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worm66

by kyle the rapper

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1.
Intro 01:01
The lyrical content within this album was dictated in Greenock, Scotland, between Noon and 1pm on 3 successive days; December 21st, 22nd and the 23rd in the year 2012 The Author called himself 'Aiwass,' and claimed to be the minister of Hoor-par-kraat, that is, a messenger from the forces ruling this earth at present. How could he prove that he was infact a being of a kind superior to any of the human race, and so entitled to speak with authority? Evidently he must show knowledge and power such as no man has ever been known to possess. He showed his knowledge chiefly through cypher and cryptogram in certain passages to set fourth recondite facts, including some events which had yet to take place, such that no human being could possibly be aware of them. Thus, the proof of the claim exists within the album itself. It is independent of any human witness.
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Show Me 02:29
enter the matrix the crows are the sign that you've plugged in and faced the basics avoid the thought police keep secret the dreams you intend to lace in the raw peice you need not communicate with language the people working on the steeple level are sandwiched in silence debate rates like pirates create weight, your estate waits for tyrants. unplug when you can, but understand, the man demands a cash in hand agreed settlement, you can't appease the greek metal bit; nymph, sylph, genie; believe me; reap equity. summon the 3 and best yee flee, the most high trinity is in ya, so pull out the finger. take your time and linger but play the babylon game bitch, it's nature. to defeat it yo is not to escape it, but, welcome the block and carve shards of abstract mad facts. and racks stacks of fat cash; "what shall we do with the big grey poo?!" its you!! the age of aquarious is darkness, it's pockets of light under the ground with hardness i'm speaking to you now through a cup and a string, i've dived back into the dense, i'm in it to win, my yellow periscope observes the machine, come on in and join it's a fuckin pretty submarine hooked up to wormholes a million tubes we time travel to the start meet the druids with hoods. it's obscure, sure! but when your in it there is no denying that you ain't got the winning ticket. sons of the dark we're waiting patient met the gaffer and then we met satan yin yang, i sling slang, the big bang, got no tan, i stick slags in bin bags, the masked man with 6 cans, come in dance, to mad raps and sick tracks and big bands, i'm keeping it up, to open the people cause the people's only responsive to the confident evil, and so i got to participate in the sin to save ya, i'm dying on the cross while i masturbate, yeah.
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Sense 03:04
16 levels with 75 names on it, pour more tonic, flows so sonic, vote no topic, your a man in a drastic plan, what stance are you gonna take? plans are you gonna make? "be like water, hands off my daughter, you 'oughtta, get a position, sign a petition," SHUT UP AND LISTEN to my, flex, as i go flow fishin, got more vision than most, i'm the man with a million i fly high and see more than see goers, fuck teetotalers, YOLO yi'know? whatever, do in yer liver, yer fucked anyway, the nihlistic enemy, i shot Kennedy. fuck it's my song anywayz, tikkity boom, dickin' it soon, pick up a broom, tidy your room, your a mess, get into the discipline, sick when i drink at Finnigans, imminent danger, create pace i'm a power trip power ranger, sour grapes, i hate your behaviour, fake mates and crates is your boredum saviour. sense, there's none of it but happily, i'm the rap answer to Salvador, Dalilili, fuck you if you think it's scattery, this song isn't for you, it's my hearts salary. x2 5th dimension, i'm sick, there's tension in it, and hence there's a bit with lessons that, well, on the surface might appear like gibberish, but dig a little deeper it's just candycoat liquerish, there's meaning if you ain't demeaning and losing seamen, just open your mind, and get with the times, and there you will find, the flower in the bush, loose, but push thru the thick and eventually your getting to it, yep, 3 steps ahead, i'm waiting in dread for you and your head to get out of bed, and start recognising planets aligning, culture designing, waves in the tide, see; 'a put a ruin next to me...' i told you before, you didn't listen though, you struggle to see, but there's something that rumbles under the ground, your ears ain't in tune to hear though, the sound of it. grip, n try n rip the trip lines, there's booby traps in the spooky plan of sick lines, you didn't hit mine but there's more in the future so look in the book for a putrid adventure.
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Church 01:13
testing blessed with sex experimenting these will ease the breathe to breathe to see, you see, is to believe, your birth it hurts the cunt, in time will come the moon the sun will set and yet the evils placed the bet. you don't know me. in among it i'm an agent debating the fate of the famous, trickle with the fickle on top, signals from the underground, the rocks, elementals, minerals, gnomes, roam homes, hoars, scores, folklore, thunder plunder under pirate ships, behemoths the name, the logo's eh, the big tounge with the fat red lips
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I've got nothing to say here, but lend me your ears and i'll delude your fear with dribble, the bounce of the words is what counts you fickle little son of a cunt, see your birth? it hurt and the month you came is when the stars were in the same place as they've ever been, it's the globe that spins. Getting all wriled to win, you've got the same freudian complex that we all have from your wee mummy patting your back, repeat after me you untestable nutsack; you are not special, you are not beautiful nor a unique snowflake, your fake, your the same decaying organic matter as everything else; i am Jacks ill flow full pelt. it's funny all of a sudden how every adolescent reckons that the world has beckoned there shite amateur shots at getting all hot on the topic, like, why am 'I,' even rapping man? I'm white and scottish! but to create faith is to create fate, but know that it's nothing but a mind delusion that is in no way less real than the quantam illusion; we are but bullshit and truth in fusion. wrote rolls and rolls of explosive dope shit, stoked, poking ho's throwing hocus pocus, fuck my remorse i deny the anguish, talk higher forms of the english language x2 sixteen year old bitch, i'm a superstar, look at me getting all more mashed than you are. invincible i've got the shield of stubborn i am the techno re-birth of Rabbi Burns, yeah, conviction is in confliction with observation but from the same tounge i think what i've sungs a contradiction, euh, what have i done? have i got it all wrong? 6 valium the problems gone. self medicating, meditating, love hating, rough playing, i crossed the gate and met Satan, he's very polite but he's getting quite impatient, he's misunderstood like i had him debating about, the overlooking of paths once forsaken but, that's for another fucking song WHERE'S THE WHISKY?! i rhyme tight and that's final dickface.
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Snake 43:61 02:56
Pick up the brand new flavour in your ear, and get locked down with the fear, at 21years yo my flows unfrozen, the fires locked down in the heart of the chosen ones, two's threethree's and the four, the owls up and he's knocking on your chamber door, so hit him with it cause he started this, and your kill dead mistaken if you think he ain't finishing it, illuminated ones in the scumpits, i took a face of rum to your guff tits, rough sex? magick! i'll take a Spell of that, 10 more levels in the mad hatter mad cat hat. You wanted one love? here's a one love goverment, just a bit of fun with a muff now juggle it; dulce et decorum est, novus ordos seclorum, yes, so checkit checkit checkit checkit out bitch, so whatsit whatsit whatsit all about bitch? twitch, till i step into the line of time, and bring back the agenda written in the Solomon bloodline, i'm rocking it just fine, ontop of my game, pains nothing but a tool to get control of the game; the lead must first be melted for the philosophers stone to get invented, ment it, if i said it, done it, rock it and fuck popped it, i've got nothing to lose and still your saying i lost it. A blind eye to those in the yellow nuclear submarine, who rage against the machine. So lets have a party and a ball til it's all went, The Process Church of the Final Judgment, the low cess pits of our time are jumping with more or less pips than a pint of pumpkins, i wrote down tips how to fight it; rough skinned, and i'm butting rough men, my backup ain't strictly the ascended masters, it's the cunts with the dogs drugs and oozi blasters, the blades and the bombs and the spies and the spraypaint and the 22's and the business ties. Jah Rastafari. I'll take a nailgun to your big flying high third eye, but fuck trying to fly, i'mma sink real low, oh, didn't you know? lets go, what are you two gonna do with mewtwo in the ratrace? send him to outerspace? to find another race, to control and defeat them all, it's the attack of the clones and theyr fucked up on tramadol. and this man he shall be a sign for the coming of the hour of the judgment time, so have no doubt about the hour and follow me, this is a straight way you see.
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Bang on the drum, Yo where you from? and what you on? and what's your song? Have you seen the moon? Fuck it's fucking amazing, this is really strong shit isn't it Jason. Oh that's not your name? and you've went insane? Well i hope that we maybe meet again, but it's bye for now while i walk on clouds, yeah, i'll follow my will and maybe find a new crowd. Oh lord God there's lots of sounds, and them tree's are looking alike they're crying clowns, this 'cids making me feel metalic and shit and i'm struggling to feel my body and shit, pheoww. .. Sup guys are you's having a good night? I've lost all my pals but i'm keeping alright, are you's tripping too? I'm heavy peaking. It feels like the whole planets breathing. Have you's got any booze? I think i need a drink. *There's spare beer here. Aw cheers i'll sip on that shit. I hope you folks are intune to the same station, chemically induced meditation. Yo have my scarf mate it feels amazing.. is this guy cold? Cause he's heavy shaking. *He took 3 cubes and he went insane and i think that he said that his name was Jason Oh fuck yo i know this guy ***No you don't!!! *That's the first sing he's said tonight!! ***You fucked with my head now i'm heavy fried, your a psycho mate, why'd you do this? Why? Well i thought we were getting on well and that!? ***Stop talking i don't think i'm coming back!! Look i Don't really get what your saying i done... ***Don't look in my eyes mate, there fucking burnt. Look i'm tripping too, and i thought that you were on the same vibe dude, man i thought you knew ***You were saying the moon was a dragons breathe and i was part of the cosmic virgins death, and you done a mad thing with your fucking eyes. Your not real mate, i think your in disguise. There's other people here that don't need to here that *I think you freaking him out with your acid chat Yeah i did cause i'm cold and i pray on souls, and see hiding the fact? Well it's getting old, these drugs just make your souls easier to get, reptilian bloodline, yeah, google it sket.
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arteries hardly handle me, it's insanity the bastards are lit lit candles lit lit hand me the flattery, at mastery i'm the man to see, a physical tapestry, the fastest bastard that ever lasted when i got the candle handed to me, understandably hassled; i am culture, the suicide cyanide vulture, top trumps i up jump, fucking your posture, i nurture the fucks that'll butcher your future, once super but turned to the clark kent masked men that's them hidden in the dark den holding your mandem, the fact bent to fit the shape of the chosen purpose; hidden but bringing the ruckus, fuck this, it's the success cunts dissing every other one that's not breathing the lithium, and even the trivia is given to hinder ya, i'm breathing a picture of idiom aluminium. 17 second aluminium idiom aluminium x2 i'm still snacking on a wagon wheel, about to devour a happy meal, smelling like a daffodil, sometimes i just have to chill, superboost my energy, conjour concoctions cleverly, run rap like a referee, wake the dead up the cemetery, we share a chemistry, leave behind a deadbeat legacy, i'm not bringing any stress with me, causing disorder until they're arresting me, i'm all up in your radar, the major player, the risk taker, i'm straight all up in your face, blah! fuck a predetermined pattern of behaviour, i'm busy being a reality shaper, the luck maker, opportunity taker, the life changer, i'm just trying to make art, rap animal, fuck reading a manual, i just went out and did exactly what i had to do.
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two four eight most hate gate locked kate moss faith lost train run late no wait stop brain not on songs ready to go but lacking the flow it's like the pens going itself, i ghostwrite, yo, the most right and most tight voice in the game, insane in the brain, but the lame host the sane show, an angel, shows the gaurdian feather i remember the levels that they've put me on in charge of the weather, whatever, it's a long shot, fuck, a potluck, i'm not stuck anymore, greased the hinge of the door that before i couldn't get through, i met you, and you met me, and well? you see, i came with ease, and grease is the word, the seasons will turn, the easy people still waiting there turn for taking the burn, drum roll skull fuck ho's yes yo act two go ready to tear it i've made it the shaman amazing. i take deep breaths and swim lengths, and get up again, the journey is early the destination depends on you but you depend on me, a sticky situation you see? Such is duality, a black white whack wife "put that knife down! you've scared the kids!!" I'm taking hits. Albanians czech ukranian hit lists, i'm pissed with a sick click of misfits. So bust clouds, real fucking profound, the source of electro magnetical sounds, reptilian blood let me fill you in, we're living in birdcages cities man, you feel trapped and your only alabi is one level down and he's punching thinner fries, don't want to sound like a fucking sinner guy but drop the cause, it's a fucking million lies. to better the weather you better yourself, i fucking emptied my letter and emptied my shelf, i hold dark laws cause the truths a tragedy, i've been to the top, the cunts werent having me. a quick fix is innocent, it's cute, but you don't fuck about when your fucking willing to shoot. yo, grab the cunt, there he is there, we're gonna shout if your not willing to here. the fix isnt a dream, it's a discipline, i'm sick to the seems, puff the medicine, to maketh the cream is to polish the steeple and even your silly people are part of the silly sheeple, yeah your homies and your big brother too, it's a higher level of truth that i'm asking of you, yo get rid of the fuse, you got to take it steady, you might be raring but the planet earth isn't ready.
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you see Mr Savage, my special conditioning has allowed for all this, even though it's prohibited for everyone, for those of us who must ultimately guide other to do what is right; it is imperative to understand the lure of what is wrong. Black hand tactics, weight of the earth transit, art of war from way behind the door. The Chess peice takes step from the dark side of the moon, fourscore, there's no motion no more, the law of the one plus four, the star, the mans hand, the microcosm, microwave the once sacred land. To get in it is not just to win it but begin the descent to the hellbent, your terms spent, depressed dense cigar smoke the man toke, the accountant has spoke; "Crew cut you cunt," Individuality melts. Stripped of your medals and belts, play your position and know your place, this is a dark unspoken race. We're young men and we've learned to run again, the moves made from the dark are surfacing, the sheep dogs with the keys to fate, on an oath to Solomon x2 Vacate the already vacant premisise, nemesis, swinging back around faith killing this, temper is steady and undercontrol; incharge of it, at my will i release the lock, rage hitting harder bitch. A jekyl and hyde is stepping in time to leave every other cunt dumbed down with insectacide, infected rhymes will test your mind, the sign of the crimes, a beast riddle; i keep fiddling folk with the underdog yolk, the dark egg, you've never seen a man with such hardened mind games, a rock steady and stronger foundationed domain of a man, insane is the plan, creating an apathy trap, last to laugh, fuck twiddle thumbs; i'm heating up obituary styled beats, capturing beelzeboth to work for higher powers i put reins on the scum fucks; the slaves mop the scum drops.
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you gimmicky cynical heartless sociopaths are talkin the peupeupeupeupeupeu out of your arses; full of nothing; put your soul on the paper! oh you did? n it's eh, a big blank crator, yeah! you say you love hiphop, your killing it. your blind fans all eat cock, they're suckin dick. this music is ment to be owned by the poets and your nothing but a dank shite selfish prick and you know it. i'm taking it back, you are not the owner, you go to where you are from tapping out and bending over. look at yourself, take a minute, look at yourself; it wasn't you, but your weakness that filled up your shelf. your going with the common grain, it's all wrong, the general consensus is wearing you like a condom, the first little glimpse of resonance you get in your heart, where most people would take it in; appreciate the art; you shake, you think; 'i didn't think of that!!!' - then you swallow and regurgitate, bleuuhh, you fuckin sick little pricks you make me sadistic and twisted, images of cuttin your throats at gigs, and fuckin with yer burds tits, its sickness, a wouldn't have thought the whole scene could repulse me like this; but witness the fitness; am comin' like a wasp to sting all you sick kids. you shameless dimwits are making me cringe, you got your thing going from an eccy and drink binge, and listening to the big boys of course, they know what course to take. well, naw man, it's dead and fake x2 so every time i try something new, cause that's like well, whats artists are suppost to do; it gets pushed back, cause it's not on the level that your speaking on; because it's not flatcaps, bucky bottles and hitting bongs. the scottish scene is 10 years behind, you need to catch up man, get with the times, your clicks all far too old school; it's not the season. it's called fuckin 'old,' school for a fuckin reason. it's retarding the growth of your art and the communal bias is breaking apart the bridge we could build to cultural infinity, if that was too deep? keep your game and dingy me. so you need a clique to get where your going? are you too fucking weak just to stand on your own? if somethings broke then fix it, i'm gifted, listen to the messages of the frustrated misfit; your clicks a castle made of sand and i am the sea, you'll hear more of my kind eventually, but for now it's a fat fuck you from the drifter. if i want to be heard i got to break your filter.
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attempt mastery, confused by such flattery, break through to the zone. please don't hassle me; intentionally descended to levels of hell cause if you want to find the pearl you've got to break through at the shell. That's not to mention swimming through the depths of the sea, i jumped form a solid gold diving board, you get me? I took a countdown it was '1-2-3,' adn then i grasped hold of my nose, said 'aw here goes,' edging towards the edge of the board, legs beginning to twitch, one last look at past lifes loot; 'I'll miss you, bitch!' and then i jumped, stared into the screaming abyss, 'if this waters freezing i'm definitely taking a piss!!' but back to today, not long regained conciousness, reading through water proof notes to self reminding me why i done this, eternal thanks to those that tried to catch me, that fall was a long one, sorry if i splashed you. Discontent with being king of the cosmos people, his majesty wanted mastery of earthly evils, but down here he's but a new student it seems, studying ego politics and half arsed dreams x2 And so although the secret to the gold is old and readily available to all of those willing to row into the zone of the moment and drop earthly attatchment, it seems that this method is seen as a tad bit naive in the face of modern circumstances, without a steady foundation then your dreams will collapse kids, and so i dropped a chaotic gate into a lower state to practice extraction from base metal substrate; discipline is the main vehicle here but a destructive one if wisdom isn't chosen to steer, and although your not gauranteed to pass your test first time well all you can do. is set a goal and try your best to follow it through, economic stability is something not everybodys blessed with, take it upon yourself to get this. disconnect your internet for 10 days son, and try and tell me that it's not the most productive thing you've ever done.
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diamond ear and immune to fear, i roll loads more roads than the ancient rome, get home, al getit al clean in a minute, geez a bit, fuck am just in, get thin please, the chicks willny take the dick, with ease, not with these, we shud hug the tree's, n get all lively n stand up tall, and by come fall we could own it all, but nah, don't think for a minute that av turned ma back, yi just, gota get in it to stab it in the back, so please, keep faith theres a light in me, reflect it, bring up yer vein, inject it. the second hand men are well shit, am not involved al rock it n stomp them all, i am the one with the sight all is embraced, i run more cliques than husain bolt runs races, i debate the fates of, the souls unplugged sniffin secret places. to gain hate is wreckless, but moves are made for the sake of vengence, cos pride takes stride in iss present tide, dnt hate the player the moon, the dark side. my lifes a bikeride. mr hoffman knows wt am talkin. jokin smokers lungs are coughin, the walrus will call the common, n paul is alive n talkin, the beatles, get creepy wi people, will shepard the sheeple, sargents peppers the sequel, on toppa the steeple, so take these steps n place these bets erode regrets behold 3 threats, am old, please, lets, get hold of the shadow dome n make silhouettes yi get anymore ket? this grooove that am feelin a dnt wantit ae end yet. the present is unkept, ahead of the sunet, the men are so dumb but the burds run the sun jets. yo, am on top of it, flows ther no stoppin it, roll it, vote solomon, hoes is gold proper it's, dope sodomy, wrote the show properly, holdin goats ontae me, tokin dope, honestly? yi little fuck am eyein up the writtens, a hold cold below am emitten the 7, a git ripped, giving, eleven star back to zeus, am doctor seuss, get loose wi russian high grade n juice, it's a brave new world, orwellian aliens alll insane in the brain but theyr winnin it, n al save u toruble, am pennin the game with live coverage, aim to take some of it, n it takes brain muscle, intellegence recognise, the levels am takin you to, supple, as the days grow muffled, remember to seperate, the part that is most least lovable,

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this album was dictated in Greenock, Scotland; between noon and 1pm on 3 successive days.
December 21st, 22nd and the 23rd in the year 2012....

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