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This turned out a little hip-hop rap-reggae-funk .. or hippae-hophunk.. :)
Multi collab by:
Craft - Vocals, drums, strings, synths, composition and arrangement
APB - Guitars
EZamor - Additional synths and FX
Drew Kopr - Bass
spitlogic - Vocals (1:35-2:18)
DJ French Toast - Vocals (2:50-3:35)
Ana Sofia - Vocals (4:01-4:03)
Lyrics by: Craft, spitlogic and DJ French Toast
Multi collab by:
Craft - Vocals, drums, strings, synths, composition and arrangement
APB - Guitars
EZamor - Additional synths and FX
Drew Kopr - Bass
spitlogic - Vocals (1:35-2:18)
DJ French Toast - Vocals (2:50-3:35)
Ana Sofia - Vocals (4:01-4:03)
Lyrics by: Craft, spitlogic and DJ French Toast
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Lyrics
Craft
I travel far from the confusion
I move myself away from the great multitude
Where always is the same
Where everything does not pass of a misfortune
(Everything) starts to insatiate
Every hour in this place
Seeing all equal one, the same controversies
To hear… to criticize and to spread
Malicious and offensive intrigues
Those do not pass as aggressive words
It's something that does not have a remedy and it compels me to fall in a great
Strangeness and momentary apathy
'cause deeply it is what I possess, is what I have
To choose, without justification, seeing...
Now I cannot hide
What goes on in my soul… It is not a secret but nobody wants to see it
Nobody wants to feel the doubt of to have and to not have
To speak alone of closed mouth
To speak loud without being able to hear anything
Chorus
You do not say more
Listen! What is happening to you?
Do not look
Listen! The world is getting mad
Does not think more
Listen! What is happening to you?
You do not breathe more
Listen! Your sickened
You do not say
You do not look
You do not breathe
You do not think
You do not say more
You do not look
You do not breathe
You do not think plus
This is not the consequence of that which we read in periodicals
It’s truth!
Listen! You want more?
We give you more
Spitologic
As I reflect on self;
Reflection of God
Mirror image of I;
Created we all
Committed to fly
Yet I'm slated to fall
The planet in cycles
We panic with psychos
The only thing that’s keeping me sane is this light prose
Fight those who lie and like those who try to right those
Wrongs.
These are songs I submit on a rhythm
In preparation for the cataclysm
There's no need to be mad at wisdom
We all have a mission and a place in this elaborate system
Small cogs in this larger machine
Made up of human beings
Spending our time in pursuit of wings
While some are stuck in pursuit of things
We do stupid things
In the name of our lucid dreams
Ill never fault one who follows their heart
As opposed to all the false ones who borrow the part.
Chorus
Dj French Toast
Mixed up in the hypnotic toxic shocks it lighting locks it
Lint in the pockets of rich harlots bleeds scarlet
Like mars bright light elliptical fit cakewalk round talk
Jazz cats seem velvet ice-cream drips
Dali-esque time melts fried smelts small belts
Nothing feels felt black hole time stops floats rocks
Doors knock nobodies in fish tank ship sank
Versatile snake it stanks in the lake
Inferred eyes goggles look wide I’m tired no job got fired
Fully wired computer hooked cerebellum's processor flip pages like book
Flash light scan the palm of my hand identity chip recognized to further the master plan revert to Tarzan
Happier man beat chest have clan
Craft
We live in a world that says it's civilized,
But if this continues soon we'll be finished
We’re committing suicide and I ask. Why?
Cannot anybody see? Cannot anybody see?
All violence is what we read in the periodical
Television shows it… it's all the same
Can we be so blind that we do not see that we are all in the same flock...
Nobody moves for change
The reality that encircles us says nothing to them
We only bind to the brand...
Do you prefer Armani or Prada?
Wars are succeeded; we do not try to change it
The past deceased are forgotten
Lost among the fog
Stop and look, listen to my rhyme
Look at you and tell me the reason of such destruction
The reason for the vanity and the reason...
Chorus
I travel far from the confusion
I move myself away from the great multitude
Where always is the same
Where everything does not pass of a misfortune
(Everything) starts to insatiate
Every hour in this place
Seeing all equal one, the same controversies
To hear… to criticize and to spread
Malicious and offensive intrigues
Those do not pass as aggressive words
It's something that does not have a remedy and it compels me to fall in a great
Strangeness and momentary apathy
'cause deeply it is what I possess, is what I have
To choose, without justification, seeing...
Now I cannot hide
What goes on in my soul… It is not a secret but nobody wants to see it
Nobody wants to feel the doubt of to have and to not have
To speak alone of closed mouth
To speak loud without being able to hear anything
Chorus
You do not say more
Listen! What is happening to you?
Do not look
Listen! The world is getting mad
Does not think more
Listen! What is happening to you?
You do not breathe more
Listen! Your sickened
You do not say
You do not look
You do not breathe
You do not think
You do not say more
You do not look
You do not breathe
You do not think plus
This is not the consequence of that which we read in periodicals
It’s truth!
Listen! You want more?
We give you more
Spitologic
As I reflect on self;
Reflection of God
Mirror image of I;
Created we all
Committed to fly
Yet I'm slated to fall
The planet in cycles
We panic with psychos
The only thing that’s keeping me sane is this light prose
Fight those who lie and like those who try to right those
Wrongs.
These are songs I submit on a rhythm
In preparation for the cataclysm
There's no need to be mad at wisdom
We all have a mission and a place in this elaborate system
Small cogs in this larger machine
Made up of human beings
Spending our time in pursuit of wings
While some are stuck in pursuit of things
We do stupid things
In the name of our lucid dreams
Ill never fault one who follows their heart
As opposed to all the false ones who borrow the part.
Chorus
Dj French Toast
Mixed up in the hypnotic toxic shocks it lighting locks it
Lint in the pockets of rich harlots bleeds scarlet
Like mars bright light elliptical fit cakewalk round talk
Jazz cats seem velvet ice-cream drips
Dali-esque time melts fried smelts small belts
Nothing feels felt black hole time stops floats rocks
Doors knock nobodies in fish tank ship sank
Versatile snake it stanks in the lake
Inferred eyes goggles look wide I’m tired no job got fired
Fully wired computer hooked cerebellum's processor flip pages like book
Flash light scan the palm of my hand identity chip recognized to further the master plan revert to Tarzan
Happier man beat chest have clan
Craft
We live in a world that says it's civilized,
But if this continues soon we'll be finished
We’re committing suicide and I ask. Why?
Cannot anybody see? Cannot anybody see?
All violence is what we read in the periodical
Television shows it… it's all the same
Can we be so blind that we do not see that we are all in the same flock...
Nobody moves for change
The reality that encircles us says nothing to them
We only bind to the brand...
Do you prefer Armani or Prada?
Wars are succeeded; we do not try to change it
The past deceased are forgotten
Lost among the fog
Stop and look, listen to my rhyme
Look at you and tell me the reason of such destruction
The reason for the vanity and the reason...
Chorus
spitlogic
Its been a long time coming on this track man. Nice work with it. I had almost forgotten about it.