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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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from Tales Involving Women (Dawscyclops' Solo EP), released January 27, 2014
Lyrics by Jake Dawson and Nick Holder

Production by Andy Boonstra and Zach Crawford

Mixed and Mastered by Zach Crawford

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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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