Existential Absurdity

By Vents

On 2011 Golden Era Mixtape

Released on January 17, 2011

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[Chorus: Samples]

"Once again in your dimension"

"This is all original" "And brand new"

"Once again in your dimension"

"This is all original" "And brand new"

"Once again in your dimension"

"This is all original" "And brand new"

"Once again in your dimension"

"This is all original" "And brand new"


[Verse 1]

I walk around with a frown, blood on my fists, liver covered in piss

Nihilist; nothing exists and love is a myth

Hand relief in the bathtub, cutting my wrists

I drop the mic, crime scene, cops dusting for prints

Burn reefer slow, realising nothing but bliss

Battle rap cat, fuck you, your mother's a bitch

Bad role model, Vents be like Motley Crew

Rendezvous in the clouds, helicopter view

Cops got a five by nine plot for you

And prisons is private now so they can profit too

Smoking White Ox, crime not sound so fresh

Drug dealers and shylocks want their pound of flesh

Broken bone sound effects, dreaming of sex

Sharing bunk beds, cigarettes, leave me the rest

Dream of success, little bit of weed on your breath

Is all right, but for the love of God keep off the meth (you know!)


[Chorus: Samples]

"Once again in your dimension"

"This is all original" "And brand new"

"Once again in your dimension"

"This is all original" "And brand new"

"Once again in your dimension"

"This is all original" "And brand new"

"Once again in your dimension"


[Beat Switch]


[Verse 2]

Yeah, I be sick in the mainframe

My mates is feeling the same pain

Tossed in a bad place, powerless to make change

Looking for meaning, anything to give me a reason

To keep breathing, depression the demon that keep creeping

Getting even with God and telling people he gone

And ignore that motherfucker till he really respond

My whole life I kind of felt I never really belong

Hanging with the knuckleheads, taking hits from the bong

Sleeping on Debris' couch in the Golden Era

We holed up with hip-hop in the coldest winter

You not leaving till you finish your dinner and made your bed

On the bones in my arse and a razor's edge

My mentality is melancholy in a laboratory

Making rhymes is considered in the villain category

Fundamentalists and infidel

I got fucked by the industry once, but I would never kiss and tell