Name: Dethroned by Red 45
Duration: 3 min 3 s
Description: Lyrics later. I think I may have fucked up the tempo a few times, because it's super fast at points, but it's pretty solid.

Unapologetic demo

Rough draft. Screwed up here and there, but here it is.

Lyrics: 
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Scatterin tattered matter battlin mad hatters battalion rattlin shattered glass medallions splatterin cadavers callous bastards tragically absent retracted magic distracted fat cats act detracted, fastenin faster staggerin action packed rapture matter fact abstract catastrophe madman chapters after raps rapid disaster/ after raps rapid distaster/
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Epileptic eloquent rhetoric enterin every energetic evident fellowship ever irreverent ever intelligent effigy effort affects every irrelevant elegant reverent sentiment, eclectic electric dejected respected contested infected connected resonant acceptance lessens effective lessons/ lessens effective lessons/
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Solipsitic ridiculous mischief isn't with resistance misfits shifted visual critical ritualistic hypocrites with cynical distancing dissonance resistant within cryptic stitches stitch it this instant, listenin with fissured fictional interest into diligent wisdom risen riddles riddled with incisions in this prism/ incisions in this prism/
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Awkward oddities positively honored fatherly zombies cross off somber sovereignty vomiting cautiously nauseous honesty hollow biography follows plotted composite cacophonies, coughin provocative perogatives onto monotonous monitors monstrous psychological prophecy/ monstrous psychological prophecy/
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Subtlety underneath underbrush another son of a gun runnin from discussions of disgusting functions another mother fucker utters somethin but nothin comes up crushed under the wonder of dumb fucks, cuttin umber lumber mothers brothers drummin up covers another one plundered from the sun/ another one plundered from the sun.. Done/

Ay E Eye Owe You

Beatboxing and rapping... AT THE SAME TIME?! Also Blaine.

Kicksnare

Words Is Dumb

A song I started writing on February 18th, 2013. The day my grandfather passed away. He was very important to me. Each year after the first verse I wrote a new one as a way to show the progress of dealing with his loss.

Lyrics: It's just the same old shit, as I sit, here letting the thoughts flood my mind/ You may think I can swim, you may think I'll be just fine/ But I'm drowning now in these mental oceans I've created suffocating myself just wishin' I was sedated/ My plated, armor has chinks in every single inch of it/ Torn between conflicted thoughts, suffering from ambivalence/ I can't stand on my own two feet without you there to hold me up/ No matter what I ever did, you were always there to show me love/ How am I supposed to be a man without you there to guide me? Your lessons and morals are the things that still define me/ How will I be, okay in a world without your presence/ All the good I've ever done was influenced by your essence/ You were my hero, and I regret that I never got to tell you/ When you got sick, I only wished that I could help you/ The life you lived inspired me to be the person I am today/ Though you're gone now, your memory won't ever fade away/ My internal eternity is in a state of emergency/ I've got no memory or energy to pull away urgently/ Hiding from the life that would purposely murder me with uncertainty/ But survival dictates that I must be heard and not seen/       

It's just the same old words/ but I'm sure/ that I can get through this/ I won't render your lessons of integrity useless/ you defended me from enemies who intended for my ending/ you were relentless in your intentions of good hearted understanding/ you told me stories of the days back when you were young/ like in 'Nam when the medics came to save you and stole your gun/ we would play checkers on the porch and talk for hours/ about life, love, and the beauty of the flowers/ but now you're gone and it kills me inside/ haven't been able to shed a tear since the day that you died/ thought so many times about joining you in the afterlife/ but nothing good can come from the blade of a knife/ my ship is sinking, and there's no way off/ no escape from the pain and the blood I cough/ deeper down, drowning from the loss/ dammit I miss you so much Poppop/ and now I'm blurtin' these curse words and it hurts worse/ reverse the curse cause nothin's the same since you left earth/ I didn't even get to see you on my twenty first/ since you rode away that fateful day in a hearse/

It's just the same old life, or death, filled with a new breath/ took the time to sort everything out and passed the test/ I miss you every day but I'm doin' much better/ and I'm finally able to finish this love letter/ February 18th was the day that you made peace/ and I couldn't possibly thank you for everything that you gave me/ your legacy continues to teach me lessons/ the acceptance in your message still gives me direction/ you left me at a time when I needed you the most/ but it taught me to be strong through the blistering cold/ regretful of all the times that I wasn't around/ and if you could see me now, I think you'd be damn proud/ the cuts so deep, can't retreat, ripped to shreds but I'm on my feet/ trapped in a casket of thoughts I keep/ but in spite of it all won't admit defeat/ head held high, full of pride, tears fill my eyes but I won't die/ I'll survive this life and look to the sky/ walkin' tall for the very first time/ I can't just replace your existence with drinkin'/ I know now the self resentment isn't realistic/ at the end of the day, it's you that I'll be missin'/ but I guess with every ending, there comes a new beginning/

New Beginnings (Major)

Poetry from the soul. Just havin' some fun.

Cataclysm (Refuge, Red 45, Dyception) - Sounds From The Soul (live)

A little story. Honestly, my apologies for quality.

Lyrics:
Screamin release the demons while pleadin for reason seasons of treason teeter on feverish heat and beat her down till she's bleedin/ schemers schemin and dreamin to snatch the sequins fleet footed and fleein with all the sheets and the ink pens/ pretty little shifty witty itty bitty kitty kitties glitz the shitty iffy icky city wit a little ditty/ fifty milli sickly lilies rip the chickies quickly all willy nilly sticking wit a really ill bit of killing/ falling forward faster than a fickle fuckin father/ when his daughter stopped followin his orders with no bother/ brother-mother wonderin just what the fuck happened/ seein baby-little sister givin strangers lap dances/ methamphetamine, mezzanine, ketamine, testin her, everything, pressuring/ little stripper to get jacked and ripped, bringin her to the brink/ thinkin "maybe if they blink I can dip in their ink"/ faster down the rabbit hole she goes losing all control of her soul, burned all the bridges now she's left froze lying on that cold road/

From a stripper to a hooker not a stunner or a looker big daddy pimpin shook her and said "bitch whatchu lookin fer?!" Hooked her to the drugs mother fucker took her from her mother promised her a better life but it was nothin but the other/ funny dummy promised her money and a little somethin when she got hungry/ but it was all lies all eyes on her while she balanced on the fault lines/ took her eye off the ball twice and found out where the walls lie/ in a false sky she was the fall guy all night watchin paint on the walls dry/ followin her sorrow to the hollow stoppin not to smell the flowers but the bodies rottin bein swallowed by the crows/ conquered by the coke that he fed her feelin better? Never. Couldn't let her get away holdin tight on that tether/ dulled the pain every day with fantasies of moms rockin/ asked trick "last one made me bleed, you gonna top it?"/ "watch it little girl knock it off with the talkin." But it only took one glock shot to make her clock stop and turn that prison into a coffin/

Slidin' Down The Pole

Just a little something I wrote a few days ago. It has a partner song paired with it as well. Which I'll try to record soon.

Lyrics: 
I was a permanent glass idol shattered by a sadistic lack of passion/ boycotting open books for no reason other than feeling that I have to/ there's no reason to cry anymore when that doors been slammed in so many ways/ that's why I stained black my mirrors to escape my cracked face/ peel the mask back and witness vivid colors drippin from iris/ so many different faces crippled with identity crisis/ scars part to let rotten roses grow out and in em/ and I transcend reality to be a part of a celestial algorithm/ devout to fiction and nothing else, stuck up on this dusty shelf, tucked inside a rusted self, are the signs of needed help/ ridin in the million bellies of a murder of crows/ my destiny is to live in the pitch black of the dark below/ start to show signs of a heart that's armed to blow/ it takes one kiss on the cheek of the meek to cause an ark to explode/ pathological wars of men get smothered by the hordes of zen/ but I get more when the kavorkian stories nestle on my porch again/

The perceptions percussion functions like perfect combustion to turn the earth into a black hole through essential destruction/ evidential repercussions cause residential disgust but it takes more than that to push ya way through the discussion/

Here we go, fallin flat on my fuckin face again/ waitin for the day when I can finally say my fate will end/ flakin on friends is probably better than fakin trends/ but my hate will mend when I decide to break or bend/ the blood splatters all over a freshly waxed floor/ when I recount all the times I tried to make my life a war/ bringin unbelievable heated trinkets to relinquish what came before/ unsheathin my sword to beat freaky demons and even the score/ nothin but owned property, slittin my throat to watch it bleed, united I divide my eyes for a self fulfilling prophecy, with the ghosts of my past lives constantly watchin me, waitin for my pulse to fade to cold cock me possess me and occupy my body/ they watch all my movements, know all my tactics/ cause they got a perfect view from the cobwebs in my attic/ all fingers point to me losin my mind to madness/ but the absence of evidence ain't the evidence of absence/ tragic

The perceptions percussion functions like perfect combustion to turn the earth into a black hole through essential destruction/ evidential repercussions cause residential disgust but it takes more than that to push ya way through the discussion/

I, Divide

Lyrics later. I think I may have fucked up the tempo a few times, because it's super fast at points, but it's pretty solid.

Dethroned

My favorite song I've ever recorded. I am so god damned proud of this one.
Prod. Credit goes to George Harrison of The Beatles. The instrumental is 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps.'

Paradise Lost

Rapping, singing, writing, playing, all of it. But no equipment to record properly. Ah well. Soon.

Dethroned

Red 45

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