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City of Ghosts

by Z the Stranger

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I’m turning shit back on it’s head When I’m rapping ahead Of these bastards. It’s acting they’ve mastered instead Of just practicing action in massive capacities. Rather, they slack then it’s back into bed. I attack. You defend what is whack and pretend. I happen to habit this track and a pen. I have this magic when the bastards consent. I see the message that your lack of it sends. Let's take it back to when I made the wackest blends Of the safest rap catch phrases and pretended That was all I needed to be the best, But now I'm making the beats and I'm taking my freedom. Jest at how my beard is messed Or how my spiel is set To such abrasion. You're not ready to hear it yet, So face it, when CoG is in your CD deck, You could eat it and receive obesity. Check To see if we're in 3D. You and them are flattening So I must be the Z coordinate. I'm on a different plane of existence. You're on the next flight. This record's here to set right The shit I left behind and give you something special, Better than CaPC or whatever else I let fester back then. When you add "The Stranger" to my name, you're catching back swings.
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And in the end, there's only one And it's only begun. I was lonely and hoping for motion to come. He had noticed and known me more over the summer. He showed me where most of the vultures were from. I was molded to roll my eyes when he showed He was only involved for a lowly resolve. As I slowly recall all the bogus and arduous Moments when he was trying only to cum. I awoke. I was done, but I waited it out. I wrote a couple verses and I saved them. I vowed To retain my humanity, wasting my patience 'Cause little did I know that he was weighing me down. Now I'm facing a crowd of about thirty fans. Now you couldn't pry the mic out of my dirty hands. If you try, understand I will fight for this life 'til I'm lighting up stands. Now I'm writing up stanzas, And you're stuck looking for something to suck. Fuck one. Everybody get's a bust. You're crushing nuts into butter. Don't think she doesn't know about it. We gave her a list. Do try to go around it. Astounding. We found like a thousand. You act with a prowess That's actually cowardice. Your lying don't amount to shit. We know you never loved another in your hours in, So now you spend your days scowling, Trying to play the card of someone who is powerless. You never had it in your heart to tone it down a bit So now you've lost everybody in this town, of which Tried to surround you with The lovely sound of bliss. We gave you music and love. You gave us a pound of shit. You think we're mowing it. So now, you're somehow allowed around children. Don't think I don't remember what went down. You're a minor threat. In my eyes, you've been out of step. Just don't try to deny it yet. You might start to believe you weren't fingering bitches. You weren't. They're women, But at the time, a little past your age limit. Remember Bec, in my bed back when our beats weren't ours? You only get it in 'cause you make depression your purple heart. You're like "I'm sad so fuck me." Like it might add to something. Your trite act is crumbling So fight back or just leave. Your mic jack is unhinged And mine's latched in the plug niche. I plight rap in abundance. You're white trash and a punk bitch. Don't try masking your love's fiction with dry threats from your bust lips. So what about him? As you can see, we're all better off without him. I guess that's the price of having good prices. No one would doubt him. Not because he's right, But when money's tight and the drugs are ripe, Then the young kids fly. Gather 'round the Dunkin' Donuts and the trail. At 14 getting drunk and high. He still knows how to manipulate a pretty face Hoping they'll give him some cake. Maybe a nose full of adderall will change her mind about taking her life where the danger resides. I'll tell you I wouldn't tell her if you tell me who the side hoe is. Do you feel responsible that all these children see an idol in Someone who always thought they'd make big, but couldn't write for shit And hangs around a suburb earning nothing in his life but them? Do you see the problem here? You could've been the king pin of this place, but you couldn't come near What it takes to run this sphere. You could've brought people together on The World Around Us. You're solo part of Blunted could've been dope if you'd have found some ounce of anything to put down. At least we did more than Suicidal Souls did. That band, you owned it. I ran our duo, you coasted And then boasted that you wrote shit. Look at me now. I'm posted. City of Ghosts is out. What's your first album? Can't make it without me? Well that sucks. Sounds like some bad luck. Or bad habits from a sad fuck Have resulted in pools of bad blood But with this song out, we can put it past us.
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Multimedia 03:00
Welcome to the multimedia life. We live with freedom. Providing people with pleasures eons over the efforts of evil. Take a step in the steeple. It's like a religion. Salary making above that of a scientist learning nuclear fission. I make the music that motivates the moving Like a mason's muse. People always say we're doing Satan's choosing. No, but Lucifer was once beautiful. Our sound is playing at funerals, Birthdays, during the Crucible. Storytelling. You can't light a fire to the higher hier. I am Michael Myers on the mic. I'm like the rhyme supplier In this world of pied pipers. No matter what it is, if it's art, take it seriously if deserving or there might be fighters. Sensitivity is commonplace. Criticism is welcome, but hatred will plant fists on your face. I got a green thumb for these scums. I'll take each one and show them the struggles that we've overcome. Z the Stranger Making a living of what I do best. On the other side like a duplex. If you haven't yet, fear the ruthless. Visual or auditorial. Memorials are formed by us And for the ones Earning enormous forms of ordinance To make them born again. No one forgets the makers Of beautiful depth and facing A hell when they're dead or hated. Consider it a form of zen. A meditation. If you get to making What you want, to you this song is dedicated. Consider me educated. You just need a strong mind For the arts, find Your talent and make your wrongs right. Every now and then, there’s going to be a fault line, But you can't flourish if you don't keep going at every stop sign. I'll leave your creations in the dust if you want to mock mine. It's the same mental state that would make Tony Stark fly. Learn from the mistakes and seek guidance from all the lost times. I've spent so much time on the mic, I know that I can't not write. All life Has always riddled with potential. Essentially, with the stroke of a pencil Or making a stencil For the next ones, Giving them a reason to be prudential When they're striving to be something special. People are only looking for metals Instead of meddling with the present to make it better. Recognition of others over yourself is stressful And not recommended by your successors. Everything is your own decision So do not condone division Between you and your home. You're living Large if the hope is given. Hold on to the happiness and host your own prohibition. You got to know your limitations before you can break them. So don't start making a statement without knowing what you're saying. Take your title. "Totally traveling through time" Is my new sign. I got to keep it sticking to minds. I work with multimedia, so let this dude rhyme. Will I ever end up drunk on the street? Only when the moon shines. Now I'm not on the radio But I still recognize the radial Resonance of the realest, relaying all of the races run. I'm raising a residential revolution to raze the roughest Rappers who really reason to reap the recent rake of rush That is me. I use the english built for me in history. I mathematisize my lines and make up words to fit the beat. Creating this is science and writing this is the art. I can reverse and contort my rhyming from from finish to start.
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[Z the Stranger] Yes. I'm as stone as a soldier gets When he goes to a colder setting And roams in the frozen excess. Yes. When he's homeless, he's so depressed But in motion. No slowing yet. This is no time to over-stress. If hope is holding a check Due to lowly and broken theft Then it's slowly bestowing death Upon so many lonely men, Women and children. Civil killings of innocent villages So that businesses have privileges While kids remain illiterate. I'm sick of this. If you don't want to take action, Then pay your taxes And make the fakest of corporations laugh. It's a waste of your passion. Like Satan's wrath Coming through to a sadist's path, I aim to last And mitigate what you propagate in Rap. I'm stating facts. If you choose to ignore them, then take a nap. I'll break the face of the asshole Who's syncing rape to a laugh track. It's that act that makes the evil seem right. Now, when we grow up, maybe we'll all see the meaning in life. [Z the Stranger] Do you know about these scars and what they're for? Why these militant bitches are wanting more? They need recruits to spark up the war. Even the last man on Earth will hear a knock on the door. Well, it's a start. Lizzie Borden Inspired murders. Why haven't we shot at the warden? Because we bore him. He wants innocuous coppers watching the populous. Stopping people from wandering Off to a place of honesty. They need the media feeding the people cleavage and leaving the bleeding off the shit. As if we don't deserve to know What the world has condoned. Like they're okay with all the hurting that's shown. Fuck political correctness. If you want to send a message, Let us know the redder seldom tale. Don't send us better ventures. In the end, the whole human race might be crazy, But please baby, civilian or not, we need saving. [Sockmonkey] Wreck the beat effectively. The beast is back indefinitely. Try to step to me and get forgotten like some memories. No pictures please. I don't fuck with paparazzi. I'll explode into a verse and be looking like a kamikaze. I educate in intervals. Overly supportable When I'm finished with my verse, you will think my words are hoardable. It's horrible to even think your words are slightly audible But I'm changing the game every day like an X-Box that was portable. I can't even seem to really think that straight When people tell me making music isn't something really great. I tell them "Man, I ain't making any mistakes. I'll pursue my dream even if all my life it'll take." This isn't for the money. It isn't for the hoes. It isn't for the shoes and it isn't for the clothes. I'm just trying to live my life without any of the woes. I'll just keep writing this book until the final chapter's closed. Simply speaking, I'm at the edge of the ledge. Stepping towards death with every breath. Before my time's up I'll be the best of the best. I'm not cocky, it's just that I won't settle for less. I'd rather die than live in the shadows of this earth. Making it this far has been a battle since my birth. I'll take a deep breath then attack with a verse. Turn around with the nerve just to ask if it hurts. I'm not a bad person. Just a product of my environment. In hindsight, I guess rapidly can be my Vicodin. When the pain comes, I just grab up a pen and write. Get it all off my chest before I end this night. I'm indecisive to whether I should just invite Jesus into my life to see if he can just ignite Something inside me worth the purpose that could signify Any and everything that's ever ever been in my life.
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[Z the Stranger] I'm speeding in the left lane. When I collide into the fence of a fancy estate, I keep glass from the windshield from severing my organs with a shitty chestplate made of a best mate's Support to be the death sentence of a copy n paste Artist wishing to get in on the bread bake. Knowing the room is hotter than they can take. Let's make the assumption they were in it for the music rather than a sex break. Then take the events that follow them and leave them looking like their in a dead state. Is it really a coincidence they rap about the excess like it's in their pen's ink? Let's think. I bet they expect to inspect breasts and inject dread if they said they did Already in a track about the fifty stacks that were printed back In a mini shack out in Trinidad. Take your shitty raps and put them in a sack. Man, the filth is back to syringe your crap like it's dizzy snatch making the omies mad. Even I don't have the magic Bowie had, But I act as if I did on all these tracks. The man was a legend for standing out. Musically and fashionably, he aired it out. Most of the others were too bland to care about. It seems so similar to what you're making now. What makes you deserve a seat at the table now? Is it the the actions that you seem to rave about? Is that the reason you deserve the steak and trout We make without having to shell the basics out? [TeeJay Small] Contrarian, Barbarian, Bars really hit, Our targets flailing and scarred, Hard like a Targaryen. Paul Bearers are witnesses to our damages. Tarred canvases, and SARS carrying, and scar tearing hits, and far advanced with tech, with all these hands to catch like Jason Varitek. In a chamber with, SARS searing in, Agent orange piercing skin, horror appears again. It's an awful sense of fear you have, and there you have it, All year again. Our experiences haven't been so cheery yet this year I guess, On the contrary it's a quick decent to wits at end as this demented experiment begins. Assistant can you hand me this elixir and the scissors and the Mr. Whiskers Teddy bear again? He can squeeze it while he's screaming and he's bleeding, and he's seizing, during this cesarean, section excavation session in the basement, wait a second, what's in here again? Let's take intestines and replace them with a snake and taper off the end and tape the gaping scrapes together, There it is. Start standing, get. Bitch I said to stand again. Oh, he's panicking. Shit, he fucking died. Yet another failed attempt. Toss him on the pile where the other failures sit. God damn it, shit. What a waste of skin. Now I need a new subject again. Who do you recommend? I'd be remiss if not to recompense. Yeah, send him in.
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Xerox 02:03
"Take it or leave it." I say as I rock a show like a Roc-a-Fella member. I planned it all on blue paper. A renegade of a trend setter. Your best better be blessed with a recipe of the best beats And lyrics to test me. Otherwise I'm heading to the next level. Step up, step up. You're staying put on the ladder. I'm rapidly Elevating to Heaven's gates. Tell Kevin Gates to quit rapping. He's a bit Tempermental 'bout his image. I don't think y'all are different. You're wishing You can hit it quick with simple synonyms about your dick. Bitch, it's fiction. Witness a visionary considering diction to deliver a message. Frivolous effort. My time is kept in fifty forever. Nine-to-five forces. Put five work men in a fort. Knives forge eye sores. Eye patch over the soul of a soldier. A true working class hero. Everyone's covering each other. Copying, copying, copying 'til there ain't no more rations in the bunker. I'm wondering what it is sucking money from under the stomachs of the hungry. Maybe the lust of seeing the luster of another motherfucking sunrise.
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Square 11:57
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I own the local rap game. You own a pharmacy. Don't think you’re hard if you can't voyage past this odyssey. And all I know is that I think it's such an oddity That you're the one we got when we were flexing foreign policies. I never freestyle, but writing lyrics ain't that hard for me. I wrote this out to you so I could articulate it properly. We come from different places, we don't share the same philosophies. I work for play, you play for work. I take what the music offers me. I'm... I'm sitting in a dark room but the lights are on. You're stricken with a harpoon when I write these songs. My mind is ripe with these lines you call Some righteous reich. You're not right nor wrong. My life is like a thrill ride with all These priceless fights and insight you want In spades. You want to take a gaze at my insane brain that I vacate just to stay safe? I'm falling for a fake in a great dame's cape. Want to take a taste? Be my playmate? You say I'm too deep? What? Are my lyrics too intricate? Rhythm shifts every minute if that, But quicker is more consistent. I have a point to make. You have a joint to take A poised mistake with. Your toys are basic. Rocking only with some youtube-made shit. Get yourself a producer credit. Admittedly, I did it too, but now my melodies and my rhythms are vetted inside the melancholic entrance of my room and cere- Bellum And even prior still, I knew how to send an MC back where they came from with my game, son! I'm constantly rocking the spot of a boss. You're probably lost on a company's cock. You want to be marketed off like a hog To a farmer and not to push art 'til it stops It's evolving. Commenting topics you offer Is so often done it's not worth it to call it. This is for all who say local is awful. We're here to push limits. You're stuck on some lost shit. You don't know half the things we plan to do With the projects we put out. We're a xanadu. You're a spectator wishing you could channel through To us and bring us down, but you can't handle you. You're the one stopping yourself from advancing. Open your mind to the sound and keep dancing. If you keep waiting you'll run out of chances To support your friends and be left in the sand drift. Maybe this high would be better if I wasn't sober. I'll take lucky clover and try to get some fucking closure. What I like is something older, but I'm not just a one piece boulder. I have my mask of happiness but don't think my cup runneth over. So it's nothing most would worry about, but my shit's a wreck. I call to you, but I can't say it all in a 15 minute set. Is this vintage yet? I'm bringing shit to the river's edge. Stop before I slit your neck. Everybody hit the deck!
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Pretty Baby 03:17
Welcome to Vegas, baby. I hear that you came to save me. I'm taking a back seat to the crack, weed, and the basic hazing. A dominatrix, but her situation's complicated. She's awfully faded. All she's missing is a cock to mate with. I write these songs and make them Strong enough to dominate. I tolerate it in the game But in the bed, girl, I'm your slave. I have a lot to say. I'm willing to put it on a page For a lot of the day, But just for now, why don't we have it all your way. So, what'll you have me do? I know it's a gamble, But I'm a man who's wanting a sample Of your trampling. I can handle it. I'm a sex pet. It's your best bet. If you said flex, I'ma bench-press. I'm here to take your directions And to explain it I'm writing an anthem. Go ahead. Take a bite out of the phantom. I say I'm obedient, But I'm a rap boy and a bad toy. Punishment is imminent as we begin. I will never take. I'm happy to give. Even then, I will always be free to live. Mommy's got me taking it upon me. Subbing like Yo-Landi. The pleasure's immediate. I never successfully attempt to comprehend her splendor. My retinas are stemmed on her effervescence. I tend to Stop and stare. I stay longer there than I'd want to share. I am an open seat. I just figured I'd offer a chair. I leave myself awfully bare for you. I'll open up my chest and give you my blood, show I'm there for you. This torture is comforting but it's scary to think That our connection's been embedded just from us sharing a wink And now we're both in sync.
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[Karath Delphi] Good evening. I'm with the department. Let's start with the part when you said they departed. I can tell you're smart. Can you remember who was there? This young girl is missing. Probably scared. I need features to match to this capture. Maybe find what she was after. Advanced in age, you say? Hair curled, possibly gray? I know the light wasn't perfect. Just try to recall. After all this may be the only lead that we can follow. I'm sorry if I seem uncaring and hollow. It's my third case tonight. They just get easier to swallow, but please if you could continue. I know it's hard and memory can be fickle, But still, she was laughing? Is that what you saw? Keep going. Correct me as I draw, fill in the blanks, Try to grasp the collapses. These situations tend to be very traumatic. Just fight through the static. [Z the Stranger] Oh, there was something tragic happening upon that mattress. The hag was asking me for vaseline from inside the cabinet Just like a counselor like you, right? [Karath Delphi] No I'm not a counselor. I just need to draw a sketch. I'm sorry for the pressure. I promise after, you can rest. She was old. Yes I got that. You don't have to repeat it. I just need a little more detail to flesh out these features. I hope you know you were the closest to the scene of the crime So I need you to relax and take a photo from your mind. You can go home as soon as I have an illustration And the detective asked for an alibi explanation. No I don't suspect you had something to do with it. We have to just cover our bases. This is business as usual. [Z the Stranger] Don't take this lightly. She knows we're on to her and she's on top Of the situation. She says I'm dead if she ever got caught. She tried to plead for me at knife point to join her onslaught. I refused at first but then she told me it was not hard For her to find the ones I loved and put them in a crock pot. I doubted her, so she found my girl and made her dissolve. Watch How she twitches if you find her. She seems addicted to rock. Cops Have been on her tail forever now, but I know she will not stop now! [Z the Stranger] Did I tell you that she's aged for ages? Her hair's the color of every Star Wars spaceship? If I continue to say shit, she'll be famous in the papers And she'll know I ratted her out to save myself. Now I blame myself for the fate I've been held to when this plays out. I'll tell you what I know 'cause I'm wasted now. The touch of her flesh was like tainted ground. She held up her chest like a fainted flower. My tongue on her breast. Oh, it tasted foul. That's what she forced me to do when I tried to resist. I was stuck on a leash that was tied to my wrists. Suicide or assist. Those were my only options And I wasn't about to die to that lost witch. I'm thinking that would be the best description. Short fuse, probably having a red conniption Now that I'm somewhere out her patrol. I can only imagine that what hurt the most To all the families of the people she had turned to ghosts Was finding out her accomplice was so unnervingly close. Listen! I only did it 'cause I was first to go. There are many others she trained. She's coerced her foes To be her mules and dogs and slaves. Hurts to know That even your friends are probably under her control. It got personal when my girl was posted In the amber alerts 'cause she worked for those Who had wanted her captured and burned to toast. If I say it now, she'll be the first to know. She's the officer who took me here from my home. Is she near, or are we alone? I bet she's behind the mirror. Go after her! No! [Z the Stranger] Now I'm stuck behind these prison walls. She stares me down from the bench she's sitting on. She shares the cell and thinks to make me crawl. Old Lady Paradise was looking sick but now she's taking off.
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Die 04:14
We can laugh it off after we have our talks and conversations. Maybe I'm just impatient with all this waiting. I hate that I'm afraid of what could happen off of the stage Yet I know it's not a play and you have no desire to change. At least, you say that. I can see exactly who's wanting to take back Your insane passion to make action from a shamed past so they laugh when you stay fashioned in fate's grasp. This five hundred forty eight gap Is tearing at my inhibition. It feels like the way to fix this is I may have to (Die.) I didn't mean that. I'm sorry. I just...shit. See, I can't be with you often. I feel I need to be cautious. When we meet, I'll lay off this And be back to acting happy while I'm beating my mom's kid. Emotions eating the carcass Of me and people I've lost As if I'm even a loss. That bandwidth frequency calls me. This can't be free. What's the cost? I've hit 18 and the laws That give me meaning on this rock Have started creeping upon me. I'm no longer in a spot to be wanting your constant company. I have to stop longing for love and parting with the adult in me. It's all too common for adultery to strut the scene like a destructive queen. Your promises are comforting, but what's missing? It's just in me. These thoughts are unconfirmed, but unreleased. It's not only this that has got me on my knees. I don't know what I fucking mean. Everything that I'd once achieved Means nothing now or fucking leaves. I've never been one to please for all to see. Just leave me be so I can... (Die.) Brick by brick I built each wall Within this place. Now I'll rip it all To shreds and stay within the box That's left. Nobody can pick this lock!
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released December 4, 2017

Z the Stranger
(Vocals, Production, Artwork)

Rina DiNino
(Providing the first lead melody to build upon for "Unkown @ Port 9")

Jim Irwin
(Feature vocals on "Knighting Sir Gumol")

Anya Arcuri
(Sampled vocals on "Knighting Sir Gumol")

Nathan Calcagno
(Sampled vocals on "Knighting Sir Gumol")

Thy Koosk
(Sampled vocals on "Knighting Sir Gumol")

TeeJay Small
(Feature vocals)

Tori Drahos
(Intro vocals on "Square")

Andrew Hopkinson
(Feature vocals on "When? Where? Why?")

Crystal Arena
(Sampled vocals on "Die")

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