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1.
prologue 03:16
PROLOGUE put me in firey light paint me in all of the stars in the sky carve me in stone with a fork and a knife nobody lives forever, and everybody dies conjure me up in your mind shuffle my feet in the sparks of your spine make me the subject of all of your time nobody lives forever let me be cool in your eyes let me be warm by the fire of your cries build me in truth with a million lies nobody lives forever and everybody dies
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TETSUO not shameless, it's just hot where god's brain is pot where hot flames is bout to sautee this make it crispy. thinks his lame brain's a gift, speak verse, rehearse sixteens. turn reverb stiff. see "dragon" in the dictionary under "force" hunchback cause he's fitting barely under doors scary under scored, written rarely under warps hitting mary the canary cause he's very fucking bored more raw than warsaw and under full moons, spike grip the mic four paws, bull moose and emcees get shook loose off the collossus mosses jostle him till he's nauseous tha boss is back with that old 80's shit like lauren faust gosh, he's demolishing these beats, a lost cause hot damnnnnnnnnnn this honkey's got BARS KICK BACK FAST LIKE SHOPPING CART CARSSSSS rappers want cheese for their people I just want peace from the streets to the steeple maybe I'm evil, maybe I only dream it maybe I'm the only one, maybe no one can see it can you imagine trap trappers in the keeper rapper reaper artificially enacted to attack the weaker attrrack the features from pitchfork tens now lets see which rooster gets more hens, and what the hay??? stay Freddie Benson :3 tension emcees when the way of jim henson HENSHIN had its day and it was done now you smell melting vinyl records laying in the sun on a laptop, I'm a rookie but you still can't see me like a valedict playing hookie lookie lookie here, once they do, line and sinker last of a long line of stinkers, spike SUNDAY the flood destroyed the basement overgrown foliage overbloan holiness echoes in the soul next to rollie pollie ollie isn't god restored in the cold of the fridge I left open? nope coping humming a beat as I draw one that sorcery's been muddied but rekindled and witches feet creep from under the street signalling shapes in the trees, spindling, my work's not done here I see the shadow escape through the A/C grate in another world I've got a family and a fanbase and a girl (ain't she great?) (we broke up after this) i got a grand space and if I can break my back before friday I can stand straight but here I've gotta chase that shadow because I'm old enough now I can face that battle because I'm old enough now I can take that challenge because I know that in the center of the darkness there's a way back out of the back of my own head out will crawl a boy who quotes commercials when he goes to bed and you pull up in the drive way come out with a backpack I see you through my eyes hazed zip memories and suicidal tendencies 1676
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567 03:35
FIVESIXSEVENNINETWOTWOSEVEN DONT CALL THAT NUMBER five - six, dillapidated piss the map away in the pond use the bong sickness is exasperated addiction is exaggerated beat it in your skull untill it lives inside your cranium between coffee and geraniums the sun's not awake for fuck's sakes, not complaining, I'm straining eyes flooded with hot water and blood and the lost father of love I was lost, caught her fuk it, I'm hot and bothered so I scratch my fucking face off till I look like a rock lobster or like I'm bleeding half to death red claws dripping you can see me splash the clef (regular show samples for artsiness) (burp) bite an apple as I'm standing on the deck trying to check back into fucking scrabble it's like scrabble, but you have to rhyme, and it should also make sense, if you fucking have the time: maybe between work, school, and other work and another fifth minute of fame: what a jerk it's much better at five:thirty then get in the shower just to make my mind dirty meanwhile a lover lay waiting as he lay naked in bed, in the daze, sailing into eastern nights I jump the grey railing for someone to say "save me" I'm on my way, baby (more shit) livng off borrowed time, the clock tick faster key in the ignition, pull out the driveway gauntlet I wonder if maybe something's wrong with me am I okay I open the window to palm the wind that I'm about to be gone with watch the speed limit seven, ten, and five I gotta make it to see my girlfriend alive forget alive, as soon as she see my eyes, jesus fuck, a truck, gotta watch it, fuck... now the clock says,,, oh christ... now I'm pushing lead pull up in the driveway, yellow flash, duh duh duh
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LOCKER (FEATURING INSOMNIACS GO LISTEN TO THEM)_ I DON"T HAVE TINE TO WRITE THEIR LYRICS DOWN BUT THEY"RE PRETTY INTELLIGABLE>
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ronin 04:13
RONIN fool run home and get your snicker-snack, cracker, it's a duel just hope that you can react faster than the two opposite halves of dudes chopped in the back fool run home and never bring your ass back or it's a my swordplay stay steady, playing ball, but when I work, I don't play at all imagine chopped up up-and-comers with the boxcutters gotta stock numbers with these stock numbers while I meditate plenty explications in my mind, I gotta set it straight in Edo years, a hazy mind meant a chest agape and I've acquired both, still a live wire readymade adapting the established styles with additional original revisions cause this ring that I live in if cull of heavyweights every time I leave th ehouse it's heaven's gates bullets fly at libraries bullies die cause guys looking shy carry liquid swords don't cut it spit sicker than whacky tobaccy addicts while old farts and cold hearts stack in your tacky addicts boss dogg handed some hacky sack static let me react, Calvin, in fact I'll be back Braddock ~ grip bushido, clip ships for cheetos modern times: the shogun's decapitator's the shogun's decapitator floaters can jack the data and no one comes back to save the parents from the rats their inheritance relapses humanity collapses all because someone put that profanity to rap sick and raptures the kids from the catchers, the cliff sits shift pics to wrist-slit students spin six shooters losers ripstick loops turn six-ten haikais to suspend the high guys from high skies view's making my eyes wise, wise guys it's like filling out sudoku 2048'n your whole crew, who told you fire marshall? he been burning since lead steppers rappers still don't have a chance in hell like red peppers (and peace to Zephyr) ~ microphonin' ronin psycho sewn in made me bite the bone and write alone and hone in flows that make fire out of the air your KITE was flown in Book 2's open but look through; soaking wrote it in a rainstorm and look who's moaning rap in the back of my mind and death in the front of it samurai stay light-footed and make a run of it tee off cocky with a freebie off boxy shogun see off CD's just to be all rocky horror picture show door to door the sickness go sorta sort the business sport the pictures tore up as this orifice is shogun to no one who I happen to flow for happiness is a dull sword and a razor sharp mind
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bound 0 03:46
BOUND 0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 been spitting bars hitting harder than a ground pound I'm stalking your tumblr, you're stalking my soundcloud bound bound on a bus full of people and I'm lonely try to say hello, but it keeps coming out like "bone me" and I'm trying to talk through a book like a forest thick chorus chick, zoning, but grades, you always own me and every sunday night I'm blowing with my homies monday morning, we'll be studying and I don't read Japanese but I like the way it looks on the covers of CDs and I like the way you look by the woodstove in my dreams and I like some of the books that you reccommended me I got three of them now if I could only find the time to fucking read 'em in between rapping bout fucking horses in between jacking the shit that's strictly for radical kids and ripping the packaging to make hits that's spectacular I'm dropping these albums, turning these kids into addicts but if I can't be original I ain't fit to be rapping (some shit) I could write a love letter written in blood but a sixteen bar's worth a million bound bound and when we first met, flirting was an instinct I guess I dialed it back, knowing my decisions stink and I metaphorically had you on the kitchen sink I never fucked you though, what would Tristan think? I guess I didn't think fast enough to get it in I guess I didn't think "Boy, why you always smoking in the basement?" "Baby why you always broken into spaceships?" "Boy, why you always lurking with them braindead strainheads?" "Baby, cause I'm bout that life. Baby, why you never wanna catch a train maybe, go back to way basics and mack in train stations? I ain't mean to break your heart and tear it up, I'm just trying to get to the heart of America. This is why I've never been caring for love, cause there is some terrible stuff in my heart with cannibal lust and when it comes to your feelings I'm can opener, but that's your fault for leaving them open at all!" (more shit)
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################################################################################# shouts to high elder really fuck you high elder not really big ups to those guys either fucking internet rap collectives never get off the ground that shit is sophomoric TTYL CG 3D MY HELL CDS I SELL TEETH BETWEEN MY BELT DVDS DIE WELL GIVE ME VHS THE WRIT THAT I'M SCRIBBLING RULES, TIMOTHY BREAKS THIS IS TURNER BROADCASTING (TM) TURN 'EM ALL BACK TO THE TERMINAL- die hard 2 TERMINALLY ILL WHEN i DESIGN BARS, FLUENT SIONARA TO IT LIGHTER ON THE FLUID KINDA WANNA DO IT STAY AWAY SPIES GOD, I HATE TO LIE WHEN IT'S GAME DAY SO PLEASE LIKE, RATE, AND SUBSCRIBE IF YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY FIFTY SHADES OF GREY (I'm ashamed of this rhyme) i DON'T NEED A PAY-TO-PLAY i JUST NEED A DAY TO DAY TO PAY ME SO WHEN BONFIRES FUCKING BLAZE AWAY, i CAN PAY TO FUCKING ~www.fuckingdominos.fucking~ COMMENTS COLUMN IN CAPS LOCK STACK BLOCKS FOR AN HOUR ALL YOU COWARDS CAN SUCK ON A FAT COCK # # IRL FAGGOT PASS IT TO D - Y, DO A BARREL ROLL, HAVE IT ###KEEPIT ###KEEPIT ###KEEPIT ##SICKOFARGUINGWITHWHITEDUDESONTHEINTERNET
8.
literally 02:22
LITERALLY game grumps was still funny when I sampled this shia labouf with the robots (I, ROBOT reference) I'm so not Will Smith with the soapbox (remember all those times when Will Smith was a great actor) but Spoon, what you know not's that I'm ticked, Dad's no atticus, had to get knowledge on my own college on my phone school sucks, but I gotta get the paper on my home, just to spark a bone like ghost rider I'm so-so fly I'm flappy bird so shy I'm hardly heard, no lie, but on the mic, yo, I'm a wild thing --- spike jonze and if you hype mines, that don't necessarily mean I'm gonna hype yours but I'mma listen and if we both are on the same mission, we could kick it I'll risk it because my whole country's crazy I've been told that cartoons are real since a baby now I'm smoking hazy only sixteen talking like I've served in two wars, somebody save me think of the children the one you think you're done with is growing up just like me sneaking out to parties and throwing up, just like me you better love him cause when he's all grown up, who you gonna bum shit from? KATAMARI DAMACI rolling wicked thick and these girls call me small, but I'm rolling with the prince so roll off my dingaling and know my decisions stick what I spit has your fans like "holy friggin shit batman" I'm on top of the roof launching a rocket up to the moon with your optics in the cockpit watch this atomic bombs in this bitch what I spit has the toxin of the shit making my socks stick rocksteady, my bebop clocks heavy on detox the same day I see tom caught jerry beatbox not very, master control program go ham on beats, I'm not even rapping anymore... ... it just happens, get it on, gimme any score man, I'm feeling very bored, full of herb, depressed, seeing atoms everywhere bullies, nerds, I'm pressed to bring this emcee shit back herbert west
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tentacles 05:21
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quarks 03:33
QUARKS god made a chemistry set somebody forgot to follow all the directions he set #1: don't use it, return to manufacturer earth's a bad patty smashed under a bad spatula crumble under the music, yeah, I'm a bad bachelor any cutie who likes me in back of the cab cackling death rattling everyone likes to think they're a god damn battle ram I think I'm mad cattle, man everything's looking like a cell wall lately look in the mirror and see a single cell's all I only smash the real small stuff where do I stand without any grass to keep off of? test tubes pessimism sex lube take me to the next groove react with me I gotta getchooo existentialism guess two heads are just as good as one inside of a guillotine I'm not a stoner yeah, I'll burn some but I'm not going to college for the girls, I wanna learn something I wanna see my life split with my own eyes I wanna see that hype shit rip through its own lies I wanna see how many people get tricked by their own guise like you're headed for something after like everything's fair like anything even matters like a dog with a broken leg'll outrun the catcher like you aren't an apprentice like you're not gonna get shot in the midst of a seven-syllable sentence like your repentance is gonna send you to heaven like you're somehow beyond all the physical things you're renting like you're not an obscure compilation of minerals, water and protein, cells that form society of their own, based on robotic chemical signatures, imprints, and signals, and sickness, and principals, every single co worker working to feed a filing cabinet with the storage capacity of a galaxy made of raw meat; billions and billions of neurons that send electromagnetic signals through synapses that converge and cooperate to form an alignment of electrical information capable of developing and referencing sensory readings of an outside world, stored impermanently in the mind in the form of a literal thunderstorm; a pinprick picture of sparks, held together in the frock-coats of molecules, forming the framework of a literal god to their kind, made up of atoms, made up of protons, neutrons, and electrons, photons, gravitons, passing push and pull between leptons and quarks that spark swords on the battlefield known to the world as darkness, building elements made of pure energy, powering what little there is of anything that managed to survive keeping it alive rolling into clusters of the corpses of dead relatives the surfaces of which coated in the ambitious love of everything for everything else constantly moving crashing burning breaking breaking back down back down into the darkness
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SATURDAY but fuck it, right? but fuck living in a bucket, right? kick it. fuck everybody at school; they can suck it, right? wicked. and fuck honor and ethics and every other nice thing that keeps me up at night, sickened. and fuck someone from some day who comes from someplace in the back of my head and cuts one blade of grass from the casket laid in the garden I placed in her heart and defaced it, fuck it right? itching fuck it, right? stitching my skin back together with the bloody sheets from my bed, fuck it, right? the bloody scenes in my head every fucking time I look up or right lynching fuck posting my shit on soundcloud facebook twitter tumblr youtube bandcamp in my lap, posting to rapgenius I grab steering cause this oncoming car's gonna kill me fuck it, right? fuck sitting in my car for an hour after work cause I'm a coward to these jerks, but fuck it, right? fuck wasting gas, driving into town wasting all this wifi, siphoning this sound, just jiving it around, trying to write everything down from the skull of this ivory boy that I think is profound but it's kinda fucking loud moreso than it needs to be. rap's a little too easy for me and not everyone is believing me when I rap about my struggles, too or maybe you believe me, but I struggle to my friends all support me even though I'm fucking doing so much better than them, they're going out of their minds using knives to divide knuckles in two, but fuck it right? got my license puff one jay nevermind it, cause come Sunday my narrow mind is gonna be flooded by everything behind it but fuck it, right? 1676, E. Wallum Lake Rd. pull up in the driveway birdhouse mailbox oak tree pokes into the road, took the tails off dodge it in a kia send a text to momma, she thinks that I'm on the highway turned seventeen, watch the cherry blossom bloom for the last time, overgrown, leaves are rotting soon the fall's coming, I gotta say goodbye I crush weeds where flowers used to grow raspberry trees still release their dying moans climb branches that broke my arm to the deck where I ducked smoke alarms slide the door take a step into the room which was once warmed by a fireplace now a strange mural white and grey, golden walls I remember when there was no gold at all I used to lay in bed and button up my overalls play the game of not stepping in the light, roam the hallway watch cartoons all day walk into the kitchen, where we used to dare for a lie woke up before school, spilled juice on the floor and cried, watched mom clean it I sing a truer sigh these little regrets serve as pestilence through my life the air misses a heartbeat keep darkness in arm's reach cold wind sneaks in a stark breeze I feel my arm squeezed I broke down walls the guest room is mine I studied visions huddled in my bed, two to nine and past nightmares every night tried too hard to fight fears mom would say "I'm right here, you're okay" set in, estranged ten to eleven, the range of the shouts like bullets foul currents crept through my brain as a bad dream grew as a half-teen youth mom would kneel down, "what would you do if everything changed? for the first, I learned that everything breaks up I laid, eyes open, trying hopefully to wake up keep the house, knock your brain off, papa started making hip-hop and sustained soft talk, but trying to get my fame all proper saturday nights, watching the pats, this became our chakra watched a world decay I started feeling eerie skulk around sneakily, I found your brain bleeding fourteen and up, I'm in my room, watching cartoons, feeling all coool til you stop through try to watch television with you but I'm not a rock, dude never disappointed, just glad that I never copped brew I like to slow myself, not destroy it it just gave me some time to sit and listen to the voices and I like the taste of breathing flames, burn my teeth and my brain tell myself a dragon tale to ease the pain I played a cast, a kid a son a different one took a long time for me to believe that the shit was done I guess I held on too long cost me woolongs now that everyone's officially moved on I guess it's time to strike set for this play put it on to teach me something I don't think I'll ever quite get I don't think I memorized my lines well Can't quote a single one I broke the rules, packed a dime L light it, smoke pass a room where so much happened I don't know, make a choice my hands become empty walk down the stairs, apartment for my grandfather I took it when he got too sick to be left alone studio outside, mom would sing and play tried to turn me into something I jusr didn't play now I thank god that she got me in to stay open the garage door, doorknob's hot sparks fly trails of smoke in the sky the front yard the porch swing the lord sings funeral march pass truths true to the heart my life is a movie I'm only shooting this part on the porch with a bad son shot myself in the eye too close with a cap gun mom and dad said it was the toy's bad, don't worry about it you're still young after this is done anything can happen you just have to be ready, work hard, and don't forget to have fun, in the september wind, the cherry blossom blaze pink for the last time I guess I should say a thing I guess I should say what I think this is the end of act 1.
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epilogue 04:04
EPILOGUE believe it or not I'm actually tired I think I'll hit the hay it's okay tomorrow's another day I think or no I know you know I don't like being bad I'll see you in the morning I'm not gonna watch another bad movie with you I'm gonna have to pay nore attention to everything I do I can't be here I'm here you're there and for now I'm just too scared I'll see you in the morning I did it to myself like I knew that I would I guess it feels too good to be home where I can be alone in the dark I can see some things you can't believe so for now I'm gonna leave cause I know that you will be there for me when I can't breathe and when the son is in the sky I can promise I'll be high good day good night too bad I'll see you in the morning

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Spike The Dragon's final album, newly remastered to not sound like utter shit. For what it's worth. Thank you very much for all and any support.

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released January 16, 2016

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