Boars

nvr i

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?)

ｌｅｉｔ𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕗

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

Ｎ-ɔ0uɔ⇂Sǝ

flowloris

dhw.ty

fixin to get lost in these dimensions within 
my mind im right trending towards schism 
and unity through the vision intrinsic 
commencement of the sensory experience 
here it is we gazin into infinity's sense 
commit this to memory and any wit
you might bring along is key to it 
through it the fluid motion of life pursues this 
approach of existence consistent with the mystic 
intent i dismantle the physics and twist it 
in 4d space until it's a new form im given 
unforgiven and forever livin to to learn 
the journey and the destination will affirm 
the sojourn of the soul got me flowin firm 
terra firma beneath me im breathin life right 
something quite like the limelight 
i might define my mind just like this, condense 
the meaning into unity of the sense 
escape the tradition and drop inhibition 
embrace both sides of whatever you're given 
we aren't on the spectrum that shit is us 
just an analogy to express thus 
what is common to our sapient persistence 
and the utterly alien insistence 
to progress and expand past the minutes 
seconds hours given power and time 
ill show you how one creates the Mind 
and craft it into patterns i defined 
to try and capture the ichor of the divine 
flowin through rhythm and rhyme im givon what's mine 
to give and I find I love every moment inside 
this eternal torment machine we call life 
never give up just wield it like a knife 
it's all nice on ice alright, alight with might 
of mindfulness and awareness in spite 
of the empty material carryin this fight 
the consciousness propels the words to write 
until configured you get this sight unseen 
vision leaking out the dreams 
pen dictatin the meaning of the scenes 
do you see the unseemly unseen?
or is it too obscene to conceive of?
i push to perceive all just as it comes 
take life as it is, get back to the gift 
of consciousness given we forget
we make this world ours through every moment 
im just the motherfucker here trynna own it

terra Firma

pullin through feelin truth im consumed 
metaphors like weapons to come soon 
exhumed from the soul becomin whole 
something solely you in everything you know 
every moment you flow to the next and the rest
blessed with existence in the midst of this test 
what's best is hard to detect without distress 
but we find a way when we get to express 
our true self and nothing less 
messed up in the head or so they might say 
confessed im what's left of what's beyond sane
among frames of existence decaying im playin 
reality's games in vain but makin a claim 
im breaking the same and destroying the mundane 
on a campaign to invade the brain 
of every individual within my range 
and bring beauty alongside the strange 
glitches in reality let the mind reframe 
reorient and redefine your same 
concept displayin the weight and disdain 
of past experiential strain, they may say 
stay in your lane and i do so contain 
myself, but my lane ain't bout to maintain 
a consistent size within the bounds of the game 
i embody infinity, encompass the senses see 
im sensin peace is waitin if you let it be 
don't sweat the technique, just chill and breathe 
pop a pill if you need and begin to believe 
i split apart reality at the seams
when i begin to express the meaning it seems 
condense these dreams into musical form 
and adorn reality with the propagation to perform 
the accommodation of the form i find 
such commendation to hone the mind
what's known is nothing quite yet I bet 
but ill never stop even if I get 
to the All, break my fall cause im crashin
back to begin again on a new path im mappin 
life's a ship and we're all the captain 
set a course and commit to an action 
mold reality in a fashion we like best 
and rebuild the world to what comes next
check the subtext it's some mess
but we put it back together when we bless 
reality with our perception and intent 
getting lost in the deception of being content 
i say never accept it and always question
everything you have the chance in regression 
your mind wanna lie to you define the truth 
as something that the world combined into 
some silly form and refined all anew 
your mind is strong but it's lying to you 
there's more to see, more to consume 
an infinity beyond infinities that subsume 
each other ad infinitum set the mind alight some 
and find something novel, life at full throttle 
past present future all the same that's the motto 
it's all in how you frame your sight to borrow 
a slice of tomorrow and breathe it today 
but eternity is forever at your behest anyway 
this world we create we might as well own it 
our influence is eternal once we just control it 
express your intent and confess your dissent 
make the world become whatever you wish of it

Slice Of Tomorrow

oh it's something like a machine it seems
a universal beast a cosmological scene 
consciousness bursting at the seams 
condensed into mortal dreams and schemes 
it means we create that which we seem 
to perceive the information stream 
dive deep and find what you seek
you might be lost a while but breathe 
and know the surface will never sneak 
away for your sanctity so go and wreak 
havoc on reality with your intent and sense 
build the world how you want it to be since 
you're in control of the matter cannon, 
after the random aligns the configuration plannin 
quantum to classical split reality mechanics 
schizophrenic detachment we demand this 
forge a release and conceive of bliss 
deceive or believe yourself into the twist 
of euphoric risk, fuck the to do list 
i gotta do everything and them again 
repeat and seek all the beauty within
to share it with the world in every moment 
demonstrate the bonus of a honed sense 
of perspective the conjecture setting the method 
and sound is the sedative ready to just let it
course through your consciousness and expand 
your mind to every extent you could ever demand 
god damn lost in the plan it's all so beautiful in the end 
i commend this reality with affection as it spins 
on and on, a never ending math equation all along 
solving itself to the harmony of fundamental songs 
of law and force stretching reality through the course 
of time echoes designed to enforce
the greater structure of the lore
let it forward and perceive the source 
and experience reality as it comes
no need for the ego to change the sums 
deranged to some it's strange but um 
you got the reins in this game you playin 
so why not use them for more than displayin?
be stayin still your existence still vibratin
motion is perpetual in the situation 
of existence we perpetratin 
no debatin or waitin just make it 
what you want and take this 
as it comes as it goes the world is yours 
and mine alike the dichotomy of course 
is false and in the mind, just a force 
to separate needlessly when the source 
of cosmological consciousness is All 
and we're connected through the fall 
to material experience when enthralled 
to mend all the lanes of spiritual calls 
the expression of self is what's above all 
the machinations of reality as it ticks 
each moment into existence through the wit 
of conscious intent, everything contained within 
past present future are just parts of the same system 
different perspectives on the view given 
but a discrete whole arises when envisioned 
so consume the knowledge intrinsic 
and assume the position of the mystic 
hierophant listenin and spittin the missiles 
of intent twistin through the aether wishin
themselves into reality's mission 
the secret is hidden but ready to be revealed 
all you gotta do is come and break the seal

cosmologos

i got this quantum activator from nature 
divine soul itself the spirit of the creator 
but there's no heaven even greater 
cos greater doesn't apply this ain't theater 
no five stars no reviews or ratings later 
it's just the universe and what made her:
her own self, not some invisible neighbor 
you a traitor to yourself if you believe 
that your God exists just cos you believe 
go on with ya perceptions and philosophy 
mishandling rhetoric and theosophy 
they gossip, speak and talk with perfect prosody 
but with broken sense and ontology 
 follow me and ill show you the way they say 
maybe to speak into your hands and display 
your penitence, submission and pray 
there ain't nothing wrong with religion 
but i ain't gonna get along with the schism 
created within the structure and the vision
to control the human condition
believe what you want I respect it all 
long as you don't write it on the wall 
and force another to be your thrall,
all falls down and you won't heed the call 
pretending like what you think is what's right 
just cos some old book set it alight 
in your mind but you a slave, lost in the game
the progeny of a broken methodology 
dogmatic doxology, but i bring the oncology
excising the divine with great velocity 
no reciprocity, may I recommend apostasy?
lost in the sea of your belief can you even breathe
or is it just in service to an idol you conceived 
of, when nurture  gave you the offer 
you took it without questioning what’s proffered 
some lost words and a fake sense of honor 
and all the minds that agreed to be conquered 
yeah you can proselytize and spread the lies 
recruit some more minions to intensify the cries 
but you a dying breed, maybe the last of your kind 
atheism got you shook and it’s growin worldwide 
leave the apologetics behind and don’t even try 
cos a flawed a priori ain’t gonna make you right 
meanwhile im getting high knowing that I 
don’t subscribe to faith, when reason’s on supply 
unlike y’all i know I know nothing and that’s why 
i spend every moment learning what you deny 
and confirming reality through empirical sight 
sound and every other sense of the mind 
even if I wanted to believe i couldn’t begin to defy
a scientific standard so I can better define 
the reason to my rhyme, the season is nigh
for you to lose the battles and the war, need I remind 
that faith is the most dishonest position 
utterly denying the reality that you’re given 
and livin in, its right there for you to see
13 billion years just for you to come and be
the enemy of the season, committing treason 
under a false flag of hope without cohesion 
hear that? sounds like your God is freezin 
up, can’t defend himself for a fuckin reason 
cos he don’t exist; i don’t know why you believe him
life is scary I know but imaginary friends won’t bring 
inner peace or even understanding you can cling
to, try to make it true but you know you can’t convince 
cos true don’t exist without consensus and evidence 
a better sense of perspective is still to be gained 
once you stop letting yourself be played and gamed
by some fairy tales and parables you claim 
represent reality in your inane brain 
ill show you the way if you want but you gotta know 
that it ain’t gonna be easy and it prolly won’t bestow 
you with what you expect, only more to question 
but it’s the pursuit of knowledge that beckons
and keeps you coming back for seconds, 
thirds unto infinity, so what do you reckon? 
a lesson in progression , or a blessing of aggression 
a confession of perspective, or a message of correction 
i mean really, what do you even have to lose 
your belief is zero sum and it’s got you confused 
thinking that heaven is waiting at the end 
but hey I doubt your God wants you as a friend 
just a pawn to propagate this profession 
all along you’re just a tool in the church’s possession 
thinking for yourself seems to be the only real sin
cos you might actually realize that you can play to win

scripta

S.E.T.

lip service

Bright white dragon amongst the atmosphere
might that last sin hurl me far past this fear, 
past the need to fade and forget,  
as the seed takes place, or, shit, 
roots itself within my mind, i beget 
truth in hell, this spin i find, why let it 
grasp my core alone? just to own 
a pass by lore in tomes? must the throne 
berate and bemoan? condone what ya want,
but i own what I front, unknown and adjunct,
my soul in a rut till the fire lights it up,
my whole inner trust betrayed as i get above
flyin with the doves, im falling to earth 
trying just to love, all is lost in the mirth 
till i hit ground and am left to just wait 
till that dragon comes again to take me away
 
forever failing to feel feelings, freewheeling 
till i fall off the edge of existence revealing 
my true crime was believing this was ever real 
and thinking that letting it matter would heal
but rewind that back and play it again,
the only sin within was to ever begin 
never mind to forget the falsities within 
but I'll mend good health with broken bones 
and neurological damage to conceal the tomes 
bespoke and blown, lost far from home 
but what is home besides a place I'm thrown 
back to every time i find myself somewhere new 
waiting for the receptors to adapt and construe 
this flood of chemicals as something proper 
cos it's really all I have left to offer 
when im lost and waiting for a new reason 
can't seem to find it without a little seizing 
up and foaming at the mouth, feels good but i doubt
anyone could ever really know quit what it's about 
when pain and pleasure fire up the same routes
and you're not alive when you find yourself without 
a feeling like you're dying, trying to find yourself flying 
denying that silly reality and forevermore designing 
something that fits in better with the rhyming,
the rhythm and the reason forevermore combining 
into some abstract concept you can't quite convey
another reason just to get through the day,
some silly thought that goes as it comes 
and leaves me sitting here feeling undone 
gotta shut it off and find yet another 
so yep here i go, peel back the cover
pull back the curtains and begin to discover
why the neurotransmitters are my  only true lover 
and yet they're forever scorned, fully adorned 
with reasons i forget, it's all just mental porn 
but ill crank it up to eleven, come hell or heaven 
even though all that exists is between six and seven 
or any other pair, infinite entities in disrepair 
primed to relapse into the myth of having a care 
watch it all disappear into thin air and despair
when i find another path that seems a bit less fair 
adversity is a gift when you really think about the shit,
to know that one will struggle invokes the mind shift 
to see the silver lining within the times missed 
and what experience is given, i hope it might lift 
but i choke on rhyme spit and evoke some trite shit 
like i hope you might get just what i try to give 
everything ends and begins in a form anew 
so why can't it  be my turn, just for a few?

dr4g0n

Now what you say? 
My rhyme style, impeccable,
Incredible and unforgettable,
And it's so regrettable, my bad,
Got you straight comatose as a vegetable,
And I say, let it go, hit the bowl,
Hold it till you're red and blow,
My flow'll get you higher than an ayahuasquero,
It's pitiful that you're so forgettable,
With your flow coming out like drool and dribble,
You're not on my level, not even by a little,
Tittle and giggle but you're straight incomprehensible,
I can't feel you like botox lips on my genitals,
It ain't congenital, just straight plentiful,
When you open your mouth, I hear the sinful,
Your words are a stain on my brain,
So refrain and abstain before I wreck your game,
Crack ya skull open and see what's up with your claim,
But you got no fame, just the same as all else,
Trying to filch off my lyrical wealth,
But I'm bad for your health like aspartame,
Killing your mind, and you stay plain, it's insane,
So I recommend that you step on back,
And retreat before you're whacked like a mob attack.
cos im done trying to rap and im done trying to write,
no fun flying on the map become undone defying the rites, 
no sunlight to guide my eyes 
no method to end the spite, 
oh some might find the rhymes collected 
but within they're trite, ill connected 
from the reels deflected, 
spit swill and wreck it, 
um my meals directed my mind 
made many meandering motivations, 
making moksha available misdirection, 
begin the insurrection, 
mispronounced the inflection, 
correction im a mistake to make the fake path, 
i don't speak so much as gravitate wrath
i got no perspective, spacetime bends with no corrective 
action by the elected manifest maker defective, 
speak words laced with invective, 
arrogant to remain despondent with 
lethargic correspondents, 
i guess im apart from the lore of bong hits, 
drugs can't find their way to me fast enough, 
say you got some and ill call ya Bluff 
cos I already took em and lost my way, 
better bring more if you come to play
ugh fuck my vocabulary, 
so drab and wary, 
call the constabulary 
and alert them that I'm worn and tarried my way towards an empty bottle of Sherry, 
sniffin dust with the fairies, 
im just witless enough to carry 
my hit list in my mind,  
hop a lorry and find a new crime, 
new city new place, new reason to hate

cons

I wish I could perceive things like this consistently, but in the same vein, the red mainframe runneth over with data and an approximation 

Bitch this is an escalation 
Call ya fuccin supervisor
send em to rikers island, none the wiser
alcatraz for all the fads 
we always trend towards new 
fangled what you thought you knew? 
chicken flew the coop I guess 

I ain't got my chicken nuggets, 
nigga, im something like a chicken thuggit 
rugged around the edges, fuck it, cluck cluck bitch let's wake up! 
i drop the real power 
From the tower of God 
How her words might go to the edge 
I'm in Belize, Italy, I pledge to 
Divulge state secrets and 
Old ways keep it going on and on 

Twice the device, 
Twice the price 
Three times as high as 
Four times the thc in my bag 
no i grab molecules 
Binge on all da fuelz 

Saturated wit cotton 
Or saturated the linen 
I saturate the spot on 
The saturated sinnin 
Condensed into
Complicity 
Duplicity 
I hold a rhythm... 

I can't figure it out but I can.
 I got the answers in my God damn hand, 
I demand these plans 
make way for what I stand for, 
ya know that irreplaceable itch, 
think two times and you make it a wish, 
think three times then you got a wash, 
but guess what bitch? I'm tha Boss.

but why be just a little boss? 
get stomped by every protagonist that cross me,  
get off me, kid, I bet you couldn't even flip 
the lid off the package, 
math mad addict, 
I'm some kind of Savage, 
I ravage and break meaning
 while behind me I drop seemingly.... Everything 

These pockets have holes and hopes, 
lotta fucking bullshit jokes, 
but I just tokes and tokes 
until the smokes becomes my lungs, 
rather breathe thc in deeply son

Avoid The Noid 

always and forever, kid
you gonna drown, shit 
time to swim or float 
get grim or get a boat 
get up on dem dat don't dote 
dit and dat, here's how I float 
on by dollar signs in my eyes 
and twisty cloth that's right behind 
the cash that I decline 
to be able to call mine, if 
Ya follow me, hollow me out 
Use my ribs for tinder, 
And fat lest the wick goes out 
Umm... 


this addition was random, 
this addition was necessary, 
this addition is Fandom, 
this addition is clearly sedentary. 

Whoa man, what happened to sense? 
Too intense, too whimsical, I forgot to exist. 
Write too many speeches, my words might miss, 
every archetype imma getchu on my list, 
commit to fits of, well, wits, 
but i don't suppose there's any barriers, shit 
well let's just sit here and do the twist 

Rough and tumble 
Y'all all in trouble 
Ay carrumba some ensemble plays away 
Method of dosage say dat swallow da way, 
down de down de down de system 
canna never find ya self forgets dem 
i guess we intersperse hits then 
administer alteration 2 da system 
take the world over on one condition 
Muthafucca quit fuccin wit my munitions 
Ill reprieve, skill retrieve, world War receive 
receptacles recede, rhetorical relief 
romps rampantly, rolling in leaf
and dirt and dust and belief 
the human condition is, uhhhh
some sort of strange shit, duhh, 
ineffable like I guess um... 
no words, just rhythm. 

Ill Spiegel, reflection seems evil, 
the greed fills my mind in refills, 
the three Hills are shedding their crop, 
best be beheading some cop, shit, 
beheading these ants if tha bitches 
don't quit crawling on me, 
fam they fallin on me, 
im just hauling, im gone, see?

chikkin thuggit

lyrix:
never at the top, never gonna stop 
never had a lot, never had a shot 
ever had a thought whether you had to drop?
i constantly get lost, 
trynna chase a vision i been tossed 
but when I get it back 
im not sure what I lack 
is it the track, the words or the beat?
or does no one even observe me?
concerned? don't be i just don't see 
what i won't be in a world of only 
MY LITTLE PONY just cos it rhymes homie 
don't like it blow me lol show me what u got 
go free wit da glock
fuck da key and fuck da lock 
cos da gate ain't that wide anyway 
go around the fucker as they say 
but im not here to get on my soapbox 
more like im here to find and smoke thoughts  
like  they the finest leaf been brought 
Ah yes who wants to be so ornamental 
Some silly little dude type individual 
expressin a personal ritual 
in ya earhole vibrating this skull 
and now I got a fist full 
of the Tao so let's get simple 
break it all down and away 
bodies just machines to decay 
but who runnin the controls anyway?
it's you, it's me, it's night and day 
and every other tbing that you may 
just sense forthright the display 

that energy that drives and strives 
keeps the light lit 
and the life alive 
i find im fine from time to time 
if i just take a break and try 
connect to what's inside 
just trust the ride kid
you re the one who defined it.

so let me get back into the frame 
got my modalities up in flame 
such a shame to game the same thing 
over and over again for a little fame?
fuck you don't know how long it's been 
16 years pent up with this friction within 
to commit verbal sin and lacerate skin 
with lyrical precision the incisions begin 
im just kiddin my mission is peace 
but y'all gotta know im out on the streets 
out in the aethyr promoting the heat
of discovery so why not discover me 
im this underseen wunderkind 
i promise you might find a lot to discover 
but what's left at the end is worth yet another
perspective you hadn't yet been blessed with 
that's all I want to bring, ya know? 
just make the people experience go 
WILD 
what a strange concept ain't it 
something you can't quite contain, shit 
just refrain from this moment and then 
breathe in the next to let it begin 
won't you feel the magick when I cast it 
in ya soul got ya hooked like a classic 

that energy that drives and strives 
keeps the light lit 
and the life alive 
i find im fine from time to time 
if i just take a break and try 
connect to what's inside 
just trust the ride kid
you re the one who defined it.

trust the ride

ninety degrees of freedom i see them 
in my peripheral vision, on a mission 
in a moment of omission missing 
glistening with the dew of wisdom 
within this moment time will come undone 
some fun rhymes along the way from 
antiquity when the world was young 
talk it smart or talk it stupid son 
keep it goin till you u  out to the light of day 
get fried right away when the might 
just might take your light today, right?
fight bright demons in my mind I might 
get lost in a moment then it's night 
try being sane for a moment at such great heights 
i break lights and set photons free 
ineffable and floating in the sea 
of this conscious experience, mysterious 
the serious question left to ask is merely this:
can you really even lift bro?
u avin a giggle m8 den let's go 
let go of ya past get put on blast 
about face and im damn straight aghast 
what the fuck happened to the world i just had 
a simpler place where logic wasn't bad 
everyone knew and spoke the true 
comin through with words for you 
but the time gets lost and consumed 
meanwhile I'll toss back a few 
bottles of that antitussive stew 
collaborate with the universe too 
until it hear me and let me through 
you know what it is you do,
im jus here to cheer da world on 
bring the hype that seems to be gone 
these songs are just contracts with ya soul 
a little piece of magick i made for you to hold 
call it gold, call it silver, all has been told before 
just reorient it into a more useful form

ever end up getting lost to the cause?
across the roster, enter the cult of oz
consult and pause let ya thoughts soar 
through tha aethyr and whatever more 
reality is more like an offering here 
close your eyes open your mind and release your fear 
better steer towards clear skies, mere 
surprises lie aligned with the horizon line 
poppin into existence as necessary in time 
another arbitrary element in the game 
and im still here,
ain't a damn thing changed 
to the mind of a mere mortal it might seem deranged
but constrained in this pain 
im desensitized to the insane 
re-emphasize the boring and plain 
in another light to show the change 
the utility is in your mind, not the form 
so wield it to whatever end you might adorn 
this world with your intent, again again
gettin it in and we ready to begin 
don't get too lost in the rhythm 
this world is your death, it's a given 
considering the tkme spent in the interim
losing your mind in the commencement then 
this reality is a prison for the living 
never to break from the heavy lifting 
shifting into different forms adorned 
with contextual perspective to perform 
poetry and prosody, on and on to ontology 
from the apogee on with no apology 
im goin hard don't you call on me 
unless you think you know de wae 
im jus trynna catch it before it decays 
never wait to be, see what you wanna see 
be alive and make this your own reality

Boars

m0ct