I'M NOT A BROKE MAN
BROKEN ON THE OLD LAND
PANNING FOR GOLD MAN
A STRANDING ALONE MAN
NO SIGNAL ON MY PHONE MAN
TO OLD FOR THAT MAN
NOT REMINISCENT
OF MY OLD MAN
I'M JUST MY OWN MAN

CHEMICAL REACTIONS
ARE BREAKING THE CYCLE
FASHIONED DISCIPLED
SHATTERED THE FAITHFUL
HANDFUL OF DICE
ROLLED
ENABLE THE TRANSCRIPTIOON
OF FABLES
TO SAIL
VISION
APPEARED
SLIGHTLY PIXELATED
MADE CLEAR
INCREASE THE DEFINITION
TURN THE DIAL
WITH SWITCHES FLIPPIN'
DEFINITION
LISTEN
ISN'T
JUST EFFECIENT
BITTEN DESCRIPTIONS
THAT'S MISSING
A HIDDEN TRUTH
THAT SEPERATES
LIKE DILUTING
A SIMILAR FAITH
JUST TO EXTRACT
THE LOOT
WITH THE 
APPERANCE
OF MAINTAING
A REGULAR FACE
ON THE CORNER OF A STREET
DISPLACED

I'M NOT A BROKE MAN
BROKEN ON THE OLD LAND
PANNING FOR GOLD MAN
A STRANDING ALONE MAN
NO SIGNAL ON MY PHONE MAN
TO OLD FOR THAT MAN
NOT REMINISCENT
OF MY OLD MAN
I'M JUST MY OWN MAN



I'M IN THE USUAL
 STATE
LIKE TRUTH SERUM
EXTRAPOLATES
TORTURED SELF
SO WILLING WITH
TALES TO ACCOMODATE
SO FROM THAT LEARNED
LIKE HOT KNIVES
TO HOT PLATES
AND FINGERS BURNED
INSERTED IN VERSE
OBSEVATION OBSOLETE
OFTEN LEAVES
A BURST OF IGNORANCE
FROM OTHER PEOPLES
WORDS
THAT SERVED
TO LEVEL GROUND
LIKE PALESTINE
CLOUDED MINDS
BORN OF A GOD THAT LOVES
THAT CAN SOMEHOW
CONDONE GENOCIDE
I SWING WIDE
BRING IT BACK
TO ITS NARROW
SIDE LINE
OF WORDS THAT RHYME
AND ENTWINE A BEAT
I SIDE
WITH MANY POETS
THAT DON'T HAVE
THE CHANCE TO SPEAK
THE BLEAK INTERJECTION
OF 
INTERNAL
 RESSURECTION
A DOPE SESSION
CONFESSING AS A BLESSING
THAT'S MIC'D
EXPRESSING
I LIKE
 MYSELF
CAUSE 
I'M NICE
AND I WRITE
TO FIGHT
FOR THE CHANCE
TO IGNITE
LIKE PLASTIC BINS
ALL THE CRAP WITHIN
LEFT DISCARDED
NOW HAPPENING
THE NATURAL SAVAGE
LATHERED IN
HIS OWN BLOOD
FROM LACERATING
FLOWS
SO NOW THEY FLOW
LIKE INCISIONS
WITHOUT DESCISIONS
JUST HARD WORK
WITH 10 PERCENT WISHING
MULTIPLE POSITIONS
TO ALTERNATE ANGLES
SUPER SAIYEN
GOD MODE
LEAVING THE FLESH MANGLED
I'M A TRAINER
FOR REAL
THE REST ARE
SKATING IN SANDALS

I'M NOT A BROKE MAN
BROKEN ON THE OLD LAND
PANNING FOR GOLD MAN
A STRANDING ALONE MAN
NO SIGNAL ON MY PHONE MAN
TO OLD FOR THAT MAN
NOT REMINISCENT
OF MY OLD MAN
I'M JUST MY OWN MAN
 CAN'T FIND MY WAY BACK MAN

HEY MAN  bEAT bY MF.FATZI

half arsed lyrics to probably my first beat of the year

THE LIGHTS WERE TRAINED
TO FADE THE VEINS
 MAKE FLESH
FUFILL ITS FORM
DELETE OPAQUE
NO LONGER LINES
TO INFILTRATE
AND LEAVE YOU SPOONED
AS POSTURE DEFLATES
IN A LOST HAZE
THE PENS LIGHT
IN  THE LOST DAYS
AS YA LIFE FIGHTS
AND THE CHOICE SPLAYED
THE CURVE OF A KNIFE BLADE
YOUR LIGHT ON CALORIES
BUT YOU'RE WAY DOWN
LACKING THE WEIGHT
NO SURVIVAL
TO BE WEIGHED DOWN
FLOATING THROUGH LIFE
BUT YOU'RE FACE DOWN
IN THIS OLD TOWN
OF SHADOWS
THAT TOWERS
BUILT FROM SOME
GOLDEN BROWN
TEXTURE LIKE SUN
LAYS ME DOWN
 SIMILAR FROWNS
IT'S SO LOUD
THAT IT DROWNS OUT
LIKE A DARK CLOUD
WHEN IT PISSES DOWN
AND IT RUNS OUT
THE SLEEVES





 BLANK CANVAS
ON WHICH TO MANAGE
ALL THAT'S COME 
TO PASS
AS DAMAGE
THE LAST 
LAVISH
AFTERNOON
THAT'S AVERAGE
CONSUMED
BY LESS IS MORE
THE NOTHING WANTS
OF A SAVAGE
IN ENDLESS FORM
CHANGING
UNTIL OBSERVATION
SETS THE FACE
YOUR LEFT WITH
SALVATION
IMPRESSES WITH
THE LACK OF PRESSURE
WITH NO CHOICE
NO VOICE TO POISE
OVER A PRECIPICE
AND SLOW THE TRAIN DOWN
THE TRACKS WORN
THE FRICTIONS SLICK
THE ACTS BORN
BEFORE TIME
TO QUESTION IT
WAS IT INSTINCT
OR REALLY LESS 
OF IT
HEAVY THOUGHTS
 MESSES WITH
 THE BEST OF IT
PROMISED OUTCOMES
THERE'S LESS OF IT
YOU NEED MORE
TO BALANCE
ASSESSMENTS
OF POSITION 
OPPOSITE
RUNNING PARALLEL
ADJACENT PLACING
PACING

Watered down



Long distance rummaging rapper type of fella, who needed beats so decided to try and make his own from the nefarious world of bargain vinylment. Lost track of time and realised he'd forgotten to write the words he was creating to support. Now on a mission without the time he can never find, he jigsaws verse and beats at glacial speed for fun often miss-laying the final piece- but happy in the knowledge there's fullfilment in the incomplete.

If your hearing things and wishing it was an instrumental, drop a line and i'll try to get it sorted folks.

Thanks!
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Toolage : Mpc 1000, 2500, 1210's, Microphones,Vinyl addiction,Pens, Paint, People, Computers, Freebie stickers, and other bits of shizz i'll include as they get used. 

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