Name: No Mo Dik by RickyRAT
Duration: 2 min 24 s
Description: Yeah yeah when you got No Mo Dik all you can do about it is rap and talk about the times with your dik.

Yeah yeah when you got No Mo Dik all you can do about it is rap and talk about the times with your dik.

No Mo Dik

Intro song I did for FAWM

Lyrics:

Wake in the morning and 
Shake off the night
Chase off the yawning and
Make it a sigh
Brace for the moment
The brightness of light
Basic atonement
Disciple of sight
Colors unfolding in covers I'm forming
And fall into place in a stasis dissolving
A present dependence, abandon the wait
A present intention to land in the space
Bass I evolve in a cadence of falling
Feet as I creep into paces involving
Steps to the dresser, I plan for the day
Steps to impress a demand to display a
Certain demeanor I feature in fabric
Clothes that enclose all I'm seeking to fashion
Cash in the feeling, a t-shirt and pants,
Passionate breathing, I keep up the dance in
A stance that I plant in the mirror I'm peering
Peeling the layers a prayer appearing
"Let my appearance be just enough"
Level the fearing and focus on trust
Trust in the process and toss out the toxic
Tempting preempting resentment I'm lost in
Hate in behavior I cannot dispel
Break off the anger and anchor the swell
Hold to the moment, the brightness of light
Chosen devotion, disciple of sight
Don't let the groaning result in your strife
Open the exit and enter your life 


First Light

Lyrics:

Packing their bags
With money and jewels
An innocent act
For tricking the youth
A chuckle and laugh
From hiding the truth
Sinister x4
Sinister savage
Choking the average
Better believe 
He’s better than you
Peddling greed
To poison the roots
Benefit x4
Benefit interests
Selling a screen
And streaming the imprints
Into machines
To mellow the instinct
Yelling at me
Medicine x4
Medicine popping
Pill-y and weed
Every option
Just a disease
A symptom of toxins
Entering dreams
Elevate x4
Elevate mental 
Fly on a cloud
See the horizon
That you’re allowed
Demon supplying
Dreaming to crowds
Selling it x4
Selling your info
Into a symbol
Coding a simple
Way to control
Color the inflow
Make it a goal
Sublimate x4
Sublimate culture
Of the occult
A ravenous vulture
Picking your bones
Speaking revolting
Ominous tones
Minister x4
Minister preaching
Nothing but doom
Humanity creeping
Into a tomb
Abandon your meaning
With the bloom
Enervate x4
Enervate magic
Make it a fool
An innocent act
For tricking the youth
A chuckle and laugh 
From hiding the truth
Sinister x4
Sinister actors
Travel in suits
Peddling praxis
Making recruits
And stabbing their backs
To harvest the fruit
Benedict x4
Benedict Arnold
Raising an army
Made up of zombies
Hungry for brain
Feast on the honest
Drive ‘em insane
Denigrate x4
Denigrate anyone
Questioning me
Enemies all of them
Hang ‘em from trees
I’m tired of all of the
Hate that we breed
Tragedy x4
Tragedy everywhere
Dripping in tears
Filling the atmosphere
Sickened with fear
Everyone trembling
Looking at peers
Maddening x4
Maddening ocean
Twisting the mind
A brewing psychosis
Robbing us blind
And making it hopeless
Even to climb
Torturous x4
Torturous sentiments
Make up the day
“You’re an irrelevant
Dot on the page
A minuscule element
In the decay”
Misery x4
Misery dragging us 
Into the dark
But if you imagine it
We can restart
Rising like Lazarus
Open your heart
Resurrect x4
Resurrect conscience
Filling with light
Enter the conflict
Without a fight
Become a constant
Pillar of sight
Reclamate x4

Sinister

Lyrics:

Piece of me is flying out
To outer space and out of bounds
Messages unmeant to send
A signal in the sound,
Waves that play and radiate
In phase and shape in place in
Places tracing out a hidden
Statement taken to the cloud.
Let it bubble, percolate and
Cause some trouble, faces facing
Towards the rubble letting hatred
Make a double impersonate
A person playing hurt and
Angry cursing out in pain
In painting picture of concern
To claim a figment of the crowd.
Crowd repays in affirmation
… Creates an active craving
Anyway you're acclimated
… Enacts an active training
Constant cause of celebration
… A centered ad of admiration
Enter brain and entertain
A state of tacit chasing
Data travel
Data travel
In and out a roundabout of
Patterned chatter chattering
In teeth that speak a beat
To speakers meeting in between
Data travel
Data travel
In and out, an inner now
A counterbalance counting ounce
A wait to weight the vapor bounce
And pay the base amount
Data travel
Data travel
In and out and all around a
Little minnow swimming swimming
Through a stream of fluid dream
Pursuing viewing screens
Select it all and hit delete
… Electric energy
Switches off without a beep
… Undoes the memo memory is
Tweaked to feature valleys where
The peak repeat repeated treating
One as none and none as one to 
Run the sweep to sweep it
Clean until it's all completed.
… Forget the deed, the demons
Sleep relieving me of being
… A fantasy. I see the 
Sequences of strings of people
Peter out in peace appeasing
All the shouting out aloud
In sour pouting grieving grievance.

Data Travel

Water flows, steadily
In a stream, readily
Til it slows, settling
In a lake, centering
Soaking up, energy
From the sun, animate
Heating up, elevate
Temperature, levitate
Floating in the sky and abide by the melody
Make an inner vibe and divide by the pedigree
Particles imply a colliding kaleidoscope
Benefit and binding alignment of enemies
Anything to bump up above in abundance
Anything to jump all the junk at the junction
Generate a punk that'll pump at the puncture
Penetrate the sum and become a spelunker
Syncopated pace that fills the space
Scatter data
Sentiments erased in states that stay 
Static at a
Situated change exchanging rate
Rattled at a
Visually faint but plain array
Fatter as the
Wind in the breeze enter spin,
Enter season
Cyclic simmering in the stew
That we season
Flavors of the vapors that palaver
As they steaming
Clouds billow out in a shroud
Of the teeming
Dust and the spores as they 
Clutch at the forms of the
Water covering the clutter
Stuck at the core, and they
Steer into clear atmospheric
Conditions
Mixing up the pillow fluff
Enough to make a mission
Shoot for the stars and depart
My depiction
Freeze into beads anesthesiatic
Glisten
-ing that brings a sting of
Splintering in singlet
Singing things that
Stop on top of
Thought that dots all the
'I's that shine inside
Swiftly
Floating in the sky and abide by the melody
Make an inner vibe and divide by the pedigree
Particles imply a colliding kaleidoscope
Benefit and binding alignment of enemies
Anything to blow down below a demotion
Everything to motor the moan of the motion
Motivate a molten tumult of emulsion
Anything to pull at the poles of propulsion
Density of seeds that seize the scene
Brittle little
Entities on teams of tethering
Fit and fiddle
Feathering of wings to fling the wind
Fit to riddle
Everything in sinking ink that springs
Spit and drizzle
Water drops, pattering
On the earth, splattering
Leaf and rock, lathering 
In a gloss, gathering
Into pools, into drains
As a charge, is attained
Ions pull, in a chain
All is dark, til the strain

From Drift To Drip

Lyrics

The smoke in the air and
The roach in the tray is
A potion apparently
Coaxing the pain away
Its a poke in the pineal
Finding the fire to 
Cope with the body 
Denying the weight
Wait, isn’t it obvious
Only the politics hold us
From piling the plate
Plated titanium planes
In the stadium stay and
Assailing the citizenry
Rather i light up the cannabis
Rather get right with the animals
Fan up the flames of the failures
Ailing the alias, throw it away
This that OG Granny Kush
This that OG Granny Kush
This that protein power rush
Poultice power up
Roll this sour up
This that OG Granny Kush
This that OG Granny Kush
This that OD data dust
Dope fiend catalyst
Don’t mean average
This that OG Granny Kush
This that OG Granny Kush
This that low-key lazarus
Potent dazzler
Dome spin hazardous
…
The ash on the tip and
The pack in the bowl is
A classic eclipsing of
Passing remote control
Its a peace in the evening
Leaving the heebie the jeebie
And feeding the meaning of hope
Oh, sorry to bother you
Can i just offer you
All of the bottles of cope
Choke on the cola of
Comatose soda
That’s sold as a soma
Disowning the soul
Rather i blaze up the cabbages
Rather amaze all the savages
Playing a game with the adages
Adding the apples 
To Make lemonade
This that OG Granny Kush
This that OG Granny Kush
This that OD data dust
Dope fiend catalyst
Don’t mean average

OG Granny Kush

Lyrics:

Open scene to our characters
A pair of people sharing meaning
And feeling, a fear of
Falling out and failures
No vanity apparent, only
Honesty and truth
The honor they approve
Names for Colin and Abdul ensue
Cruising memories an elegy
To melodies once held inside
The hearts that weren't ready
To move, to push
To prove they could
Be all they ever wanted
An embodiment of who they should
At least they thought it was
The bottom line had followed up
And they had fell behind
A casualty of time
Too slow to make the finish line
Climbing less and less
"A peasant by any measure,
Just a worker I guess.
I best be moving on."
Colin yawns
Saunters yonder, towards the farm
Upon seeing this, Abdul persists
To pick up his friend
Amend his sense of sediment
"Impediments may meddle in
Ze plans that we have made,
But betterment is ever present
Ebbing in ze wave, one day
We see ze sun is shining down on us,
Abundant wonder and it comes to us
In busts, in troves,
We clutch ze gold
And all we touch is coated in ze polish
So, just know
If we sit up many nights
Zen ze top of ze mountain
Will be our prize
So rise, and hear our path it is secured
But only if our discipline gets ze last word."
Gets ze last word X2
Scene two, a decade passes and
At last it's bearing fruit
For Colin but it's harder
For his partner Abdul
So cruel
The people persecute 
his person and his verbiage
They hurt and burn and
Hurry in to bury his new suit
In jabs, in jokes
That stab, that poke
And on again and on again
It goes and goes
The road is tougher than he wished
No picture perfect
White picket fence
Instead
It's an endless barrage
Defending a mirage
Of enemies in garb
Of fighting men abroad
And poor Abdul is 
Caught up in the cross fire
He calls up Colin to
See if he is hiring
Or maybe if he can
Recommend a friend
But then he interjects with
"Just a second,
Let me get this right,
Your plight is ISIS
Shining in your smile?
My oh my, you find
Anything to cry about it seems
Your sentiment it brings
No empathy to me
You're just another flea
That's clinging onto me
And hoping you can feed
No way, ain't giving anything ya heard!
My mind is set and that's the last word."
That's the last word X2
Last scene, another decade
Is lost in all the sorrow
The cost of making dollars
Has bought our friend Colin
A life of wealth and luxury but
At night he's hungry for
Something more, a monarch fortune
Or a courtesan comfort
Fumbling for numbers
Mumbling begun under his
Breath as stress sets his head to
Bend and stretch into a tension
Manifesting in his neck, the veins
Pop and squeeze
Locks his knees
Falls and starts to seize out, his
Brain disease clouds his
Vision As He shouts a mixture of
Devout commiseration seeking
And a pekid fever dreaming
Gasp and heaving
'Til the breathing
Stops for good
Boxed in wood
Dug and put into the
Ground in town with only
One around who could
Put his soul to rest, poor Abdul
Left to fill his last request
He won't refuse, but true
He only views it as an
Opportunity to see the movie
Through into the final scene
He speaks to the people
Eager to feast on 
His final greed
Just a pile of green
So finally
He steps to the podium
To give the speech
"You seek a control and power deep
But you live on ze surface a sour tree
No seed will ever be a piece of ze Earth
If we do not proceed to till ze dirt
And work for a land where life is assured
So we can be proud hearing 
death's last word."

Last Word

Lyrics:
Patterns pattern data at a
Saturated scattering
An automated animating
Acting as as today
Hesitation designated
As delaying native language
Even breaking an elation
And a languishing away
Way of sorrow, no tomorrow
A samsara sublimates
Way to wallow, all that follows
Is a hollow holiday
Honor all that walk
Upon the block involving
Common novel talk
A lava lob of gravitas
Embossing what we say
In a grey, in a haze
In a vaguery erasing
Our embrace of the change
Of the chain of chasing
Crazily the claim, of the same
In the cases that object the plea
Of space that we taste
In the place created in between
A teeming seem of synchrony
The beating seated symphony
The dream I deem a history
Epitome of you and me
The play, on the stage
On a page that we save
In our brain an array
Of our memory arranged
Write a ray across the stated thoughts
Containing complicated and collated
Dots of dating day to day collage
Location we relate, relegate
To the basin of the basement
That we base, our fate
Our basic aim of gaining
Resume, of the names
Picking pictured situations
Syncopated pixelated
Machinations of the game I engage
When I wage an appraisement
Taken hastily or patiently
The pace that I correlate to
Paying me again
…
Faculties imagining a
Fractal panorama bringing
Everything embedded in
An active maturation
Hatch an egg, pass a peg
Patch a passive path of hatred
In your head, get ahead
Get a grasp and acclimate it
To attain a tacit taming
Of the matrix calibrated
To the passion celebrated
As a favorite classic painting
Til you fade into the faces
Of the facets of behavior
That you savor in the actors
That you clasp in captured sameness
That you tread

Fractal Philosopher

Lyrics:

Staring at a blank page,
In pain, it's mocking me
Sharing pains that came
Straight back from Socrates
Hypocrisy, constantly
Making a monopoly
Dropping the dot dot dot
As a philosophy
Possibly, filling up the space is wasted
If the product of the placement
Ain't amazing, if these
Thoughts that I say
Ain't obeying 
All the Truth that we crave
Can't fake the painting
So I pace, and I breathe
And I make, me believe
That I shouldn’t even take 
the chance of being free
A relief of the mind
Never seek, just recline
Let the safety of the matrix
Break down my shine
So I die a little bit deep inside
Drowning drip by drip as I cry
Falling trip-in in-to decline and
Dissolving bit by bit into nihilation

Staring at a blank page,
Amazed, it honors me
Giving me the right place,
To taste the following
Flowering, blossoming
Living no apology
Power up the pop pop pop
Popping apathy
Majesty, filling up the space elated
With the passion and the 
crop of the Titillating
Animating making moving ambulation
Mesmerized by the signs I'm un-erasing
Raise the stakes, chase it,
Come back and replay it
Gaze upon the life I write and 
Praise the sages
Ample time sublimes all
Can't debate it
So I find and bind all and 
Let it change me
Redefine my mental
Bend tendency
To temperament un
-tainted and clean
Clean the hate and
Doubt that I bleed
Just breathe and shout and
Take back the keys
To the cage that barred you
Tamed the volume
Maimed and mauled you
Making you weak
Hear the calling
Stop the stalling
Clear it all and
Just let it be more free
More free
Now hear the calling
Stop the stalling
Clear it all and
Just let it be more free
More free

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In collaboration with Rowan Kingsbury (Vocals & lyrics for the beach narc) and Alanis Hamblin (Production).

Had a lot of fun recording this with Rowan, unfortunately failed to save our first version of her vocals and our shared screams at the end but I think the end result is still pretty great. Look out for the Beach Narc!!

PS we forgot to bump up the master on the initial post, it should be much louder now

Lyrics:

{level}
At the beach were having fun
Splashing waves and doin drugs 
Intoxicated causing ruckus
Making noise like they can't touch us
Slapping ass, tossing trash
On the sand and in the grass
Bottles crashing spraying glass and
Dancing round the fire flashing
In the water cousin Finn
Fucking with a pod of dolphins
Underneath the undercurrent
Something stirring undercover
Power vroom, in the distance
Out of view of all the miscreants 
Sand is pluming, engine hissing
This man has a single mission 

{Rowan}
Hey you
If you don’t stop I’ll arrest you
No this is not a test you
Better stop what you’re doing
I’ll be back to check ya, you betcha

{Level}
Fuck that shit we call his bluff
Toss that gas and make it puff
Hotbox ain't got nothing on the
Smoke erupting like a thunder
Open orgie, ass and tits
Cousin Finn in full offense
Back he comes, no fire quenched
His veins are popping, skin is drenched

{Rowan}
I-I am obliged to tell you
I am carrying a lethal weapon
I’m not at all afraid to use it
Quit your fun, I’ve got a gun

{Level}
Laugh and yell “An idle threat.
You can't shoot us, make a bet. 
Either lead will crown and down us
Or your bed is six feet down bud.
We won't stop, a little bit.
We the top you little man.
Make your move you cannot break up
All this groove and pretty makeup.”
Back to dancing, smokin, fuckin
Acting like his gun is nothin
Hula hoopin cummin buckets
Cousin Finn is up to something
There he stands, fizzling
Skin aflame, sizzling
Gun in hand, he points it skyward
Pulling trigger gun is fired 

{Rowan}
I didn’t mean to shoot those seagulls
But that’ll be you if you don’t quit your
Very illegal actions
That’s a threat, for your infractions

{Level}
We all start by taking stock
Two gulls killed, a single shot
This man means a lotta business
But this ain't an isle prison
“We won't stop so give it up.
Take a lap or grab a cup. 
Only thing that kills the party
Is a shooting spree safari

{rowan}
ALL RIGHT! THAT’S IT!

Beach Narc (with Rowan Kingsbury)

RickyRAT is gonna get the cheese no matter what the world thinks of him

No Mo Dik

RickyRAT

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