If you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Temporary Insanity Beautiful Loser Rabbit Pt. I: Half Way To Romance Clocks A 12040 Lola Destinys Child (Interlude) Rabbit Pt. II (by Yimmi) Mirrors Solace 17 + 17

Bonus: I Should Have Been A Rapper (ft. Larristotle & Ralph Hardy)

Temporary Insanity
Trapped in a room with no windows, no walls and no fresh air. It is important that the air is fresh; otherwise you will suffocate to death. You can find no space to breathe, yet you always manage to find a new last breath to extend the pain. Completely suffocated in the vastness of this vacuum you have no option but to merely 'exist' in, whilst not existing in the background of the existence. Meanwhile, the room is getting progressively smaller but remember; it has no walls. There is nothing physically stopping you from leaving, except you feel no longer exist in the world of physics. This is how it feels to not feel; Everything is heightened to the peak of desensitization. There is no higher point of emotion you can experience, whilst actively feeling absolute nothingness The deeper you go down is the closer to the exit, but the exit is not at the bottom, it is outside. Meanwhile, the walls just keep on getting closer, shrinking to the middle. But remember there are no walls, therefore, no middle
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So, where are you? More to the point, who have you become? You are a dreamer in a land void of conscience Welcome to temporary insanity, dreamer.

Beautiful Losers
Novocane dreams, arsonists run riot. Critical acclaim reigns until daemons falls quiet The reality called home becomes so quickly distorted, walking the same memorial path those lionized before did. Orchids will certainly be placed on the grave, a self-written eulogy seemed fitting given the circumstance. Novocane dreams, arsonists run riot. The good once died young, paint now precedes silence Selfishness doesn't factor in the logic an unstable mind You call it self-harm; they label it therapy Free the psyche, now you R.I.P.(O.M) Brother in arms; The burden you released I now pick up as mine.

Rabbit Pt. I: Half Way To Romance

Let me fuck you fantastic Your mind is my hutch, the hub for my sins. I dont ask you for much, just give me purpose Enjoy me tonight, enjoy our faade. The length and girth of my regrets I wear proudly on the cuff of my sleeve. Let it breathe, for a moment round two is a postponed. Though near you I am, I am lost in the depths. The depths of the parade on the path I kept. Kept, that I am, a darling of demise. Disguised as a dream to innocence-free dimes. I am nothing, you see, uncounted, uncared. I am nothing except always the cousin of a hare. I am your rabbit tonight; do with me as you please Fall down on all fours; plead over and over from the sanctity of your knees. I give myself to you, but for you I do not live. I live for the hutch in the state of mind that you give.

Clocks
Sublime chime chariot. Fate decided the courier, a south easterly wind will guide me home.

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After you sat and told me that the Bible was my blessing, Cursed I became. Dictating zones for my train of thought to Evolve, or d-evolve, I should say. Frighten my freight, Giving no license to enlighten myself. Hymn or incantation? I wasn't taught the courage to explore such a question. Jackal's quote laughter in pastures of the Kingdom, held at knifepoint by an Apostle. Living by laws of two-thousand year fossils, let Matthew captain the team of timeless impostors. Nonchalantly ignoring every lie you now consider an Obligation. Prolonging progression, Questioning relevance. Re-invite my elephant back into the room. Sit him down next to the of doubt figurines, in That part of my conscience he so dearly loves to occupy. Undergo a lobotomy, maybe then I will find peace, Victim to teachings that were forced inside me. Wondering why free thought is thought to free demons simply sinks me even faster. Xeriscaping, a summary for the tales heard from the mouth of my Pastor. Youthful putty, plaster to the adept Zen, Zoo or Zion, whipped and stamped like all the rest.

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Lola
She was so perfect my four letter word. It's absurd To think I let her this close. My North Star steadily made her way south. We stood blindfolded, balancing on the brink of a phantom Symbolizing an epiphany both earned and found. She amalgamated the sound; two hearts palpitate in tandem. He used so many arrows, held my heartstrings for ransom. Still she still stayed, firmly by my side. I didnt mean to hurt her, but Im only sorry from the waist up. It was her smile that drew me in, God's sketch of perfection. She galvanized me; I wanted nothing more than to say that I owned her. Living rent-free in the eyes of four-lettered Lola.

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Destinys Child (Interlude)

Maybe destiny is designed to assign me a destroyer of love. Fate now favours the cheat, all dice being rolled I believe to be loaded. I set out to live a life based around the concept of positive affirmation, in an attempt to better my state of mind. Instead, lured into self-doubt breeding mindset, I resulted to other means. Episodes of doubt exhaled in clouds of smoke; eighteen months later that first toke takes it toll. I was on cloud nine, six feet deep, exploring all realms, delving further into self-defeat. Then my energy just, changed. As if gifted with an embryo crafted to return innocence to burdened minds; I was reimbursed for every time I spent myself. For every string I loaned from mine to re-heal yours, yet I still had to force myself to love. Tough break. I always claim to be a good man; the most ugly cry of wolf. Ace in a pack of fools, successfully trumping everyone. It is because of you I now know I am to grow old and die alone. As always, a silver lining Children of destiny always die at home.

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Rabbit Pt. II (By Yimmi)

No longer kept. Soft nibbles to numb the war within. Too lost in these depths Numbing the numb, I cant feel a thing. I was never kept... My blood now boils At the idea of sex 10 years in this hole; A life comfortably lead. Leading the horses as they saw, conquered, came and left me for dead. Where is my keeper? Lead me back to my cage Build the fence proof of me Til all has shed, de-pelted with age. This bloodstained district Transmitted to me the sins of the city. And so it begins - the demise of the darling, No choice in it all; Such a shame - she was pretty.

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Mirrors

A hollow rock perched in front a vision.

Flip a coin

Oh well.

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Solace
Enter into my tardis. Pellets of tranquility attack my scalp whilst I playback everything that just played out. Reconnecting the flowers to make that perfect memory chain. Your gaze unsettles me. Futile attempts to map and remap the pathway into your mind. Concealed penetration is my one true joy, but with you my criminal ways cease to exist and fail to extract. Leaving me on level pegging with those in my race. A task I rarely have to face It may be safer to reverse. Not even test dummies survive these collisions. Summer feel, winter execution. A ladybird stuck in a stone fortress; I watch intently as you walk aimlessly, aware that you crave everything I wish I could offer you. In time, in time. Wandering and wondering, no determined path to my intrigue, but it exists all the same. Counter my sanity and in the absence of vanity I will retreat to solid silence. Youthful emotions vs. troubled, seasoned minds. Question marks should follow, but the uncertainty is not mine.

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17+17
Nineteen seconds of composure for every twelve seconds of gaze. For every word there are eight thoughts, Within those eight thoughts there are six reconsiderations anticipating the release of one word. The last two thoughts represent the inflation of toll prices and the notorious and repetitive slaying of my mind. So in conclusion, I try not to think before I utter one word. But there are still seven seconds unaccounted for and two words left to say. But you closed your eyes, So the process must start again.

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I Should Have Been A Rapper (ft. Larristotle & Ralph Hardy) [The following is to be read at 120BPM. Larristotle You coughed twice when I said, I should have been a rapper and once more when you'd noticed I hadn't stammered. No stab wounds, bullet holes or time spent in a slammer, I'm from the 'burbs where 'ratchet' spells out Rihanna type girls: tight knit, Jamo nails and gel curled baby hairs with a daddy that buys mummy pearls; the conservative type but they still vote labour, dumb as fuck, no opinion so they all form the same one. Six million ways to die choose one, I could pop a molly when this thirty-two is done, wash it down with paint stripper, gargle on it some 'til my oesophagus bleeds and is thoroughly numbed. I swear it man, I should've been a rapper I said this to my mum and she told me I'd look dapper in a suit and tie, in a courthouse telling lies, to juries of peers, that I'd really get by. But alas, I'm not a lawyer, I don't know anything So ask of me no favours for I'm not a Nazarene, nor have I a mule, I'm more the, what? Anakin? With a force grip on a strip of cetirizine. I don't need to say this, I don't think I'm rated but was top three selected when Dwyte started writing Faceless, I might flow faceless but to the cause I'm a pagan because I Harvey Dent the whole beat and two face it ...The feathers scatter but it's realer than it's ever been halos askew our dirty faces but then again we never, not once, assumed that when I'm in deep with the D, I might sin again. Tell a friend. RX
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Tell that friend to tell a friend that 'I should have been a rapper' Label me Hercules or Xerxes, I will look equally as dapper. The guy you look up to, sporting a screw-face and two slappers the left arm is blacker Big back, whiplash effect trumps the right arm worn cracker. Only hooked up with a white bitch 'cos quite frankly, I'm a slacker Black bitches take work, Im the unemployment phone-line-jacker It's the UK twerk team, work, work, Go berserk for absurd chicken jerk fiends 7/10 of those bitches are probably riddled with herpes. The same bitches you take home to cook your thanksgiving turkey She trapped you at 20, still trapped here in your 30? You are wrapped around her little finger like "NIGGA DROP 'N GIMME SOME BURPEES!!" I should have been a rapper instead Im here unwrapping Hersheys Hungry for everything Im told is nutritionally unworthy Yo Boss! Two hamburgers, but, I beg you no gherkin flip it over twice, I know you Turkish cook with no purpose pink insides are no delight to my high, so please stay focused. Driving high in my BM, let my MB high ride me there's lube in the glove compartment just incase you go dry B all that ignorant shit we worship, coming down ever so slightly Track 3 on OD, ya bish, come find me .here at the strip joint make it rain, but stop the tap where her worth is Elizabeth is the only bitch in here on the floor with any purpose. Lost my company at the bar, drown out convos from pussy nitty's. Just before I had to buss out One shorty gave me a stiffy Sterling nipples, perfect titties Should have buss in her mouth If only I had enough cash for her mouth, my God, if only dome would have been Holy, but for her strip tips digging holes in my credit-rate journey. Drive home, 5am, having spent all the day's earnings and I didn't even get her name slightly concerning.

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Ralph Hardy My ear's tryna veer to the sounds of hope so do you dare repeat what you just spoke? the winning teams here/ hear, did you make the cut orrrr was life just too cut throat? you say you're the voice of the people I couldn't see your microcosm through a microscope listen, I can't imagine that it's all bad at least your grey area is slightly taupe She's a hammer head and you're not even slightly tope wheres your backbone I can't fathom how you'd cope I should of been a rapper The only difference is, I have an abundance of cool and they got nonsense dope Their mindset is warped, same, but different scope Who's to blame? What hymn sheet? Proverbial note? I'd prefer it if we all thought for ourselves but that ship has sailed and there's not enough space on my boat. My ear's tryna veer to the sounds of hope so do you dare repeat what you just spoke? Is it that 2 chainz' clang sounds endearing to the ear , or do you fear if you speak it out you'd choke? Necklace necklace fearing your voice may be broke? Embrace the bass I should have been a rapper for your sake Just need to find the right place to elope its cold out here in this dark skin coat now walk with me now.] RX Three different realms of the same incorrect label Segregated from life, acting in three separate fables Three impenetrable facades, protecting each self from humanity Welcome back, young dreamer to Temporary Insanity.

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Art
Joy Isaac - @King_Joyy Ray Fiasco - @RayFiasco Aysha Ali - @Aysh1x

Features
Yimmi - @ColourMeYelllow Larristotle - @RookieLawrence Ralph Hardy - @RalphHardy

Thank You.
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