"Nullified Wingspan" f. Aamir of Escape Artists
Featuring Aamir of the Escape Artists
Produced by Emynd for Vinyl Monkeys
Mastered/Mixed by: Xczircles
Lyrics coming very soon!
Avant Garde Hip-hop, Underground Hip-Hop, Experimental,
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Story behind the song
I got this beat from Emynd about six months ago. I had attempted to make several songs using it, but nothing panned out. In early December, Aamir and I decided to collaborate. I sent him a cd containing about 15 beats, and the Emynd banger is the one he chose. I was reading 'Walden' by Henry David Thoreau at the time, and it def. influenced the mood of my verse.
Lyrics
“Nullified Wingspan”
Aamir & Cognition
Beat by: Emynd
(Verse One- CoGniTion)
Rarely content, breathing fire amongst the combustible
Fictitiously force fed, bred to feel pressured & uncomfortable
Searching continuously for quick and convenient contents
Misconstrued throughout these over processed continents
Complex creatures, breathing barely
We the masses of men & women delve deep within sorrow daily
No time to be anything but unhappy cogs in a giant machine
But we don’t bleed oil & grease, blood and perspiration are what’s released
For we are living creatures, not automatons lacking raw emotion and passion
Jigsaw pieces from multiple puzzles fused together in this uncomfortable snuggle
Sailing under false colors, feeling smothered by our own sisters & brothers
A zest for life diminishes under banners of intoxication, flown as a cover
What is the linchpin of mankind's struggle?
Is it the greed that clouds our innate perceptions of the world?
Or that never ending mind consuming quest
That sends us mach two into the epicenter way over our heads
Blindly we throw stones over shoulders
Caring not where they fall
But finer fruits cannot be plucked by such misguided, fumbling fingers
Alas, the paradox of our plight lingers & lingers
A stale stench coated in coagulated corrosion
But the benchmark continues to rise
Higher and higher towards the painted skies
Whose colors have been punctured by the shadows of skyscrapers
and blurred by neon lights reflecting within the smog swarming
History repeats itself, we should use this factoid as a warning
but the snowball affect continues
and will only cease when the last of our kind have been laid out like broken dolls
Play stilled forever
Until we venture to remember that days were better
My anchors are the beautiful creatures, and primeval forests,
the picturesque, pure moments that harvest emotion from the farthest reaches of the inner marshes
Walking upon egg shell bridges with feet of iron can be the harshest lesson
and as we grow older the dangers only increase in number and frequency
Change is a miracle we should conduct in secrecy, its heaven sent
If every child begins the world again
Why are we encased in these same patterns of amber?
Change is a miracle we should attempt to contemplate
Between fits of boredom, rapid breathes cups of coffee, and meaningless sex!
