Written, composed and produced by Antoin Gibson© 

Flat Lined

Antoin coming at you with terminal rage!
“FUCK YOU!” Is how I'm going to set this stage

I'm so sick and tired of dealing with all your shit
I'm so sick and tired because your incompetence caused this shit
Lying just to meet your own selfish needs
Dying is the result to me of your selfish deeds

You're a useless cunt so fuck you!
All I can say because nothing is all you can fucking do
Nothing is what you are capable of
Nothing is now what I'm living off
Living is a kind way to put it
Surviving is how I'm always fucking doing it

I may seem like the fucking loser who has accomplished fuck all
That isn’t true as your only accomplished because you fuck all
Normally I’d be one of the corpses that is your doing in the rot
I’m ready to make you the next corpse with a fucking headshot

Nothing to lose anymore thanks to nothing ever done for me
Nothing to gain because of everything that has been done to me
I’m not being selfish, self-absorbed and moaning like a little bitch
Harsh truth is that your selfish, self-absorbed and deserve put in a ditch


An anomaly and I am labelled diss abled to ever work
The anomaly being the causality of you bunch of diss abled cunts who never work
Incompetent is a compliment
Negligent as your unintelligent
Dead is what your paid
Basic rights you get when your basic wrong
I’m always right but live without basics because your fucking basic and wrong

I just want to lose my mind and end up in your mindless self-delusion
Impossibility with my mental capacity that I'm forever an exclusion
Society can go and fuck!
Nuke each other to extinction with some luck
Luck unfortunately is my repelling force
Universe’s credit is the only logical source
Hyper-gravity of the situation is fucking dire
I've tried to be on your level living life a fucking liar

Can’t happen
Won’t happen
That level of brain dead I just can’t tap in
My mentality too strong but my exterior is cracking
If only I wasn't self-aware then your skulls I’d be fucking hacking
Literally, of course, with a cleaving axe
Computer literacy, your stupidity I've already done the hi-jacks 
Nothing useful reiterates the nothing useful in your brain
A paradoxical dilemma for me as I want but can’t go insane
I may be reduced to nothing that I don't even exist 
I'm still managing to hold on in a manner of subsist
If there ever comes a day that my mental state has a twist
Nobody is safe as I don't discriminate who will be on my hit list

This is not a usual lyrical set that is complex and where your dissed
Antoin is getting closer to the edge where feeding these thoughts may invoke my drive to not desist
Never can we coexist
You made it clear with the lack of assist
My hunger is growing I’m ready to feast
On what's left when I make you deceased


Flat Lined

Written, produced and performed by Antoin Gibson:

Title: 

Dissometry

Lyrics:

Class is in session spinning it 180 degrees 
In a Straight line, no angle here to diss please

I’m here to Work Out what is your Problem.
I’ll get to the Root no Problem. 
Calculated facts are you’re all the common denominator.
Finger on the trigonometry is best to deal with you abominator. 
Occam’s Razor applies putting it Philosophically
Putting you to the razor is simplest not putting it hyperbolically

I’m Inclined to put it Plane.
The Force required is a hole in your brain.
An object in motion will become motionless.
Paradoxically I’ll happily do the work Remaining emotionless.
Statistically your life will always amount to zero.
Return to the Cycle and you may Net be a Negative hero.

That doesn’t Apply to me as I’m an Anomaly. 
I’m needed to conduct this homily
I’m your Opposite and you are Sin
I’m your yang and you are yin
Sin Tax bearer you must pay the price
Input Syntax Error I must, you excise

It’s my Differential Points that make me Integral to the Plot
You’ve been thrown a curveball that Proves you are not
You’re a Square where Supply stretches Elasticity to Break
Even if you were an outlier that’s demand that I’d take
Don’t mishear me Cos an Out Liar doesn’t equal an outlier
The Level of Obtuse is beyond dire

Logically it’s commonly the possibility 
if not mathematically you’ll get it lingually
Unproblematically for me as you’re abhorrently
grotesque there’s a necessity you take this sublingually

Toxicology reports will lack authenticity 
No sepulchral sense of atmosphere
Toxicity neutralises toxicity, 
No Body will mourn your regression to the stratosphere
 
Five Cardinal ways I’ve explained this Concept from Divinity to Infinity
Based on your Answers we don’t have an affinity
As expected from my hypothesis you have come up Null
My Results have become a Clear Prism since you’re conclusively Dull
Diss Lessen is rapping up and Logged in the Hull
ConVexed me to this final solution that’s concaving your skull


BandCamp

Dissometry

Written, produced and performed by Antoin Gibson

Title:

FlexAble

Lyrics:

Pop it. Lock it. Going down and slut drop it. 
Staccato. Bravado. Vibrato. Legato.
Now this is what you call a show.
It’s all about my stance, glance and dance. 
You never really stood a chance.
I’ve got everybody in a trance.

Antoin redefining flexing so logically yet perplexing
Tightening the flow so shut up and let’s go

This is a beef up with a twist
Better bend your ear as I can’t be missed
I’m dripping as a stone-cold ice linguist
None to spare if your feelings miss the gist 
Emotionally dissed and you’re instantly dismissed 

Genre defining with minimal refining.
Pop? Penned down popular without all the whining
Rap? Wrapped up in silver lining
Dirty? Combining with the class of fine dining
Love? My allure leaves everyone pining
Diss? Simple for mentality declining
Emotional? Heart breaking that lives are resigning
I can’t help my inflexion is blessed by divining

Raising the bar along with my finance.
Take care trying to match my flex yourself
as I wouldn’t want you to break.
Got to match my figure so you got to cheque yourself,
Trying to keep up is your life’s mistake.

Welcome lowly students to my Master class.
I can teach you my ways where fine art is how I shake my ass.
Blending and sculpting a new era that’s Hip-Pop.
Credit me as the pioneer on how to bop to the top.
Where Artistic meets Mathematics.
Calculated, complex and evolves systematics.
Charismatics kinematics positioning chart schematics.
Can tell you’re starting to stumble, stutter since the
Numerical linguistics made you shutter.
No One manages to pass my class.
How can you expect to flex when you’re made of glass?

Pop it. Lock it. Going down and slut drop it. 
Staccato. Bravado. Vibrato. Legato.
Now this is what you call a show.
It’s all about my stance, glance and dance. 

Pop it. Lock it. Going down and slut drop it. 
Staccato. Bravado. Vibrato. Legato.
Now this is what you call a show.


FlexAble

Stream

Written, composed, produced and performed by Antoin Gibson:

Sight of First Love

It seems like only yesterday that I woke up beside you
and the world was ours to rule
Now you’re gone time has stopped for me,
so I’m frozen in my heartbreak so cruel
I thought I knew better when I was warned
that your first love will never be true
I threw caution to the wind letting my heart take the reins
so troubling signs I broke through

I was foolhardy when it came to you
charging headfirst into loving you
I’d studied the romances both broken and true
as preparation for the day I met you
First time’s a charm is the spell I was under
unable to see clearly the skies above
It was always the calm that I never saw this storm,
that’s the sight of first love

The side of the bed you lay on
remains the same as when you upped and gone
Your bittersweet fragrance provides nostalgic comfort that
I’m not ready to move on
Is it a crime for me to want to hold onto our memories knowing they won’t stay long?
We have gone our separate ways,
but our love will be immortal in this song

It’s easy to be on the side-lines
and watch a story of love unfold
To experience the raw truths
both good and bad are what’s left untold
Promises you made when you left me
that one day I’ll forget this pain
All I see is your tender face
causing my feelings to torrent fearing I’ll drown in this rain!

I was foolhardy when it came to you
charging headfirst into loving you 
(loving you)
I’d studied the romances both broken and true
as preparation for the day I met you 
(I met you)
First time’s a charm is the spell I was under
unable to see clearly the skies above 
(skies above)
It was always the calm that I never saw this storm,
that’s the sight of first love
(the sight of first love…)


Sight of First Love

Song written, composed, produced and performed by Antoin Gibson:


Title: Vessel of the Loveless

Lyrics:

Fire… You’ve entered the lair of the dragon.
Smoke… swirling amidst the Witch’s symbolic hexagon

Bubble, bubble, the boys in trouble
My fire burns his life to rubble
His mistake messing with a bitch like me
His voodoo doll stitched from the witch in me

They always cross my heart
(I’ve never had one)
 They always hope to die
(another victim)
They had no chance from the start
(it’s my game)
They love me but I was just a lie
(It’s impossible for me to love…)

When you first gazed into my eyes
It didn’t phase that you were hypnotised
You thought you were stringing me along
But you were being choked on my leash
The more you resist my power grows
Your last vision will be of my inner beast

They always cross my heart
(I’ve never had one)
 They always hope to die
(another victim)
They had no chance from the start
(it’s my game)
They love me but I was just a lie
(It’s impossible for me to love…)

Spellbound from the moment I chose you as the one
Nothing special from all those before and those still to come
My infernal beauty none will ever match
You’ll burn all your desires for me with this light of this match…

You thought that you had the upper hand and were superior
The deck I had rigged, you couldn’t even match my inferior
Thousands of souls have been lost to quench this succubi 
You’re merely a forsaken spec to feed on then die…

(The concoction is ready
It’s time to say goodnight…)

They always cross my heart
(I’ve never had one)
 They always hope to die
(another victim)
They had no chance from the start
(it’s my game)
They love me but I was just a lie
(It’s impossible for me to love…
Anyone but myself…)

I always cross my heart
(I’ve only got love for one)
 I can never hope to die
(I’m just born again)
I was the only player from the start
(it’s my game)
They love me but I was just a lie
(It’s love that keeps me alive…)

Screaming… The agonies feed my alluring youth.
Darkness… swirls the end for desires and I’m an eternity of proof…


Vessel of the Loveless

Spotify

Lyrics written by Antoin Gibson:

Class is in session spinning it 180 degrees
In a Straight line, no angle here to diss please

I’m here to Work Out what is your Problem.
I’ll get to the Root no Problem.
Calculated facts are you’re all the common denominator.
Finger on the trigonometry is best to deal with you abominator.
Occam’s Razor applies putting it Philosophically
Putting you to the razor is simplest not putting it hyperbolically

I’m Inclined to put it Plane.
The Force required is a hole in your brain.
An object in motion will become motionless.
Paradoxically I’ll happily do the work Remaining emotionless.
Statistically your life will always amount to zero.
Return to the Cycle and you may Net be a Negative hero.

That doesn’t Apply to me as I’m an Anomaly.
I’m needed to conduct this homily
I’m your Opposite and you are Sin
I’m your yang and you are yin
Sin Tax bearer you must pay the price
Input Syntax Error I must, you excise

It’s my Differential Points that make me Integral to the Plot
You’ve been thrown a curveball that Proves you are not
You’re a Square where Supply stretches Elasticity to Break
Even if you were an outlier that’s demand that I’d take
Don’t mishear me Cos an Out Liar doesn’t equal an outlier
The Level of Obtuse is beyond dire

Logically it’s commonly the possibility if not mathematically you’ll get it lingually
Unproblematically for me as you’re abhorrently grotesque there’s a necessity you take this sublingually
Toxicology reports will lack authenticity. No sepulchral sense of atmosphere.
Toxicity neutralises toxicity. No Body will mourn your regression to the stratosphere

Five Cardinal ways I’ve explained this Concept from Divinity to Infinity
Based on your Answers we don’t have an affinity
As expected from my hypothesis you have come up Null
My Results have become a Clear Prism since you’re conclusively Dull
Diss Lessen is rapping up and Logged in the Hull
ConVexed me to this final solution that’s concaving your skull

Dissometry

Antoin Gibson

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