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Immolate
03:22
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Woo
Yeah, yeah
Hahahaha
Oh my God
You lot got me heated
Don't speak unless I authorize, don't even let a thought arise
I grab tongues and rip them out, then spit flame and cauterize (Yeah)
I slaughter guys, you were dead soon as you caught my eye
お前はもう死んでいる
何?
I'm so incendiary, don't even think to air me
That gas just fan to a fire, yuh I'm immolating
I'm bright, I'm scintillating, you're washed, you're irrigating
Your mud's humiliating, not even irritating
Yeah, this is not anger, it's disappointment
Man try burn me, man spit ointment
Man hasn't got that fire in his heart
Man spit Gaviscon, like raa
Me? I'm wild like a forest fire
Off-kilter, killswitch flicked, unflinching
Filled up with this fricative kindling
Wait, oh, wait, light, wait
Light work to bun lightweights, I light them up like a fireplace
You bucket crabs move sideways; I'm bent but I still fly straight
I miss quiet days coz all the noise, I feel it
But God gave me the gift to immolate, so, I blaze the mic to a cinder, yuck
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
I innovate, you're insulated, you sit and hate
Immolate (Yeah, it's Juliet's)
Inflame (Yeah, it's Juliet's)
Inciner-
Yeah, it's Juliet's first born
Here to keep them hearses warm
Apocalyptic flow, I blow like Jibrail's cursed horn
You know I'm big business coz I'm guzzling fuel
Spinning grooves, mix a newer brew, call that revolution
These cherubs try to bite but that shit is malocclusion (Ok)
Gruesome, like the crime scene I make when I breathe
Try me, you can catch this lava like Hawai'i
Ugh, are you trying to be dead? (Why?)
I'm a hot-headed demon I got fires to set
Annihilation to prep, I ain't got time for you, gentle wets
I immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
I innovate, you're insulated, you sit and hate
Immolate, inflame, incinerate
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
Immolate, immolate, yeah, I immolate
I innovate, you're insulated, you sit and hate
Immolate, inflame, incinerate
Impale posers with prose until pale and decomposing
The most corrosive of poets that no others come close to
These foes on the flow, they get vex when I flex
Cah I use it as a method to maintain composure
Composed of matter but flow massless
Paradox of a master craftsman (I'm too flashy)
Gatekeeper gate crasher, spiced sucrose down the hatchet
Shiver a bit, grit the fangs, Clank, Ratchet, raspy asthmatic laughter, I smile, bashful
The bloodshot sky bows its head for the forthcoming disaster
Flick of the wrist? Nah, more like the flick of a slasher
I'll redact your last chapter
Who'd have thought shy Samiir was a striking spear
Inciting awe and fear in the minds of my hypest peers
When I leer, flash of light and the mic is seared
It's quite severe, I alight stage bathed in cheers
Patrons raise their beers as I fade and disappear
All I hear is, "Who the hell was that amazing queer?"
Listen, this here is the angel of death, the haunting crimson immolation of the sacred bereft
The inhaler of so-so poets; brazenly raising the hairs on the nape of their neck, chop
These donnies cop guap but stay greener than guac
I got a Molotov soul coz the spirit is hot
I spill my whole fucking heart whether listened to or not
You don't want to swap shots, man, I'm at the top kotched
I'm top notch
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2. |
Sickening
04:14
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I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone"
I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone"
But I could never leave without a prayer for amnesty
I'll flex when I'm that zone
I'll text when I get on home
And even when I dream that road is coming back to me (And I feel so alone, that road was never home)
My girl's tall like spaghetto
We ball through the ghetto in four-inch stilettos
We walk so smooth, it's like a warm meadow
The high's unreal, I call it falsetto
My girl's voice deep and mellow
She got strong arms that make you say, "Hello"
She got strong armour, hardly unsettled
And when we walk, you're not on our level
My boy's short like bruscetto
Man's cut too; the stitch is bargello
Nails on gorge, the face beat and bezeled
His smile's so bright and vibrant like petals
My boy's voice light and treble
He's still got sting so don't touch the nettle
We've still got sting so don't try to meddle
And when we walk, you're not on our level
Sickening, sickening ah
Sickening, uh, sickening
Gagged, sickening, choked up, sickening
Throw up, sickening, thick drip, sickening
Nasty
Nastiness
Yuh, Moonlight silver dancing off puddles
I stay tucked undercover
I am the shit, it's not subtle
I hope I don't get flushed down the gutter
When was the last time that I felt safe?
(Without having to resort to my self-erasure!)
When was the last time I felt pure joy?
(Without having to keep one eye out for danger!)
I can smell the sunrise, but I can't taste it
Oh, I long for the flavour
See, when we dress for occasions
We dress sharp to parry the blades which
Aim for our faces, stainless gazes
We go hard, we live so voracious
We fall back, we live so evasive
Some days I don't have the patience
But see, my girl's tall like spaghetto
She balls through the ghetto in four-inch stilettos
She walks so smooth, it's like a warm meadow
The high's unreal, she calls it falsetto
My boy's short like bruscetto
Man's cut too; the stitch is bargello
Nails on gorge, the face beat and bezeled
And when he walks, you're not on his level
Sickening, sickening ah
Sickening, uh, sickening
Gagged, sickening, choked up, sickening
Throw up, sickening, thick drip, sickening
Sickening, sickening ah
Sickening, uh, sickening
Gagged, sickening, choked up, sickening
Throw up, sickening, thick drip, sickening
I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone"
I'm gone when I said, "I'm gone"
But I could never leave without a prayer for amnesty
I'll flex when I'm that zone
I'll text when I get on home
And even when I dream that road is coming back to me (And I feel so alone, that road was never home)
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3. |
Lightscreens
05:45
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I see you through screens, I see what you let me see
I see how you show your soul, I see how it hurts to breathe
You've got love but no control, you've got hurt but no release
I wish I could hold you close but baby, I see you through screens, yeah
Lightscreens feel so sacred when you're inside
Your heart's torn by changes, you're terrified
Days just spill like water, we drown in time
I wish I could be there right by your side
I see you through screens, I see what you let me see
I see how you pour your soul, I see what it takes to bleed
You're so far away from home the sickness burns you in your sleep
And now that you live alone all your mirrors feel like teeth
Unspilled tears turn vinegar
Sour little lies in your mind so sinister
Cylinders fire but the hollow drum ringing out melodies of doubt keep your self-esteem prisoner
Thoughts of regression ĺike a dull ache
Skull plagued by the migraines all day
Coolness is the branding but it's all fake
IG still demands even more of your face
Lightscreens feel so sacred when you're inside
Your heart's torn by changes, you're terrified
Days just spill like water, we drown in time
I wish I could be there right by your side
All we ever see is the screen
Funny how machines turn everyone so parasocial
Even those that we're close to
Memories melt into photos
Neat likkle package for the timeline, more time, it's a lifeline to the shoreline
Short form, short content for sore eyes, sure fine, I guess it's alright
Come find me, I'm buried in the tension
Treading water, barely getting breaths in
Living gig to gig, with pitiful protections
Working all the time and not even for a pension
Not to mention the drain on attention
Not to mention the game of confessions
Not to mention the aimless direction
Not to mention the waning connections
Lightscreens feel so sacred when you're inside
Your heart's torn by changes, you're terrified
Days just spill like water, we are baptised
Lightscreens glow like halos when you're inside
You turn my screen into a shrine of light
It's a joy to witness you living life
I see pain and fear in your tired eyes
I see hope and fire, you burn so bright
I love you, I miss you
Lightscreens are somewhat of a gift too
We can be both the seen and the witness
And somehow feel God from a distance
I love you, I miss you
Lightscreens are somewhat of a gift too
We can be both the seen and the witness
And somehow feel God from a distance
Lightscreens feel so sacred when you're inside (Lightscreens feel like cages, I'm stuck inside)
Your heart's torn by changes, you're terrified (My heart's torn by changes, I'm terrified)
Days just spill like water, we are baptised (Days just spill like water, we drown in time)
Lightscreens glow like halos when you're inside (I wish I could be there right by your side)
You turn my screen into a shrine of light (Lightscreens feel like cages, I'm stuck inside)
It's a joy to witness you living life (It's a joy to witness your burning light)
I see pain and fear in your tired eyes (I see pain and fear in your tired eyes)
I see hope and fire, you burn so bright (I see hope and fire, you burn so bright)
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4. |
Sonata II
05:21
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Flop era, everything dog eared, neoteny
Young soul, yet the mind's grey as a hound
Quarter life, quartz stone, tetrahedral silica
I let go of my silver anniversary
Late third decade on Earth, still uncertainty
Searching for my severed purpose, that sacred burden
Watching self through lightscreens
We are the burning ones, seraphim
Which secular God burned the forests? It wasn't me
Liar, complicit tongue weaves neoteny
Couldn't feel remorse whilst waiting for apology
I've been defanged by the disrespect
Free-falling onto swords of expectation
Never disarmed by earthly preservation
I appreciate the trust you bestowed, but my heart is hurricane (When that wind comes, I rise)
I love to labour lovingly, but in truth, the gust is calling me
I feel like a failure for lacking things I didn't even want
You didn't want me to be free (When that wind comes, I rise)
Shamed whilst swords overdosed the return
Shamed for labouring through lightscreens
Shamed for failure to seed neoteny
Shamed for open soul
Shamed for the winds which hold uncertainty
Shamed for worshiping that silicon hole
Shamed, blossomed, defanged, decomposing
Shamed for expectation
Shamed whilst earthly and frozen
Shameful decade of forest corrosion
Shameful Earth, her beautiful want
Shameful heart carries shameful burden
Shame weaves like a false apology
Shame in the complicit stomach
Shame for lacking hope
Shamed into dogmatic grief
Shamed into exile
Shamed into being controlled
I wasn't burned when the bridge collapsed
I met myself in the water
My sacred mind's numbing flesh felt the kiss of community
Another shoulder to fall on, wings to call on
The corrosive compassion swallowed shame
I became the temple of imperfection
I became the shameless shaman
I became myself
I was once sickened by the feast of my own obsession
Afraid to starve, instead I bloated
Until I truly asked, "Who am I beyond this heavy name?"
I defanged the sojourn to stomach a slow return
We are in transition until we fade away
Flop era, everything dog eared, neoteny
Young soul, yet the mind's grey as a hound
Quarter life, quartz stone, tetrahedral silica
I let go of my silver anniversary
Late third decade on Earth, still uncertainty
Searching for my severed purpose, that sacred burden
Watching self through lightscreens
We are the burning ones, seraphim
Which secular God burned the forests? It wasn't me
Liar, complicit tongue weaves neoteny
Couldn't feel remorse whilst waiting for apology
I've been defanged by the disrespect
Free-falling into the open arms of my family
Never disarmed by false accountability
I follow my heart to trust myself (When that wind comes, I rise)
I love to labour lovingly, and I accept the responsibility
It is an honour to be blessed with uncertainty
With space to blossom into beautiful imperfection (When that wind comes, I rise)
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5. |
Twenty-Six
02:53
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26 Years seems old now, 26 degrees seems cold now
Summer '22, hotter than most, but not as hot as the 2s at the top of my throat, yo
26 Years seems old now, 26 degrees seems cold now
Summer '22, hotter than most, but not as hot as the 2s at the top of my throat, yo
Two twos, it's the true truth that I spew fumes like a choo-choo-choo when I chew tunes
Nine-six, I exhumed from the womb like a pharaoh, pale blue, mummy was afraid too
Obstetrician shrugged like, "Stay tuned, let's see if this babe lives a day or two"
Twenty-six years on from my debut, I'm alive, and I'm loved, and I make do
And I've changed so much, been in pain so much
Felt shame so much, overcame so much
And my body is a cloud, and it's rained so much
But the storm in the soil feeds grain so much
Why am I still scared of the ocean's mouth?
That darkness yawns, and I feel devoured
I'm still young and I'm here right now
Only thing that exists is now
26 Years seems old now, 26 degrees seems cold now
Summer '22, hotter than most, but not as hot as the 2s at the top of my throat, yo
26 Years seems old now, 26 degrees seems cold now
Summer '22, hotter than most, but not as hot as the 2s at the top of my throat, yo
Riding with me, are you riding with me?
Or are you vibing with me? Are you just vibing with me?
Are you lying to me? Don't be lying to me
Aren't you dying to see what I've been dying to be?
Riding with me, are you riding with me?
Or are you vibing with me? Are you just vibing with me?
Are you lying to me? Don't be lying to me
Aren't you dying to see what I've been dying to become? Um
Timeline chopped and screwed, I've been chopped and screwed
Wind's been choppy and brutal, kicking up dust in devilish plumes, loosening heads on screws
I've parented my parents so much that I felt old in my childhood too
I was told I was wise for my age, I should have had space to be childish too
I'm grown now, my community weighs on my dome now
And I felt the pandemic in my bones, shit
Big tone shift, hard to cope with, made me grow quick
That child in my soul's never gone though, still feel that childlike wonder
I looked up and the sky was blue, I couldn't help smiling too
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Samiir Saunders Birmingham, UK
I’m a multimedia poet based in Brum. I am obsessed with communication, compassion, intimacy, and the Internet.
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