BarreS

Bodhisattva

Acetylcholine

fucked up on that perspective, 
shiver me timbers, myriad detectives 
defective algorithms design the directive 
ordained to be eternal, a collective
mindfuck, just toss the receipt to correct it 
cos no repair or replacement could ever fix 
the void that manifests in the time since 
the reason began, the season we cannot forget, 
what is memory anyways? remember that last phrase
that kept you looping for days and days, eh? 
they say if you don't use it, you lose it, but I confused wit 
with some obtuse shit, a profuse bit of 
diffused hits of oxygen and nitrous, propellant 
to the consciousness, derived from the long haul this time
were these thoughts designed, did they stop the sublime? 
or is the sublime something to come in a lifetime 
of perception, the moments deigned to define 
reason and rhyme, methodically inclined, 
and symbolically aligned with the axis 
upon which my soul initiates practice, 
memory I lose, but skill, I don't lack this 
or maybe i seek thrills far too actively 
i could give a shot less, 30 cc of whiskey contents me, 
convince me i can breathe free again this week, 
month year century, censure and see 
new american dysentery, hairy situation, 
i guess i regret when I began the occupation 
of perceiving situations and receiving information 
by choice or by force, the time is paying 
with death and deadly denominations 
convince yourself it can't be right, right? 
well ill fight for imaginary battles, 
and manifest bones in rattles 
so i can remember how my foes had me addled 
and convinced that my sense was fading 
meet me on the other side another day, please. 

you don't even fucking know 
leave the lid on and watch the kettle blow 
mettle slowly in the affairs you don't understand 
ampersand comprehend, so sorry to offend the damned, 
But I'm damned if I don't, banned from the hope
reclaim some sense from the moments while i choke 
down reason and logic, ontological profit, blown smoke 
signals convincing the world the simulation is broke 
hokum and some low key fun, um may I 
repeat myself and just ask you this, bitch:

"Why?"

let me just reiterate, my mind is inconsiderate 
to merely contemplate, rather built to speculate
and remember the splendor i found in sins, sure
but also the virtues of valor, convinced that 
nothing in the end comes back 
in quite the same for it left as, 
conscious energy and the spetsnaz 
better combination? i doubt one could best that 
wield reason and logic like treason to top this
sundae, they say, of self denial
well you might catch me, meanwhile 
in the moments between the moments, 
crushin on a reason to defile my style 
that i might hone sense so I can own this 
blown bits of brain matter blasted upon the hidden 
cerebellum, zero point energy is no longer forbidden
just inconsistent and left to be written
away as the bullshit we're all smitten with 
wisdom is death, and death is progress, 
life is the next step in absolving your losses.



g0d c0mpl3x

i don't wanna say i love you yet,
but i can't lie, i sure wanna feel ya breath 
on the back of my neck, ya skin and sweat
against mine on a night cold and wet,
or hot and dry, get high starin at the sky
and let me tell you the reasons why i 
want to make you my prize, i despise 
the time i gotta wait while i try and pry
my soul open and expose the feelings
i got building up inside me, still reeling
back from the wonder of the fact that
you exist, i just can't believe my path 
would ever mesh with the one you walk
feelin like the luckiest human like im on top
of the world, screamin i found what i thought
i'd never find in a whole lifetime, a mind
that makes me sit here and design 
some intricate rhyme with meaning inside
and throw away the pride, on this endless ride
where i'm forever high with my eyes pried wide
open, hoping that i might find a moment derived
from the euphoria you got me feelin, my heart beatin
ever faster, like a horse gallopin through the seasons
never giving up, never seizing, just believing 
and breathing in tha words you're speaking
your essence got me fo once perceivin
that maybe it ain't all bad, life is better even
than i could have imagined; imagine that 
while i imagine my arm around ya back,
grippin ya tightly, ain't lettin go tonight, see
i got too much to lose , and i don't mean that lightly
when i look in ya eyes, i can't help that i see
everything i ever wanted in this unlikely 
life, this uncanny path i find alight with bright
points guiding me to the words you write
put ya hand in mine and lie here with me
let me show you all the things i see
in you when i say, princess spook,
let me be your prince and convince you
that ya beauty outshines the sun and stars
and your mind got me shootin off to mars
feelin higher than any drugs ever made me
on my life, imma make you my lady
but even more than that, imma find the reasons
to show you the beauty you got inspires treason,
hope i can help you come to love yourself
as much as i know i could without any help

princess.spook

from the midst of sadness, i found
gladness in the madness of your presence,
my prescient senescence keeps me lost in 
thinking of the things i would to within 
the time i would dedicate, every moment 
to your happiness if i could only own it:
your mind and mine lost in the grasp of time
staring at clouds with a little bit of rhyme
might i mind my loneliness a little more if
i knew it was you i would one day have i adore? it
seems unreal, like i can't feel, my thoughts conceal
nothing is true and yet everything is real, i kneel
in my mind before the appeal of your every word annealed
my mind into a stronger form, adorned with courage
yo i can't lie i hope our friendship can flourish
and prosper into something more cause i adore
you like you were the reason i've come to abhor
breathing, life is fleeting but i wanna share
this little slice of it with you, i don't care
what anyone else might have thought, battles i fought
led me to this position, and i ain't switchin off
the lot of experience i've got, just focused on being lost
in the words that you say to me each day 
i really hope that you would never refrain
little spooky ass beauty, i hope you would definitely do me
the chance towards happiness, let me make you happy too, please?



spook me

Im so sporadic.
Hoes come at it.
Like its coke there adicts.
So when I win this battle my money I hope you have it.
My attacks classic like my drug habit up/down levellin
medicine helps me settle in developing raw ass rhymes
robbin MCs blind it’s a crime the amount of lines I snort
it’s sport I support never fall short out for that ONE HIT

The rush I get from smoking meth is the same as merkin
bitches endlessly mentally destroying immense amenities
I reap from killin cats effortlessly, test me learn ur lesson g
I destroy ur masculinity with a vasectomy w/ lyrical superiority

It’s my priority to protect my invest-ment my impression
dependent on incessant infected intestine digested, in case you didn’t catch that I eat whack MCs I beat senselessly on the street ull never see me im a ghost 

I camp out all night behind the door, 2 razor blades tied with wire to wrap around ur neck and slice ur spinal chord
till blood shines my floor, ud never go near my door get ripped off snipped of clips go off, buck shotgun u hit the floor




Can you hear the crickets chripin?
Thats you lack of applause.
Boogeyman in this muh fucker Im back wit the claws.
Smack you wit paws.
Cocaine aint doin you no justice boy Im the when sellin it to you lace it wit acid an tar.
Fast to in gulf.
Your brain eatin you bastards get Gaius.
To stop ya nose bleeds quick you vet ya ass kicked you lost.

fans swarming like hornets lack of applause jaws dropped
hit with a stiff jab u rocked I uncock right hook haymaker
u down, drownin on the mat, like a zombie, u got ROBbed
by a crack smoking wack joking junkie needle poking shogun

I’m a warrior I’m gorier than a butchers knife fucking your whorier sister’s loose pussy I filet that fish up Chef Ramsay
underestimated me understated most hated unabated this shit aint up for debate I rape enrage enflame ur parents house till they turn brown n black to a crisp ceasin to exist

all alone on the microphone family dead the dread  the fear the panic the severe brutality breaks ur fake mentality into
pieces a puzzle the muzzle flash brings memories of
obscenities you faced getting defaced as a child in a broken home my rhymes hit like Coltrane on the saxophone

the complexity is transcendentally heavenly incessantly rhyming inflexibly tremendously offensively progressively
putting an end to your stupidity eugenically ending u genetically toxically poisoning ur family slowly pharmacologically

pOZitive

I aint lackin, slacking I been jackin my dick raw steady
speedin 14 days straight up every evening I’m ready
for ur moms spaghetti turning your career info confetti
I dose up like a dope fiend lackin at the done clinic. 
Shit I get so high I begin to believe I'm my own critic.
U must be delusional believing in the illusions in ur mind
you battling a wounded war vet and still comin up with a tie
I got u confusin losing amusing cant handle me you scrambled like eggs
send ya back cause I ordered a battle not this over easy MC
Back from the dead like Jesus, I rap so hard, u turn to reeses pieces
I like candy like the rock so if ya don’t …go suck my fuckin cock
my styles always wild so high I go to piss in it burns if u step to me
your families gonna get burnt alive inside I stand near by to hear ya cry
I’m doper than dopamine when I fiend I get mean obscene 
drop feminine Eminems turn em into skeletons emasculated effeminate
dementedly meant to be DEAD (got that reference?) take a specimen
for my collection of Mexican freshmen evidence I’m a real veteran
I snort a line after line makin rhyme after rhyme in time ulll be
addicted to this sick shit riding my dick like a sick manic Satanic
triple 6 Hispanic mechanics panic when I hit you with an iceberg
u sink like the Titanic my tantric advantage magic massive Atlantic
I’m dynamic massive skill gigantic punches land in bunches puzzling
u try to rap but the muzzles on stopping the abundance of rambunctious
rhymes u pretender development arrestsed like Miachael Cera you don’t
scare me I run circles around u urkel doin rehearsals for a commercial
quick watch for the reversal I drop a personal pissin on u like a urinal 
painting a mural for your funeral I’ll set a blast charge
I got fire in the bin like a homeless motherfucker stayin warm
I come from the bottle to grab the win, u need an ambulance?
my multisyllabic dialect got you eclipsed I’m more delicious than K
mixed with Ritalin….I’m incompressible when I hole punch through reality
I murder another mc the exterminator to your fleas I split ur seams
ur clean like Seinfield I’m the terminator and you’re shit is RECYCLED@!
your vocabulary is limited you need to be disciplined 
intelligent as a lyricist your worst fear is lacking diligence
the difference between you and I is elegance ur ambivalence
ignorance is significant you SIGNIF-CUNT I’ll smash you
in the face with a boulder got ya stuck in the corner overdozin
while I bulldoze your house in to shambles like your self esteem
rejection comes from all angles u make excuses u vulnerable
I’m unbreakable unshakeable u frail layin at the hospital flaccid

powerless, exhausted, delicate, unsubstantial wasted, decrepit
so I’m hesitant to give in to such a tender bitch but u debilitated
inebriated dated rhymes old like 2009 aint got the time to watch ur decline
I’m iller I got the will of a killer emcee serial diddler
went round neighbourhooods touching young boys goods
I fuckin ruined ur life took a knife sliced ur dick twice it was nice
demonic demented I invented a new sacrament my
inheritance has me richer than ull ever be and I got
more bitches than ull ever see even tho ur a snitch bitch
leave u in a ditch bleeding dying its my wish
u just a piece of shit a dick eating sandwich

heyyy

Oz on a phorzeine beat, how serene. Gnostic Records 2016.

Divt00n feat Oz

comin straight from ya facebook hardchats
i am suspic
i am aspic
i am saddic
sad dicc
dic sad
bad dic
raddic
raditz
lenny kravitz
my niggas don't get what's up with magnetz
i come reppin sadness
yall salacious ass maggots
and i guess i might as well add faggots
can't even really grasp it, blast it
out tha box but i ain't past it
eatin niggas up like aspic
tragic, plastic ass bitches thinkin they classic
no class just ass like niggas who don't know bout magnets
PSYCH i went back on my shit, now that's classic
and predictable and repetitive... blast it!
tragic, lyrical magic, im a fascist
democratize deez nuts bitch, try that shit

wudu

 i gotta take some more pills, 
i gotta fake some more thrills,
i gotta hate my life a little, 
and suck down all the swill
turn up till the thoughts 
turn to dust in the box
and the machine is long dead
left out in the fields to rot

now you know i aint half crazy, its basic
im just spacy, a little racy, on the ASIC
minin bit after bit, crafting ill shit
then bustin the load on ya daughter's tits
yeah i guess that ain't quite right 
but we all got that wrath, and i wanna incite
that inner urge that gets ya ready to fight
throw up ya fists and teach me why 
i gotta respect ya bullshit rhymes,
i gotta respect ya bullshit concepts,
but i gotta be more complex, cut you on convex
angles, soul leakin thru the context,
who on next? just oz, yes, you got the best
the best at being dead inside, dismiss pride
i deride my identity to derive the side 
of me tearing me down to rebuild anew,
what, you really thought that you knew?

come on now, it ain't that simple,
y'all know me, i ain't that literal,
ain't quite wit it just yet, but on the real
imma write the shit that hits the brain still
i got no respect for those who got no respect
that's just common sense, what did you expect?
nah, but for real, the world needs to chill,
get down off the high horse, take a spill,
faceplant into something new, see thru 
tha lines you painted, look past the hue
or the saturation, this is no exaggeration 
but im shooting for the stars, no navigation
addicted to glitch, my mind, boy that's some stance
don't forget every other mind altering substance
jus came out this way to say, hey, today,
jus so you know, my friend, if i may,
i ain't got no chains on, but i go nonstop
im rick harrison and this is my pawn shop

ey b0ss

consult the oracle (final)

nvr i

they don't even know what it is they see,
   they don't really know about the dream,
  little creatures sitting behind a screen
  synapses firing when they scream
  ill syllogism, soul ventriloquism
  betwixt the schism, the symptoms:
  trying to remember but i forget
  it's just what they wanted, shit.


  every single bit and byte,
  every little hit and fight,
  all these pointless boys and girls
  all the anointed poison worlds
  ah but to remember the before, before
  before i ever remembered words to abhor
  before i never dismembered absurd rewards
  but i digress
  i just think that I want to incite or Invite
  within thy mind as i might decry, right?
  don't get lost in the details, vivisect and derail
  i promise you won't find much at the tail
  well, except for everything and everyone,
  just as the head, let me think... have we won?
  well triumph isn't exactly the goal, more so
  to realize when you turn it back gung ho
  turn ya mind to your consciousness and see
  the capabilities split into three, into two,
  into one, subdivide eternally until you
  become, until done and you perceive
  that silly little world, my dear infinity
  contained within your existence,
  hello, don't put up resistance,
  it is your existence! no need for repentance
  just condense this knowledge into your mind
  that infinite awareness is the universe in time
  or time as we see it, slice by slice it goes by,
  when the universe knows that all is in supply,
  everything that ever was, or will be, as they say,
  is; and we all just a part of that grand old play
  no doubt i distance myself from reality
  if only to escape the droll as fuck banality
  but even in the interim, the light within
  burns at your whim; extinguish it and blend,
  or curate it and let it grow, define your soul,
  how long is left until you become whole?


  if you've been paying attention, then
  no condescension, the answer is within
  condemn yourself to the trends you tend to,
  no means to these ends, so let's continue
  Within you is a microcosm of the whole,
  a tiny part that some might call a soul
  try to examine it empirically, you might find
  damn near impossible considering the mind
  only perceives within our spatial dimensions
  whereas the energy itself is without reprehension
  an aspect of the matter, coalesced into one
  from all comes none, burn away the sun
  and all life is gone, yet life still goes on
  in the sense that consciousness is strong
  finding a new host to begin to sway
  influence and drive till that body gives way
  that consciousness is eternal, if you couldn't tell
  as is the character internal, tagging along so very well.


  tiny nights im awake i
  might be lying to make my
  mind try and imply
  direct diminished inside
  will i define my time
  my rhyme and meter out of line
  by what metric do i derive
  some silly sense of pride
  the consciousness designed
  itself to experience the sublime
  so i divine that sacred design
  an d transmit it however i might
  in respite i await here despite
  every bit of late fear i fight
  every word i strive to set alight,
  wisdom burning up high tonight
  the sky fading into an abyss
  while the firmament still don't persist
  if you believe you might just exist
  but don't hope too hard
  no signs of change so far
  so are we just automata
  derelict machines lost all along?

deriev

ₗɐⁱˣᵃoｃ

this shit ain't hiphop, this ain't a game 
this ain't the tip-top, don't just reframe 
i don't blame people who just wanna label 
categorize and tag, the benefits they enable
no debate, i won't await the remarks 
it's too late, demonstrate the parts 
within your mind that start to fire 
every moment you're left to admire 
the words never quite cease coming through 
but you'll never really know what's true 
if you're too lost trying to determine what's next 
but the jig is up, so place ya bets, 
make ya steps, stake a fest 
and party till you run out of breath 
then do it again, cos really fuck death 
can't hold us back when we're vibin 
escaping from the thoughts of hidin 
riding low to the ground to just forget 
everything hasn't begun just yet 
every milestone left blowin in the wind 
waitin for another world to begin 
in the stead of the lineage it left behind 
lost within a substrate ill defined
keep grasping for straws, you might find 
another reminder of the times. 
the design of the effort involved, 
don't you have a problem to go solve?
all the halls, all decadent and glowing bright 
but the doors locked and im stuck waiting outside 
imagine until that reality is made true 
but im stuck mixing in the stew 
of arrogance and egotistical trappings 
trying to escape when im here rapping 
so really, yo, what is it that's happening, 
are we stuck here still just grappling 
with the past on blast, left aghast 
but alas nothing quite makes it past 
the filters when they really wanna work 
but life's so boring sans all the absurd 
the revolution is in motion, don'tcha know 
the price you pay to go with the flow? 
intense complexity lies under the surface,
and what's simple oft has more purpose 
if you look and really let yourself think,
analyze every last thing that you see 
every thought that you create
and every point that you debate
to know you're wrong is the utter end 
but even then it marks a point to begin 
the more you know, the more you don't,
the more you really know that you never won't 
52 this whole world is just another illusion 
another sense of mass personal delusion 
no confusion, the solution is to just exist 
cos ain't nothing quite more than this 
and even if there is, it still won't change 
the fact that there's an infinity left to attain,
keep moving forward and we might just find 
that the entire world is trapped inside of time 
but one day soon we'll escape, we await 
the path lies just sitting complacent,
everything is there for us to just take it.

the questions (who are you?)

ever really wanna just end the shit i bet
this life ain't just quite what you expect 
every day another day of delusion 
sittin sufferin trynna break the illusion
demented and disturbed i cant help but adore
all the weird shit forever more for sure
but even in that negativity i see a light 
ain't bright but it guides me day and night 
a reason to keep breathin and believin 
seizin the opportunity and defeatin 
the inner demons keepin me back im feelin 
elated and on cloud nine, keep it odd and never even
they can't hold me down cos im the only being 
who knows how to satisfy me it's seemin 
spittin bars over a spectrum of sound 
waitin and laughin while everything is fallin down
gettin high and writin rhymes is a way of life 
another way to get by and keep it right 
keep it trite keep it tight, i feel the might 
and majesty of music every time i try 
can't stay away too long i might just die 
and i got too much shit left to define 
too much wit bereft of expression i find
that it's so easy to get lost in the sublime 
don't forget the way back but do get lost 
you never know what you might find across 
the breadth of existence, can you really dig it 
or do you just pretend to live through the shit?
don't misconstrue the grit as a reason to quit 
gotta struggle and suffer to know whats really legit
happiness ain't a given, gotta work to be within 
the realms of euphoria and content without endin
but you can just kill it off while im sippin cough
medicine and gettin off without any sense of a stop
sign in sight alright i might just forget just why 
i ever was even trying to suffer in my mind 
and in my life, in my time, so ill defined 
every little experience could really fit on a dime
cos we're on this pale blue dot forever spinnin 
and shootin through space without endin 
even if existence gives way some day 
the matter is still there and won't decay 
away, you can't create or destroy, only change 
and maintain the balance within your range 
so i say expand it, shit i demand it 
and don't forget exactly why you can get
so lost in the feelings and the thoughts
cos a mind is a gift and it's one we've all got 
it's a shame to waste it, no sense debatin it
but what you do is you even if i ain't takin it
ain't waitin any longer tho, gotta forget the truth
and work to define something that's real to you
cos the only thing we got left in these times 
is the sense that "this world is really mine"
be a master of your own universe and begin to see
the illusion crumble as quickly as you perceive
it's all a sham and you can break the mold 
just forget the "wisdom" you get from days of old
when it ain't suitin your progression
its novelty that we should be professin
and processin that we might continue to grow
and evolve past being lost in the show 
it's a crazy fuccin universe yea i know 
but this is your chance, why not let it flow?

AND THEN A BUNCH OF FREESTYLE SHIT

ₙₒⁿᵃᵐᵉ‧‧‧⁽ⱽ^ⱽ⁾

ｌｅｉｔ𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕗

as medicine to the soul
this is what doth become whole

ᵣₑ𝛓ⲣⲉⲥ․․․ｄᵤˢｔⲘⲀ𝓖ⲒⲤⲔ

lyrix: 

forever forgotten better get off then 
spit fire to the heavens and watch them 
burn alive fallin to earth they deny 
that my thoughts is real even tho i try
to explain the difference between them and I 
is very ill defined beyond just a simple mind 
splitting atoms apart quicker than Planck time 
it's grand unified beyond the quantized 
you lost learnin you made from the same  sum 
star matter, eternity ad infinitum 
meanwhile we further along on the continuum 
continue to try and you might just come 
across the lost knowledge that there is none 
just discovery and experience to leave ya numb 
don't remember to forget just where you're from 
a speck of dust in an infinite realm of wisdom 
this sun keeps burning bright but even it will die 
so what's left, legacy or just another cry 
to the darkness that won't ever deny 
that everything you saw was just a lie 


im somewhere across the universe it seems 
tearin and distorting time at the seams 
rippin from a Klein bong with four dimensional beings 
while the thoughts you left behind just scream 
the elders wouldn't let you see the scenes 
too big for a mind that might call it obscene 
some dreams are confined to the dirt 
samsara is just another term for Earth 
transcendental mentalism in the tradition 
but look inside and you'll just see sedition 
a conditional remission to break the vision 
higher vibrations await those past the friction
it's all the same no matter how it's framed 
so why would you ever even be ashamed 
a shame to be lost to the game of the mundane 
ya meat sack is just dying and frying in vain 
insane in the M-brane twistin strings in planes 
beyond your perception but consisting of the same 
topological mysteries and ontological histories 
got ya shook when you see the violated symmetries
catch me at the syzygy antithesis to the bigotry 
vibrational energy too lifted for simplicity
 

yea im screamin hacc the planet 
got the internet all up in a panic 
they don't get the academics 
hangin spliffs just so titanic 
kernel panic distortin dammit 
sigkill to the filler y'all demanded 
Guest OS loaded guess im schizophrenic 
yo we demand like SANIC:
GOTTA GO FAST NO PATH 
yo wrath an artifact of the past
blast waves to the oort cloud
short out ya poor clout no doubt 
so how you want flow now 
throw out da weak ddos in my sleep 
deface your reality what chu seek 
pushin packets like weight in the streets 
syn ack the synaptic sin addict 
monitor like PRISM at it 
you really bout it i doubt it 
talkin E8 lattice formations 
and modulating ya temptations 
reality is a matter of persuasion 
so hack the principles on occasion 
as above so below 4d entities flow 
vibrations beyond what you'd ever know 
never glow bright unless you come up right 
cos the world is a stage and you in the spotlight 
put up to vision in the schism 
of the isms persistin in the mission 
contrition to omission minds go missin 
lost in the essence of remission 
belief shapin the condition 
within the moments so you can feel
that this real thing is the TRUE REAL 
but don't be deceived 
why even believe when 
you create again and again 
macrocosm to micro it might go 
or in reverse let the mind flow 
some fine glow of eternity ya  might know 
back to the point im bendin light cones
double slit and im sending my clones 
split in two my throne quick to do my own 
straight to the dome smoke it till it's gone 
you need a chemist im wit it just get it 
ready and ill hit it tell you what's the business 
forever ready to defend this high life it's so endless 
just let me know when you ready to begin this

Ｎ-ɔ0uɔ⇂Sǝ

rip Jordan MacInnis <3

lyrics @ https://pastebin.com/bn03h4Jm

BarreS

ｄＵＳＴｅＭａＮＥ