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Tales Involving Women (Dawscyclops' Solo EP)

by Purveyors Of The Conscious Sound

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1.
Soap 02:41
she said up, up is where you find release those eyes are down, shift em north don't lie to me, i'll get ya for it never was the liquor pouring roll one up, then plenty more two cones zip locked we new so it get hot she said up is down, confused and losing function now we'll never make these puppets proud close the door, fucking loud like who care? do stare darling sure from her view i'm starving curves smooth alarming she said up is how you turn the beat i'm burning looking cursed for fee she works and hides maternity reverse breath, hold it's times like this when words are shit and pass through her like ghosts a classic fuck sunk tongue to throat money grow? no tummy grow fed up feeling hungry though we punish skulls no wavering decision snap so wafer thin no backbone no baby then baby when im with you i feel famous like Petraeus dick or Donald's wig the buildings tall i kill and walk metropolis the city gets so toxic they gossip yeah so, we will keep to secret til' the stomach punch relinquish  turn my drama to theatre put speaker on the blast  that more was more than just some ass it was a lesson that was graphic bet those tear drops filled a casket i wonder how you managed but im too afraid to ask it feels like hell though when imagined solace in avoidance but i'm old enough for challenges king up on his hill, point me where the valley is adamant and broke i cram my past into a poem life is filthy, headphones on, the static feels like soap i know that magic is a joke, grab the rabbit by the throat life is filthy, headphones on, the static feels like soap she said up, upstate is where i'm heading  check me on the front, front page music section  huh, yeah whatever non-chalant  say a bunch and never talk a lot  a preacher boy now mocking god we'll always get the oddest look i gotta push, you holding back i seal it shut, you open that  my goals are like dakota land---nothing blocks the vision the ending was explicit so i'll skip it forming frowns and foreign grimace pose for pictures  all we are is figments on some bullshit mixed with gimmick  for real it is some bullshit don't forget it (dont forget it) build the tension with ellipsis (dot dot dot) chase reminders with a guinness i wont define her within limits 
2.
a solemn dust is over sofa no one to fill the holes up sober lit that cig and sip that soda  count ya dreams: a sickly quota  its a bear: no grizzly, polar business weary sniff the sulfur get ya focus with a holster full of pills the moods a coaster watch me vomit, queen chronic mixed with dramamine  a sudden rush to follow dreams is what ya smoking  i've bled the alphabet with poets  giving pennies to the vultures  now look they hover closer  always more, its never over  'til oh word? missed the memo lick the envelope stick the invitation in a barrel  out the window when it's dead cold  count to ten and pull i wrote a rant and practiced it, your voicemail was full now the poison sinking low again so cope with it put fluids on the grocery list then open quick dig into a shoebox full of thoughts i had and photo strips  with mal-intent  it taste like salt but toxic so its halogen if its real i wanna feel so go and dig those talons in  watch how i walk across the tight rope sideways, eyes salt, dodge another light post  i met the redness in your eyes and then let it ride 'til morning lick the salt straight off your skin, jumped into the chlorine  what a death grip, your squeeze one i like but floors me  hear the doorbell, keep it shut 'cause you know what the stork brings grab my hand let's go and find some shelter we gotta travel hell first, it's looking like a cellar  play a stellar game of hearsay  tell a bird, some things i fear pay so step up to that podium and give it to 'em pure, straight kiss the clepto stealing time i set aside for staring out the window  licking lips slow this bitch hurts we hold tight but kid first  fully clothed behind a door that reads do not disturb on wednesday felt subtraction thursday brought some disbelief i wrote inside a napkin and by friday i was heading north, the people watched me rappin on a stage i was sick and all i want is saturday compartmentalize, silly me, i'm still a scatterbrain  watch how i walk across the tight rope sideways, eyes salt, dodge another light post 
3.
rain drip, yawn in the gutter  came to, with dawn on the come up burnt eyes, pre-dated summer just ten ticks from five but the mind is so stubborn wheres my lover? oh, another state im lighting up to deaden taste  of words I say, just pages cross my pillow case i feel okay though look, I found fire in the record cold of april and she don't wear a halo night cap cat chase days go framed skulls grimace  ill meet you on the other side of a New York minute creating moments to live in escaping home its a prison when your walls speak alone sitting still, so still  hear my notebook fill thoughts of you, im staying patient while my coffee tasting naked hold the sugar, baby brang it skin sweet nowadays my goodbyes take sixteen bars I miss the way your lips bring stars now my disdain's charged, it runs for days mood swings and cloud spit all-black outfits that feline dressed in night impresses right before she pounces  on my third shift, drowsy i'd disconnect my shadow from my feet it won't allow me though... ill make a move, taste the moon make a movie play it through space the room, paint in blue  face a truth we say is doomed  it may consume, and kill those left but the thrills no less  my shadow found your silhouette  I'm faded shaded from the spotlight  attention hurts I prefer deferring, not mine  divert your eyes and blink, I will not be another guy im standing out in Franklin Street the rain is pouring, thunders nice midwest weather swinging like my mood my person is split right in two thats twice he rude he wrote ink blue purpose, value, I see both in you yeah lets get together 'Dal we could make the dopest crew  i've felt it for brief moments  breath close, sync to one  seldom with each, hold it wheeze dope sting the lungs  I think im so pathetic and they think i'm too poetic damn they cannot tell I'm dead to that when so high up, no head attached  I'm out but wanna get a cab  take it home and never leave  i wrote this note and drove it to you hoping you'll remember me when cruising back i'm lost for six hours on the spot in surplus with my thoughts so my stereo is off  sit in a little silence  now we tripling the mileage  summer's coming hear the humming of the lions a couple leo's stuck in limbo weaving love poems through a pinhole  ill make a move, taste the moon make a movie play it through space the room, paint in blue  face a truth we say is doomed  it may consume, and kill those left but the thrills no less  my shadow found your silhouette 
4.
the crib is where i come to burn and contradict a pundits word marijuana on the clock i wanna strangle customers and make em pay, double roll cabbage in the hammock with some tanqueray, trouble dawg im out the muzzle with my teeth chipped, enamel rock a dirty flannel that i've had since zero seven bring the brimstone, no need to fear a reverend  so ya covet at the fact i'm eating sushi off her abs with extra sauces no hands and no chopsticks muh fuckas riding dick must really need a show we'll see how loud the quiet gets when giants step on throats clones still blind with hope we'll see how far my style goes they tried to capture it for scientific studies but the vile broke lost i need a gyroscope  she lucid with a tiger skull someday my staircase spiral ho  by then i'll be out on the road missing my twenties swear i'm worth every penny  plus every tear that you're shedding let's spot the hostage at a wedding  dream girl dangerous, you're the only object movie in the background, moon inside my pocket do you wanna scoop? (scoop, scoop) fingers to my temple and i'm asking her to shoot (shoot, shoot) you know my bonnie want the loot (loot) she like the way i rap and now i'm pecking on her face piece need a jimmy hat still questioning my rabies fly girl, serious, bang her out of steeze yo my world delirious, Shaq is hittin three's yo yo bonnie where my car at? i'm starving at the laundromat pick me up i'll flip a quarter pinch it then we'll smoke it my bonnie looking blue with open eyes but i see you i'm jumping on the tracks but i feel fine when i'm with you  my mind has been consumed with the poem that it ruin sprung off love and you swallow my fingers by two  my vomit is my food, i'll die if you die too then Daws will bring me back to life so i guess the jokes on you lost i need to find some hope, so they ask me for a verse i'm thinking they can't rap at all direct em to a church my girlie looking uptight, i think she needs to stretch more my crew moves with L's like horses on a chessboard i'll take my coffee with a razor blade and stand out in the rain for days she folds my notes to paper planes then tells me that i'm fly  when im dirty with my face unshaved  too wordy with the pain display she's dirtier that brain is great i'll never question why we on some oughta beat him right i mean it like i seen it twice not giving props to be polite  i'd rather be the jaded recluse check my next move it's quiet for most its such a challenge when adapting to the silence that i'm custom to it's nothin (true) blame it on the murder shows we hoppin in convertibles this life is like a circus though so check the disappearance  when her hair blow she look fearless with a ski mask? shit it's sex she stick em up for cigarettes "now don't forget the skittles bitch" guess we're pretty into it, we love the view while leaning back some freaks on grass ya we on that and seeing jazz an open road, no judgment pass, we sing off track each key is flat  the sunset as a backdrop also acts as aphrodisiac 
5.
Vertigo 03:10
im obsessing over words they don't love me back you're obsessing over sport teams they don't love ya back i took her hand just like her breathe  and said, 'love i got your back' stop the track to gain your focus right between where death and hope is high as fuck though she don't know notice (she don't notice) (she don't notice).... never shot a pistol and i've never solved a vixen   i swear i woke so high she had her fingers on my mind ill take it turquoise  syncopate with her noise and trigger  sideways around the figure  psychotic and i watch it got some bodies in my closet they'll turn to skeletons in due time, once never ends  it's been adrift vanish i saw the lights of atlantis when her eyes flashed like cameras sneakers made of canvas like ya paint on when damaged i read you seen your storm when free of form so we are equals thats fashion not afraid, i'll demonstrate some passion show ya when the mask is off  ya have to claw, my fingertips are dirty who knows if it is working killed the hesitation murder sensing anx that sank this ship but i'm still burning i switch the wording, still observant watch my eyes shift you're fucking perfect and i told her this in silence  judging by aroma, think she heard me fine we talk but scared to speak up being honest gets you 35  survival, lie low so low i say the dirt is home don't try to lift me up, think i'm suffering from vertigo nod to alfred why's every story hell-bent? takes some courage just to tell it i dont worry or embellish the sky is yellow thats a sign that we should slow down she lines my pillow with her silhouette we smoked out  anxious, need something to sink my fangs in  staring into space, obsession in my nature im obsessing over words they don't love me back you're obsessing over sport teams they don't love ya back i took her hand just like her breathe  and said, 'love i got your back' stop the track to gain your focus right between where death and hope is high as fuck though she don't know notice (she don't notice) (she don't notice).... never shot a pistol and i've never solved a vixen  
6.
blue lights mesmerize my mind like tragedies  locked box store the masterpiece  heart beat the bastard feeds  on grime wings spread, she flies a new day a new direction staying destined for surprise and a black eye, figurative  bigger riffs in a theory what I sift through makes for a weary  puppet button-eyed skull lint so mint upon impact vision gone, pitch black I can't foresee the bitch slap but I can feel the sting raven sings in red Camilla Rhodes until the end the real are open kill the dead, silence  tip-toe my midnight highness  fragility suggests my likeness sense an oh no moment ask Burke, what's the locus of motives? a mystery stay in low key, bones weathered neckline naked, a diamond heist is forever no stoppin, bloody back left pocket red fingertips on the girl I walk with inevitable no other options lookin shookin', posture like a bookend attentive woman, keeps the blows cushioned by what the nose took in n the heart let go  glamour unfelt til death goes art deco  so, so in a forest full of hatchets  family trees have missing branches  damage under-recognized when running with the bandits  don't move, stay in such a dope placement  exterior is caved in choke the raven  red lampshades cascade a downfall how'm I suppose to act when thinking like an animal? subtlety is key when in the land of thieves  sneak motives keep scopin for Camilla Cenci painting hallways the villa  interpret verdicts near the curb hid under wires where kicks hang and birds sit  place an order, purchase more sinister than the bill for a cup of joe it was to kill an ex-lovers soul  pay for the skill in public rose betty knows the ending is smoke filled  hold still for heartbreak hotel  ghosts still persist when dreams are made for tricks  like squeezing on her hips no glitz, not model the feeling is god awful  the pull to flaunt, phenomenal  in my skull again shifting lens so you'll never know what you'll get the bullshit dont play and it even wears your name tag to masquerade now who's the face  the stare is blank the barrels not peril stops, at a squeeze it began by having dreams  Hollywood n things (Hollywood n things) materialism  material women  it takes some time to figure out beauty is deficient now curtains but no concert here  just lots to fear the monsters near  that box will scare So, identities been commandeered  the pawn of peers, outta there only goal is stop the stares that opera chair is memorable and all she heard, "silencio"

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released January 27, 2014

Lyrics by Jake Dawson, Nick Holder and Liz Graham

Production by Andy Boonstra and Zach Crawford

Mixed and Mastered by Zach Crawford

Photography by Brett Brooner (Broonamite Photography)

Album Artwork by Derek Miller

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Purveyors Of The Conscious Sound Omaha, Nebraska

In a collaboration of different styles mashing underground hip hop with thumping dance beats and soulful vocals, the Purveyors of the Conscious sound have formed one of the most unique and untouched fusions of raw and gritty lyrics over crowd hyping instrumentals. With the members hailing from the midwest to the east coast, this four member crew brings a live hip-hop show that is unrivaled. ... more

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