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Rapid Eye Movement

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1.
This is it 03:22
“The best way to find out if a person is dreaming is to wake them up, and ask them” Red: From now on, rap foe prey/pray to supreme pen Must mean something like a Cathode Ray’s beam bend The Zen militant Pen hits it’s an ill event Some fritter still, he spit with skill intent Maybe it’ll make him, maybe it’ll break him bent Spend every cent, leave him asking where the aspirin went Rasping amassing mass crowds of followers Last to leave class, teacher clapping like, “Bravo sir!” Certainly not least, sucka MCs the denominator “Greased hair, Red, the dominator” Killing trees, bombing paper, psalm assassinator Pass him later, like “Aye! You’re that guy!” Quasi-fly gigs front big like a bonsai Not I, strict fan fiction flow sci-fi From outta the atmosphere Bouts bat doubts to the clouds, I’m outta here But not before all listeners said I’m mint Tectonics isn’t the only thing on it shaking sediment Simple sentiment, get happy Realist who don’t know what real is, thanks pappy The vanilla killa, illa than salmonella Fillas used to beat chest like gorilla, Furealla? I’m just trying to make a claim or stake one To the microphone? BURUH BUH BUM BUM The little gunner boy, only aim to stun, only aimed a toy, do it till I’m done You won’t see a day when the son stops shining Red the super giant, signing off Hook: This is it Wrap/rap it up It’s going down Set/Turn it off LEM: I’m beefed up like the bread at a bistro Me no speak no sucka MC, so Shut yah yap, feet slaps for speaking weak flows Dang, yo yo, what that mic laced with Got me pacin like, "I'm Lem and I'm a month off the Jameson" (Hi Lem) Yah, you probably don't get it though Settle low, hollering like the heated kettle goes (shut the hell up) She wouldn't slide it in her jaw Dropped a song, that dropped her thong Then looked in my wally and she was long gone Now I'm JGL in Don Jon Time for leftovers, thank you Misses Maggie Conceal the flow like dank in a Ziploc Ahh, aah! Now my palms burnt Get hurt for dishing dirt, still he stands with a smirk (But he's someone I never heard of) That’s okay I got ways to get your shirt off Now get your ass to class with a late slip, step off the stage so I can bring you to your fate quick "LEM" don't worry momma yeah I'm up! (click) Keeps the house hopping like the bunny off of Nesquik "AYE SOMEBODY GET THE MIC FROM HIM, HE’S KILLIN’ EVERY MC IN SIGHT OF HIM" "Hello this is Diana from 10 PM News, LEM spits sick, so beware of umm…drool? Is that right?" Grinning 'hind the tele-piece now are you telling me I'm black, so where my felonies? Or am I white? Well it doesn't really smell to me I know I spit clever like words in the spelling bee, G “I’m sorry that’s incorrect” This is it Set/Turn it off
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Listen 03:36
(Hey Evan, are you a rapper?) (No, I’m a Supergiant) (Keep that) Red: Attitude like the dudes on beta-blockers They trying to find his theta, put a name to him like Betty Crocker The larger spectrum got similar stories He’s trying to be the Supergiant like Alpha Ori Loud versed, endowed with the power to make cloud burst Vowed thirst, first proud and now cursed With a mind that grinds greater than 9-5 Liver than five guys repping fives firing five nines Stay writing to get paid right in jadeite One day, brigades of babes in tights like playwrights But he is not in it for gems and dimes Go dumb till all eardrums testify to genocide A syllable spoken the second another dies Ever forget your size, put your eyes to the skies Even still he stays devoted; monastic When he’s gone most will think his psalms were bombastic, but “Ah, but that’s the point! If you don’t think, you shouldn’t talk!” LEM: Open up your nervous system Verse, first, the beat’s the victim Where’d he get his wit from? Probably that villain Vik, son They ride me like a Rickman He’s sweeter than teriyaki, really cocky, kinda’ stocky taking flight like kamikaze's Yo, no disrespect Plus trying to resurrect a flow that’s so select MCs be gallivanting around, while I'm B-lining for a shot at the crown Yo what’s good webs? Did yah catch it? Spit crisp lisp on a track and dispatch it A show host, but I'm the pathogen Spew have you woozy like you imbued with half a gin Breaking the polygraphs again “This kid!” Bout to have these raps flapping over yah lid But apparently these lyrics are just stupid To the youth that are sucka MC rooted Red: He’s more eager than a holed Solzhenitsyn Messing with Red is trouble like you sold info to Nixon The bookworm with hooks thatta spread like a kind of germ For those without spines like echinoderm This isn’t for that background music This is that “all-opponents-better-back-down” music Both components smack wack trap track music Lacking while we grabbing slack and rapping, quick to it Simple arithmetic Never a nuisance Grip the MIC like a shinai bamboo stick Red ready to brawl, know this, but most of all In the end it’s all matter, doesn’t matter ima have a ball “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” “Subjectively however, sleep is experienced as an interruption in the stream of consciousness, usually we think of – there’s something that happened and we’ve missed it, somehow, because we’ve been asleep”
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Great Minds 03:19
(I gotta tell you about something, man) (What?) (These mother suckas, man) (I’m-I’m kinda getting sick of them, the-) (Tell me about ‘em) (They’re really bothering me) (Alright, (Tell ‘em) alright right right I got you, I got you) (Huh? Oh yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Lyrics En Multitude & Red the Supergiant] These mother suckas in a gyrate- Mind state -been, running on a cup of water and some- Pretzels -getting twisted, crystal- Digging -for inner core in our core In her core deep, feel beat like intercourse Deft beckoning, get left reckoning Vibes seismic leave guys with high eye- Lids -bloody and bowed, fowl scowls from fellow travelers You don’t need specs to check, this shits spectacular Went from being just in the kitchen to being juxtapositioned According to vestibulocochlears, we besting most dope peers Foe to foe, Look here, We break it down while we break the sound barrier Unheard of, Most minds think alike, this son not one with the herd of Ones with the word of the next one, Break necks son to give perspective to the perplexed ones [Hook] Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Probably not, ‘cause plus ain’t blinking Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Stop, think again, think again, think and [Verse 2: Lyrics En Multitude & Red the Supergiant] Be weary of what you hearing when you hear me Clearly tip top of the totem, en garde Not even on par Ooo that’s hard though, like barefoot on shards Suburbanite bards Fools sound like spoons against a pot, like a spoon against a pan, Plotting on every plot of land, damn What, cat’s got your tongue? Hush up These cats got those drums and those lungs Setting fire to the suckas/beats Busta’ your luck is up / don’t cheat the two elites sleep some other time Enough tuh corrupt the mold / not now, plus on the prowl Give a - if we are sold / get neck turn like owls What ya want/need, Probably/most likely PLUS [Hook] Are you thinking what I’m thinking? World domination, world domination Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Stop, think again, think again, think and Are you thinking what I’m thinking? World domination, check yourself, check yourself sucka Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Stop, think again, think again, think and “You know, people think that mathematics is complicated…mathematics is the simple bit, it’s the stuff we can understand – it’s cats that are complicated…I mean, what is it, I-in those little molecules and stuff that make up – make one cat behave differently from another? Or that make a cat? And how do you define a cat? I have no idea!”
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Green beans 02:55
[Verse 1: Red the Supergiant] Some suckers stay juiced like Capri Sun, Not me son, I wanna be someone The odd to see oddity, soon to be commodity Lots to see, this is life: the oddest odyssey So my charge is of the positive It’s all cause and effect, and so the flow cognitive And when the cogs stop spinning… I hope they still hear me spitting Let it be written That the kid can spin lids like they linens After mine if trying to hold the MIC wear oven mitts then Don’t be stupid, stay well suited Keep flows fluid - who knows? - No need for suit and tie The other guy, the other fly white meat Entice thee - the lines rhyme nicely And I’m ’a stay spicy so long as human kind dicey; End of time stee [Verse 2: Lyrics En Multitude] You grabbing scraps in rapt of what he rapped He wrapped yaps and invented a new craft – After that, He stepped on black platform and spit about your rat cat Rat-a-tat-tat: dat scorn See that was four, it’s all mathematics Can't solve me - problematic Like an addict - automatic Not programmatic, but I'm pro-grammatic All these sucker MC’s man, they pro-dramatic See they be a dime a dozen Sucker shepherds sleep on me, lambs turn to mutton Stuntin’ on a youngin’ like his kicks ain’t bumpin’ Gets your cerebral corruptin’ Watch ya’ neck he's lunging, always lunching Sound thumping - down to the dungeon And release fire, mouth dryer, gunning Broken seat heater pressing on my lungs, son
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Intro (Red): What you raise me for? Watch me raise thee More than what amaze some Day’s sum Equates to sun rays and some watch Son raise thee Watch me raise thee Red: Flack till they flock Rap hackneyed Happy acne-ridden Writtens like acme Boom shockwave-a-laka A lotta waves cause ripples None thus have crippled the tide Eyes tripled Plus one The Supergiant son The game is titanomachy Guess who won Young gun smoking, Cause’ he’s tongue toting Boasting bout bread yet to be taken How his sayings turn that to toast and Allaying these parlaying, bar saying Hard craniums, mainly verbatim Plainly chumps Gaming ‘em like French defense Let contest commence Lest you have any sense Naw, the suckas in droves Who knows, like Bohemian Grove Fire to the lames, light out the cave Wake up, wake up, the stakes is up What you raise me for? Watch me raise thee How did I get here? LEM: Grabbing his ghillies, he's ready sprint gritty Holding hostage the opulence Stintless chill with his pocket lint Your chances are nil with how he sear through steal Spiel solemnly, Brollys probably won't do the job However, let thee be modest, Wil-o’-the-wisp in the shadow while eyeing over the cattle, no saddle Deny the wattle set in stone in the gravel Grasping the apple in his hand Through valley of the mill leading to cloud cuckoo land Let you, spier, while I acquire higher intelligence and relevance, hopefully other than the residents When he grips it, shows no benevolence Till’ he’s omnipresent Just ask the 27th
6.
To It 03:07
To it Red: This son been rising, since the sun been rising Devising since continents been dividing I’m sorry I rattle the house all day, I’m just trying to get clout Some battle for fame, I’m just trying to get out Trying to get loud out PA’s to shout bouts to a crowd a million faced Right after I do the dishes Gonna write master pieces that’ll knock you out your britches Na na, na na, na na They talking blah blah I’m writing raw raw Say ta ta, I’m gonna do it, I’m getting to it LEM: Bugging till I split momma, I’m ‘a rhymer till 500 magatamas I ain’t even got keys to Honda! Naw, naw, identify him squandering entendres Aboriginal till the days of digital, his grip'll cripple these simple syllables What’s a fool to Fujiyama? Mad bomber, catch karma clad in rad in armor Hydrostat grab ‘em Talkin naginata Abdominal trauma when I spit these scripts, Chomp at the bit with it, Fidget and fiddle for the first punch, Lunch “Yet another stage, which we now call stage REM, which resembles stage one. Resembles stage one, except there’s no Alpha activity in the EEG, okay? There’s signs of profound muscle relaxation bordering on uh- bordering on paralysis. Sometimes people will fall right into stage REM” Red: If it wasn’t for my pops, I wouldn’t be selling these rocks Cotton blend socks, hobbit feet, gotta eat Spinning theta rhythms, go to sleep Pay for bars, I ain’t no beta or zeta star Note the gravity Inside vibes coincide to a tribe of rap cats, In a snap, scribe boom bap tracks for these trichromats Upright two leggeds, Who said it? The more you consume the more you’re fed Wow like shaolin monks listening to P. Funk Or actually finding the kid who bootlegged your shit Pegging it like light bright I write while they lie next to night-light Always keep my tongue on me in a knife fight Knock out ya lights like Mike Tys with these punch lines Captain when its crunch time (Seriously? Did you just say that?) (Sorry) Na na na…
7.
Pine needles 03:05
“Now in stage REM the slow rolling eye movements that characterize stages 2, 3, and 4, are replaced by what are known as rapid eye movements, which give the appearance of the person looking at things. You’ll see the eyes move in one direction and then over in another direction – up and down, left and right, in a more or less uh- in a more or less random way, the sleeper will also show signs of physiological arousal heart rate will go up, uh for example…” LEM: Adamant vultures Try to catapult yourself when you truly gotta fly Never been one to comply Sign? Never been a fan of being a bonsai Reinvent rhymes to apply to higher hip-hop minds Literally no offense, but little I see In opponents that own up to blow ups yet to come Plus just having fun son, the sum and solution Blue to you could truly be fuchsia The truth is, its all an illusion What if Adam said a brick is a fluid Prove it Life’s rooted to preconceived ideas Who says we ever really die here? This from one relying on 39 fare Have I always been right here? Denote the steepest slopes In hopes to let ‘em know Before the speakers blow Who am I? Red: All these automatons, some kind of phenomenon As a noumenon the kid knew Conned a neutron out of being neutral Top ramen type rhyming, you gonna need a soup full In truth all yah noodles are going to be that consistency by the time I spit my piece Son fire full helions at your parietal just so you can feel the feel he on To some he took the wrong path like all of history Red another mystery Tried to gain perspective, now I got blisters see Most shit ain’t fit for me All a dream
8.
Lucidity 01:55
“Okay, so, that’s enough for the physiology of sleep, let’s talk a little bit about a problem that really consumes us here, which is consciousness during sleep. A persisting question but raised for a long time about to what extent does sleep entail an actual lapse of consciousness, to what extent is the sleeper still conscious despite being, uh- despite being asleep” Wake up, wake up Are you hearing this? Shit done delirious Wake up, wake up Gone fearing this tongue syrum serious, Period LEM: Lifted, shut eye, kids nowadays gifted Red: More fire to the pyre, get higher LEM: Penicillin to the eye on the f*king pyramid Kids starving, they always watching, they never listening Wake up, wake up Are you hearing this? Shit done delirious Wake up, wake up
9.
Aeon 03:45
Red: Just the peon of an aeon, And as I speak on these 16’s another three gone, Now be gone, you’re silly B Really, killing me? I’m spilling to seas of screams No one’s heard a peep of your soliloquies Filling these instrumentals through my dental cavities Half of these kids believe in travesties What are your laughs to my gravity Till supernova, you won’t know a flow that’s more determined to blow up Bound to break the matrix, lames are basic like protozoa Very similar dudes talking bout verisimilitude Ironic, all polyphonic Smoke yo chronic, sip yo tonic I’ll stay conic, as in on point, leave you on heels Joints to shake joints, flows to make your shit keel Yungings behind steel shields to steal meals That’s a thought to stomach If were all relatives what’s real What’s really real? LEM: Ignescent adolescent Present vested in me the power to warp the hour and put kings to peasants Pleasantly snaffle and baffle claim to be flame Mcs Maim he who rue the game and catch up while I'm away from the podium Hung on petroleum, when you got Plus And we still turning dirt to dust Inexorable horribly tore up the moral less More than less Aiming for the silver linings crest By now you should have guessed, it’s the pestering don’t mess with him blessed LEM Long due for introspection, don't expect him to best them quite yet For now play as a silhouette Frequently freak him till they eyes are red Lying, naw the wolf’s not dead The prophecy foresees… Naw, I got the prophets head “If you look at the cosmos, right, sure we’re small, but, suppose there was no life in the universe. Wouldn’t all this beautiful stuff out there be a complete waste? If there we’re no one there to behold it? I think so. I think it’s only life which gives any sort of meaning to the universe.”
10.
Aqua Regia 04:28
Red: He holds his fist closed Need dibs so it’s the Sith’s hold Sold free spirits, hears it Gets it on the fifth go Well I wish I had some quarters Fishing without hooks Leaving me high and deprived Like kids without books Living on the terra where a tera the sign of an era The game now’s like FERA, nothings chimera – said he Spoke too soon claiming that he rule the game That shits the phase of the moon homie, bound to change Mononymous non-synonymous anomalous What you got platinum? That’s fat scat son Kept in glass, embalmed in it Kept in class, en masse, sorry got psalms to spit Drip Aqua Regia from the teeth A heavy breather, rot the speakers Next to glowing leaf, drinking the Lethe At least I got a good chance of waking up from my sleep (Sheep) Shit comes to me in my dreams, so it seems, wake up covered in sheets Written In R-E-D See for cryptographers he’s the eighth wonder Wondering feet under heat up top, buffering feats Won’t stop, till I get my seconds Times when you’re counting every second Bound to wreck it, check it When there’s lightning there’s… LEM: Keeping it brief like the acronym Elapsing them Scrapping up from the last accident Look what acid did to platinum Schemata had them after son Fire back at ‘em like after none Data don’t add up add some Plus Melting Platinum, melting gold Fuck the records that you sold Spitting Aqua Regia That’s that Aqua Regia That’s that
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Indigo 03:04
“A long flat meadow. Golden. You can see off in the distance, there’s a treeline of pines, far away. Blue-purple in color.” Red: The dry throat pyro, pyroclastic flow So fantastic, hold MIC check dynastic mojo See life in slow mo When he’s on the promo, be like where’d the hour hand go? Power in the sands of the sour lands, scandal “Golden” Power in the sands of the sour lands, scandal Quick get grip, a handle A fan to the mantle Man in my sandals Scanning what to ban, fold, can and cancel Stance like a dance with death, deep breath, ramble On and on and on and on Dawning on a don and conning cats to pass the baton Cation V cats that rap bygones Pate straight sickly like ‘68 Saigon Lick thee under the nylon File in, get on witchya, get gone witchya I could scribe lines that describe dimes all the time Or by sunrise have five of-all-time type rhymes You decide, just don’t speak here Unwind and get your mind synchronized like leap year Vibes run deep here Sheer will power doesn’t get paid by the hour Trade sleep for peak-tier At it till they are addicts Adding adages adlib till he’s added to the attic All these blasted kids getting blasted I’m on the fast track for mad stacks, of my raps and Step to my snaps - snap yo mamma’s back kid Dopeness is crack kid That’s brass tax kid LEM: I let it trickle down the grapevine Don't desecrate these great minds Better pray you have the gauntlets Prepare to pout, an upset like Sozin’s Comet Vomit up these sonnets What a prophet ready to profit Don’t mess with him man he's nauseas BK stock the pockets for now You fled, and I scrapped up like General Zhao Poseidon ain’t no match for the gods of flows Unexpected novice Joes kicking down the closet doors This isn't strong arm tactics Use yah cranium, tougher than titanium Uh Soon to be grabbing grips whip-less with a script encrypted hit list Don't worry - winters over; burning off yah mittens Scribbling on my writtens Twizzle with a kiddo, fox Harder than splitting rocks, barter for his riddles docs Truth be spilled, of course he force the gizmo to rock A spring chicken, grinning tip-toeing in the kitchen, leaving the seat up when I was pissing "Sorry my son, he’s just a kid, he doesn’t know what he's doing" Ha, yo Grotesque grimaces, he walks scotch free Bona fide promise guys, trying to monopolize Red. looks like we got foes in tides How the fuck this world blind with open eyes? “Other than that, I got nothing”
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Faux Real 03:10
“I’m a nobody, you understand? And you can’t kill a person with no body” “Who’s the boogie man? You figure it out” “Cause I have sunglasses on and I’m weird” “All those people, who called me a sleepwalker? I woke up.” “Why? I don’t know! Maybe it’s the church, talk to the pop he knows everything” “How can you die when you’re dead!” LEM: We sleeping while we are awake Flying down a straightaway Fade away at the end of it Pave away for these tenants Victim to these inventions To mentions our sons and daughters No longer amorphous ideas Be cautious with that iPad Say Hi dad before you type it Mixing shit with they breast milk In they bib is the crack rock concealed What are we gonna do (x3) Just trying to give some truth Rocks are filling your pockets But you still can't take down goliath Aren't sick and tired? ARENT YOU SICK AND TIRED? Of wallowing in the dark he’s relying on poison She’s given it up for boys and He can't put down his toys and and she don't think that she gorgeous Red: Palm gripped, slipped past tonsils on some sorry forgot what calm is Like when bombs hit civilians Villains claiming villains While our water gets distilled And we forget how fucking lucky it is that we have ceilings Gone, wanna forget Haven’t even lived 17 years yet Why worry bout there, you only have right here What if the stars shined once every thousand years? Then would you notice them? Would they mean something? Would we mean something? Do we mean something?
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Bumps 03:25
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Catalyst 02:58
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Rabbit Hole 03:17
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Dunny 03:31
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Plus's debut self-produced album. Two 16-year-old MCs speak intricately on subjects that are sometimes stranger than dreams, over beats that go from jazzy and up-beat to deep, spacey, and personal, leaving the listener questioning if they've woken up yet.

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released June 27, 2014

All tracks produced by Red

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Plus Columbus, Ohio

yin yang, can't hang, you already know the name, it's the freaking plus entity in your vicinity, I know it's cold outside, but after these rhymes? you're going to feel the humidity.

Not even 19 years old, must of lived 7 past lives
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