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Nothing Beautiful Here/Hear
They found me,
curved into a capitol G
spine exposed a ghost of misery, a toast to misery [glass clink]
memories grow faded until destroyed
a brain of celluloid
(that’s) highly flammable, flesh in the mandible
devouring self trying to escape the animal—In ME!
or the fact that I’m empty, I certainly en-vy
your integrity, when all I have is gritty
and the grizzly
thoughts that tend to grip me
Its rather sickening and sir! It is never ending
and as close as I get on any given day is it being on nerve endings of…
flesh and bone, gristle and meat
a furnace of a soul but the coal is self defeat
self repeats
self repeats
self rep-eats/eats
self repeats
[Warped]
(And I am)
echoing dissonance
echoing dissonance
never felt more lonely than with the world at my finger tips
REACH OUT!? And get your digits clipped
YOU don’t count and you should remember it
yeah, you should remember it
you should remember it
nobody is listening and everyone is a critic in this
stained waving away the pain (just a little bit)
every bloody grip of hope that that slips through
you will find despair pairs well with that mirror within you…
[Spinning reel]
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Arcade Smasher
03:20
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Arcade Smasher
Non-fiction in the grammar get at you with jumps and a hammer
I will Slam YOU!
Jackass ape—get it on like your namesake
Donkey Kong, you really gonna try to pull it?
I will make you swallow that barrel and b-b-b-bite the bullet
I am a terrible devil, edible level
you can bite me but start fearing the shovel, I dig deep
cut slash repeat stab cut a bevel and let it drip drop and leak
settle and congeal
born to the darkness never let it conceal
heart of the void, paranoid to what’s “real”
beats and a beating eating floorboards; a meal
and things do tell tale
I was- I was num-b to the finger--finger nails scratching the surface just trying to get to the purpose
well, what do you purpose then?
I don’t think its prose if you sitting there posing
collecting checks from idol threats
and then folding anything of real value you hold in!
(that is just tarnishing the golden)
That is not a glass half empty, that is a pitcher un-poured
worse than dying of thirst is the fact that I am fucking bored
with the same shit (and what do you call that?)
narco-septic, tank full of sharks and narcoleptics
bottom feeders will scheme on your dreams
eyes closed and unseen are the tigers, hammerheads, goblins
hyped for the left over stains of great whites in the whole h20-OH NO scene I was sitting clean collecting callouses, mastering the circuitry and magnets that project the aurora borealis from the kill screen
I know what I am and I know what I am not
(1 quarter, 1 spot)
(1 quarter, 1 spot)
Ghouls, ghosts and robots
(1 quarter, 1 spot)
Demons, creatures and warlocks
(1quarter, 1 spot)
Armor, space invaders and endless shots
(1 quarter, 1 spot)
Street Fighters, Finish Him and Bodies Drop
(1 quarter, 1 spot)
(1 quarter, 1 spot)
(1 quarter, 1 spot)
(1 quarter, 1 spot)
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Butcher's Cut
03:57
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Butcher’s Cut
Hyperion. Sphinx.
I am lamping on you tampon rappers
catch a shiv to your side well pushed
because your style is George Bush you left Gore played
but now I am top notch butcher I am gourmet
Like Boar’s Head wore his head on a bored day
and I wont stop bad case of the KNOCK KNOCKS
shave and a hair cut close to the top spot
skull wont grow back but brain matter is top notch
and on the top notch lost a couple screws and bolts
I am no longer a well soldered vault I’m UN-Safe
you won’t need to save your place
check point, I point it out before I sever your face kid!
and no PR’s repping'
at this point there is no need for weapons
I am sharp in this spot and I am wrecking pop
you touch me you’ll need a tetanus shot
(now go and get it)
Outta his head
Outta his mind, better find him
Poltergeist with the guile to realign them
to the darkest side, this side is where you'll find him
somebodies/somebody!?
I spit fire
lick lighters and kiss flames
skin peeled revealed a syncopated frame
a twisted misery of sickness and loss names
[they’re like: and who the fuck are you]
I told you, Hyperion--a sphinx
limping on you half cocked midgets fidget when I approach the mic
like shadows and maggots encroach light
strike fright (witness the…)
Throne of limbs sewn together hers and hims
hemmed up at the point the joints bend
heads for the bevels, the whole thing spins for dramatic reveals
spills guts and gets ill plus you though you knew him
but things change, mind mutated in the frame
doors open step inside have a soak afterwards…
please seek antidote
(now go and get it)
Outta his head
Outta his mind, better find him
Poltergeist with the guile to realign them
to the darkest side, this side is where you'll find him
somebodies/somebody!?
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Mausoleum Maker
02:50
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Mausoleum Maker
You kill good men,
sell their blood to Broadway
sidle up to critics,
shake hands in broad-day
light? Turns day--turns night
that skyyyyyyyyy [stretch and distort harmony] above is a lycan
transforms over blood, I don’t think I can
make it pretty so I am leaving this city, you can never have my heart but my pity cigarettes and food, discounts on funeral tees
that never contribute to those funeral fees
B-b-bees in the trap! A symptom of a hive mind
cover that, like we are all trying to hide spines
[meanwhile] fluff pieces on the 9’oclock
dying now while we dream about a finer block
not a highway lined with blockades
we live sci-fi and still cant stop AIDS
(Sirs, why do you block aide?)
YOU ALREADY MADE A KILLING, YOU LIVE ATOP GRAVES!
you live atop, top--you live atop graves; atop graves
You already made a killing, in fact you made killers
you already made a killing, in fact you made killers
you already made a killing, in fact you made killers
in fact you made killers
in fact you made killers
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Dead In The Day
03:10
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Dead In The Day
Too much for there to be no touch numb to the fingernails
I could tell the tale of a man that lost his hands
Trying to keep his fingers on the truth,
Until them lies got loose eyes got juiced on the
UNSEEN, UNREAL, UNCLEAN
Expectations of what it means,
What it means to be free! If I could be free of these MONSTERS!
(Shiiiit) I would have been gone
But Stockholm syndrome told me I belong
Right here in this filth and shit
This barking pit drowning in the river Styx
Anchor on grip dragging slow and it wont let me go
Too much for there to be no way
Dead in the day hell I cant even say what its like
To be wrong but feel right—never saw a white so bright
I did not be—lieve that it could not be stained
Black so dark it could not be changed
Treat my heart and head the same
A ligature a symbol of a man painting pictures
Of a plan! To escape this hell
Rise from the belly of the whale x2
I could tell the tale of a man that lost his hands
Trying to keep his fingers on the truth,
Until them lies got loose eyes got juiced on the
UNSEEN, UNREAL, UNCLEAN
Expectations of what it means,
to be free…
And if you want souls then we’ve got them
come join us now down at the bottom
Sodom and Gomorra the merrier
the more scars the scarier so bring it on
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Elements Unknown
03:08
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Dripping With Death
04:00
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Dripping with death
If you sleep on this you stay asleep, stay asleep--
if you sleep in this you stay
Time to count your sheep electric or meat
[electric or meat]
blade running on the beat with a wolf in my veins and I am here to eat!
[here to eat]
no pillow speech
walking dead with a fist full of beach
amp--er--sand here to bring that sleep, [bring that sleep]
That choking heat [choking heat] got a pyramid head scheme tear flesh from the breast of the beat then (wanna see him chill)
bottle fed how you keep him still--
But I aint here to creep no I AINT HERE to creep creep creep
In fact I want you to see when the dagger goes deep-deep-deep--
that's death on a POV screaming
F YOU B's
From the bottom of a P-I-T
No PYT just
UGLY AND GROWN like IT AINT NO' THANG
With a speech so slang that it might not bang in a not bright brain
So are you with it or dim witted dim the lights then kill it
We like it dripping with death
And you all defend garbage like city workers on strike I am coming with the new fangled fight the fang and the bite, the bark and the sound;
that automates and trembles the ground so I actually dub step on necks Crush grooves when I come around bum out orbit morbid like horses kicking three hooves
Shell to the toes
And make any sir nose embrace funk
Fucking wild no goose chase
Just bass and a call to fuck smiles on any punk
on any punk!
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Un-Delicatessen
01:37
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A whole grip of “Edward’s” in the tool box, fool’s block
and still get sliced the way the food chop
wrecking, while you reckon (?) on that glue drop
you’ll get stuck nine more times before I do stop----
The Un-Delicatessen!
serving up hurting let me show you to your section
a beast of a creature-feature spraying up your blessings
and stay slaying them, steady keeping them guessing
Order UP! And its about to go down
hedge trimmers and chainsaws make a coarse
you are going to have to swallow your fingers to keep the noise down
you are going to have to swallow your fingers to keep the noise down
High-five look alive and back your horse down, in other words;
don’t get harmed, first rule on the farm is:
-No staying fresh when sticking these piggy’
sleek in my slicker on my way to greet the city
hook in hand, Candyman on the shake up
Blood oath—Blood brothers so never shall we break up…
Blood oath—Blood brothers so never shall we break up
Blood oath—Blood brothers so never shall we break up
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Ordinary Animal
04:03
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Cut that pony’s legs off
he isn’t going anywhere
he learned a new trick and as punishment,
will have to sit right there
and think about—just why he shouldn’t think
and why meat is just to smart
and if I knew you had a brain I wouldn’t eat your heart
(Or any of the good parts, or any other good parts inside
or any of the good parts, or any of the goodness you hide)
NOW! Nothing says love like a three-storied slaughterhouse
Eat your words or just take them from your martyr’s mouth
How does it feel in your food chains?
Painkillers and kids are veal
Every man is a walking meal
Waking in the window of life
Skin peeled and maybe for the right price
We will be saving or perhaps just savoring
The very moment when the axe goes chop
You just another mammal in the butcher shop
Birds of a feather
Will sing fuck the flock
Knowing that the Shepard has to eat too
Why do you think he is keeping you so close?
You take the flesh and we’ll keep the ghost
You make a mess and we will make the most
Of this moment in time
Have a toast and we will toss those bones
Feed the remains to the flocks you own
No pigs’ just pieces of what is left
But I would sleep with those pigs
If there was a piece of your chest left in this mess
This slop this spot is now my own
And I feel
And I feel I belong in here
And in this filth and greed
I would give anything
To see you next to me
Right here next to me
Swinging and singing
Cut that pony’s legs off
he isn’t going anywhere
he learned a new trick and as punishment,
will have to sit right there
and think about—just why he shouldn’t think
and why meat is just to smart
and if I knew you had a brain I wouldn’t eat your heart
(Or any of the good parts, or any other good parts inside
or any of the good parts, or any of the goodness you hide)
Cut that pony’s legs off
He isn’t going anywhere
He learned a new trick
And his punishment
Will have to sit right there
There into the corner
For which we backed him into
Unstable in the stable
But it is fundamental
That he learns
That this is all a game
And he is going to have to earn his name
Cut that pony
Cut that pony
[Pony will have to make the cut]
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ONE TIME
for our minds still in tact frequency informed but still
fades to black never to return what feeling is that to be
Beaten beaten beaten and burn and still will not crack--pressure a cooker a marker of forms cold then coal coalesced and reborn diamond on the inside of machine guts so let's turn up thats two times for a...paradigm shift lift up only give up the ghost to further float through dimension or the tension of moats
Lined with danger and other cloaks dddddaggers
Blood in the boat
Rancor sit and hold strong keep the keep drop anchors deeper than any sharks throat knock out teeth battle everything knock out reefs creeks of shit flood land fertilize roots until they knock out leafs
Turn that transformed waste into something steep
Three times three times three times
Now we are moving forth touch sports hit hard scarred and torch your fort
Embers ovens abort do it abroad just to stir into court and ask justice what it feels sense it does not see
Get grilled full grill smile when the answer is heat
Yeah you have to stand in hell to even be answering me
DDdddevils don't divulge truth less you you are heavily involved with the art of sacrifice
If your this low its an abysmal price for anything you'll get
If your this low its an abysmal price for anything you'll get
That's a high five for a 666
That's a high five for a 666
That's a high five for a 666
That's a high five for a 666
That's a high five for a 666
That's a high five for a 666
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Decoy Dungeons Chicago, Illinois
Out of Chicago, A steadfast trio each with unique artistic backgrounds.
Rappers, DJ's,
Designers and Creative Collaborators.
Decoy Dungeons officially started in 2015 and have released 1 LP, 2 EP's and are working on new full length:
(The) NEON DRIP
Inspired by RTJ, Aesop Rock, Cage to NIN, MF DOOM, Danny Brown, Rico Nasty, GWAR, Tierra Whack, Kitten Forever, Laura Jane Grace and more
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