"IRALESSON"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	This beat is the rise and fall and ebb and flow inside our skulls - keeping it Direct to paint a perfect picture in the form of sound' puttin' it down! Complex contemplation about Cadillac's rolled up on some astroturf... Feel the rukus!!! Crtv Dstrctn fuckin' with your shit like it was busted! What!?
	CD: unrealesed   Label: DIY Ethics Credits: The Collected Unconcious, Direct, Etcetera tha Omni-1, SL the Unseen
	Story Behind the Song There are many pieces at play here, burly autochromaticated orchestra hits mingled with sumbliminal bells and a sharp snare. A falling piano scale drops you square into a bubbled out hook and the song leaves you with a heated verse and a scratched out outro. The song is about keeping a lifted self through direct action and hip-hop fortitude. "Ain't no one but us that we are responsible for." Each verse was pieced together on seperate nights. And the song simply rips. Lyrics (The Collected Unconcious) Captivate, fascinate, cause capricious change in the eccentric dendritics of the brain, I walk this path of thoughts in your mind when I'm talking Hip Hop, wait stop - my mental configurations manifest destination, nothing less than complex contemplation, my definition of antistagnation, spontanious sensations, squeezed from Empirical glands that I mold with my hands of concentration, so I can sculpt the results of my loose imagination, freed from the incarciration of my cranium, in the form of sound, I'm puttin' it down. I'm screaming "Dreams-miraculous!" I attack and twist this beat like a freak-beast craving fresh meat - I blast and kick down the walls of these obsticles-head first in a couragous/luminous burst and prevail triumphant and ready for the worst! I got my confindence equiped with a conscience to exterminate these flaws I remove with rawness, move on to be the best I can manifest with my competence on the axiomatic axis of my logic. I circumnavigate before I penetrate your state of mind, fix a point to strike and spellbind- Aurora Borealis in your brain when you finally find the meaning we've been trying to confide! (Direct) That’s why its direct, concise, correct, conscious, and complex. Cultivate concepts in cognizant context-connect-confidence to conscience. Commence with common sense and introspect the contents, confess conflicts, conquest the constricts, circumvent the contempt for competence, all on the constant, all on the constant… all on the constant. (Etcetera tha Omni-1) It's Defcon 5 - barameter's on the rise, mercury is hot, "Commin' in from all sides!" metaphor for life and the way that I live it breaking days down to hours down to minutes down to instants! (Direct) This eloquent existence keeps my mental lifted, leverage over these ducks and penguins, if birds the word than I’m an eagle and I see it all - (Etcetera tha Omni-1) -with the rise and fall and ebb and flow inside my skull I run with a cast of classic culture killers! No additives or fillers! Just grassroots vs. astroturf. Synapse patterns surge, greymatter sizzles and burns, blowing out your nerves when we serve merged words! (Direct) Words served merge in your mind. Mind mind, space and time as the only boundaries. That’s how I found me surrounding, astounding those with cataracts the size of Cadillac’s in their third eye! (Etcetera tha Omni-1) I-Self Apocalypse works as a catalyst catapulting spirit to the upper stratus. Humble and fearless my stares leave imprints an intense confrontation with a deep metamorphosis... (Direct) ..reborn like horror flicks time and time again, but we constantly re-write’n the scripts, I gets lift from life when light shines in the mourning, at every rebirth exert drive to keep going... (Etcetera tha Omni-1) ...like cartoon character epic anvil off the head shit - all over the hectic we spit perseverance. Streetside you'll recognize us by the vibe inside your mind we'll be the drivin' diatribe - jigsaw carving your mental into stencils until any thoughts you think spray like paint - marking the reaches of our wildest claims- Illspeak, Madwits and Badbrains! (Direct) I aim for pain because I gain from that. We strain these facts until we slain the wack, the flames attack, my zodiac splits in half and I have at these half ass cats who don’t know how to do the math. I subtract what they lack and add my knack for tracks words and beats and this feat that you see, it beseeches me to reach teach and leave you listening for more cause what we have in store is direct, concise, correct, conscious, and complex. Cultivate concepts in cognizant context-connect -confidence to conscience. Commence with common sense and introspect the contents, confess conflicts, conquest the constricts, circumvent the contempt for competence, all on the constant, all on the constant… all on the constant... (S.L. The Unseen) The unseen are heard through words of anguish, name this child, SL stays loud, conjugate nouns, illustrate the minutes took to shake ink, change gray matter pink, from nourishment, 100%, under consent, my intent, never singular, twist consonants cuz’ I’m always bent like faucet fixtures. My man Direct paints a perfect picture that flickers in the brain like strobe lights, the bold type, never go fight, we protect what we like to believe and achieve success blessed and baptized - detoxified from negativity cause that’s what be killing me and my peops. These streets are ill but we keeps it real! You know the deal and how we feel is the ruckus Creative Distruction fuckin up your shit like it was busted! What!?

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