The Dead Listeners Cassette Deck

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In this room with this
Black stereo cassette box
From the dead listener
I begin to listen to it
I see images of
Father in black brim
Spilling black blood
From his eyes the rap is slim
I begin chanting hymns
Hip Hop rhythms
All of a sudden the room

Becomes a
Monochromatic schism
I begin dancing
Twisting around in spirals
To my great death
Wake up in a new form
Some new flesh
Play a new cassette deck
With the vinyl record
Tryna find out the reason
Why my life is life
I'm hexed but
I still continue to play
The record anyhow
This is what I was meant to be
Proud

A composer at heart
Even composing
With broken skeletons
Upon the darts
That I put inside
The spiral of the arc
Of the covenant
You know the mark
I'm making it
You know the way we started
Playing this from Ad

Back in the
Golden Leaf Cinder Canyon
Nigga with the cannon
Smile as I begin to fucking
Jam and tryna shoot at him
But he keeps disappearing
His filamentous figure
Is oh so endearing
Going in the room is similar
To being like
A man that can't See the light
But only bleeds inside
Nobody sees the pain for me playing these records back
I'm seeing all of my deaths
I'm seeing various forms of
Myself collapse

I become enraptured
By the nature of covenants
Made with the darker side
Now I'm on some other shit
Of course I am a man
That became a corpse
Entranced advanced
To play this dead piano
Looking at the life change
Right in front of my eyes
As the vinyl record
Begins to spin once more
And the cassette deck
Begins to leak
An effervescence that I can't Seem to make sense of

I see his filamentous presence
A.D begins to possess me
As I perform on the stage
Of absurdity
I hear the crowd swarm
Getting punctured and stuck
Man what the f*ck is going on
I wake up in cold sweats
I know death the null checks
Begin to encumber me I'm
Wondering just what it means
To be a hungered king
Starving for recognition
From the world
For my compositions
AD tell me that I will be his
Composer for eternity
The dead can listen

Of course it is
I'm never feeling so ashamed
Of being so great but f*ck it
I guess there's no way
That I can get out
I blow my face with the gauge
It becomes a black hole
I see my mother in the center
On a stage bleeding out
Screaming for her only son
And this is just
How the games have begun

It's just the beginning
Don't you get too caught up yet
This is what it means to put in
The dead listeners cassette deck
Vinyl records as well
This shit is better than self
You know it's head or the tales
What's better heaven or hell
That's often what they tell you
That's all your self knew
But it's way beyond anywhere
You can imagine hold on

It goes on
It goes on
The Dead Listener
Yeah it goes on
It goes on
And it won't stop
Shit it's all I know
I got one shot

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