DOOMLOGIX MIXTAPE: (Alrighty then.) Dope Logic is Dedicated to bringing you DOOMLOGIX, so that’s what’s happening right here starting with our first track, Dedicated! After that it’s gonna be a long ride. Get ready for the freestyle at the end, few times in between, we’re always about that free style if you know what I mean. Without any further ado, I bring to you, because.. DEADICATED: (MFGRIMM, the only instrumental of DOOMLOGIX that is not MFDOOM, instrumental by Nick Swift.) Appropriately the GRIMM REAPER starts our mixtape off! I am a communicator, vocal chakra’s highly animated, stimulation is my name in entertainment, dedicated! To what? The game we play? Imitation UNBELIEVABLE until you try it, till you buy it, BULL SHIT. Fully equipped, if there was a rule book, it’s spent. All I ever do is vent; I burn like a pile of books with unheard words. Has it ever occurred? Only infinitely, evidently all y’all dots can’t connect me. No requirements, right now I’m just settling into my environment, my name ain’t Casey, but if it was I’d be Jonesing for some Spacey. So take him to the Moon! Round Trip’ As we come full circle again with some brand new tricks. I’m writing a list of Everything I do, it says exist. Round Trip’ as we come full circle again with Some Brand New Tricks, I’m writing a list of everything I do, it says exist. Says exist. Says Exist So I write a little bit, laugh a little because a little to me, that’s a big fib. If a littles what you want, a littles what you get. Used to me usually pushing the limit, I push doors that pull me through, swoop. Ain’t no telling what a little push can do. Take an inch, make a mile, do whatever it takes to make you smile on purpose. How may I be of service? I’m determined to examine your style, and learn it. Pick out all of the pieces I have no concern with, that’s discernment, it’s a learned skill. One that fits the bill. You thought he was cool, yeah you thought he was real? Maybe he was, but you’d never see it through all the static and the fuzz because you had a habitual to judge kind of attitude. There’s nothing wrong with that, if I had to choose I’d kick the baggage loose & transcend the Moon. Round Trip’ As we come full circle again brand new tricks Trick tricks ut what 1 One full circle 2 Two full circle We coming’ around with a brand new list and it still says exist. in a Round Trip. You know what I’m doing I am writing my list. It says exist says exist, says exist Yes it says exist Because I’m an open book, I’ll even read it for ya. For me honesty always leads to euphoria. Firm and more of a feeling victorious. Now listen to the story of a peaceful warrior. Caught up in the mix, always ready to twist one. Don’t get it twisted, I came to exist son. Looking for something, I fit the description, to me it’s all hip hop I don’t know the difference. Events in sequence lead to achievements with diligence and a dream to believe in. A dream to believe in? That’s funny because when your life is a dream, that’s like saying, “What do you believe in?” I’m the dream walker, the journey of our soul is a Saga. You came from a star, it’s natural that you glow, let me ask you though. Ever take a chance cause you had to know? Or was the attraction so actual there was no question, all intention, did you go about your business so casual? Huh what what? Open Open the Pen it’s a BULL RUN: (Yeah) Open the pen, let the bull out, no time to steer, Run. Pun intended, I’m inclined to be laid back. Done putting up with people and their bullshit. Soon as they pull it, nobodies foolin’, can’t be muled in. I’m too aggregate, & bull headed. Ought to drop 10 at mach 11. Got to 7 then popped the leverage, co opt, plot the spectrum. I blow through brick walls without dropping my beverage. Bare this. If the shoe fits I’ll wear it, but I already told you my feet aren’t like yours I’m 40 light years old in this message. We sought to scatter the lessons like a pond that ripples back, riddled with questions. Now we scribble the essence. So where do you fit in all this? (Repeated X 2.5) A wise man once said, “Be honest though.” That was Eons ago, it’s about time y’all get to know me. It’s pretty lonely being everybody’s homie. When water follows a callow fellow. He must realize this is no time to settle, soggy bottoms and sleepy hollow. Feeling like I need to throttle but I’ll chase the night until I see tomorrow. Even if I seem like harrow man, I am not a sorry man. Bare this. If the shoe fits I’ll wear it, but I already told you my feet aren’t like yours I’m 40 light years old in this message. We sought to scatter the lessons like a pond that ripples back is riddled with questions. Now we scribble the essence. So where do you fit in all this? (Repeated X 2.5) Universe! Let me put you in a verse. How you’re so comfortable with your boots and spurs, dig in my back, Move it hurts! It would soothe the nerves to include the courage, but an action is due to surge, an that’s when you exude in magic. Slay the Dragon. Is it true that when you attack the mirror, the mirror attacks back at you? Well, I’ll tell you that I am relaxed to the point and imbued with a Magnitude. And if the shoe fits I’ll wear it but I already told you my feet aren’t like yours. I’m 40 light years old in this message. oooh I hope y’all enjoy this on that doomlogic twist, we’re going to learn about self control in this one… SELF CONTROL: If only I could Learn more self control.. I wouldn’t always be all over the place, respect my desire with a little more restraint. Wouldn’t ever keep myself up in a cage, but I’ll sing my song like a bird seeing better dayz. Buzz like a bee, still as serenity, practice sensitivity or lose it all for one sting? That’s what it takes to make sweet money, made it our hive protect it like honey. But unlike the animal eating to survive, it’s more like a metaphor for the energy we thrive. Not unlike California, I spend it when I get it waiting for the next rush to hit quick. Always on a rush, sometimes I feel like I’m too hot to touch. If I don’t slow down, I’m a need a crutch. At least I know now, Self Control is my next path to go down. If only I could Learn More Self Control If only I could Learn More Self Control Earth to Anthony, talk about broken focus, right under my nose but I don’t always notice that the world is moving really quickly. I want to chill with the Weott, up in the Wigi smoking on sticky. That’s when it hit me, I could go ahead and recreate history. The herbs Used to help me Slow Down, chilling in class instead of clownin’ around. Slowly but surely, it occurs to me what was once a cure may be now hurting me. Why would I have to do this? Self Control has a certain paradox, a push and a pull. Energy in Motion, complete release seems to be the only thing that gives me any peace. If I hold too hard, I might lose an arm, stutter or sputter self control is an art. If only I could (lol) Learn More Self Control (It’s so funny right?) If only I could Learn More Self Control Oh O (oh yeah, maybe maybe) π: (And Anthony really was) nah Ever since I’ve been the road less traveled, I been too complex to unravel, going places that I never thought possible when I saddled up. Mediocre Media, That’s a lot of Baggage huh, War as an obstacle, that’s a lot of baggage huh? All that’s gots to go, so let it, Biometrics. However you get your kicks I’d prefer that mine weren’t made by little kids. One year on Christmas I got some Nike’s as a gift, please forgive me for being unappreciative. You know no one ever took Doc Ellis Serious until he pitched a no hitter? Go figure, speaking of seriousness I’m seriously looped, living truth, do it yourself. Can do attitude, yeah that helps, get off the can and demand world health. I never intended to ever move stealth, only to assert an assure self. Never felt better about getting it together, now it’s time to grow up. Know where the light is, glowing sun, when it comes out we have fun. The best part is that life goes on, it’s not like I don’t like when the night has dawned. It’s sunset and my light is on, it’s time that I write a tight song. And times like this, sometimes it’s like that, you can bet no matter what that I got your back. Solidarity is the new arrivederci. Killing them with kindness, leave em, no mercy. I’m a giant chillin’ on the avenue, bringing along that king kong attitude. Or I’m in the laundry room digging for some quarters, I’d be crossing borders if I could find a good book to read. I’m mostly hooked to speak, don’t look asleep, don’t feel asleep neither. Wondering if I should jump into the beat feet first or just explode into ether, like I have a choice to do either. Grounded and eager to soar like an eagle but it means nothing without other people. So, I’m pin pointing syllables like my tongue is a needle, designing the fine lines in my minds cathedral. DaVinci convincingly lives infinitely as an achievement that I may be attempting, and you are, what I am representing. You are Mi Amor more deserving than anything I could ever bring myself to the floor, as a part of you that’s hard to ignore. Adoring the moment that we open our doors. Speaking my truth from my core, colored through the layers of an onion, dicing and arranging patters of engagement - put it in a frying pan quantum entanglement. Sense me from the smell and taste of it, triggering the memory so sensationally, pertaining to entertainment unlimited possibilities, one interest communication on a level of changing nations. Phi ratio bringing clarity to thy radio stations. I get by with my pie observations because I’m a piece of it, I love it. (We just made it past π folks, now it’s about to get weird. So we heard Deadicated, then we heard the Bull Run, Self Control # 3.14 π. Don’t even ask me why we’re onto 5, 4’s the stability in your mind where you at homie!?) **** The end of π happens to land on 12:34 time wise, NICE! VS: (From the space ship we would like to thank you for staying tuned in this long) Once I met an alien who wanted to take me to his space ship. Asked em where it was, he couldn’t seem to place it. Took a quick minute, he looked at me and said, “Hold up homie, it’s up in your head!” I was like “Wait!? What you doing up in there?” Before I could get an answer he vanished into thin air… (X-Files Sample “No!”) Can’t escape it, make it change or break it, I am alienated. What I’m saying, seldom hated, no Del the HomoSapien. Man these antics, apparent static, electro charged magnet gotta have it, a pen to make magic. Whatever happens to spark the imagination. How many times will I fall into my mind using a purple crayon to draw all my lines How many times will I rise into a rhyme using a purple crayon to draw all my lines Books! If only you could count em, it’s took years, we’ve been bending these gears before it’s look! One who flew over the kooku’s nest is on to his next wind. Fly little birdie, over the moon, I might have a cow man if I don’t get over this soon. Swoonin, learning how to make music with spoons like click clickety clack clacking’ these tracks these chains, seems so cliche but to be free from deep pain, each song each change is an exchange made in deep space. (Sigh*) How many times will I fall for a rhyme using a purple crayon to draw all my lines How many times will I rise into my mind using a purple crayon to draw all my lines Chemical composite, crayon logic, I feel it fading away like I already lost it. My body tells me to stop, I keep drawing. The toll it takes while I droll out waves wouldn’t save me the time so I’m all in all out, sliding in through the wind 4 without a doubt. How Many Times? Whenever I can feel it calling me to heal it, whenever it’s a’peelin’, HOW How Many Times!? That’s distraction on your mind, someone always around the corner trying to sell you some more rhymes, like “Hey yo you, I’ve got purple crayons dude.” and I usually say “Say on.” Seance, I made the day once. I write my own rhymes, thank you, Chaos. & You know I’ve been warned, been awarded, and I’m calling V B VS BE YOU TO FULLY TRUE (Wow we are swimming through this mixtape. Yo I wrote this song about a girl I used to know. She could quit lying!? But it was so obvious she was lying, she couldn’t hide it either. Man it was cool, I wasn’t tripping, I was like just be yourself, shit!?) You could see by the look in her eye, sweetie please quit with the lie. Be yourself be yourself, be you to fully true. B A Utiful just so you know you are unique and it shows. So don’t hold back or act suspicious. Ain’t no problem with being ambitious. I could see right through you like you’re so bleak I assume your lying. But look at me I don’t seem to ming, just tell me do I read you right? You could see the look in her eyes, sweetie please, quit with the lie. Be yourself be yourself be you to fully true. What a concept, tell the truth. If you don’t it’s to hell with you. That’s why they call it forgiveness, so let yourself be your own witness. Let’s be honest, the truth feels great, sometimes the truth gone hate, but it’s okay cause the truth relates. We know we gone make mistakes. You could see the look in her eye, sweetie please quit with the lies. Be yourself be yourself, be you to fully true. It must be weird and intense to always stand behind a fence, what you’re saying it don’t make sense. If we could be anything, let’s be honest. You know I don’t see anything wrong with you, I don’t see myself ever writing a song with you. It’s like no way and on with you, I just don’t know what you’re gonna do!? You could see the look in her eye, I’m like sweetie please, quit with the lies. Be yourself be yourself, Be you to fully true. (Do it again) Be yourself Be yourself Be you to fully true be yourself be yourself be you to fully true. (In describable singing) Living, I’m living, I’m living my life as a computer simi (indescribable) Calculating Calculating Calculating…living… SIDE A COMPLETE

begin Side B of DOOMLOGIX MIXTAPE COMPUTER SIMIAN: calculating calculating… Calculating… Babababababop booo Living I’m living I’m Living my life as a Computer Simi (hm) No one ever cared about me (Aww) At least that’s how I imagine (sigh) Computer Generated Simi How could compute to mend me? Life as a computer Simi Computer Generated Simi At first, I was like “Word,” that isn’t the craziest thing I’ve heard since I got to Earth, Computer Generated Simi-Automatic laughter pardon my reflex. I’m abstract and backwards what’ll it be next. As if someone sat inside of a mask forgot everything they knew before if only they could ask about life but that question last forever. Infinite parallels measure with no error, just new era. Simulate the past but it looks so real, stimulate the math and I swear it feels. Yeah that smarts, but it’s dumb the way we’re all together but so torn apart. The way we play with the clay, being too serious makes one harden with age, forget what it was it’s all 0’s and 1’s. Life as a Computer Simi (mgmm) No one ever cared about me At least that’s how I imagine Computer Generated Simi How could you compute to mend me? (laughs) Life as a Computer Simi Computer Generated Simi Right now Homie, I think I know what you’re going through. Ever get a sense like you’re not alone but there’s nobody to go to? I do, sometimes I feel like I’m supposed to power up or something like Goku, (Freestyle>> then I’m like “Ahh!” Get into this beat like a hype primed up. Get into this beat like a hot crime, what? I climb up to the mountain cause I got something to say, but I look around, all I see is relay cause these days I freestyle free play so much. I don’t even know where the freeway is, I’m way out of touch, looking to the edge to find the center of curve. Where I go, maybe my words gone swerve, but I don’t hear no echo out in the forest. I’m with the words and I’m pouring it like porridge. Getting in this beat cause I am a soared, soaredly, surely doing everything that is going to come to me in this beat, I am Anthony. What you think?! Dope Logic DOOMLOGIC complete NAH not yet it is just getting sweet. So kill the beast within, I think Love will win. (Nice) SUCCESSION: (Well it looks like you’ve made it to side B but) There is no Final Victory, as to Succeed implies Succession. But it’s just a suggestion, take it as a cue. Life has many colors even more hues. Finding higher ground to enjoy the view, lost up in the clouds proud without a clue. Things get to tumbling cause even peaks freak. Might wake you up out of your sweet sleep, to find the pedestal just got steep. Now it’s time to find stability. I choose to use agility crafting my ability, flows like the stream of tranquility, to be with the tides, in them willingly. Strikes as a force, endless will in me, endless will in me. So no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop me now. (Yo pour it in a chalice. Your story is valid. Just remember,) That no victory is Final, as to succeed implies Succession Shall we progress? What is the object of your desire, and what options do you have to define success? Or is it a concept that’s ever evolving in this world of pain and agony. It’s only right to feel what’s happening, put your own spin. But please, I must beseech, Don’t don’t go grim or loathe to the whim of a new problem when it’s nothing. Nothing is what it’s always has been, and the magic, when it strikes it lights up fast like a match sticks. So no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop me now. (Yo man it is right to put your own spin on this life, but just one thing I must say again like, it’s like this) There is no final final victory, as to succeed implies succession Show no hesitation, keep the heart pumping the mind on vacation. Something from nothing is my destination. Yes I build, I need your patience but yes I will Give Thanks to creation. Live my DemonStration. Breathe in, and out, in, and out, I’ll Win over my doubts. With a mighty hankering vanquishing anguish. Embracing my very nature of epitome. Is it a thing or is it a must? I Love what I Do so Give it some Trust. One foot in front of the other, stepping up to the world to see what I’ll discover. (Freestyle>> My sisters my brothers my fathers my mothers, I’m about to just get something out there, I will no longer be smothered I’m a success over myself. I dare to break, all of my limitations, I will not be fake! I will not hide from myself, I got what I create in my hands I’m a make it. I am a man, you see what I am, I see what too. Let’s all do this thing that we love to do. I’m a communicator, I thought you knew?! I guess there’s no Final victory, right? THE ROAD THROUGH THE VALLEY AND MOUNTAIN TOP: *** Here we do a “Pull Up” which is a phrase originating in Reggae Performance Music, referring to when a mistake is made and the DJ rewinds the beat to it’s beginning. I made one mistake in the entire recording and when I mixed the album, I needed to do a pull up during this song. You can hear me speaking from the mixing room through out the DOOMLOGIC MIXTAPE, here is dual dialogue during the pull up. “The last written track of DOOMLOGIC, A PULL UP is what I believe they call it. Let’s see if we can get this right, (as I attempt to fast forward the mix to the proper location on the beat.) This is right where it is” (First try!) Pull Up! Pull Pull Pull Up! “I want y’all to know that I took this whole mixtape, and did it all in I believe one take. besides this pull up” (And BOOM we’re back on! We call that a Pull Up) Pull Up THE ROAD THROUGH THE VALLEY AND MOUNTAIN TOP: TAKE 2 (We have made it to the last written track of this album. DOOMLOGIX release stay tuned for the freestyle and the next release. It’s a ride this one.) The road is long and winding, and the Sun is blinding, right time a day when my mind is unwinding. Yes I’m into rhyming, little bits a lexicon trickle through the alphabet. Algorithms set to the center of the Sol, where planets feel the pull, during my stay on Earth I was creating Black Wholes; throwing all my problems in one after another then I slipped up and fell into a Universe a trouble a bubblin’ Actually I love it so much I run and I jump in it. Can’t get enough of it, bringing it up again, making me Mad. Look at sanity like a played out fad, fade the Black. How can a man stay on track? This consciousness is having trouble staying cognitive, a disconnect with reality. Everything you say is a fallacy, how can it be? Everything I say is alchemy, mixing the bliss with tragedy. it’s the business live for mischief, whisking up risk with bisquick. Testing your viscosity slip or stick, it doesn’t bother me not one bit. Call me the boogey man, yes I love to dance. My name is Anthony, I wear the pants. I do me whether or not you understand, my mojo’s been gone but now it’s back. I never lost sight of my life and grasp. I simply let go so I can use my hands. To me everything is good and bad, no eggs in my basket the cats out the bag, but I don’t trip. IN fact, listen to “worst case scenario” by my man Phat Lip. But don’t compare us, you’ll be embarrassed. Go our separate ways, I’ll climb the terrace, while you’re on switchbacks. Make it to the top in a wrist snap, hear the wind flap beneath my wings. Human Beings, what can you do? So many are afraid of truth, what can I say? You see a cage in a fit of rage while I orchestrate, my life is a stage. “Self I Create” Belief plus action is the key to attraction, Izzy calls that faith. However our free will equates into our fate. bending time and space with a smile on a face in an emotional puzzle, flipping the pieces. Ups and Frowns come around and go about as quickly as one can know out loud. Then they pass, broken glass as all of our stitches match, cheers and laughs as we switch gears from tears and scratch. Here’s to that! Never dependent on a pen, but it isn’t hard to grasp breaking up through the heart of rap. Oh Yeah. I don’t expect respect from the man who can’t respect himself, but bet I will give him Hell. As it past, she cast parasitic spells. Oh well. Who knew a bruised heart could make ya swell. Called your bluff, made ya tell. At the bottom I’m a Monster I ring a bell, I don’t bottle I don’t bother I bring it Loud. If it was something I said I cannot regret that you announced it, even if it means you rephrase what I meant, and are unable to pronounce it. I’ve got nothing left, I’m calling it how it is. I remember as a kid people would form their secret societies in spite of me, to their dismay. To this day I still hold all of the answers inside of me. A pick and a chain is picking your brain. What it weighs, way too much for one world to contain. I can explain, but I’d rather not. No matter if I give it all I got it never stops. I always hear something different when I hit the top so I’m kicking rocks down the mountain side. Look out for life! (Freestyle>> Find my way by the markers that I see in the light a day. When they smile I’ll ride away, when they frown I’ll come to TOWN. I’m always going to break it down break it back up again. I’m a show you the meaning of sin. I’m a show you thou love I give. I’m a do it with no limit, I’m a push it cause I go getter, everything I do I’m no quitter. That’s DOOMLOGIC right now, full dinner. With desert Eucalyptus syrup. Mother Fucker, get some courage. EAT THE EUCALYPTUS Yeah, this is exactly what you think it is, this is that song right here folks, the one that I told you would be a freestyle. Now let’s gobble this shit up and spit it out like gibberish, I’ve been eating eucalyptus for so many years I live through this, and you know what it’s cool. Eucalyptus made me so fool. Want to get with it, but I know that the ingredients gonna keep me so wam bam damn good, I’m expediently here on this rhyme. Yo you wouldn’t be greasy with me if you was some limes we would cut through the bullshit and do what we do it. I do what I do because it’s all about that music. I look for someone to come with me and duet. You know what I’m saying man, ain’t you wet? Hey, what we doing is eating Eucalyptus. This song right here has got a little bit of spirit if you could live this. Yo just open up your lid just a tid bit. I’m talking’ like Eat the Eucalyptus. If a homie told you to jump off a bridge, would you do it? I say hey man, somebodies gotta put their life to this music. If I Ate the Eucalyptus, would you say he got way too high, I don’t even understand any of his lyrics, I think he raps too serious. I’m like, Eat the Eucalyptus, you’ll get a swervey little tongue like I do, squirrelly on the beat like I do, maybe you’ll feel some pride too. Eat the Eucalyptus, but don’t come crying to me when you can’t quit it. Eat the Eucalyptus, you was done from the beginning ha. Time is all borrowed in my mind, I got no sorrow because I unwind with these rhymes, and i do it it is no wick of anything other than fluid when I spit. Can’t you see me I am covered in it, Wet! When I get up on the beat I’m the Best. In my own soul I invest in the way that I express. And I’m never going to stop cause I’m living for my Death/Best, and the day that I drop I’m a say, Yes! Eat the Eucalyptus, if you’re ready it might be heavy. Ah ha eat the eucalyptus, man I’d do anything if you let me. Eat the eucalyptus. I decided to live one test of my music. I was gonna get in touch with my darkness and use it, burning up like some confused kid. Though I eat the euclyptus, let my life burn through and shine through my soul. Eat the eucalyptus, until I thought there was nothing lost just a ghost. I ate that eucplyptus (Inaudible Woman Talking) as you already know. and I got one more thing for you for show. Uh Lets talk. (Inaudible woman talking) after this I got blackberry Walnut Surprise with the only Mothu Fucking dude that I collaborated on this whole album with. Man I hope you love this as much as I love just sharing it with you right now. That was Dope As Fuck! Alright coming up in a second here, Thrash Bandicoot Blackberry Walnut Surprise and then one more sneak peak into Life After DoomLogic after that. Hold Up BLACKBERRY WALNUT SURPRISE Ft. Thrash Bandicoot {From the Mixing Room: Space Ship} I am here, I am there, I am anywhere that seems to care. Seems to stretch, seems to sow, where I am you don’t need to know. I snap right back just like a rubber band, do everything I can with my attention span. Doesn’t mean I will doesn’t mean I won’t. If time stood still I’d be right at home. Thrash Bandicoot Verse: Throwing up fist at eternal bliss, risk waiting for the day that I may miss. Swords dancing in the moon beams light I’m sure. Caught like a fish after casting a lure, on repeat the sound of defeat have a seat. A funky fresh treat, words blanket like sleet, elite. Dropping thunderbolts like pikachu, electric isotopes in search of a cd groove. With it, don’t get it twisted here hit this, colors erupt like splatters of amethyst, signals conspire to make you retire, check the wire my pants on fire I’m a liar. Distrust distrust nobody missed us like skin boils popping leaking velveteen brain puss, suspect. Get it correct and original, malcontent you best get your head checked, smashing through doors straight no chaser. Bizerker style, the eternal mind eraser. Lazers piercing skulls impacting grey matter cutting through the bullshit mixing up the clatter. Fractals explode, burn it down gather around, bask in the never ending flames of sound. Pound for pound homeward bound, but I’m not your dog, just another lost soul passing through the fog. I am here, I am there, I am anywhere that seems to care. Seems to stretch, seems to sow, where I am you don’t need to know. I snap right back just like a rubber band, do everything I can with my attention span. Doesn’t mean I will doesn’t mean I won’t. If time stood still I’d be right at home. Dope Logic Verse: Cut to the chase for I fluctuate. What the fuck you waiting for? I’m stuck to weight on top of a wall at the bottom of a well starting to feel small but swell. Tell me if you could tell my patience wears thin. I had some food to sell but where were you for the win. Just fucking up being careless again, they say that a sin is to miss the point but I work all day just to leave avoid when I don’t make appointments. Clearly it’s pointless if you’re near me, enjoy this. Let me go and I won’t miss. Thrash Bandicoot Second Verse: Ride with me on the bill of ibis, glistening pigment another surprise shifts. Sift through neon layers of the war. Rocket shell blast confusion mixing the brain lore. What’s in store, a pair of keys, a pair of these provided you could cover the exaggerated fees, oh please. Kiss the mat, coming at the money with a spiked base ball bat. Instant with hits, lava flow erratic, circle gets the square and my minds ecstatic. Nerve frayed into displayed rays of the insane, major with his bows and arrows firing from cranes. Gloss over details leaving buckets in pales, set sails for the floating allen grabbing them rails. Grind up the precinct is not what we think. Expose the blow hole and the ship might sink. Yeah, so that was blackberry walnut surprise recorded with Thrash Bandicoot some years ago here in the space ship, I think even before we transformed this collaboratory into a Space Ship if I remember correctly. And that was dope, Thrash Bandicoot, he is cool dude. In my darkness I have eluded him in my life, and I will be contacting him very soon to share this mixtape with, thank you Thrash Bandicoot STEVEN. And here we have for you an Emcee recently to be christened within the space ship with me and the Big Peenar, we have SpaceD. Man, if you like to get SpaceD out, if you just like music, you like thinking about stuff with a you know kind of like a philosophical twist, if you like telling your psychology to ‘get off of me.’ This song is for you right now, enjoy. SPACED OUT IN THE SPACE SHIP (I hope to get SpaceD on Life after Doomlogic by the way) (Inaudible discussion between Dope Logic and SpaceD) SpaceD: Hey, Who’s got time for psychology, I’m more into philosophy, and my philosophy is my own psychology needs to get off of me you see. I get confused inside my brain, I get abused inside my brain, I abuse my own brain it’s insane I swear how I do myself. i escape from myself, and I look through myself to myself, and I speak to myself back at myself like fuck it, who the fuck are you I don’t know you. Who else? It’s me, I’m talking to you, I mean I’m talking to me from the sense of point of view of you can’t you see all that we been through. Nah bro, I don’t even fucking know you. That’s how I feel sometimes I swear to God my life’s a fucking trip. And if you don’t get it, dawg you ain’t fucking hip. Cus, I got nothing else to say. Cause this life is one day A and go away, okay And we’re just looking at ourselves Like fuck it are we going to be okay, it’s hard to say, who knows. Fuck it some days this life comes, some days this life goes, some days life goes some days life comes, well shit one day your life came One day your life began the way to simple days before it was gone, wouldn’t you say two different canes don’t you know it was somebodies yesterday to live someone’s elses day to die. Right now is my moment so right now I’m gonna fucking live to die when I decide in the moment, I want it, so when I turn out, guess I burned out like a comet, that flew by like Hailey, since it’s been a journey so I can’t remember, thinking from the ignorance, memories past and been lost cause the memories that I’ve done had had a blast in the past, now tell me why don’t I remember half the memories about being wasted off my ass. (Barely audible Dope Logic in the background) So it is on here at this point? Dope Logic in the Space Ship mixing booth: Yeah it’s on here buddy. Yo check it out y’all that was a lot of fun. I hope the mixing allows that to touch your ears as sweetly as it has touched my life, just as painfully if you like it like that. Holy shit though, the last 4.5 years have been a dream, and the dream will continue. Dope Logic signing out, props to all of those, you know who you are, don’t make come look you each in the eyes and remind you of the part you played in creating this album. Even if it means you just now heard it or met me right now for the first time right now, we got so much more to go from here so thank you for listening. (Laughs) I look forward to bringing you Life After DoomLogic, ONE LOVE ALWAYS LOVE ONE