Monday, September 25, 2017

just...(prod. by klinging swordz)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by klinging swordz


space itself
spreads its arms
kept
the stars are cradled well
you’re straight
like ‘l’
lower case
with me
you know you safe as hell
even though
it seems i’m cold at times
just shine
you’ll make me melt
be calm
quit trying to find
something wrong
when my embrace is felt
don’t concern yourself
with harming me
just sink
and save YOURSELF
even if i WAS to scar
that’s peace
i’d long to take that L
in the event that i’m sleeping
when you call
i awake from hell

ecstatic

happier than laughing
watching dave chappelle

you underestimate
the power you have over me
how often i’m alone with peace
because i never won’t be reached

it keeps my dome at ease
knowing for certain
you have a securely frozen
permanently open
wormhole to speak
making me sever that connection’s
wack to me

but still
i seppuku’d myself
and reattached the sheath
somehow
you found a way
for you to clash with grief
‘cause i have the audacity
to love you from mad capacities

i won’t apologize
for the way
my heart blasts from me
and you get wrapped up
in its arms
as they grab and squeeze

that’s just me
tentacles
both in and out the sea
this is just what love is like
above the heights of alchemy

you have all the power
if you feel
that this has got to stop
i don’t know
how to turn it off
and there’s no volume knob


vampire by mistake
i apologize
i’ll learn to starve
if draining you’s
the only way that i’ll survive
if you said
“we don’t got no vibes”

i’d say
“i’m not surprised”

‘cause dark and light
don’t look at all alike
side by side

don’t go outside and hide
go within
dive inside
fuck shaking him
shake the etch ’n sketch
erase the lines of time
don’t bury yourself
under the pain
while you die inside
fight and rise
stay on top
like hakeem olajuwon

i’m not a hero
i’m just skillful
shaking pompoms
you’re doing all the work
i’m just chilling on the sidelines

i’m just encouragement

love and nourishment
you’re the one behind
the elaborate custom workmanship
i create an atmosphere
that magnifies assertiveness
and provides environments
to satisfy resurgences
but you’re the one responsible
for any progress you make
‘cause you’re the one
who’s got to move
to energize the steps you take
all the time
you spend inside
criticizing everything
you could use your inner eye
to visualize much better things
fuck all of those without
who wish to start your funeral
the flux of your soul abounds
what’s within is far more beautiful
you’re incredible
the most pleasant light
i ever knew

i’m mad grateful
i was able to connect with you
i wish i knew a way
to persuade you to accept your truth
but in that
i’m powerless
so that’s a challenge
that is left with you
it’s hard for me to fathom
how even ravaged by pain

your aura is comprised
of such spectacular flames
in the end
there’s only one thing
i have left to say…







Friday, September 1, 2017

atomicbladework(prod. by chief bob)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

golden swords

stranded


prod. by chief bob



 verse 1: (golden swords)

shaolin disciple and stranded
intertwine into one blade
two elements of emceeing
combined into one sword
razor sharp lyrical force
will crack the earth’s crust
and throw the globe off course
chopping off heads of commercial emcees
their soul stuck in between heaven and hell
trapped in between good and evil
forever lost
hip hop is my religion
pray to the culture
that been crucified on a cross
spit darts through your blood vessels
through my rhyming style
you can see
their commercial style of rap music
outlined in chalk

poetry split your face open
like moses' staff
suplex metaphors on paper
and break the blue lines in half
swing iron daggers
regurgitate ill vocabulary
represent the true emceeing craft
wake up the hidden eye
poetical katana blades
left your inner mind with a righteous gash
most cats flow for green cash
so i feed your mind state
with verbal vegetables
spit poems thru your cerebal cortex
bathe your mind state in knowledge
like a bath
lyrically hard headed like a rams mentality
on an infinite writing quest
that’s a never ending task
deadly rhymes trapped inside my minds iris
kicking poetry thru the mic cord
like a 9 months old fetus
in a pregnant woman’s stomach
gave birth to an ill verse
when i form an alliance
wrote scrolls
paint pictures of the commercial world
so you can see the diabolic science

the power
from the lyrical
and poetical ink brush
will shatter
your physical alignment into dust
the sky talker
elevate from the earth’s crust
spit poems
lyrically diving into the clouds
regurgitate underground lyrics
busting out of a worm’s hole
write five fingers of death
the kid with the golden touch
the shinobi microphone holder
split your frame open
like cigar paper
stuff elevated thoughts
inside of the ink tube
like marijuana inside of a dutch
spit darts
leave holes in the mic
like 9 iron ring broad sword
skills is heavy
through the process of the verse
you get your frame crushed

shine bright
spit daggers the color of the sun
the element of fire
burn down your weak kingdom
spit poison
like a ninja blow gun

emcees be changing faces
for fame
like jet li’s profile in ‘war’
iron ink spill through the paper
thoughts pour
poetry is priceless
like golden horses that they kill for
poems from the manual
swing deadly
like blood rain sword
through the instrumental
thoughts run like leopard claws
slice through emcees
now i got this game locked
like pit bull jaws
snakes slither on the floor
spit verbal bullets
through your mentality
blow the hinges off your mental doors
let the golden swords saga begin
grab microphones
blowing up shit like c4


verse 2: (stranded)

fuck you looking at me for
put your eyes away

before you zoom in
on all kinds of blades
anthropomorphic
blind
katana rain
walking cloud
horizontal pain
your blood responds
by erupting
but matrix dodges
so as not to touch me

its flight cut short
like

joshua guthrie’s
there’s so much more
than what the eyes can just see

go further inside it
trust me

i’m on some ‘one’ is always +3
but the bridge is not exactly complete
it’s up to you
to make the viaducts link

complete the puzzle
rubick’s q*bert pyramid
my imagination reconstructs you
can you discern confusing words
when i speak in jumbles
on occasion
i conjure flames
on a leaf that crumbles
amaterasu
colossal kaiju beasts
arrive and leave
in light pleated bubbles
exotic alchemy
i’m a cloud
from an egregious jungle
a dark figure
made of sound
towering above you
and despite my hatred
i am peace
when i don’t even love you

i don’t approach bullshit
that’s like shooting ghosts
with full clips
a satellite is stupid
if it roams that orbit

foolish human race
don’t ruminate
such basic mind sets
your non-death
is an unappreciated concept

i spend nights streamed
awake inside of dreams
that ain’t my rem

the japanese tell stories
about the way that i rest

legend has it
that my origins
have evaded context[echoes out for a bar]


few consider the roots
while many pick fruit
in their self-proclaimed
superior variation
of an insignificant skin suit
no clue what lies within themselves
while trying to tell you
what exists within you
makes me want to bum
one of nathan summer’s guns
to pistol whip you
distort the coordinates of your face

concaving space
then calmly walk away
with blood dripping from a wormhole

wandering bewilderment
off on a shadowalking pilgrimage
lost inside my mind’s cosmic wilderness
lone explorer

you can see
but cannot hold an aura
that don’t belong to you
this holds true
for even glow absorbers
parasites
flames
can be extinguished
but not sustained
their energy will fizzle
‘cause your signature
is not the same
one’s essence is a sensitive quilt
it’s from within that it’s built
so it’s only natural
it’ll lose integrity
if it is peeled
there is no more contemptible filth
than those
who would deliberately
cause petals to wilt
and not be fettered with guilt
you should be fed a sword
from its tip to its hilt
that spins like a drill
in super slow motion
until you are killed






Tuesday, August 1, 2017

yagamidark(prod. by aloeight)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

stranded
eligh (don't have his lyrics)


prod. by aloeight



light descends
over obscure
cognitive tombstones
graveyards
blotted with doomed souls
completely oblivious
to the pen
that digs their new homes
just a sentence
could put an end
to their bloom
prone

entire root structures
decay and collapse
crumble
riding lightning
as thunder rumbles
fading to black

the sun moves
its planets tumble
trailing in back

relativity

we will eventually crash
but by then
we will have come and gone
millenniums past
but perhaps
we will have developed technology
able to stop the end
and prevent the orbit
from falling into its grasp

who knows
possibility is infinity
two fold
many are lost
ignorant
as they walk
where truth roams
so used to what’s false
they contribute frost
to what’s already too cold
they need to alter the phase
dig into the hearts of their brains
blossom
unravel
as they walk
in shadows
cast by thoughts
when they’re flames

for
contemplation
will catapult you to things
spooky action at a distance
sparks
stars apart
can establish ignition
substantially divert a path
in an instant
some destinations are reached
despite the traveler’s intention
sometimes all it takes
is a lepidopteran wing flap intervention
and the waves of a tsunami
crash in the distance

chain reactions
the subtle ways
of magic’s existence

hiding right behind the pursuit
so no matter where it looks
it’s not in its view
camouflaged
by the tracker’s cognitive loop
inattentional blindness ensues
it goes unnoticed
like donkey lips
on fox
2002
he died
because jessica alba’s so cute
an ‘x’
a ‘5’
a ‘4’
a ‘5’
and a ‘2’
one of the most remarkable specimens
the manticore project produced

much like eyes only
i only have eyes for the truth

an observer
the world in which i wander
is huge
a single chamber
in a honeycomb the size of our moon


which means
if you made a chart
you’d still see the entire pie
if my slice was removed
you become more narrow
the wider your view
perspective
is an explosion
that results in a vestige
an rogue interloper
that renders what’s shown ineffective
an omnivoyant approach
will always broach misconceptions
that subdue hidden jewels
that would bestow you with lessons





Sunday, July 16, 2017

shadowphysics(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by 7th galaxy


furya
silver corneas
photonic formulas
a creature of the dark
ignites
soft light euphoria
eyes gently glow
calm energy
splashing out of them
suspended above a forest
abrupt obscurity
shrouding him
exoskeleton
his vessel enveloped
in a cloud of limbs
he unusually flies
moving through the sky
like an owl swims
armed with a scowl grin
he gazes at the land below
creating chronomantic holes
for any who abandon growth
ending their time
with a carefully contrived
pedantic blow
transfixed
by the disorienting trails
of a clock’s hands that slow
flux capacitor
patched
with a sequestrian manifold
march on the universe
with an army
built in the phantom zone
strange
psychotic
vast
anachronistic
lunar life form
skywalker blood
nightborn
dim
muted lightstorm
i glitch amidst the stars
flicker against the ocean floor
defiladed consciousness
my software isn’t open-source
a roaming shadow
a ronin
walking with a broken sword
or does it just have
partial invisibility cloaking on
you defend
according to
where you think
the end of the sword is
and therefore
get stabbed
when you’re certain
that it’s a sure miss
i am shadow
a member
of a rare species of outworlders
hailing from an amaterasu
noctilucent cloud forest
my jagan fuming
an aura of violet
blooming
profound currents
the more i exude it
the more the light illuming
is malnourished
the embers consumed
extinguished
through the use
of umbral manipulation
dark defiant druidry
triangulated initiation

the sky vivids
beneath the weight
of the implications
the change in momentum created
by a silent eclipse instated
only time will tell
if what i’ve unveiled
is divination
i hope when i reach the future
i’m able to find
my vision sated

and if not
may i be blinded
i don’t want to see my world
unfurl
with hollow space inside it
what matters most
devoured
by a swirl
that permeates my eyelids
a void
absorbing what’s in my heart
like langoliers
working hard
to erase what drives it

completely unrelated
a torch unhides
a portal
that contains a door
through time
that travels to
before our marrow was formed
by what allowed us
to soar through the sky
foraging wide
prepared to swallow
any prey we could afford
with our eyes
but
atrophied
they collapsed
to be absorbed
by our spines
perhaps
to be reactivated
fastforward in time

humans are so stupid
lying dormant inside
the solution is evolution
you must transform
if you want to fly






Wednesday, July 12, 2017

dimethyltriptomars(prod. by anübis dōhji)

written and performed by sea/swordz (pronounced:  sea of swordz)

prod. by anübis dōhji


 a severed hand
holding a man
as a triangular
hyperspace expanse
makes his head expand

an animated skeleton
coming out of a gap
in one dimension
from another
underground
all relaxed
as if it's done
more inter-dimensional travel
than quinn mallory has
a pink sky
with one cloud
at its back
face like a terminator
without its mask
glowering
perhaps
at some sort of
advanced technological hourglass

could this object
found in its grasp
be responsible
for some ominous
hour to pass
where are the rest
of the tentacles
that that invisible octopus has

is that woman's head
in a trophy case
appearing as if
it is in the midst
of a lycanthropic change
is it in some sort of fluid
if this picture was moving
would we be watching
it float away
i see a lot of smoke
no flames

are we seeing
the unidentified flying 'o'
arrive
or go away

and why are those buildings
seemingly weightless
in pieces
separated
is that how they were designed
or is there
an invisibility device
that they are strategically
being erased with

what is the significance
of the triangle
missing in the table
being penetrated
by one of the mysterious
cephalopodic appendages

is that rabbit in a hat
slash
semi-spherical ball
a magician's trick

is it all an illusion
being viewed
from the perspective
of where the audience would sit

he put his hand
through a window
being seen
from the side
what goes in
doesn’t seem to arrive
but on another screen
he provides
you see the scene
i previously described

and who the hell
is that old man
can it be
that he is being held
by his own hand



Thursday, July 6, 2017

atinyemptiness(prod. by dirtylosttapes)

written and performed by stranded


prod. by dirtylosttapes





…i’m not even close
to who i should be
at most
too insubstantial
to even constitute being a ghost
doomed to endure
a lack of wind
at sea all alone
the density that my soul achieves
is weaker than smoke

a shell of myself
at best
a pale silhouette

playing out a snail’s build to death
by a zillion breaths
you don’t quite understand
the gravitational force
the situation
and the weight it supports

caught in the embrace
of a sensationless torque
that wrenches one away from their source
a maelstrom
the size of the sea of space
swarming with sharks
compressed into a tiny emptiness
that pulls you apart
if you wish to know
why i’m most comfortable
where the darkness is yo
it’s ‘cause much of the light
that i’ve come to know
is artificial
positivity typically equates
to the laud it gets you
you fake fucks can eat
an entire mech’s arm of missiles
i wholeheartedly welcome
the tenth avatar of vishnu
may hell come for you all
the fall paroxysmal
just because i hate
don’t mean i don’t love
my heart’s official
feelings aren’t contingent
on comprehension
you’re monolingual
make an effort
to learn my language
you ain’t no participle
you don’t get to decide
i mean something i don’t
shit’s far from simple
rosetta stone
when it’s thrown
the pond will ripple
for
the truth extends itself
to the sharpest mentals



pretty soon
tomorrow
stars won’t find our globe
the sky alone
erased
by an opaque biodome
what evidence do you have
that humans affect the climate’s mode
by the time proof
will be enough for fools
that door cannot be closed
much of what they choose
provides the future
with a somber tone



the significance
of the successful
siege on scarif
by a rogue
evolution
although obscured
garishness hides below
the threat
of anachronistic steampunks
buried within a cryo-hole
and the transformations
these three experience
until their time explodes
flash to where tomorrow dwells
just slightly after
there was a blast
stars fell
like bar bells
the size of africa
for any assassination
weapon market’s spectacular
they got an aerosol blowdart
with a flux capacitor
it circumvents time
and wanders through quantum apertures
to teleport specks of sawdust
to the hearts of draculas
PEACE
to the knowledge
self-arcwelded passenger
his meditation prompts
a heartfelt allelic massacre
mutations in the dark well
the skull-enveloped scavenger
you’re a pilot
you’re brain and your body
are like a mazinger
seventh galactic hotbox
spliffs mad long
suicide with a shotgun
shit’s that strong
it’s like a mech
using its cannon
as a big ass bong
the smoke leaves the barrel
like a dispatched bomb
a pyramid shapeshifts
its bricks transform
and it creeps across the desert
like it’s six past dawn
a lotus floats distinguished
in a pitch black pond
guarded by a buddha
looming ten flats tall
an abyss with no identity
frozen by splintering
once again intact
after perhaps
being gone for an infinity
a kyber-cell loss of energy
a sabre caught shimmering
photovoltaic inverting
in the throes
of decay and entropy
being blind
chirrut used the eyes
of a synesthete
he formed images
through the act
of meticulous listening

using a lightbow
to snipe far away enemies
and when he was taken
to see gerrera
they made sure that he couldn’t see
stupid cats
should’ve used headphones
that canceled noise

killed two senses at once
republic android
reprogrammed and deployed
to see that his former camp is destroyed
with the rebel clan that he joined

swordz
mirror
stranded
a/void
we all prefer
that the planet was void of humans
who won’t advance from a koi
extinction
if you don’t choose to evolve
like powder kegs
like daenerys being consumed by a star
with countless eggs
360 expansion fan
dragon wave-propegation
the blast unfolds
with adiabatic approximation
exploding so fast
it lacks emblematical oxidation
for
the temperature stays consistent
for the emphatic shock’s duration
obscurity doesn’t indicate
something that isn’t plentiful
it just means
it’s not widely acknowledged
it’s a hidden truth
you don’t know the ratio
of elements that we inhale
unless you analyze
what the air that we breathe entails
so much goes unnoticed
when you don’t look
you don’t see as well

however
the reverse can be as well

peace to side b
learn how to work that akai piece
i got dibs on your first fly beat
as long as josh peace
but back to this beautiful
piano-laden drum track
dirtylosttapes with blunt wraps
mosaic gun clap
the power of wisdom
twin cipher ammunition
the blast
like alex’s sibling
with panoramic vision
we wreak havoc on those
who go into a trance
and listen

in a zone
their heads explode
like an aneurysm
silk road shooting range
many weaponz on display
body shaped silhouettes
surrounding where the bullets sprayed
all but what you’re shooting at
intact
mazinga finger glock
precisely disintegrate a target
with a single shot
if you’ve ever witnessed
what that particular pistol does to cats
your hair will super saiyan
if you hear me cock that knuckle back
you can’t avoid the slug’s impact
it’s much more difficult than that
each shot’s
got a deoxyribonucleic-hunting app
ammo
made from extra-earth skeletal alloys
extracted from the spines
of stellar metallic cowboys
and voluntarily
on some kimmimaro kekkei genkai
the growth of hyperbaric
splinter-starmetal insides
reconfigured spinal discs
extinction level impact
equipped with go-go gadget combs
to part and push your wig back
skulldozer
thousand petal lotus
with the stem snapped
traces of a moth’s blood
smudged
no longer intact
ink brushed from a page

by a monk with a plague

swept underneath
a secret lurked a dungeon
in chains

but later liberated
it emerges unscathed
like a bird from its cage
to finally serve its purpose
engraved

and walk the earth
ablaze
purple flames
my jagan erupts
a horde of auric dragons
surf your veins
as my katanas touch
imagery is conjured
from the energy that i conduct
strung together
with a web
of indigoic viaducts

over time
i’ve come to know
that i don’t cry enough

and even still
i have yet
to let my arid eyes well up
this is just how it’s occurred
it’s not meant
or preferred
it just is
what it is
i’ve observed
but i’ve recognized the value
of a dissonant purge
i just haven’t been able
as of yet
to trigger the urge
or could it be
my tears have been
reconfigured as words
and i’ve laid my head
on the shoulders
of particular birds
the specific ones
to which
thewalkingstick has referred
without a flock
who chose not
to see ‘within’ as a blur





Tuesday, July 4, 2017

inwardstellarframework(prod. by cyborg 303)

written and performed by stranded


produced by cyborg 303



tumbleweed scuffle
under water
with swords made of flame
but they don’t disturb the water
its fluid state is sustained
the fire is more an image
than a temperature thing
but that’s not to say
that the ignition’s
not an instant away
the ripples of transcension
don’t exhibit decay
they’re a bubble
that keeps expanding
while its density stays
conjured
a dragon made of fire
swims in a rage
no horizon
the dark comprises
every inch of the blaze
fucks you up like goku
with wrenches for days
light reduction
the sun conducting monkey business
with shade
what was before
nothing more than a vestigial stain
a tale
to be told
to those
who descend from the pain
candyman mythology
the horror of childhood dreams
materialize on earth
in a subservient cloud of bees
a legend is not as much
what it was
as how it’s seen
its measure
is the amount that believes
powerful seeds
once sown
these myths sprout into plants
flowers
and trees
that trickle down
like gallons
that span mountains
with streams
the convolution of veins
that protrude from the range
curiosity mass produces
mad fruit for the brain
this cyborg’s music
is a beautiful thing
somehow
it alludes to a strange
distant future that changed
the way that horn toots
is insane
especially
in cahoots with the way
that drum loop is arranged
similar
to an indian sort of flute
when it’s played
and the effect
on a snake’s movement
that’s presumably made
i’m moved to allow myself
to be removed from my cage
and explore
a new obscure evolutional stage

forged
my cocoon torn
the mutant of blades
exhumed from a storm
with all the swords
that bloomed in the grave
in the shadows
our atoms plot
to improve what they shape
in some inhabitants
their appetites
soon are assuaged

cataclysm
everlasting wisdom
bestowed
a flame established
in the middle of snow
twenty below

it tolerates the wind
as it blows
shimmers
but holds
the principle
represented by the alchemist’s stone
philosophy
transforms anything into gold
contemplation finds mutation
at the end of its road

the more you think
the more you sink
into a hole
swirling
like a cinnamon roll
into your soul
in the throes
of a gentle maelström
a tunnel to wonderland
a sojourn
that even seldom
dummies don’t understand
two birds in the bush
are rarely worth one in the hand
“i’m humble”
aren’t the words
of a humble child
woman
or man
phantasmagorical grams
cause my lungs to expand
and they magnify all the data
i put under my lamp
i see as clear as the substance constructed
after bunson-ing sand
i scroll through neuroholograms
to summon guns to my hands
disinter jewels
hidden
from the most industrial scans
like echo hunters
indigenous
to the umbral under lands

deep gnomes
tapping on stones
to track what they hold
by paying close attention
to the refraction of tones

even their keen ears
can miss the path that is shown

and no one listens better
than these cats
on the globe
mental manipulation of shadows
is known as umbrakinesis
when you behave
as if you have a remote
but what do you call it
when you’re the one
beneath the shadow’s control
when your every action
is decided
by light’s absence alone
slightly lit
i exist in a world
blacker than coal
but such pressure
has been known
to yield spectacular stones
shinigami apples
fibonacci fractals explode
we’re surrounded by patterns
that extend labyrinths below
the dimension of which
when measured beneath
examining close
the further in you zoom
somehow
they seem to actually grow
this lagomorph hole
an intrepid theoretical swirl
the depths that unfurl
are like leaping
off the edge of the world
just to discover
where you were
was just a speck of the mural
this sets off elucidation
like menes spitting ‘dural’

tossed in rumination
your whole perspective is hurled
your comprehension upended
a 3d structure twisted
into other dimensions
and even then
that wouldn’t cover
but so much of existence
the complexity of the physics
is like a tesseract
crumbled up and disfigured

to quantify it
would require hundreds of digits
and john nash formulas
scribbled in clusters
on windows

the most abknormal
out of all of the kninja
blades precipitate from clouds
he manifests with his fingers
a tragic storm on the forecast
perpetual winter
all shadows and grains of sand
telekinetically rendered

shrapnel
from a grenade
that genetically splinters
and crashes into the brains
of the most perceptive of listeners
mutating
the cellular whispers
hybrid code tether constrictors
reach forth
to what hasn’t yet been configured
and methodically wrap themselves
around telepathic pictures
programmed
with a direct
but nonthreatening signature
commands wander
as they will
to where they’re destined to venture






Monday, June 19, 2017

starcities(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by:  (in order of appearance)

dr. hatake downplay

stranded


prod. by 7th galaxy



verse 1: (dr. hatake downplay)

cold-fire weapons charge blade
clone replacements
12 monkey’s contaminants
sublime time vagrant
cannibalistic aliens
mutating in stages
7th dimensional space kicks
battle-star apocalypse
immortal portal catalyst
seeking orbital bliss
my timeline began
the same place it ended
with a glitchy past existence
firefly serenity
evolved from being absolved
from several identities
there’s no matching the intensity
when it’s from the psyche
enhanced ocular implants
advancements made precisely
electrically engineering perceptions
into widening
active camouflage
chaotic events and rioting
systems comply
evidence of a hyper-being
epic win gamer face
unstifled conquering
unstable matter igniting
heightened senses
future freaks of nature
hovering in the distance



hook (x2): (dr. hatake downplay)

this style has no remedy
naturally or chemically
bio-boosted heavily
with the necessary adjustments
trips to starcities
multiversal functions
auxiliary memories
ages that’s illustrious



verse 2: (stranded)

prehistoric fork
chrono-truth distorts
convoluted course
time mutants
rooted in the wake
of a future corpse

space dwarf
a titan of sorts
fading life support
igniting torches
in the brain
initiates a hyperwarp
ftl
a vessel
in a bioluminescent shell
a pirate sets sail
on a sea of fire
and never melts
to navigate these waters
you must be your higher
and separate self
the steps are symbolically
sheath bodies in parallel
spirit of the commander
truth lost in a fairy tale
mythology that blossomed
from the spot where polaris fell
time’s tangential nature
temporal aphasia
the message progressively forsaken
as the envelope’s favored
obscured by ambition
what matters
overshadowed
by the dearth of wisdom
you can’t imagine
what the earth has hidden

let alone
cities that glow
galaxies unknown
only an absolute fool
could think that we’re alone



hook (x2): (dr. hatake downplay)

this style has no remedy
naturally or chemically
bio-boosted heavily
with the necessary adjustments
trips to starcities
multiversal functions
auxiliary memories
ages that’s illustrious









Sunday, February 5, 2017

animpostor'smedicine(prod. by nsone)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

menes the pharaoh as mirage/bladez (pronounced: mirage of bladez)
sea/swordz (pronounced: sea of swordz)


prod. by nsone



verse 1: (mirage/bladez)

collage/gravez
mirage/bladez
no watered down waves
an oasis away
bodies decay

with no blood in my veins
i hope to say
one day
i be better than okay

not really though
my tomb on display
for all of you
room at the gate
waiting for a moment of peace
to hate
my teeth scratch the plate
an open map
with brain tissue debates
debauchery
a debacle of delays
the oracle
some would say
the owl wolf howls
it’s never safe
hatchet handz
and basket grams
noose you twice
to see
if you really hang

loop you real nice
to the breaks
see if you really slam
my land’s magic
the golden sands be grafted
too much for the eyes and ears
bastard
swaying from the rafters


verse 2: (sea/swordz)

pardon me
i had to pull the string
on a volcano first

inflate menes’ blood pressure
so his veins would burst

anger lurks beneath
blasts
like mass murders of crows
when they emerge from trees
scrolls are immersed in ink

it only took minutes
when menes went in search of beats

one arrived
from one of the other side
of earth’s elite

we never settle
for no mediocre sorcery
this spell’s
from where the deadliest
of creatures in the world convene
magic so dark
it’s powered by a moon
that can’t be visualized
unless it’s being viewed
by the most worthiest
of wizards’ eyes
one must be familiar
with realms
seldom observable
to step within the confines
of a construct not discernible
an abstract dimension
as far as the perspective
of man’s comprehension
not unlike the platform
for astral distension
you project yourself on a wall
that’s only half in existence
and like that
our axis is shifted




Saturday, February 4, 2017

adorabledegradation(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by 7th galaxy


a brief return
to methods of old
the peace incurred
never gets old
contrarily
in each instance
it manifests on its own
develops and grows
embryonic gelatin
bones
of which
blood/tissue/flesh
will enclose
once it is whole
it provides
but it arrives
just as it goes
focus less
on what slipped your eyes
more on what you were shown
invasive surgical
observational
bird's eye view
hovering above
the inner workings
of something
you'll never learn to do
immersed in truth
i drown
and do so happily
for when
such a thing is happening
i surrender to its gravity
but i don't die too often
i dwell in THIS reality
surrounded
by peoples' thoughts
and the hell
that they're imagining
i let go of the car door
wiley wiggins
rising within an artform
my own thoughts form
reclaiming the territory
on which
these humans' hell
before me
was brought forth
addition by subtraction
an instant transmission
transaction
i disappear here
and reappear in satisfaction
the comfort found
in the mere act of my absence
a sight
that tear gas couldn't blacken
for i fight
the type to steer
into the path of the kraken
standing on the mast
peering past the distraction
this massive creature
regarded in such a way
it's just in the way
for where i plan to travel
is where i'm GOING to be
my journey is under way
it can be a needle
in a bunch of hay
to me
it's another day
because i will not be kept
from the tug
of the coming place
at times
i am drawn away
my trip
all but erased
but it's not from a lack of effort
or a lack of love's embrace
it's life
how things
placed before us
behave
valleys and peaks
i prefer to climb mountains
that are out of my reach
and backstroke
on the valleys beneath

how could this be
the answer
can be found in this beat
grab a phone
and rabbit hole
out of this sleep
the escape velocity
required
is a conscious desire
and concentration
that leaves marks
like stria
when the thoughts are fired
the impact of which
oxygen
when concentrated
offers to fire
high explosives
like when lost
is just starting to focus
overdosing on knowledge
to move with photonic motion
in my small sky
i've watched the light
sibling stars shine
just go dim
their silence
is a crime
that's gone unpunished
for such a long time
it's hopeless
but i hold out
for the slight chance
that y'all might
get to know them
emcees
i've had the pleasure
to feed microphones with
but went off the grid
on some 'leave me alone' shit


the winds of change blow
eroding the same
withered
it's washed away
in the wake of the falling rain
the death of normal
the evolution of strange
nothing ordinary remains
it just decays

the winds of change blow
eroding the same
withered
it's washed away
in the wake of the falling rain
the death of normal
the evolution of strange
nothing ordinary remains
there's no such thing


Friday, January 27, 2017

spiritorphanz(prod. by wakizashi jabberwockyz)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

7 arm'd labyrinth
sea/swordz


prod. by wakizashi jabberwockyz (anübis dōhji & 7 arm'd labyrinth)



verse 1: (7 arm'd labyrinth)

cosmic babble
demons in the lunar house
ask a ferret
with one working tentacle
a favor
for some hyper juice
he said
‘i only use him for his music
i don’t even like the dude’
neverending cycle
labyrinth headed peasant icing you
dag
i can’t afford no daggers

i stab with icicles
and rap with veteran status
labyrinth menacing writing
cyphin’
crash your house gathering
like ‘who the fuck invited you?’
ignoring logic
commune with demons often
‘cause i’m psychic
super heightened senses
i can use

lunar legend
drink anything
and act completely normal
unless it’s 211s
i can act real irresponsible
then lecture you in seconds
cognitive dissonant
conceptual
depressing truth
accept it
remember that real impressive sentence
i just said to you
forget it zhu
i take too much of this medicine
and wreck my human vessel dude
but what’s a human vessel
to the next life
i’m bored of this
and know all the childish riddles
in this orphanage
i’m dusted


verse 2: (sea/swordz)

...this songs’ a product
of lightless aphotic ghoulishness
applied illogic
that conjured constant night
where only moons exist
i summoned demonic lunatics
to augment what the future is
a world far more conducive
to an amaterasu nucleus

this fog’s made up of
independent squads of pseudonyms
skulls are thousand petal lotus gardens
that too many blossoms bloom within
people concern themselves
too much
with the costume they’re in
i’m more concerned
myself
with the creature behind the human skin
the incorrect
perspective-based
aberrant integration
the sophisticated knot
of intangible matter
blazing
hyperdimensional
photon/shadow amalgamation
it’s been speculated
that our world
is derived from imagination
whether or not
such an unlikely presumption is true
it is something
that our minds
are certainly
powerful enough to do
so
i admonish you
to acknowledge
the true strength
that you possess
become an innerspace cadet
and venture into the maze of webs
the cellular structure
that comprises your soul

we’re orphanz
‘cause we’re so inside
that outside
we’re alone





Friday, December 16, 2016

abknormalkninja(prod. by 7 arm'd labyrinth)

written and performed by sea/swordz (pronounced:  sea of swordz)

prod. by 7 arm'd labyrinth


he runs amok
on a planet
all alone
there are so few conscious souls
he’s not sure
if they’re real
or leaves on a plant
in a pot
that he’s grown
stranded within a world
without a mind of its own
he can barely hear himself think
over the hum
harmonized by the drones
interference breeds tumult
where rogue consciousness roams
defiance alone
cuts an opening
in the stifling moan
contriving a cone of silence
despite the cries that oppose
a swan’s grace
the calm space inside a cyclone

the oddly tranquil paradise
that a storm’s sight knows
serenity
compelled
by a wellspring of aphotic energy
the stemming peace impales
the chain mail that envelops enmity

i simply vibrate out of phase
with nearby enemies
gently oscillating away
with atomic splintering

shadows loom over panda street
a wakizashi snowstorm
while
in an alternate cold
swordz
is haunted by sonic ghost swarms
as far as the development
on the evolutionary chart
that goes on
despite my level
i’m millenniums of light
from my adult form
hyperspace expansion
an [im/ex]plosive cross-breed
a world
entirely comprised of paradoxes
that move at pause speed
the balance essential
to suspend you in flying sauce beams

sitting still in the sky
like a nikon’s offspring

toxic noodlez

darkness flame
my jagan pupil flashes
having a dragon on your arm
is useful
with swords for fangs
it will never lack the jaws
to chew you

it splashes
at whatever lacks my staunch approval
as the wave crashes
you’re also stabbed by a mirage
cthulu
somewhere on earth
a red planet depicts
a collage of funerals


the blur that tends to accompany
beauty’s profundity

filters out those
who don’t appreciate subtlety

hero in villain clothes
zero pose
i dress comfortably
cloaked predator
slash
sky leopard
hybrid
i hunt for beats

lurking with kaiju
a hundred deep

i am not an earthling
a portal explodes above your world
i’m inside it
circling
a spiraling shadow with absurd wings

it’s like teleporting through fountains
neitherland travel sorcery
a forest of clouds
chain reaction
plagued by the trappings
of obscure links
pleasantly distracted
but that’s how sea/swordz thinks
magic
he inhabits so many labyrinths
when he learns things
crashing
into other people’s planets
like meteors
bing!!!

planetary crust erupts
like when saiyans knuckle up
he’s a beast
this beat bangs
like the tailpipe on uncle buck
rinth went off
after kids saw him
sniffing that 404 coke
and philosopher chin palm stroked
until his jaw broke
like darth vader
hitting you with a dark sabre combo
in a galaxy
far
far away
he concentrates til y’all choke
psionic vacuum
vortex of aphotic stab wounds
somewhere on a silk road
flowerz! undergoes his last bloom





Sunday, October 30, 2016

musashimoonbabble(prod. by wakizashi jabberwockyz)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

menes the pharaoh
psionic paul
sea/swordz


prod. by wakizashi jabberwockyz (anübis dōhji & 7 arm'd labyrinth)



verse 1: (menes the pharaoh)

cutting up tracks
like a broken wakazashi
never sloppy
off the top
like opium poppies
monsters of the pond kid
with the jabberwockyz
archaic prototypes
wander the mojave
arachnid wolf spider
chases you under moonlight
and bites into your shadow
strictly to consume light
broken gauntlets
rare form of a pathogen
airborne nucleus
attacking your brainstems
aesemon the executioner
sever heads for no price
its weight in blood
will suffice
and sacrifice
hang ‘em high
so the wind taste their sorrows
bringing no tomorrows
whenever in the hollows
stepping to the function
like musashi on the bridge
and breaking all your ribs
with one kick
and a molten fist
making wooded swords
out of wooden paddles
prepare for battle
like i’m shaking death’s rattle
snake versus crane
cause hysteria
impairing ya
no sparring partner ever survived
no sparing ya


verse 2: (psionic paul)

my mental stays altered kid
my thoughts is disturbing
spaced out author
talking in circles
thoughts is a blur
i thought i was certain he’s raw
but i heard he’s awkward in person
psionic paul IS studentz
just an alternate version
and my crew is like a gang
of schizophrenic heathens rapping
and he been acting odd as fuck
in ciphers
eating acid
alas
studentz sniffing dust
the lifestyle rugged
overdose
then leave the hospital
chewing shrooms
like it’s nothing
he’s confused
cartoon nurses treat his wounds
he starts babbling ‘bout reptar
every time he sees the moon
slang ragged

act like i’m still a kid
the way i dress and walk is mega grimy
looking ill as shit
an emcee’s voice gets shaky
if they’re ever put against us
baggy champion hoodie
spit
and lash psychotic wind gusts
amnesia in the cipher
dun
i barely even started yet
psionic paul
the villain
writing
like his fucking arm’s possessed


verse 3: (sea/swordz)

my eyes are slinkies
walking steps
i’m swamp possessed
wandering a pond
where monsters rest
with a mind of altered consciousness
swords protrude
like poison
that sasori’s puppet’s pores would ooze
use little forks for food
the kind of stuff
that rugged orphans do

a spaceship stowaway

i didn’t ask permission
i just snuck in through the lower bay
headed for the bridge
to commandeer the ship
and float away
wane
like a reflection
when a mirror disassociates
disappearing like a ghost in space

spectral dissipation
dialectic innovation
our rhymes extend our lives
like we’re in cryogenic incubation

on the horizon
could there be a metamorphosis
owlwolf
lurking in specific moon coordinates
could he visit soon
manifest from this cocoon
torn to bits
perched upon a cloaked
amaterasu cloud forest limb
only time will tell
if i compelled him to transform again
and if when he arrives
he has musashi cloud tree swords with him




Wednesday, October 12, 2016

crimsondeathglow(prod. by 7th galaxy)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

wisdm - stranded

prod. by 7th galaxy


wisdm/7th galaxy

+

stranded

=

cosmo/knot


verse 1: (wisdm)

we burn heavily
steadily transfer energy
entities sentient
sending me melodies
destiny bleeds

seen silence for a moment
comatose frozen
floating open eyed
tide absorb the moment
still moping
hoping for explosion

kaboom
shroom medicated vacuum
illuminated orbs
disappear as they pass you
past view
time travel back to the last view
paradox
same socks
different color
still love her
mary stay smooth like silk cover
who hover higher than the moon
no wonder
cloud disappear
kid thunder
leaf blade runner
feel my kunai puncture
desert vultures
devour culture
cultivating death in numbers
street magic blunted
watch the world blaze asunder
vigilante strike at night
take out the gunner
one goon
to the right
heard his heart stutter
last words
who the hell are you
as he hit the gutter
life in the jungle
stay humble
for the moment
contained rage
like cage
’til walls end up broken


verse 2: (stranded)

the atmosphere collapses
like you’re imagining things
the sky falls
calmly strangling
the planet it rings
the emergence of dense fog

feathers that don’t detach from their wings
some creatures fly
despite the absence of strength
more power is absorbed
through wounds
formed by my fangs

frogs for ice cubes
my eyes swirl as i drink
my mind tuned
to the sound of worlds of swords
as they clang
war between multiversal star systems
orbits my brain
the plethora within
pretend
disorients things
teleports me
to a more phantasmagorical plane
i vanish
like sugar tossed in the rain
gone
but not all the way
it’s all frequency
i just alter my waves

before you attempt to trespass
ponder your fate
be cautious
my enforcers
use flying saucers as graves
the coffins launched in their wake
at the very least
threaten stars’ quantitive place
in regard to what there’s more of in space
but by all means
resume your transgression
if your confidence gapes

don’t let me dissuade you
from your cosmic mistake
your permanent extra-earth projectile state
lifeless bodies drifting off into space
just debris
in a field of light
poking in through the dark

swimmers don’t give menus to sharks
they just get ripped apart

so consider the consequences
before venturing off
be careful what pebbles you choose
to ripple your pond

peace to the seventh series of sparks
your music’s near to my heart
evolution
the use of mirrors evolves
magnetic electrocution
there’s an intimate bond
a mutation
rare genetics
engineered to respond



Friday, July 1, 2016

falseminoshiro(prod. by 7 arm'd labyrinth

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

7 arm'd labyrinth
sea/swordz(pronounced sea of swordz)

prod. by 7 arm'd labyrinth


verse 1: (7 arm’d labyrinth)

an entire society
based around the use
of telekinesis
its runners fragmented the history
into a series of secrets
and manipulated the citizens’ memories
as if to protect them
but their imperfect technology
left uncovered scripts in question
certain members caught glimpses
and left their homes
for knowledge
their thirst will never be quenched
by the false minoshiro prophets
since before he finished
his luminous lecture on what had happened
a monk came and killed it
claiming it to be distraction
didn’t i have a sibling in the past
aren’t our peers just disappearing rapid
they dismiss it when i ask
but the notion of my sister
eats at me
and plagues my dreams kid
to make her face
i cut up ‘zines
and rearrange the pieces
see
i’ve changed
my mental states can no longer be explained
shun morphed into a karmic demon’s vault
and that’s where he remains

the dusted orphan
all my thoughts
i know they seem deranged
a lonely voyage kept and gone
to swim amidst a sea of blades



verse 2: (sea/swordz)

lost in a void
i spiral
in a blind kaleidoscopic rage
further and further
from where i belong
by catapulting concentric waves
i feel like i’m comprised
of mad debris
like saturn’s rings are made
a collection of tiny fragments
with no idea of what the pieces made

my origins forgotten
the orbit reminding me of pain
the knowledge of what i was before
gone
to never be reclaimed

left suspended
in constant exhibition
of utter misery

metaphysically distraught
a composite of muddled energy

i try to sort it out
but it’s hard
when your aura’s indigo
it’s like trying to separate
a thousand knotted strings
that are all identical
so i trek inside
ignoring all outside
the world i recognize
if i was manga
my eyes would be swirls

i’m often mesmerized
seeing things
that only make their way
into MY irises
routinely snatched away
by the gravitation of aphotic rifts
plagued by odd events
throughout my life
what are they supposed to mean
profound relationships
with characters
who only roam my dreams
i wake
and it’s as if they died
i don’t know if we’ll ever meet again
washed away
by a ringing chime
that TEARS me from r e and m
belied
as soon as i unclinch my eyes
society begins
and i freely go to prison
in exchange
to know what freedom is
my life spent
in a portable cell
weeks on end
at most
i have a couple days
before the cycle
must repeat again
even if it’s only for moments
in proportion
i’m appreciative
a better tomorrow
today
is a small price
to be content




Sunday, June 19, 2016

transcensionripples(prod. by le masque de fer)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by le masque de fer



transcensionripples


a cyborg consults
with a primordial ghost
hovering above an iceberg
afloat
while the earth explodes
the planet breaking
as a swarm of locusts
channels hatred
look

off the sword coast
a tsunami’s waving
say hello to the conclusion
of your pathetic lives
the only way forward
is if humans are anesthetized
but i mean that in reference
to my insensitivity
to the gamut of pain
that they will experience
when they die

and may they suffer
as they fade into forgottenness
the moment marked
by a planet
mid-blast
as a monolith
such senseless existence
has been permitted
for too long
but this particular instance
can be made right
with two wrongs

the shadows teeming with life
when this light evaporates
these two go together
like the theme
sagal and applegate
if you don’t know
just trust
that when i speak such things
they’re accurate
deathblow
with every word i thrust
you see my blades assassinate
parental advisory
violence steeped in bloodshed
it’s like sasori’s/puppetz
with a duffle squeezing cut heads

i got the sort of mind
that’s question mark porcupine

my neural current’s high
countless tiny torches shine
any shred of sanity
i may possess
is borderline
my brain’s aura’s a flame
ablaze
on an oscura spine

a dark creature
with stark features
that polarize
like what you see
in the evening
when you gaze up
at a rural sky

living with humans
could not be more despised
i hate society
the false foundation of a world designed
to destroy imaginations
mass indigo auracide
they try to suppress
the truth inside
the blue and violet orbit

suicidal orphans
who want to kill themselves
because they find themselves surrounded
by such stupid mindless corpses
however
despite the pain
evolution’s quite absorbent
insights
profound
like images
that bloom inside of orchids
still
at best
any solution tied
to [who am i?]’s distorted
i can’t quite pin down
the roots from which
i grew to this importance
subtleties abound
this book i live’s
a pseudonymous forest
i blossom on a loop
like my cocoon just keeps reforming
we’re surrounded by pollution
disillusionments assorted
an atmosphere so gruesome
there’s no euphemism for it

most are so used to it
they’re torpid
while it’s prudent
that we address
the senescence of our future
they ignore it
it’s baffling
how foolish
people effortlessly are
the brain’s capacity
and use
the deficit is large
we’re roughly 93 million miles away
connected to a star
meanwhile
there’s no such thing as magic
accept a deck of cards

you fucking imbeciles
fully fill me with rage
my imagination’s body count
couldn’t fit into graves
so many souls to ferry
that in the initial days
with the weight on the styx river
it would’ve been displaced
the whole passage evaporated
dry as a pharaoh’s bones
so much so
that they’d need more
than reintroducing wolves to yellowstone
even the best of intentions
could pave
the most hellish of roads
because
despite what they are
intentions
aren’t parallel to results




Wednesday, May 18, 2016

lightswitch(prod. by ichiban hashface)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by ichiban hashface


i hear tell of demons
but i seldom hear the reasons
there are not a slew
of inherently evil beings
when a creature behaves as such
it’s because of a series of events
it blossoms
an anomaly popping up
is infrequent
and even then
it’s attributed
to malfunction of synapses
dichotomous contradiction
cognitive dissonance

science has argued
that our minds
are not meant for this
could eden’s garden be the lab
fruit from its vines
the experiments
what has been deposited
on the akashic etheric disks
if we inquired into its contents
what would the query present
an astute fascination
with mutagen
peace to coachgun
i salute imaginations
the few who concede to no one
this is how i persevere
reverse engineering a shogun
staring into a spear
whose point
peers as deep as my soul runs
cold blood
winter sand that won’t budge
the monument of old suns
synonymous with diamonds
when the coal’s crushed
when evolution piques
will you peak
or prove to be weak
and fold up
like a drawbridge
y’all kids
need to do like trees
and grow up

hold up
ichiban produced fire
to feed my rhymes
that’s peace
like getting high
off of marijuana
that’s legalized
alessa nodes
phosphorescent codes
cracked
like eggs on bowls
pleasant
like shelley from hemlock grove’s
bioluminescent glow
i imbibe on lessons yo
sponge
when it comes to betterment
i don’t fuck with medicine
if it doesn’t make
a life or death difference
unless the world is set to end
war
famine
death
and pestilence
due to consistency
my immunoefficiency is excellent
i’m all about empowering women
like estrogen
and having profound relationships
outside of having sex with them
i find beauty
in the body shape
and face
i don’t deny that
but i do not surrender
to each impulse in my synapse
i won’t allow myself
to treat a sentient creature
as an object
that’s a feeble concept
and it reeks of a weaker mindset
despite degree of knowledge
you’re moronic
if you don’t recognize facts
even if you can see
you’re blind
if you don’t realize that

if you disagree with me
we shouldn’t be in contact
may these words reverberate
and hold the weight of gold
like bobcat
vanishing
the planet breaks
a plague of locusts flies past
as man disintegrates
it liberates my soul
in contrast
that may be cold
like caitlin snow
panabaker beside flash
but being stranded
is like the misdeeds of humanity
facing god’s wrath
inundated
by the daily bullshit
society
drowning
swirling violently
this world’s pointlessness
swallows me
look at the metaphor
you get absorbed
by those who bottom feed
as long as humans prosper
the future will not know peace
we’re made of galaxies
hidden power
but how do you shape reality
despite how small you are
you all think
it all revolves around your needs
what kind of sense
does that make
the gravity would be wild as shit
that many satellites
orbiting one body
could not persist
imagine
with just one additional moon
how the tide would get
the oceans could cock back
on some fire arm tsunami shit

a quiet calm
abruptly silences the mind
as comets drift along
at a gentle crawl
the dawn of new consciousness
fireballs that have been spawned
from the thrall of a cosmic rift

thoughts are flint
it is within YOU
that the spark exists
so close your eyes
and shadowalk a bit
carve your walkingstick
from a limb
that extends
from the roots
of your heart’s content
a rogue splinter
don’t surrender
your innermost occupant
let your soul explode
inflating
filling what holds it
….obstinate
ferrous will
adamant resolve
anachronistic thoughts
a sorcerer performing dark magic
to traffic mystic arts
listen
what i spit is sharp
kick back
like when a pistol sparks
absorb it
like bufotenin
from a hallucinogenic frog
your whole world’s being destroyed
but you don’t want to get involved
typical humans
you sit
spewing your criticism blogs
you are the true and living flaws
the jaws that chew humanity
parasites
with ouroboric
self-destructive panderings
if you’re the type to subscribe
to foolish laws
developed by man
and need a marriage license
to confirm
you fell in love
that’s insanity
you should vanish
like george not dancing
under an enchanted sea
your inaction
results in damage
so expansive
you can’t foresee
horticulture
world sculptor
before you advance
concede
every time you make a choice
is a point where you plant a seed




Friday, April 1, 2016

wis3cod3monk3yz(prod. by wakizashi jabberwockyz)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)

7 arm'd labyrinth
okami ghosthack
sea/swordz (pronounced sea of swordz)
menes the pharaoh


prod. by wakizashi jabberwockyz (7 arm'd labyrinth & anübis dōhji)



verse 1: (7 arm’d labyrinth)

7 rinth
clumsily distort and bend truth
sitting on his cosmic throne
and wielding gems that’s nen fused
says who
strange eyes of his
that capture that
laudanum inebriated
mental crushing capsule rap
well
i could have sworn
my thoughts control the seasons
addled mess
of adolescent maddened lsd binge
shadow silhouetted labyrinth
with no faces
i got high friends
in low places
rapping in smoked basements
tossing daggers
crooked postured alien
tablet gnashing
attic dwelling
morbid sort of alias
raps awaken sorcery
that’s dormant in his mental
psychic enhancement beverage sipping
orphan with a pencil
lethargic demeanor
baggy hoody rocking
awkward grin
bird’s nest hair
frizzed out
chaotic like my thoughts have been
the silhouette contortionist
who pace around illogically
although my music’s strange to you
it doesn’t sound so odd to me
this is my norm



verse 2: (okami ghosthack)

who let all these animals
in the jewel bazaar?
haunting harajuku bouncer graveyards
the panzerschreck prize fighters
casting charm spells
on zulu nightwatchmen
pink dogwood blossoms
in laughing coffins
lollipop ominous
yakuzas in ceremonial zebra gum robes
catnap catwoman in rome
the clock tower explodes
red spectacles
wolfsbane nectar slurpeez
otherworldly mp-40s
orbiting izanami the corpse queen
ossuary
oops all berries
franken-wines
for toasting turquoise maned snow lions
cyan limes
a walking city fell through the ice
dreamsicle skyline
sharkskin men and peach hip girls
smiling with guns out
cruella deville
guangzhou opera quellazaires
twin zastavas
zipcraft valet inside a zipped bag
with comics
three wise code monkeys
spy versus spyware
polar researchers
blast stuffing out wild bears

miniguns melting

and two reincarnated grave robbers
found their own skeletons
dollhouse elvish



verse 3: (sea/swordz)

…realmless babbling fools
impersonating a master’s intellect
trapped in a zoo
in a cage
with a fasting silhouette

traveling
like staggering burberry
patterned mechs

the shadow moves
in a rage
until they’re wrapped up in its depths

ripped into darkness
rays of light
stripped to the bone
forced to evolve
like a narcissist
with no mirrors in his home

thought experiments
i spend long periods
in a zone
where wisdom roams
and the weather
is perpetual sandwinter snow
shroud of turin draped shinobi
swirling approach of death

murder face emoji
shuriken with a strobe effect
mute weapon
looking like some sort of shit
thrown by boba fett
the monk3y cod3 coated projectiles
floated
open heads
it’s telepathic sabotage
signal path data fraud
trying to prevent the impact
of an empath’s battle scars
from being in a pasture
full of calves
being jabbed with cattle prods



verse 4: (menes the pharaoh)

a hundred nights i waited
10,000 days debated
ghost gauntlets
on a sinking ship
to coffin land
graveyard scuffle
broken knuckles on tombstones
of a foreign land
feral skin
glowing like a radiated chosen one
monks break bricks with heads
and light blunts with a molten tongue
olden sun
aura of a frozen gun
you still see me?
ghetto magician
busting shots out of thin air
believe me
morlore delorian
back to the past
historian
his story being told
as he storms through the opium
denz in which i live in
his pens write in crimson
the end is what i’m given
forgotten but forgiving
1st and 3rd person
2 to 4
the truer living
i’m perpetually spinning
but eventually distant
the world back off me
too close to the enemy
who’s there
a shadow
that i never could perceive
witches in my caverns
caress my moldy flesh
and a necromancer enchant
with the name menes
take a bow into death
baohz inventions are the best





Sunday, February 28, 2016

theplanetbreaker(prod. by locvst)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by locvst



…i operate in shadow-driven phases
like steampunk light vibration
candle powered oscillation
determined by a paradigm
of sonic strobe manipulation
symbolized by the manner
in which
my host dimension changes

according to my observations
much of what i find
smothers eyes with blinding hatred
for humans
are by far
the very worst of all the races
i’m not human
i’m conscious
using a stick to walk through mazes
hallucinogenic concentration
imagine looking out
into space
and the sky is vacant
absence of the constellations
coincides with earth
being roamed by gods
visitation
facilitated by capitulation
bodies surrendered
by those willing to let them take them
avatar technology
souls powering
through the mechanics
of gold
spiraling
a planet with ghost colonies
who walks among us
creatures cloaked in ignorance
moving unbeknownst
to those who lack experience
menes stacking pyramids
onlookers in a trance
when they glance
psychocamouflage pulls the trigger
BLAM
dormant like the winter sand
for now
shrouded
hidden clan
it’s like my swords
are made of cypress
how i can just kill a man
improvisational science
vials of blood on a ceiling fan
the butterfly effect
of pollen collected
once you build a plant
these days
wack rappers
blow up like film enhanced
by making it seem
like it’s cool to be felons
in silly chants
to children fans
that’s like bragging
about smelling what krillin can’t
i wish these fools would hold their breath
with their noses pressed against kilograms
of pure coke
and inhale
with the force of blowing wind
gale
for teaching children to die
or survive to grow up in jail
makes me want to tear
a hole in the earth
and throw them in hell
like sahjhan
with quor’toth

holtz got his revenge well
i’m a lone monster
anthropomorphic maelstrom
that bends light
and grows darker
like wesley wyndam-pryce
with a crescent windpipe

an ancient dragon
of myth and legend
in flight
descending on an unsuspecting town
without an invite

a blind creature
with a profound amount of insight
perpetually seeking
to better comprehend life

that 'shadow self' song’s
a seven arm’d rinth bite
retrace your steps
to when your soul was lost
follow in spike’s
redemption
your spark restored
you will feel your heart mature
by paying appropriate homage
to swords that sharpened yours
on occasion
i consume trees
i’m an arborvore
peace to the moon lily
zodd the immortal
and amador
in the shadows
i evolve
obscure
like a polymorph
shifting intermittently
when it is fitting
i alter forms
the ignition
of eternal flames

my thoughts adorned
by softly flitting nocturnal plagues
of gently haunting swarms
this world pales
in contrast
to the one i’m crawling towards
it’s like the brightest light
beside the height
of the darkest wars
a caterpillar
steadfastly inching along
for it becomes a butterfly
at the end
it evolves
my own persistence will determine
if i ascend or i fall

so i just have to push
like nagato with his palm

innovation
three section staff
new chamber
my thoughts gravitate to paper
to become words
expressed as a collection of massive sabers
with a force
focused well enough
to shatter glaciers
the size of worlds
to spiral
hurled into the depths
of intergalactic craters
imagination
a weapon
akin to a planet breaker



Sunday, February 21, 2016

sabreteeth(prod. by poison flowerz!)

written and performed by sea/swordz

prod. by poison flowerz!

sea/swordz (pronounced sea of swordz)

+

poison flowerz!

=

sasori's/puppetz



tigers and cranes
large fangs
the biting of false brains
to administer death
not sustenance
the lack of substance
zero gravity
lacks the suction
i disappear
nearing the anatomy of astral functions
but not quite
i’m not light enough
to grasp such sun-strength
incompatible
my framework is far too shadowful
darkness abounds
my thoughts in a shroud
that’s shatterproof
even though i don’t
i walk around in a scramble suit
scanning the dull
mannequin lulled
phantom barraged
weak
transparent skulled
pandered to mobs
that do NOTHING
to supplant the facade
they accept it
with the full wingspan of their arms
ecstatic
to NOT be in command of their thoughts
ANYTHING to keep from having
to examine their hearts
they stalk the land of the lost
brains washed
bleach removes stains
but damages cloth
time’s a prison
for what’s the reach
of the hands on a clock
it has three
but it can’t even box
fuck a world
that reprimands deeper thought
how is sleep
the most freedom we got
and even that
is besieged by a clock
you can’t escape society
if you leave it or not



Thursday, February 18, 2016

holographiceyesight(prod. by episodic)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by episodic


the world imploding
as it undergoes morph-propulsion
any defense against this force
is hopeless
when an observer is focused
they endure psychosis
from the speed at which
extra-earth geo orbs approach with
waves emanate in their wake
because their course is so quick
shrouded in eternal solstice
the dura opens
the mind absorbs the shower
the surge devoured
as it soaks in
ubiquity
serenity flowers out of joph’s stems
as i look out
turned
clouds blur the auric oceans
but just enough to serve
as a mural of pure hypnosis

i go into a trance
shadows independently dance
apart from the objects
from which they advance

the truth is an enigma
like studentz switching his stance
simple to overlook
and difficult to understand
i swim in a pool
not unlike an aquarium circumstance
where you are not meant to interact
beyond a stirring glance


a wizard made of stars
as soon as i turn the mic on
the future experiences
quantum level lightstorms
collateral damage
mushroom-headed lifeforms
slaughtered by a puppeteer
hiding behind the right pawn
so much that is beautiful
is torn to shreds
fuck the concept of funerals
to mourn the dead
that’s a process
that goes on in my head
from the moment they’re gone
’til i no longer draw breath





Monday, January 25, 2016

thepredationofmoons(prod. by the odd one)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

stranded  -  thoughtz


prod. by the odd one



verse 1(stranded):

the sky takes shape
and assumes the form
of unabated cocoons
what sort of creations flourish
from the predation of moons
the most gentle of torches
their blazes consumed
their soft light
inhumanely removed
any remorse
nearly decays as it blooms
while such horrors walk amongst us
my hatred will too

all things reap what they sow
lifeforms don’t always peacefully grow
but to the determined
adversity is an inertia creep show
any obstructions that surface
become hurdles below
plus
wings sprout like an alter ego

fly like
aeon’s eyesight
i close my eyes tight
the darkness i like
spending time inside
keeps me sharp as hindsight
being blind
only means
that all outside the darkness
highlights
so get your mind right

focus
a magnifying glass
on what isn’t noticed

the data
pyroclast
from the rift’s explosion
microdot sorcery
hair that moves
on its own
maneuvers of a worm
contorting into a hole
truly cold
the shadows of snow
a rare form of ice
trapped in a ghost
thesandwinter's lasting approach
if you buy it
it's drugs
a savant
wearing watches like gloves
that which is false
being  hugged

as the truth
an unseen tree's roots
crawl through the mud
a virus inside a robot
talking to bugs
transmitted
through satellitic objects
above
what's big
is just a series
of subatomic jostles and tugs

i decline to be so arrogant
as to not consider
what lies beneath
what my eyes are aware exists

there are those
who surrender their lives
leaving their vessel behind
impeccably dry
for six years
they prepare
and sit
so when their spirits
wish to revisit this side
to again reside
they know where it is

as soon as the bell
no longer tolls
their bodies are left frozen
in a calming pose
empty vehicles
that await the day
that they are drawn back home

tunnels
between planes
tombstones
that double as graves
what is happiness
to those who know nothing of pain
if you haven't suffered
then you have never truly gained

art
to me
is totemic
the ultimate form of expression
light
in small doses
collected
to one who
finds darkness so pleasant
is more than enough
to offer sustenance
and nourish
whatever longs for its presence
modest portions
as impactful
as subtle sparks in the heavens
significance
is not equivalent
to how large an object is


verse 2(thoughtz):





my synopsis is
that nonsense and hypocrisy
of hominids
cause monopolies to flourish
for the dominant
it’s like nourishment will calm your sense
it’s common sense
til we’ve lost our head
medusa in an argument

you snooze
we’ll bring the phenomenally ominous armament
come with it
only to pause you like commas
your coma is karma
wearing armor for my consciousness
but it’s still hard to dodge
like the dollar’s grip
we’re short handed like court stenographers
assaulting novices
salt in the wounds
of the poor and impoverished
forcing the populous towards the consequence
thoughtz
a conduit
a star like a dwarf wandering
kurt cobain chilling
writing like kurt vonnegut
getting battered from the romulan
we deserve a planet as a monument
i’m truly disgusting
inhuman
a something immune to a substance
chemicals fool with you puppets
it fuels the incumbants
that rule for the numbers
who’s to blame for the future
when it crumbles
without the use of the subject
but YOU say it’s nothing
what if newsday was fronting
what if all that we knew’s fake
a true plague was coming

the master with phrases
sages who fasted for days
gasped in amazement
my task for the day’s to put data to pages
shatter the matrix
with patterns comprised of matter
the madness to change the planet
i’m rabid with rabies
having his way
with rappers at stages
they should trap him in cages
before i snap and enrage
stay awake for 7
then nap for a day
wake up trapped in a maze
til being awake
isn’t half as amazing after the waking
they want to divide us
the temple legend passed by the masons
hiram abiff
what i craft
it is ageless
it contains the future
the past in the making
i create art
like taking acid
and painting
as i walk the path of the nameless
i’m only after self actualization
and declassification
of the self i masked
over ages
passed over cribs on passover
i have no relation
half smoke and half water
a mummy unraveling
absent from the planet
til i come back

i combat to save half the race
from their own self destruction
in the path they forged
and can’t escape
my spirit is vast
hear it in tracks
that take you back
to ancient acts
that made us trapped today



Friday, January 15, 2016

odin(prod. by 7 arm'd labyrinth)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

7 arm'd labyrinth - sea/swordz(pronounced:  sea of swordz)

7 arm'd labyrinth and sea/swordz = aphotic/vortex (pronounced: aphotic vortex)


*song is taken from the album.........loopz for basket cases........entirely produced by 7 arm'd labyrinth..........at the following link:

 https://zenstudentz.bandcamp.com/album/loopz-4-basket-cases



verse 1(zen studentz):

raddest
when he brought flows
truth hone oddest
been rapping
back of abandoned buildings
gnashing with the half of it
ruby caps
azul
when we blast through the hazardous
yataghan grasping addict
slash
wax digging master kid
raw spits
broke blunt ash jargon
his priorities have switched
now it’s get cash rapid
by all means

aight

don’t even try to grasp the mic
foolish
thinking floozy spits
can measure up to baohz
his last opponent
caught a thousand punches
guts is bloody
rascal
it’s horror prone and ragged
when he mad and have his mask unlift
run and dash
blunts is ashed in fucking attics
wax thumbing through some odd jazz
crafting oops maddened
like…


verse 2(sea/swordz):

energetic fossils
staggering toward your realm
dead and gone
but back
through an hourglass
where deserts fall

a nexus opens
gently floating
i trek along
on a path
beside a massive labyrinth
with seven arms

moving through worlds
granted access
like severed palms
we weave through space
taking notice
of beauty that few appreciate
alas
when you use an ax
the roots of hacked up trees
escape
lord studentz crafts
the truest magic seen today




Wednesday, November 4, 2015

eventfulhorizon(prod. by eczein)

written and performed by stranded

prod. by eczein



i hear wings assaulting the sky

the sound of this reality
being caught by surprise
perhaps it is wrong
but i shadowalk all the time
i am fascinated
by getting lost in my mind
a finger gently placed on space
it explodes
the shrapnel spirals into its print
like it’s gold
i summon a void
the louder monkey’s voice
is never known
what’s real
whatever i decide at the time
anything i choose to see
with the eye on my spine

hiei’s forehead
dragons for arms
darkness flame blackens the stars
shadow farms
emptiness
non-hollow convoluted
depth of endlessness
this void consumes
not to be confused
with ultra-instances
eyes obtuse
equipped with quite acute
perceptive instruments
a vague micro-gesture
sends his hand to his hilt

he draws his blade
coffins cascade
blood and ink compete
to see which
will cover more of the page
each swing and thrust
stringing together
to construct a story of rage
an interruption in the force
is conveyed
it’s like ashton kutcher
looking at a book
until the words wiggle
a pulse bursts
there’s a blip
the atmosphere around the earth ripples
birds scream
every animal’s fur
porcupines
somehow
they sense a hint
of a temporal slide
the arrival of a being
derived from another point and time
he enters through a door
one only finds
where two worlds combine
harmonic construction
conducted by a burst
of universal disruption
the merge
of dark melodies
and dirty percussion
a bent light
photonic mural abduction
auroral flames ignite
from his verse
when it touches
subversive
to the likes of which
earth is accustomed
urging all
to exercise subdural combustion
gentle fire
the awakening of dormant realms
a lone drow
escaping the ways of abhorrent elves
his own father roams
controlled
on his trail
the one opponent
who can rival his blades
by himself
zaknafein
a spirit wraith
by way of a spell
his soul
reintegrated
once again in its shell
just over a decade
after it was expelled
both instances of which
his own mother compelled
far too many vile creatures
know nothing of hell



Friday, October 23, 2015

syntheticremsleep[limbicoverload](prod. by lost soul)

written and performed by (in order of appearance):

wisdm - stranded


prod. by lost soul


verse 1: (wisdm)

the story of the wishing well
spell of the ringing bell
been lost in this maze
for days
as far as i can tell
propel thoughts like crops
symbolic imprint
two orbs in the distance
the glow of the mystics
sage smoke
mixed with mary jane
gettin lifted
drifting
like a cloud above
uninflicted
gravity be king
sing the song of a dying star
far from the average kid
living life on mars
lunar scars
reflect who we were
and where we are
sorcerer
on the edge of time
playing his guitar

e minor
if you wanna know the chord i'm on
i'm strong
with the language of sound
word to cybertron
vibe is gone
meditate
til the tide is calm
tiger balm
soothe muscle after fire palm
five alarm
five 5's in the megastorm
styles born unique
like the art that i speak
deep inner sanctum
blueprint designed while i sleep
cheap labour
a couple of potheads and skaters
data found later
in the absence of craters
the absynthe was greater
in the time of great painters
green swirls
vortex between worlds
my body the shell
my soul the pearl
girls and boys
are you ready
for a brand new noise
toy writers get left
in the land of the void
true stories get revealed
then suppressed and destroyed
kids annoyed by their parents
and increasingly bored
separation anxiety
the life of a borg
connected through cord
memories stored
electric lore
protect the core
while my spirit soars for more
a mental war
purchase your flags at the corner store
be careful
when you open doors

life is a winter's forest


verse 2: (stranded)

…tremendous force
snow pushing limbs
that bend but don’t break
that’s trees lifting weights
for a season
til it dissipates
when the freeze
begins to slip from lakes
the discipline
of water standing still
for extended lengths
molecules have time to rest
before they reacquire stress
the interim of which
growth requires to climb its steps
tempestuous specks
that zip back and forth
and readjust
cellular mutation
cells pupate
and leave their husk
with new identities
they adapt to energy
how it feels
determines
how they reveal their inner chi
our swords are raging flames
we insulate the steel
in its sheathe
when we draw
we stab your minds
before it has time
to shed degrees
but in the event
that we let winter
creep into our blades
that is the intent
to relentlessly imbue a change
it’s like entire deserts
sprouting flowers
when we wield our swords
that’s the apparent
esoteric alchemy
that we perform
a thousand speeding meteors
spin around with even force
it’s like rasengan
in the palm of god
being formed
as 7th galaxy ignores
i’m the shadow clone by which
that chakra globe is being forged
to stab the foe he’s speaking toward
once this technique matures
what he sees distorts
all he observes
is a large shuriken shrieking forth
a high-pitched
whistling oscillation
pervades his world
before he has time
to even wonder why space is swirled
he fades away
in an implosion
effervesced
like the sensation you feel
when you bend over
and take several breaths
then stand up
holding it
after a 30 second stretch
with your back against a wall
and let someone compress your chest

don’t try this shit
it deprives the brain of oxygen
only through pure fortune
can you avoid consequence
this is how my older cousin
taught me to explore unconsciousness
i’m lucky i never died
in our dumb, deaf and blind attempts
i wouldn’t even mention this
in regard to the star’s strike
but this was the best analogy
for me to describe it with
so for the sake of the story
i wish you well

and leave you with nothing
but a jacket on an empty pail