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Crescent Moon:
it's been a long time since I felt this way
when we used to relate and I gave it a name
couldn't keep it contained--broke through the chains
ran free on the plains but a promise remained
oh how I wanted to change
transform to a thunderstorm
i wanted to rain down upon my people
it ain't legal to feed the evil side of your feeble pride
jealousy runs deep the ocean runs wide awake
I try to take it a step at a time
drew the blueprint and left it behind
opened my arms and accepted its mine
only regrets that I have is that I kept it confined
it sat at my table as I wept in my wine
it fell from the sky I didn't catch it in time
it landed on my plate with the edges defined
it crept in my eye showed me its negative side
it's a repetitive ride down the same old lie
and if I let it inside I'll never see it again
so why should we pretend to not notice
lost focus situation got hopeless
but I ain't callin' it quits in fact I ain't callin it shit
just wasn't prepared to fall in a pit
I'm just a wall in a brick a sky in a cloud
in a cauldron abyss just flyin around
riding the clouds rhyming aloud flyin around in this cauldron abyss
just trying to drown which reminds me of how I'm just flyin around in
this cauldron abyss

Nomi:
imagine this a young man sits
dazed and confused lost in the mist
observe the word play on a stage
where simpletons become grand marshalls of parades.
learning and yearning trying to get a chance
power is getting a whole crowd to dance
saying to himself one day I'll be that man
boxes of rhyme books are like grains of sand.
in the hour glass walking past passion avenue
dropping of what I thought to be visions and clues.
blues became reds now the pain is dead
blood drips from the head where the bullet now rests
this is a excerpt of the texture
rapper read a book trying to make the world better
but the fame and to tame the rain would never go way
ask the tapes and crates that pray to be played
never collect dust or be in bargain bins
music extends my existence
I've gone from "fuck the man" to "what's up man"
battle wack MCs to I'm a soldier man.
the world still spins the same as it did
you can ask my mom she'll say I went with the wind
hum these songs whistle the hooks
I won't leave you now even if I could

Crescent Moon and Advizer:
you can hold it close and never really own its soul
you can overdose and never really feel it
comatose go for broke uncertain where the road'll go
the totem pole's a symbol of how high you really hold your hopes
tried to get a grip it slipped between your finger tips
take another sip and tell me what you think of it
nothin nada nil chill let the water spill
I bought a pill to rid me of the evil thoughts I oughta kill
still the clock is tickin--you recognize the ambience
apocalyptic like god stopped the body rock
talk is useless when you speak to thankless souls
my to do list wraps around me as a blanket when it’s cold
long road burnin--more calories n’ kerosene
keepin em busy critiquing modernity for therapy
keepin days full--actin stable n’ tranquil
n’ keepin staples--at 45 degree angles
we thank you for not breeding
thank you for not feeding the youth--with the same tripe that you’ve
been eating
we been keepin the beat n’ writin to it
but if I devoted my life to music, well I might lose it
and day by day I lie awake and try to make a final take
and try to break a record while the vinyl plays
tidal waves crashin on my itty bitty passions in many fashions
give me lashes while I'm trapped inside my cage
I use the ink as food and drink they help me live and do my thing
I cross the bridge cross the brink it causes thoughts and moods to swing
it's hard to read your mind when the lines are redefined
without a reason why you'll reach the sky with what you keep inside
we reminisce in endlessness memories are sensitive
primitive emotions are released through the penmanship
we reminisce in endlessness memories are sensitive
primitive emotions are released through the penmanship

Advizer:
back in the days I knew rap would never die
I used to listen to STAGE ONE on KFAI
I used to see all types of wack groups
before battling crews I wrote raps in my room
now I’m enterin my 20s born in the 80s
child of the 90s somebody save me
wastin the best years of my life--
squeezin out the tears to fill the bongwater in someone else’s pipe
it’s like, the future’s a temptress and I barely know her
my childhood was spent mostly tryin to get older
n’ if you were to ask me how--I’m doin right now
I’d tell you to come back later, I’m busy doin homework
man y’all just don’t know when to quit
y’all are actin as if ya don’t remember ya first kiss
and I’m still too young to reminisce
but I trip cuz my ex-girlfriends have kids
I meant to give em everything well, at least advice
and the knowledge of how to multiply a negative twice
cuz the best things in life have a price
the only free thing is the choice I never said would be nice
it’s a quarter life crisis tortured by my vices
record it and consign it to fortify the lifeless
sorta like the time when you asked me for help
wait I was thinkin of someone else