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TECK from the Vault

by MENES the Pharaoh & Tecknowledgist

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[MENES] I'D RATHER BE PLUGGED IN! CONTORT THE WAY MY MIND SEE.. NANOPACKS THAT HOLD GATS AND TIMEPIECE DROOLING IN VVV-R, FUCK WHAT MY EYES SEE A BOAT WITH MANY WITCHES .... OR MY OWN HEAP OF TRASH LIVING IN A STASH... BOX SUICIDE ROOMS... BARELY ROOM TO TALK CONSUMED BY WORLDS THAT ARE SO FAR OFF MY LIIIIVEEFE FEEED, DEEENIES MEEE OF ANY ROOM TO BREATH I CANT SEEM TO LEAVE HAVENT SMELT FRESH AIR - A BID OF 2 TO 3... IRON CAGES, MADE ALOT MORE COM-FY... IVS FEED ME SO IM NOT HUNRY THIS SMALL ROOMs WHERE I DIE NO QUESTIONS FLIPPIN THRU PAMPHLETS, TO VIEW MY OPTIONS MY FINGERS FAT AND BLUE, IN HERE THERE NEW OUT THERE I CANT EVEN MOVE, GLUTTONY STEW LUST FOR YOU, OR ANYONE I IMAGINE WRAITH TO ALL THE PEOPLE I HATE, AND DEATH TO YOU FAGGITS GREED ; I DONT NEED IT IN HERE .. BUT I STILL SIT IN KINGS CHAIRS WITH MONEY POURING FROM MY SLAVES OFF OCEAN PIERS LAUGHING.. AS YOU ENVY ME... ITS GLORIOUS... EVERY WAR I EVER FOUGHT... VICTORIOUS.. WHEN I LOOK TO THE SKY, I SEE MY FACE.. IN REALITY ITS PURPLE, BURNING THROUGH METAL VERY FEW WALK AROUND, HEAVILY ARMORED IM ALONE IN MY ROOM LACKING KARMA UP IN SPACE ...THEY HOLD MY SPIRIT TO FUEL THE MACHINE, THAT SEALS MY MIND
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[MENES] BLAST AN EMCEE... BLACK AND WHITE PAINT DEFINE UNITY UNIFY HIS LIMBS TO REFINE YOU AND ME USING FOOTFALLS TO CATCH THE ENERGY AUTOMATIC-LY I PUT PEN TO PAD AND BREAK NORTH TO THE DENS I WAS MADE TO CRACK IN THE PLACE WHERE MY NAME HOLDS WEIGHT OF SLAG IN THE BELLY OF THE BEAST OPEN GATES TO EARTH HYDRAULICS, HYPERBOLIC, MINUS THE OPTIC ROBUST, SYSTEM FLUSHED, THE RUST TURNS NARCOTIC SYMBIOTIC PSYCHOTROPIC JACKED IN ON ALL PANELS NO MANUALS, BACK TO AN ANIMAL BIODIVERSE, NO MORE CURSE, ITS A VIRUS INTERUPT MY MAINFRAME... INDUCE FORMS OF SILENCE CALCULATING, DEAD STOP PRESS ESCAPE FOR THE MEGABRAIN ALL SYSTEMS GO .. ALL FUNCTIONS UP OPERATIONAL , WEAPONRY ENGANGED SOLID LIGHTS GLOW , STRANDS OF CODE MATCH STANDING UP SLOW, CLOSE SENTINAL HATCH AT THE CYBORG DOCKING STATION.. OUT BACK, THERES A PILE OF BOTS WITH NO PLACEMENT.. INFACT AT THE TOP OF DISCAREDED PARTS.. I SIT WITH A SYNTHETIC GRIN AND SLIGHTLY MOVING FINGERZ MY METAL SHOWZ, MANY WINTERZ, APTATHETIC KNUCKLES and BROKEN BREAKERZ RED LIGHTS FLASH.. OPEN GASH, THAT BLEEDS YELLOW FLUID SITTING PATIENTLY , WAITING FOR ANOTHER STUDENT WHOS THIS! A FRESH FRAME OF MIND I PEER CAREFULLY, TO MAKE SURE ITS MINE ARM CARRY DOOM HARDLY ANY ROOM! PHASE FROM HERE TO THERE THE OLD REMOVED
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[MENES] my Visionary spit, we come lyrically equipped too sink shipz and catch wreck, salvage whats left? no, let em count til they last breath..-> what you got when your here dont cross past death i walk wize steps... that widen as i gain depth my coffin is a crypt sarcophagus a pryamid and when im gone you start seeing similar appearances bonafide, more like mummified over shrouded skiez emeralds in the eyes of heralds that are sent with my storiez boasting glory, many campaigns, vic-tory , warriors march for me monks praise my aura, name ripped from the torah now boil holy water and send able too the slaughter i feed the fued inside my form that ignite my mind like a mine and hold the image there forever like the sands of time
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[MENES] LYRICAL MIRACLES I SEND THROUGH THE SPIRUTUAL DECIBLES RUPTURE YOUR CHEST MUSIC FROM A CITADEL THE TOWER BELL, VIBRATEZ.. OFF.. INN THE DISTANCE THE INN CLEARZ OUT, TAVERNZ TAPS DRIPPIN BROKEN PICTURES FROM WALLZ, LIE ON DUSTY FLOORZ IN THE DARKEZT COORIDOORZ ..SITZ A SMILING VAGRANTZ CORPSE STILL NODDIN HIZ HEAD, SMOKIN LIKE DREAD CARDZ SCATTERED ON TABLES, LOOKS LIKE HE WON ALSO BESIDE HIS HAND, LIED 2 SHINY GUNS.. INSCRIBED WITH FOREIGN TOUNGUES, DEMONS SACRIFICE OF YOUNG. HOLD ON SUN. THE VOICE RAISED FROM BEHINDE, A MATTER OF TIME ANOTHER IMMUNE, UNABLE TO DECICIMATE THE SPOON BUT SOON. I SEND ALL OTHERS BACK TO THE WOMB, ANY QUESTIONS? LAST REFLECTIONZ.. HE LOOKED SIMILAR ALL OF A SUDDEN. I FELT A CONNECTION AND MY VOICE RANG FROM ANOTHER DIRECTION I LIVE WIT THE PLAGUE AND EACH TIME I SPEAK I BIRTH A NEW WORD OF DEATH ASSASSINATOR, PRESIDENT CHANCELLOR OF ALL AFFLICTION, ADDICTED TO PESCRIPTION, ADDICITED TO ADDICTIION NICOTINE KING WITH THE BYZATINE RINGZ AND FIFTY VERMILLION HENCHMEN WAITING IN SYNC EXHALING REDDISH DUST LIKE MARS WAS CRUSHED PUT IN THE POCKET OF GOD SCANNING FOR FLAWZ EXAMINAIN THOUGHTS OBTAINING THE CHARTS AND PRECISELY STRIKING OUR MARKS BUT ALL SYSTEMS HAVE FAILED SIR WERE SHUTTIN THE DOORS BEFORE ITS TOO LATE! THE THREAT IS TOO GREAT I SOUL SOAR LIKE BRIDS OF PREY AND BANNISH YOUR RACE BRUCE BANNER YOUR BRAINS YOU SPAM OF THE DAY IM HAMLET THE CRAZED, MY STAMINA RAISE DAMNING THE FAKE DROWNING THE SNAKEZ TECKNOLEDGIST BREAKZ ASTROLOGIST DATES ASTONISHING DARTS ACKNOWLEDGE MY ART SHOTS SENT TWO BY TWO LIKE NOAHS ARC
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[MENES] robotic cathatah, up in my abdomen spinnin oil slicks, and pissin on my lap again maad maad world, dont ask for my signature drop it in the mail slot, and buckshot will follow ya... tiny nano-bots, crawling through my lungs ordinary, order clothes from macys on my ass a large window appears... and its touch screen hologram in 3Dimensions, tits at every scene wonderful.. living blissful, with a fistful of... digital minstrels submissive insolents homeric simile, a future full of misery corpses on street lamps what else lights the inner city, weve lost all outlets, to gain energy so we harvest blood and flesh, like its the enemy or something-thats-needed for identity, like you a friend to me lacking empathy, and nearly all my chemistry We all empty vessels, you find my shell rots-> in my timbalands that was heavy as rocks-> im nailed shut, to the coffin that i was born in metal doors open everyday like medival awnings the iron bird takes flight iron clad octavi bunkerz at night its spectral, a city of lights neon, freon in my pipes, I did many drugs, and never died in my life..
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[MENES] THE SIREN CALL LIKE A FIREBALL, THUNDERBIRD AND SPIRES FALL! YET I HEAR MY NAME AND GO 8MENES8 DEPTHS BELOW. HARLET SNOW DARK MISTRESS... HOLY PLATEU... WALK UPON IT LIKE A BOARDED WELL YOUR FEET SWELL LIKE MENOPAUSE GUMS AND RUSTY DENTAL FLOSS BLOODY DINNER PLATES DINING ROOMz OF ENDLESS FROZT... SMELL THE LOSS BONEZ BOILING BRINGING-BAD BOWLZ TO BITCHES AND BRUTES AND FRUIT TO NYMPHZ FLINT SPARKED AIMED AT THE NIGHT, SHE TOWER OVER ME LIKE MOONLIGHT PLATOON RIFLES IN HAND, JIMMY OUT THE JAM AND SHOOT FOR THE WOMB, PASS TECK THE 9INE CONCEAL MY WOUNDZ,, HYPNOTIK FLOW RHYMING ON A JUNGLE RIVER BOAT MY FINGERZ ROT, NARROW CHANNEL COMEZ ALIVE A HIVE ... THE QUEEN OF ICE CIRCLEZ THE SKY ENCASED MENES DIE EMPOWERD DEFLOWER THIS MOTHER OF POWER DEVOURED YO THEN FUCKED HER CORPSE FOR OVER AN HOUR I GOT THE GUNS I GOT THE SHIELDS I GOT THE CHIPS MICRO 0R THE REAL I GOT HER NAME I GOT HER PLACE, I GOT HER NOW BLOOD RUN DOWN HER FACE SHE HAD YOU, IN FULL DECEPTION, CALLING ACROSS, THE PLAINS OF REFLECTION A BAD INFECTION, THAT PASS INSPECTION, CAN BLEND EFFORTLESSLY ACT AS IF ... NOTHING DESERVED NOTHING AT ALL AS IF DEATH WASNT THE FINAL CALL A BLANKET TERM, LAUGH IN THE FACE OF.. EVERY SNAKE DOVE CLAWS NEVER RETRACTED, THE INEVITABLE ACT OF A SIREN DENYING, COOING, CONFUSING, CAROONNING, SWOONING IM BETTER OF DEAD SO I TAKE MY BOOT AND SHOVE IT THREW HER NECK YAKASUBI NOODLE PRAWN, COLD DAWN
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[ANTI THE DECIMATOR] im Conan the knuckle head crash dummy flash kid.. I arcane gene splice a couple flash kicks... boss hog this wolf mummy needs his ass kicked... So Rasputin silver bullet to the abdomen... look came a guillotine babbling in Mandarin ... his Mars bound Monstar ship..needs some cannon s..in it .we strike at calrizin cloud city lucrative .. I push clones back force thru any mutalisk.. what do my x genes have to do with it... this is outlawed sorcery born from King stag... but evil still lost to the six demon bag.. ye..and it's hosts of enchantments. Lin kuwais movement when the smoke is expanded .. I'm fringe relaxed in Expanses... the out world . look.. you don't understand kid theres things it's there crawling in your bandwidth.. It's like taskmaster sports...evolving midi chlorian in steps ..woes tree for all my people under stairs this is hooded bone collection but it's open in the air... [MENES] YO WE DECIMATE! OPEN UP TO VENTILATE, OUR MENTAL SLATES, CYBERNETIK HEADCASE, INCUBATE, RUSHING THROUGH YO SYNAPSE -> METAL PLATES REMOVED REPLACE THE SKIN TAGS BOKO-DEN, CONDUCTIVE TEETH GLOW IN THE DARK A CREATURE WHOO, PUMP BLOOD WITHOUT A HEART SERPET CROWN... CONSTRICT TO THIS SOUND FLESH WARD, SLIPS FROM MY MEMORY ABOUND AGHAST, TITANIUM EVERLAST THE BLAST URANIUM INTAKE MY CRANIUM WAS MASKED THAT WHY I KEPT THE MAP.... INSIDE MY CHEST CAVITY GLASS OF MORTLAN. IN A CITY OF TECHNOLOGY ENTIRE BLOCKS FLOODED WITH NANOBOTS ... NOT TO MY SHOCK, I WAS GROUNDED IN ONE SPOT OPEN UP SHOPS, FOUND A COUPLE APPS INJECTED DIRECTLY INTO MY BRAIN and I COLLAPSE WAKE-UP TO A-WHOOOLE NEW REALITYYY WORLDS IN SLOW MOTION, STUDY OF ANATOMY WITH ALL THAT IN PERSPECTIVE, INTERNALLY I BECOME LESS HUMAN EVERYDAY, NATURALLY
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[MENES] METAL CENTROIDS PROBE ELECTRODES UP IN HAVEN PLUGGED IN-TO CLOSED DIRECT SOURCE R.E.M CONVULSIONS... SWEATING MEGA HEAVY MORE DATA TO ELABORATE ESCAVATE THE SETTINGzz ^^ PROGRAMS CHANGE EVERY MILISECOND, ENDLESS STREAMS, OPEN UP PASSAGES BUTNOT PLACING BEAMS I NEED MY DIGITAL FIX, TRUE N RIGHT QUICK POWER PACK IN THE BACK SNAP TIL IT CLICK MY FEED FULL, INDULGE UNTIL ITS DULL STOP ON BEAUTIFUL WOMAN YO I CAN HAVE IT ALL I PICK THE SKIN AN HAIR COLOR, TEAL AND BLUE RECALIBRATE HER FRAAME, UNTIL IT SUITS BIG BOLD AND BOOIEFULL, I TELL HER WHAT I DO TO YOU SHE SWOONS LOOKS INTO MY EYES AND I SEE SO MANY HUES THE WORLD CHANGES, REARANGES SHES NAKED NOW, IN A LARGE PILLARED ROOM SAND AND DUST MOVES WE WALK SLOWLY, MY HAND ON BOTH HER CHEECKS SHE GRABS MY DIGITAL DICK AND WELCOME
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[MENES] EVERYTHING COME TO A DEAD-STOP WHEN YOU WALK MY ENTIRE BODY FEEL LIKE ITS BEEN ELECTRICALLY SHOCKED .... AND IM OVER THE PALPITATIONS, AND DIALATION INCLUDING THE RATTLING DEATH CACKLE AND CONTEMPLATION ...IN MY LAST MOMENTS, OF DIRE STRAITS AND OBSERVATION YOUR EYES LOOKED PAST ME THE BUILDING VACANT GOT MY BAGS PACKED, GOT MY FLAGZ STACKED WAR DRUMZ IN THE BACK, PREPARED TO ATTACK ON THE FLOOR NOW, FEET FOUND THE FORCE COMPLETE WITH TEKNEEKS, SOUND FROM THE FOUNDERZ SOURCE EYES BLINK, PUPILS BACK TO A REGULAR SIZE THE BLUR OF OF LIFE MOST LOST IN A CROWDED HESIT... I CUT TO THE CHASE. KNOCKIN OVER ANY IN MY WAY CROWNED LIKE A GORGON MEDUCA SHE HAD A HEAD OF SNAKES I HEAR CRIES FROM WAY UP FORWARD NO LONGER PHYSICALLY PARALYZED BUT MENTALLY COLDER CROWNED A QUEEN OF GORGON EVERYTHING COME TO A DEAD-STOP AS I WALK THROUGH THE SIDEWALKZ AND BLOCKS, FROZEN LIKE A BROKEN CLOCK HOPE THE TICK TICK TICKIN STARTS TO TOCK FOR IM THE ONLY ONE AROUND GOD CYPHA DEVINE ... WE ALL CONFINED IN THE REALMZ OF TIME, COMPLEX LIKE A HEX STRUCTURED FOR NATURE AND RHYME I MEAN... TO SAY... WHAT YOU HAVE IN THE END? IS NOT THE SAME AND NEVER WILL BE, WITH WHAT YOU INTEND YO ALL THESE PEOPLE HERE, YOU SEE, THEY WERE TURNED TO STONE HAD ENOUGH PROWESS TO CHANGE MY SITE DIFFERNT SHAPES AND TONES SAW SOMETHING BUT NOTHING WAS REALLY PERMENET I WAS LEFT ALONE, YOU COULD STILL SAY SET IN STONE.. THROUGH THE DIFFERENT PLACES I WALKED I SAW THE SAME TRAGEDY, LIVED AMONGST THE POOR AND STONED, CALLED THEM MY FAMILY HANDS TO THE SKY WHEN I FEEL FULL OF EMPATHY FALL TO ME KNEES, STUTTERING, GUESS IT WAS MEANT TO BE

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IN CYBERTOKIO a MAN OF MANY WALKED. Directly connected to the digital feed at all times, he saw very little with his actual eyes; If anything at all. Trapped in a cubicle for a home, each resident escaped into the far-reaching VIRTUAL WORLD. Where Lust, Gluttony, Violence, Nihilism, and Murder were made reality. A reality without punishment or judgement one could escape to freely. Where the cheapest form of sustenance was in I.V packet and our taste buds had long rotted. Or devolved from the lack of use. Our pleasure receptors fully existed outside of our physical form and in a defunct astral projection. Policing the mind, by constant bombardment of our senses, has been far more effective than policing our thought. Embrace the neon retina scans and sins of our solar beings. It's Nology over Mind.


From production and writing spanned over the last 6 years... With long lapses in time and space, I bring to you, something requested on many occasions. The New and Old, collection of robotik finger trapz, I hope it bends your mind... My biggest inspirations was a cosmic blunt flavoured by TokyoGhost and BladeRunner, worded by Issac Asimov. Much love to TECK and all my homies who featured, stuck in a VR right now. From UNIVERSE to yours, PEACE.

MENES the Pharaoh



MENES the Pharaoh [ Vocals & Engineering ]
Tecknowledgist [ Production ]
Mars Gate [ Artwork ]

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released February 13, 2018

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