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years of living, watching, listening, studying, thinking & some other stuff, boiled down to just over a half hour of music.

if you're reading this, i made this album for you.

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released July 25, 2015

conceived, written, performed and produced by
joe AllOne.

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Track Name: hermetechknowledGee
hermetechknowledGee, the science of the past predicts the future / you'll find it in the maths and in the sutras / the missing link is slashed, who has the sutures? / movin' past the trash handed in classes by professors and duped tutors, i'm a truther / and payback's been a long time comin', like karma sutra / the tutenkhamen megaton bomber nuka trooper / super sleuther, divine mind shines within my tiny soul / illumination widens my eye holes and pineal / smash down the box walls, clock stalls, time's irrelevant / tear down existential fences, using the 5 elements / urgently facin' a nervous nation / of complacent sheeple herded into place through subversive statements / reworded into public service, regurgitation  / de-evolution will be televised re-education / you need to wake up, take up defenses / the mental castration's intended to render the collective senseless

the mental castration's intended to render the collective senseless / behind the anchorman's make-up, there's green scaly skin, mind on auto-pilot & reptilian instincts 

the dollar bill is emblazoned with the star of david / we traded in cars for spaceships / predictions made in the stars by ancients / spiritually scarred, as we await calm & patient they're bombin' nations / illuminati abomination, broadcasting the facade to the tax-paying zombie patrons / we're charmed complacent / they disarm us with carefully orchestrated catastrophic events, probably caused by agents / lobbied anti-gun product placement / now all i have are observations, thoughts and statements / the kind they disappear you for, erased with all the traces / lizard eyes that seem lifeless, out of place & oddly vacant / they pose as people, but they're evil and sorta reptilian / killin' us off, these corporate villains are slaughterin' children / the fields are filled with fema coffins for corpses to chill in / i sing a song of rebellion, swing a sword of vermillion.
Track Name: bo peep
life's tough, but i'm tougher than leather / when it sucks, i'm like "motherfuck it, whatever, i'm roughin' the weather" / hermetic science blew my mind apart, i stuck it together / the emerald tablet is a magic gem, i'm pluckin' the treasure / grip it with a forefinger and thumb, raise it up to my pineal like a monacle, an oracle sun / i sit and stare & bear witness to the satirical horrowshow / hard facts, a hard act to follow acting so horrible / or rather deplorable, consider they lack in morals / what to speak of evil ever even feeling sorrowful / all seeing eye in the sky, wherever we go / lead us all into temptation, and deliver from ego! / as above, so below, so you reap as you sow / while the sheep are asleep, bo peep's in the know / sold us cheap for the dough, keep us low / there's a demon with a green glow grinning on the screen, yo

beat us and treat us like hoes, they circulate in teams / so wake up and smell the vapors of percolator steam / you can't embrace a dream, always gonna chase them though / our backs scarred from cold hard facts, face em / i wax philosophical, funny bones ticklish / hot shit, melt the wax wings off of icarus / whackness never found within the grip of my fingertips / when flippin through the wax things i pick off of discuses / i like my voice in the mix with the thickness / show your heart what the very definition of viscous is / the flow of art is liquid, visionary discipline / sick of the system? let these scripts be the medicine / as above, so below, so you reap as you sow / while the sheep are asleep, bo peep's in the know / sold us cheap for the dough, keep us low / there's a demon with a green glow grinning on the screen, yo

2 buildings went down, each had 4 sides / now an 8-sided pyramid points at the sky / with an antennae long enough to pry & divide / an antennae probably strong enough to fry all our minds / the ark they purport to be lost and remembered / the artwork they sport in the airport in denver / the darkness must end, the light's long overdue / the next carcass toss onto the flames might be you

i'm high powered on a cellular level like mitochondria / gave the devil sniffles? hypochondria / it really takes a special type of zombie to / live without a care within world, i simply inhale & air it out like laundry / sometimes some people think too much, they self-educate / sometimes some people learn too much, then self-medicate /  i was one such person, i had to elevate / couldn't let it stay, i knew there had to be a better way / in turn i terminated my self-hate the hermetic way / took the hell i made & boiled it down to encapsulate / master of my fate, futuristically old school / tried to take it back this one time & time lapsed pass the date / as above so below, so you reap as you sow / while the sheep are asleep, bo peep's in the know / sold us cheap for the dough, keep us low / there's a demon with a green glow grinning on the screen, yo

never been the type to end up stuck at a crossroads / at any fork i say fuck it, chuck it in 4 & off road / the spirit frees the mind confined within its prison / so i'm boiling down accumulated knowledge into wisdom / i look at art & book smarts as a means to try & hook hearts / a lot of dull blades out there that only look sharp / there was a time i asked for nothing, and got plenty / now i've set my sights on one single thing, out of so many / with a laser beam of focus, disseminate poetic plague of locusts / death stroke, now the joke is on the jokers / speak your mind, reach for the sublime, seek and ye shall find / still the muse never chooses weakened-spined meekest kind / as above, so below, so you reap as you sow / while the sheep are asleep, bo peep's in the know / sold us cheap for the dough, keep us low / there's a demon with a green glo grinning on the screen, yo.
Track Name: god apollo
hard stylin', dog-eared & grey beard / hard livin', scars were given, it's hard smilin' / no meat, still i chew beef and spit gristle / herbs blow like mistletoe kisses or rape whistles / a pacifist who can pass a fist through a passive lisp / masterin' this is surpassin' a trained classicist / unlikely & dubious, brain stains remain / like loopin' 60's drug movies, the grooviest / are you supposed to be this close to me? / i'm a certified raw nut, poor schmuck, no hope of roastin' me / hey gurrrl, i been looking for a muse, pose for me? / now-a-daze there's so many ways to embrace ocd / kaleidoscopic, fire to ignite the tropics / tunnel vision extends down the barrel's tip to wider topics / cross hairs in the sight, stop, lock it, pop-it / livin' in a mental box? STOP IT. / the mind state of an unchained mime's great for performance / a tour de force of made to order wordplay ornaments / prehistoric primate rhymescape, divided by the current prime rate / times my take is 9 x enormous / unplug & let my soul take flight, inner city rock dove / hot shit dropped from above, on top of jaw-dropped mugs / a passing fascination with pop crud, is NOT hip hop love / sitting in the midst of nature, wild child, hippy dippy / drunk on the earth force, got me spun nifty tipsy / binomial nomenclature, styles piled 50/50 / stand ground & keep it movin'like a shifty gypsy / either way you mix me, analyze, split me up like atoms or fresh apple pie slice, it's me / the little drum machine boy, that pitter patters / i'll spit a pattern, split the fitted sheet off a phantom / incinerated closet skeletons, call it smokin' bones / from deposits in the sediment arose joe AllOne / heart torn wide open, mind blown wide apart / i'll die for my artform, mARTyred just to form art / i'm hard to follow, i'll swallow tomorrow, god apollo / abracadabra, the magic gathers to scatter sorrow / beyond the senses are sentiments sent in sentences / messages meant to send you suspended in pensive senselessness,

emptiness.
Track Name: the body is a cage
we are not this flesh shell / the hearts in our ribs, are like the bars on a crib or a flesh cell / insanity & self-absorbed vanity mesh well / obsession with the pleasures of the flesh, cuz sex sells / commercialism, hurts our inner vision, hurts our little children / little squirts aren't worth dirt, they're worth zillions / barbie doll culture, couture vultures preying / and though your true worth is within, who's saying? / greedy demons so strategic, quick to put you down / turn around with planned product placement, like you need it! / grads passin' colleges to follow the dollar / while hermetic scholars master the elements and kabbalah / between the two, i'll always choose the latter / reach for the hung fruit above the rung loose on jacob's ladder / kung fu grammar, the hammer to shatter your caboose / dung drop data, with don dada patterns to boot / derail your train of thought's intended destination / extend pretend limbs to caress a stressed nation / suspended animation, livin' out of body so long that i forgot how to feel / you gotta learn let it go to ever let it be real, / i'm dead set on gettin' over so i better be hermetically sealed /  trapped inside a body, like a ghost in a shell / rappin' is a hobby, but i roast like its hell / most like it, well i appreciate the sentiment / perversion meets courtesy equals subversive gentleman / pulverize the lies, until there's truth within the sediment / wrap it up in cynicism, packaged, sent in sentences / despite my best intentions, i'm destined to make some heads spin / i meddle in lyricism, why meddle in medicine? / 
wake up to the day, look at the sky, salute the sun & moon / the revolution's coming soon.....

evolution's coming too..... as life cycles in circles & the world turns, the question is.... what are the revolutions coming to?
Track Name: white flag
could i ever elevate from stranger to kingpin with rappin'? / i dunno, but stranger things have happened / within my lifetime alone, conquered demons in my dome / enough to build lawn gnomes out of small bones / stick & stones, knock knock, the wizard's home / on the tip of my tongue, the mystic crystal shone / flick of the wrist, script is flipped over / bring beef to battles, cattle is tipped over / through the power of suggestion, you let go / of free will, as i pull strings like gepetto / part malevolent, equal part benevolent / creep in dark, deep in park, secret art gentleman / speaking thought's medicine, used be a deadman walking, started talking, so let it be the letterman / never claimed better than the next man / so don't take my word, but feel free go ask his ex-fan / satellite comcast immerses me in information bombast / then escape to nature for the contrast / contact established, we're aliens each within a bubble / couldn't see me with a hundredfold hubbles / rubble i seen, from stones in the nose hole / trouble i seen, nobody really knows though / double I.D., nobody really knows joe/ set to punt the reaper in the balls, like the rose bowl

the rhyme linebacker, tackler of topics / avocado emcees spit the pits, so i guac it / shift a pitch, rock it, i plan to end life on a high note /
fuck a punched clock & lunch box, kid! / stargasm span large chasms in my rocket / sarcasm fully stocked in the back pocket / clear my throat, loose loogie hock it / steer my boat afloat a beautiful deep blue sea of logic / what you see deposits, fuses with your inner views, and works it way up out of you, a new object / presented to world as a pearl of one's wisdom / see through the prism of the pyramidic system! / white flag is hung at half mast / any and all attempts to revive sweet freedom is half-assed / too many peeps can't beat em, the last laugh / reserved for the master of the sheeple at black mass / bleating like sacrificial calves that pass gas / and expire, bleeding in the firey fast flash / i remain true astute & studious, attacking this / so don't misconstrue me as a gluteus maximus / attractive as it is to live a passive existence / only makes you blind to the shine of resistance / our actions are the acid test litmus / raise a fist or raise your kids as unwitting witnesses.
Track Name: long summer
i gotta feeling it's about to be a long summer / joe AllOne with another one of them songs? bummer / my serrated views & flow reigns, small wonder / dehydrated zeus, no rain, all thunder / i'd tone it down till there's no sound & we're all dumber / if i ever answered the phone's tone, but wrong number / we all slumber, the spell is cast, we fall under / and big brother is paul bunyan with tall lumber / for fema log cabin camping trip odysseys / are they plotting for an extended stay? probably / with frayed ends of sanity, they're weaving baskets  / of liners designed to fit three in a casket / cheap black plastic, stacked to the sky / while they lay baited traps, most won't bat an eye / distract us with shine, most attractive to eyes / but it's actually crap in disguise, don't act surprised/ you can't demolish honesty with the abominable / and to be honest, that policy really isn't honorable / i'm not political, so much as analytical / of propaganda, droppin' the hammer on the empirical / grammar satirical, handin' you miracles / captured in rapturous wizard flows, and packaged with ribbon bows / but in the meantime, it's dreamtime, you know the drill / stop & chill, prop up a comfy pillow, and pop a pill / grammar satirical, handin' you miracles / captured in rapturous wizard flows, and packaged with ribbon bows / and in the meantime, it's dreamtime, you know the drill / pop a pill...

this is crazy talk..... there's no plot to kill, right?

....... RIGHT?!
Track Name: iron flow
third eye open sheds a gold tear / grey beard god holds an old year / folds it into days, into hours, crushing seconds out of minutes / collapses into particles, and ends it to begin it /  its finished, from the instance of existence & inception / embrace the cycle, meditation, genuflection / the reflection of perfection, innersight is dope / you gotta try to fly to float / step inside of the kaleidoscope / side note, we're more than sum total of zygotes / tried coke, left me with a red nose, white nostrils & i'm broke / i'm only serious when i joke / leavin' little cartoon bubble clouds floating in the sky wherever i spoke / like 'hold that thought?' i'll be right back / my minds out to lunch on a far away planet and won't write back / i don't right wrongs, i write 'em into songs / leave em bundled at your doorstep, like cuneiform newborns / grip mics like forceps, deliver the product of raw sex / man of many faces, hats, uniforms / heart pumpin' ox blood, spirit of a unicorn / i turn up, not in the alcoholic or loud sense / turn up for life daily, in a humble & proud sense /  should i slip, slide & falter don't be salty / or fault me, i was built to spill & born faulty

belly up to the juice bar, boys / the john cage of hip hop, cuz when i sit & spit in silence, i got bars, boyz / in full command of the planets & star toys / you're either livin' to die or dyin' to live, hard choice / my simple solution arrived at by the process of reduction / is a life spent dabbling around madness, never stuck in / the suction of the black hole, stagnation can attract mold / so when you act old, know it's a whack role / keep it movin', for the sake of circulation / herby haters makin' jerky faces at my quirky statements / i guess the truth hurts, they scowl in pain / i transform into lupine form, and howl in rain / the way i subjugate, subjects and predicates bow to my reign / my scepter's ruby tip lights up the way, now and again / illumination that can move a nation / my ruminations equal voluntary euthanasia via groovy music placement / i'm truly greatness, these rappers are actor movie fakers / patchouli vapors & lapis lazuli jewelry maker / nouns and vowels abound & soundwise / profound & wise,  like life viewed through owl's round eyes

i'm so down, guys, so underground the reaper has to keep an ear beneath the ground / to hear the sound rise, from the other side / don't sword fight with a butterknife, run for cover, hide! / and when the song ends, it sorta feels like a lover died / emcee your mother cried, spit like sick teens / try to flip the script, but they split like ripped jeans / some rappers are caustic, spittin sixteens / myself? i dabble in flossin', spittin' sistines / chapel level apple of the eye, art architect / tackle devils, stack em ever high, on your mark, get set / bars from the constellations, star connects / i astral project, so grassy-ass, like pastures for pets / switch your soul out with folgers, i told you it's true mental / grip a pad & pencil & sharpen it like a ginsu / modern day michelangelo, nut-hangers are found strangled / my hands wrapped in cable, mic hangin low.
Track Name: slackjaws
our backs up against the wall, collectively speaking / tappin' into random calls, checking frequencies / eager to pass laws, they pass 'em all past y'all / distract y'all with reality television and basketball / manufactured mind scatter, dumb us down, slack jawed / these bastards pass cash through the cracks under the doors / news flash, newscasters kept in back pockets / pre-packaged news packets, redacted topics / celebrity drama, nobody really needs to know / the zombie worship of so & so really needs to go / whatever slop tops covers, they really need your dough / swap out the garbage for knowledge you really need to know / we really need to grow, and growth scares them / when such notions are shown & made known, they impair them / prefer a nation of clones, a rut stuck in / uncle sam robot, screws loose, for the nuttin' / abused by big brother we trusted, ain't that something? / a host of drones, live stream the clones butt-fuckin' / even when snowden, decided to go in / and shed light on dark motives, we chose to play so dim / funny thing about the truth, when expressin' her / it doubles as a call for the troops to shoot the messenger / it speaks volumes on society as a whole / so i speak with volume, straight into society's holes / the greasiest, sleaziest, politicians pose noblest / they worship stone phallices, pharoahs & old obelisks / AllOne's bone marrow alone shows who the chosen is / you know it is, bow & arrows to drive a point home? / i suppose it is akin to a lone sparrow floating in the wind / blowing from between the seams of where beginnings end / the circumstances are beyond dire / the magician is liar, workin' his hands over fire / and from the ghosts in the embers that rise up to meet sky / comes a warning call for all to storm in, lest we die.
Track Name: nowadaze
nowadaze it's hard wakin' up / been married to my mind for a long time, thinkin' bout breakin' up / if i do, there's no makin' up / let my soul - not - be stirred, internal words, i'm shaken up / i'd burn the crosses that i've taken up / but i know me only too well, i'd see yours by the wayside & take 'em up / it's always been in my nature to save the hated / and try to redeem them, a dream that's never validated / i sit beside a man-made lake, next to a landfill / make man-made plans to stand up to the standstill / i've arrived at a stand, still, yet still it stands / to reason, i'd rather be mad then pop the pill in hand / within the eye's iris, spy a white ibis in mid-flight / permanent daylight, bright midnight / using insight, i can tell that my insides / have been dried, left with a mortal shell, stretched skin-tight / hellish helicopter propellers, like a ceiling fan / hung from the clouds, life's too real to be appealing, man / it seems to be peeling tan flesh from my old bones / the man that i've become visits the past like an old home / mold in my dome, grown from calcified thinkin' / floating like preserves in formaldehyde, sinkin' / as war cries rise like blood tides & more die / pops forced into retirement, watches rawhide

pain on the inside, pain on the outside / aiming for the stars, while i dangle over south fire / friends offer words of encouragement, i don't care though / when you feel this empty, it's hard to care about careful / piss on good judgment & throw caution to the wind / i can't cope, i can't handle, do you have a hand to lend? / a lot of mindwash newspeak, so disarming /  it's alarming, friendly fire, disarmed by this army / fractured reflections in mirror shards, are not mine / so many lives within this lifetime, forgot mine / entranced in stationary placement, i need a transformation / stagnation's dragging me under, let's face it / something's wrong, i can't place it, caught up in the dragnet / fingers tippin' scales of the dragon's tail i'm chasin' / i never manage to catch up to past phantoms / on a white horse galloping, hands on a black lantern / illuminated by the dark truth, shimmer obsidian / stars don't shine on lost souls, they never pity them / feel like burnt offerings on the wrong end of a pitchfork / at every turn i get caught, whichever way the witch walks / within this maze, the children of the maize slip through / stalks of corn, awkward born, stuck out like a chip tooth / wordsmith tempura temperament tempered exemplar / semper fi to i & i eternal night, templar 

once in a while the gears turn, wheels spin, no traction / so i let the fears return, seals me in, no action / frozen cryogenics, denial becomes medicine  / life's knocking, but i'd probably die if i let it in / on an existential seesaw, everything i see, i seen before / except i used to wanna see more /  now i just close my eyes, i wanna sleep forever / take my hand, it's better in neverland, we'll sleep together.
Track Name: stay with me
and if the world goes pop, stops & topples off its axis / consider this a praxis, from a humble soul in practice / it's wonderful & magical, it's fictional and factual / the miracles, the tragical, satirical & actual / as the empirical in charge manufacture their man-made disasters / may this manifesto slash their plan of action / cuz all of it is beautiful, though some of it is horrible / it's human to be dutiful, and not to be deplorable / my awesome is someone else's plum awful, it's all just perspective / if it happens to be off, i'll correct it / it seems the duly elected are never truly elected / because if you and me choose, our selection would be unexpected / don't let em in, don't let em under your skin / evil's lived from the beginning, but beginning's will end / to say the least, i pray for peace and if there's prayer in action / let's form a faction & slay the beast, stay with me

this color skin points to that color of skin / but if an eye for an eye makes the world blind, what color is sin? / i'll color it in, till the boundary lines are blurred / painted in soundscapes, bursting brainbows to be heard / break free from the herd & shake off the mind shackles / slavery is absurd, the tree of life's divine apple / is sublimely palatable, take a bite and taste knowledge / third eye pineal 101, banned in college / understand what scholars have long sought in vain / overriding instincts only to get lost within their mortal brain / the beating from a bleeding heart's always stronger / than dark oil pumped through a heart that loves no longer / tragedy and comedy stand hand in hand, face to face / so embrace your place in line & alotted slot in time & space / and if you sit on apathy's path, as the world passes by / the day will surely pass, when the whole world laughs & you have to cry

living is modern art, the paint the act of trying / the brush is our intention, the working title is dying / our actions form the colors on a canvas in kaleidoscopic swirls / stretched across the framework of the world / and while it seems that every cynical critter's a bitter critic / there still plenty of us left here that really really get it / there's no control, just a neverending ebb and flow / on you mark, get set, draw up a big breath and let it go / discussing tangible matters, nothing tangible matters but everything tangible's matter when hands handle the data / and when you size it up, it's no surprising bulletin / there's guys in ties, lying through their pearly whites, pulling strings / babies die, mothers cry, politrick bullshit / sticking butterfly wings to bullets by the full clip / we were born to live and die while we do  / you can see it through the mind's eye, but only if you choose to.
Track Name: one
we are All One, though others would have you think differently / damage you, manage you differently / tragedy lathered in mystery / wrapped up in packages magically baggaged as history / savages ravage us viciously / rather efficiently, brand us like cattle in misery / handing us battles like passages / clipped from epistles and scriptures while adding epistrophe

apostrophe, apostles in coffins / would scoff at the coffers we fill at the cost of apostasy / awful unlawfully offer the option to orphan me rather than writing me off as a martyr and offin' me / oughta just barter me, tradin' salvation for pesos / so pathos replaces my ethos / hey! pushing your faith or a race, what a waste though!

cuz when you say cheese, i'll say queso & freeze while i blow you a beso / slow up the roll, you should know your own pace though, know your own place bro / invading the personal space of a murderous person can furnish a hearse i reserved in your space yo / so pray if you're able, say grace at my table, i'll set you a place for the tasting of nuts when you're facing my navel

quite easily true, might feasibly pick at your bones like a vulture in need of some food / and while you're assaulting my creed or my culture i'm saltin' your meat for a savory stew / i'm brewin' a rue, consists of a twist of your treason, a splash of your reasoning too / they'll ask why'd you ruin the mood? for a laugh and some secret ingredient seasoning, dude!

the talking of heads over networks /  they're walking the dead, using rhetoric, medicine, legwork / it gets you to thinking you're better off dead / but you're so apathetic you're better in bed / of course word is born, but the letters are pregs / my word is my bond, but it's shackled in manacles / wars won't be be fought with a sling but with grammar flows / thoughts become things become animals

change up the world, we're too lazy to handle it / lazy to reach the remote so the channel sticks / programs are programmed to break our attention, the span of it / changing the frequencies, jamming it / strange, the techniques they unleash in an underhand manner / we're nodding but don't understand it / i've said it before and i'll say it again, the remote in your hand is a bandit [one arm]

now if everything's math & the numbers are stacked / i'm crunchin' the stats, just do the addition, division, subtract / my hunch is you don't know the half of the facts, maybe half of that, max / we're made up of elements bound to react / turnin' tan into white, turnin' brown into black / and the factions that fracture us down into fractions / will probably topple the populace, actually factually 

as a matter of fact / it's a fact that you matter as matter / and cellular data collected in life apparatus / but paying a tax to enable a patriot act / in collecting your cellular data is madness / know who the menace is, always remember the genesis, lest in the end you depend on your nemesis.
Track Name: hermetechknowledGee 2
hermetechknowledGee, the science of the past predicts the future / you'll find it in the maths and in the sutras / the missing link is slashed, who has the sutures? / movin' past the trash handed in classes by professors and duped tutors, i'm a truther / and payback's been a long time comin', like karma sutra / the tutenkhamen megaton bomber nuka trooper / super sleuther, divine mind shines within my tiny soul / illumination widens my eye holes and pineal / smash down the box walls, clock stalls, time's irrelevant / tear down existential fences, using the 5 elements / urgently facin' a nervous nation / of complacent sheeple herded into place through subversive statements / reworded into public service, regurgitation  / de-evolution will be televised re-education / you need to wake up, take up defenses / the mental castration's intended to render the collective senseless

the mental castration's intended to render the collective senseless / behind the anchorman's make-up, there's green scaly skin, mind on auto-pilot & reptilian instincts 

the dollar bill is emblazoned with the star of david / we traded in cars for spaceships / predictions made in the stars by ancients / spiritually scarred, as we await calm & patient they're bombin' nations / illuminati abomination, broadcasting the facade to the tax-paying zombie patrons / we're charmed complacent / they disarm us with carefully orchestrated catastrophic events, probably caused by agents / lobbied anti-gun product placement / now all i have are observations, thoughts and statements / the kind they disappear you for, erased with all the traces / lizard eyes that seem lifeless, out of place & oddly vacant / they pose as people, but they're evil and sorta reptilian / killin' us off, these corporate villains are slaughterin' children / the fields are filled with fema coffins for corpses to chill in / i sing a song of rebellion, swing a sword of vermillion.