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The Fresh Substance Mixtape 1​.​5

by Brutally Honest

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Tomorrow 04:01
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The Gallows 04:42
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welcome to the age of machine, I rage against it, no pun intended, i stay lamented, you stay pretendin while your children lay demented, contorted by misreported stories, fate has entered misguided allegories while we swallow these hallowed 40's, it rains it pours, say no more, the sane is bored insanes adored, chain the doors, welcome to the mind fuck, the brain is yours time's up they feign for more, give em a fresh sponge let em stack those carbon copy houses for a little less grunge bow your knees on the church pew to the little blessed son being good can save you, but its a little less fun, the rest run out the back of the house catch a pressed gun, boom, out the back of your mouth Evolution, looms, now its back to the drought I have a confession, Doom, is back for a bout cause when the machine's take over, and the people stop taking, those lower paying jobs cause the wages they be making and everyone's got a degree, but it don't mean shit inflate our wage a little more, if you dont we quit and those machines, that are doin our jobs now, are overseen by more machines, oh we doin it hard now you either upper managment or your homeless and broke we let the tree grow and this poem is the rope we rise, and we fall we rise, and we fall we rise, and we fall they rise, now we fall welcome to, the age in which your welcome to anything we can help you to, let me help you choose cause when you die you cant bring money to hell with you you dont want to burn it here, to hell with you smell the truth, cook it up in baking soda let that crack rock keep you down so we can take you over we got a million things that we can break you over this go below the dirt, let me take you lower down, down, down, where the fake dont show up in fact we create the fake so the can make you slow up we analyze you, in order to misguide you, and the funny thing is you dont even realize you, became a legalized product of our teaching we keep you fried if you ain't the product we were seeking, you got two choices, hear our voices, and if you choose to block em out, welcome to the slaughter house
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Torture 04:13
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Soulsomnia 01:51
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Vermont 04:44
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one button push from a mass explosion a nuclear reactor with a cracked avulsion a nucleaus of factors where the tracks are pulsin back packs full of smack all wrapped in lotion a mouth full of words that attract commotion a house full of herds but they lack devotion impact emotions, distracted motions, misguided media infection, so I jacked the potion created the antidote, the notion, for anti hope errosion, anti focused spokens hope isn't given, hope is chosen I breathe fire on the rope so the rope isn't frozen string it around and around till it chokes from both ends and stand both feet planted where the slippery slope ends deboxin options while im grippin the hope pen breathe toxins often bile drippin from broken veins like water manes, all correded from the sea salt willing to die in vain devoted to the people they heard the explosion now their loaded in the steeple crosses drawn on their forehead coated them with evil took my pen out and wrote it in the tree folds stuck it in my back pocket and beholded through the people the arrival of the bible and the hope enslaved them survival was in denial, so I quote the raven he was suppossed to save them but when asked he said quote the raven the black cloud arrived, cracked loud and fried the church bells till the smacked down inside broke the chains suspending the fallen savior the priest opened the floor boards intending to crawl in later he spoke empassioned defending the gods behavior and in fashion to his actions he pretended to call his maker holy father who art in heaven, you rewards those with faith from the fate of our darkest brethren we hear you, you've marked your presence we do not deserve to bathe in flames for we've embarked in essence on the path that was hand scribed than transcribed and altered many are just vultures, but we have never faltered we have crossed many boundries, embraced many cultures we have lost many foundries, but placed many sculptures many have tasted the tip of the sword, only to rise thru the skies to the hip of the lord, enlightened eyes electrified by the grip of the cord we drank your blood from the lip of the poured, cup felt a rush through our veins of your omnipotent force up riding through the clouds on a magnificent horse but this is where the vision contorts, among the followers was a division of sorts, a man arose from his knees and stood up on the church pew and despite all of the noise his voice seemed to blurt thru if there indeed is a god, I find it odd heard you and was influenced to review our incumbent curfew the priest tried to retort, but his throat just caved in a spirit flew in screamin quote the raven they hoped forever for the ghost to save them but it spoke never more, quote the raven
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Amended version of the Original Mixtape released on 11.10.09

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released November 10, 2009

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