bass by casealey

Lyrics:
an inquiry into a madman's diary 
Shakes the core of me 
Riddled with doubt at whatever comes out of his mouth
The sinking ship , rendered just a mess 
The treasure nestled rests , at the end of a quest , a couple years later , this nigga still in his bed , roach's crumbs barely seeing no bread , voices visions all in his head , don't wanna go outside 
Don't wanna say hi , no socialize , besides , it's no room on the passenger side of my ride , 
Look me in my fuck ing eyes 
You see what I seen then you know why I'm so quiet 
my eyes widened, 
Im bunkered in my silence 
My radars peeping mileage , gaining , rocketing, whistling violins , piety pins for the kindred . I'm honored. 


The center I'm swimming in it , I told you I'm gifted , millions on millions we winning, blood spilling out the pen uppercut a couple chins , splint to fix a rib or two the spliff it hit my surroundings , you and you . I'm wit the gang that's who I pass it to, the messages we wire through the presence at the holy pew , good libations the incense Palo Santo the greatness on my playlist . A million ways to say this , we not safe but we not taking it . The courage it take to enter the spaceship , the shit you holding onto is also fading , but we making this . But we making this . 
Temporally maintaining hits, for a generation, or at least till you lose yo patience, I'm skating on thin ice , I'm Tom cruise  motorbike , Introduce me to the coolest guy I fucking shoot him in his face , and take his place , top gun , the violence and  hate that we perpetuate
 nah son , dollars n cents tisk tisk we 
out here off the dream and wish , the potentest piff , the shit they don't want you to get , and good music . 





Piety Pins

Mentality clouded by distraction , reroute it to abstraction, ADHD got a butterfinger grasp , and the pen game weak without practice , underneath we can't help but be magic , talented actresses, in between imagination from mind to pad and shit , hey I admire ya penmanship . Scribbles over dribbles , only half athletic but In my hands still missiles got a grip on this Equalizer flip the script survival of the fittest Glick , turn a cis to a sissy in a instance, 21st century difference,  hedonism is the narrative , nepotism my addiction was inherited, Darwinism listen nigga this imperative , we all animals just feasting on the carrion, end of the day it's the end of days we not caring , beat the bitch barren , it's embarrassing, increasing sin, lost souls carcasses end up in bargain bins, feign innocence, it's hellish, we not harmless, the unborn child as a garnish, caviar omelettes, bone broth to the starving, picking parts, pick the heart throw it in the garbage, lone star beaming on the tar pit, praying for a comet, we spare nada, unaware populace, it's all problems, betwixt the commas is proverbs n knowledge, I'm appalled but we all in , all in all I'm not bothered , prolly should be up in arms but we skip n frolic , hop along in the songs pocket , plug the prongs in the blown socket , still trickle charge the juice boxes , stomp the yard like a opp , belt it loud till we out of oxygen....

Like we in the street wit it now like a revolution or something yeah. My niggas marching and shit yep, pictures in my mind now I can see the change now, I'm invisioning widespread change now ...felt throughout 

Felt Throughout

produced by @pariah563
brand new day , different ways we gon we deliver the product , chopped it up and made a way , 
Outside smoking chronic , different plays , we sick we got the plague ,this shit bubonic , watch out for the fakes , they bite like piranhas , swirl the staves we block out the hate , hit ya noggin , earned my raise , increased all my commas , head of state, I'm Obama , first day we addressing all that drama , I hang wit the braves , tomahawk em , babygirl great but she cannot fix my problems , I was in a daze , I was fucking crazed , pop you like a polyp , turn you to a wraith , one foot outside one foot in the grave , waistdeep sink or swim man I had to change . Charge up wit the gang , flank , take it to the bank , stay awake to see them profits boy we don't blink , 38 the realest ever boy what ya think .

Bubonic (Prod. Pariah)

featuring @big_upmenace

This is the hue of a mans being , speaking.  lunatic lunar tic full moon tick boom werewolf , another body exhumed , unearthed gnawed and chewed . A loose screw for your loose tooth , gotcha youngins seeing fairies in they view, now you gotta move cuz shit starting to move around the room. These dummies eating over tombs. These funny spirits really playing wit you too? 
I hope they amused.
Gumbo money sprung from the artery , fumble of the papacy partially , a whole lotta red and not a lotta C tho . Make a deadhead up and read a sea scroll .  
all Im seeing we'd smoke. Respect carpentry , burn that Palo Santo I'm a hero. Demon slaying a nightly occasion I'm deniro but I'm not Caucasian. Wipe my feet on this administration. 
We all in this , they called,  united nations gave word to change the words before they hit the stations. Could it all be this absurd? Fear , lust , this,  that and the third. My makers mark is the twinkle of sparkling herb, That twisting spiraling curb that brought man that seminal urge to spread frolic and fucking flourish. In my pen I could write a curse and sin, have em asking how my tracks curved from innocence, we choose to do the devil dirt and win more dirt , the chores never end . Dust in the wind . Bygones fore long Gon turn you the fuck in . A storm come striking in a frenzy , upended every trick and it was plenty . I thank God that we are many , psychosis had me thinking it was just me . 


hello , how many cigarillos am I gonna blow, while famine stalked the nation , I needed transmutation self imposed limitation , a time for every purpose under heaven , sent back to sender , watch the frame work no extended perks , fish fry need perch , smashing cults that tell too many fables , bootleg Cain and Abel , my abilities freeze blood rodents that each cheese , you a rat that's a fact I can bag any rat across the map , divinely guided on the path Sumerian laugh ancient artifact. live life like it's your last , divinely guided on the path , bredren I wanna go to heaven , my fault I'm gonna go talk to strangers at 711 . it's 3 am you missing new dimensional beginnings , what's ending is no more defending half sided friendship . attack on the Titanic dont panic , third eye see through your crease and crevasses , on my little gold chain my neck but ain't no chains up on my neck , attempt to  called me Toby ill set you on fire  Mr Maguire , sir Esquire , go pick up Iizzy cuz the gods ready to get busy, Zionist bleed cyanide perpetuate in my genuine balley leather snake skin school of life, never claimed to have it  internally have it all watch the leaves fall, we ball hard, autumn fall!

Loose Tooth feat. Big Up Menace X

I guess Lil baby came out of my dreams 
Shes a genie 
I was in the halls wit t dog 
We fought demons 
Catch me at the cross wit my dogs we be cleaning 
Mary wit the cloth got the cloth for my feet 
They switched on me baby
I cliqued up wit nephilim 
I was in the house getting zooted off a reading
Flashback here we go again Like forgot what it means 
Panic wit me baby plz hand me some more tree
Them ppl Made me question they belief 
When they walked me down in that street

Amen I'm loving it
Tripping and stumbling 
Went out a bought me a rose 
I fell in love wit the notes 
Thinking and wondering 
How do I juggle it
I had to 
Double the dose 
What you experience
I cannot question it 
I guess you know what you know 
Stop in amazement
I cannot chase it
Thankful for lanes that I chose 
I often isolate
I cannot try no more
Feel like a man on the moon 
Alien archetype
Seeing the inner light 
Hop in the starship and go 


Overheads

Produced by @big_upmenace

Avoiding the capture, oh boy don't know what they after , loot chest, cross chapters, and noise! civil unrest in a world not poised ,on the brink of collapse, societies systems holding us back, Hacks n killjoys, they knee high with the plaster , we intercept that , crack ! Jackpot of some coins, in the rocks we found the codex we was after , 
rebound another setback , to the future , jetpack!
 and to the time we won't get back , we salute ya . We made the most of every maneuver and manifested , creation , life lessons, the music groundbreaking, still stressing this , stress and diss, hating imitations and fake shit, bullshit populace mind controlling the seeds, the words they speak , the mainstream leakage makes me queasy,  poor little shorty , wonder what your future will be, doubt it's Gon be easy, type of shit make me wan get vasectomy, nah mean , maybe practice celibacy, ah me see B**s me mind can't think, make me wanna go and buy something light pink, but we thinking hermeneutically if u get what I mean

 And we can get mean , crazy eyed , seen it in dreams , they love to get you in your sleep. Eat your food and leave the crumbs right on the scene . It's A trifling thing, little child!  When a tadpole grows a tongue turns into a rifle , american idols , pogo Bundy and the cold case files . You get hogtied right into the fire . 
Nights like these , Im thankful for my life . Could be dead on arrival , sped head on, nuff said, spark my weed, I'm glad I'm not like you. It's ironic how a Muslim could discover lost books of the bible. Heresy! It's bionic how they like to fight you, they like to play wit you and pose you holding a knife , 

or a spear .... 
Definitely some kind of weapon 
Oh dear ,
 honey little Timmys gonna make my head spin , come get your son he's tagging the walls , he's out of control, he broke the heads off of his sisters barbie dolls , then blew up her dollhouse and shitted wall to wall. Its unacceptable, aren't you appalled? now  I think he's jacking off!... he needs help! when he's older he'll surely shoot up a mall or somewhere else . He's definitely gonna go to hell.

Nostalgia (Prod. Big Up Menace X)

produced by @1ja2ke3
Live from the wormhole I am eternal , coming up watching the burners , memory failing me I had to journal , I had to work out a way to get back to the earth , codes and mechanisms too hectic single vision ain't working back to the dirt , I gotta different message 
, life lesson if you know what I'm taking bout, think on it,  feel the presence , we going on walkabout ready for anything , cautious bout everything anyone what in the fuck do you put in yo brain , in yo lungs , what is you munching huh, who is you crushing on ? Fear and Lust, 
I do not talk to my peers much , frankly I just could not give a fuck . lone mission , solipsism 
 Plato my dawg nigga , Heraclitus my dawg nigga , Epicurus my dawg nigga , Diogenes keep them dogs wit ya . 

Head for the top , left from the bottom , bubble up double up I'm seeing commas , you cannot stop I nor we ,
 Our team built like Glock nineteen's , start that beef , 
We start feeding ya , 

This that top flight team , this that confirmation of a dream , this that way to get it done , this that everything, this that dancing to the top and go and break the chains then go and make some change 

This that fucking flip the page , this that sip that drank , this that celebrate that .

That Celebrate That (Prod. Jak3)

How many days I been geeked off micros 
fix that typo
This shit ain't cheap like iphone 
This beat sound like huff nitro 
Just filled my cup up wit some ichor 
Compute Code like python
 Built that fort, she just hit my pylons 
Geeks not dorks , 
Feel that force if you heard one damn song 
This bitch can't keep her pants on 
 can't be landlocked
Got my bearings, had to fix my tie rod
I take flight
She just took me off her iPod 
I don't really wanna fight 
I wanna move beyond 
Tell that bitch It's all for one like I'm brand Nubian 
Just got shaped up metatron , can't get placements get a job , babygirl lift my fog . In that crease like billabong , 
Kill that shit my dawg , 
shark attack megalodon . 
This is a tactical poem , they feel the passion , I get to gassin my lungs , never lacking . We just dismantled the bugs , all of your bases belonging to us,  ain't no replacement for love , I think we won 


Never wanna talk about it 
If you go and talk about it they could get it flipped 
Goin on a walkabout 
Most them boys that talking down ain't never took a trip
If you wanna talk about it I could get ya hip 
I don't think you ever really thought about shit 
Interface elevate 
Supersonic hit the chronic
Meditate on this 
Is you  really truly really  happy how it is 
If you had to Would you go and do it all again 
Mandelbrot place the dots 
Look inside 
Connect em form a grid 
And Im tryn not to blow my lid 
And I'm tryn not to be violent
Tryn to be ascetic now 
Everybody hectic now
Stay ten toes and learn my lesson 
Meetings with the inner child 
Headed for the meta cloud 
Superficial
Artificial exit out Glitch

Grid Formation

The Ephesian Mutts screenplay is a WIP, so I decided to interpret my vision into a sound-play.

We see a sickly homeless man in rags proselytizing and raving in the streets . A Chosen Genius. He is in bad shape and it is his last day . He dies in a trash heap with passers by not even noticing. As days pass his corpse is picked over by the strays of the city . We follow a pack of Chihuahuas after they have finished dining on and defiling the body that once held a great and powerful mind. One of the dogs runs off to a home with a doggy door and cuddles on the couch with it's owner. It vomits. 

Black and white 35mm 

Great minds of the past rendered to dogfood . Their material being devoured by beings that couldn't fathom the imagination of their prey . Soon to be dog shit . 

Kind of like The Turin Horse, but... this is The Corinthian Canines.

The Corinthian Canines

poor Gregor . and to the Gregor's of the world , I hear you . in the end it's not really even about us . a cautionary tale . for harm reduction purposes . 

The Groovy Decline

Still do , who to appeal too , cash mildew , truth within self , they in the rearview , they in the stands for the kill crew , the ceilings planned , innerstand the endogenous entheogenic man . They tried to blind you , the chosen few , narrow passages we shimmy through the halls of amenti , we understand we miniscule them imbeciles went major . Blessed and highly favored , overheads the essence and vapor , pen and paper word , it's unnerving this wicked earth , festering dubious demiurge . Purged and left me with sniffles , flirted with the curse, emerged and dipped , the words left , written , the words, write , the word right , the proof in view in the light , plain sight in truth. We gon be aight ,

 Be extreme or fall in the infinite struggle in between 
Nothing quite as it seems 
People need to love themselves instead of the cream
Fear based everything 
Exactly like they said it would be 
Should have read the book,  should have looked into that shit before they made you look , pawn to rook , couple crooks at ya neck wit hooks , juxtapose the lesson , my bredren we not shook . 

We choose psalms , crusaders done hit the wall , they gone rue the day !  Cathars reinjected out the aether . Couple missed steps last time we was too out for the paper, spirit beaming like a laser ,and we do not be quitting , but we not playing either ,  we not lazy. Shouts out lil ray , Helluva struggle , remembrance of the slave ships , ase , in ye olden days it was commonplace to hate a nigga , put that on Sammy daviss, on miles daviss. This that new generational anguish impressionist painting of levitation. 

 . It's magic in science , the tyrants double dutch clutching a virus , we knuckled up hella defiant , pictures painted by the Mayans . The smog filled city burns, a dog pissing on the fire hydrant ,the city yearns for some firefighters , a child turns to Michael Myers, the news cycle tires and the country for the most part seems undisturbed,  . Word. ......

That Celebrate That (Prod. Jak3)

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