Well constructed song! Thanks for sharing.

From Space (Prod.Ryini Beats)

I see a red door and I want to paint it black.

Paint It Black

Dirty Water (Take 2)

You get a little bit sick of this 
You get a little bit tired of that 

The sun sets with a golden hue 
I can’t change anything about you

We are all just killers, 
And sinners and saints
Crucify the picture 
Of common mistakes 
Well I guess I came here 
With a certain point-of-view
I’m lost on the highway 
Can’t remove your tattoo

Ever since I was a little boy 
I wanted to feel a semblance of joy 

Now & then I get a little faith
It injects me right through the vein 

We are all just killers, 
And sinners and saints
Crucify the picture 
Of common mistakes 
Well I guess I came here 
With a certain point-of-view
I’m lost on the highway 
Can’t remove your tattoo
 
When do you need the killing done?
When do you need a hand to hold?
Will you send down an answer to me?
Will you set my spirit free?

We are all just killers, 
And sinners and saints
Crucify the picture 
Of common mistakes 
Well I guess I came here 
With a certain point-of-view
I’m lost on the highway 
Can’t remove your tattoo

Tattoo Removal

South Shore Line

Roll little train 
Roll, roll down the track 
Roll out of my life 
& never come back 

I been away too long 
It feels good to be home 
Some days you’re the dog
Some days you’re the bone 

Hitch a ride to the city 
So I have something to see 
I want to fill my head 
With neon visions of debauchery 

Disrupt my beliefs 
Corrupt my creeds 
Bale on my ambivalence 
Take part in the disease

Riding on that train 
It’s driving me insane 
Through the pouring rain 
Riding on that train 

Ridin’ baby 
Take me away

South Shore Line

Tired, ancient footsteps cry over the valleys 
Crystal blue perversions make a fine finale 

Blood sucking leeches leave lesions on your ankles 
Tender conversations with loud-mouthed crystals

Christian mercenaries trade their lives for pennies 
Shamans in the basement bartering for mercury 

Salad bars of spinach and leaves cut from the Congo 
Sleight-of-hand procedures on the banks of Lake Texcoco 

The oil fields are burning, feed poison to the masses 
Society is moving as slow as stale molasses 

The ovens are reheating hear the centuries repeating 
As stereo survives under welfare mothers weeping 

I’ve been stacking electronics making sure the stereo-phonics produce my perspective. 
Of the universe collective,

For maybe im more naive than careful & collected 
But I’d rather speak my mind than be spit out & silenced. 

My mind is on Kareem shit & my bass is Bootsy too  
I’m a flabbergasted fixture, a bouquet of balloons

A sonic boom upon explosion cause I’m filled with hydrogen gas
You can barely breathe me in unless you wear an oxygen mask 

Chemically I’m quite unfounded carving out my face in stone 
I’ll simmer by the quarry until the limestone rock comes home 

Pitter patter on the freeway watch the cars almost hit me 
I’m just one in seven billion lost souls of the rising sun, 
now can you hear me?

CAN YOU HEAR ME? 
Hello, is anyone there?

Can U Hear Me?

Wicked

Highway 64

Cinder blocks in the cool of Kentucky
Choir kids sing a sad melody 
Motivated by hate and vitriol in his bloodstream 
It's not safe in the grocery store 

Emboldened by newsmen and scare tactic language 
He went out, bought a new Smith and Wesson 
He followed a man who was tailed by his grandson 
Pulled the gun from his waistband and he shot the victim 

A cold Kentucky day 
A cold Kentucky day 
A cold Kentucky day 
A cold Kentucky day 

He walked to the parking lot and found a woman 
He shot and killed her, he was looking for a reason 
Just seconds later, he shot another man 
The hate in his heart I just can't understand

A cold Kentucky day 
A cold Kentucky day 
A cold Kentucky day 
A cold Kentucky day 

What's it all for?
We don't see each other anymore
I can't watch the news 
The same old shit, what's the use?

A cold Kentucky day 
A cold Kentucky day 
A cold Kentucky day 
A cold, a cold Kentucky day

A Cold Kentucky Day

Kentucky

Church

Church (Preach)

Elaboration
Contemplation
Insubordination 
That Senator, he’s cruel 

Try amputation 
& mediation 
Drown in conflation 
That’s some real high stakes shit

Remove the burden 
You’ll know for certain 
The people are hurting
I don’t have to explain 

Trident, Poseidon 
At the Orion 
I’m feeling iron 
Age myths in the home 

My agitation 
The expectation 
Disintegration 
Dissolvents and dames

Those pale romantics
With all their antics 
They kill the bandit 
Put a road in his name 

My life is tragic 
Psychosomatic 
My thrills sporadic 
It’s the state of affairs

Revolt in masses
It feels fantastic 
My mask’s ecstatic 
For the riots in the street 

Be careful, haters
Don’t warn your neighbors
There’s entertainers 
In the grind and the gruel 

My expectations 
Are underrated
Don’t be afraid 
To say it your friends 

My laugh is static
Psychosomatic 
Inhale the chemicals 
And criticize from afar

My hesitation 
Communication 
Has caused creation 
Of the long-tailed deer

Cutting room floorboard 
I go over board
I lie awake 
Depraved thoughts in my head

I’m disembodied
I’m all about me
Not carbon copy
Im opposed to long thoughts

Pretend I’m christened 
I storm the prisons 
I give land back 
So you can save your acknowledgement 

Im half a goner
Im a contender
Welcome the jester
In the court of the thieves

Static Electricity

Navigating through inter-dimensional cosmic realms at the speed of light through your speakers.

Namaste. 

Email: NoConcept.mgmt@gmail.com

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Tattoo Removal

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