This was inspired by a song called "Monophobia" made by a fellow artist and friend, Airospace. He did a really good job with it, and it ended up motivating me to write this tonight. Felt kind of weird about going over the same beat, but I decided that in the end nothing really matters. I did this for creative purposes only, Flying Lotus definitely deserves credit for creating the amazing instrumental. This was done on a built-in computer mic. enjoy.

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Sometimes the minutes in between sounds escaping range from sixty to days rotating
Strange they say
Seldom a man of speech 
See, my mind is occupied
I'm on a continuous loop around my saturn inside
Just a place I travel to when I meditate 
Controlling the impulses
Revolting from the oldest form of torture to souls
I bolster my defenses like those
Hanging posters to cover up the grossest holes
I think I've gotten too used to being cold and alone
Drifting, stoned, chasing after a better home
Ran from my father in hopes I'd be supported at shows
Grabbed the mic, dropped the soul even when no one would go
Well, Cody had my back when I had no gold
But the women kinda doubted I'd keep this up getting old
Suburban origin.. collapse like an accordion
They greet me with a sigh like they're approaching a Kevorkian  
Even I wonder why my thoughts glide away from safety
Pro-euthanasia like this city's going to make me
I'm diving in the puddles of my melted mind 
Believing that I'm real is probably my only crime
God imagined me with a crooked spine and a chipped tooth
Living in a storage space with a recording booth
You're a sad sack of flesh that they don't respect
Driving yourself mad with your wasted breath
Thinking about the time I'd lay upon your breast
And when we fucked it opened up a new definition of best
Sex was our quivering connection to the universe
Remember when you realized who you really were?
And to each other, seldom we spoke 
Hiding from the small talk 
Even opaque to a ghost
A snake with a cloak
Fangs dangle to mangle but hidden by a smokescreen of Sativa leaves and jokes

I don't like making noise if I got nothing to say
I don't speak speak when there's nothing for my words to change


Seldom I Speak (beat by Flying Lotus)

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Seldom I Speak (beat by Flying Lotus)

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