1. |
TIMELESS...
02:29
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2. |
CHASE FAME
04:00
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HOOK :
We aren’t in it just to chase the fame
But I swear we feel different when we step on stage
So if it came to it and you read our names
We pray they’re top, signed positioned in the centre page
TOK. :
Struggling to make payments,
Juggling darts in my bubble trying’a make statements,
and waves in this less than great nation,
and maybe pave the way for the next generation, or maybe not,
Today is the day that I’m faced with,
So Im’a go and brave it whatever the pay slip,
I make music ‘cause I wanna make it not because I wanna ‘make it’,
I'm not a fame chasing fake prick,
But align my eyes with the lime light and I’ll take it,
Get the stage lit as we claim and chromate it,
See us rising from the ashes through camera flashes,
Neglecting vanity we stay reflecting as the mirror smashes,
Then once we crowd shook enough I’m walking off hooded up,
Thoughts spin round, was I good enough?
I think back to one brief moment,
I was in the zone feeling chosen,
Roaming the depths of the verses I’ve wrote,
No choking on ignorant flawed thoughts provoked,
by the Little retort given by your minimal twitch of the jaw,
Forgiving insolence ‘cause I’m typically misinformed,
I’ve played the game now so I can refrain from the analysis,
That was wearing my brain down give it calyces,
I’m at peace with believing that in one brief moment,
I had complete atonement,
Fears fade away when I’m near a to stage to play,
Pains remain but I save them for another day,
Thoughts clear when I steer to the booth,
My unashamed ears start hearing the truth,
LAZY EYEZ :
Your local raggabond sipping shit I'mma tag along,
Putting my man on you mannequins gonna be mad I'm strong,
Though in the past we wrong in seems this path we on,
No need to clash just bump with me clap this song,
Could be the definite energy in this mad world,
Seen the desperate entities in this dying scene,
Not implying he who don't meet skill,
Need three pills cheap thrills bumping Meek Mill,
I seen deals scheme on the best,
Demons up in the nest perceive the weak but don't speak on the rest,
Green in their eyes fake G's on their chest,
My jesus piece rap the mic when I'm eager for sets keep in the best,
Like I'm stopping time befriending the clock,
But I'm stuck in this beat call it Benaddicts watch sending them off,
Hedonistic never settle for less,
Sell my stress like Jhest never delivered the letters but I'm post man,
Seperate sections what I quote wrote my notes down,
This old town with new eyes cold crown get blue iced,
Coast to coast most when I'm hoping I choose right,
Though two seem slight third's holding it tight,
So money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend,
Sonny take your bling looking ugly with gold rings,
My currencies up their with the lights and the decks,
Mic and the sets where the best heads flex nice fight for respect,
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3. |
BOUND FOR THE BEST
02:32
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LAZY EYEZ :
Clique with the melody,
Kept shit assembling remembering the lessons learnt,
I grind for respect not the ice on my wrist,
Nor the Nike on my checks so I'm nice with the flex when I pen a verse,
Who you wanna let set the terms,
The world could be yours if you learn,
Cuffs on the arm keep calm for the bridges we burnt,
You can keep your medication 'cause I'm seperate to the curse,
Shelling on the stage left the pressure in the skies,
Depression in my eyes so I'm praying that we rise,
Keep sane the enterprise never stressed when the pen aligns,
Rarely rest till I'm getting mine you go take a break tonight,
Get something fake to write know how we'll play this,
Every show we shut down your face is,
Dazed and confused like the 93 stage script,
Play 02 lakers till they day that we made it,
HOOK :
It’s just something off of our chests,
Snatch that gold chain, who you tryna impress,
All you old names being put to the test,
When we’re round any decks we are bound for the best,
TOK. :
We’re the children of the damned, left bewildered in the sand,
With no inkling of a plan but to tick another bag,
So will somebody tick, tok? No, I gotta stop it,
Those little rocks and rizla twists are sinister and toxic,
But so are those rocks that are garnishing your neck,
That you best protect ‘cause you got a target on your chest,
If you’ve earned and deserved that gold then don’t worry,
Hold on to your pearls in this world of slurry,
But if you sold your soul to be worthlessly bold,
We’re coming for your diamons and replacing them with coal,
The no fame, no ‘game’ rappers repping no shame,
Never tame, we’ll also steal your stage if your shows lame,
Good music is the remedy,
You don’t need sedative medicine in the recipe,
To get ahead of these weak G’s that be sleeping on ya,
We’ve learnt the lessons so you never have to. We ain’t preaching to ya,
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4. |
SECOND HAND VIEWS
02:52
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LAZY EYEZ :
I kept it walking through the darkness,
Path's looking hard couldn't harness my harvest,
This bastard to bar spit so calm it kid viscious with the ill flow,
Get fucked if you thinking about the deal tho,
So chill bro no need for bad vibrations,
Time for vacations craft minds in a state of bliss,
Take the pistol and rap about it's greatest gift,
Fake as shit bro your passions in the image all play and script flows,
Never rapper in a scrimmage so as great as this shows,
What happens when you're finished is your passion and your winnings getting sold off,
Thinking how diminishing your vision of this whole plot,
Got you in suspicion that it's all rigged all false odds,
Little intuition and you'd scold yourself too,
But the boldest stand through in the holdings of the proof,
Though your showing man truth not the first hand,
HOOK :
Second hand views been round for a minute,
Kid step in our shoes see life through our vision,
Weak line between real and the fake,
Decide what decision will you make when they’re looking in you face,
TOK. :
Kids be getting back hands for acting like they pack the rachet,
Man I've had it. How you gonna stab me with that plastic hatchet?
You deal in fake threats, but the facts are average,
Every rhymes designed to hide the fact that you ain't living lavish,
Kick the habit, begin witnessing inner magic,
And start to see that you're unique no need for speaking falic,
You'll be forgiven for your weaknesses and sinners antics,
So don't be wishing for another brain just keep yours active,
The missions hidden in deeper tactics,
It ain't impossible to cruise along and seek reactions,
Without relying on these meaningless schemes,
Fitting the rhyming words with lies of lifestyles you don't lead,
It's a bit simple and whack,
Don't think big billing cuz you got the littlelest stack,
Just know the illest villains talk about that shit you don't see,
So stick to being yourself and proceed,
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5. |
PROOF
03:21
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TOK. :
If you're ready then I'll set the scene,
I can see everything I've ever dreamed ahead of me,
A whole landscape of choices I can make,
Controlling this plan with my voice and these damn tapes,
The endless fields of possibility,
Infinitely spanning past the great planes of history,
Consciousness creates if you're awake to the imagery,
We changed ways by placing statements in literacy,
Don't be scared to leave behind the crossed that you bare,
The path to greatness doesn't start chained to a chair,
Use your brain and escape your most dangerous affairs,
If you're caught in the rain find your place in the air,
Above the clouds there's too many heads buried underground,
Terrified of the letting pride slide they begrudge the sound,
Of life's advice they'd rather hide,
and buy the lies these tyrants sell,
Open up your eyes,
and live your life for yourself,
We're the proof of the subject,
Being you isn't stupid or suspect,
Stay true like the rhymerz and dubz said,
Blaze through with a vibe and see success,
I was staying up nightly tryna take flight feeling oh so spritely,
Did it fight my anxieties unlikely,
Is it the reason that it deepened it might be,
So i tried out a tight leash,
But felt weird and thought nobody liked me,
Then it dawned. There's nobody like me,
I do me. Now I flow to the right beat,
HOOK :
We're the proof of the subject,
Being you isn't stupid or suspect,
Stay true like the rhymerz and dubz said,
Blaze through with a vibe and see success,
LAZY EYEZ :
Yeah one drop of this shit and I'm already gone,
Home grown plot in the mix zoned in a steady hunt,
Woah now jotting my ink float till the setting sun,
Blown out toddlers ish kids getting messied up,
Confetti cup drink to celebrate my festered cuts,
Blessed brothers come and go like the weather does,
Come now mess with us run down cousins of the coast town loving,
Hold hope how nothing could have broke my tough skin,
Told by dozens pay tolls or get rolled like blunts skins,
Fuck him cocky rhyme sayers coal mine players of an old time,
Layers to this gold shine glaze if it gets mould like patient on the road side,
Wait until I'm old like live young burn out quick piff lungs learnt how to spit earnt my gift,
And you can't take that from me no laid back zombie,
Gonna fake chat probably mate a mate clapped honestly,
Break yats on the beats Lazy properly s - dub prophecy,
Bless bruv so come and face this oddity,
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6. |
BLEEDING INK
03:15
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LAZY EYEZ :
Yeah I let me ink bleed like a nice tag,
Pocket got a hold of me the green has a tight grasp,
Look it I don't know what I'll let out,
Fingers stay flexed like an unfed eagle,
Bun feds this legal my nonsense is regal,
I know that you'll approach me with respect,
And defect fame's every defect,
These days I don't feel too bless,
Hermit in the crib shoes up on my new desk,
Disrespect my future always wanted solitude,
Thought that I could prove here,
Honestly I'll follow through,
I just need a few years,
Swallow what they put you through only viewed the crews fear,
Doubted like the blue skies British summer time got me fucked up, Nothing but tough luck pride of another's touch,
Buckle up you got more to write,
Whilst you're feeling pretty dormant right,
What's important is their calling for the author like,
TOK. :
Yo yo lazy where you at man
LAZY EYEZ :
I been pretty slack damn I need a little time
TOK. :
But brother what's on your mind there's people crowding round all waiting for the rhymes
LAZY EYEZ :
Shit guess it's not a crime if I ain't feeling it, dropped a couple tracks now they won't leave me be seeking a deeper pit
TOK. :
Need some relief from it?
LAZY EYEZ :
Sure but my dream's in this
TOK. :
That won't matter when you're forced to not believe in it from spending every evening in the depths of something meaningless
LAZY EYEZ :
I mean it's not my reason it's my peace I seek a peace of it but I don't wanna speak when they're all teething on my preachers gift
TOGETHER :
But through these weaknesses we persist
HOOK :
Artist life like write when you’re not feeling,
Hard to spark hard times when the plot thickens,
Can’t speak in jotted rhymes when you’re hurting, shit,
But through these weaknesses we persist,
TOK. :
I place my heart in the these bars and the ink bleeds all,
Deeds Previously inconceivable,
I sink my teeth into these deep roots til trees fall,
But still Demons call and insist that I should Leave it all,
No space to think and no space to Breathe at all,
No space to breathe at all,
Fuck that, I'm running on this rough track,
Til muds black and burnt with the feelings of this rugrat,
Provoked commentary quotes are involuntary,
Tryna stay afloat and cope with the life I buried,
Open envelopes for the notes that my right mind sent,
When I am woke from the doze of a night time spending,
Weeks drifting through the vividest of dreams,
Ripping at the seems,
Everything is slipping it's serene,
My schemes peel and they're flicking through the movie reel,
But it's what I need to depict the images in these scenes,
That's why I can't work to deadlines,
Form thoughts with force and I'm only left with dead rhymes,
It's No biggie when it comes to me I'm dead right,
I see myself more than others through this red sight,
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7. |
WINTER'S HELL
02:52
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TOK. :
When the sun comes out,
No guns come out,
I ain't fronting now,
With a thugged out style,
I'm just laid back,
Take a glass and raise that,
Celebrating days of sun rays where my shades at,
Stay slack, still grazing for a pay stack,
Waiting for a way to upgrade with no bait bags,
But if the days glad I'm chilling at my mates pad,
Fading to a daze still refraining from the 8ths grab,
Not content with the nonsense of bong cent,
I'm stronger when I contest these concepts with long breaths,
Exhale, and peacefully set sail,
Yearning for a journey with my brothers for the next tale,
That we can tell. Shouting timber cuz our worries fell,
And knelt to the shimmer of a winners belt,
In summer ideas simmer in the wishing well,
Its bliss living in this spell cuz The winter's hell,
HOOK :
Shouting timber cuz our worries fell,
And knelt to the shimmer of a winners belt,
ideas simmer in the wishing well,
Its bliss living in this spell cuz The winter's hell,
LAZY EYEZ :
Stay chilling in the sun,
No villain in my soul,
Roll this and hit me up,
Coal brother number two,
Hunting bucks with the crew trust my luck,
Just another sunny day with nothing to do,
Fuck the payslip,
Muddle with the tunes rugged mood everyday shit,
Loving the blues 'cause I turned it into great scripts,
Discovered what we make then we made it basic,
There's something in the way that we creat this,
Flavour of the oh shit saviours of the coast,
Flip melodies to boast piff lemon need to stop MSG addict,
Sick rabbit ill from bunning pupil too skilled to get smothered by the bad weather,
Another chemistry we have measured,
Spit therapy to rap embers,
Split melons if they half stepping,
So quit telling me you're 'bout repping,
Your cloud dwelling bout to drown in the rays of the sun,
They succumb to the page where the stakes will be hung,
Don't take it as fake friend face the front,
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8. |
S.K.A.T.E.
03:03
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LAZY EYEZ :
I'm still suprising you like first try tre flips,
Burn my status and earnt my stages,
Concern my wages I'm still on the grind,
Still duck from the 5-0 billing the limes sinister times,
Though these cops might front crooked,
Blunt took it to the dome like a 5-panel,
We been cooking it at home on the side mantle,
So don't look it you ain't viewing it from my angle,
Backside board chilling it at high standards,
Keep my rhymes fast lane cruising in manual,
Past these annual releases,
Dropped more tunes in a week than you did in three seasons,
Military scheming my frontside never slips,
Enough time flipping scripts just to reminisce,
Heavens gift won't hesitate to pop off,
Let me sit and spit written shit till I'm off home,
HOOK :
Push the greats never think twice,
Lose faith and you’re skating on thin ice,
So this time keep grinding the rails,
Seek dimes and you bailed, these lines never fail,
TOK. :
Let me switch it back,
The far from regular guy that’s never goofy when he’s spitting a track,
I stay fresh like a tic tac, so never lose momentum with the sentence as I script facts,
Flip that chit chat, I’m space walking through the riff raff,
Got you in a big spin then it skips like a disk scratch,
Forever gripped to the track no slip mat,
You better listen when we tell you sit back sit back,
Readying my thoughts, steadying my board, stepping to applause, spelling letters just to settle the score,
But in times recently I aint been hitting E or takings L’s,
I stay winning even though that bait shit sells,
I put my best foot forward, no mongo,
Even though these tests keep pushing I’m strong bro,
I’ll ride with the beat and die with my team,
And write what I seek ‘til I find my release,
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9. |
COMPLEXLY LETHARGIC
02:20
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LAZY EYEZ :
So fuck that 1 bun 2 bun 3 bun shit,
Watching re-runs of that same old week old script,
Man I don't need that piff and wax concentrate,
When I'm smoking on the packs I can't concen - wait,
Same rhyme same flow same time in a whole,
Brain fried name 'lazy eyez' pressed in a mold,
Stressed lethargic bro I never left to pass it,
Bless my luck though my young brains like elastic,
To snap back reality in a napsack,
Mixed with a sack of some cannabis sampled Afghan and that's that,
Another passed out night didn't rap that tight,
Just strapped up and lighted,
Battling my eyelids my passive pupils iris,
Drunken stupour whilst my passion's getting sidelined,
So I'm high when I don't wanna work,
When I don't wanna dream when my hope's in the dirt,
HOOK :
We don’t bun it, we just pass it ‘cause Pupils of the Clock so complexly lethargic,
We don’t bun it, we just pass it ‘cause Pupils of the Clock so complexly lethargic,
We don’t bun it, we just pass it ‘cause Pupils of the Clock so complexly lethargic,
We don’t bun it, we just pass it ‘cause Pupils of the Clock so complexly lethargic,
TOK. :
Nowadays if I blaze i get heartburn,
And spin out secretly it would seem I just can’t learn,
The weed aint for me it creeps to it’s greatest peak,
But by then I’m too deep, with a blatant weeze,
these two weak gakked lungs couldn’t take the heat,
asthma attacks will impede any fake relief,
I’d take breathing over smoking, any day,
and keep believing that i’m coping anyway,
Coz with this sober mind life’s like an open mic,
I’ve set the stage in present day and I control the lights,
So hold tight while this breath of fresh air,
circulates your tomb from my little desk chair,
In this next year we’ll make impressions with no zest near,
no smoke and mirrors in our sets coz we’re best clear,
Clean people never feeble as we test fear,
Getting heard, we aint falling on deaf ears,
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10. |
PLANET'S DUST
04:42
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LAZY EYEZ :
Fuck it I don't wanna complain bun up again,
Stop bugging like nothing has changed loving the rain,
Straight thugging street hustle for change,
Cuss the Ye like bring back my brother for days,
Fucking insane how you'd take that fake chaps get no love,
Popo told to hold those drugs and get thrown up,
Corrupt no fm raid the house to press them,
Depressed stressed acted the best like the west end,
My chest flex to hold it rest act like all bless,
Not all bless my boy's behind the law's halls can't talk less,
See him on the beat more thoughts caught in the vortex,
Form storms and walk forth forming a fourth head,
Cause your pores to ignore water like gore-tex,
Poor author paused his war mourning the Corn ends what more then,
Force ahead seems awkward and called hate,
Governments a ball ache I'm crawling making more love,
Worlds pour out of me like fountains in a drowning sea,
Your doubting ain't clouding the proud amount we about to seek,
No boundaries my sound relieves the rowdiest of squared up,
Brayers tough looking for a fair game of where's love,
Stay scared and wear what they give to you,
Rep their image of their supreme being pay for their revenues,
Say that you're pressing true but stressing over petit moves,
Like who's dude's hoodie looks better when the weather's blue,
Crescent moon you're all incomplete,
Sinking deeper in depression whilst you're thinking what he thinks of me,
Missed the beat stay dreaming of the living fees,
Mister clean thinks it's good 'cause it isn't cheap,
Drifting free whilst you're posting it on Instagram,
Vision of this modern day hippy in his hipster van,
Listen man nothing social about their written plan,
To disengage the rhythm of the system sitting in your hand,
HOOK :
When we’ve got nothing left to say,
That’s the point that we’ll call it a day,
If we don’t stand tough even when the lands rough there’ll be nothing but a smudge of hope left on our planet's dust,
TOK. :
This universe seems rehearsed to me,
It's spitting writtens when it said that it would verse a free,
Souls stolen through holes grown open,
Controls potent to those who appose motion,
The deceit runs deeper than the ocean,
Designed to keep us seated in a system that is broken,
Conceited elitist treating your lives as tokens,
Gambling chips to throw. The casino's open,
United we stand, while they demand quotients,
We aren't divisible it is the simplest of notions,
Municipal rituals killing spirit with a potion,
That's Force fed to littlens through principals we show them,
We need to teach em the skills to get through every day,
Not put empaphis or pressure on whether they're getting paid,
Do this and do that to get there and buy that,
I'd love to say that money don't expand your life span,
But it does. Organic products in the shop are one price above,
Foods sprayed with pesticides so they stay plush,
Then filled with MSG so you don't think you ate enough,
And the research is faked so you don't know what it does,
To get a home is a miracle so I'm seeing doves,
But I can promise that you aren't defined by stuff,
I'll be damn honest you only have One life to love,
Individuality belittled by the trickling of fake knowledge,
That starts at school But takes hold as they approach college,
For the people around me it seems too late,
My generation appear to be in a fugue state,
Slipping from person to person,
Confused by the many identities they're rehearsing,
Living by the morals that they've been taught,
Distinguishing themselves based hollow looks that can be bought
From any store,
This seasons style is think less buy more,
With great power comes great corruption,
Putting the price of a life down for the sake of mass production,
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11. |
SAMURAI WRITERS
02:45
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LAZY EYEZ :
Pretty loose kiddy but the bars tight,
Looking like a right hook glassed in a bar fight,
Carved my lethargic past passing by pharcyde,
That's a far sight futuristic half life,
Choose your cards right masked up come and ride with me,
Don't talk loud 'cause my sound runs violently,
So no silencer this gun play wiling,
S-dub state of mind pissed up freestyling,
Licked blunt quick timing fist clenched say something,
They made nothing bitch fame face hugging,
Switch blade placed under your chin mumble your rap,
Give a fuck if it ain't saving the wins fumbling facts,
I ain't bluffing when I'm aiming my piece shoot to the sky,
Still scuffing up my reasons to breath move it aside,
You been choosing to die losing my mind,
We're improving what we do when we write fused in the fight,
HOOK:
Swordsmen pen weilding,
Testing any MC who's not invested in the bettering scene,
Authored twelve legion,
So it's destined to be POTC pressing for the reason of dreams,
Samurai Writers,
Brothers enlightened not to fight them but to write the schemes,
Pacified violence lie silent only time will see,
We don't fight them we ignite the beat and put the fight in each and every armed rhyme we speak,
TOK. :
I arm myself the pen the deadliest weapon of men,
venting my stress as I invest in every press of the end,
Settling bets in a sense, cuz I ain't messing with lead,
The ink embellishes my sentences in record events,
Not prevented by the pressures of the present tense,
Injesting severence through bettering these letters strength,
The stencil set are left in pencil I'm forgetting trends,
And pressing presedence for evidence of heavens send,
Where's the decadence in messing with a second guess,
I question everything for lessons from this blessed test,
That's why the quill be my weapon of choice,
It held the skill to press a pill from all this chemical noise,
So let's rejoice in the thrill of possessing a voice,
And not be poisoning the ointment with these feculant ploys,
We deal in resonance, and celebrate this spread of elements,
The truth is detrimental to enemies of this regiment,
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12. |
D.M.T.
04:50
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TOK. :
Man I just love music,
That’s why I hate the fact that they abuse it,
And use to make you buy into their fake solutions,
They’re praying that I’ll break but I won’t,
I don’t dilute my views for the sake of any greater movement
Unless it’s positive,
But the ‘they’ that I speak of only deal in the opposite,
But opposites attract so the anonymous optimist is back to follow promises of offering the facts,
Sorry, I should say relevant views ‘cause I’ve said this to you, a fact is just a relative truth,
I repent with benevolence and step in the booth,
My penance is due in the messages these letters ensue,
‘Cause i could die tomorrow,
So why should I reside in sorrow,
Pupil of the clock learned the worth of the time I’ve borrowed,
We’re all connected through definitive mortality but infinite in intricate wisdoms that we give clarity,
This divine design isn’t mine,
We’re all points on a line conjoined by the ointment time,
Try avoiding the signs but I think what you’ll find is we’re all intertwined in spirit in mind,
HOOK :
DMT, dead men tomorrow, headlining your own show with no set to follow,
DMT, never know where your life with lead, live your dreams don’t be going out silently,
DMT, never know when your death will come, love your brothers ‘cause this world wasn’t meant for some,
We’re all equal in this spinning rock that’s spent and borrowed, live life like your last, could be dead men
tomorrow,
LAZY EYEZ :
I'm still loving that I'm writing hate,
Ill brother with the timeless fade but I could die today,
And who signs my grave I pray I go out singing,
Old rhymes to the vision hope signed my decision in this complex,
Discovered what was written smitten in it's context like I don't,
Speak for myself Pupils for the children,
Seek love and health I'll prove innocently who wins,
Our synergy is too thick willing to be different not knowing if the crew fits,
Like who's this thinking they be stearing off our cruise ship,
Fearing what is new sooth sayers of this huge trip,
When my eyes too lazy to open,
Remind that my lines still wait to be quoted,
Force of the mind keep the name of me flowing,
No plausible crime should refrain me from knowing that my statements on life maintain,
Though the show must end most robust friend,
Will they know us then kick shows trust them,
That they'll sing about us ring around me with this sickened outlook,
Quickly doubting my disfiguring of inner outcomes,
Listening to thickened distance between this and Malcolm,
Wish printing distinction will indict their crowning,
'Cause citizens will sing of kings like it's their mission to follow,
Live life like my last could be dead men tomorrow,
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Pupils of the Clock Bristol, UK
Pupils of the Clock have been playing an abundance of live shows around the UK since Timeless, and both Lazy and Tok have solo projects in the works set to drop early 2019. Their live show is undeniably something special and with their increased studio intellect they are set up for a bright future. ... more
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