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Trance room with a box puzzle, How tight fits an ox muzzle
I'm outside with an inward grin. No under eye puddles
I'm shootin breeze just to come into the light subtle
I'm always lost hoping that I take the right shuttle
Long nights can break hard walls just like rubble
There's only so much stress for a bubble
I wish my words wouldn't muddle
I won't fault bear or crumble
I am entombed in my stumble

I just really like SOS ;/ And this really FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO's The end is like an 8 bit pirate shanty. It would be slick to see some gangter ass adaptation of link riding harrp like robin hood to sustain secluded societies. Maybe that would be too microcosm though? It would def. fit with this short track! I truly wish I could present what I see in my mind to this portal; When I say it people get lost in some existential quest for zelda's lost tri-force. But, the visions and voices do not ellipse with consciousness. They are separate entities ever spiraling into destruction. The spirit raised above them to coordinate the cataclysmic traffic. It's the eyes in every sentence, and the structure of the information super highway. You're brain is the sadistic rape puppet in the office of awkward psychologists with an in for brief stands. Constant acknowledgement and cheap plans, It's all just a fleeting stand.

To the eternal, there is no internal. There is only wave space; where the frequencies collide to abide, and coincide with every rhythm's divine. Only phantoms controlling the flow that's deep within tides. If the Gravity lies? How is the cat gonna land?
When stretched out to see how it got it's feet and it's hands.

SirHadoken responds:

Thanks for the five stars, I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
There is no greater tool than a vivid imagination. Thus, I can undoubtedly respect the vision imparted upon you when your imagination and the song interdigitate.
Cheers. ;p

The day by day keeps erasin the paths that i done blazed
I wonder how much more I can take before I just force a break

/Ports and lakes in visions, I guess I came from the bay
Where hixson pike comes to it's end and hit's a time delay
I got this look on my face, like I was just watchin Dallas
The site was in me from the site of boogie man and the cowards
/I keep on countin the flowers, and the days that empower
a heightened vision of the focused scope put in through the hours
Used to be with the sours, kickin it with Brazen apes
cuz the lick had the mall swiped clean, a done plate
/Conversate through the grapes mashin hard for the cabbage
the vine signed the ground an age before I saw roger rabbit
Now im feelin the reeling to get caught up in the static
I'm not delirious these; are my grammatical patterns
/And every frequency I kick to get me lifted is habit
I couldn't say that I was different. I'm a perpetual bastard
I jump up off of the casters, you couldn't push me around
the small stuff is just the perspiration wiped from my brow

Here's your slick 16 for an amazing concept. I love your fire, people will dance in it! It's just what we do! Don't count your blessings, but make sure to keep them stocked up like secret savings. .16 cents a day will keep your belly full of gut laughs. Live your life in the moments of knuckle heads that you buck past. Mathematics and physics, the rigmarole of the gifted. Everyone can have their vision, it's all about how the live it. People say that live backwards is evil, but I don't get it. People chasing demons think the demons are living. They're probably living really good off of the link the was missing. The connection; the vexed are getting based out to not function ,but it's quantumly entangled to the next function

THe cables all crossed man, the frequency is jammed
The people in the sky can see the people in the land,
but the people underneath the soil never understand
The dead can't walk, but they can wobble and dance
all possibilities chance, they only need be envisioned
Close your eyes and see two Fibonacci sequences living
Like a pair of snakes that eat each other, cannibal mischief
If you blinked one time in all infinty, you missed it
But the scope of the projection can be clocked with some astrology
It's crazy how the stars can show so much about psychology
your Flesh is like a candle burning quick with all autonomy
Your mind is trying to hide the soul that holds the possibility
your days are all gifted through the shift of the chance
The possibilities movement can be assumed at a glance
Underpants on the outside, humans can't live out time
we're made to acquiesce through this progression that's been outlined

I thought he said crickets and farts; I was thinking, I can't here that! I like the part with the guy cracking up. We have no idea how the damn things work. But, they control every aspect of our reverse psychology. We think in possible sound waves to structure those thoughts into something 'Normal.' Eventually fucking up those good vibrations trying to convey them to someone...And then with fix them back up with composers and synthesizers.My head is full of High Tech Bats, Crackles, and Pops.

It sounds like a Dj ripping this on the fly. I think with a bit of structure with the samples, theres a little too much transition, or it dosen't blend. The tick roll and claps need tuning to fit the melody's mood. I really like the concept, this could be an awesome song to write lyrics to

Damn I really like this. The Branch man climbs up out of his mess, while helping others un-jumble their existential duress

Wondermeow responds:

Thanks for your review glad you enjoy it

Yea , ear really like it
I focus on the roughest souls my every senses heightened
WHile all the people in the sky they say that they're enlightened
But couldn't start explaining all the thunder and the lightning

Swaying with the pine trees - Light the lake my mind leaps
leafing all the wake that's in the water left behind me
Gotta let it shed and bloom anew with proper timing

The bridge sits lit with every firefly's kiss
Luna staring at me blankly through a sullen abyss
It's like with every new day, I must relearn the motives to live

I almost feel like the MK, and other samples should be more of a whisper. Like they're speaking to or through you, instead of being high with the music. Impersonations and modal progression are awesome when working on projects like this. It's always crazy to talk to yourself in a rap like talk back, I mean rappin you kinda always are keeping a journal; representing that flow of water in your brain, while trying to relate to what you see daily. But; having samples ask the question or pose the basis? I understand the nostalgia. I just feel like the vocals are great. The samples almost take away rather than flowing with or adding to. Some fx and maybe some subtle reversed vocals with the samples on the outro. Play around with it, I dunno if you mix the vocals. Burnt Reynolds, I fucking love it! Instant follow. keep the practice.

Traumatik responds:

Awesome review bro !! Thank you very much, I really appreciate it! I remember you from back in the day, I used to go by Traumatik1

Yo this is lit! I like the whole beginning of the song. and the last 8 is slick, I even like how you rounded it out kinda silly after doggin on silly. It really is straight not given a fuck! HAhahha, this is kinds southern rap rock style. I liked all the jokes, fun track!

Teqneek responds:

Thanks for the review man; been a ghost town over here so it's definitely nice to check my page and see something like this.

I'm considered sumthin like guerilla on subliminal

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