haunt(prod. by ())

written and performed by stranded


prod. by ()



this beat
makes me nod my head
like the hulk’s
response to threats
slamming loki
by his legs
on some ‘puny god’ whatevs
to capture
what my mind ejects
i write with electronic lead
my rhymes are puzzle pieces
from a sequence
that does not connect
i need to rearrange them
i’m a detail-natured architect
deinopis seeking prey
the things i say are spider threads
the computer keeps the pace
as i weave and shape
a great methodic web
listeners
who shift their eyes
to the sky
will find a net

you’d be surprised
how many times
the skin astride my astral body
sheds
to wriggle out
from under parasites
vampires i have fed
ecdysis
an energetic exodus
my fire ebbs
disperses
from where it can be usurped
through fangs inside my neck
i flick ‘em off my shoulders
starving cobras i do not respect
with calm composure
gently alter boulders
to their smallest specks
it doesn’t matter what they weigh
they crumble
break
dissolve
duressed
scattered
by a hidden dragon’s wrath
my arm’s possessed

often times
the way my rhymes
are designed
as my insides project
my thoughts are lost
in my own private
kotodamic dialect
i love okami to death
yet i digress
ophiocordyceps gives new meaning
to the ANTenna one might express
heads explode
like naota’s
when his n.o. power’s iris spreads
perithecia disperse their cells
their servant shell’s final breath

their teeth securely fastened
to a leaf
before their time of death
a bunch of trees
with corpses on their leaves
this forest
quite complex

veiled
dreams are braille
i sleep on a nail
made out of iron beds
impaled
i find it difficult
to read the realms
that i just left

thejawsoflight(prod. by surge cess)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

dr. hatake downplay

a/void


prod. by surge cess


hundred-year war is..............dr. hatake downplay/lucas ingram........and.......a/void



verse 1: [dr. hatake downplay]

9 dots
out of the box thinking
that most are misperceiving
specific study epiphanies
from a make shift kingdom
psychoactive chemistry practice
fillory magic distinction
synced like gps spoofing tools
controlling increments
prometheus expedient star-map
open source data crack
supersonic magnetized turbulence
molecular cloud collapse
by amplified robustness
with lightyears to expand
durable frame tardigrade
origins
unexplained by man
100 year war-chants
that dance off satellites
overwriting humans
spoolers programmed to terabyte
that hubble sight’s alright
but their flights stay low orbit
we speed of light spinning
from a gravity warping fortress
storm the quantum foam
with exotic matter forces
deformed in higher dimensions
superpositions of waves
sick district 9 resistance
bloody mech suit interface
alien physics
twisted kip thornes and roses


verse 2: [a/void]

a wave of gravitation
untamed fascination
radiation of omniscalar
innate natural inflation
a pseudo-neutron heart
too small for it’s output
BLAZING
unestablished valence
a half
that can’t quite amass formation
the chemistry may be massive
but not exactly connectively
the atomic system
may be far too deficient
magnetically
lensing
static dark matter
star field distortion
scattered
will these jagged parts heal
or reveal an orphan
light travels a path
established by atmospheric forces
but still bounces
through a series of mirrors
with zero warping
the technology of an image
recomposited
seen through optical lenses
the implications are strong
like several celestial objects
combined
all aligned in the sky
collected
in a rare cosmic design
that wanders inside the ascendant
a soul that pervades
the whole range
of the solar rays of all stars
my retinas
shown fangs
with no hope
of escaping their jaws

intoawhitehole(prod. by neadunkel)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by neadunkel



with gravity as his opponent

he carries the weight
until he transforms the heavy
to feathers
and levitates
disheveled space
the shape of everything
bends to his will

an exit becomes an entrance
a hole turns into a drill




he examines the distance
and sees his existence
being inflicted
with coma vandalism
triggering the ignition
of dystopian soul somnambulism
doomed to walk a future
that threatens
to leave him more alone
than his planet prison
shitty directing
this isn’t my show
there’s no remote
and there’s channels missing
the monetization of observation
they charge you to see
and NOT what you’d feed your eyes’ dilation
the images aren’t what you seek
a beautiful garden
disregarded
and used for cars
as a street
it’s hard to believe
how truly lost
humans can consciously be
it’s like they’ll do anything
to produce more carbon
and make it harder to breathe

who needs oxygen
when you’ve got a million vaults
of cha-ching
a thoughtful disease
‘how can we most effectively
decimate what is pure?’
humans aggressively infect
so as to never let nature mature
no meditation
the realm of self-medication’s ignored
in-depth examination of self
is the most prevalent way to your core

what’s significant to you

and how can it be obtained
without bringing harm to your surroundings
to facilitate your gain
it isn’t at all necessary
for you to administer pain

in order to stimulate
the pleasure center
within your brain
unless of course
you’re the sort
to take pleasure in something’s pain
it’s unfortunate
that the world
is infested with such a thing

tsunamicarchitecture(prod. by nix)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

rpm the brown robe

stranded


prod. by nix



verse 1: [rpm the brown robe]

the architect speak up
reach up
from his resting place
standing for his right
in what’s destined to take place
much liver at any rate
filtering the outside world
inner pearls enchant
words
nerves
transfers
how crazy things once were
then like weren’t
sometimes i’m currents
sometimes gone like
not returning
rocking the turin shroud
as a turban
transferring learning
the light is curing
if he can just find
how to be certain
behind the curtain
lie the same damn thing
man just reaching for bling
on the brink
pushing the o-ring
no thing in nature
portray the maker that way
that kind of display
will get her taken away
somewhere in there
is what’s not in the database
through the magic haze
of capital gains

and waste
you’re on board the clairvoyager
not just some everyday destroyer
the soul has no employer
spoil yourself less
let the mystery stay dressed
or you could stay stressed
going ‘round
all bent on a razor edge
in the present tense
i ascend seven steps
propitiating nephilims
madmen in bethlehem
yes
in my element
your favorite rappers are less intense
i work the flow
like a crescent wrench
at prophetic ends
look through your own lens
wipe it down
with this here rag
i’m a jack
i’m an ace
a m7stic hag
transporting back in time
with no lag in the mind
high in the tower spire
in a window out of my mind
how could i be blind
it all depends
on what side of the ‘i’ am i
me
i plan to climb

you’re a pantomime
i’m a phantom rhyme
in your crumbling paradigm
the architect
laying steps in the grand design





verse 2: [stranded]

i surf the sands of time
like norrin radd
inside an hourglass
in search of
the soul i lost
as a result
of a cosmic power bath
i am what you cannot believe
the shadow
of a shadowless monstrosity
the wrath
of an unimagined scifi glossary
is it clairvoyance
if what your eyes have seen
are events
that take place in a past
that at some point in the future
you travel back in time to breed
magic
cast beyond belief
with exotic matter tacit properties
the known has chasms
what you don’t fathom
would crack your mind in three
like bui
swinging a trilateral axe
at a giant tree
a single cloud’s tiny leaf
spirals
on the inaudible sound
of a silent breeze
shadowalks
on a stream of focused thoughts
as loud as a siren’s scream
somehow
peacefully dozes off
and drowns in a quiet dream
devotion
a mountain of light
a shroud
of unrequited beams
a solar fountain
with the shrike’s physique
there’s no account
for what these spikes could mean
alone
surrounded
photons frozen
bound in an icy freeze
it’s like being trapped

suspended
in your own private
ash dimension

a cold
silent hill apprehension
fluttering wings
emitting
budding signals of aposematism
that are only distinguished
with anachronistic vision
by someone with intuition
surpassing temporal limits
a mutant viewing remotely
what a scope
with an astral lens
depicted
the sight of those
born to bypass
normal eye paths
those capable
of the extrapolation of data
from a fast forward time lapse
mere mortals’ minds collapse
disappear
in a series of vortices
swallowed fast
pulled in
with the torque
of an astronomically enormous python’s grasp
the chaos of the vacuum
of a distorted
substratous
orgonite bomb blast

aworlddescends(prod. by nix)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

stranded

rpm the brown robe


prod. by nix



verse 1: [stranded]

a mystic eye

to which a modest lens abides
that seems to often
catch profound blips of time
this raw energy
is absolutely synthesized
by a chemist
who firmly insists
that it’s just improvised

a mural swirls again
a world descends
light ignites birds within
sojourn begins
this is what happens
when a person evanesces away
without ever actually
setting foot in a grave
one travels far and near
from here to away
a coronal field appears
as a soul is nearing escape
energy emanates
ebbs and breaks
the figures
on each side of a ratio
progressively switching place
as the transposition
finishes taking place
this new form tethered
by a tentative chain of fate
at any moment
it can be absorbed
back into its lamp
a sheath implodes
its sword
ripped from its hand
i suspect
that’s why society was built
to entrance
distract us from
becoming avid travelers
tamped

but on these rare occasions
when fortune smiles
in mysterious ways
and somehow
we can slip out the cage
we must take advantage
as the grains of sand
spill away
weave ‘em like ‘friction’
masta killa in rain

this profound peace
however brief
when it is weighed
against our much longer periods
imprisoned away
we find
the scales are balanced
with equivalent weight
because abundance and significance
are two different things

i go inside my skull
and drift through the maze
as my mind evolves
its walls
transfigure away
i stare into outer space
while earth spins through the shade
and find myself lost
in the abyss of a gaze
just consider
…for all eternity
the night will disguise
entire worlds
behind obscure lights in the sky
it looks like
taulmaril’s bolts of lightning preside
a screen capture
of catti-brie fighting the gods


verse 2: [rpm the brown robe]

the verbal lighting rod
evoking the squad
on up high
amongst divine
not just after a good time
even though
that’s of course
to be had
it’s all there in the math
learn how to add
learn how to burn to ash
then back up again
i funk gems
like you don’t understand them
like when you do
they’re right there in your hands
i walked amongst land
littered with economic problems
let’s help you solve them
here guy
apply solvent
or let the girls take it all away
‘cause you’re acting all obtuse and shit
that means one-sided business
my rhymes ring true
like speed dial digits
a meteor shower visits
you’re like ‘wow’
what a vision
that was a long time
can you believe it
i’m steady weaving
like this woven teach string
in between hymns
on my knees
fighting for some freedom ring shit
don’t go there
yo
it’s prayer
i’m on some voltaire
i think we can both declare
like we’re told they’re
fresh native

like breathing this toltec air
go to heck
if you got the motor head
i’m steady
let go
ill rhyming from there and back
and don’t go to bed
EYE stole a photo
of my own ego
my zen took over
y’all cats are tall tales
short winded pinocchio
there’s an open window
so wide
you wouldn’t know it
you’re all down in the mouth
manic
just below it
i’m equilibrium
in elysium
you’re what’s keeping them
‘r’ to the ‘p’ ‘m’
’til we meet again
1

cirromorphicairspace(prod. by aquariusminded)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

stranded

zodd the immortal


prod. by aquariusminded



 verse 1: [stranded]

offbeat circadian
lost in a bleak irradiance
a creature quite familiar
with what disorientation is
roaming his prison
earth
pretending he’s not an alien
secretly formulating
his plot of escaping it

occasional fickle flames
ablaze
on immortal candlewicks
perpetual evolution
of the canon of what can exist

….my meditation
conjures galaxies of transience
worlds that hatch
form and collapse
into peaceful ambience
the rogue interpretations
of shadow accretion analysts
home to anthropomorphic
astral clouds
that speak somnambulant

…take a halberd to the face
serrated molecules
shadows lurk
in baby goblin dunes
subatomic ghouls
stranded on the outskirts of dirt
we hide in pools
rogue fish
who on occasion
blip in episodic schools
a momentary twitch
their wrists
give off a sonic boom
like guile
in street fighter ii
these galaxies are not for you
i’m but one of a conscious few
who constitutes an ebb’s demise
an unnoticed moment
marks the roots
of a legend’s rise

INperts
in search
of what the depths would hide
truths
only seen
by the most unique
sets of eyes

such things
elude the shallowescent mind
self-imposed prisoners
surrenderers of every kind
fall victim to a foe
who with
only one step would die
instead
they stand still
as they get wrapped up
in a web of lies
you can’t be given hope
to escape
if you’ll only accept your binds
that’s just more
of that irony
alessa finds
souls are most at peace
while wandering unmeasured time
uninhibited
free from their temporal imprisonment
my own two are the only temples
you’ll find me religiously visiting
real absorbed
kneeling before
all that i’m witnessing
as i solemnly sift through it
earmarking what’s interesting
lost in crisscrossing infinites
in pausing increments
blinking in and out
of atomic bomb-like instances
shrinking beneath profound
epiphanic cosmic filaments

i get smaller all the time
there’s so much more than me
i ain’t shit
everything that exists
evolves from sorcery
magic is at the bottom
of what reveals the world we see
our entire macrocosm
pales to the quantum worlds beneath


verse 2: [zodd the immortal]

consume planets
spit ruins
and shit humans
lift moons
in the monsoon movement
subterranean
scaly skinned alien
an eagle’s face gazing in
the sun is phasing
the moon’s changing grins
i’m grim daily
seemless changing
like baby twins
the plaguing of a generation
no one is made to win
deadly sins playing on a ukulele
life’s a crazy simulation
of what you might have been
the slightest glimpse
leaves you blinded
two timing hymns

how are you just now convinced
under the rule
of the foulest prince
i’m not perfect
but i’m also not human
i’ll admit

the calloused grip
you get slammed into earth’s crust
it bursts guts
there are no challenges
in the forest of realms
where the blasphemed souls dwell
and madness’ held captive
the unknown ever lasts
within the vast growing blackness
she’s mad as she chants
with stained glass lips
figure like an hourglass
but watch for her wrath
it’s entangled in madness
relaxed venomous kisses
that she’s entranced with
story goes that it
once killed a blacksmith
condemned by her majesty’s magic
the town was in panic
another
insanity classic
i get to work on your casket

black cats crossed paths
within the vanishing castle
with laughter
she brandished a black hole
hell whispered the passcode
screaming
it collapsed backroads
and cracked open ever afters

i climbed in
and fell through forbidden chapters
a moment intimate with disaster
god gifted the rapture
the arrival of the cryptic messenger

i break course
the floors melt

they reached out their tentacles
for help

opaquevoyage(prod. by aquariusminded)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

rpm the brown robe

stranded


prod. by aquariusminded



verse 1:  [rpm the brown robe]

9:31
rpm on the mic son
the sun done gone down
making truth with its loved one
blaupunkt
like fahrvergnugen
i’m audi
but leaving behind an offering
in the form of virtual sample
like a handshake
earthquakes on mandates
on my m.o.
and that makes my metaphysical lifestyle
i been around like van wilds
and burners
that breathe the vapors
from the oil
of toil true
fade from one time
to still happening
guage
you never have to save
built in auto function
dialed with correct timing
set the path on blast
to find things
as you come to them
refresh to make it understand
knowledge keep you younger than
wisdom through experience
ride upon a ray
of gamma band bending
to reach the planet
before the gathering end
grab another bag
and pitch in
with the rest of us
traveling bags of dust
what’s left of trust
that we let rust
and oxidize
for all
time flies
a count of eyes
how many of us still memorize
and how many summarize
to make it dramatized
real cannibalized
but can fantasize
and fantasy should never despise
nor let be despised
this what a three-eyed druid surmised
when he came back
snatched the patent
then applied
different formulas
combined by design
filling blanks
like dna planks
rising to the right hand side
and ever so slightly aggrandized
with my command files
and i also have a real knack
for letting go
gain altitude for altruism
and flew
through the vision
dudes listen
how many of y’all killing mission
need ambition
why you tripping
stay your position
hold post in the cell division
convincing all the opposition
like some type of politician
you need tradition

throw it up for mysticism

throw it up



verse 2:  [stranded]

…pure inner vision

i couldn’t look at humans
with more cynicism
there is no more
a despicable organism
living
they insert themselves
in healthy cyphers
and pour venom in them
why do they issue hurt
i know that they feel pain themselves
why not prevent others
from ever knowing
the things they’ve felt

being abused
is no excuse
for hunting innocence
anyone who exhibits this
gets no forgivenesses
i despise those
who reinforce awful sentiments
you should strive
to never be to blame
for someone’s emptiness
go inward like siddhartha
pondering
as the river drifts
conjuring astral images
quantum mirror wormhole
mind altering vertigo
how many worlds you know?

i am not satisfied
with this current paradigm
so i am the architect
of a much more repaired design
i do my part
and don’t concern myself
with what others do
no one who’s alive
doesn’t have to live
with what they do
if they don’t see for themselves
that they need to improve

fuck’s it supposed to mean
to be berated by you

any such behavior’s
just a waste of your fuel
just be persistent
like pepé le pew

BEING YOU

i’d walk on drug needles for shoes
if it meant the difference
between me being me
or being you
it’s like fast forward
slow exposure
photographic volleyball
i’m lost
in the eye
of a storm of [fuck all of y’all]
that bullshit obscures
until it’s just a blur

blanketed in disregard
until it’s stricken
from my earth
you will only ever
see me embrace
what i appreciate
i will never hold onto
that which would see peace deflate
it would eat away at my soul
if i chose not to deviate
and it’s scant enough as it is
without being willfully decayed

energetic deficiency
that still measures considerably
‘cause despite how empty i am
i still give every bit of me
the only times
i fail to give all i’ve got
is when it’s for me
‘cause i can’t help
but respond
to all the flaws
that my mirrors speak
despite how much love
i provide
there’s an insufficiency
i will never be satisfied
with what those in my heart
get from me