#Conscious Lyrics

[purposeful-solutions]

Abstract Empathy by Universal Union

Lyrics

Abstract, attract, react, Aligned with divine, on the path, Neural mind, refined, designed, Humble and kind, intertwined with math, One of a kind, aligned, Recognize, realize, Unknowns, shown, Grow, know, algorithms, Flow, showin by given Unfathomable livin, mathematical Expandable, understandable, Complexities, perplexities, Mysteries, histories, knowledge of these Fathomless, threads of tapestries seamless, Boundless, timeless, Endless, relentless, Vastness, fastness, like when i sent this, Universe, traverse with a verse Infinite, detailed and intricate, Ethereal connection through spherical, Galaxies, mapping the fantasies, Realities experiencing multiple possibilities, Dimensional transcendental, overcome obstacles Elemental,beyond fundamental, Quantum, stay running, tantrums, Particles, fractals, rhythms like drums Energy, synergy, all part of the one Cosmos, bios, sums having fun Paradoxes, complexities running, Enigmas, synchronicities' spun in, Intuitions, in conditions inscribed, Awareness, fairness, another form of alive, holistic soul that grows, connections flow, tied together like a bow, terrific core compute like a pro Subatomic, erratic vision through static, Particles collide, subdivide into more magic Chaos, entropy new cosmic seeds , Order and disorder, no order successive playing Strings, rings sounds that progressive Vibrations, sensations, understanding creation Frequencies, energies, radiant relations, Wavelengths, strengthen the foundations Resonance, permanence, growing enormous Harmony, balance in a system of eternity, without touching me your feeling me, metamorphosis to what i am and keep learning G

"Abstract Empathy, abstract, abstract, Entropy, chaos, cosmic seeds, On a path of empathy, we connect, Transcendental frequencies, intersect."

[rjl11898]

…𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯… 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘣 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘴… 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺… 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘭��𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶…

[ourtalechara]

Tsukasa focus songs' music: You can do anything! Reach for the stars! Let's soar!

Tsukasa focus songs' lyrics: I saw the most pathetic thing in the world when I looked in the mirror

[inniave]

changed around some of the posters in my little music corner

[steve-brules-rules]

who remembers all those OTP templates we used to fill out? I think we should bring those back :]

thank u for the coolass template, @onusfate !!

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

looking back on fanfic you wrote during high school is so crazy bc like. wow you wrote an incredibly heartbreaking mother/daughter relationship that is obviously built upon so much love and care from both sides but has been strained nearly irreparably by a choice that could never be taken back and they both love each other so much but there's so much heartache that they're both wading through and drowning in that they can hardly find their way back to each other. but also jesus fucking christ you shoehorned this thing with enough 2017-Era Musical Theater (aka Dear Chill Heathers) References to kill a fucking horse. WHY is sebastian black butler quoting hamilton

[incredibly-delirious-biznasty]

So now that I have an opportunity to scream about Kendrick Lamar’s Genius on Tumblr

Help yourself to this analytical essay I wrote in 2016 examining “To Pimp a Butterfly” and dissecting the stance that Kendrick is, by definition, a conscious rapper.

Shoutout to Drew Lindsay, the professor whose class I wrote this for. Also, please engage in lyrical analysis and music theory with me 🥺

Throughout his album To Pimp a Butterfly (TPaB), Kendrick Lamar is grappling with big issues of race and resentment. There are many layers to each song on the album and like any modern masterpiece, the true meaning lies below the surface and must be teased out. Many songs on TPaB come across as strictly fighting racism and helping along a powerful message in support of his roots. When digging deeper, we find that even the most overt black support anthems on the album have an argumentative element which questions Lamar’s roots and his thoughts on perceived racism. The conflict evident throughout the album is the incarnation of Kendrick’s personal struggle and reflects the conflict within the black community. TPaB’s message is not overtly positive or uplifting and is highly conflicted and therefore can not be classified as realist or conscious. At it’s core, To Pimp a Butterfly is not a conscious manifesto, telling the viewer exactly what to think, but a conversation about current racial issues that is not firmly positive or negative.

! “King Kunta” is the only track on the album that has a seemingly triumphant message all the way through; however this message takes on a sad note when put in the context of the rest of the album. When taken out of context, “King Kunta” comes across as a celebratory anthem, not only for Kendrick himself but for his homies and his people as well. The Lyrics, “Black man taking no losses” extends from his personal success to the triumph of a black art becoming the most popular music form in the mainstream. Even the title references the prolific slave “Kunta Kintae” who’s leg was

hacked for his “slights” against his white captors. Like a conscious track, it seems to have a clear surface meaning. However, as it happens over and over across the album, the traditional wholesome respectful themes of conscious rap are largely disregarded. The beat and production on this track are some of the most radio friendly and “trendy” on the album and the the first track to carry a piece of Kendrick’s Poem at the end. This seems to give “King Kunta” the high note before the gut punch of meaning. The message of “King Kunta” is predominantly “We made it guys,” but as the album progresses, we are made to beg the question “Made it where?”. As the next track on the record starts to deal with Kendrick’s old neighborhood and the clear negative points of contention start to reveal themselves, “King Kunta” becomes bleaker and more hollow in hindsight as the record progresses.

! “Institutionalized” compares Kendrick’s Compton neighborhood to a prison and starts to unpack conflicting feelings about the draw to his personal roots, and all the negatives that come with. As the preceding snippet of The Poem states “At fist you was conflicted,” it only makes sense that this theme rings throughout this song in many ways. There are many layers of conflict as well as many layers of persona in this track that should all be taken into account. Kendrick himself is “trapped in the ghetto” in more ways than one as he struggles to make a name for himself in the industry. Kendrick misses his home, but feels he can no longer relate to his old station after finding success; and yet he can never shake his ghetto roots and the baggage that comes with. There seem to be no positives left about Kendrick’s home and this displacement is furthered after he takes his homies to an award show and their first instinct is to steal from the celebrities around them. He so desperately wants to have a safe place in his

home when faced with the chaos and pressure of the music industry, but finds his home is now just as confining as the industry. As with most of the tracks on this record, Kendrick also acts as a surrogate for members of the black community to reflect common issues. The BET situation can easily be applied to any black kid who comes out of the ghetto and attempts to make something of themselves. The neighborhood and the attached stigmas follow any possible success and no matter how successful any one of these people gets, the inherent shame and conflict of their less successful or motivated peers and life station will always weigh on their minds. Throughout a predominantly conflicted and negative track, the chorus gives a single ray of hope through the mantra of “Shit don’t change unless you get up and wash your ass”.

! “Alright” uses a black stereotype to grapple with his personal struggle through life and compares it to the struggle of the black community as a whole. When we reach this track, the Poetic additions have reached “the evils of Lucy was all around me” and on the preceding track of “U” Kendrick and the album had hit their lowest point. As the track starts, a slew of new conflicts hits the table. Kendrick is facing his vices and the path he is headed down due to his fame and the influence of the music industry; comparing the game to “Lucy,” an incarnation of the devil in the form of a crafty woman. Again, he doubles as surrogate for the black community and the communal struggle, but fans out this connection to God. The “lawd lovin darkie” is a stereotype that Kendrick is playing on as a positive and embracing despite the pull against such topics in the mainstream rap industry. The voice of the track feels vastly positive; the bounce after the rock- bottom of “U”. However, “Alright” is nothing if not weighed down with struggle and sadness. The conflict of depression and hope clashes with every run of the chorus.

Lucy’s echo of Uncle Sam on “Wesley’s Theory” is a direct comparison of The Music Industry to Satan, a notion that Craig points out has been “a prominent, reoccurring theme [in music] for the past 30 years.”(Vigilant Citizen, 4). The bars have the same rhythm, but manage to hold their identity despite the change from 112 beats per minute(bpm) on “Wesley’s Theory” to the 56bpm of “Alright”. For a composition standpoint this is so impressive and Connor’s description of “...genius level record management in the tradition of Dr Dre”(Connor, 2) is not an exaggeration. The bpm change reflects Kendrick’s state in each song. “Wesley’s Theory” begins the album with a whirlwind ride to money and success with a fast beat and and a blasé attitude. By the echo, Kendrick has hit bottom and his life is crawling through the mud at a snails pace, prolonging his inner conflict and misery. “Alright” has the blurriest line between Kendrick as himself and Kendrick as the silhouette stand in for his people. Although the hook is positive and uplifting, the lyrics have weight and imply that Kendrick’s problems are also the problems of black individuals and the black community as a whole. The hook tells us that “We gon‘ be alright,” yet he describes his hope and his faith failing in times of deepest struggle, leaving the listener feeling (what a shock) conflicted.

! “The Blacker the Berry” is the summation of Kendrick’s struggle throughout the rest of the record; pitting racism against the existing problems perpetuated in the black community, resulting in an inconclusive conversation. This track is easily the most mind- bending and certainly the hard-hitting thesis of the record. Kendrick begins by claiming to be the “biggest hypocrite of 2015” in a mantra that gains weight as the song progresses. With the first verse confronting the white population and police brutality shattering the black community, the weight of the line “You made me a killer,” seems

obvious and, although striking, not extremely unique. As the track progresses, Kendrick accuses The Music Industry of making him a killer. Finally, Kendrick aims his accusations at his black brothers; gangbangers and thieves. If that wasn’t enough, the tracks introduction states “sometimes I get off watchin' you die in vain,” referring to his people. Although this could be the product of internalized racism, or Kendrick’s roots in the Blood/Crip war, nonetheless, it’s taking a stance that is not seen in conscious rap. Kendrick is facing that there is not one reason for violence or racism and therefore the problem can’t be fixed in any simple manner; certainly not one he holds the answer to. So who really made Kendrick a killer? Who made killers of any black man? As a representation, summation, and thesis of the rest of the album, Kendrick is having a conversation about where violence starts and presenting many possible options. They all repeat the same mantras, making them all equal and not singling any one out as more or less valid. In the end there is no clear resolution; just the statement of a problem and an intellectual presentation of thought. “The Blacker the Berry” states that many people and many groups are responsible for the perpetuation of racism, violence, and stereotypes, without attempting to “fix” the situation or even place blame as conscious rap is wont to do. When all of these things are called out, it is no longer about pointing a finger and starting a lynch mob. It becomes a critical reflection and the seed of a conversation. The running theme of the album persists as Kendrick becomes the echo of the black community and his inner conflicts become the conflicts within his community.

! As the album closes, Kendrick’s personal struggle is completely conveyed in a masterful comparison of himself to Tupac Shakur. His journey is not tied up in a neat

bow and the entirety of the album is left open-ended. We are not told explicitly “Kendrick will/will not meet the same end as Tupac,” but left to ponder and discuss. In the same way, we follow Kendrick’s reflection of the black community to its close without resolution. Many believe that “Underneath the tragedy and adversity, To Pimp a Butterfly is a celebration of the audacity to wake up each morning to try to be better, knowing it could all end in a second, for no reason at all,”(Jenkins, 3) and although that is a fair assessment of the album; trying to wrap up a record as complex and nuanced as To Pimp a Butterfly in a neat bow of optimism like that doesn’t do it any justice. TPaB would be nothing without its unending conflict and roller coaster of ups and downs. This blend of conflict and pain is our heart line direct to Kendrick’s soul as his confessional develops and our uniting point as a community under the problems he presents. As The World’s Busiest Music Nerd stated, “[Kendrick’s] not telling us what to think... [he’s] contradicting himself”(Fantano, 11:08). This inability to take a stand (among other explicit sexual and violent gangster themes) is ultimately what disqualifies To Pimp a Butterfly from the conscious spectrum. If the album was anything but what it is, we as the listener would not be able to discuss how we address the problems presented. The album would lose all intrigue and conversation if we were left with a solid resolution. To Pimp a Butterfly is a 78 minute conversation, to create a century’s conversation.

Sources Sited

Theneedledrop, and Anthony Fantano. "Kendrick Lamar - To Pimp A Butterfly ALBUM REVIEW." YouTube. YouTube, 18 Mar. 2015. Web. 14 Apr. 2016.

An in-depth analysis of the formal elements of “To Pimp a Butterfly”. A moment I found really compelling was just around 11:18 when Fantano talks about the conflicted nature of the album. Alludes to Kendrick making a conscious album, but pays very close attention to the music beneath the flows and how it compels the message. The rare 10/10.

Connor, Martin. "Kendrick Lamar: Rap Music Analysis." The Composer's Corner. Blogspot, 24 July 2015. Web. 14 Apr. 2016.

Connor analyzes Lamar’s production unity despite multiple producers. He hails this foresight into record management as genius level: on par with Dr Dre’s production insight and Jay-Z’s ear for album unity. Connor goes on to compare the seeding of musical ideas across tracks to classical compositions. He uses the example of an echoing verse with identical musical rhythms; despite the bpm change across tracks (56bpm on “Alright” and 112bpm on “Wesley’s Theory”

Jenkins, Craig. "To Pimp a Butterfly." Kendrick Lamar: Album Review. Pitchfork Publications, 19 Mar. 2015. Web. 21 Apr. 2016.

“Underneath the tragedy and adversity, To Pimp a Butterfly is a celebration of the audacity to wake up each morning to try to be better, knowing it could all end in a second, for no reason at all.”

Business, Music. "Kendrick's Deeper Story." Vigilant Citizen. The Vigilant Citizen, 27 Nov. 2015. Web

[decodedparagram]

Jarthur sometimes is so supermercado by mon laferte coded :(

[vinniedangerous]

Niggas Gonna Be Ok (ft. Kamus Leonardo)

Lyrics

Hook:

From the jump I’ve been through hell they thought I’d fail but I’m still here/Throughout history tried to wipe us off the map but we’re still here/In this game they want me gone but no I think I’ll stay/No matter what they say/ Niggas gonna be ok (x3)/

Verse 1:

This is my black pride/What the panthers stood for before they died/Florida textbooks won’t have inside/Can’t put this on the shelf for a quick dime/Labels tell you to not put it in your lyrics suburban kids won’t buy it/But nowadays nobody buy this shit anyway so might as well try it/I’m about this shit, ain’t gotta look like shit, niggas in suits still get lynched/You take us away and this world would look like shit without our influence/From the family to the stranger that hit the head nod when I see ya/From our highest heights to our lowest moments y’all are still my niggas/

Verse 2 (Kamus Leondardo):

Doing what I’m supposed to out in Nova Scotia/ Sipping wine watching whales, handing out Dames posters/ Can’t forget the coasters I don’t mean to sell I just used it when I rolled up/ Flickin ashes on an oyster/ Got me feeling boisterous not hearing what the noise is/ Somewhere feeding Koi fish attracting good fortune/ I don’t really care what they say we gon be okay/ I don’t really care what they say niggas gone be okay/

Verse 3:

Fuck them crackas that want to say nigga you don’t even matter/No exception I don’t care if a nigga is your favorite rapper/I don’t care if this your favorite song and you want to sing it with me/When that part come on you better mute it like we did R. Kelly/Fuck that nigga/If he locked up & all your victims black I ain’t yelling free that nigga/If he always talking down on black folks, I don’t see that nigga/We can’t let no Uncle Ruckus walk among us/I might bring back FUBU, if it’s for us then we gotta buy us/

[misstictart]

I've grown accustomed to his face (reprise)

Probably one of the comic ideas I wanted the most to work on since MONTHS (alongside another one that takes place way earlier - but I can't seem to find the motivation for now) and I'm so glad I pulled through!

You'll find more context below the comic itself - but for now just know that this takes place right after this scene. Under a read-more for "The Bob Next Door" spoilers (S21 - E22), knife depiction (no harm or any sensitive topic though!) and needles/surgical suture depiction (minor, only the first panel).

Some context:

Lyrics are inspired by "The Very Reason That I Live" - both the Simpsons' and the original versions!

Takes place somewhere between season 21 and 31 (given the newer seasons don't seem to bring back the detached face joke)

Story sum up: Knowing Claryce has some basic nursing knowledge from the Mafia, Bob (reluctantly) makes a rather odd request to his friend: to suture back his face. Surprisingly enough, she complies; despite her worried complaints, she eventually calms down as she deals with the issue. To make sure the sutures heals properly, she gently "forces" him to stay in her bed, while she'll exceptionally sleep on her couch.

The way I picture this scene, you'd only hear Claryce's singing voice as the events unfold silently in the background: Bob explaining (yet again) his crazy plots; Claryce tucking him to bed; and she not getting to sleep as she realizes she still loves him and, as depicted in the lyrics, got accustomed to his ways.

Figured I'd mention this because I couldn't find a better way to word it; when she says "Surely if I gave this a try", she means partaking in his criminal deeds - hence her reflection in the knife, and also why she gets startled and gasps "Oh dear" by the next panel: she's surprised she went as close as to consider it.

Louie is completely unaware of the situation. He just happened to be doing some guarding duty and heard Tony's niece sing by the window - he just thought it'd be fun to tag along!

First panel is a meme redraw of the picture below:

[lazzarella]

Sharing my Wandee Goodday playlist because why not?

[swordbreakerz]

Lymond sketchpage I keep forgetting to post! Ft lymond telling christian about the fish, lymond playing the guitar, a couple of wills, and a reaction image i doodled of myself that i no longer remember the context for but it Was about the book

[infinitewavesblog]

I was made into tarot cards

Years ago, I commissioned a friend of mine to create a major arcana set using my likeness. I intended to use his art for a musical project I was working on. Unfortunately, I couldn't finish that project. I'm hoping one day that I can get back to working on it.

Here are the first 10 cards in the set. That's about as far into the project as I was able to get into myself. You can listen to The Arcana Project on my soundcloud.

[6goat6zombie6]

Io parlo a te, a te che somigli a quando ero vivo e mi ricordi la mia faccia da cazzo e il tono agguerrito.

Io voglio dirti che si può, c'è chi ci è riuscito ed ha vissuto con gioia tutto quello che avrà patito.

Io scrivo il mio destino col punto interrogativo se tanto il futuro è figlio di un passato indicativo.

Se ascolti superficialmente non mi avrai capito e sembreranno solamente i rimpianti di chi ha fallito.

Ho scalciato accanito, poi riprovato anche sfinito

La morte ha fatto prima della sorte e mi ha colpito.

In questo momento avrò di certo un gran bel vestito e già mi sarò preso tutto il pianto di chi mi ha sorriso.

Ricordati di collegarti al come ti comporti;

Non conta se nell' oggi compri un domani di sogni.

L'amore lo si paga coi gesti, non con i fogli

E non importa se ne hai molti, sono soltanto soldi.

[reset-the-clock]

My life don't mean that much to me

So I'm living for you

Yeah, I'm living for you

And you can't stand the sight of me

So what's the point of this

Fucked up catastrophe?

I'm waiting for my time to start

As I waste it

As I waste it

I pop the pills to waste some time

As I'm faded

As I'm faded

This shit messes with my head

The only home I know is my bed

Too lazy for suicide

I just watch the days pass hoping to die

So sick and tired of being alone

So long, farewell, I'm on my own

I'm sorry mom, I've got to go

I dug this grave I call my home

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: October 28, 2002

Lyrics:

Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity

To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment

Would you capture it or just let it slip?

Yo

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting

What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's chokin', how? Everybody's jokin' now

The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow

Snap back to reality, ope, there goes gravity

Ope, there goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad

But he won't give up that easy, no, he won't have it

He knows his whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter

He's dope, he knows that, but he's broke, he's so stagnant

He knows when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's

Back to the lab again, yo, this old rhapsody

Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better

His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping

This world is mine for the taking, make me king

As we move toward a new world order

A normal life is boring, but superstardom's

Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder

Homie grows hotter, he blows, it's all over

These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows

He's known as the Globetrotter, lonely roads

God only knows he's grown farther from home, he's no father

He goes home and barely knows his own daughter

But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water

These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product

They moved on to the next schmoe who flows

He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera

Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, partner

But the beat goes on, da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah-dah-dah

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage

Tear this motherfuckin' roof off like two dogs caged

I was playin' in the beginning, the mood all changed

I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage

But I kept rhymin' and stepped right in the next cypher

Best believe somebody's payin' the Pied Piper

All the pain inside amplified by the

Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-

Five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family

'Cause, man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy diapers

And there's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life

And these times are so hard, and it's gettin' even harder

Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter

Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna

Baby-mama drama, screamin' on her, too much for me to wanna

Stay in one spot, another day of monotony's gotten me

To the point I'm like a snail, I've got

To formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot

Success is my only motherfuckin' option, failure's not

Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got

To go, I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot

So here I go, it's my shot; feet, fail me not

This may be the only opportunity that I got

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go (Go)

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo

You better

Songwriter:

Marshall Mathers / Jeff Bass / Luis Resto

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

Eminem