1. |
IT'S HAPPENING
05:00
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The objective world is given in the practice introduced by the tool.
But in this practice man,
who makes use of the tool,
becomes a tool himself.
He becomes himself an object
just as the tool is an object.
This world of things,
of practice,
in which man is subjugated,
or simply the one in which he serves some purpose.
Whether or not he's the servant of another.
What's happenin'...
What's good?
What's happenin'...
Man is alienated...
therein, he's himself a thing,
at least temporarily,
to the extent that he serves.
If his condition is one of a slave,
he’s entirely alienated.
Otherwise, a relatively substantial part of himself is alienated,
compared with the freedom of wild animals.
What's happenin’...
What's good?
What's happenin’...
(There's no past thyselves there for me to manage this.
Down my legs I keep away from the guys that envy you.
Giants are my foes gladly opposite of howAHVE IT!!!
In the AC bury me...
NO SHIT!!!
And speak,
while I MEAN THE copies OF THE PAST.
YOUR CASTLE THAT GOES!!!
Meditation - smokin a pace bomb likeSPechS!!
Anyway, this young man's Supreme is not me!
Go ask Cortez - he'll show you what that religion is...
Meditation - get it while you can
Yo, yo, - if you wanna battle Kane,
then take my reign with Regis;
Swags - don't waste 'bout them pinky rings,
I'll drain those,
toSTILL be there - wait LYT neva come challenge Kane the fame
Flip this beat on down, blazin on new spit - go thru em like MOMC#S)
Man is alienated...
therein, he is himself a thing,
at least temporarily,
to the extent that he serves.
What's good?
What's happenin’...
What's good?
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2. |
NEHEKSVAHAKENAPA
05:00
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NEHEKSVAHAKENAPA
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3. |
BORDERLINE NPC
03:42
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Everybody I know is borderline NPC...but that's alright...
I wanna be my enemy,
I wanna be my enemy.
I gotta walk with my feet up.
I gotta work with my hands.
I gotta play with the beat.
Yeaa I gotta play with the beat.
I gotta walk with my feet up.
I gotta work with my hands.
I gotta play with the beat.
Yeaa I gotta play with the beat.
When I step up in the room no one's around.
No one here, nobody there...
'Cos I'm the bodyboxXx!
...yeaa the bodyboxXx.
When I step up in the room no one's around.
No one here, nobody there...
'Cos I'm the bodyboxXx!
...yeaa the bodyboxXx.
Everybody I know is borderline pet human.
But she's a lil'erRrty,
yeah, she's a lil'erRrty,
She walks with her feet up,
And she works with her hands,
And she plays with my feet
Yeah, she plays with my feet.
Walks with her feet up,
And she works with her hands,
And she plays with my feet
Yeah, she plays with my feet.
Everybody I know is borderline realistic,
but that's alright...
I wanna be my enemy!
I wanna be my enemy.
Everybody I know is borderline NPC,
and the truth is the only thing that's right, but wait a minute...WHO AM I?
Got to be the one they represent
when they just don't know what to think about,
they just need to know that I'm the man.
The pressure's on, the lights are out
The ceiling's cavin' out
If I ever make it, I'll pay
I've been in this club too many times before,
trynna crack the code,
everyone I know is addicted to the dope.
Our forefathers...
seconds cuttig into seasons.
Then they casually pass away
always whispered in their sleep,
running back to safety
shackled up,
slashed up,
like Cupid in the darkest night.
Lowlifes on a livin' spree.
Everything's on point,
from Treehouse to the bank.
A free lunch on my mind.
Starry Night's on fire,
from Bedrock to the choir
lookin' for a form of escape...
Run away! Run away!
You're never comin' back.
You're never comin back.
You're never comin back.
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Face me staring straight like a watermelon tree in bloom for the fifteen oceans.
Come over here like these freezing wolves.
No doubt I'll roam the coast,
and snow storms,
and flash floods.
Swarm and prevail against these dimmy and frigid.
Outlast!
Tranquillize!
All I know is a one thousand million ring death zone.
Wings big like Afalsel,
black cat hat,
shark tail,
modelled by all the decay.
A dip in the jar...you know where it's at?
Padlock.
No threat.
Rest in peace in the perfect spot....
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5. |
cos'YR'MOAR'tan
10:12
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I hate you for who you are.
I love you for what you think you are.
I see the hate in your eyes when you're running for your life.
I hate your faith,
and I hate this car,
I hate the Windows,
and I hate this noise.
One minute you're here and the next you're scunnering.
Admit it!
Admit it!
But I get more heinous,
or if who I am is hate itself.
I hate you for who you are.
I love you for what you think you are.
I see the hate in your eyes when you're running for your life.
Detesting at night,
you don't wanna be stuck indoors abhorring.
I know you think I'm lite.
Feeling neophyte...
When I'm with you, all I have is hifalutin thoughts.
But I've tried kowtowing before...
Hardcore!
I'm hectoring 'til dawn.
Don’t be afraid to try fomenting.
A marathon for you and me
I need a dadaist spleen,
got more internecine,
feeling obscene,
you must think I'm a manichaean,
exorbitant and lean...
But I've tried contriving before.
You feel more sore...parlour thoughts.
When times get galore,
I'm way too good at influencing.
I finally see the score.
Your words cut deeper than presentism.
And I'm dancing because you're more.
I hate you for who you are
I love you for what you think you are
I see the hate in your eyes when you're running for your life.
Come to the seaside,
we can stay up 'till 6:30.
Cactus flowers in every shirt I wear,
Brooklyn cats are on the way,
past tense,
as if they’re trying to sleep.
High as a fallen tree,
so high...
Carpets to the ground,
like they're trying to hide.
You wanna jump off,
but you're trying not to cry.
Hanging by a thread,
looking up,
tears remind you of the Antichrist,
and all my fears feel like a relief.
Sky falls.
The distance between us makes us both believe.
What you like?
I look into your eyes,
say my name,
flash your blessings.
From wherever I am,
praying to the stars
I'll be home by morning.
And you'll wake up feeling eagles,
buck naked,
sexy asses,
two legs up,
trying not to stop.
Shooting bullets in your heart,
wishing that blackholes would stop radiating.
You try to move but you can't,
boy you're doing so much to your health...
You don't understand that I've been so sick to death with it.
What did I do to deserve this?
All I've got left to taste is more sour waste,
and you and your sorry-ass just won't get it.
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7. |
#bork
04:12
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Insecure insider,
institutionalized in section 1,
beside that,
I'm okay with guidance.
But I'm not okay with violence!
Years go by and sirens,
instigate our silence.
All these cyber tyrants...
Don’t need static,
also don’t want your normal flow,
don't need your max PONC,
don’t need your freckle,
don’t need your good clean repeat,
don’t need your text message,
don’t need your ex, insecure under em clothes,
don’t need your old looks,
don't need your stress,
don't need your dope lines,
don't need your old thighs,
don't need your beaten shorts,
don’t... hold up!
Don't let me go to sleep,
don't let it be no sleep,
no sleep now or never.
Don't let the ring start hangin' on your phone
Nah Fuck wit ya man dont answer dont answer no
*please dont dont dont answer dont dont dont dont
*please dont answer dont dont dont dont no please dont answer
nah fuck wit ya man just dont answer!
Don't pick up that goddamn phone cos that's about to be a one time short.
The based lord is coming to town,
And he’s hundred percent persuaded and sure that he’s woke.
So whatcha all waiting for?
Let’s go!
You think you're "awake" now and no one's gonna tell you what is true,
and what should you do?
If you're "awake" now tell me why you choose to live your life like you're supposed to be the only one beyond?
You think you're "awake" now and no one's gonna tell you what is true,
and what should you do?
If you're "awake" now tell me why you choose to live your life like you're supposed to be the only one beyond?
Beyond...
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8. |
TRANCE-END-DANCE
08:41
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I got nothing to say and I'm saying it,
if I wanted to say something I could,
but it won't be the same thing as when I say nothing...
Now say it with me!
Say SOMETHING!
There...you said it,
but I said it too.
It don't make a difference who said it earlier or if it's true.
Nothing is!
And nothing that I said has ever been said,
'cos I said it first and you said it late.
Allright break it again!
I'm tired.
I'm tired of standing here
pretending it's the end.
I'm tired.
Break it again!
I'm tired.
I'm tired of standing
and pretending it's the end,
'cos you're on fire!
You're on fire!
You're on fire!
You're on fire,
and this is the trance-end-dance.
What I said I really just don't know.
'cos if I would say it I would have known,
therefore it's left unsaid.
And I don't know if you noticed,
but you're saying nothing right now.
And if nothing is a thing or lack of something,
I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing this for.
So just for now lemme say nothing at all...
Allright break it again!
I'm tired.
I'm tired of standing here
pretending it's the end.
I'm tired.
Break it again!
I'm tired.
I'm tired of standing
and pretending it's the end,
'cos you're on fire!
You're on fire!
You're on fire!
You're on fire,
and this is the trance-end-dance.
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9. |
WAKE UP EVERYTIME!
00:16
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XCES Bratislava, Slovakia
A modular band/collective bringing an audiovisual spectacle of post-genre age with emphasis on themes like information overload, social alienation, meta-irony, AI. Drifting through IDM/doom metal/experimental rap, supported by visuals of Ausgang Tech.
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