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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 

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from Tales Involving Women (Dawscyclops' Solo EP), released January 27, 2014
Lyrics by Jake Dawson & Liz Graham

Production by Andy Boonstra & Zach Crawford

Mixing and Mastering 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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