And i'm pushing, pushing back cuz it's cushy living truthful without cash And I'm rushing to get mad cuz this flashy fancy fashions just a fad It's the uncouth but cultured youth Intellectual renegade speculating I bet you hate me resonating That quote that Kurt Cobain said I'll flow till I'm hurt or brain dead Or better yet you'll get swept in the step of sentences that have never been said Yeah I'm killing it quicker than the strobes are flickering yeah you know I'm sicker than Stifler and Hitler: That's American Genocide - That's Foreign Policy yeah you guessed it I tell it right I'm messing your mesmerized like her chest is the bestest size you get it? I'm getting mine. What's next is the rest of life. Bedroom recluse used to getting wrecked and letting loose like privileged little kids on Ritalin never heard of meth abuse except in the news and movies like cool dream of beautiful booties soothe me that's truly what moves drool like I'm toothing I never tune in at uni I don't know what knowledge is All I know's what I want when I'm gawping at college chicks Ha Get silly and stupid plus I like sounding ridiculous rhyming sounds I mix viciously like that scene in Deliverance or what David Lynch wrote about Laura Palmer references upon references yeah you bet I did it I'm next to nothing? Nothing is close to me. What is this ghost I see? American culture pesky western vulture eating scraps of the past fuck the bag there's no panic attack in this track sucks for Iraq, Iran and Afghanistan oh well at least we have Hangover 3 and Miley Cyrus Don't stop the war and why don't you pry my eyelids Clockwork Orange Pouring bombs while I'm soaring beautiful score in scorching school Belgrade in flames we're the fools and we hate it so we make it our day to day to destroy and cause death from above But where is the love and will.I.am serious Where is the love?

Well you've gotta sing about love, once in a while, once in a while Well you've gotta sing about love, once in a while, once in a while Well you've gotta sing about love, once in a while, once in a while Well you've gotta sing about love, once in a while, once in a while Well you've gotta sing about love, once in a while, once in a while Well you've gotta sing about love, once in a while, once in a while Well you've gotta sing about love, once in a while, once in a while Well you've gotta sing about love, once in a while, once in a while Well you've gotta sing about love, once in a while, once in a while Well you've gotta sing about love, once in a while, once in a while

I know I know I know I know I know I know I know It's a jolly day to be alive and I don't know where I'm gonna end up It's a jolly day to be alive and I don't know where I'm gonna end up I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I try to keep it sunny in my mind, 'cause that's how I feel Moisture in the hot air: always surreal Grew up in the cold and dark with malnourished health But in the sun you stay cool and give love to yourself I think its ironic how easy it is to be happy and free Really I thought it was me who was sappy and mean Just breathe a little A little deeper And wait And it ummmm sort of just happens...

Kind of like a dream you just appear right in front of me My mind's writing a screenplay/play with yourself in the audition I'm the only one who's watching We're they only two that talk and we're walking, it's autumn and our hands are in our pockets I'm nervous and I feel wobbly on my feet see it's awkward: Because none of this is actually happening We're really still in class and I'm waiting for a chance to look back again I think I've loved you since I first saw you at that shitty disco where they play Celine Dion It's crazy looking back now and thinking that used to be fun A few years go by and I'm a little more confident I have a girl friend, I'm relatively happy: I think I'm in love You somehow fall into my arms at a party and I think to myself: It's not the romantic walk I dreamed of where we kiss in the golden glow of sunset through the yellow leaves but this is what I've always wanted. I have this rush of joy and euphoria in my arms and lips, I'm getting cocky like, "it was always bound to end up like this", but you eventually get bored and leave the room. And I message you for days thinking, "something beautiful is going to happen, something beautiful is going to happen." But it never does. But it never does. But it never does. But it never does.

Rules of Attraction Dazed and Confused Blue Valentine I get silly, I - I get silly I get silly, I - I get silly I get silly in love every time that I glance at you I love your funky style and your crazy mad attitude I love listening to all your stories about acid and shrooms and I love how you remember the night that I asked to go back to your room I feel peace and harmony like we're always in tune and when we chat about the past we move together into the future usually I'm confused and guarded but my heart explodes with you because we're fused and we're hotter than the sun like it's fusion We travel on a shoe-string but still have enough for a boozy one I'm seeing double but for us what's new is that two is one. Something I never want you to be: my ex Love that can touch through the screen: skype sex Take of the Jean, I Luv and I see: God/art/Goddard: Breathless Bed rest: impossible, popping bottles all night and stay up to salute the sun touch your toes, two in one Lie back, relax and listen to my soothing tongue Shaking and twitching, lately I'm thinking I'm addicted, high and blissful Writing this, shy and bashful but still killing it. But we love beyond hate: Subhan Allah And you're a survivor: Beyonce..Malala Fucking fierce never Tame...Impala Fucking insane....fuckiiing insane....fuckiiiing insane Twin Peaks

Raw Scottish talent, I vote yes on the ballot because I luv peace but I'm always causing havoc I'm not acting like a maverick or talking trash I'm basking in relaxed in action like I'm chilling in a hammock Just trying to keep sharing the good vibes If you're sad then remember the good times Smooth rhymes: that's what I love - Words of wisdom slurred on verses, rhythm imperfect but I'm still working scribbling till my fingers hurt...shiiiiit Luv for luv's sake is pointless and tough but one day in the sun rays with skin smooth and moist is still beautiful but I still ridicule love so let me tell you three letters that she said to me: L.U.V Middle of the night thinking of the times when I was wishing you were mine bringing me a smile, listening to the kind rhythm of your breath, twisting in my bed kissing on your neck, you're dreaming and I can't sleep the heat of your back feels soft and your hairs tangled up and shining in this dark room. Streetlights and stars, beaming from cars, I need a little air, light a cigarette, quiet and yet my mind's a bit of a mess. Fighting all this stress but you're fine sleeping getting rest, you sometimes ask me, "what's going on in your mind when you have insomnia?" Kind of feel like waking you up and talking to you. But instead, I sit and watch you for a while, it doesn't help me sleep, but hey, you're beautiful. The smoke from my cigarette dissipates into the darkness and I'm alone with my thoughts, and eventually my flow comes back. L.U.V: it's meant to be, spread the seed. U for universe, choose your words carefully you might ruin the verse, cool, absurd, ludicrous muse is hurt, loves a stupid curse word bursting with emotive hope crazy fast, locomotive, choke hold, cold is over it's summer now, the sun is out, luv is now. LUV is now. Let it fade out.

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Space truckin' on my own Twenty dollar bill on my phone and I'm gonna spend it all on my mum Cuz my mum, she says that she loves me but I don't ever wanna go back home and when I wake up in the morning I'll be gone cuz I'm truckin' on Wake up and I leave goodbye Can't stay in when I see the sky Didn't mean to make you sad Didn't believe a crazy mad kid would come out swinging, singing, thinking this is it he's distant, is it finished? Unconditional luv has limits? Hold up, wait a minute, I don't know where my filthy villainous ignorant kid is. my mum, she says that she loves me but I don't ever wanna go back home and when I wake up in the morning I'll be gone cuz I'm truckin' on Distasteful ungrateful kid, sacrificed my navel raised him and tamed crazy inside him. Hyperactive like his father, life is rather unpredictable, I'm sick of all the risk involved. And when I call is when it feels funny. But when he calls is when he needs money. my mum, she says that she loves me but I don't ever wanna go back home and when I wake up in the morning I'll be gone cuz I'm truckin' on my mum, she says that she loves me but I don't ever wanna go back home and when I wake up in the morning I'll be gone cuz I'm truckin' on

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http://fromglasgowtosaturn.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/issue-24.pdf We were lying back and watching the clouds blooming and withering a cool gust shivering over shrinking skin around our bare arms and legs and that smell of dried grass and sneezes and midges and wasps tumbling around. The plastic sparked us with electric shocks and we rolled and bounced seeing the sky fall and escape, fall and escape. Then under your breath just before turning and closing your eyes you whispered that thing that stuck in my head. That we are all the way up here in the north where it snows at silly times in the middle of spring even and the rest of the world thinks that we spend our lives gazing through windows at the rain. But today we are lying in the heat of the rare sun split red through the branches living a secret life. No one knows that we are here at the top of the world watching the deep blue of the sky fly away from us. And in a way it’s like we don’t exist at all. The End.

TL:DR ask me I'm a stone cold realist I know that you don't wanna feel this I know that you think that my rhythm is shit but now let me just see if you mean it. My ego's as big as my penis, Ex-girlfriends they think I'm the meanest, They say that I'm dirty their hearts are still hurting but I know, (in my heart of hearts), that my dick is the cleanest. The Charlie I sniff is the Sheenest The money I make is the C.R.E.A.M.est I'm Rankin as high as the Rebus Lied at the beginning, tired of believing, fuck your opinion, the is stone cold surreal shit. And I'm not even close or near finished I've got ebola I know I'm the sickest and I'm Slick so I know I'm the Rickest Notorious you know I'm the Biggest So hot, got degrees, yeah I'm privileged... L.U.V L.U.V A different Kind of Luv.

Kicking back sitting actionless actually Adventure Time on my mind, Idly eyeing up prime Marilyn Monroe look-a-like, harm your own through the night. I'm about to blow the fucking track up: so diffuse the Mic. Utilizing used and tried music like I'm fusing IQ and stupid. I'm losing who's who in this groovy new and cool shit, new school shit, I'm confused, who's using who? Who's authentic? Who's bullshit? Take two minutes to do some thinking, Steve Carrell stupid. Pharrell produced it, music industry used it. It's all psychology like time is stopping rewind and all of these costumes posthumously using tunes to make profits, mate. It's all psychology, pop activism, pop philosophy. Pop goes the we sell an impossible image of probable happiness and sell it till everyone's similar. Mass hysteria, Iggy Azelia ass and Azealia Banks is getting hurt from the cultural smudging, it's serious. Am I delirious? I'm not making Hip Hop it's a shit-storm, I've been born too late to equate race and hate, I know it still pervades but to me it's another time, pretty much colour blind but others are stuck in time. It's all psychology, history and monopoly, all of these awful things constantly stopping dreams, awkward teens shocked and teased, cops yelling stop and freeze: I don't know shit about that - all I know's I'm going fucking H.A.M on this track. Happily stupid Naturally ruthless Fuck what you say put my dick in your toothless Why ball when your hoopless? Cooped up in the burbs it's absurd there's no roof left. Stupid, i get stupid, so stupid. Full of drink, rummaging for some vodka, rum and gin, coke on the side, so alive, I'm so fucking sick. Guilty conscience, feeling robbed and awful, awkward identity, talking like abedy (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGPgCVJUsI), take a break, who's afraid things will stay the same? I'm afraid things will stay the same. I'm afraid things will stay the same. I'm afraid things will stay the same. Hate the way they've paved the fame for appropriation, they hope we hate them: feeding the click economy, elitists and thugs really hit it off it seems. Pop activist Popping bottles of the champagne and shit How about I show you what brainless is Drinking till the music becomes painless shit Pop activist Popping bottles of the champagne and shit How about I show you what brainless is Drinking till the music becomes painless shit Acting stupid. I'm acting stupid. Why am I acting stupid? Stupid.

It's over now. If you've made it this far and actually listened to every track, or at least a few of them, I am very thankful that you pay attention to what I work on. It's very kind. I only hope to share my experiences of the world in a mildly entertaining manner. I hope you enjoyed it. Tell me if you read this message. Spread the Luv. Peace.x