1. |
Temptation
02:40
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I am reassured of nothing pure
My proposal demure
Give into it for me
Go with the fit
Only hurts a little bit
Growing underneath my skin
Glowing
I hurt my tongue
I hit the ice
Give into it for me
Go with the fit
Only hurts a little bit
Growing underneath my skin
Glowing
It’s the only way to make sense
Of a truth that won’t commence
Give into it for me
Go with the fit
Only hurts a little bit
Growing underneath my skin
Glowing
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2. |
Rough It
03:20
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Sparkle in your eyes
I won’t take offense
If you don’t realize
The meaning of your sense
Flowers bloom, the oceans swoon
Catching all who dare to assume
Light is caught up in my eyes
Wearing a betrayed disguise
I want to take this moment
To trace what I’ve become
If living for the old meant giving up
I’d give the sun
Flowers bloom, the oceans swoon
Catching all who dare to assume
Light is caught up in my eyes
Wearing a betrayed disguise
Into the great beyond
Is where I’ll find some peace
I live for everyone
I live with the disease
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3. |
Another Reach
02:57
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Take my pride away from me
Leave me without sympathy
We are crawling up the line
Slumber catches the divine
Pitch yourself the hook
Take another look
I am not amused
These patterns are of no use
They’re written in mistakes
The presents to replace
Pitch yourself the hook
Take another look
I admit to nothing with this case
Pitch yourself the hook
Take another look
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4. |
Dark Arts
03:59
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I’ve got something in my mind
Something I would never find
Had I not fallen into a kind of temporary decline
I rewind and fast forward a thousand years
No friends, no tears
No life to make
No soul to take
No cold to fake
A thousand years
A thousand years like this,
I might fake existence
Tie myself to skin shit
Talk without diction
This is science Fiction
An old addiction
Leaving the kitchen
Cooking somethin bitchin
Bitcoin snitchin
Wit, boy, listen
You’ve got no admission
I’m your intuition
Eat from my cup
It’s never enough
Swallow your lies
Eat it like fries
Seeded on time
Never the swine
Always assigned
Always a fine
Paths to blast
Cast a cast
Heal yourself
Your serial health
Nearing some help
Your hearing it well
Searing, the smell
Caught up in hell
I’ve got something in my mind
Something I would never find
Had I not fallen into a kind of temporary decline
I rewind and fast forward a thousand years
No friends, no tears
No life to make
No soul to take
No cold to fake
A thousand years
A thousand days like this,
I might fake existence
Tie myself to skin shit
Talk without diction
This is science Fiction
An old addiction
Leaving the kitchen
Cooking somethin bitchin
Bitcoin snitchin
Wit, boy, listen
You’ve got no admission
I’m your intuition
I’ve got no more release for my health
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5. |
Eat the Year
02:34
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Temporary loss of reason
Tis’ the season
Lack of reason gets me grieving
When I should be bleeding 🩸
Onto a test trip
Gotta check this
Resurrected by the check list
Golden necklace
A recession
When I act this way
I demand the pay
Just to give it away
See a brighter day
It’s okay to be ashamed
Of the way the world rang
But now we check the future in your palm
Just give us a new song
Just like she wrote my ringtone
Stretch it out like fee’s dumped on you, chump
Like he’s dumb
Take the time to wear it out
Be the kind who airs it out
I feel safe inside the satanic manic panic
But I can’t handle it
The way I hand my shit to other men to fuck again
I’m sick of explaining stuff to them
Fuck the land, just kidding, sufferance is wondering
If you wanna get stuffed again
Tougher than a motherfucking woman fighting for suffrage
Trying to feed two kids for her man who shop at Lids
For a man that defends himself against
The powers that commence
Mass economic suffering
I’m hovering above their shit
Trying to fit myself inside of it
But I’m to big, my egos shred
But that don’t mean I lack common sense
I’m honoring those that bled
Take your meds
I was on the fence but I payed with my sense
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6. |
Lost My Phone
03:19
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Back again, but why do I rap again?
It’s not my friend, it's in my gut
I stuff it up, can’t even front
I bust the one who lies too much
Fried to the touch, don’t need the drugs
But swallowing stuff is not a bluff
An armored front, militant blunt
Like bulletproof vests that don’t protect the head
Busting lead through words instead
I’m barely read, I’m barely learned
But I scarily earned my wings to burn
The hurt they give as work
Society collapsing by the moment
Rise up, this is just a temporary holding
Break the molding, ice scolding
I’m totally free from what they told me
But not really though, as my tax forms show
I’m gonna have to blow, this life is a no
Why do I need to rap
When I feel like I should be giving it back
Not taking it wack, not feeling my sack
But if I talk slow, I gotta walk slow
Dumb it down to a poem
Instead of a razor sharp stroll
Through the depths of control
And loss of all that you know
Some devil taking control
Giving you gold that feels like mold
Splitting particles through stories told
Give yourself back to the flow
You won’t think so hard, yo
I guess it’s less stressful to feel blessed though
No one really gets though
The feeling of how the chest floats
This is on your TV special
It’s reverential
Sick in my head
Sick of my face
Sick in my body
Lost in my ways
Giving it praise
No one was saved
It’s just a grave
We’re gravitating away from
Under the same sun
Subwoofer vacation
I said something
Forgot it like nothing
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7. |
Spot
02:10
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Spit again, a thousand mistakes in the wind
Met with the face of indifference
It’s good to piss on every sense
Of evidence that I left for them
For getting a fucking acid tab
That broke my back
In ways abstract that hurt to stack
It’s such a trap
I can never turn around and laugh
I’m gonna die living a lie until a heart attack
Or a lack of giving a damn
About what life never had
Hide my trust under a mat
Just to escape the facts
I never stashed enough cash to hatch a cache
The rehashed facts that came so fast
They ruined the first batch and the last
Every day
The chosen way
It hurts my face
To smile and reveal my pain
I’m often lame
And laid up the fucking same
As golden fangs
Sitting in my spit until I strike again
My victim pure
My heart obscure
Emotions lure
The ones I like
Are often lying
Trying to be sure of themselves
Ego’s dealt hands that failed
Life’s sailed, now it’s time to feed the trail
That seems to unveil and bail on any rational tale to ease one
This is beyond hope and reason
A necessary treason
Now that I won’t sing this song
It’s too hard to follow along
I hit that gong when you get that bong
We suffer through the morning stronger tan before
When we sore into the explorer
Like Dora, we solve the crime
Making sense of the divine
Cutting through the hands of time
Eat it while you’re mine
I love you just fine
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8. |
Dying
01:53
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I got the feed up in my mind all the time
I'm just dying
Writing down? I’m trying
Stop relying on mind madness to be firing
I’ve been to hell and back and I have to accept it stuck
I can't rewind anything less than a quarter
I’m shorter than the border between more of her
And the war-torn verse of hurt
Like Lucifer, dropped on my ass
Like a loser for madness
A slap to the face made of sadness
Straight to the past
A fast whiplash that won’t pass
It won’t satiate my ass to betray the gas
Take me over the great beyond
We have a reason why we rewind
The constraints of the world off-time
I eat the lime and kiss the sky
It’s feels fine to be high
It’s relaxing my mind
Tell me about everyone
Who gets to be in the story
Wake more of me
Take ordering more relief
In the sense of a brand new orderly
Who has corned me and won’t let me leave
It’s insane to be so enormously hijacked and seen
By things who might be me
It’s hard to see the truth with rationality
But that’s half the beat
I play for the beast to become such a thing
And for the herb that makes me sing
I gotta give it up and gleam
What a blessing to be free
In a chained society
Take me over the great beyond
We have a say in how we rewind
The constraints of the world off-time
I eat the lime and then kiss the sky
It’s feels fine to be high
It’s relaxing my mind
Sugar in my touch
It says I love you too much
I blame the crutch on my guts
Warm it up so soon like a hunch
I’m getting slower to the bunch I aim to keep
Reality is virtual to people who blend their sleep
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9. |
Trade Secrets
02:08
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My body relaxes and calls it sleep
I dream a dream only a fiend would scheme
I lecture to no one about what I preach
I never could go on the way that you see shit
Give it up
Soft to touch
Sees too much
Geezer stuffed with seasoned mush
A bleeder, much
You see me blush
I seize the stuff
Can’t get enough
I call your bluff
It’s quite a shove
The baby dove
Flies higher up
And sees the crushed
People stuff evil like a sequel sucks
It’s all unjust
I give the moment to the omen
Fly me back like evil Romans
String him up with sacred moments
Sing a song and veil the chosen
Give it up
Soft to touch
Sees too much
Geezer stuffed with seasoned mush
A bleeder, much
You see me blush
I seize the stuff
Can’t get enough
I call your bluff
It’s quite a shove
The baby dove
Flies higher up
And sees the crushed
People stuff evil like a sequel sucks
It’s all unjust
It’s gonna be the end of your lifeline
Give it up
Soft to touch
Sees too much
Geezer stuffed with seasoned mush
A bleeder, much
You see me blush
I seize the stuff
Can’t get enough
I call your bluff
It’s quite a shove
The baby dove
Flies higher up
And sees the crushed
People stuff evil like a sequel sucks
It’s all unjust
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10. |
Self Us All
04:03
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Use your mind
Act normal at all times
Be the first of rewind to define nothing but idle tries
This is your bluff realized
I am the disguise
That wears your eyes
You’ve won the prize
It’s time to die
Wake what’s inside, satanic vibes
Not defined by religious crooks
But by hooks and simple times to cook
With a little weed and some books
This is your nook, rest easy, don’t be shook
Have a look at the only reservation
Made under a name that don’t exist
I’m beyond the stratosphere aiming to you to bliss
Just like a deer in the headlights lost in the mist
You’ve by kissed by the devil
On another level
Critically disheveled
Mystically hello
With the discretion of a saint
You can’t be what you ain’t
You can be what your not
Live your life take a try
Smoke a lot of pot
Before you get got
Shot in the parking lot
Not that you’re barking hot
Just at the wrong place at the wrong time
Now you got the mysteries faking your life
Putting out my best with a lack of interest
In how I digest my success I perceive as a mess
It’s a game of chess to be blessed
With madness at your chest
Holding a sword straight to your neck
It’s like check one two is this really you
I do prove to be something other than me too
but what is me but a condom on my soul
Playing it safe, it’s protection, but it’s dull
I’m so full of shit I can’t handle it
But I’m fine living life as a pedestrian
Keep my head down dead deep in the dirt
God made dirt so the shit won’t hurt
Don’t be like Kurt
God rest his soul
Bless Nirvana in full
Buddhist shit is out of control
But you gotta eat the casserole
I thought the song was done
I’m a dope
It’s time to rope another rhyme
Eat another mind
Sacrifice your life
Inside but not out
Keep your body a temple
Or the devil kicks you down
This is the ghost town
Rewound to be found
But not drowned in the sound
Keeping it purer than a motherfucking parent
It’s apparent that I’m not disappearin
It’s gotta be said
Nothing feels wrong with wakin up dead
Write it all down for the feds
A twin peaks head
Within the shed
What’s in the wash
Where’s my shirt
I’m about to bring a world of hurt
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11. |
Destroyer
02:32
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Living in the sauce that I drink
The moss that I eat
The lyrics I speak
The flows that I bring
To sing a song about being a goner
We track you like your honor
Give you to the song served
On a plate mixed to shit because I can’t hear straight
Feel the vibe anyway, I’ve got something to say
I can’t believe it myself but it always feels that way
It gets me high, pilot in the sky
It gets me low when I see it go
I don't know how to float
Without air inside of my soul
I try my best to maintain myself
And refresh myself from losing my health
More than what’s been dealt
It’s well understood that all is good
The ether seeks me through the woods
Straight from a thought given to me through a sense
We write the message down and post to make amends
I gotta be myself, it’s not the end
I gotta be myself, it's not the end
Pilot in the sky
It gets me low when I see it go
I don't know how to float
Without air inside of my soul
It’s safe to destroy
The packaging that we deploy
Your sense of self is out of toys
I am the ruler of this noise
But I am nothing but a ploy
Just a boy to be avoided
Don’t be pointing fingers at me
I’m only trying to speak
Fuck it, aim your guns
Let’s have fun
Shake your hands and quake the lands
All is feeling soft again
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12. |
Rap Blume
03:06
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Where does the sun go
When I’m trying to float
Upon the ether that makes everything cold
I’ve been told it’s a mistake to be bold
But I’m sold without the truth, I don’t need proof
I’m taking my ego from it’s youth
I’m the sleuth that moves in the past
Cross-deserted wounds that won’t last
It’s a blast to recast myself in the lead
I’m only temporary but I carry the seed
Of inspiration that knocks through me
They don’t see shit, so they don’t think about it, that’s legit
It allows me to morn my wit that I felt
Without all that self-hate that I’ve dealt
It’s a dream now to open the well
And retell myself the deal
Nothing is fake and nothing is real
Kiss of approval and the seal
You’re feeding on appeal
The rhymes are your meal
(4 bar break)
Every night, I go around the world
But I’m lying in my bed
A thousand thoughts and mysteries
Flowing through my head
A syrupy slow delivery gets it on with them
The other side speaking in a language make pretend
It makes no sense, but it’s perfectly clear
I’m spittin rhymes from the motherfuckin ether
It’s a receiver and recite kind of shit
I can’t stop fucking with it
These damn rhymes that make too much sense
I’m convinced I’ve lost ignorance
I’m living in a life present tense
Feels like the future when I emote for them
This is that temporary Gary that won’t end
They locked me up before because I couldn’t pretend
It’s just a soreness a human won’t understand
Unless they’re flowing on the mic like I am
I don’t mean to pretend that I’m some kind of god
I’m just rolling with the ones that there are
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13. |
Get Your Zone Right
04:14
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Evil flows through the mind in the form of a kiss
We didn’t do anything to deserve this
We’ve been it for existence
It’s just another trip to spit
Wrap your melon in a biscuit
Impossible without the liquid
But anything’s mad for this kid
I’m living in the trip every day I’m awake
Every day, play it safe, bust a rhyme, and get baked
Whatever I can do to say
I’m breaking open in a brand new way
And I’m taking you with me if you stay
It’s okay to feel ashamed
About a past that you can’t break
Away from anyway
It’s time to betray your self-hate
And make the great escape
I’m on top of the world
I can’t even lie
My life is mess
My mind just won’t die
I’ve been telling you it that has to come to this
I’m your subconscious and you know that I exist
The words you write are coming deep from within
Who’s helping out, it’s just Satan again, my friend
You take the path that leads you straight to us
You’re on an escalator, ride it out and trust
You’re heading straight into the star that just combusts
Another day to be a saint and feel injustice
This is the way you’re gonna see the other world
Through the frame that death will live and let you swirl
Like a tye dye shirt, I help you trip and blend in
I beat the path that was spoken for by them
The others, they all make pretend
That life has to end
This is not the mend
On your heart that you depended on before
It’s just a soaring revelation of where you’re going, new sensations and complications
This is an article that’s blatant
All the words are right here
I’m leading with my cheer
I can’t stop thinking about what was in that beer
It’s thanksgiving and I’m out here busting rhymes
They steal your land and brag about it all the time
I can’t relate to having a date with the unkind
I’m just unwinding myself to be finding truer times
I spit from a well that’s well defined
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14. |
The One One
03:14
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I always fuck the flow up with my mind
I’m shifting up so I can do it all the time
We eat the bark that dies in the darkness of alignment
You can’t have my soul, but I’ll take yours on consignment
I’m rhyming because it sounds great
Outside in my soul, been rhyming for ages
This the dispossession shit
That ultra-lesson shit
That we fuck with you kid
In the best way possible
We’re the ayahuasca soul
And so much more that it’s a bore to tell you so
The worlds a dream that we’re living together
it’s a letter to the truth of how it feels to be alive
Give yourself a break everyone will live and die
Time after time
Life after death
See us in your rulers of true consciousness
The artists that are blessed
The ones who are meant
To come down and start again
Welcome earth, we are the alien
Even the grass has friends
Every day we are soaring
Your lyrics are boring
Your rhymes aren’t tight
They don’t fit right
They need a belt
We’ll pelt your throat
So you know you misspoke
The last time isn't a joke
This is the last line
Stay woke but don't be a hoax
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15. |
A Final Drift
03:42
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Mayhem in my world
I can’t pretend
That I’ve solved the toil
Of living with no end
I got nothing and it never pretends
To hide beneath the fence
It tears the walls down that it blends with
Only to offer me true friendship
Or to remember that we’re distant relatives
Separated by time and space but interacting with the human race
It’s a space case that goes on for days
My body will die, but my soul will replace
I love the gift of gab to say
Tuck it all back so you don’t look cray
It’s such a gift to be alive with you all
I can’t believe it’s a dream after what I saw
That life is death and death is just a suit
One that’s valuable and so hard to lose
I broke my lie when I opened my chest
Got a taste for the blessed
I’ll take two, they can have the rest
There’s plenty for the repossessed
If you know how to bless yourself and all of the rest
I don’t know where I came from
And I don’t care where I’m going
For I am knowing that I am higher than motherfuckin Boeing
Flying into thee eyes that bless the skies
And draw the clouds on high
From David Bowie to Cavemen stoning
We’re all the past and the future open
To recombine in the now
You cannot find this truth unless you open your mouth
It’s such a gift to be alive with you all
I can’t believe it’s a dream after what I saw
That life is death and death is just a suit
One that’s valuable and so hard to lose
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