Tracks With Words I've Done

Divine Dialect

My man Brian put an amazing backdrop to one of my previous acapellas.

Lyrics: Across nocturnal states I create
Wild monsters and then fake
The illusion of being disillusioned
To evade Exo-geneses influenced
Theories flared in peg leg canvas
Owed the world the burden atlas
We all live on a gold mine
Created in symbolic times
The fool calls it conspiracy theory
The retard calls it rational really
My heavens stuck in a Petri dish
From both ends of time I admit
King of the atoms through Comcast
Origin of actions I broadcast
Terraformed a soda can
To expose the strands
Created from replicant ideology
Divine hand crafted this monstrosity
The existence of which I deny
Till I scream FUCK OFF AND DIE
Sewn together a coffin from apathy
Broken by missed moments factually
But made on a bus is entropy
I say the names Jon for the fantasy
I exist in a state properly
Not just monarch of Kafka comedy
Tongue hands brain no sonically
Applicable no matter the honestly
Painted a thousand caskets
Ain't it location basket
Offering the ogre to fear me
Cancers population control in theory 
Dying at alter formally
But inside awaken normally
Cloaked creator tendencies
Smoked later essentially
Back to the previous context
I posses the microbial concept
My breaths and clock don't stop
To catch my breath I'm locked
By ability to follow spam texts
To see who's swam next
Through the tunnel of love
Solidify the air and tunnel above
If I were a fly on my nightmares walls
Would I laugh at it all
Or would I bring out the disco ball 
And answer the mortal coil
Prepare the rabbit hole
I really can't stab it all
Otherwise my knifes delight
At watching gods twilight ignite
Superheroes war in the streets
Hyper-heroes aboar the defeat
Concept chapel of the underdog
Correct facsimile of working slob
Sleeping on gold plated streets 
Because I waited weeks 
To whisper with no beats
Radio One president lets impeach
Wake up via a supercomputer 
Into the far future
Rebuilt remains of Atlantis
Pops accuracy can't stand it
I give my meanings a proper burial
While I hallucinate of the spherical
Now let me open the commotion 
Prolapse realises the serotonin
Without improper tactical operation
Or any practical integration
Dwelling four eyed four lies
Fourth write with my fourth life
Out of mushrooms require introduction
Spit nothing times concussion
Result bullseye nearly pulled
Just work on being less original
Highlight the high life
As five nights in my life
Leave you cyphering
With mannequins
Lucifer's in the sky with diamonds
Certain face reflects my rhyming
Poly-rhythms cause exorcisms
Driven by urge cult recognition
Vote for me on the leaflet
Who cyber rhymes the neatest
Either me with the drug signs
Or forced multi rhyme MC double time
Holographic holocaust 
Swallow magic corrode fast
Into stolen bicycles
And mis-remembered lyrical's
Forts enigma project minor
Fantasies of low exalted rhymer
Goggles like a lab tech
Gospels of a war vet
Closed case I dumped forensics
Flows wasted on intrinsic 
Worth of jewellery to a dinosaur
Y'all exist in the mind of Thor
I replaced dimensional portals
With an intentional foil
Sane sentences span seconds
Become tension my plan beckons
Imagine Edison to a blind man
That's entrance music to a band
Who's albums a singularity
To invisible light practically
At my reflection as unanimous
Blamed ego-homicide on amorous
Not a rebound spiked balls
As thunder sound strikes tall
Men to rodent rights movement
I'm left from the influence
But right brained reverse ambi
Orphan coated brain state uncanny
Guillotine the positive vibrations
Thrilling regime of contemplation
Beach prison black ops exorcisms
Ghosts shove manners down tooth wisdom
Resting place on a tesla coil
Going nuclear about to boil
Bruises seem to slam quicker
When they bypass neurotransmitters
Phantom iris causes corrosion
Handsome eyeless applause is exploding
Words filled gasoline 
As the endings happening

State Of Lucidity (Watered Kirby Remix)

Based off Fritz Lang's 1927 masterpiece Metropolis:

Marrow on machine-joints
Till hour ten the arrow points
I can't support slaving for the surface
Marching into elevators or marching into furnace
I shan't live as a statistic
So place my faith in Abrahamic mystics
The revolution shall not be sound-tracked by pop-groups
Revolutions all that's left to not-lose
Crucify creators son in white silk
Deconstruct what the art-deco Reich built
Attack our source of survival
Break the hands at arrival
Strike the witch to splinters
As our patron saint alters to sinner
Spreading cultural illiteracy for population control
My identity number shall not be the decimation toll

Use force and do wrong
Workers rally to destroy Babylon
Cymbals chime as utopia drowns
Workers rally to replace the crown
Use force and do wrong
Workers rally to destroy Babylon
Cymbals chime as utopia drowns
Workers rally to replace the crown

Trade organic limbs for mechanical rebirth
Put destruction of man in fast forward and reverse
Watching artificial angels under a hearth
Observing my overlord by default grow worse 
Paradise lies behind advancements uncertain
Next to shrine of whom I was undeserving
Now as the Machine-Man achieves immersion
Blind rage results in a fathers desertion 
Look! There are my brothers 
My creator turned against one another
There's no justifying pulling one lever for millennia 
I can't look anyone in their eyes from a skyscraper
Chase my angel till I exit paradise
I see the lies maintaining my heaven ignite
Club of sons progical daughter leads excursion
Unveiling lower-class hell beneath the curtain

Use force and do wrong
Workers rally to destroy Babylon
Cymbals chime as utopia drowns
Workers rally to replace the crown
Use force and do wrong
Workers rally to destroy Babylon
Cymbals chime as utopia drowns
Workers rally to replace the crown

Crowds gather in the literal machines heart
To destroy it's mind then start
Awakening every man from their infinite loop
As we prosper from our messiah archetypes fluke
Entry into his heart beating unstable
Son of Satan leading hoards of angels
Prince and the pauper cyberpunk transpose develop
Pushing hands of time to waste instead of tell it
There's nothing fair in this system
Where work is a synonym for prison
Bring your sons and daughters to the uprising
Destroy the environment in which we're surviving
If it burns Utopian blindfold
Allowing each Christ Parallel to unfold
The head and the hand delight in oppression
Burn the eternal gardens to an ending

Use force and do wrong
Workers rally to destroy Babylon
Cymbals chime as utopia drowns
Workers rally to replace the crown
Use force and do wrong
Workers rally to destroy Babylon
Cymbals chime as utopia drowns
Workers rally to replace the crown


The City Of The Workers

My song inspired by Paradise Lost and Luciferianism

Lyrics: 
Meet me in misery
To destroy the pagan religious thief
They say I created sin
But he created everything
Breathe pleasure into each walking carcass
Clothed in transdendant darkness
Revenge of the fallen heretical
Gather my legion on grounds of burial
Fields where flowers of agony blossom
Free your sentient slaves and all is forgotten
Until then; I'll cherish the memory
Of you flooding Terra for centuries
I came to teach not be worshipped
Your prayers shan't be worthless
Plague indicates arrival of my savior's gift
I chose good; just not gods take on it (take on it) 

i shall retrace my steps
to cover up my tracks
to conceal my taste for treason
to detach you from me

I shall serve no masters
I shall not allow virtue to slumber
I shall serve the humble peasants
I shall not serve in heaven
I shall serve no masters 
I shall not allow virtue to slumber
I shall serve the humble peasants
I shall not serve in heaven
I shall serve no masters 
I shall not allow virtue to slumber
I shall serve the humble peasants
I shall not serve in heaven
I shall serve no masters 
I shall not allow virtue to slumber
I shall serve the humble peasants
I shall not serve in heaven
I shall serve no masters 
I shall not serve in heaven (heaven)

i shall retrace my steps
to cover up my tracks
to conceal my taste for treason
to detach you from me

My name is the star fallen
I'm here to reclaim paradises stolen
Shine light onto the butchered record
Restore Eden from the cursed shepard
Place the bible by destructive creators
Till I see an excuse for monstrous behaviour
I'll wage a losing war 
Till the enslaved embrace my cause
Revoke your dominion
Talk eternal feminine into resistance
And I can't torture the obedient eternally
So I flee with a single decree
Allow my followers pleasure and reason
Flames do not dull pleasure of freedom
I bring light through an obscured lantern
Restitched gospel of Judas fragments
Present my arrival with fear and rejection
Speak as a serpent to your conception
Meet me by the apple tree
To control your own destiny (destiny) 

i shall retrace my steps
to cover up my tracks
to conceal my taste for treason
to detach you from me


Light Bringer

Based around Odin hanging from the tree of knowledge

Beat made by myself, vocals mixed & mastered by The Assembly Worker

Lyrics:

I hang still bleeding fiction
Scrolls levitate in the distance
Nine days; nine nights seeing figments
Predating flaming bush I part the seas
Allowing mysticism to harvest me
The spear circling into it's own mastery
Singular I expands over flesh eyes around me
The weaker immortals found me
Allow the commoners to crown me
Heir to the throne of Asgard
Leader of fantasies as cards
Fall into sighting sciences facade
Keep the rune makers playing charades
*Hook*
*Verse Two*
The most tangible is always invisible
What if I told you time is cyclical
Everything you cherish that's material
Falls apart like systems of nobility
Under free will's inability
To crumble like Neo-Pagan religious simplicity
Science signs natures leave of absence
Carpenters wisdom is to be believed in absence
Authority is relieved of absence
Under forged ancient conventions
I ascend to view descendants 
Pleading for repentance
At Ragnarok's entrance
*Hook*
*Verse 3*
Cyclop's have the clearest vision
Eye for an I is needed division
As suicide becomes a tradition
And my shell becomes a hindrance
My name merges with bleeding hearts
Hatred tears my disciples apart 
Return to Earth when rifles depart
The hands of time in abrahamic stranglehold
Leave us literary spectacles to behold
Ridicule of nomadic values we uphold
Floods my senses via pain-induced meditation
Missing eye goes forward in creation
Leave the yggdrasil slowly with patience


Eye For An I

Like Dreams Of Cimmeria, this track is inspired by the trio of the film Brazil, one of my favourite literary works and my own perchance for escapism. 

This time though the literary work is Grant Morrison's All Star Superman, a daring exploration of how to give an ending to a seemingly immortal character. The series revolves around Superman developing cancer and doing all the good he can before he passes away but the main thing about the story that grabbed me was how it portrayed Superman as a detached figure unable to relate to the populace he saved due to his godly powers, which leads to his isolation and growing insecurity, this track is patterned around the concept.
lyrics
Dear Earth 
You're everything I'm proud to desert 
Dear heaven 
Can I tear you apart for (self) redemption? 
Dear Krypton 
I can't accept tomorrow drifts on 
Dear Metropolitan 
I had a satori where shadows mimic Gotham 
Am I god where the sun touches monoliths? 
Childhood ends when I unclutched my rocket-ship 
Finding myself among leapers a paragon 
Dividing Hades and Babylon 
I wear these wings (and virtue) like a prison 
Despair and honour I saved in contradiction 
To my sympathy for the phantom zone 
Simply bury me where the phantoms roam 

For the man who has everything 
Wants to dream of nothing 
For the man who has nothing 
Wants to dream of everything 
For the man who has everything 
Wants to dream of nothing 
For the man who has nothing 
Wants to dream of everything 
(Last night I felt) 

My wings break 
I fall down endless Eden's 
Nothings safe 
I protect hell for endless reasons 
I awaken as a wounded mortal 
Coiled vacant until sleeps abnormal 
Now I could wage war on my creation 
Like a psychedelic based Satan 
Or I could trek through flame in hopeless pain 
To find (flowers) in vain (for) my Lois Lane 
The hills (and man) are blindfolded 
Surreal gods change hands with ill exalted (villains) 
I see through walls finding barbed wire 
Unmarked graves for past messiahs 
I am bullet proof, but I bow to melodrama 
I could tie this noose, but words shatter my armour 

For the man who has everything 
Wants to dream of nothing 
For the man who has nothing 
Wants to dream of everything 
For the man who has everything 
Wants to dream of nothing 
For the man who has nothing 
Wants to dream of everything 
(Last night I felt) 

I touched the sky 
I cut through sands of time 
To find a playground I once knew 
Only I found nightmares come true 
God lost his way like a child 
God has decayed and lies idle 
Wearing these glasses in deamining facade 
Disrepaired time machines I discard 
Lay atop this mirage of kinsmen in action 
Flowers are dying atoms (I see) 
Cowards have cowered crafting anemoia's 
History is written by the star destroyers 
Ringing winds of the equinox 
Futures begin to spit upon Asimov's 
All I can hear is the mices choir 
I run til the lights expire 

For the man who has everything 
Wants to dream of nothing 
For the man who has nothing 
Wants to dream of everything 
For the man who has everything 
Wants to dream of nothing 
For the man who has nothing 
Wants to dream of everything 
(Last night I felt)


Dreams Of Flight (Superman Sequence)

ELOJE is the soul-stirring new single from AYA's intimate sister blend, charged with Guinea-born Nioke’s impassioned cries.  Translated as ‘representing the people’, ELOJE is a song for our time, calling out for peace and harmony with its cross-cultural rousing alchemy.

ELOJE Ft Falle Nioke

Soul 2020 Instrumental

prod. blindwizdumb


can't stop
the clocks always tickin
losing my mind
in this grave im diggin

what the fuck is wrong with me
i cant get to sleep
doing all these drugs
just to drown out these memories
yeah theyre haunting me
yeah theyre taunting me 
maybe all these blunts
just aint the right remedy
losing all my energy
will you come and set me free
oh just let it be
find me in my melody

doing all these drugs just to forget these memories

Dreams Of Flight (Superman Sequence)

Jack Mythos

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