PURE (prod. bailey daniel)

This song was particularly about questioning myself why I even write down my thoughts or feelings and if it actually helps me or not,  I delve into my own self-sabotaging tendencies and draw a grey conclusion to my question that it helps me understand myself to write out my problems, but at the cost of emotionally hurting myself more by confronting my issues. All in all I believe it is beneficial in the long run as it has made me more resilient and aware of my downfalls/weaknesses, and in posting this song I hope to help other people who feel or think the same way I do, who haven't been able to articulate or find the right words to say.

Beat made by moezeph (beats per moezeph)


Lyrics:

Yeah 

Yeah
Hard hitter

I dropped a couple of tabs
Got lost in the forest
Only way I'm leaving holy
Is if I get filled with bullets 
Overstimulated
Mind been losing storage
Push for isolation 
Lost focus of what's important
So

Back and forth in 
Mind I pace
Search of a trace 
For 
Inner strength
Had a taste 
Can’t replace 
This
Empty space 

This
Empty space 

Uh
Yeah

And I hope 
To spread the love coast to coast
Be the grossest host to boast
Like honey on toast
I'm runny with flows 
Crowin’ low blows, 
Snow throws reload to
Make a bloke, choke 
In front of his folks
No joke

I'm poking bears off the premises 
An apprentice with prejudice
In a delicate edifice
filled with menacing messages
And a venomous nemesis
In a closet of skeletons
Clogging up the entrances
Wonder 

If I created 
The mindset stated 
I seem persuaded 
Emotions jaded
Thoughts feeling vacant
Well
Is this related?
I Don't
Want to say it 
These feelings invaded 
In the dark they waited
Remaining negated 
Demodulated all of my happiness
Soon dictated my distress
Bottled feelings to compress
Memories I have repressed
True thoughts I can not express
Nonetheless 
I regress
 
To pace 
Back and forth in my
Mind search of a trace for
Inner strength
Had a taste 
Can’t replace 
This 
Empty space 

This (This )
Empty space 

Well 
(Yeah)
Uh 
(Well)

I'm alright 
I feel contrite 
In spite 
Hold a light 
Burnin’ away all my darkness
But I'm really exhausted
And it feels like 
I'm running out of all of my options

And it feels like 
I'm running out of all of my options


*Chorus*


Talk about emotions
I must be insane 
Let you see through
My window pain and
Learn the fact
I don't how how to act 
Compartmentalize my feelings 
From the pain in the past 
I Smash it fast  
Pick up shards to eat the glass
Slice my mouth
As I begin to doubt 
This existence 
Go down another stout
In the corner find my brain in a drought
Stick my finger in a pie 
Little boy blue stitches on his eyes
Remain disguised
Hide from all my lies 
Distracted and hypnotized
Won't compromise
No

Pondering what would be written in my epitaph
Staring at this fence of slats 
Fighting fear and loathing bats
Cannot seem to face the facts 
Don't know where my mind is at
But if you find it, you might see my address
Etched slightly into the side of my hippocampus 
I'd appreciate a letter, a text, call or fax
And if you mail it to me 
I'll pay you back for the stamps

Maybe we could chat a while
Sit behind our keyboards 
Typing back and forth 
Send electrons underneath the sea-floor
And if you get fatigued 
As your eyes start to get sore
We can put your audio on stream
As you start to fall asleep
With your forehead on the keys
Write commands in your mind 
Coding all your lucid dreams

Write commands in your mind 
Coding all your lucid dreams

Write commands in your mind 
Coding all your lucid dreams


So I will take my leave
May you rest in peace

So I will take my leave
May you rest in peace

I will take my leave
May you rest in peace
 

*First half of chorus*


Hope you have a terrific day and positive week :)

- Neu7ron

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PACING

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PACING - Neu7ron

Written and performed by Ultra_eko
Produced by SYKO
Mixed and mastered by Adam Lewis

Seventh Day - Lyrics 

And on the seventh day
God finished his work which he had made
And he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made - 

I never made a prayer
And if I did I got a list of grievances 
Stretch back to when I was a kid 
Sat in Sunday school
Teacher said ‘head down
Read the book of Genesis’
Sneak a peak
See his  hands snaking up inside my Mother’s dress
Thought that was the reason that we lost our spot in Eden 
What would Dad have said? 
He were just outside 
6 feet deep 
under the ground 
In that MDF coffin 
Mum paid  quarterly 
20 pack of Superking 
Left the In 
Left breast pocket
Fake  Rolex 
wrapped around the wrist
Poor old Dad
always sick and coughing 
Morning noon night
Had my mum lose her mind
She pray that 
the end be near and 
knew that prayer been heard
When he start to make 
Early morning visits to the loo
Holding to a gold leafed 
Gideon’s New Testament
Before it has always been a dog eared copy of the classifieds 
Inside of which he hid the latest issue of the Mayfair readers wives
Now when he wasn’t coughing
Did not stop banging on the lord almighty Jesus Christ
Mum felt between a hard  place and a rock 
Until another holy man arrived 
To help her with the heartache 

(Chorus)
On the seventh day,
Yeah, on the seventh day,
On the seventh day, on the seventh day
Yeah, he rested on the seventh day

The man brought his own holy book
Had me read aloud from it
While  he led my mum for confession in the cupboard underneath the stairs

Actually I’d seen him once before
When we blew a tire on the car 
He was there putting on a spare
I threw my hands in the air,
singing ‘praise be the lord upon us’
The man had turned to me 
all deadly serious 
and said
There weren’t such thing 
As accidents 
Everything was God’s will 
It didn’t sit right 
To a bright boy 
With many  questions
that needed answering 
Soon after that 
I started to accost 
unsuspecting adults 
from the church 
Who had stopped by the house checking 
if mum needed any help 
I used to corner them and ask
Could you please assist me with 
some confusion 
Cos my teacher In 
The Sunday school 
say that God be all around
But on the telly there be 
Kids out in Africa all
Sick  and starving  
And he ain’t  nowhere to be found 
Apparently God done built the world in 
Seven days flat
Even found the time to take a day off 
When he sat and did Jack
On the seventh day, 
When god had finished all his work which he had made,

Chorus 

Remind me of that man who said he came from out of town 
Laying down a driveway in our garden 
with a bit of tarmac on a bed of sand 
took my mum for two and half grand 
knowing well that my dad was sick and 
couldn’t get himself up 
and out the bed 
What’s more I’d done  all of the leg work 
running back and forth with 
cups of tea ; 
Didn’t even get a tip 
twelve months later 
flowers  growing up and out the driveway which is now all wobbly
We living in a world suffering from tsunamis, hurricanes 
Droughts and earthquakes; 
pestilence and famine, 
lots of heartache 
It seemed so obvious to me 
that God had bodged it all up 
and then he’d done a runner 
Knew he done us all a wrong ‘un
That was why he sent his son down 
try and  smooth it all over
Instead the Romans 
strung him on a cross
Sending back a message
It was you who messed this all up 
now you best come back  on over

The Seventh Day - Kitchen Sink Dramas - Track 1

stephaintdeadyet! - PURE (sethofearth flip)

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Lyrics: 

Yes I know we all got
Preconditions 
Childhood remmonitions
They give us all premonitions 
Based on cultural decisions
We follow them blindly, no revision
Now all I want is you to listen 
Wait. What do I mean by you? 
Have I been talking to myself?
Or have I been talking through,
These characters on the paper?
Ink spread out, to save for later 
Whenever I don't feel that great or
Feel like go grabbing a razor




Writing manuscripts in Hieroglyphs 
These honest writs of selfishness
But I would rather perish in Paris
Embarrassed from sharing my feelings 
Though the eiffel tower is greeting 
Seeing the brighter side from sight at the top

I will never stop dropping bombs 
Ringing your bells like Notre Dame
Won’t stay calm for long
While I’m ripping it back to ancient times 
Soar to greece to find 
A piece of sorts 
Empirical lyrical legions
Conceiving the best rhymes
On a fractured tablet 
Encoded but I done cracked it 
The fact that you now imagine 
A fraction of these thoughts passing
Is crashing your hard drive



Feel like #007
Nevermind #005
My eye been blinding me to my options
But I don’t want to be at a desk sitting intolerant
To be bothered with a moderate conference
The preponderant conglomerate 
Offering nothing but lies
Hollering for their side
We designed only to fight right?

Instead of build each other up 
And wishing all with good luck 
We smilin’ down when they drownin’
Like we never gave a fuck in the first place
Like you wanting head on the first date
Like why I wear a mask to hide my true face


Have a fantastic day! :D

-Neu7ron

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April Fools (Prod. Warrum_es)

ah yeah (p. javi beats)

SANCTUARY

if you aint bobbing ur head theres something wrong with you

anti-gravity (techno mix)

"The 7OH2 Saga, Vol. 1" is the first collection of songs produced by 7OH2 with various features. This is 7OH2's first official EP, and definitely isnt the last ;)

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