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Pharaohs Den
01:25
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2. |
Phantoms
02:06
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[Verse 1 ]
i'd like to welcome, the fall of emcees,
put my statue in a place void of every seed
a voice is all i need to traverse across seas
the stars that i breath and the moon within me..
see the sun write, release the sunlight
his beams are bars built rays phaze ya eyesight
blindin in his height,
the firmament of permanence radiate his common sense
and logic says...
hes bound to blow one of these days the most amazed,
congruent to the fact he complete in outa space
super nova open up the soul for some closure
in verse 2 he might speak of radiated doja
or placated lovers,
nah this tape abouuuut dying emcees
im here to fufill those drying dreams
syphon water to the trees until it overfloooows
and my cup runneth over spill upon these roads
[Verse 2]
its the fall of every emcee in placement
I move to the groves of snare traps in basements
metaphoric statement, you at ease with the leaves
a coffin, headstone and keys
44 ways to live, one to die
take hold of that microphone ; might be 4 to 5
the first verse referred to us as the sun
the second is about mothers losing there sons
formidable force ; caution is suggested
or 6 might carry you to a place of resting
its peaceful i know, i been there before
i seen whats on the other side no lie, its no more
there was infinite doors, an endless black
i woke up in a carseat to screams and jets
missing peaces of my skull and back ->
i crawled my way out and spit blood on the cement
but never forgot what i saw...
cant explain but it wasnt nothing at all
there was something, but it wasnt soothing at all
many souls just sitting, waiting to fall
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Ecocide ft. sea/swordz
02:40
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[MENES the Pharaoh]
the fall of galaxies ; move through reality ->
travel digital waves create wounds of fallacy
ways amazed that blaze the caves of maladies
eternal life imprinted in my soul of eternity
we use a currency , earn spend and ruse...
and choose without ever wonder what we got to lose
i tell ya right now its alot more than this
connect through a hyperbolic chamber I exist
mista mista wait... its the brown bag kid
with the most high, most fly, mostly irate...
a great debate ends with a grave and your friends
as my veins are rerouted with electrical ends...
through the mist... of a binary fix
watch the numbers float across your life like aqauriums,
roman aquaducts and plains of centurions
abuse of words i manipulate thoroughly
forceful thought, put forth to communities
i com-pute tactics, ask the-matics
i mastered ma-gic, living lavish
and plan to die on my own terms like addicts
the soliloquy, write my own eulogy
the roach never dies though a lifetime immunity
back to the fall we reaching to the winter
and train in the cold north the power from his fingers
like Chi-Gong, yes he live long...
with the spirit relentless... like kubla khan
IV bags full of morphine and microphones
and big assed nurses he didnt leave this life alone
[sea/swordz]
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Lygophilia
02:14
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Yo ! I was taught at a young age of like six?
when somthings gone yo?... its really gone kid
and thats it, no redo's or backspins
its like time.. theres no goin back then,
so-why-is-it now, i cant fathom how
takes my breath away like poisonous clouds
i search my mechanisms for a reactivation
when im no necromancer, you need reincarnation
I-stand-by my words... every hour though,
at the podium reciting endless power flow
the life force that bumps inside me, is much stronger than anything that you could ever be
you cant see this? let alone feel it..
thats why in the end... we disconnected spirits...
whos choice? divine source of life lost
the god head next to statues of medusa..
the ink that scribed our lives intertwined..
was written in blood, how could it stay alive?
outside the veins it turned red instead of blue
everytime i see those colours it reminds me of you..
thats alotta of reminders, for a man in a world who dosent have alot of time left...
which one, me or it, the earth or my sun, a fictional entry in our book left undone
Mary Magdalene, you the bullets in my gun, pointed at my own head
instead of the one... who deserves it, my last act of kidness to you,
but you dont see it like that, just another self manipulated truth
boom and thats what it is.. see you later trick,
nah yo never again
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5. |
Compital
01:04
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6. |
Dormition
02:51
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what does the soul look like when it leaves? when it leaves? [ ARE WE SET FREE ? ]
today out of all days i know that
i watched eyes close never to blink or open back
and questioned to myself if theres something else,
or it just fade to black (x2)
the spirit realm i wonder of its existence
god damned you emcees not fall proof
and in my skies you plumit against the long the truth
why when we die we stare to the sky, but put us in the ground at the end of our life,
I mourn, dealt it heartfelt with all thorns,
surrounded by cement in this world we all learn
it turns, merging with the ages of our born ->
until the dark blankets our souls and phantoms are spawned
the kingdom at dawn, the feelin is gone
i walk around doped up my spirit withdrawn
a physical wraith in a mystikal place
but the mythicism died in a spiritual waste
a miracle only real in a biblical sense,
cause we deem our own fate in a literal way,
the decisions ive made have put me in a bad spot
universal law states i only have what i got
so i reflect, and detect, i am what i attract
a faulty android on the plaque
energy diverse, my verse will spin a curse
and hearse your circuity MENES leave you immersed
submerged in acidic pools, cleansing all the rust...
of this empty world.. in no one i trust
a painful way to live i know but its a must...
cause even those i loved.. have treated me like death
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[7rinth]
...
[Hook]
THEY SAY WE CHANGED? NO WE STAYED THE SAME
FOR BETTER OR WORSE, ITS WHY THEY KNOW OUR NAMES
ROBBIN PILL POPPIN AND PROBABLY DYING
ITS MOTP WE CLOUD HOPPIN
[MENES the Pharaoh]
Baggie hoodie ; with a bag full of goodies
its the pharmasuetical team hear to do what you shouldnt..
arm and hammer ratchet ya screws loose in attica
astral plain crashin glass house detatching mishikawa..
voodo practicin delinquints since the stone hedge,
most my family say hes dead.. and going nowhere
coffin tucking, harlot crushing, its the pond monster
alternate costume of blanka.. in sri lanka
in-the-mirror-i stare at myself, its all wrong
oscillate my future health in a picture of swamp lands
painted by ralph steadman, its the henchman
bloody nose associates in lobbys for the session
wrapped like a mummy in suspension...
you know the crew better stand at attention,
in the tomb where we view our ascension
laid out on a floor with no dimensions
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8. |
Warray
02:06
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lit up a ciggerette called my dun
asked->him-what-needs-to-be-done
yo its time for war, theres no place for peace->
thats all i need to hear, we say peace and i walk for the door
say IM HOME HUNNY, let me strap up my boots ->
lighters in my fist, stompin my feet, its time to dance,
pictures shake as i walk by, stalk through a redlight
mad wolf the full moon shines so bright...
what a bad day, and the wrong time, and a bad life
need get some sleep
awoke adrenline rush, my tenements crushed
like 10 of us, with fear racing through your veins the ending has come
go-to let my dogs out, cause the kids cant see this
they might kill someone, i'd rather my freedom
stripped from me, and thats the pride of youth
but its the god damn truth, and you know it...
my heart pumps cement, heavy as a lead pipe->
left at the scene, covered in brains the same night
*slow*shake all the thoughts, and i walk around the corner
theres no one on the couch, thats odd i feel anger
more than before yo... its uncontrollable
but steady as bear on ice, down to the molecule...
i pause... and look to the stairs, ascend..
without a thought or a care, maroon floor...
crimson when im done with it ->
im re-docorating no charge, just for the punishment..
i feel my soul plumetting, preparing for a pummeling
your fischer price bones break and shatter... its puzzling
to my suprise... theres nobody there..
and if not here... then where?
i laugh and yell all at once like a viking
and when i calm down it was frightening
was gonna somthing that i couldnt take back...
and i liked it... it was sobering
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9. |
Harridan
03:58
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[Verse 1]
yo its one for carrion and two for the livin
three for this life that was never worth given
four for the fathers.. the past to the present ->
five many mics i was deemed to represent
it was evident, blood on my hands
at the residence, mossaveli breakin bread, heads around the settlement
benevolent, gods eerie in his listening...
a whisper from the sky sunshower reign his messages...
messaage your brain, with thoughts of pain
when theres nothing left to giveee is it loss or gain
when theres nothing left to lose its a cause for change
slouched over the drain but i must maintain
in this moment of itself... im all to present
feel death coarsing my veins, spilling my essence...
pyramid shifting in the mix with merchant
its the seasons we fall, and the rise of our earnings...
[Hook]
you know what i meaaan? its all so simple..
with a pistol cocked aiming at the temple ->
scroooolls unrollll..
unravel while i travel, the soul i stole...
could never find a home, a throne or a tomb...
im god given, but striken the forsaken...
with plateaus placed by satan in perfect placement
I stumble... this road of all rubble,
cities crumble, in the palms of the none humble,
[Verse 2]
most my life, is mostly strife
those who saw it from the outside would say you lie
but in the end of it all... the well runs dry
and the village starves itself under starlight...
welcoming ; climb heavens enter through a balcony
but nestle in my grave, and raise days from alchemy
the lunar sets, crypt kid in a bassinet,
marble in the palaces, blue spilling chalices,
architectural, mostly intellectual,
but never turned his back in a fight against terrestrials..
to-the celestial, leaves it universal
everything was fate driven ; but his own rehearsal
Act 7 ; actually its Act 11
with an ending coming soon, atleast sooner than expected
master his domain,
with the ships in the port, and the port in his vase
with the morgue under his estate
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BASEMENT DWELLAZ London, Ontario
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