#sawraps

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>s/tt-t-sta--g-ger [Dirk, Noiz, Square:recieve email]

Systems become a sideways sinewave

difficult: Trapped in the tumult of the occult

halt halt halt quick alt alt alt

switch out swiftly retrack and stick with me

it's like there's a wall between me and this reality

but i ain't done yet don't count me down

there's a lot more to this than the stickysweet sound i found

deep measured two times three feet underground

i got these clues for you i got news for you

worlds got to flooding in the two-by-twos for you

we in trouble dawg it's time to turn 'round the lockdown

gotta warn you warm the firewall

burn it to ashes before we all fall

down

cold like cemetery stone

like the symmetry of bones

like a cypress tree alone

tweak to the bleak infinity its given me

seek the weak and break them into what it means

[the rest becomes gradually too corrupted to read]

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no intention for tension as i roll it all out

i got something in my pocket worth thinkin about

just a scrap from a map a delicate puzzle piece

atlas lost his backpack and bits of world on the breeze

it's just one little thing

a reason to get lost

finding a path amidst the broken glass

remembering the night the world kicked your ass

bashed a concussion on the curb but at least i learned new words

it's stars in my eyes from fights that ain't right

it's rickety catwalk sky-wide and out of sight

i'll jump and take flight out tonight on the darker side

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::two

sifting through the melodies of windchimes and skeleton keys

to the closets that we don't want to see

anymore, there's no encore,

and moving on can be a chore

but we got this we sought this we crossed this

line between duality and individuality

still got a family but learning to live and see and and let be

sometimes it's a strain but i'm a part of you and you of me

it's something we're still figuring

five years of trials five years of toils

five years of wandering this not-so-mortal coils

separate but entwined by blood

both the genetic and the violent flood

invasions in stations that shoulda been sacred

but we both survived to start building our cred

mythologies in effigy

tryin our best to avoid tragedy

just know that i love you and it ain't no lie

ain't no front in sayin for what i would die

i gotcher back bro no matter what you ever may think

bring us back from the precipice that darkest brink

a cornerstone for hearth and home

no matter how far no matter how i roam.

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::one

visionary in the dark will you hark

to the messege i'm restless to restart, won't depart i

got something to say to you and say it true

maybe you've opened my eyes to a few brand new

possibilities and breaking past abilities

to block out some things that are plainfaced reality

would i have seen a gift or passed it by

if i wasn't faced down by this one guy that i

don't know what i'm feeling but maybe i'll learn

it's something with a sweet taste and a slow burn

drop by with a fist for a reality check

busted in the jaw and i hit the deck

something sneaking like a ninja past my super high tech

but i like this i want this i see this want to flaunt this

what i might have gained through these small growing pains

purest and simple when we're washed by the rain.

never thought this color would take me and make me be aching

something in the dark is pushing me to shaking

and again

it's something i want to learn

something with a sweet taste and a slow, slow burn

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so about that thing i been writing.

wip of what i've got for it so far. this rap is subject to re-arrangement and general verbal evisceration at any point in time. it also ain't much yet.

i end my wrist in a fist when i view this injustice of this

and the truths they twist, wicked will-o-the-wisp

they misled you, they bed you, they shred you behead you so instead you

keep it together or never to sever the teather forever catch you

gonna lead you astray someday another or one way

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also i think i'm gonna open my ask to 24/7 questions about rap and graffiti. if you want to know i'll teach or try to find the answers.

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been practicing and writing a full-fledged rap for the past week or so. unlike freestyling i'm looking for a finished, polished work so i'm taking real care with the details.

it's a horrorcore one and i really dig what i've got so far. i just need to get a backbeat for it and rehearse to fix the  bugs and smooth it all out.

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::from the blackbook

it's a reason it's a rhyme

to the rhythm of the dying

reminders of things that even my design and i

can't take, remake, escape

i got something inside that burns for the sake

of

a broken-assed family made mirror mosaics

bad luck for urban prophets breaking into the prosaic

and i've been thinking lately i'm a maniac

fade to black

things i didn't know i'd every really want to attack

i'm not programmed to fear but this worry is near

and i want to steer clear of losing what's dear

and i don't know what's looming and gettin' me gloomy

it don't make sense that i could sense

clairvoyance for the concrete

collecting the sun's heat

reminder of the day of defeat we once reached

i don't know what to make of it,

damn i don't know what to make of it.