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High Water Plan
04:19
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the door’s not the buttons
you can’t move through wallet all of sudden
through economic chesspiece crease to brilliant release?
no, these the false tenets
get you played out like tennis
on stage of myth masks get grasped and clung to
all songs get sung through over and over
until the centipede entity spiraling farthest orbit
intersects and exposes normal horror as morbid
but first, let’s go have a sorbet
forgive me for disrupting your beautiful torpid soirée, bloated carcass
fed on blood of market
self-identified target
marked, nostalgic
hearken to comforts felt fleetingly during youth of abandon
no hands on bicycle
no plan but, ‘I might like to be like Michael’
but what the fuck
I woke up
can’t trust luck!
not trying to get stuck working nine to five
smoke cig vibe life
hope but not really try life
condone the status quo as a qualified specialized pro with coal soul
I’m no ho
my thoughts grow from subsoil
not the oil interests
laser through the dim mist
bubble and boil, the social is bleeding pressure
nourish with knowledge intersecting each measure
come to where you are, get to where you’re at
the old God and old scratch and the rubber
match
your soul in the ring, an immaterial thing
holds the key out from limbo to a sweet release
heavy metal ore
coal car tour
in and out of minds
digging out the mines
the wings won’t lift if they’re lead
the gift won’t give if the spirit is dead
wrapped up in linens coarse and fine
lappin’ up liquors, delivering fine wines
bouillon make a head lay in wait
split the rails, take the cakes
send the guards to the pearly gates
gold’s in the hole
art’s packed in crates
what’s a humans worth in weight?
compared to this trans-inter-continental freight
six foot slayer slate
full of fools in the mossy place
had Mossberg tools to face
let us pray cooler heads prevail
avail themselves on mic Excedrin
for bangin out lyrics, et cetera et cetera when they pull it
accelerating thoughts faster than a speeding bullet
more powerful than my Vans
look like sneakery
the winged feet of Mercury
look like my steelo
do you like Jordan did Craig Ehlo
evolve the styles like the life of Cee Lo
caps aren’t peeled, caps are pillows
putting heads to bed like the wind in the willows
come to where you are, get to where you’re at
the old God and old scratch and the rubber
match
your soul in the ring, an immaterial thing
holds the key out from limbo to a sweet release
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Headio
04:05
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every time that you come in I feel your presence dancing in deep space for hours
and I wonder if you’ll stay, although the stars trace maps where you must go for now
still I remember that night
the look in your eyes
the stillness of that night
and your will to unite
why is it that when, on chance encounters, we catch each other in the crowd
we can both see it’s still there
and still we turn around?
I love you
but I’m just not ready
why is it that when, on chance encounters, we catch each other in the crowd
we can both see it’s still there
but still we turn around?
I love you
but I’m just not ready
no, I’m just not ready, no, no, no.
why has this strange force called time tangled minds in it’s net to divert from connect?
is it’s weight more than the force of our eyes
travel space if our lips intersect?
why has this tangled world placed your heart in mine and mine in yours
but not to set?
I kiss your eyes are the sunset
the light closed but I still recollect what it meant
no
every time that you come in I feel electric current sputter in my brain
I love you
and I’ll soon be ready
yeah, I will be ready, yeah, yeah, yeah
but you redirect my love to the wind
you redirect my love the sky
will you redirect my love til the end?
can you redirect the truth from your eyes?
you redirect my love to the sands
a challenge unsurmountable and high
let loose our fragile love from your hands
the truth in your eyes cannot lie
why has this strange force called time tangled minds in it’s net to divert from connect?
is it’s weight more than the force of our eyes
travel space if our lips intersect?
why has this tangled world placed your heart in mine and mine in yours
but not to set?
I kiss your eyes are the sunset
the light closed but I still recollect what it meant
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Untytled Salt Lake City, Utah
Untytled is an underground rapper and producer whose hip hop music equally well fits into half a dozen other genres. In addition to writing and performing his own raps, Untytled also composes, performs, produces and engineers his own music, and even does his own album art! Untytled is a truly independent artist and has been repping the "do it yourself" creative ethic since the turn of the century. ... more
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