Sunday, February 5, 2017

animpostor'smedicine(prod. by nsone)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

menes the pharaoh as mirage/bladez (pronounced: mirage of bladez)
sea/swordz (pronounced: sea of swordz)

prod. by nsone

verse 1: (mirage/bladez)

no watered down waves
an oasis away
bodies decay

with no blood in my veins
i hope to say
one day
i be better than okay

not really though
my tomb on display
for all of you
room at the gate
waiting for a moment of peace
to hate
my teeth scratch the plate
an open map
with brain tissue debates
a debacle of delays
the oracle
some would say
the owl wolf howls
it’s never safe
hatchet handz
and basket grams
noose you twice
to see
if you really hang

loop you real nice
to the breaks
see if you really slam
my land’s magic
the golden sands be grafted
too much for the eyes and ears
swaying from the rafters

verse 2: (sea/swordz)

pardon me
i had to pull the string
on a volcano first

inflate menes’ blood pressure
so his veins would burst

anger lurks beneath
like mass murders of crows
when they emerge from trees
scrolls are immersed in ink

it only took minutes
when menes went in search of beats

one arrived
from one of the other side
of earth’s elite

we never settle
for no mediocre sorcery
this spell’s
from where the deadliest
of creatures in the world convene
magic so dark
it’s powered by a moon
that can’t be visualized
unless it’s being viewed
by the most worthiest
of wizards’ eyes
one must be familiar
with realms
seldom observable
to step within the confines
of a construct not discernible
an abstract dimension
as far as the perspective
of man’s comprehension
not unlike the platform
for astral distension
you project yourself on a wall
that’s only half in existence
and like that
our axis is shifted

Saturday, February 4, 2017

adorabledegradation(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by 7th galaxy

a brief return
to methods of old
the peace incurred
never gets old
in each instance
it manifests on its own
develops and grows
embryonic gelatin
of which
will enclose
once it is whole
it provides
but it arrives
just as it goes
focus less
on what slipped your eyes
more on what you were shown
invasive surgical
bird's eye view
hovering above
the inner workings
of something
you'll never learn to do
immersed in truth
i drown
and do so happily
for when
such a thing is happening
i surrender to its gravity
but i don't die too often
i dwell in THIS reality
by peoples' thoughts
and the hell
that they're imagining
i let go of the car door
wiley wiggins
rising within an artform
my own thoughts form
reclaiming the territory
on which
these humans' hell
before me
was brought forth
addition by subtraction
an instant transmission
i disappear here
and reappear in satisfaction
the comfort found
in the mere act of my absence
a sight
that tear gas couldn't blacken
for i fight
the type to steer
into the path of the kraken
standing on the mast
peering past the distraction
this massive creature
regarded in such a way
it's just in the way
for where i plan to travel
is where i'm GOING to be
my journey is under way
it can be a needle
in a bunch of hay
to me
it's another day
because i will not be kept
from the tug
of the coming place
at times
i am drawn away
my trip
all but erased
but it's not from a lack of effort
or a lack of love's embrace
it's life
how things
placed before us
valleys and peaks
i prefer to climb mountains
that are out of my reach
and backstroke
on the valleys beneath

how could this be
the answer
can be found in this beat
grab a phone
and rabbit hole
out of this sleep
the escape velocity
is a conscious desire
and concentration
that leaves marks
like stria
when the thoughts are fired
the impact of which
when concentrated
offers to fire
high explosives
like when lost
is just starting to focus
overdosing on knowledge
to move with photonic motion
in my small sky
i've watched the light
sibling stars shine
just go dim
their silence
is a crime
that's gone unpunished
for such a long time
it's hopeless
but i hold out
for the slight chance
that y'all might
get to know them
i've had the pleasure
to feed microphones with
but went off the grid
on some 'leave me alone' shit

the winds of change blow
eroding the same
it's washed away
in the wake of the falling rain
the death of normal
the evolution of strange
nothing ordinary remains
it just decays

the winds of change blow
eroding the same
it's washed away
in the wake of the falling rain
the death of normal
the evolution of strange
nothing ordinary remains
there's no such thing