Contra Diction (feat. J Soulstice)

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The Thought

"The Thought: A Logical Inquiry" is an essay by Gottlob Frege. It was published as "Der Gedanke. Eine logische Untersuchung" in the philosophy journal Beiträge zur Philosophie des deutschen Idealismus (English: Contributions to the philosophy of German idealism) in 1918. It was republished in Mind in English in 1956. In it, Frege argues against idealism and for platonism about thoughts, or propositions. Frege says ideas are private, but thoughts are public. Frege said that such abstract objects were members of a third realm. Frege also argued for a redundancy theory of truth. Quoting Frege, "The thought, in itself immaterial, clothes itself in the material garment of a sentence and thereby becomes comprehensible to us. We say a sentence expresses a thought." more »

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I'm trying to live again, yo, yo
I said yo, what up? It's ya boy!
The one who got the master plan but stay playing coy
Yo, what's good with it? It's yo mans
The one without a ploy that claims he got the master plan
I'm like a dog chasing cars, meticulously well-thought-out
Like a cat chasing lasers, I'm on the prowl
I'm the flashy chains you wearing that stay scaring off the robbers
The bloody stains you wearing that ease the minds of coppers
I'm the empty of your wallet that keeps the pussy wet
The couch potato playing Halo, just to break a sweat
I'm the extra year of college that be lowering your debt
The skinny and athletic that been breathless in the set
I'm paramedic sirens that make the children cheer
The canine tooth of lions that whisper in your ear
I'm blood-curdling screams you really wanna hear
The ulcer in your liver, that made your doctor give you beer
I'm sleight of hand to steal your nose, but why do I got two?
I'm a bending of your garden-hose, keep water flowing through
I'm tight on funds to get home, get paid to take the train
A sending-up of all-we-know, that takes away my pain!
That Contra Diction
Contrary to belief, there's no restrictions!
You aren't what you eat, more what you listen
Sharp without the teeth like Lisa Simpson
You contradiction!
Yo, check
Conscious creative with a little bit of self-doubt
Everyone's focused on sports, as a kid I got left-out
Stuck inside my bubble, thinking "how should I express, now?"
I'm stressed out, I hate the feeling when you're really empty
But not necessarily sad, it's really deadly
Like a crocodile wishing we could stop and smile
I pocket-dialed my past and now the drama's wild
Yeah, I used to care too much and now I live with no care
A sign that says "You're Here!" in the middle of nowhere
It's almost like the air that you breathe, wait there's no heir
In the unknown and never knowing makes you so scared
Damn, I had to close my eyes so I could see myself
Make me say it again, I never repeat myself
Smart enough to stand alone, also know I need some help
It's not just about friends and fam, it's how you treat yourself
Uh, on this journey, it's your path to choose
Yeah, the one you have, the one you have to lose
Stop looking to lose yourself, no Eminem song
In common with nothing, then everything just went wrong
I still haven't cursed in no verse, every bar
Ain't nobody stopping in here!
'Cause we all retarded and the traffic too severe
I'm Macho Man Randy Savage, shedding a tear
The forty-day crossing to the city really near
I'm more than meets the eye, 'cause I'm basic as f*ck
I only dream of dying, 'cause I live, laugh, love
I'm powered and responsible, on my knees in prayer
I'm sweating bullets in the snow, I guess I'll add a layer
I'm the broken instrument you play to nail you a solo
I'm the church confessional that we been pushing for promo
I'm the broken innocence you pay to mail you a solo
I'm the Nickelback that you been confusing for Shlomo
I'm the sexual assault that gets you elected the POTUS
The clean and sober living while injecting the lotus
I'm the imperfections and mistakes that make me a treasure
I'm the escalated pain that you corrected as a pleasure
I said, yo! What up? It's the guy!
That batter up assumptions just to give 'em a fry
Yo, yo, yo, what's really good? It's that dude
The world battered up and fried just to give him a chew
That Contra Diction
Contrary to belief, there's no restrictions!
You aren't what you eat, more what you listen
Sharp without the teeth like Lisa Simpson
You contradiction!

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