4 TRACKS... 
ALL SELF PROD + MIXED BY YOURS TRULY, MK ULTRA.

鉄雄 (Tetsuo Shima)

(VERSE 1)
here we are again i see you've came to grab a row
while playing strange symphonies while travelling or home
mystic sounding creep im speaking through this radio
sticky honey delve deeper through the head you call your own
i'm a solid god impersonator probing for some perseverance
while he's gone fishing at the thought of being overlooked
i've got some ingenuity never seen till mars
observed in his community still writing them...
seminars seen written on his dominant palm
pay him a nickel or a dime at the pond
its the average wooden board wielding psychopath at the park
sprouting doomsday propaganda you tell your kids all about
that's him
 
(VERSE 2)
walking this triathlon, with many moons my orbit zone
i'm always gone i'm never home, you leave me the fuck alone
i'm talking from my palms some more, rambling in graphite sticks
while battling a fragment of this spiritual abandoning
whoever be the handler of these innard stained bones
a message from the intercom a spill on aisle four
this year i met a couple people tryna de-encrypt the code
but they busy lack my key written under tombstones
i'm lacking social queues like i bought the vip pass
while mastering a speech of tongues foreign to the universe
reciting cosmic wisdom in the centre of my solar system
apparitions present being real i think they're always there
sometimes i find my body melting while i sit and stare
i'm everything all while this super-ego unaware
breathing in n out the macrocosm let me guess
real vulnerable in nights a queen keep me in check
i'm passing out and passing out and passing out again
power hungry with the way i'm speaking ignorance
i keep on talking even over sixteen bars
omnipresent my father told me this world it could be yours
pervasive i'm entrenched in humankind's dying breath
deep-rooted folklore call me Kuma Lisa
phantasmagoria i'm dreaming way too vividly
passing out, passing out chorus infinity
passing out, passing out chorus infinity
passing out, passing out chorus infinity
passing out, passing out chorus infinity
blacking out, phantasmagoria remember me

DREAM CHORUS

and i, get it
oh i know

small tongue, small world
same boy, new girl
soul lunge, vacant
some days never getting any z’s in it
i wear masks just to cover the raw flesh
stuttering a flow all applause it’s gorgeous
talking to the people, claiming independence
like it’s penicillin to these motherfuckers im the heavens
mind made veins ever since an adolescent
visually appearing on the frames i was given
i could hear it in they speech, come on listen close
put the devil in the record no more praying for jehovah
it’s overflowing through the body rigamo
girl say that there’s real bad spirits in the throat
boy say that he’s fine that it’s probably the dome
as he’s shacked wide smile scares off all opposed
 
and i, get it
oh i know
and i, get it
oh i know
 
tell em that it’s on sight baby i been cuffed like that
sail up from the seven seas running just like frank
mortifying way i rap while i dividing other rappers
sugar honey iced tea while the eyes widen
ultra stepping through an awful sorta mist
repeated from the core for that stronger emphasis
hold down speak infinity the numbers seer the skin
remind me of my old folk incarceration
swear the phantoms looking at me, family rise around me
i could barely scratch the surface with the otherworld surrounding
dreaming of a fantasy the pills im forgetting
witnessing the room mold masks armageddon
and he said, listen i am mk ultra
look me in my eyes as he pulled me closer
said you am i in ethereal tongue
and fled to its host all forgotten we are one, i am ultra

VACANT

won't you stay, cleopatra?
don't you run away
memories fade
but forever you'll stay...


many miles between the peaks of the valley lay fourth
i been a couple times to and fro in my course
of course im not the same ever-after since the passing
often more a dissident than he'd prolly care conform
if walls could bear my secrets i'd be shuddering for days
isolated some in caves carving words it couldn't speak
customarily he's charting old roads since eroded
it's damn hard to remember so the boy is stuck in focus
i'm taking time off, speaking all my truths since
hallucinating outlines shaded in the mist
contemplating a reply for contacts maybe missed
haunting deep within this iphone with contacts buried in
daily calling back, damn im thinking stupid
good chance never even talking to a human
you know it never really sinks deep in the dome
when you can't take your dead friends name out your phone