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12 verses

by Alex of The Naps

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lyrics

verse 1 over nothing

at 1:30 a.m. the house is quite playing the song of silent mayhem
all stuck up in my brain
try to sleep, it's no good
cold blood rushing through my eyes, keep 'em open
unravel
start to fray
moths beat a quiet drum
silver fish march along
Oli's in the next room starting to awake
my computer screen buzz like marine haircuts
I'm obscene, I'm smut, I lie about my state
This is me imagining
hatching a plan to make an average night sound a little less plain
But I speak my chest
keep abreast to my tendencies to festoon a barren mind
My escape
Eyes on my eyes and eyes on my throat
I envision myself just standing on stage
Talking, they don't care
I am a motley dance of thoughts that don't mix
like black and black make gray

verse 2 over old times sake

back in the racket I'm rachetin' rackin' your noggin
passionate pacifist packin' a rap at the bombin'
bangin' and smashin' attackin' the beat like a Bonham
ziggin' and zaggin' to capture the light like a blossom
hazardous rappin' I'm spittin' the gases and toxins
shrapnel and ashes are scattered about when I'm rockin'
packets of rap will get passed through the barrier masses
I'm waves and sound particles tunneling through your brain
hatchin' a plan to be crackin' the codes and the logins
smashin' and grabbin' the vaults and then crashin' the markets
activists aimin' at thugs are targeted marksmen
accidents happen and askin' the truth is a problem
Alex is havin' a blast when he's draftin' a doctrine
anarchist advocate catalyst lyrical arson
nearing the margins I peer over stars I'm here with the martians
your ear is a target and I'm shootin' lazer rays

verse 3 over h-u-s-t-l-e

I can hear the baby breathing now
put him down for the evening now
quiet in the house even now
after streets were loud
walk with frozen feet for miles
speakin out on megaphones
the classiest say, "keep it down"
I keep it down inside my chest and give police the evil brow
the younger ones reserved, they got secret smiles
some just wanna be allowed to unleash a rubber round into sucker crowds
paychecks written by the thugged crowns
to muffle mouths and hustle towns and cities out of what's allowed by God
Autumn's odd, cold winds, people gettin hot
Son of Art, son of Lisa, son of art of singin' beats
some of all of some of me is unsure to some degree about what I'm doing here
cool as beer
trying to figure out how to move and ear without lookin' weird
getting crooked stares as crooked stairs
waiting for the cops to unhook the flares
taking video souvenirs

verse 4 over narrow path

listen
I live in a time of mythical unreasoning
I live in a place with cynical-type people
justice for some while some get policing
you cut to the point -- the cynical start lesioning attention
build strength -- they say you're weakening
talk on weekdays, nobody hears on weekends
nobody thinks -- monologue pundit repeating,
"this conversation's done. fuck you. good evening."
unreachable -- don't mistake it for undefeatable
freedom ain't free but the fee is unfeasible
for the feeble and weak
ain't all food stamps redeemable
food? none of that's eatable
neglected in deserts to fester like the fecal do
a pestilence to the best at the checking institutes
instituting policies to separate -- centrifuge
they won't even lend you an ear
your argument is disapproved

verse 5 over hottness

one minute of hottness
I drop like Chad Johnson
obnoxious awesome Odd spit fast rhyme things
all in your aural axis my axe swing
cut your ear make your head throb take aspirin
askin me to access your absent mind
I ascend rhyme so high climb grasp at vines
swingin back go back in time
neanderthal on the cave wall scratch that rhyme then kill that lion
cook it up in a big cast iron
I'm past prime but I'm not past enjoying my pastime
past fine but still fine -- rap's Meg Ryan
hide and seek from death
rhyme till caskets find me
make noise till eights rotate to the side
and Occupy obey the police state
undeterred by snowflakes relocate
that's forever now
keep your faith

verse 6 over no one

they say that no human thing is really of much importance
if I don't rise tomorrow the Sun rises regardless
the universe is lawless and God is remorseless
he'll take you in the night and he don't need any warrants
never used to think about it, I didn't give four shits
workaholic zombie, I was a rigorous mortis
then I met a girl, we made a family portrait
now something about life seems a little more gorgeous
something about love will make you fight like Muhammad
takin' on them forces, the guns are enormous
don't need reinforcements, run straight at them warships
with nothing in my hands -- not a blade or a full clip
just an image of my son in my focus
fight a horde of Locusts, set fire to the the coldness
if I was once soulless it now resides where my home is
wherever's Oli and Miss Lopez

verse 7 over big loud

the first thing I ever saw was the dirt
a life that converted straight in to the depths of all worth
from the high point anointed by the tears of the Lord
to be right back appointed to the tip of the sword
on the chop block
first empty out my pockets of Comstock
and work me to the bone like Ong Bak
from 9-5 on up to third shifts
where sleep is aversive to putting and heat in the furnace
or paying the nurses
or receiving pedagogical service
or education devoid of Christian verses
the hearse is round the corner for me when I am no longer profitable
till then my presence is tolerable
cop a little off of my plate and put it in them fat abdominals
the benefit is sociological
as long as our highest worth is buying up the arsenal
and I'm making weapons pointed straight at where my heart is at

verse 8 over hold on soul

there was a time when I had very little worries
a time when my decisions weren't judged by many juries
back in Indiana playin' in the dirt I was dirty
times of innocence, never thought about life at 30
and beyond, time and age related inversely
certain about my age, my time left and uncertainty
there was a time when spendin' that walkin' on my journey
wasn't crazy -- now it seems an absurdity
I guess I've grown to my demise
squandered time, haven't really shown up for life
scared of sun light, I've been holed-up inside
my only exercise is when I hold up a mic
life's a battle I ain't really shown up to fight
sword in the stone, they say don't touch the knife
the end comes in a bum rush and it's like
you never know enough to live, always know enough to die

verse 9 over since

since I've been on earth I've been a rap embodied
small frame pound for pound potentest moxy
sealed up tight like a blue print at Lockheed
voice slower than sound, my mind moves at mach three
developing slow like an elephant's offspring
my paws ain't got claws, I'm still pausing
started too late, too
my hairline balding -- James Lebron-ing
past prime -- Goldie Hawn-ing
they say you're never too old to just start living
an adolescent dream born, opposite mortician
and I don't need light, I sit in the dark spittin'
play the background supporting role -- Scott Pippen
archbishop of sound, religious artistic
Rain Man of rhyme, savant autistic
explosive -- tooth shrapnel ballistic
spit projectile hit your face, hot liquid

verse 10 over what it is

maximal heat
acidity
get burnt
mad fricasseed
when i'm smashin a beat
hatchin a plan
hop in the van
capture and keep your attention
ass in the seat now
run for your lives
Ax gonna speak nasty
you gnashin your teeth
can't catch me at half speed
gamma ray samurai packin a rap in my sheath
smash glass mandibles -- glass in your teeth, cast on your cheeks
they cast lead where there's trash in the street
captivity
you've got your ball, you've got your chain, crash into me
pacts are deleted askin for peace
ain't got a chance
ain't got a need
imagine the peeps sharin the world
having their dreams
absurdity
laughably
I suppose I should just rap about smashin a beat
slappin a bitch casually

verse 11 over love's gamble

and I'm drinking more coffee
days meet night
my circadian's off beat
heart beat is off too
like roads in Frost speak
I lost sleep like fat kids do to broccoli
probably the most raw rap y'all see
with your ears -- that's imagining audibly
seeing weird things
but the sheep ain't frolicking
when the baby is collicking
and my job is calling me
and everybody and their lovers' talking economy
systematic policy
board room robbery
some blame it on aliens
they're treated like martians be
American Autumn -- it's the American Audit, see
they ain't going home yet -- it's the American Odyssey
there's hippies and weirdos -- it's the American Oddity
and regular dudes, too -- it's the Americans boring me
and I ain't holdin signs but I know that I oughta be

verse 12 over do you remember

lights are off in the hallway
down the baby sleeps
shadows on the light switch
demons on my failing breach of breath
breathe and step, stop where the devil dance
walk around the desert market
warn the thieves with severed hands
a better chance escaping
with the dead up in an ambulance
or maybe just halfway home
overdose on Ambien
the champion will lift his fist to cheer a king
the one defeated, won his soul, is dying in the ring
mighty is the pen more than the sword, except in war
when they're banging on the door I'm cutting off an arm
slicing up a heart with a Bic in my grip and all
no anesthetic, no antiseptic or Demerol
a dirty procedure done up in the dark
with a sleep-deprived doctor
and the scalpel ain't too sharp
cut it off and mail me the limbs to four corners
at least I'll travel the earth in the peace of four quarters

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released March 19, 2012
music taken from various artists through youtube
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