Cave Man Incarnate

by Scummy Distance

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Scummy Distance is known for abstract lyrics and stories pushing the line between gritty reality and acid tripping fantasy. On this, his third solo album he delivers no less then that. While also being the first album that he has fully produced. He returns to take listeners to the dark depths of his psyche so to lead them back out to the sunlight, allowing them to have a new respect for the beauty they once took for granted.

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released 15 December 2012

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Track Name: 01.Breath (intro)
not doctor sues, more like a nuke with a screw loose
going kookoo, rappers look more fag then tootoo's
from alpha to zulu, i still rap like i used too
horror core kid, still penin' tracks that move you
the moon moves, and sinks below the vanish point
the average coin, heads to heads to the pass the joint
its trip thru the black aint unlike the life of the ants
that run in circles under its lites at nights infact
it mirrors our struggle, rain runs down in urin puddles
holds its humble, close linus security blanket cuddle
were in trouble, we walk blind trying to find an exit
from the senseless, but our sencess cant help the exodus
mean while in the brain of the average there panic
as third eyes shrink and shrivel from all of the madness
slow mo panarimic snap shots as it disappears
let it open youd move easily see it crystal clear
Track Name: 02.Yesterday
leave me out of this, im mountainous spoutin shit
leave you powerless my style is fatherless
ambits a bastard scummys a scum bag
fuck that with one rap i destruct whacks
put you in a lunch sack you wont punch back
lookin for sanctuary like a hunch back punchin bag
of nautradom or noterdame ruddy u no ur lame
and over plane im sober brained gargoyal framed
im a remnant of 5th demention dark age disention
no corrections intended fuck infections of interjections
save your prospective your opinions and your decisions
are immaterial im intangible like the prime meridian
ur zero in the big book im a hero leaven kids shook
dont look till it gets good im that of myth like big foot
in reality im actually twice the size of an average family
horror like amity testin your sanity and your vanity
ill keep to your yesterdays

leave me out of your future, erase me out ur past
delete my facebook and drag my contact info to the trash
take it for what it is, leave me for who i am
i keep ur heart on my sleeves to feel ur love with my hands
keep my stress in sandwich baggies and sell it by the gram
as for plans i intent to depend souly on my past
i keep a stash of rash memories loaded senselessly
to help release the stress in me thru extra telepathy
message your mind like hello moto keep me warm
be for warned the devil is known to take human forms
feel forlorn no time to morn when being reborn
you green horns are side kicks like robin or e gore
supporting actors leading men to the mountain top
waying the factors its clear to see it has to stop
at this rate we on coarse to distort our very state
of being so im leaving leave me out of ur tomarows
ill keep to ur yesterdays
Track Name: 03.Get Back
kill the chit chat, im here to spit crack
limp back before u get smashed with ur bitch ass
ill go tit for tat with any cracker jack simple sap
as bad as a website that hits back shits fact
simply said, ur c spot run simply read
origami under pressure ull swiftly bend
i spit dirty like filthy flem taist it
i ware my scars like sterling bracelets
abrasive pop space bubbles like bazooka joe
big league chews novice miners like scole
going for the gold, in the treasure state cold
from the windy city i chase cash were ever the wind blows
since the vince show shits kicked like steel toes
dropped 12 cd's that r banging surrenious
gimme props like i rep ur set when my cd drops
mad cuz u fagsll c my cock before u c me flop

get the fuck back this aint an r and b single
get the fuck back this aint kanye and neyo
get the fuck back i aint Michael or Tito
get the fuck back

embrace distance like u need space
im fast paist like a drivers test on free ways
im legiter then armony suits and brief case
u seem fake wouldnt buy ur shit on ebay
u got the replays of pedophile 3 ways
ur styles faker then an Arizona ski day
ill make u c rays like swingin in tampa bay
u aint gettin bread ur breaded like fish folets
ur getin graved get engraved torn apart
i brand when i spit heat i leave my mark
extinguish flaims like are u fraid of the dark
u aint a boss just someone playen a part
ur ass is gayer then a picnic at the park
full of shit like a fertilizer shoping cart
get real ur queer as a 3 doller notes
and phony as baby poweder coke no jokes

get the fuck back this aint an r and b single
get the fuck back this aint kanye and neyo
get the fuck back i aint michael or tito
get the fuck back
Track Name: 04.Jet in Rockets
im not a jesus christ, just lost in this sea of lights
trying to retreave misbeliefe i could never conseve dispite
either ironic or misery finding intimicy to recite
please leave me just for this one measily night
threw moma off the train, washes my past off my brain
fondaling thruth, waiting to turn and cough up flaims
while noah puddle jumps, and moses splits those puddles up
to desert sections david throws stones like double dutch
i kept my head to stars like upper cut its cluster fucked
moven slow like a blubber butt light polution cover up
the universe reaks of long yawns and 10 ton eyelids
read the fine print in the red dwarfs that hide inside it
i use god as a simble for intangible things spiritual
unless litteral in hopes to rekindle my childhook vigule
shooting stars and commits are sheepish knods to profits
the cosmose dozen and throwin up dueces with phonix, jet in rockets

for every lucky star theres a million satalites
technology built to hide you from the after life
like a quire of lost souls lit by candle light
jet in rockets chase the day till u can handle night/
jet in rockets chase the day at night demand the flight

im not an abraham, more like a son of sam
still waiting for the tv to tell me you give a damn
my mission plan goes dissmiss the scams insist there bland
percist to stand for shit you ban resist remand
then list demands hold my breath till there met
or i turn blue'r then fire gas and manuer
i sailed with out fail pail atop that damned river
lowed fived the sinners traidin squares and liquer
mount olympus got the earth dispearsed thru medaphisix
one day even steven hawking'll be marching with us
the tower of babel fell leaven us ample hell
we ramble and babel on till our adoms apples swell
chase the rainbow follow close to the low tide
till youve got no pride and are forced to go blind
the northern lights burn bright in a dying promise
the day light get obnoxios when the fuems are noxious,
jet in rockits

for every lucky star theres a million satalites
technology built to hide you from the after life
like a quire of lost souls lit by candle light
jet in rockets chase the day till u can handle night/
jet in rockets chase the day at night demand the flight
Track Name: 05.Not One Peep
cue the laugh track, bring in the back packs
u be half ass hang at half massed half passed
ill be the masked man in black masks talent
is lost on this generation my inovations manik
i hate to toot my horn but i aint pullin ya chain
when i explane my brains flush beyond what u contain
my mainframe is maintained at a constrait rait
you couldnt consintrate the length to contomplate the space
i leave between the average i can see within ur cabage
and i do be believe ure minds a fiest im feelin famished
save ur static for after hours b show c-low minding counters
rejected like heevhoo i blue collar circles around u cowerds
sears i tower absolute power ur absolute sour fairy
cant take the heat ur styles inconsistant like sour dairy
i scour scary no sebilince stupidy steppin into me
sumon the celibritory sincopy on cue like symphinies

ontop of the world, king of the hill-ant farm
droppin the world, clinging 2 hills- land barge
i aint a rock- i aint an island- sunk deep
dont say a word-dont make a noise- not1peep

open the curtains before ur desertions certain
and u get turned in to a goth version of urself like tim bertin
directed the show johny depps adapting the role
45 years old playin the same parts as a teen tho
i got a suggestion to mention to help hollywood freshen
its an election every ten years we vote on ur retention
if ur voted out we force a gun in ur mouth
bet that vow would disinbowl dreams of sellingout
actual careers would boom would be happy to a push broom
cuz youd no a decade later u wouldnt be facing a tomb
our culturs beyond screwed kids over wait beyond rude
diabites replaced the 40 acres and mule and our schools
are jokes inteligent american borns yea right
its like our government wants to live up to our sterio type
a nation full of under achevers more actors then teachers
nasa and the space program were the exception now we have neither

ontop of the world, king of the hill-ant farm
droppin the world, clinging 2 hills- land barge
i aint a rock- i aint an island- sunk deep
dont say a word-dont make a noise- not1peep

bring in the clowns, ringing with rounds
boxing like englishman when december 26 is found
im pound for pound guy that make the most cents
occupies hopeless ur spoiled asses shold hope less
no stress a lie my doc replied my blood pressure reads
between explosive emerginsy and ventricles ceased deseased
believe if u can presieve this book has more to offer
then u can read cuz the storys written in the space between
what uve seen is a deciminal to the point its immesurable
ur not even eligible to write cliff notes on whats testable
id traid my testicles for festivals dedicated to comon sence
but instead boneroos packed with dub step heads
fuck that mess ur miss guided concist on consinement
like ur idea's came from eyedea and u were backed by a linemen
i stole my belt from orion and dip my balls in the dipper that points north
been warned hence forth swollen heads’ll get ur chest warped like flex board
Track Name: 06.Cave Man Incarnate
he sat back and grabed his skratch pad
from his half packed lached back black back pack
for some proceive reason writing seems treasin
so he started re readin mouth locked like he's teathin
all alone in that free edin were leaves breaz-in
sub concious dreams demons but he keeps breathin
lookin at the populis like creep heathons to avoid first
he writes so much he annoys words and enjoys work
cuz it imploys perks like an excuse to avoid the work
of social situations aint no hopefull invitations
just nobal inovations searchin for excomunication
detest the clueless cavemen that dwell into the pavement
they fell into enslavement to be a form of entertainment
a rock like granit save it he's an island like the camens
just a speck benieth sun placed to possess the screamin pun
projects its creekin tons cuz it a joke that pokes at everyone

and the clouds flew somber, and the breeze blew yonder
and his mind still wondered, further then it could prosper
our souls get lost and they come back spent
without any kind of explanation of were there went

and the clouds flew somber, and the breeze blew yonder
and his mind still wondered, further then it could prosper
sometimes you have to get to lost to find yourself
the world was never more crouded then when it was by itself

cave man incarnate and all that.....

he had a pen found in the rings pressed down
his subconcious' dead loud critique till his beds found
dreams for more are dead now he see's thru it all
drinks absenth to lose it all effect like ruffinal
for those nights alone he props camra's in his home
and documents his tripping moans in hope to diagnose
his subconcious with some honest dumb nonsence
froad jargon some pompis doc would discuss on it
he wrote fuck this in bold print and freed the letters
thought of dreams of lessors he would no at the speed of never
there hopes seem to tether his last remaining shred
of relatibility to them it was contained with dred
of things he never explained or said but were plain to see
must be some brain desises that leaves him 2 afraid to flee
humanity reatained in needs survivals just a name for cages
notebook for stavation barring the hunger inside its pages


and the clouds flew somber, and the breeze blew yonder
and his mind still wondered, further then it could prosper
our souls get lost and they come back spent
without any kind of explanation of were there went

and the clouds flew somber, and the breeze blew yonder
and his mind still wondered, further then it could prosper
sometimes you have to get to lost to find yourself
the world was never more crouded then when it was by itself

and the clouds flew somber, and the breeze blew yonder
and his mind still wondered, further then it could prosper
evolution doesnt exist in a world this content
a fish out of water learning to dround is the first step

cave man incarnate and all that
Track Name: 07.Monolith
take out ur note books, scummys unleashing throat hooks
with lyricle hockuspockus powerful enough to leave a ghost shook
i release monster, concieved desiesed like crack fiend todlers
more mental then docter jeckel back by 33 flying saucers
fucked like denying holacausters i breed pestilence
retrieve reclessness from the deep persived helplessness
retreat and reread the messages the universe left you first
i detest your words leave u motionless when i collect ur verbs
disect the earth so fast it orbets reversed then morbid your birth
farbiet for me to forfit your worth but u seem to be closer to dirt
no room for concern in the worped and disterbed mind of a cursed
lookin like some pervertes twisted design of a bird
with wings so wide they dwarf the tides wales seem the size of jerms
a beak comprised of needles and knifes heated so high it burns
at first site your eyes buble burn white and mind aswell
scorched in cells shadows taking forms that dwell.. blind in hell

denta' inferno shit, campfire murder myths
like abandoned monoliths crumbling on the cliffs
i dont think ur in kansas anymore under the rainbow
no telling whats in store resideing were only flaims go

grab a pen and pad im prone to implode bang my chest and jab
pretend to rap just to depress the fags that jump in sessions whack
i digest in stacks if ur humpin fads like bumpin trash
like dubstep rockin pumps and drag i hope skrillix gets punched n smacked
want some fuckin facts read a damn book im hear to stab crooks
its a bad look actin bout it i doubt it ull get ur swag took
if i was on some writting novels shit id end up like hunter or vonnegut
seeking american dreams and eating a bullet when told were out of it
i aint a role model im functioning model of the atomic bomb
i transform like the decepticons act like u call shots goth sadom
hostin a nonsencithons with a pink strap on and ur moms black thong
ur whack songs wont ever help ur bitch ass to belong
cuz what the fuck is a rap sing a long vrs a lyricle king kong?
like kling ons i prosper and live long like survives my theme song
open wide im steelin apointments pride till they lose themselfs
just a ghost inside in a freakshow that ocean size..mute-in hell

denta' inferno shit, campfire murder myths
like abandoned monoliths crumbling on the cliffs
i dont think ur in kansas anymore under the rainbow
no telling whats in store resideing were only flaims go

take notes while i dispose and charode these folks
to ghosts a demon in clokes thats ready to choke no joke
i sqeeze life from souls like velvita cheese packets emptied
when my demons get stired up like nestly and sworm testies
to deform you and your besties you limp risted clown shoes
get growned too the concistincy of aj'ue or brown glue
get chewed like sour crout do cooked on the spot like fondo
my underground roots are bound to sprout thru like arms too
if this was animal farm ud be mollie pulling a cart fear in ur heart
made it clear from the start id be napolien leading the marks
ur in the rear in the dark looking for spot lites not even finding a spark
my oura's blinding in part cuz its survived the flood by riding the ark
ancient sacred workes are play boy go fuck with the field mice
to feel nice leave me this real life before ur cut with a real knife
hells bells alternating current electro shock stress excells
not sure of much but ur def in hell
Track Name: 08.Edgar Allen
maybe were both wrong, it aint beyond the relm
of possibilities that over whelm our inner selfs
my name aint earl and absultion isnt admition
but owning up to our decisions can purify upon fruition
ive killed inocents poisoned the well maliciously
listlessly waisted time slothfull specificly
i've stollen from more people then i can name
hid behind an addiciton that id never contain
ive waisted opertunities lacking depth of perpose
falsified my demenure to feture a stronger surface
ive lied on a bible ive stole from my family
forceing those that loved me away trajicly
tactfully i lived lies for long periods of times
my eyes were wide but i acted blind dispite
ive dispised myself and others selfishly
no sence in me acted slighted defensivly

i ware scars, like the montana stars
i drink till they disapear outside the bar
yesterdays fill tonights with everything but sleep
poping regret like adaral or speed(x2)
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lose lips sink ships but the heart tells tails
when it thumps is wails edgar allen full scale (x2)


maybe im wrong, there u heard me say it
denials a shitty game but people always play it
vapid and vain im still filled with disdain
trying to alter things i will never change
ive caused more pain then i like to admit
taisted forbiden fruit far to week to resist
ive manipulated intimidated if i can simply say it
used others as pawns in scemes i orcistrated
i lacked patients counterfitted and distributed
double crossed the clueless and et tu brutas
ive been a judas ive been week and scared
unrightous in fear my slice of life wasnt fair
greedy and feendish deceptive and sheepish
regretibly it wasnt done senceless in the least bit
my crimes were needless but they built now
pry up these floor boards and see what evil is found

i ware scars, like the montana stars
i drink till they disapear outside the bar
yesterdays fill tonights with everything but sleep
poping regret like adaral or speed(x2)
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lose lips sink ships but the heart tells tails
when it thumps is wails edgar allen full scale (x2)
Track Name: 09.Burn it Down
enter the secter the pressures like tenure/the seller is messures of venture and sencers
those flaims are stained with dates and names/proclaim there page displace there inovate
the nouns are found ground to ground/this towns pronouns are found bound and wound
to tight ull lose might with the noose right/and the new right that disapproves what u right
the dark that replaced the facts dont lack/the skys black the eyes reach to attack
they reflect the intent of dement and rezent/small percents that with no concent for this sent
plug ur no's sulfer and smoke voltures and gohsts alters and popes in clokes
who ulter whats spoke u can call it a hokes until ur all are lost and disposed
let it be known the sign of the times isnt rhymes /its the crimes of minds that dispize
try to find a design to the minds but the fact is there blind its a crime of the times
righters cry kids to uncover there eyes dads spouting verses of lies hundreds of times
demented the red life giveing to dead so passave and festive false truth that they said
steel heats till bends no more truth is read a generation is fed lies till there dead
ashes as beds when atlast they awake to there past the flaims that chose 2 dispatch
and task just a mass of dumb ass's in mass tryin to dispose of the facts that they cast
as evil they laugh blind to the burden of a ignorant person leading ignorant persons

burn it down- well sayl it flaims when its dead
burn it down well say it ashes when its dead
burn it down well say it bones when its dead
burn it down...well say it best once its dead

enter the proof of he who is made blind to the past is doomed to rezume
they have not a clue they had not a school just fools being rules by a fool
thump on sole book that they hold not burnt by the old just baughten and sold
renditions are cold just do what ur told got crops to crop and laundry to fold
dark ages are born by firey forms who burn what was born with there scorn
pages were torn information unmorned just chared and forlorn in the ashes that form
were wareing a scowl there misrible now no excape from there hate or there town
the shadows they staged with the blaze on there face was insane and amazed
how it showed the depth of there gaze but not the intent of the flaims displayed
page 4 of a novel it should of been codled and honerd not botherd and fondeld
tossed like a bottle to an ocean of fodder a message to honer and role model
ignited with haist like invided to taist the posidon of flaims then back to the chase
no insite to replace aint got a symptem of wisdom just fear for unknown and crimzon
made decisions without any persicions starting fires is dumb if neer straw conditions
page four had enough blown by a gust to the roof were it stuck with flaims to conduct
towns people were fucked dont feel disgust just trust to constuct fire neer home is dumb

burn it down- well say it flaims when its dead
burn it down well say it ashes when its dead
burn it down well say it bones when its dead
burn it down...well say it best once its dead

promethius stole the flaims of gods, icoris flew high until he droped/
now promethius is locked in that spot, and icoris knows the sun is hot/
legon told jesus to do his worst, the watchers made love with evil births/
leagons died with a flood on earth, get close to the fire u will get burned/
Track Name: 10.Lifes Tug of War
this ships sinking, pass me a violin ill ride it out
im wilein out inside trying to find an out
deprived of sound rock bottom time is found
like i could spy the ground my time is now
i dispise the crowds they circle like there paid too
and all you act like fake smiles how you paid dues
i hate you, worship saten cuz i hate a god whod make u
if ur life depended on mine id die to not save you
i feel like roach from people under the stairs
without an approach to release me from dispair
and sence these jokes make you seem unaware
you can burry me with laugh tracks and pretend i was never here
add minor repairs a coat of paint and a lobotomy
we can rebuild him captain we have the technology
no proof no harm. i get loose and go hard
your bout to tare me apart wish ud let loose of both arms

lifes tug of war when everyone one in your world
is at odds with them selfs but blame everyone els
and they ask for your help but you no you cant help
its best if they fend for themselfs/u cant learn till u fend for urself

this planes crashing, take my parisute ill sit tight
hopen for a next life i can waist try to get right
seems more like lookin forword to a grizzly to fist fight
this shoes snug tell fate this skin dont fit right
tomarows a new day inwich to over stimulate
pretend one day we'll innovate until we insinerate
get it straight we aint on tredmils but we run in place
and everyones lookin stoked like there bout to win first place
on the ss earth taken a voyage thru space
leaven fingerprint steps to retrace and skin flakes
give me a break i left plently of dna to play with
ill feel greeeaaat, after this tummy tuck and face lift
do it yourself plastic sergerie changed the game
now you dont need a degree to kill the nerves in your face
you look frozen in place but its clear to see were going down
wish we could all be as happy as you look now

lifes tug of war when everyone one in your world
is at odds with them selfs but blame everyone els
and they ask for your help but you no you cant help
its best if they fend for themselfs/u cant learn till u fend for urself
Track Name: 11.We're So Vein
im not here to be the life party man
im only partly man with some carny fans
they say if i stick with it could be worm food
counter colter colt classic rappin old dude
im that different guy who never like u
for no reason all ways looked like he wants to fight you
donny darko different jerry only misfit
with out the murch to disperse u cant get it
but everybody raps now adays scummy
clip ur favorite funk riff and tryn to c they money
everybodys got a dj buddy it aint shit
download fl studio and make the next big hit
eyedea is dead guys nas was right
sage francis sings country when he grabs the mic
i dont fit in with these big kid underground fakes
im a real person slash sergion over drum brakes

you dont no who we are
we dont care who u think u r(x2)

were so vein, we no this song is about us(x2)

last year flew by, made 2 more cd's u cant buy
started maken instrumentals u cant find
and stayed underground enough for nobodys to identify
why wouldnt u twist ur mind and try to rhyme
were all self involved, self mudilaters
thank god we could find any knives or razors
found some pens and paper and cut deep
u cutters cant gash half the depth of my lose leafs
were righting about ourselfs writeing bout everyone els
measureing our mental health by the level of stealth
so no when u ask y i changed my style up
its cuz i wanted to be the one to make u laugh for once
fraudien in theory realistic in practice
lost apon the minds easily sparkd like matchsticks
everyone has an issue or 2 up in there minds eye
only reason some are egnored is cuz that eyes blind
Track Name: 12.the Internet Killed Everything
power chord word processesing mother bord
now were board and need some other goar
dont cowar for little billy has seen a war zone
but not the sandbox from the confert of his home
facebook got friends played myspace just turned gay
were too bussy to talk boy better learn to abrieviate
omg my bff is dtf smh fml wtf y go online to read less
lol's a lie were sedated off this mass comunication
and the mental constipation from injesting sensations
from douch bags a million a minute tellin everyone
there bull shit opinions without shocking anyone
were desenceitized dead in eyes no prospects to rise
the contents contrived to sophmoric to project ur mind
i dont read books bitch i read blogs!
the mp3 market got my CD sales gone!

video killed the radio star(x3)
then internet killed everything els

vonniguts dead braudbery's dead too
slaughter house 451 forgotten were all screwed
mark zuckerberges alive and rich as shit
warner bros owns the world with its constituits
corperations that own the tv and the radio
also own the record compony and the studios
pump the public so full of bull shit its discusting
hearing the money the rich boarding discussing
noing it reall them franticly fucking the common man
there robing the hood call us notingham
the rich get richer the rest get shit jobs and morgages
we pay this injustice no mind like we cant afford the shit
like oliver asking for more and shit we grovel and fuss
about tax cuts and political constructs that con us
force a man scaresity of truth and aparently
he'll enslave him marily voluntarily

video killed the radio star(x3)
then internet killed everything else
Track Name: 13.Let Lying Dogs Sleep
definition of dope, im the harion in ur needle
a cross between the mountain goats and mac lethal
i hate people dont find my way out my house much
so hit me up ima be at my crib getting drunk
i get fuck up and drunk dial sorry for the late call
like r u sleeping my bad i just wanted to say i hate yall
these rap fans are bland over generalized in nature
cuz my topics dont include pushen wait or stacken paper
they say i must be knee deep in cows and sheep
like go' damn brother biggums that poem u wrote was deep
fuck yall i aint worried bout ur opinions of my shit kids
call me a misfit i give swift kicks to limp dicks
u lack luster cartoons are fishing hooks to this harpoon
see me at high noon i got a rounds 2 get u and them five dudes
fuck a crew ur sets fake ur clicks queer and ur boys week
i dont play got a monopoly on this spiteful shit so dont speek

theres a lot of things i would tell you
but most of yall wouldnt believe me
theres a lot of thing i would tell you
wouldnt believe truth let lying dogs sleep

call me crazy, who are you?tu che'
whos name do i protray make me clichey
photocopy my personality post taist
laminate the copy and fax it to space
give me a price tag and bar code tax me 10 fold
liquidate what my head holds till its all sold
truth be told never let the truth take hold
make me a product mass produced and cold
give me a nikey logo tatto and a pepsi contacts
ill smoke crack for my cateracs and smack for my bad back
from swinging a battle axe when poparazis make contact
ill contact my contacts to spin that into a panic attac
and a trip to rehab, everyone should feel bad
no one ever let me play tag i never knew my real dad
i got beat up in gym class and i cry when ever i hear laughs
plus when i look in the mirror i feel uglyer then seals ass


theres a lot of things i would tell you
but most of yall wouldnt believe me
theres a lot of thing i would tell you
wouldnt believe truth let lying dogs sleep
Track Name: 14.Plato's Cave
figure 8 lateral weed infinity dope concieved
intricitly enlightenment precieved still intreges
500 leages beniethe the concious mind combined
with an ahab vrs white wail metality implied
by the deperate nature that it takes for u to drag
or rather to be drug, up those rungs that clash
with ur sence of self, ego and all that, it aint facts
infact every snow flakes made different from the last
perhaps its cuz each gets placed with a different face
but the truth remains a snow flake is a snow flake
some truth are un deniable simply true by definition
a cat with scales and guils is a fish thats distinction
of what is and what aint cuz some shit is just plane
some shit gets lumped in by dumbs shit with lame brains
some shit gets devided down through personal perceptions
and some shit becomes opion when ur morals become elective


impotence is ignorance is innocents is bliss
or so they say to keep us in platos cave
innocents is impotance is ignorance is the shit
or so they say to keep us in platos cave


like the numbers in a crank pie infinitly dope minds
have fought over the nature of our minds and whats inside
from space and time to war and crime the debate continues
its in you weather or not u can cut thru like a ginsu's
budhists and hindu's gave complex forms of mediations
muslums and christians fought eachother destinations
religion and philosophy are 2 frazes that interupt
eachother mid sentince cuz deep down its the same stuff
and i dont no who i am of late i feel like i exaserbate
the body of which i animate and the world that i cohabulate
i cant explane the teenage mentaily you must of regained
to act out scenes so peebrained like instant replays
and i dont have enough time in my day to resine it away
on finding a way to discribe the underlineing disdain
that eminates in the endless games that we deligate
for chippin eachother away we segregate like selefane

impotence is ignorance is innocents is bliss
or so they say to keep us in platos cave
innocents is impotance is ignorance is the shit
or so they say to keep us in platos cave
Track Name: 15.Quarters
its cold out here when the mountains disapear
and i sink all my fear in a luke warm beer like quarters
but quorter of the time i feel like im on courters
hiding indoors from the morters

swiss cheese my surroundings, hide me front and center
document your findings things are only getting better
i cant say i breath as free as once aspired
the desire to conspire as a means to an ends retired
and as the road winds and stretches in to it
the infinit that feels so intimit i get sucked in to it
and i forget the miles ive left behind me
become a gitty school kid excited to head in blindly
i used to try to surprise myself once daily
now im hopen my mind dont fail me keep me from going crazy
my days are too short to waist them on regrets
i envy those that have the time to constantly reflect
but these eyes are open to the world outside that cave
the shadows that you staged no longer amaze my gaze
trust a man who says he searching for the truth
but a man who claims he found it lies thru his every tooth
ashes to ashes we all fall down

its cold out here when the mountains disapear
and i sink all my fear in a luke warm beer like quarters
but quorter of the time i feel like im on courters
hiding indoors from the morters

super glue the sceenery piece together the scene
caloge the imagry with my perceptions in batween
not quite the truth or an udder work of fiction
a desicion of conciose thinking vrs intuition
gabriel still smiles down to agnolage his knolege
fighting fate for power is an excersize in being pompis
we aint were we thought but thats the fun in it
place bets on tomarow be ready to have fun with it
hope for the best but no that hope is concieved
as a tool in the mind of politiciens and priests
dream of more but no that dreams are as usefull
in attaning the tangible as curing with medamusal
when the sun rises and everyones sound asleep
i feel as if theres nothing but the open road and me
take a drag of my cigarette stare at the sement
cant tell u bout tomarow but right now im content
ashes to ashes we all fall down

its cold out here when the mountains disapear
and i sink all my fear in a luke warm beer like quarters
but quorter of the time i feel like im on courters
hiding indoors from the morters
Track Name: 16.Rearview
fuck the nonsence my prospects are gothic
that of myth like the monster chillin in lockness
my records spotless, been this shit consistant
resistant to deliquint minded miscreint insipidness
get this extra extra read it hear first intimit
you cock suckers can blow me in arabic sanscrit
save your big plan shit for another man with
more free time and lower standers of fantastic
you bland dicks can eat my fat dick till static
electricity shoots into me like elastic and i rap it
shocking! youd think i was satanic how these manic
morning stars get circles rapped around there tactics
adamint verbaly turn obserdity to hyperperbalies
call this my jubily the way i make certinty from ur scrutiny
i spin a tail of honesty so spotlessly
give it my all like bench pressing the world off of me

close the curtains, kill the lights
lock the doors, were closeing for the night

clock out, punch in,
turn the key start th egnition
smoke a squar and rethink the nights decisions(and reflect on this position)

point being im point blank no fake secretion
defying reason befor your eyes and leaven
my mark from the start not brand name just brand new
with lyrics so damn new and past do they stand true
thru this dark age fans inranged feelin half screwed
so im labeled odder then a black jew with a swastica tatoo
in a catholic mass dude wareing a thong bare assed 2
now adays rappers are more processed then fast food
product lacking there taistless and mass produced
hate to put yall out on front street but thats the truth
underground cats suck 2 thats the truth
too bussy trying to sell out to help out anyone other then u
whack beat makers with generic mc's slopily tapiderd
what happend to risk takers? yall only bite rhyme sayer
what happend to honeing a craft for the fact u love the shit
now its people kissin there own ass who love to discuss that shit

close the curtains, kill the lights
lock the doors, were closeing for the night

clock out, punch in,
turn the key start th egnition
smoke a squar and rethink the nights decisions(and reflect on this position)

clock out punch in
turn the key start the egnition
do what u do, leave me in ur review