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executive producer - brandon ebel mastered by ryan foster at freq mastering, portland, or all songs © 2001 deepspace 5  |
in 1997, an idea came about. bring some ultra-talented nobodies tgether and form an aliiance that could dhake the planet and become one od the strongest conglomerates known to hip-hop. in a word, deepspace5 was born. originally 6 members strong, they set out simply to make groundbreaking independent releases, a good amount of elbow grease and many new members later, deepspace5 presents you with their first collective full-length album, "that night we called it a day".
on march 11th, 2001, the members of deepspace5 assembled together to record this album. spending 12-14 hours a day over a weeklong span in playdough's two-bedroom apartment, the process took place. ideas were held high or shot down, personalities fused and clashed and family was brought closer together as beautiful music was made. stu-dent was pretty hard to control in the hotel after hours, but we'd usually just send him off to harass fong. all but one of the deepspace crew is represented on this, out freshman effort. unfortunatley, illtrip 1 was in a car accident the day he was supposed to fly to dallas to join up. he wasn't hust, but the car was totaled and he missed his flight. so it goes and the legend lives on.
deepspace5 would like to thank you. first off, thank you for picking up this record. it is a piece of our hearts, sould and lives and we hope it brings you much listening pleasure. sincerly, thank you. as far as the rest of you clowns, we wish we had time to thank everyone who has been instrumental to us as artists and especially as people, but we do not. with 11 of us, it would be next to impossible. with that, we would like to thank our wives and families and everyone who has inspired us over the years. also to fong, thanks for always being able to take a joke. most of all, we would like to thank the most high god, yahweh and jesus christ his son. a mere nod inside an album's liner notes means nothing, but lord; we plan to continue to live our lives in your shadow. thank you.
peace and blessings,
manchild
deepspace5
this album is dedicated to illtrip 1 mtr
02 .:|[the night we called it a day]|:. .~'play'~.
03 .:|[elementary]|:. .~'play'~.
04 .:|[stick this in your ear]|:. .~'play'~.
05 .:|[winter in manhatten]|:. .~'play'~.
06 .:|[take the rhythm]|:. .~'play'~.
07 .:|[closed caption]|:. .~'play'~.
08 .:|[this curse i bear]|:. .~'play'~.
09 .:|[ziontific]|:. .~'play'~.
10 .:|[world go round]|:. .~'play'~.
11 .:|[f-words]|:. .~'play'~.
12 .:|[joywriting]|:. .~'play'~.
13 .:|[murder creek]|:. .~'play'~.
14 .:|[thinking by numbers]|:. .~'play'~.
15 .:|[if tomorrow starts without me]|:. .~'play'~.
-back to the top-
[manchild]
when the moon shines at noontime, and the sun blazes at midnight
dark and light coincide, i stay inside and keep the lid tight
catch sight of the morning that passes by through my window
another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
spin slow drawn into strong voice of reason
standin’ in snow thinkin’ of summer,
just longin' for another season
belong in no particular region, but hear i stand
just rocked another show, just can't remember where i am
and my family’s far from here, but the stars are bright this evenin’
or this morning or this afternoon, just got here now i'm leavin’
and i sure remember tomorrow just as clear as i do yesterday
never dance with the devil, cuz i can’t afford that hell to pay
wanna blast through your speakers every time you press a “play”
wanna fix your phonograph so we could set the record straight
dear god i pray, just let me show this world a better way
how you helped through your heart all the times i fell away
i get to say these words and speak my peace to captive crowds
not certain if it's day or night, but i know the time is now
and if we ever lose the purpose as a prelude to the sound
lets just call it a day, and burn my empire to the ground
[listener]
amazingly, the cask of amontillado cracks wide open to vibrate your bravado
sewn up escape body bagger, like i'm the count of monte cristo
world tour: me ill coffee shopping and we're coming to your bistro
we show bright when it comes to your ability
i'll be yelling out homonyms like i dwell in possibility
we're gonna call it a day because i know you're feeling me
listener, rapper, a potpourri of life
all synonyms to cornucopia; i'm so glad you have a wife
in this wolf-eat-salmon world you better grab swords and sell your knives or
you'll get chopped up by needle when it spins over to my rhyme, yo
rap music guys and self titled artists alike
please think twice before you say your things on the microphone
i might not be, but i take it seriously
when you really listen to the words and you're not just hearing me
day and night
wrong or right
spill our guts with every breath on the mike
and hope you call it tight
if it's blind, give it sight
if it's dark, make it light
some call it music
deepspace calls it life [2x]
[playdough]
workin' it out, placin' my feet to concrete
hittin' the street with a vengeance, stench is so sweet
but bitter we consider every circle we pass
probl'y the reason that i’m breezin’ through class so steadfast we push to find the bush that was burnin'
stayin’ determined and yearnin' because the lessons we learnin' are life long
it’s my song i place to erase and transpose
all these average joes with weak flows
who knows not the true an’ livin' rose who ascended
blended with the beat; compete then apprehended
today's feelin' all right – color of nights
being blocked by the shock and the ray we playin’ right
now i've gone a full day without some wackness heard
the ones speakin' absurd are finally heeding my word
and now i'm left with nothing else to say
that’d be the night that i called it a day
[sev statik]
i'm gonna throw thoughts to a page
let 'em fall where they please
let 'em rise to the sky, rain down upon seas
an ocean of possibilities to dwell in
yellin' at the top of my lungs; convicted by stone tablets as a felon
a nocturnal being of love since the dawn of time
watch the sunrise in both my daughter's eyes
permanent shine, find my reflection inside
livin' to die, dyin' to live, with all glory given back to god
[freddie bruno]
it was the night that 24 turned into 12
had to dust my spiral off from the top of the shelf
on a blank page using the utensil of potential
i'm diggin' in my brain so i could rip the instrumental
with 20 bars left, and i'm consistent from the intro
lightin’ candle sticks as the rain hits my window
need to focus in, take the topic and let it flow
got 8 down for the count with 16 to go
the writer's blocks are stepping stones
toward the metronome
erasing deadlines with headlines placed in my poem
nocturnal with my journal, a wordplay professor
the aggressor, resembling soda cans under pressure
i'm shaken but not stirred; deterred from my train of think
now i'm aligned; readjusted to infuse the ink
i wanna handcuff the hands of time
no grace period allotted for; here's the sunshine
day and night
wrong or right
spill our guts with every breath on the mike
and hope you call it tight
if it's blind, give it sight
if it's dark, make it light
some call it music
deepspace calls it life [2x]
[sintaxtheterrific]
bet i'm casting nets that dredge the deep blue ways of wet
god's silhouette on watered palettes painted pink by suns that set
burnt from a long days work, but feelin' fine
tip its cap and pat the moon upon its back as day declines
catch the light switch as you slip into the evening
and curtsey to the sun as it dips below the ceiling
feeling sorta satellite; like the wind beneath my wings
walk a tightrope of gravity; keep lunar kites on orbit strings
man on the moonlight like dream before my time
like the moon reflects the sun; i make the black begin to shine
like the moon rewinds the waters, makes the ocean recline
i collapse your mind; i'm sintax the melancholy kind
redefine the best, framed fresh in terms of holiness
bless the mic device, 'cuz i get nice plus keep my conscience
hence i'll split the tense; mince words like sentence fragments
moondust or bust, cause i aint' in it for the cabbage
the incandescent crescent spits its omnipresent flame
but my fame would flicker out; my name sintax to wax and wane
for the name above names, so glad that christ came
the black burned bright the night we called it a day
shadows step on the one unearthed in every tongue
run underneath the cover of the night-time sun lungs broken and scraped; spoken on shattered breaks
pierce the black hole soul with my faith as i take
break minutes back from father time to coordinate seconds
i surround the 11th hour with sound as my weapon
feelin’ threatened coz they sweat the syndrome of the wicked
heading for your auditory where the listener would stick it
fix it with skill when it breaks from the construction
crushing your framework and far surpassing your presumption
sunrays buy your score; wind notes my surface sings
grey matter meteors on “record” for elohim
and when the sun sets some one lets the mike down
we pipe down, unplug it and leave it tied down
but not before we retire the pen
knowin’ tomorrow we'll be back just to do it again
shackled and scarred
i still maintain my phrase on dark days
a sullen world covered in pain
so from dusk 'till dawn i represent his word
deepspace 5: sent to serve
we travel in the sands of the lost and we understand
we battle with the possible chance we take the cross on your block
in your speakers dues is paid
we out for a change in the night we called it a day
-back to the top-
[sintax]
just another one of god’s little building blocks i guess
do my best to bail out my chest,
my back to bake your progress
i can only guess what i might be when i grow up
maybe saturate the earth if me and oxygen hook up
maybe fuel a rocket ship so that kids can learn to dream
got fire in my bones and so i’m prone to blow off steam
i’m the breath of the sun, from its lung to far flung
got isotopes to poke fun and compounds to become
but wait, what have you done? feel the burn that overcomes
in the plume of my cloud; death to bloom so well endowed
just to shake the earth apart you plan to make my heart to break
scorch the earth and burn my memory with the lives you made me take
coz i’m hydrogen, heaven or hell within my walls
hold my breath and seek peace each time humanity calls
and you can call it elementary
blend with symmetry
periodically we all come together
like it was meant to be
[listener]
through the pressure, i take what you give me and create diamonds
shining when the smoke clears from all the violence
choking out life when it’s begging with arms open
sneaking out lungs suffocating without holding
punishing brain cells when i speak my straight prose
say how i’m taking o2’s innocence as i boast
rain on the aftermath like cold wind in the desert
to send chemical baths starting your growth spurt
drafting out plans to deliver the right reason
stifling life and changing with all seasons
i’ll be the carbon copy, graphite and on paper
crystallizing oxygen that burns into vapor
[manchild]
yo, my very presence is a beacon speaking through the dark
hearkening hardened hearts and those so far apart to step inside
and my reason for being is just to shine bright, and that’s my right
but evil men confine me to bar signs and steal my limelight
so many find sight beneath my reds, blues and greens
love, brawls, crime-scenes amongst the many things that i’ve seen
when i’m large on broadway, main attraction type of program
my trance will pacify and catch your eyes like butterflies
wonder why under my glow all the hookers look so pretty
yo i guess all the time they sit with me from here to sin city
i see past them as they please on the street corners where they work
i illuminate so bright, i see they souls and they hurt
i seen adulterous affairs in all the motels where i work
i might burst into tears if i don’t die laughing first
my name is neon; i glow, i flash, i dim, i flicker
i hypnotize the world with some words in a picture
[freddie bruno]
the dark matter that can’t be created or destroyed
existed when time began as a pointless void
at the ignition of gunpowder i become airborne
and reconfigure anatomy like i was liz claiborne
a non-malleable metal that covers your date
i’m the impeccable toxin on your china in place
i’ve been a prisoners accessory from armory to weaponry
paperweight to deadweight to keys to treasuries
i’m a guide to magnetism, a basis for stationary
a library of rudimentary sound queries
profound theories and my series of relevance
seated at the table of periodic elements
[playdough]
from outskirts of outbursts before shouts burst
you must intake what’s emitted from the plants and the trees
me, i’ve been around and pounded by the lung
responsible for breath control on songs sung
the final exhale for the lives that diminish
to the last push on christ’s words when it was finished
from obscure to the obvious
i obtained and occupy this whole sky
my oh my i fly, but offhand
it’s odd i could sink the mighty men, me and hydrogen
make it official we combine for the ocean
and i send the oscillating breeze so please
i outlast and outshine while you’re outlined in some chalk
i just walk through orbit, the rest of them forfeit
i’m outward searching for some lungs for courtship
so you could abort ship and scorch it
then i most enjoy when hearts overflow,
coz i supply the fuel for songs to overthrow
the flesh we override, it’s best to coincide
with the one who that you, so we flow through with o2
hook [x4]:
[and] you can call it elementary
blend with symmetry
periodically we all come together
like it was meant to be
-back to the top-
"d" to the double "e" "p" space 5
times 2, ten ways to fly with free stage dives
live and direct and everybody's right here
so tag this on your soul and stick it down into your ear
"d" to the double "e" "p" space 5
times 2, ten ways to fly when we stage dive
so, bring it over here, yeah that's the ticket
just lend us your ear and we'll show you where to stick it
[playdough]
my book of notes for quotes where my brain think
it rains ink every time my words dance
you hearing chance from a deepspace brother
the weak take cover under umbrellas of rockafellas, tales of ice
and pipe dreams, we write things in panoramically scripts
we flip dynamic lips and touch pens
inside my journal where the words are eternal
so forever they last while yours pass with the last catch
phrase, i plays with bic to stick men
when we sparring with no physical touch but mic clutch
so keep it on while we're pushing onward we spawn words
reflecting on diseased emcees we done conquered
i've taken friends and foes with amateurs and pros; we're so sorry
your wack verse can't compete with passion
that burns in me so fervently that's why we on eternity chase
throughout deepspace, i take first place in rate race
while you was last place, we gas face
and leave you bare-footed
then show the listener where they can roll it up and put it
"d" to the double "e" "p" space 5
times 2, ten ways to fly with free stage dives
live and direct and everybody's right here
so tag this on your soul and stick it down into your ear
"d" to the double "e" "p" space 5
times 2, ten ways to fly when we stage dive
so, bring it over here, yeah that's the ticket
just lend us your ear and we'll show you where to stick it
[manchild]
manchisidek, get respect, here to stretch your intellect
the punchline is, there's no punchline, but you don't get it yet
here to set it straight and maybe get it off my chest
could never read your mind, so label me illiterate
put my verses versus your verses deep below the surface
deepspace5, i hope you appreciate your purchase
because art without an audience pretty much defeats the purpose
and rapping by myself only tends to make me nervous
but let me in your ear, i'll wander around and then some
swim in the canal and maybe beat upon the drum
i could swing from lobe to lobe to the rhythm of a strobe light
whisper sweet nothings through the distortion of an old mic
van gogh type sound slice up in your space
because we love the way you listen plus the look on your face
i made time stand still, history repeat itself
i picked a fistfight with the future but she hits below the belt
i felt the sting with every breath i took and never missed you
supersonic honesty honestly just to get through
jump through your headphones with every word i utter
hope and pray they don't go in one and out the other
"d" to the double "e" "p" space 5
times 2, ten ways to fly with free stage dives
live and direct and everybody's right here
so tag this on your soul and stick it down into your ear
"d" to the double "e" "p" space 5
times 2, ten ways to fly when we stage dive
so, bring it over here, yeah that's the ticket
just lend us your ear and we'll show you where to stick it
[listener]
it is just not fair comma how you can apostrophe "t" process this
so dash called sagua faire comma in the air exclamation
trying to be compatible so hyphen to dash speak semicolon
with my quotation quotables colon
you love who you are period, i love who i am period
but when it comes to liking parenthesis yourself
you have a question mark period, new paragraph
i have a solution semicolon i have a fresh point dash of hyphen view period
i apostrophe "m" punctuating boundaries ampersand all caps
can i speak to you quotations mentally underscore evidently
ellipses, end line tab
it is so hard to re dash invent myself to a platform
that you can italics understand period
that you can digest comma ampersand
holding your hand comma why question mark
am i the quote infection that keeps your head dash
aching period, parenthesis
if you would listen to the synnergies of my thoughts semicolon
it would keep your quote foundation from shaking exclamation
so, all caps bold, this is for your ear comma for your head comma
and for your thoughts
just cram it in far and you will see dot dot dot
"d" to the double "e" "p" space 5
times 2, ten ways to fly with free stage dives
live and direct and everybody's right here
so tag this on your soul and stick it down into your ear
"d" to the double "e" "p" space 5
times 2, ten ways to fly when we stage dive
so, bring it over here, yeah that's the ticket
just lend us your ear and we'll show you where to stick it
cotton balls, q-tips, toothpicks, pencils
headphones, lint, deepspace instrumentals
flapjacks, eye drops, cigarettes, wine
whoopee cushions, push pins, deepspace rhymes
some could probably hurt you and some are just fine
deepspace5, we're in your ear every time
some could probably hurt you and some are just fine
deepspace5, we're in your ear every time
"d" to the double "e" "p" space 5
times 2, ten ways to fly with free stage dives
everybody's right here til we leave without warning
so stick this in your ear and you can call us in the morning
"d" to the double "e" "p" space 5
times 2, ten ways to fly when we stage dive
so, bring it over here, yeah that's the ticket
just lend us your ear and we'll show you where to stick it
[freddie b freestyle]
-back to the top-
[sintax]
the cloud heaved its chest to breathe the breath of god for heaven's sake
freeze the crystal face of yahweh on a sheet of liquid space
so no man could duplicate or counterfeit his handiwork
press the palm print of the universe on snowflakes to disperse
they descended upon the earth blessed with reckless abandon
fully landed, intercepted by a curse so underhanded
now they're stranded on an island strip in the atlantic
manhattan hides a mayhem in a mask of winter magic
snowing in manhattan like your dreams, it never happened
crashing to the earth because nobody strapped them in
lashing out and splashing wisdom in your face to wake you up
jehovah's living water, but you got a broken cup
and you filled it up with latte and you're sitting at a starbucks
purchase peace of mind, but can't spare poverty a dime
blind believer; snow falling on the cedars
a blanket of blessing is the cloak of the deceiver
got you fitted for a failure that he measured by the meter
draped in comfort's cape, so you got nothing left to fear
except the fear of no escape and the fate to which you're born
a grate on 38 th street in hopes to keep you warm
whether or not you survive the storm doesn't really factor in
if you thought you'd last the winter, then you'd better think again
the world would sell you water, steal a quarter from a friend
you better think again, you better think again.
hook - dust on the cuts --
[freddie bruno]
i keep it ill and rebuild a monolith up to the cosmos
plant spirals on the tip as a landmark for all coasts
take life as a package deal and wander aimlessly
a zombie wearing a smile is what i came to be
took the glitterous gold and made a tithe on sunday
i got it back tenfold disguised as wordplay
now i'm rapping through a winter in manhattan for the listener
heal sheets with blue stripes like i'm your local practitioner
[listener]
so, heal this wanderer standing on this sidewalk lonely
turning my face to the side, sighing to watch my breath
exhale in the air. swallowing to keep from crying
watching people, thinking that all my life i wasn't even trying
cold hearted winter receiving no token warmth for my dying
this cancer of regret has got my voice locked in my throat
stepping off the curb in central park and observing
non-participant of happiness, i know
that it's my fault and i've kept myself locked in my prison diseased
pleased at the time of my sedentary nature
and now consciously merge my life with the fallen leaves.
hook - (dust on the cuts) --
[sev statik]
i'm work for hire which means i ain't seen a dime for my rhymes
but i ignore the business side and dollar signs
i just write what's inside for you folks outside
i gotta follow my calling and swallow my pride
you might see ds5 in some dope magazine ads
like stress and xxl to promote record sales
cash rules everything around these labels
and how they make decisions, how they be painting a picture
larger than life, even larger than christ, i ain't kidding
you think it matters the company, secular or christian?
think again my friend, we've all been deceived
the bottom line is money green with the idea of ministry
it's history; christian acts carbon copy worldly cats
from the sound they create to the image they attach
i ain't saying no names because the truth could get me blackballed
but it's ungodly to be faking and bite off of biggie smalls.
bridge:
the world would sell you water, take a quarter from a friend
you better think again, you better think again
you better think again, you better think again
you better think again, you better think again.
hook x 2
-back to the top-
[manchild]
i like to keep her in my pocket when the fans watch
but i'm the one to pull her pigtails when we play out in the sandbox
and hands stop clapping when manchild's plan's not to
rock upon the rhythm when he rocks you
my shock values electrify and light your darkest secrets
ride the beat. i'll walk beside it on foot if that's the way i feel it
and if that's the way i feel it, there's no chance that you'll convince me
off the beaten path of substance plus you left the rhythm empty.
[freddie bruno]
i exel on spreadsheets to freak the journalistic
captivate the rhythm and ride with my linguistics
performing with the loops let the sentence bring drama
beni hahna avenger with the heart of shama
untitled god sound, astound the freedom fighter
i stay behind the scenes like medical underwriters
highlight a parable grammar fluorescent to see
split your brain up in sections as a lesson for three.
[playdough]
i state fact and playback to rate wack take back
rhythm like an indian giver, deliver inside of this metronome
where poem hits you and splits
inside my spirit where my vocal transmits
rhythm's key so i'm setting her free, ninety degree
pushing clockwise, keeping it quantized and off-wise
over the beat we meet in deepspace
place rhythm in the palm of my hand as contraband.
[listener]
now, we are rappers rhyming rap-style rhymes
with our dj's tracking beats to crack spines
with some blatant accusations pointed straight for your crew
then you stutter to defend you are real, oh are you?.
hook: dust on the cuts.
[playdough]
hey there rhythm, it's me again, tell me, how ya been?
i guess the middleman could be this pen
i use to talk to and walk through they chalk you
traced around your silhouette cause how ill it get
but watch the intellect resurrect, check god's purpose
give me a hat confirming that you truly heard this
yeah, there you go, i show improve just to move
make the rocky path smooth while i'm taking back the groove.
[manchild]
yeah, yeah, yeah admittedly i'm jaded
but please don't blame it on my freestyle or my content or my cadence
or my blatant disregard of the rhythm slash the drum sounds
it's just the fact that i got a lot to say and it can't be dumbed down
i told you that i'm unsound, so deep i make the young drown
dumbfound with one noun with fred b and harry krum now
unbound, i stand at the foot of the cross there intersected
yo, i'll take the rhythm any way that i can get it.
[freddie bruno]
i break the powerpoint while your microsoft attempts
are just some weak demonstrations that are over the fence
your train of thought dissipates like smoke from incense
i'm doing wind sprints, using my voice as testament
with the golden folklore onlookers would hope for
prolific, ziontific phonetic compos-or
revise your whole score, write it out on dirt floor
put the rhythm in my soul til it secretes my pore.
[sintax]
i've got a crown of white wisdom hidden below my ballcap
i'm pencil fight fencing just to take the rhythm back
but if emceeing is believing then sintax just left you doubtless
syncopated the rhythm to the pulse of god's verse.
[sev statik]
and i'll take the reflection of music and use it to inspire men
comply with the laws of physics and send this written around the globe
for those beings who live to be free
no holds barred, transform the sun, moon and stars.
hook: dust on the cuts again.
[freddie bruno]
letters walk parallel with tracks i spit on
on the threshold of stress, push through with stiff arm
maneuver the pen in slow motion on the canvas
your raps ain't fat, the populous is still famished.
[playdough]
i'm hearing breeze from the treetops present in the beatbox
sober like a detox room
i come to consume the volume take the rhythmous spoon
odiferous with the fume in full bloom, i assume.
[manchild]
tie a ribbon around the rhythm; earmark it for the future
mc's lost their motivation like housepets that spade and neutered
play the tutor, make the most, stay the course, make decisions
wake the sleeping, take a chance, shake the world, take the rhythm.
[sev statik]
many words of faith placed inside blue line prison bars
divine intervention to easily discard
fake knuckas perpetrating on wax, cd's and tapes
so i take the rhythm to a new place and mold a new shape.
hook:
-back to the top-
-back to the top-
[playdough]
i swear, i care not what the man thinks
my plan aint paper til drips with the fruit of my lips
yet, if i get no dap from hand clap
from rap that i make, my tangible heart break
[manchild]
with my arms wide open, i hold opponents to my creed
in arrangement, shoplifting stolen moments that i need
play stick ball with my chances, broke the window on a street car named desire
parked next to the chariots of fire
[listener]
held down in this quagmire tarnishing crowns as i perspire
dwindling empires as i plug wires to transcribe my fire
filling ears with my word lives wrapped tight to let you describe
the feeling through your own eyes
[manchild]
and they throw their souls up in the air, cause thats the coin they like to toss
they want life without the loss, they want christ without the cross
pretty faces, empty inside race the runway, although some say
gunplay move the crowd someday, by bloody sunday
[sev statik]
i dont bother writing flows about clothes and cars
record sales is not a measure of how dope you are
and this knowledge is what seperates us from them
i rather snuff the page, then beat it down with my pen
[playdough]
microphone testing, a blessing indeed
i stay pressing the seed, hoping the hearts will receive
in grounds fertile, a brown journal holding the picture
a mixture of heart plus emotion form my lyric to your spirit
hook:
this curse i bear, this curse i swear
yall never know the despair between the kick and the snare
i scream for you to wake up, but you just dont care
you sleeping on my speaking, is my worst nightmare
[manchild]
grit my teeth and close my eyes, still see the misery that kills men
ill just take another step and draw the energy from my children
until then, ill just feel the pain and let you hurt me
cry my tears in a bottle, so you can drink it when youre thirsty
[listener]
inviting you to constantly listen and not just hear
to be here where i am would cause most people to not do this next year
for fear that nobody would listen and only sneer
believing that your target audience wouldnt cheer
makes you so anxious youll just stand clear
well heres a tape and to my thoughts i hope you're near
to my concepts please adhere your mind and life
in the way thats the most advantageous for your to mirror
[playdough]
hey man, i gotta snare and a verse where im bearing a curse
got me wondering if smothering my kick to disperse this hi-hat
im setting it free, its gotta be the same night i called it day
what should i say?
[sev statik]
i write massive amounts of rhymes but the masses dont hear
dont care about checking me out, i swear
i be cursing my verses and these statements i walk on
i guess my talk is too rich for these fools, with jewels in my songs
hook:
[listener]
bound by the realization of what it is that i get up for
because its not the sun not the day
i do it for fear that ill lose my perception in the long run
losing the contrast proverbially of the night to the days bright sun
[playdough]
a curse is squeezed in an ill verse, to a full bar purse
i couldnt spend or bend the rhyme pattern
tryna represent with limited content
then vent my feelings free inside of these emcees
[manchild]
see, its hard to hide the fact that its not interesting when im listening
me a disappointment go together like cigarettes and nicotine
and when it seems my dreams collide with a name on my place card
ill drop below the radar, simply focus on the day star
[sev statik]
its seems to me im hated, cause i choose to be creative
im like a leper in a town of fools
an outcast making statements against deception
sending all of us to hell, worshipping the image of wealth with a poor image of self
[listener]
doing work causing hurt always writing verbs
speak absurd when you heard how i say these words
fleshing out pounds of truth from this recording booth
when you finally came to care about this curse i bear
hook:
-back to the top-
[sintax]
hebron hill sighed with heavy heart, the night to set aside
shepherds stargazing, turning pages in the sky
planets paraphrasing, speak the language of the cosmos
laying flat upon their back to feel the black engulf the globe
stuff of prophets' prose published in the firmament
got tagged with fatty marker just to make his message permanent
palestine wind blows promising her billows
west bank blanket shelter shepherds in her meadows
from the sandal to the shelltoe, velcro to fat-laces
man has walked a million paces but he still can't find the road
but one night the light flash of angel flight was cast
illuminate the plan, the lamb would shepherd man at last
from the now until the everlast, i want to be god's servant
like that virgin riding bareback on a pharaoh beast of burden
from capernaum to bethlehem to ad infinitum
yo, i write em in the wind so my children can recite em.
hook:
so poetic, expressing the styles, shooting the gift
uplift, tear down, bare down in ziontif-expression
stressing the fact bringing it back
to the essence of the presence where it all began.
(repeat)
[manchild]
the heavenly jerusalem pursued
glue my pupils to desktop, use a headlock
induce the labor pains through broken sounds until my best shot
almost seems subdued, so i renew my passion just for you
but you came to my door today just peddling my time away
handed me a booklet from your tower as you watched
and it's not that i don't appreciate your dedication to your faith
and it's not that i'm simply losing patience
it's not that i'm not enjoying our every conversation
i just find it hard to breathe in such a manufactured fragrance
peek my head out of the basement for a moment
where i study the science of zion, spying on atonement
and navigate by the north star's north wind
worship the child with no earthly father who's far from an orphan
explore then implore men to hear it, contemplate it
mankind can only discover what's already been created.
hook:
[freddie bruno]
tribal instinct running the ink my bloodstream
the voice of my spirit that's seen through kings' dreams
interpretated the most hated drawn conclusion
preserving my brain for the future like cold fusion
i'm told to purify the globe and hold my intention
write fluid off the margin like a paragraph indention
awaken from a meditative state, i freak the tape
concentrate to bear witness as the pro creates
rocking tracks like songs with sage and quartz stone
make the world gain interest like banks on short loans
you're easy to get into like section 8 homes
i invigorate homes and i dominate poems
cats overlooking me like midgets in mall traffic
i held my cool, trusted christ and outlasted
reaching with eternal prowess that i possess
make me do like wyclef from the stress and manifest.
hook:
-back to the top-
[listener]
without these hard times you and i would not know how to treat prosperity
i've lived my life dual optically
and it would not be until i lost it that i could appreciate true clarity
in front of my many reasons for these seasonal concepts includes experience and charity
thrift of life is what i have to grasp using it sparingly just does not seem fair to me
but i must go about humbly and try to build something
try to help others build not just lumping my priorities as my only goals
but to point myself directionally to brighten other stars
and let them know about galaxies far beyond their thought platforms
about men and songs about war and how it's wrong but it's right
because basically without the dark we would not know to covet light
i know you can hear but you don't always listen to me
taking for granted every time you blink that when you open up you'll see.
hook:
around and around it goes filling the flows with the catchiest slang
so whose winning this game (so who is it?)
the finger thats spinning this thing
because its yin and its yang that keeps the world rotating
[playdough]
the world turns, but concerns me not with what they got
plot land, follow the man leading to onslaught
ignorant of what they heading for, i speak in metaphors
straight into the market thats black, riding the track
bare back, down the path of the straight, open the gate
hates filling up the mind of the blind, so i decline
all the fruits spoiled, coiled up in the middle was a riddle
that had left me perplexed right in the text, out loud
as i think it, in getting into the brainstream
looking for an answer, to keep it honest (i keep it honest)
i got the finest of noodles that i'm rhyming
still i'm bombing to the beat i feel
the keep it real with rapping in tales of platinum sales
you asking me, if its a tragedy that master p could master thee
art of acceptance, but regardless he got it
and if he can be successful, then do i really want it?
hook:
[manchild]
this rollercoaster ride is up and down, its voice inflection
demolition experts, employed to destroy whats been erected
i've seen intrepid warriors turn holy when they tempted
then listen to public outcry blatant genocide on a record
that's like a cop who thanks a dealer for the crack that he sells (thank you)
like a woman who thanks a man for all those that he tells (thank you)
and oh well, i smell the daisies and try to endure the bee stings
arm in arm, with weapons shooting blanks at three kings
spread my wing in the dark and fly by night
pain infliction keeps my pen encrypted, thats how i write (oh right, alright)
i jump the turn-style, burn the sun-dial
cry on my pillow for a lifetime, just to experience one smile
call me a medicine man, everyone can
yeah, i see you lying over there but i believe its better to stand
pan-handle on the corner of devotion, and patiently waiting
for the world to defy the trends and reverse its rotation
hook:
-back to the top-
[sev statik]
i sung a song of freedom way before the sixties
shackled in my chains quickly, search for freedom
stick these music notes to the sky for my peoples to see em
so they might just lead em from the night to freedom
be it said, i made a man from a fool
damnation is upon this earth, search for freedom
who else is seeing what i'm seeing ain't believing
while we're bleeding for the cause of freedom
god's laws, i keep em close as much as any human being could
you and who? crews left behind should
now get in line for the food for thought we're serving
for the freedom i hold is worth it all gained
change is pain, death stays the same, no growth
no hope, all lies, no sunrays, just rain
titles are taken as the day gets longer
stronger i become in forgiveness for freedom.
[manchild]
focus on the blurred words, hopeless in the first verse
insert bursts of energy and focus on the worst curse
it hurts worse, focus until these scribbles become a picture
wallpaper my padded cell with explicit content stickers
and i figure i noticed my focus slipping out the back door
things i wrote made no sense to me like a retail crack store
decided to speak less and focus on the track more
found my focus , patched the wounds, became each other's solace
felt your feelings with my fingertips, fell back from the painfulness
found my way to my feet again and pleaded with my label this
is twenty-something years in the making, raw forms of innovation
forget the commerce. let's focus on creation
focus , shoot holes in your perception, you'll hit the target
make sure you take your shoes off when you're walking on the carpet
from the harlot to the virgin, any soul in time and space where i trod
i shake the gates of hell and focus on god.
hook:
[listener]
the fact is; most of the time i rhyme
i force fiction into your minds, i feel guilty for awhile
because of your susceptible nature
but then i smile consciously at it's design, for a fact
i do this art like it's my only way to speak
paint 35-second murals into your thoughts with the fumes making you weak
the fact of the matter is my heart tears four ways for your bleakness
fortunately i know that you're just being fecicious
but that's not a fact that most can heavily rely on
my quest is to factually find the balance between classic and krylon
forgetting the bold-faced facts is what you seem free to focus on
deepspace5 freaking fictitious crews with our fact fractions
fostering truth, raising up your broke minds in traction
our faction flattens all lies you want to give us
searching out facts to uncover your injustice.
bridge:
"a," absolutely, "b," because it's dope
"c," constantly moving heads and going for broke
"d," the definition of def, "e," excel to burn emcees
"f," finishing words eternally.
-back to the top-
[sev statik]
well if i'm first i might as well make this verse something
you want t listen to, maybe give you a visual of light
illumination for dark times, i'm able just to walk with loneliness
mic sparking, clashing, so to be smashing out these deep flows
paying dues is often the cost
for a professional, i'm exceptional when
i send thoughts into soldier type fashion
march to a hidden part of the pen
splashing out onto the page, words drop in brigades
non-stop brain waves 24-7
shine or rain, i stay repping
to hold down this black ink, more effective than oppression
i'm letting out loud screams i'm hearing these ghost writers on the scene
invisible to the rest but i know who they possess
control your text before your mouth starts rhyming
sintax, listener, sev, we're joywriting.
hook:
we're going joywriting as we rhyme across the map
with our thoughts shining concepts right into your lap
when we write verbs to link words from ink blurs
it comes out fresh to impress on the paper.
(repeat)
[listener]
i lay the groundwork, throw on about ten layers of intricacies
shrouded delicately through a buried sea
but doesn't matter when you really don't care or see
that i love it, seems like lunacy to chase it all so blindly
catching me so off guard i'm questioning how much you're
feeling me, i could scream like hostages about
how much the man keeps me down or
i could complain like the handicapped
about how my lyrics sound and how it's not accessible, but i won't
i should impress my rap-name on your mind like it's a leather belt
and i might try to make you feel guilty about how
i'm so underground and you're the commercialist
soil on top of me..well
i'll just lay the groundwork and stay content with my beats
mixed in concrete sheets with word repeats
phonetically bound by threads of concept pleats
recycled into thoughts unique.
hook:
[sintax]
my father's prize possession is a pilot ball point pen
he keeps it freshly polished and seldom is it written
but he left last week and so i took it for a spin
joywriting with my friends, swerving in and out the margin
pardon my pleasure because i'm reckless when i grin
i never look before i laugh because that's a waste of inhibition
cross double punchlines and keeping traffic on their toes
i've got em ducking into stitches as i'm steering down the road
offroad imagination goes wherever you suppose
compose in 4-wheel drive to survive the highs and lows
i'm a patouine jedi fully trained in the art
my heart metacholorean count is off the charts
trained with obe 1 kenobe in the early morning sun
spit sound surround like dolby when i breathe through speaker lungs
riding bareback on a banth across the sands of tantouine
using the force to chart my course holding the hands of elohim
who bends my will to win, pod racing on the outer rim
deepspacing as i'm chasing down ideas with my pen
lament for the loss and pray for peace so kids can cope
spit hope, love and joy with every flick of the scripter's pen stroke.
hook:
-back to the top-
[listener]
i carry my heart in a name-brand box with a handle
a suitcase, briefwould be an over-exaggeration
many vandals have ravaged and torn at the toughest of my armored skin
eventually, i'll be able to tear back the masses
stomach to walls of hurt within, smiling deadly slant-toothed grins
with so much tactic, it's the saddest of sights, i confess
but the loss of a tongue would be the end of all destruction
and all countless empathetic waverings
sung timidly, but in the end, it's my doubt, yes
that overshadows my victory and a war against all the fears
that i've already conquered, i sit defeated and cry
wondering why they're here and who took them from the cell?
and who has the key? i see it pressed deep in the palms of greed
chuckling at my misfortune, murder creek
is the place to go and drink, the scene is set, dig deep
grip mud on the banks and drain your emotions until you weep.
hook:
on the banks of murder creek where it hurts hearts to speak
i wonder if it's worth all the nights i've lost sleep
still at peace with the breeze that the globe's been given
we'll dredge murder creek to keep this life worth living.
(repeat)
[sintax]
it's the terrific and i'm picking up plastic from the highway
if you love to litter, wave your can and sling it sideways
got some styrofoam? burn it in your driveway!
join me felling forests on every other friday
my way of living is beginning to get me torn
i was born for mass consumption plus i love to global warm
when i perform i form a coastal storm
even the greenhouse affected, my breath is above the norm
cursed mother earth to scorn and treaded upon her beauty
looked creation in her eyes and refused to let her move me
i made a movie just to mock the many who really care
brought kerosene to earth day and i burned the forest bare
then blare my boombox just to noise pollute the air
knee deep in murder creek where the river runs red
head on river bled but i was fed by blackbird
now the whispers in the wind tend to blow backwards
and the grass turns brown and the trees don't grow
and the sky hits the ground and the river runs low
there's more to this life than getting what you want
but we've got mother nature bound in the trunk
what's known of god is manifest in his creation
defacing the earth is disrespecting his reputation
man is without excuse when the message is so blatant
defacing the earth is disrespecting his reputation.
hook:
[sev statik]
my thoughts recycle themselves before i spit my flow
i bring light to a planet to fill up these black holes
wack flows get thrown out the session, blessings are real
i speak life; my mic held high, never concealed
but out the mouths of men, death is heavily manifested
consequences echo blind through the vision of mankind
it's the image of self made tangible in these last days
palms disconnected, infected with man-praise
dead words with flesh erode out the alphabet
before meaning is found, ya'll making that sound
take back those things you never meant, said in vain
hate comes in triplets, so i'll hold 3 scopes and take aim
murder in the name of god, venom is now spit
i can't listen to most rappers, cuz they ain't saying nothing
so i sit and wait for my labklik tape
soon to be on cd, press play and rotate.
hook:
-back to the top-
hook:
it goes one for the money and two for the time
three for mortal man and four for divine
five for the rhyme and six for the reason
and seven's for the number that signifies completion
one for the pleasure and two for the pain
three for the struggle and four for the strain
five for deepspace and six for something to believe in
and seven's for the number that signifies completion.
[manchild]
lights, camera, activate. activists on picket lines
masochists are killing time, we're passionate and spilling rhymes
filling minds with a plan so elaborate
let's infiltrate this whole charade and undermine the establishment
grab your seat belt, fasten it, they fascinate the inhabitants
pump us full of information that they know to be inaccurate
they got a moral detachment habit, so turn your back on graphic violence static
support this positive movement through music or you're stagnant
(nah, he's only joking). yeah, but it's not far from the truth
in fact, it lives two doors down, right there in apartment # 22
so many schools of thought have been bought or knocked off kilter
it only takes a platinum plaque or maybe thirty pieces of silver
so who killed the family? let's blame it on the government!
it's the democrats, the republicans, whatever party's running it
spit something that's heartfelt or emotionally sacred
can't walk these streets naked cloaked in my happy-faced hatred
realize the world around me is exactly what i make it
you've gotta face the music or this music leaves you faceless
you've gotta face the music or this music leaves you faceless
you've gotta face the music or this music leaves you faceless.
hook:
it goes, one for the money and two for the time
three for the deaf and four for the blind
five for the rhyme and six for the reason
and seven's for the number that signifies completion
one for the pleasure and two for the pain
three for the struggle and four for the strain
five for deepspace and six for something to believe in
and seven's for the number that signifies completion.
[listener]
now, first of all i can see from where i'm at the moat
from which this castle grows. secondly, the kings inside seem
content and determined to drive their people far into the moat
just to see them float. i saw
pain from life and relief by the knife gripped by white knuckles tight
hiding deeds from the light
people walking with smiles and blades coming from their back
residents blindfolded with eyes painted on the front and tied tight in the back
blank minds individually fulfilled with the iron fist columnist
spitting chaff, trying to vale the hoard
feelingless, making everyone a pacifist
then there was crushing blows from all the self-titled nobles
taking so much more than they're worth
killing citizens as they throw them, using them
last, it was the shocking melancholic acceptance that the sluggish
majority applauded for, lived for, with their abusive leaders giving more
i turn my face to dry heave, turn my direction to leave.
hook:
it goes one for the money and two for the time
three for the bread and four for the wine
five for the rhyme and six for the reason
and seven's for the number that signifies completion
one for the pleasure and two for the pain
three for the struggle and four for the strain
five for deepspace and six for something to believe in
and seven's for the number that signifies completion.
[sev statik]
well, if my name wasn't sev, i wouldn't know the cost of perfection
but i recall i was called to just give out these messages
wetting kids with semi-automatic pen weapons
send them back to the lab second-guessing or thinking on
mathematical equations, questions get asked, should they pursue
pen and pad infection with no cure? i'm ill but pure, fulfill prescriptions
the point man is in, lessons served up for mental treatment
-back to the top-
[listener]
yeah when you get up today to find me not around your place
crying realising the events of days past
years creeping by and the minutes are forever
deep impressing depressing into your heart
asking the whys and hows contimplating the start of your end
remembering late nights with friends breath grasping for the sides
reaching for a platue that spins not
i'm so sorry i would not have meant to go
but i hope you know that through all the sorrow and hurt that im better
i know it sucks to hear how all yall are better
ill try the hardest while im alive to get the most done
it doesnt make any sense though when death takes you for a run
its hard to keep the memory of me locked deep into your arteries part of the leak
just can't believe through all the acomplishments and memories that none of it matters
the world keeps going life keeps showing how minute it is in the grand scheme of this
so when tomorrow comes and you have to wake without me
just make sure its the life of me that you miss
-chorus-
[manchild]
i back-slap my clock in the face
at the same moment pull seconds from the trash heap cause i got no time to waste
chase the sunrise i yell franticly as my tounge ties
argue that this day may start without me just might be unwise lungs try to take in oxygen
i draw drops in astonishment heart breaks time quakes like kurt vonnegut
wisdom of solomon drips my split lip like collagen
romancin the stone cold faces of death like harlequin
so i stitch my time with silver threads and golden needles
enjoy the cold and evil and consider my life is hopeless
i focus on the process regardless of the outcome
cause thats the only copy of sintax's solo album
these are the same hands i used to stroke his soul
and grabbed a city by the throat but didnt have the strength to hold it
if im ancient by tomorrow just step to the other side
and leave the fans in the capable hands of deepspace5
[playdough]
sixteen pads for the drum that's where im from
wondering how ive become so accustom to the shoulder with the chip a soul with the fat lip
my spirits being smacked character still atacked the fact still remains they chose to not use
cause mic sparks permenent marks and tattoos they act fools with rules of no castings
clearly its pierced my soul the biggest hole is in my heart
i'm wishing that tomorrow would start without me maybe then they'd see
this emcee plays more of a solution to polution than you
but the truth is being masked with dont tell or ask about hurts
and lies from shirts and ties because it heavily relies on me
wearing disguise is just through reach the lost is placing my arms across my chest
lay my body to rest and say goodbye
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