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freestyle jams, January 2017

by Tread

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thirty 2nd flyer (free) 01:37
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"lasting impressions" ft. February (free) 03:52
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(second verse, Tread): take off your skin, shake it out on the patio, speeding up my blood flow with a lil bit of gingko, hitting up a plateau in terms of baby Donald Trump's development, Ockhams razor his face sir please good goddamnit, for the hell of it, every sound that comes from his mouth is an embellishment, wacko sentiment, I mean, free trade kinda sucks, but in this case that's irrelevant, we gonna burn under the sediment, now there ain't no escape, feeling the globe warm down the nape of my neck, all the heat in my face, one day every day's gonna feel like Dubai in one and every place, until it's all replaced with sheets and sheets of ice, make my testimony, the motto goes "it's best up in this system only," but man I feel lonely, got some homies but no money so I can't even own me, just control me and my body, reaching states of pure Samadhi, manifesting as the Mahdi, my thoughts on the potty are just straight Illuminati, naw I joke, I only think about the Saudi statesmen driving Audis acting bawdy like an honest ISIS Wahhabi jihadi, float with the flotsam, write like I'm awesome and famous already, that lonely mountain yeti, learning how to be a poet, cook it warm at the slowest, asking all them other rappers where their flow is, all different approaches and each and every one is seminal, getting all Congressional like criminal professionals, counting down negative decimals, speaking in conditionals like conditions don't apply, choke on smoke just to get high, tho it seems I never really fly, one day I'll probably die, but then I might just end up born again, a moralist from Oregon, the one your mom never warned against, return to the moment with a deep breath, remember we're in Canada so we enjoy a free press, although I'm still not that impressed, Trudeau is still a mess nevertheless, but hey, we coulda guessed cus the myth of Sispyhus is closer to the truth than the myth regarding progress, and still we're obsessed like we never really notice when the lotus flower blooms, we only notice when a bomb or the economy go boom, and bust a bunch of bubbles into abstract nothings but, real rubble, real people are in trouble, I won't waste time being subtle cus we've all been hypernormalized toward witnessing blood collect in puddles, it's all a strangers riddle why some widows are still riddled with bullets, watched in slow motion claymation like it's Wallace and Gromit, just ultraviolent with vomit, preaching nihilism from a media pulpit, and it's all super bullshit cus no one REALLY understands it, right? or am I wrong? how long has it been since Saint Augustine, it's a new age of philistines, and yet I sound like the asshole, admitting everything's a black hole, climbing out a man hole somewhere inside Seoul, South Korea, preaching my rap as panacea for those still sick with diarrhea of the verbal function, using my mouth to write this urban fiction in the prose so popular, not so opulent, just modest with a mirror, couldn't speak til I was near her, trying not to perish as I'm austere, though I can't afford it, so I'll just pretend that I am not here....

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released January 26, 2017

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Tread Powell River, British Columbia

Cosmic poetry in infinite motion until we realize there is no end, after which he keeps on rhyming
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