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FREE Tay-K x Kasher Quon x Gucci Mane TYPE BEAT - "FANFARE"

call me didactic but I can't stand to see you slip | hold onto the moment with a death grip | for every second you dissociate you are dead | face the music

through the thick of it all
creeping worms from the corner of my eye
try to work their way back into my view
pull at my shirttail and pull my eyes away from you
creeping notions that pandoras box is still open
that i've done it this time
but now it's okay
because i know my senses at least are real
and the scramble of my thoughts really is nothing
calling me crazy means nothing now
because we all have our own little worlds
all the ideas and trajectories in the moment could mean nothing, nothing, nothing
so we live with the something
and now the studies lead me to deeper truths of this world
but balancing the theory and senses is a precarious act
hours of spectroscopy but not a finger tap
for magic to be momentous I live in the lab
but I can't abandon it all
the abstract is the sacred rolodex of plans
scheme by night and act at day
entertain my momentum in nights of solitude
and precision for position in days of truth
heisenberg and his sayings-sooth
here I stand with trauma at my back
and to a world I love I'm attached
the hour strikes and the moment is now
so take my hand and be here with me
every moment we will hold a constant vigil
to stay present

stay present

unlivable sins claw at my ankles | remorse became disgust when you bore your true fangs | those who think are close to you still don't know your name | I stand up and live my life

i tried to escape you
but you would creep back in
in those pleasant moments 
i'd feel dissociated
fear from the something,
but something from the nothing
you made me think i lost my mind
but why're you bluffing?
you said my judgment was marred,
my brain was in shards,
so I had to take charge
and make these bars
i was a child thrown
into an undertow
torrential thread of life  
i missed the moment flow
i had to catch a breath
and see whatever's left
feel everything before
my fate is met
memories of my eye
glazed dry
while frozen in time
my life passed me by
i'd have a heart attack when
ever i would interact
with a world that estranged
me and my social tact
Where was my life at
diatribe attacks
tried to shake my mind
and loosen up the grasp
So I swung a blow
learned it from meursault
live in every moment, feel
the ebb and flow
nose to the grindstone,
when at a crossroads,
i make a choice and live
forget your woes
I'm not your jester,
I'm not your work horse
I'm not a pawn in the game
of your fuckin divorce
in schizoid days
memories fade
tormented brain
conversational strain
but now I banish the fear
live for what's here
if my judgment is wrong
i still hold myself dear
The pen's in my hand
I've got my own plans
I've got a story to write
and to become my own man
Don't try to shackle me
with the past, abstractly
Live with my choices 
here for now, exactly

and I may not be right
sometimes i think living in the moment is flight
a tactile escape from issues
but is that the right view?
i've learned there is no right or wrong
we bear it and move along
sisyphus didn't enter the gates of heaven
but he happily pushed on
the issues that are fettering are like wounds on a tree
remnants of the past but they don't grow with me
time marches forward and we don't seek more hurt
every moment is bountiful with color and life
instead of the mental chaos in black and white
I live as my senses imbibed with truth
over stoneswrld schematics and trauma from youth

unshackled

sisyphus can shoot 3's | we dance and march into the fire | alchemical knowledge to be consecrated in out fraternal suffering | we learn our place and earn our score

collect yourself, we gotta move in
suzuki couple to the music
so soon we've got to move through it
i'm right here, right now
every moment's on the line
from birth till here, crunch time
racemic future got two sides
we win or we die

at first I thought it was a gamble
like jumping into a manhole, so much sludge
to bite off more than i could handle
i felt like i was an animal
but my hungry will demanded more
to settle into my sandals
i threw the dice with a gallant arm 

i met a new host of heads
we're here from absurd threads
tall tales and speaking dead
our job, known not said
into the fire we're led
temper the blade, your head
dance in line it hardens
but most of all heed this

I feel like everything is
in the line, follow
me to light, hear the
sound and sight

We've got the everyone they're
here to fight, and just
stay in time, they're 
holding tight

And if you want to ask me,
I'm alright, I just,
took some time, so don't
wake at night, and we
came back fine, and the
pain was real, but the
real was mine, so don't
waste your time

crunch time

the studies yield a world of infinite depth | a lost identity begins to reform | purpose begins to appear out of the absurd | an accelerating climb calls my name

this shit is the sicko mode of the future
to all the alchemical wizards and witches out there
throw it back if for these incantations

gather the circle, we're jumping the hurdle
ghost to gauche, the energy is subdermal
coast to coast, we conjugate till we're purple
just get a taste, fall in the wormhole

throw it back to iupac
incantatory english pack
sipping on that grignard tap
alkyllithium gives me a zap
radical fanatical chase me down a rabbit hole
running down your matted soles, my goal
sweet jester, smells of ester
makes me think it's the best year
purposeless alkane at the start 
now follow alphas to ther heart
got life and use and a head of smarts
but the story is only written so far
coordinates put me on a map
a mission in my head and a key in the lab
sweat my way to the social tact 
escape the maze of suburb traps

i'm in control now
i am the sigma complex
i've got a few projects
infinite prism progress
high intermediate
resonate to see it
can you just feel it
can you just feel it 

within without
certain chants out my mouth
a world to scream about
its laws cross out my doubt
within without
when I was headed south
i took a look around
now my heart abounds

within wihtout
when i was going schizo
i lost grasp of ego
my motion was zero
within without
when i found a mission
sisyphus' fingers dipped in
i pushed, i had no option

erudition

an indifferent sun sets over quieting urban sprawl | no strangers in a train station link arms and dance in glee | estranged as I am i hunger to clasp their outstretched hands | yet sisyphus rested in a lonesome shroud of night

a setting sun leaves an indifferent maze
cold have these streets became
cold were they anyways
from dawn to dusk no life is raised
getting a grasp on the present behind a gate
move in parallel, my eruditic comrades
but to reach out we get zapped
the momentum is strong, can't waste a day
for here's just a transitory place
friendly buildings stand agape
a violent road creates the space
people or buildings stand astray
the detterence urban sprawl creates
oddly placed or trying to escape
joining arms is social rape
in the middle of the moment I race
trying to feel my fringes but wait
those in my surroundings
show friendship ever bounding
lonesome days wring me dry
i feel like i inadvertently deny
but why?
in looking to define myself
i need a sense of someone else
i bloodlet my mental health
my sight's on another story to tell
we're passengers in a station
my story you won't wade in
in silence we're just waiting
with my mission I'm direct
I've a transcript to erect
to be a student to detect
my past life to detest
i'm so in my studies 
but this moment I can't invest
if you look at me as the very best
I stand alone, waiting for what's next
we're all climbing this ladder
but you see me so engrained
my personality is seen
as just a rung and a brain
moving too fast through this fickle past
makes me question the path
side by side scholars at arms
chained by human needs
we want to lunge forward but find our friends
in these lonesome hometown weeds
Holding them tight will crash my flight so I keep 6 feet
see me joyous in the thick of theory
but after my commute I weep
when I reach takeoff my cool comes off
I'll live where I want to be

solitude and starvation

chemically spurred savantry tears the tapestry of consciousness | precious seconds of the day are lost in seams | quaking body loses tact on social spheres | the worldview is shaken and the anxiety strikes deep

let me tap in to the unconscious
adenosine ain't so flawless
waking hours are gray and awful  
with no caffeine life's too honest
no mission but stick the spur in
no direction but throw the flesh in
my brain on nitroglycerin
no plan but I think it's working
no identity, but gimme the fuel
600 mg, any less is cruel
dark surrogate for nourishing gruel
iron poor but rich in school
onyx conscience feels every tap
muscles twitch with immediate zaps
kidney watches, laden with stones
black energy in the marrow of the bone 

little tear, tapestry
not every, thing is seen
eyes flutter, i'm missing
a stutter, break the stream
pick up e, v'ry third word
but ain't got, no torpor
i'm moving, i'm grooving
i'm losing, in music

nappy eyes begin to close
gotta reup before I'm bones
speaking ulcer, social chron's
energy to rebuild my throne, I jump
back in the throes, eliminate the woes
brown psychopathy, caffienated dome
pragmatic bolts permeate the workflow
mechanistic hellenistic culture is the know
turn my thoughts to a white hot blade
cut the social rope, liberate
leers from peers warn me of hate
but the mind's too fast, visions overtake
my humanity seeps, my body shakes
imperfect form, voice cracks illuminate
i know i'm right just lack social grace
grip to premonitions  till the end of the race

caffeinated

a camouflaged devil pulls the strings of the store | the workplace blood runs deep with venom | customers playing aortal russian roulette | i cope by killing sleep and dying for bad habits

la marchand de la mort

an indifferent sun boils the earth | endless days spent trodding up and down a hill without a second of respite | sisyphusian days turn into nights of defunctity | I push because I have no other option

I gotta focus, commit a hocus pocus
get my tokens and avoid being bogus
these moments hone us so we leave all our woe hits
if I'd known this I wouldn't take a toke in
5am wake up call for a bus
up a hill, not a thrill but I must if im
stuck in this rut for another second
my corpus callosum might just bust

burn through it, churn through it
can't say, that'll do 
lactic acid, blood's moving
too sore, or to soar
spent brain now I stand the rain
work late nights body the pain
act all nice bottle the zane
another night, all the same
my mission, to win it
this moment, be in it
the pain is, so wicked
it's worth nothing, from a distance
if I give up, I fall back
to a life where im unattached
where my brain has a cataract
I push on to stay intact 

In the mortal coil gotta make my blood boil
soil toils or the humus plan is foiled
sun's malice pours ache into moon's chalice
wage ballast to keep afloat my bank balance
I gotta plot, gotta scheme, got a plan, but no team
every corner that i turn there's issues' bubbling
burn the brain in the day by studying the rates
of chemical change, at night wage slave

chipping, chipping, chipping away
nights of soreness and eruditic days
all for a gamble, the masochist phase
i'll boil myself just to escape
a frog in a pot but his fate isn't locked
fall to my death or countertop
gotta feel something real or it's all naught
too many nights wasted in parking lots

suffering, muffling
my feathers, are ruffling
thread needles, eat beetles,
agony, don cheadle
bloodlet, for a bet
shot in the dark, or regret
tennyson's, scripture some
when each night my body is done
feel like it's all for naught
learning sludge and slinging slop
to escape have freedom unlocked
i gotta hurt so I don't feel lost
gotta hurt so i feel real
the struggle has its own appeal
prove to myself that I can heal
from my schizo state my fate ain't sealed

chipping away

lamentations for the depressed world | heirs of the earth punished by history | califabricated dreams of greatness and revolution silently rot as we sin to survive | I escape the storm of ego by hanging onto the constants of this world

and I am the estranged erudite
spending time in a world that wants to die
if we get through this, human hubris, maybe we'll see
people moving out the moody sewers to a world that is free

kings and queens from all around the world
retch in their chambers and tar they hurl
antiquity, infinity, all times unfurl
the bolt of estrangement taints every pearl
to be estranged is to live in social exile
cast out like a poison that is deemed vile
cast out like an animal to die in the wild
or to wither away, immobile

through everyday you can see the plague persist
communities' identities rely on popping cysts
destroying and devaluing those who dare resist
denying humanity, so freely and remiss
scene membership became an ambiguous process
no leadership makes its will dishonest
the superorganism dies its wake sardonic
the peoples' noise is so demonic

grapsing for identity we abstractly draw lines
signs whine this isn't the right time
to push away others and redefine crime
humanity means nothing when you're lonelier than I
if the identity becomes something viral
we're stuck in a flesh desert with nothing for miles
so you kill and you carve your own lonely isle
will humanity ever break from this infinite spiral?

history has punished us for hundreds of years
a magnifying glass that exacerbates our fears
but fear and tales are so removed from here
the moment is real, so hold it dear
in the perturbations of mankind's tale
social ambiguities, conventions run stale
one force flux always shows its gale
nature remains when our bodies go pale
I delve deep into the studies, finding the theory
seeing it alive to ignite intrigue
the physics of the moment yield unending query
my love for the world advances me up a league
but I'm estranged...

estranged erudite

i speak but the rolodex spins in your eyes | hundreds of social settings roll through like a stampede | with each new word the mood bursts from tear-jerking to hilarious to disappointing like a turbulent butterfly | when all social modes are selected, we drown in uncertainty

what were we talking about?
the context is all thrown out
your face, an unstable palette
teeters from sorrow to malice
I'm waiting for the bell's toll
for wind to go cold
when we drop all our grins
and scream from panic within
I've got a score to settle
and a point to make
but our politeness just mettles
and support feels fake
Nobody knows what's going on
you use the same lexicon
I have to scream before I'm gone
but they stare till I move along

scream in a vantablack vo-oid
no response, parano-oid
respond in  a disturbing way
fight or flight predator or prey 
when i tell you my story
bring me to my purgatory
in a room with a silent air
ambiguous fluoride stare

I think it's me though
the way I feel so
out of place and estranged
in what you think are high notes
dissociate,
not enate
in moments i should pay attention
I'm in outer space
a sign of trauma
absent fauna
what's beneath my face 
isn't there or can't keep the pace
bear your grin, happy within
it's so fickle and could turn in an instant 
but I can't ignore that

your tone, so vague
I feel like it's a wave
a zone that's gray
through your voices today
you joke, you may,
but I can't feel which way
the conversation moving it's just
running out astray 
I want your needs
I people please, it's my
obligation to move the
conversation with ease
your glassy eyes
the rhythm dies
but before you spin my rolodex
let your heart decide

in moments
of candid words
when we speak in thirds
gotta say my verse
hear my hurt
its bubbles still terse
i speak
what's my appeal
my words at last are real
your expression is readable again
my social skills begin to mend
and im finally here
and I don't look, I see
everything before me
finally invested in this moment
for a fickle flicker

ambiguous fluoride stare

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