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Gold Bellied Beast

by Mod Verse

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sun from the east - daylight rises offerings made may delay sacrifices caught in the shadow of the one who delves out hefty portions of hell shaped slices hurry up and get yours - trade all your sins in try to make amends but in the end only him wins tormented souls blood red are his prizes eyes in the back of his head and now you're dead might be painless - somehow I doubt it everything you ever loved you'll now be without it never know what could have been would need to get it back again the energy you wasted when you gave a damn about it broken childhood - unmet wishes fall into a dreamless sleep with the fishes wish that you could wake up - come to the surface thousand pounds of pressure on your lungs and now you're nervous gold bellied beast - black strap molasses negative 6 prescription sunglasses uv protection - polarized lenses 212 degree salt sauna cleanses deep down in your guts but really does it? wonder if it was what it was well was it? all your dirty secrets now they're gonna find out turn all of your outside in and insides out run for the hills but I fear that it's too late never gonna outrun yourself and all that you ate last transaction already registered also got a blood and urine sample while your head was turned your identity - now he owns it buys it - sells it - trades it - pawns it easy as pie - like candy from a baby no means yes and so does maybe analog nightmares - digital landscape put the knife right there - don't let your hands shake pleasure to meet you - retinal scan please never mind already cross-referenced all your entries every piece of data - every place you've ever been even know the likelihood you'll pass this way again 100 percent and by the way there is no escape gold bellied beast got you served up on his plate gold bellied beast gold bellied beast
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you fucking pugilists - always using your fists you think I give two shits about this - yeah you wish I take more interest in why my piss smells like tuna fish it's time to face facts - get right down to brass tacks this is more than practice more than mere theatrics have no fear what we're dealing with here is scare tactics you watch the news you'll be singing the blues skewed views get spewed by talking heads running their mouth you get depressed north east west and south no doubt - let me tell you what it's all about one part info ninety-nine parts propaganda pushing far right nightmare political agenda mass perversion of the facts interspersed with vast diversion you're defenseless - attack on the senses nobody ever asks or even cares what your two cents is so pack it up before you even begin you can't win when it comes to the sellers of sin just give up and give in - and shut up and tune it to scare tactics try not to get distracted - by syntactic abstractness difficult to combat this - didactic attack - can't redact this it's scare tactics scare tactics drones flying over my head - over my dead body which is what'll happen if you'll not be serious this is not mysterious - don't fucking call me a conspiracy theorist tell me how you feel - knowing that you're lied to every single time you - put your trust in the government wonder where your brother went? picked up last night that's right while he was walking home guess he looked suspicious - even vicious with his skin tone talking on the phone and he didn't even know that shit was tapped now he's gone - never gonna see his face and no contact what you didn't know about the patriot act? locked up - no charge - no doubt just trust us no hope - no peace - no justice no recourse and no representation still wanna claim this is the number one nation? get your fucking facts straight and open both your eye up quit procrastinating cos it's time to rise up uncover the lies and organize lemme hear your war cries - war paint under your eyes and grab your hatchets - bat shit crazy or just lazy are the powers that be we're living in a kakistocracy time for us to band together in unity it's ours and it's time to take it back and that's a fact with no asterisk no more bullshit - no more scare tactics time for battle plans and prophylactics get your physical - check your psychiatric condition - it's about to get dramatic this act will not be anticlimactic it's time to fight back Jack and say goodbye to scare tactics scare tactics
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Lazy Killaz 03:14
wizards wave wands at lizards in dried up ponds widespread panic bred deep by shape shifters and shoplifters bottled courage for sale dirt cheap on every corner big rig flipped barely missed the funeral mourners' motorcade - trade the ace of spades for your war bonds momma said to keep away from strangers creeps and drifters rain is holy water comes down straight from the heavens best forensics test conducted taco bell and 7-eleven scientific understanding of the things that really matter scattered 'cross the universe continue to elude us anything you want just simply ask your intuition anything you want just make it come into fruition any time you come across an answer go and throw it out any time you step inside your brain you have to blow it out find your place but don't just take up space inside this crazy thriller what's that on your face looks like another case of lazy killaz bell jars bellyaches bell bottoms and beltways basalt or ballast broken banisters for janitors free for all frenzy and your friends be anybody nasty three car pile-up benz ferrari maserati kamikaze camaraderie karate kung fu flung you across the room and done you in hung you in the closet like a skeleton secrets hidden farewells bidden forbidden horse hoof gelatin vegans from Muskegon on musk ox stampeding bleeding heart liberals stew fibulas for eating mistreating one another means your brother is your enemy your self the one who lives in all has crisis of identity bubble wrap sandwich hands itch from eczema eggs in my face from stupid statements never forgotten rotten and smelly like the last one there hair of the dog repeated entries in the life log this is going nowhere that's exactly where we're headed indebted to no one but ourselves now can we work it out? anything you want just simply ask your intuition anything you want just make it come into fruition any time you come across an answer go and throw it out any time you step inside your brain you have to blow it out find your place but don't just take up space inside this crazy thriller what's that on your face looks like another case of lazy killaz
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N.W.O. 01:48
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good golly good grief what is this? I'm just tryin' to mind my own motherfuckin' business get the hell outta my face with all these haters all over the place I'm overrun by space invaders up in my grill like grilled cheese and cheese graters mindless buzzin' of a dozen refrigerators making me crazy like asteroids make craters It's up to the moon with these fuckin' space invaders ever get the feeling that the world is getting smaller bumping your noggin like maybe you're a little taller having trouble finding any seats in the pavilion maybe it's because you're one of over 7 billion tried to ride a bus the other day and felt my bones crack top of that pick pockets sat behind I got my phone jacked couldn't even exit cos I'm stuck like elevators packed like sardines know what I mean space invaders Trying to make a living in this unforgiving city every single cent goes straight to rent and utility itsy bitsy spider goes up the water spout down comes the tax man to flush that sucker out uncle sam gives a smack with a giant fly swatter then he feeds the baby poison right through the bath water all the while he smiles like crocodiles and alligators I've had it up to hear with these fucking space invaders I can't handle this I change the channel with the crossfaders the world is overflowing with these phony imitators immature imps, imposters and impersonators rather spend my time with innovators and idea percolators facilitators, collaborators, and creators tired of the sneaky creeps and smooth operators wanna tell the truth like Ruth Baders and Ralph Naders all those other liars to the pants incinerators it's hot like the equator for these effin' space invaders tired of all my shit getting ripped by tomb raiders devil stole my soul and sold it to the stock traders fucking manipulators dirty dealers and amputators make me wish vanilla wafers came in other flavors later for you Luke for all the Lukes I say later chop your hand of at the wrist like Darth Vader fall into the abyss after you drop your light saber and make that crazy face like you were seeing space invaders wanna blow off a little steam like radiators but I can't cos the valve is clogged up like masturbators masqueraders and the fakest of the fakers on parade ersatz infiltrators taking turns disrupting my defibrillator sidewalk's blocked and chocked full of perambulators stalked by terminators nowhere to walk much less run hundreds of undulators under the gun it's no fun like Attila the Hun or black hole sun or grumpy nun or motherfucking incarcerators skip the benediction Benedict you fucking traitor I predict your shit gets flipped and scales get tipped your ass gets whipped I write the script for space invaders
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Bugged 02:02
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figure eights are never static nasty habits the hardest broken cigarettes are cinematic doesn't mean you should take up smoking telling lies is problematic falsehoods set the stage for choking desperate lives are led by addicts truer words were never spoken everybody knows that wouldn't it be nice if everybody knew that cruel behavior brings lasting damage broken psyche brings cruel behavior fucking bully eats knuckle sandwich self defense is your only savior in the end only love will manage to defeat those who choose to hate us in the meantime we must be savage fight to death those who violate us everybody knows that wouldn't it be nice if everybody knew that no amount of stuff will ever fill that hole inside besides you cannot take said items with you when you die why not live for love never for status free love - love is free - and that means gratis does not cost a thing does not go bling or ring-a-ding but will make you sing and give you wings set you free from that to which you cling worth more than anything the thing is that there is no end to what good love will bring everybody knows that wouldn't it be nice if everybody knew that everybody knows that wouldn't it be nice if everybody knew that winks are creepy you shouldn't do it eyes should be either closed or open even if you're just being friendly feels a bit like you're into gropin' space is valuable should be respected especially that which belongs to others fragile minds will likely be infected time to take care of all sisters and brothers everybody knows that wouldn't it be nice if everybody knew that holding onto anger and resentment never helps a body or a mind or a soul don't you know gratitude will bring contentment honesty will bring integrity eventually serenity woe is me why does it take so long for me to see what is right in front of me but then of course that's exactly what we're here for life is just for learning how to be everybody knows that wouldn't it be nice if everybody knew that everybody knows that wouldn't it be nice if I could come to know that
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the noise is deafening the sounds do not make sense to me it's everywhere I'm overwhelmed within its density attempt to take in my immediate surroundings it's confounding heart is pounding and then it stops and then it starts I'm riding through the desert weaving through a maze of cactus bleeding from a million needle holes i think I'm needing practice have to find some shade and water stop and drop my kickstand this whole place is an oasis all except the quicksand can't get my footing - I'm drowning and now I'm sinking thinking this will be my bitter end barely enough time to get my mind to start considering where I've been and what I've done and who i really truly am how the hell can anybody do that I don't understand this is too confusing anybody bring the manual feels like counting sand with giant hands and every granule slips between my fingers and i have to pick it up again every grain a metaphor for pain and human suffering thought i had my bearings - but I'm lost floating - nothing out there - I can see forever adrift in space and in time and then again i do believe that it's a new beginning and now I'm walking in the woods looking over my shoulder coyotes on all sides must've smelled the fear i hope to god i make it out alive i think i see the light between the trees but then i look again seems as though i made a circle back to where I've already been feels like I'm spinning come into a clearing takes a minute to adjust my vision takes a couple more to catch my breath and make my next decision need protection don't know which direction i might find it rewind it and even then I'll probably have a million questions best friends can guess them and shout suggestions through my casket or the plastic urn that looks like metal or the burlap sack that's thrown where grass gets mown and flower petals strewn and then a tree grown in that spot the plot where I am settled like dust to dust or ashes to ashes to the brink of where my consciousness attaches to matter but it's scattered to infinity divinity in microorganisms and earthworms you say nothingness exists but have you ever felt this?
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The Fabulist 04:05
I take your rhyme pad rip the shit in half then I put it back together better than you ever have I deconstruct and reconstruct your feeble sentences build 'em up strong and fortify with lots of messages I'm telling stories that I pulled from out your scrap heap you're in the shallow end I'm swimming where the rap's deep there wasn't much to salvage just a bunch of junk parts I Frankensteined 'em into something that could pump hearts I gave them life and fresh blood from parts I wasn't usin' your deflated words resuscitated with a transfusion I'm cuttin' letters up and paste 'em like a ransom note it's looking really good and sounds like something someone handsome wrote the only thing is that I'm not looking to get something from you cos everything I need I have already yeah you know it's true in fact I got some things to spare and so I'm here to share 'em your rhymes are broken but I think that I can still repair 'em your spoken word is just simply disastrous which ceremony did you say you were the master of? you wrote a book that I could never read a chapter of there is no ceremony you could be the master of you must have MisConstrued the meaning of MC MisCalculated the import of what it means to be the Mic Controller and the one who Must Communicate the Message Clearly anywhere the Masses Congregate you got a job to do but you can never seem to do it peanut butter and molasses sandwich I don't want to chew it I spit it out and in the process form another verse your rhymes are doodoo I use voodoo just to lift the curse call me the medicine man cos I'm relieving pain your fans all come in crazy I'll have 'em leaving sane don't need a certified MD when you got an MC who can bring the remedy like Mod V I got the antidote in fact I got the panacea I'll cure what ails you if it fails to man there has to be a problem with your system on a constitutional level you get confused and put the details all up in the devil you're having trouble seeing things with positivity your mental health reflects your physical proclivity to fall apart and get infected by the weakest strain you stood in line at minds R us and bought the cheapest brain you choke on lyrics till you die and give the Casper up which ceremony did you say you were the master of? I hope the spirits break the spell you are the caster of there is no ceremony you could be the master of let's set the record straight there is no one right way to be but there's a wrong one and of course you found it naturally this doesn't mean you have to wallow in your present state there's still tomorrow or right now no need to hesitate just put the microphone down and exit stage left and leave your notebook cos i see there's one more page left it's just enough for me to write a fitting eulogy here lies MC What's His Name aka Who Was He don't even have the type of face a mother has to love there is no ceremony you could be the master of
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Get Up 03:12
get up it's time to get your fucking hands in the air get your ass out that chair put your feet on the ground start jumping up and down wrap your ears up in the sound I can see no other fucking reason to be get up but not just to get up but yes to get up and go for what you know go for broke and go get it don't sweat it when the crushers of dreams say to forget it don't let it get you down don't frown just fucking get up get up and get out in the streets time to see where the road and rubber meet beep beep roadrunner start running no fun in the sun until you up and get your fuckin' work done get up because it's time for you to mobilize time to get organized get moving set your eyes on the prize get motivated it's time to get creative it's ok to get faded sometimes I think it's overrated if you can do that shit straight it shows that you can be the greatest of the great now get up and go prove it get to it go do it motherfucker get movin' get up get up chorus it's ok to get down especially out on the town but just remember when the hands go around and the time comes point way up high at the sky with your thumbs you lazy bum and get up make an effort do your fuckin' best man if you don't try never gonna pass the test man if you're gonna come half-assed no need to come at all two steps forward and one back and then stand tall don't falter you're the rock of Gibraltar build an altar to yourself and celebrate your oneness one miss doesn't add up to total failure bale your ass out of the dumpster bumps on your bruises and scrapes on your scratches take a leap of faith and don't worry 'bout the mattress bruises on your bumps and scratches on your scrapes you're so super duper you don't even need a cape straight up now sit up straight stack your vertebrae screaming bloody murder they can't take another second of your slouch on the cushion of the couch pushing nothing but some buttons and your belly out ouch your constipated cos you sit there all day breathing vapor now take a sip out of your half full paper cup because it's time to get up get up chorus it's ok to get down and feel bummed somehow feeling glum times everybody does it sometimes you know that everybody once in a while says some dumb rhymes but we can never give up we live up to and beyond our potential it's fundamental when you fall you must always get up you must always get up get up get up get up
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Sleepwalkers 04:07
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wandering - weary - put to the test bleary eyes on a vision quest depressed - need sensory deprivation to rest confess - no longer know which way is best no more gravity - escape from depravity need to see colors not found in reality taste the salt that cleanses and suspends break through the blocks without end unlearn the old shit - make a new start try to heal wounds on the way - make some art make some music - infuse it - absorb it consume it - become it - no need to run from it if you're numb you're not open to feeling the paint on the walls of your fortress is peeling cracks in the wall can't be patched forever ties to your past never fully severed I see you thinking - I just don't know what your face betrays something that wants to show up buried too deep for your shovel to access subconsciousness waits till your body relaxes third eye is open true vision reveals it the truth is not hidden your mind just conceals it telling you stories you're bound to believe in forget it reject all those lies you're perceiving fly away fly away mistakes are for making breakthrough through breaking the cracks are right where the light gets in the chances you're taking will lead to your waking don't kill yourself looking for perfection intuitive empath never had enough peace gotta save my strength fight the gold bellied beast energy vampires dragging me down sharpening stakes I don't want them around electromagnetic pulses shatter me solar flares keep draining my battery floating between agitation and rage nowhere to sleep but the Faraday cage fly away fly away I know it's all going to be okay when the time comes I will just fly away leave this dimension and enter a new one more beautiful than the one I just flew from I'll soon alight in another existence one without time or space or distance one without fear and sadness and pain no more worries no feeling insane yes I will miss those who've offered their love and all who have helped pull me up from above in fact all of life on this earth as we know it I love it but often too caught up to show it fly away heightened awareness can cripple the senses grown ass man 5 year old's defenses knowledge and intellect fail to connect to the true understanding of what will protect you emotional welfare and spiritual acumen build your own castle and do your own vacuumin' clean up the cobwebs and make your amends be kind to your neighbors and love all your friends

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The 2nd full-length release from Mod Verse. This is a motherf-ing protest album.

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released May 26, 2017

All beats, music and lyrics by Mod Verse
Violin - J. Kleinberg
Backing vocals - Eva Langman
Cover art - Jvstin White
Cover layout - Eric White
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