Time for another one of those funky raps I suppose Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah This is one of those nights when you have a song in your mind and you can't help but recline, speak your noisy thoughts and feel your noise rock while recording the track. Sickest of beats, slickest of feats, ripping lyrics quicker than I think on my feet, you sink to your seat, fear of defeat: the feeling is real and unreels on the scene when you sink your teeth in the streets. Why do I feel the need to speak this way? Do you want more?!?!?!???!? I don't even know what all of this is, from the Root of the problem till the final Oliver Twist, Fear and Loathing: she chases me and becomes a Hunter.S/huntress, it's nice to meet you, beyond good and evil, she longs to get equal but I don't really needya/Nietzsche so we've come to rest. And fuck success. I'm just trying to find the slut that sucks best. I don't smoke weed, but I snort coke till my nose bleed, and I'll party for a whole week and I still make it home with no sleep. And I can hear these voices in my head and this 808 drum beat repeatedly, repeatedly twisting in my bed tryna get rid of the sweaty covers that are wrapping themselves round my legs, I'm begging for some good dreams for once.

Still on this pill popping shit storm whirlwind trip falling in love with toxic tongue. Spit raw shit, kiss hot lips but nauseous, lost and caught in a mob shocked at the thought that I sought this. My mind is rotting. I do it to thrive and feel alive while others survive just to get by. I sniff in an alleyway by the road while they need an alibi to walk free, not me, I breathe freedom while I see them sigh, they can't stand it but I need to fly. I spend the day in bed for what they beg and get the next fix. They're helpless, I'm reckless succeeding with a death wish. No dreams of money: I'm set to get rich. No dreams at all - I still can't sleep, privileged to beg for dreams. They're shivering and sinking their teeth in the streets while I twist in my sheets. I still can't believe I'm not dreaming or hallucinating in the black, I'm not the guy in the hall you see hating threatening a black eye: depressed perspective - it's a sad sight. Am I dreaming yet? Am I dreaming yet? Am I dreaming yet? I think I'm dreaming. I think I'm dreaming. This is a dream. This is a dream. This is a dream. My heart's racing, I can't face it, chemicals in my mind I can taste it, panic attack and I'm wrapped in the lag and I can't grab at the bag to try save it. My breath: it's failing. Waking delirium, shaking with fear again, I hate what I hear and then I see the sky with a dry pair of eyes I'm paralyzed shattered by life anatomized blaze in the strife but blazed by the light suffering wondering if I'll ever feel something for once in my life.

Ripping apart in my bed - Braveheart. Thinking this art in my head - Descartes. Pressures decline when Adventure Time - watching this, lose your mind - solipsist, choose your time - clocking this, life lessons ripe when you need to fight stress and lighten up - still not quite bright enough - BMO Noire. Cosmic dance, see the stars, bursting decadence, Furniture and Meat, nurture your needs, hurting head and shit, metaphor - meta-six hours in bed and still can't fucking sleep. It's like my eighth episode. How much more Aspirin do you think I can take? Lady Rainicorn, can you ask Finn and Jake? Ohhhh I think I'm dead man, Ginger Bread Man bake me a cake or a tart. Delivery is not perfect but you're still a wordsmith, liver's hurting I'm starting to realize it's damaged, what a shame, but I'm still revitalizing a ravaged genre, lots of pot influence from Asia like Onra, burning desire like Flocka birds migrating migrain what a shame my brain lost a lot of function. Fuck it.

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yes Yes Yes Yes Already 3 in the afternoon, can't get to sleep even after cartoons, and all I really need is a little bit of weed to help me feel good and help me get to sleep soon. But I start to feel anxious like that's it I'm vanished I'm finished I'm vanquished, I can't think this mad shit, I'm doing fine. Can't stop imagining suicide. I've got two minds so who is right? Feeling so dark so lose the lights. The sun can't rise any higher I'm burning desire, so tired I perspire when I think of her skin and all I want's in the soft warmth and firm grip. But if I watch porn I can't feel her kiss, but if it hurts like it's bursting it's worse than not feeling her skin so switch it on. Switch it on. Switch it on.

Skin Diamond, where you hiding? Where you shining? This desire is... Skin Diamond, where you hiding? Where you shining? This desire is... Unbearable, I'll tear off all of your clothes and bare all our bodies I'm not one of these losers living behind an O.K Computer, not a lonely suitor: a distant admirer, twisted desirer, sick lyric inspirer. I was bullied in school to used to looking to bullies to look cool, they sure fooled me, useless to expect a life beyond what you invest, ruthless and reckless, packed up my bags and was soon blessed. Let's go for a drink or an ice-cream, I seem crazy but I was the crazy one in the family too.You're my favourite muse. We share similar views. This is the truth: I just want to be your friend, I just think you're really cool, I've read your blog, I've watched a few interviews, I saw that thing you did with Manuel Ferrara, he's my favourite pornstar too. Skin Diamond, where you hiding? Where you shining? This desire is... Skin Diamond, where you hiding? Where you shining? This desire is... Unbearable, I'll tear off all of your clothes and bare all our bodies. Let me buy you a coffee during your lunch break, we can do this in one take, of what does your cunt taste? I'll just be your friend and be free till the end and we'll tenderly sunbathe in L.A, we can do missionary on Sunday, practice my linguistics like tongue play - of what does your cunt taste? Of what does your cum taste? Skin Diamond, where you hiding? Where you shining? This desire is... Skin Diamond, where you hiding? Where you shining? This desire is...

AAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOHHHHH WAH AH AH AH AH AH WAHHHHHH WAAAAAAAHHHHH AHHHHHH OH OH OH Still on this Come down If you're in bed jump out What's that dumb sound? If the sun's out I'ma run out. Stop come down - why don't you come out? Why look for love now? Stuck in a small town mentality crushed by the gravity no rush in a mad city. Youth - not long now, before the sweet bird has flown and you feel all alone and the kilos have gone and you start to feel old. But fuck it, coz the suns out. But then, will I still be able to drink beer in the garden when my hearing is hardened? Will I be able to squeal the guitar when I've got arthritis? Will I be able to see very far when I feel creeping blindness? Borges, I can't read, I can't hear, I can't feel, I can't sleep, I can't see, I can't eat, I can't beat Dante at ranting the infernal hell, and in turn only time will tell. Cliché - if only I could see straight. Oh for fuck's sake, it's a Sunday, want some fun play and work is so mundane. Can't run away with the circus, there must be another, not just one way. I want a life of rest, not just one day. And I CAN complain: I'm not even on a runway.

The sun is setting, I'm sitting on some steps getting nostalgic for this wasted day, wasted week off. And tomorrow it's back to work. Half a beer in my hand. The red sky looks apocalyptic, with smoke from my cigarette dancing like there's no tomorrow. No tomorrow no tomorrow no tomorrow And I'm full of strange energy. Like, this week has been incredible. I've seen it all, I've said it all. And part of me isn't satisfied with this place, this job. Maybe it's something in the grainy quality of the grey stone houses, but I feel like this is a film, like the plot should be more interesting. I feel a strange sense of butterflies in my stomach when I see the birds dive when they plummet. Maybe I should call the friends over, have another sunset beer, cancel work, say fuck it. Yeah okay, alright, it's the last night anyway. This is for The Last Night, I’m holding up This golden cup Sparkling like a flash light Of neon beams Glaring on deserted streets Tearing up a torn city So bare it’s a scarcity The blood and veins freeze A silent slithering breeze Not a single car passes Rusted shells and metal carcasses Reflecting corroded red Of a setting sun Marking the roads end Of nothing yet begun. Superdopereggaebeat This is for the brain Gushing from the skull Pouring like a train Rushes from a tunnel Flowing out the crack as it rolls of the track. This is for the smack Of the lips And teeth chewed Crumbling into white Like a cliff Where swift youth Slips into the sea And time ceases to exist Protected ecstacy Sways inside her hips, Praying with her key for me to take a sniff Of fire in my lungs. Fire in my lungs.

Timing all over the place Rhyming all over your face Tired but desiring, hiring and firing, I'm shying away from my life so try pick up the pace. Little bit higher, middle sobriety, civil society can't recruit me, man. So pour another Tequila. ...I've got a feeling Pour another Tequila ...That tonight's gonna be a good night I just wanna be free man You can't recruit me man ...Tonight's gonna be a good night Pour another Tequila Pour another Tequila I just wanna f- Sipping on finest of Champs Wish I could drive my own Jag Missing the things I've not had But chilling with chicks on my lap Sick of feeling sad Sniffing my own gram Feeling alone...damn Sniffing a whole gram Sipping on finest of Champs Singing the songs in the charts Winning like mightest of Champs Bling that I bought to seem mad Sick in the back of the cab - Sick in the back of the cab? Sick in the back of the cab. Bringin it bringin it back Whickety Whickety Whack Killing like this city maad cuff-links belonged to my dad - Can't turn it back to the past why not just forward it fast? I don't think I'm up to the task I don't know how long it will last I'm so fucking sick of this place I think I'm drugged out my face and when I'm retired I'll look back at this crap and be glad it's the past I don't know how much more I can take Little bit higher, middle sobriety, civil society can't recruit me man!! I gotta feeling pour another tequila that tonight's gonna be a good night I just wanna feel free man I gotta feeling you can't recruit me man that tonight's gonna be a good night pour another tequila Wooohooooo you can't recruit me man wooohooooo pour me another tequila Wooohooooo you can't recruit me man wooohooooo you can't recruit me man What's this? You want a fucking chorus? Something to sing along to? Like some sort of religious experience or self-destructive ritual? Okay.. Let's think of one... Alright, how about this..I've got one...let's do it...together. This is the life I hoped for I won't admit I'm so bored but I won't cut it sober shopping at the home-store This is the life I hoped for I won't admit I'm so bored but I won't cut it sober shopping at the home-store This is the life I hoped for I won't admit I'm so bored but I won't cut it sober shopping at the home-store This is the life I hoped for I won't admit I'm so bored but I won't cut it sober shopping at the home-store home-store home-store

...That was my party song Singing in the rain Need a kebab where' the party at? Singing in the rain I need a kebab where's the party at? Singing in the rain Streetlight broken in the mist Feeling fine - holding in a piss Left hand holding on the chips Right hand holding on the chips Gamble my life away Rumbling (http://hard-copy.co.uk/summer-shower-sauchiehall-street-pierquin/) in a fight won't save me Dealer punched me in my face I grabbed his tie and put him in his fucking place Now I'm out in the rain out of my brain shouting out that I'm the Human Stain ...But doesn't the gutter look pretty? I wanna take all of those colours home with me. The rain is dissolving and melting this city. Homeless people's teeth - getting gritty. I'm a fucking rockstar Mind's blown cock's hard I'm a fucking rockstar Mind's blown cock's hard Let's go to the strippers we couldn't come any quicker and I'm feeling the liquor seeping from my bloodstream and I do wanna lick her and kiss her tits and I think I'm misunderstood coz it does seem like misogynistic sentiment is ironic and bitch I'm on it but my head is spinning and from the beginning I'm feminist but I'm also part slave to a cave man...

Two weeks off work, messed up, it's cool - New beats conquered, left fucking school too late, did not learn anything. Dingy check earned, thought is hate rules - making them up as I go and it's not enough to just show up like, "so what? this slow job is most obviously reordering me into a robot". No shock, so lost, oh god, low cost of living is figment of fiction I'm thinking: "This is it, I'm in too deep, writing to keep fighting this sleep, I might just leap right from this dream." Life's not what it seems, rhyme non-stop till I keel over, die on the street, you feel this flow through you: DMT. Sweet MC2, time travel hindsight, Einstein rhyme-styles like: "Oh my God!" - Biblical flow. Spiritual rhythm and lyrical miracle, religious tone Feminine flow: period. Getting too serious: Civil War and Peace in the middle east - Left with two Syrias. And why would I try to get by in this life by abiding the grind and just biding my time? When I find that I'm rising, I'm high, emphasizing that life is like, full of surprises and hiding from life is the highest of crimes. Shine in my prime. My fuel is the flow that explodes in the dark, holding the Spark, Muriel. This dude is rael Palestine Split brained: half a mind. Inexorable flow: the pouring of sand that you don't understand, you watch it tic toc it's unstoppable though. Party for a whole week, make it home with no sleep. Spend the day in bed. Repeat. Spread yourself out on the fresh grass, say good morning to the sun. Close your eyes. Never wake up. And we're sitting at home, living alone, ignoring the knowledge of limits to growth. So what the fuck is technology for if it's still robbing me of these feelings of hope? Feeling this soul rage, still rocking hard like Queen's of the Stone Age, come into my own age, that's why we get so blazed, that's why we get no sleep, that's we have no dreams and watch cartoons and sex and get wrecked in the setting sun. I'm going insane alone in the rain, feeling blessed although I'm next to nothing. I'm next to nothing. Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do -