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Condition​(​s)

by The Taste of Vomit x DYLPDX

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And then we take a look at one of Earth's most fascinating creatures The homosapian, or as they call themselves... humans Being a human is pretty fucking weird Some of them be walking with food up in their beard A few put metal bars through their tongue or their ear Or let their ambitions get halted by fear Yea, being a human seems really absurd They often fail to listen while waiting to get heard They bastardize thoughts into these things called words That if misunderstood, on occasion, war has occurred Many cultures use pieces of paper to indicate wealth That often determines whos in poor or good health So they set arbitrary measures that are very out of date To falsely figure out whos pulling their own weight Then gather around the dead and chalk it up to fate Ignoring the oppression towards gender, class, and race And here some more facts about the human race Two eyes, a nose, and a mouth make up their face They have hair like protrusions on their tongue to taste Their planet is being destroyed by their own waste You think they would care but its simply not the case Yea being a person seems both difficult and fun Spinning on a rock doing laps around the sun Thru tech and innovation they continue to evolve But that only creates new a different problems to solve What is a human? Yea being a human is pretty fucking weird They are very social creatures that live in complex social structures But what sets them apart the most Is their self awareness and cognitive consciousness Not only are they aware of their own mortality They question and seem desperate to understand and conquer it
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I walk the tight rope of sanity But note my sonder does not reflect your vanity And society is not without causality So I feed my ego formaldehyde as a formality And blend into a busy city scape As every word I scream becomes its own fire escape To raise above the noise and confusion And not fall victim to a supernatural disillusion As to shift blame beyond ones self Cause my plight is not the one of a man needing help To me this is more than just rhyming I tear apart the psyche and mistranslate my findings Is the pursuit of fame akin to a new religion An optical illusion type solution to prolonging one's vision It seems an impossible mission And my voice is a flyer on a pole that says missing We all have wings And I've been dying to sing Before I take my place Beneath this golden ring And my voice just pours out Metered by the clouds Can you hear me now Will you hear me now Wigs split when I release spit from the tongue tip The noise is the voice of a lyrical assassin Hustling is magic and science We cash cloning while making green shit Disappear into the air for compliance, acid of life is creativity So I mixed that with some shrooms and now I’m feeling me My spliff split the time rift so i no longer exist I’m equipped to rip twists when I step out of the crypt What I spit resonates at the perfect frequency each play Which is how I have y’all entangled in every word that I say Erase space for hate when greatness is the destination Blessed with omnipotence, so inspect ya significance Cause when I step in my voice shall take over the room Having everyone chant my name is what I’m about to do Now who do you know who can fuck with the kid, nobody homie they pleading the fifth T to the I to the M to the Jones, everything I say will get stuck in ya dome We all have wings And I've been dying to sing Before I take my place Beneath this golden ring And my voice just pours out Metered by the clouds Can you hear me now Will you hear me
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Dandelions 03:07
Dandelions are weeds that exist to choke The same lawn manure might help to grow But then they transform into a symbol for hope Close your eyes, make a wish, pucker your lips, and blow Dandelions are weeds that exist to choke The same lawn manure might help to grow But then they transform into a symbol for hope Close your eyes, make a wish, pucker your lips, and blow Sometimes you gotta go thru the trenches To come out the other side of white picket fences If you truly believe the grass is always greener You gotta do your best to switch the demeanor Cause things aren't always as good as they look So I almost never judge a cover by its book Or a song by the hook, or the people around That freely use the slang term shook Yea, cause you never really know Whats real in this life and whats just for show Envious, of smiles disingenuous The prettiest snakes, stay the most venomous Keep your grass cut low And wait for the ones with fake turf to show I'm just trying to expand m horizons I 'd rather dwell with the dog shit and dandelions Dandelions are weeds that exist to choke The same lawn manure might help to grow But then they transform into a symbol for hope Close your eyes, make a wish, pucker your lips, and blow Dandelions are weeds that exist to choke The same lawn manure might help to grow But then they transform into a symbol for hope Close your eyes, make a wish, pucker your lips, and blow You ever feel like the same shit that's killing you Be also giving off a sort of hopeful feeling too There's some growth I've been meaning to get to As I try to step around the dog shit too Cause its weird, how dog shit kills The same grass, shit from a cow's ass builds Don't stay grazing on the past Life will fly by your eyes too fast And if you stay focused on another's greener pasture Fixed on their wish, you'll never get the cast yours There's more to life than the last chorus I yearn to be the chrome amongst internet explorers In the age of social media Always be weary of the type of shit they feeding you Is it nurturing like manure and fertilizers Or are you just consuming dog shit and dandelions Dandelions are weeds that exist to choke The same lawn manure might help to grow But then they transform into a symbol for hope Close your eyes, make a wish, pucker your lips, and blow Dandelions are weeds that exist to choke The same lawn manure might help to grow But then they transform into a symbol for hope Close your eyes, make a wish, pucker your lips, and blow Dandelions are weeds that exist to choke The same lawn manure might help to grow But then they transform into a symbol for hope Close your eyes, make a wish, pucker your lips, and blow
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Capital 01:34
Listen I'm all out of pots to piss in Cause existence isn't covered by my health or vision And the masters, just got their new politicians To swiftly lube up, and thusly thrust their fists in But yo, I ain't pulling no strings Could give a fuck less about your nice things My crew, we never lived like kings But our native tongue is the truth, so we know some things It goes, one, we all live in tandem as the universe Everything is connected, so the possibilities are numerous Two, we talking love thy neighbor An equal division of the wealth and labor Three, be true to yourself And never be ashamed to ask for some help Four, don't take more than your share And approach everything with empathy and care So why are the one's at the top hoarding all the resources Holding healthcare hostage, in order to force us Into the cycle of undervalued capital Of our bodies and minds, to leave our planet inhabitable I wish I could take a sabbatical Until a time human rights were not considered radical Yea, its unfathomable This class warfare is way too tactical So it's power to the people Fuck the stock market and the spot with the steeple We all deserve a little food on our plate How is this even a debate
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Existence entraps me Ties me to towering poles Rotating awkwardly in opposite directions There is no escape The times ticking I just wanna know where will I go Cause what’s dark will come to the light like Villa Lago How will it happen gotta retina detachment So will my blindness be a factor Can’t face the judgment so I been lying to the pastor Asking all these questions about what’s coming here after Nah son acting drastic Will a civilian have my top spinning backwards Barrel smoking screaming out yo stop all the capping I gotta baby so how to save em from this time wasted Dry faithless, spine draining shuffle of life that the Gods faced wit What will it look like I wanna transfer to an eagle look he took flight Lost his life but gained more followers and mentions Traveling to demotions but my soul still living After they killed him I guess that’s the terms and conditions Blurry visions, aims the cannons Minor issues, overwhelms Dirty dishes, gossip gospel Crush their spirits, while holding hands Bitching, never that, I react different My perspective transcended, spirit smashed, crashed the cash system I cast mystical rhythm like Gargamel when I spin them Chilling like a smurf off shrooms, laughing at civilians I go eye to eye with villains, I aint got a script in, Lord of Flies Savage living, it was written, stomach vicious, spill guts Cut tempest, times rough, so they dealing, lies to the children Apocalypse revealing, 85 in the building, the sheep The sheppard missing, sleeper cells in the distance Trigger words lead to spitting, do to knowledge gain wisdom Understand how I'm living in the cypher that I sit in The culture is hitting, yet in the face you don't get Built like Ferb and Phineas, reverse conditioning, rest in unknown villages Remain militant, aware of any nemesis, put in work with my misses Terms and conditions Blurry visions, aims the cannons Minor issues, overwhelms Dirty dishes, gossip gospel Crush their spirits, while holding hands Conditions We ain't nothing but some goddamn animals Making things like machines, tools, and Dannimals Using allegorys like Hannibal the Cannibal, to better understand The thing behind the mask with the claw that mandible This life is so mechanical, I can barely manage to Eat, sleep, relax, struggle, overcome than try not to relapse There's still prisoners in the state's with the weed tax But I know, nobody's really listening To busy reminiscing to actually try and fix some shit Cause sometimes tradition is a blemish, and love is worth Its weight in gold, shouts out to all chemists But I think we missed the premise Then spilled the teapot containing the tempest Wondering what type of psycho could invent this Conditions Blurry visions, aims the cannons Minor issues, overwhelms Dirty dishes, gossip gospel Crush their spirits, while holding hands Once upon a no time We were all wandering pre-thoughts, just Observing without being, outside of being Non-being, still energy Then it all turned reality I miss decimal point precision Being built up chemicals playing Once upon a time from the deep symbiosis personified Witchcraft, comes close, spirituality But what’s in a name We take ourselves so seriously And wonder why we’re all in pain

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Mixtape by emcee and songwriter The Taste of Vomit with production by DYLPDX

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released December 17, 2021

1.) Human (featuring Peter Fenton
2.) Voice (featuring KOURAJ and Tim Jones)
3.) Dandelions
4.) Capital
5.) Conditions (featuring Amber Renee, Shaun Dillinger, Steven Bupp, and Don Voltron)

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The Taste of Vomit - Rhymes
DYLPDX- Beats
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Additional vocals on track 1 by Peter Fenton
Additional vocals on track 2 by KOURAJ and Tim Jones of Altruistic Vision
Additional vocals on track 5 by Shaun Dillinger and Don Voltron of Reefer Madness, and Amber Renee and Steven Bupp
Art by Hellge
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