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Brave New World
03:26
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Brave New World
Verse One Written By Hey!Zeus.I
Verse Two Written By Teknical Development .IS
Verse One
Forever ritual resides in the adapt/
Global circumstances that circumnavigate the map/
So where you at?/
Where you been?/
Where you’re going?/
You has been/
You have seen/
Now blindfolded/
All you do is amass dreams/
Daunted face value looking gaunt/
With cosmetic reality make-up, foundation we all flaunt/
Old haunts with same fears/
estranged tears, a constant weep/
But emotions been alien for years/
So to speak/
The empire never ended/
Fallacy of v.a.l.i.s/
Talisman amulets no fantasy/
Mystic’s aint pretended/
Chorus of the earth in minor chords/
Do you think is honourable or foolish to fall on your sword?
All in accord to how it should be/
There's nowhere else/
There's no way out/
Minimal help, of that there is no doubt/
Privacy sacrifice the latest instalment/
Of this ritualistic monotony to make our emotions dormant/
Chorus
It’s a Brave new world/
You wanna run in the wild or with the cultured little boys and girls/
It’s a brave new world/
Verse Two
Counter the balance, lifting the words from the minds surface/
Created verses, spit in the faces of Gods/
All I saw was nothing, no black n white faces human flesh/
Broken glitches of information from ages of all ages/
The open library, internal turbulence happens whilst the visions are formed/
Sequence from the point the sword slams in the dirt/
Homeless souls walking in numbers around the coliseum/
Breaking the wings of Owls, snap the neck of your creatures/
Poor grades, stupid children don’t cry/
Reach into the space, spareness bliss grabs your ignorance agitated/
Attention was the lesson, the trick cannot be explained told or expressed/
Unseen thorns in the hips of the mind… walk straight/
Face the ugly cold and love will change/
There’s no force in pushing these messages/
In the travel slow sparseness, spareness/
Until vibration of self clashes with what’s playing out the speakers/
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Incantations
02:21
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Incantations
Written By Teknical Development .IS
Additional *Vocals By Madame Pepper
The incantations of peace/
Hollow bones light enough to fly past this darkness/
Expose the matter of facts/
Earth, Water, Fires/
Translating forbidden language, emptiness in the spec of everything that exist/
Furnish with a skill, transition takes its baby steps/
Sand with foot prints far from human beings/
Beware on the conversations, who listens to this type of madness?/
Beyond the disturbance to write something different/
Learn/Teaching the wickedness/
Ugly words of resurrection using the will to destroy others…/
Is it right? No choice but to stop, change the formulas of living/
Foolish emotion, changing vibrations, black flowers, walking cancers/
Slaves cry from beyond the borders/
Basics of the mind slowly diverting, retracting back to the one slow moving position/
Water dripping from my imagination/
Seeds of thought Earth bound developing with the fires to live/
Who controls these mechanics?/
This dance of life deserves better footwork, better rhythm/
Dear memory reflection, smile evil so I can turn my back in disgust and curse out the damned nation/
The incantations of peace/
The loop of life is never ending, truth in the presence of that rhyme, it’s back again/
Thoughts backwards, seriously harming others around you, don’t picture this view/
Sweet destiny running wild, out of control/
The canvas is starting to achieve bright colours/
No small portion but all of the light/
Life’s a bitch depending on how you treat natures gender/
Behind faces of sadness is there smiles?/
You could die at any time/
But life is new also present from the other side/
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Expansions
03:16
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Expansions
Written By Teknical Development .IS
Verse One
Vibrations, forever rapidly moving nothing stays still/
Beyond closed doors of life perception lives another world/
Different always one of the same/
Breathing the essence of life/
Simple words from the eye of the sun/
Two blinking from the face of this vessel/
What’s the purpose of blindness?/
Is everything a test on the will to will life or is life set as it should be?/
What comes after acceptance but the chance to change unchanged by distractions/
Pay attention, exercise strengthen this organ/
Decorating internal worlds, walking further into forest of wonders/
Imagination is the blood and the will to create can taste its symphonies/
Hunters of dreams, show no mercy for the self you deem to be/
Young seeds grow into walking trees/
Fantasy cloaks the sentences, but the fate is the same when the roots are corrupted/
Tears out the faces, standing in pitch black garments/
Hope that makes sense, knowing holds the rope/
Strong arms firm, whilst the body’s hanging/
Whilst the body’s hanging/
Verse Two
Whispers in the sound/
Who’s the fools to listen?/
Many joys in the last laugh/
The realms where the first will be last/
Secret kept from the ears of men who tell lies/
If only, but in the truth it’s those faces who restrict all at a base level/
But rise to gold for the control over the masses personal gain/
The red is coming, Devils, the coated name of those who formulate the evils/
Stranded on death row without a paddle/
Testing the waters with the tip of my fingers/
Although unseen the vision is felt more then I please/
The penny drops, yo´ who’s in control?/
Who wrote these words for the love of the other?/
Mind, Spirit and soul on a path of alignment /
The doorbells are ringing/
Will the doors open in unison?/
Untold, from the middle I fold one side to form the sheets that I rest in?/
Mathematics at the time of four zeros/
Audio alchemy vibrated to the epic adventures of space in between beyond reality/
The bigger picture, expansion… of the two, free, and the four
Expansion of the two, free, and the four/
The two, free, and the four/
The two, free, and the four/
The two, free, and the four/
The two, free, and the four/
The two, free, and the four/
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Conversations With My Cousin *Feat. Anthony Drawn (Saxophone)
Written By Teknical Development .IS
Verse One
Don’t move them curtains yo/
Evil rest beyond the view of this window/
Peace inside this vessel cries for more/
Simple aid of the others/
Pace my steps upon the floor/
Rest these raps authors, the winds of wars are felt/
Daps with no love, behind eyes force that manifest the concentrated image of death/
Tried to part these styles with no success/
Bless these verses, strange methods/
Banish the curse of my word, the verse return the hearse back to the essence/
The evil the all the one who gives a fuck?/
Pick my petals of ugly natures/
Rap is just a front, no back, spit poems forever/
Hook
Conversations with my cousin/
Imagine if I was him/
I left the situation/
The truth was a blessing/
Doors are always open/
Do I step back in?/
Verse Two
Paused moments waiting for the stance to mould/
Shooting wild darts, the arts of suspense who’s next?/
Under the bridge live these trolls/
Fuck cursed by the spells I’m spitting/
Unrelated pains, try wiping blood from my hands yo’ no way/
Visions of a better tomorrow slip from the grip of your eyes/
God damn Tek, why the other side?/
Reason being I know the future/
The others are coming/
Follow my words out the pages of strangers/
What’s the basics but for nothing/
Sad times, smiles aint faraway/
Hooked on guilty pleasures, swinging polarities/
Thinking where do I jump, where do I stand?/
I took myself out the picture/
Hunters with knifes, bullets with names on/
My family violent/
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Spirit Talk
03:42
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Spirit Talk
Verse One Written By Hey!Zeus.I
Verse Two Written By Teknical Development .IS
Verse One
Such a strong silence/
A language with no tongues/
Falls on deaths ears/
Calls for less tears/
But clouded eyes still run/
Past wishes of future conversations fragment to this occasion/
Condensed in consciousness/
Guided consequence/
Confided construct resides in ones love/
Spending more time talking to the dead then the living/
Loving empathy of no response/
But feeling it’s the truest of listening/
I stood in my fathers grave and brought down his coffin/
Covered it in dirt/
Now to communicate only one option/
Means to the end with an end adding means/
Archetypal dialects translating symbols in dreams/
I’ve become fluent in these words/
Conversating nightly/
Daily internals taking down minutes blindly/
Speaking secrets to spirits seeking synchronisation/ (repeated)
These trusted words spoke to ghosts/
Dilated truths only mixed with hope/
Verse Two
Inhaled twice, no liquor to spill/
Captivated souls circulate this poetry/
Concentrate on the vinyl spinning/
Haunted by the lust to trade places with the physical/
Neutral words, using language of a split world/
Silence lead the conversation, sound spoke creating new vibration/
The end so sweet, either way logic has one direction dependent/
The guide explains the definition of being humble/
These rhymes just a simple view and expression on my paper/
What rest wild from the mind will kill/
Infect the rhyme cypher/
The craft that lives for the joys of the pain from the skills of my peers/
Set aside the use of evil eyes/
Unseen ways to end the physical life/
Fuck it, beyond the borders/
Darkness just a lack of light, like hate is a lack of love/
Intricate paths alone one with all/
Equal parts enjoy the methods of life/
Combinated arts so many styles where the choice is even/
Motivated night time travel, always back to the :AM/
Vinyl playing, timeless presentation/
Quiet days, weeks, months years has ended/
If this island of rap was a home listen to the spirits talking/
Concentrate on the same vinyl spinning/
No tricks or illusion other than the hands of time/
The dust comforts the needles journey/
Loud just before the quiet ends solitude understands creation/
Such a beautiful thing/
Speechless in the importance to continue creative measures/
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Teknical Development.IS London, UK
Teknical Development.IS
THINK.CREATE.LIVE
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