Ontro from MetaMorphMouthMusic by OCULUS

Check one I float subliminal rhythms across minimal schisms crash the vast vortex take an image and trip the audience past material recognition of worlds in our cortex. A simple stride, slide through slick beats past the valley of the streets no escape from this black hole with sides so steep. Who the rhyme master resident? Feel the impediment of presidents making out your head's better off in sediment. Under, over, I feel the cracking ground, pound for pound I lay waste on race grounds. A question: What is the colour of dissension? I corrode, contain and evaporate pretensions. Digress with the notion of no stress, I don't want be safe as long as I wear bullet proof vests. So much pent up aggression. Humankind stuck in pre-school about to learn its lesson. This is a break away from norms. Like roots growing way deep I build organic wave forms, seeking a way to break out the belly of the beast. Television networks don't see you they see a feast, stimulate synapse after syntax, lapsed connectivity... Who would've thought a box could inspire such inactivity? Who me? The legs of freedom gone but it's like a centipede growing back with a different song. This tapestry of verbal emancipation, crossing paths with the powers that build success on degradation. When will the world finally have had enough? I piss upon the need for greed with peace and love.

• Experimental
• Future Beats
• Lord Raw
• MetaMorphMouthMusic
• Mouthmusic
• Ontro
• intro
• radical
• rap
• spoken word
• London