written and performed by: (in order of appearance)
dr. hatake downplay
stranded
prod. by 7th galaxy
verse 1: (dr. hatake downplay)
cold-fire weapons charge blade
clone replacements
12 monkey’s contaminants
sublime time vagrant
cannibalistic aliens
mutating in stages
7th dimensional space kicks
battle-star apocalypse
immortal portal catalyst
seeking orbital bliss
my timeline began
the same place it ended
with a glitchy past existence
firefly serenity
evolved from being absolved
from several identities
there’s no matching the intensity
when it’s from the psyche
enhanced ocular implants
advancements made precisely
electrically engineering perceptions
into widening
active camouflage
chaotic events and rioting
systems comply
evidence of a hyper-being
epic win gamer face
unstifled conquering
unstable matter igniting
heightened senses
future freaks of nature
hovering in the distance
hook (x2): (dr. hatake downplay)
this style has no remedy
naturally or chemically
bio-boosted heavily
with the necessary adjustments
trips to starcities
multiversal functions
auxiliary memories
ages that’s illustrious
verse 2: (stranded)
prehistoric fork
chrono-truth distorts
convoluted course
time mutants
rooted in the wake
of a future corpse
space dwarf
a titan of sorts
fading life support
igniting torches
in the brain
initiates a hyperwarp
ftl
a vessel
in a bioluminescent shell
a pirate sets sail
on a sea of fire
and never melts
to navigate these waters
you must be your higher
and separate self
the steps are symbolically
sheath bodies in parallel
spirit of the commander
truth lost in a fairy tale
mythology that blossomed
from the spot where polaris fell
time’s tangential nature
temporal aphasia
the message progressively forsaken
as the envelope’s favored
obscured by ambition
what matters
overshadowed
by the dearth of wisdom
you can’t imagine
what the earth has hidden
let alone
cities that glow
galaxies unknown
only an absolute fool
could think that we’re alone
hook (x2): (dr. hatake downplay)
this style has no remedy
naturally or chemically
bio-boosted heavily
with the necessary adjustments
trips to starcities
multiversal functions
auxiliary memories
ages that’s illustrious
Monday, June 19, 2017
Sunday, February 5, 2017
animpostor'smedicine(prod. by nsone)
written and performed by: (in order of appearance)
menes the pharaoh as mirage/bladez (pronounced: mirage of bladez)
sea/swordz (pronounced: sea of swordz)
prod. by nsone
verse 1: (mirage/bladez)
collage/gravez
mirage/bladez
no watered down waves
an oasis away
bodies decay
with no blood in my veins
i hope to say
one day
i be better than okay
not really though
my tomb on display
for all of you
room at the gate
waiting for a moment of peace
to hate
my teeth scratch the plate
an open map
with brain tissue debates
debauchery
a debacle of delays
the oracle
some would say
the owl wolf howls
it’s never safe
hatchet handz
and basket grams
noose you twice
to see
if you really hang
loop you real nice
to the breaks
see if you really slam
my land’s magic
the golden sands be grafted
too much for the eyes and ears
bastard
swaying from the rafters
verse 2: (sea/swordz)
pardon me
i had to pull the string
on a volcano first
inflate menes’ blood pressure
so his veins would burst
anger lurks beneath
blasts
like mass murders of crows
when they emerge from trees
scrolls are immersed in ink
it only took minutes
when menes went in search of beats
one arrived
from one of the other side
of earth’s elite
we never settle
for no mediocre sorcery
this spell’s
from where the deadliest
of creatures in the world convene
magic so dark
it’s powered by a moon
that can’t be visualized
unless it’s being viewed
by the most worthiest
of wizards’ eyes
one must be familiar
with realms
seldom observable
to step within the confines
of a construct not discernible
an abstract dimension
as far as the perspective
of man’s comprehension
not unlike the platform
for astral distension
you project yourself on a wall
that’s only half in existence
and like that
our axis is shifted
menes the pharaoh as mirage/bladez (pronounced: mirage of bladez)
sea/swordz (pronounced: sea of swordz)
prod. by nsone
verse 1: (mirage/bladez)
collage/gravez
mirage/bladez
no watered down waves
an oasis away
bodies decay
with no blood in my veins
i hope to say
one day
i be better than okay
not really though
my tomb on display
for all of you
room at the gate
waiting for a moment of peace
to hate
my teeth scratch the plate
an open map
with brain tissue debates
debauchery
a debacle of delays
the oracle
some would say
the owl wolf howls
it’s never safe
hatchet handz
and basket grams
noose you twice
to see
if you really hang
loop you real nice
to the breaks
see if you really slam
my land’s magic
the golden sands be grafted
too much for the eyes and ears
bastard
swaying from the rafters
verse 2: (sea/swordz)
pardon me
i had to pull the string
on a volcano first
inflate menes’ blood pressure
so his veins would burst
anger lurks beneath
blasts
like mass murders of crows
when they emerge from trees
scrolls are immersed in ink
it only took minutes
when menes went in search of beats
one arrived
from one of the other side
of earth’s elite
we never settle
for no mediocre sorcery
this spell’s
from where the deadliest
of creatures in the world convene
magic so dark
it’s powered by a moon
that can’t be visualized
unless it’s being viewed
by the most worthiest
of wizards’ eyes
one must be familiar
with realms
seldom observable
to step within the confines
of a construct not discernible
an abstract dimension
as far as the perspective
of man’s comprehension
not unlike the platform
for astral distension
you project yourself on a wall
that’s only half in existence
and like that
our axis is shifted
Saturday, February 4, 2017
adorabledegradation(prod. by 7th galaxy)
written and performed by stranded
prod. by 7th galaxy
a brief return
to methods of old
the peace incurred
never gets old
contrarily
in each instance
it manifests on its own
develops and grows
embryonic gelatin
bones
of which
blood/tissue/flesh
will enclose
once it is whole
it provides
but it arrives
just as it goes
focus less
on what slipped your eyes
more on what you were shown
invasive surgical
observational
bird's eye view
hovering above
the inner workings
of something
you'll never learn to do
immersed in truth
i drown
and do so happily
for when
such a thing is happening
i surrender to its gravity
but i don't die too often
i dwell in THIS reality
surrounded
by peoples' thoughts
and the hell
that they're imagining
i let go of the car door
wiley wiggins
rising within an artform
my own thoughts form
reclaiming the territory
on which
these humans' hell
before me
was brought forth
addition by subtraction
an instant transmission
transaction
i disappear here
and reappear in satisfaction
the comfort found
in the mere act of my absence
a sight
that tear gas couldn't blacken
for i fight
the type to steer
into the path of the kraken
standing on the mast
peering past the distraction
this massive creature
regarded in such a way
it's just in the way
for where i plan to travel
is where i'm GOING to be
my journey is under way
it can be a needle
in a bunch of hay
to me
it's another day
because i will not be kept
from the tug
of the coming place
at times
i am drawn away
my trip
all but erased
but it's not from a lack of effort
or a lack of love's embrace
it's life
how things
placed before us
behave
valleys and peaks
i prefer to climb mountains
that are out of my reach
and backstroke
on the valleys beneath
how could this be
the answer
can be found in this beat
grab a phone
and rabbit hole
out of this sleep
the escape velocity
required
is a conscious desire
and concentration
that leaves marks
like stria
when the thoughts are fired
the impact of which
oxygen
when concentrated
offers to fire
high explosives
like when lost
is just starting to focus
overdosing on knowledge
to move with photonic motion
in my small sky
i've watched the light
sibling stars shine
just go dim
their silence
is a crime
that's gone unpunished
for such a long time
it's hopeless
but i hold out
for the slight chance
that y'all might
get to know them
emcees
i've had the pleasure
to feed microphones with
but went off the grid
on some 'leave me alone' shit
the winds of change blow
eroding the same
withered
it's washed away
in the wake of the falling rain
the death of normal
the evolution of strange
nothing ordinary remains
it just decays
the winds of change blow
eroding the same
withered
it's washed away
in the wake of the falling rain
the death of normal
the evolution of strange
nothing ordinary remains
there's no such thing
prod. by 7th galaxy
a brief return
to methods of old
the peace incurred
never gets old
contrarily
in each instance
it manifests on its own
develops and grows
embryonic gelatin
bones
of which
blood/tissue/flesh
will enclose
once it is whole
it provides
but it arrives
just as it goes
focus less
on what slipped your eyes
more on what you were shown
invasive surgical
observational
bird's eye view
hovering above
the inner workings
of something
you'll never learn to do
immersed in truth
i drown
and do so happily
for when
such a thing is happening
i surrender to its gravity
but i don't die too often
i dwell in THIS reality
surrounded
by peoples' thoughts
and the hell
that they're imagining
i let go of the car door
wiley wiggins
rising within an artform
my own thoughts form
reclaiming the territory
on which
these humans' hell
before me
was brought forth
addition by subtraction
an instant transmission
transaction
i disappear here
and reappear in satisfaction
the comfort found
in the mere act of my absence
a sight
that tear gas couldn't blacken
for i fight
the type to steer
into the path of the kraken
standing on the mast
peering past the distraction
this massive creature
regarded in such a way
it's just in the way
for where i plan to travel
is where i'm GOING to be
my journey is under way
it can be a needle
in a bunch of hay
to me
it's another day
because i will not be kept
from the tug
of the coming place
at times
i am drawn away
my trip
all but erased
but it's not from a lack of effort
or a lack of love's embrace
it's life
how things
placed before us
behave
valleys and peaks
i prefer to climb mountains
that are out of my reach
and backstroke
on the valleys beneath
how could this be
the answer
can be found in this beat
grab a phone
and rabbit hole
out of this sleep
the escape velocity
required
is a conscious desire
and concentration
that leaves marks
like stria
when the thoughts are fired
the impact of which
oxygen
when concentrated
offers to fire
high explosives
like when lost
is just starting to focus
overdosing on knowledge
to move with photonic motion
in my small sky
i've watched the light
sibling stars shine
just go dim
their silence
is a crime
that's gone unpunished
for such a long time
it's hopeless
but i hold out
for the slight chance
that y'all might
get to know them
emcees
i've had the pleasure
to feed microphones with
but went off the grid
on some 'leave me alone' shit
the winds of change blow
eroding the same
withered
it's washed away
in the wake of the falling rain
the death of normal
the evolution of strange
nothing ordinary remains
it just decays
the winds of change blow
eroding the same
withered
it's washed away
in the wake of the falling rain
the death of normal
the evolution of strange
nothing ordinary remains
there's no such thing
Friday, January 27, 2017
spiritorphanz(prod. by wakizashi jabberwockyz)
written and performed by: (in order of appearance)
7 arm'd labyrinth
sea/swordz
prod. by wakizashi jabberwockyz (anübis dōhji & 7 arm'd labyrinth)
verse 1: (7 arm'd labyrinth)
cosmic babble
demons in the lunar house
ask a ferret
with one working tentacle
a favor
for some hyper juice
he said
‘i only use him for his music
i don’t even like the dude’
neverending cycle
labyrinth headed peasant icing you
dag
i can’t afford no daggers
i stab with icicles
and rap with veteran status
labyrinth menacing writing
cyphin’
crash your house gathering
like ‘who the fuck invited you?’
ignoring logic
commune with demons often
‘cause i’m psychic
super heightened senses
i can use
lunar legend
drink anything
and act completely normal
unless it’s 211s
i can act real irresponsible
then lecture you in seconds
cognitive dissonant
conceptual
depressing truth
accept it
remember that real impressive sentence
i just said to you
forget it zhu
i take too much of this medicine
and wreck my human vessel dude
but what’s a human vessel
to the next life
i’m bored of this
and know all the childish riddles
in this orphanage
i’m dusted
verse 2: (sea/swordz)
...this songs’ a product
of lightless aphotic ghoulishness
applied illogic
that conjured constant night
where only moons exist
i summoned demonic lunatics
to augment what the future is
a world far more conducive
to an amaterasu nucleus
this fog’s made up of
independent squads of pseudonyms
skulls are thousand petal lotus gardens
that too many blossoms bloom within
people concern themselves
too much
with the costume they’re in
i’m more concerned
myself
with the creature behind the human skin
the incorrect
perspective-based
aberrant integration
the sophisticated knot
of intangible matter
blazing
hyperdimensional
photon/shadow amalgamation
it’s been speculated
that our world
is derived from imagination
whether or not
such an unlikely presumption is true
it is something
that our minds
are certainly
powerful enough to do
so
i admonish you
to acknowledge
the true strength
that you possess
become an innerspace cadet
and venture into the maze of webs
the cellular structure
that comprises your soul
we’re orphanz
‘cause we’re so inside
that outside
we’re alone
7 arm'd labyrinth
sea/swordz
prod. by wakizashi jabberwockyz (anübis dōhji & 7 arm'd labyrinth)
verse 1: (7 arm'd labyrinth)
cosmic babble
demons in the lunar house
ask a ferret
with one working tentacle
a favor
for some hyper juice
he said
‘i only use him for his music
i don’t even like the dude’
neverending cycle
labyrinth headed peasant icing you
dag
i can’t afford no daggers
i stab with icicles
and rap with veteran status
labyrinth menacing writing
cyphin’
crash your house gathering
like ‘who the fuck invited you?’
ignoring logic
commune with demons often
‘cause i’m psychic
super heightened senses
i can use
lunar legend
drink anything
and act completely normal
unless it’s 211s
i can act real irresponsible
then lecture you in seconds
cognitive dissonant
conceptual
depressing truth
accept it
remember that real impressive sentence
i just said to you
forget it zhu
i take too much of this medicine
and wreck my human vessel dude
but what’s a human vessel
to the next life
i’m bored of this
and know all the childish riddles
in this orphanage
i’m dusted
verse 2: (sea/swordz)
...this songs’ a product
of lightless aphotic ghoulishness
applied illogic
that conjured constant night
where only moons exist
i summoned demonic lunatics
to augment what the future is
a world far more conducive
to an amaterasu nucleus
this fog’s made up of
independent squads of pseudonyms
skulls are thousand petal lotus gardens
that too many blossoms bloom within
people concern themselves
too much
with the costume they’re in
i’m more concerned
myself
with the creature behind the human skin
the incorrect
perspective-based
aberrant integration
the sophisticated knot
of intangible matter
blazing
hyperdimensional
photon/shadow amalgamation
it’s been speculated
that our world
is derived from imagination
whether or not
such an unlikely presumption is true
it is something
that our minds
are certainly
powerful enough to do
so
i admonish you
to acknowledge
the true strength
that you possess
become an innerspace cadet
and venture into the maze of webs
the cellular structure
that comprises your soul
we’re orphanz
‘cause we’re so inside
that outside
we’re alone
Friday, December 16, 2016
abknormalkninja(prod. by 7 arm'd labyrinth)
written and performed by sea/swordz (pronounced: sea of swordz)
prod. by 7 arm'd labyrinth
he runs amok
on a planet
all alone
there are so few conscious souls
he’s not sure
if they’re real
or leaves on a plant
in a pot
that he’s grown
stranded within a world
without a mind of its own
he can barely hear himself think
over the hum
harmonized by the drones
interference breeds tumult
where rogue consciousness roams
defiance alone
cuts an opening
in the stifling moan
contriving a cone of silence
despite the cries that oppose
a swan’s grace
the calm space inside a cyclone
the oddly tranquil paradise
that a storm’s sight knows
serenity
compelled
by a wellspring of aphotic energy
the stemming peace impales
the chain mail that envelops enmity
i simply vibrate out of phase
with nearby enemies
gently oscillating away
with atomic splintering
shadows loom over panda street
a wakizashi snowstorm
while
in an alternate cold
swordz
is haunted by sonic ghost swarms
as far as the development
on the evolutionary chart
that goes on
despite my level
i’m millenniums of light
from my adult form
hyperspace expansion
an [im/ex]plosive cross-breed
a world
entirely comprised of paradoxes
that move at pause speed
the balance essential
to suspend you in flying sauce beams
sitting still in the sky
like a nikon’s offspring
toxic noodlez
darkness flame
my jagan pupil flashes
having a dragon on your arm
is useful
with swords for fangs
it will never lack the jaws
to chew you
it splashes
at whatever lacks my staunch approval
as the wave crashes
you’re also stabbed by a mirage
cthulu
somewhere on earth
a red planet depicts
a collage of funerals
the blur that tends to accompany
beauty’s profundity
filters out those
who don’t appreciate subtlety
hero in villain clothes
zero pose
i dress comfortably
cloaked predator
slash
sky leopard
hybrid
i hunt for beats
lurking with kaiju
a hundred deep
i am not an earthling
a portal explodes above your world
i’m inside it
circling
a spiraling shadow with absurd wings
it’s like teleporting through fountains
neitherland travel sorcery
a forest of clouds
chain reaction
plagued by the trappings
of obscure links
pleasantly distracted
but that’s how sea/swordz thinks
magic
he inhabits so many labyrinths
when he learns things
crashing
into other people’s planets
like meteors
bing!!!
planetary crust erupts
like when saiyans knuckle up
he’s a beast
this beat bangs
like the tailpipe on uncle buck
rinth went off
after kids saw him
sniffing that 404 coke
and philosopher chin palm stroked
until his jaw broke
like darth vader
hitting you with a dark sabre combo
in a galaxy
far
far away
he concentrates til y’all choke
psionic vacuum
vortex of aphotic stab wounds
somewhere on a silk road
flowerz! undergoes his last bloom
prod. by 7 arm'd labyrinth
he runs amok
on a planet
all alone
there are so few conscious souls
he’s not sure
if they’re real
or leaves on a plant
in a pot
that he’s grown
stranded within a world
without a mind of its own
he can barely hear himself think
over the hum
harmonized by the drones
interference breeds tumult
where rogue consciousness roams
defiance alone
cuts an opening
in the stifling moan
contriving a cone of silence
despite the cries that oppose
a swan’s grace
the calm space inside a cyclone
the oddly tranquil paradise
that a storm’s sight knows
serenity
compelled
by a wellspring of aphotic energy
the stemming peace impales
the chain mail that envelops enmity
i simply vibrate out of phase
with nearby enemies
gently oscillating away
with atomic splintering
shadows loom over panda street
a wakizashi snowstorm
while
in an alternate cold
swordz
is haunted by sonic ghost swarms
as far as the development
on the evolutionary chart
that goes on
despite my level
i’m millenniums of light
from my adult form
hyperspace expansion
an [im/ex]plosive cross-breed
a world
entirely comprised of paradoxes
that move at pause speed
the balance essential
to suspend you in flying sauce beams
sitting still in the sky
like a nikon’s offspring
toxic noodlez
darkness flame
my jagan pupil flashes
having a dragon on your arm
is useful
with swords for fangs
it will never lack the jaws
to chew you
it splashes
at whatever lacks my staunch approval
as the wave crashes
you’re also stabbed by a mirage
cthulu
somewhere on earth
a red planet depicts
a collage of funerals
the blur that tends to accompany
beauty’s profundity
filters out those
who don’t appreciate subtlety
hero in villain clothes
zero pose
i dress comfortably
cloaked predator
slash
sky leopard
hybrid
i hunt for beats
lurking with kaiju
a hundred deep
i am not an earthling
a portal explodes above your world
i’m inside it
circling
a spiraling shadow with absurd wings
it’s like teleporting through fountains
neitherland travel sorcery
a forest of clouds
chain reaction
plagued by the trappings
of obscure links
pleasantly distracted
but that’s how sea/swordz thinks
magic
he inhabits so many labyrinths
when he learns things
crashing
into other people’s planets
like meteors
bing!!!
planetary crust erupts
like when saiyans knuckle up
he’s a beast
this beat bangs
like the tailpipe on uncle buck
rinth went off
after kids saw him
sniffing that 404 coke
and philosopher chin palm stroked
until his jaw broke
like darth vader
hitting you with a dark sabre combo
in a galaxy
far
far away
he concentrates til y’all choke
psionic vacuum
vortex of aphotic stab wounds
somewhere on a silk road
flowerz! undergoes his last bloom
Sunday, October 30, 2016
musashimoonbabble(prod. by wakizashi jabberwockyz)
written and performed by: (in order of appearance)
menes the pharaoh
psionic paul
sea/swordz
prod. by wakizashi jabberwockyz (anübis dōhji & 7 arm'd labyrinth)
verse 1: (menes the pharaoh)
cutting up tracks
like a broken wakazashi
never sloppy
off the top
like opium poppies
monsters of the pond kid
with the jabberwockyz
archaic prototypes
wander the mojave
arachnid wolf spider
chases you under moonlight
and bites into your shadow
strictly to consume light
broken gauntlets
rare form of a pathogen
airborne nucleus
attacking your brainstems
aesemon the executioner
sever heads for no price
its weight in blood
will suffice
and sacrifice
hang ‘em high
so the wind taste their sorrows
bringing no tomorrows
whenever in the hollows
stepping to the function
like musashi on the bridge
and breaking all your ribs
with one kick
and a molten fist
making wooded swords
out of wooden paddles
prepare for battle
like i’m shaking death’s rattle
snake versus crane
cause hysteria
impairing ya
no sparring partner ever survived
no sparing ya
verse 2: (psionic paul)
my mental stays altered kid
my thoughts is disturbing
spaced out author
talking in circles
thoughts is a blur
i thought i was certain he’s raw
but i heard he’s awkward in person
psionic paul IS studentz
just an alternate version
and my crew is like a gang
of schizophrenic heathens rapping
and he been acting odd as fuck
in ciphers
eating acid
alas
studentz sniffing dust
the lifestyle rugged
overdose
then leave the hospital
chewing shrooms
like it’s nothing
he’s confused
cartoon nurses treat his wounds
he starts babbling ‘bout reptar
every time he sees the moon
slang ragged
act like i’m still a kid
the way i dress and walk is mega grimy
looking ill as shit
an emcee’s voice gets shaky
if they’re ever put against us
baggy champion hoodie
spit
and lash psychotic wind gusts
amnesia in the cipher
dun
i barely even started yet
psionic paul
the villain
writing
like his fucking arm’s possessed
verse 3: (sea/swordz)
my eyes are slinkies
walking steps
i’m swamp possessed
wandering a pond
where monsters rest
with a mind of altered consciousness
swords protrude
like poison
that sasori’s puppet’s pores would ooze
use little forks for food
the kind of stuff
that rugged orphans do
a spaceship stowaway
i didn’t ask permission
i just snuck in through the lower bay
headed for the bridge
to commandeer the ship
and float away
wane
like a reflection
when a mirror disassociates
disappearing like a ghost in space
spectral dissipation
dialectic innovation
our rhymes extend our lives
like we’re in cryogenic incubation
on the horizon
could there be a metamorphosis
owlwolf
lurking in specific moon coordinates
could he visit soon
manifest from this cocoon
torn to bits
perched upon a cloaked
amaterasu cloud forest limb
only time will tell
if i compelled him to transform again
and if when he arrives
he has musashi cloud tree swords with him
menes the pharaoh
psionic paul
sea/swordz
prod. by wakizashi jabberwockyz (anübis dōhji & 7 arm'd labyrinth)
verse 1: (menes the pharaoh)
cutting up tracks
like a broken wakazashi
never sloppy
off the top
like opium poppies
monsters of the pond kid
with the jabberwockyz
archaic prototypes
wander the mojave
arachnid wolf spider
chases you under moonlight
and bites into your shadow
strictly to consume light
broken gauntlets
rare form of a pathogen
airborne nucleus
attacking your brainstems
aesemon the executioner
sever heads for no price
its weight in blood
will suffice
and sacrifice
hang ‘em high
so the wind taste their sorrows
bringing no tomorrows
whenever in the hollows
stepping to the function
like musashi on the bridge
and breaking all your ribs
with one kick
and a molten fist
making wooded swords
out of wooden paddles
prepare for battle
like i’m shaking death’s rattle
snake versus crane
cause hysteria
impairing ya
no sparring partner ever survived
no sparing ya
verse 2: (psionic paul)
my mental stays altered kid
my thoughts is disturbing
spaced out author
talking in circles
thoughts is a blur
i thought i was certain he’s raw
but i heard he’s awkward in person
psionic paul IS studentz
just an alternate version
and my crew is like a gang
of schizophrenic heathens rapping
and he been acting odd as fuck
in ciphers
eating acid
alas
studentz sniffing dust
the lifestyle rugged
overdose
then leave the hospital
chewing shrooms
like it’s nothing
he’s confused
cartoon nurses treat his wounds
he starts babbling ‘bout reptar
every time he sees the moon
slang ragged
act like i’m still a kid
the way i dress and walk is mega grimy
looking ill as shit
an emcee’s voice gets shaky
if they’re ever put against us
baggy champion hoodie
spit
and lash psychotic wind gusts
amnesia in the cipher
dun
i barely even started yet
psionic paul
the villain
writing
like his fucking arm’s possessed
verse 3: (sea/swordz)
my eyes are slinkies
walking steps
i’m swamp possessed
wandering a pond
where monsters rest
with a mind of altered consciousness
swords protrude
like poison
that sasori’s puppet’s pores would ooze
use little forks for food
the kind of stuff
that rugged orphans do
a spaceship stowaway
i didn’t ask permission
i just snuck in through the lower bay
headed for the bridge
to commandeer the ship
and float away
wane
like a reflection
when a mirror disassociates
disappearing like a ghost in space
spectral dissipation
dialectic innovation
our rhymes extend our lives
like we’re in cryogenic incubation
on the horizon
could there be a metamorphosis
owlwolf
lurking in specific moon coordinates
could he visit soon
manifest from this cocoon
torn to bits
perched upon a cloaked
amaterasu cloud forest limb
only time will tell
if i compelled him to transform again
and if when he arrives
he has musashi cloud tree swords with him
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
crimsondeathglow(prod. by 7th galaxy)
written and performed by (in order of appearance):
wisdm - stranded
prod. by 7th galaxy
wisdm/7th galaxy
+
stranded
=
cosmo/knot
verse 1: (wisdm)
we burn heavily
steadily transfer energy
entities sentient
sending me melodies
destiny bleeds
seen silence for a moment
comatose frozen
floating open eyed
tide absorb the moment
still moping
hoping for explosion
kaboom
shroom medicated vacuum
illuminated orbs
disappear as they pass you
past view
time travel back to the last view
paradox
same socks
different color
still love her
mary stay smooth like silk cover
who hover higher than the moon
no wonder
cloud disappear
kid thunder
leaf blade runner
feel my kunai puncture
desert vultures
devour culture
cultivating death in numbers
street magic blunted
watch the world blaze asunder
vigilante strike at night
take out the gunner
one goon
to the right
heard his heart stutter
last words
who the hell are you
as he hit the gutter
life in the jungle
stay humble
for the moment
contained rage
like cage
’til walls end up broken
verse 2: (stranded)
the atmosphere collapses
like you’re imagining things
the sky falls
calmly strangling
the planet it rings
the emergence of dense fog
feathers that don’t detach from their wings
some creatures fly
despite the absence of strength
more power is absorbed
through wounds
formed by my fangs
frogs for ice cubes
my eyes swirl as i drink
my mind tuned
to the sound of worlds of swords
as they clang
war between multiversal star systems
orbits my brain
the plethora within
pretend
disorients things
teleports me
to a more phantasmagorical plane
i vanish
like sugar tossed in the rain
gone
but not all the way
it’s all frequency
i just alter my waves
before you attempt to trespass
ponder your fate
be cautious
my enforcers
use flying saucers as graves
the coffins launched in their wake
at the very least
threaten stars’ quantitive place
in regard to what there’s more of in space
but by all means
resume your transgression
if your confidence gapes
don’t let me dissuade you
from your cosmic mistake
your permanent extra-earth projectile state
lifeless bodies drifting off into space
just debris
in a field of light
poking in through the dark
swimmers don’t give menus to sharks
they just get ripped apart
so consider the consequences
before venturing off
be careful what pebbles you choose
to ripple your pond
peace to the seventh series of sparks
your music’s near to my heart
evolution
the use of mirrors evolves
magnetic electrocution
there’s an intimate bond
a mutation
rare genetics
engineered to respond
wisdm - stranded
prod. by 7th galaxy
wisdm/7th galaxy
+
stranded
=
cosmo/knot
verse 1: (wisdm)
we burn heavily
steadily transfer energy
entities sentient
sending me melodies
destiny bleeds
seen silence for a moment
comatose frozen
floating open eyed
tide absorb the moment
still moping
hoping for explosion
kaboom
shroom medicated vacuum
illuminated orbs
disappear as they pass you
past view
time travel back to the last view
paradox
same socks
different color
still love her
mary stay smooth like silk cover
who hover higher than the moon
no wonder
cloud disappear
kid thunder
leaf blade runner
feel my kunai puncture
desert vultures
devour culture
cultivating death in numbers
street magic blunted
watch the world blaze asunder
vigilante strike at night
take out the gunner
one goon
to the right
heard his heart stutter
last words
who the hell are you
as he hit the gutter
life in the jungle
stay humble
for the moment
contained rage
like cage
’til walls end up broken
verse 2: (stranded)
the atmosphere collapses
like you’re imagining things
the sky falls
calmly strangling
the planet it rings
the emergence of dense fog
feathers that don’t detach from their wings
some creatures fly
despite the absence of strength
more power is absorbed
through wounds
formed by my fangs
frogs for ice cubes
my eyes swirl as i drink
my mind tuned
to the sound of worlds of swords
as they clang
war between multiversal star systems
orbits my brain
the plethora within
pretend
disorients things
teleports me
to a more phantasmagorical plane
i vanish
like sugar tossed in the rain
gone
but not all the way
it’s all frequency
i just alter my waves
before you attempt to trespass
ponder your fate
be cautious
my enforcers
use flying saucers as graves
the coffins launched in their wake
at the very least
threaten stars’ quantitive place
in regard to what there’s more of in space
but by all means
resume your transgression
if your confidence gapes
don’t let me dissuade you
from your cosmic mistake
your permanent extra-earth projectile state
lifeless bodies drifting off into space
just debris
in a field of light
poking in through the dark
swimmers don’t give menus to sharks
they just get ripped apart
so consider the consequences
before venturing off
be careful what pebbles you choose
to ripple your pond
peace to the seventh series of sparks
your music’s near to my heart
evolution
the use of mirrors evolves
magnetic electrocution
there’s an intimate bond
a mutation
rare genetics
engineered to respond
Friday, July 1, 2016
falseminoshiro(prod. by 7 arm'd labyrinth
written and performed by: (in order of appearance)
7 arm'd labyrinth
sea/swordz(pronounced sea of swordz)
prod. by 7 arm'd labyrinth
verse 1: (7 arm’d labyrinth)
an entire society
based around the use
of telekinesis
its runners fragmented the history
into a series of secrets
and manipulated the citizens’ memories
as if to protect them
but their imperfect technology
left uncovered scripts in question
certain members caught glimpses
and left their homes
for knowledge
their thirst will never be quenched
by the false minoshiro prophets
since before he finished
his luminous lecture on what had happened
a monk came and killed it
claiming it to be distraction
didn’t i have a sibling in the past
aren’t our peers just disappearing rapid
they dismiss it when i ask
but the notion of my sister
eats at me
and plagues my dreams kid
to make her face
i cut up ‘zines
and rearrange the pieces
see
i’ve changed
my mental states can no longer be explained
shun morphed into a karmic demon’s vault
and that’s where he remains
the dusted orphan
all my thoughts
i know they seem deranged
a lonely voyage kept and gone
to swim amidst a sea of blades
verse 2: (sea/swordz)
lost in a void
i spiral
in a blind kaleidoscopic rage
further and further
from where i belong
by catapulting concentric waves
i feel like i’m comprised
of mad debris
like saturn’s rings are made
a collection of tiny fragments
with no idea of what the pieces made
my origins forgotten
the orbit reminding me of pain
the knowledge of what i was before
gone
to never be reclaimed
left suspended
in constant exhibition
of utter misery
metaphysically distraught
a composite of muddled energy
i try to sort it out
but it’s hard
when your aura’s indigo
it’s like trying to separate
a thousand knotted strings
that are all identical
so i trek inside
ignoring all outside
the world i recognize
if i was manga
my eyes would be swirls
i’m often mesmerized
seeing things
that only make their way
into MY irises
routinely snatched away
by the gravitation of aphotic rifts
plagued by odd events
throughout my life
what are they supposed to mean
profound relationships
with characters
who only roam my dreams
i wake
and it’s as if they died
i don’t know if we’ll ever meet again
washed away
by a ringing chime
that TEARS me from r e and m
belied
as soon as i unclinch my eyes
society begins
and i freely go to prison
in exchange
to know what freedom is
my life spent
in a portable cell
weeks on end
at most
i have a couple days
before the cycle
must repeat again
even if it’s only for moments
in proportion
i’m appreciative
a better tomorrow
today
is a small price
to be content
7 arm'd labyrinth
sea/swordz(pronounced sea of swordz)
prod. by 7 arm'd labyrinth
verse 1: (7 arm’d labyrinth)
an entire society
based around the use
of telekinesis
its runners fragmented the history
into a series of secrets
and manipulated the citizens’ memories
as if to protect them
but their imperfect technology
left uncovered scripts in question
certain members caught glimpses
and left their homes
for knowledge
their thirst will never be quenched
by the false minoshiro prophets
since before he finished
his luminous lecture on what had happened
a monk came and killed it
claiming it to be distraction
didn’t i have a sibling in the past
aren’t our peers just disappearing rapid
they dismiss it when i ask
but the notion of my sister
eats at me
and plagues my dreams kid
to make her face
i cut up ‘zines
and rearrange the pieces
see
i’ve changed
my mental states can no longer be explained
shun morphed into a karmic demon’s vault
and that’s where he remains
the dusted orphan
all my thoughts
i know they seem deranged
a lonely voyage kept and gone
to swim amidst a sea of blades
verse 2: (sea/swordz)
lost in a void
i spiral
in a blind kaleidoscopic rage
further and further
from where i belong
by catapulting concentric waves
i feel like i’m comprised
of mad debris
like saturn’s rings are made
a collection of tiny fragments
with no idea of what the pieces made
my origins forgotten
the orbit reminding me of pain
the knowledge of what i was before
gone
to never be reclaimed
left suspended
in constant exhibition
of utter misery
metaphysically distraught
a composite of muddled energy
i try to sort it out
but it’s hard
when your aura’s indigo
it’s like trying to separate
a thousand knotted strings
that are all identical
so i trek inside
ignoring all outside
the world i recognize
if i was manga
my eyes would be swirls
i’m often mesmerized
seeing things
that only make their way
into MY irises
routinely snatched away
by the gravitation of aphotic rifts
plagued by odd events
throughout my life
what are they supposed to mean
profound relationships
with characters
who only roam my dreams
i wake
and it’s as if they died
i don’t know if we’ll ever meet again
washed away
by a ringing chime
that TEARS me from r e and m
belied
as soon as i unclinch my eyes
society begins
and i freely go to prison
in exchange
to know what freedom is
my life spent
in a portable cell
weeks on end
at most
i have a couple days
before the cycle
must repeat again
even if it’s only for moments
in proportion
i’m appreciative
a better tomorrow
today
is a small price
to be content
Sunday, June 19, 2016
transcensionripples(prod. by le masque de fer)
written and performed by stranded
prod. by le masque de fer
transcensionripples
a cyborg consults
with a primordial ghost
hovering above an iceberg
afloat
while the earth explodes
the planet breaking
as a swarm of locusts
channels hatred
look
off the sword coast
a tsunami’s waving
say hello to the conclusion
of your pathetic lives
the only way forward
is if humans are anesthetized
but i mean that in reference
to my insensitivity
to the gamut of pain
that they will experience
when they die
and may they suffer
as they fade into forgottenness
the moment marked
by a planet
mid-blast
as a monolith
such senseless existence
has been permitted
for too long
but this particular instance
can be made right
with two wrongs
the shadows teeming with life
when this light evaporates
these two go together
like the theme
sagal and applegate
if you don’t know
just trust
that when i speak such things
they’re accurate
deathblow
with every word i thrust
you see my blades assassinate
parental advisory
violence steeped in bloodshed
it’s like sasori’s/puppetz
with a duffle squeezing cut heads
i got the sort of mind
that’s question mark porcupine
my neural current’s high
countless tiny torches shine
any shred of sanity
i may possess
is borderline
my brain’s aura’s a flame
ablaze
on an oscura spine
a dark creature
with stark features
that polarize
like what you see
in the evening
when you gaze up
at a rural sky
living with humans
could not be more despised
i hate society
the false foundation of a world designed
to destroy imaginations
mass indigo auracide
they try to suppress
the truth inside
the blue and violet orbit
suicidal orphans
who want to kill themselves
because they find themselves surrounded
by such stupid mindless corpses
however
despite the pain
evolution’s quite absorbent
insights
profound
like images
that bloom inside of orchids
still
at best
any solution tied
to [who am i?]’s distorted
i can’t quite pin down
the roots from which
i grew to this importance
subtleties abound
this book i live’s
a pseudonymous forest
i blossom on a loop
like my cocoon just keeps reforming
we’re surrounded by pollution
disillusionments assorted
an atmosphere so gruesome
there’s no euphemism for it
most are so used to it
they’re torpid
while it’s prudent
that we address
the senescence of our future
they ignore it
it’s baffling
how foolish
people effortlessly are
the brain’s capacity
and use
the deficit is large
we’re roughly 93 million miles away
connected to a star
meanwhile
there’s no such thing as magic
accept a deck of cards
you fucking imbeciles
fully fill me with rage
my imagination’s body count
couldn’t fit into graves
so many souls to ferry
that in the initial days
with the weight on the styx river
it would’ve been displaced
the whole passage evaporated
dry as a pharaoh’s bones
so much so
that they’d need more
than reintroducing wolves to yellowstone
even the best of intentions
could pave
the most hellish of roads
because
despite what they are
intentions
aren’t parallel to results
prod. by le masque de fer
transcensionripples
a cyborg consults
with a primordial ghost
hovering above an iceberg
afloat
while the earth explodes
the planet breaking
as a swarm of locusts
channels hatred
look
off the sword coast
a tsunami’s waving
say hello to the conclusion
of your pathetic lives
the only way forward
is if humans are anesthetized
but i mean that in reference
to my insensitivity
to the gamut of pain
that they will experience
when they die
and may they suffer
as they fade into forgottenness
the moment marked
by a planet
mid-blast
as a monolith
such senseless existence
has been permitted
for too long
but this particular instance
can be made right
with two wrongs
the shadows teeming with life
when this light evaporates
these two go together
like the theme
sagal and applegate
if you don’t know
just trust
that when i speak such things
they’re accurate
deathblow
with every word i thrust
you see my blades assassinate
parental advisory
violence steeped in bloodshed
it’s like sasori’s/puppetz
with a duffle squeezing cut heads
i got the sort of mind
that’s question mark porcupine
my neural current’s high
countless tiny torches shine
any shred of sanity
i may possess
is borderline
my brain’s aura’s a flame
ablaze
on an oscura spine
a dark creature
with stark features
that polarize
like what you see
in the evening
when you gaze up
at a rural sky
living with humans
could not be more despised
i hate society
the false foundation of a world designed
to destroy imaginations
mass indigo auracide
they try to suppress
the truth inside
the blue and violet orbit
suicidal orphans
who want to kill themselves
because they find themselves surrounded
by such stupid mindless corpses
however
despite the pain
evolution’s quite absorbent
insights
profound
like images
that bloom inside of orchids
still
at best
any solution tied
to [who am i?]’s distorted
i can’t quite pin down
the roots from which
i grew to this importance
subtleties abound
this book i live’s
a pseudonymous forest
i blossom on a loop
like my cocoon just keeps reforming
we’re surrounded by pollution
disillusionments assorted
an atmosphere so gruesome
there’s no euphemism for it
most are so used to it
they’re torpid
while it’s prudent
that we address
the senescence of our future
they ignore it
it’s baffling
how foolish
people effortlessly are
the brain’s capacity
and use
the deficit is large
we’re roughly 93 million miles away
connected to a star
meanwhile
there’s no such thing as magic
accept a deck of cards
you fucking imbeciles
fully fill me with rage
my imagination’s body count
couldn’t fit into graves
so many souls to ferry
that in the initial days
with the weight on the styx river
it would’ve been displaced
the whole passage evaporated
dry as a pharaoh’s bones
so much so
that they’d need more
than reintroducing wolves to yellowstone
even the best of intentions
could pave
the most hellish of roads
because
despite what they are
intentions
aren’t parallel to results
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
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
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
Friday, April 1, 2016
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
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
Sunday, February 28, 2016
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
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
Sunday, February 21, 2016
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
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
Thursday, February 18, 2016
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
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
Monday, January 25, 2016
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
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
Friday, January 15, 2016
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
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
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
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
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
Friday, October 23, 2015
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
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
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
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
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
Monday, March 30, 2015
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
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
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
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
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
Sunday, December 14, 2014
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
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
Sunday, September 21, 2014
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
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
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
Sunday, June 15, 2014
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
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
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