(AllPoints) Yo, I'm a break that star apart, a hunger artist; Selling my soul in a sober meat market Blood on the carpet in my tiny apartment My mind's in the gutter and my body's in the garbage I Got nothing left to part with Name in the flame when the pain makes it rain - arson I'm not far from particle target Without a damn clue as to how to move into the margins If you got skin, carve it; X marks it, the womb, we're all doomed and starving; The body parts in jars were taken from the heartless I give it to you at a real bargain Five points on the hammer; I'm sick of this ridiculous image forever molded in plaster; My disease is a fastener, ritualizing my slow creep of death, X-Factor I'm at the point where the facts hurt; Unconscious mind and symbolism is my master; Steady, flooded by a wise mind chatter; Everybody dies, the devil wanted it done faster; Give a dap, the creator is back; I want to live and I'm done feeding the rats; I came from an elevator cable laughing at scraps; Part of my paroxysm's bringing my toxicity back I flow with a bone to pick, what's in my teeth; But I'm all out of hope and shit; A sick, starving vocalist, odious Eyes in the mind, I'm so broken; I'm a cockroach taking it home; Setting a housefire in the same moment I don't give a fuck if pain can take over; My body and soul are bi-polar (Oscify) Cold to the touch, really don't know much; So they put it all away, and they fold it up; Symbolism in a vision, but the lens won't adjust; Salt on the roads led to holes from the rust; Etiquette, look at your delicate rhetoric; Soon it will crumble facade of the edifice; Everyone's too much caught in appearances; Ever since humans were thought of as heretics; What a funny little joke; People got a tendency to try to fix what ain't broke How it is, I'm a guess they know; Same old shit, on a different day they though High energy, unfrozen cryogenically Some get so desperate to try anything; Finally, Frankenstein gets an identity; Dr. Oscify, this is my century... ... Cause I'm caught in a calendar year Reflection is closer than it appears The gradient, so many different shades of it; Break the grip of agent Smith in the matrix Current events? Yeah sure, it is; Dropping it all in the cauldron and stirring it; Fascination with the flavor and serving it Last ones to work on it will be the first to quit; Tugging the boat cause I wanted to cope; The face of the monster under the cloak When the clock strikes twelve, where the soft light fell; Heard a sound I know well, like a spiral shell Serendipitous, typical infinite ripple; A picture of historical significance; Rhythmic pulse, biological conduit; Intrinsically written in all music... stupid... do it ...

I got a psychological pattern of thought lost in the rhythm of sinners and demigods I'm affiliated with the responsibility for my own inherent suffering I swing magnificent wing into the sting of the nine rings hell better appear cause its coming to me I'ma lift up the light rip up the shortsighted fear in the megalomania it defines I'm circumnavigating the circumstances of certain death I've conquered them and there's nothing left to circumvent I'm a simple man stuck in the physical realm tired of the routine of infinity sick of myself and if indeed there's demons in me I'm not afraid to raise them from my cortex to my brainstem I must face them from a stake and flame I'm a warlock in Salem I'm just another pitiful prisoner fit for this cage moving through these shadows I can shift up my shape I'm a lift up the weight of this headspace defeat is dead to me I'm a piss on its grave YEAH contaminated lifestyle hey can we turn it around cerebellum cortex the head trip with very little context accepted it's an elemental concept deflected into residential existential eclectic here's validation for your egoic interface pages of history we know have been erased try not to giggle that could be the giveaway darling your pupils are larger than dinner plates have you even been awake or are you walking around zombie-like in a somnambulant state whos asking me anyway some burn out and become ashes in a tray what are you doing if you're not practicing to play sculpting clay in an accidental way on an errand to search for the barrenest turf then determine the comparative worth I mean where does it end to the ends of the earth better check the parameters first am alert, not concerned with the brand of the shirt you got water you can quench your thirst YEAH contaminated lifestyle hey can we turn it around

I'm going on an excursion I'm going on an excursion I'm going on an excursion travel plans, maps of galaxies and planets rap verses in my baggage soon enough we'll be back again starry night, sometimes a party might manifest into the best of safari life deep tones, you can feel it in your bones hard to understand why people want to be clones Autonomous, not an automaton I stand alone touch and go put the rubber to the road is it possible to visit the outer limits of space all the while remaining in one place the sun raise with such grace even when it's shining through the snowflakes awake from the semi-automatic somnambulant thought embrace the whole brain energy transfer system like a coal train where the beats are so strange and the streets have no names lessons where the legends of the cities of gold came where you play is where the soul stays remembering the old days I'm going on an excursion I'm going on an excursion I'm going on an excursion I'm going on an excursion I'm leaving today rain in my face make this matrix my bitch experience clay and makeshift I raise this bag of bones from my gravestone I'm leaving home eyes like aces as I wade the pavement one second every step and I'm blessed and I know it Only my dirty ego renders me hopeless I hold my souls motion like it was my firstborn this absurd torment certainly poisons my harvest but it serves a purpose excellent when I recognize it spiritual growth and cognitive paradigm shift sick with the sunshine and can't keep from smiling superstrings on my violin vibing and giving rise to science A crime when these tyrants are psychologically violent iceman are silently claiming rights to my mindset I be mining spiritual diamonds larger than life I sling stones at giants I'm a David to stagnation's goliath righteousness quick to hide in highlands but I'm hybrid in my approach and I won't choke if I don't find it exit this excursion for a burn I'm clocking milage I'm packing up my tattered knapsack and bouncing losing these towns and finding that grace is boundless hope for the day is food for my wet brain pleasure and pain a dichotomy of a bloodstain and I'm going on an excursion I'm going on an excursion I'm going on an excursion I'm going on an excursion I'm going on an excursion I'm going on an excursion I'm going on an excursion I'm going on an excursion I'm going on an excursion

Yo I'm about as alive as a sick puppy yuppy motherfucking dummy a crummy day with a tummy ache lucid demons and crows halos over headwounds seasoned with salt wingspan affords me with a strange sense of peace man I'm about to resand this box of negative cognition into an empty oblivion forget it sick of running from devils and witches let's do this exorcism Evil compels me to up and a avert my image til it's right side up i be sick to the crucifixes red lights over black streets looking in my rear view two ghosts in my back seat pull me in pieces and zip lock me in bags i'm headed to where i'm destined and i reckon i'm not coming back My life's a vector i find a nectar i never had mind under pressure good luck to existentialist hack tip the burden and bury it serendipitous a catyclysm searching for the benefit Life is a balance between emotion and intellect my dialectics might hold me hostage until my death Victory is within reach then it's history breathing easy call me Mr. antihistamine clarity in a dream no comparing to anything prepared to meet your destiny sitting there with serendipity apparently there's always a reason for everything cycles of infinity will never be complete it doesn't matter what the most advanced thing man makes the greatest art could not compare to the beauty of natural landscapes butter and syrup on a big stack of pancakes vinyl albums by the crate now that's great it was a bit late for a clean slate filled up the chalkboard it was time to erase, uh oh sometimes the biggest changes are subtle fell to the ground as he stepped outside the bubble those are the rhymes frozen in time there's no winning without struggle toil and trouble feel like Harry Potter in a world full of muggles on a different wavelength position to raise stakes caught up in a crash course attempted to change fate on a better path for it it strengthened the man's faith This assemblance of reasoning could either be imprisoning or freeing depending on through whose eyes it's seen this duality a paradox perhaps could be most simply explained through principles of yin and yang when it all begins the only thing that we perceive is the flicker of the shadows on the wall within the cave so then we step into the sunlight experience brilliant color spectrum and 3-dimensional shapes we watch it all unfold like a fern leaf buffalo at the water hole when he thirsty certainly if you want it all you gotta turn the key can't claim we never made mistakes but we're learning evolution

I was cast in the mold of a makeshift ghost and i live in a city with no soul in the wake of a shadow with the ravens and crows and no other place to call home i can only pray there's a pause in the chaos i can only speculate how sick it's all made us it exacerbates the strength of the maladapted thoughts that invade us fade to blackness one cycle of the sun at a time lost in translation through the stained glass it illuminates the sting of the emptiness all along faces these nightmares hide in my mind I'm a sitting duck living up to the pitch blackness this darkness is a reflection of a cultural sickness I'm a live it to the bitter end of my breath and i rid this earth of the burdens keeping me on as a witness and I rip these stitches open with a broken pair of scissors sipping on the elixir of apathy agony is a part of the packaging in this godforsaken city pity me as I writhe in the pit with the snakes and the centipedes came to believe in the shame that was placed in me by the seed of a cultural black sea it was an illusory folly soon to be conduit of misery conducive to defeat there's a reason that we're killing each other when killing ourselves addicted to prescriptions none of them help in bed with the devil himself within a corporate cell as our morals melt becoming liquid regret we become what we resent self-centered energy cynicism is what we reflect cash price on a bag of happiness American flag sulfur on a match head bathe in the flame we became what we hate and the shame is a blade in our back we've acclimated to the weight of the mask and we lack the strength to regain what we had self-deception is the game and we laughing playing strait from the path push back on the fact that we're lost Beyond the shallows everyone was there where they found distant hallowed we have now been self-aware Found em on the doorstep far beyond a cyclical orbit so tell me are you a shooting star or a comet are you in a daze, lost like the rest, or just another knight trying to throw down the gauntlet point to the sky saying how far we've gone when the regularity of heavenly bodies taunts them melancholy in the face of a quiet submission at the base of a dire condition felt the folly of my superstition they still would let others define their religion promise you lost it, will find it again inside new beginnings but why would you listen theory of moral relativity where intellectual lemmings breed quickly quarantine the vicinity and then ignore it for quantum infinity the slope astonishingly slippery I tell you, you gotta be kidding me hypnotized and caught in the imagery purports to set you free, yet still imprisoning literally, and we come undone from conundrum of conformist in a video game with the trees continually rendering for the forest these clouds precipitate storms quick and a bean counter ain't taking no losses sum of its parts can it ever be more than only if you know how to read up on your trend poured into the porcelain with the cork in it by the courtesan spin a yarn folklore again didn't they all go to war to win be reasonable I implore you then to deeply reach into the core of this to each its own the social order sits on creeping slowly as tortoises but what's the point in this if you're dull and dim better sharpen up quick if you want to cut it just another number to them run of the mill and I want to see somebody win just another blustery wind above the abyss and a cluster of stems push another button again antique artifacts that rust in the end Beyond the shallows everyone was there where they found distant hallowed we have now been self-aware

Two broke locs and a DJ pass on that whack shit faster than freeways fort collins flagship back in the day my man Oscify got something to say uh, dropping raw noise with Allpoints keep it fucking ill like there's not a choice straight up I just lay in the cut real crazy shit you couldn't make it up sick with it, fixing to mix legitimate religious hip hop too heavy to lift this shit show in this bitch give it up like Christmas bleed on the track like I got my wrist slit Don't you tell me to stop most ridiculous so we keep it hip hop mag wing flying straight to the top no matter what can never be what your not heavy heads are bobbing for god sake hold em backstage we flipping some fly tapes energy integrated into the whole space make the music shift into a new shape no matter how hard we try It's a sign of the times don't wanna let it walk by away it's just a sign of the times no matter how hard we try It's a sign of the times don't wanna let it walk by away it's just a sign of the times Two broke locs and a DJ pass on that whack shit faster than freeways fort collins flagship back in the day my man Allpoints got something to say We don't respond to hate open my wingspan and let the track lace 3rd eye vision shooting life strait the magic of the mind too beautiful to waste Spit flows to hit you in the ventricles Things are looking good like a centerfold let it go don't believe everything that's in your retinals never fold, it's the greatest story never told reality asking me please to be set free ready to leave even though it appears deadly vapors pass an aggression of new flavors into a new dimension to grace haters without prayers sell it at the fair you can smell it in the air never coulda been pegged as intelligent but square revving up the gear but it never could compare felt tip share the information that made him well aware