Blind Inspirations (Ded PoEttz soPSYeti)
This track took days for me and Spida' Monk to create. It's well worth the seven minutes of your time, complete with multiple style flips, samples, distinct messages (postive & morbid)
Overall, one of the tightest tracks we've ever made.
Pure Poetry Pure HipHop DARK INSANE These mcs perceive life as a destructive force We as one unit devise what weve lived through as a mechanic for our own m
These mc's perceive life as a destructive force. We as one unit devise what we've lived through as a mechanic for our own music. In turn our words have become weapons. Don't believe it? Come and chat with us and you will be left exhiled from the living."
Story behind the song
Man, all I can say about this, is me and Spida' Monk took some amphetemines one weekend, and from Friday evening till Sunday evening we were writing, rhyming, tweaking, and adding concepts, samples, and effects on this lyrical masterpiece. Truly put massive time into it. We pleed for y'all to listen to it, as we put sooooo many hours into it, we are only asking for a mere 7 minutes of your life. So please, take the time and show some appreciation.
From DPS to you
Peace, One Love, & God Bless
(p.s. - If you haven't seen Frailty, GO WATCH THAT MOVIE)
Lyrics
“The end of the world is coming. It’s near, the angel showed me. There are demons among us. The Devil is releasing them for the final battle. It’s being fought right now, but, nobody knows it except us and others like us.”
Spida' Monk:
I WALKS IN A PATH WITH MY STAFF WERE THE EVIL STILL WRATHS AND THE DEMON STILL LAUGHS WERE THE SCREAMING STILL HAS ALL THE PAIN OF THE MASS AND THIS GAME SHALL NOT PASS QUIETLY NOR LIGHTLY THE VISIONS COME IN LIGHTNING SPEED SO I PLEAD TO THE SINNERS TO CEASE THEY BELIEF OR LIVE IN THE WINTERS ON A CROSS FULL OF SPLINTERS ON A BANK WITH BLOOD IN THE RIVERS WITH CROWS THAT FEAST ON THE LIVERS
Chope:
Premade delerious, those who degrade take serious
They infiltrate villages committing rapes villainous
Evading the missile hit by escaping the militant
The history of it all still remains in the pyramids
Heat raised in the skillet lit the flames for the pigeon in
The cage with diminishing rain which could fizzle it
Praise if you’re feelin it, straight gaze at the limitless
Graves your friends visit when they play with their visions
You’re a slave to the Ritalin My soul knows no faction
That hasn’t had a fascious prick homo sick bastid
Sabotage all the action with a bolo or hatchet
So tragic you chose to show Chope no compassion
Nose blows slow reaction, your blood flow’s so relaxin’
Slang’s close to an accent though spoken with absence
Life bites venomous like those Kamododragons
While the world is a little bitch, a close Frodo Baggins
Spida' Monk:
GOTHIC TOMBS AND ANIMAL BONES IN THE MIDST OF THE GRAVE WERE THE SICKOS ROAM LAID OUT ARE THE NAMES ON THE STONES WICH ARE GRAY I LIVES WITH THIS PAIN EACH FUCKING DAY NOT SANE MEMBRANE SLIT VIEN BLOOD STAIN GET BUTANE YOU TO CAIN I WILL TIE GET THE FLAME YOU WILL DIE ITS INSANE HOW U CRY BYE NO LONGER SURVIVE YOUR DEAD NOT ALIVE YOU ENTER MY REALM OPENED EYED SEE YOU HERE FOR ETERNITY OWN DAMN ENEMY
“Demons are taking over the world”
Hook:
It’s kinda like a blind inspiration
Life’s a bitch honest, with a filthy crust on the clean slate
I’m supposed to pay homage, but it’s corrupt & full of rebates
And the world before God is a fuck up that he remakes
Chope, the soul caught in lost causes stuck within a freeze frame
It’s kinda like a blind inspiration – INSPIRATION
It’s kinda like a blind inspiration – INSPIRATION
It’s kinda like a blind inspiration – INSPIRATION
It’s kinda like a blind inspiration!
Chope:
Witness pain and tragedy enter your brain gradually
Grammatically explaining casualties graced naturally
Reality, has been a slave to fatality
Ever sense the day blasphemy raped agony
Now they collaborate putting the mental in a sadder state
I used to have that erased through massive bags of yay
Mainframe mad deranged, blaze that hash away
To maintain great happy days that pass us as we laugh away
But that is bad in ways if you sit down and think about it
Being unable to have ourselves a good night without the drink around us
So round up your bottles so we can get down till tomorrow
It fills up that half a cup for now so that our souls don’t feel as hollow
Hallow be thy name sang by lines of cane
That hide the night from bane somebody bind my life from pain
But I regain my science with a sight of Midas
While y’all remain blinded with pyrite behind your eyelids
Spida' Monk:
I LIVES IN A MOURGE WERE THE FLOORS FULL OF SMOG AND THE BONES TURN TO OLD WERE THE FLESH OF THE FRESH TURNS FROM HOT INTO COLD IN FOUR DIFFERENT PARTS I DECAPITATE MY DOG IT’S THE LIMBS YES IT BRINGS ALL THE WONDERFUL THINGS IN LIFE LIKE THE KNIFE WICH I USE TO SLICE ON YOUR WIFE MADE FROM THE BONE OF THE DOG WICH I KILLED IN MY HOME HER SKIN IS SO WARM AS ITS TORN AND THEN SWON FROM THE FOOT TO THE DOME OF THE DEAD IM ALONE SO THEY FRIENDS IN MY HEAD INNOCENCE TO MY BED STRAP HER DOWN THEN SHE FED FROM THE BODIES THAT I BLED ALL I SEE IS BLACK AND RED AS THE VICTIM STARTS TO CRY NEXT TO HER I WILL L
