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vilification, sensitive angels, simple equation
for ruling a nation - privilege, patience, business acquaintances
move or stagnation. be the victim or run
tacit or numb. feel claustrophobic while i'm collapsing your lungs
verified. there's no comparison. like berries and plums
antisocial. Erikson's epigenetic disjunct
buried amongst forget-me-nots and apes to the slaughter
beat Luciferian drums like @Genocide will play for his daughter
freedom to prosper, lead the composer, music is God
insert 60's lyric here as an indulgent homage
40 ounces, basement parties, puke in garages
translucent collages. this bowl is wet. we knew to be cautious
truly dishonest. i've cheated every time that we played
it's a sign of the times, sign of the culture, sign of the change
sign of my undeveloped egoist compulsive restraint
there's a dissonance that hits me when i'm boarding the train
rode to the lake. threw a stone at the water
lonely marauder. Self complexities divided to conquer
iAm the monster. homicide. altogether Doctor Hyde
rape concubines to compensate for middle school. the ostracized
philosophize, yeah fucking right. it's basic analysis
placed into passages. diamonds at the feet of a basilisk.
self-awareness is a curse that adolescence prescribed
focus on the Everybody. less on the I.






- BLACK

da da deep

first glance at title I thought they were train tracks.
me likey

yaaaaaaaaaaay

they might be...

couldn't get into this.

had a dull boy ring to it. almost wanted to say what evis said, but I rode through it. Dope.

i was entertained. this is like a deadman branded s&f. didn't go deep into concepts but had more imagery in those lines then most do in twice the amount. collapsing your lung line seemed a bit cliche, especially that close to the beginning of the verse, but that's the only thing that stood out to me. different sorta drop but i was diggin in

I liked all of this. It was different. There was splashes of wise sprinkled through out. From antisocial on was wild fire. Not sure I get the Erikson ref but I kinda get the point lol.. The end was that dope shit. If you don't like this you're a closed minded lame face. If don't like this you have a very short pepe. If you don't like this then I could ice pick your ear canal rather easily.

Fav part:

freedom to prosper, lead the composer, music is God
insert 60's lyric here as an indulgent homage
40 ounces, basement parties, puke in garages

^ MONEY

pm me sumthin to spit on

Why not?

ha. this was different man. ur skill as a writer is off the charts, always able to word things and paint pictures incredibly and effortlessly smooth. dope. it was different to see you be a bit more aggressive, a little less sad and a little lesss giving of a fuck. even the lack of punctuation showed that, like u quickly wrote this (which i think u did) as apposed to most of ur shit which is crazy polished and looks like it took some serious time and thought. this one seemed more from the heart and just getting it off ur chest, i dug that. wording was great as usual. flow obv, originality all sick man. add another to the list. good lil post buds

@dead man thanks for the feed

Lyrically I felt what you put into it but wasn't really enjoying the flow. Felt like a spiral of repetitious meaning slandered with chaos. Not a diss, just how I picture it. I really enjoyed pretty to the point, positive influence but a negative take on it; that's what I feel when I play it outloud.

Toward it picks up and get's me into the groove. But the beginning I felt didn't really belong. Nice work man, mind dropping my mic a peep? http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=51757