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SOLE

Lp: Bottle of Humans

Song: Bottle of Humans

(Chorus) I've been so many places In my life and time Yes, I've sung a lot of songs I've made some bad rhymes Top of the world Yet I aint never left my head to turn and look back Every second page is anthem Perfected writ mood In the perfect world I set the perfect mood And in perverted abodes, I claim rogue Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love Chemical imbalanceship, paranoia My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down to Earth and The kids that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listen My words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressure No aggression, why they've got to learn, if they don't things won't get any better Listenin' to God burn objects of animal animating in a still life picture of the La Brea tar pit Walking the surface of my red carpet These are distress signals spanning you and I Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity) But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm By burning dead bodies smelling the beats and never cess So, um, you can walk the streets until the building no longer remains My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are drawn This is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest Police in dead skin, I'm so East, well then why did I end up on the West??? Don't wanna sacrifice my cadence, and sentence structure design of my rhymes, etc. ANTICON, hip-hop music for the advancement of mankind More than an egomanical sarcastic label for a movement So when the chain still smells like a million dead corpses and kerosene marching To burn down the walls of the village and storm the castle, run up the damsels Take 'em to the river, now we can spawn This aint premillenium tension, it's the result of too much free time, On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful ride A million bleeding hearts composing prose in blood To live and die a thousand times (Chorus) Ever been to Hell? This is a black-and-white photo album outlines in increments The infrastructure is dead Instructed look at the scene of the massacre askin' for forgiveness, no beggin' No degrading anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the Sole cast ??? watch me rip it and mark my words in white chalk Gawking at reflections walking in insurrections getting bad ones This isn't spoken word, it's the reinvention of Sugar Hill Right now, your girl is transfixed upon my hips And this is Sole, and we're makin love right now, so I don't need to take her to the hotel This is a love song, I pass out roses with the thorns in my flesh It's like these are groupies, I'm a mammal, my whole life's a freestyle set The Earth's an orb in the sky, so nothing gets to my head The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snow Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain, So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't know your real name Hip-hop aint dead, the industry's just wack, and hip-hop is a thoroughfare Keep your sights set What do you wanna move, rappers, minds or posteriors? I'm still a fan, corporate insider, and rain maker It's springtime we're the centaurs and people in grass skirts This is the verge, the melting point When your favorite emcees can't be lazy anymore This is psychopath, this is psych rap With violence, violence My life is stranded on an island with no food and beautiful women feeding my ego or what little is left No, this is gangsta rap and my shirt's unbuttoned We're stealing moments of brilliance in the limelights choppin' up keys to break the floodgates Maybe this is instrumental hip-hop and I don't know when to shut up Or maybe this is turntable music, scratch the I's and I'll scratch yours Or what if this is honest music, and I mean every other word I say Don't take anything literal, out-of-context, just take it for what it is If you want labels, we can divide, I'll still be strong Bottom line it's all art (This is a good and a bad song) (Chorus)

SOLE

Lp: Bottle of Humans

Song: save the children

[Sole] Thank God I never made it to Earth, what a happy place how I long to be depressed, to be a grouch, get away Yo, Yo Here I stand in the desert sands There I lay in a dust storm, brain storms Some day we may form a massive collective mind with no bandages I kneel down to fantasy of what is real Thus far the only signs of freshness I came across upon this quest was nothingness Posessed to find truth at all costs elementally I walk a thin line of good and evil coincidentally We all believe in god and nature and higher levels Yet we dwell with devil's machinery in lower levels of raped scenery It's seemingly endless Demeaning and mindless, we're friendless and meaningless Living in darkness walking with candles And while I'm on the subject of difference is lame I've noticed the more things change the more things stay the same To stay in focus It's hopeless to go against the grain while new to this Till I'm menopaused and then ejected from the uterus Chorus And I've seen so far into the night And lingered in the land of no night Day two I've left the earth and all is alien and foreign Females are wailing and I'm swimming in a cest pool It's pouring It ain't dark no more, no more worth the fight My old candles turn to sunglasses, I can't stand the light Yet I can't stand the rain these bodies I live with are numb And I can't stand the pain these children I play with are dumb A figure points a finger and whispers, "leave" This small porcelain tomb It will be all I will have achieved And I refuse to be excrement dash to the left and to try to and break for my life A large hand grabs me now, there's no escape I'm thrown into a whirlpool, spinning until infinity Grasping for an oxygen breath, but I don't breath that yet Inhale the H20 and thank life I'm still living breath Giving death a hell of a run until the movement stops Bubble to the surface almost dead ass out Starving cold and alone until I pass out chorus Living ain't all that, I wanna go back to non-existence The womb was not meant to be a tomb, but once I've gone the distance Won't sleep to see revenge for my dead sibling, I miss her I watched my brother be impaled as I held the hand of my sister Kissed her when she was void Missed the missile, I'm docile Amongst dead soil and fossil till I'm deployed None of it ever happened As far as I'm concerned I'm barred Should've died months ago in the condom and this wouldn't have been so hard Should'nt of, but it's not that way I fought that way I lay until I no longer thought that way None of this was worth the fight, I should have been disposed At night time, laying only half of the trash can Not white trash in a trailer park Or a dismembered rash lashing utter last sole member of a coathanger tailored art With no formed identity blanketed by newspapers Remedy be levity, life be the penalty This body in a mask grow fast carry out the masquerade I lay in the cut to hear lies, pawns, peons, and tricks of this trade In this eon let me be on and beyond the next decade There I stayed remain of flux to be another child saved outro chorus

SOLE

Lp: Bottle of Humans

Song: year of da sexx symbol

typed by Alex Smolen

Anticon