Bright Shadows off of Creature Dreams EP (Brainfeeder) OUT NOW!

Bright Shadows

Jagger

“WATER”

Pop
http://www.myspace.com/craftspells
Indie &amp; Electro


Craft Spells - Your Tomb

ft (atlas): https://soundcloud.com/atlas
beat (ILL G-Beatz): https://soundcloud.com/ill-g-beatz
lyrics:
(dismissedfit)
sometimes my thoughts come out lost in translation
drugs accommodating the loss and isolation
degradation of this generation. so with zero hesitation 
I seize the nomination, and please conduct a thorough investigation
of the style and skills, no ill-wills but I treat beats like it's Kill Bill
thrills the rave heads get from popping pills
keep dropping head nodding, beat knocking, sweet talking 
walk in with the mind state of a g, quotes from alchemy 
if talk is cheap we must of painted it gold
here's how the legend goes 
two men carrying the globe on their back 
atlas on the track with misfit spitting crack for the masses
greener passes for the manic depressant dope dopamine peasant
always present in the presence tense, a reflex I repent and reflect
for hours, enhancing my powers. allow us to preview the proud prowess
the gods endowed us lyrically gifted, spiritually uplifted 
torn between the music I love and the life we living 
head spinning, drink binging a poet alcoholic 
a watchamacallit 
(atlas)
sometimes my thoughts carve words in the rosetta stone
etching ancient messages and questioning the metronome
until my awkward footing starts to slip and i regret the whole
establishment i've padded with translations of the lesser-known
so you can try to rip my hands off of your weak cd
i'll be yelling "fuck laissez-faire and fuck that peace treaty!"
i don't need to be greedy to defeat a meek, needy mc
and proceed to overwrite the disc with tighter shit (hahaha)
it's like titus and leonidas arrived upon a fighter ship
stumbled each upon a fucking mic to grip
irises expanding as the rhymes align with tidal winds
and forces from the galaxy consort with every line that's spit
so i'm holding on the pen like it's a safety rail
moving syllables with force to make a train derail
faking confidence and following a snaking trail
through passages of affluence with aforementioned rain and hail

just trying to find an ending to this passage
that isn't death or neglegence or existential madness
so, floating in my raft through this ocean of posits
i'll remain here as a whatchamacalit... a whatchamacalit

watchamacallit ft. atlas (prod. ILL G-Beatz)

Produced by Mantra

https://itunes.apple.com/nz/album/have-a-great-summer/id1237521299

Jagger

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