hyperspacebriefcase(prod. by warlock poems)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  stranded

verse 2:  rpm the brown robe


prod. by warlock poems



rpm the brown robe    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy



verse 1: [stranded]


just skip
to 1:36
stranded’s redundant as shit
always talking ‘bout love
when he spits
there are times
she thinks it’s her
but it’s not
other times
she doesn’t even recognize
what he dropped
exotic knots

a torment
time does not unlock

an agonizing box
true loneliness
exists outside the confines of clocks
i’ve known a custom misery
for all of my life
but there are creatures
who have darkened my plight
with solemn light

their orchidaceous eyes ignite
blossoms pour from my clouds
the darkness softly drowned
in a corrugating tide of night
folding
like a complex
hyperspace briefcase
the physics
that lurk beneath
as quantum framework
is reshaped
the macro-decompression
of a reconfigured substrate
if you’re truly honest with yourself
there’s no such thing as love/hate(as in a love/hate relationship)
install yourself
within a roaring
waterfall of integrity
NOT lying to yourself
is YOUR responsibility
work on your heart’s agility
its resilience is exemplary
contort yourself in ways
that won’t cause pain
to your vicinity
your destination
doesn’t have to change
to counter enmity
for you to just
adjust your route
to account for empathy
if you truly feel
the world revolves around YOU
consider this

your emOCEAN’s tides
are controlled by satellitic shifts
and
in order for such a relationship to exist

you must accept
that you won’t always get what you wish

‘cause being at the center
means that everything affects you
if you’re always being modified
why would you not expect to
but that’s enough about you
let’s go back to me again
and what
to me
is the ABSOLUTE OPPOSITE of meaningless

i read the scrolls
in the soul of a woodnymph
her pleasant moonshine
FOREVER ruled my sky
with one glimpse
exotic pheromones
a lycan with a woman’s scent
while the sun denotes its absence
it’s BRIGHTER where the wolf went



verse 2: [brown robe]


following footprints
to walk a thousand years fast
if it appears vast
it is
smash the gear shaft
sixth sense
persistence
one instance/existence
know difference
day and night visions
doors open

when the spine goes online
ancient programming
scrolls probe the inner mind
couldn’t crack the code
of the soul traveler
one step past the firewall
they ran into a calendar
insight i’ve gathered up
from silent lenders
distinguished elders
sunlight in HIS presence
buried beneath

the himalayas deep

he meditates awake
knowing sleep
to be temporary keep
but he trek through

more SELF
than some guess who
except you
you get sent out for some cell fuel
draw aside
while i quest on this forest ride
light inside
so why dull the blade
on the grind
not alone on my fine path
i got my pines
and some high hats
my rhymes turn to sky maps
spyglasses
try to catch my white caps
y’all style lax
brown robe spit that high mass
fly traps

the glance
a source of gravity
magnets in attraction
but you don’t know its apogee
not a breath stirred
nobody gets hurt
the best church
robe let the bless surge
quest words
uncensored

well served
in a web search
excerpts
pull the lever
and it gets burned
the well held the belt
a hundred years of war
or more
born to soar metaphors
and level doors
chemicals form
a formula
dawn in the mind
a sacred thread in the design
return of the center
drawing lines