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Reflecting
04:08
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Reflecting
Recently death's been getting ever so close, been on my own vibe thinking bout the past as if I'm rolling with ghosts
Don't write any rap because i'm thinking of boasts, my mind's way too preoccupied by living by coasts and when I'm travelling it's hosts and so I'm stuck in my head, I'm just writing instead, I'm not looking to post this toast, I'm a rebel and I know I got rebellion to show and poetry's my vibe so with the poetry I glow
I'm always aiming to show the way of things that I know, inhale and blow, inhale and drink, inhale and think
About the direction of your life and keep it far from the brink
And never let yourself sink
Because there's beauty in the stars and there's beauty in your heart and there's beauty in this art
no small part, and smart
And that's what makes me start writing
I’m in the corner with my joint posted, alighting
Man, I’m thinking about lightning, I'm biting my pen and I'm citing what I’m sighting, yeah
Truthfully my mind is oftentimes a mess
And though recently I realise all tings are always bless
I still spend bare time thinking I need to think less
But it's no stress now, I'm lost in your egress,
And I’m hopeless, I hope that my noblesse can impress,
I never want to repress, I'm always searching for success and progress, so if you're naked undress, unless
Your soul will not acquiesce but dispossess
So little time to murder and create so if you're feeling reprobate then let's get busy mate, cos we're in an awful state, and it's nighttime getting late, and I have to admit that when I’m waved I feel bait
On a blessed ting cos I got food up on my plate and if I want to get water I never have to wait
So little weight, so I'm on my way to a date, and it's my first time, man, it's got me thinking about fate
Shakespeare said that the stones prate, I know that they don't derate or donate
I'll ornate my soulmate with a non-irate dictate, exploring Paris when I skate
Foreplay of a mental kind, man, I aim to make you blind with the love that's on your mind and I find that hindsight is blind when our souls are aligned, but that's how mankind is defined, and when I'm writing bars that I find space to unwind, so I'm listening to beats and I'm hitting the rewind
If she tells me to return then there's bridges that I'll burn,
I might be growing older but some things I never learn
Not defined by the urn, or defined by the stern, I’m defined by a yearn
A yearning of earning for the burning of a bush
I’m not an old school prophet but I'm burning on this kush
In the late night hush it's always shush
And that's when I write, cite the things that I sight
Your beauty’s all right, it’s got me thinking if I might
I want to communicate great beauty,
I'm rollin' up a doobie with my skins that are fruity
Recently been thinking and more time I’m drinking
Red wine on our lips is the mark of us linking
But Bacchus loves weed, a great fan of the seed,
And he's addicted to hip-hop, a beat's all that he needs, and
Really just pleads that you'll agree to concede your power for an hour and destroy your ivory tower
If you could, our thoughts would be far from dour, closer to the flower,
In the face of honesty most people tend to cower, so I scour
This land for real truth, I'm making music in the booth, here's how I spend my lost youth, with beats and truth acting aloof
But I'm doing this for others, I’m not in it on my own, man I’m doing this for others, I’m not trying to take a throne, my syndrome is to roam, yet I've never been to Rome
But your beauty, whilst I’m there, has got me thinking, if I dare
To run my fingers through your hair…
- I’ve got thoughts I need to share -
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Harvesting
04:27
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Harvesting:
I spent months in my mind focusing on one thought
Suicidal fantasies, I think of the pain that they’ve bought
Depression’s a disease, it was depression that I caught
Resolved to resolve it on my ones, was never help that I sought
Downing lyrical potion, a close step from drowning myself in the ocean
Demonstrated devotion, now I see sunlight, it seems like things are back in motion
It’s mad how this time goes, it’s mad how this rhyme flows, it’s mad what my mind shows in prose, it’s mad when this smoke blows, isolated, but I’m always consistent on my ones when I compose
My mind’s redemption, after months spent in detention, I still think your name deserves a mention, in spite of genesis of mental tension
Rap is truly an art of the streets and beats are its heartbeats, when we make love it’s a symphony written on the sheets,
When it’s time for the feast anxiety eats away at my skin, I realise that you and I are akin, how many times have I asked how can I win in this life of sin, these bars are expression of the pain within
Mind filled with aspirations and fears, music planes, the rain falls away, the sun clears, I realise the fleeting nature of time spent with friends and beers, I weep Babylonian tears, my time nears, poetry - my only companion through the years, I sacrifice myself to the art cos it needs volunteers,
This song was written it was found out this girl had gone with someone,
When I think of my old loves, I just tun one, I think of the final face of this love I just bun one, respect to the proddy, first track, we just done one, You know what’s coming when on mic I come on, the words just run on,
The approach to the mic dreamlike unlike or more like a hunger strike,
I take the longest hike, watch my anxiety spike, recent times all my dreams are alike
Recent times in my dreams I watch the dissolution of what reality seems, watch as it comes apart at the seams, I sit by calm streams and I flirt with death in the form of light beams,
I flirt with death, fantasise about my final breath, it’s my shibboleth, blood on my hands like Macbeth, blood on my hands, been roaming these sands, banned from the holy land but I’m making a stand, these days I don't put my thoughts on remand, I been feeling these sands, I been cotched making these plans
When I began, not a plan, be a renaissance man, but I ran from my clan, no ban on the word span, words can be greater than the masterplan, busy, got this poetry to master, man,
Recent times been on thoughts of love and its nature, I think about her, I wrote about her, it’s word portraiture, recently my mind’s been on God and His nature, he’s my creator, he’s my traitor, words are greater, in the interior of your mind with the words like a decorator,
Through my words you can experience life like a simulator, fly high like an aviator, I’m an innovator, not an imitator, death is a tough negotiator, spit fire like an incinerator, language between us is a common denominator, I spit fire like an incinerator, I’m an illustrator,
This is just sonic sound conveying the meaning that I’ve found, the rope was tightly wound, I was tightly bound, wanted to swim but sometimes I still wish I’d drowned, still dreaming of being left in the ground, on this mental battleground, words are my only possession, a means to confession, a means to escape depression through means of expression, right now I just pray for progression, life is an art, art is life and here ends my impression
Words are my only possession, a means to confession, to escape depression through means of expression, right now I just pray for progression, life is art, here ends my impression, art is life life is art, art is life and here ends my impression, been battling depression, this is my means of confession, I escape depression through means of expression, pray for progression, this just means of impression, this is just means of impression...
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3. |
Closed
03:33
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She said she thinks I’m closed,
That prolly means she wants to open me, but I’m not open g, declare that shit openly x4
I feel so blind when I’m walking and I hope to see some hope for me,
More time all I just think out and blow a tree,
I’ve learned that a grand don't come for free, write down some poetry,
I mean I learned to flow you see, less is more, tell me more beneath my bodhi tree,
I’m drowning in the debris of the dead She when she dead me, I don’t know one carefree MC
Ideas of the farmers that are coming, meanwhile the bourgeois are running, meanwhile I’m sat here just bunning,
Melody of existence that I’m humming, I’m just focused on the nature of becoming,
As you listen to these thoughts incoming, I’m just thinking of each short homecoming, and each shortcoming, spend all day thinking so there’s more forthcoming, yeah,
And I just came across the Forth, few days ago in Africa, now I’m chilling in the north,
Henceforth when I say this it’s for the last time, chilling till the last rhyme,
Sat billing by Jacobs ladder cos I can’t climb, man, I feel nocturnal in the daytime,
Is it sublime when I rhyme as a pastime, more time is it full-time, Sometime, anytime you catch me thinking bout a paradigm, I’m just waiting for the summertime,
Right now I’m just waiting for the summer, gonna kill myself and become a new newcomer, forget depressed bein’ a bunner,
I’ve been chillin’ with a stunner, dont chase me when I run, I’m a runner, like Earl,
Don’t wanna define myself by chillin’ with a girl, even a pearl,
And I’m hesitant to show the flag, it’s weighed down by the weight of the depression that I drag, I carry weed in my bag,
With these words I only become more active, I’m radioactively attractive, be careful that your soul isn’t reactive...
When I rhyme I guess I offload the weight, and certain ones are telling me they rate what I create,
Confused got a lost to soul to locate, lost my sense of direction when I started to sedate,
I want to celebrate of change of state whilst my blood can circulate but can’t concentrate or cooperate,
I only deviate and detonate, it’s so arbitrary when I arbitrate,
Got me thinking when I contemplate, I got recent ideas in my head to self-mutlilate, I suffocate to obviate, it’s obvious, my head will only leave me in a sarcophagus, it’s autologous or paralogous,
I spit truth on a mic I don’t dodge this,
One man I left him speechless, halfway cos I did it teachless, no-one was my teacher, everyone’s my teacher,
Pay attention to a preacher, rap’s a beautiful creature and I wanna make a feature, I really like her features, I hope with my words I can reach her,
Cos I’ve got goals to attain of living on a higher plane, MJ’s reign in my brain, ink is flowing through my brain, this ink is really flowin’ through my vein, some man trying to obtain a reason to gain whist I’m trying to obtain a reason to remain, my mind’s hurricane is giving me mental eyestrain,
It’s a foregone conclusion, we’re all living in delusion
So I'm living in seclusion, smoking the infusion,
How about this transfusion of my thoughts into yours,
Whilst I’m smoking through these draws, closing opened doors to stay indoors, this life I used to appreciate, now I watch its value depreciate.
I’m stuck in this state, in this state of nature, on my ones writing down rhymes, doing self-portraiture, rap nomenclature, searching for a Great Legislator, mind telling me that I’m falling but I don’t wanna bait ya, I’m writing lyrics on the paper, elsewise I’m writing with the smoke when I’m a vapor, reshape syllables, reshaper, shapeshifter, big bifter, with rhymes I’m drifter,
Most my rhymes are dedicated to the adrift, between my mind and body there’s a rift, I’m bathed in sands of time that always between my hands they stiffed, between my hands these times shift....
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4. |
Catch this one
02:13
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Catch this one, let’s chill and just vibe,
Catch this one, all love when I ride,
Catch this one, get high and I glide,
Catch this one, from life I don’t hide,
Catch this one, got love for this game,
She’s wearing my Rolex but don’t know my name,
It’s a throne that I claim when I declare my aim to put fire to flame
Reizen:
Picture this, in the club and we’re high and my hand’s on your thigh, no need for words, I just speak with my eye, no need for how, no need for why, cuh we’re just vibsin’, our thoughts in the sky
If you wanna get wavey, you could be my lady, I like them slim like shady, catch me with high grade in the shade, I’m all peace and love - no blade,
Each time I’ve prayed for my thoughts that weighed, I find my worries fade, as the beat gets played, my stance becomes renegade, link this beat, shout aidan and I serenade
We billing and chilling, the feeling fulfilling and thrilling , we so drunk on love from the wine that we’re spilling, we’re making a killing, oh we’re so willing, the glass we refilling, it’s a vibe we’re instilling
Catch this one, let’s chill and just vibe,
Catch this one, all love when I ride,
Catch this one, get high and I glide,
Catch this one, from life I don’t hide,
Catch this one, got love for this game,
She’s wearing my Rolex but don’t know my name,
It’s a throne that I claim when I declare my aim to put fire to flame
Alim:
Seems I’m sipping on lean
That there ain’t really my thing
Whittling away at my craft
Stick around and I’ll see what time bring
Beautiful money
She a fine thing
Missing shifts down at at work
But money’s quicker here on a crime ting
Who wants a dot then I bop
Chop it just chop down the crop
Never stop, never stop
It’s a lot, it’s a lot
Flexin’ on dedushka’s soul
Sad that we ain’t never meet
I see mumsie’s getting’ old
Wish she’d switch around with me
Now that I’m all of mine
There ain’t no more wastin’ time
Hit my phone and get decline
London London state of mind,
Hit my phone and get decline
London London state of state of….
State of you…
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5. |
Songs
02:46
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At a loss, man, I’m at a loss, identifying with Christ’s suffering on the cross x2
Recently, I feel trapped in concepts of rhyme,
Recently I’m thinking bout all of this lost time,
Recently I can’t help wishing you were mine,
So long ago I passed my prime, actions speak louder than words but I just mime, they keep telling me that my art is sublime, so I spend time trapped on my own, going towards all these higher levels I climb
Right now I’m angry, wishing that my brain could find the confidence to hang me, thinking of the days when she rang me, we was discussing older loves that we shared, listened to this song that she sang me
Among the songs that we sung and the thoughts that were brung tongue to tongue, mental punches were swung, fists were flung, inhale, I exhale, calm, from the lung whilst we’re young, that’s calm, but this depression’s done harm, it tends to disarm life’s charm like a firearm,sound the alarm, alarming is the sound, and I’m sorta profound when I’m spellbound, reflecting on how people never stick around, I confounded the earthbound to which I was bound and left earth, I’m under pressure to deliver, to give birth to worth, am I condemned to be a giver, and to find pain in mirth,
after this thought I’ll call court, cos time’s short, and can’t be bought, port to port, not resort, I resort to a passport
Why’s my mind already trapped in these same themes
Probably cos I dont know what this life means
At night I’m never blessed by kind dreams
I think of passed queens chilling behind smoke screens
I watch screens of smoke and toke to convoke the bespoke and uncloak the masterstroke,
What’s the master plan, learn things from where I can, I want to know the Buddha’s teachings and recite the Qu’ran
I want to understand the sufferings of Jesus on the cross,
Comprehend the mystics and the thoughts that they emboss,
I want to understand the optimism of Pangloss,
Comprehend the nature of grieving and of loss,
So help me understand, help me to deliver,
Help me understand, I’m an orphan by a river,
Let me understand, death is cold and makes me shiver,
Words kill, I can’t keep my arrows in my quiver
Recently I’ve been blessed to only be chilling with my own kind
But I’m still trapped in my own mind
Recently, I feel like I’m trapped in concepts of rhyme,
Recently I’m thinking bout all this lost time,
Recently I can’t help wishing you were mine,
So long ago I passed my prime,
Actions speak louder than words but I just mime, my peoples telling me my art is sublime, I spend time going towards higher levels I climb
Chilling, blessed to only be chilling with my own kind
But still trapped in my own mind
Recently, I’ve been trapped in these concepts of rhyme,
Recently I’m thinking bout all this lost time,
Recently I can’t help wishing you were mine,
So long ago I passed my prime
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6. |
Goodbyes
02:02
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This album’s been a journey through alienation. ... the source of my creation
A testament to St Andrews, to myself, my friends, my family, my nation
Five years of highs and lows, of depression and elation
Of poetic narration, music’s my salvation, words are my donation, I give my oration
Love to the people who love,
I've learned solidarity and unity are the forces that unite when push comes to shove,
I've felt the shove I've felt the push, when thoughts ambush, when thoughts just rush, the mind won't hush
But there's beauty in waves, in staves, graves and caves, raves
In him in me me in you in her, in thoughts that reoccur, the things that occur, the people met on the lonely road, nature's hidden code, to watch ink explode in prosaic mode, this is a prosaic ode
I've loved, lost and loved again, but dedicated to pen, I hear the birds sing at the end of the pier and know my time is near, see friends contained in then ecstasy of dance and feel the terminus of the trance, I thank life for the chance,
The endless expanse the endless advance an infinite glance from a shifting stance, the endless rain the endless pain the uttered name is not the same as when it came
The melded heart of life that beats, rap penetrates these cobble streets
Which the road of relics joins and meets
Stone and history, lyric mystery, bordering on sophistry
Baby boy born in Britain, identity crisis how many times, its still for her my words get written,
I'm still smitten, love bug all up in my mind, my heart gets bitten,
Love overflows over those who flows are prose whose flows are like a red rose, when the flows its course takes its course remorse in force always beats the sauce
But this is truth, love and unity are the eternal fountain of youth
So thanks to you all, hank you Asha thank you BPM thank you Wax for the sound and support, thank you 72, those I loved, those I lost, the pain that’s been embossed, to my friends, to my the books, the teachers, the places I've been, the things I've seen, each person that inspired me. Everyone is a teacher and remains a pupil. Lots of love. Goodbye...
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Zenrei UK
Zenrei, hailing from a small corner of the English north west, is a rapper inspired by poetry and a love of hip-hop to make music that sits within the boundary of the two, combining poetic lyricism with explorations of himself and the world around him.
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