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D​é​calage EP

by Collar John

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Only man to figure to feed his innards with the gamma rays Forcibly pulling you into orbit Closer and close fools gold golden coast hit the gates holding ghosts back from the broken cold and culted Standing on the shoulders of those who fell before him Soles paint raked with the four days orange face A tank and a mask put the fumes to his craft snort the fire Fan the flames until the whole block scorch a new attire Lack a brain, I'm clicking shoes to wake up Timeline hole head why I'm lie facing up Side of me that's rarely ever seen I'm down on my luck Right mind turned crown Now I'm left in the rut, what El grupo with the MTS expression Counterfeit rest direction button pressing stepping through a fallen heaven Seven races occupy the skies Add an E when T6X rolls by E K resides You'll find my eyesight Only man to slice his innards hari-kari style Steam coursing blood, toss vomit flipped to phonics vile Hoax & Hoaxier spirits rush the coast for those who believe the most Pick a host and then anchor in low I’d raise the bar but reception been dissolved Pick calls up but the fire burned the fall, now the leaves burning Need the levee to break, Just to feel assurance Been sheltered, been scarred, but now I keep learning x2 This the end to the simulation If you stumbled upon this I'll extend congratulations You found the easter egg inside the matrix This hacker the knew code cause creation, he's the one made it Multi faceted, happenstance was the casket slip Nazareth, city split home to the embattled kid Lord swore escape the clay hut that he's been trapping in Paddling down river styx burn the water he be lapping in Cripple shivin' fake leg in octagons hear the bell rung In this world of grieving living in groups of one ButI ain't got a shelf to put the placard on Its feast or beg when your face to the gun Chose none, click my thoughts to splatter son Paint the wall, decipher lines of punch, patterns and the little puns Find caverns, lining zeros and ones Hoping the sun exists when your back is turned External drive stacked rack that World chip in your neck 4th degree digital burn I’d raise the bar but reception been dissolved Pick calls up but the fire burned the fall, now the leaves burning - Need the leevee to break, Just to feel assurance Been sheltered, been scarred, but now I keep learning x2 So let it burn, let earth combust, I'll be a fan of the flames Let hate propagate, throw in propane Toss the towel, cross boundaries tell your neighbor your name Sold your soul and art in a second for an ounce of some fame Neighborhood divided, households colliding, races uprising See if you can confide in some common grounds, It's common now to plow ahead, head down, and mouth shut Emotionless robot tone, pupils contract, take your pills to the gut Exert, consume, repeat, bow to the throne Get a buk, spend every week tryna land on your feet Fashion of the month is self deprecation Stuck in a funk, analogous to the cage Life a play, and you can bet your wage that the stage gon drop Face it, the altercation is whether you can alter the space ship Can you look at the flames, shake heat, smile and take it There's no answers, no reason, the world's weird and fucked Realize that, burn the earth, let the fire spark the blunt
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Visions 02:11
Thirty seconds left before the calico wall Living with a sickness pink matter burned with a cattle prod Call it living with fault, or call it quaked to the head Walk along OB cliffs, end up falling inside the lead Tall order getting head detached from back to the shore Veil was pulled slept bull packed brim skulls Saw the corner bones lacked story I was never told talked id plucked the ego grabbed a plug neck wrapped cord Not for the doors that are equipped to your whip For the kids looking at light through duality slits Dunes sippin a fifth plastic with visions of gigs Future trippin spittin three licks on a plastered beach bus bench "Do what you do and I'll do the rest" Collar spoke gilled His head rubber spoked ill like the island rode wheel Core feel there was more to be had more than a fad Music was the figure finally channeled void by bum & a pad Visions in my head Tiptoeing through my teeth Breath out left bed born from sleep X-file bred Test tube child fed x2 Coming from the other side where buk shots ill, caps got peeled, where shit got real Or so I'm feeling Is this physical or dreaming Blood streaming rowing down DMT-land Back in a body forced to breathe in Wheeling, stuck in a circle of meek men I'm Dealing, plucking at strings fed over head I'm the reelist cuttin film to wind wire into a cypher bleedin through minds lightning find the blood rushing down your spine And breathe out Did I learn my lesson, am I gonna leave now Will I purge the blessing Am I here or filed senile Is the word confession Is the world too slept in to deserve progression Winds Ripping doors Delorean Floating through flux stuck Verbs foreign Language washed and rinsed Four dimensions in a kitchen Paper fix the diction Realities turn to fiction listen to hallucinations call em visions Visions in my head Tiptoeing through my teeth Breath out left bed born from sleep X file bred Test tube child fed
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Décalage 03:26
Hard mix with the soft kicks Miss the mold never taught this Comfort level molten tar pit Bit strings harm wrists harped a lost art form decomposed carcasses Farm arts never found spinning around black holes Shot down make the spirits feel at home Flow tap pad dome tapped raps from a catnap Lap catacombs in my head where the ghosts at Recycled matter, no original thought Continuous no stop no drop Drip drops rainin cloud conch cut off top rig alarm sound horn Energy close cocked loaded flippin gold Only bend bars pyramid pop thoughts Mandibles spit chalk crush bits to bita 'Ol English lock jaw Bud Bites bitter Pens write quicker but mines span time cause light life fight the words John talks Welcome to the melting pot Line aux with the fire water Pop off time locks floating through mind space with a collar on Unchanged same brain day one Decalage Day one wrote this epilogue Envisioned from the false start Pop off line locks floating throughout time space with a collar on Unchanged same brain day one Decalage Thank sheets for seeing through smog beams Team under hood lookin at the wrong thing You either first or you right Last never write their own history Sideline trippin me Realistically never have I seen but I've gleamed an existence Beamed through the vivid peep hole vision all fours crawling through portal livin Day by day roundin out drowning to my own rhythm What they don't want you to know won't be told to you Head rest lay the bed where the signal best bled Earth ponder what next Whats life after death, Im lookin at before breath Mind existed in a prism Pre birth Stage bred before mission given Been that kid present trippin til time pops Staring corners till line drops Late night trippin tell me when you really feel me Welcome to the melting pot Line aux with the fire water Pop off time locks floating through mind space with a collar on Unchanged same brain day one Decalage Day one wrote the epilogue Envisioned from the false start Pop off line locks floating through time space with a collar on Unchanged same brain day one Decalage Best believe something unseen Haunting lines come from the peaks Sounds divine head hunting no comfort from this speech This beat deceased feast on this leak Everything you seen every being is coming from a single beam Best believe something unseen Haunting lines comein from peaks Sounds divine head hunting no comfort in this speech This beat deceased feast on this leak Everything you seen every being is coming from a single beam And to yall that’s alarming Melting inside this globe hot Pumped out with the laced aux Pop off time locks floating through mind space with a collar on Unchanged same brain day one Decalage Day one wrote the epilogue Envisioned from the false start Pop off line locks floating through time space with a collar on Unchanged same brain day one Unchanged same brain day one Unchanged same brain day one Decalage Unchanged same brain day one Unchanged same brain day one Unchanged same brain day one Unchanged same brain day one Decalage Decalage

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Décalage EP by Collar John
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released June 9, 2017

Lyrics & production by Collar John
Mix & mastering by Doni
Composed at Adobe House Records
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