Circumpunk'd (prod. Dawson Bristol) by PG-13 published on 2017-06-01T17:16:40Z Single off of on an upcoming EP produced entirely by Dawson Bristol It's easy for me to elevate and be over you My brain is always many steps ahead I know I've told you How I mold soundscapes? great like clay The same way your God shaped the rib into your chick, pro tools Divine skill omnipotent Constrained by the resources and frames this multiverse presents It's funny, I say it all you just don't detect It is not your place to speculate if the unknown exists I have dreams where I'm clearly not This being with a body I'm just consciousness And in the scene all I see is a deep abyss It's me I'm everything, one, yet limitless The visions first disturbed me as a kid I didn't know how to handle it I knew that I had returned to a familiar place Escaped time, relativity, and physical space My mind is racing Staring blankly what I’m thinking really naffin Its non-thought might call it meditation You keep empty rental mental space and mine is vacant unoccupied I'm on an elevated plane and Debate with ancients we suckerfree Masons jarring content if the signals reach rheobasic Levels namsayin gotta break the threshold face it You can't take it or keep up with how I fuckin pace it Catch me playin at Coachella the elevator music only escalating I'm the cure Complera the golden era Never no errors some barracuda flows Calling out the unconditional patriots They cheating you with false flags Sone Belichick backed active measure bullshit It's like I was kicking it in favelas with hella faded Brazilians Crashed from altitude to be able to covey this to you And it might be too soon, ahead of time ---------------- The reason why every conscious beings eye Seems like a direct connection to the soul Is because a circle is whole and we're all the same behold A pupil shows the dazzling darkness The most true reality of existence Crack perspective pan out the fractal back it Out to that realm of love yet immense blackness, back it up before birth, or after death depending how you measure it there's nothing left But within the looking glass endless complexity and infinities ---------------- All you peasants living pleasant ignorance is bliss Prolly miss the truth cuz you choose not to let it in This poetry they won't let me blow up yet because they know it's me The one and only goat they addicts on the low To many endoplasmic reticulums Um I'm too strong stick a lump in Sweet I scoff Cough feed me more I'm in love with the cocoa color Its homey like some cocoa butter Genre Triphop Comment by Shuron Maurice spazzzzzzz 2017-06-16T20:34:09Z