Vaat403mp - iMMANENT. dOMAIN. - " persona non grata (Vaatican edit) " - 12 free MP3 tracks - July 2°17



01 - BLACK MAN @ LARGE (2'23)
02 - Dynamic Loading... (bang shyt) (2'47)
03 - Active Sonar (5'38)
04 - Altered States (3'05)
05 - Open Sorcerer (3'56)
06 - Tested on Deadbeat Human Fiends Apocalypse remix (3'33)*
07 - They're Marching On My Last Nerve (8'51)
08 - Shadow of a Taboo (Earthenware+) (3'17)**
09 - Kingdom Hearts (2'39)***
10 - Levitating Forbidden City remix - Fort Apache (3'41)
11 - Screen Saver of Death (2'47)
12 - Emergent Prolapse Apostle Wing (6'45)


Blacc Ski Weekend Industries // Reiki House
Wanted Dead or Alive Productions
Wunderful artwork by Jozef Boz


*I b riding in the night
When that fye come out
And while u look up at the sky
I rip yo eyeball out
See I done stepped
Out the crypt with a weapon
We gon trade places
In fact it was destined
These people holla peace
I know they'll never claim it
They demons follow me
And it's because of my beats
My technique a staple
Off the wall flowin
Madness my language
Catching cases jus like Terrell Owens
U been duped by my poison
Go and tell ya boys
Cuz when u try and bite my spit
It just sound like hella noise
And underneath the shadow of a rose
It grows
Increase my dosage
Sting me between the toes like mosquitoes
Now I'm high voltage
Runnin my mouth like
I'm diagnosed with halitosis
But you wouldn't know
I gotsta get ghost
They administer my flow in pill form
With ya morning toast
And all I hear on the radio is
"Man down, man down"
the fuck u gonna stand now?
Slap the shit out a grown clown
In midtown
Like I seen u in a gown
It's goin down
& I don't really give a fuck if everybody drown
Ain't no time to vacate
Break a nigga faceplate
Stacking like the crime rate
Crackin like my mind state
Catch the nigga checkmate
Blacc sketti plus his essays
Droppin pennies like its bait
And break a cupcake
on his real estate


**Shit this ain't no routine
Ain't no way I oughta step Ima jus do me
And say homegirl inspire me to be perfect
Got me feelin hi
Cuz U kno u that fly
And The world don't stand a chance
If it don't wanna see u advance
And me I'm just that man
A fan tryna understand
How we lowkey psychic
With the connection
Mental telepathic
Sensei my affection
U and me makin faces
I ain't mean no disrespect
But I can't be trippin over my laces If I said I'm coming correct
I know u must already got a lot on yo plate
I'm sayin put me in the game
And let me help wit the weight
U been makin plans see
But they don't include me
And lemme break down
To what exactly I am alluding
Shit I know we got a lot in common
And two heads work better
I have a sneaking suspicion we gon work well together
Let's join forces
And cook up this shit
And serve it on the porcelain
Extra sauce of course man I'm just tryna see where I can help n support
Ain't no one said u can't do it on yo own
But all alone what's the point?
Goin in like a savage
Cuz the clearest way for you to understand me
On all these levels Is if my treble flex
Over all these decibels
Get this shit lit
And poppin like a festival
Them hits I wanna dissect the science behind yo spit
Understand every reference in yo ad libs & adjectives
Before they hit the microphone
I can see you on stage
And the flow comin from yo lips
When you spit
Could unravel a tulip
Even if u remain silent
And the thought of me & u takin turns
Bussin rhymes
Back and forth at each other
Till the sun rise
Got me goin blind
Having visions I can't keep inside my own mind
For homegirl Ima represent
Put it down in cement 1 time


***I b
Meditating up under them waterfalls
Shadow boxing wit my spit
Get wet when I hit the mic
Flow stay current liquid movement fluid rabbinical
Peep the approach
Thousand flows spaghetti
Hit the fuckin microphone like a machete
Trippin balls switching identities
Like total recall
Ball till they put the homie name on the wall
Cuz I could get hype for y'all
Or keep it chill Still make you
Lay low like u crawlin
Better hit the flo
In my Jordan's
While I whip somn foreign
"Spit for em more kid!"
Pondering how I got to this place
Slanging hot mud with the flake
Like its Fuckin fudge cake
I keeps my rhyme technique
Up in a safe like Fort Knox
Fuck around and test me
And come up out of ya shell tops
Stealing gold teeth
Spitting secretly only in passwords and codes
Lookin frozen
Bout to fumigate the game
nothin but net gross unknown
I ain't boast or flex just take checks
Suddenly Checkmate like we playin chess
Should b focused on one piece
But I want the rest
Won't stop
Till I'm handcuffed
And in cardiac arrest
Drag me out the bar
Bacardi all up on my breath

There's a party up in hell
But My dell up in the sewers
My tape is coming soon
I dispell it out fo u so foolish


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