Telepathy (preview) / Minor Tech. (single version)
Got your popcorn? Think that you simply just heard it all? Well no! This very sampler will lead you into just one of my surprises (and talents). Acoustic guitar solo: Schizo Da Maddcap (lyrics included).
This site contains things of a psychedelic hip-hop nature. A Sudden Glance at Empty Rooms (Movements I-VI)iz goin' down rite now!!!!!
Story behind the song
These compositions are entirely of the forthcoming album of the 3-disc Schizo da Maddcap trilogy. The 'trailer' preview of Telepathy is written, produced, and programmed by Schizo da Maddcap (Fingaz). Minor Tech. is written, produced, and remixed by Schizo da Maddcap. Classical acoustic guitar solo: Ormoned Fingers (Schizo). Recorded in Illinois Winter 2004.
Lyrics
Telepathy (preview)
Schizodelic Tunes present...
A Maddcap Sound Labs production...
Starring Mista Fingaz as Schizo Da Maddcap...
in the mood piece called...
Telepathy...
(from Poem "obtuse")
Send your beam upon this crowd,
let them express their sentiments.
Help them avoid the outbreak breaking out,
taskmasters with flashlights are the impediments.
That way our flag waves it's way overdue,
and they say my words are so obtuse.
To see if tey apply to everyday life,
don't stop until you see the man with the scythe.
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If you know your artistry, let ya let your music
speak for you. If you know your hustler, then let your sales
speak for you.
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If you've been interested are you venturing? You attentive?
Are you listening??? Let's get this thang started.....STAY TUNED!!!
Minor Tech. (single version)
Classical Acoustic Guitar solo by Ormoned Fingers (Schizo)
VERSE ONE
|Left out in the rain I feel the air falling from the ceiling people asking questions there's no chance in feelin' this. Attempts are useless cause you just can't stop it, you arguments on top of compliments why don't you block it out ya mind. Probing interrogations, accurate deliberations crossfire, then backfire, THC - lyrical quagmire. Keep ya discipline nigga what does it mean, the two sides of one you haven't seen until...Now, stress fracture, rough sketch, unmixed wit no chasers, sittin up in the basement, reiterating past events like when I put this foundation under the pavement. By way of forceful measures to talk of it we'd be runnin' da beat two hours and 45 mins. I'm brainstorming some rippin you out da frame like an ex-wife doin' her husbands pictures, old negro like that spritual sh**, I come equipped with that jumble shit ready to rumble bitch, making thoughts shift gears with a quickness, magic and mystic...
HOOK
Distracted from all reality, now I'm let out on a minor technicality...why? They done fucked up now cause they let a nigga back on the streets somehow. (repeat)
VERSE TWO
|Ride till the wheels dismantle, don't change that channel. Leave it locked down, bad than a mutha-son-of-a-Leroy Brown. Enter my composition to hell wit competition let loose like emission, recon mission. Strapped in a padded room and emotionally disturbed, fire up that herb just to calm my fuckin nerves. How the fuck are you to tell me just to stop, eat the long end of a dick bitch you worse than a cop. Hustle leads to a higher ground so I stay on the grind, one time on my mind, 39+5 in your panic-striken face frantic lyric lace, fuck around with fingaz turn it into a basket case. Punch it in the riff-o-matic bangin' like a sinus headache, puttin shit back to normal like kaoepectate. And checkin these cakes like the bakery, you been deceived like Hillary, these people in my head are fuckin scrambled-up like New York City.
HOOK
Classical Acoustic Guitar solo
