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Ever Changing Unity

from My Last Days Of Rest by M-Theory

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Ever Changing Unity:
V#1:
1-On the totem these poached aesthetics will serve their purpose, I'm wordless cuz no one on this planet reads cursive.
2-Neurons are tired and misfired destroying all of them, I'd call again but they wanna be higher move on to a taller man.
3-And I have fueled my exorbitance portion by portion since the day my brain became a steel trap fortress with a gorgeous fence.
4-It stays repressive congestive impressive lessons learned turn into burned bridges and then they call it progressive.
5-I stay shackled as I battle my way through apprehension, this surface tension strengthens all my dimensions.
6-Reclamation of delinquent children adopted by millions, and taken by oxymoron brilliant idiots.
7-They still call native Americans fuckin Indians, its time we banish and block out their useless idioms.
8-And I have to keep the coal burning to make this fever run, one thing never changes the fact that we are one.

Hook: We come close but never do we gain, we change slightly but always remain the same. We cant fight it we want to be entertained, we change slightly but always remain the same.

V#2:
1-Engaging plodding oscillation back and forth as I dread the moment we dont become an awakened population.
2-In a mistaken moment of levitation I've suffered reformation partial removal of my brain via subluxation.
3-Publication of my private thoughts tranquilizing prescriptions makes the temperature of this climate drop another silenced shot.
4-Perfect timing completely worth it and here's your trophy, hold it closely to your chest and get all comfy cozy.
5-Show me a countersign or at least eroded reminisce, ever since the emphasis was on the benefits there's no more senselessness.
6-Breathless vents cuz the air conditioning hasn't conditioned air for like five summers oh well fuck it bummer.
7-The ones pacing themselves become runners, the ones chasing thier tails become cucumbers.
8-And few lovers remain friends as we chase colors, even though no one can win we make it a point to race others.

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from My Last Days Of Rest, released December 8, 2013
Produced Written & Recorded By: M-Thoery

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M-Theory Sacramento, California

M-Theory is a hip-hop artist from Sacramento, CA. Born and raised in Northern California he first became interested in Hip- Hop at the age of 9. At the age of 13 he assumed the stage name M-80 and wrote his first rap song. In high school he met his best friend Aaron Guzman and they have been making records together ever since. Now with a more fitting stage name, his music reflects his ability. ... more

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