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

housemothra[feat. sea/swordz](prod. by shoe string rebelz)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

the oracle as dusted disciple - sea/swordz (spoken as: sea of swordz)


prod. by shoe string rebelz


taken from the album :  the oracle vs. dogora, da space monster

on cane corso records

by the oracle as dusted disciple.....beats by the oracle as dogora.....and poison flowerz!



verse 1: (dusted disciple)

rocking odd
disturbing verbal rants
my ma's been lurking
and wonders
why i'm not conversing
too busy noggin searching
'cause i'm not
of earthly circumstance
shout it on the rooftops
dusted
fast witted as a kid
most folks roam godless
my energy is sacred
and i'm not about to waste it
on some so-so novice
manipulative master
of this matter
black kimono dress vixen
rocks a box of cigars
i'm on it
secret compartment
capsules in the mix
jargon headed adolescent kicks

zombie drones here
you must get the rifle
who told 'em
first
it's the dusted disciple
stuck with a life full of this madness


verse 2: (sea/swordz)

with the light bewildered
and the sun obscured

what is formed
is a vortex
of dust and swordz
all heads get cut for sure


a hidden world away
a dimensional tunnel bores through space
subsequently
a vortical cumulonimbus void
takes shape
a sea of swordz escapes
in the form
of anthropomorphic rain

fast evolution
fast forward change
a mutation
of more of the same
an orphan of the vague
oblivion
milleniums
discretely course through his veins
a depleted torch still aflame

relics
of a faraway time
who charted their paths
with watkins ley lines

still

most who walk across them
stay blind

with monsters
strewn across the grey skies

the truth lost
tossed to the wayside

hidden in a vault
wrought with modern day lies

victims
only because
they've allowed themselves
to somehow
be held too long
with frayed binds

for only self-imposed thought
exonerates minds

latentcorridors(prod. by shoe string rebelz)

written and performed by :

sea/swordz (pronounced :  sea of swordz)


prod. by shoe string rebelz



verse (sea/swordz) :

shoe string tourniquet
submit to sharper brain graphs
looping on a journey
through the missing marble vein shafts
movements are determined

stars observed
alternative
medicinal visit
to the a-u-r-al herbalist
nature walks all surfaces
all perspectives utilized
there are a slew
of viewpoints accessible

use your eyes

who am i
to decide
the tide the moon provides
these are independent movements
i have naught to do with

time is an awful nuisance
often clueless
i wander blueprints
their chakra root snipped

fleeting holographic transience

how is it
that something
of so little interest
can reach inside your thoughts
and delete them
before the ideas are invented

how clever these phantoms are
damaging cogs with wrenches

we're distracted
then
distracted again
by the resulting vengeance

sun tzu already mentioned
how can checkmate be momentous
if you maneuver in a way
so you don't play
the chess game
to  begin with

l[iam]entconfiguration(prod. by jopheyel)

written and performed by (in order of appearance) :

carminemoth(also known as vice versa or blunted sultan) & stranded


carminemoth & stranded = iridophoric/pseudomorphs

the title of the song is pronounced:  lament...

prod. by jopheyel



verse 1 (carminemoth) :

arterial spurting
countless corpses
on a spiritless journey
being carried
by a paralyzing
series of gurneys

giving a disconcerting
torpid appearance of surfing...
welcome billy bland
green blood
that's the only thing
bolted gall bladder
pall bearer
seafoam
penny whistle
ectomorph
wearing a buck skin ascot
on the gramophone
varnishing owls
tarnishing scowls
harboring foul
frozen vapor particles

fasci symbols on tokens
cross-hedging
the sunken servitude
metallic artery
valves contracting

sorriest
gout mulch crying
fish tank filter
phlegm filament
seamstress
tailoring geneva robes
in triplicate order
simian sybian performer
claymation cramping

electrochemical lobotomy bile
carrion flower
hacking at latches
demonoid
sick as marjoe
faith embargo
amusement park
inkwell bobby

frozen menstrual blood
formed into a caste

black haired butcher 
maimed

littered with dead dogs miserable
if not for the luminary
lit along the road
broken fishermen figurine

intermittent explosive
ruminal cannual

arcamedes odometer
animatronic
vapid dreg drivel





verse 2 (stranded) :

...nivek ripple
nomadic quest
adolescent bloom
spontaneous
phantom ejected plumes
expand
from the nest to moon
the flightpath indicating
my avid contempt for rules

lullaby contagion
puzzled
by the puzzle box of language
the profundity of blood
and its bio-vagrants
to summarize
a mind
befuddled by isolation
must understand
the underside
through eye triangulation

who am i
beneath this human disguise
that i am caged in
the answer lies inside
for each of you
to find and take it

through time
my roots have been
brutalized by hatred
nurtured by the fertilizer
truthful observations
the ubiquitous watcher views
his beautiful art's mutation
life after death
the future
beyond the changes
the orchestrated murder
of whosewho
by two ravens
xerces blue
forcibly removed
from conservation
for each event
several points in time
unfold
the time it occurs
and each time it's known

an eon ago
the glaucopsyches of old
were beguiled by gold
i contemplate
what became
of whatever
comprised their souls

habit to kill
black daffodil
shadows that feel
cracked
darkness hatches
and false
flashes to real
the artificial
tossed in the kindled past
and concealed
an entire species
gone
as if it didn't matter
or will
it's hard to imagine
such a loss
has its appeal

thetroubledwalk(prod. by eon ra)

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 eon ra



verse 1(zen studentz) :

shoot

he organizes crummy
hood beat
grey sweatshirt
for the lion's tummy
throw away his old
pair of rags
for the king size
knock foes
since parents
ask 'bout his chink eyes
that was all way back
shoe string rebelz plot
blue dust snuut stun rooth
had his pebble rocked

king has since ascended
they walk slow
and talk wack
fingerprints of henchmen

amongst the low vibrations
floating with a sly grin
cloak been in disguise
since a token in the eyes spin
rem sleep mental
leave the vessel
in discrete terms
sly grin fades
to a slack jawn
right turn



verse 2(sea/swordz) :

hands down
he murdered
some mediocre
lower tier
he had it coming though
he took a big risk
going there
got his shit split
cartoons
anvils
only difference is
when they're hard truth
they CAN kill
road runner
won't escape
real world circumstance
the coyote
would rip his throat out
before he ran
that's the recipe
but back to lesson z
we're rebelz
hold our pants up
with footwear accessories
and form a vortex
on the cortex of beats
a sea of swordz
crashes to the shores
of every beach
climb on any landscape
that's shoestring theoretical
and find us meditating
on the peak
ahead of you

floating
in a crouched position
our seats invisible
but only for a minute
our visit
a fleeting interlude
for there are many summits
above which
we'll suspend and brood
that
although we'll struggle
won't be trouble getting to

wormholelogistics[summoningtechnique] feat. menes the pharaoh(prod. by nsone)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

menes the pharaoh - zen studentz - sea/swordz (pronounced: sea of swordz)


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


prod. by nsone



verse 1 (menes the pharaoh)

wooden dock skirmish
frozen fist furnace
stone graveyard face hovers
and my spaced brothers
see you in the celestial
when i'm laced
and dirt covered
punch through the earth
like zombie walk on october 31st
crooked devil faces smiling
the isolated coast
a steaming demon island
god damned
trusty blade
slice the neck
army of marsupials
so at least twice the death
times a depth
not able to calculate
broken robotic ninjas
oscillate
i observate
equations the size of titans
deactivate
relax
oil dipped laid out
menes sleeping in the back
what
you want war??
shit sun
we ain't hearing all of that
white robes turned red
bloody monks
a gathering of peaceful mind states
meditative beat breaks

zen before the battle
calm before the storm
seismic activity
when we rock the earth
the world in climate captivity
frozen beats
my heart is cold
the pillars of ancient rome collapsing
and the masses grow old
wandering since
the 1st inhabitant of Damascus

my mental stay in the darkest corners
like spiders in the attic
spinning webs
lost in the fabric of time
addicts
fanatics
death looms through my bones
crack sporadic
mathematitians could not conjure up
a proper evaluation
damnation
arteries clogged
with stagnant information


verse 2 (zen studentz)

ranma god
is rock beats
stun
zz't
uhh
happen to be truthful
just enough
to make the next step
casually regard
his coz mic thrash
fortunate
knife flashing
oddest
then he might dash
morbid
it's the

uhhmm
yo
i sworn he said he's tired
of a nonchalant outlook
crooks bleed vividly
zoinks stranded
left handed jargon
vanish
focus
meditate
essential
shats tecret crass badentials
gargling artists
will he harness truth
edjumacated blunt ash
gnash ruby
stomach falls easy

walk through the vixens maze
baffled
the crowd gathers 'round
to the script enslaved rascal

the kid's been plagued bad though
he spit ill
frequent
as that shit degrades cash flow
the oracle
who's that
he goes by a different name
fact so
it's ason ranma
bitch
manipulate matter like….


verse 3 (sea/swordz)

…when molecules and atoms fight
no matter what
you should never win
when you and your master fight
if you do
you need a new instructor
'cause if you try
the shit you learned
you'll get fucked up
like when
you first use some nunchucks
the first rule
you must understand
in order to grow
is proper nourishment
you NEED
before you WANT to know
heed my words
ignore them though
and be adjourned
from life as i know it
and proceed to ignore
the light that's not showing
but if i was you
i'd like if i go in detail
and speak the burning truth
from deep hell
you need to water your roots
and repeat daily
make sure your seed propels
from the earth
and reaches outer space
become a more thorough species
of our race
not mines
but yours
i've climbed the walls
ladders
stairs
and mountain-scapes
just so i could log on
to the atmosphere
to calculate
i'll separate your brain
from your spinal chord
for thinking out of place
like the most high of all
i could cause the impact
a walking tower makes
make the wind crack
and time fall out of shape
but i choose not to aggravate
the laws of physics
by default
given
as of late
i play my cards
as if i had an ace
type strategically
determination
stronger than
the wrath of fate
my thought rhythm
has no bass
it's on a higher frequency
and this is war
i'm only peace
without the mic completing me
you can give up
all your senses
but your sight
to heighten seeing me
practice keeping your head idle
following light
repeatedly
you can even become conscious
open your mind
complete the three
but it'd still be impossible
for your eyes to meet with me
but showing is proving
so if i swallowed you
you might believe in me
notice the pun i'm using
and that line's deciphered easily
but if it isn't
you're like 'the simpsons'
trying to comprehend
in this dimension
you don't understand the knowledge
because you skipped the wisdom
if you don't follow
you didn't listen
i flow with ambition
the culture i'm living
is not a religion
i don't believe in it
i be in it
i'm disgusted
out for justice
and i ain't lenient

photolethalarchitecture(prod. by kozak)

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 kozak



verse 1 (zen studentz)

its the oddest
kid to rock
krishna conscious
ichabod
swift atomic
stutter when he rap
drool hawk tar mucus
talk harsh booth
spit off scar tooth
his swelled gums
blood drip
cloth large pool slit
tongue gnar ruthless
dunbar humans
like
uhh yeah?
his reptar slang
cut throats
zen gnaw through foes
crawl useless

option is
to show him he the raddest
one to spit a tad brash
chew and spit it back back at em'
charlatans to crack
spin kick
lash master sun
trigger pistol whip
fast class damn
he have it
shoot and reload
with no gaps
like a gatling gun
nah sun
all that
and stack cash madden em'
brass tacks blasting
his wax stash vast
and um that's that
hooded kid
rap craft data stun
scholars
nodding noggin
never bothered
by the sky scrape
tree top flute playing lobster
that he met within the city streets

yeah

well
show him the ropes
hash burn
blowing the smoke
slash clapse dagger
with a sunset
dusk
dust crate lunch musty
tattered in a clumsy pattern
addict when he spit
villains mad ill
like it must be
all the kratom
that he has
within the package
i got it
brain stun dose
too high
kozak flew ghost smooth
ragged dirt road
spin far off
its nothing
i contemplate fetters and delusions
in nirvana state
hare ramma namaste
chronic honest oddest say
aren't you the oracle
the shoe string rebel
pebble kick villain
freestyle endin
i come through
blend in words
and the special herbs
playing in the background
i hope you like that now


verse 2 (sea/swordz)

subsonic silhouette
recipe for
how to build a death
approach tracks
like bats
when they kill insects
echo located vessel
splat
teleport
in a tesseract
shell of sorts
time compression lapse
intestinal tract
dispel a corpse
minus all sustenance
action in the mind
involves nothingness

mental capacity
ventures past
the fences of reality
what happens
within temples
has the potential for galaxies
new worlds germinate
what you knew before
through wars
earns its place
perspective transmutes
what you view
to form a certain shape
only YOU can determine
the way
that you interpret things
so
would you choose
to really see
or
murder all messengers
ignore the truth
by any means
manipulate
what you observe
according to
what you wish to see
such as
the death of hip hop
some say
it still lives and breathes
but studentz
had to reach
across continents
to get this beat
if there were
current hip hop
action figurines
they'd come complete
with glittered purse
ugg boots
and skinny jeans
get a kanye west skirt
with proof of purchase
and shipping fees
my point is
this category of music
is not as it's perceived

unearthlygloam(prod. by wizdomgod)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by wizdomgod


dark definitive
eagle scream particulates
do the math
remove and add
future path significance
thoughts unleashed
like danny the dog
touched keys
on an instrument
a moment speaking
with morgan freeman
coincidence

the haunting vocals
and the percussion
on this beat
are indicative
of just how much
of a beast
the god wizdom is
he was gone
for a minute
then resurfaced
like dawn
when you look into it
impact
like that on your arm
when the fangs
of a large
animal's jaws
push into it

i welcome him back
with too much weight
on the bars
to lift them with
drawing on the past
memory banks are visited
developing thoughts
so kinetic
they charge interest
so much so
you think remy lebeau
threw cards
when i spit the shit

approaching domes
with the force
of a star
blown into bits

omni-dispersal
path of directionality
expanding like roots
and branches
spread out from trees
snaking
like the shape of limbs
without their leaves
like sperm cells
racing anxiously
to sprout a seed
fruition
hurried orange tree
illusionistic
flourishing
like a hybrid
of current and futuristic
the relationships i form
correspond to
a group of cichlids
a myriad
of isolated
organic mutant misfits

a rare species of souls
lost in an accretionary hole
so very alone
like a flame
buried in snow
a darkness
nightmarish to know
but despite the heat
associated with light
it perseveres in the cold

don'tthink...feel(prod. by semantix)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

semantix - stranded - catalyst


taken from the semantix album ' 4d '


prod. by semantix



verse 1 (semantix) :

yo it feels good fam
like heavenly glory
put the mind aside
with the story
be the author
source and all present
listen from within
yo it ain't  always pleasant
it's always the truth
untampered and pure
not dressed up bullshit
and pampered galore
mind is a tool
use it wisely
and know
when that talk is yours
or outside thee
subliminal programs
inside me
want to be heard first
and shout loudest
to guide me
'i am' observes me
back to homeostasis
to feel if it serves me
proceed in wisdom
understanding arrives
the truth speaks through us
just listen
be quiet
take that extra few seconds
see what appears to you
then ask yourself
(how did it feel to you?)



verse 2 (stranded) :

don't think
do
what you feel is real
it ain't potential
that's just clay
what do you shape it into
we're sculpted
by our responses
to the things
we've been through
without our permission
there isn't
anything they can do

we decide on our own
what drives us
lies in our skulls
what affects us
are not directions
unless we accept them
so wherever we end up
will not be their fault

take responsibility
for your conductivity
it is YOU who reacts
when you're stimulated
by energy
so before you act
consider the fate
of your decision tree
the consequences may be
a principally painful memory

you know
when something isn't right
you feel it
that sense excites
the true nature of things
appears clearly
to inner sight
you can lie to the mirror
but not to what gives it life
what you feel
is as quick as light
experiences ignite
neurons explode
both receiving
and sending signals alike



verse 3 (catalyst) :

4th chakra
first born cosmic made mass
we are the gods that shape us
but they take us
in the illusion
of inherited dreams
hemmed in to the formulae
beggars and kings
where nothing's what it seems
kept possessed by theft
like the contradictions
of sacred texts
my thoughts fragment
like osiris
and self fulfilling cycles
from the ghettos to the grove
programmed for ego and violence
i know
the war is being fought
in our mind
not on road
so i connect with
the silence deep inside of me
cleanse myself still
of greed and pretense
in this chaos
that we're living in
i see my shadow
try to tempt me
every single day
but i've forgiven him
'cause that's how i feel
your heart will always
tell you what's real

vestigialuprising(prod. by pesticyde)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

stranded - vice versa


stranded and vice versa = iridophoric/pseudomorphs


prod. by pesticyde



verse 1 (stranded):

phantasmagoric
euphoric
theta recorded
brain performance
dna contorted
beast metamorphis
the change is enormous
but it's not that i'm larger
than the way i was
before it
it's more
that it provides me
with a way
to move forward
without decay
and rigor mortis
like acid
that's methanoic or formic
so as i approach the future
standing tall
like the dolichocephalic skull
of a nordic

the past fades
and dulls
in proportion
which was plastered with
the blatant disregard
of an orphan

your curiosity
could go to mars
if you wanted
like the rover
nasa launched
to conduct
scientific processes on it
who we are
has been gone
far too long
many planetary orbits
like bombs
from famicom's
airship fortress
very unfortunate

the plant-saboteur abortionist
when we receive his beats
you know what's coming
a powerful event
it's like
bleeding in the ocean
and seeing the approach of
a thousand dorsal fins
a mile around
that form a disc
and surrounded
you're within
i practice being senseless
like how a war begins
so when i  restore them
their strength
will sprout
when born again
open like a corolla
when a flower's forming it
sure
i spit as if i've got
a fountain for a head
but if you think
I'M nice
vice can balance
a mountain
on his pen



verse 2 (vice versa):

sarcoptic mange
lantern wise
venerated pagan taboo
antiquarian classified
tentacled hiemlick manuvuer
castrated bondage photog
paddled by canoe carvers
in the corner
bellmakers crucible

wilting ceiling fans
in the condemned insectarium
mosquito breeder brim cloister
birds in knots
anatomists pocketbook
with raised ridges
cobalt blue latticework
vertical hobnails
the art restorer tar enforcer
embossed lettering
on surgical gauze veils
1917 urinal fetish microbial
terminal bomb flail
merlot and cocktails
hurtful bibliopegy provoked
discernable swamp sail
moss trail
leading to electroplated plaintiffs
hedgerows raided
whiteside parsons rocketry research
cervical geodes
purple pitcher plants
spade leafed sun-dew
one seemingly mud slinging upbringing
sedative sea sponges
boxcar slag heap
sapo tramp
mycelium white plume

daybreak(prod. by aethra)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

kalki - stranded


kalki and stranded = night/scream


prod. by aethra


verse 1 (kalki):

life is suffering
when your friends
spite your utterings
how do you mend it
despite your discovering
that friendship is a fickle thing

we’re just little things
lost in space
belittling
the moss we pace on
as we crush microcosms
we cough and stray on
without a thought to say
as a species
we should be tossed away
gone
in this cosmic maze
e.t.s probably watch us
and often pray
they could possibly squash us
but not today
so we gossip over pasta and lobster
mobsters and impostors talk shit
as we pop shit and swallow it
escaping through
this hollow ship’s gaping holes
with grey souls
we follow misfits
and wallow in statistics
stay old at a young age
strung out in cages
some come out of their caves
to discover
amazing brothers and sisters
uncover the mystery of existence
we’re gifted
with wisdom and free will
listen and be still
i breathe with gills
in this prison
of greed and killings
i bleed
and it's spilling into ink
instilled in you
to think
of infinite possibilities
don’t be limited and lost
you’re willingly
mocking your abilities
we could bask in our sorrows
or pave the paths to tomorrow
if you crave wrath
you can borrow some of mine
even in the summer time
it rains acid
in the slums of my mind
my pain lashes at me
i pray to Laksmi
stray
and bask in my pages’ math
you can play and laugh
but i leave that to children
i breathe data to reveal gems
still hem breezes in stratas
kill men that are evil in status
i believe in my madness
makes me see through the sadness
and the deeds
that my habits made me do

i’ll relax
when Brahma’s day is through



verse 2 (stranded):

when day breaks
i escape
leap to the night
get away
sleep when it's bright
in the shade
experience dreams
that don't survive
when i wake
they just slip away
like the rock biter's friends
when the nothing
took them away
life is imagination
there are no boundaries
to what defines fascination
curiosity ascertains
the mind's gravitation
without it
how could data
find its way in
how would the empress
hear what bastion's name is

i'm peering past the same shit
evolution veers
and pathways shift
trails branch
but many fail to advance
'cause they don't have the vision
to see
just a blank stare
or a pale glance
only a few
can feel it
like braille hands
such sight
brings things together
that nails can't
events unfold
at the end of the road
new beginnings
every end
continues to go
when the moon has risen
i enter the true and living
we pretend that we know
so very certain
even though
we can't be certain
what we perceive
isn't a show
people
so easily believe
what they never really could know
it seems silly
but still
it is so
and many
who have disagreed
have been killed
as a result
leave the children alone
let them decide what they feel
on their own
your mind
is the window sill
of your soul
it's okay that we're different
why can't you just chill
like it's cold
relax
like a critter's quills
when it rolls
that's better than
your momma's
pillsbury dough
but there's no solution
'cause if someone stupid
travels faster than light
they're still very slow

plenty of power
under the hood
but no one
behind the wheel
in control
it's like
navigating
a mine field
in the snow
beauty abounds
of which
only those
who keep
their eyes peeled
can behold

quietcontemplation(prod. by snake vs crane)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

seraphguard  -  killer falcon  -  seraphguard  -  stranded


prod. by snake vs crane



verse 1 (seraphguard):

he had an honest query
decided to make his way
up to the monastery
feared being alone
but it was not as scary
as the implications
of the unknown
he stopped
but barely
discarded his phone
and proceeded atop an airy field
among the mosses
usually clung to losses
but it was a time of change
and he had just begun the process
along the trail
he saw a monk
sitting in contemplation
upon his arms
were paintings
the art was amazing
with the calmest patience
and the smarts of the ancients
he started waiting
saw a serene breeze
shuffle over the green trees
grazed prayer wheels
to the chirps of cicadas
carved in gold
were rare seals
denoting certain vedas
higher still
passing a pond of lily pads
his mind tempered
by his fire will
forgot what made him really sad
at last
he reached the mountain pass
then the peak
looked down upon the land
littered with the vastest creeks
he observed his reflection
in a river
seemed so much clearer
than the man in the mirror
to himself
he felt he'd been delivered



verse 2 (killer falcon):

cloaked
a lone poet
wanders in the trees
clutches pen and pad
dims a glow of tranquility
sense of purpose
settles on a path of leaves
cross legged posture
ready for the masterpiece
in the grasp of peace
he opens up the chakras
wrote his finest scrolls
with inspiration of the forest
whispers of a redwood
seep a silent wisdom
soaks in their awareness
heights redefine his vision
a conscious presence
found in every sapling
among the bees and birds
connections everlasting
discard mental barriers
taken off the masking
saw life in purest form
droplets wash away the fallacy
hits a blinding light
ascension of divine strength
inhales a timeless breath
transcending life or death
the unrefined essence
beyond flesh and blood
found all things below
blends with everything above
assertive inner peace
temple surging
he observes
beautiful
a moment
transcending all the hell on earth
total ego dissolution
as nature
he became one
harmonious with all
frictionless
the inner sage shone


verse 3 (seraphguard):

an unassuming lady
who found delight
in the mundane and grand
from a cold town in england
preferred the sun rays and sand
one day unplanned
she paid a grand
found herself
on the mexican hills
looking like waves in the land
back home
she had a mazatec inscribed
sword of iron
fortified
then fully restored like zion
but it was about more than
buying a collector's item
she simply had
an insatiable curiosity
for the mayan
said her sight was sore
so she could skip the guided tour
instead
she sneaked down some pyramid steps
behind the shore
she tried the door
stepped inside with awe
tears streamed down her face
like she never cried before
saw something shining beside the floor
she almost had a heart attack
when she realized
it was an artifact
it was still sharp
in fact
she touched the symbols carved in black
and thought what it would be like
if she brought it back
both bold and shallow
she grabbed the bow and arrow
standing before a statue
resembling a golden pharaoh
cold and narrow
held it tight
like how a bone holds the marrow
knowing she'd be looking upon it
in her home
in harrow


verse 4 (stranded):

while it's strange
what many consider noise
performs in a way
that teleports him away
all it takes
is a yin and yang snake
to swirl with a crane
and something goes on
in his brain
he grows
like fast forwarding age
and presses onward
to explore
his head's dormant remains
he lights up regions
that have
seldom seen
their neurons aflame
his sight travels beyond
his actual eyes'
normal restraints

no longer held
by the force field
he escapes
and vanishes
like a man with a
vortical face
where he arrives
is an incorporeal place
not unlike where
neo and morpheus trained
amorphous terrain
that
with absence
disorientates
when he leaves
his memory
of before
is so vague
all he remembers
is it exists
not the world it contains
he always wonders afterward
what tore him away
but just the knowledge
that it happened
endorphins the pain

photographicmemory(prod. by snake vs crane)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

stranded  -  seraphguard  -  white lotus


prod. by snake vs crane



verse 1 (stranded):

a child was born in vain
only for her mother to die
while she was on the way
she came out face down
she never saw her face
she aged taking the blame
for why her father was absorbed by pain
'cause she was ignorant
to what went on in his brain
he could tell her
how he was torn two different ways
by the joy and the pain
joy for her
pain
for the woman from which she came
but she knew he loved her
so she would never believe what he'd say
so he let things just be as they may
it wasn't something that needed to change
despite their despair
the love between them remained
he's been on a dark journey
since that day
seeing her in that coffin
sparked an eternal flame
he thought of her often
and drifted away
the harder he focused
the further he strayed
he left the planet
but visited on a regular base
to mourn at her grave
in silence
for there were no amount of words he could say
to soothe his soul
or to explain
how he felt
borderline to insane
he read her book
but never got to the last page
and he was far more than a chapter away
the pages abandoned when she passed away
there was so much he had to say
but he always bit his tongue
now he'll never get rid of the aftertaste
never will the emptiness evaporate
his heart broken
never to heal
it was only held together
by his daughter's will

both women
make him feel the same
but it's different
'cause his daughter's a constant reminder
of what he's missing
looking at her
hurt
just as much as it didn't
an unknown force
doubled his vision
it was blurred
but he saw her and her mother in it
he would close his eyes
to shut out the image
but that only made it much more vivid



verse 2 (seraphguard):

it was in a locket
he kept as a memento
put it in the front pocket
of an old rental
under his vest
lay his naked stress
he would rock it as a stencil
he had never spoken to her before
even though
he had always meant to
not sure of what was about to ensue
he held tightly to the invitation
that came out of the blue
wrapped in a ribbon
glittered
and then powdered with glue
he planned to taker out
and around at the zoo
thought he could
make it all up to her
but then
he doubted it too
he had been
granted the gift of mercy
never thought
he'd again see
the face of compassion
but on this trip to jersey
maybe it could happen
work was a major distraction
so he quit dispersedly
whatever it takes
perhaps then
she'd become the only light
left in his life
since the split from his wife
trying to sleep
through the stress
in the night
he ducked out
before her due date
thought it was too late
but now he finds himself
standing outside their new place


verse 3 (white lotus):

and ever since his first birthday
he never seen his father
who always worked late
come home licking the plate
then off to bed
moms got no attention
sick of his shit
and left
not that she felt
he wasn't a good provider
it was more about
how he was a selfish liar
his belt dealt fire
after a few drinks of whiskey
not lucid
becomes abusive
and tipsy
they made an escape
at a later date
split
young boy says to his mother
'i hate this'
'i hate YOU'
'why did you take me from daddy?'
as he sleeps
on a bench seat
in the back of a caddy
years had passed
moms thinks he'd forgotten
one night
pretends to sleep
playing possum
contempt for his mother
he seemed to blame HER
outside pop's window
two kids and a strange girl

lonewolf(prod. by snake vs crane)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

stranded  -  seraphguard


prod. by snake vs crane



verse 1 (stranded):

he was all alone
or so he thought
an entire world
below his skull
millennia ago
pangea began to float apart
but despite that distance
those
he now knows abroad
are there with him
even though they're not

the bond that music forms
spans infinity
transcends proximity
he's by himself
but not alone
paradoxic chemistry
brotherhood merges
germany
canada
and in between
they share common interests
people
who constitute his siblings
they give him reasons
to want to leave
the solitude he lives with

much like a star
he roams planes
largely unoccupied
but just as far
as those stars
are not combined
he takes a step back
and counts the stars
across the sky
there are many
but when you focus
microscopic
the rest lie outside
the outline
of what you decided to notice

he learns his lesson
for humble incurs acceptance
while pride
can blind the stubborn
and blur the message
that's not to say
that such mistakes
would not recur
they're expected
he's always been alone
so despite his new family
spread across
this spinning globe
a certain degree
of isolation
is still his home


verse 2 (seraphguard):

a lone wolf
who abandoned the pack
he went in
head first
without a plan of attack
he had managed to stack
about a grand
in a sack
buried deep in some sand
in a burlap
behind the abandoned building
where the land had collapsed
it was the day
he ran away
unsure
of where he would have to stay
but that's the breaks
he didn't believe in the words
he'd have to say
"i'm sorry"
would have been
end of story
the weather added
to this sad display
never again
would he ever
look his dad in the face
he was quick witted
but he had
an even faster mouth
so-called friends
became estranged
when he asked
to crash on the couch
"you're a useless bastard now"
someone they would laugh about
it got to the point
where it was well past a doubt
that all of his luck
at last
ran out
his funds evaporated like water
he took refuge
at the condemned building
sleeping in a dilapidated corner
burning junk
kept him captivated and warmer
years passed by
as he began pan handling
but the saddest thing
was the reflection of his face
in the loose change
his dad just handed him

thetruthdepictselation(prod by kwervo)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by kwervo


struck
so suddenly
by all
instantaneous
the impact
analogical
to walls
when they're caving in
the sight
and expectation
amalgamate to climax
resulting
in an overwhelming sensation
on contact
adrenal explosion
a volcanic episode
will you manage
or will you
because there's so much pressure
blow

maintain balance
a steady hand
so to speak
the serene nature
of moments
brief
like when eyes
slowly blink
the period of time
that when they're closed
you think
alone
and sink
unexplored ocean
deep
culminating
in an epiphaniacal instance
you realize
your primary interests
all else shoved aside
as you follow
whatever left your mind
with its imprint
departure
fulfillment
return
the path i walk
that which is sought
will be learned
determination

the interpretation
of the walkingstick bird

after all
who you actually are
should not be
lost to the earth
midian
belongs on its perch
from the shadows
cabal
monsters emerge
crawl to the surface
be yourself
embrace your flaws
you're not perfect
the imperfections
are what make impressions
on the thoughts of observers
you are admonished
to let your consciousness flourish
and blossom
like sakura's courage
when she decided
to get stronger
so as to not depend
on naruto further
these words
embody wisdom
like the goddess minerva
you must not surrender
you can only venture
as far as your fervor
lethargic prey
cannot escape
the jaws of inertia
are you absent or present
will you sit back
in concession
or attack with aggression
with whatever
will act as a weapon
the wounds of which
are lasting impressions
if you're not competitive
the predator
is your own acquiescence

tooth and nail
or you will fail
defeated
motionless
equal
to what a spine
can achieve
with a broken disc
i can't stand people
who are mistreated
and don't resist
there isn't a world in which
a single hero exists
that could save someone
who won't hold their fate
in their own two fists
if you careened over a cliff
what good would a rope be
if you won't reach for it
and close your grip
in order to teach
one doesn't need
a whole bunch of fish

the student determines
where their school is
learning's only extent
is their curiosity
they absorb the knowledge
each is open to get
they must be interested
or the implement
won't make a dent
information
cannot be forced
on those
who don't give a shit
take responsibility
be yourself
it will help you find serenity
be proficient
in the ways
of 'within the mind' agility
what's in
divides you all
dna
intertwines
until complete
in much the same way
individuals
provide specific things

it's like paintings
they're made up
of several brush strokes
you can't see the images
they're meant to project
from up close
move back
and the depictions
will begin to unfold
the vague
becomes vivid
when you pivot the scope

accepting queens
doesn't mean
you surrender control
you can acknowledge
their existence
and not do what you're told
could it be
resistance isn't written
in a bee's genetic code
or perhaps
it fears the consequences
at the end of that road
but perhaps
you can only get
where you're willing to go
if you don't pose a challenge
how will you ever know

with just one feather
from a crow
i ascend to the sky
his act of generosity
permits me to fly
he plucked it from his wing
to initiate mine
grateful for the pen
i soar the wind
at his side
the beat
a quill i fill
with ink from my mind
instilled
i write what i feel
instincualize
the rhyme it builds
increases in size
all it needs is some time
and patience
thankfully
he provides

galaxies collide
but life
comes out the other side
an entrance can be an exit
it depends
on the set of eyes
so before you make decisions
consider what's next in line
'cause whatever you decide
gets heavier over time


hook ( x2 )

for those who say
that hope is for fools
i say hope is a fuel
if you use it
to drive you forward
you can go where you choose
you can't just hope
and wait for roses to bloom
if they're not nourished
they cannot flourish
and grow from their roots
nothing exists on its own
you must give
to what you wish to be grown
we're all symbiotic cogs
that spin for the whole
the bigger picture
the eyes of ANY behold
only thing you control
is the pixel
you contribute
to the image that's shown

theglowingblade[sharpersword](prod. by ill majestic)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by ill majestic


kunai
with paper bombs tied
arranged in a design
like the corolla
a dense flower provides
a maze
pain surrounds you
inside
you can't escape
the explosions
like clouds in the sky
wings rendered hopeless
grounded
but kept afloat
by thousands combined
between their wrath
you begin to fall
but each blast
keeps you enthralled
playing catch
you are the ball
to be tossed
until you're gone
fated to be erased
where detonation awaits
but what if i told you
this is the method we take
for you to be
sedated awake
from your false world
/
imaginative state
by sending a shock
to your senses
so great
that you're ultimately
convinced that it's fake
you exit
a sudden brightness
where light had not threatened
your eyes adjust
to what had been denied
until present
atrophy takes time
to subside
evanescent

behavior
based on unreliable legend
how you behave
outweighs the 'why'
and inception
for despite what you follow
free will
provides your direction

look inside yourself
from time to time
for reflection
this mirror
like those
in catoptric
telescopic instruments
pain darkens your heart
such thoughts
are often pictureless
a pond
ripples far beyond
the body that limits it
but you are enlightened
when reminded
of your fondest images
that's why it's essential
to recall
that scars are not emptiness
they represent survival
the things you've been through
cannot offend
from inside you
if it is them that wins
it is them
that you surrender
your mind to
a keen kunai
will slice
clean through time
see tomorrow
like martin
m - c - fly
and glimpse beyond
those with crystal balls
that feed you lies

expand your horizons
who's your master
when your sifu dies


my thoughts feast
ripping apart meat
with sharp teeth
food is ideas
i chew my meals
like shark week
to be projected
like movie reels
on large screens
esoteric perspectives
mirrors of similar things
message takes flight
it's like a ninja star flings
and catching a weapon
is necessary
to feel my heartstrings
the spread of mutants
evolution
through children
offspring
descending like icarus
with the impotence
of his thawed wings
apical pathways
are safe from the last days
things engraved
aren't as easily erased
as a flat page
i literally
keep a base
in a batcave
but i don't
need a costume
you can't see me
i'm that vague
i slip away
like water
with the heat
to evaporate

sublimation
i skip phases
that's how much
i'm changing
evolution
i'm a mutant
that's never
done mutating
expand my mind
like lung inflation
with over intoxication
of oxygenation
life's a pamphlet
it provides information

do you take the time
to analyze
what it's saying
or do you
just accept
what it offers
without consideration
this is not something basic
it's deeper
than the opposite
of helium/talk/inhalation
my rhymes
a series
of dark innovations
words are
sharp and serrated
liquid
my sword
like samehada
for laymen
it bites you
and takes your life
through your chakra's deflation
you weaken
as it feeds
it leaves your body sedated
lying awake
sleeping
you try to awaken
but fail
snared between
two paradoxic occasions
weary
you experience
disorientation
like hidan
forever lost
in a forest
forsaken
barely alive
you stare at the sky
from your grave
and ponder
but how you got there
defies contemplation
this is NOT
to be interpreted
as death
but modification
i refer to the steps
your mind follows
throughout observation
confronted with perspective
you process information
the death i mention
represents
you responding
by changing

your prior self dies
murdered by conversation
the words one provides
fertilize ovulation
exercise your mind
at all times
let your neurons shine
open the doors
to the dormant sections
you're neglecting
below your skull
wide
these regions
will fluoresce
like explosions
in a dark sky
resulting
in an evolved mind

...sharper sword

canal(prod by cairo beats)

track is from morning star's album:

philosophy of the kali yuga


written and performed by (in order of appearance):

morning star - stranded


verse 1(morning star)

the automated nature
of well-trodden paths
has me seeking
a new light
in the evening
i ask the crowd
who follows
and who steps to be the leader
i watch
who stands apathetically
and does neither
my seed shows strength
and grows
like cedar and oak
as deep roots are soaked
with holly essences
i struggle
with my breathlessness
so i sacrifice
strands of energy collection
for protection
from the poison
in the heavens
as the winds fly by
and sandblast my egocentrism
to bypass all external criticism
the table has turned
the burned idols
the understandings that diminish
the race to the bottom
getting close to its finish
a cave system
that became an archetype
of searching for no meaning
place an entire population
far beyond redeeming
reshaping consciousness
both through saturation and omission
you’re best to evaluate
whether your actions
are building someone else’s mission
because our years
are of deception
and survival will entail
a fine refining of perception
to swallow pride
to watch the void
start to subside
in this realm
of hungry ghosts
wailing
i increase my lung capacity
to stay self-sufficient
in my sailing
amassing energy
between my spine and my navel
the divine make me able
watch me and stranded
fuck it up
and leave this axis unstable
DNRX
got something to prove
still try to strangle the groove
under my hoof
thats my criteria
build and destroy
from north america to syria
i give all
to face the wall
before my last seconds
thirds and fourths
i blast wisdom
with my cohorts

por los siglos
de los siglos
de los siglos


verse 2(stranded)

minor adjustments
i take steps
like double helix
one flight
could be hundreds
each path
goes beyond its production
i wander
my walkingstick
never not in my clutches
so go ahead
think i'm lost
i'll applaud your assumption
like zodd's approach
as the darkness is coming
i'm not alive
the human body
is death
my consciousness
stuck in
an inmate to society
and the problems
it comes with
people are eager
to waste their time
but i am reluctant
the application of clocks
is highly disruptive
so i seek
to leave my body
but keep
cognitive function

immortal

as in
the inability to die
if you switched
'die'
with 'be governed'

free from the tubes
the tunnels
that we must use
surrounded
by outliers
what else could we do
we just want
to live our lives
and be ourselves
when we do
to deny us this
is to be
an elephant shoe

gard/e/ns(prod. by no one)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by no one


no one knows
the life
that stellar oceans hold
next to nothing
of the dark parts
and little
of those that glow
if ghosts exist
do you think
we have ghosts alone
there would be
ghosts of aliens
and there's no limit
to where a ghost can go

during transformation
a lycan's skeleton
is restructured
bone for bone
resulting in
suffering the sensation
of the breaking
of every one of its bones
then
they're hunted
whether or not
they've got themselves
under control
in addition to this threat
they undergo
the difficulty
of their own machinations
plus
they may become
captive patients
of apathetic individuals
because of their
scientific fascinations
in a lab
in cages
only to be freed
periodically
for ghastly experimentation
there are even those
that would eat them
and do you know
what that procedure entails
in order to do so
they must be kept alive
while the meal is prepared
otherwise
they would revert
to how they
ideally appear

inhumane
that word is used backwards
it would be humane
because
that's how humans
typically behave

BASTARDS!!!!

powder gripped a man
as his prey's life
slipped away
to the after
i wish i could convey
the sentiment
his empathetic display
captured
perhaps then
they would disobey
their sinister
innate aspirations
and evolve
expand
their minds
beyond their skull's expanse
allow me to double back
to how this all began
how could we
POSSIBLY know
what matters in space
when we don't even know
what matters
on our OWN
ball of land
the human species
is what's wrong
they're damned
peace can only rise
with the fall of man


hook (x 2)

the hanging garden
vague stars lit
obstructed
by artificial pollution
the damage
humans do
only hurts themselves
the planet's
indifferent to it
despite
its many parasites
the host
continues moving
as if it will
throw them off
on some
uber-centrifuge shit
and leave them
to orbit
ANYTHING else
like little moon bits
the earth left
to quietly float
like an empty cruise ship
free from those
who would pose
an endless nuisance

lunarscars(prod. by episodic)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

vice versa - stranded


vice versa aka blunted sultan aka carmine moth

and

stranded

=

iridophoric/pseudomorphs



vocal sample:

forgive my intrusion


....i hope this isn't a bad time



verse 1 (carmine moth)

arch bishop of roach droppings
so obvious
headlice afraid
baroque fountain
cuckold
enzyme depraved
throat modeling
paraplegic paratrooper
bodily bloated
oddity cloaked
yellowed fish eye pavilion
orbiting slaughter cadre
cactus limb human

blurred then focused
comedy hoax
most debauchery obtuse

wet silk tapered to the bone structure
moans muffled over commonly
syrupy stalagmite
impaling all the wailing
prolonging prose recited
to frightened ghost wandering
solemnly gloat
the ringworm toad robbery
bothering jolts
of archetype evoked conjuring
drunk barber cabal
headclipper close clobbering
hedgetrimmer
properly coaxed
into morose artistry
cognitive devil
nebula lobe conquering
Guild of Funerary Violinists
now mope sauntering
the viper bog emporium
euphoria arteries roped
in a fibonacci corkscrew
beware cryptobotomy
sickle sodomy
cinematography luminary glow
army coat
tailored by carnie dolts
wallowing
dont bother me
supernotter film
noir bottom feeder mode
2nd annual robot builder club
binary code honoring


verse 2 (stranded)

 a carmine moth
wing flap
time lapse
still frame
frozen eye snap
photography
moment goes unforgotten
deep impact
on neural receptors
metamorphosis
encouraging lecture
vivid euphoric image
with a blurry texture
a figurative swirling wind
that would disorient escher
presumption
but i am inclined
to provide such consumption
when i am confronted
with mind numbing
observational fire redundant
light production
in the proverbial darkness
of my circumference
the shadow teeming
lack of dreaming
i suffer
sleep atrophying
accompanied by astral demons
who approach me
but won't speak
on what it is that they're after
frequent
not often
but in proportion
to the few lucid
rapid eye movements
i've been involved with

when i was ten years old
i saw how the world will explode
but i lost it
all i remember
is l.a.
and an airplane that was monstrous
it felt as if
it would happen that day
but i learned that wasn't the case
long since

i wonder on occasion
if it
was clairvoyance
or a nightmarish figment
we'll never know
if it was a premonition
because we'd die
with the explosion's ignition
and if it wasn't
and it was nothing
we can't know that it isn't
because if it was a vision
when it will happen
wouldn't have a limit
i could have remote viewed
beyond my death
through a descendant

the likely direction
preempted
by the unexpected
a smaller piece
of a larger puzzle
to be connected
i suspect that
a series of gears
there and here
are operating a mechanism
they have no recognition
they even steer
the fusion of purpose
implemented by mutual serpents
their unity ferments
the energy
produces a current
generating power
throughout their circuit
the balancing out of versus
the tao swirl disc
of dark and light
the purest archetype
not one or the other
ALL of life
those not stuck
in their mother
and father's sight
those who see further
than what was
predetermined
beyond its vice
this freedom
turns into walls of ice
a fortress
the solitude of orphans
strength
from a multitude of sources
is conjured
to conquer feuding forces
constant fuel for torches
carried onward
with the portent
of apocalyptic horses
so far into the future
your imagination
couldn't possibly
support it
cartographers
barely glimpse
just a fragment
and after
their reality fractures
loses integrity
and gradually shatters
the area
they wish to represent
is like a natural disaster
there are no instruments
capable of fully mapping its patterns


lunar scarring
what's left
of the reflection
of beautiful starbeams
a moon
that can only be viewed
with eyes
that see truth
nuitari

weaponmarket(prod. by poison flowerz!)

written and performed by stranded as sea/swordz(pronounced sea of swordz)

prod. by poison flowerz!

sea/swordz and poison flowerz! =  sasori's/puppetz


hit the weapon market
for a feathered starfish
i hold it
in the palm of my hand
and it takes flight
like a federation starship
rotates
as it locates
and decapitates its target
and brings the head back
to face its marksman
for confirmation
before i scratch
his name off the parchment
and fade off
in the darkness
with pale moon rays
that are toxic
but not so much
that they make me vomit
just enough
to make me feel the noise
a bee makes
when its flying

i was distracted for a minute
by an apparition
but i came back
to the living
like lazarus did
or so you presume
the mind is a flower
it takes your whole life to bloom
you can't be certain
even then
if the extent
to which it opens
is full
all you can do
is give it all
the solar rays
it can chew
and so much water to drink
a boat could sail on it too

feed your head
like 'the murder fists'
track 3 suggests
peace to lotus
and the cd's he pressed
one of the first cats
that had me impressed
when i discovered myspace
before my feet were wet
i thought i was by myself
as far as emcees could stretch
but i learned
that the world
had many secrets left

...iexist(prod. by fivesicks)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by fivesicks


vocal sample:

light thinks it travels
faster than anything

but it is wrong

no matter how fast
light travels
it finds the darkness
has always gotten there first

and is waiting for it



in a dark world
i exist
slightly lit
but there is light within
far more than i provide you with
when i say
i'm here because i insist
it's like explaining to someone
born with hyper-hearing
what silence is
that's how futile
the idea of conveying thoughts precisely
is
yet i attempt
for me
hearing music like this
is like disappearing
through a spiral disc
to go on a series of idle trips
you'd be amazed
at how much you can experience
while you sit
appearances lie like shit

eyes closed
they tilt to the sky
even though they are blind
at the moment
denied
the ability to view
as they normally do
it is an intangible sensation
consumed
enveloped in hypothetical fumes
a pause in time
that will never resume
photograph
frozen past
holding fast
slowed to last
what do you know of that
navajo
read between
i ponder
sleep and dream
followed each week
by a weak routine
that is responsible
for every attempt
to delete these things
as this dark world speaks to me
i am reminded of 'these machines'
the little that m.atthew. has provided
will suffice to be serene
despite my wish
that more of the like would be convened

what does life even mean
curiosity
intrigue
i would follow these
to the end of time
and repeat
while i am not complete
it is the quest
to piece together this puzzle
find something worthy
to give love to
that urges me to come to
from this coma that we must undo
we are an inert form of kung fu
there is so much more we must do
we are meant to imagine
but this multi facet
deliberate distraction
of anything that resembles placid
won't have it
they want life to be like 'fray'
with no magic

i wander away
shit is so tragic
i'm on some 'mind planes drifter'
nomadic
peace to riishii
go grab it
meditate
you can hare krishna several ways
it's a perspective thing
there is energy in everything
even in dead remains
it's what exists
when nothing else remains
the subtle wells in things
all of what it entails
engraved
impact
chisel and stone
impression
like that of depression
living alone
but i remain intact
with no evidence of a soul
pressure builds fast
but grows hesitant to explode
for what would debris accomplish
better than if it's whole
it's effortless to just grow
why resist evolution
to exert so much energy
to surrender
is stupid
direct it toward
something more
fit for improvement
the path to true master
is a disciplined student
the gravity of its grasp
as attractive as mila kunis
an event horizon
grabbing a human

my blood drawn
abby's eyes
as she removed it
once again
the subtle glints
in a darkness
otherwise unavenged
are undersized
with so much to give
nothing provides us with gifts
for we are free
to fill the emptiness
as we please
those who are envious
lack degrees
so busy without
nothing is bound to hatch beneath
but when you travel within
your path completes
who's the master
the last dragon speaks
with a bullet
grasped in his teeth
demonstrative
of what he can achieve
you'll see this happen
when i significantly attach to beats
once - thesandwinter -
is alas complete
but time is voluminous
it is not only now and then
it is what the future is
flooded with foolishness
i suffer through the shit
because i know
eventually
it's coming to an end
'siddhartha'
i show restraint
patience
and use my head
peace to cloke
it's things like this
that give me reason to hope
even though
i know
most of the thought
we have to eat
is choke
staring at a tower
of indecipherable speech
below
many people sulk
they think that person
thinks they're dope
when many times
that's not why that seed explodes
there's an entirely different source
from which
what they speak is grown
there are many things
we don't know about one another
most of which
will not be discovered
and that is no wonder
being self absorbed
what do you expect of others
my point can be expressed with numbers
one to a hundred
what do you share
of all that is there
what you do
to what you don't
would be small when compared
look into the mirror
and get lost in the stare
so much so
that you no longer are there
take time to reflect
focus on yourself
not all the rest
you'll just be lost in the mess
quit trying to fit everything
in a box
and accept
any order that exists
is chaotic at best
for every rule
there is always except...

in a dark world
i exist
slightly lit
but there is light within
far more than i provide you with
when i say
i'm here because i insist
it's like explaining to someone
born with hyper-hearing
what silence is
that's how futile
the idea of conveying thoughts precisely
is
yet i attempt
for me
hearing music like this
is like disappearing
through a spiral disc
to go on a series of idle trips
you'd be amazed
at how much you can experience
while you sit
appearances lie like shit

focusedones(prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by lost soul


we emerge from oceanic depths
to be observed
by those that have slept
they fear us
'cause they are dry
and they don't know what is wet
with change they attack
when things stay the same
they relax
but even still
there is always one who strays from the pack
it is within he
we instill the strength to detach
think for himself
and find a way to adapt
awaken his dormant brain
and activate its synapse
evolve
like a pyromaniac
when he plays with a match
explore new heights
until its relativity shifts
then see what else exists
to a degree
one must be
capable of selfishness
and a state of mind
that's sedative
and let the imagination fly
like when propellers twist
under circumstances
that make the sky irrelevant
hidden away inside
our vague disguise
is a precipice
at first glance
you may only find what's evident
but upon further observation
lies a shape beyond the skeleton
but that is vague as well
even more so
than the costume we've made our shell
we need to fine tooth this paper trail
find the truth
and break the spell
mesmerized
by disorienting lies
that swirl and intertwine
with poor defenseless eyes
their sight blurs until it's blind
you try to find your way
yet you ignore so many signs
do we go to heaven
hell
or purgatory when we die
all of the above
and more
it's just the doors are in disguise
with many destinations
some may lead to more than one
you don't know shit
you flush the toilet when you're done
if you were to temper steel
what type of sword would it become
mine would be a blade like grass
receiving water and the sun
in that it would live and breathe
like the ones you see
the soul reapers with on bleach
it grows when it is released
in power and in form
both of them increase
like the mind when i sleep
lucid
conscious in a dream
i remove illusions
like cobwebs with my fingers
brush them shits aside
for it is i
who gets to just as quick decide
what gets defined
by light's construction with my eyes
transformed
like a sandstorm
from wind/cloud
this will make sense
once you've experienced
both then and now
until then
it will mean nothing
like empty vows
when i was a child
i was asked
why can't you simply smile
i replied
my happiness is not yours to decide
it's mine
my smile's inside
where it is not to be seen by prying eyes
i don't follow the guidelines
you idolize
i color outside the lines
bound only by my mind
it is a responsibility
to allow for all possibilities
this is a value
far beyond infinity
i am a black hole
drowning all in my inquisiting
my surroundings flock
and spiral into me
knowledge spins around
a composite
cyclonic entity
wisdom abounds
and follows its conductivity
but space behaves in waves
of symbiotic energy
opposing forces
perform a psychotic symphony
therefore war
will always contradict the peace
that's why i fight
and that's also
why i'll never find serenity
on earth
at night
i search the sky
inside my memories    for my identity
where am i from
why does it lie in mystery
not knowing where i belong
hurts
unlike anything
the pain it provides
is so strong
you'd die of empathy
but i go on
like the eye of storms
to do much more
i approach darkness
and walk right through it's front door
like the purifier
on crematoria
but what for
he moved towards the sun
and was reduced to dust for it
determination
it's triumph's fertilization
the school of life
doesn't require certification
i observe mistakes
and interpret pertinent information
and learn like doug 'cypher' ramsey
served any language
but what does it matter
perhaps
it's a waste of time
to collect data
there's too much to gather
perhaps what i seek
is too high to climb
for a step ladder
or perhaps not
i tend to accept the latter
i play the cards i'm dealt
but i also play cards by myself
even as i move through the world
i'm off somewhere else
orbiting distant stars
with alternate gravitational belts
despite without
within
i stay to myself
i applaud the advocation of hell
but religion is ignoration of self
so that shit can stay on the shelf
for how can the right path
be away from yourself
that's counter intuitive
you see the present
i see what the future is
i face pressure
but think several moves ahead
and roll with the punches
like a paraplegic pugilist
i will not willingly receive foolishness
i refuse it and
respond as a eulogist
to anybody popping that stupid shit
i got a coffin that you can get
and it doesn't matter
what size that you should get
i'll treat you like a sample
and chop you so you can fit
i despise who
blindly subscribes to
lies and contrived truth
and tries to force
their delusions upon you
i hate religion
and the bullshit it's tied to
hypocrites
trying to pull
the wool in your eyes' view
but a lot of times
it's when you're not looking
you find jewels
it's difficult
to watch people
stuck in a time loop
but it's up to them
to find the hole in the loop
and climb through
when you never surrender
you can do what
you put your mind to
so be persistent
and make use
of the upper spine's root
a creature with a mind
is meant to think by design
when diagnosed in the shade
the source of pain
seems to shine
which makes it simple
to identify
focus is determined
at the discretion
of whoever blinks the eyes