Décalage EP

by Collar John

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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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Collar John Tucson, Arizona

Adobe House Records.
"I produce and I rap too."
Existence through indelible words and transcendental sounds.

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Track Name: Whole Block on Fire
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
Track Name: Visions
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
Track Name: Décalage
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