Name: 07 Myth by GreydonSquare
Duration: 3 min 50 s
Description: A Single from my upcoming album The Kardashev Scale

Fucking wicked, Big up Grey, Nice to see someone reppin the science!

An atheistic geek after my own heart! Now I'm gonna have to get back around to watching Stargate :)

what would it take to get you to tour Australia, man?

Verse 1
Ever since I was a little predator
Mom’s like, don’t get ahead of her
I was on the hunt for something better than the regular
And I knew there was candy at the register
So not about to settle for the vegetables.
Full grown, still got a sweet tooth
still tryna climb all the walls I can see, you
take your influences wichoo,
everywhere you go.
Mine were Carmen Sandiego
Lauryn Hill and Terry Gross.
But I’ve been playing hard to keep:
Kiss and teleport
Dark roots where the bleach won’t reach
Man, that’s gotta be a metaphor
But I’m still tryna storyboard it
Call me back if it’s important
If you’re looking for me
On this Tinder shit about partners in crime
Seems like Bonnie’s working little harder than Clyde
When it comes to the heist, doesn’t feel like a partnership
Cuz my accomplice is completely incompetent.

Nonsense 1
(Twizzlers)

Verse 2
Two bars walk into a joke.
First is a gold bar, other is soap.
Yo, lemme get the punchline I’m worth most
Gold says with a glass too full to toast
But Soap makes her voice go real low
Leans close
Rarely one to go boast
But when the banks hit the button, the credit goes down to nothing,
And the flood waters come in, then let’s see who floats.
Watch for unintended consequences—those you don’t see
The initials of your girlfriend could kill the fucking oak tree.
Nothing in my pocket but the body heat
Travel light, and mind your manners, man
That’s my foreign policy.

I’m that Netflix chick,
See the pieces on the ceiling—
The strategy above me
All the moves when I’m competing:
I’ll arrive by lightning bolt
Leave by cannonball
The china’s fine, man
The bull’s mechanical

Nonsense 2
(Robots)

Outro
A base hit is the son of a pitch
A tanning bed is the sun of the rich.
Son, keep your knuckles up, front of the fists
Don’t go broke, looking for something to fix

Released April 15, 2021
Lyrics and vocals by Dessa
Produced by Paper Tiger, Andy Thompson, and Lazerbeak
Mixed by Joe Mabbott at The Hideaway
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Microphonic Mastering
Cover art by Kai Benson
Lyric video by Matthew Levine - Cosmic Fox Media

Dessa - "Terry Gross"

House of Bees = Sage Francis &amp;amp; B. Dolan on vocals, scratches by Buddy Peace, beat by Buck 65. This song originally appeared on Sage Francis' "Sick of Wasting" mix CD which is available in limited quantity at www.StrangeFamousRecords.com (CD's come autographed!) The digital download is also available on SFR's mp3 page.




HOUSE OF BEES - Sage Francis + B. Dolan (beat by Buck 65, scratches by Buddy Peace)

Hard days but the breath still coming through. Hold strong people!

Lyrics

So much emotion, I’m missing elation,
Still striving and grasping for any novel creation.
Still wanna be cool, fit in with the crowd,
Alone in my head — noises so loud…
Shrouded! Shrouded!
All pathways are clouded —
And SO… DAMN… CROWDED.
8 billion already?! Wow! Did
God plan for so many?
Organizational storm — systems on systems!
Scorn! Forlorn!
Not perfect, but at least it rhymes,
Still fightin’ for rhythm, bending open minds.

Imperfection… Dejection…
Fuck hater’s rejection.
Madness! Elation!
Dejection! Fuck hater’s rejection.

Mexico — our next-door neighbors.
They got some wisdom to part,
Like informing intention, before the real communication starts.
¡So here’s my intention!
We’re all trying too hard, forcing our hand.
The Way is always Grace, flowing like sand.
So, move with the waters that compose all you know,
Join the dance of creation…
How? Just let go.

Sit and just be.
Channel the stars.
Be still in your body,
Break the prison bars.
The key is within — stop looking without.
Breathe into the moment, there’s no need to shout.

Exclaiming no more, but still alone in my head,
Searching for stillness, to actually rest in my bed.
Cause my mind’s on repeat, same stories every week.
New nouns and dates, but no substance to leak
To a press nonexistent, just ties of obligation,
Chains of relations, zombies walkin’ substations.
And they’re dreamin’ deep of faraway places,
Where the past dissolves and the future no longer chases.
Where sun and water fill the void —
Need to pump my heart with steroids.
Cause these cardiac muscles are collapsing under the weight of this world,
Triceps curled, biceps furled,
All loose and fragile, weakness on display,
No superheroes comin’ at the end of the day.

Cause it’s just us humans, bound by gravity.
I’m respecting physics, and it’s giving me clarity.
We’re all we have… and we’re more than enough.
We rise together — I’m calling fear’s bluff.

So, rise with me, let the Fall fill your cup,
Still breathing at the bottom — the only way is up.
Yeah… still breathing at the bottom — the only way is up.

Still Breathing at the Bottom

Shia Labish

Southsiders

Kanye West

Atmosphere - Flicker

Wax - What's Your Vice

A Single from my upcoming album The Kardashev Scale

07 Myth

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07 Myth

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