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Mental Rape
02:50
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1.Mental Rape
Written by Teknical Development.IS
Hook
High rises low self esteems
Dreams get fucked by nightmares
Mental rape...
(x6)
Verse One
High rises low self esteems.
Dreams get fuck by nightmares mental rape.
Cold days in public.
I feel the peoples bodies under pressure.
Can’t carry the weight, internal stresses.
External world to broke to carry food bags.
Starving seeds that leave the house to seek another light.
Clock the ones close to their teens.
Find a family without blood ties.
Fuck it yo’ it’s all love.
So they say until a way of change.
Hook
High rises low self esteems
Dreams get fucked by nightmares
Mental rape...
(x4)
Verse Two
How many faces do you keep close?
What ‘s trust in the jewel if you have to ask?
Broken wires still connect after simple repairs.
Warm stares in the flowers that grow towards love.
Depression of the writer fuels the need to write towards till death do us part.
So together towards the new covers.
The blanket in the night, much needed sleep.
Too much noise hard to find the silence.
Hard to turn away from counting sheep.
Picking flowers, petals in the garden full of no smiles.
On the port towards the chair… and the rope.
Or the strangers blood on my hands.
You take it how you want.
Tryna stay alive volume 5
No forgiveness.
Hook
High rises low self esteems
Dreams get fucked by nightmares
Mental rape...
(x4)
End speech…
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2.Speak What You Want
Written by Teknical Development.IS
(Start speech)
Verse One
Yo’ damaged by love how crawl the irony.
Life’s a lesson, end the class now?
Or stay til the end?
Daily expressions they put on hold.
Lack of concentration pick a wander.
But how long will you rest on the thought?
So many ideals never met.
Reflections of a better self never seen or felt in your everyday steps.
Shoot to kill or defend wasted dreams?
Past life calls with the cold in the screams.
Conversations with time to know the futures worth.
Speak in silence, vision in shadows they motivated by the other side.
Home is where the mind is.
Some get sick and tired of the same place of rest.
Pack the Tortoise shell… move on.
Turtles do the same fuck where you from.
Or what it looks like.
Live from the inside sings the same song.
Same feelings,,,,
Hook
Speak what you want.
Yo’ you can’t fool the ones that’s always listening.
We come and we go.
Leaving prints in other peoples memories.
Evoke emotions.
Speak what you want.
Yo’ you can’t fool the ones that’s always listening.
Ya heard..?
We come and we go.
Leaving prints in other peoples memories.
Evoke emotions.
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P.S. With Love
03:24
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3.P.S. With Love
Written by Teknical Development.IS
(Start speech)
Verse One
When the sounds plays and the drum kicks I spit love.
Speak the mind written reflected on the blank pages.
Mental rehearsals of the future walking on stages.
Tek the rebel break the revolution.
Just words with no actions, no colour codes.
Just the uniform to shape the mind.
Day by day, is it patience or the chance to reconnect will never come?
Drown the soul in spirits, small walls of percentage.
Tip some out for the unseen.
Intuitions screaming answers that hurt.
Scared to face the ugly blocks forward movement.
Mood affected before the rain fell.
Mind black before the eclipse hit.
Light in the strike makes you more precise.
Forever learning, mind wanders… Star Tek.
New journeys, love to travel pace the self when chasing dreams.
They turn to nightmares in the blink of an eye.
Down goes another one, hard to survive.
Hook
Chasing dreams or fight the nightmare out in the open?
Too close to close the door.
Can’t slame it shut.
No choice but to deal with this face to face.
Reflections.
(x2)
Verse Two
Lonely spaces, no creations, imaginations can’t conversate.
Attentions stollen, mental slave masters whip the body of thought.
Mental scars got people scared to think.
Can you relate?
Hear to see where i’m coming from.
Push the message through your mind's letter box.
Code times make way for frozen hands.
Break the ice raise the temperatures.
Polarise again, switching sides dusty rooms just need cleaning.
Mental homes where the mind lives.
The outside world reflect the turnaround.
Faith in the self makes the ropes disappear.
Leafs fall as the seasons change.
Reappear and do the same thing.
Works for nature not for me.
Does it work for you?
Can't deal with the same cards dealt.
Who holds the weight of the real change.
Too broke with legs to weak to walk.
Holes in pockets or the self beyond the standing figurine reflected.
Chasing dreams or fight the nightmare out in the open?
Too close to close the door.
Can’t slame it shut.
No choice but to deal with this face to face.
Reflections.
(x2)
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One To The Other
03:28
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4.One To The Other
Written by Teknical Development.IS
Verse One
Back to another pocket of thought.
Priceless values of another Human wander.
Do you value the self?
Not a question for the ego to answer.
How many days go by that turn to countless years do you stay silent?
Lost with understanding that you have no meaning.
With all the love I urge you to see the difference.
One to the other your close or not.
Beyond skin colour.
The trains of thoughts on this line rarely crash.
Vibrations of a simple creation.
The action, we all lose our path on this journey chosen.
See it as a lesson, the typical response.
Do you take the class again or move on.
Simple questions easier said than done.
So much attachments, fabrics of time we living in.
Word to the children up and coming.
Never lose imagination keep it running like the fun in the games.
If life's a joke we keep on laughing.
Builders of reality keep on building.
Think, Create, Living…
(Cuts)
Verse Two
Slow down travel at your own pace.
Word to the wise.
Stab me now, soon the get back.
Between the metaphor some can’t handle sharp truth.
Carry pain for years, that's all I know.
Out of control, out of service, no fix in the future schedule.
The choice in the mix..
The mix placed within the oven serves poison.
We in a time where it was the same as before.
Nothing changes?
Same old phases, same old faces.
Get treated with the harmful difference.
No equalities, family trees get cut by the core.
Forever the poor overlooked.
Refugees only welcome when they make another country money.
United Kingdom on some slave shit.
Smaller boats, not as big as slave ships.
But they still float.
The irony ain't far to see.
Pick a colour, will you love it as one of your own?
Shouldn't be a question.
Watch who you stand with.
Speak your mind without fear.
Always remember courtesy.
Disrespect the other based on what you think you know.
Fool,,, your days are numbered when you living on that autopilot.
(End speech)
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5.Scratch The Surface (The Needle & The Words)
Written by Teknical Development.IS
Verse One
So precise the time dies.
Deadlines this blank page before the ink speaks life.
The voice it sounds the words in written language.
A piece of the self.
Not a sacrifice, just a poet at work, art of expression.
Respect to the ones that read these words flowing.
Get a deeper meaning.
Step into the world of the other.
Interest sparks the gamble.
Think twice before you cross white lines.
The rope still exist, the lynch is more than physical.
Place your trust in the miracle.
Told unknown natural ways we all hold.
So many drop their trust in the self and freely place it in the hands of the other.
The controller, life played like a fixed game.
Nothing more then certain end soon to come.
Quicker than the planned or the plan is set.
At this point it's too late to tell.
But now you know that time is a lie.
You can’t wait for the change.
The change waits for you with open arms.
(Cuts)
Verse Two
So many passing signals.
Do you have the eyes to see?
Or the ears to hear?
Thank you my dear.
5 letter name, patience hangs the one who's waiting.
Both wait but there's two kinds.
The one of control.
The one who’s standing still wasting away.
Stuck on repeat, painfully on hold.
Expressions on mute.
Fear in the step to break away, break the chains, kill the master.
Brave… no longer the slave, no longer the one with curtains closed.
The one who holds now fresh flowers to place on graves.
Show respect but now turn your back and live another life.
Cry til the river forms and sail away.
The Captain of the Ships of controlled emotion.
Next to train the use.
The untold unknown known devices.
Internal world unfolds.
Get to know the difference, the feelings, experience.
(Cuts)
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Just A Rhyme
03:08
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6.Just A Rhyme… Side by side
Written by Teknical Development.IS
Verse One
Look around you does your surroundings make sense?
Do you live life or stuck in the past?
Thoughts of better days frozen on hold.
Warm hands can’t melt the ice, to cold to hold.
Fires in the air, keep your closest at bay.
Closed curtains blocks the windows can’t see in.
Lock doors, lost keys, can’t reopen.
Picture where you stand beyond this moment.
Pick a path like these words chosen.
Love the circle but hate the same old loop.
Even odds of what happens next.
Sometime… everyday everyone straight vexed.
Can’t heal in the place that kills the spirit.
Fools wander turning over cards.
What does the archetype expose?
Language of the vision in code.
See to message, blank faces no expression.
Create the smile, to much noise in the mind.
To much outside interference.
Change the channel, adjust to new styles,
Hook
Step by step think of where you going.
Step by step building on progression.
Side by side is the movement with your peoples tight?
Is the circle strong beyond the flip of the coin?
(x2)
Verse Two
Drop the jewel leave it.
What’s it's worth when it really ain’t yours?
Fading from existence many feel it.
Time and place.
Many chose to come, many chose to go.
Young and the old fighting for survival.
Kick the bucket now we all roam free.
Where do we go from here?
Just a thought whispered.
Who you are today can change by tomorrow.
Word life oversee the prophecies of self.
Nothing set in stone and if so break the wall.
Pieces crumble caused by the strength in your touch.
Hand me grace and the return remains humble.
Park life where the swings are free.
Barren lands of no fun.
The youth can’t exercise being young.
Curse the natures of the day.
Pissed in the shell, everyone looks on.
Off goes attention.
The pen in hand captures mental focus.
Imagination part of the equation.
Action part of doing.
Only you can build the difference.
Hook
Step by step think of where you going.
Step by step building on progression.
Side by side is the movement with your peoples tight?
Is the circle strong beyond the flip of the coin?
(x2)
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What’s the Art Worth?
03:06
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7.What’s the Art Worth?
Written by Teknical Development.IS
Verse One
Purple skies blessed the vision as I wrote this.
Another Sun dying spoken through colour.
Yo’ praise the day for the ones next to rise.
For now i’m waiting for the Moon light.
Luna Tek, break the circle fuck the project.
Work out equation vinyl+digital equals corrupt poison in the stream.
Tampered waters like sabotaging ancestors.
Nil by mouth watch the company you keep.
Multiple smiles in disguise but one disturbing style.
Clock the pattern that never changes.
Weak arms of no trust.
How far can you throw?
Break the mould or give another chance?
One last dance?
Whatever happened in the mix of art?
Love..? kick the face of wickedness.
No more equals.
Hold on be strong is what the song said.
Tie the rope, climb the chair is what the mind said.
Hook
What’s this art worth?
Body and soul, lose your mind.
Behind the curtains, the scene out of control.
The art they show, nothing but fuckery.
Mental disease that leave your mind twist.
(x2)
Verse Two
Ghost in the shell the audience isn’t real.
Some pay the cost of blind eyes.
The countless views.
Deaf ears that fix numbers.
Spot the lie, broken links diverted from the source.
True creators, stuck kept in the dark.
Ill like organised crime.
The untold already known ways behind the scene.
We plant the flowers and they pick the petals.
Another poet back to the soils.
How strong are your roots?
Respect to the artists that never dies.
Forever living never giving up.
Yo’ bless the true faces all around them.
Support is needed, no words in vain.
So best believe the words of the frustrated.
No fears break your senses of this false security.
Strictly for all forever remain humble.
But never the fool, 40th chamber.
3 more steps complete the shape of the 8.
The magic number the soul knows.
So…
Hook
What’s this art worth?
Body and soul, lose your mind.
Behind the curtains, the scene out of control.
The art they show, nothing but fuckery.
Mental disease that leave your mind twist.
Mental disease that leave your mind twist.
Mental disease that leave your mind twist.
(Cuts)
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8.A Smile Today
Written by Teknical Development.IS
Verse One
Time to rise up woke with a smile today.
Rare thing something different in the air.
Maybe the sound, maybe the change in mind.
Vibrations of another kind.
Old ways wave goodbye with tears.
Capital punishment is coming.
Internal crowds standing at the gallows.
No screaming, silence screams the moment.
Birds fly without the fear of the sky falling.
The vibe today feeling easy.
The truth today kind enough to speak emotion.
Let it go without violent rage.
Clear waters, no percentage, the glass is even.
Always poetry, Noel speaks the middle ground.
Word to the spirits, part the sentence with a thought before the next words.
Who puts their life on the line ya test the future.
Respect to internal builders, innovators.
Humanitarians that put others first.
A blessing to the Earth.
Each and everyone of you.
Hook
Just another vibe.
Just another day in the life.
Breaking down the path to the smile.
Light to the style.
Lift your senses.
Hit ya with the force.
The art of expression.
(x2)
Verse Two
Yo’ power moves every direction.
Yo’ what’s your journey out the window contemplating positive steps.
Before the action, Think.Create.Live before just do it.
No rules to break before what is.
Act on the measure.
First new regret could ruin your life.
Call it a lesson.
These scapegoats laugh waiting for the repeated moment.
Monotonous cycles, today the circle is broken on purpose.
No cure to fix these old reflections.
Kick em’ out the mental house.
Like abusive partners.
Don’t care for self then who will?
Self defence control, trap, subdue.
Respect to the teacher out of sight but never out of mind.
Test the physical you feel the stress die.
Magic in the number, peace to De La.
Work the Soul building on the mental, physical, spiritual.
Push the message till I kick the bucket.
Return to Earth and spit it again.
Hook
Just another vibe.
Just another day in the life.
Breaking down the path to the smile.
Light to the style.
Lift your senses.
Hit ya with the force.
The art of expression.
(x2)
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NOEL IS London, UK
NOEL IS
*formally Teknical Development IS
THINK. CREATE. LIVE.
1/2 of OBBA SUPA
1/3 of Man Of Boom
1/4 of Omniverses
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