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Brain Food (Clean)

by Elemint

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Once again reborn; descendants of this endless dawn, yes skin just gives us form… as light bends through space, dimensions, and geometric shapes. Energy rendered from that center; this is what it creates… mind, an interpretation of time; eyes portraying lines of separation, generations go blind. Searching those lines to define purpose, (but) can’t work the design; from our surface, climb further inside. Behind curtains of worshiping clergymen; (there are) signs circling… virgins who’ve given birth and then murdered to convert a man. Damn, most these religions still feel the same, like prison for the brains of children though pilgrimage changed. Throughout the centuries; cities have burned and turned to industry where history is learned, yet our future remains a mystery… stolen from your control once we focused on the moment. Hold it, tomorrows yours, today was our chance our chance to mold it. (know that) Time keeps moving even if you’re standing still, Any fool that can harvest; first must plant the field… Our evolution, is the revolution that you build, Every person makes a change... every change makes it real. (Because) Time keeps moving even if you’re standing still, Any fool that can harvest; first must plant the field… Our evolution , is the revolution that you build. Every person makes a change; every change makes it... I can see the world… but it’s all clipped and collaged; reflection camouflaged in this deceptive façade, Can you still see it? Our eyes search the lines, as mine work to find what words can’t define; I am trapped within this, on a path that is endless… crafting sentences fashioned to unmask the unlimited capacity, exhibit facets of this unfathomably infinite flow; rhapsody masterpiece almost drastically close. (Going) Over the edge, some brace for the fall, I embrace it instead… it’s said change is the cost, we must awake and evolve before all is forsaken and lost along the way I’ll just keep chasing that dawn. Long as I can see the sunrise; in my horizon, I might not reach it but will keep on trying. Believe me; every struggle is a blessing, and even those hard times; will tend to teach lessons. As confessions of embittered heart turn withered and hard, I stay strong and keep from falling apart… in this world meant to take you down, I believe the only way that we can make it is to break new ground (because) Time keeps moving even if you’re standing still, Any fool that can harvest; first must plant the field… Our evolution, is the revolution that you build, Every person makes a change… every change makes it real. (Because) Time keeps moving even if you’re standing still, Any fool that can harvest; first must plant the field… Our evolution, is the revolution that you build. Every person makes a change; every change makes it... (ouR EVOLUTION )
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Much more than a game, (Said) this is my life! Live or die by every word, All I own is any mic… Feel it, or not; you can say what you like. (Said) When I’m finished go on; say what you’d like. (I tried to tell em) Hook-Changes Said, you want to drop a flow? Then write a question to a page; then research what you wrote so you can know what you say. Please; most rappers just tryin to get paid, ain’t nothing real about em, bunch of actors on a stage (eh, yo) I could call it out… who’s into dropping names? Don’t care that gets play; ain’t in it for the fame… came for one reason; cause I feel this in my veins, and if that’s beyond your grasp.. I got nothing to explain Please… how you think I feel about it, people claiming that they kill it when it seldom would be doubted; if it were true, cause real recognize the same, and I can see it when you’re speaking your name. Matter (of) fact, we can feel it out on stage; if you doin your thang… because (see) me, you, and these people; we all one and the same; you either in it for them dollars or you want to see change… in a world where only our words remain.
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Oh My 01:47
(OH MY) Line up for your piece of the pie, making (or; make some) money just to spend it while we’re waiting to die… Hey no need to be actin funny, or reason to ask why (why?), no one makes it out alive! Oh, my Concentrate, try to find a place where no one else will listen; malnourished and confused it’s the modern conditions… nay, latest edition of that same ol’ shit and it spins further outta control the closer we try to get to it. Beneath the street lights; I flow with sentences, grow like inner city photosynthesis (whoa)… witness the emergence of complexity {emergence complexity}, words echoing melody. Thoughts sharpened and scaled on each bar but walls never seen… escape the realness and embrace the what may, either submit to the freedom, or live as a slave; it’s almost paradoxical. Locked in a cage, or chasing cheddar like some rats in a maze; I’m amazed! Lined up for my piece of the pie, making money just to spend it while I’m waiting to die No need to be actin funny, or reason to ask why (why?), no one makes it out alive… OH MY! Line up for your piece of the pie, making (or; make some) money just to spend it while we’re waiting to die… Hey no need to be actin funny, or reason to ask why (why?), no one makes it out alive! Oh, my
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Modern Man 02:02
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I can see the world spinning round, Out of my control, somebody slow it down… I can feel the earth moving right now, Then I close my eyes, and listen (or speak) to the sound Watch reality twist; through the mind psilocybin assists, don’t trip, climb and eclipse… like a Mayan designing the glyphs; high in a cliff side sky while it shined through the mist. Signs defining time, and why it exists… life, climate; it’s that science of this alignment. Rhyme is a gift “accept that, or do as you wish”, with in a moment of truth I grew into this… understanding of a man standing, beneath the stars understanding; finally. I can see the world spinning round, Out of my control, somebody slow it down… I can feel the earth moving right now, Then I close my eyes, and listen (or speak) to the sound From what vantage could I paint this world? Would not a canvas change shape, or the colors swirl into an image hard to recognize(?)… less one stepped outside to reflect on this moment passing by. How could I shine bright enough to catch an eye? I sketch a skyline so vivid the listener kept inside brings each rhythm alive; one more time to hear it, lyrics that shine through these minds mirrors align to finding clearance, at last, finally here… do you mind if I steer us? Nearer to the Sun; seems the further I go, the closer we come to understanding this planet connected as one, or succumbing to a silence uncomfortably numb… plummeting violently from all that we’ve done. (Its Done) I see the end but it has only begun, my eyes closed the words rose until they froze in the Sun.
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She told me, trust is a dangerous dance… Lovers joined at the hands; can break apart when they lose the romance. Standing alone; (lone) abandoned there holding this phone… Screaming at the top of my lungs to the dial tone Was love really meant to be fragile? Casual sex, and scrabble, or more complex like intellectual battles? Traveling the boundaries surrounding our foundations, finding myself vacant of any real relationship. Permanence; what a necessary illusion, I don’t confuse it or dilute the truth for peoples amusement… finding love is far too fleeting, for my heart to keep bleeding; torn apart (in part) over a person leaving. Even when it feels like they’re all that you had, I know; the situation only gets bad before it starts feeling worse… replaying those last days in reverse. Yo, you keep moving forward and deal with that hurt Trust is a dangerous dance… Lovers join at the hands; and break apart when they lose the romance. Standing alone; abandoned there, holding the phone (dialing the phone) (I keep dialing but there’s nobody home) I feel lost… with our friendship dissolved in this distance hearts driven apart by those decisions; these incisions have scarred my existence and now living is hard, but the wisdom is ours; so I give it turning sentence to art. Still feeling like I’m missing a part, of myself; lost in someone else, unwilling to start building again. Mind Blinded by bewilderment; wondering these streets like a child in the wilderness… pondering the purpose of our every step taken, breathe escapin’ to make record of all I’ve kept sacred in this life; ever-changing like the wind and at the end of every journey, another begins… Learning that- Trust is a dangerous…
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Put your hands up high, Some day you want to fly away; and you just might find a way Ya see, I often hear it said it’s best to talk with a smile or walk with an awkward step tryin to floss and style. Please (believe)… keep it bumping until the function is out, and no doubt or assumption about it, (said) you gonna get round. (because) Once it’s all said and done; you just one in a crowd, but sun I’m runnin it now; so stand up if you wanna get down! I came to do this for the music I value, not to show you how or confuse you with values that you might not recognize… nor could I deny truth to myself, or keep it kept inside. (see) I invest so much time into dialect, to proceed; to me just seems like a vital step in a conception of music as expression of you... not confession but connecting our view through the movement of your neck, and in truth, I expect to improve… I’m not the best; this is the best I can do. Feel it… this the music I make, an evolution of the refuge I use to escape and in it express myself and test my limits. (I'm nowhere close to finished) This music is not something you just get into, Hip Hop, it gets into you… it’s the way you view our world through it trying to stay in tune with a movement; only takes a few to (few) learn from it and create what’s new. In an over the counter culture we are paying our dues… how many sleepless nights would I stay up and write, or dreams must be missed to bring this one to life? I couldn't escape the time that it takes to shape minds through the rhymes I create, and don't try.. life is the struggle; yes, and this music is a bond that holds us all together and helps us hold on. In some hard times it’s all that I had, no family or friends around me… just a pen and a pad… but in a real way; what more did I need, then the strength to believe in myself, and follow my dreams? Ya see, I know it’s been said; but at times it takes reminding… Sun; we're all stars you just gotta start shining. Search within those pressures of life until you find, sometimes it takes a hand full of coal to shape a diamond. One. (Sometimes it takes hands full of coal to shape a diamond) Put your hands up high, Some day you want to fly away; and you just might find a way
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We've already crept from behind, As I draw upon breath; the next steps are designed. Investing my time in raw dialect; infecting your mind While most rhyme for a living I'm living to rhyme What a rare gift this is prepare to bare witness, as soon as snares hit I'm flipping scripts; yo step to the groove… move melodies obsessively, steady improve techniques; leaving my method renewed. Since "Sound Syndicate" found they newest weapon to use… Elemint, hip hop reverent reppin tha crew; a true testament to my fellowship, who's questioning? Few… the proof is evident whenever I step to the booth; smooth and accurate patterns, I masterly crafted such elaborateness, its over-adapted incompatible with average shit. Unraveling scrolls, flows established pro status all over the globe… foes ravaged so savage; have to have they closed caskets right after my show. Fans reacting with rapid detachment; once rapper's (wrappers) exposed plastic molds collapse as phatness explodes from this track list… wow
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released December 21, 2011

Artowrk by: Robert Young robertyoungillustration.com

Music by: Brock Berrigan, Octopus Drummer, Maker (of Chicago, IL), and Nature (of the UK)

Lyrics by: Jason & Tony

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