1. |
Theory of Forms
02:10
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Hot potato conversation
Conscious state of constant hatred
Conjured in your mama’s basement
Mama raised a college rapist
Knowledge aimless, nada changes
Not today and not for ages
Gaza raids cuz God deranges
God forsaken watch your language
Contemplate the constellations
Commonplace atomic waitlist
Comic pages, comma placement
Wash away the waters ancient
Want the wave but got the pavement
Dropped the cave but not the cavemen
Bottles breaking, bombs are blankets
Promise makers, Prada bracelets
Odd arrangements, complicated
Holidays from hollow day shifts
Holler praise in collars, anklets
Honor bankers, lobster banquets
All the same who caused the pain the
Office agents lodge complaints and
Process payments, awkward ain’t it?
All the rage not all courageous
Offer danks and water basic
Coffee shakes us all awakened
Caught you taking off vacation
Crossed your name and lost your paycheck
Paltry wage, low compensation
Pawn for games, no jobs or training
Lost again no poncho raining
Boxed in framed Picasso painting
Shot Cobain and aqua shaming
Shaman, Satan oscillating
I was saying, I’m just saying
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2. |
Traces
02:47
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I was cleaning out the basement
Trying to make the studio space more sacred
Opened up a box, inside was a psychological evaluation
From back when I was three, already on the road to medication
And they wonder why I like the libations
Maybe it’s the way I was raised up to deal with my nature
Wait
It’s not worth having the debate
I just hope that I can pay
Attention long enough to finish up the mix tape
Cuz the herb and Concerta mix great
Stick to the cerveza and the bourbon or I’m sick the next day
Spit the best way I know how
Straight from the soul, so right now
Go write how you got a flow tighter
Than the next schmo in the crowd
I’m happy just to float on my cloud
And I won’t come down
Taking comfort in self loathing and doubt
Attached to both the bad and the good
Aspects of my childhood
My smile shouldn’t confuse you
If I love you then I’ll prob’ly abuse you
But only in the ways that I’m used to
Conditioning
And you can take a pill to change it
Anafranil to Xanax but it still stays buried in the basement
Deep down underneath the faces
Of cartoon characters and traces of top 40 playlists
Ronald Reagan
Exploding spaceships
Adults with eroding patience
This is when you chose to say shit
About yourself that you put up on your shelf
With your photo pages
Stowed away in this digital age of invisible cages
Enslaved individuals crave validation
Derived from a child’s deprivation
And it takes elevation
To see it’s all founded upon a foundation
Of conditioning
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3. |
Practice
03:07
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In the midst of a freak out worldwide
Peaked out my third eye
Then hid back down inside
Let me off this ride
A spiritual gauntlet
I'm feeling like an omelette fried
They're telling me it's all in my mind
No It's all in the soul
Feets don't fail me, walking in the snow
Walking in the rain
Am I only here to talk and entertain?
And learn that all consciousness is pain?
The pleasure an escape
A measure of the sever, of the break
Of the memory from whence you came
Tried to change the conversation but it went the same
Complications of a nation that had gone insane
I said to let me off this train
But I'm here
Though I'm not of here
And everything’s not what it appears
But the why is unclear
Daughter, wife, son, mirrors
Wipe the scum to gear up
Fight your number one fear
One beer, two tokes for the stage show
The questions are age old
The messengers stay draped in gold
They don't know
They were not made in Plato's mold
Got you to play cards they won't hold
Got you to say yolo
While their plates so swole
Might drop you a day old roll
Feeling like an eighth of an eighth of a whole
Smoke an eighth of an o
Just to stay in control
My soul!
Maestro play the track
My goal take it back
To before I could act
Like I was something more than I am
When the fact is I am even more than that
I am that which is all that has ever happened
Has been imagined
Handling straps, you should handle your baggage
The trap is believing this matters
I see it as classes
"We talkin' bout practice"
Stay woke
Stop looking for scapegoats
And praying for bank notes
They're great till the bank closes
They say to focus
In this age of unnoticed changes
The motivation strange
Serotonin of notifications
Noses and faces
Scrolling away through the notable places
Nowhere is sacred
call me old or a soul that's awakened
I see the holes in the matrix
Its only knowing the basics
I'm still exposing the layers
A minister on the dais
Administering the prayers
Skins and shirts for the players
Registers and conveyer belts
We may as well pay as they weigh ourselves
I'm painting my jail cell
It's fatal if it's blank or it's painted well
The pain ain't with till the pain is felt
You take it in vein so the brain'll melt
To taste a small escape from the game
Congratulations, you played yourself
Expanding the frame
Cuz The same imagination won't take the belt
I'm raising hell
Till there's heaven on earth
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4. |
Fine Ppl on Both Sides
02:26
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So ign'ant you fuckers
Thinking you sweet you just hitting buttons
And eating up chicken nuggets
While fuckin your sisters and cousins
Not knowing history doesn't read
But he breeds by the dozens
Trump is his Caesar
But geezer can't buy an insulin pump
Thinks liberty's giving a bunch of liberals a kick in the nuts
They tell me I'm punching down
Wonder how when he's winning so much
He's grinning through bites of another sandwich of shit for his lunch
But asking what happened when half the plant has finds their shifts have been cut
Shifts in the weather patterns don't matter, he's filling his truck
His boys coming back from Iraq and Afghanistan sick and on drugs
Why won't these athletes stand for anthem, he's sick of these thugs
Doesn't own jack but he has the back of these capitalist slugs
I'm only rapping because the past's coming back and it sucks
The present I'm wrapping it up
At fascists I'm grabbing my nuts
Looking down with an eagle eye
You can see that the American dream's a lie
Barbed wire round your own piece of pie
Zero sum the ideology and it needs to die
You're thinking you're off the hook
Cuz you're thinking and talking books
While you're drinking your coffee
Awfully serene in your neighborhood
You say you'd be saving all of these places you label hood
If only you're able but for your kids they say stable's good
You take em to soccer practice and plays and piano classes
Amazing their playmates all have the same economic status
Maintaining the status quo your allegiance
You pay your tacit agreement
And pay your taxes to see no riff raff
While you're eating
When low income housing's
Proposed at your city council
You say it can't be allowed
It'll bring the property values down
You'll shop and you'll gamble and grab a sandwich at Hockey town
While buying the land of abandoned houses they knock to the ground
Oh you're not a racist but in your spaces you're locking out any face if it's black or brown
That's how racism happens now
Chorus
Looking down with an eagle eye
You can see that the American dream's a lie
Barbed wire round your own piece of pie
Zero sum the ideology and it needs to die
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5. |
Dog Walks Ape
02:04
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I’m from a place where if you got bars, then bustin’s the norm
Get high as heck, and school you on justice reform
I don’t even gotta cuss up a storm
Y’all must just’ve been born
Being human’s an uncomfortable form
I’m a spirit, illuminating something before
We could ruminate, you feel it in the thump in the floor
Shout to my homie Justin of course
And the homie Dustin, not for nothing, wish I talked to em more
But I’m walking the dog and talking to this tape recorder
More or less an ape with less weight and more disorders
Think we're civilized
Peep the cages on the borders
Wages underwater
Seeing danger in the stranger on the corner
Laws for making order
But we taking orders
Trying to escape these quarters and dimes, dollars and cents
Time is so logical, hence
It's not an optimal lens
There's more than just the optical sense
Don't stay propped on a fence
Till you end up in a hospital bed
You think these obstacles end?
Better job, better friends
It's better not to depend
I never stop the metacognitive cleanse
Not every thought is a gem
And those you make audible tend
To be the particles caught in your web
Never said that it was all in your head
The heart is relevant, don't
Retard development like swallowing lead
Are you being followed or led?
Swallowed or fed?
Hollowed out or making room for knowledge of self?
I'm not a doctor but was doctored from the cards I was dealt
Now I'm just finishing the story that I started to tell
But first I gotta feel it
Don't smoke it away
Don't drink it away
Some days you gotta feel it
Some days you gotta feel it
You can either mope in the dark
Or open your heart
Sit around and hope for a spark
Or throw all your darts
Either way you're living
Either way you're dying
Either way you're living
Either way you feel it
Some days you gotta feel it
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6. |
E.G.O.
03:35
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You on that “they go right, so we go left”
I’m on that ego death
And never follow other people’s steps
How fuckin narrow does your peephole get?
Staring down your barrel I don’t see no threat
I just breathe those breaths
And release those stresses
Move like water like the beat moves necks
Spit fire like the letters in the Hebrew text
To keep my chi in check is the essence
Not to see who's bestest
I don't see success as a checklist
In competing I'm the least invested
IP protected
BS detected
Reject your premise
I don't need defending
Family's connected
Fans east to west down to Texas
A guest here making guesses
Never sweating the guestlist
I guess I said list
Already but my pen is relentless
The better the sentences
The better's expected
To settle for less is depression
I only wanna leave an impression
Like a leaf in cement would
Drop seeds that grow older than redwoods
Catch dreams like ovals on beds could
Catch up if it's over your heads
I'm the dopest on meds
Since they doubled your rent
Got a couple of kids
So I fumble and fret
With Every stumbling step
Can't a rapper say something direct?
All that mumbling's dead
Be humble instead
Do justice, love mercy, no need for the cred
Pull it all together like the needle and thread
Micah 6:8 all that needs to be said
Edging God out, that's the ego
To leave no
Room for the spirit
Or for hearing other people
Kill your ego
Kill your ego
Best food I ever ate was a mango in Mali
Poorest people that I've seen but the way they were smiling
You wouldn't know it
All our ways are so folly
Wasting our bodies and minds
Not even trying to contend with the soul
Never tended the soil
And we tend to destroy
That's accelerated entropy, boy
You know the ending so the ending is spoiled
So go head and enjoy yourself
Or try to learn that there's no self to enjoy
It's an illusion that the selfish employ
To keep us helpless and coy
Separate and void of direction
Stressed, annoyed and depressed
Expressing voices in heads
Instead of noises from chests
Choices are poison at best
I'm on a spiritual quest
And wanna put it to empirical test
I'm not here for the rest
I'll be here when you hear what I said
I'm out here where the galaxy ends
Reflecting light into the camera's lens
I am every day the calendar's read
Holding everything and nothing in a pad and a pen
I might fast and repent but never super religious
Believe I’m part of a plan but never been superstitious
Even the blind can see the way that it isn’t
I'm seeing clear but have no faith in my vision
Cuz it’s strained through a prism
Plato insisted that the angles are twisted
Ankles and wrists
A brain thats simple thats the bane of existence
Chained to a system
As it flails and twists
Over the mangled abyss
Fear, ain't it a bitch?
Got folks believing all the craziest shit
My only question why I came to exist
Consume the food on which the angels subsist
Head in the clouds till that's the place where I live
Edging God out, that's the ego
To leave no
Room for the spirit
Or for hearing other people
Kill your ego
Kill your ego
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7. |
Be Longing
02:42
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Is it so crazy
Homo sapiens
Lookin for saviors
Linda Kasabians
Livin in trailers
Digging for aliens
Hidden away till they kill Ms. Tate
And get in the papers
Wishing we'd face it
How we live profane
Pretending it's sacred
Isn't the way
But you get it
If you've looked through the matrix
Every philosophy has meaning on a limited basis
Catching a criminal case
Isn't dissimilar
From giving your days
For minimum wage
Both fill us with rage
Both feel like a cage
But only one can make society remember your name
The devil is fame
You feel like lower levels are lame
And so susceptible to heavenly claims
To men with death on the brain
There's no question it's sane
If you can see it through the lens of their pain
Homeless and afraid
These omens give a taste
Of wholeness and a place
The whole lesson of shame
And trying to cleanse it away
You want friendship and faith
That's not dressed in a cape
How is it less nonsensical than tempting by snakes
Who wants to think that we're descendants of apes?
Unintended mistakes?
That's untenable
But temples to pray
Are too conventional
I'm out here for adventure and change
And feeling sensual
We're mostly of consensual age
At least eventually
He said it's how we're meant to behave
If we expect to be saved
He said we'll get if we gave
All our possessions away
It's codependent but hey
So is the regular way
It's all relative, your relative's whoever you say
This helter skelter shit is every day
It's still relevant
The donkeys and the elephants play
We're still helpless
They're too selfish to consider what self is
Sellouts to wealth, trying to sell us on wellness
Only listen to you if you're Lennon or Elvis
We're listening too, and the music compels us
We do what it tells us
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8. |
Kaddish
03:17
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Too much nonsense to process
Obsessed with the prospect of progress
But progress is a bitch, she’s shifty
And sometimes the bitch leaves
But I got a few tricks up my shirt sleeves
If your niche is kitsch then curtsy
Yid Knishes got these shiksas saying kiddush, they thirsty
Visions of Guernsey
Milky, honey
Doing what I can for this filthy money
But the bills keep coming
Suburb where I grew up looking hood now
People of the book stay cooking up that good cow
Push sow to the side
Chow mein and movies for the Yuletide
You’ll do, let’s ride
Left side passer of the hybrids
High while my kids
Are hopefully not watching violence
Just looking for quiet behind eyelids
Guys spitting wise, some guidance
Exercise your right to silence
Your highness
From a long line of Hymans and Esthers
Investors in wine and diamonds
In diners designing rhymes without minding the time
But thankfully the beat’s timeless
So pay your homage
Say your Kaddish
Pray that God gives a sane state of mind
In a state of monsters
Stay the course, pay to sponsor
Your haters till they’re eight across
And you spray them all, take no hostage
Say your kaddish
Make a Nosh Pit
Wake up Auschwitz
Reaganomics
Bagel options
Dayglo toxins
Waco conflicts
Pay no mind, pay those dollars
Playdough spines, play those concerts
Say those hot words
Decoupage
Fake fromage
They don't got work
Tater tot nerds
Faygo pop squirts
Fait accompli, failed doctrine
Dreidel top spins
Drain the swamp, save Wisconsin
Gravitas, gravy sausage
Safe deposits
Safety first, take precautions
Baby thirsty, save the cost
Place a curse on the baby faucet
Baby ostrich
Say they hawks, they be soft
Sadie Hawkins
80s Dawkins
Great applause taking losses
Analog grainy quality makes it awesome
Maybe y'all should
Take it with a grain of salt and
Play along, play the possum
So pay your homage
Say your Kaddish
Pray that God gives a sane state of mind
In a state of monsters
Stay the course, pay to sponsor
Your haters till they’re eight across
And you spray them all, take no hostage
(The ending is a recitation of the Kaddish prayer in Hebrew)
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9. |
Fire Going
03:09
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Every look you get is cursory
You curtsy showing courtesy
No kernel of the truth inside your perjury
Perp with a perverted streak
Perfunctory slurpin’ on the bourbon
Learned the birds and bees
From an older girl with imperfect teeth
I prayed she wasn’t fertile with the fervor of a fever dream
Told her Dream Weaver was my leave it in the beaver theme
Evening, earthlings
Easy how I work the strings
Seasoned with the verses
Seeds to furnish up a nursery
Your raps sound like they’re from the label on some herbal tea
I murder beats
Chiefing on the purple leaf in Myrtle Beach
Flirting with disaster and your girl’s physique
Got her talking bout “nah, this weekend is my work retreat”
You’re the type to catch a Nerf ball nervously (seriously?)
Or holler “not guilty” in a Nuremberg jury seat
Step back, Curry feet
Checkered past, Burberry
Bow down, I’ll curb your teeth
Now you’re eating Gerber peas
Gurgling, Googling how to stop a burglary
Burn ya, leave ya laying in the lurch with Stephen Avery
I bet you like to say you weren’t responsible for slavery
And bitch about how your neighborhood’s become unsavory
All I know is try to keep this fire goin’
Fight against the dying of the light and likely diagnoses
Ride a motorbike into the fire hoses
Walking on a wire that ignite explosives
I’m only here for a minute
If you’re here you’re complicit
There’s some mirrors but it ain’t a funhouse here, is it?
We’re in for a weird visit
And it’s clear that I can’t teach you shit
That’s heuristic (look it up)
Clear mysticism only very momentary
Blame it on the hairy danks or childhood Frankenberry
Make it very simple for the masses? No
Either catch it or miss it if you’re listening slow
Always fidgeted
Snow always glistening
Cold up in Michigan
Holed up and wishing I could just do, what did I used to did?
I don’t even know, but this lockdown isn’t it
Sniffing out the finest smoke
You’re digging for my liner notes
I don’t gotta spend my time telling you that I’m the GOAT
Hip to every quote that Dick Gregory wrote
You’re only quoting That 70s Show
I’m in your head where bad memories go
You try to focus but the aperture’s closing on your amateur flows
I got my ducks in a row
I throw the whole damn bucket of you crabs in a roll
You might could dampen my glow
It’s just the splash before I hammer your dome
All I know is try to keep this fire goin’
Fight against the dying of the light and likely diagnoses
Ride a motorbike into the fire hoses
Walking on a wire that ignite explosives
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My name is WarrenPeace. I'm a Detroit based hip hop artist who drops Authentic Exquisite Bars, meaning raps that express my honest perspectives on life and are crafted thoughtfully and precisely. I'm always trying to say something new, or say something true in a new way ... more
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