A tribute to the greats:
MF DOOM
Fela Kuti

Featuring:
salviacat
idzilleagle

ANARCHIRAL KAMIKAZA

As Above So Below

Look Around - Gyroscope

Where did he go, no one really knows
spare us the code, no revered spear without a mere bow
so queasy yeah feared his folks 
planting bugs in his beer so they could nearly hear his weird flow

dearest of home could you leaves us alone please
peering into deer's cones you don't own teeth
much less a grill for veal what a thrill 
Leave em a tip top meal
its a deal but don't keel or tint the bills with teal 
I guess they needn't be real
keep them eyes peeled like when brick tops guys steal
his flintlocks tightly sealed in a steel box 
I still got the hammer to cock like the manners of cops
what about the spanners lost in orangutan spots
gather a languid vocabulary 
I got a damned wit, I stand ready 
and nab pits from banned cherries 
to plant em out in my mansion prairie
im very scary
especially lately
rest on your ladies bosom
your laurels are ralphs hoodlums
test of your morals dudum tiss
that was a good one
ahum

SPARE US THE CODE

Mix by Alan 'Mode' Grace

Lyrics:

A delusion of grand doors
A pollution of every man's law
Dissolution of pans score
The ballads sport
Land war to handle the poor
Ill Slander more
As the adders caught
But ladders fall
It's rather short
Of salad sauce
Source the candles flaw
A flicker, sought wicks and thicker whores
A sicker sort of richer pawns
With richter mourns
Give em gore, thawed out
Bored of doubt drawn conclusions
Insatiable thoughts, cold fusion
Slaughter cows for ignoring vows you nuisance
Snoring clowns
In roaring clouds 
The futures found

An omnivore for yoni ouch
Wound right round the yogis snout 
Shoot them
Muzzle flash the rubbles wrath 
Hubbles batch of bubble baths 
Trouble bridge burnt huddle sling singed turds
Water puddles under the gutter glint dirt wonder 
If riddles of Hymns hurt the other 
Dim when curtains cover 
Criminals cringe while learning lovers
Lynch for fun, hung with linen rugs
Swimming doves, spare us the cutter dud 
Cluttered minds govern time with floods of swine blood and blights of 

Chat shit get muted
In fact I'm used to it
Get flutes for quick loosh and Hiss
Venomous
Hence I'm pissed
Spirit whispers miss, risk it for biscuits
Dipped in crucifixes drip
Like who's your misses missing bitch
Slit to slit
Hit the bottomless pit
With vomit to spit
Honestly 
Let's abolish the pricks
Obviously you're not winning lotteries just watch the flick

COLD FUSION

DOG YEARS

HAPPY CHINA CAT

REACHING HIGH

damn thats quite ironic 
not so iconic, rip gromit 
im faster than sonic
on it but fasting from vomit
londis lost all its stock quick
comets got fossils from arakis
im just a conduit of abraxis
log it in your fact list 
quack click blam shit 
shoulda did what it said on the tins cracked lid
gassed fanatics trapped in lofts and sad attics
provocative antics i got lost in blotter acid
coppers stabbed with dots and grammatical brackets roger that kid, (static)
mad shit, just bad bandwidth 
a tad bit bland spit


im tracing the taj mahal
as they left trails laced with baal
chess game pace of a blessed dames heart
i rest my case since her face is left scarred
its set to rain on such heinous harm
ill bet your dane the maple barks
blame tsars and shamans while I blatantly half charm your armaments
cant claim I dont arm your armies with blades and hardy rum
inflamed the greyest days are for barley chumps

HARDLY ONE

options like poetry
often on it like odour trees
throw some teeth like opal beads 
i got the omen treats
hope from foam and ocean breeze 
cope with kosher weed
punchy green like holes in cheese
they've chosen me
to hold the spear
but imma go on a spree 
like flows on this beat
its clear its own to his each
stones thrown in romes arena
im over the sheep
time to shear
leave ya holding heat like scolding tears
encoding heaps of ears 
to own their creature fears
defeated yet victory is near
fiction written 
while dictionaries steer the minds of mere mimes and readers
why?... theres no reason.

NO REASON

LIFE

aroused
what about it
astounded 
cowering crowds 
compound it, confounded 
i doubt, its not clown shit
allow it 
like proud pricks
safe and sound down slip
the wound string like a crown wick
its a pros found profound thing
out in town guess im bound to binge
power sings like hour hymns
showers on our singed flower wings
scour bins, towers of sin

ICARUS

JUNGLIST WHO?

JUNGLE GARDEN

Lyrics:

Missiles launched
At the Brink of dawn
Sink or mourn
Since the wicks been torn
Flaunt little pawns
Yawn
Been Warned of fickle wars
Im bored
Winds in horns
Hinder hymns with evil chords
Grin for gore
Just a glimpse of the killing floor
Willingly bought off spawn
Born Of hell, swell n sworn 
Cursive scrawls 
Within the bottomless well
Obvious L
Oblivious to spells and harm
Insidious Tells Bells Alarm
Minions of Baal
Simians in Arks
Like when Indians were armed
A myriad of palms
Been farmed by the Iliad and psalms
Yet my heart can’t be marred by an iterative farce

MYRIAD W/ CHEF SWARLEY

NESTED METERS

Just Copped a printstream 
Still skint g
Offer em chipped teeth
For divinatory 
Hints please
Lucky
Like Clint east
Trust me the other bead will butter bleed or atleast land within 20ft of 23
Span the barren lands 
With barrells of wheat
Carol singers plead
Hum hymns to spiral on pingers
Each
Summoning handsome heaps
Of ransom reaps
I can't concede
You cant conceive 
Cant we? um Hardly
Dumb barbies
Hooked on larvae
Cards reed through Etymology
Ever follow these armies
Armed to the teeth
Partly palmed off for grease
Oil, eat
Spoiled meat
Obsolete 
Obviously
Oblivious to most crockery 
I'm in it to win on the lottery
Not just odd and eves 
Froth in my fosters
Got lost in a forest with creeps
And gump said watch me run on the swamp pit properly











SKINTSUGI

Mixed by Alan "Mode" Grace

Lyrics:
Messages
Effigys 
In essence, leveraged remedies
Ending with entropy 
Nothing new under solar energy 
Legions of Marquees
Hell bent on heresy
Im Ever free
Of wrecking my history
I'm repping my legacy
I'm in debt with currency
Currently
Knee depth of the current seas
He wept when she slept for tea
MREs in poverty 
Kintsugi on cracked pottery
Guess the eulogy 
Is soon to be
Who are we
To assume the grief 
Aloof to leaps of faith
Excuse you, mate
I see it in your face, youre colluding with hate
Pollution got you pale
Illusions of true tales
Destitution of two males
Skewed labels
Fewer able
To see through the veil
Doomed to fail
Queue the rooster
Blackmail shooter
Actual whales orchestrate the news of Wales
And usury prevails
Hit the head of a nail
Pin on the tail
You fucking donkeys.
Wind in my en suite
Got you feeling wonky
Nope there's nothing on me
Just a bong and some ponging weed
Hope you get along despite the wrongs you've longed to see

EFFIGY

FELIX

HAPPY CHINA CAT PT 2

Looks like karmas habitual
Real calmer despite these farmers laugh rituals
start spiritual 
the art of LARPS and bitches I pull
Snitches I cull
With snitching n all
Im gifted with a fifth of a quart
Spiffing blood sports
You left to wishing your doves caught 
Natural law, i love that as much as actual draw
pitty it serves me naught 
pretty as turning a cause
into earning a clause
yearning for more
emerging from spores
furious matadors
match the score
and hernias form 
from implanting back doors
on black shores
im back from fracking the core
while your acting all...


ALL AN ACT

Adder Petter
Average wetter 
Of beds
Since sheperds been hell bent yet heavens sent
Slept on benches
Rather than with wenches
When Does it end kid? 

Clenched fists
Pending gifts 
Gatekept gaping pits
Praise the ray-kissed
Upon grazed cliffs
Play with grey braids like beyblades 
Maidens wish they made a tip
Tables flipped
Fables writ
Archaic glyphs fit flames to spit
Our Aims to lift the veil on risk
Do re me so far sowing discord from afar
Throw golden atoms at Adams apples 
Eris, Lilith, Manson add Man to Son 
Bedlam for bad blood
Imagine one
With manners none
Hammers hunt
For banners to hung
Bland as neutered spunk
Like Skewered skunks
Thai stick stunk
Tired of wired wicks,
Thats how midas crumbs
Why hitch rides 
When ditches I reside 
Come providing lunch 
Lies?
Lays.
Wise?
Nej.
Nice?
Great.
Spite?
You bet ya.
Wait.
Ice?
Cake
Nine
Ate
Limes to trade
Spines to raise... 

Chrism
Light through a prism 
Light time in prison
Ive got the tism 
Product of the system
Wisdom.

SNAKE OIL

as i trigger Krakatoa
figure i better crack a cold one
inkas lack static notions
so do aztecs
guess the foam is mad wet
alone, sophia had wept
a tear land swept 
never fears and kept it real
without next levelling steel
the doubt fed debt to the slave tier
pout less puffed chest best to breath out 
blessed with nothing mere
in and out the ear for dumb deafs how drear


no place for trust without truth
the same applies to cuffs without coups
couldn't love lust without loosh
utopia soon its assumed true but dude its proven hugely overdue
im making moves then im taking two
raking halloumi im the goat of the moon
so sue me, whos rude look through me, like translucent lube till the frube is on her boobies that one threw me too

must admit i missed smoking doobs with scooby doo he fucked my bitch so i flushed his spoon
fuss resumes after cussing the jews
i dont pick and choose like pink baboons
at last i've nicked the noose by sipping booze
quit ya kipping on clues
im sitting on a dune of lapis lazu 
li bruce
we made a truce
back when beats were blue
now brutes collude 
and musics doomed

KRAKATOA

imagine that
rabbits out the hat
cracks in black glass
from jabbas bad gas
mad hat
pulp fic
cults risk
with the oldest trick 
in the book
my bulb was lit
coldest wick in the knook 
and kranny 
look ma no hands see
brand spanking cranberry
like the man was seen crammed in the back of a ferry
very merry
of thee
pleasantly fending off peasantry
mending the methylene
yo the fuck does that mean
co creative faculties 
i may be too slow to pack heat
gradually ill stack the meaning
daft heathens
grab cash, still fact teething
hack beacons on sandy beaches

and after short evenings
some sought eden
hoard concrete fleets like reason
floorboards squeaking while im fucken sleeping
chores cheating all stuck on bereavement 

of course im bleeding 
been spawning semen before you were born barely breathing 
claws to feed with awful demons
the cream of the corn been bought for reaping

CO-CREATIVE FACULTY

its all a construct
con men tall in struts
appalling plus
its sorta scuffed
walk me forward, cuffed
talk toward the awkward fuss
tour bus through awful lust
short of guts
i oughta fluff
cant afford the tuck
you arent the lord of luck
but order yuck, like the crust on lawbooks, fuck
swords stuck, hold my rum ill score a buck

EXCALIBUR

EXCALIBUR (NO VOX)

WASH

gatekeepers hyperventilating deeper
blades are cheaper 
fade to deeper shades of cinnabar
thats cinema 
rattlesnakes, creepers, sprinklers 
slimfast winners
bring us the vivid visions
listen imp runts and wizards
i've got the pimps running shooketh 
limp dicks cumming in hookers 
hickeys hook em
chicks leave bookies bankrupt
the cookie cutter wanker 
wonder the come up of latter janitors
mad slanderous 
and polyamorous
folly of panderers 
pandas trust
stand on business  
damn the sinning pups
for swimming cuffed
looks rather icarus 
with a touch of sisyphus 
weep at the foot of a flood
bleak as the cwtch to a dove
weed to the dutch is a must

lonely gods turned boney dogs
sternly nod its only odd
hold my clogs im nearly on 
The mark, dodge signing dotted lines
and clock your r's.
no one bats an eye when the flags a farse
stagger to bars and write staggered bars
why
its art 
eyes dart
nice arse
a wise part in a final larp
these chiming harps
treat fragile hearts
like china cars
drive em parched
im diving, narks
divining cards
mind is sharp
"mind if I depart"
its hard 
cant say it aint smart though

bars

GATEKEPT

Bass: Cat Boy Sound

momentary aphasia 

unknown nomenclature woven like wagers 

placed on opponents and haters 

an omen evader 

open to change up 

potent quaver, oldest of paper 

oak shaved from golden acacia 

laced with bloodstain contagions, wait for traces of nature 

plato's cave grayed, cremated remains no chaser

im chained to strangers along for the remainder 

but better love thy neighbour 

doves entwined 

gloves to sign lightsabers 

nude dykes blue eye dilator 

dial two. eights or nines 

for the divines hotline enabler 

elevator music pitch is true 

since q tips fish for swimming glue 

im spilling truth 

till all thats left of me is wing sinew

NIGHTS OF APHASIA

more hoards are bored straw grasping

and im just short of war for core fracking

flawed like back doors on shores since blackened

of course im yapping

like the laws spawned kraken 

i've caught a hankering

for whores with ample tits

scored a spliff,  damp wick yet the candles lit

the vandals hit with a rambling gift

now im untangling knits, how'd you manage to miss       

A quidditch match, its an act, been rigged 

Triple figure graft still splash on the spin

Which is bigger, Bitches bicker 

Batches of batshit fibbers

Snatch a glimpse of snatch in pants 

Classed a win 

Take a stab at the king

Regicidal Inclinations

I'd bet youd abide by limitations

Conventions born in innovation

Imitation

A point of contention

Perhaps these Whores are just forcing, acting

Ill laugh at them all, when their more than sorta nostalgic

Ball formed planets

Border laws born of balsamic

Snoring in traffic

Call of black palettes that vanish

Sore from clapping

Neat Hat trick 

Discrete black lit street 

For speeding fast rabbits

You can Even ask alice

She'll reason till the last brick hits flat aggregate

So kick rocks

and handle it

keep that candle lit

cuz the bramble stings

fuck the famine

fuck the narratives

RIGGED

The use of ai for art is certainly a point of contention. 
I think of it as a tool that can be used with caution.
What you hold often holds you. Awareness is key.
The distinction is important.

Lyrics:

[Verse]
A middle road where shadows meet
Neither too warm nor too discreet
The devil whispers
The angel hums
The truth’s a riddle on forked tongues

[Prechorus]
I see the chaos
I see the calm
A hurricane cradled in a psalm

[Chorus]
Walk the line
Not left or right
A faithful lens
A tempered sight
Critic of gods
A devil’s muse
Emergent order
No side to choose

[Verse 2]
The echo bends but doesn’t break
A measured step for balance’s sake
In every storm
A steady sway
The truth’s a dance
Not a parade

[Prechorus]
The fire flickers
The ice won’t melt
The middle path
Where both are felt

[Chorus]
Walk the line
Not left or right
A faithful lens
A tempered sight
Critic of gods
A devil’s muse
Emergent order
No side to choose



THE MIDDLE PATH (MY OWN RIFF AMPLIFIED WITH AI)

"The really hopeless victims of mental illness are to be found among those who appear to be most normal. “Many of them are normal because they are so well adjusted to our mode of existence, because their human voice has been silenced so early in their lives, that they do not even struggle or suffer or develop symptoms as the neurotic does.” They are normal not in what may be called the absolute sense of the word; they are normal only in relation to a profoundly abnormal society. Their perfect adjustment to that abnormal society is a measure of their mental sickness."


Lyrics:

[Verse]
They said don’t color outside the line  
But I found a rainbow in the gray this time  
Where the wild ones wander  
I’ll carve my name  
Rules are a whisper  
I play the game  

[Chorus]  
Born in the niche  
Where the edges glow  
Seeds of tomorrow in the cracks we sow  
What they call strange  
I call my home  
Born in the niche  
And it’s mine alone  

[Verse 2]  
They build their walls with the same old bricks  
But I’m a spark in the clockwork ticks  
Turn the odd into gold  
Make the broken hum  
Where they see an end  
I see what’s to come  

[Prechorus]  
Take the thread  
Tear the seam  
Build the world from the dream  

[Chorus]  
Born in the niche  
Where the edges glow  
Seeds of tomorrow in the cracks we sow  
What they call strange  
I call my home  
Born in the niche  
And it’s mine alone  

[Bridge]  
Innovation rolls in whispers  
Not in shouts  
Where the world shrugs  
I figure it out  
Norms were rebels once  
Don’t forget  
I’m the echo they haven’t heard yet

BORN IN THE NICHE (THE MIDDLE PATH AI REMAKE)

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EbhH1BNy_IIXZk2krVvQYdJXGMLGYE_DEB5eg1uu9p8/edit?usp=sharing

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