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Dingy
00:42
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Verdad (feat. Whirlynn and Rap Man Gavin)
Whirlynn:
Me gustaría saber la verdad
Snotnoze Saleem:
Differing accounts drenched in truth serum
My only alibi’s draped in a trenchcoat you can’t hear em
Reactionary courses I’m all about that action
Opposing factions clashing
Im an abstraction with no option of closed captioning
All that other shit’s just a distraction
George Jackson I got blood in my eyes, fractal lenses
Hate in my mind, shackled senses, that’s enough to surmise sacral tendencies
I use these rhymes as a remedy from everyday penalties that others seldom see
Tho lately they’ve been more of a dependency
Don’t really know here this road’s leading me but I got some ideas
Either Jannah or floating across the Red Sea towards Eritrea
Dyspeptic, tried using both sides of my mind but its asymmetric
Mismatched tectonic plates call dispatch I’ve relapsed on pneumonic plagues
Storming the Kaaba, I’m fluent in Kabbalah
All ima say is just holla when you finally find good use of that amygdala
All praises due to Allah and deepest gratitude
You been brooding all day yes love I love your fucking attitude
Round these parts we use a pseudonym for maneuvering it keeps the disillusion in
We kept the truth from him we thought we were soothing him
But in the end it only ended up ruining him
Rap Man Gavin:
Heritage complex my identity decimates off an eighth
Nasal spray ketamine, I watch the dust float at the base
Sliding, me and my dawg gliding like Finn and Jake
Heard that the methamphetamine kept the soldiers awake
War on drugs, still had to pop the sertraline to escape
Today they said its good to take a break, truth is I couldn’t relate
For your sake we could all fake, I prefer counting the aches
Fountain just a stage, I don’t like how the waters been arranged
Tolerance monstrous, to be honest my whole style just a dip into my unconscious
Charizard how I sit in the pocket with monsters
Choose your old life with the last wish
Greed guide a gutter rat to the last cheese
Godspeed, I need it, five years obsolete
My speech refined refreshed I repeat
Refined refreshed I’m finally fresh off of the meek
Speak softly, behind the stress there’s a need
Please believe in me I’m tryna trust my feet don’t find defeat
Fiery fleets mad as max on a broken street
You should scope these geeks they speak in the tongue of the beast
Beauty bash me baffled my the snakeskin
Rappers sound like salesmen I hate them, I’m playing man
But like y’all I’m saying the same thing
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M.C. Escher
01:34
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M.C. Escher
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Agitprop ft. TreDoes
03:34
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Agitprop (feat. TreDoes)
Snotnoze Saleem:
Not all propaganda is bad
Just take a gander at the agitprop I’m jotting with a pen and a pad
When I’m mad or in a sad mood, depending on preferences
To you it may look like some garbled run-on sentences
Subliminal messages in liminal spaces
Quizzical complexions on habitual basis
Verbiage turn of phrase, my lingo has got em shook
Astute semantic hook, notebook full of gobbledygook
On a hunt for connotation, in pursuit of explanation
Absorbing information from the Ministry of Education
Gestation period in my brain, a myriad of ways to make cause and causation
Separate my thoughts with a comma, diorama
Gonna take some ace detective work to figure what he’s going on about
Smart-mouth, snotnoze’d punk, who’s he think he is?
Im all out, threshold, debunk gloomy odds and ends
Crowdsourcing my confidence with an illogic lens
Gatekeeping meaning, a snob, veiled spiky hijab
Mossad tryna make sense of this amalgam talcum
Intellect report, I retort, I’m finna start a war
Difference in the dialect but sharing colloquialism
I elect the lingua franca as a form of hypnotism
Its all idiots, alliterative synonyms
Don’t take an idiot to figure what the rhythm is
Perhaps an oxymoron, relapse the liaison
Im pissing on the denouement and fucking up the noumenon
I got brains and brawn, writing is my weapon drawn
Marathon I pass the baton, natural phenomenon
TreDoes:
Natural phenomenon with how I write from time to time
Drawing lines between dope punch ins and a kick off bar
And spit my image back in the mirror like it’s a pickup line
Then make decisions partially bitter cause it’s a stringent line
I mean, I ca function I swear that it’s just a junction
For jumping off to tomorrow and question if I can borrow
Not needy but it’s bizarro how greediness turn to sorrow
Vacating all of it’s worth to put a body in the dirt
Cursed cadavers in the shadows, we ducking off to the taverns
If shallow shouting matches dictate how we wanna catch up
Then scratch off tickets can match up those more deserving of back up
Me rolling off of the latter heroes that are bad at catching
Batches of rotten apples melting at thought of lassos
I wonder if I’m the asshole, the woman that wrote my
Whole life story’s an allegory for manifesting on paper
I probably should take the cape off, I probably should face the maker
I probably should really call her, I probably should grab some paper
I probably should count the seconds, you’re probably sick of waiting
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Moire Effect
01:57
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Moiré Effect
Moiré effecting, optically delusional
Fabled fabrication, fictional entity transmutable
Figmentary apparition, solicited omission
Illegitimate transmission, pirate radio extradition
Envision: contraband human beings, prohibition
Contra rebel reactionary plunges the lowest level
Hazy and obscure indecipherable will-o'-the-wisp
Take a bite out these words written with an erratic wrist
A spastic twist of fate, cloister where covens congregate
Classified cabal, covert operations, Ari Atoll
Pseudo-scientific, the plot thickens but loosely
Had a thought bubble ‘bove my head but what it said eludes me
Slow drags off the gradience, too tongue-tied to vindicate
Deconstruct what’s salient, whose take best substantiates
Observing the microcosm suffer a paroxysm
Strike the paradigm in the face, hoping to cause a schism
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Taikaraya (feat. Whirlynn)
Whirlynn:
Te siento en el viento
Te veo en las estrellas
Sé que estás con nosotros
En los bosques
D’tai guaitiáo
Dak’ro Buk
Snotnoze Saleem:
Spacious mind
My entire life reaching for slipping sensations
Days drifting passing me by
Reach for the far side (Pharcyde), missed, try another time
Dirty Icarus wings clipped, lingering sensation at the mercy of a mood shift
Try to make amends but there it is again
Hydra hands gripped, cut em off, they grow back times ten
Add it to my list, case dismissed, I just hope the hunch doesn’t persist
Ready for whatever the day brings
Stay steady afloat but choppy weather stays rocking the boat
Anchor overboard, tied to the chair, draped overcoat
The captain always goes down wit it
Spirit singing, channeling, I just hope you can feel it
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Glasgow Smiling (feat. Malachi. Whitman)
Snotnoze Saleem:
I barely even exist, I’m not of this world
Concocted in throbbing bright colorful swirls
Secondary recessive additive, not needed
Get me out the way please make it expedient
Annex me, cross me off the list with a “X”
Center of the sniper scope, once done get the check
Perspective redacted statements, became a vagrant
Collective refracted ancients, they stay complacent
What’s he even getting at? We’ll never really know
The answer’s in the morgue, toe tag is “John Doe”
Or in the corner of the attic, covered in dust
Encrusted with spiderwebs and a healthy coat of rust
Written in a dead tongue, understood by no one
But between you and me, I learned to speak it fluently
Glasgow smiling while pleading the fifth, I’m remiss
I never got the script, please get to the gist
In one ear and out another dimension
How many licks does it take to get to center of attention?
Incandescent incantation
Monogram malignant and I’m not of a nation
Only speak about me on inscrutable occasion
As a reminder to avoid certain sensations
Hang my mugshot out in the town square, treat it with care
Hopefully the cavalry will give it a glare
Actually, assign it as the counterpoint of the revelry
Unearth my coffin, cook my meat, and spread amongst the peasantry
Im not above charity, my calves can cure the plague
Make no mistake, I’m still opaque, impenetrable, and vague
Nonsensically chimerical, I poison plasma vesicles
Im stingy with materials but keep it dialectical
Malachi. Whitman:
He stepped off into space
Finally found his place when his face got erased
They say it’s bout the journey, but for him, the destination
His meditation in the form of booze for medication
Dying in a past life served the preparation
To not allowing this life to leave him dead and vacant
Alone on purpose is the way in which his day’s spent
Either eat the fruit or stay in state of vegetation
A healthy separation from society for solace
Like January winters meeting summertime in August
Carcasses waking up and walking out a closet
And finally finding soil for the souls to deposit
Peace isn’t something you should rest in
It’s a place where you should wake up in, calm like you slept in
When it finds you, be sure to offer it protection
Never let it leave like the death of a best friend
Had no direction, wrote his own road map
So gone, wouldn’t even know how to go back
The bottom of the ocean floor is where he left is phone at
Thought that you should know that
Depression like autumn leaves, oh how they grow back
Woke up to another pocket full of no cash
Today feeling like he wouldn’t mind a toe tag
Hoping that tomorrow might be different
An exit don’t exist, so he set out to invent it
Even though he knew it might be absolutely senseless
It sure beats the fuck out of hugging on some fences
So when he’s in the dirt underneath where the grass grow
He’ll be smiling permanently like Glasgow
Cause even though life did it’s thing and beat his ass slow
He fought the fuck back with everything he had though
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