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by Oziris

Australian experimental rap with atmospheric, trippy beats and creative visionary content.
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap: Rap
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Space
3:02 FREE
2. Spore
2:40 FREE
3. Drop in Ease
2:58 FREE
4. Poisonous Medicine, Medicinal Poison
1:42 FREE
5. Mystery
3:05 FREE
6. Enhanced
2:20 FREE
7. Drift
2:17 FREE
8. ...and Visioning
3:04 FREE
9. Bliss
2:30 FREE
10. Veils
2:32 FREE
11. Psychedelicious
4:34 FREE
12. Away
2:00 FREE
13. Forever
3:16 FREE
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Album Notes


Looking at my mind//mind’s state, in this time, place. Looking at this sideways has got me freaking out. Looking at this upside down, spinning round. Talking out my mind frame, you put the picture down on paper, perfect, make it worth it. You’re not worthless, you’ve got purpose. You’re all perfect in this time, date, just watching those serpents starting to shy away. Shocking those nervous, start to fight, break, (as it’s) bubbling to the surface, you can hear their cries wake, shovelling//shovel in the servant’s graves ‘til you hide away. Lock in//Locking your verdict yet guilty says your crime face.
Bass/Base pumping, space jumping, face something, say nothing (x2)
Love this space. Is something up in space? Bass/base pumping, space jumping, face something, say nothing, say something, face jumping, space pumping, base/bass, nothing. Love this space. Is something up in space? Now the curtains fade, waiting for a certain state, I will drown the drapes, but won’t be the first to say, (that) this is not counterfeit//count-a-fate, (and) you were bound to sea//see//C, you can’t count on me, you just cloud the seas//disease. Responsibility found you weak, sound asleep, just count those sheep.


Won//One thousand, count the feet//count defeat, stone stairs//stares, surrounding sea//see//C. Hold down this crown to keep, I just zone out like Salvia leaves. This is bound to be//bee stretching out to reach, pushing breaking limits like falling off the balcony, infinite alchemy leaking loud to peace//piece together beheading//be heading for the setting of boundaries. Take it a down a beat, love the disembowelled in need, pungent as the powder meets the back of your sour teeth, touching tongues foully these dust clouds surrounding meat/meet and sounds like you just need to go and shower heaps. Enters handcuffed lungs, drowning out your howling dreams, exits breath with these cloudy spores shrouding, breathe. Humid and nauseous as flowers spring, ruthless//roofless and flawless//floorless yet you’re never grounding me. Three thousands seeds free, narrowly released but the scheme of things will hopefully be deceased soon to explore more freely as I start to think of new sensations and feelings, (these) living micro-organisms start peeling the ceiling to floor, sealing exits, entrance, walls, doors. Left mycelium, mould to control the new and old gold but I’ll bring the warmth to the cold, so bring on sorcery soul. I felt it all unfold as everything spun, whoa!, to forge the walls that behind are waterfalls as water falls upwards towards a pool//pull on the ground, in the clouds, formless transformable, no puzzle pieces un-sortable, to form a subtle muddled puddle in the sky and to see this some more is a plausible high//hi. (Left, right, wrong, a plausible puzzle. Spores)

Drop In Ease-

Acid rain//reign, drop in ease//dropping E’s to//too end//and bombs// N-bombes and sheets, starting mushroom cloud seas//seize, just as dust grew loud, tease//teas//T’s, radiates out, I’m absorbing eighty eight//ate pounds deep, contorting brain waves that howl and shriek scream now, scaling down as four forty four//for morning glories let the spores speak, ripped the rooms roar//raw reaped. Consumed more, heaps, forcefully but my angel’s grew horns wielding pitch forks, using sorcery. Sick//six saw//sore, slipped short but this rich source//sauce still drips more as paws pause pores pours. Just shut your eyes//I’s and sleep, it’s all a waking dream, just shut your mind off, be and now we’ll wait and think.
So out there, I’m un-chartable, I think so far outside of the non-existent box, I’m spitting out Mars bars particles, chilling, reading, writing articles, I start to fall/fool, now just feel I’m at a carnival. Inhaling shards of jewels, laughable, cast-able from my coma castle walls invisible penmanship, psychedelic school(ed) apprenticeship where they mention this, mentally bliss, stuck up, lifted//uplifted inside of a magnetic mist. Shift as I drift with the whip of the wind, can’t metal resist, always on my mind like an arachnoid cyst with hundreds of fungus chopped like cucumbers, boisterous; I munch this, the moistest drip//drips spores that assist with the world our oyster. This realm a Wiccan’s wish, wicked epiphany list, hell up lifted/uplifted voiceless but this start dust switch, I twitch and miss the pin to pick the tripping//trip, ping.

Medicinal Poison, Poisonous Medicine-

Teaching us lessens//lessons, keeping us guessing, warming in her presence/presents and flaunting in her essence. Sorting all the resonance, more beautiful than seeing surreal sun set//sunset spores as medicinal weapons. No need to try and amend it, try to find and feel so centred, but I felt just like I’d entirely dreamt it. It’s how you choose to use it, no need for you to abuse it, only you do to it lucid, what you’d do to another human. Medicinal poison, poisonous medicine, it’s your relationship with everything.


Kick the beat, soaking//soak in tryptamines blissfully, from when I clipped the reeds, I ripped the sheets like stripping meat, lathering all crowns while I’m picking peaks, gravity turns a round//around, upside down, I’m gripping greens. Dreams of living trees, blow in//blowing the breeze, but there’s gaps in the gums like missing teeth.
The end of history, don’t question mystery, you’re left with mystery, forget your history. (x2)
The end of history, don’t question mystery, you’re left with mystery, don’t forget your history.


…And I can feel it in my spine, you’re every bit worth, and I can feel it in my high’s/hi’s ever since birth, and I can feel it in my eyes as I sit, burns, and I can feel it in my mind, yeah, the shit stirs, and I can feel it in my heart as I’m licking plants, and I can feel it in the dance when I dip in dark, and I can feel it in this trance, feelings enhanced, but can you feel it in this art when you’re ripped apart. …And I can feel it in my skin as it starts to spin, and I can feel it twist as it starts to drift.


Approach//up roach the real//reel, I feel afloat//a float, I’ll free the flow of the leaves that glow, know//no me alone, turn seeds to stone to open dreams of hope and peace//piece together at least, at last apeace//a piece of the deceased past, puzzle(d) pigments of the dis-eased//diseased scars, in patterns on picture in fractions is halved as the atoms start to spin slower to fast like the rings of Saturn but saplings grow to cover the surrounding atlas with dimensions masked, where nothing matches in patches, distorting path, then collapses as it clashes for this warning art, attaches to central spinal axis, no harm, attracted to fast forward to move backwards, only moving fractals warp the soothing ashes and fluids fast where fire once fuelled the filtering farm.
At least now the peace//piece is gone, the only thing to release you of your weakest form, so wait for dawn as you wait for more, as you break the pores you create a lake of lawn, so face this force that//(it) awakens spores, escape away as it changes to forge, cause you played some laws but I can’t ignore these filtering walls that I built to enforce, now I feel the ever flowing course fall to the floor//flaw from mystery to source//sauce but I can’t flip this nine-sided coin anymore.
…And now the pieces fit, I can finally see through this lucid trip, confused a bit, as I view it shift(s). Feel the humid, horrid, modest forest healing honest in bits, lose then win, from my view I drift.

…and Visioning-

Opportunity, I missed it, it’s up and down like pistons, blistered, see me running in the distance, lost, asking questions for directions, aggression to affection but I’m stressing from the tension, asking for protection, laughing at reflections, conditioning connections, envisioning//and visioning projections, stretching the progression of my complexity, honeycomb perception, seeing triangles that are iridescent. The lights are flickering, glistening, cosmic imagery, astral visiting with spirits giving, (and) listening but I can’t go back admitting with habits hissing while I’m sitting, facts are fizzling, fractions missing, just living with fractals shifting, been awake days//daze, disintegrate sage, atoms rearrange and these patterns seem to change, but I change my DNA, say I’m insane, deranged, wait for the dark of day and the light of night go by, motion like the winged serpent that flies, ocean of a first mind, overdosing third eye’s approaching all of time, bigger pictures, mixtures of mind and nature’s glitches but can’t figure this enigma, wearing helmets that are drugs, (your) giving single pins and needles, but I even sleep talk that I’m evil, so listen, sit back and I will leave sick tracks with my frothing, rotting body for the people as I free fall.


…So float away with this, so float away in bliss…
What I want to think and what I want to say are two different things, keep on giving but you always take, too much, too fast, to see//two-C- anything, endless with this energy so fill me with adrenaline, looking like a pelican filling up on sediments at bottom of the mescaline, shrug the bugs under my skin, they’re residents, presented with the evidence of everything as a second split, reckon this/wrecking this, is it really real//reel or is it fairy flipped, feelings start to freak out as I slip into this trip, out of this emotional spa where I once dipped and never left my energy jarred, not even one bit.
…So float away with this, so float away in bliss…
As the time splits into ninety nine trillion or more piloted drips, I just follow the river down, stuck inside of this timeless mist. Can’t write this quick, five minutes quickly passed and I’m already inside of the shy and pip, so find the rips in time so quick and always let yourself be guided by a spliff.
…So float away with this, so float away in bliss…


The Vials grow thicker; the veils are growing thinner, the bile growth trickles, the patterns and styles in it flow quicker, intricate and infinite, glistening with shivers, showing minutes flowing past as it’s floating back to your liver, wrapping around the litter and pivoting, bound to the river of fire to simmer and showing the shadows that shimmer, (while) latching to sounds and unseemly sly critters. Dark and ravenous desires with divine limits, just walk towards the light that’s chilling, inhibit and find what’s missing. Die listening to divine whistling, fear quite quickly and vision// envision three sixes shine bright by the side of my eye(s) sight, shut, flickers, watching time fly by the fine lines, listen. Remember your mission.

Hear the whine//wine, grapes and taste the gravity turning sideways, meat in//meeting grind paste, lather in nitrates. Find space to try and fly straight but my eyes lie and my spine scrapes so go, grow and don’t time//thyme waste, (you) euthanize this beautiful planet as it aligns straight, magnetised half of my mind’s state//mind state, a fine place, meant//placement to be erased, trip, try and escape a half moon that felt my pattern of flight and sight change, my divine space, flickering as the fibres vibrate, I’m halving five eighths like the time rate and slanted are the alive staves but all I see is brain (and) colours lines waves, trying to grasp greys that tighten muscles and wither away with endoskeletons and airways in an alien daze, passing electrons up and down like a staircase in a maze//amaze, I start encased, in case at staring cases with barely bare//bear hands and bearing this bare//bear face and body to clear waste//waist, leaking psychedelic blood like blade razors//raiser’s//raises, meet(s) my forearms//four arms, container of four heads//foreheads that withstand the great//grate dangers, enslave your faith, skull//scull chasers, no? evolve and fold space as it rearrange, these mad lab mages could grow, but you’re still stuck in old ways, creator, could break the mould to a plate of gold, greyer, silver, shaking, anti-aging agents bronzing ancient with temptations, but I pray to altar,//alter all sensations.
Seek gods through such pain//pane, ingest seed pods of tropanes, ripped to the road base, world slowly revolves and rotates, in an overdosed state after post-take, laughing at star dust ate and lava melted artist(‘s) brain, just hit the large vein, of the carved caves as calves came, hypnotised in a calm rage, dark deranged, unpredictable and can’t change, skin shoots out from pores//paws with target aimed, after the harshest haze, explore and embark this place, increasing heart rate, decreasing heart ache, climb upon the last stage, over oceans, emotional past lakes, craft a maze/amaze but this cold clay masks my face. Blunt, with pointless sharp blade, blowing glass glazed but my growing plant’s graft breaks, this path’s a starve cage, still try and start scathed, finally find faith, but there will be no: at last saved.


Contained in this place, escape from this cage, break through these chains to the safe that remains, stays locked every day, leaves us shocked and the same, start to shape through this change to feel taken away. I’m still fading the same, I’m still shaking, it’s strange. The tainted you face to awaken your faith, most sacred of states but what have I got and what have I lost, and when will it stop. (What?) All this is lost, all is forgot. I’m still fading the same to feel taken away.


Looking at the lovely, I balance into harmony, no longer is it hard to see, must be to free these father seeds, must be these arteries, a part of me, passing needs, grown beautiful farm I see//pharmacy, harvest leaves, smoke, I just start to breathe, I just and choke on chalice I sip in a trance I dance at last, not half of my heart is a work of art, but the whole world you see, lost in this real fantasy and love your enemies, they’re reflections of your memory’s so don’t forget to just forever dream.



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