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A Dithyramb for Dionysius
The pagans’ll like this
A celebration for a god who makes grapes into wine
Snapped shake off the vine
In a place we forgot over time
In a world that ages each day into smouldering decay
Wasting away
What world do we live in
Do we hand out pearls to the masses
They sit down on a beach
With a towel and a speech
Say all lives matter and bask in the heat
Well how about a dose of the truth
From a generation that speaks bolder than you
With a screwed face and middle finger up to Colston
Throw the colonists in the ocean
Lost at sea with the rest of the urchins
Man that don’t stop the skirmish
The world is burning
The world is hurting
We bend and break so much the world stopped turning
Blue faces, marooned cases
And words that take shape as snakes
We take the a list off the radar
We raped Mother Nature
So I sit and wait for a gaping quasar
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Stay
02:00
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Pocket full of nugs and I’m stuck on the bus
143 and I rush for the hugs
With a scowl and a buzz too a mouthful of dust in a crowd
I adjust
Say fuck who you love
Literally
Fuck who you love and those that you want too
Face full of hair like Tontu
Case full of colours in a monsoon
Bit of Marconi and a sip from a long brew
Wish I was a cartoon
Harpoon enemies
Honeydew remedies
Couple dead Kennys on a screen full of dreams
And some other dumb line about finding serenity
Belly of the beast
And I’m ready for a feast
The penny drops as soon as finish my elegy
Suit and a tux and I’m ready for Bowser
Rebel Rouser in a room full of downers
2 Huge Schnauzers
Mamma gonna laugh Louder
The pallet in my room like Flounder
There’s a war outside
And a poor man stalls when his brains deep fried in a mixture
Of force fed lies that he sees online
That his mate took time to type up
Fuck all you wild pups
Wide eyed transcribe words into bile bruh
Think outside helps with the downsides
Well what’s a hobby sound like when the world dies?
I’m enamoured by the riddles and the rush
Listening to Liddle on the bus
Cuddling a plush when I’m out in the rain
And I rust
Don’t make me stay on the cusp, BRUH!
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Piriton
03:36
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I wake up
Attitude ready for the shake up
Sunny day I walk away and take a couple tabs to take pain away
My sinuses are tightening eyes are red this world is frightening
Psychedelic almost isometric dots
They gonna whirl around in my head
I wake up
Gonna be a little too broken up
Open up, flash flood of colour mixed in with the blood of my elders
Pick a poison, won’t enjoy it, Button mashing, super smashing now I’m crashing
Tea in the E Mug
Bijou next to me but
Breh
Life’s no walk in the park
My inhibition take shape in the dark
With a cane and a spark
And a way to the start
Stepping up anti gravity space age
Pay Days prepping up for away days
Turning a corner I kick back and I order up takeaways spinning like a beyblade
Stay in my room
Don’t be insolent bud
Why so ignorant bruh?
All the worlds a stage to play in but you decay you such an ignorant dud
Chinwags and bin bags
I’m stumbling into a rush
Push Back
Push Back
Helter skelter babbling like elemelons and Helen Keller
I made propellers I’m going up
Imma escalate
With a feather Weight
You seeing things and I’m Uri Geller
Imma hella scary
You hella lairy
Bounce and boogie and a masterpiece
Pollen inside olfactory
I awake and I’m dropping
I tempt fate when I’m jogging
I bend break when I’m coughing
I step shake and I drop in to a cave and I’m sobbing
Earthquake at the bottom
I stir shaking and I bother
Hurt mates with a comma in a sentence that’s been going to long I can’t stop it
Assumptions been made bruh
This razor ain’t belonging to occam
It’s belonging to me
In a world of Ed Edd N Eddys I’m tryna be a double D
This a hotel for Hazbins
My ingenuity lacking
I push Back for the adlibs
I’m tired of falling back down this pit
Push Back
Don't Lose Hope
Piriton
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(Podgy Hodgy)
I passed away in my teens and resurrected in my 20’s
Head banging to shikari whilst I’m picking up the pennies
Hop upon a Pegasus and then position when I’m ready
Imma get upon a groove until my brother slay an enemy on Drakenguard
Knocking back a bru then I’m taking off
Bit of drake and Josh in the interval
The pinnacle of conjuring
Raps songs getting be longer than the average
A savage standing on the tippy top of a waking god
I’m the midnight giant
Go to bed with a middle finger up to a tyrant
Siren when I’m buzzing but Bruh I ain’t violent
Imma running like I’m dash and disappearing like I’m violet
I’m the pilot
Crashing over Himalayas
On a mission dishing dirty at 11:30 playing Bandicoot
A couple savages be mad at me
I’m saddened by the way world aint as mad as the parachutes we had at school
There’s holes in my jumpers
Packed lunches in Abundance
Time to wunder Along
Listening to sleepy song
Have a couple dreams about
Mini Figures and Digimon
Craig Charles and Razor
Blu Tac battles and a couple claymations on the way when I’m aimless
And If I’m laughing then I’m happy babe
Knocking back an irn bru and unwrap a packet of Jaffa cakes
(coolguy?)
Windchimes take me back to a time
Primary colours that rhyme
Some freshly washed towels
Long grass and dandelions make the fever go SNIFF
Bare nasal drip
Purple shit pon the jowels
Catches so many rays call me rayman
I'm talkin way before day man
The night man cometh
Buddies are baked goods
Burnt down the woods
Fucked his coat in the mud
Stanky chick ya big lummox
Flummoxed my stomach
Got coke in the shitmix
Powdah no kalie
I'm down but I skipped trips
Fuckit bredda that's way too full on
Put the shrooms in my brew an I'm already gone
Peppered my breath on my Agumon
An im pon way pon way pon way pon pon
Carry my pam ooh, bumpin some Damu
Come in like Bahamut no Ramuh
Rule the night on a pill an a pushbike
My manz got a raid so we achey on the kushlite
We lag, face saggin call em hush guppies
Chin wag jaw sag swag out wid slush puppies
Fuck me. So sugary. I got the shakes
Bump the bass, drop a lung, the smoke vibrates
Meditate on the weight, stave off the outbreak
I'm packin the Iron Bruh but I forgot jaffa cakes
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8. |
A Warning (Interlude)
00:39
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Verse 1: GR3YWXLF
Dice roll for a cause then fight or flight on them odds,
Broken halo paving ways for powers swaying at large could,
all fall apart, if I don’t do right by discourse
This final advance I don’t fancy the thought
Just a saint, soul way below par,
State, thoughts above my pay grade and higher than stars,
What’s the first of your name if you never ever outlast?
Tell me really, what’s a crown to a god?
poisoned testament, so what’s your speech to these Psalms
What’s an aim without ideals or a hand to raise arms
There was never one direction it was 6 from the start,
a resting target if you’re ever caught, sleeping in war,
Really You should be alarmed
on my Finn and Jake battling and learning,
Demon blood sword wielding Time eternal,
burning like fire princess stoking flames throwing schemes up on the furnace,
In this maze lost in egress
What’s the meaning? What’s the meaning?
What’s a tapestry to sketches dissolved?
burning bridges, sunset staring in fog
What’s a dream without a nightmare to go and solve?
What’s a fence without that grass is always greener facade?
Planted roses, blossoming all beauty and thorns
Verse 2: Podgy Hodgy
What's the world look like when it's switched off?
What's the game look like when you press pause?
What's Icky to a brick?
What's a spliff to a wick?
Or the axiom of a failure to a lost cause?
What's stone to Medusa?
Bullies to losers
Mediocrity to Faluza
Tying up a noose get a boost till you dropping into something that seems so new it's confusing
Winning to losing
Bruh, what's picking to choosing?
Pick N Mix to a tube full of laces
All lives matter to races
Chance to complacency
What's a scream to a shout?
Or a God to a King?
Or a King to a pauper
Paupers to priests who condemn at the alter
Jobs to a stay at home layabout
Down and out talking bout bricks to the morter
Trees to a drink
PB to Marcy
Staying in sync or blood stains on a car seat
Peace to the army
Infact what's a mate to a man who's sick to death of him being so sarcy?
Stoke to Manny
Babysitters to a nanny
The unhinged cycle of abuse to a life where you start to feel happy
Poorly made beats to ones that sound crappy
Man's whats a world to a whisper
Bows and whimper
Life without you in the picture
ANYTHING TO ANYTHING
And before I assert dominance
This is my war cry amidst the apocalypse
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C-11
02:54
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I’m Jennyanydots
Spending the Pentecost sucking all the penny’s out the floorboards
Andecot tea when I spend a pretty penny in a corner shop
Calling out orders big baller big ball old walker when a pit falls coming
It’s a disk skip jumping to the back
Got ganj when a piss fall humming a tune that isn’t recollected properly
Televised monotony
I screech in tounges
High priest with guns
I breathe my lungs
Might cease I Run
Tight squeeze I hug
Quiet peeps with love
I might teach cheech how to squeeze a Chong into a bubble that’s been popping like zit on a prick that flips shit when his lids popped off real quick
Bag of tangfastics , this beat is far from boombastic
Passing us
With masterful skills
What does it take to be obsolete
Off a beat
Hip skip jump off of a log into an odd retreat of chronicles that far to reach
Spittle only fuses all the bruises to the clueless with the coughs and splutters
How’s about you stop and
Put the pieces back together you’re a feather in hurricane
Bragging bout some other names
You moving like Matilda
You’re minds a little river band
Banging on a gamelan
Raging battalion of troops thats rambunctious
Lungs full of holes thanks to tar, mixed with old acrylic and a couple hole punchers
Carved from intoxication and smoked blunders
Ash like snow in a tundra
Wriggle in your sleep until you stop to take a deep breathe
Sleeping forever, that’s what Were hoping will cease stress
Gimme the keys to heaven
C-11
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12. |
Session
04:00
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Beat 1
Coming out of stoke with an oatcake
Bend brake snap then I throw shade
Don’t make sense
Confidence knocked since aged 10
I don’t make friends till 8 years later
Wading in waters
Bruh I’m a beast don’t send me to the slaughter
Just like your daughter
Typing up shit with no meaning
Without telling peeps how I’m feeling
Seeds inside of the pouch
Laze all over the seatee
Breath heavy on a simple task
Shut up bruh this ain’t a simple plan
I’m a simple man with big dreams about nothing
I cut up paper and colour in something relating to CN
Stimpy with no Ren
Wait that’s Nick Toons
Forgot what I said then
Waiting for a big boom
Big Bang
Beat 2
I’ve been sitting inside of ooo
Wondering which delicacy I can tuck into
I dream of plastic mathematicians and distorted algorithms in the back of the prison where my mind been sitting
I might start spinning and take on winning as a permenant hobby
Or take a couple pills in the lobby
Flame Princess and Finn interlocked in the earths core
Bored out my mind with this jigsaw
Bit raw
Beat 3
Podgys nominated for the worst rolled L’s
Everybody's dealing with stress so well
Wild guess, you could say that I’m hated
Some say baited? Some say sedated
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Rainnnnn (BoNuS)
04:32
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Theres lack holes in your mouth
Go scowl till you drown
Nicotine stained teeth you the clowns that Finn hates
The dinner plates filled to the brim
Theres grease stains on your chin
The amalgams off
Slicing taraxacum these little bastards come in hoards you been fighting off omens when you Laugh and cough
You a well known laughing stock
Crashing on a beat
You been laughing off of trees
Polliwog State meet a lollipop fate
When your popping off toddling to oligarch mates the estates darkplace No Garth
I’ve been swerving in a go kart gargling
Slushie
Tripping of a mushie see
Softer than my plushies be
Gushing blood meat huff and puff then I’m pushing out portions
Scribbling images distorted
Martha muppet in the room where Zippy be
Hippy hippy shake
I’ve been sat in a chippy mate
Greasy spoon nibbles tucking pickles into shitty papes
Pickpocket nicking all the minifigures in a bigger place
No Twist but you gotta pick a pocket or too
BoJo string him up by his ho joes
Go go gadget with a hatchet he a no show wonder what the fuck we’re gonna do
Fuck we gonna do
It’s alright
Right?
What else can I say they
(seem to be having their way)
We some rowdy octopuses in Planktopoless
This place is populated by a Stephen King Omnibus
Calling off searches this kraken gonna take care of all of us
Bruh I’m Hodkinsinowa
Ad spoke these words about the boy thats Never going far
He been dreaming about raiding coke palaces in Borgata with Escobar
Talking miromete with Konata
Bakugan roller on a falling star
Stuck inside a bubble that’s popping every minute
Ronny rapping bout hadron colliders tossing old linen on a pile next to tubes of acrylic
Hoping one day me and him gonna own a car
That's never gonna happen
Gonna keep rapping till everything falls apart
Chapped fingers off an ocarina
This chaps pissed watching philomena
An old dreamer
Everything hurts growth spurts all Wert me and Greg came to burgle you’re turts
Imbalance of power every hour is an old reaper
Big beasts you a gold schemer
Timelords on the tele and my belly hurts
Can’t breathe bruh
Can it get any worse?
It’s alright?
Let the rain fall down
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