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Night Creatures
03:40
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we night creatures
don't let the light reach us
when the
shadows were my friends, i played all night [all night]
floating down the walks, givin hanging branches high fives
silent as y'all slept, while i crept, compiling steps
flying, leapt, compliant lift, sigh a breath, admire the breadth of
sky --and depth of visible cosmos, a
dirigible thin individual hittin a pivotal twist- no rivals
beyond survival, won't fit into rigid or given descriptions/ not
tribal, ursanthrope cursed by folks's libel
but under stars, free to move about incognito
nothing to prove, just soothed by the scene, couldn't believe, so regal.
king of the ring of constellations -constant amazement
conscious of my place, enSCONced and bathed, responsive rays --i'm*
glowing. lit'rally luminescent, when the moon's a crescent,
fireworks boomin festive. half human half progressive,
untombed and truly stretching, unraveling d.n.a./ straddling
tension verse intention, the soul's sole invention
we night creatures
we night creatures
don't let the light reach us
highlight's features on night creatures
--so so exuberant
consumed, i'd flit under lunar lit, swiftest movements/ gripped
in tune, no ruinous runes transmittin a smidgen of data past
me. voluminous, happy, cartouches and draftings
deduced through absolute blackness -osiris fire spirals
all around, inspiring chiral counts, hoofing past the looking
glass, buying pints by the ounce, from glide to pounce
then dry em out --just the right amount
dedication to desiccation, preservation of
sustenance, spread across the
reservation -menacin pemmican letterman, veteran peddling
reputation, wetted the pavement, after stepping from vapors
the dew thick as honey, flowin over grasses, running,
gasp for sun, last chance for pundits punting off the public funding
no trust in nothing, abort strut/ for
short cut to my sacred earth, hope i make it first, o! the
daylight burns
we night creatures
we night creatures
don't let the light reach us
we night creatures
don't let the light reach us
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2. |
Maniac featuring Z-Man
03:54
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3. |
Plots
02:56
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clean house. rake up. load out.
pullin up the roots again
the perpetual schedule of vegetables.
metronomes, set in stone/ that
bless your home. -volunteers, transplants
unexpected branches, summin up the pantry
tons of fruit and veg -under tutelage
stalk grew to hedge -seed bloomed to meds
consumed and fed, shined the light like umi said
exuded fluids bled. fibonacci rudiments
and i can see the pattern -spread
only harvest from the fattest -heads
i carry a library/ survive
vicariously. -ghost spotting, writhing
nearly asleep. clearly i see, invariably, a
myriad things, from pyramid period reins
the new dawn before us
eye of horus from a porous night's sky
pullin up the roots again
cuttin back the shoots and stems
culling all my groups of friends
pullin up the roots
dilapidated as the past has faded.
hardened soil, loosed through garden toil, in my ardent world.
carted whole landscapes, this man made expanse draped, from
mandates of handshakes, smoothed out with sandpapes
clam bakes and planned dates, kind gestures a man makes,
manifester. handled hectors and defectors. damn, straight.
for every guest that's on my land? --steak/ and for
breakfast's a grand plate, of Princely pancakes
this grizzled man's mug. -mis'rable ransom
chiseled by a big ol fire, sizzling in tandom
with my particular, ritual of anthems
burning my face to ash, with this damned -tongue
the hands of time. -frantic pantomime
read the universe. -oh, i'm banished, fine?
stoic. focus:~spring~equinox
time to find another territory. re-seed my
plot.
pullin up the roots again
pullin up the roots again
pullin up the roots again
pullin up the roots again
cuttin back the shoots and stems
culling all my groups of friends
pullin up the roots
pullin up the roots
pullin up the roots
pullin up the roooooots
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4. |
Hunting (interlude)
01:38
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n/a
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5. |
Magic
03:57
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where did the magic go?
where did the magic go?
i miss the magic, yo.
there was a time, when there was maaa-gic
somehow, i cruised right passed it
when i used to move to grooves in the plastic
vinyl- stuck to loops, glued with the mastic
find now, struck, couldn't illum with a matchstick
right now, sucks, cuz just consumed with the drastic
geopolitical ratchet, it's that's sick, a
fastidious immigrant's bastion of fat grins never
lastin. --i need a plan to implement
no wrinkles, basic tinkering, paced for simpletons
evaded pinkertons, racing for a pinker tongue
pocket full of rocks, water walking, stage for sink or
swum--instead it's drifting, no waitin /for a
swell uplifting, a pail of sugar in a pool of
Lipton, tryna brighten the palate, business end of a
mallet to melon. -bitter rinds in a salad with lemon
-- the magic, is that the magic, the magic?
i want the magic, the magic, is that the magic, the magic?
i want the magic, is that the magic, where's the magic, where's the magic
i want the magic, where's the magic, is that the magic, is that the magic
ay, -let's focus on some doses of hocus pocus with
hopes it'll coax us from rope a dopes to throwin blows, in motion
give visitation to engagin prestidigitation
stagin impressive wavings in ways to stave the stress and hating
invite the fam with a sleight of hand, now a lighter man,
went from hard boiled and strident chants, to a side of ham
under a spell, of wonder and well being/ a
swell feeling, please reveal, anything at all appealing
what's appealing, i guess that's the essence
anything making me feel, stretched by its presence
anything making me feel, stretched by its presence
anything making me feel, like it's making me feel
that's not authentic or tantric
simulatin stimulatin ax-on, dendritic
grim, who's facin kin who's vacant, that's scientific
but that's the risk you takin, playing try to git it
-i want the magic, the magic, is that the magic, the magic?
-i want the magic, the magic, is that the magic, the magic?
chasing the paper or the dragon's tail -
chasing the fable or the wagon's wheel-
wasting the faith, on the exterior
wasting away, in the interior
-i want the magic, the magic, is that the magic, the magic?
-i want the magic, the magic, is that the magic, the magic?
strict regimen -script bedouin
no mad wandering the desert, glad pondering the weather
strict regimen -script bedouin
no mad wandering the globe, glad sauntering it
slow
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no mad wandering the earth, glad i wasn't on her first
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never mad wandering the planet, in the end we're just savage
-- is that the magic, where's the magic, where's the magic
-i want the magic, where's the magic, is that the magic, is that the magic?
is that the magic, is that the magic?
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Oso Negro Pensacola, Florida
A recovering scientist, Oso Negro dedicated his present to hip-hop +. He can't relate to much now-a-days, so he's decided to make music of his life and time. "Breachin' kids thoughts, but aiming at the minds of men, finding them fighting tidal strength." With a twist of reggae & a splash of crooning, Oso mixes it up, keeping it fun & stimulating ... more
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