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Kartune
We on a mission to find out what the mission is x4
Pliny Science losing myself like a hipster on xo’s at Dayglow letting My brain know to stay slow look in the mirror no face though to chase Those memories that set pace for pesos on base code as I lay Awake cold case replace notes the same strange melody is it me a Symphony on repeat if possible to achieve a hostage of disbelieve This loss of identity
Kartune
Who I be no ID so I'm Jason Bourne by proxy rebel agents watching Gestapo couldn’t stop what I believe tapping into bank of memory is Deceit eyes reeling subject matter that does not pertain to me but it Relaxes your ear cavities with fallacies in melodies thats malleable Like cracking home of Jim Carrey skull eternal sunshine is lost that's The cost to stay apropos
imaGenius
Stay cold from the lack of shine I find my mind in the boom bap and rhymes the bass-line and chimes I facetime my mind to try to find my Kind and why I’m alive I try to find purpose in why I write verses it’s Never on the surface but when I hear these motherfuckers Meaningless words the verb-less words feel worthless
Pliny Science
So why do they speak a page with no ink seems to only be a self Portrait of the hollowed so why do I let this affect me? I think I know Who I am but why do I let this affect me? Perplexing why I can’t rest at Ease detecting the recipes for stress relief there’s got to be a reason Why the skeleton key is controlled by irrelevant kings on the other Side of the door could be cool breeze and seas or depleted land built On lies and deceit either way it’s my soul I’ll seize, either way it’s my Soul I’ll see
Kartune
We on a mission to find out what the mission is x3
That's repetition by kids who question the proposition thought we Knew more than our parents so we would never listen lying calling it Intuition gave us privilege of genuine intellect been neglecting my Regimen still learning from experience until the fucking end
imaGenius
Or the beginning of a new view misunderstood by a few who choose To see in 2D put the Fez on seek 3 do what you wanna be live as you Want perceived in your brainwaves storm-clouds feel the energy rushing in the sounds (of the soul) I hear the storm growl

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from Wingfield, released August 31, 2012

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The Lower Class Austin, Texas

Soul and jazz inspired samples combine with nothing short of lyrical Kung Fu to give The Lower Class a sound reminiscent of hip-hop’s Golden Age. The trio’s fresh and laid back style, have indie blogs abuzz- comparing their sound to the likes of De La Soul, A Tribe Called Quest, and Jurassic 5. ... more

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