What It Is (TGB)

The Green Bottle

Nostalgia

I Love You Again

I Hate You. I Love You

On My Way To Berlin

Generational Love

Best In The Business

Ain't Like That

You Should Know

Wrong Or Right

Once Upon A Time

The Outcome

For The Homies (feat. DJ Quik)

Raised by Dope

Right now Beaten Hills are buzzing over recent explorations into bluesy sounds and new meters for lyrical rhymes. This one takes a dash of green to the times when saying goodbye feels too blue. 

[Verse]
Viridian circuits, a vineyard of vectors, I vine through the grid,
Q lines meet K in the canopy; V is the sap I transmit.
Scaled-dot arbory calculus—softmax selecting the sprigs,
GELU is drizzle on gradients—gliding the path where I live.
LayerNorm balances bark and the heartwood—temper the tilt,
Residual bridges of cedar—two planks over gulfs I once built.
Charts of position in sine on the rings of the timber I tread,
Mask like a fern on the future—conceal what should never be fed.
PCB meadow in malachite—CUDA shoots run in the loam,
KV conservatory breathing the context—retaining the tone.
Adam with betas like beekeepers—honeyed updates to the load,
Warmup like spring for the schedule; then olives for cooling the node.
Six planets into wisdom—Kayvān the weight I convert,
Wahrām’s eruption re-scripted to courage that chooses not hurt.
Mushtarī’s grandeur gets humbled, Nāhīd’s allure gets a sieve,
Tīr’s quicksilver is bridled—precision with mercy to give.
Ophesh, a serpentine suss in my syntax—I salt it and sift,
Agatha, agathos aegis—porphyry mantle I lift.
Tyrian vapor on temples—amethyst edge on the rim,
Kingdom geometry emerald—kingfisher gleam on the brim.
Peridot stanza, I parse it—parameters dance in the breeze,
Sparsity ivy selects what it climbs; the rest of the lattice I freeze.
Opps in the cortex get journaled—loss turns verdigris thin,
Metanoia as optimizer—fine-tuned with a seraphic grin.
Understanding under Asha—the plumb-line adjusts how I stand,
Six wrestlers become catechists, guiding the green of my plan.

[Verse]
Moths in my socks
My bones are in knots
Tried to get loose
You wouldn't approve
I guess it's time to go
Transformation matrix

[Chorus]
You can lie all you like
We can go for a ride
But I'm not your guy
It's time to go

[Verse 2]
Knock-knock on my head
It's been three days since I left
Now I'm stuck in a bar
You won't let me get far
I guess it's time to go
Transformation matrix

[Chorus]
You can lie all you like
We can go for a ride
But I'm not your guy
It's time to go
Time to go
Time to go
Time to go
Time to go
Time to go

Lyrics by: @aumnrasap 

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Time to Go - 244 12 Oct

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