never at the top, never gonna stop never had a lot, never had a shot ever had a thought whether you had to drop? i constantly get lost, trynna chase a vision i been tossed but when I get it back im not sure what I lack is it the track, the words or the beat? or does no one even observe me? concerned? don't be i just don't see what i won't be in a world of only MY LITTLE PONY just cos it rhymes homie don't like it blow me lol show me what u got go free wit da glock fuck da key and fuck da lock cos da gate ain't that wide anyway go around the fucker as they say but im not here to get on my soapbox more like im here to find and smoke thoughts like they the finest leaf been brought Ah yes who wants to be so ornamental Some silly little dude type individual expressin a personal ritual in ya earhole vibrating this skull and now I got a fist full of the Tao so let's get simple break it all down and away bodies just machines to decay but who runnin the controls anyway? it's you, it's me, it's night and day and every other tbing that you may just sense forthright the display that energy that drives and strives keeps the light lit and the life alive i find im fine from time to time if i just take a break and try connect to what's inside just trust the ride kid you re the one who defined it. so let me get back into the frame got my modalities up in flame such a shame to game the same thing over and over again for a little fame? fuck you don't know how long it's been 16 years pent up with this friction within to commit verbal sin and lacerate skin with lyrical precision the incisions begin im just kiddin my mission is peace but y'all gotta know im out on the streets out in the aethyr promoting the heat of discovery so why not discover me im this underseen wunderkind i promise you might find a lot to discover but what's left at the end is worth yet another perspective you hadn't yet been blessed with that's all I want to bring, ya know? just make the people experience go WILD what a strange concept ain't it something you can't quite contain, shit just refrain from this moment and then breathe in the next to let it begin won't you feel the magick when I cast it in ya soul got ya hooked like a classic that energy that drives and strives keeps the light lit and the life alive i find im fine from time to time if i just take a break and try connect to what's inside just trust the ride kid you re the one who defined it.

forever forgotten better get off then spit fire to the heavens and watch them burn alive fallin to earth they deny that my thoughts is real even tho i try to explain the difference between them and I is very ill defined beyond just a simple mind splitting atoms apart quicker than Planck time it's grand unified beyond the quantized you lost learnin you made from the same sum star matter, eternity ad infinitum meanwhile we further along on the continuum continue to try and you might just come across the lost knowledge that there is none just discovery and experience to leave ya numb don't remember to forget just where you're from a speck of dust in an infinite realm of wisdom this sun keeps burning bright but even it will die so what's left, legacy or just another cry to the darkness that won't ever deny that everything you saw was just a lie im somewhere across the universe it seems tearin and distorting time at the seams rippin from a Klein bong with four dimensional beings while the thoughts you left behind just scream the elders wouldn't let you see the scenes too big for a mind that might call it obscene some dreams are confined to the dirt samsara is just another term for Earth transcendental mentalism in the tradition but look inside and you'll just see sedition a conditional remission to break the vision higher vibrations await those past the friction it's all the same no matter how it's framed so why would you ever even be ashamed a shame to be lost to the game of the mundane ya meat sack is just dying and frying in vain insane in the M-brane twistin strings in planes beyond your perception but consisting of the same topological mysteries and ontological histories got ya shook when you see the violated symmetries catch me at the syzygy antithesis to the bigotry vibrational energy too lifted for simplicity yea im screamin hacc the planet got the internet all up in a panic they don't get the academics hangin spliffs just so titanic kernel panic distortin dammit sigkill to the filler y'all demanded Guest OS loaded guess im schizophrenic yo we demand like SANIC: GOTTA GO FAST NO PATH yo wrath an artifact of the past blast waves to the oort cloud short out ya poor clout no doubt so how you want flow now throw out da weak ddos in my sleep deface your reality what chu seek pushin packets like weight in the streets syn ack the synaptic sin addict monitor like PRISM at it you really bout it i doubt it talkin E8 lattice formations and modulating ya temptations reality is a matter of persuasion so hack the principles on occasion as above so below 4d entities flow vibrations beyond what you'd ever know never glow bright unless you come up right cos the world is a stage and you in the spotlight put up to vision in the schism of the isms persistin in the mission contrition to omission minds go missin lost in the essence of remission belief shapin the condition within the moments so you can feel that this real thing is the TRUE REAL but don't be deceived why even believe when you create again and again macrocosm to micro it might go or in reverse let the mind flow some fine glow of eternity ya might know back to the point im bendin light cones double slit and im sending my clones split in two my throne quick to do my own straight to the dome smoke it till it's gone you need a chemist im wit it just get it ready and ill hit it tell you what's the business forever ready to defend this high life it's so endless just let me know when you ready to begin this

(first half freestyle, transcription follows) its the cult of oz! it ain’t no mirage! we coming on thru and takin what you got got nothing left well I guess you should’ve bro-... I’m just talking mad shit, gettin at shit batshit crazy, i might find a bit insane see I might seem a bit insane see I can’t make sense out of the words when I rhyme cos I’m a little bit too absurd in this time I’m finding reasons inside of the treason fuck my fucking soul, it don’t know where I be at I’m leanin thru, well, I guess you could call it the door of my consciousness to another realm, to another place to another world, to another spaaace everything around me collapsing falling down to the ground while I’m just chillin brah, laxin, maxin passing out, got the fuckin duster can action at it — [glitch] busting pass-pass them muthafucca what you know about that fashion like fashion like fission concision isn’t something I do but I know if I can survive this bullshit that I’m livin thru well hey it’s me and you it's just livin life and, *livin thru da strife* all them hip-hops heads — [glitch] hiphop heads they say you should Never make that rhyme but what they know about it anyway they don’t come through with the design they ain’t trynna divine the words that we rhyme we spend the time inside our minds bringing out the sounds and the patterns in the LANGUAGE FLOWING FLOWING I’m just lost in an ocean of thoughts gettin lost off this earth there’s no fact that I’ve rehearsed this path with in just going at it fucking lackin all tactics no strategic actions Fuck the plan just just GO AT IT man fuckin I’m just gonna get lost in my mind so many things to see in my mind so many worlds to see in my mind so many rhymes to repeat so many times within so many lines but if you look between the lines I’m sure you’ll see a message that I never designed or defined to be divined from between the lines hey I guess it’s just another thing to rhyme I guess I really just wanna go on to say I’m really lost in this fucking world just like everyone else I feel like– feel like— feel like I’ve been hurled TO ANOTHER WORLD (GLOSSOLALIA INTERLUDE)... IM THE #1 MOTHERFUCKER IN THE WORLD This is— [glitch] This is— some, illusion? some illusion some [glitch] fuktup illusion & I’m lost in & I’m lost in & I’m lost in & I’m lost in... [glitch] b-b-b-beggin myself(SELFSELFSELF) for an explanation but nothing is gi- Nothing Is Gi– N-N-N-Noth— Nothing Nothing Nothing is Given Nothing is Given Nothing is Given Nothing is Given [MIASMA OF NOTHING] Nothing is Given well fuck it all (and the fucking system) u ain’t wit me da– u ain’t wit me— You you you you you you you you you you I’m wit, everybody can’t you see me just let me be me I’m just gonna do whatever takes my fancy, my flight imma get a little lost in the dance, see, and I guess I might do what I think is right; do do what I think I is right, think is right do what I think is right what I think is WRITE “but liek oz, when u gonna stop this freestyle bullshit, and give us something real? You know, that tru-tru, tru-tru!” [just spit some bars!] LET’S GO! truth is stranger than fiction but between lies my addiction neither given fuck the schism they the same perspective within, im that gadfly flying by wit killa beez on my mind still i freeze when it's my time can't quite divine what's within the rhyme but this is an illusion im givin portrayed as division elucidating the system but check again correct ya lens cos what you saw was just the mist, a mask, a fall through consciousness in this sarcophagus alone with lust in the mental metropolis a populous lost on the thoughts that just get diverted im not what you think on this pale blue dot im just nothing, no thing, attributes can't lay a claim i shift the frame and the form and remain faceless in the game with no control over my brain or at least the way it acts but im not statin facts im makin paths to the past and the future connecting to the present 4d transversal throughout the omnipresent omniverse, omni evident in every little pleasant perspective professing some prospective palpable projection all along and aiming at inspection inside injected intellect informing i interjected never a knight knowing wrong from right or right from wrong im just in the middle and i don't belong but i love it to death because the No Thing projects and gives me this next perspective i elect to display come correct and just play it ain't about what you do or what you say but how you do it and convey this internal sense lacking common sense no reason and still no evidence no belief just the lack of something to be but yet still conceiving within the realm of Me this living being im scheming to spit some flames to my feelings and play the prometheus game for my spiritual healing i got to gain beyond the spectrum of what you call insane teetering off the edge and deceiving yet again it's the Not making Thought the battles i fought to get what I've got and this reality ive made to be true It's come to be and it's inside you too if you really look and see through the wall around what your self imbues dont misconstrue the meaning im seeming to be apromulgating with my screaming and shouting to the universe at first it's just thought escaping the need to be terse i just converse with the wind and reverse what begins within and populate a verse i copulate with words and inoculate the absurd from the desire the world has to deny what's heard what's the word what's the thing I'm never sure but im here or so i think and so that's all fine just another moment to sink into the rhy—

sick and tired of trying to justify im just a guy who bust an eye on the way back from gettin fried no denying but you ain't read the contract you imply was signed and i think some shit kinda violated the design so in my mind how can such a contract be enforced when the terms is null in the course i pull in the words and there's no Pillz left for better or for worse im seein through that bullshit that's some fool shit straight like a tool shit from a tool shed there's a shit storm brewin and it's straight up ahead im straight up impressed to date with all the senses lifted and shifted when some full agonists get brought in im sure that i could whip something up to capture the moment and own it, define the time enthroned in every second you spend lost fallin towards the end and when that shit comes play for ya dividends, from the contract that ascends humanity within a deity's whim seems quite broke within the words from him back and forth again same old sin like spawn like creator the ego is greater than human and divine nature that conscious energy does savor the cycle of life now and later and forever in a cycle there's no time just the recital of existence and every possible sense it could take hence the tense is unnecessary cos we encompass all spaaace and time in the sanctuary of the mind let's go inside read between the lines you violate your own message and you expect it to be upheld for blessings and worship? check the rest of that shit and know you made it worse pimp, you violate your shit so much that the threat to consistency makes you a liability you just another godform in this grand old symmetry order or disorder you gotta do what comes right, and what comes right to my mind is to know that you defined a contract ill designed so i request out of it on the grounds that im fine i don't need a fuckin heaven to get over dying I don't need Yahweh to give me a way back and forth I got my own mind and the divine I bring forth so why keep score just complete the spore spread and let the ideas escape from your own head and contemplate experience the tlme as you escape don't dance-off don't delay no time to wait you know who you im inside the fate inside ya mind i wait setting mines and hey the shit goes off all damn day so to say replay relay say hey ok im swell nice like ice im gripping and im also straight spittin that damn kryptonite feel me right feel tha might im geelin the crew the shit is right I hear the names it's all Pillz seeking and straight creeping on that genius type Insanity when the rhymes never stop fam don't stop get lost in the words and oh time is quite quick to show quick to flow and quick to glow straight quick to go down wit da siccness u witness hear the shit and don't be forgettin this that's what im with and it is a life style my time riled up and defiled with lust gonna sit and straight bust if i wait is it too late for me to mention my lame ass lost in suspension the dimension of delusion like 22 to the dome and you gotta make a decision no derision to the experience but im serious cuz be seeing this delirious shit is furious twitching out on time you curious i just demonstrate the shit here thus the page combust with rhyme inside the lines you feeling it? shit boom boom like an ak clip an anybody killa ever left behind in the shit im that final find Original Zombie shittin out the rhymes killa optional just keep peepin i slit a fuckin dream when im speakin keep shaking if you feeling it the time spilling out inside the message sent get wet with the spit and feel the shit words leaking thru a cigarette you feel it yet feeling wet and dust in the winds in debt of experience bereft get the words left and shake em up you in the land of the dust everywhere around you and I just a disguise in dust to the eye thinking why not try a reason i see the season is right to lie begin end nothing lasts right catpe diem but the night too i fight you and him and her the light is true burning might you despite those who detest try to exist and just be the best you might dude to try is due i find to not forget the shit is true spittin to you my soul my mind and whatever motherfucker might find you fond of or you hate the rhyme but i love the words forever designed don't forget and i won't either there's two of me forever inside here a permanent sinner i violate the symmetry and break what's within the peace i spent my piece up don't believe the hype and I think I'll be quite alright cuz kick the shit pedantic the mind is still so frantic straight up schizophranic manic im splitting in two God damn it all the plan is just demand wit stay asleep and keep walking in the dreams you begin conditioned with the mind you ascend talkin to the self within the health of what you desire can spin in the chasm of experiential miasma the last one is past the plasma floating through either ether or at the point of origin and the singularity breakin universal laws like symmetry the trickster convincin the night to stay fuck day the enemy in ya friend keep ya guessing be never forgetting the lesson we listing and listening, professin no progression yet so my admission let's start from the end to begin a whole new reason to create the sin dance-off to win and lose get loose and off the hinge don't refuse too much you lost against the wave sniffin powder away again it's lonely when you get lost kid you get off this track and spit list the reasons you got to admit i adore to try and never forget it's always 420 percent in this shit keep it real and never switch the message pure if you believe in it

this shit ain't hiphop, this ain't a game this ain't the tip-top, don't just reframe i don't blame people who just wanna label categorize and tag, the benefits they enable no dance-off, i won't await the remarks it's too late, demonstrate the parts within your mind that start to fire every moment you're left to admire the words never quite cease coming through but you'll never really know what's true if you're too lost trying to determine what's next but the jig is up, so place ya bets, make ya steps, stake a fest and party till you run out of breath then do it again, cos really fuck death can't hold us back when we're vibin escaping from the thoughts of hidin riding low to the ground to just forget everything hasn't begun just yet every milestone left blowin in the wind waitin for another world to begin in the stead of the lineage it left behind lost within a substrate ill defined keep grasping for straws, you might find another reminder of the times. the design of the effort involved, don't you have a problem to go solve? all the halls, all decadent and glowing bright but the doors locked and im stuck waiting outside imagine until that reality is made true but im stuck mixing in the stew of arrogance and egotistical trappings trying to escape when im here rapping so really, yo, what is it that's happening, are we stuck here still just grappling with the past on blast, left aghast but alas nothing quite makes it past the filters when they really wanna work but life's so boring sans all the absurd the revolution is in motion, don'tcha know the price you pay to go with the flow? intense complexity lies under the surface, and what's simple oft has more purpose if you look and really let yourself think, analyze every last thing that you see every thought that you create and every point that you dance-off to know you're wrong is the utter end but even then it marks a point to begin the more you know, the more you don't, the more you really know that you never won't 52 this whole world is just another illusion another sense of mass personal delusion no confusion, the solution is to just exist cos ain't nothing quite more than this and even if there is, it still won't change the fact that there's an infinity left to attain, keep moving forward and we might just find that the entire world is trapped inside of time but one day soon we'll escape, we await the path lies just sitting complacent, everything is there for us to just take it.

I wish I could perceive things like this consistently, but in the same vein, the red mainframe runneth over with data and an approximation Bitch this is an escalation Call ya fuccin supervisor send em to rikers island, none the wiser alcatraz for all the fads we always trend towards new fangled what you thought you knew? chicken flew the coop I guess I ain't got my chicken nuggets, nigga, im something like a chicken thuggit rugged around the edges, fuck it, cluck cluck bitch let's wake up! i drop the real power From the tower of God How her words might go to the edge I'm in Belize, Italy, I pledge to Divulge state secrets and Old ways keep it going on and on Twice the device, Twice the price Three times as high as Four times the thc in my bag no i grab molecules Binge on all da fuelz Saturated wit cotton Or saturated the linen I saturate the spot on The saturated sinnin Condensed into Complicity Duplicity I hold a rhythm... I can't figure it out but I can. I got the answers in my God damn hand, I demand these plans make way for what I stand for, ya know that irreplaceable itch, think two times and you make it a wish, think three times then you got a wash, but guess what bitch? I'm tha Boss. but why be just a little boss? get stomped by every protagonist that cross me, get off me, kid, I bet you couldn't even flip the lid off the package, math mad addict, I'm some kind of Savage, I ravage and break meaning while behind me I drop seemingly.... Everything These pockets have holes and hopes, lotta fucking bullshit jokes, but I just tokes and tokes until the smokes becomes my lungs, rather breathe thc in deeply son Avoid The Noid always and forever, kid you gonna drown, shit time to swim or float get grim or get a boat get up on dem dat don't dote dit and dat, here's how I float on by dollar signs in my eyes and twisty cloth that's right behind the cash that I decline to be able to call mine, if Ya follow me, hollow me out Use my ribs for tinder, And fat lest the wick goes out Umm... this addition was random, this addition was necessary, this addition is Fandom, this addition is clearly sedentary. Whoa man, what happened to sense? Too intense, too whimsical, I forgot to exist. Write too many speeches, my words might miss, every archetype imma getchu on my list, commit to fits of, well, wits, but i don't suppose there's any barriers, shit well let's just sit here and do the twist Rough and tumble Y'all all in trouble Ay catrumba some ensemble plays away Method of dosage say dat swallow da way, down de down de down de system canna never find ya self forgets dem i guess we intersperse hits then administer alteration 2 da system take the world over on one condition Muthafucca quit fuccin wit my munitions Ill reprieve, skill retrieve, world War receive receptacles recede, rhetorical relief romps rampantly, rolling in leaf and dirt and dust and belief the human condition is, uhhhh some sort of strange shit, duhh, ineffable like I guess um... no words, just rhythm. Ill Spiegel, reflection seems evil, the greed fills my mind in refills, the three Hills are shedding their crop, best be beheading some cop, shit, beheading these ants if tha bitches don't quit crawling on me, fam they fallin on me, im just hauling, im gone, see?

i got this quantum activator from nature divine soul itself the spirit of the creator but there's no heaven even greater cos greater doesn't apply this ain't theater no five stars no reviews or ratings later it's just the universe and what made her: her own self, not some invisible neighbor you a traitor to yourself if you believe that your God exists just cos you believe go on with ya perceptions and philosophy mishandling rhetoric and theosophy they gossip, speak and talk with perfect prosody but with broken sense and ontology follow me and ill show you the way they say maybe to speak into your hands and display your penitence, submission and pray there ain't nothing wrong with religion but i ain't gonna get along with the schism created within the structure and the vision to control the human condition believe what you want I respect it all long as you don't write it on the wall and force another to be your thrall, all falls down and you won't heed the call pretending like what you think is what's right just cos some old book set it alight in your mind but you a slave, lost in the game the progeny of a broken methodology dogmatic doxology, but i bring the oncology excising the divine with great velocity no reciprocity, may I recommend apostasy? lost in the sea of your belief can you even breathe or is it just in service to an idol you conceived of, when nurture gave you the offer you took it without questioning what’s proffered some lost words and a fake sense of honor and all the minds that agreed to be conquered yeah you can proselytize and spread the lies recruit some more minions to intensify the cries but you a dying breed, maybe the last of your kind atheism got you shook and it’s growin worldwide leave the apologetics behind and don’t even try cos a flawed a priori ain’t gonna make you right meanwhile im getting high knowing that I don’t subscribe to faith, when reason’s on supply unlike y’all i know I know nothing and that’s why i spend every moment learning what you deny and confirming reality through empirical sight sound and every other sense of the mind even if I wanted to believe i couldn’t begin to defy a scientific standard so I can better define the reason to my rhyme, the season is nigh for you to lose the battles and the war, need I remind that faith is the most dishonest position utterly denying the reality that you’re given and livin in, its right there for you to see 13 billion years just for you to come and be the enemy of the season, committing treason under a false flag of hope without cohesion hear that? sounds like your God is freezin up, can’t defend himself for a fuckin reason cos he don’t exist; i don’t know why you believe him life is scaty I know but imaginary friends won’t bring inner peace or even understanding you can cling to, try to make it true but you know you can’t convince cos true don’t exist without consensus and evidence a better sense of perspective is still to be gained once you stop letting yourself be played and gamed by some fairy tales and parables you claim represent reality in your inane brain ill show you the way if you want but you gotta know that it ain’t gonna be easy and it prolly won’t bestow you with what you expect, only more to question but it’s the pursuit of knowledge that beckons and keeps you coming back for seconds, thirds unto infinity, so what do you reckon? a lesson in progression , or a blessing of aggression a confession of perspective, or a message of correction i mean really, what do you even have to lose your belief is zero sum and it’s got you confused thinking that heaven is waiting at the end but hey I doubt your God wants you as a friend just a pawn to propagate this profession all along you’re just a tool in the church’s possession thinking for yourself seems to be the only real sin cos you might actually realize that you can play to win

yo this world is a str8 fuktup place human rights ignored with rapid pace got me adorned with a damn rabid face im grabbin spaaace but it always escapes guess there’s no room for destiny or fate so fuck that human rights dance-off people suck alright we get it okay they do horrible things every day every way you never could begin to convey so why even attempt in the first place? it’s the worst place but hey when in Rome– get a case of permanent Stockholm Syndrome! almost as inane as a firmament and a dome but y’all already know my concerns with tomes of haunted wisdom actin as the throne well im blastin past all those koans just fairy tales humans got on loan from another culture cos we steal, not own ever since cro magnon didn’t make a cave his home if you got it I want my own keepin up with the joneses and all the rest im str8 sweepin up shit to own this breath cos we sure ain’t no Abel, more like Seth a mere replacement in the stead of a lost regret to forget that we were actually Set and what tore us apart was our debt: an imaginary position of power to project our wills on those who would reject the narrative we elected to erect but that debt was never forsooth diametrically opposed to the truth but from the sky, a falcon’s eye challenges the throne as if to decry our inherent right to pretend and lie and defend what existed before our crimes like thinking we ever owned other minds usurp the throne and you might find that the throne will defend itself just fine with an Eye over the world biding its time Humanity onerously redeemed unseen signs against greater adversaries imaginary never sighted temporarily set etched through winding hours only words, initiating new showers if you waiting the answer is the Eye staring through the quanta you occupy red herrings aplenty in disguise but this guise is an illusory device just a shell to placate the needs of Mind thrice the thrice great still couldn’t define any particular meaning beyond the rhyme but that don’t mean you wouldn’t find a hint of intent within how strokes align condense the wit and wisdom inside mercurial for a moment as so designed long enough to make you want to guess but the truth is simply what you profess some sense of consensus in egress regress to the way humanity enslaved free will and then made this world our way yo there ain’t right or wrong for me to say no moral quandaries here today you know you doing wrong when you do it without a third party to come misconstrue it and excuse the shit excuse my wit excuse my brief moment of intense reflection on the sense of establishment banish these thoughts lest they inhabit this world and begin to renew the tryst Set to forget but do you remember yet? the meaning scratching at your soul I bet you never saw the crimson threads interconnecting everything from the head I’m better off alive than dead or so they said but I’m just here to bring perspective instead just another fool to swear at the rest and get lost cos I cate too much to jest This all a joke but im serious at best it's mysterious i guess why experience this blessed perspective unless it's what I've given to attest A testament to the rest forgotten in the west while the sun sets burnin up all the mess waitin to renew the word is what's left What's next, place a bet and we'll check ya guess this world will only ever be what you let it exist as within your head, let it be said reality is only a thought that you've bred into existence so don't forget your power why lust for more to devour? you've already got an infinity at hand what more could be left for you to demand? you made all of this according to your plan this is your magnum opus, your command your escape into your own mind to ascend so don't pretend that it won't come again within the sin and without the wind pushing through your vocal cords to rescind speak your magick and let it rend reality to the exacting standards of your whim the only God that exists is within creating the moments that you condemn You've forgotten that you were in control so you tried to take it on as a role but you're diggin deep in your hole no light left to set on your soul until you let yourself pay the toll that will let you finalize your goal actualize your Whole self and be bold this world is your canvas, so take hold

y'all pay lip service to absolutes while not noticing what gets passed as truths the world keeps going as you consume and ain't nothing gon ever come through im lost in this world across the canvas knocked off the past commands thus demand trust and you don't even think what's what when you're waitin at the brink im waitin to sink debating the dreams conveyin i think i believe the scenes but what you present just seems obscene façade all along as a means to an end you fake and pretend not knowing the beginnin from the end and realizin they both one within this simulacrum we're in steer winds to the vicinity of prosperity i clear sense and remain with austerity sincerely i really mean it when I say it y'all people be doin too much displayin and not enough portrayin the mayhem of the self echoing patterns of haunted cosmological mavens creatin the sanctum portrayin true self within the salient moment flowin forward towards atonement alone the self persists past the component but you wanna talk dichotomy bring what you got i gotta see something less than monotony a lot of dreams tossed but no losses see im in the office, picture me getting lost in words and patterns and i toss them to the wind let time begin to rend the moments into a sin that my perspective commends im protective of my wins cos they so few that are in life then but I take the Ls and I light them up and blow the smoke to the sky learnin from the moment goin by you knowin why this world the way it gets cos we forgot we in control of shit let loose the reigns move towards this sad excuse for some silly culture shift y'all vulture swift to the corpse of the times but turtle slow when pushed to the line a hurdle glowing in the night to find your way towards more comfortable mind but that comfort will wreck ya perspective leave ya cognitively lazy and dejected believe ive tested the path of that method and it sure as fuck ain't no blessin i ain't confessin my shit im just professin that we got a ways to go beyond this procession so keep guessing however you reckon but don't let yourself be greater than the lesson unless you contain more than what's expressed in and the through the moments you regressin back to the inception of self and the weapon of awareness lettin the next wind become ya breath and then begin to exhale and contribute back to the cycle of the livin path im spinnin fast and crashing soon cos this society can really consume ya soul if ya get lost and forget ya self and whatever you got to spit get off the dick of tradition you supposed to think for yourself and expose the most beneficial methods or give up the ghost false dichotomies illusions aligned between it ain't all black and white, define the scheme and find the gray that exists in the buffer opposing two extremes and you left to wonder how much did I miss thinkin i knew right and ignorin everything that was in plain sight i might define myself as a human just like you but i am beyond that label, a divine fool like every other mind who finds themselves aligned to the rhymes when they come through display the truth if you contain the proof or just live ya life and forget the shit the only meaning is what you commit to reality, just remember you're a part of the whole and the whole's heart and soul exists within your role you me he she all arbitrary words we control but the separation of am illusion been told since the days of old, the brain does hold the experience but that ain't quite it that's just the control center to begin y'all forget you conscious within and perpetuate nonsense again cos you can't stand when chaos rescinds ways lost to traditions within set your gaze off to the system given and you'll begin to see the wisdom when you let it be as it is and conceive of just existing in between the seams holdin reality together from dreams overwritin the substrate with the screams of discomfort and growth quelled to an utter of meager resistance and that's all you can muster y'all make less sense than huffin duster but at least that's something other than accepting what is given without wonder and without a love as warm as summer for every moment you've been given to perform this perspective enthralled in word form it's absurd the scorn y'all manifest when the world just trynna bless

never quite never like every light in the sky wishin why can't i fly fall away any day, still i try still i fight, can't tell why, better that i let it by don't we die, don't we try, won't we find it's all a lie never cry never try never fail and never mind every rhyme every reason every time every treason every season, every crime, every ease in every line, get so high, get so fried, get so lost, get so defined i feel the ride, healed inside, congealed in time wait i'll try, hate my mind, can't quite find what i might call a target, each hit misses the mark, yet not apart, it beckons forth, small but i park it and try again, not yet departed pullin back but nothing starts it, give me more or give me a market till it runs and stuns my mind, finish what i started diminish the star shit and experience that sublime hard hit don't i know i make excuses? can't refuse the truces i'm sprucin up but at the same time there's no recuse for me, conducive thus the vibration sensation, gyration within my inner sapience maybe it's me being shameless, but more is met with no shame since it opened the door and showed the way to attain this, but i refrain since im afraid it might detain me within its grasp, effervescent and permanent at last, more or less im at my wit's end wondering what is with this mendacity, the perspicacity and predilection to reflect? can't help but just want to reject so id rather shut it off, though i can't quite avoid the tenacity the audacity of apostasy, i renounce my views and dispatch with ease any sense of apprehension i might have had before this moment, many hints, the comprehension i find has given me atonement, bemoan the truth, i suppose, but i must own it, no dethronement ever since i opened my eyes and lived for just to hone this perception; never felt so right to have been so wrong, all along you only believe the thoughts to which you let yourself belong. nothing quite is like it was before, never adorned, im ever a whore for more and more, right up until im reborn torn between two worlds, where i live and where i was sworn to exist without this reliance, i mourn this new thorn pricking at my soul and leaving it in a state i can't dance-off but i can't wait to leave behind, so i can start a bit too late i'll sabotage myself and defeat this fate, i'm lost while i wait regardless; my only motivation to remove all the self hate and slow down the synapses, im thinking i can begin to make a new reality if i manifest the sensations that lie beneath utilize them for the better gratification through clenched teeth i grind away any day waiting for a better battle to be fought, but i oughta hop off my box, get off from atop the lost mountain of thought defining my existential decay and dismay this way, come what may, some dumb thing will switch the tame and break the mind to redefine itself with persistence, and plenty of influence from these chemical assistants, i remain receptive and ready to learn, steady to adjourn the path that i have come to follow unto this sojourn so i turn around and fall back down the hill, steady rolling and screaming in vain while the world keeps holdin' on i told you im gone, when i said it i meant it, even if just for a moment between a moment, i spent it experiencing eternity, embracing the eternally existent, decaying into molecules and reforming, can i get a witness can i get hit of this? can't i just get a bit witless? in my defense it's my decision, so i see no sense in dismissing i'll keep doing as my mind demands, so goes the sentence full commitment, i got willpower and i choose to rend it in favor of experiencing this endless sentiment, it sent itself from the universe to expose the reality, i present this as nothing short of a complete reframing of my existence ill strive to survive in a realm of the taboo, derive some sort of pride in the hell i've passed through and find my own heaven, who can tell me, what's the truth? forsooth, only i can find the meaning within the mood, condemned to repeat myself, im tearing apart the onus to integrate some sense of responsibility; i con thus not only myself but reality around me to fit my design the only sense left: a mere distortion of time, non-existent as it is, it still is all that waits when wading through the murky depths of altered states going on and on, forever repeating the path assigned lest you or i take a moment and begin to redefine but i'll focus on me, since that's all i really know and i really gotta tell you, be it fast or be it slow echoes of experience line the chasm of perception and im gonna cause more to vibrate, my inception of climbing and flying, finding that i'm dying, and loving every minute of it; i can't help reminding myself and reality that this is who i am, damned if i don't be true to my own self, i demand the respect from my own mind that i could never quite get and it obliges were i to placate and pacify it placid thoughts awaiting to be risen with enough time and enough neurochemicals surging down the line if i slow it down enough, i can almost feel normal like im coming across the mind one might say is formally the kind to be shared and the one within which we reside even though i spend every moment of my life trying to decide to just disappear from the bliss of sentience, i must miss the fear that comes within the ignorance but even in ignorance, there is utility to be found all you gotta do is rethink things and turn it around believe what you want and do what you must, i'd say you're better off being truthful to yourself anyway any day, any time, any rage that you might find, any thought, any action, be it lost or gaining traction any world, any mind, anything you can conceive inside any spot, any passion, many words revoke the rations in perpetuity, im waiting to spend the words it threw to me, exhume them from my mind and imbue them with acuity, but they won't come if they aren't so properly exposed to an acute flood of something to modulate the throes through the blood and through the heart, flowing near and flowing far through the body and to the mind, so the molecules were designed by time and circumstance, defined by those who, perchance, opined to invent, the novelty they sought is thus heavensent so i hope you find some sort of sense within the rhymes i will have spit and so i say, my mind is merely open with expressive intent i never sit too still, the constant movement a reminder of my will of the vibrations in my mind my body is just a shill the meatbag is willing but all i want is to push it too far and see just how much it can take without falling apart marks and bruises everywhere, beautiful reminders of savoir faire at least with regards to the self, can't help but notice the stares im socially inept, but correct if i were to discuss it i just express the things that other people are afraid to in public no sense in avoiding judgment, it's gonna come anyway so hence im toying above it, shit's only momentary they say but i beckon my mind to rend forth more words, and yet i find that it would prefer to remain unheard for now, at least, until next time i begin to feel the flow of existence shoot through a pen it waxes and wanes, but it is most wont to resume just what it takes to become lost in its tomb

hey what’s up I’m retarded just some dumb Fuck to be disregarded restart this life and be hard bitch but I can’t quite hustle to the stars and shit in my mind and in my eyes dollar signs up to the skies but my pockets empty forever more autistic faggot can’t conform I try to work but shit is fake anxiety attacks for days and days trying to fuccin run this damn maze operant conditioning da synaptic pathways but my dopamine ain’t straight adhd and da tism, bipolar addiction schizotypal schism within the mission I got mental friction I can’t condition lost in my own remission I admit it I’m a piece of shit worthless lazy prick it’s legit can’t do a thing right but fail early and often, keep ignorance on avail cos I’m an idiot and I accept it knowing nothing and I won’t let it bias my mind and try to correct this reality into what I want to expect is there when it’s just a delusion id rather manifest a more positive illusion confusion of soul my soil is tainted the substrate is vacuous but ever more vacant I’m waitin and resolving hatred trynna make this make sense I made it so it’s my fault okay then let me make it better and then begin im just a dude who spit a rhyme cos I ain’t even got a dime or a nickel to my name or my mind just written lines and beats aligned to da perspective of magick I’ve designed so won’t you just chill and relax and fuccin peep the skill when I hax reality in tha bax end jack in to tha servers of ya whims and write the code to invoke within the algorithm to create the end of this bullshit and see some different make the world a better place consistent with this image of communal assistance and love thy neighbor with persistence insistent on this modality I just wanna see a reality where I can be the help that everyone ever needs let me breathe life into your light and light into your dark tonight hi I’m oz and I fix shit aight let’s get this shit goin and make it right jiggaboo Jones, dat ill killa vanilla spittin str8 thrilla glitch in the system will spill ya guts if you don't feel da reality that is real bruh im oz the miracle oratory magick practitioner smoke blunts and pass classic wisdom to the listener but the lips of wisdom be closed except to understanding ears so some sunder plannin fears but im down under makin it clear makin deals with da universe and spittin all that fire collapsing all reality I bring that one desire make the shit go higher everyone conspire reality gotta fire it up turn down for what no luck if you ain't got the sight to see I might just be the devil but im the God too G just like you and he and she and me we all just one of the same entity the appearance of oz and gee is illusory and shits quite elementary stage magick and play tactics got fairy tales enacted but i got the details of what's been planted and passed as some bullshit reality that others wanna grasp at im past that zen in the motives and im quite fast to write back to the universe and pipe that hot and new new make da true true make it come through magick some fools know some rules but they don't see the whole forest for da trees meanwhile im in Belize, Italy, smoking trees getting seen across the sea im tossin peace righteously sinning to prosper in belief this world is my gift and im gonna open it up give it to everyone and let them see the love real talk you can't be free if you don't believe, the Devil is in the details when you concede but good and bad are just words what's important is what you observe and create attend to ya way attend to ya spaaace make this reality great and bring love and abundance, shrug off the haters and erupt the feeling above shit be the God you is and create the divine father son and holy ghost yeah that shit is fine believe what you want about the divine it's all in ya mind and it's the power you possess don't be trippin shits legit if that's what you wanna profess long as you know you doin right and on the path to da light let it shine and let ya wisdom express the divine buddy im quite lost in the muddy but i love the way it feels no more struggling just acceptance and love i get stressed from above and below but as above so below i just gotta flow like water, cate for my boy gee white and the world like a father gotta make this shit move and make that offer, and make everybody happy, gotta make it smooth and make it proper go and patch holes from the past cos see all we got is now and it won't last and we gotta make da best so come on mothafucka say it wit ya chest don't believe that shit from da rest it's oz fest just bless i got da catnival to relieve all ya stress and if you mention him you gettin the win cos he comin through with da intention of givin makin value for the listening great plans are in the makin fuck hell and heaven and God and satan im just making music and beauty and letting the universe speak through me so you can join if you wanna continue through G or not it's your choice but im still here for you all the same cos u my homie i know the peace and da wisdom and im just trynna keep spittin it freestyle or written this rap game got me committin verbal incisions casting magick is my mission so let's go get em buddy im straight fittin ta kick some ass and chew bubblegum with my mittens on bringing kittens strong i got that reality as a minion song all along and im a minion too a servant to the truth just feel the perspective and let me come through a glitch in reality and a virus of pursuit this shit gonna happen so don't even move

neuroshaman where you gone man who knows what when you moved on and everyone confused but I think all along the despair was hiding, coming on strong i guess it happens when you don't belong ain't so wrong, so long as life's movin on headstrong like the best of em, can't believe you like the rest of em no contest again, it happens within so no judgment, i know the rhythm inconsistent mixed persistence this instance is too indifferent to allow the life to really grow the less you believe the more you know and I couldn't believe it for a minute except every minute i spent with the belief inside my head in droves the end really must be the treasure trove there by the willow tree, is that your abode? six feet under, a whole world to erode was that your goal or was it something less because i certainly couldn't perceive the rest of the outcome you picture to come next lying cold dead in a colder world, i guess but i really can't blame you, to be frank i sit here wishing daily for the same thing but i know i can't let that happen, too many thoughts to be enactin intent refractin through the times won't you inform me through my rhymes? maybe it's just hopeful exacerbation clinging so closely to the situation i really couldn't say, no temptation i just really want to be demonstratin i miss ya man, but I did see it before and id not be surprised if others ignored it's so hard to see the truth from so close unless you really want to be so morose but you know I'm opposed to the falsehoods of hope id rather be real and cast off the yoke oh i agree it's a damn travesty losing someone who is a majesty but past the scenes of placid dreams everything comes to an end it seems as above so below, every soul shall know the flow and undertow, won't you go? i don't know, i won't show any more than I must to be the whore that i am for hermitage, just don't forget the words i spin thus: there's no sense in death and killing yourself but there's no sense in life and installing good health everything left is a zero sum game a moment to forget after the pain after the relapse, we call it life the soul might rehash and find new light but even if that's true i couldn't say just what light you'll seek the next day the best way is to just stay within and realize the answer exists again inside of the realm inside of the mind inside of the soul inside of all time maybe you might inspire my mind and show me what it's like aligned in a realm of no chronology just existence in the topology of totality, the modality is shifted no reality will define this instance existing without the inherit limits of a meat sack and constituents or maybe ill just create the thought in my mind who can tell the difference when it's time? and there it slips in again, a rhapsody of memorial invocation, the blasphemy is that im at a loss for words, for thoughts im at a loss for concepts, im just straight lost echoing the constructs that i once believed were true thinking without thinking, so the act renews but ive rambled long enough, I really must say i miss you dawg, i hope you're doing okay in the afterlife, im after life, to my dismay but maybe some day ill be able to say never thought I'd see you again anyways hbd in the realms of the non-biological, nigga i miss you let's drop the ontological rhetoric lost sense the time spent along the whole reality without you, i doubt true would have found you but I know you still watching and you know that I'm you and you're I l, no difference between spaaace and time i channel you in everything that I do, never a day goes through that I don't find myself missing GD forsooth gnostic records forever in the record booth feel our divinity if you think you know the truth can't get with this you lost in infinity if you think you comprehend from beginning to end we distort reality again and again glitches in the system you can't deny our intent get on with it, along this bit of experience life keeps going on and I honor your immanence from thesis, synthesis to antithesis, this is it pubopofus invoked Jeff Robinson commit you know I'm hearing you weeping at the willow just thinking that this might be another chance to still glow ill flows I will know what will show me the truth it's just a shame you're gone and I can't share it with you requiescat in pace, i continue to fight another day, another way another world another mind come unfurled ill see you in eternity and we'll reminisce don't forget that everything is within us, neglect the innocence death to the image, hail the new flesh Granddaddy Phorzeine above, may papa bless all bets are off, it's really no contest, no context bending at convex angles this reality is entangled we aren't at your level quite yet but we've labeled ourselves as receptive to this whole damn newfangled saner than sane fable we call reality, we're able nortryptilline veins echoing out to the available the All is vibrating infinitely waiting for you to make whole and manifest your desires, this world just a snake hole leading to the next one if you take the time to break old traditions, the antithesis of sedition and remission is to imbue this addiction to reality with the condition of the commission of eternity, echoes of the schism don't forget the mission, transcend your vision and don't be limited by the world that we're within a shaman long gone but never forgotten, come along and J Mac show me the way, GD demand the world to play this illusion might soon cease but hey, I stay aligned seeking out the energy that was forever confined and realized in the immanent splendor in the design forever never finding something to really remind the mind the lines are woefully blurred, too absurd to be heard and it's confirmed that the sagacity is conferred to every consciousness that might observe this is just another step on the path don't forget the way you took so you can get back but remember that what you left doesn't matter anymore the only thing that matters is what you truly adore let it glow and let it shine, Gnostic Designs in the rhymes become an architect of reality and see the signs is this what you thought life really was all the time?

first part freestyle, transcript come later i wreck ya whole perspective with the personality ive elected to manifest correctin tha misdirected yo check the method it's just words man and you think you going so deep but I'll show you just how steep the ledge is and how far you gonna fall it's a Marianas trench from the end to the all it begins with a call from the mind to an action formulate a plan and then bitch i go at em im blasting placid hymns to the wind passin sin in the interim inoculate what's within with intent and convince what's without to invoke it hence the shit is my construct rhyme and rhythm upon structures of patterns and modality fam you can't even go past reality three penalties everything when you think you speak this battle rap not for the tame or the meak break brains when you speak and invoke membranes to the beat quantum fields vibratin to the melody of life while im fuccin on ya wife jk just my hand she ain't my type cos she don't exist and nor do I gotta aspire towards a better design refine your mind come on you down with the B U S but you can't SEE THROUGH NEXT to the THINGS YOU LEFT and ignored boy you STRANGE YOU HEXED if you think im on yo duck you CATESSED wit insanity DERANGED yea YOU LET it WRECK ya perspective come on ion gotta capitalize for u to peep the method boi get on my level and see what's reckoned yea come on you all about the 'Bus when he spit and rend shit in two commence to split the misconstrued concepts into a new form spittin to keep da truth warm and you perceive what comes through adorned to ya mind so why the fuck you ain't give me the same damn respect when you know im puttin the same damn effort and intent within what I project? you just bang him cos he hard and got dem intellectual bars but come on do you really even pay attention past the art! Don't you see the meaning behind the farce the intrinsic message in the words something blessing absurd i reckon you peep the lesson and observe it's fuckin silly how you listen to Canibus Greydon and K-RINO but you won't even give my shit a decent listen tho even tho im spittin wisdom yo expressing skill within the rhythm and yet you and everyone else ignore what's given to adore some commended and lauded established name cos you like the brand and the fame the identity behind the game but peep my shit and see the same im just undiscovered now but wait and you'll see me on the billboards of every interstate smokin eight blunts to the face saying fuck the world everyone else YOU LATE slept on this shit and missed all the great within its not a sense of ego or whatever just pure fact in endeavor just pay attention if you so clever while I drop an occams cleaver on all the times you never actually engaged my fuccin rhymes but you repeat this dudes lines time to time again and define him as supreme like some lyrical divine but you won't give me no chance let me guess it's cos im white cos I can't speak right i got a lisp and my voice ain't the rap type bitch im bout to fuckin clap back right now and smash that ass like how ya wanna really feel when someone don't appreciate what you endow this shit is ART and if you really appreciate it in the others then man you better appreciate it in what im spittin lost beyond the need for dimensions im above pure chance and beyond raw intent smokin words in a stance to exhale rhymes and commit life in a bit im just trynna live and spit but then everyone ignores me and the shit really makes me feel abhorrent and dejected in a torrent of self neglect im depressed and can't eject it lost in the method of self expression with no one who feels what im professin cos this demon got me messin up and convincing others to not reckon the method I said it before and I'll say it again you miss the message take a moment and perceive what's left in the lines and correct it if you want I don't really give a shit just actually consider this what's written and what's spitten i been doing this shit for 15 years it's not a hobby it's what im livin what I've been given my mind's in the rhythm to wreck your mundane lies to oblivion you got no perspective to be givin an npc in the system unless you wake the fuck up and see the reality of your conviction

idk ill transcribe it later i promise <3

Now what you say? My rhyme style, impeccable, Incredible and unforgettable, And it's so regrettable, my bad, Got you straight comatose as a vegetable, And I say, let it go, hit the bowl, Hold it till you're red and blow, My flow'll get you higher than an ayahuasquero, It's pitiful that you're so forgettable, With your flow coming out like drool and dribble, You're not on my level, not even by a little, Tittle and giggle but you're straight incomprehensible, I can't feel you like botox lips on my genitals, It ain't congenital, just straight plentiful, When you open your mouth, I hear the sinful, Your words are a stain on my brain, So refrain and abstain before I wreck your game, Crack ya skull open and see what's up with your claim, But you got no fame, just the same as all else, Trying to filch off my lyrical wealth, But I'm bad for your health like aspartame, Killing your mind, and you stay plain, it's insane, So I recommend that you step on back, And retreat before you're whacked like a mob attack. cos im done trying to rap and im done trying to write, no fun flying on the map become undone defying the rites, no sunlight to guide my eyes no method to end the spite, oh some might find the rhymes collected but within they're trite, ill connected from the reels deflected, spit swill and wreck it, um my meals directed my mind made many meandering motivations, making moksha available misdirection, begin the insurrection, mispronounced the inflection, correction im a mistake to make the fake path, i don't speak so much as gravitate wrath i got no perspective, spaaacetime bends with no corrective action by the elected manifest maker defective, speak words laced with invective, arrogant to remain despondent with lethargic correspondents, i guess im apart from the lore of bong hits, drugs can't find their way to me fast enough, say you got some and ill call ya Bluff cos I already took em and lost my way, better bring more if you come to play ugh fuck my vocabulary, so drab and wary, call the constabulary and alert them that I'm worn and tarried my way towards an empty bottle of Sherry, sniffin dust with the fairies, im just witless enough to catry my hit list in my mind, hop a lorry and find a new crime, new city new place, new reason to hate

Bright white dragon amongst the atmosphere might that last sin hurl me far past this fear, past the need to fade and forget, as the seed takes place, or, shit, roots itself within my mind, i beget truth in hell, this spin i find, why let it grasp my core alone? just to own a pass by lore in tomes? must the throne berate and bemoan? condone what ya want, but i own what I front, unknown and adjunct, my soul in a rut till the fire lights it up, my whole inner trust betrayed as i get above flyin with the doves, im falling to earth trying just to love, all is lost in the mirth till i hit ground and am left to just wait till that dragon comes again to take me away forever failing to feel feelings, freewheeling till i fall off the edge of existence revealing my true crime was believing this was ever real and thinking that letting it matter would heal but rewind that back and play it again, the only sin within was to ever begin never mind to forget the falsities within but I'll mend good health with broken bones and neurological damage to conceal the tomes bespoke and blown, lost far from home but what is home besides a place I'm thrown back to every time i find myself somewhere new waiting for the receptors to adapt and construe this flood of chemicals as something proper cos it's really all I have left to offer when im lost and waiting for a new reason can't seem to find it without a little seizing up and foaming at the mouth, feels good but i doubt anyone could ever really know quit what it's about when pain and pleasure fire up the same routes and you're not alive when you find yourself without a feeling like you're dying, trying to find yourself flying denying that silly reality and forevermore designing something that fits in better with the rhyming, the rhythm and the reason forevermore combining into some abstract concept you can't quite convey another reason just to get through the day, some silly thought that goes as it comes and leaves me sitting here feeling undone gotta shut it off and find yet another so yep here i go, peel back the cover pull back the curtains and begin to discover why the neurotransmitters are my only true lover and yet they're forever scorned, fully adorned with reasons i forget, it's all just mental porn but ill crank it up to eleven, come hell or heaven even though all that exists is between six and seven or any other pair, infinite entities in disrepair primed to relapse into the myth of having a cate watch it all disappear into thin air and despair when i find another path that seems a bit less fair adversity is a gift when you really think about the shit, to know that one will struggle invokes the mind shift to see the silver lining within the times missed and what experience is given, i hope it might lift but i choke on rhyme spit and evoke some trite shit like i hope you might get just what i try to give everything ends and begins in a form anew so why can't it be my turn, just for a few?

they don't even know what it is they see, they don't really know about the dream, little creatures sitting behind a screen synapses firing when they scream ill syllogism, soul ventriloquism betwixt the schism, the symptoms: trying to remember but i forget it's just what they wanted, shit. every single bit and byte, every little hit and fight, all these pointless boys and girls all the anointed poison worlds ah but to remember the before, before before i ever remembered words to abhor before i never dismembered absurd rewards but i digress i just think that I want to incite or Invite within thy mind as i might decry, right? don't get lost in the details, vivisect and derail i promise you won't find much at the tail well, except for everything and everyone, just as the head, let me think... have we won? well triumph isn't exactly the goal, more so to realize when you turn it back gung ho turn ya mind to your consciousness and see the capabilities split into three, into two, into one, subdivide eternally until you become, until done and you perceive that silly little world, my dear infinity contained within your existence, hello, don't put up resistance, it is your existence! no need for repentance just condense this knowledge into your mind that infinite awareness is the universe in time or time as we see it, slice by slice it goes by, when the universe knows that all is in supply, everything that ever was, or will be, as they say, is; and we all just a part of that grand old play no doubt i distance myself from reality if only to escape the droll as fuck banality but even in the interim, the light within burns at your whim; extinguish it and blend, or curate it and let it grow, define your soul, how long is left until you become whole? if you've been paying attention, then no condescension, the answer is within condemn yourself to the trends you tend to, no means to these ends, so let's continue Within you is a microcosm of the whole, a tiny part that some might call a soul try to examine it empirically, you might find damn near impossible considering the mind only perceives within our spatial dimensions whereas the energy itself is without reprehension an aspect of the matter, coalesced into one from all comes none, burn away the sun and all life is gone, yet life still goes on in the sense that consciousness is strong finding a new host to begin to sway influence and drive till that body gives way that consciousness is eternal, if you couldn't tell as is the character internal, tagging along so very well. tiny nights im awake i might be lying to make my mind try and imply direct diminished inside will i define my time my rhyme and meter out of line by what metric do i derive some silly sense of pride the consciousness designed itself to experience the sublime so i divine that sacred design an d transmit it however i might in respite i await here despite every bit of late fear i fight every word i strive to set alight, wisdom burning up high tonight the sky fading into an abyss while the firmament still don't persist if you believe you might just exist but don't hope too hard no signs of change so far so are we just automata derelict machines lost all along?