b0re

who is u anyways

U4IA

insolenz

tweek the tweaker

Spidah

xevo

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

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underscore of the year

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

b0re

m0ct