by Singodsuperior

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Unbroken trails with feet long and narrow Metaphoric barrels attracted to my peril Mind far from sterile, to the point I'm feral As a face in crowds turning to apparel Downward spiral faster than I came out Carol On the up and up with a nose like pharaoh 6 feet tall wingspan of a sparrow take in the fumes of liquors straight as an arrow. Seen as poldark and yet the skin is dark A kin to the shrouds of the cloud in the stark Winter cold splinters my inner center Like the sitar that the world retards Now shards of scars left from afar in this season Please let my cells constrict for a reason (4x) Man, you know messing with depressants In a crazy session gettin a lesson Not confessing Makes the reason and the victim somewhat incessant I need to cloak to get me a blessing So my achievements can make me feel fluorescent "God gives us heartache and the devil gives us whiskey" Men investments giving suggestions on investment My point of view is tinted on repeat Until I'm complete and the waves retreat I replete with the water my nutrients deplete Embrace the static to seek My heritage and peak With something neat to be Good for the weak No motion to leak No paddle up the creek Or mix up like the creeks Take the former to ancient Greek and see the oblique...kouros
The whiskey is sick of me Looking for its empathy It always says it's within me simply Supple as it makes me stumble and buckle The feeling is higher when you add beer bubbles They make a couple Polymerized stumble into deep thoughts and the crevice.of your heart From the start for the art for the sake of the talk puts a stake in your heart like a steak from the slaughter Then you become a martyr like an author You go to the water cold and clear like your father You try to distort but it becomes harder with the bonded grain in the bottle that you barter My chest becomes a marriage from my dead red sea Don't be discouraged from things you can’t see In the midst of the mist, it's hard to listen to a myth To see if I exist and blow me up like a fish Their wish of me is this: starfished in a petri dish Spilling all my risk so then I'm beaten like a Whisk- Key disposes me of the sorcery Yet opens up new chemicals and sores for me Heaven’s petals is not where I wanna metal so I brew the nettle to let the kidneys settle I wrestle and beckon what's reckoned every second Cuz I know the lesson about being second Be wind to the leaves or Aristophanes’ Sophocles The former didn't care for his philosophy I can be Pompeii display disarray or bridge my water with the ash and decay How can I zone out when my zone’s out way belong lectures and alpha wave detectors I've been in my sector’s fate because its section 8 in the racial zone So I zone under drones and loans merged all alone with a bugged phone from the anglophone on the throne I roam under secret guys who control the sacred skies you roam under a sacred guise that controls the sky Black passers-by blend in the night’s hate Leading to fate in our insurance rates Our blood pressure rate and our crime rate and our abuse rate And then our death rate Then I reawake to see what’s in my soul I can ask the natty dread or the natty boh--with a Red Stripe The flag with the red stripes I try to be plagued in hypnosis to expose this hostess Which lags my Enosis.
I’m not worried with these past participles They’re mere particles against the larger article A fecal fickle sickle gloss trying to belittle Buts it never felt like financial trickle As nickels, go down the wishing well My cells down the river to sell My eyes well up with the wish to be well Tears emulsify tears such a sodium phosphate As I put whiskey over ice just to isolate My heads only down for reading, some say I should be praying That’ll be the day I prey on reflections that I’m facin’ A man seeing double from an empty fullness Being conned from this state of a double consciousness Assisted by dark bliss with encrypted abyss A solstice of emotion used to reminisce Rintrah’s wry because the rye avoids sighs Til the ego dies i'm plagued from demise My rebirth is compromised like three-fifths Delivered to one liver so humane Sustain with stains of horror that Rintrah disdains These in a sense are songs of innocence With intent to burn witches like the dream state that’s just so intense Shepard amongst the sheep as we sit to count the coup Which time exudes these basic dual moods Plaguing the plains dreams so serene That swim in endless skulls dimensions in between Try to execute scenes I see before the whiskey lulls Into a state of REM far away from the dull Who’s the count with the count - these dreams I recount That erodes my devil soul I denounce to a minuscule amount Trounced in grains with glass all about At war like Grandad in bond Don’t wanna be a vagabond bottled in bond Word is bond on this psalm as I wait for the dawn
I hear I'm a radical filled with free radicals Not rational because I'm bi-national All on the strength the two aren’t tangible Catapult like Hannibal, I'll be fractional Seems passable for an animal negro deemed magical fruit ripens gradual Biographical’s expandable, for my age mechanical As I grow I'll become more adaptable With sabbatical, I'll be less theatrical Yet ill will forever be Just a mortal to the paranormal jumping out portals Just to get a morsel of anything normal to be cordial Aural to make thoughts choral--efforts to be more floral Rose from concrete? I rose to be discrete Against souls that throw me below pasture But I'm quick to pasteurize As I rise against the despised Illustrious highs still I rise in disguise Under drone-blue skies clouded by lies Baptized by hydrogen and oxygen combined Now a liquid vortex to my haunted cortex Strained by forceps that intruded my mother’s forest.
Leaving the harbor air that’s toxic While harboring bad visions, the penultimate topic The light has gone away with my strained optics REM the best way to stop the bile stoppage Inside to the side unseen still phobic The walls now wail with energy that’s anomic Unloading to get loaded the only motive Locked into focus and yet i'm so open Deceased and diseased with a head full of bees Naggin for sevens at the strike of eleven Ahead of the day I want to flee All for the best doing more with less I digress from the stress I need to address But confess I compress excess that leaves me possessed That's a stretch My arm for reserve to remain reserved for pain The rain to keep me sane Or frack something reactive to only maintain Or for my sake frack into a fractal to make earths quake Either or that would make my earth quake
Long knives see trouble, I think double not subtle With personal race-class struggle Pack them away they come back coupled Counteracting the lifting of metaphoric rubble Please don't let me stumble on my now developed stubble My existence a plunder, statistically im dead The god said there’s power in numbers On the inner they try to outnumber In my slumber I wonder amongst thunder on imaginary umber This conviction shines through like Abraham's devotion But not like the sun through the old man’s bottled potion We both stand on concrete but his words are from the ocean He said we’re stolen and now turned to quotients Stumbling around trojans atrocious with inflections deemed broken Then he crumbles across alleyways interwoven Now to me standing on the corner backdrop a horror Downstairs empty while upstairs a hoarder Overseeing house niggas wanting to be an owner While sober acting older under solar hearing motors Under the sight of posers and homers The city’s coma meeting my quota And now to Oklahoma Extract’s back but all the palpable in front As the orbs see what the shell wants Something of a different sort Invading anthropomorphic forts Faster than the filter out the Newport to teleport Courted from cortisol the free appalls Making tempers short while the knives stay tall Treated from good samaritans un-american Knives want it up in smoke Native American More deadly than Lincoln’s balcony Or even Calvary with flesh the only gallery Hate the fallacy quackery the battery Keeps the gaze empty like the liquor calories On my way, eyes aligned to the road’s lines Sublime all the time as time erodes my tyme-colored time Looking for signs as I read my sign Emerging from a cult that tries to put me to a halt Off similes of salt they claim I assault But it’ll never be my fault as long as they default With the drop zone point fiends in between Machine guillotines off incoming dreams Teens acting Byzantine that Long Knife scheme. Night of the Long Knives Night of the Long Knives Can’t use seven with these tangible fives With Saxon overdrive, only some can survive As the blood arrives the organs are deprived From black bile derived Black frowns described With divine design “we” deny Til me and him dies.


released August 10, 2016

Written and produced by Singodsuperior.
Recorded in Baltimore, Maryland & Norman, Oklahoma
℗ © 2016 Singodsuperior


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Singodsuperior Baltimore, Maryland

Singodsuperior is a Baltimore Alternative Hip-Hop artist. Currently based in Oklahoma, Singod got his start providing experimental production for albums in Baltimore's underground rap scene during the late 2000s.

Singod’s work has been featured in the Baltimore City Paper and Government Names. He is currently working on a full length album and co-hosts the Channel 10 Podcast and Wu-Tang Podcast.
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