Relative Contradiction from Demos & Singles by Mad Ronin

Soul suckers derailed, chucking muck out of garbage pails. Harder than nails, harder than shards of the skull shattered. Harder than acid bombs in the mail from the Björk stalker. Chin up, re-up, steady; streetwalker. Asswipe shit talker that would still save your daughter from raging fires, hot off the wire. Debunking the files in the trunk used to conspire. Slowloris attack on your database while I backtrack your .DAT that infects shit to the point where your hard drive becomes hazmat. I'm a socially awkward neckbeard chemical labrat. I've been used in several experiments to see what a light complexion mixed race cat concludes with a katana and a prayer; a rough diamond in the lair.

Pull up a chair, electroshock your fair complexion til you're beautiful; laugh and condescend to those unusual. Feed of the tit of the system immovable: reducable aspects of your mutable existence proves unusable in the institutional light of mic fights and bright lights shattering homes. Battering domes for truth and freedom, please believe them. I'm a heathen; an ostracized bastard, blasphemous since I been reading for myself- those dusty books on the shelf. That literary matter that promotes health, tossed aside by the masses. Feed me lies in classes. Feed me fatty substances and soft plaque constructing matter til my heart crashes.

The TRUTH still will never change. Existential, it enters your brain. Shattering your matters til the next panel projects on your window frame. Widow making kindle flame show that these differences is the same. Contradiction in zen poems and koans. You realize soon, you're noone but the reflection. You're the shogun and the retainer. No brainer. Hard way out of the life container. Video Arcade of Maya jam packed with phantom players.

Four quarters a play so you can feed your daughters and pay for life
yet still dissolve into nothing turning back like Lot's wife.
You'll realize soon, Samsara is not trife...

• Avant Hop
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Spoken Word
• apocalyptic
• Nashville