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Intro
01:54
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Written by Teknical Development .IS
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Ninjaz In The Mist feat. Christmaz &Tesla
Hook
Fuckas wanna know what‘s on my mind /
I found my destiny, that‘s why i grind /
Taken ya, back to basics, cause ya acts are blind /
Ya digging the lines that i write,
that‘s why ya minds aligned /
Verse One
Christmaz
Ittz Mr christmaz back in business /
With tesla, pickin the pieces /
To the puzzle, brought brains, soul,
gold, mind and muscle /
(to your Face) Who are u, what itz that? /
Who u rolling with? /
Figub Brazlevič, chick want us on some gangsta shiat / Catchin fox dreams, like Pokemon /
Suckas, just mad cause I build like Salomon /
Im the word whisper, the story teller /
The narrator, dreadz long king,
hunting like the predator /
I know u want it, WOOT?/
The style got dammit, my level in it /
Got, me teaching like Kemet /
Diggedi boom, diggedy bap /
Your rap, wacker then crap /
Never depending on your music,
to putt Ninjas on the map /
We Jump the gap, spin the loop /
Float with space /
Until the music come blasting in your Holy place/
Like ho ho ho, open up the fucking door /
Me an ninjas, feeling the hunger, like hard core /
Huh‘ Huh‘ But now I‘m almost, with the puzzle /
So respect my hustle, my mind my muscle /
Hook
Fuckas wanna know what‘s on my mind /
I found my destiny, that‘s why i grind /
Taken ya, back to basics, cause ya acts are blind /
Ya digging the lines that i write /
that‘s why ya minds aligned/
Verse Two
Teknical Development.IS
Landed on this Planet with the skills
past the basics of rhymin /
What‘s the logic when you use your
craft in negative ways? /
Smoking on this home grown /
Wrote this Ninja scroll all alone /
Respect to Jubei /
Hold that Sword tight, Swing it right /
What‘s left in life after personal wars/
Face the mind, decline in Love /
Whilst the lust hangs lifeless /
What‘s your freedom worth when your brothers and sisters still fucked /
Stuck in submission, they rather die then live /
Will you stop or walk on by? /
Tell me no lies /
Either way the truth will manifest /
The days are numbered /
Mark my words on paper/
Ink spill like the blood of a slave /
Holdin down the spirits, simple natures of Tek /
Respect the self and the others /
Love grows since birth and its never ending /
Omnipotent like the poetry I spill /
Word to the spirit, turn it up and amplify the message /
Lets the peoples spread the word and vibe to this /
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3. |
Till The Beat Won't Stop
04:35
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Till The Beat Won’t Stop
Verse One
Teknical Development.IS
Early hours, open up my pages like my owers /
Waiting for the suns presence /
I’m rising to this cycle of rhyme, the sound is special /
Caught within dimension of rhythm /
The movement for the body/
Hand in hand love and hate, the secret marriage /
Divorce papers take to time,
it’s back to the patients but I’m tired/
Tired of the same ol’ thing /
I spittin with these words I’m rollin with the peoples /
Just a mirror re ection I’m physically alone /
My dreams they walk within the shadows /
The light in the dark it blinks the spark
in the quest of abstract journeys /
Short days and long nights the time on
this playground it means nuthin/
No fears to step into the realms of the difference /
Cold crush this cold shell with easy tactics /
Chant the meaning let me stop here /
The doors are closed how pleasing do I mean it /
Analyse the craft and you decide and let me know /
Tokes lifted Kali misted sagas, personal
wonders of an emcee /
Invisible species, the path you soon get to know /
Feel the wonders meditated in between the sound /
The small spaces of my silence/
Focus pointed the ngers raised
in direction of oneness /
Can’t cut these corners circulated, no squares,
no harsh shapes, no flow stable movement /
Peace to all my bredrins, pens tip still upon the pages /
Alert but I’m rested peep the hands of illusion /
It’s just past FOR:AM journey once again/
Changing but the storm of the past weathers still strong past the clouds y the return of migration /
The birds of prey circle the sky /
The mental desert, the service is
dry but still the one ower /
Closed petals sweet dreamer egos smile with desires to destroy the self /
So why fear the raft of your enemy?/
When domestic internal violence rebels /
Poisonous mechanics plant the poetry /
Cut it, clone it, root it watch it grow
natural skills from the essence /
Tap the mental concentration, Live within it /
The every word to form this vessels presence/
Can’t neglect the crying skill /
Just a weapon, for powerful expression /
Learn/Teaching vision/
Hear to see the pictures of decision,
the meaning of my message /
Articulated from the boredom random rhyme design /
Many styles 3’s is not enough, rock forever /
Back N forth life aint shit dam
right peoples you special /
Heard the tears drop reverse the movement /
Internal warmth evaporate the
pain from the ground up /
Break disguised lines different faces never seen /
The voices never heard, hold the waters /
Can’t drop this bucket of discipline, its personal /
Vital energies they slippin /
Feel the pulse, pull the curtains see the aura /
Daylight approaching, another day from
the lands of this board game /
Will you take the chance of change? /
Or stay intoxicated from the place of no movements/
Hook
Funky head nodding to the beat wont stop /
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We Are Hip Hop feat. Noritsu
Verse One
Teknical Development.IS
Golden wonders of a rhyming dreamer /
The journeys cosmic, classic quest
of new dimensions /
Different night the same direction from the base up /
The crown is waiting the coil
unravels the snakes of love /
Chakras spinning, the frequencies they heal /
Hear it in the portals of sound/
The youth scream with that negative harmonies /
Beat up in the back of police transit vans /
Drive the roads of Babylon, soon
the queens head rolls /
Repeat it like an in nite echo /
Unseen pain from the faces of my peoples roaming /
Open up the self-absorb this dope vibration /
From the spliffted dramas to conversations old mystics, old faces where there life don’t end /
Some choose when to go, walk the
pavements of the other side /
No stress’s but anew spirit without a physical body /
Times alone many souls felt /
I see em in colour, the gurines of what used to be /
I’m waiting patiently stoned for the day
I contact my homie Shane again /
Hook
Tek N Figub, This is Hip Hop /
We are Hip Hop, Tek N Figub /
We are Hip Hop /
Verse Two
Teknical Development.IS
Picture perfect from the realms of mental egos /
Broken windows of this life science /
Break the image, marvel splendid watch
the devices of nature’s grow /
Personal endeavours, peep the
msg from the underworld /
Spy games internal vision, I rest eternal /
Olds souls the gang of travellers /
Nuthin stays the same so make way /
For the open doors close your eyes and
imagine the sounds hold you in a capsule/
Or the hands of freedom rocks the cradle /
Once a man twice a baby /
Respect the elder they call him Michael/
Muma, Papa I Tek continue the mystical cycle /
No time from the warzone of poisonous realities /
Plastic snakes, twisted politics and
the place nature gets hung /
We watch in a rage but to shook to make a change /
Point the finger, best hope you staring in the mirror /
Study re ection and if you lucky you
might watch it fade away /
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5. |
The Still Picture
03:44
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The Still Picture
Verse One
Teknical Development.IS
From broken pavements to the cleanness of soils /
Its Black or White fuck a language an image /
Can’t express this any further, simple
views of a mic spitter /
The picture from the stages, its shows
many cultures holding it down /
For the simple choice of living, rap
it has this type of unity /
But peep the image of your favourite emcees /
What do they really think? /
Can they stand this vision burning from the inside? /
Tek I’m laughing freely /
I know my roots, the spirits, they walk with me
they talk with me they speak through me /
Power from the face and mind behind the skins /
Don’t get it twisted, I twist the soul of a racist /
Just the thought make the blood release pain /
Calm down Tek /
No moments in the now’s to step backwards /
Hold the love like a still picture /
From your point of view what’s the word on this?/
Last question, if you die now with these
words the very last you ever heard/
Would you turn in your grave?/
Verse Two
Teknical Development.IS
Ugly nights, stormy weathers /
From the place we call home,
London the house of terror /
I beg the youth start to take control of self /
Realise potentials of your hunger /
Play this through your headphones /
Next time police they try their bull shit you tell em’ no /
My hands in cuffs will spark your worst fears /
Intelligent rampage, you smash the school windows /
The radio is just whores n bitches /
Poisonous voices, the venom out the speakers /
Protect your drums, hold your instruments sacred /
Murder on the wall backwards /
Just a strong drink with a twist /
Change the meaning, living alchemy /
So tell me please what you scared of?/
You travel the world, rap the vehicle /
The sound it represents the planet /
You’re the spinning object in the skies /
Just another visitor observing how we planned it /
The life we living /
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Beyond The Drums
03:36
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Beyond The Drums
Verse One
Teknical Development.IS
You ever feel the pain where expressions is frozen? / Can’t explain the cycles in fear /
Rejection! Blast your frame /
Close the doors on depression/
You x the self the arts of life is all around us/
Do you see it? Feel the presence/
Spirits they mingle, they smile from the other side / Work the mind to work the sound /
The vision framed by the truth /
Natures blessing, to spit my word /
The bride she dies yo every night, hurt by
And every morning picking up the pieces
Watch your step death don’t give a fuck /
Labelled crazy when you talk on
visions past the two windows /
The blinds are closed, peeping
unseen starring from the 3rd /
The only thing option, living on this dying
Health is wealth keep it spinning, like the
No cliché, just some realness /
Its Tek N Figub droppin ill dope shit /
It’s something missing from the world of Hip Hop / Roll the dices on the risk of 6’s /
I take the pain and swop you for my 8’s no debates / Test the word and witness mental science in motions / The early warnings /
Darker side of peers are coming, ght or
ight, I’m high enough so I’m staying /
Rap forever past the physical /
Its Teknical working with the spiritual /
Hook
Yo yo yo Figub do you hear em calling? /
I thought I heard em calling /
I feel em’ watching... staring /
Standing from the other side /
No harm is done /
All they really wanna do is feel the vibe and take a listen /
Verse Two
Teknical Development.IS
Rested silent till the sound decides to join the journey / Applied skills when the scribble scratches the canvas / Scriptures form cosmic wonders /
Touch the source, the chain of raw styles /
Frequencies to heal the system sitting
nervous, lost in the stress /
Yo feel the sound to kill the cancer /
Respect life, the self and the other /
Son of a bitch love to hate /
Smash dem old ways, your man enough to kill /
But not a bitch enough to walk away /
Survival mode from the paintings of war /
Police roll but so do the youth /
I put it on my life, more to die/
London aint seen shit, so fuck a riot/
Now they join the other side /
Parents at graves they violently crying /
Death stands smiling orchestras playing
the melodies of resurrection /
The new life’s yo out the speakers
till another assassination /
No patients for the type of games reality be playing/
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Gang Of Trees
Verse One
Teknical Development.IS
How many words, can explain this type of emotion /
And even the silence it plays its own noise /
Avoiding the place to listen, man of my words /
Planet cries stuck in submission /
So from a personal space /
How the fuck you think the people living on it be feeling? /
I had to travel just to spit this my word /
What a journey, every day we spliffed, lifted with hardly any sleep/
Just for you to play this out your speakers /
Some lock themselves up in a room, and cut themselves in the darkness /
Just to feel the pleasures fuck it /
If it makes you smile let it be, sick pleasure /
The doll it sits upon the shelf, they look like you /
My craft it sharpen needles, peace to Haiti /
Magic lives, its freedom from the art of Tek /
No wars but respect this brown vessel /
All this reality it has to offer is the tactics
of pain and mental restriction /
Fuck it break the cycle of breathing lies /
Loading up my peace /
Let me blast my rounds of liberation /
No pains when we drop this life science /
Love the dead but for now I’m living /
I’m tryna kick it living with my rebels/
Verse Two
Teknical Development.IS
Yo’ Respect to my parents, peace to my friends /
They working hard on this planet earth /
I bet their vessels are tired /
Their souls they holding baggage /
I swear to God in self I hope I’m wrong /
But If I’m right my hand is out forever/
Offer me a slice of your pains/
We deal with it together /
No face in the quest of life /
The ugly bliss twisted stresses of the now’s and thens / Remember sitting young with a
view hard to comprehend /
Chasing spirits, the visions were
different the smiles were bigger /
My aura screaming with them healthy colours /
Now this author sits older and wiser
But still in the motions to spark new connections /
Bless these words holding a séance
left hand upon the pages /
To feel their rooted past /
The place they used to stand a part of nature /
Gang of trees waving in the breeze /
Now they just a lost gem in the
dirt of my rhyme styles /
Yo i'm out peace /
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The Afterlife Feat. Rob Really &BadFX
Verse One
Teknical Development.IS
Yo’ the scriptures burning /
Coded sources archetype it spits the pictures /
The web is far from perfect /
Pain it smokes the night away/
Nocturnal spiders, calculated rap science /
Death hung from the place I was born/
Cried in its face kicking life, its Teknical re ecting /
The mirror smash for many years now /
Rage sparks new claps /
From the hand of new emotions /
Trapped by the spinning gates /
From where I live the faces cry with many fears/
Tears nightmares they rape your dreams/
Aspirations, no inspirations F it let it be /
How many times will the chance come
around before the heart stops /
You feel the funk tryptamine dreams, natural release /
No cameras but one vision behind the face /
Its mind control, from the screens destroy the youth /
Peace to my daughters /
Papa won’t allow the spells of life to capture you /
You feel the vibe, corrupted souls broken vessels /
Watch the young ones, yo I’m serious /
Spit with a passion, no restricted rhymes styles /
Spit what I want so fuck a subject /
Tek hug the mysteries of the random /
I love the natures of rap /
The life in its word and sound /
The healing wonders like its magic/
Rolling like the wheels on a board /
So many tricks in life, but we far from stopping /
Verse Two
Teknical Development.IS
Back to walking the lonely paths of the mind /
The personal chambers where the
rhyme sparks the pattern /
The meaning to spit this /
Chosen words, the rested life on the pages /
Created movement, circulated lyrical direction /
Travel round the source and break the codec /
Back to the start open doors to the sentence /
No locks, just your ears to walk
the sound and listen /
Rhyme the canvas, my painting from
the place of the different /
The strange watch from their egger positions/
Smiling humbly they praise what
was heard for the moment /
Timeless we last forever, dropping
this illness, dope shit /
Flickers approach the light is fading /
The pages rise towards a closer /
Covers closed so now it’s back to the judgments /
No fears on your views/
No image from the realms we live within/
Tek, Figub, RobForReal kill your whole rap science/
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Too Many Pictures
03:04
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Too Many Pictures
Verse One
Teknical Development.IS
Painting pictures, yo the rhyme displays the illess /
The canvas is never hung /
Play this freely peace to all dem souls jamin /
From the other side those homeless /
Struck by the hardness or the drugs /
Reverse the thirst, the hate and spread the love /
Some sell death for a better living /
Beware on your children when they grow up /
You a parent and your child can’t kick the habit /
Take a petal from the arts of magic /
Field of illusion aint easy to break /
Meditated crazy exposers of another vision /
Sub divided liberated species, the same
strength exist underground power/
Feel the roots grow, keep your holy waters,
bless this with my own intention/
The snake its rested smokes rises, we spliffted scriptures existed mystic from the mental chalice /
Funk for life, trip from the dreams of open eyes /
Watch the cycle unfold /
Peoples hold tight we peddle dope styles /
Verse Two
Teknical Development.IS
Stress creates the cancer, round
and round we go owing /
Who will drink from these waters? /
Realness screams from the source of who
provides the chance to breath /
Holding my form sacred, footwork breaks the
master locks, stretching the physical /
Dread the cycle when the light infects your darkness / Spiritual wars played by the masters of the mental /
Capabilities they rest asleep they dormant /
Play this loud wake the neighbours
in self the walls are thin/
Touch the wonders of the engineering, hold it silent/
Just listen whilst you feel this up lift the pattern /
The feeling uplifts the pattern of what’s predicted /
No direction towards that one colour /
Feel the pains of all souls behind
the face of those near /
Fuck your lies for the path of a better living /
Caught up in the stupid politics, lust for power /
Just supremacists from a destructive culture /
Destroy em‘ emotions your one of the same ugly thing /
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10. |
3 Wonderers
02:19
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3 Wonderers
Verse
Teknical Development.IS
Yo’ strange styles broken windows
Let the weathers scream/
Unstable holding it down /
Leaning on the bass like it’s a wall/
Abstract circulation, listen to my written /
Since the conception the path unsafe /
But still we test these waters /
Toking waiting for the points to travel /
Opposite two of my closest /
Ayahuasca components work out the equation/
Light the fire, rest still blissful as time dies /
Assassinated by these true natures /
No violence, just the source of illusion partly broken /
Not active for this moment/
Only the traces meditated states drip from the mind /
Whilst I continue to scratch the page with oneness /
In nite direction archetypal collage on the canvas /
Binded pages break free, no chains /
Warriors run the lands of sounds /
Watch no face fear no taxes/
No ropes held by the opposite hands/
This aint a dream so fuck you, this my reality /
I burn the rope stained by the blood
and fears of dem hunted souls /
Died so many times journey back to earth more than boring / Spaceships fly as the entities they walk pass you different /
Walk by slowly on the daily. /
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The Everyday Headnod
Verse One
Teknical Development.IS
So many dramas /
Yo the footage rest upon the shoulders /
Internal weakness, internal lights /
They icker from the strains of life /
Alone from the place light has to pay the price /
So many candles burn in preparation for the warmth /
Beware on the strongest of winds /
They curse the pleasures of your stillness/
Peep the msg in-between the thought /
Stoned days but I look towards the health /
See me broken when the will dies /
For now I’m living, stable vibration /
Cut the strings, no controls from the poisonous hands / Dance abstract life melodic, no care for my steps /
Nuthin perfect, peace to Ahgori /
Play it only if you feel this /
Fuck your wasted energy in vain /
The shield is rested/
Reminiscing on the future/
Everything is clear /
Splendid vision on existence /
The fabrics we created is priceless /
It’s full of bliss /
The method far from different /
Like the same face but internal formation has shifted/
From the mind per-position levitated, far from games /
From the soul of life controls /
Teknical Development THE IS, Peace to Figub /
Verse Two
Teknical Development.IS
Yo’ yo’ crying strings turn to smiles when the
family of sound they come together /
No surrender for peace from the wars
for expressing the forever silent/
Will they accept this type of conversation /
Communication crippled by the truth /
They say they pro black, but sold crack to black /
My peers can go to hell /
Don’t exist, let me spark the pictures of your ending /
Tragic symphonies that make hasty advances /
Out the world of rap, destroy the image, Tek and Shiva /
The stage will crumble from the movement
of crews with weak hearts /
The mirror ripples with that soft turbulence /
Re ection of the self, unstable amongst
the chaos of decision /
If you love what you do then you
need to make it happen /
Pointless in the hope in trust and faith for your peoples /
No sorry except my words with love/
Fuck a 9 till 5 /
Stretch the slave and watch the skin rip /
Freedom walking, smiling little stresses it’s all good /
No more strength to walk in numbers /
So much to offer truly peace to Lloyd /
He watch out for my family /
Connections with your peoples should be
past the styles, the sounds and lyrics /
And back to the love, no re ection /
No restrictions we do this for a meaning/
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Alone At The Broken Home
03:11
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Alone At TheBroken Home
Verse One
Teknical Development.IS
The force the strongest yo’ you ever felt /
You ever tried to push this vibe away, you scared /
Body frozen whilst the night talks
with hunting feelings /
Cold conversation with the paranoia /
Crazy eyes are watching, catch a breath /
You can’t lift them arms and the ball drops/
It rolls away wrong direction /
Nuthins there and you fall like a drunk /
Stuck on all fours, kiss the feet of the unseen /
Tears ow like a deep wound, death is all around us /
Hold the hands of life like a child,
the roads are far from safe /
Nobody cares, yo what’s the option? /
Look towards the hope in pray?/
Our Father cheated on a nation
left Mama home alone/
Heaven nuthin but a broken home /
Fatherless no faith in return, so from a
shell of an adult I speak with reason /
What you seek is re ection and
better than the one you see /
Nuthin dies so just build on the life
you express as disease /
People’s please, your pain aint shit
but a x for the starving /
The ones ready feeding off the souls, trapped entities /
They look like you and me smiling from the outside /
But screaming with the violence
behind unseen screens /
Verse Two
Teknical Development.IS
Desperate natures when I spit in vain /
Scratch the plastic reverse the cycle /
Let it go replay the message, Sent the parcel /
Behind the thin lines of the physical / ExperimentalstylesinBoomBap/
Check it yo the seals are broken, the box unlocked /
No thefts theme, you can’t steel what’s given for free /
The styles are priceless, fuck a record label /
Major and independent vinyl spin /
Pocket empty can’t live on love /
Take your pick, live with no regrets /
Hang the self in fear of them deadly returns /
And kill the karma you control reality bitch /
Yo make it happen /
Tears from the face of Africa holding it
down with the rest of the planet /
The world is spinning patiently, from different places /
YO! If you watch the tables turn, enjoy the smiles /
Work it out don’t ask me why, I heard
the rumours of the ugly return /
The hurt was revenge where nobody learnt /
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Wild Flowers (The Musical)
Verse One
Teknical Development.IS
High times I’m floating /
Climb the natures of the mind to pick these words like fruits /
The basket is never full, so much space in nothing /
And smash the brackets equation escaped /
Crying mathematicians hooked on ending complication /
No power in knowledge unless you teach /
Speaking from dimension special griping neck of death /
Life was the ransom and what’s the options? /
No time to think we let it live /
Earth a place too sick to live forever/
Scheduled meetings no reflection /
Sun light is beaming who was the vision? /
The pleasure brought confusion /
The price was concentration /
Standing windows broke, shattered glass/
Rage motivates new direction /
Calm the self to keep that life force circulating /
Secret life of plants whisper all around this vessel /
The bar strictly for the peoples connected /
The consciousness is special from the ones living rooted in them soils /
Standing firm, no voices but the words are heard loud and clear /
From the mental, who told them lies? /
The pain its tells the truth /
Health from the stems of life /
Flower power break your head off if
you curse the will of the natural /
Save the spinning marble from destruction /
Before we all roll down the drain,
can’t resist life forever/
So I’m picking from the elds expressing experience /
From the life of standing entities,
purpose build dem seeds /
Shadows dance when we plant em’ properly /
And holding it down til‘ the sun rises /
Energy is given, strength needs to break the surface of infinity/
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14. |
A Monkey Called Nature
04:20
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A Monkey Called Nature
Verse One
Teknical Development.IS
Many talk on the past based on the word of mouth /
Hear these words, from the soul the burning patience /
Pass this whip around and feel the screams/
Can you take the slave /
Sorry the ancestors and look em in the face? /
Expect grace, expect old souls hug your spirit /
Your visions on events will end in tears /
Playing loud from the spiritual sides /
Everydayheadnod/ In disgrace from the place I listen,
twisted arts over Boom Bap /
Tek I landed with the skills unique /
Touching the sound, smoke with the creator /
Mixed pleasures, no pyramids in the cypher /
Just circles that last forever /
The puzzle to the darkness is far from complete /
Fuck knowledge when your principles to present
light lack the sense to pass what’s common /
Warlocks, the devil got no structure but
a word that lives from the heart /
Can’t feed the beast of new era /
My hat backwards Teach Learning /
Your message feeds the system you against /
But then again a bitch needs to be impressed /
Undress a whore /
Conniving minds behind the bliss of ill rhyme spitters/
Risky but death has a beauty /
Catch this simplicity /
If liberation and peace means your heart on a plate /
Will you present the sharpest blade for
the last that will ever shed blood? /
Hold them owers, shallow graves /
Rest blood on your skins, the art at its most willing /
No secrets keep from the windows
staring from this face /
Black magic has a reflection and they call it Tek
Hook
Standing from the light /
The dark a lot can change from the
lands where nuthins perfect /
Straight spiting, no point breaking it down /
The ships already sunk /
Monkey see, monkey do /
From the eyes of nature monkeys getting smarter /
Verse Two
Teknical Development.IS
Died enjoyed death and slipped into another dream /
Enjoyed rhymes, enjoyed life /
Every moment part of the canvas /
The floors of the divine /
Ego had a body the violent moment of self/
Ugly wars where God hung from the liars rope /
Ethic cries still cry /
Alone till the point at the sharpest tip /
And pierce the ink walls holding every colour /
I dare you walk forward and try cleanse these floors /
A whisper of your name spat in to the fires /
We examine how far we can stretch this weirdness /
Dope ness, this illness prepare peace witch doctor /
Burning bushes, so much eyes who
stand dressed looking normal /
No fears till the doors knock with your number /
When I say you, I mean those who
think I’m talking directly at em’/
Mirror re ection, no names its part of the image /
The mysteries of paranoia, no mind games /
Just the choice to walk the wonders /
Unclear but focused in the everyway/
Forever step into the circle of a genuine light /
Applied science of self, lyrical styles /
Hold what I know at most from the
moment the angle sharper /
Like Basic Imitation Through Emceeing /
The early days of rhyming /
Peace to those who know it /
Made by the forever closest /
Assassination can never affect us /
Same shit cracking just the fact that they don’t exist / Imitation over the sound, love it /
Same undertones in-between the lines
of words strung together in ows /
Violent hype, mixed with aggressive footage /
Realty of the physical tells so many different stories /
Negative energies, slow moving Chakras /
Poison hiss from the snakes rested /
From the dark parts of the mind /
The verse broken down develops so many pictures /
Hook
Standing from the light /
The dark a lot can change from the
lands where nuthins perfect /
Straight spiting, no point breaking it down /
The ships already sunk /
Monkey see, monkey do /
From the eyes of nature monkeys getting smarter /
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15. |
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Poetry Is Movin’
Verse One
Teknical Development.IS
Every day head nod /
The arts of expressing sound n word /
The earth internal spins faster /
When you chant the scrolls composed
from the other side /
Change the frequencies, instruments they
playing from the chambers inside /
There live the musicians we let them
pay the arts of expression /
The word n sound repeat it in the
cypher with difference /
Settle peoples life to long to live with closed doors /
Police roam defend the self accordingly /
Choose your weapons of peace /
No hope in image of intimidation saving
you from brutalities whip /
Soon the rage of the youth will spark /
Let all raised hands towards the youth be
cursed with them broken feelings /
Forever hold unseen pain
Smash the windows break the spells /
Life returns to how it should be /
Moving on like you tryna shake the past/
Disturbing memories they got you hanging/
ryna catch a quick breath... can’t /
For every one track, ends after acceptance
and from another page of life lives rap /
No said page number on the end of the chapter /
And fire burns like the mental corners its spreading fast /
No one’s close enough to save me with their waters /
Too much poison, but nuthins pure /
Not even blood owing from the
canvas behind my skins /
Verse Two
Teknical Development.IS
Smoke rising as the words falling through the mist /
Towards the grounded pages /
Sound clouds scale the skies of mental projection /
The weathers from these walking planets
talk with natures out the speakers /
Whoever thought politics once again would crack their ugly smile /
And fool a nation the voice behind the mask speaks again /
The Earth bullied by these other planets in universal playgrounds /
And nuthins learnt but be sure there many ways to teach /
Don’t allow the heart to stop /
When the force to see becomes your last vision /
Some will say live life how you want /
Tek agrees, but wipe them tears when destruction breaks /
Bless experience new doors open /
Rap just a portal for the message /
The sound coats the skins like a jacket /
Peep the warmth, universal size it ts all /
Its cold outside /
You wear it, feel the difference /
Teks last words /
Not for now but forever /
I spit this for the peoples /
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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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