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Quesgenesis
01:10
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chapter 3
man sought the means of creation
pursuing it as if seduced into it
as if pulled, as if pushed, as if destined to it
made for it, assigned to it, aligned to it
persuaded to it or ordained to it?
this inquiry seeks to produce no paradigm proven answers
no bias no presumptions no assignments no reductions
only a reflection upon what is
what can be agreed upon by the most diametricly opposed
what can be hidden from, but not silenced
tuned out, but not removed
what's underneath
behind colors
below names
oil to the water that is our imagination
or rather, the water we spill our oil upon
here begins our story
and here it ends, too
for when all's said and done
what's done is done and what's said simply vibrates in your ears
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The Gloaming
01:34
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My Shadow's Growing
Harken to the Nights Approach, the Gloam
Down Pit falls
Sinking Like In Meters of Snow (of Snow)
yo it's dust pixel luger
hear that disco halleluja
here to burn it up
whip your person up
part these threadbare curtains
feels like i'm compelled to service
when it hits
these hats and kicks
i want to scream my rhyming couplet manuscript
mile high hieroglyphs... ...mc wingdings
palm spiral smiley gong
the fevers never gone
it just trips
so fathom this
My Shadow's Growing
Harken to the Nights Approach, the Gloam
Down Pit falls
Sinking Like In Meters of Snow (of Snow)
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Info agitation
Rhetoric as masturbation
Beat an egg and incubate it
Here's a mirror, can you face it?
Friendly steel armadillo
Irony's a comfy pillow
A medulla oblongata, oh my god
I'm a duke, I'm a dog
I just want some cheese on my buttered toast
I just want to fuckin' feel like I'm not alone
I just wanna put my hands in the air and feel the breeze
Word to the trees
I don't wanna breathe no smoke
I don't wanna hack, spit, gasp, wheeze or choke
I don't wanna breathe no smoke
You can go ahead miss me with that beef and pork
I just want a queen who can share my throne
She don't even need to be from no centerfold
I just wanna hit the road and explore
Take a stroll a fellow student of the world
I got the nose for that
I can hear a mile away what's behind my back
A lot of fuckin' chitter-chat
Got a couple stockpiles where there's missiles at
I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna be
I just wanna be me chillin' on a beach
Quenchin' bottle water, something interesting to read
Comfortable towel, cool shade of a palm tree
I read the other day
We got a heat wave coming and it's here to stay
I read the other day
We got a heat wave coming and it's here to stay
When'd it get so complicated?
Seems like everything these days is an operation
You forgot your calculator
Stuck this shit like a now and later
Bubbles on the water like percolator
Feelin' that burn like a hot potato
Bubbles on the water like percolator
Feelin' that burn like a hot potato
Welcome to the dark side, honey pie
Here you are whatever you decide; go on, try
Anonymous online, what will you identify?
Anything goes, ain't no qualifiers, live your life
Psyche is a butterfly… Bear in mind
Pox on anything you're getting shuttered by; other guys
Not the stuff your being get determined by; better try
Flexing whatever business you been happened by, have some pride
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going going knowledge holding
hidden showing nothing noting
snakes and thralls i keep at arms
i wave and nod, raise no alarms
no games today, only passage way
circumstance my solitary claim
a beast of no significance
ardor and craft i did recant
i swear my name means lowly thing
i wouldn't dream of anything
so offer eyes a practiced writhe
shuffle, cast wrists toward the sky
performance arts purchase of quiet
i own my time, what waste most lives
heaving, whole expenditure
sleeping, sown, indentured
i ring a bell, i ring a bell
dutiful senses do attend
chants in tongues not understood
what great assurance of personhood
clock is ticking, wax ascending
moments, minute's meaning's bending
hands are dealt, runs are ended
did you achieve what you intended?
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5. |
Technical Paradise
02:11
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Welcome to our technical paradise
You can see, our situation is very nice
We've machines that guarantee everything is right
There's no need to even bother to keep an eye
Got this system, it interacts with a network
Gathers positions relative to endeavors
Give us your input, pressing yourself into pages
Have it your way, you can construct your own cages
Digital minimal, flock's uncritical
Thoughts on drip from a font invisible
When multinationals blush to the people's will
I'll be on a swine up in the sky, that's risible
Third eye's on sick leave
Hypotheses we're testing
Rent free advocation
Risks gray matter sublimation
We got dollars upon dollars
Upon dollars upon dollars
There's a hundred trillion reasons
Why you never need a conscience
We got dollars, d-d-d-d-dollars
D-d-d-d-dollars, d-d-d-d-dollars, dollars
This that
Coke dealin', diamond diggin'
Cigarette salesmanship
I don't think it's time for thinkin'
Why don't we just stop and listen
This is dope, I like how I'm feelin'
I'm a bounce it off the ceiling
Don't tell me I don't need it
You don't know the shit I seen
Plus the pros tell me y'all are trippin'
Take your sermons to the hills
If I wanted education
I'd be in a place of learning
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6. |
Pox Blankets
01:52
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hate your fucking state
American fucking get out way
to bleed the land and cull the strange
and leave the place a fuckin waste
assigned to evil
here's your motherfucking cubicle
that's a native village burnt
I'll need a few of those
this land of freedom
got a lot of fucking bills to pay
I'll need some bread and seashells
and a crop or two of stocky slaves
the seed of Eve inherits these
the tools of mastery
I'll give you yours when you
deliver Rome or Palestine
yeah forget Dallas
here begins a dynasty
we conquer seizing planets
plant our flags in bods of enemies
to walk the earth like Cain
it ain't no punishment
ask widows around the world
just how much fun it's been
Earth's getting hotter
she thinks she can collect her vig?
go tell that cracked out bitch
she knows not who she's fuckin with
I'm son of Adam, bed of wheat
and smoking gun in hand
I master cows and trees and
seas and suns and fellow man
this shit is mine
I work it like a diamond mine
you want a piece?
well you can fucking get in line
bus leaves at 3
your attendance, compulsory
a better life awaits
your sorry ass in Germany
enjoy it while it lasts
we're moving pretty fast
ain't had the brakes checked in a minute
but we're full of gas
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8. |
Jacob's Ladder
02:34
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a bit of feedback from a genre fan
continuity, contradictions, inconsistent craft
by today's standards, i'd rate it sophomoric or below
that said it raises poignant questions
and really drives some morals home
while at times the verses trample
crushing topics neath broad strokes
the principles insisted do form a solid core
i like the simple tenets
the layman deserves to know
your doctrines of compassion
serve a salve on mortared souls
this philosophy of caring
does deserve to be well known
but its merit's no excuse for sloth
I must now pick some bones
your book blames women for how thing's always been
i guess it makes sense, without them we don't exist
so you didn't want to be born? that's your perogative
you can bite hands, you can spurn gifts, convict all women's...
curse god, reverse god, have yourself a little bitch
curse god, reverse god, have yourself a little bitch
you could invert a mountain; it wouldn't change a thing
it's but a drop... our collective verse
we share a space in a funny place
a mostly blank behemoth page
on which we type our little things
we're on a planet
a finite plane which never ends
we find a ballet of living motion
built upon itself
built upon itself
we look at one another
we dream the strangest things
we build imposing structures
we formulate, we think
what a queer and cosmic wonder
to wonder what wondering is
we ask so many questions
could they ever reach their end?
well that's our latest dance move
trying to map our everything
these lore and conduct codices
can help us to our ends
just let's be mindful authors
and not derelict our pens
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Heavy Is the Head
01:49
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this that reformation rapping
show me demons i'll get clapping
don't fade heathens, just got beef with
hypocrites and scheming creepers
ain't no reason why
this jesus piece is my
holy heater saltin sluggin snakes a shepherd groundskeepin
i say get outta here, get outta here
holy water ain't having no doubt in here
get outta here, get outta here
holy water ain't having no doubt in here
heavy's the head...
heavy's the head...
yo if your man go spellin love, then why the fuck you beefin?
why you treating God's creation like a Roman colosseum?
i smell misleading... yeah, a deal so uneven
blinders on your bridle got you speeding thru Elysium.
don't mean life ain't hard, but why you make it harder?
feeding golden calves'll make you really want to barter
and right here on her... thirstin underwater
idolizing honor got you sleeping on nirvana.
i guess that's karma
...yeah you don't really wanna
wonder what foul magic got you so twisted up in drama
i have ideas... don't take a sage to see it
a lot of human suffering comes from a single seed
don't be it
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10. |
Masafumi's Path
01:40
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