Absence (2005)

Jared’s Selection: 10/30/16 – 11/06/16

Theme: Hip Hop

Artist: Dalek

Release Date: 2/8/2005

Runtime: 57:07

Label: Ipecac

Track Listing:

1). Distorted Prose – 6:00
2). Asylum (Permanent Underclass) – 5:48
3). Culture for Dollars – 6:43
4). Absence – 1:31
5). A Beast Caged – 6:41
6). Koner – 3:56
7). In Midst of Struggle – 7:43
8). Eyes to Form Shadows – 6:30
9). Ever Somber – 4:49
10). Opiate the Masses – 7:24

Lyrics:

1). Distorted Prose

Broke stride as last of men realized their deep deceit.
This troubling advance of half-assed crews crowd these streets.
Never mind of who I am, son, just listen when I speak

Broken paragraphs hold wrath of a hundred million deep.
Bleak circumstance led masses to only want to dance
A bastard child of Reaganomics posed in a B-Boy stance
Make our leaders play minstrel, Left with none to lead our people.
How the fuck am I gonna shake your hand, when we never been seen as equals?
Deemed evil by those housed in church steeples.
False prophets read backwards from broken tablets to the feeble,
I seen you!
Regurgitate their lies.
I’ll bide my time with scrolls and ancient’s wine.
Heady brew left mark on this hazy scribe.
If stars align I suppose even the blind will see,
How they stole our last voice, corrupted culture into industry.
Few minutes remain,
A tame soul wanders wild when it dreams.
Mine are filled with ill visions of soot and dope fiends.
These slit wrists won’t rest till I spill these last drops.
Tarnished skin only sin when I awoke on sidewalk.
Seen your movements through peripheral
Remain same individual.
When a man’s viewed as criminal to act animal is logical.Audible tones honed to hold substance
Form sentence
Poor reluctant poet, speak prose
Refuse to beg repentance

Reluctant poet speak prose
Incite our peoples
We got raked through those coals
Once the truth was divulged.Conscience calls thoughts subliminal
Actions all cyclical
Deplorable descendants of men depressed clinical.
Answers seem visible when visionless
Useless souls fold under pressure like hands pray to false Jesus.

Inadequate adversaries advance awkwardly.
Anger expressed outwardly
Causes ranks to break amongst these frail MC’s.

Your fictional tales told with conviction.
Concise concepts once written enter bloodstream
since this inks been forbidden.

Distorted poet, speak prose
Incite our peoples
We got raked over coals
But the truth’s still untold.

Meaning lost to these zealots
Prefer bullets to ballots
Watch the rich sip from chalice
As these eyes fill with malice
Peasant hands remain callous
as our days retain darkness
I swallow razor blades to keep my vocal cords sharpened.

Morbid mixture of mistrust and anger paints picture.
Perception now blurred words slurred to form scripture.

These sullen souls misinformed
Storm gates of stronghold
Strange fate that I chose
Morbid poet speak prose.

Tattered voices arose
Red Blood written on scroll
Escapes throat an ill flow
For my violence atoned.
Modest thoughts monotone
Infant MC’s play grown
Found them hung in hallways
from cords on microphones.

2). Asylum (Permanent Underclass)

Adverse effect affect the 10that might listen
Welcome to the 21st neo-inquisition
Bite your tongue hold you thoughts close to vest

Better yet look for stars that they stitch reading “projects”
Ironic, we never see ourselves as next prey
What, now we equals cause we have a King’s holiday?
Coming storm here to stay
They turned the noon sky heron gray
Africans into slaves
Say we free
But if we speak like Malcolm X then they assassinate
Fate of men on corporate memos
Halos reserved for those who keep status quo
Carry big stick but speak in low tones.
Truth festers under scab of lies
We the permanent underclass don’t act surprised.Denied access to true wealth
We may have felt the death blow
Again they stole our vocal chords and sold them to the devil
We use to raise our fists now our leadership just settles
Eyes off the ghettos
Keep watching those space shuttles
In midst of this madness it’s madmen that win
Even when we vote the opposite it all reverts to Reagan
Silly Christian pagans
Still clutching myths dated back to ancient Babylon
That might unravel dawn
Misconstrued world view used to assault the misinformed kings
That move and act like pawns
Artist’s conform and play minstrel
Police State treats our young as criminals
Why pray to Roman death symbols?

Truth festers under scab of lies
We the permanent underclass don’t act surprised.

Inner City streets still reek of our inner turmoil
Killing melanined equates to X amount of oil
They’re telling tall tales to keep our eyes on foreign soil
Hearing truth from poor lips makes their blue blood boil
Play foil to false patriots
Remind youth of ’67’s race riots
When they learned to keep us quiet
Consumers consuming
Products we are now neither making or using
It only gets more confusing
30of armed troops minorities
Casualties directly impact Black and Latin families
If freedom is what we are fighting for, they why’d they swindle Gore?
Imprison most our men and never really outlaw lynching?
The rich get tax breaks, so they are stealing from the pensions of the poor
Who were lured to this land by ideas of better lives
Or tightly packed onto slaveships who’s origin historians forever rewrite
Only goal to incite a mental riot
Defiant of airwaves designed to Tailor how I act
I drop the fists and guns and use this tongue to combat.

3). Culture for Dollars

Written word held weight
Now honor at best recessive trait
The sound and shape to come succumbed to Malignant maelstrom

Malformed mentals stained expected outcome
And not to be outdone
Some speak in half phrases
No definition to brush strokes already out of phase with these statements
Raise children off pavement…
Pulse on frauds hasten
When confronted with styles from gutter basements
Set to build like Freemasons, on three angles
All I see are Minstrel MC’s on these channels
Perceived battles only held to sell albums
Propagate stereotypes that bleed out us
Our own doubt us
But I remain devout scholar of skills of forefathers
Ignorance was forced on us
Define honest, if we all breath diseased lies
Define the MC if all he spits are weak lines.Who trades his culture for dollars?
The fool or the scholar?
Griot? Poet? Or White collared?

If my written words slurs
Then my speech correct
Keep my meaning inferred to test your intellect
If you remember HipHop nigga ’nuff respect
Deadverse spoken with broken dalek

Spoken word held meaning
Hostile acts provoked
Formed metaphors
Created urban folklore
Never meant for these upper echelon aurals
That bought and stripped morals
From art that’s gift for us
At heart I’m strict purist
Spit thoughts for poorest
5’6” Honduran sights set on own ruin
Rugged cadence meant to capture essence
Ancestor’s wrath festers under surface of uttered sentence.

Who trades his culture for dollars?
The fool or the scholar?
Griot? Poet? Or White collared?

If my written words slurs
Then my speech correct
Keep my meaning inferred to test your intellect
If you remember HipHop nigga ’nuff respect
Deadverse spoken with broken dalek

4). Absence

Instrumental

5). A Beast Caged

1. Rusted irons trap mental, thought’s essential
Mask meticulous movement towards central
Sip from holy grail to breath eternal, but time’s concurrent
Displace visual with iller words, I’m slurring
Inferred meaning missed target, Minute margins
Make the most hardened crumble when they’re forced silent
Our only virtue left is pure violence
Remain defiant
Incarcerated souls sold to build empires
I grow tired of tyrants passed as presidents
Evidence to theft swept under oval carpet
As inmates and children kept starving
True criminals walk free with presidential pardons.

2. Somber note takes hold of optimistic
Mind that tongue they surveillance visits
Nostalgic visions bring us back to days of backspins
When trivial infractions got your jaw fractured
Shattered lineage from land of US sanctions
Indebted servants to democracy
Feed their families with mere pennies
There’s that truth you seek…
Knew you wasn’t ready
Implications too heavy
The stickup kids I fear wear three-piece suits
Subdued murders lose their meaning when you stand accused
Most my people was born with their necks in noose
So now I wander own streets verses packed in twos

3. Some succumb to pressure
Resort to drastic measures
Modern slavery sanctifies corporate greed
Economies solely based on prison industries
Becomes reality
Dilutes humanity
Our common enemy has long since won
Paint melanined as monsters for years to come
Brushstrokes evoke sage in this heathen MC
A beast caged in the heart of the city

4. This beast caged in the heart of the city
Circumvents common speech
Gutter tongue kept filthy
Histories passed in handshakes
Wisdom achieved
Victory’s always fleeting for these pseudo MC’s
Trapped by narrow minds
Eyes blinded
Political prisoners terrorized in confinement
Confirms what we learned of US police state
Asphyxiate the people they claim to liberate
While you debate Democrat Republican…
They ran the game on poor again
Latins and Africans
Chained at wrists and ankles
Create profits for world bankers
This heart filled with rancor
Resurrected by this modern Rome
Where hate’s condoned
Inherent anger strangles what night has shone
Found shelter when conscienceness faltered
We’ve all been offered as Abraham’s son on ruined alter.

6). Koner

Instrumental

7). In Midst of Struggle

1. In midst of struggle
No movement’s subtle
Rely on skilled verbals since none stand eternal
Learned men lose gnosis
Life taken in small doses only lasts equivalent
Attempts discordant
Irreverent exploits resonate blatant
At core, every last statement is ancient
Adjacent actions lack passion
Those easily distracted attract wrath of real factions
Granted breath, so there’s your precious gift
Your half-assed attempts landed you in ill predicaments
Indicative of lost wisdom, gained fear
Affected speech and handshakes insincere
Seen through that fraudulent folklore
Frail orators narrate own demise with reverb drenched rhymes
As uncivilized eyes focus on torn moral fabric
Deaf ears fall tuned to static
Like suicide my whisper is tragic
Emphatic applause at minor loss left none to rest on Sabbath.

chorus:
You take sword and I’ll take mic
Words spark revolution at man’s twilight
Words granite
Mic flow erratic
These lyrics from gutter Bricks
Lift mist from mind’s stagnant

2. Severed windpipes often cause empires to fall
Calm as angel they’d announce heir to bludgeoned throne
Violent seeds constantly resown
Arsenic laced climate awaits spark to implode
Floodlights shone into tired eyes since youth
Poems honed now retaliate with truth
I seen gods lose honor with each word they chose
Diluted prose formed phrase in three notes
Concealed hope only provokes primal act of called savage
While they sold postcards of hangings
Acts of your Forefathers damning
Got nerve to call darker damaged
When pale skin brought anguish
Made every gun that we brandish
Stole history, culture, music, and all language
Sense panic when brown skin dare speak of sins that all happened
Mad we ain’t dancing???
Minimal advancement won’t make me passive
Lucid lyricist disciplined like assassin.

chorus:
You take sword and I’ll take mic
Words spark revolution at man’s twilight
Words granite
Mic flow erratic
These lyrics from gutter Bricks
Lift mist from mind’s stagnant

8). Eyes to Form Shadows

1. I sense this social order in decline
Our people’s been assassinated by our own blind
Balance bullets off last vertebrae
yo gunshots and lyrics if well aimed will reverberate
There’s no escape
Your false Jesus promised lies
I’m… serenaded by sincere tears often
The honest only work to afford wooden coffins
Done talking cause it’s speech that allows for deceit
This d‰lek I speak is forever bred in basements
Complacent eyes are the only witness to my changes
Abrasive words slurred with obtuse thought
Caught by the few who do watch
But lost on these blocks.

chorus:
Breath below gravel
Eyes to form shadows
Despair always ample
Structure’s unraveled
Breath below gravel
Eyes to form shadows
Head’s nod
But we still living shackled

2. Ample time to sleep once this vein’s collapse
Clasp hands in vain attempt to prey upon victims
Asked for incisions to sever chest from mind
Designed from remnants of nightmares broke in sections
Blessings can’t save designated slaves
Only answer that remains to subvert whole system
All systems fail
But it’s patience that has failed
As our patriarchy’s jailed to provide veiled income
None listen I speak with pierced larynx
Addicts move in slow increments within granite
Hands bound and damaged are weapons we brandish
Deemed savage by masses
When this anger’s just average.

chorus:
Breath below gravel
Eyes to form shadows
Despair always ample
Structure’s unraveled
Breath below gravel
Eyes to form shadows
Head’s nod
But we still living shackled

Bridge:
That pathetic premise of freedom is false
Futility of earthly flesh answers death’s solemn call
Within these very words lie my ancestral tongue
I kept breath within collapsed left lung
As I witnessed modern tower of Babel come undone
These bloodshot eyes surmise that most meaning is lost.

3. Lost paradise rots
Vacant lots breed riots
Few men defiant as we tread ‘mongst giants
Filthy air of liar fills lung of young lions
Pierced flesh of Mayan bleeds words on papyrus
Desires blurred in tortured minds of the pious
None stand as righteous when judged through this iris
Skin marked by man’s iron
Weighted souls wake when well tired
The unsuspected conspire
Brunt smoke from pyre fills night’s sky
Should we attempt to walk on water since we all crucified?
These questions denied
Answers just lies
Sanctify history from hands of blind scribes.

chorus:
Breath below gravel
Eyes to form shadows
Despair always ample
Structure’s unraveled
Breath below gravel
Eyes to form shadows
Head’s nod
But we still living shackled

9). Ever Somber

1. Terrain disfigured
Pressure temple, tempt to tap trigger
Must contend with this diseased mind and drown liver
Cradle soul eternal type land of two rivers
Considered quite embittered by whole corrupt system
Bled fist in attempt when words weren’t heard
Never one to feel blessed beliefs are all blurred
Breath in nocturne
Tone ever somber
Must be meant to wander
Woeful soul won’t get conquered
Days none the calmer
No wealth to squander
My lower class stronger
Can’t suppress anger
People can’t handle
Speak Eastern timbre
Tongue fall like hammer
On those who slander.

Chorus:
Success lasts for seconds
Our future’s forsaken (never found reason)
Blatant lies of Bourgeois (never found meaning)
Seeps into vacant (Found hatred and despair in breathing)
Eyes out of focus
Only see what they told us
World of weight’s on our shoulders

2. Asymmetric hatred only feeds apathetic
Volatile vocals turned thoughts kinetic
Never knew your happiness could just be injected
Belt to clenched jaw teeth hurt all infected
Childhood resurrected
With no mention
We never add time just subtract from life sentence
Why divide God in three sections?
Some find Him uncut in glass vile son, no difference
Frail existence, veiled world depicted
By those still addicted to deities received intravenous
Believers remove pure diction in attempts to deceive us
The last of tacticians
Acts of contrition lost in translation
People lose patience
With words that sound vacant
Atrocities blatant by hands of forsaken
The fortunate find core essence awakened.

Chorus:
Success lasts for seconds
Our future’s forsaken (never found reason)
Blatant lies of Bourgeois (never found meaning)
Seeps into vacant (Found hatred and despair in breathing)
Eyes out of focus
Only see what they told us
World of weight’s on our shoulders

10). Opiate the Masses

1. Spit sacrilege
Blasphemous breath remains accurate
Context of text lost its core concepts
Who speaks our truth?
Convicts or prophets?
Must maintain logic
Who murdered Gnostics?
Fevered mind’s slip
Vision off axis
Knowledge kept backwards
Through iris refracted
Light formed of darkness
Sacrifice offered
Throat slit on author
For teaching these paupers
Falsehoods fostered force us to react
Blind faith forms fanatical combat
Speech figured deep as the learned adapt
Papal armies poised for attack, well in fact…
Your precious books written by hands of human
This Christian Jihad will bleed the poor man
Beliefs and ideas can’t stand congruent
Morality myths kept the common mind ruined.

chorus:
Opiate masses
Knowledge kept backwards
Religion organized gave rise to ill factors:
Genocide from Genesis to last chapter
Concealed the fact the man Jesus was Black(er)

2. Manipulated mental
Misguided myths
You pray to crossed sticks and nails through each wrist
Discard that true gift
Truth still elusive
Illusions used to strip strength from last human
Past omen’s looming
Awake the dead
Misread basic meaning, best left unsaid
What sanity?
Sift though soul hold to thread
Did missionaries wield swords or break bread?
Your holy books only increase bloodshed
Those holy books only increase bloodshed
From first moments they moved to subdue populous
Pagan beliefs interweave to form doctrine
Ironic when you speak of heresy
These priests can’t even see their own diseased fraternity
So fuck that sour wine and stale wafer
Your pale portrait of a hippie could never be my savior.

chorus:
Opiate masses
Knowledge kept backwards
Religion organized gave rise to ill factors:
Genocide from Genesis to last chapter
Concealed the fact the man Jesus was Black(er)

Bridge:
The role of religion in the domination and the destruction
Of African civilization,
Is so shameful…
No matter how you look at it, the picture is negative
Because all of them did more harm than good
All of them made their God…. Ungodly.

chorus:
Opiate masses
Knowledge kept backwards
Religion organized gave rise to ill factors:
Genocide from Genesis to last chapter
Concealed the fact the man Jesus was Black(er)

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