Hidden track on my album.
ILLigitt
I'm a 19 year-old aspiring musician currently residing in Leavenworth, KS. I've been rapping since I was 13. I sucked at it until I was 14 and I've been good at it since I was 15. I've fucking ruled at it since I was 16 and I started getting better when I was 17. I became so amazing that I required a human sacrifice when I turned 18. I turned 19 and still have not received what is now my annual sacrifice, so now I refuse to keep making music until someone appeases me. My penis is several minutes long, and I am un-full of shit like you wouldn't believe.
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Story behind the song
The lyrics are very, very abstract and it takes a lot of thinking (and leap of the imagination ) to really connect everything and get a sense of what the song is about. It's written in very vague metaphor ("Aesop Rock-esque" ), but no word is there by accident. It was all carefully crafted and every word is significant. I enjoyed writing this song a lot. It's a fun way to write.
Lyrics
Sleep, the human condition that leads to
Abridged judgment, swing states and crucifix visions
The sweepstake dream state moves with super precision
I've seen it through, mark of the righteous might fall
About the path, but when I lined the white walls
Jack Sparrow gave out a patch for what my blind eye saw
When I turned it, a version of the myth, perched on purpose
From the shoulder to the armrest, contexted in cursive
And the wordsmiths are working to bombard you with bomb threats
They try to contribute, they don't harvest the knowledge
But the armor is flawless, and a severed head accepts you
For every college-level lecture that you slept through
The best scoop is taken from the sweet bowl, chemical
The better bet uses intoxicants in a street hold
We fold, you've already seen my cards
What good is a poker face given away by breathing hard?
Late nights before the indoctrinate? Don't even try, kid
The penalty is 30 lashes, from your eyelids
Icepicks will give you hope, when it's tragedy backed
I can see what they envisioned through the back of a patch
And the world is in my chest, I bleed River Styx
In front of a lesser crowd, where only similies stick
And an open mind reveals the inner beast b***
With a beastmaster, you are who the victims bleed with
I waltz through the halls of a pillow factory
Claiming Insomniac, while outsanes laugh at me
Endstate strategies: inaccurate practice
Primitive, heirloom beliefs will inhabit the masses
Like, rabid speech is the master of traffic
Dictating Scarborough through to blacken the average
Vegetative mindstate that relate to the break of the gem
The insomniac is safe from the rape of the brain at its stem
And it infects when you're speaking to a power
Because sleeping habits extend far beyond reasonable hours
And it seeps into the flower, blossoming in its innocence
And murders it with steroids, and anti-photosynthesis
It grips the wrist and distributes a couple slits in it
To give you the illusion of ease, through pain and ignorance
It's made to interject, when you step to the light
Free your self from the vice, before you blame the simpleton
The harsh reality will address the triple-win
That you envisioned in a dream, awaken and bliss cracks
And you try to go back to sleep, 'cause you want to get it back
Long hair with a beard, sing songs in the sky
It's hard to accept when you withdraw from your high
And you hurt those around you, just to continue
The world is your cloister, and people trust in you
If this is hard to understand, you've still got some waking up to do.
