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Rhyo - Your Thoughts? (Feat. Rhyo, Prod. DSteele Music)

from Fellowship Cyphers Vol. II by Fellowship Cyphers

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Listen.
Hear the way my mind plays
On this phonograph called the soul.
Not to the echoes of this microphone
Because I already know I’ll be getting feedback
But to the way the needle’s scratch itches the surface
Of this ERA’s forgotten black hole called thought.
Traveling through tunnel this train
Do you hear
The way the locomotive runs?
Originally designed to be fueled to be insane for Agape Love.
But our heads grew so big we fell under our own gravity
Mind over matter so heavy the latter collapsed beneath our depravity
Causing exhaustion of the massive stars that we supposedly are
To abandon everything including the Light of our lives.
And as the vinyls of our mind
Are left as synthetic residue in the attics of our brains
We become orphans in the event horizon, the point of no escape.
And though the Son rises, our instinctive insight’s set already
On being trapped behind cellar doors
Confined in chains of worldly conformity
As the melodies of our identities become muffled into distant memories.
Do the math it’s easy:
If the soundtracks to our lives today seem to take more revolutions per minute
Why aren’t our demos selling as the solution,
But only adding more confusion to it?
Seeking more producers more consumers,
But we keep discovering less artistry and less meaningful lyrics
Subtracting values from the main equation, dividing the pain into new endless destinations.
Multiplying shame and finding the remainders are just
Imaginary numbers.
And so our remnants of reason became mere figments
And we began to babble mindless dictions about the most sound philosophy
And the best we could come up with is an acronym by a rapper famed by Degrassi
I’m sorry.
But it doesn’t stop there.�We forgot the feeling of friction between the record and the needle
The heat between the mind and soul
It’s called conviction
Because we wanted to have one last dance with the devil
We sold out our serenata as the ransom
To begin using bodily fictions as the new anthem.
_We’re infected.
Hybrid viruses called sin
It is the distortion of what we already had, of beautiful things God had gifted us with.
Overdosed on hallucinations of our emptied imaginations
We just need a concentrated dose of Truth.
And I wanna be your drug dealer, cause I be pushin it
Pushin pen to paper that is, I be selling my addictive ink.
I mean to say that I’m here to relay the Message and help you taste it
If this was Pandora’s music box then hope has just invaded
And if you don’t understand what my mind’s saying
Then I’ll dance.
I am not a geisha I don’t need any fans
But I still move up here with my lips and my hands because
My Abba father is my (one and only) crowd
Pleased already with the way I stand
The way letters and words fall and rise I
Am just a sentence in His song,
But precious because he caught me at the hook
Justice jotted me an unforgettable note He wrote in his melody book
Thank you Shane and Shane
For reminding me that Jesus Saves
Is my life refrain.
Needles injected with lead
Are you itching to be fed?
Then let your feet move to a beat to start something beyond what words could be said
A movement.
Every disc has been designed with unique and delicate grooves
Which had been eroded and smoothed
Away when living life
…Became an industry.
But having swag is just another term for sharing His glory
Because if He is Creator, then He is creativity.
And this is my hip-hop philosophyith God as my Socrates
No need for a Tupac-Biggie rivalry
His love stretched from the east to the west
No coast could be best
Next to a rhyme named Jesus,
My muse and reason for this apology
Listen.
Because I know how it feels
To stand before the mirror and be face to face with your greatest enemy
But look at yourself in the eye and tell it well:
_My love language is war and I’m waging for Life
I spit for a King with a capital K, AK defend my paid price
That’s why I’m a Freedom Fighter; this is a forerunner—front of the battle line
Speaking revolutionary art ammo for Christ
Entering the fray throwing Gospel grenades of paint
Lord… let your lovers rise.
…As today’s and the next generation
Verbalizing LIFE for every tongue tribe and nation
The truth defined in how it’s as if you
Chose to rewind/ our bloopers and say they never happened
But you would never delete anything
In us you would only make_
It better, you say outtakes_ Occur for a purpose
Screenwriting the way you blotted out transgressions
To transform and transcend—me from my negative adjectives
Into your world of ultimate statements and beautiful verbs and
Moments reminding me to first “be” then “go, make, and work”
Kingdom work beyond lip service,
Cause I wanna be well versed in my own verses
But I gotta let loose whatever He spurs in
Me, I’ll be an artist--if You’re askin
First is His words, holy ink painting portraits
Drew up me, said callin it a masterpiece was worth it
He, The ultimate Painter, Architect and Artist
Cause I can’t move without His hand
Lord like a compass and palette direct me to be living color
Splendor calculated by Your digits and precision evaluated by Your specific number
Of brushstrokes and shapes to create an image with fear and wonder
And you call us Your lovers.
Listen.
Do you hear�he click-clacks?
On the tracks
Of this train
Called, “Your Thoughts.”

credits

from Fellowship Cyphers Vol. II, released January 13, 2013
Lyrics: Rhyo
Instrumental: DSteele Music
Engineering: Dennis Hu and Sean Choi

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