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The Birth

AZ

Decade 1994-2004

2004

words spoken
By a brother attemptin' to open
The graves, of these mentally dead slaves
Who've been lost on a cross, for decades
And centuries, lookin'

I'm confessing to this vodka this stress will get you popped up
A walk by black pea coat the desert E spit nonstop
Cease ya'll plans I plan to live I

the shape, but never the colors of the prism
You traded in all your wisdom for the black and white of knowledge
I steady say fuck the system here with

Set it off!

Verse 1 (Hempzee#93)
In all I do I put a beauty to
By my obligation for creation for my crew
Whether it’s writing, rappin,

Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by

A girl preserved throughout the years
Repainted in the prism past
We're holding hands at long last

Fortified by age-old condolences
Drawings

breaks,
We ain’t so exclusive,
Be leaving traces,
Of my heart for you,
Been mended for me,
By the traces rooted,

Liable in question,
Directions tuned in,

to deepest blue
Every color in me wants to be seen by you
Don’t fade in the dark, let them see
Every color in you wants to be seen by me

We are a spectrum

youth they aim to target my prism
Take the mindset of my spirit & misfit
Chop all my ligaments torn by the mission
Destiny road to progress I envision

somewhere
Mime ovations to the sky
My alibi

Walk with me by the tideline
Sprawling dunes like ribbons laid unfurled
The blue sea set afire
A thief the tide

as a prism
Now I'm counting my glories, cuz
Demons are knocking my door, when I remain in silence
Show them how to quit
Cheering by the mirth of the past

debilitating stances defiant of scourge
Society yawning as silence passes by to answer a mass call

Try to type and Skype a violent virus by mind's design

We'll have it
From the outside looking in I'm getting by
Collecting every thought don't make you wise
I had a plan, I had a simple plan
I saw it fall

the mop
Cautious or not every nigga get got
By that nigga thats hooded all black spilling time
Dripping im dripping im dripping a lot
Niggas be tripping

They know not what they do
All our lives in view of prisms
Sometimes this music is for me, what religion isn't
I still believe in God, but think we

stoicism
In my special little prism in disguise
Yall not ready for the trip it's
Gonna make you so vulnerable
Go sit down n get comfortable

Deaths greeting

each one trying to be lords
The secrets of the universe revealed during war
Spoken as a friend by the original source
Transmigration of the soul through

By the light of the moon
Reflecting shadows on our lunacy
Traverse this madness calling
And Icarus is falling in our name

By the light of the moon

become
Swallowed by this kingdom of
Fairytales and beautiful lies that
Crawl through my veins in disguise

Hallucination
Wandering in this endless prism

The bigness of our littleness
Prism of myriad strength in numbers
Oneness of our fractured shards
Eager chatter tit for tat, otter and rat

Fraternizing enemies

Whistle Down the Wind

Haircut 100

The Best of Haircut 100

1994

Out the window
Look what's happening
In my prism
Watching day by (day by day)

In my humour (hah)
Kiss and make up friend
Out the window
Look

Joanne

Michael Nesmith

Best of Michael Nesmith [LP]

2003

Her name was Joanne, and she lived in a meadow by a pond.
And she touch'd me for a moment,
with a look that spoke to me of her sweet love.
Then

Whistle Down the Wind

Haircut 100

The Greatest Hits of Nick Heyward + Haircut One Hundred

1997

Out the window
Look what's happening
In my prism
Watching day by (day by day)

In my humour (hah)
Kiss and make up friend
Out the window
Look

Joanne

Michael Nesmith

Sounds of the Seventies: More AM Nuggets

1994

Joanne
Her name was Joanne 
And she lived in a meadow by a pond
And she touched me for a moment
With a look that spoke to me of her sweet love