The Recap, by Freak 1

The Recap

by Freak 1

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1.	RECAP BEGINS / INTRO 02:47	lyrics	buy track
1. Let me tell you of the days of high adventure! 2. Needless to say I was prescribed Xanax. 3. The thing about this drug was the failure to see how difficult it would be to stop and how intensely people would be attracted to it. 4. When did you sense something was wrong? When I tried to stop taking it. 5. We realized on September the eleventh two thousand one that killers could destroy innocent life. 6. He said he’d love me forever if I smoked crack with him. Girl screaming. 7. I am a former Los Angeles Police narcotics detective and I worked South Central Los Angeles, and I will tell you director (?) that the agency has dealt drugs throughout this country for a long time. The crowd of angry citizens begins to cheer. 8. We have no evidence of a conspiracy by the CIA to engage in encouraging drug traffickers. 9. Now take the pill and put it in your mouth. SWALLOW IT! 10. All of the categories of psychiatric drugs are extremely addictive. 11. Every time we try to get away they keep shooting more tear gas. Everyone’s moving, everyone’s trying to get away, no one knows WHY they continue to fire into the crowd!
2.	ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT / EMERGENCY 01:29	lyrics	buy track
Way past the age where the others were dating he was still trill street urchin urging. No sense of time or urgency, soul trapped on the block, emergency! Watching junkies getting chased (while they were) puking (I was) getting smacked! Older felon cats hating Opie (Taylor were) pulling gats. Frail and meek, escape my isolation, flailing geek on Robitussin. Meager schemes, wet dreams of quarter oz.’s and 8 ounce wets (bottles of Robitussin). Want to jet? FINISH HIGH SCHOOL! Think I’m cool? (Really I was) a scared fool. (A false) facade (I) rocked it, jocks beat it, gats blasting, (heli)copter (search light) beams tracing pistols (that were) smoking! One pill times two hundred on Tussin and (free)base blasted my face! STILL my WORST addiction brick coating fluid friction. Cops chasing me fence hopping, FUCK PROBATION! Judge Mock (this was my judge’s actual name and he did mock me) mock ya, CLEAN MY STORAGE LOCKER, ASCETIC aesthetic ROCKA!
3.	IT'S A NEW YEAR / EVERY DAY REBORN ME SEES IT CLEAR 03:10	lyrics	buy track
1. They will tell you, you are having rebound anxiety or rebound depression or rebound psychosis and they will insist that you go back on your drugs and sometimes even increase the dosage of your drugs. 2. Dis what we do baby! 3. Uhhh, who’s there?! 4. (After end of first verse) Your precious book of spells will be quite safe here, I assure you. 5. Fuck these fucking cocksuckers man! Verse 2: Escaping out of helicopter beams I got light like weightless lead iridescent streams. Cut the puppet from his fucking string. Feel the tingle in your spine and things.
4.	HOVERING 04:23	lyrics	buy track
Hovering with a bloody murderous smile, (that) happy happy kid wants you dead because you’re satisfied with so much, luxurious. I’m looking at country cottage, white sweater, and tennis-mother bigots. Crack sellers with gats crushing skulls flat (but who is it that is actually profiting from crack sales?). Cops smile over ANOTHER brown bloody body?! (For the needy there’s) no education (that explains how to escape cyclical monetary control). Wardens watch rape laughing (while) flooding penitentiaries with needles injecting, and you still got bloody radio, media aspirations?! RESOURCELESS children (on the album I say poor infant, but those words are belittling). Same old run down town. Rich or poor, economy up or down, there’s no difference. (Under the current elite authority’s control) it’s all heartless, restless, mindless horror (for the majority of people droning for their whole life having no concept of what collective physical, psychological and psychic peace is). Terrorism is A (only one) product of tyranny’s GLOBAL TERROR! You CAN feel the Earth’s depletion in the air. I sense cellular frequencies and electrical hums GROPING my aura. The machine of modern convention is self operated and has no emotion or greed (therefore it is an uncontrollable and dangerous form of manifestation). Chaos theory (the theory behind manmade Chaos is that controlled chaos rules as an unnatural order). WE LOTUS FLOAT IN THE YIN while They RAPE THE NEW DA NANG! It’s a fear driven thing. (They falsely claim) “If we don’t kill them they’ll kill us”. I’m vigorously sexually amped to a higher plane (than them). Constantly (nor epinephrine and) epinephrine and serotonin releasing. Relating my space through telepathy, into the inner-outer space. Linguistics (will) turn to visions (and then become physical manifestations). (I’m) back from another coma. (I) almost got shot, frozen (with my mouth) foaming, (I was) gurgling. (My face) was blue (as I) was walking in the dark looking for you. I love you. All of you, but a dejected mummy born into the bloody trails of circumstance became frozen. (So I) thaw my weary bones, because we are ALL gods children (or all god’s children, however you wanna look at that); so I stand and try to be fit inside of your physicality and mind. (Unless we separate from the current system of global governance we are ALL) behind bars looking at blood-red white supremacy stars. (Let’s) change life’s meaning from outside of conventional batteries “functioning.” Example leads and it’s as simple as that. Bohemians cut through veils of injected (hydrogenated oils and animal) fat. Once (I) was a junkie, (and I FOREVER will be) a FUCKING DROP-OUT! High key (we) loke low key with the bionic-barricade-jumping-ski-mask! (We’re) rocking spinal chains of (all of our) dead ancestors in a trance-dance. (I’m) looking for a sister with a brain that interlocks with mine. Evolution changes our self reflection. Eyes, skin, perspiration, (together we) bounce like bunnies in an agricultural garden (that is) soothing away coercion (generated) from the (radio and televised media, convenience, narcotics like poisonous foods, sensory overload which yields shorter attention spans and) radioactive immediate gratification (I said radioactive because all of these coercive elements are as deadly as radioactive waste as far as I’m concerned). (As) amorphous souls ascending, light radiates (from our) Aura’s (and Chakras that are) open!
5.	APOCALYPSE NOW 02:58	lyrics	buy track
I draw statues into figure eights (and) flash their prowess dissipates. Time won’t repeat when all is gone. Change, rearrange and move on! Idols, self-loathing, move wearily in diamond rust. Dirt’s my (our) mirth and we build beyond destruction. Children of Earth build deconstruction. (We have) no emotions as agony’s joy bleeds into light streams. Walk with no balk in a dust merchant zone surrounded by corporate aspirations spawning clones. Indifference makes my veins steel cold as dominators case (cover) the world in graves. That’s why I rip up the Earth’s cement pave (the cement which has paved over and destroyed the habitats of innumerable species of flora and fauna), and realign day one, like your bible belt fictitious sixth day, Sun burns all to life as death’s releasing souls from bondage, ultra violet rays scald and make mankind pay final homage. Spinning fractals align as serpent-like paisleys wriggle and writhe, electric waves as flora grows again. Time’s gone because we constantly MOVE till death before rebirth gives us the choice of sloth complacency corruption or pumping iron’s growing and gumptions! Fat plush lush is so liquid as man and woman become light that radiates vivid.
6.	SUN RAYS 01:27		buy track
7.	INSPECTOR AY YO! 03:36	lyrics	buy track
Verse 1: Inspector Ay Yo, inspect a bad doe-eyed bubble, taut, sheaning. (I’m) just leaning. T3 (Tylenol 3) demon, terminating haters (that are) hating. (Haters) keep waiting. The baits (been) baited. (I’m) debating skating. Maybe (I) should have because (now those) sirens are flashing, (my) feet are running, (and my) heart(‘s) racing. Verse 2: Crush up that opioid, Spliff up that dutchy and avoid the squabbling ducks because I know I’m blown. A few phone numbers later on the way home, all alone, catching swag ink drip. Push it (that marker) up, and touch the monster trucker sky up! Flip a script or inhale that bitch. Money is death securing your coffin. (I’m) all robo'ed, no more scoffing. Humble beams shining. Third eye (pineal gland) outgoing. No knowing how conservatives to liberals (are) going to react (when I’m) on my Gandhi attack. He was about to get locked (up), yet Dex is back? Oh snap! My whole team snaps to the quires clap with (their) mind bullets and boots strapped, while your brain pins your eyelids flat back. Like… Now that’s G-force, but of course they already knew all that. Verse 3 (not on album): Raw as that soul in your spirit outside your body. Rhymes bodily function spraying. Fiends want your girl’s stamen. Bees humming are squabbling. Like clockwork Glocks work. The FBI just killed your town! (I’m) calming down. (I’m) living til my last… (large inhalation) Trumped up biatches to charges get the serrated saw shit! NO MORE economic see-saw! ANARCHAIC raw yawl!
8.	NOWHERE TO GO 02:56	lyrics	buy track
Note about song: This song is about a period of time in my life when I felt very alone and depraved. I was addicted to drugs and had nothing but drugs and self-destructive sexual lust in my life. The song is meant to sound like it is glorifying this type of existence, but my intention was to portray my neurosis in order to expel it, and to create a song that mimics songs that glorify sexual addiction, sexism, and drug abuse in order to relate to those who might feel trapped within this kind of depraved insane lifestyle in a masked manner and to let others know that this neurosis is happening to America’s youth, so we can all expel these self degrading abusive lifestyles together by trying to understand those who have come to fall victim to addiction to hedonism (after all most of us feel this way at one time or another). Then the second verse lays out some of the problems with this “lifestyle” and what can come from “living” it. Verse 2: Onto another block, like wardens' cop cars are watching, (while you’re) stash stashing. Coke line divvying while dying (as soon as you are born you begin dying, but as soon as you start doing hard narcotics such as pills and cocaine you’re ensuring a shorter life span or more dependence on the “health care” system). Life partying wasted is life wasted, no lying! (we all have so much potential) In the circuit grid of digital frequencies molesting (our bodies) I got arrested. (The) city, (I) detest it. Development arrested, behind bars, pharmaceutically pacified as Grandpa scoffs at the third world, giving his petty charity. Ahhh, My stocks! Maybe you’ll wither away in rags rich hags. I hope you don’t mean it. True behemoth! ...the last few lines about hoping Grandpa withers away is an expression of my anger towards those who fuel capitalism while claiming to care about others, when in reality throwing some cash at impoverished nations is much easier than actually looking within oneself to figure out how to live in a fair and just manner so that resources can be equally distributed. However, the lyric also states that I was pharmaceutically pacified while Grandpa continues to “destroy the world,” so it’s a statement about how people put themselves in a position where their self-destructive behavior allows others to continue to take advantage of people and therefore their behavior is parallel to those who do so. Chorus: Brews, chronic, blunts, yeast, barley, hops, tech nine, cops raid shops. We smoke our weed and drink our beer all while people are being enslaved in our very own city.
9.	THE SKY DRIPS 03:59	lyrics	buy track
Verse 1: (The) sky drips (with) lucid visions. (We’re) walking in a time (in which) mechani(cal), digi(tal) (and) nano(technological) crimes (against humanity) define (the time). (The humble) stay poor and filthy (clean filth, like unpolluted soil). So squeaky clean (the) vegetable mind holds star light. (The vegetable mind’s) brain function (is) neon bright. Fly pearly white, benevolent, firm smile (on) the mother of my child’s (face). (The child is) unborn. Copping with the city (the father’s polluted semen to the mother’s) polluted uterus (and hormonal cow milk or toxic human breast) milk retards (the child’s) growth (and therefore the child exists and is) born torn (and) dependent on the dominators lactose wax gut (I believe the human body can become toxic enough to pass on weak genetics and to share toxins with the fetus inside the womb. This would be due to the mother and fathers intake of free radicals as well as innumerable amounts of other toxins. Free radicals have been proven to degenerate chromosomes. We are beginning to see weak genetic predisposal and congenital defects rise because of a slow increase in free radical intake. I said “lactose wax gut” because not everyone is meant to use dairy as a dietary staple, but for many impoverished people it is one of the only evident sources of nourishment available that is not purely toxic. This is dietary enslavement. Many of us have also been indoctrinated with the idea that everyone should consume dairy. This is a lie). Silicon intestine agents grin over crack and guns shipped in. Bill Gates feeds the world his allies scorch and scorn with Christian vision. They’re talking down to the poor because of their greedy want for more. (They are) unfulfilled, hollow, (and have) nullified dreams. Dreams turn to collegiate degrees. Knowledge once for enlightenment now excels (the) neo-colonial soporific battery grid (and that is) enslavement. (The) Earth (is) polluted. (The) delicate exquisite biological functions (and) balance (are) bludgeoned. (Animal) sinews torn, (the) tortured meat market (is) connected to our depressed, cancerous, listless torment. Verse 2: (Currently the) collective (subconscious, unconscious) conscious (and conscience) (are, collectively, a) hominivorax (flesh eating parasite). (So I) rock these trill beats like spine chains, (which are) clanking in an ancestry homage trance dance. (We are) banging crops up through (the) concrete. (When the) crack flow reverses (the) agents get hearse’d. (Those who speak out of love and compassion are) well versed. Here I am again and by and by about to die. (So I am and will continue to) move through many planes before my physical (body) dissipates its electrical current back. (Let’s all) stack and stack knowledge to align and (then) re-align (our) perception of time. Collective (unconscious, subconscious), conscious, (and conscience) have to reverse (before we, as a collective species, can truly enjoy life). I can roam free, but I have to pay? Not today! Fuck tomorrow! Paving the future (the) non-linear lurker stands tall for (fertile) furtive soil. (It’s furtive because this is a) viral strain of a virile resistance MANE! THAT’S WHAT I’M FUCKING RACKING ABOUT!
10.	BLUE MOON / BAKER AKA MR IMPOSSIBLE! 03:55		buy track
11.	THE DIAGNOSIS IS... 03:05	lyrics	buy track
Notes about lyrics: "FUCK IF PUSSY A MAKE A SOLDIER OF ME" The perversion and pollution of the idea of what women are and what sex is will never make me into a soldier, not on a metaphysical nor a purely physical level. I acknowledge that people can unknowingly coerce each other into a loss of prior convictions, complacency and apathy through co-dependency and escapism through overindulgence in sex, convenience and comfort but this lyric is not about that. I also see how unawareness (lack of education), uncontrollable circumstances, a desire to procreate, false ideologies, and fear of death cause people to integrate into and be entrapped by their own human existence within a system of human enslavement, but once again this lyric is not about that either. This lyric is meant to suggest that the objectification of women will not seduce me into integrating into a capitalist system any further than I already have. This lyric is about my personal struggle to find my personality, identity and way of interacting with the opposite and same sex that is true to my perception despite media perpetuated bombardments that try to convince me I want to be someone that everyone will “like", and when the majority aspires to a vain, dominant, capitalistic existence being popular on a mass appeal level means aspiring to have those characteristics. This is not to say that I don’t know plenty of people who accept and love me when I am true to myself; it’s just that these people are the minority as far as I can see. I believe if you give love the majority of people will love you back, but to be vulnerable to wolves is dangerous; also love and acceptance are two different things. More and more I find I am willing to see other people’s perspectives, but they will not accept my viewpoint in any way. In fact they will resent me in a highly fear-filled manner. So I have to stay true to myself instead of trying to be someone that everyone will “like.” Besides the fact that the word 'pussy', in this song, is more applicable than the word 'dick', to me personally, I felt that I should use the word pussy because although the world is seemingly run by men, women and men inevitably lead each other by balancing out each other’s energies, so women are the leaders of men and therefore of the future. Therefore for anyone to allow capitalist enterprise of the human mind and body to warp their vision of women is truly obsolete. I also chose the word (pussy) to represent my rebellion against how the media and marketing schemes are perpetuating the word 'pussy' as a belittling term that represents the idea of women being objects that are worth money. It’s meant to suggest that that tactically invasive and mind degenerating attack will not invade my mind. As a cultural society our culture is completely intertwined with sex, the idea of what sex is, and how its natural attraction dictates how we live, procreate, and consume. We all see how destructive man, as a collective, is. Without the love and support of women the human species CANNOT maintain stability, so women and the perception of women are extremely powerful and integral components in shaping our way of life, our values, and our ethics. If the culture, of the majority of society, is consumption and media based and what is consumed is dictated by advertising campaigns and media that define our consensus reality, it must be true that the representation or misrepresentation of sex, sex appeal, and women are three of the most powerful ways to control the culture, thereby controlling how much people will allow corporation-run government to dictate how they live and controlling to what extent people will restrict their own capacity, love, growth, and therefore inherently to what extent people will harm others with their own self neglect, due to escapist habituations, fear and self-denial. Our ignorance, apathy, and complacency affect how other people live all across the globe. Media propagated ideas of gender and sex lead to people feeling that in order to be sexually active or overly sexually active and dominant (another media perpetuated idea of an ideal sexual existence. When the media bombards people’s minds with the idea of having multiple sexual partners with no emotional and or mental connection to them it is usually suggestive of Self-deception and Self-belittlement and or belittlement and deception of others and therefore this representation of human interaction is a representation of a harmful human interaction, but it is presented as an ideal one to keep people in want (want fuels the over-production and consumption of poison and crap) and accepted in society in general they need to integrate into a culture of self-restriction in which the consensus reality is defined by advertising campaigns which seek to convince us that in order to be happy we need to adhere to the confines of a stereotypical corporate made mold that subsequently devalues personal identity and counter corporate culture, reinforces negative stereotypes and also perpetuates the idea of women being weak, which in turn simultaneously strengthens male domination and neo-colonial corporate domination by allowing the consensus ruling to be that a male-dominated planet is a safe, secure and prosperous one. As I just stated, many advertising campaigns seek to convince men and women that in order to be sexually active they must act, dress, look a certain way and over time men and women begin to believe that what the media has told them are ideal characteristics in a sexual partner are indeed the characteristics that they want from a sexual partner (survival of the fittest???). Since in many cases this belief that the media can dictate what will make us happy leads to superficial sexual relationships, sex can become an escape from the very society and pressure that people have put on themselves by integrating into this culture; this then leads to a sense of emptiness or lack of identity which in turn fuels sexual addiction and the mistreatment of both sexes by each other. By using the word 'soldier' in the song, I was implying someone who lives within the parameters of the above described culture. Since the biggest bi-product of this consumption based, vain, racist, classist, sexist, self-degrading and over-indulgent culture is genocide and the depletion of our planet and the non-human species that inhabit it, those who consciously adhere to the parameters and restrictions of this culture are, in my mind’s perception, soldiers. Also I saw this guy on the bus that had a patch on his backpack that said “will kill for sex”, and I wrote this lyric to denounce the type of attitude this guy’s patch was portraying. "CASH DON’T MAKE ME SO I DON’T WORRY" Nothing positive can come from worry, maybe from a rational concern, but not worry. Overall, the acquisition of money is, first and foremost, the majority of the Earth’s population’s main impetus before all things humanitarian. This inherently perpetuates segregation and selfishness, and for most people money doesn’t even pay the cost of living at the end of the day and there is certainly no way to hope for retirement til after sixty at the earliest, so it’s not worth the suffering, not for those who work for monetary units nor for those who are negatively affected by large scale corporate enterprise. Currently we need money and/or welfare/food stamps to survive because we (collectively) don’t know how to get what we need from the land to survive and we don’t know how to give the land what it needs to sustain us and our posterity, but all that cannot change until we stop stressing over money when it is not a necessity, but rather a security blanket and a veil to protect us from the fact that we have forgotten how to fulfill ourselves and sustain the Planet Earth symbiotically, which is the only way to find true happiness (for the entire human race and maybe for each individual). That’s why I say “cash don’t make me, so I don’t worry,” not because I’m currently independent of money. Independence is necessary though because capitalism will always force us to choose our life over someone else’s. No one has control neither over the circumstances they were born into nor over the circumstantial reality that was/will be created by uncontrollable factors. "SNOTTY NOSE, PUSSY JUICE SOAKED, MIND CONTROL" 'Snotty nose' is a reference to how bills are used to snort harmful narcotics. 'Pussy juice soaked' is a reference to giving a woman on a stripper poll a dollar to feed one’s own depravity and endless self-degrading addiction. And once again the word 'pussy' has been used to suggest that people who are addicted to porn and strip clubs see an object in front of them when they see a stripper. To me this is not showing women or anyone love and support, it’s fueling the system which seeks to control our minds and how we think about being humanitarian, humble, and collective. And of course 'mind control' is a reference to the way this self-perpetuating system, that feeds off genocide and wage enslavement, seeks to control whether or not we try to sustain our dear Planet Earth, which provides unquestioningly, as we (currently) destroy it while “our” government and corporate advertising campaigns claim to be eco-conservationists. This lyric is meant to illustrate only one way in which people accept neurotic, egotistical, vain, sociopathic and superficial modern societal values of selfishness and self abandonment (if you don’t care about the rest of the people on the globe in a holistic and true manner than it is impossible to care for or love yourself). I am not advocating the idea that natural human interactions, which are (currently) used to perpetuate old systems of injustice and over indulgent hedonism, are inherently harmful. I also want to stress that all of my lyrical content is based around my own experience. I am not suggesting that I am totally above or beyond allowing these tactical media forms of mind control to control me or coerce me into abandoning an ecologically sustainable and humanitarian life style. I am simply suggesting that I will try to be true to myself instead of just going along with the masses unquestioningly, and destroying the planet through negligence. In general, when you are born privileged, living beyond oppression means living a life in which you question what is a balanced and healthy life, and genuinely caring for yourself and those around you instead of refusing to acknowledge that all of one’s actions have a reaction and someone or something else might have to live with the consequences of our actions. And that, may mean something needs to change inside me. If you never analyze what it is that needs to change nothing will ever change. One can only truly contradict oneself through physical or psychic violence towards oneself and or others. Samples: 1. When he chose not to disclose then I had a difficult decision to make, to remove him, and we did, and the world’s a safer place for it. 2. When police dogs were biting black women and black children and black babies in Birmingham Alabama, Kennedy talked about what he couldn’t do because no federal law had been violated and as soon as the Negros began to defend themselves that’s when Kennedy sent for the troops. 3. That’s why it was important to pass issue fourteen forty one, which was unanimously passed! 4. And I want you to repeat after me: I will practice NON-violence TODAY!
12.	WELCOME BACK 03:43	lyrics	buy track
Welcome back, let us begin. Lever, pull my death trap, SEVER! Walls brick (us) in, needles (the media, familial values, organized religion, institutions, etc.) inject infant fontanel’s with sin. Begin! Walls break, caged by a constitution (that) never meant anything (all men ARE created equal, but slaves were/are not treated as equals). Lava bust (my) saber tusk (that’s) below (my) skin (within my mind). Alchemize my bills, forever shit, like getting ne’er nada. Got not, zilch! Just a nut, bust! Silk rap rime rustetry (not floetry). Angle alpha omega 3, eat me away from the outer fringe of society. Eyeing the, naw approach any lava burning pupils into every “I want to.” Got ne’er nada while “I bought the” got yah, prostituted souls! (Currently) “Freedom’s” parole. (Is that) better than cages? Not to institutionalized sages (people of great intelligence and wisdom that will never be free of enslavement in a jail cell). (Institutionalized sages are) more virtuous than family values. (Let’s) clock (put an end to with non-violence) block watch, like time cards (get clocked) for ant retards (insect-like workers that are inherently held back in mental development because all they’ve ever done is work for someone else’s benefit and their own demise). (Realicide Youth Records’) article runs through all volumes. (All I want is) every edition, give it give it, (and grant me mental and energy) expansion. (Let’s ALL) deconstruct mansions (and build) huts. Save up for the winter ducks! Samples: 1. The course of this conflict is not known, yet its outcome is certain. 2. You don't integrate into a SINKING SHIP, YOU DON'T DO ANYTHING TO FURTHER YOUR STAY ON BOARD A SHIP THAT YOU SEE IS ON ITS WAY DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN.
13.	CRACK FLOW 05:47	lyrics	buy track
Verse 1: Authoritative resource control lets crack flow. Bodies celled (equals) economic growth. I chose the near death experiment. Stand thin and brawny. Organic matter erodes the holds of synthetic bodies. Clockwork, as the thunder current below consensus reality flows. Like systemic function iron chains break from the dissipation (that’s) left in the wake of us children of god’s design; Blowing the android’s mind because we’re kind. Kind of hopped up; Massive amoeba swarm, thump, thwap, slap, what?! Verse 2: In '09 (we’re) taking away time’s sequential drive. The action of our cause thrives. (Those who were) trod over (now) get to bulldozer. Regicide slices, leaving tracers that glide. Erase and reform. Is existence malleable due to new perception (yes it is)? Immaculate concepts break white surgeon masked vections guised as bi-partisan elections. (This) eclectic electric hybrid invades (that) bible-belt, imperial, neo-colonial sly shit. Wolves in sheep's clothes are just clones. They alienate (those who are not narrow-minded and subserviently submissive), so I stand alone. They alienate, so I stand alone. Step through fleshy against batons breaking our bones to pieces. At least I ripped this (track) to pieces. Peace is… hmm contemplate it. Contemplate it. Verse 3: Who’s hard hat rocks against the grain? (The) beat’s clustery, (it) pops brains, blustery. (The) vortex pulls into the lava hot void that’s full. (The) centrifuge separates (your) ego from your soul. (When) up in the over mind alone (we) lose hold and control. Her mind IS her physical. Its magma electric, frozen gelid lightning splices, cleaving off vices. Sample: I went cold turkey because my insurance doesn't cover the pills anymore, only the Xanax but not the Paxil, THANK GOD FOR THAT! Verse 4: (The experience is/was) stern as fading light from the water’s surface as submerging into the blackness. (This sensation) became (the visualization of) zinc white slivers (which) outlined objects with rainbow rivers. (Then) all (everything in existence) took me deep. My body (is/was) unaware of my mind. (My perception is/was) just pupils of information (my brain perceived everything I was seeing and feeling as) objective (or unquestioningly without reinterpretation). When I froze the stand still delineated into radials spreading from all vertices. Every dimension was sprayed through bubbling prisms as all that is, by not being, was my vision. Letting go humility is a joke, as (I am/was) humbled by fear of joylessness. (This transformation) became exploding sensual waves of timelessness. (The whole experience) must have been two thousand millennium (long). (But) when I looked at the clock two minutes had tick-tock’d and I nomadically walked. I’ll see you. Here, there, everywhere. Up there, down there, anywhere, I WILL SEE YOU! Smoked it out the brillo, finished (it) off with (a) (ciga)rillo. (I was) snow man hollow. NOW I FINISH PUSH UPS OFF WITH WHEAT GRASS. STAND BEYOND THE OPPRESSORS (when I wrote this lyric I felt I was standing under the oppressors but now I feel beyond them), CHANNEL THE THUNDER, PRAISE THE MOST HIGH!
14.	VANDAL / DOLEMITE 03:06	lyrics	buy track
I chose to be a Vandal, I chose to be a Vandal, I chose to stand AGAINST! Virile RESISTANCE! Dismantle (the consensus and conventional) “reality’s” handle! (My essence) sink(s) in deep, deep up in my flesh, then back out my body, light then heavy, far beyond machinery soar (where) souls fly. Life’s death, death’s life, Dolemite! What yaw’l know about DMT AYITE! Yo yo yo, you got yah, dissolve dependency! Plane after plane, a higher and higher range. History’s gone, time’s stopped, redefine matter, light floods the picture! Your skin, your smell, breasts swell, complexion pond ripples, ripples radiate. The Earth’s topographical. DMT birds flutter; flock(s) (are) magical in me, we, us. Magma bust! Standing at the fringe missiles and nuclear fire (are) raining (but are they reigning?). Jelly fish swimming with alchemy lasers tracing. I chose to be a VANDAL! Pain is only an instant as floating through different dimensions is my existence! I AM NOT AFRAID of what I CAN BE, of what I (and everything in existence) will be, of what was! Loneliness is impossible because I’m floating through the collective un(conscious) and conscious. Bathing my skin, melting in panicky pains, ecstasy, (and) revelry (are radiating from and) out of concentration camps of entropy known as “Democratic Freedom.” I CHOSE to be a VANDAL! I chose to be a Vandal! Banging drums in the Congo! Let us evolve, let us let go, let’s go! Dolemite, DMT and me; mortality is infinity! Thrive like FUNGI VANDALOUSLY!
15.	(untitled) 05:19	lyrics	buy track
There is a minority of like-minded people who consciously believe that when a person truly tries to put forth the effort to sustain their life, within the parameters of capitalism, it is still grim because they will always be feeding the minority elite who control resources, thereby allowing the injustice it takes to fuel over-consumption to continue. If these people try to peacefully cease production and bring over-productive industrialization to a standstill through INACTION they’re efforts will be useless because the majority will remain complacent and thus oppression will continue. Under capitalism, each person’s lifestyle of resource use has a domino effect, and when we aspire to have the monetary wealth it takes to have a home and even a minimalistic lifestyle, by industrialization’s standards, we are elevating ourselves above those who support our lifestyle, indeed even those who die for our lifestyle. We live in a country where the homeless can be sheltered and the poor receive food stamps, not because the tax payers support them, but because there IS an over abundance of resources. Timothy Leary said “turn on, tune in, drop out.” Now the youth who are beginning to think in an alternative manner from the conventional consensus are still USING LSD, but are they UTILIZING it? We don’t want to become dependent on the government but having as little as possible and fueling the economy as little as possible is the first step to be taken as we SIMULTANEOUSLY educate ourselves through the libraries and internet ON HOW TO LIVE OFF THE LAND AND FORM COMMUNITIES OF AUTONOMY WITH RESPECT AND PEACE BETWEEN DIFFERENT COMMUNITIES. I AM A PART OF THE VERY ISSUES THAT I SPEAK OF. That’s why I have to say something. Some will say people like me are hypocrites because we continue to allow our past programming to cause us to contradict our current mode of rational thinking, but if I say nothing I’ll never have the chance to change and the world will have one less voice speaking of things that all too often go unsaid. So now when I consume useless crap I know I am no longer a negligent killer, I am conscious of it. I can’t let that go, I can’t rationalize why that ideology is too black and white, if I do I’ll say “so it’s okay after all.” That is suicide, to me personally. At first it seems depressing to think that one wants to live and think somewhat differently than the majority of their generation, then possibly this idea tempts one to become egotistical and condescending but this negates the entire realization and leads back to giving up one's convictions. After a time ideas begin to actualize and become reality and we begin to find like-minded people as long as we are ready to accept the flaws of those people to a reasonable degree and help them instead of having a zero tolerance policy. The world to be born of this tyrannical past must be fueled by acceptance and nurturing. If I need a hug I know there’s someone to hug me because I’ve learned to be open and although being open leaves me vulnerable to verbal belittling of my character that vulnerability is outweighed by the support I can receive when I am honest with others as well as myself. That’s how we are beginning a movement, and when someone tells me that I could not possibly be correct they are defending their sense of security and entitlement and it is my duty to respect that rather than say “fuck this shit, these people make me sick,” for in that moment another person dies as I fire a psychic bullet into myself and the movement loses momentum. Holism teaches us that the body and mind are one. Unfortunately, we as a collective have come to depend on western medicine because our bodies have degenerated and the knowledge of Reiki and herbal remedies has been silenced and forgotten. The ancient healing techniques of Reiki and herbal remedies offer ongoing systemic strength and immunity. Most western medicine is neither preventative nor curing, it only causes dependence. Whether intentional or not, don’t you think this is awfully convenient for those who stand to profit from sickness? There are many alternative means of treatment. The technology of ancient culture fusing with modern science is a catalyst for future independence from the current health care system. The body can be healed and the mind will follow. The body can carry angst and physical and mental tension within it and this causes sorrow and aggression. We can overcome these restrictive feelings by not only eating and drinking as healthily as possible but also by allowing the sounds of the outer physical world to become a reflection of the inner mental and biological world, for it is pain and joy and life and death that make up the middle ground of self-empowerment and contentment. When one lets go of the past and stops worrying about the future there is an opportunity to see the world more clearly. When I quiet my mind and allow myself to relax every muscle and nerve in my body I am filled with the presence of everything and everyone. I can feel the presence of people as they exist without restrictions and confusion, and this allows me to see past the differences between me and other people while remaining true to my own way of thinking. I can feel all senses being simultaneously stimulated without any sensory input, other than the sounds of the world around me. When I interact with the outer world I try to move from this awareness level and feeling of unification. When this is achieved the outer world can no longer hinder my mind state or bother me, rather I only take in the energy I can utilize to actualize my desire to see change on this planet, the rest is observed but does not cause me to become fearful, angry, or physically tense in any way. The inner mental world develops the outer physical world as I am enabled by my mind state to overcome adversity and engrained self-restrictive thought patterns and become an ever-changing adaptive individual. The "Recap" is not only a literal recap of my past but also a symbol of putting the cap back on poisons that come in bottles (to re-cap), and a symbol of letting go of pent up emotions, angst, and tension. I am willing to reside in stillness in order to recreate myself and allow the growth of a new temperament of patience, determination, and acceptance of adversity that will dictate my ability to create my own future, to the extent it can be controlled. It means I have not as of yet decided that I need a chemical other than my body’s natural chemicals to become and remain a self-empowered person. The Recap means we all have the endurance it takes to live as we choose and listen to others but decide for ourselves how we want to live. Don’t back out on me now kid! We are ALL children somewhere inside and that is what I want to be. My definition of child is a strong resilient and responsible individual. No matter what I think, if I am being dishonest with someone our interaction is insincere and I am deceiving myself. COME ON Freak One, It’s time to redefine who you are and become the person YOU HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE!

about

Frequent member of the Evolve project and 1/2 of Chemical Committee, this is the first solo hip hop release by Freak 1 from Cincinnati Ohio. Known for his raps advocating socio-political pacifism and resistance to American super-corporations, the album has an ultimately compassionate and egalitarian theme. As with Cem Com, there is a strong motif of pharmaceutical experimentation, and an honest critique of its abuse both intimately and within our society as a whole. Other topics include tagging, dumpster-diving, and observation of local police violence. Beats were produced by various Cincinnati friends then mixed by Evolve, riddling the tracks with sound collages mapped out by Freak. The screenprinted CD is supplemented by full color artwork, a xerox zine filled with extensive lyrics and essays and graff, and a vinyl sticker. For the truly adventuresome in obscure avenues of hip hop, this is definitely something to try out. Edition: 100, February 2011.

credits

released February 1, 2011

Remaining thoughtless allows the brain to reach a state of awareness that is as keen and sharp as an undomesticated animal. In this state one reaches new realizations that dissipate all prior confusion and discontent (many people think they are content but are actually apathetic or scared of the truth and are trying to constantly escape from themselves). From here new avenues of direction are not only mentally tangible to an individual but viscerally sensational to their central nervous system, and this yields new physical and mental ability, acuity, and agility. This is thoughtless meditation. One can meditate by focusing on anything; such as an idea: all harm done to anyone or anything is, and thus we (those who want to see injustice stop) must be a minority, not monetarily but mentally, until the majority is ready to truly accept that utilitarian efforts to use as little resources as possible will essentially dictate what the next step in both technological and human fusion and EVOLUTION will be. This will change everything: sex and love, family, community, bond, equilibrium between human life and nature, and even our immune systems and sense of chemical makeup and balance.
Writing is a way for me to enforce my strength to resist apathy and complacency; such as eating and drinking pure poisonous shit, over indulging in sex or masturbation to the point of physical weakness, drug abuse, selfishness, not turning a light off when I leave a room. Writing helps me resist thinking to myself I will end up going to college to become someone else’s peon, even though I know that means abandoning the monetary class I’ve moved up from and the idea that this entire Authoritative State’s end is OUR ultimate goal. Lastly it helps me resist thinking to myself “this is it, fuck, work, grow up and accept that one day things become bearably mundane yet constant and listlessly comfortable enough to keep a sorta kinda smile on my stubborn graying face. FUCK THAT, WE ARE VANDALS and the elite can lock us up and try n’ shut us down, but it ain't happenin, n’ believe it or not THE TIME HAS COME! THE TIME IS… NOW!
I manifest my destiny by way of repetitive verbal reinforcement and confirmation of the ability to become the unknown by acknowledging the absolute necessity for collective change. Positive reinforcement. Writing keeps me from getting sad and depressed, cos I actually feel emotions when I don’t shovel booze and medications down my throat, so I got to write, I gotta grip that microphone and spit! It leads me in the direction that the Authoritative State’s programmed me to resist moving toward. It reminds me I am aware and have the ability to change! It keeps me from slipping into addiction to escapism, from compulsively filling up an empty pit that no one ever told me was the product of the shit my elders were gunna drown me in, in that Walt Disney distraction and mind belittler, poisonous “food” and “drink,” television and bible, “Public Education” system of lies, misogynistic rape like domineering snide sickly Amerikkkana fuck flicks, gender identity assignment, and the silencing of one single individual who dares to say something’s NOT FUCKING RIGHT! No one told me how to fill and route my brain’s neurological pathology with and in the direction of the maternal love that mother, father, and lover give! See that the Native Americans, including the Mexicans, were driven off their land and brutally massacred, and the foundation of this lands industrialization is the murder, rape, and enslavement of Africans, and nothing’s truly changed, now it’s entrapment that puts people in prison plantations and wage enslavement that keeps us working for the master elite, most of us can’t claim we feel empowered and few plebeians and or erudite individuals of any political persuasion will give sociological circumstance enough credit to recognize no one is truly “guilty” and not everyone has an equal opportunity at wealth, and if these individuals do give sociological circumstance this deserved credibility, as a factual truth, they are not outspoken, they do not risk their comfort to get the truth out there. So why are millions of Americans imprisoned? It is a product of economic disparity, which is a product of circumstantial realities purposefully created over 200 years ago, the affects of which are still as prominent as EVER! The vestigial wreckage of this nation’s and its global allies’ IMPERIAL pursuits are still as devastating to human, plant and animal life as ever because this wreckage is being worsened by the second, simply because no one will stop and boycott the system to the FULLEST degree possible. Why should we give a fuck? WE DO! WE ALL DO, no matter what we claim, in our hearts we KNOW what the fuck is up, AND HOLD ALL THE ANSWERS! THE REST IS UP TO US NOW! PEACE! ~ Freak One 2011

01. RECAP BEGINS / INTRO
02. ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT / EMERGENCY
03. IT'S A NEW YEAR / EVERY DAY REBORN ME SEES IT CLEAR
04. HOVERING
05. APOCALYPSE NOW
06. SUN RAYS *
07. INSPECTOR AY YO
08. NOWHERE TO GO
09. THE SKY DRIPS
10. BLUE MOON / BAKER aka Mr.IMPOSSIBLE! *
11. THE DIAGNOSIS IS...
12. WELCOME BACK
13. CRACK FLOW
14. VANDAL / DOLEMITE
* These two songs were recorded at an earlier date than the rest of the album.

This album goes out to everyone I've ever met; without you I wouldn't exist as I do and I finally realize I've only taken the positive away from everything. The rest was always up to me to keep within me or let go. It is through us that the lyrics for this album were written; I am merely the vessel for these thoughts to be channeled through. We should never be condescending or belittling toward one another. We should always and forever be changing and analyzing ourselves so as to better ourselves and the collective through example and positive output. Don't accept things as concrete and/or unchangeable. The past does not have to repeat. Never underestimate the power of forgiveness for one's self and others. Everything is possible. Nothing is fact.
I would like to personally thank everyone involved in Bunk Space and Bunk News for giving me and Beta Max a place to realize our full potential and to actualize that potential, and to continue to grow. I also would like to thank the Bunk for providing a space for truly genuine and unique musicians and artists to do their thing without having to self-censor in any way, and for providing a space for people to go to feel companionship and a sense of belonging outside a dead end culture of ignorance, apathy, and fear. Big thank you to everyone that's ever been to a Cem Com show, you made it what it was. Shout out to STK, Straight Top Kings in the Nati fo a minute now! Good to see cats still trill in em' streets keeping visual art as progressive as it can get. Corporate Pop culture will always be mimicking straight dope art that challenges conventionality, but they will never quite get as raw as the up and coming. Shout out to my brother and partner in crime BETA MAX. Love you sun, wouldn't be here wit'out ya, wouldn't want to. I want to thank everyone on Realicide Youth Records for inspiring me and for helping me create the things that I need to create in order to fulfill my purpose and feel alive, and for being genuine people that give me a sense that I'm not alone in both needing something to change and not accepting that dying inside equals sanity or maturity, being a part of this label has helped me to stay at the forefront of existence in the now instead feeling utterly trapped and hopeless or egotistical and selfish. Thanks to Robert Inhuman for putting me down on the label, I'm a lifer. Realicide's lyrics have basically helped me to see that I have a purpose and that there is a dire need for us all to utilize our privileges to change ourselves and to spread information and messages of truth, hope, and inspiration for change that will take us to the next level of evolution in human consciousness and physical possibility. Knowing Evolve as an individual, listening to his music, and being a part of the Evolve project are three of the main factors that account for why I am the person I am today and that is a constantly growing person that feels the best he has in his entire life. Baker, AKA Mr. Impossible, produced the majority of the beats on this album. That is what got this project started and what made it possible. He's been down to collaborate on music for as long as he's been making music. We all need people who will just get down on some shit with no ego bullshit in the way and be sincere and humble about the whole process. Without people like that the World is doomed.

Lyrics / essays / raps: Freak One with Evolve.
Beat production: Baker (AKA Mr.Impossible), Evolve, Muffin X, and that preacher that I worked with at Chester Labs, hope you’re still holdin it down for your community and family homez.
Keyboard: Jonathan Williamson.
Rec / mixing / edits: Evolve in Cincinnati at his studio and at the Chemical Canopy, 2008-2010.
Urban renewal / art / layout: Freak One with Robert Inhuman.
Mastering: Aaron Modarressi at The Marburg Hotel.

"Statistics are actually the semantics of research and you can manipulate statistics and make them say pretty much whatever you want."

No part of this album was designed with the intention to give the listener what they expect and are used to. Parts of the album could be misinterpreted, seeing as some of the lyrics and songs were created with the intention of emulating pop culture worship of the ego, especially the male ego, but this is merely a tactic for expelling the engrained pathology that the majority media inundates people with in order to keep them in a state of apathy and want. However, the songs which utilize this tactic are an abstraction of pop culture music because they do not actually adhere to the rigid and unchanging parameters of pop culture music. They are meant to intimate that these ego-worshipping, vain, self-absorbed, over-consumption-based realities and existences are unhealthy and ultimately end in discontentment and/or depression and the loss of self-discipline and self-awareness. They are meant to be masked yet fairly obvious so as to poke fun at pop culture and show the true nature of these realities that the majority media tries to glorify in the minds of the upcoming generation of undecided youth. They are counter-programming songs. A good bit of the album is of this nature. However, much of the album is direct critical analysis of institutionalism, the “justice” system, sexism, war, subtle coercion, overall unsustainable authoritative resource control and allotment, enslavement through pre-existing systematic demographic resource drought and prison privatization, and wage enslavement. We need critique of society and “civilization” in order to show us why our actions and inactions are so critically important. Critical analysis needs some positive reinforcement and offering of resolution to accompany it in order to show what steps can be taken to change once one realizes change is necessary. In the end it is actually more depressing and sad to remain apathetic than it is to accept more responsibility and undergo extreme lifestyle changes; we’ve just been programmed to cling to security, comfort, and convenience.
All of these different existences, realities, realizations, and changes in the self have come to pass in my life, within me. However it is only recently that all of these different elements have solidified in my mind and body with a vivid clarity that is completely life-changing. It is thus with great triumph and a sense of acceptance of responsibility as a feeling of great joy that I present to you THE RECAP!
I may have contradicted myself, but at the least I’m challenging myself AS WELL AS other people. I may have been selfish in the past, but at the least I realize I can change. Imagine if the minority elite who control the majority impoverished were to live this belief. Idealistic? I think NOT! I can achieve anything because if I try I participate in the actualization of change whether it is achieved in my life time or not. OUR HEALTH is the only god there is!