You ever ask yourself the meaning, or wonder why it's there?
Ever push on all the boundaries, and reach beyond the fear?
Have you ever been so anxious that you started seeing spots?
Then, maybe you should start connecting lines to all those dots.

Grab hold of the illusion, form it solid, give it texture
Speak without exhaling, pop the contents under pressure
Pour it out, bottoms up, don't keep your feelings bottled up
You can always rely on peace of mind to protect you

Never trust a man who still smells clean at five pm
If he never breaks a sweat, then he never keeps a friend
Hold your journal close, be careful what you share
Most poets don't know how to cook, they'll eat all your ideas

They smile with all their teeth, and over reach to shake your hand
Tripping over their own feet at any chance to get ahead
It's not really nice to meet, there's no reason to pretend
When your motive is to cheat an honest man out of his ends

If your ship's stuck in a bottle, there's no room for you to sail
So, I'm cutting through your blubber, I'm harpooning the whale
I'm pretty good at winning but, I've mastered how to fail
Soon as I figure how to pick the lock, I'm back in jail

I do it for the Gipper, do it for the under dog
Just a blinking lighthouse in an ocean full of fog
Since, most fail to notice that a pigeon is a dove
I'm exposing all the dirt and grime they sweep under the rug
I've always liked a challenge that's why i be showing love 
It's much easier to hate on somebody than big them up

But, you gotta play dumb cause the wise be getting euthanized
Just take a look at how the King Martin Luther died
It's hard not to see that the wolf's covered in sheep hide
So, I like to leave the doors to my perception open wide

Call yourself hard cause you push around what's delicate
You can throw stones but, you can't nudge a megalith
I'm hungry for new knowledge, an appetite of an elephant
so, I stay eating planets at the table of elements

Bring life to the dead and company to the alone
Blow music through a flute widdled from a hollow bone
In order to feel connected, I borrow more than I own
I'm guided by ancient spirits who carry me on a throne

So, ask yourself the meaning, wonder why it's there.
Push on all the boundaries and reach beyond the fear.
Have you ever been so anxious that you started seeing spots?
Then, maybe you should start connecting lines to all those dots.

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Lyrics by O. Scampoli
Produced by B. Bell





SPOTS

Romen Rok and Brendan Bell﻿ are a rapper and producer duo based in both NYC/RI. 

"You're gonna hate this fucking song, enjoy it." -Romen Rok

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THIS IS RAP

Weird Heads covered by strange faces
Look familiar but you just cant place them
Chin stretched and eyes vacant
Aliens living in high places

I just seen you last week now your whole image switched
Can't recognize your face cause it's swollen like a puffer fish
Used to be my friend but now you appear as a stranger
Now your chin is smaller than a chip and dale rescue ranger
These folk don't believe that all men are created equal
That's why change their faces into a race of lizard people
Sincerely yo that shits crazy
Cause under that thin membrane of latex your skins scaly
High up in the clouds they feel safer
They got a private elevator on top of the skyscraper
With a high tech shuttle that shoot them into space
Cause anti gravity helps with wrinkles on the face
They do it for beauty by any means
Just to be seen in enquirer magazine
They poking out their lips to appear overtly sexual
But they just look like some extraterrestrials
It ain't nothing but new age segregation
They want us to think that between us there is no relation

Weird Heads covered by strange faces
Look familiar but you just cant place them
Chin stretched and eyes vacant
Aliens living in high places

behind that stretchy skin made of synthetic plastic
I see a somber face brittle as an old elastic
They can't see clearly cause the live  up in the clouds
They got money In their eyes like penny from pee wees playhouse
greedy man don't want the poor people following
So they cut their bodies open and fill them with collagen
They want you to stare and call them a freak
It makes them feel powerful knowing their not the meek
They want me to think that their different but I won't
I give them only love cause that's what hurts them most
And yo they're like aliens we can't trust
Cause They living out of place out of reach out of touch
there ain't much about ya that's attractive I'm sorry.
When your trying to look like a real life Barbie
Carving your face open features re arranged
It's a shame how money can change you into something strange
If you see them on the street don't stress
Just stand clear don't interfere with these weird heads

I don't want to chance my place 
with a different face
or slice by numbers
looking like a sack of skin 
full of collagen yelling put me under
i dont wanna kncok you down, 
we're just clowing around
but it makes me wonder
how exactly do wee seem to you 
through your swollen view
do we look like

Weird Heads covered by strange faces
Look familiar but you just cant place them
Chin stretched and eyes vacant
Aliens living in high places

WEIRD HEADS

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Romen Rok is an mc/artist based in Brooklyn NYC. He writes the rhymes.

www.hopnoodleproductions.com

Brendan Bell is a musician/producer/artist based in Rhode Island, he makes the beats.



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