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Releasing Hypnotical Gases

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

1991

cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain

	{oxygen levels, check it, hydorogen levels, check it
	 nitrogen levels.. check it}

[Prince Poetry]

will probably never be 
A question of finishing.

In one sense, humans are nearly, nothing,
Containing something like 1 cubic millimetre of real matter -

Releasing Hypnotical Gases

DJ Morpheus

Phax N Phixion: Nu Hip-Hop Underground

1998

cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain

	{oxygen levels, check it, hydorogen levels, check it
	 nitrogen levels.. check it}

[Prince Poetry]

At the base
Split into three
Underwater he flips
like a submarine
Containing fingers
That are so emotional, analytical
The process was debunked
And compared

in the rain
Speculating at detainment entailed in containing flame
A heinous ledger of lecherous etch-a-sketch erected blame
Feigning sameness is

the sky.
Switch easily.
God’s please me.

Happy home base.
Slow pace.
Fast forward.
Happy.
My face.
Oxygen, sulphur, carbon. 
Nitrogen, hydrogen.

Talking liquid drip

A bitch so cold

Think it’s nitrogen

Ain’t got more game

Den Mahog and dem

Don’t want that smoke

You don’t want dem

Probly’ems

always at 
The base of the same tree.
In all decency, just like a cat, 
I dig a hole with the help 
Of my hind legs and tail. 
Moths are my friends. 
We

on each arm trees get chiefed on
Freaks we sleeped on
Percussion in the trunk or what
Others would call base
Old school hundreds containing small faces
In

Aquatica

Nocturnus

Thresholds

to maintain nitrogen balance
Surgically removing
The enemy within

New leaders create, order out of chaos
A civilization, beneath the depths
Arson

with unbasic
Give em contacts no lasiks
Clear the stage make sure to cover all bases
Then slide like shoes with no laces
The clip in the chamber look

from my habits
A bad guy in my past and I'm remaining so savage
Yah Im retaining my magic
There's no containing my madness
I may not make it from rappin

of hard days
Until your brain go start to change it to the arts base
And make some music as you make your way to wading thru it
Accepting change

lives
Each containing their own version 
Of the cosmic chain, cosmic threads
Like hair caught in an endless drain
Like eternity in an hourglass
Sands