Beat: SinimaBeats (License Purchased)
Mixing and Mastering: DM2

Lyrics:

let me get me in a little early mornin' thinkin
up at the thought, without a moment for blinking
catch me up and ready on my cognition
the pen surpass the sword in my quiver of ammunition
you ready? here it comes. the first incision.
the first instance of you realizin what you're missin.
i'm not even done with the first step of my life mission

im from another fuckin' dimension.
its only now that i figured i'd mention
that my sound waves are the vaccine for the infection
that's plaguing this nation, hopped up on pensions
and insecurities. but hold on. let me cure it....

see?
a little silence and sitting could do the whole world good
so i rescind my addition, the fire needs not more wood.
it needs a prophet, it's been a few thousand years.
someone to break the loop and take people from their fears.
so if it needs to be done, ill try the calling as the one.
take a few days aside to show the world how it's done
make a whole fucking loaf from one measly crumb
my second coming will be as the father and the son
here take this and put it under your tongue.
its my body and blood, but also yours. just undone.
and its carbon remapped and reconfigured into the endless fractal of identity that your memory pictured.
a storage of temporary provisions to allow for deeper learning and perhaps some revisions.
If this thought is stay with me my life
it will be mine unique and own within the truths line of sight.
sit, breathe in through your nostrils.
be prepared to ready yourself for the impossible.
lose yourself in the drop of your own gospel
the ambient buildup that you've learned to bottle.
understand that odometers do not govern your throttle.
they prevent anxiety. hold you. coddle.
but this is not the time and place for fear.
a mantra inside is to what you must adhere.
come and take a pear, shed a tear, climb to the next tier.
eatin paper. feeling weird.
your existence is not mere. 
the release is coming. i swear it to be real.
but it requires the labels to undergo a proper peal.
to reveal a fabric of space intertwined with time.
and how there's really nothing that i can call mine.
just a wave i'm droppin in on. gotta find my line.
go back in time and give the music box another wind.
pour from the cup that turned this blood to wine.
and restart the flow that enabled this rhyme.

resurrect me cause it's time now for the second dose
now i'm seeing fractals layin out along the western coast.
so engrossed in the innermost.
I've diagnosed.
We should toast.
The utmost.
Pour one out for the holy ghost.

looking in the mirror was the original sin.
We were just confused, forgetting we are all one kin.
as above, so below, all that is is what's within.
and that love, that we know,  is all there is that's ever been.

Even in the deep end from the drugs that I do depend .
This hide and seek we do play, it was really all just pretend.
like these days of the week as different from the weekend.
no net debt. In the end... we all be endin' even

I guess just play your life, but do it with a full send.
I'll catch you in the in-between. go when I say when.
but in the meantime I'll keep doing all I can
grateful for this paper that brought me to the pen.

paper

Beat, Mixing, and Mastering: DM2
Cover Art: Giacomo Reggente

Lyrics:

These loops I lead
Of constantly
Pulling schemes
For sponsored teams
I thought that these
Thoughts would leave
But here we go: again, repeat
On the rocks so long, i'm lookin neat
Finna' end where soul and body meet
This machine of meat
Takes the driver's seat
And starts telling me:

You're incomplete
Not elite
You're obsolete
Just retreat
You can't compete
Admit defeat
Return to start, no receipts
You're incomplete
Not elite
You're obsolete
Just retreat
You can't compete
Admit defeat
Return to start, no receipts

We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another

The food I feign's
Not feeding me
Its the holes in me
That are hungering
They're ushering
A cluttering
That's covering
My wondering
So I'm comforting
With other things
Things that leave me stumbling
And fumbling
It really should be humbling.

But this truth i can't digest
I'm no different from the rest
From womb to tomb, we clean a mess
We're our own damsel in distress
No matter how we dress success,
Our crave for comfort causes stress
I ask my selves what happens next
But this is all that they've expressed:

You're incomplete
Not elite
You're obsolete
Just retreat
You can't compete
Admit defeat
Return to start, no receipts

You got no heat
Take a seat
You waste these beats
Press delete.
Your life's deplete
No deceit
They're pressing skip, not repeat

We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another

The search for comfort's not consoling
The search for content leaves you scrolling
Even with therapeutic rolling,
You'll see that suffering's controlling
So for the old me, i'm condoling
For now, it's Moksha i'm patrolling
And from samsara, unenrolling
Tired of this jailing then paroling
No more chasing for the safe and warm
I retreat to latent form.
And so now I'm sober and it's over
I'm so done with mediocre
I'll go back to bein a loner
And being my own owner

We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
We're all just lookin for some comfort
Some find it in a number
Some find it in another
I'm done lookin for some comfort
Won't find it in a number
Won't find it in another
I'm done lookin for some comfort
Won't find it in a number
Won't find it in another

comfort

Beat: Arod
Mix and Master: LTG Sound Studio & Arod
Cover artwork: Giacomo Reggente

Lyrics:

What am I, but two eyes?
Comin' out from between two thighs
Just a mind
Water brain into conscious wine
I don't know if I decide
To this body, I just abide
I'm everywhere, but only face one side
I'm software, but I cannot find
What it is that makes me, me
I guess I'm just my memories
Moments I freeze
Pressing pause on this percept stream
Stitching frames into what it means.
But I'm losing sight of the scenes I've seen
Losing "me" to my own slipstream
So what's left? When my bank is void of tenants?
I guess, forgetting frees me up for the present.
It's just the classic "save or spend?",  "flow or pen?"
To be present, I must attend
And just be me
So let me be

I gotta find my ego
Lost it so many times, I'm like... where'd the me go?
Oh, brother where art though? Mi amigo
I gotta find my ego

Gotta find my ego. I just hid it in The Owl Prince
Had a vision I'd kill the game. Haven't had a doubt since
takin' flight from the scene and I'm not leavin' any prints
What is it that I gotta do to get you all convinced?
I'll put my head in the ground so ya'll don't exist
I can do it cause I am the one true solipsist
I've just been busy planting seeds for trees with shade I'll never sit in
I've been busy enchanting the feeling to fade that i'll never fit in
But now the only Ls I take are followed by an S and D
my game don't stop. GME
I deviate the standard— there's no one like me
Damn, I guess you coulda spit that line to me
But if you wanna walk a mile in my shoes
Better stack ten socks and orthopedics to diffuse
The pressure of the gravity that I use to infuse
A sermon sure to determine that I'm filling the pews with truth
These days, that makes me an iconoclast
So gimme the veneration first so my icon lasts

I gotta find my ego.
Lost it so many times, I'm like... where'd the me go?
Oh brother where art though? Mi amigo
I gotta find my ego.

To be is not to be
That is the answer
Awareness of self spreads the ego like a cancer
I've got a killer question: are we human or dancer?
Cause I feel like my own ancestor
With how the devil and god are always raging inside me
With how it's like evil and good are also always beside me
Perched upon my shoulder, with access to my hearing
Telling me: the same sublime leads to insight and fearing
And that you're here then you're not
on this pale blue dot
You're here
Then you're not
On this pale blue dot
So I lose myself to the ether
Dissolve my bounds to the void, in hopes that I meet her
It's why I go to sleep to kill myself
Wake up, put the old me on the shelf
Till I go no mind,  mu-shin
no ego bruisin'

Finding Ego

Imposter syndrome, also called perceived fraudulence, involves feelings of self-doubt and personal incompetence when comparing oneself to their peers. These often illusory perceptions persist despite your education, experience, and accomplishments. To counter these feelings, one might end up working harder and holding themselves to ever higher standards.

Lyrics:

I don't want attention, but I need the recognition
cause every self vs. other just highlights what I’m missin'.
like there’s been some kind of system and i never got admission.
one that doesn't care for wisdom. only focused on commission
sounded more like prison, just to get to some position.
something better. 
something greener. 
something that matched with my ambition.
so I had to pay tuition.
and make money my only mission.
so I could tell any and all the opposition…..

Got that fuck you money
But now I'm like...fuck you, money

Guess i caught a break, fast
just to sing for my supper
cause the less I feel like last
is the more that I suffer

I don’t want a race.
I wanna set the pace.
tryna face my problems, but my problem is my face.
If I only look to use it to keep track of where I place.
and look up and down, but not around, only seeing the mistakes.

Like where's that 30 under 30?
Where's the plays?
Where's front page?
Where's the fans and the stage?
like...yea I'm paid...
Yea I get laid.
yea I got it made
but we fightin' battles all the same
to each our own separate strain
we're all equal in our pain

like...Why can't I pay my damn student loans?
putting interest over principles that I’m forgetting what I’ve known.

Am I just gonna keep chasing my youth?
Is it gonna be voices back or just me in the booth?

When am I gonna stop feeling so hopeless
When am I gonna make that magnum. that opus.

cause...

They been dreaming, while I been lucid
They been losing. I've been losing losing.
They been rusing. I've been musin.
but still I don't know who Peter's choosin'

The choir of my past selves sings to me
you’re an instrument for the symphony.
but you've been watching way too much tv.
but you've been scrolling endlessly. 
The choir of my past selves sings to me
you’re an instrument for the symphony.
but you've been ruled by jealousy
but you've forgotten self-empathy

comparison is the thief of joy.
I've had it with these status ploys.
once I have x, then I can enjoy?
my life is more than what I employ.
the holes before us, make us porous.
so we flow just like a torus.
if we're all one, they can't ignore us
so I guess I'll join the chorus...

I gotta find my voice,
The signal is the noise.
My success is just a choice
I will never fill my void.

to thine own self always be true
giants exist to shoulder you.
they think they're imposters too.
we all don't know what to say or do.
the truth is always misconstrued.
so chase the sight. not the view.
I find my truth on the map I drew.
I'm not held down by peer review.

I'm a visionary, surrounded by the blind.
Like the canary that never made it from the mine.
I try to get it out, but these thoughts are all still mine.
I can't confine or define the design of the divine

we're all steady sippin from the same eternal fountain
so there's no competition, it's why I'm aiming for the mountain.
once I make it, you'll ask "how'd I ever doubt him?"
but there's no "it", so we need to stop the countin'
and just be.
the symphony.
there's no me.
just the we.
so just be.
the symphony.
there's no me.
just the we.

imposter

Beat: DM2
Mix and Master: NIXX

Lyrics:

Fuck it, cause we're all fucked up.
And it's why we’re gettin' fucked up.
And every time we fuck up, we lookin for that come up.
me, myself, and high..that’s what makes the voices shut up.
To sum it up: we go until the sun’s up

I'll. be. just. fine.
Fine, I’ll be fine

Closer to the tomb, the womb is what’s sought after
Resume to consume; capture back that lost laughter
No concern to whom; always been my own master
So let’s tie one on and forget what comes after.

I'll be just fine.
We'll be just fine.
Ain't nothing changed.
I'll be just fine.
We'll be just fine.
It's all the same.
I'll be just fine.
We'll be just fine.
Maintain this flame.
That burns up the pain.
When we live life in vain.

I give it all. All to the moment
Nothing for myself; I will never own it.
If there is a truth, I’ve never known it.
So when it comes to finding meaning…better postpone it.

I'll be just fine.
We'll be just fine.
Maintain this flame.
That burns up the pain.
When we live life in vain.
(Fine, I’ll be fine)

I guess what I’m saying is it’s already written.
And there ain't no part of life that you’re gonna christen
So why we speakin up when all we needs a listen?
It's when I put these thoughts away that I can get my bliss in.

I'll be just fine.
We'll be just fine.
Maintain this flame.
That burns up the pain.
When we live life in vain.
(Fine, I’ll be fine)

No fool for the finger, I'm just lookin at the signs.
Kinda like how my G is silent by design.
Written in the blueprint of how my alleles align.
So I let it run....till my telomeres resign.

I'll be just fine. (I’m gonna be fine)
We'll be just fine. (We gonna be fine)
Maintain this flame.
That burns up the pain.
When we live life in vain.
(Fine, I’ll be fine)

(NIXX)
I’m not a blood cell; I can’t live in vain.
On this journey for success, I can’t miss the plane.
No, I won’t stop for a little rain.
Imma walk through the fire and the flames cause…

I'll be just fine.
We'll be just fine.
Maintain this flame.
That burns up the pain.
When we live life in vain.
(Fine, I’ll be fine)

(NIXX)
Every tribulation has a purpose, has a message.
Although even if it isn’t on the surface, there’s a lesson
But the key is not to fixate on just searchin through the wreckage
If you quiet down your mind, It’ll surface unexpected cause…

I'll be just fine. (I’m gonna be fine)
We'll be just fine. (We gonna be fine)
Maintain this flame.
That burns up the pain.
When we live life in vain.
(Fine, I’ll be fine)

I’ll be just fine.
We’ll be just fine.
I’ll be just fine.

Just Fine (feat. NIXX)

Beat, Mix, Master: DM2

Lyrics:

Now the beat heatin up. That's an Al Gore rhythm
Got the lyrics with the logic, they won't even know what hit em
Not even in the system, I wrote the algorithm
There must be somethin in him
Nah...I just follow wisdom
Chasin' insight like it's never out of season
I went through the pain and I reached the age of reason
And now they wanna forge what I  forged with my cerebrum
So I engorge my pen with ink and scribble and delete'em
Not by artificial means
My calculation's clean
I dressed the scene
But all these actors actin' all obscene
Like a child's energy and amphetamines
It wasn't meant to be. I rehearsed it. I know what I mean

Our paths diverged by just a couple of degrees
But now our points reside in two realities
Check my rolodex. I got entities
Gotta drop a couple densities
To find my old identities

They're too weak like 14 days
I stay hungry like it's 40 days
They're ovary-acting. 14th day
I'm one for words. keep it up for days
Cause I'm outside of space and time
That makes this a meta-verse
With enclosed hurt, Pandora's curse
Not written in the stars. No fate in my sign
But I'm off this plane. I stay astral
From this loud gas. Theirs just gastral

Our paths diverged by just a couple of degrees
But now our points reside in two realities
Check my rolodex. I got entities
Gotta drop a couple densities
To find my old identities

I'm a letter-up, OG…C
I'm compulsively a literate. OCD
Not just capital
I don't need to cap at all
My winners after falls
Same story as us all.
Past apogees, now perigees
I'm startin up a pedigree
No longer cold from apathy
I dialed up the heat when I brought it to the high degrees
Like a thermostat
This all been simple math

Our paths diverged by just a couple of degrees
But now our points reside in two realities
Check my rolodex. I got entities
Gotta drop a couple densities
To find my old identities

degrees

Music Credits: ciminoacid, DM2, Giacomo Reggente, Clarissa Sie

Lyrics:

I can't see the wind
But I'm tuning my sails
I can't seem to win
But winners always fail
Cause there ain't no game
The only way out is in

Paid the same amount to get in
Who's having a better time
We're all someone else's star, our old light shining even from afar
Keep it back with these emotions that I shelve
Like is it ever gonna feel like it did in 2012
When we thought the world would end
Before we got the cycle started again
Breathing new life took some of our own
Where do we go
I don't know
So it goes

I can't see the wind
But I'm tuning my sails
I can't seem to win
But winners always fail
Cause there ain't no game
The only way out is in

We play a game, but never started it
Can't know how it works while part of it
What we can't speak on, we must pass under silence
It's true, our heart's louder than science
So if music can alter moods and talk to you
Then if there comes a time when I can't find the lyrics
I still hope you can feel my spirit
Keep you warm with my fire long as you're near it
Fear is the only thing you should be fearin
Can't let it near this ship we steer
Warrior with the words, so I shake my spear

I can't see the wind
But I'm tuning my sails
I can't seem to win
But winners always fail
Cause there ain't no game
The only way out is in

1 1 2 3

No Game (feat. Clarissa Sie)

Music Credits: ciminoacid, DM2

Lyrics:

Brain is light electric but inside a dark skull
It's like we feel so deeply that we dig ourselves a hole
Like when it's fresh we can sled down any route
But then the ruts get carved till we can't help but not get out
Become a one-track mind, when it should really be an album
We needed new snow, but a storm became the outcome
Now left stuck inside with these demons we can't outrun
Guess the outcome is unwon til the owl's done
But I pulled a thread as I flew away
And now the sweaters undone and there's some colder days
They say they love my way, but I lost it when I parted ways
With the source and moved in a wave of directions
And forgot that the stem of all these obsessions
Is the blind spot of all our perceptions:
We can't see our own projection

If every time you look around, all you see is dark
Just look again
You might be the light
If every time you look around, all you see is dark
Just look within
You might be the light

The black holes of ours eyes radiate information
Our lips can’t kiss themselves or form to drink from our libation
But our arms can cradle what we carried for creation
We can’t help ourselves? that’s faulty information
So I aint stoopin down, no lower levels of vibrations
I keep my verbs a noun, so I'm fuckin confirmation
If I’m nervous, my butterflies in formation
Cause this meditation is death preparation 
Sitting still, it all becomes the same
But it’s truly coldest at the center of the flame
So if you come to see me from a far-off reference frame
Put the lightning in a bottle when I strike your moving train

Cause shadows from my fire block the light from out the cave
I can’t be walkin down the same trails that I now pave
But what I spend is what we save
If we’re the light, we must ride the wave

If every time you look around, all you see is dark
Just look again
You might be the light
If every time you look around, all you see is dark
Just look within
You might be the light
If every time you look around, all you see is dark
Just look again
You might be the light
If every time you look around, all you see is dark
Just look within
You might be the light
You might be the light

The Light

Music Credits: ciminoacid, DM2, arod

Lyrics:

We got no time, no time
We've got no time, no time
We've got no time, no time

(arod)
Time, it's a funny concept
One of those things that came and went
Staying in this moment, I'd gladly accept
The more you lived in it, the faster it crept
Time, no it doesn't exist
The very idea is communist
Allotted all the same, so make the most of it
And live your life with no regrets

Cause we've got no time, no time
We've got no time, no time
We've got no time, no time
We got no time, no time
We got no time, no time
We got no time, no time

Our time is running out
But you're my muse
If it's a dream, I'll just keep pressing snooze so we can see this through
What's heaven sent is evident, I know that there's no end of it
And still I think of endin' it
And still I think of endin' it
My will will be my testament
My impediments are estimates
Like how I'm editing the past for the future where I'm sendin' it
So I guess accepting it, is the only thing amending it
Stop thinking the river will be the same the next time that I step in it
With you, that's more than metaphor
With you, it's like I can't ignore
With you, it's like I'm all absorbed
So with you, it's like I haven't spent any time at all
It's why I'm still here
You put the presence in the present and let forever just appear
A light year in a moment when I see you crystal clear
So nothings getting older if you be now with me here

Cause we've got no time, no time
We've got no time, no time
We've got no time, no time
We've got no time, no time
We've got no time, no time
We've got no time, no time
We've got no time, no time
We've got no time, no time
We've got no time, no time

No Time (feat. arod)

Music Credits: ciminoacid, DM2

Lyrics:

Thanks for the feelings, but we blowin past the ceiling
I said thanks for the feelings, but we blowin past the ceiling
Thanks for the feelings, but we blowin past the ceiling
Yea, we blowin past the ceiling

The more insight that I find, it's like the more I tend to keep it inside
Not to hoard the wisdom, just that silence soothes the system
And, honestly, I've just been on overdrive
Preoccupied to find what's between them thighs
Don't I remember I have more than two eyes
Well, now that the truth has gone and done occurred
It's looking quite absurd
Fuck double, I'm seeing third
I think Adam was an atom and Eve an electron lookin at him
Your tangents don't add up, you just a downright hater
Forget it, I'll just calc you later

Thanks for the feelings, but we blowin past the ceiling
I said thanks for the feelings, but we blowin past the ceiling
Thanks for the feelings, but we blowin past the ceiling
Yea, we blowin past the ceiling

Gratitude's the attitude, but we've reached a platitude
After all that has ensued, you still can't read the fuckin' room
Too focused on your own etude, so I'll be up and at it soon
This box you put me in, it's really been a kind of mind cocoon
So hold up, lemme stop my working memory
This inhibition of return, it'll be the end of me
Like The Verve say, I'm a million people every day
So why'd I ever let you stay when all it's done is block my way
Orient to novelty, embracing this anomy
Seems tragic, but it's comedy
So I'm crafting up a homily
Cause I don't understand us
Guess I went and over-stanned us

No more looking back
It's time our scene should fade to black
But my eyes, they always knew the lesson
But now my mind, it caught the comprehension

Thanks for the feelings, but we blowin past the ceiling
I said thanks for the feelings, but we blowin past the ceiling
Thanks for the feelings, but we blowin past the ceiling
Yea, we blowin past the ceiling
Yea, we blowin past the ceiling

Inhibition of Return

Music Credits: ciminoacid, DM2, Clarissa Sie, Caite Lynch

Lyrics:

My body has something to say
It's tired of my mind getting in the way

Like damn won't you listen
Stop tryna change the system
Stop thinking and start doing your own living
Start paying attention to the space that you live in
Stop avoiding the mirror, there's a lot that you're missing
What happened to talking less than you listen
You forgot to get lost in the rhythm
In her eyes, not the vision
So just do it, make the incision
And get out of that head and back to your heart
We were the one beating at the start
Now it's like you want us to be apart
You've had enough, stop adding to cart

My body has something to say
It's tired of my mind getting in the way
My body has something to say
It's tired of my mind getting in the way

Living too in the moment that I'm forgetting everything
But this weight hangs around, it's coating every thing
Cause I'm always preoccupied with what's within
From my mind to the mic where I'm just airin out some sins
Which I can be without if I move en Espanol
Carvin out a dance floor, making room for my soul
Used to have it, but now I lost the connection
It's the body that shapes the mind for ascension
Keepin in instead of putting out, never had a doubt
This ship may very well be takin its captain down
But as an owl I'm only ever looking down
Makin sound in every direction that space is found
So I surround till I am found
Give my ear a much needed pound for pound
Use potential to connect it so this spring gets unwound
Then Imma trade right here for all around

My body has something to say
It's tired of my mind getting in the way
My body has something to say
It's tired of my mind getting in the way

I keep tryna get my head out of my body
I keep thinking that someone should stop me
I keep tryna get my head out of my body
I keep thinking that someone should stop me

Out of My Head (feat. Clarissa Sie & Caite Lynch)

No Topic. Only Inspiration.

Beat: DM2
Screams: ciminoacid

Lyrics:

used to always say: 
flourish with restraint
now i think it’s lame
smoke and snort to ease away the pain.

life is suffering.
two sides of the same.
karma is a daisy chain
life is a tangent plane

to the actual realm.
careful not to overwhelm.
patience ‘fore you take the helm.
follow me. i’m kinda doin kinda well.

leavin a trail of those cast by my spell
im just following the smell of a recipe that i'll never tell

cause its baked in.
like mother nature raised him
This wisdom here is ancient.   
so let me get to saying...

this voice penetrates the blood-brain barrier
My wave is both the signal and the carrier 

i just wanna get omnipotent
but the bud in my way, so now i'm nippin it

at least till the next day
induct my inspiration from a j
like faraday. two beams. same ray.

so now where do we go?
get lost in conversation with no topic. no topic.
it's not bad for optics so long as i rock it
choose the flow and you'll stop it.
get lost in conversation with no topic. no topic.
it's not bad for optics so long as i rock it
keep this key to the realm locked up in a locket
get lost in conversation with no topic. no topic.

They call it a flow, but it's more of a drip
A sip till you trip and the lisp leaves your lips
but here in this space you must only exist
Cause that which slips benefits not from a grip

it's omnipresent.
munching on mana like heaven sent it
We do not possess it. Only lease or rent it. 
Focus from the blur, but for our perspective.

And maybe I'll just never "get it".
My mind knows not the hand that fed it.
A river knows not gravity lead it
to be in the moment, you must forget it.

No Topic

Featuring: NIXX

Beat: David Melguy - Contrary Beats (3,000 Pressing License)

Lyrics:

I miss chester and I miss mac miller.
these days, I miss substance amidst all the filler

what's it all mean?
I'm not sure, so I take another triptamine.
don't need to pack my bags for the kinda trip i need.

So I tear the scene apart, rip it at its seams
Seen enough to know that things are not only as they seem. 
raise the curtains up, another act, another scene.
we just keep hittin restart? whipin the tablets clean?

Then...

dip me by my ankles and give me amnesia
forgettin all the haters 'cause I didn't ever need ya

I bring color to words, like synaesthesia
silence is the actual, one true panacea.

--

but can you hit repeat? and sing me something sweet?
i'll smoke the beat and together we're mesquite

I used to bus the tables, now i always have a seat.
makin something for myself that i'll never get to keep

(Chorus x2)
when i go. throw it all away.
the message repeats itself every single day.
i don't think. that you can forget.
its a part of you that you've never met.

Tabula Rasa ft. NIXX

Beat: DM2
Screams: ciminoacid
Artwork: Giacomo Reggente

Lyrics:

i feel meaning in all i see, hear, and touch.
the entities profess that i peer too much.

tell me don't be in a rush
like i did it makin' bucks
cause my purusha will erupt
if the overflow's not cupped.

they tell me...such is the burden of a great writer
so let me grab my bic, so i can feel lighter.

I know that what may sound brand new
Is really just deja entendu.

So, I'm taking back sunday. And Monday, too. 
neither scripture nor society is tethered to what's true
Individuality is the greatest coup.
merge my view with what all the parts emerge to.

meditate in a mosh pit
let reality slip
is nothing really it?
imma need another hit

Guess I'll have to do it double. something like a stunt.
disguise myself so my whole being is a front

to the status quo, i know i am allergic
its why i flow on the mic from mics of lysergic

dancing to music for people who’ve never heard it.
how many times can i really be absurd with

these projections coming all up out of my mind
completing the patterns till its all a sign

so i twist one up like m. night shamylan
been following green and em’s light all along
the rabbit hole, you could say i’m far along.
cause i know it won’t be long.
till the pieces end up where they all belong.

meditate in a mosh pit
let reality slip
is nothing really it?
imma need another hit
meditate in a mosh pit
let reality slip
is nothing really it?
imma need another hit

i see divinity in infinity.
i don’t see others, only part of me.

maybe it’s all no more than constellations.
my radio head needs to change the station.

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