Rumblespielspin from MetaMorphMouthMusic by OCULUS

I'll break it down for all the people that want me to wrap around rhymes. Snake like, I coil and crop around the hype vibes: with your flow and your crew how come you come and tip-toe like you're soft on the inside? Wrapping heads around my design - I'll flip the switch and show you what it means to be online - this is no easy chair trip through my day dream - Pull up your buckle and hold on cos we're about to go slip-stream - Crop of the cream, I'm climbing - high upon the wax lyrical sublime in a digital age without time - where life got left out and death is on a deck chair reclining - seek a sign of the sound silence is designing - and feel the bodies writhing - unlike the expectation creeping through the feet of all the hip-hoppers who can't imagine life without a beat I'm smiling - the bass is the beat - the beat is the track - I'm digging deep in the sack for a knick knack paddy wack - if you're asleep feel my creep - Lord Raw! Sleek I seep deep - a bubble in the blood supply of what it means to be hard core - in my element - I bring heebie jeebies of fear in the darkness of a sphere where the circumference is the centre and the centre is everywhere! This sound was rechecked at my discretion. Conclude the last - begin the next session. Blast the past, futures raw, fighting an eternal fight with selflessness and a two way slamming door. Prejudice in the form of a distant pixellated flaunt of flaws -- mad hectic -- missile generation exhile explode - it's time to corrode and implode the vocoder mimic of a sound byte file wired from A to B - I was a hopeless roaming figure - receiving snigger after snigger from the reloaded or those who claimed to be - oscillating dots on a time plan - sole control - all this distillation from one nation to the next - a societal abrasion - what the hell do you expect? My vision - intermission - to circumsize submission to the mind's recline into desire of fire and lies - rewind decisions - I went and found my style - the bright diatribe flight collision within the rhymes and rhythms of atomic lyricism - from synth to sonic - I'll be delivering lyrical waves that boil and braise and tectonic - arise to meet this thinner air of reason where we can contemplate a little more than seasons - incline to deep grass so you can comprehend the length that spans my grasp - I mean steep and chronic - Beyond subatomic! I drop shit so deep that ears need colonics! I'll master dream world signs of seduction, confront these styles immense, wild reductionism, rotates whilst spinning stereotypical derision into a mass onto or over the rhythm, I break, it's time for a double-take - I brink from dusk to tusk regenerating styles scintillating whilst manhandling degrading brain feed - while the choices we need the most in the hands of those that don't take heed whilst they boast - we took our time to evolve from one breed - I'll check the need for greed whilst you stop fretting on existence and where it might lead...

• Experimental
• Future Beats
• Mouthmusic
• radical
• rap
• spoken word
• London