lightswitch(prod. by ichiban hashface)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by ichiban hashface


i hear tell of demons
but i seldom hear the reasons
there are not a slew
of inherently evil beings
when a creature behaves as such
it’s because of a series of events
it blossoms
an anomaly popping up
is infrequent
and even then
it’s attributed
to malfunction of synapses
dichotomous contradiction
cognitive dissonance

science has argued
that our minds
are not meant for this
could eden’s garden be the lab
fruit from its vines
the experiments
what has been deposited
on the akashic etheric disks
if we inquired into its contents
what would the query present
an astute fascination
with mutagen
peace to coachgun
i salute imaginations
the few who concede to no one
this is how i persevere
reverse engineering a shogun
staring into a spear
whose point
peers as deep as my soul runs
cold blood
winter sand that won’t budge
the monument of old suns
synonymous with diamonds
when the coal’s crushed
when evolution piques
will you peak
or prove to be weak
and fold up
like a drawbridge
y’all kids
need to do like trees
and grow up

hold up
ichiban produced fire
to feed my rhymes
that’s peace
like getting high
off of marijuana
that’s legalized
alessa nodes
phosphorescent codes
cracked
like eggs on bowls
pleasant
like shelley from hemlock grove’s
bioluminescent glow
i imbibe on lessons yo
sponge
when it comes to betterment
i don’t fuck with medicine
if it doesn’t make
a life or death difference
unless the world is set to end
war
famine
death
and pestilence
due to consistency
my immunoefficiency is excellent
i’m all about empowering women
like estrogen
and having profound relationships
outside of having sex with them
i find beauty
in the body shape
and face
i don’t deny that
but i do not surrender
to each impulse in my synapse
i won’t allow myself
to treat a sentient creature
as an object
that’s a feeble concept
and it reeks of a weaker mindset
despite degree of knowledge
you’re moronic
if you don’t recognize facts
even if you can see
you’re blind
if you don’t realize that

if you disagree with me
we shouldn’t be in contact
may these words reverberate
and hold the weight of gold
like bobcat
vanishing
the planet breaks
a plague of locusts flies past
as man disintegrates
it liberates my soul
in contrast
that may be cold
like caitlin snow
panabaker beside flash
but being stranded
is like the misdeeds of humanity
facing god’s wrath
inundated
by the daily bullshit
society
drowning
swirling violently
this world’s pointlessness
swallows me
look at the metaphor
you get absorbed
by those who bottom feed
as long as humans prosper
the future will not know peace
we’re made of galaxies
hidden power
but how do you shape reality
despite how small you are
you all think
it all revolves around your needs
what kind of sense
does that make
the gravity would be wild as shit
that many satellites
orbiting one body
could not persist
imagine
with just one additional moon
how the tide would get
the oceans could cock back
on some fire arm tsunami shit

a quiet calm
abruptly silences the mind
as comets drift along
at a gentle crawl
the dawn of new consciousness
fireballs that have been spawned
from the thrall of a cosmic rift

thoughts are flint
it is within YOU
that the spark exists
so close your eyes
and shadowalk a bit
carve your walkingstick
from a limb
that extends
from the roots
of your heart’s content
a rogue splinter
don’t surrender
your innermost occupant
let your soul explode
inflating
filling what holds it
….obstinate
ferrous will
adamant resolve
anachronistic thoughts
a sorcerer performing dark magic
to traffic mystic arts
listen
what i spit is sharp
kick back
like when a pistol sparks
absorb it
like bufotenin
from a hallucinogenic frog
your whole world’s being destroyed
but you don’t want to get involved
typical humans
you sit
spewing your criticism blogs
you are the true and living flaws
the jaws that chew humanity
parasites
with ouroboric
self-destructive panderings
if you’re the type to subscribe
to foolish laws
developed by man
and need a marriage license
to confirm
you fell in love
that’s insanity
you should vanish
like george not dancing
under an enchanted sea
your inaction
results in damage
so expansive
you can’t foresee
horticulture
world sculptor
before you advance
concede
every time you make a choice
is a point where you plant a seed

wis3cod3monk3yz(prod. by wakizashi jabberwockyz)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

7 arm'd labyrinth
okami ghosthack
sea/swordz (pronounced sea of swordz)
menes the pharaoh


prod. by wakizashi jabberwockyz (7 arm'd labyrinth & anübis dōhji)



verse 1: (7 arm’d labyrinth)

7 rinth
clumsily distort and bend truth
sitting on his cosmic throne
and wielding gems that’s nen fused
says who
strange eyes of his
that capture that
laudanum inebriated
mental crushing capsule rap
well
i could have sworn
my thoughts control the seasons
addled mess
of adolescent maddened lsd binge
shadow silhouetted labyrinth
with no faces
i got high friends
in low places
rapping in smoked basements
tossing daggers
crooked postured alien
tablet gnashing
attic dwelling
morbid sort of alias
raps awaken sorcery
that’s dormant in his mental
psychic enhancement beverage sipping
orphan with a pencil
lethargic demeanor
baggy hoody rocking
awkward grin
bird’s nest hair
frizzed out
chaotic like my thoughts have been
the silhouette contortionist
who pace around illogically
although my music’s strange to you
it doesn’t sound so odd to me
this is my norm



verse 2: (okami ghosthack)

who let all these animals
in the jewel bazaar?
haunting harajuku bouncer graveyards
the panzerschreck prize fighters
casting charm spells
on zulu nightwatchmen
pink dogwood blossoms
in laughing coffins
lollipop ominous
yakuzas in ceremonial zebra gum robes
catnap catwoman in rome
the clock tower explodes
red spectacles
wolfsbane nectar slurpeez
otherworldly mp-40s
orbiting izanami the corpse queen
ossuary
oops all berries
franken-wines
for toasting turquoise maned snow lions
cyan limes
a walking city fell through the ice
dreamsicle skyline
sharkskin men and peach hip girls
smiling with guns out
cruella deville
guangzhou opera quellazaires
twin zastavas
zipcraft valet inside a zipped bag
with comics
three wise code monkeys
spy versus spyware
polar researchers
blast stuffing out wild bears

miniguns melting

and two reincarnated grave robbers
found their own skeletons
dollhouse elvish



verse 3: (sea/swordz)

…realmless babbling fools
impersonating a master’s intellect
trapped in a zoo
in a cage
with a fasting silhouette

traveling
like staggering burberry
patterned mechs

the shadow moves
in a rage
until they’re wrapped up in its depths

ripped into darkness
rays of light
stripped to the bone
forced to evolve
like a narcissist
with no mirrors in his home

thought experiments
i spend long periods
in a zone
where wisdom roams
and the weather
is perpetual sandwinter snow
shroud of turin draped shinobi
swirling approach of death

murder face emoji
shuriken with a strobe effect
mute weapon
looking like some sort of shit
thrown by boba fett
the monk3y cod3 coated projectiles
floated
open heads
it’s telepathic sabotage
signal path data fraud
trying to prevent the impact
of an empath’s battle scars
from being in a pasture
full of calves
being jabbed with cattle prods



verse 4: (menes the pharaoh)

a hundred nights i waited
10,000 days debated
ghost gauntlets
on a sinking ship
to coffin land
graveyard scuffle
broken knuckles on tombstones
of a foreign land
feral skin
glowing like a radiated chosen one
monks break bricks with heads
and light blunts with a molten tongue
olden sun
aura of a frozen gun
you still see me?
ghetto magician
busting shots out of thin air
believe me
morlore delorian
back to the past
historian
his story being told
as he storms through the opium
denz in which i live in
his pens write in crimson
the end is what i’m given
forgotten but forgiving
1st and 3rd person
2 to 4
the truer living
i’m perpetually spinning
but eventually distant
the world back off me
too close to the enemy
who’s there
a shadow
that i never could perceive
witches in my caverns
caress my moldy flesh
and a necromancer enchant
with the name menes
take a bow into death
baohz inventions are the best

theplanetbreaker(prod. by locvst)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by locvst



…i operate in shadow-driven phases
like steampunk light vibration
candle powered oscillation
determined by a paradigm
of sonic strobe manipulation
symbolized by the manner
in which
my host dimension changes

according to my observations
much of what i find
smothers eyes with blinding hatred
for humans
are by far
the very worst of all the races
i’m not human
i’m conscious
using a stick to walk through mazes
hallucinogenic concentration
imagine looking out
into space
and the sky is vacant
absence of the constellations
coincides with earth
being roamed by gods
visitation
facilitated by capitulation
bodies surrendered
by those willing to let them take them
avatar technology
souls powering
through the mechanics
of gold
spiraling
a planet with ghost colonies
who walks among us
creatures cloaked in ignorance
moving unbeknownst
to those who lack experience
menes stacking pyramids
onlookers in a trance
when they glance
psychocamouflage pulls the trigger
BLAM
dormant like the winter sand
for now
shrouded
hidden clan
it’s like my swords
are made of cypress
how i can just kill a man
improvisational science
vials of blood on a ceiling fan
the butterfly effect
of pollen collected
once you build a plant
these days
wack rappers
blow up like film enhanced
by making it seem
like it’s cool to be felons
in silly chants
to children fans
that’s like bragging
about smelling what krillin can’t
i wish these fools would hold their breath
with their noses pressed against kilograms
of pure coke
and inhale
with the force of blowing wind
gale
for teaching children to die
or survive to grow up in jail
makes me want to tear
a hole in the earth
and throw them in hell
like sahjhan
with quor’toth

holtz got his revenge well
i’m a lone monster
anthropomorphic maelstrom
that bends light
and grows darker
like wesley wyndam-pryce
with a crescent windpipe

an ancient dragon
of myth and legend
in flight
descending on an unsuspecting town
without an invite

a blind creature
with a profound amount of insight
perpetually seeking
to better comprehend life

that 'shadow self' song’s
a seven arm’d rinth bite
retrace your steps
to when your soul was lost
follow in spike’s
redemption
your spark restored
you will feel your heart mature
by paying appropriate homage
to swords that sharpened yours
on occasion
i consume trees
i’m an arborvore
peace to the moon lily
zodd the immortal
and amador
in the shadows
i evolve
obscure
like a polymorph
shifting intermittently
when it is fitting
i alter forms
the ignition
of eternal flames

my thoughts adorned
by softly flitting nocturnal plagues
of gently haunting swarms
this world pales
in contrast
to the one i’m crawling towards
it’s like the brightest light
beside the height
of the darkest wars
a caterpillar
steadfastly inching along
for it becomes a butterfly
at the end
it evolves
my own persistence will determine
if i ascend or i fall

so i just have to push
like nagato with his palm

innovation
three section staff
new chamber
my thoughts gravitate to paper
to become words
expressed as a collection of massive sabers
with a force
focused well enough
to shatter glaciers
the size of worlds
to spiral
hurled into the depths
of intergalactic craters
imagination
a weapon
akin to a planet breaker

sabreteeth(prod. by poison flowerz!)

written and performed by sea/swordz

prod. by poison flowerz!

sea/swordz (pronounced sea of swordz)

+

poison flowerz!

=

sasori's/puppetz



tigers and cranes
large fangs
the biting of false brains
to administer death
not sustenance
the lack of substance
zero gravity
lacks the suction
i disappear
nearing the anatomy of astral functions
but not quite
i’m not light enough
to grasp such sun-strength
incompatible
my framework is far too shadowful
darkness abounds
my thoughts in a shroud
that’s shatterproof
even though i don’t
i walk around in a scramble suit
scanning the dull
mannequin lulled
phantom barraged
weak
transparent skulled
pandered to mobs
that do NOTHING
to supplant the facade
they accept it
with the full wingspan of their arms
ecstatic
to NOT be in command of their thoughts
ANYTHING to keep from having
to examine their hearts
they stalk the land of the lost
brains washed
bleach removes stains
but damages cloth
time’s a prison
for what’s the reach
of the hands on a clock
it has three
but it can’t even box
fuck a world
that reprimands deeper thought
how is sleep
the most freedom we got
and even that
is besieged by a clock
you can’t escape society
if you leave it or not

holographiceyesight(prod. by episodic)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by episodic


the world imploding
as it undergoes morph-propulsion
any defense against this force
is hopeless
when an observer is focused
they endure psychosis
from the speed at which
extra-earth geo orbs approach with
waves emanate in their wake
because their course is so quick
shrouded in eternal solstice
the dura opens
the mind absorbs the shower
the surge devoured
as it soaks in
ubiquity
serenity flowers out of joph’s stems
as i look out
turned
clouds blur the auric oceans
but just enough to serve
as a mural of pure hypnosis

i go into a trance
shadows independently dance
apart from the objects
from which they advance

the truth is an enigma
like studentz switching his stance
simple to overlook
and difficult to understand
i swim in a pool
not unlike an aquarium circumstance
where you are not meant to interact
beyond a stirring glance


a wizard made of stars
as soon as i turn the mic on
the future experiences
quantum level lightstorms
collateral damage
mushroom-headed lifeforms
slaughtered by a puppeteer
hiding behind the right pawn
so much that is beautiful
is torn to shreds
fuck the concept of funerals
to mourn the dead
that’s a process
that goes on in my head
from the moment they’re gone
’til i no longer draw breath

thepredationofmoons(prod. by the odd one)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

stranded  -  thoughtz


prod. by the odd one



verse 1(stranded):

the sky takes shape
and assumes the form
of unabated cocoons
what sort of creations flourish
from the predation of moons
the most gentle of torches
their blazes consumed
their soft light
inhumanely removed
any remorse
nearly decays as it blooms
while such horrors walk amongst us
my hatred will too

all things reap what they sow
lifeforms don’t always peacefully grow
but to the determined
adversity is an inertia creep show
any obstructions that surface
become hurdles below
plus
wings sprout like an alter ego

fly like
aeon’s eyesight
i close my eyes tight
the darkness i like
spending time inside
keeps me sharp as hindsight
being blind
only means
that all outside the darkness
highlights
so get your mind right

focus
a magnifying glass
on what isn’t noticed

the data
pyroclast
from the rift’s explosion
microdot sorcery
hair that moves
on its own
maneuvers of a worm
contorting into a hole
truly cold
the shadows of snow
a rare form of ice
trapped in a ghost
thesandwinter's lasting approach
if you buy it
it's drugs
a savant
wearing watches like gloves
that which is false
being  hugged

as the truth
an unseen tree's roots
crawl through the mud
a virus inside a robot
talking to bugs
transmitted
through satellitic objects
above
what's big
is just a series
of subatomic jostles and tugs

i decline to be so arrogant
as to not consider
what lies beneath
what my eyes are aware exists

there are those
who surrender their lives
leaving their vessel behind
impeccably dry
for six years
they prepare
and sit
so when their spirits
wish to revisit this side
to again reside
they know where it is

as soon as the bell
no longer tolls
their bodies are left frozen
in a calming pose
empty vehicles
that await the day
that they are drawn back home

tunnels
between planes
tombstones
that double as graves
what is happiness
to those who know nothing of pain
if you haven't suffered
then you have never truly gained

art
to me
is totemic
the ultimate form of expression
light
in small doses
collected
to one who
finds darkness so pleasant
is more than enough
to offer sustenance
and nourish
whatever longs for its presence
modest portions
as impactful
as subtle sparks in the heavens
significance
is not equivalent
to how large an object is


verse 2(thoughtz):





my synopsis is
that nonsense and hypocrisy
of hominids
cause monopolies to flourish
for the dominant
it’s like nourishment will calm your sense
it’s common sense
til we’ve lost our head
medusa in an argument

you snooze
we’ll bring the phenomenally ominous armament
come with it
only to pause you like commas
your coma is karma
wearing armor for my consciousness
but it’s still hard to dodge
like the dollar’s grip
we’re short handed like court stenographers
assaulting novices
salt in the wounds
of the poor and impoverished
forcing the populous towards the consequence
thoughtz
a conduit
a star like a dwarf wandering
kurt cobain chilling
writing like kurt vonnegut
getting battered from the romulan
we deserve a planet as a monument
i’m truly disgusting
inhuman
a something immune to a substance
chemicals fool with you puppets
it fuels the incumbants
that rule for the numbers
who’s to blame for the future
when it crumbles
without the use of the subject
but YOU say it’s nothing
what if newsday was fronting
what if all that we knew’s fake
a true plague was coming

the master with phrases
sages who fasted for days
gasped in amazement
my task for the day’s to put data to pages
shatter the matrix
with patterns comprised of matter
the madness to change the planet
i’m rabid with rabies
having his way
with rappers at stages
they should trap him in cages
before i snap and enrage
stay awake for 7
then nap for a day
wake up trapped in a maze
til being awake
isn’t half as amazing after the waking
they want to divide us
the temple legend passed by the masons
hiram abiff
what i craft
it is ageless
it contains the future
the past in the making
i create art
like taking acid
and painting
as i walk the path of the nameless
i’m only after self actualization
and declassification
of the self i masked
over ages
passed over cribs on passover
i have no relation
half smoke and half water
a mummy unraveling
absent from the planet
til i come back

i combat to save half the race
from their own self destruction
in the path they forged
and can’t escape
my spirit is vast
hear it in tracks
that take you back
to ancient acts
that made us trapped today

odin(prod. by 7 arm'd labyrinth)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

7 arm'd labyrinth - sea/swordz(pronounced:  sea of swordz)

7 arm'd labyrinth and sea/swordz = aphotic/vortex (pronounced: aphotic vortex)


*song is taken from the album.........loopz for basket cases........entirely produced by 7 arm'd labyrinth..........at the following link:

 https://zenstudentz.bandcamp.com/album/loopz-4-basket-cases



verse 1(zen studentz):

raddest
when he brought flows
truth hone oddest
been rapping
back of abandoned buildings
gnashing with the half of it
ruby caps
azul
when we blast through the hazardous
yataghan grasping addict
slash
wax digging master kid
raw spits
broke blunt ash jargon
his priorities have switched
now it’s get cash rapid
by all means

aight

don’t even try to grasp the mic
foolish
thinking floozy spits
can measure up to baohz
his last opponent
caught a thousand punches
guts is bloody
rascal
it’s horror prone and ragged
when he mad and have his mask unlift
run and dash
blunts is ashed in fucking attics
wax thumbing through some odd jazz
crafting oops maddened
like…


verse 2(sea/swordz):

energetic fossils
staggering toward your realm
dead and gone
but back
through an hourglass
where deserts fall

a nexus opens
gently floating
i trek along
on a path
beside a massive labyrinth
with seven arms

moving through worlds
granted access
like severed palms
we weave through space
taking notice
of beauty that few appreciate
alas
when you use an ax
the roots of hacked up trees
escape
lord studentz crafts
the truest magic seen today

eventfulhorizon(prod. by eczein)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by eczein



i hear wings assaulting the sky

the sound of this reality
being caught by surprise
perhaps it is wrong
but i shadowalk all the time
i am fascinated
by getting lost in my mind
a finger gently placed on space
it explodes
the shrapnel spirals into its print
like it’s gold
i summon a void
the louder monkey’s voice
is never known
what’s real
whatever i decide at the time
anything i choose to see
with the eye on my spine

hiei’s forehead
dragons for arms
darkness flame blackens the stars
shadow farms
emptiness
non-hollow convoluted
depth of endlessness
this void consumes
not to be confused
with ultra-instances
eyes obtuse
equipped with quite acute
perceptive instruments
a vague micro-gesture
sends his hand to his hilt

he draws his blade
coffins cascade
blood and ink compete
to see which
will cover more of the page
each swing and thrust
stringing together
to construct a story of rage
an interruption in the force
is conveyed
it’s like ashton kutcher
looking at a book
until the words wiggle
a pulse bursts
there’s a blip
the atmosphere around the earth ripples
birds scream
every animal’s fur
porcupines
somehow
they sense a hint
of a temporal slide
the arrival of a being
derived from another point and time
he enters through a door
one only finds
where two worlds combine
harmonic construction
conducted by a burst
of universal disruption
the merge
of dark melodies
and dirty percussion
a bent light
photonic mural abduction
auroral flames ignite
from his verse
when it touches
subversive
to the likes of which
earth is accustomed
urging all
to exercise subdural combustion
gentle fire
the awakening of dormant realms
a lone drow
escaping the ways of abhorrent elves
his own father roams
controlled
on his trail
the one opponent
who can rival his blades
by himself
zaknafein
a spirit wraith
by way of a spell
his soul
reintegrated
once again in its shell
just over a decade
after it was expelled
both instances of which
his own mother compelled
far too many vile creatures
know nothing of hell

syntheticremsleep[limbicoverload](prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

wisdm - stranded


prod. by lost soul


verse 1: (wisdm)

the story of the wishing well
spell of the ringing bell
been lost in this maze
for days
as far as i can tell
propel thoughts like crops
symbolic imprint
two orbs in the distance
the glow of the mystics
sage smoke
mixed with mary jane
gettin lifted
drifting
like a cloud above
uninflicted
gravity be king
sing the song of a dying star
far from the average kid
living life on mars
lunar scars
reflect who we were
and where we are
sorcerer
on the edge of time
playing his guitar

e minor
if you wanna know the chord i'm on
i'm strong
with the language of sound
word to cybertron
vibe is gone
meditate
til the tide is calm
tiger balm
soothe muscle after fire palm
five alarm
five 5's in the megastorm
styles born unique
like the art that i speak
deep inner sanctum
blueprint designed while i sleep
cheap labour
a couple of potheads and skaters
data found later
in the absence of craters
the absynthe was greater
in the time of great painters
green swirls
vortex between worlds
my body the shell
my soul the pearl
girls and boys
are you ready
for a brand new noise
toy writers get left
in the land of the void
true stories get revealed
then suppressed and destroyed
kids annoyed by their parents
and increasingly bored
separation anxiety
the life of a borg
connected through cord
memories stored
electric lore
protect the core
while my spirit soars for more
a mental war
purchase your flags at the corner store
be careful
when you open doors

life is a winter's forest


verse 2: (stranded)

…tremendous force
snow pushing limbs
that bend but don’t break
that’s trees lifting weights
for a season
til it dissipates
when the freeze
begins to slip from lakes
the discipline
of water standing still
for extended lengths
molecules have time to rest
before they reacquire stress
the interim of which
growth requires to climb its steps
tempestuous specks
that zip back and forth
and readjust
cellular mutation
cells pupate
and leave their husk
with new identities
they adapt to energy
how it feels
determines
how they reveal their inner chi
our swords are raging flames
we insulate the steel
in its sheathe
when we draw
we stab your minds
before it has time
to shed degrees
but in the event
that we let winter
creep into our blades
that is the intent
to relentlessly imbue a change
it’s like entire deserts
sprouting flowers
when we wield our swords
that’s the apparent
esoteric alchemy
that we perform
a thousand speeding meteors
spin around with even force
it’s like rasengan
in the palm of god
being formed
as 7th galaxy ignores
i’m the shadow clone by which
that chakra globe is being forged
to stab the foe he’s speaking toward
once this technique matures
what he sees distorts
all he observes
is a large shuriken shrieking forth
a high-pitched
whistling oscillation
pervades his world
before he has time
to even wonder why space is swirled
he fades away
in an implosion
effervesced
like the sensation you feel
when you bend over
and take several breaths
then stand up
holding it
after a 30 second stretch
with your back against a wall
and let someone compress your chest

don’t try this shit
it deprives the brain of oxygen
only through pure fortune
can you avoid consequence
this is how my older cousin
taught me to explore unconsciousness
i’m lucky i never died
in our dumb, deaf and blind attempts
i wouldn’t even mention this
in regard to the star’s strike
but this was the best analogy
for me to describe it with
so for the sake of the story
i wish you well

and leave you with nothing
but a jacket on an empty pail

losthaibane(prod. by zen studentz)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

7 arm'd labyrinth - sea/swordz (pronounced:  sea of swordz)


prod. by zen studentz


verse 1: (7 arm'd labyrinth)

i walk with scissor legs
and lost control of thoughtforms
them passages get blasted open
who am i to say i know
while crossing forks
distraught
torn and godless as the haibane
astrologic contemplation
caught within the tides unphased
and kept the balance
just barely

rascal who ain’t know himself

despondent cloud
in auric forms
that hide a golden shell
like

attic dwelling villains
crypted in the mist
crypted cryptic vision
visiting the crypt in which i live

uncapped
and blasted back
by souls that’s captured in abyss
my shadow self was present
turned and gasped
then asked just what this is
he said
the bird ever existed
and the egg you guard’s illusions
head for exits far from truth
until his head was scarred and bruised
and all you get’s bizarre conclusions
seeing planets in my vinyl crates
yet
everyday
i’m haunted
like an unsuccessful haibane
who hasn’t seemed to find its way



verse 2: (sea/swordz)

aimlessly
he wanders misbegotten paths
blindly trodden flat
as if his eyes were methodically
tied shut by each lash
only granted permission
to scantly envision time collapse
panicking
stranded with the sand
that drips inside the glass
each grain is like his sanity
abandoning him
while they splash
he’s just an anachronistic
random glitch in its biomass
just because he disagrees
doesn’t mean he is iconoclast
he just wants to leave
and be free to seek
sand for his own personal glass
he can’t resist his wander staff
no prison could make him stay
his glow being engulfed
he is a ghost who lives to fade away
a familiar jolt
he feels a pulse
within his soul
a sigil radiates
he ventures toward
this gentle source
a mental form of intercourse
those with whom he builds with
forge thought-streams
to which
remarkable offspring will be born
ideas generated
by those who chose not to be ill-informed
shadowalking in worlds
the vast majority ignores
the worlds that he adores

betweenblades(prod. by wizdomgod)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by wizdomgod


my eyes close
electrodes explode
burn at great speed
i try to discern what
the encephalographically observed
waves read
but it’s a blur
or worse
the journey escapes me
i reach most mornings
being torn from a vague dream
my brain squeezed
by societal shackles
it’s been undeniably established
i AIN’T FREE
i’m on an entire planet
and i all but amble the same streets
countless sights to behold
yet i can only nictitate peace
so angry
i can sit still
in the cold
and generate heat

the mars breather
sireniform palm reader
i consort with a squad
of upper echelon creatures
what are hallucinogens
to quotidian non-sleepers

trying to live
where you don’t really belong
beleaguers
it’s like swimming across a river
of carnivorous starved amoebas
or running on a small island
from a coalition
of perpetually-powered irobotic cheetahs
how could you possibly achieve this?

you will succumb
to their depredations
be undone by their digestive phases
you cannot both
retain your integrity
and escape this
just let go
…..slide
drift
flip your car on the roadside
you must first
accept that they are there
before you can tear off
your soul’s binds
you cannot know
what below hides
unless you nosedive
there are several
less desirable layers
before a goldmine
don’t resort to manuals
what is it
that you see with your OWN eyes?


hook (x2)

between blades
he sees vague
but
what his eyes achieve
may just
coerce his philosophy
to change up
he may no longer
need to take blood

perhaps
when he receives
his new sword
it will remain tucked

inadvertentfacade(prod. by seph one)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by seph one


my most consistent
meditative procedure
is to listen
to a particular piece of music
regenerate through the speakers
stricken
with a drifting away demeanor
i begin to fade
shimmer
thin
’til i’m vague
dissipate to the ether
permeate distant realms
reconfigure
exhume

i wear a human costume
like evil lizards
dispatch
my detached shadow
to defeat avengers
and set the table
for galactus to eat his dinner
planet on a platter
he BETTER be a decent tipper
i’ll cut through his power
like ryuko
with a piece of scissor
thousands of strikes
streaking inward
sounding like a rockslide
skipping across ice
that sheets a river
just the thought
of such an attack
would cause a galaxy to shiver
like walking through the snow
in ballerina slippers
i’m like black bolt
reclusion-bound
for at least a winter
to study an esoteric book
on how to speak a whisper

the apparitional waves
the patterns
of how specific transmissions behave
in relation to the gadget
that picks up what they say
interpretation
governs the apprehension of things

meteoric tempest ensues
clever minds escher-ize
bending the rules
that which is pressurized
will eventually ooze
you cannot contend with
the within that protrudes
you can only change the shape
of what’s in the balloon

i hail from midian
a cocoon
within which
only perpetual emptiness looms
an eternity spent in a school
fish akin
to those who swim
in the most hidden of pools
and only live when they do
forever drawn to the epicenter of truth



a facade
that was never meant to be
it just materialized
at the end of a string
a kite
lightning
sent to a key
the course of a splintering tree
the soil flinching beneath
the roots of an entire forest
beginning to BE
there are moments
that trigger chains of events
key points
where several stages begin
equations that can’t be solved
with algorithmic attempts
there are no boundaries
for such things to exist
these are calculations
generated without the basis
of any conscious intent
but on occasion
one may capture
a precognitive glimpse
see things
that the present vaguely portends
but interpretation
can obstruct subtle hints
so tread carefully
many passengers can be spirited
into the air we breathe

the birds i admire most
build nests
in imaginary trees
on a quest to wander
where their walkingstick’s trail will lead
wide awake
but don’t fail to dream
imagining life
away from the scale they’ve seen
they don’t just color outside the lines
they start with a new sheet of paper
clean
you ain’t going to tell them
what they can draw
they ain’t machines
well
if they are
they’re no longer the pawns
that they may have been
they’ve evolved to contemplating beings
a sentient
self-sufficient
fate alteration league
who
for the cause of breaking free
erase walls for caging beasts
to give them the freedom
necessary to shape belief

robust
indigo dust
you’ll get your dome crushed
trying not to let a creature
shed its own husk

chronosphericsquall(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

wisdm - stranded

prod. by 7th galaxy


verse 1(wisdm):

spirit fox intergalactic
it’s static
pirate radio
in the back of an old attic
it’s tragic
scenes of the ghost’s old habits
blunt disappears when i’m near
like magic
poof
pof
pow
look at me now
superhero/villain
who dwells within his sound system
peace to the heads
who gave up time to listen
peace to my friends
who only know me as wisdm
been so long ago
since we were children
a couple of scars on my heart
but still living
shhh
can you hear my guitar singing
playing on the strings
is such an amazing feeling
it’s healing
meditative sounds for my being
like sleeping
soul traveling when i’m dreaming
it’s up to everyone
to find their own kind of meaning in life
i feel a sense of peace in the night
that i don’t feel in the day
dazed by the sun rays
ominous cloud shapes
form beyond horizons
touch of dawn
a crack of light
portal to an afterlife
we look past the hype
born warrior type face
sick of the rat race
but thankful
watch smoke dance from all angles
hand-styles earned
from times as young vandalz
aerosols jingle in my backpack
phillie
and some fat caps
out to the train tracks
painting
roll up the blunt while we’re waiting
pays to be patient
sometimes
i wonder where the days went
open your eyes
years later in amazement
photocell damaged in replacement
that’s ok
i’ll fix it later on the spaceship
7 days later
we’ll arrive at the station
orbiting what’s left
of the earth’s devastation


verse 2(stranded):

a ghost
with a cheshire smile
on his face
is floating in the sky
celebrating
mournful of the earth
but ecstatic
to see the humans dispersed

his heterogeneous smirk
both happy and hurt
as he observes
from his matterless perch
a contemplative attitude lurks
how much beauty
does disdain for magic
avert
he wonders
if just before their world shattered
they learned
just before the planet
became gases and burned
smoke ashes and urn
this is a chronospheric surge
of eulogic words
a lament for the worms
that become nutrition for birds
i’m torn
by the gradations of grey
that emerge
i reconcile the two
with the arrival of the positive roots
that the negative side has produced
on a subatomic level
opposites fuse
white and black holes
are theorized to create
snaking cosmical tubes
that the traveler
both disintegrates
and reconstitutes through

an intergalactic
stellar-like door
established
by the spooky action
seventh performs
enveloped in a massive
magnetic rapport
staggered
in its macro-molecular storm
a chrysalis from which
we will never be torn
with a moth in our ranks
you know that it’s within us
to transform
evolve
in a winter-long virulent sandstorm
one that’s only visible
from within
i’m here all millennium
floating on the notes
seventh’s guitar has jettisoned
i harvest intelligence
drawn from the vines
of sublime causal elements
scooping it up
like the jaws of a pelican
only a remote pack
knows of mirror
a/void
to gather
we disappear
and reappear on an asteroid
cloaked
like some pages
in a book of black toys
steampunk ghosts
engineering
a series of androids
the further development of humans
moving askance
the alchemical evolution
of immutable plants
searching for a future
that improves how they stand
a perch
from which is suitable
for roots to expand

eyeofastorm[inlightning](prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by 7th galaxy


windowless souls
lids squinted closed
live
but don’t grow
withering slowly
like winter springing liquid from snow
there’s a thin line
between the end
and the beginning of roads
the most unlikely of instruments
can implement hope

floating
mjolnir
helicopter
thor
flight
lethargic
like fire-retardant cord
hidden truths are everywhere
microscopic spores
mystical realms appear
through cytological doors
ayahuascan journ
eye of a storm
corollas
are no more significant
than the life of the thorns
photons in lightning
are so methodically stored
that when it flashes
the masses are enlightened for sure
trees ignite in a forest
shifting perspective
in a direction
that sees titans as dwarves
the preexisting paradigm metamorphs
the lids of eyes levin
where they were leaden before
the impact of a sublime elemental force
destiny skipped across several galaxies
worming through stars
disregarding technicalities
may what you seek
exceed your palm
keep the bar set out of reach
forge light into a bomb
bioluminescent alchemy

so many people lost
detached from reality
they look at seesaws
and somehow see balance beams
the degree of neglect
a vast dimensional discrepancy
but beyond the mire
of lost tired effigies
is a moth inspired
by foxfire telepathy
communication concocted
by a myconid recipe
assassin vines
anthropomorphic vegetation
that’s alive
phantom fungi
the shadows cry
their screams falling heavily
on the ears of passersby
the inhabitants of an entire planet
committing matricide
this is not something
that i could so lax abide
but what exactly happens
when narrow impacts with wide
providing that narrows
cannot act as knives
it would be like
a crater in a town’s effect
on the earth’s state
as it spins around
while profound love is existent
in addition
hatred within abounds
constructive opposition
the function of magnetism
what establishes dimensions
is the rate at which
energy travels upon its entrance
the electrical pulses
rhythms
ultimately characterizing encephalic vision
neurological pictures
painted with tones
octaves and pitches
with velocity
differs
what the observation process delivers
the impressions
left by cognitive splinters
sudden vibrancy
blossoming from the darkness of winter
solar crash
stellar squalls snap like photographs
an unwavering series
of indelible moments pass
leaving marks
that even in stone
would last
despite the erosive wrath
of h2o and gas
what happened to golden mask
it’s all peace
no one lasts
such an absence
darkens the globe
like molten ash
that ensues from an eruption
of super volcanic mass
from an undisclosed moon
an ululant phantom laughs

nyctophilicsunbath(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by 7th galaxy


vocal sample:

pain
is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding


verse:

i was just thrust
from an altering husk
a dark mutation
starved
i race from dawn
to meet dusk
death that walks
longing for blood
i insert my straw
and draw what i want
drown in the countless
monsters i hunt
not at all long ago
not resorting to dreaming
an entire world
swirled into being
despondent
i wandered forward
headed toward the zenith
but before i reach it
it must be accepted
that an immortal
doesn’t receive credit
for the performance of breathing
upsifted
i am absorbed by the evening
froth
a moth
arranging thorns full of reason
flits about
above a vortex beneath him
entranced
frozen fast
trapped in an intangible photograph
what’s the future
to a man
for which
devotes his past
when nothing remains
of his planet
but smoke and ash
stuck on a plane
that he cannot hope to crash
the former world
nothing more
than shards of broken glass
sharper than
a snake-headed whip’s
unholy lash
loosed upon the realms
the darkest spells
could not dispel
the sheer beauty
his thoughts beheld
he peers
through a gnostic veil
and sees much
that the false would tell
most of which
would not cross the shell
the bubble in which
he sits
to watch this hell
untouched by its ghastly flames
other than what is felt
via empathic gaze
periodically blinded
by chronic blasts of rage
but even when he regains his sight
the wrath remains
not so easily forgotten
a lasting stain
the shadow
this light casts
is grave
a massive grave
buried so deep
the tone’s a key
that can’t be played
a ball hitting the ground
before approaching the catcher’s range
a pitch
too low to be ascertained
what do you know
of such a class of pain
could you endure
suffer through the war
all sides of which
wish to be your truest form
fighting
to get to the eye
of the feudal storm
not realizing
how futile
their use of force
for each one of the combatants
is YOU of course
all representing something
you choose or want
the participants will only fall
if that is what you TRULY want
many times
it would be just as difficult
to reach out and touch a unicorn
but difficulty is not synonymous
with the impossibility
of your ability to accomplish shit
don’t be a sissy
when you encounter
adversarial disadvantages
push through
do what you must do
when there’s a barrier
to get to the other side of it
don’t fail to acknowledge
the wealth of esoteric knowledge
that may very well
be buried within your consciousness
just how long were we here
before we engineered god’s ascent
i am certain
that there were schizophrenics
before doctors lived
the spiritual
among you
may not want to hear this
but you will not forget


hook [x 2]

solar scars
no one is safe from the stars
shadows shrink away from their hearts
the pain is smart
perhaps i neglect
what makes me so dark
i watch light reflect
the concept of life and death
is taken apart
maybe it’s just me
but running away from my thoughts
would be like bleeding in the ocean
being chased by a shark
so i give you evolution
the mutation of talk
for communication
is the most ancient of arts

deathgatecycle[bowtie](prod. by aquarius minded)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by aquarius minded


blade of the immortal
use decay as a portal
change and conform
to your conditions
in a way that affords you
continuation
reincarnative restored youth
be innovative
limitations are for fools
i'm on my way
with a torch
lit by more than flames
a series of sparks
along a neural chain
it's sort of strange
the way that thoughts travel
is similar
to how oxygen molecules
course through veins
there's a war
that goes on in brains
the mind
is an immortal blade
a sword of change
that morphs
as it absorbs the pain
from whatever it strikes
with precise
force and aim
feed it right
or endure the same
for the violence
that lies within your skull
is yours to tame
it is up to you
what this elemental forge
will shape
trees twist
their branches dry
and leafless
perhaps they should die
and wither to ash
but they resist
they consider the past
the opposite of a weakness
what they've been through
impacts their lives with reason
they find purpose
the truth is not a secret
it's a fact
you may obtain it
but you cannot keep it
it is but for you to search
close your eyes
and touch the universe
reality bites
like a future lurk
the wounds inside
are the ones that truly hurt
the scars remind us
who we were
when our roads forked
which way did we choose to turn
between our present
and our past selves
who is worse
we are a ridiculously
small part of a universe
that is far to large
to be portrayed through a church
no one can be persuaded by lucifer
the ways of evil
are humans work
when you die
do you go to heaven
hell
or get what you deserve
or before you exit
do you enter evolution first
the truth is blurred
but vivid
and big as jupiter
are the illusions
that rule the earth
but what you see
is the result
of what you discern
so what is it
that you observe
will you be told
the answers to that question
or will you research

discover for yourself
what you think
be yourself
become distinct
if nothing else
just a wink
let all you've felt
erupt
succinct
emerge
like words
from their ink
that arrived
through an eye
that doesn't blink
thoughts travel through time
in just a blink
the magic of the mind
what a wondrous thing
there are times
when we have to decide
like chuckles with jinx
he did what he thought he must
and he suffered the grief
it was all for nothing
but what it reaps
it was a turning point
where does it lead
that isn't up to me
or you
it's up to whomever
those circumstances are born to
only that person can determine
where their piece on the board moves
so concern yourself
with planning YOUR moves
i study within a universe
buildings are for fools
i prefer a WORLD of peace
over a war ROOM
the cost is through the roof
to be less them
and more you
those who are dishonest
lie
'cause they cannot afford truth


death wears so many masks
it is the end
of ANY path
but it takes pioneers
to bend the grass
that over time
disappears
turning into paths
what questions will you ask
who
what
when
where
how
why
this is class
only the teacher
is omnipresent
there are constant lessons
endless tasks
take something
from every second
you get to have
'cause once they're gone
they're gone forever
you'll never get them back

death wears so many masks
it is the end
of ANY path
but it takes pioneers
to bend the grass
that over time
disappears
turning into paths
what questions will you ask
who
what
when
where
how
why
this is class
only the teacher
is omnipresent
there are constant lessons
endless tasks
take something
from every second
you get to have
'cause all that's left
is what you remember
what made impressions
in the past

hypnopompicchaos(prod. by fext)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

zen studentz  -  sea/swordz (pronounced:  sea of swordz)


prod. by fext


verse 1: (zen studentz)

still the raddest
loose fitting sweatshirt rocker
zen studentz
all hail when he enter room
and flick ash on rabbits
elevate rapid
we the lords of the labyrinth
sanskrit axe
that rap orphans attack with
most rappers trapped in dimensions
stuck within the physical
with no astral projection
unlike baoh
this life is just a game to me
i mastered it
massive towers crumble
when he mad and have his mask unlift

i wake up in a castle
full of illusions
and my fathers in the distance
i grasp at the mirage
but then i only felt my fist clench
and laughters in the back
as bats flock to my vision
mad house
it felt like years
when only seconds dragged out
he relived all occasions
that had left him void of truth
but in the pain
his shell cracked
and de-earthed his poison roots
i saw a glimpse of light flicker
near the base of my feet
the floor shattered into pieces
and from the matrix
was freed
i thought to myself
what a place this can be
too many complacent
diseased folk
remain on a leash
the face of the beast
i sit at home and meditate
with an ace up my sleeve
all the while
my shadow self is adjacent to me
he said
come back to that fog kid
then coffins appear
get numb from plenty pharmaceuticals
get lost in despair
i toss him left and right hooks
but all i caught was the air
the scene changes
then i'm back in my chair
back in my room
take deep breaths
from all that had ensued
and try to pull myself together
in this labyrinth of doom
you see
this is just a small tale
from indigo ascended
and just one of the endeavors
that i decided to mention
and theres plenty more where that came from
y'all best believe it
switch stance nigma
of this forest
i'm a genius
fuck y'all


verse 2:  (sea/swordz)

stepping on a puddle
without breaking its tension
i navigate apprehensively
through this unstable dimension
say for instance
my imagination entered
into a world
with only danger in it
well
at least
that's the way it's witnessed
see
absence of understanding
can leave you so afraid and shitless
that you may prematurely
seek to escape the tempest
the paralysis of sleeping
being fondled by beings
without seeing
many
are quick to attribute
these miserable issues
to foul demons

but that is irresponsible
in an attempt
to free yourself
you only create an obstacle
perhaps
if you would maintain control
of your mind
the truth of the matter
would unfold over time to you

smoke and mirrors
asperatus reflection
could it be you
who molds the appearance
of your astral collective
brain waves are placid/aggressive
because they who hold the reins
are rashly expressive

most don't stop
to ask themselves questions
when but a brief pause
could be vastly effective

so ponder a bit
before you ball up your fist
be certain
that the object
of your horror exists
you
may be the threat
to what you haul off and hit
peace
may be all they wish to offer you
bitch

shuttersorcery[feat. psionic paul](prod. by ranma)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

sea/swordz(pronounced:  sea of swordz)  -  psionic paul


prod. by ranma


 verse 1: (sea/swordz)

the awakening
a casket creaks
secluded
i astral sleep
my body divides
and multiplies
one half
a sheath
but of the two
which has the leash
don't be so arrogant
so as to presume
it has to be me
the tether
that ties the two
may be paradoxical
each walking the other
to share
being responsible
look at yourself
in a fluid
but stare beyond the pool
and heading for the end
swim
like you're in
a piranha school
the only student
permitted inside
is you
so any found trespassing
should find your tooth
and be passed
from one to another
while you chew

my eyes
on a spyless moon
...the lullaby
of a tightened noose
above the sky
lie
our roots
not one lie
can fight the truth
reality wins
how could pretend
challenge what is
well now
that depends
perspectives
change everything
one speck
contains thousands
within
the microscope
with the most powerful lens
is directly aimed
at the slide
that all of space
that surrounds us
is in
and the eyeball
that gazes down it
compared to us
and the universe
that drapes around us
is big
peace for now
that's something
to think about
for a bit
but first
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verse 2: (psionic paul)

this life is not no mystery
its 'cause you got this karmic debt
that you can't see it clearly
nah
wait
humble thy self
its third jesus
who wont show his face
for perverse reasons
meditating constant
like the change of the earth's seasons
cursed heathen
no mind thats shallow
can ever fuck with me
denounce luxury
dispassionate foul utterings

dislocated a foes head
and then drift into smoke
left in the distance
provoke menaces
menes had said he'd quit
but he wont
'cause i'm so legend
it's evident
no peasant
can flow like my foe's nemesis
bitch

the empty page
is my realm to explore
thinking that's selfish
distorts wisdom felt from my core
cause of its bhagavad gita readers
who contemplate the essence
neither demons
nor these parasites
can touch em kid
cackle at his own rad-ness
scoping out a dutch to split
ignorance
i had enough of it
stabbing these wack puppets
with ragged utensil grasper
and slash at they gut
dozens
spit crow bars rapid
and yak up the odd vomit
with skills thats beyond novice
i'm never no pawn
honest
its the king here
i jab them where it matters kid

shoe string dusted
is the raddest
mic graspin orphans

thelabyrinthineblur(prod. by pesticyde)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

kalki - zodd the immortal - stranded

prod. by pesticyde


verse 1 (kalki):

i watch
from a bird's eye's view
a traumatized child
in the body of a lost
and blurry eyed youth
who socializes in a wild
yet
godly fashion
an odd bastard
that plays his cards rashly
constantly harassed
by demons in his mind
he seems to be confined within it
blinded by his sinning
walking in hells
and awkward cells
lost in this jail
samsaric vastness
but he talks in spells
to harness the madness
an artist with a canvas
that stretches past
the farthest pastures
on this sordid atlas
he's soaring past them
as he writes
voices
hoarse and raspy
spite him in his ears
but he blasts and strikes them
with his peers
astrally likened
to an eerily masterful lycan
a shaman with phrases
neurolinguistically gifted hacker
intrinsically mystic rapper
with hanuman's grace and agility
he displays his abilities
attacking opponents
unspeakably wicked
with his crafted omens
he seeks to be lifted
past the zones
that he dwells in
hell's sins engulf him
but he delves
and swims like dolphins
in the flames
in his brain
he adapts and evolves
'til he maps it all
he's a heavenly being
but he's a tarnished angel
he's meant to be gleaming
but he's scorched and strangled
contorted at angles
that are far from yogic
still
he blossoms like a lotus
and spars with foes
with bars as potent
as the stars that glow
he hardly notices
how much he's suffering
much of the time
how could he clutch this
it's too much for the mind to grasp
the pressure would confine and collapse
the best of minds
they would crack
under the test of time
and perhaps
eventually be blind as bats
of an elemental kind
that lacks ultrasonic capabilities
so he alters sonnets
and willingly assaults
his demonic tormentors
with sonic clauses
that mentally harm them
like the jaws of a sabertooth tiger
he aims to save the youth
from liars
that degrade the truths
of messiahs and saviors
he aspires to sages' wisdom
and perspires it
in pages written


verse 2 (zodd the immortal):

i killed a part of me
that wanted to die
now he's stuck
inside a glare in my eye
staring back through the mirror
paralyzed in my mind

he's stuck
forever mine
his mind is lost
that's something he may never find
unless he climbs inside his heart
and walks the path of the divine
and yet
he may never shine
the pain only gets worse
after the incline
stumbling downhill
bobbling his weak mind
he feels the devil
grab hold of his spine
he fights for his life
as he strives to rise

already dead
forever trying to be alive
as fear wraps around his soul
like a vine
he seems to shift a pole
take control of his time
breaking the mold
as he's holding the triumph
golden
this moment
spoken with giants
revolting an ascending alliance
re-conceive zodd the undying
consciousness shift
resembles prophecies of the mayans
equivalent of three kings
arriving at zion
worlds colliding
iron tongues defying tyrants
rhyme design
sharp darts incising
my mind is flying
in all shapes and sizes
to reawaken the lifeless
like isis
it's priceless

life's test
has got my mind stressed
i'm a divine mess
progress
in this quest
as time stretch
and break away from the bondage
he doesn't feel
how much his soul has been tarnished
an honest man
followed by carnage
it's hell in every bar spit
it's even hell in his apartment
his real home is a park bench
in pure darkness
he wants to be rid of his demons
repeating with every darn wish
but he doesn't understand the consequence
the reason his power has harnessed
is obvious
to everyone but him
rising above
from sin
releasing the god from within
repairing the wings
the devil once trimmed
he soars from the ground
and is gone with the wind
you can hear him sing
in the breeze
there's a hymn


verse 3 (stranded):

he sits by
seemingly idol
but his mind
is focused
like a laser's thin line
he begins to see
as if with a big eye
and consistently
nature's energy gets pried
upon entering
it swims beneath
gently
with its tide
blending into a symphony
rippling inside

pulsating
like molecules rotating
his body begins to glow faintly
brightening at a slow pace
but with a consistent growth rate
the light given off
is sharp
like shark bite scissor arms
contact is like
viced
jaws of life
ripping off
the dark ignites
he moves through worlds
not unlike guenhwyvar
the panther companion
to the menzoberranzian
who brandishes star and ice scimitars
the stark white haired archetype
brought to life by the author
of icewind dale's crystal shard
he calms his mind
until his thoughts
are like the snowfall
that lines a pale winter yard
not yet disturbed
by footprints left by birds
or any other animal
with which
such steps occur

for a time
brief
he finds peace
in this world
[the big wet] concerns
the human wasteland that nets the earth
he meditates
and levitates
above the brainwave-spans
of lesser girth
that slaves
who behave as commanded
exert

he swims through the sky
like a plastic bag
being blown by the wind
in july
when he surrenders his concentration
and once again acknowledges
the things that enter his eyes
his time away
provided by way
of the psychic train
his mind creates
by pretending he's blind
arrives at its final place
end of the line
he returns to a world
that splinters his spine
he can't stand
when he's inside
which is why
i spit the line
beginning this rhyme

the segments
of the corolla
of a blood lotus
are centri[petal]ine

starfishdufflebag(prod. by poison flowerz!)

written and performed by sea/swordz(pronounced: sea of swordz)

prod. by poison flowerz!


spiraling fall
eye of a storm
mirror unmade
death
esoteric
estuarial spun blades
vampiric
only appear
in the sun's shade
light
is always most visible
as one flame
as the young stray
the old ways
lash at them
lacking simple growth traits
because of the false shit
that they attach
to old age
but energy only changes locations
it doesn't fade
it exits and enters
several dimensions
unafraid
it is the passengers who fear
the travel from here
something considerable is required
to make a shadow appear
what if you can extract
an entire memory
from the grasp of a tear
who knows what's contained
in the things
that you deem
are of no import
quietly exerting
a blinding light
from a dim source
just another image
your crummy vision's not meant for
the wind soars
with a hood on his head
like serpentor
and ends wars
with poison flowerz!
and bitter thorns
metallurgic
the toxins inserted in the forge
folded and struck
my thoughts are converted into swordz
sasori's/puppetz
emerging in sandwinter form
when we strike
it's like
an entire clan of ninja swarm

coherentcontradictions(prod. by blunted sultan)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

zen studentz - sea/swordz(pronounced:  sea of swordz)

zen studentz and sea/swordz = aphotic/vortex (pronounced: aphotic vortex)


prod. by blunted sultan


verse 1: (zen studentz)

i prefer to be named

by the lab rat tested
birth defected 'nomaly
oddest to be unsheathed
the commoner among the beast
indecisive
sloth brained
clothes lifeless
ragged old shoes
spin kick cats
how is it that…
i'm odder than the average folk
coherent slurred
stamina is infinite
you rock atrocious
stargaze
mind clap
apotheosis
taught the novices
to breathe before you speak
wishy washy motived
kid
he nonchalantly smoke spliffs
and slay foolishness
i prefer to be named
by alias monikers
wrote this off an om
look
he's scaly
and arrived within an alien saucer
we're steadily abused
by these crude nefarious officers
glared at with small minds
wing span dusty
villainous enough
to brilliantly spit it clumsy
and be anti-ostentatious
dun
coherent contradictions


verse 2: (sea/swordz)

paradox swirl
space/time collapse
but not quite
quantum shift
matter reconfigured
dark/light
subtle sponsorship
1's and 0's
computer code
it's all bonds
of opposites
maneuver through the space
where photons don't conquer
in other words
day or not
i walk the night
undemonstrative
not unlike a monster
misconstrued by the obvious
false interpretations
earn the weight
of accomplishment
the pull of gravity
proves to be too much
for shallow minds
to generate
the vital speed and thrust
the irony
as they try
without velocity enough
is
the atmosphere's too dense
to escape its feeble clutch
you determine what surrounds you
greenhouse effect
you're a victim
of the prison
that the heat now projects
you can simply melt
adapt
or manipulate
the choice is yours
time unfolds
despite the chosen corridor
vines that
growing forward
morph
that i suppose
form some sort of
ouroboric hyperhole
a world that absorbs
the ordered
and chaotic
both
joined in the core
where they're combined
to comprise the whole
but that is
crudely simplified
perhaps it's still sufficient
but i won't fail to dignify
that facts of a matter
don't parallel intention
so be careful
who you tell
you've been advised
it isn't wise
to simply share
the wealth of wisdom
what good is strength
if yours
is not its guiding
cerebellar system

featherblossom(prod. by blunted sultan)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by blunted sultan


intravenous wormhole
bio-cosmic bonding agent
fertile
molecular chaperoned
seed ovulation
additional birth
active protein augmentation
of a midian vertebrate's
rogue carminemoth mutation
figuratively
feathers grew

plumage ignited
from a flightless
quiescent root
quite the accrescent bloom
wings flap
instincts snap
despite ineptitude
somehow
i execute playback
of things
that i could never do
walkingstick
not cut from wood
a path
your questions rule
brotherhood and prajna
i couldn't ask
for a better two
swords
forged to reflect
the form of a crescent moon
scimitars
folded and shaped
in the flames
of incessant youth
your peoples won't progress
if they only hear
'yes' from you
sluggishness unexists
with but a bit of unpleasant truth
so may you speak sincerely
things are rarely
as they're appearing
like cotton weary
add salt to injury
in but the process
of touching the earth
with our feet
we perform authentic magic
in a world of disbelief
how are the pineal gland
and the eye of horus
interlinked
the answer has been trapped
in the confines
of historic mystery
sage mode
meditating clones
who sit for weeks
worlds away from home
dissipate to smoke
and enter me
the power generated
absorbed
by uneventful means
a tremendous force
from an extensive
source of energy
i am taught techniques
but develop
methods of my own
in a virtual cell
losing myself
to be left alone
the irony kills
as i try to REfill
a measureless hole
shattered
it takes all i have
just to find
the shards and fragments
that piece together my soul
let alone
even start to imagine
that it could ever be whole

although
hollow shells
are often
embryos' homes
so perhaps tomorrow
isn't so cold
there are always forks
at the end of the road
if you arrive at water
get in a boat
or jump in
and swim to a coast
if nothing's left
at the bottom
spring from below
feather blossom
wings that explode
transformation
starts within
what it grows
actions have consequences
that when compared with intentions
don't always bear a resemblance
so contemplate
the authentic characteristics
of who you are
before you share your concentrics
the path
of each effect you have
from where it commences
you transmit
your bandwidth
can be controlled
to an extent
you can determine
the direction
an explosion
can be sent
limiting
the potential exposure
it will get
so before you go
consider the eventual roads
on the trip

giantleaps(prod. by pesticyde)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

pythagoras the praying mantis -- killer falcon --  stranded

prod. by pesticyde


*song is taken from the album.....treasure from the warchest.....by the praying mantis.....entirely produced by pesticyde..... at the following link:

http://theprayingmantis.bandcamp.com/album/treasure-from-the-warchest


verse 1(mantis):

we're taking giant leaps
goliath speaks
rely on science
and it'll take you
to the highest peaks
the blind leading the blind
into the fire
each blinded by desire
but reminded
when messiah reach
we're in the cyber age
where we want to
wash the signs of age away
like gravy in a microwave
you see the signs of rage
it's time for change
a baby was smothered
and two crazy lovers
died today
it's all futuristic
super twisted
crucifixes
computer chips and mystics
i'm jumping in
punching skin
with new ballistics
making music in the zoo
under lunar eclipses
we've got to do it different
before there's mass slaughter
you threw the baby out
with the bath water
meditate
and penetrate the black aura
that's wrapped around the planet
or ask mantis
about the formula

he'll crack it for ya


hook(mantis):

i'm standing
on the shoulders
of giants
taking leaps
pesticyde
knows the science
to make the beats
props to those
who've contributed
to the music
falcon and stranded
in the booth
with the fuse lit
we do it for the love
and we're fluid
with the movement
like a kung fu student
removing the dew
from a tulip
with a smooth kick
like bruce lee
on the mic
more wisdom than confucius
it's the truth
that we write


verse 2(falcon):

leapt off this burning ship
try to never look back
heart is like a molten raft
in ashes of the heavens crash
murderous collective
haunted
hollow shell of man
all scoured of morality
left hanging by a severed strand
pillaging it senseless
the highest order parasites
a scourge to other beings
leaving any land
a barren sight
while most of planet earth
never even had a voice
not just those in poverty
animals eradicated
pointless
insolence
disgusting
nature is this earth's mother
narcissistic vultures
nerve to defile her many wonders
certainly the dumbest
aggressive
least harmonious
an egoic demon carnage
we seem to deem as holy dust
at our peak development
no value to compassion
synonymous destruction
lives inherent with expansion
sitting on dismal shore
before it's all abandoned
clutch a final shred of honor
hear the ravens calling
rabid


hook(mantis):

i'm standing
on the shoulders
of giants
taking leaps
pesticyde
knows the science
to make the beats
props to those
who've contributed
to the music
falcon and stranded
in the booth
with the fuse lit
we do it for the love
and we're fluid
with the movement
like a kung fu student
removing the dew
from a tulip
with a smooth kick
like bruce lee
on the mic
more wisdom than confucius
it's the truth
that we write


verse 3(stranded):

the idea of destiny
when you appreciate
something so much
you feel it's meant to be
fast forward
amass forests
'walkingsticks forever' trees
carved
alongside the death of leaves
growth beyond
what ordinary eyes
expect to see
therein lies the essence
see
questions require interest
to be posed
and probed
disclosing the science kept beneath
on the planet of curiosity
waves
approach your brain
amphidromically
at tides
with ultra-(capsize titanic) properties
intelligence
is an umbrella fish
on a hippocampal odyssey
whose tentacles
strangle knowledge
as it swims in THE amniotic sea

phantom robotic streams
of consciousness
shot at me
penetrate my atmosphere
land
and spend time with me
this companionship i receive
is more substantial
than god degree
the value
placed on its importance
expands beyond belief
when they confide in me
i don't betray their privacy
for as i expect the same
i behave with reciprocity
relationships are destroyed
by the ways of mephistopheles
i prefer to avoid
what such a vague
web of lies achieves
i mean no harm
comrades
are NOT to be alarmed
in an instance
where i seem
to be offensive
your eyes are seeing wrong
there's a
significant difference
between how things
seem and are
such as
the time it takes
eyes to see light
that leaves a star

massmurder(prod. by last eon)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

viceversa & stranded


viceversa & stranded = iridophoric/pseudomorphs

prod. by last eon


verse 1(viceversa):

prefecture's crumbling arches
candle snuffer
damsel ruptured
in regency clothing
secretly scolding vignettes
death headed hawk moth
barking
beguiled
mucking about
disfigured elephant miscarriage
murder crow intravascular
coagulating thalamus
artificial cranial deformation
impending martyrdom
1000 dead toads
lying around the edges
corvens extracting livers
brindle 2 stringed cello
mandelbrot labyrinth
allopath alteration
clairvoyant
chronic skin picking
autoerotic asphyxia
pothole colonic meridian
CPV2 canid kennel crucifix
intestinal crypt
and lymph node parvo virus

stronghold cited
barcode binded
ingrown
humid marsh
mutated amoeba clown loach
groucho marx
mouth hole
goucho gallows
the suicide of judas
electronic fog
rogue wave
battered into ruins
glass model of sea creatures
circa 1900's
plot a course
on the nautilus
throw caution to arctic winds
robbing again
picking locks
with her forgotten bobby pins
fluorescent sea
feline declawed
in priests garb
grindcore cyborgs
made of iron ore
vermillion mist drifted

sitting in the throne
in the form of an eagle's head


verse 2(stranded):

as i listen
to the words
of carmine moth
our thoughts relate
close
yet far away
like cryofume
hoffman paint

a lepidopteran race
with nearly discarnate flanks
that ate flowers
of darkness flame
and drank from
lycanthropic veins
lost a crucial link
in their symbiotic chain
and crossed a golden gate
to a glaucopsychic grave

ravens assemble
like flames at vigils
devouring larvae
before they become
what they're changing into

hunger is no threat
with skulls
below the necks of moths
as long as
there are honey bees
such a creature
will never starve
because
although what it eats
lies where they rest
in vaults
so to speak
they still enter the hive
extra calm
mimicking the scent
the indigenous insects
give off
golden trap
olfactory perception
espionage

how is it that
out of all the places
on a bird of prey
a man makes his nest
in its jaws

a theoretical mess
wandering aimlessly
through a formulaic treasure chest
the path of the ever-quest
as if wearing
a fathomless
fractal-feathered headdress
stretching outward
like donnie darko's
astral tethered chest
an elaborate
multifaceted
path channel vector thread

a stellar explosive like
polar light
oversight
an entire dimension
of complex
coded photo life

theunwilting(prod. by episodic)

written and performed by (in order of appearance) :

seraphguard - stranded

seraphguard and stranded = vague/bond (pronounced :  vagabond)

prod. by episodic


verse 1 (seraphguard):

the square sits within the circle
housing the vitruvian man
prepare for the reversal
of this dubious plan
the whole globe pause
like a marsupial’s hands
wireless energy from an aquifer
under the nubian sands
drop a ruby and ran
across the loose leaf
and land
stood where the subdued sat down
and the unruly would stand
an studious man
a heart as pure as pervian grams
a flatlander in 3d
who transversed the 2d unmanned
because just like a being
within a cocoon changes
one’s thoughts are as dynamic
as the moon's phases
the shadow
that outlines the dunes
raises
awaken to a bad dream
surrounded by toon faces
each with features
as sharp as attuned lasers
arise from bestrewn craters
on ballooned vapors
what allowed for this division
i assume hatred
associated with pirates
that only take doubloon payments
with goons and vagrants
misrepresented like groomed laymen
tomorrow
can never be too soon
for the impatient
sooner waiting
on the spaceship
that shapeshifts
an innate gift
from the divine and the sacred
taste this herbal medicine
my verbal resonance
visible only in ultraviolet light
represented by purple measurements
unseen in a turtle’s tenements
a disease that curdles the ligaments
jumping over hurdles of irrelevance
circle your residence
as hurtful as veterans
luckily i’ve yet to be buried
under an earth full of sediments
spit that merks your intelligence
murder the venomous
you’re a clown in a circus
around serpents and elephant
never forget
it’s better to collect
if they don’t settle the debt
write a letter of intent
then embezzle the cheque
if they forget to protect
the head or the chest
then sever the neck
until there’s no severance left
the evidence kept
write in red to correct
melchizedek
head to the left
instead of a step
i meddle and jet
level the set

there’s nary a soul alive
that the devil reject
drink in taverns
with kings in caverns
to blinking lanterns
we sing till tantrums
active observation
nature brings a pattern
the intricacies in layers
like the rings of saturn
collect the broken moon
and sling it at them
upon the wings of dragons
as comets crash
we drink from chasms
and shrink the atoms
till i think i’m adam
at the brink of bragging
sink like phantoms
or pink panthers
can’t fathom the random links of datum
in the beginning
i was thinning
at the scissor’s teeth
my head was swimming
from the ringing
and the grizzly heat
visibly vibrant
the mystery behind this
trickery of sirens
a history of violence
ends in misery and silence


verse 2 (stranded):

figuratively quiet
i ascend
like submarinian pirates
boldly approaching land
like an amphibian virus
exiting the ocean
staring daggers
as it drips from my eyelids
each eye exhibiting
the unwilting
of its withering iris
focused on the objective
to be ultra-impressive
make an impact
so effective
the result
that we're left with
alters the thought patterns
below skulls
that are overprotective
but their grey matter
is for them to sculpt
at their own discretion
that is the only lesson
be yourself
by any means
necessary to intervene
when you are being encouraged
to ignore your inner being
to conform
isn't right
it's not wrong
to disagree
the fruition
of a particular tree
a sophisticated
multi-linear seed
we are all pebbles
skipping
on an infinite sea
our ripple production
spreading 360 degrees
it's as if
how we live
is an affliction
and everything we touch
gets the disease
only it's up to us
just how sick
what we've stricken
will be
perhaps
if we were to behave
in a way
that would heal
the positivity generated
would rotate like a wheel
we'd be protected
by the same
symbiotic process
that was making us ill
it's the user
not the method
that dictates what will wilt
if this IS the matrix
i'm not taking a pill
i'll escape on my own
with just
the strength of my will
tear myself awake
to what's real
nightmares may be fake
but that's not
the way that they feel

you must be alert
analyze all things deeper
utilize your mind's
microscopic features
zoom in
when appropriate
for instance
what are the cogs
beneath hurt
pain is an indication
of something wrong
that needs work
true difference
is loneliness
which is time to research
distance yourself
from the parasites
that eat earth
forget everyone else
what is it
that you can contribute
to the host body's rebirth
blame is inconsequential
to what can be provided
when seeds burst
if you're pointing fingers
your hands aren't free
to plant seeds
in order to rise
they need dirt

nutrition
water
and light
we're carbon based
which hardened
changes darkness to bright
induce fission
altering life
like two chakra natures
combined
to make an alternate type
not unlike the fusion
when two distant authors unite
with the common ambition
to
once they bloom and dwindle
again
blossom to life
and reacquire their height
the posture symbolic
of the will required
the desire to fight
without it
how can the inner fire ignite

mind talks to body
[talked to]-body excites
if it doesn't talk
you'll just dissolve
until you're gone
via flight
like water
heated
to hydrological heights
where it condenses
gains weight
and then drops
till it's light

it is doubtless

there are countless
cycles of life