METAPH®R - Vinyl Nail 2023-12-12 19_57

Vinyl Nail (12") Developed beat (bass and piano) Expanded rhymes / Redelivered verse Lyrics, Vocals and Music © m_e_t_a_p_h_o_r, 2023 Lyrics: (Eyes and cards, ballistics and shards, it's a World view, open wide)... I'm looking too close, otherw'eyes' too closed or through an obscured lens, kind of like a cataract, it's an optical topical interact, choosing too see or to turn a blind eye to the apathy, one eye cries in the tear tract while one remains dry until the iris cracks, I visualise the past as a transcript on a tapestry of glass, that way the manuscript and papyrus outlasts, divine for me the emerald and I'll summon up the gold, or raise another hell on all the counter-productive souls, seductive so-called 'facts', double-tap the truths and the idols of deception get waxed and filed in zipper-bags, this is all just pasting shells into syntax, painting pictures to drop back - onto backdrop tracks, depicting how they put themselves onto a contract, just to gain the empty promise of some bearer to one day pay you back, stuck your toe in but the water's deep and deep red and that's just asking for a shark-attack, weren't you more incline to feel safety in numbers and packs?  Like cards... I see them try hard, to turn the World red but get themselves well into the black, like a red, white and blue body bag and your numbers pre-tagged upon the back, did my image of freedom really just burn up in this heat, beat down by the down beats like a heart attack?  All I know is my ship sailed away to the very next page, overcome the next rage-rain and left them all shuffled in a stacked starter pack again My brain just went ballistics class, ballistic like a missile to amass you in the aisles in case you missed the wind of the saved draft, and the last laugh, eyes and cards and body-bags, games of panes and shards and windows of time to smash through the already broken glass, I don't need to read my palm, I see the future hour in the power of my two hands, defining the vision to desour the defloured lands, domineering in the dominion's sands, footsteps and etched definitions that they don't understand, to bleed the deserted from the hour sands, pay less attention to the hour hands, they turn on... and on... and turn on you, so you then forget and then you misunderstand Looking too close, through their eyes so closed, but they convexed a lens and got out of focus in the scope, obscured with every trivia and every single trope of losing hope, looking to cope, not looking to open, but looking to close... And stepping to the plate is also stepping up to the hangman's rope, do you wanna be dope or do you wanna be a pile of bones? Do you wanna be buried in the ground or d'ya wanna be embedded in the headphones? Wanna go live or be a dead tone? ... Either way every doors looking to close Lyrics, Vocals and Music © m_e_t_a_p_h_o_r, 2023 #m_e_t_a_p_h_o_r #skull_mask_fire #rapfame #dark #rap #hiphop #deep #lyrical #old_school #boom_bap #beat #piano #song_secured #rapfame_ar_team #rapfame_official #rapfame_moderator_en