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Ill Seer · The Ill Seer Bootlegs (2009)
Destitute Feedback Loop
They tried to excommunicate this exegete,
replicated reptiles repeat illuminated mistranslations replete
with “this is a man’s nation” and “the primitive situation”;
begin an initiation of appreciation into all cultural delegations.
Escape extremist nihilist mind-rape draped in a superman’s cape,
we need our respective collectives irrespective of our perspective;
We live and die by our tribe, arrive at a vibe
congenial to our perennial syllabus of syllables.
Critical of the pitiful misuse of minerals
called beats, entreat all obsolete elites to retreat;
Riveted to oblivion, livid at those livin’ by sippin’ EVIAN backwards,
awkward backpackers tracking the last faction of wack stars.
Peep this mindsweep that creeps
from tapes placed in jeeps into your sleep,
subliminal numinal intercourse enters with force,
the farce has scarce been scared before a new lair’s prepared.
Nightmares marred by a battle-scarred Mobius,
odious melodious notes float harmonious over us;
this wavelength gave strength to an entire generation,
Rave angst amongst punk rap thugs expired in regeneration.
If you’re down for the cause then read that last clause
in the contract before you contact such leprosy;
mental telepathy is mythology,
we have to embody divine mysteries
with scripts of metaphorical realities.
Fatalities face finalities based upon banality.
My script’s explicit encrypted data radar blips
trip illicit counterfeited hieroglyphics;
Nitroglycerin glitches cinches grinches’ riches
like finches finished by Doberman pinschers.
Sober plans of counteraction amount to fractions quite minute
if disputes are lackin’ reputed civil backin’;
Sniveling connivers arrive as drivelling drones swiveling tones
to whatever’s prone to collect electoral zones respect.
Doctoral dissertations infected by capital to protect
the blackmailing nations’ actual desertion of reparation
to exploited continents. Loitering yet avoiding recompense;
Content to see the content bent to whoever spent
the most notes not blood-soaked ghosts.
Their cries rise to tremendous frequency, "End this sequencing!"
A destitute feedback loop of beatings and hooks
A destitute feedback loop of beatings and hooks
A destitute feedback loop of beatings and hooks
dug into flesh by troops of crooks who look to loot
the fruit from the tree of life with a knife and a hangman’s noose.
Strange lands of gorgeous possibility
change hands by barbarous hostility,
torches of humanity illuminating the intimidating halls of wall street;
Malls eat natural ecosystems and only echoes listen
when you’re dissing a mural of your competition.
Advertising advising consumption with a presumption of sustainability;
I refrain from malleability, my mainframes mobility
maintains agility to strike vipers’ insane killing sprees.
from “The Ill Seer Bootlegs”, 2000.
Words by Cyril Guerette (Ill Seer). Produced by Bee109.