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MT. ANALOGUE - DIRT V

by Mt. Analogue

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Pekowi 03:12
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Hard Drive 02:43
Scuttle scuttle necktie plank time nosedive Pocket dwelling pinwheels prankster driven hard drives Cauterized wounds jewels of an allegory Paper punched pamphlets illuminate a horror story Marbles you got em or you don't that's a fallacy A one lined riddle makes a one lined tragedy Death of a son birth of a galaxy The pinwheel spins as the hard drives masterpiece You can't catch it where you're at You can't catch it if you had a net and started to adapt Instead you start to feel the pressure in your head As the android sparks through a hazed infrared You can call it inefficient The lone wolf cries as it slinks through the mud I like to call it sufficient As the mud its the beast and it chokes on the blood Nihilisms never been a friend of mine in fact I think it's whack Though nature can be a cruel mistress Half of me's duality the other half is asking quien eres? I am not a linguist Hardware hacks through the backs of the treeline We need to get a grip on this expanding organism Progress is real and we need to be re aligned Knocks on the caves of the inbred barbarism Telling me you're selling me a life that's made of fantasy A dirt cheap one time bundle of regrets A body bag a dirty hag a box of pills and epitaph A pile of papers you aimlessly protect. We keep a firm grip on the breath we take And we take it from the breaths others plan to make You can relate On another piece of rock you just might be illegal Shackled thick in the dirt clip the wings of a seagull You'll do this once I can promise that Fingers of this creature pulling swiftly at the habitat Check this turning dictators to breakfast Yes you will be the one to surely get your mind fixed Double Helix schism as it breaks apart the pillars of this downfall Give equality a call Dribble as it spits from the tips of the toes of the street rat scuttle kids Maybe Mommy packed a lunch Silently you packed a punch Notre Dam you've got a hunch? Views on life I've got a bunch Antiquated sedated a lifestyles a separate times Separated inflated a hard drives a special kind Feel it once you'll feel it twice To switch on your shattered mind Free range and change a quantity of better times Better lies inject a bitterness of sacrifice Sacrifice your life and liberate your mind
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Tides 04:08
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Honeycomb 01:58
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Instinct 02:13
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Our HeArt 03:28
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AB-Life Yo, its A to the B, kickin' dust and debris from the catacomb That alone could force you to retreat See I seek peace and departure Never start your crooked stance A long distance trance inhibits your advance Still in denial? I'll put your heart on trial And call it cardiac arrest, don't ever test the science I impress upon dumb crumbs and herbs Like shake and bake with words, numbing your nerves Your fun will get turned into unfortunate events You're spent, paying dues like a portion of the rent As I plummet to depths that exceed 20,000 leagues I'm spillin' fluids inside so I can capsize your entire fleet Bite the steez, bite your cheek and speak in slower phrases Disgraces, you're better off singin' Jehovah's praises I'll soon erase your prior attempts to perpetrate Doesn't hurt to say it's no surprise that you deserved your fate I levitated sedated, faded your status With heat compared to solar flare, apparently I hold more weight than Atlas Don't knock the track, stop it I'll extinguish your ass like I saw flame in your back pocket So hide your face in a locket for generations, impatiently pacin' Missing the point like Shaquille's free-throw We coulda been kickin' it, but you're ugly as a gremlin after midnight When you recitin' the lies from your ego Mt. Analogue This apparatus is evaporating faster than a bucket of blood So if you feel like you're losing the context The apparatus is a metaphor for war And all the dirty little things that come with the concept Pigs wallow as the dollar starts to trickle From the teet to the lips, to the dirt, to the bank And if you're treading water patiently, I'm sorry but I'm telling you, The ship has already sank embrace apocalypse, the biomass is fully innovating As it breaks through the stained glass ENGAGE We blast off into the Bronze Age Information pogo sticks eroding through a blind rage, reckless We are the echoes of the savages Gliding through dimensions passing time and its ravages Guillotine cracks through a snail shell fractal Backward frameworks spawn pterodactyl. Electric, like Tesla pulling mind tricks Ac flows to the AB making LIFE Vegetative is not the state, we keep it meditative Mayberry's burning so call Barney Fife The engineer is building off the colors of the painter The acolyte is burning as he stands by the cross We fill it up and dump it as it flows into the tributary Climbs up the trees as it strangles the moss. AB was speaking leagues of the 20,000 variety This beats fermented funk and we're lacking on the sobriety Sages of sound as the quest lies ahead Apparatus was fiction, it's all in your head.
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Right Here 01:49

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released January 12, 2016

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