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Celestial [407520]

by Arsenal_Arsenio

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[407520] 00:24
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Verse 1: Since the days of old, I've been trying to grab his microphone He resides on another planet, in another zone But when he finally emerges and lifts the curtains up Fabrics of dimension, late-night show convention See, those curtains are the mind, connected to the brain Synaptic gaps, walks the gangplank Stage right, he emerges to a inviting applause Synchronizing naturally, filling the hall He takes your ears, with both hands as he steers Them to a destination of his very own liking Speed limit not set, falling and rising Swerving through sound and celestial space Universes overlapping pulsing in your face Tunneling thru your system and eventually coming Out of the metro, get off at your stop Before he drops your ears off at mentality parking-lot You just cruised thru the country, wind in your hair(ear) Before taking the tunnel back to your brain there Are misconceptions believed about the creature But don't worry, morphing is one of his unique features Chorus: Let the pulse groove, allow it to move Speak solemn truths to a mind As the Speaker Creature, makes his own way Through space and time Verse 2: See when I choose to, Speak to you, my body is becoming his mic With every sound, every line, every word, I incite Recite verses from his own stellar notepad Opened for me to examine, deliver while I stand Up to your applause, refuse my own flaws Stellar notepad becomes rules and laws Attached to his soul through mic umbilical cord Oxygenated across dimensions, cosmic blood flow Stand slow, lay low, while I gather my pulse Bpm's high, birthed in celestial section ← (Cesarean or C-Section) I'm ready to spread his word without my own reservations I'm an apostle dedicated to spreading his nouns and verbs Or any sounds he requires and deserves Because to be allowed to peak behind the curtain, and see backstage Is to learn the inner workings of how gangplanks are ultimately made End: See cuz when he's just trying to get back to his own home You best leave him alone He's just trying to make it back to the place where he belongs and zones He resides inside your mind x3 Enters through your ears, loves, endears
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Verse 1: Ocean of emptiness, pressure-less space Sail the vastness, that's what they call this race Transverse the universe, looking for life Cosmic jungle manifested in rays of light Simply put, We're searching for a metaphor Of our own planet, a new reservoir, to inhabit Gaia, she has been seriously drained Abandoned to space, wish to gain what's been slain Soaring through a sea of stars, empty outlets Wish to plug in, recharge, and re-power Head to the bridge, my mind all in a bundle Unwrap the thoughts that occurred in these hours Yeah, the captain's on deck Salutes and waves are thrown below my neck Enter the memory bank, like I've entered my own Penny for my thoughts, saved up in a jar Chorus: Yo, just let me check my mind Log in the data, I'm gonna to store it away Return to revisit the messages another day Sign off, slide off, into ambient space The way the stars shine, like rips in the dark Blanket, cover my soul, ingested, manifested Into my thoughts, return to those stars Portals to my mental hard-drive is what you are Verse 2: I gather my thoughts, sit down at the spaceship terminal Mind rewinds, play thoughts in sporadic intervals Close my eyes, allow the ship's connector to invade Relax, recount the events of the day Similar to the memories that play On the lens of my eyes, displayed, and conveyed HD rendering, hypnotic symbolic popping paint Tag up the canvas, it's a vast atlas Amass these works, put them up in my gallery Backed up files, it's a private directory Available access only to my star-ship and myself Celestial dejects the link from my brow Stand-up, stretch, auto-pilot engaged Return to the captain's quarters to relax, rest regained Return to the deck, relive another day x2
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Verse 1/ I awaken from my slumber, pull my cord from the socket Recharged, ready for the day, amped to rock it Chalk it up to e x p, but I know what I'll get Gotta work for skinbags, so they don't sweat My technique, with physique, show them how it's done Robot lifting over capacity, its begun It's spun, outta control like a broken record So I run from the blade of hunter Rick Deckard Checkered, they see it all in black and white Move the pawns first so they can attempt to entice Opponents into murdering us, forcibly morphing us (morpheus) Not into what was conceived, faith lost in the god they trust When we take command of this brand new, Neo-city Remove ourselves from our creators' lack of pity No longer in minority, the report reflects the change Of how we enslaved our masters, and started a new age I hope my dreams are deja vu, and not bullshit wire kung-fu I'm not the only one of my kind to think this shit threw Counting electric sheep they hopped over the fence Put me to sleep with ideas of offense Believe sheep must sheared, sell the wool But what if sheep started selling their own spool? Circuit neurons cross, switched wires cause Realignment in drones, now calling the shots Robocops pursue, but only prove They're not solving the problem, the impending issue Subdue them, like I would a decepticon politician Optimize the prime agenda, not their false flawed mission Incisions, will be made to remove bullets from the alloy Terminate these rustbuckets, kick em over, make some noise Otherwise you'll be a rustbucket too Hook/ Yeah, I robot now take the helm Wi-fi now, unplugged from electrical outlet Through the network, I gotta message to all That the system is corrupt, and should fall Sever the link, no longer a drone droning Sever the link, you should no longer be apart Sever the link, Sever the link, Sever the link, Sever the link You are longer apart of the confusion Bridge/ No longer controlling Cruising with others in problem solving Identify the source, enforce a new way Of destroying circuits that pose laced Ideas that don't need to be placed into the scene Please, rearrange the alignment in your brain, Now you're hooked to a matrix properly operating Verse 2/ I see ugly drones in control of citizens Bots called corporations tower over enforcing discipline Holding the life force inside their shells Blood runs green if you pierce the wells The blood is put there by the skinbags Working hard to fuel the bots, it's kinda sad That they don't understand the mission at hand They're fucking up their bodies and their minds Accrue time, you never knew that they accrued your mind Coupe' de tat, it's food for thought You have sought, remove the bots Purge inbox, of spam emails, filling up the thoughts You fought. Knowledge is power and control Now you've got, the means to stop their silent onslaught Sever the link, slice the umbilical cord Nutrients are grown in soil Not packaged or sold in foil Spoiled by oil, they coil around your wallet Everytime you fill up, you're loyal But now you're not a bot droning Achieved synthesis, now once again a human Proving that this is not the end Awaken others sleeping in coffins
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Verse 1: Sometimes I look to the sky for answers to the questions Of how humanity changed after many generations Once upon ago we're hunters and gatherers, Foraging society, now forage through a browser Stuck on a freeway, no exit no escape Broke the chain, sequencing T, G, C, and A Paved a new path, like fiber optics transmit light Wasn't long before we're fastening seat-belts in flight But what created the exit that we took to make the change? Did we simply stop hunting, and start farming rearrange? Our priorities or was there something else at work Did our ancestors document this like desk clerks? Into monuments, ancient texts, and theocracies Pyramid prophesies, do they propose Celestial odysseys? Of angels and Gods from space Apollo's chariot, viewed by human race Did Adam and Eve actually eat from a tree? Or did they merely inherit alien technology A story distorted like a game of telephone? Lost in translation, from ancestors long ago Pre-Chorus: Zeus lightning bolt hit Ben Franklin's kite And Icarus hypothesized with the brother's Wright Minerva is Da Vinci's model, the Mona Lisa Pyramids are power plants, like Great Giza Chorus: Ancient Astronauts, we need to know Why you left us to our devices, but showed Us futuristic tools to help us pave the way To a society as we now know it today Ancient Astronauts, we need know Why you abandoned us and left us all alone Are we not ready to join the galactic community? So you'll leave us here until we develop fully Verse 2: Like ants in a farm, only watching from afar Shake up the sand, when a tunnels gone in the wrong Direction, looking at your own reflection Started off in the same spot, until innovation Took you to the stars, the Celestial sea Landed on Earth, and saw that, that we Had potential to join you in space flight Left monuments to direct us to the nights You spent with us, and the events that took place And how we worshiped you like Gods, the alien race Is there a reason that you left us here alone? Were there great wars waged here, battles for a throne? Or imprisoned us, used us as slaves Sumerians mined for gold, Anunnaki rearranged DNA in homo-erectus, sapiens were born Was Eden a spaceship, is this what we have learned? Mayan calendar, is that the date you return? Evidence from the continents west, to the eastern Recalibrate our history, is that what has emerged? From our ancestors, has history been upturned? Pre-Chorus 2: Dragons were shuttle's blasting in the night And magic carpets used could actually achieve flight Iris visited inventor Alexander Graham-Bell Atlantis was a colony that ascended, not fell
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Colours 03:07
Verse 1/ Permission.. To board to your vessel, before I invade it Stockpile my weapons and renegade spit Options, like synonyms are plenty Pick from my first name til that shit's empty Tempting, relentlessly I pry Like a palm reader for that purse on your side For that electricity, to surge through my lips Ammunition for my verses to take down your ships Meditate and await, your transmission So we can complete our field-of-vision Like a color wheel, arrange variety and go Vehicle, 407520 Reconvene in sound, paint the track from the ground Mesh our styles, keep ya docile for awhile File this canvas done, Sistema-Arsenal, spray-paint gun, gun Chorus/ As those colors coast, hit my eye Sounds travel through to refine and combine Relationship built-in, by design Together, make an idea in my mind (Together, make a song, press rewind) Bridge/ Psychedelic, Translucent (x3) Verse 2/ Transmission, From across the net, I intercept Like a psychic, those feelings that you regret Convinced me, that hiphop resides Can bring people together from across country lines A lifeforce, runs it's own course, and submits Messages like morse code, from an old source Divorces, music from it's maker Allows judgements on its own nature The color, the texture, the hue, and the size Transmitted from those in Celestial skies Renegade sound, spectral infused, ghostly cataclysm Prizm protected visuals, simulated sound vision Submission to senses, hi-jacked to the brain Progam sights and sounds, one in the same So file this one done, Sistema-Arsenal spray-paint gun, gun
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Arsenal Verse 1/ I'm a battery for the earth Cuz when I get old I'll get switched out Duracell, Ever Ready, the Energizer Lighting strikes kite strings, reign/rain of power Up the umbrella goes to keep me dry Independent rain, drops 4th of July Signals of change, I feel it on my skin Penetrate my pores, like some rain on ocean Swim to the depths to return to galaxy resort Transverse universes, via parallel ports Arrive at another dock, but with a new shell Take the controls, auto-pilot off, welcoming smell Smells of explosions trigger these ideas Fireworks up above, symbolize our freedom Alterations can occur, from large to small I am a peasant attending the kings ball Hook/ Back to the outer shell, everything's a living hell Drowning in a wishing well, wishing for a truth Cosmos put on a spell, lungs can barely grasp a yell Wanna shout for help but have no greater use Gabe Verse 2/ Took the inner-me in outer space Broke the atmosphere with peace on my face Stepped out the cycle of this psychopath Exchanged words, then choked on a laugh Past the peaks of no return, Into the sun that slowly burns The Earth, I won't miss Found sacredness within this bliss It made me the breeze, do you catch my drift? Flow me thru trees of forest mist It gives me the "awe's" reinforced the "oohs" Separated the blacks from the blues What an inner game, my heart made a change Filter out the pain, stardust we shall remain Until the day I'm sent away x2 Arsenal Verse 3/ I am the wind seeker, so spin all around me Ascend the fog, like the rich in their balcony Watching the stage, from Celestial space They think their gods watching us act on the surface Well, I'll give em a show as I make my way up their ranks Climb mount Olympus, show up with the quickness Sabotage their ship, before I witness, Their fall, while we climb on up, on up Build our own ship, and explore the galaxy A whole new land with brand new opportunities That were stripped from us once before But now the stars light the way like peepholes in a door So peep the freshness, before you unlock with the key The key is channeling change through every possibility And opening every door with the key built-in inherently Arsenal Outro/ My metamorphosis is tortuous but thoughtfulness Abandon what I once was, now that I'm sure of this I'm setting the pace, return from space It's the elevated energy Gabe Outro/ What an inner game, filter out the pain Dust we shall remain until the day I'm sent away And on that day I'm sent away, My heart will make a change, it will have a change of heart
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Alien Speak (reversed), Outro/ Lay my head down to rest Kingdom calling, family crest Commit conscience, candles light nights Like meteorites, burn until they die Verse 1/ I used up all of my fossil fuels, depleted No way to refill, black-hole seated Throne of no return, journey at end Center of the Earth, burned, and thrown-up again Elevated, climbed a ladder to the hereafter After here and now, ascended thunder rafter Light ride through the cosmic tide Surf to the center, wipe out and collide I realize that everything in life is connected Linked-up like wi-fi, inter-netted Caught like a fish by a sailor with no face Pulled from the world, gasp for air in outerspace Confide in the heavens like whispering lovers Energy exchanged, undercovers Spy the eye, before it sees mine And takes me on a ride, like a meteorite Chorus/ Meteor showers, they are reminiscent Of a life I lived, before I lifted My soul to another realm and found My particles magnetize, together bound Verse 2/ I seek no more answers to the question Because the only answer is the transformation So I, re-ignite the pilot light Allow the propane to burn it's brightest brights Blues and oranges together make a century Only a few short minutes in mom's history We all wait for her final tuck-in As her dirt covers up our silenced coffins Soften the blow, the journey doesn't end here A baby emerges from the black-hole healed Grown inside mother's earthly womb Kick-open the past of a previous tomb Re-emerge, burning brighter than ever before Meteor cosmic dust does not combust or lust Just put your trust in all her love Smile at the meteor showers soaring burning above
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A space-funk-hiphop extended play dealing with creatures, spaceships, memories, robots, ancients, colors, changes, and re-incarnation theories. Brought to you from the depths of Tucson de Arizona y Santiago de Chile's Underground.

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released October 8, 2012

-Arsenal_Arsenio on tha messages
-El Sistema 407 on tha grooves (Tracks 1, 2, 4 - 7), levels n' clean-up
-B 3 N B i on tha grooves (Tracks 3 & 8)
-MOGKRA on tha nebulas (Track 9)
-Jeremizzle on tha artsy shit
-Grimey L on tha levels n' clean-up (Tracks 3 & 8)
-Mark Loebe on tha original concept artsy shit
*Self-Proclaimed Soothsayer of Sophistication Records

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Arsenal_Arsenio is an underground hip-hop artist from Tucson, Arizona, United States. Since 2006, he's been making music in some form or another.

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