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Children of the Atom
07:36
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This is for all the kids out there, the grown can't understand it
This is our planet, and we'll be here when the ending is handed
until then we'll live in a healthy fear of the sphere that surrounds us
smoke weed and drink beer until even the slightest things astound us
We're only human and if we turned on we'd be fuming
so we lose ourselves in the latest thing we're supposed to be consuming
sex, fast food, religion, relationships, as long as shit doesn't get
deep enough to leave us in the present, cognizant
our landscape's been raped our way of life is forgetting'
threatened by the glare of impending Armageddon
So we cold war the dance floor, and sex tour the contours
of our limited aspirations infuriating procrastination
in the face of the certain devastation were tasting
Sell out sick with it just to punch a meal ticket
stuck in the the thick of it trying to get the last pick of spit
that massa rationed just to laugh and see what happened
Platinum shackles for the masses, after the recession passes
Until then toss us where the trash is and we'll find our way
Hold the fort down for the rebels, who want bleed out all the devils
we couldn't see through all the levels then but this is a new day
Bombs bursting to the joy of the blood thirsty, but burning out long
before they begin to sway the cosmic pattern
Kneel before your nearest Zod and feel deeper than you can fathom this is for the children of the atom
This ones just for the children
You see the world is controlled by shape-shifting alien lizards
who murdered all the pagan gods superheroes and wizards
Who abandoned us to fend off the horde of the unknown
monitoring production while claiming our progress as their own
They left us with our pleasantries, twinkies and tv
they're trying to fatten us up so when it's time to feast it's easy
they breathe Co2 that's why were cutting down the rain forrest
and driving cars until there's no oxygen left for us
The countdown of escalation meets us in the shape of temptation
their blood surges through the villains claiming they can bring us change
I'll be downtown at the station in a state of contemplation
when the flood of killing in the city streets starts to seem strange
the range of faith one can have in leadership is slim these days
as our beauty's slowly washed away only our filth remains
ways to live straight are seemingly game of sleight of hand
fires fan the underlying current of modern man
we had a plan so where'd it all go so terribly wrong
since when'd the years go by so fast but the seconds seem so long?
the song of the seasons is finding reason to change it's being
hard to tell the true nature of the box were trapped in
eyes blackened on some empire strikes backin
true to scale dope motherfucking god like titan, kraken in and out and in of the deepest abyss and the darkest chasm this is for the children of the atom
I just want to escape. I want to get away. I want to be free.
But I don't have anywhere else to go. I don't have anyone else to be.
This ones just for the children if that's not you, go head and be excused
This ones just for the children because them grown folk ain't gonna be no use
This one's just for the children.
My name is AtomanaloG I hang out with guys
named after Harry Potter characters and Indian warrior gods
I came to shake you out your pods, and freak you out your fog
because it lessens us, being oppressors and such
We've weaved a web of superiority in which we have become trapped
that's why we can't except the facts, like how Beethoven was black
We lie to each other all day, then lie to ourselves at night
that's why we fail to see the truth, like how Obama is white
With all this real world struggle we're trying to see through the tears
and haven't noticed the vampires and werewolves living among us for years
the dinosaurs weren't killed when some asteroid came
the CIA infiltrated their neighborhoods and distributed crack cocaine
Well some left on spaceships, but why get into the details
I'm holding on to the third rail trying to see through the Matrix
Casting out the fake shit, and if your feelings can't take it
I'll be on the corner burning with smoky lung patiently Waiting to Exhale
Long before the sorcerers were forced to live on satellites
they hid there most secret spells in drooping stalactites
But there are few left who can harvest information of it's purity
It's been known to tear a man's flesh from his bones or rob a woman's virginity
It's a dirty job. But someone's gotta do it.
It's a really dirty job but someone's gotta do it.
It's the dirtiest of jobs, who wants to do it?
Aa. It's Aa
This one's just for the children
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2. |
The Darkslide
05:05
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3. |
I Just Want to See Again
04:19
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I Will Never Die
03:18
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It's the foreverlasting, the eternal, strapped in C4
coming out the top of the towering inferno unscathed escaping through the nearest wormhole
forever kid couldn't tell you all the things I've done or did
knock grills for clever fibs that keep us closer
cause I know I've got to shake you just to hold my composure
please close your eyes and try to forget me. It's too late in'it I can see where your head is split because I carved my curse words in it with a machete.
I won't wait waist your body sell your precious organs on the black market
convince you to consent in exchange for 48% of the profits
"It's fair deal get off it!" Hurt deeply with monks and prophets, laugh it off later
with the mass ignore the subtext Escape to the ism fissure of indecision
wishing futiley so far that my country, my body, my existence can grow to be more than a prison
ever stared into a fountain long enough to find infinity? yeah, that was me
Since your primitive intelect wouldn't understand alloys and compositions and things with molecular structures your tendency will be to ask why? But,
I will never die this was one goes to the fanatical. I will never die cause I'm totally radical.
I will never die those who think I think I'm just a clever guy trying to blesphamize for attention just might be right but I fight for the light to be shown
on the truths that have gone unknown
like how we materialize the destiny we visualize
not trying to hypothesize it's proven, documented,
You will become your most often thoughts you better heed the shit I prophesize
knuckles bled stating plainly to me to try to change and live long
chuckle heads waiting for me to be gone so they can say, "yeah, he was wrong.."
but who'll be laughing when our understanding is infinitely expanded
who'll be carried on the shoulders of nothingness and who'll be reprimanded
I ain't know, just asking. But I can't get no satisfaction from the leaders
that have claimed to know where I'm going after my passion
for several days I've been fasting searching for the questions worth asking
even with all it's mysteries is this existence worth the time that's passing
tragic, pitiful, beautiful, relentless miracle
trying to keep the balance between mental, physical, spiritual
Good thing I've got all of eternity since I am pure light and energy
metaphysical velocity
God Complex, guilty. mind fractured and filthy
so as to better feel the signal from the consciousness
Don't you wish you could sucka,
immortality's not for everybody, we can't all be winners
only lost, self important, delusional, slaves, sinners
wandering through desserts and tundras
searching for the truth only found in the eyes of mantas and panthers
seeing lighting and hearing thunder
even in the clearest skies attempting to contain life's answers
I'm trying to see with my own eyes
the how's, where's, who's, when's, and why's
I still haven't learn to fly or lift things with my mind
This shit takes time where your high and I still got a ways to go
so I don't mean to be that guy but I am and that's why
I will never die. It's not just an arrogant mentality. I will never die. I'm manifesting my reality.
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White Kid
05:46
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6. |
Fall Angel
06:13
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7. |
Consumers
05:27
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8. |
Freeman
04:58
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9. |
Hold Me Close
05:32
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I Saw God
03:15
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There was this one night I died, I confide in you only because I have no one else
The coldness was only overshadowed by the joyful loss of self
As I stared down the utter dark, I remembered what I needed
And, left the rest to be forgotten, discarded, tossed away, and unheeded
How long I left was inconsequential to the size of the regret
of coming back to Earth in waves of sweat, and loss of breath
The stranger inside my head had brought me back to die again
but I can't forget the thing I saw because it left me her debt
The blackest flesh like staring into emptiness,
With hair down to her breasts that resembled flaming nebulas
I don't know why I was brought to that place, but I disgrace the gift
if I don't suck it up, and swallow it until there's nothing left, YO
I saw GOD in a dream
SHE was the most beautifulest thing, you ever seen, you ever seen
And she called out unto me, why are you worrying? Your dead already, dead already.
Sometimes I think I'm just paranoid, maybe I didn't stare into the nothingness
and see that I wanted to stay there
Maybe subconscious fears repressed for years debilitated me because I was
naive to expect that they would protect me or even play fair
I've been behind the dime from time to time, but I can't remember a better
example of when it left me feeling so sublime
Maybe this truth of mine has left me blind to greater things than my oh-so precious mind can ever hope to find solo.
The total sum of my experience was tested by a presence that molested
the willingness to keep my ego invested,
temptress of the the most ethereal material ever blessed kid
an understanding so beyond it was unkind, yeah, she was that fine.
I saw GOD in a dream
SHE was the most beautifulest thing, you ever seen, you ever seen
And she called out unto me, why are you worrying? Your dead already, dead already.
She was unexplainable, a feeling, you've never felt on Earth, on Earth, on Earth
She made you feel pitiful, made you feel beautiful, made you feel what you were
Nothing, EVERYTHING
That whisper made me shiver, ghosts in my peripherals escaped
to stay unseen but leave their residue intact
An apprehension that delivers on the promise that conditional
existence is not only an unfair shake but a predatory act.
The fact maintains the ground we stand but when the maintenance
goes untended we are left with only things that were pretended
Tasting her was worth the pergutory even if the glory that I
wished for only leaves me lost and discontended, She'll be back
I saw GOD in a dream
SHE was the most beautifulest thing, you ever seen, you ever seen
And she called out unto me, why are you worrying? Your dead already, dead already.
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Avalanches
03:01
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Avalanches in aging winters cower in the candid cold of prepubescence.
Snow sprinkling on school rooftops but shoulders are colder a mere reminder of life's material essence
Peripheral slithers infect my memories. Why not pine trees and natures miracles as far as eyes see before baring the burdens of barbarity
Traveling trails to find from your piece of mind, No Escape
Walking through forests and hallways
Running through long nights and sleeping through set ways
Bound to the recognition of rattle snakes surrounding
willing to trade their consciousness for the promise that you'll drown
How could their slip so many serpents through these trees?
How could they survive the frosted morning and the seas constantly storming?
Are they replenished by the breeze and rains greening the prison's leaves?
Or just feasting on the wounds of those not yet conforming?
Avalanches
From a young age to believe in humanity took more faith than to believe in any god
He could barely see the pine tree tops poking through the fog
when he walked to school his first day, Where was the green of this Eden? he thought,
Where are the grizzly bears I never see them. Frozen, perceiving, he can observe Earth breathing but he can't escape the gaze of a single heathen
Before he set a foot in class he knew that he could never pass for one of them
still he managed to never break down in front of them. tried and couldn't make friends with none of them. He did his best not to play the blame game on those
who constantly made him feel shame.
He was a social reject, he wasn't insane, he watched the same TV as them
He knew he was lame
He was fat, his hair was frizzy, he was less jock than thespian, he wore matching sweat pants and tops, and frankly, looked like a lesbian.
So goes the story of his insecurities consuming a wilderness he had to abandon to see the beauty of it's blooming.
I'm still, I'm still running. Running from your smiling face.
Avalanches in aging winters cower in the candid cold of prepubescence.
Snow sprinkling on school rooftops but shoulders are colder a mere reminder of life's material essence
Peripheral slithers infect my memories. Why not pine trees and natures miracles as far as eyes see before baring the burdens of barbarity
Traveling trails to find from your piece of mind, No Escape
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12. |
Cadence the Conqueror
05:29
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There was a rhythm to it, cracks up once proud skyscrapers
Grass growing on the long stretches we used to call highway
Dreams rusted, and moved to the side of our paths
Safer to travel by night, and sleep by day
She came across the broken, lost, and once loud spoken
now just content thinking they see their reflections in the fire
the victims, the heathens, the just happy breathing
babies teething on the bones of the early retired
There was a rhythm to it, the cadence of chaos
The ones who betrayed us would be welcome now
because the stretches between connection seem to be growing
"It would be nice," she thought to herself, "just to see a familiar face"
She feels the greater sense of urgency, without the full understanding of her place,
and the challenges she'll be forced to meet with grace
The savior, the leader, she had a dream
She wondered if the world could comprehend her vision
or what was left of it
The world that is, her vision was still screaming as if it was
just given life, and couldn't take the sensory overload
Her behavior was erratic, or so it would seem
She had the kind of power that could make you listen
but they can't hear her
So they fear how much they want to meet her expectations but
She gives them just enough, to keep them in a productive mode
She's traveled cross the deserts, brought peace of mind to all the lepers
who were sacrificed for leverage, crushed the skulls of all the devils
because their minds needed opening, and what have you
There was a rhythm to it. Banging on the rim of a punctured snare with a
look that says, "I'm 'bout to fucking slap you!"
ooooooooo
She was rapping round a burning oil drum.
When the world turned, and the people had no one to follow
She couldn't have predicted the outcome
But they new she meant it when she said, "There is no tomorrow.
This is not fuel for sorrow. All the time we have now is borrowed"
Many times she thought she could run away,
she would tuck her fear and gun away, face under the blanket
trying to deprive herself of enough oxygen to reach r.e.m. sleep
with her responsibility done away
her emotions flow like Faye Dunaway, Angela Basset deep, with a range
comparable to Meryl Streep
she sits in front of her vanity in her Victorian estate
worrying about the overall effect of her hair and make up
and if her shoes fully complement her hand bag, or if it's a fashion mistake
her world shakes at the thought of what her girlfriends might say
if she shows up in a ensemble that's out of season
but then she starts to forget the reason all this matters
the illusion shatters, as she awakens to the smell of broken blatters
and the sight of the last cock roaches as they scatter
And realizes there's important decisions to be made, missions to be completed,
and still more and more dues to be paid
There was a rhythm to it, awake again recharged for the slaughter
daughter of the armada, the hardest part of here own survival the thought
of her heart growing any harder, trying not to become a product of the
resentment the scenario's brought her, knowing she still has to go much farther
to begin to make a dent in the sense of death that's been set in the minds of all men. Seen friends come and go time and again
But she has no pity left to be lent, only compassion
for those praying to keep their kin as close as they can
As she makes the hardest choices she still chooses to understand
As she gives only what they need, she still tries to meet the demand
On the mountain top preaching to what's left of the crowd
pleading to those still listening to never stop reaching
holding on to the thought that love can be taught
to the lonely, abandoned, depressed, deprived, distraught
has bought us the very little time we've got
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13. |
Thank You Hip Hop
06:43
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14. |
Manorexia
02:19
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