written and performed by: (in order of appearance)
stranded
rpm the brown robe
prod. by warlock poems
verse 1: (stranded)
bioluminescence
tumesces
and spires far out
the entire earth’s absorbed
in circumhorizontal arc clouds
the energies that spin in me
are hundreds of madnesses
if i tried to explain it
i’d run out of adjectives
that metaphor alone
ain’t even accurate
i’d need a million lexicons
to come close to being adequate
i smile when i see this owl
or hear what it has to say
these cherished instants
hatch with grace
that overshadows fabergés
it’s strange the greatest moments
of my life
are seen as mistakes
that they could ever even
have potential to evaporate
she dispersed into paper
that folded itself
into countless butterflies
that proceeded to consume me
’til there was nothing but her inside
i apologize
but who am i to hide
what my heart’s eyes imbibe
when what they drink’s
enough to sink
as deep as years of light would stride
millenniums of sun beneath
my umbra steeped with fireflies
the wondrous peace
my regnant darkness underneath
is brightened by
entire worlds of origami
swirl inside me
i evolve
like uzumaki blue
chakra-fused kurama fireballs
this illumination’s threatened
by the threat of compromise
by resistance
to a nonexistent pressure
not applied
i am thought to think in ways
that i would not appreciate
forced to drown beneath the weight
of a sea compiled of these mistakes
context and perspective
account for nearly everything
and the slightest misperception
can veer the best of us astray
lucky for me
that hasn’t been enough to separate
but
it may have been enough
to render us a lesser way
i wish it wasn’t
everyday
and fear it will perpetuate
it’s happened far too often
no coffin
i’ve clawed from several graves
why is it
that i’ve been blessed to bathe
in such a pleasant flame
and not only is that debt unpaid
by failure to reflect its rays
but
somehow i’ve managed
to provide an UNpleasant shade
and be irksome
to the most important person
i have met to date
what’s written in the book of life
is what is pertinent to you
i choose to read the truth
to see the crucial work i’m meant to do
to be improved
modified
i scour worlds
for the hidden loom
from which
the fabric comes
the universe would stitch me to
you may be tethered to my space
by mistake
my satellitic oops
a brilliant moon
that lights my sky
but i find firmament in you
so
take solace
that what you provide is BEAUT!FUL
to one who
magnificence within him’s
not what’s usual
i walk the nucleus
of a russian doll of crucibles
a single corridor
that ouroboros doors
are always looping to
that’s why there’s NOTHING
i won’t do for you
come back from my own funeral
and despite what you might believe
i don’t wear a mask
or costume for you
fuck a pedestal
you’re hovering
‘cause that’s what your wings
and feathers do
absolve you
of that for which you’re responsible
i would never do
but when you try to carry more
than you should support
i’ma step in too
you’ve never tried to place blame
away from you
if you did
without hesitation
i would have told you
that you’re tripping kid
there’s a balance
specificity to what i say
i don’t speak in generalities
unless it’s by mistake
verse 2: (rpm the brown robe)
my presence ancient
branching out into the vacant
basements
you call the mind
brilliant
how it makes sense
recline
into nothingness
to be all there is
god honest
disturbed enough
but the moral is
forward
drift
with a horcrux in my fist
built into my microphone diaphragm
amphitheatre
unfixed perception
effortless
on a path to bliss
my soul
don’t really know what plastic is
infection
an over-active aggression
an obsession
just drop into suspension
there’s where i been tho
one mind like aurobindo
you don’t begin to know
reawaken within the flow
spun out
then i learned to row
burn a poem
with words filled with passion
flame happens
not the player
but the game that’s everlasting
stacks of infractions
leaning on your axis
non action is attraction
on the track and finding traction
so much so
it’s relaxing
i’m free to rap with enthusiasm
to make the heat
that fade the casted spell
beyond the veil
counteract climate fail
when the mind is well
ride the rail
RpM and his delightful tale
reads like private mail
written in braille
but you can kinda tell
my style
both sides of the wall in palestine
i’m way more above the rim
than woody harrelson
you mistook the zone for arrogance
so my arrow zips
through the air
morphogenesis of rarest gems
pegasus
flying swift
over the precipice
far spire codex
open throughout the ocean mist
refocus
the soulless
homeless
brown robe come to woke us
ferocious
magnum opus
like snow clung
to the old sun
to expose us
so hold on
i rip the bar ’til the bar none
clothe us in the garden
like we all one
departed dharma of a god
look like arson
rahman to your bean
like saladin
come to you in a dream
in living color like a silver screen
delivery
for mr. smithereens
adrift in faceless books
and
hooked on wicked memes
putting stem cells
between themselves and hell
i hope we live to tell
while knowing full well
all good things
from my hood winks
don’t give a fuck what the hood thinks
got you open like a good shrink
my words lured the sphinx
and i’ve been cured ever since
connect the links
THANK YOU 💔❤️
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