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median joe
01:58
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I ain't the mean mode or median joe
I swapped the suede vans for spray tanned pumps on the road
Don't cope
Pills for seniors clean to be at the show
Gamble gambits rook to h3 scrapin the stone
Spot of coffee when day begin, really man
From CBM to CBD I acrogym'd again
8pm lights out thats a subtle hint
I had the Joey starter pack like do you need a friend?
Red eyes, thats the shift not the piff keep the truth on my lip it comes round in the end
Sunny side with the shades on the tip what a day what a day to be vague on a mish
These grey lines between whats right and whats rich, don't want ice on the wrist but I really want my m's
Not gettin high with the kids I'm the pride of the 6 and I'll die when it's written
Won't be a fly in this schism
Won't be a code line in your system
You can't divide me, round me up, round me down I deviate from the bell cause I never did listen
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beverage ft. Texture
03:40
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It's the V E G I'm back from the bone yard
Sweep these streets with a crease in my carhartt
Eastern breeze got hold on me so calm
Concrete nueron cold hard calculator
Cable connector, whakatu collector
Unbound thoughts from the eye of the inspector
From Takaka hill to the ill city slow ride
Still born dreams with a penny for your harddrive
Read these streets as I jot upon the asphalt
Accent correct when I'm coming from known road
Deep, like gums when he diving
Ancient diviner
Abacus divider
Creep
Though the slum village files
With a tape for your playback HDMI
Blow the dust from the stylus this isn't lo fi
Aye
Underground find him
ACC rhyming
Hoppin on live streams
The underpaid climber
Forest green iris
Scrolling through liveleak
Awh
He's the old city viber
New city rider
Never the wiser
Awh
The crate day hider
Earthquake survivor
Hand the man the bever age
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sky fallin on a cloudy day
knockin door to door with paperclips what you got to trade?
make the sahara out of a sand pit
my left foot in the past right foot in the mix
how the hemisphere shift know the emissary
a spooky happenstance might lead to the obituary
I burn a tree no one to see so did it really happen?
helis up above dumping dust upon the land I blackened
not movin backwards, the flow of times a funny thing
a butterfly cause of course I had to snap its wings
futures off course what impressions this here hand can fling
fiddle with the sands of time till fatalism makes me king
I know the holy path I tread might rob me of experience
some things are written in the gassy balls above the pyramids
I bought a ticket to the show so imma take the ride
aloof and wavey I've destiny up on my side
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time gone ft. GWIZ
04:36
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for times gone, time spent, time to grow
have I fallen, or risen from on old plateau
from belly bump to a man to an ocean throw
I'm from the land down south where the willows hang low
for times gone, time spent, time to grow
have I fallen, or risen from on old plateau
from belly bump to a man to an ocean throw
I'm from the land down south where the willows hang low
another notch on the wall, awe inspired tendencies
the port of call, wonder why I'm always drawn to the passage of ephemeral concepts
the don steps left hold the hands of the clock beat
on an and on till the rhythm is gone
all I want is to love but the paper is torn
and in an intimate way the next moment is born
in an impermanent phase my words missin' the point
Like I'm a fish in a wave wondering what could be water
So slow are the days but months flash and they boil
And years stain me like oil
And that's the nature of experience
Wouldn't fill my head with unearned knowledge
I don't practice what the theory is
Cause magics for the curious
In an unturned solace
only matters what the feeling is
In the end it only matters what the feeling is
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5. |
without u
04:10
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Like a debt trap
My interest is compounding
Since she jacked me for collateral my stomach she impounded
Repossessed
These east streets are lonely with no compass
Northern star up in my pocket, check my phone there's no circumference to this earth
No shape or form to relate or relay my day to day experience na
No language to explain how this point in time stretches back and bends itself through space
I'm an ape with a high tech club and my back straight
To the stars
As I ponder her existence
Put upon this purposeless pit, pity her from a distance
Is her raw data worth opening terminals to love
My dumb brain been eating information surely to corrupt
These ones and zeros in my data space paint a pretty picture
But the hardware's brittle half hearted is the scripture
Half mammal, half artist is the argument she whispers
So I calmly Fibonacci it's all data is this system
Apologies for applying head strategies to matters of heart
I guess these cynical material tendencies what I learned from the start
Travelled worlds of avant garde
Thought the truth was something held
by the wealthy and the smart
But apart
from navigating structures and ideas
Lungs expand, limbs retract to my side when you are near
Whats a whisper in the wind? Artefacts of your endearment
Where the fear leant the feet went thats everything I'm hellbent
On moving through this stream of time not at a tip toeing tempo
Not forgotten contemplations but an honest conversation
With the faces and facades of interactions on this space ship
Through the glaciers of the past my genes reflect from distant places
This is payment
For the project
Of expansive civilisation
People cut down
for a concept
its a contest
between nations
but my state is
mental
body is
rental
It's the touch of another
That this fleshy form is meant for
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