reflection
Cause if you never really move in a direction
And you never really make a decision
You have no identity or face they can envision
Mr. Nobody, with 37 masks
Recognized what it was and without the looking glass
So now we're falling fast way beyond the rabbit hole
With inspiration's invitation clearly incompatible
Remember it all
Remember the feeling you get right before you fall
Just how perfect and intricate every detail and flaw
But when it's gone it don't exist except for you to recall
But the image is poor, the memory pretty vague
And every positive sensation that you felt had a plague
All that's really displayed now is your lack of desire
The illness shatter your dreams, laughed and put out the fire
You're a liar in regard to every line that you've written
Finally concluded that you're faking it when you're spitting
Your personality's split and with passion this intermittent
Yo I can only hold invalid all the love that I'm getting
So here's a wall I've been hitting, been staring at it for months
All I want to do is finish a project for once
Looking for it it blunts, bottles, pretending to care
But the bottom line is it's something you could never repair
But I'm there so I wait, for it to hit me again
Provoking thoughts that'll require me to pick up a pen
Till then, I'm just a slave to the way that I feel
Going patterns in the cycle knowing nothing is real, damn
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Lucid
03:43
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Now if his life was a masterpiece, the devil owned the gallery
His salary had never been enough to burn the cavalry
So hourly he'd pay his dues in every single verse
It's just at first he'd seek diversity, a curse resides in thirst
And still he'd drink it in, innovating and compensating
For every absent thing in his life, he's mic disintegrating
Educating, illustrating, animates decapitation
Lead you through recovery, reopen up the laceration
Trigger mental masturbation, pull acidic critics down
Grimier than New York city's finest in the underground
Time, another noun intangible and oddly shaped
A colorful vulgarity to coincide for no escape
So his tape represented everything he ever saw
What he learned, how he felt, painted on a fucking wall
For everybody to see it, for every person to listen
Cause while they all claim to have it, he understands what they're missing
So he spent all of his life and dedicated his time
He's confident with his speech but concentrated his rhyme
He's fascinated with time but never let it confine
Him to a lesser power short of divine
They remind him that he's human, but what does that mean
He'd simply disregard the fact, proceed to walk in his dreams
The world is not what it seems nor was it ever at all
He only hopes his contribution helps humanity fall
After all, that's what it takes till people get what they missing
They've got to be affected so directly that they all listen
And only then will they christen this life that's never been used
No longer obligated or sedated, never accused
You've had you mental abused and your mentality's tainted
At the end of the day, you've had reality painted by a
Single man with the stroke of a brush
You either stare at pretty pictures or get of the bus
I made my pick, I kind of like the art
So hypocritically I have to sacrifice my heart
And what I know, even if it don't make sense
The tricky part is me pretending I'm at all convinced, ain't that a bitch
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Certain Kind of High
02:38
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Get to the microphone and I eat it up like a savage
Deliver the package, record drop, I'm more than the average
You couldn't salvage your lyrics, I'm reigning from the top
I'm talking provocative rocking till the rhythm stop
I'll rock a parking lot, corner store, or porch stoop
Not just a club scene but a buzz fiend of real roots
So I said fuck loot, I'm out to get a certain high
I'm touching sound that will keep a writer getting by
One pound of flesh for the value whether thought or written
Intermittent flow with a glow, and in fact I'm never missing
I'm merely itching and wishing to get a crowd to listen
I'm on a mission to color the often composition
So while you glisten, I'm ripping a dark to sketch a verse
I self medicate a sickness only getting worse
An auditory thirst, serpent with a jaded tongue
Traded one bar and chamber split a nickel plated gun
Yeah, yeah, yeah, rhythm complimenting my tracheal deviation
Correlation to the imagery built in a conversation
Elevation, never back track, I'm second to none
And I intoxicate the beat just like the tar up in your lung
And I don't know who did it but they said it was Kaus
And yo I'm shaking the grounds, forget a subtle applause
I'm here to touch the globe, and yo I'm feeling rambunctious
Tongue twist flows for the track when I bump this
Jump this line up and out to the next
With a substance-rhyme, coincide for the mesh
Spill the truth, leave a mess, and I'm banging on a war drum
I got an anagram flipping off a metaphor's tongue
Chasing your dream huh? Kid, you ought to run more
Done more writing, spit a verse till your lungs sore
I bring it back, attack a track, intact in every way
Corrupt the people with a sequel, let the record play
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Lids low, move slow
Midnight was three years ago
And when it's gone it's gone
Bottles, cans, and broken bongs
Shit… I forgot how it started
Fuck the relativity, Einstein-retarded
It's not a curse, it's not a blessing
Couldn't be worse if you never learned the lesson
I'm decompressing, into someone else
Dropped off my soul and exchanged all my brain cells
The same world, seen through different eyes
Unlocked deceptions identified by different lies
And now I'm coming down, the sun is coming up
I'm still drunk, I'm still high, I'm still broke as fuck
But I still show up, gotta count for something
When the show don't go on, the party's still jumping
The night will fade away, I almost see the sun
I'm barely getting started, most of these cats are done
I've only just begun, to do what I intend
I put my soul on display, and listen to how it blends
You couldn't comprehend, the things that I achieve
You're surface driven, you gotta see it just to believe
And it's ironic cause everyone's eyes are really shut
And they're ignoring the feeling that's really in they gut
And I can't answer what, nor can I why or how
I know the when and the who and that's all I've figured out
It's universal law, whether you know or not
No pulling out of this game and the show will never stop
So I don't have a choice, I take another step
Move forward in my brain, and let my thoughts connect
Upon a plane, where the sane ain't reality
The sound waves ever bumping' and the party still jumping
You know, if I'd ever find my people
I would leave them, not that I'm completely evil
But I've seen enough, and I know too much
If I let go my vices, I would lose my clutch
Of the few strands of reality I still have left
Infallibility always fails the test
Nonetheless, too alive to be tired
Half dead wretch with a catch so inspired
But it ain't even required when we do it by default
Or in our sleep, or comatose just to add to the insult
It's second nature, curiosity will send a jolt
And you'll experiment with psychedelics just to find results
So now I'm writing rhymes all about what I interpret
Suddenly the universe and world around me ain't so perfect
My head is aching, my hands bloody and shaken
Metaphorically speaking, the life of ignorance taken
And so we do what we can if only simply for us
And even do it when it's over and the microphone's rust
We bust, appreciating every angle of absurdity
And guarantee definitively an echo for eternity
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Kaus stand for kill a universal sound
Hear the music indiscriminately, listen and you're bound
To drown up in the energy, an image only found
When you're battling the symmetry or stuck up underground
And your passion is real, your mindset untouched
Your words are on point, the microphone clutched
You like it so much, getting higher among
The greater speakers of all, including everyone
Yo, body percussion, I move with my tongue
I disregard the discussion and find the groove of my lungs
Some end up moving but some people will stop and they'll freeze
Focus on how I deliver, listen while I breathe
Life on track like I know you've never heard
Pay attention to the rhythm and the color in the words
Call this shit absurd, I don't care who else agrees
Speaking for myself like the truest of emcees
Fuck a currency
Fuck anything preventing me from being me
Death to all you critics with your technicality
I refuse to put a filter on my personality
And this is hospitality considering normal methods
Violent weapons, common courtesies, I try to keep them separate
Cause intertwining the two is not an option
Yo keep your props man, no, I don't want them
And I don't think that I'm better than you
I'm just a veteran better in everything that I do
I demonstrate it in two letters but can't seem to quit
Addiction understated cause I more than fiend for this shit
I hit a blank page when I'm spilling the ink
In a sorry attempt to organize the shit that I think
And now I'm hitting the brink and losing out on my mind
I'm over it, yo P and T, elaborate on the rhyme
Yeah I'm Lava with the novels, a bottle will get demolished
And Colla will get to cuttin', it's something when you see it
A vision at first light, precision in verse like
Cool hand Luke, so steady and calm
A bomb when I'm on one, atomic it's all done
The fiercest of fire, I'm heating on up
At peace like a Pueblo, suckas like, hell no
Relax and I let go, not giving a fuck
A beer and a bottle, I steer and they follow
Up here I'm Apollo, a god among men
I'm breathing, I reach out like leaves in a tree house
With weed in a peace pouch, I'll trade all I can
A man on mission to stand with conviction
I dance and I listen and let the beat play
Like a hammer we hit man, strong as a kickstand
Work and I spit fam, what more can I say
A Buddha from a peach can shot full of holes
Ready? cause it's a jungle out there
Kaus, it's a jungle out there
Ay, Kaus, it's a jungle out there
So if you win, don't win by miles, *slow down
Give your opponents hope
If you win relentlessly spectators will stop rooting for your continuous wins
Instead wait/watch for your inevitable loss
Win at a 3 to 5 ratio
This *entertains your audience and *breeds beatable opponents
Compulsive winners inspire more determined competitors in their own fields
Beeeeee careful kaus
It's a jungle out there
Cause, ay, it's a jungle out there
Ay, Kaus, it's a jungle out there
Yeah, cause it's a jungle
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The destination is irrelevant, it's all in the trip
The present moment never ceases to exist
The future in itself's an illusion
And the past we will never stop losing
Confusing? nah, it's really quite effortless
The real method is, there is no method, it's
The way you feel, when the language connected hits
The every note and every frequency that sound emits
Let the horns hit, my heart beats faster
I'm expanding, understand I mentally move passed ya
I plaster every color, everywhere that it's needed
I'm making up for those who've never seen it, vision depleted
A line is never exceeded without intent to be crossed
So even if I don't know where I am, I'll never be lost
See I made my own decision, all I had was a choice
Could have played the game and earned my name without making noise
But yo I love it too much, that's why I'm constant with sound
The only thing that ever makes me feel like coming around
Coming out of my shell, and climbing out of my cave
And getting out of the hell that I've created and gave
My own mind to, I need a beat that I can rhyme to
To paint a picture, tell a story that defines you
Must I remind you? I'm rocking with Craze
The illest motherfucker on the song when it plays
The destination is irrelevant, it's all in the trip
The present moment never ceases to exist
The future in itself's an illusion
And the past we will never stop losing
Confusing? nah, it's really quite effortless
The real method is, there is no method, it's
The way you feel, when the language connected hits
The every note and every frequency that sound emits
To emanate one's mind state efficiently is troublesome
I hate language, but words, I'm in love with them
Plus inflections, flip 'em in directions
Utilize the tools and hope to alter your perception
You got a question? Well here, I got an answer
God's an emcee and the Devil is a dancer
A glance in the general vicinity of meaning
Wake up everyday but I prefer to stick to dreaming
Planted in a state of mind that only I invent
Never concerned with my accomplishments, or time that I had spent
Circumvent negativity in various forms
Navigating synapses fire in brainstorms
I'm tired and pain forms when I'm neglecting the pen
I'm suffering from withdrawals, itching to feel it again
And we ain't here to pretend, so what you're hearing is truth
Manipulating brain chemistry inside of the booth
The destination is irrelevant, it's all in the trip
The present moment never ceases to exist
The future in itself's an illusion
And the past we will never stop losing
Confusing? Nah, it's really quite effortless
The real method is, there is no method, it's
The way you feel, when the language connected hits
The every note and every frequency that sound emits
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Yo I think back and I try to recline
But then I just can't when a beautiful mind
Is one that will allow for the negative shit
But will ensure even more that you never forget
All the people you've affected, the lives you've touched
Every drug you've ingested to build a crutch
Though it may not be a lot, yo it's still too much
Or your logic and morals, they wouldn't stand as such
You wouldn't hand these cuts over to someone less deserving
Pawning off the knowledge and the lessons you keep learning
Turning into what it is you hate beneath the surface
With a purpose of malevolence so death will make you nervous
I bet it will concern us at the point of no return
The frequency at which we lose our colors and we burn
Life must be earned, and I've barely any left
So I take hold of it until my very last breath
Motivational factor, fraction of a moment in time
Captured by the mind transmitted in rhyme
Trying to make it understood, underwent the wonderment
Of discovery and uncovering of the multifaceted masked me
No villainy, just really me underneath it all
No show off heroics, in fact, far below it
At the core bottom floor of the building
The rooms are taped off but have closeted skeletons filled inside
Remove the barrier sometimes spit to clear the dome
Feel like a vagabond trying to get near to home
I'm almost there… closer than I thought I was
Removed each layer, it's tougher when you fought for love
Every inch of ground gained remains scorched by the flames
As a reminder of my infirmity through the eyes of eternity
I thought I saw fire, now I'll never be the same
Altered permanently
They needed you more than they needed me
But I guess you need them more than their families
Mr. Overdose, you trying to see how a man will be
With his folks comatose on channel three
Nah, never that, you took Chad from us, remember that?
Back when we lived in NAC did you look at Dad
North Abington Center when I was still in Mass
You got me really gassed
I can't wait for the day the threat of you has passed
Hanging from a thread of regret while reaching in my stash
I'm assed out with a hollow heart
Solid as a hard headed veteran, never fall apart
I'll play the part when you vacate yours homie
I'll quit barking when you take no more from me
I see the fire when I think of you
Coming for mine you should think it through
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And you could hear it in her voice, see the sorrow in his eyes
She appears to be so perfect, he's so honest when he lies
It's the only kind of fantasy that pride will contrive
At the cost of everything and just to try to feel alive
And you could hear it in her voice, see the sorrow in his eyes
She appears to be so perfect, he's so honest when he lies
They are the stars inside the tragedy, they've written every line
We are the unsuspecting audience and apparently it's showtime
So she would chase the feeling any way she could
She spoke a broken language that an angel never should
She hoped one day to be the person that she'd always dreamed
And conveyed herself as such by keeping balance on the beam
And it's true desire lying just beneath
A deceitful tongue that only moves when lying through her teeth
A brain so polished, a mouth made of glass
An overdose of recognition in her theatre class
Put it all together, result is a predator
A liar and an editor of truth, a competitor
Of fact, a real solid act
And she behaves with no intention of having to take it back
Until the day I bet that she will finally learn
What it is to be alone, not have a home, and have to earn
A little food for thought, respect based on word
Cause an untrusted throat is better off just not heard
And you could hear it in her voice, see the sorrow in his eyes
She appears to be so perfect, he's so honest when he lies
It's the only kind of fantasy that pride will contrive
At the cost of everything and just to try to feel alive
And you could hear it in her voice, see the sorrow in his eyes
She appears to be so perfect, he's so honest when he lies
They are the stars inside the tragedy, they've written every line
We are the unsuspecting audience and apparently it's showtime
Little magical man, got a magical plan
To keep the entire world inside the palm of his hand
But he did not understand that the world he set his sights on
Was not black and white, but technicolor krylon
And he never held a brush but demanded them to paint
A portrait of himself as an artist on the brink
He poured himself a drink, nothing less than top shelf
His wallet stayed flushed, no doubt to treat himself
He kept his chin above his shoulders just to demonstrate his wealth
A sense of accomplishment with no accomplishments to tell
But you could swear he ran the world, by the way he would try to sell you
On how the things you worked so hard for, were sold, bought and payed for
But the thing he did not know was the second he left the room
His arrogance became our laughter, negativity exhumed
So the true artist, pure of heart could continue
To struggle down this long hard road and finally give you
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Inconclusive conclusions of undefined definitions
Have got me noticing patterns that go beyond repetition
I mean something in addition to the ultimate paradox
The kind of time present everywhere except for your clocks
You couldn't put in a box, the everything that I see
The everyone that I am, while simultaneously
Never being at all what you would say could exist
The one equation unresolved my math or scientists
My damn psychiatrist looking at me all strangely
Pumping me full of drugs, and getting paid just to change me
Cause they think that I'm crazy and don't want me to flip
While I'm permanently stuck inside the ultimate trip
I don't know how to quit, ripples in life are immense
When everything is connected, and you're trying to make sense
Of any and all the madness but the truth is intense
You're comfortable in your prison, I'm out here hopping the fence
I am over the logic and what the world has to offer
I'm sick of sticking to scripts, I'm finally being the author
So I be making up rules and the tools are my linguistics
I live my life like I'm a little masochistic
The concept's simplistic, thoughts are sadistic
And finding peace of mind in misery is realistic
I say it's odd, I illustrate characteristics
A bipolar, schizophrenic kid who is autistic
I've risked it, and lost it, the process consisted
Of unexplainable shit due to limited vocabulary
So exhausted, with this I'm consistent
So go ahead and play your game, I'd rather be imaginary
I sit and smile cause this state is only temporary
After a while you think it's cozy in the cemetery
And I don't mean I'm in a rush to go
But at the end of it all it might be nice to know
And as a matter of fact, I got a space on my wall
The perfect place for a trophy if I had one at all
You can stick to the chase, act like you are the Wiseman
In a world of irrelevance while I'm earning the Heisman
And I'm like god damn, that's the closest to freedom
Of anybody that's battling they're emotions to beat 'em
And disregard them and treat them as if validity's based
On something broken thus projecting what we are as a race
Had a bit of a taste and saw as bad as it gets
But I acknowledge everything in this place has opposites
I can't just stop at this, when thinking about forever
So I consider the pieces and try to put them together
Intricate and so clever, you couldn't measure the concepts
Embark on endeavors out of a Rubiks cube complex
And all of it's nonsense, but sometimes it's beautiful
And you want to take part, and participate when it's suitable, oh
Wait a minute, contradicting myself
A clear sign of insanity and lacking in mental health
I only do what I'm able and pay attention to sound
So let them throw out their labels, my mind is my playground
I do away with the structure, disobey a command
And when my lungs end up ruptured, still I try to expand
I embrace negativity while on the other hand
I experience a love that you could never understand
To put it mildly, it's complicated
So I've decided to leave it, try to appreciate it
Even if words I've stated will prove a mindset torn
I keep invested, make the best of it, and shatter the norm
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Peace brother, what's good
Nothin' much, just finished getting dressed, now I'm bout to pack a lunch
Word, you got work today
Yeah, at 9
Damn
I know dude, why what's up, what's on your mind
Well, I went to Bernie's last night and heard a couple of beats
They had me nodding my head and even tapping my feet
Was so excited yo that now I even rap when I speak
I gotta use this energy in me before it depletes
Whoa, well that sounds like a good start
I'd participate today but I'm not clocking off till after dark
So spark the session with some freestyling
To keep the beat heavily in stream until we start writing
Alright word up, it sounds like a plan
I'ma travel through my head with just a map of wonderland
I might stumble over words, I might not make sense
But it's the grain that I'm moving with and never against
I'm kinda hungry, grab my skateboard and dip
Hopefully today's the day I land a kick flip
I'm on my over to the jack in the box, so I can
Try to pull out some change out my socks
And I can try to pay for a little bit of food
And I'm feeling real nice like I'm in a good mood
I even tipped the dude, the cashier who helped me
And yo I, even let the dude take a selfie
With me in it, but shit oh wait here goes the call
I'm reading the name upon the screen as Emphasize The All
Yo
What up fam, check it out, I got some news
It's an early day for me, I gotta run and change my shoes
Cool, go ahead cruise, I'm waiting to hold a pen
I'm waiting to go somewhere that my freestyle has never been
Alright, sounds good, am I meeting you at your pad
Yeah, I'll be there in a minute, I mean it, try not to lag
Alright, don't lag is the mission at hand
I try to keep my focus but my eyes are wanting to scan
Everything in sight, a part of me wants to put up a fight
But I figure, use this experience as inspiration to write
So I grab my four wheels and proceeded to skate
Taking notice of the beautiful and not so great
From everyday joe and janes to walls with fresh paint
I gaze up at the sun and embrace the wind in my face
Oh shit! Almost missed Kaus' pad, glad I didn't
Time to hit him up so that we can start spittin
DJ Inform on the beat and we kick the non-written
A sacred session to exercise lyrical vision
I can't hold this excitement in
Yo, Kaus what up
Where you at brotha man
Well I'm chillin' out in front
Alright, be there in sec
Thanks brotha
No doubt, hope you brought your flow game 'cause we about to bang this out
And it's just like that, see we don't try to be professional
We put it all on wax and spill it out like at confessional
Intentional demeanor and authentic in the mind
We indulging in our thoughts, remain perceptive of the rhyme
So the concept is practical and really not too difficult
But also not too simple, it don't to be have so lyrical
How about space and it's infinite dimensions
Or we could just flow it with no ties to a direction
Yo that's the best way, and that's my favorite
We take the rhythm, science, math, and we play with it
Improvising the dialogue and the topic
While incorporating earlier conversations, we'll rock it
Like we're walking down the street, yo on some nonchalant shit
And while you're walking I could hit you up with a call quick
Like I'm out of work, so and so, maybe we can write
And you'd be like 'Dope' while you're out trying to grab a bite
And while you're skating describing what's on your way
In a casual conversation or vibing about your day
You say you got a dope idea yo for a song
Here it is, oh shit, we've been making it all along
Yo this is how most of the best ideas are created
My only question is how do we start to demonstrate it
Well this is just a thought so it might be kinda rough
How about a: Peace brother
What's good
Nothing much
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Thinking back to high school when they called me a loser
Music in my eardrums, mind on the future
Envisioned how I'm livin' today
Manifested my reality and got it no delay
They all used to say I, would never see the day, I
Would sit up in my room while all the other kids would play, I
Would study sound, hear a beat, write a poem
Fantasize about the day that I would meet a microphone
And about, fifth or sixth grade is when it happened
Noticed that my sneakers were a second hand contraption
All the cool kids were dressed up in the latest fashion
Then I glanced into a mirror, and what I saw was unattractive
And of course that's the time I had my very first crush
C.H., her initials next to mine, in a tree I would cut
But I guess that's just part of growing up
Stop playing on the ground and start playing for a
And I remember everyone in my class
Who said I wasn't committed or that it wasn't a craft
Or that the people wouldn't get it, they'd reply with a laugh
Cause I was inarticulate and unfamiliar with math
But the path that I pave is now impressing the cats
Who wouldn't listen to a youngin' who was kicking' his raps
They wouldn't give him no daps, and now they're fascinated look
It's my favorite kind of story, after all, I wrote the book
Thinking back to high school when they called me a loser
Music in my eardrums, mind on the future
Envisioned how I'm livin' today
Manifested my reality and got it no delay
They all used to say I, would never see the day, I
Would sit up in my room while all the other kids would play, I
Would study sound, hear a beat, write a poem
Fantasize about the day that I would meet a microphone
Now that I'm a little older, all that bullshit behind me
Got a whole new pile of feces but it never gets beside me
Cause a life led stressing is a life that is wasted
All the beauty that you could have smelled, love you could have tasted
But far be it from me, to judge you to your face kid
Sometimes it takes a minute to see the damage that the race hid
Cause all that runnin' leave you with a broken heart, some bruised ribs
The way to heal is slowing down, find satisfaction from within
See I went left and had to climb a different obstacle
Focused on my breath, knew I could rhyme and it was possible
Threw critics in my pocket and I tightened up my belt
And in spite of every block I played the hand that I was dealt
It ain't random that I felt this kind of passion from within
That only comes from blank pages that are clashing with a pen
How fast I could have been your everyday and average person
But I would rather change the world with every word that I'm rehearsing
Thinking back to high school when they called me a loser
Music in my eardrums, mind on the future
Envisioned how I'm livin' today
Manifested my reality and got it no delay
They all used to say I, would never see the day, I
Would sit up in my room while all the other kids would play, I
Would study sound, hear a beat, write a poem
Fantasize about the day that I would meet a microphone
Thinking back to high school when they called me a loser
Music in my eardrums, mind on the future
Envisioned how I'm livin' today
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voicemailsuperfuntime
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This Feeling ft. Generik
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There's something happening, I feel it in my chest
The description is elusive but my body can attest
To the ultimate distraction and the meaning it suggests
That's embedded in the fibers of the thoughts I manifest
Decompress every syllable, let it be known
Some require the compass, but I close my eyes when I roam
It's no surprise I'm alone, cause I don't really like the company
I disregard these creatures, and eliminate them comfortably
And it ain't tough to be as introverted as I am
Ditch the purpose, skip the plan, an hour glass without the sand
I write without the hand having to hold a pen or pencil
Compose a piece of art without ever touching a utensil
I let the instrumental do all the speaking for me
Only include my voice to help the music tell a story
As I partake in the greatest gift I was ever given
And start to recognize the beauty in this life I'm livin'
Shut your mind off for a moment and appreciate the silence
Get lost within the labyrinth of your soul
Reach deep within and rediscover what you've always known
One isn't the loneliest number, it's the holiest number
Connecting us all to the source
Plant the seed of your pain and watch it grow into a rose
Discover beauty in the unexpected, respect it
But then again it's all perspective
It's so easy to engage when nobody else is present
Experience love and pain, my thoughts are collecting resin
If heaven is truly here, in front of you on this earth
I carry it in my palm and hold it for what it's worth
Adverse opinions won't see the barriers break
Or the lucid and vibrant colors finally taking shape
Endorphins flooding the gates to see your body react
To the release of dopamine that you don't want to retract
Intangible and abstract, so sacred is imagination
I'm releasing chemicals that move beyond infatuation
Interpret communication, the sequence is calculated
The product is audible and your senses are stimulated
You take it, you relate it to the beings on the planet
Though granted, you must admit it, we don't really understand it
But handed to us it was, use it till there is no air in me
And simply because this here is universal therapy
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Kaustradamus San Diego, California
San Diego Hip Hop emcee Kaustradamus
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