Apparitions of a madman!

Lyrics:

Now as the solar emissons cause polar abrations
And all our invasions have boa constricted the whole world
I switch it up and play the older games
Where you sold your name for a grain and hold the reins
Fallen kings nourish the earth who were once cruel and able
Resurrect the 4 horses and destroy the stable
Add the buffalo riden by the judge who's sunken low
Liberate the poor creatures they need not suffer more
And I sit back and chew on radioactive nutrition
Still live in a barren land with dietary restrictions
Reminiscing to the time when the world burnt and then froze dead
And the nights spent in an owen watching aa the crows fled
Dust myself and rise time to earn allies
While leaves stick to my clothes like in a safar-i
Yell a war cry to bring back the memories of golden ages
When the thirst prevented us from looking at the older pages

Harbinger

Instrumental of ‘Nettle Leaves’ produced by Metal Fingers off of ‘Special Herbs Vol 2’

Figgedy fuck an introduction I be rushin
Straight through your speakers crushin mics spittin over dope productions
This is the fattest session that you ever laid your ears on
When I’m flowing from my heart you can fell all your hair’s on
The edge greeting, there ain’t no defeating me
I’m ripping transducers apart finally speaking free
There’s heat in me, now it’s radiating in the booth you see
My pen is on a killing spree that is what is soothing me
Patiently I wait for the block to pass through me like a
Renal calculus, it has and I feel fabulous
I’m ready and back with more venom than a dart frog
Strike down all of my competition who couldn’t make your hip hop
My lip locks with the mic, I’m soaring thorugh the heights
Like vapors in the sea but don’t come down continue to rise
I’m taking you with me, no more songs from the dull minds
Just let yourself go and watch the suppafatty unwind
 Sun shines through the dark clouds, I’m rhyming all my heart out
But I don’t make your ears bleed I don’t shout out
I’m spreading more smiles than frowns, don’t mean I’m a clown
Just means I’m the best spitting all around
The mic set like it’s my territory y’all bore me
With your same 20 songs with 20 beats y’all just phonies
Hold me back if you can but don’t hurt yourself in the process
I will gnaw through any kinda thing that causes blockage
I got high wattage spit, no wastage in the power
Sour rappers can pack their bags and leave this hour
It’s now or never, let’s make it now when I succeed
I ain’t gonna be the type to push my dream on the next seed
Nesting in me is unthinkable skills, and less than
A few understand what it’s like so as I step in
I pay my respects to them cos it’s due to them I got here
When I start my round of spitting, some bounce but a lot stare
Cos I’m a rare breed that tear these so-called rappers apart
And with my prowess make ‘em kneel on their bare knees
Barely have I scratched the surface I can see them leave
Dejected from the competition, I never meant to be 
The cause of someone’s sorrow but, oh well, I can’t be choosy
It’s their fault I guess, lying but you’re just a rookie
Lookie what I made ma, a nice little song here
Since I got y’all’s attention, would it suffice it to stop here?
Hell no, It’s been a long time since I felt so
Lively so don’t tie me like I told you I will belt through
My friends call me Cheka, one-two Cheka
It’d be a hot day in Antarctica if I ever let a
Weak spitta pass through me, lately I been gloomy
But now those days have passed and you’re listening to a new me
Who be ruling every mic I see in sight I’m feeling bright
Play me a beat we can go day and night fuck sleeping child
Feeling tired? Never, I’m as alive as ever
Like the 18th letter, I flow like Nile river
Don’t give a damn if I’m on the breaking point
I be writing through the nights so I can make these joints
So who you think I am? Another wasted weight of the world?
You couldn’t be more mistaken if you tried, I’m made to stir
Terror in the unfortunate who tried to bring me down
Consider dark days to be over from here on out


Stepping In


Instrumental: ‘Movie Finale’ produced by Madlib off of ‘The Beat Konducta Vol 3: In India’
(Verse 1)

My mind’s spiraling out of control like a helical model atom
I’m surrounded by dullness in more shades I can fathom
Of late I been lacking that familiar form of action
Picking a pen and just unleashing a furious attack on
My down set mind set hurling all these rhymes at
The surface of the paper, sinking in, then I spit
The fine shit, masking no emotions and I let it pour
Something happened lately that holds me back from heading forward
I’m towards grayness, monotony’s gotten me
And there’s tendencies in me and I’m plotting these
Dreadful scenarios, I tried but couldn’t bury those
Dreams substituted by nightmares why I can’t let it go
Like I used to, I’m much too confused to
Produce just two lines, usually I cruised through 
These obstacles with a penstroke and a chuckle
But now they won’t budge at full power of my mental muscle
I’m suffocating feeling claustrophobic like I’m stuck in a cage
Locked beyond my power all my strength starts to fade
I start to accept my situation
I can feel it leave, my keen sense of observation
But wait, there’s a spark, I fight back with what’s left of me
The dreams that I saw were too elaborate just to be 
Given up in a weak fight, I come back with my full might
A storm’s approaching better hold tight

(Verse 2)

Now the force guides my pen, I’m nothing but a vessel
Of thoughts deep and shallow as my fingers flex the muscles
Different colors are shot from the steely tip, I hustle
The light is too slow, I’m in your mind I bust through
Cloud that was blocking you from fulfilling your potential
Together we travel only thing that’s essential
Is a vision so clear that your can’t see it
You gotta close ‘em picture with your mind to feel it
Concealed within me was a power I never knew was there
But now it’s discovered I tower above the rest
I’m the misfit you can’t ignore, the black sheep of the herd
The one you don’t understand, with thoughts you’ve never heard
    It’s hell when you’re blocked by your own mind
But it’s more than heaven when you break the shackles, an unknown light
Floods your insides you gotta feel it to understand 
And if you do, you can’t ask no one to lend a hand
You’re on your own, just your dome can get you through
Not your friends or family not even your crew
It’s just a moment, you miss it, your dream you can kiss it
Goodbye there ain’t a chance it’ll come again and visit
Now listen I ain’t tryna bring you down or nothing
I’m telling you how it was for me, it’s just different
From pen to pen you might be going through it another way
Your distractions will be different or maybe just the same
Bu the flame comes back if you don’t let the game
Pull you down and that’s how you develop a brain
So as I step up, water down all of my hiccoughs 
I step into it fresh, ready to just rip up
I look up, I brace myself and put my foot up 
The rung I spring from the ground at the grip of
The microphone it induces in me the energy
That I need to hit your ear and rock you incredibly


Down And Up

Contains samples of Maggot Brain by Funkadelic

Who's There

Eduppu Chaattam

Nurunguvettam

Low Life Culture

Shyaamalagaanam

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Verse 1
I stay ahead the sands of time while you are dressed in pantomime
You're searching for the grand design I  mould it with these hands of mine
Vandalize a 4/4 with time signatures written in decimals
You're not ready to handle decibels I'm thinking in
Swing fluctuating like a pendulum 
For me this life is not the start or ending it's an interim
Masters at the halls of Pentagon is not world's centre and
On an old Pentium true reality is rendering
Possibly I'm mentoring the young with ideas of rebellion
But then again I'm nothing but a crazy man
Yelling at the passers by singing songs of fascist lies
Massive eyes seeing everything below and past the skies
That is why I don't go deep and romanticise
Play the fool occasionally satirise the Antichrist
Self loving hermaphrodite waste away half a life
On coke and fries and ill spoken rhymes

Hook
And that's what's making me amortal
Dispel The fantasies I'm amortal
No God is taking Me I'm amortal
Amortal

Verse 2
We compartmentalise our prejudices and the lies
Educate the tender minds saturate then multiply
Fascinating social experiments bringing oceans of merriment
Feed em potions and medicine teach em notions and etiquette
Or better yet take measurements of their intellect
Tell em their illusions of free will they misinterpret
Dreams and wishes taken away cos it don't matter none
And barter em for harder working starter kits and ladder rungs
Curse of inteligence bringing hurdles and impediments
Hurt and sentiment that curdle the blood of men
Looking for a purpose perpetually in a circus
Playing civil for some sky dwelling silent spectators
Years of sweat built in fear and regret 
Prayers and hope and tears to cope
Leading to nihilistic verses by a deranged civilian
Wilting cos of built in mechanisms making space for the children

Hook
And that's what's making me amortal
Dispel The fantasies I'm amortal
No God is taking Me I'm amortal
Amortal

Amortal (Prod. by Rjv Ernesto)

Swapna Lokam

Ozhukk

Komali

Oru Cricket Kadha

An immortal chronicler of human history in a dystopia

Bleak World Part 1: The Realization

Entombed in Body

produced by Pakarcha Vyadhi

Lyrics:

Verse 1
Memories on film capturing time in a bottle
While the rest disintegrates out of sight for the mortals
Sound waves recorded we keep them in place
So that it can be paired with the image matching sounds to the face
A touch the most neutral neither stops time nor imprisons it
A smell and a taste lives in memory and summons it
None of it immortal the sum of it assorted
Distributed in proportion everybody that you're crossing
Holds a portion a piece of the puzzle a story untold
Engrossed in a daily toil with morals to uphold
Quantized universes never colliding
Randomised simulations that cower in hiding
Until the end living through for nobody
Feeling nothing creeping on entombed in its body

Verse 2

I am the defeated and yes the disgraced
My story into the ether dissipates
The great consumer time renders it null
So shall I be forgotten turning bone and skull
Haven't conquered great heights nor known real triumph
My time here was as insignificant as I am
In mediocrity I thrived neither rat nor eagle
In the middle I survived neither good nor evil
Neither strong nor feeble yes crosses I bore
But none heavy enough to keep a score
I did as I was told hid inside the mould
Never stepped outside the law man-made divine and all
I am the unimportant holding masters in power
The cogs in the middle never failing for whatever
Mine is the life you tell your children to lead
Mine is the path you show them to succeed
I am the salt that flavours the earth
I am the defeated I have been so from birth

Decaying Memories

Produced by Pakarcha Vyadhi

Lyrics:
Verse 1

Got a myopic eye but the mind's visionary
Can jump to any moment from the womb to cemetery
I travel higher than lyrical tough guy fantasies
I carefully craft cadence and don't chatter callously
My ballads please mavericks wreak havoc
Teach parrots to speak lavish I greet pharaohs
In streets narrow and leave hallowed by these
Arrogant holders of knowledge and thieve
Them leaving them barren for falling to greed
Failing to heed
Warnings from sages
A mindless mistake that haunts them for ages
As I fill the pages with puzzles and mazes
The vital equations gets muffled by grazers
Of passing sensations with shaky foundations
And lazy presentations hazy imitations
And so I soar staying true to this
Then crash and burn finally engulfed by my hubris

Hook

From the Gods that judge from darkness
To the masters the priests the pompous
And the middle players the conscious
Those who act superior the least complex

Verse 2

Now did you hear about the gateway to escape destruction
Built for those who never made noise or aggressions
The other side is lovely but the travel through the corridor
Is the drug that gets you hooked you want more and more
The pain is addictive maintained in the system
The brain is the victim remaining in sickly
Form and it's tempting transform and descending
Alone and I'm held in the zone it's the end
All the energy is spent and now no enemy or friend
I'm suspended dwelling in the limbo caught between info
Have you ever done a thing that is holy or a sin? No
Were you ever loyal to a cause or a king? No
Then here I stay for eternity to play
Brink of death edge of life mediocrity to blame
Result of neutrality in face of a crisis
The judge with the scale holds me at the knife edge


Hook

From the Gods that judge from darkness
To the masters the priests the pompous
And the middle players the conscious
Those who act superior the least complex

Superiority Complex

Produced by Pakarcha Vyadhi

Lyrics:

Verse 1

Throughout millennia our brains evolved and the thumbs grew opposing
So we let the branches go and rubbed the stones thereby forcing
Fire to burn melt the metals to form weapons
When the predators kept stepping in seconds they learned lessons
Held an axe and chopped the trees and in time we're sowing seeds
Now no hunting, on crops we feed cattle and dogs we breed
The free time spent in speculations led to science
Anticipations of death bred divine alliance
New emotions of greed and lust overpowered those of trust
Shiny metals and stones turned currencies have we must
Division of labour turned to division of fate at birth
Ambition and cravings made us enslave the brave with mirth
Waging of wars looting resources for mileage in our cars
Invasion of mars in fear of elimination endangering ours
Every prehistoric action causing a ripple
Still the thumb is used to grab dicks and tweaking a nipple

Hook

It's a bleak bleak world where no lessons are learned
Life is lived in a bubble dragging vessels that hold
Shrivelled up souls
Riddled with holes

Verse 2

The older generation woes the children's ignorance
Instead of educating cry about the loss of innocence
Pin an expiration date and predict the end of days
While the children look for guidance on how to extend their stay
Either way the result is meagre pay for much work
Lead astray the clueless and leave em be to feed on dirt
Breathing life into a piece of wood severed from a tree
Damn it for not knowing how to err and be discreet
The sheer terror of just being mere drop inside a sea
Clear thoughts that of just leaving here seems to be a dream
And while the cycle turns and turns taking you closer to the urn
You see the knife and see the guillotine but most of your concern
Is the memory you leave the irony settles in
You see the comedy from nowhere you crack a grin
For here lies the droplet that was scared of the heat
The droplet that didn't know that a cycle repeats




Hook

It's a bleak bleak world where no lessons are learned
Life is lived in a bubble dragging vessels that hold
Shrivelled up souls
Riddled with holes

Kadhikan

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