"Mode Vivendi" original hip-hop by Milo 3Dimensional (themillionthings)

This is a song i did a couple years ago. Original lyrics and vocals by me.

Instrumental entitled "The Color of the Moon" produced by Oxyd. I use it under creative commons license.

Produced and recorded by my friend DJ Arthur McArthur. You the man, man!

Mode Vivendi by Milo 3Dimensional

2 bars Intro

Verse: There's a seeming assault from the masses that blinds me
Robbing my body of learning what binds me
It's containing a million unpriceable secrets
But the pushers are pushing their products;
Like anybody needs it!

You gurus up on your pulpits are grossing the most
Resulting in some coasting while neurosis waits explosive
We're not a cookie cutter set of human kind
And all our hackneyed assessments are a semblance of the blind
Describing, what it might be like to see without eyes.
Odd that we're missing that we can see with the body;
When arising as experience: feeling and hearing,
Therefore seeing then is being broken from eyes.
Not mother of her, but progeny;
A consequence of responding awareness reaching out for itself instead of in, and
Reclaiming the dread that everyone feels deep in their guts;
Bridging the gaps reaching out and living in love;
Making its way to the shoreline of what's happening;
Seeing what's there and feeling it's fantastic.
Sometimes the blossoms on the bush shine vivid,
In peculiar light, like they are burning with a quickness,
Drawing me out in my perceptions flowing sensual
Squirrels on the trees are spying curious,
They calibrate me.
My soul! Exposed! In a moment of breath,
Ecstasy is washing me of all the irritations i've got left. (1:16)

Chorus: It's just a stream of consciousness
Of the phenomenal field (scratch)
i'm just doing my thing
Trying to be free!

It's just a stream of consciousness
Of the phenomenal field (scratch)
i'm just doing my thing
(voices) Milo 3D!

Verse: I'm breaking up my halls living tall, not to mention large
Living out my life in one car garage
i got some paper that i'm making
i'm seeing through my schemes and saying... With a quill and inkwell,
i've been staying busy trying to dispel my spells.
Parsing my feelings and living just a little like a villain...
Or an outlaw, that's depending who you talk to
But they've been caught with their thinking being blocked through.
And i'm down with new perspectives.
It's time we get weird with all the blessed

We ain't the blessed!

And i'll stand corrected

We're the infected...

Of a little know disease, but don't panic
Cause it's a temporary thing called: seeing the forest for the trees.
And if you wait you just might snuff it out,
With your arms crossed and your furrowed brow; your scowl.

2 bars breakdown

But you are only assuming that they are true,
All those thoughts coming to you and upsetting your view
And i ain't the architect of that internal distress,
i'm merely speaking out to function as your catalyst
It's indigenous... And maybe you'll find
A little time to mine these fine scrupulous rhymes
And incite a little meaning that might make your life the clearer
That's a time to sit right with the curious facts here
And ask here, about opinion and test.
Abducting with your facts and bearing out hypotheses
Drawing out a knowing doubt in the middle of perception and guess;
Objectively subjective mode vivendi is my quest!

Chorus: It's just a stream of consciousness
Of the phenomenal field (scratch) x2

Verse: i'm rapping 3D lyrical i'm Milo 3Dimensional
I'm tearing your souls from the hindrance of your bodies
Playing the lottery with energetic manipulation
Like a money supply your brain is hitting its inflation
Inflation! Racing! You are shaking!
We be taping! Making! Elating! Dreaming of a sane wind!
That blows the dust from the corridors of collected belief
Supplying negative ions from the crying rain that washes clean
The washed brains! Brain washed to the values
That suit in the moment that we're finding we've been brought to
Causing a violence in our dealings that each has got to cop to!

But i'll be dogged! Shit, i'll be goddamn wily!
And it's too late for the train leave me behind
'Cause i'm the engineer! Conductor! And passenger superb!
And if you don't have your ticket i'll kick your ass to the curb.

Shit i'm the baron in fact of the Pennsylvania Railroad
Not to mention Reading, the Short Fast Line, and B. & O.
And if it's got to come to blows
Just remember 3Dimensional is tearing out your souls!

Chorus: It's just a stream of consciousness
Of the phenomenal field (scratch outro)

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