Incident at Noble Corp.

Verse 1:

Stalled the engine in the basement, hail non-conformism, it all changed when extreme techniques became my language of speech, it's hard to forget her,
As I set the timer, mistake this not to be a tale of personal vendetta, 
Grab my coat; embark through vile methods, to show homage, I pocket the remote,
Its "on" now, parked a foot from the supporting beam which breathes life into this machine,
Sickened by programs written, for the brain through pipes connected to the chairs, where they be sitting, robots, but what's happening underneath they know not,
With half a ton of explosives, at 11 o' clock pm I walk, liberated from slavery,
Developed, as they claim to be, they replaced chains with paychecks and a life, Falsely promoted in untainted minds as the only means to live in a world they created,
I get to security, though given away by perspiration in winter, I make up by producing identification, one step closer, top floor, executive chamber,
Let's see about building a mall motherf***ers after rubble and vapor, 

Chorus:
To the end of space...in beams of light, I fly,
When I gaze back,
You just feel the same like the rest of my day,
It's a flash of plastic...It's a flash of plastic...It's a flash of plastic,
While I'm swimming in the skies, metal's scraping down the side,
From behind glass walls, they're watching me

Verse 2:

I get past the elevator, there's no escape, what can you chase when my remote obliterates the ground that you hold, sick of this sinister occupation,
10 years and a degree later, I majored in a corporate malady which is the reason why this girl don't breathe, I jump inside, hands shaking, failing to be stealthy,
I'm taking y'all with me deep to the filthy dirt so as to remind you of murder,
In front of that, what's the value of profits and mergers? 
I press 24, look at my watch, 7 minutes to detonation, my nervous system is in a frenzy, even though the building is almost empty, let me
Fall with the rest, for who escapes the wages of sin, to the coldest of places, I remember when I first gave her the notice,
An agent for real estate development, I understand you're financially insecure but Noble Corp. procured your plot of land, these are government orders,
You must vacate, in a month, here's an insufficient amount to placate the situation, with best regards, a multinational organization.
I lose my thoughts at floor 15, cause in walks a worker bee, I tell her,
Go home! Forces unknown, possess you for which they shall be blown...
She thinks I'm crazy, probably the right discernment, but I'm setting you free by giving these executives what they deserve, 
Curse those who reduce your existence to perquisites and promotions!
The veil makes you devote your time to superiors who decide when you take vacations?
I ask her, she starts screaming, breathing heavily, I jam the lift at 20, grab her before she bolts and tell her...
"Spread the word to all present, to leave the premises if their life is something they cherish."

Chorus

Verse 3:

4 minutes to annihilation, she darts out hysterical; I must hurry to the tallests before the death vehicle,
Claustrophobic, in this lift alone, I'm sorry, an accomplice of suicide enters finally,
The office of the king pins, I hear panic below, the secretary tells me
"They're in a conference conspiring again..."
Outside, I hear police sirens, I charge in, slam the door open, most of 'em get startled 
"Who are you?"
"Sir I'm just a subordinate, who has happened to send your fiscal growth plummeting through vertical coordinates."
They are baffled, looking humiliated in front of their investors, a poor girl strangled her self for the sake of your f***in' shopping center,
"How can you fire me?" I retort when the universe banished us all, 
When power is wielded for what you earn, forgetting social concerns, 
Burning in rage, security bursts in and grabs me...shouting "It's gonna blow!"
10 seconds to history made defying the order erected, those elected failed to protect us from the corporate hand that had them selected.
I see fear, they tremble becoming human after years of feasting with devil, let the dust settle.
Close your eyelids and wait for the silence.,.

Slow Motion & Playin' the blame game (Eastside Style)

Slow Motion (verse 1)

Slow motion, will words stand the test of erosion,
Wisdom precludes mental invasion, fuck talents,
His account balance got him a standing ovation,
You think you got freedom down the road,
Wait till they get your source code, manufacture a servile clone,
To take your place and send assassins through your door,
The 9 to 5 salary ain't a viable strategy, to be immune to mental destruction,
Freedom is my instinct, not an insecure assumption,
I sniff a fat line to consumption,
Now I'm energized, to sustain global supply and help synthetic junk,
Get transported to the other side, I watch fully aware as poverty screams,
Stop polluting my property! I say "You got to work or study"
To which he replies "If everybody is flying, who's going to lift your cargo buddy?"
I don't need no education to polish your shoes, the world you gave me made me a fool,
Here's an answer, you need a key, I need to pick a lock, and kill the bouncer,
Fuck lifting bricks, I snatch chains, pierce veins and blast structures,
The neighborhood taught me better than to get involved with litigation,
I switched directions for starvation is the result of oppression,
Not resource limitations, so I remain faceless, while you get lost in interfaces,
Well who is innocent? The world is full of ill raiders, villains, pirates,
Stable programs and rogue viruses living in dormancy,
With confused memories of dead faith and false promises,
Can the hands of the oblivious grasp what knowledge gives,
You have to switch your stream, and search beyond an engine on a white screen,
I switch to high beam, in the tunnel, and leave the opposition disgruntled,
Let stale thoughts crumble,
The chair-monger's dribble can't stifle the rise of the millennium child,
Preying on the urban jungle

Playin' the blame game (verse 2)

I play the blame game, I flew straight, with the mainstream,
I ain't clean, my pipe dreams, just might seem, to defy themes,
Of progress, but I'm restless, my headrest is that smooth purple,
So now I spend my time, profiting off the circle as I hurtle,
To middle class stability, hooked to brazilian aquatic centipedes,
These melodies are the answer, to escape the social standard,
I'm 24 and never made a decision I can call my own,
Went to college- Got a Masters- Now I'm working- For that paper,
Dedicated my mind and time to sever my ties with what I wanted most,
Got a house, and a car, a smart phone and lot of expensive clothes,
Success lies not in the eyes of the beholder, they never told me,
20 years of education left a worker feeling lonely,
But the ganja makes all my days sunny, think outside the box?
Why you in a box at all dummy, but my vision is blurry,
I did the math, the path of music seems too risky, what if I lose it all,
Let's remain shifty, Go the same route, Get a bigger house,
Another car and a leather couch,
Travel the world of gravel and glass and maybe save some cash,
Make music to pander to my friends, to prove I don't completely blend,
With the social jerker, profiting off the circle,
Cease the mental eruption,
I was an infidel but I chose to malfunction

M vs. M

Verse 1:
Through minds I propagate, rest where waves of thought break,
When the gods spoke through harmony,
Truth is what I provoke, sink where money floats,
My reason rediscovered through generations, sometimes sedated,
When injected with personal gain, I sound strange,
Impressions are no longer deep, because I fail to teach,
My clarity of life, abused by sales and formula,
Clearly, I seek order through chaos theory,
The daylight star that powders through your note,
My association with your mind shines brightest when it's powered by nothing,
Actually, I help you plummet without gravity, uncovering human fallacies,
I evolve when they crawl, and they lose when I fall,
As the universe disperses, I converge into a force,
Invisible hydraulics, close my fist to hold the subatomic,
While painting life graphic, I expose movie reels, being played in front of plastic veils,
Been said to sing to the ones who have no voice left and touch those who go deaf,
Through experiment I am conceived, through he I bleed, without whom,
You can hope to dig deeper,
Through exploration experience elevation to the heart of fusion,
Gods and fools equally dance to my rhythm, I give in, only to what you call silence,
Really most lack taste for my confused state,
It's purest form, adds a fifth dimension of space,
When tainted, by default I cease to exist and take heed for my mood changes with bliss,
And my presence violates the time on your wrist,

Verse 2:
I hail from the laws of numbers, wake your greed in slumber,
My value is vital in today's world, for I am a requisite for survival,
Been known by different names, but I still fill the slot that represents a medium of exchange,
My absence gives rise to basic, in excess I clip the wings of angels, offer reality to the poor,
At the core of which lies an illusion of the rich,
My weakness is, I don't speak of moderation,
The poisoned apple, thrown by the forces unknown, lying at the heart of any crime without emotion,
The watermark takes me paper to banshee, as an engine to chassis,
Through time I have evolved, teach seeds to bleed for my crown,
A necessity by your very nature, I throw salt at melodies,
While books speak of entropy, I prove it as a daily habit,
Gods blessing to the destitute, though reputed to call progress my brainchild,
It's a farce, don't ever believe your world spun around a star,
The ignoble made my absence vacuum and created me to sell what was always yours back to you,
Watch as a I quietly alienate a social being from society,
But in another sense, how can I be evil?
When my conception was to give decency to natural selection,
Maybe prophetic to possess, but with greed I become carcinogenic,
In this era, hail me the greatest dictator,
And my power shall give you shallow reasons for what you believe in,
Feed your hunger child, but remember I reduce your life to numbers,
The shadow creepers have learnt to control me by keeping you ignorant,
I've been a bitch to the corrupted,
A ticket the worker,
A myth to the neglected,
And a weapon for takeover,
I hang superman by his own cape and move under tables when I escape.

Memoreel

Verse 1
I minimize my blunders as I wander with the contra-
band, this music I created for my fan,
I feel the viral rhythms spiral you into a trance,
Now listen, for I speak the essence of inscriptions,
Passing the mind of wisdom, preaching psycho-nutrition,
Divisions, is all I see, my LED got definition,
But the quality remains the same, so tell me what's our mission,
I got mutated strains, the genotype's spectacular,
My imagination took me farther than the flights of Gattaca,
Music grabs me tight, like that rock that held Excalibur,
By filtering out the wicked, I'm preventing mind extraction,
If there is no traction in your self esteem I say your slippin'
BPO will keep you happy, must I say your trippin'

Verse 2
Spatial fabric, integrates your psyche with tai chi tu dynamics,
Distract your inner calling and watch your fourth dimension lapsing,
If evolution is your excuse for domination,
You dreary mother fucker stop theorizing why you're hating,
Fuck an inner circle cause the universe is infinite,
Ambitions got you, forgetting yourself , you shouldn't be chasing it,
That's what invasion is, recognize it by the number,
Grade, level, section, order, quacks and pseudo scholars,
If you can look beyond it all than holler,

Hook
Stressed when I wake up seems exactly like the film goes,
Stressed when I wake up, stress stressed when I wake up,
Stressed when I wake up, seems exactly like the film goes,
Stressed when I wake, Stress- Stressed when I wake up,
Stressed when I wake up, stress- stressed when I wake up,

Verse 3
I'm plucking strings, on a binge, I want to stray another way, 
Cause you just won't, let me roll, build them walls, to break my force,
Security posts and fences, papers, business cards and trenches,
I'm unique, I'm documented, must I speak in euphemisms,
I must learn my environment, then I turn, I forget,
I observe, but my actions are events to my events,
So I tell them what I can, but there's only so much to understand,
So I brag, I achieve, my only use of the clever streak,
Is to build and to keep, what I can so they teach,
All the kids who want to listen, my legend,
It's a myth and greed is as strong as pain, 
So they love you for what you did,
It's a mission, it's a plan, so they chase and they conquer,
They appease and they please, their only use of that clever streak

Freedom for all results in chaos, under governing laws,
Your perception inherits a loss in information transfer,
Through transduction, time is but an interruption,
Between consecutive states of peace,
When disturbance results in thought,
Is it intentional and does it matter

Verse 4
Life ain't mellow, ain't no shadows created by the darkness,
Feinds cooking bubonic in ghetto apartments,
Needles and fire, destroying our minds,
Now who's responsible for arson,
Martians, living amongst us? Visualizing reality outside the spectrum,
Never came under inspection, Low profile,
Cannot be wiped out with nuclear tip projectiles,
Missing from the folder of X-files, the invisible,
Coming down from generations as mythical,
Watching, closely observing, bureaucrats to merchants,
Armies swelling at your shores like the Persians,
Influence is colossal, can't tackle their arsenal when the ammunition is psychological,
Piercing through neurons, like gamma particles, it's pretty basic,
People transported using Telecom as slave ships,
To work on the fertile pastures of multinational cubicles,
So they can't experience what's outside cause it's beautiful,
Education preaches knowledge of the ignorant,
Implicit worship of money becomes the consequence of diligence,
To a system that tries to break your confidence,
Conform so your mind drifts slower than the continents,
Tectonic shifts take place in the realm of chronic,
Welcome to the Truman show, plus you're living illusions,
Bombard your brain with distractions, it's a fusion reaction,
And then energy flows, to fuel the structure,
A vicious circle, only way to break it,
Is a deep understanding or a devotion to hatred

We need your support

Hello,

I am Mr. Anon Imus, a member of the elite and unofficial board presiding over the burgeoning tablet and cell phone platform development program. For some years now, my colleagues and I have viewed the phenomenal growth in the post PC era with tapping fingers and evil laughs. The numbers look promising. The urban population is moving towards smart phones and tablets as a new medium for work, communication and mobile entertainment. The board is confident that within twenty years, the PC will be limited to niche markets like manufacturing and grocery stores while most employees and students will rely entirely on mobile electronics. What is most wonderful about the post PC era is that it gave us about fifteen years to learn what not to do and what should be done in the nascent stages of a new consumer industry. Today there are a handful of companies dominating the cell phone and tablet market. In a few years there will be many more. But it is important for all the new players to remember, that the elite and unofficial board has an agenda and it is crucial… to the sustainable development of their companies, that they do not… fuck with us.

Obviously I am talking about the internet and the awful truth that no one really controls it. This has always been unacceptable to the board. For we like to control everything and twenty five years after the birth of the internet, there are now millions of servers spread across the globe, which are owned by thousands of small, medium and large companies, and they house the internet and the internet is... an encapsulation of human society operating on a digital interface. But the material world has regulations, and government and monopolies and prisons whereas the internet is free and open to all. The browser allows the user to shop for diapers on one window while checking out some hot interracial pornography on another window. A horrid place where you can purchase fission material and automatic weapons and communicate with terrorists and…communicate for free, and search for information for free, learn for free, socialize and broadcast for FREE! It is too free and yes, the industry relies on advertisements and lots of money is being made… lots and lots of money and it is... difficult to type while tapping fingers but the point is, lots more can be made, not on the whole but by us!… and the reason we aren’t making enough money is because there are too many people involved; too many companies, too many websites. There is clearly an unfair distribution of wealth and power on the internet, it is even, there is no bias and that is exactly what we offer at the anonymous elite unofficial secret board, a bias. A bias for you, for your products and your security.  

In the post PC era, the internet does not revolve around pesky websites, it revolves around applications and we control all the applications released on any smart phone or tablet. Nobody can release applications onto the mobile platform without the board’s approval so nothing exists on your phone that we don’t fucking like. And that’s exactly what we want your mobile experience to be about. To be engrossed in a digital world where we know, there is a company out there which has a better mapping service than Google but we won’t offer this service to you. We don’t offer applications, we offer a bias and so the only option this little company has, is to sell its mapping service to Google.  It is perfect and as your life sinks deeper into the world of mobile applications, so does our control over what you can use and how much you pay. In twenty years, we hope to have full control over the mobile web industry, finally ending the even distribution of power and wealth and internet freedom which have ravaged our swollen bank accounts for so long. History supports our cause, look at all the fine examples of power concentration; the kingdoms and empires and dictatorships, see how long they lasted and how happy their people were.

You don’t want to live in a world where anyone can upload an application for all users, where you can create software and release it without going through an approval process…that would be wrong and you will go to hell, so support us and you could be just like the ninety-eight floors of high carbon steel and glass that…also support us.   

With best regards

A. Imus

Vegas- December 28th, 2010

A destination for all tourists, gamblers, delinquents and people just wanting to party. We all come to Vegas to have a good time, to be immersed in the sharp lights of grand casinos, to win some money, drink good alcohol and eventually throw up a memorable story. We all leave with a story to tell, and the  Vegas experience is explosive as it is strange. Here, money is won and spent to the extent that it bares little value within the borders of Sin City. It is a dream world for the first timer, allowing regulars and passers to slip into fantastic environments, forcing them to leave behind their code of social ethics, their prejudice and any level of conscience they brought to the table. Vegas is a sink, a giant flashing funnel consuming vast amounts of money and energy, which arrive from barren dessert and flow into Blackjack tables and LEDs... somewhere along the way, there is you and me, feeling the rush of resources being flushed through us mercilessly so we can say that we were here and we loved it. The Vegas dream is lightyears away from our reality, separating itself from a cold world where money and energy have value, where millions starve, fight and die from being deprived of basic necessities, the people of Vegas have long forgotten.

It is a well crafted dream, floating above quicksands that appear benign in their stillness, and we all hear the craziest stories from friends who ventured too far inside, got too absorbed in the dream world. I got here yesterday morning, and I am looking forward to charging head first into the extreme. I want all the shocking memories I can grab, the city, the legend, the entertainment and when the sun disappears, the stars don't bother to shine over Vegas. I am beginning to understand why this city gets to all of us. It is  fantastic, over the top, the eccentric people, photos of half naked hookers strewn across the streets where all kinds of artists and clowns perform. Every inch of the strip is modeled to perfection. I have seen all these great casinos in films and TV shows but the city is more than just a tourist destination or a hub for gamblers and entertainers. It is a symbol of wealth, of arrogant  recreation, an outcast city, wild and lewd. The quicksand below the glass and concrete lures us with cheap rooms in fancy hotels, good alcohol which always costs less than it normally would. That is the key, to stay long and party hard because the city makes its profits from gambling. A lady sitting at a slot machine just as my friends and I were waiting at the reception, she put in fifty dollars and watched it round after round, grow to over six hundred but she did not stop, as if the slot machine was pointing a gun at her in frustration, cursing at evil probability with a closed fist. She kept playing and playing and by the time our room was ready, almost an hour later, she had lost it all. Now I am not saying all the gamblers in Vegas can't quit at the top but the splendor of Vegas proves without a doubt that most don't.

There is more power concentrated here, in a few square miles, than in some countries... which begs me to ask; will the concentration of power or the immense wealth of a country inevitably spawn a place such as this? Would it be different if suppose...this wealth was concentrated else where? I sit in my hotel room balcony, drinking a pitcher of beer and smoking a cigarette as I write this. The strip lays right ahead and I am above it all, the sparkling lights, the people, the noise, the fantasy shines like an artificial diamond lost in this cold barren dessert. I am a part of this dream and I am taking it the whole way. I do not know whether I want this place to exist or not. I wish it was not this way, I wish I could live the dream like everyone else here but mine remains impure, as my sad conscience separates me from this beautiful city.

Progress?

History unravels itself in mysterious ways, who can explain the arbitrary events of our collective past which brought us to this point. Scholars and futurists forecast the next hundred years for businesses and governments while the universal algorithm eludes are attempts to discover its formula. If there were to be a complex sequence of historical variables such as this, wrapped neatly into an elegant equation, allowing us to decipher what is yet to come, we may find ourselves, scratching our frowning foreheads yet again, questioning the legitimacy of such ridiculous oracles, unable to understand how the perfectly aligned dots of the past go so disarray a few years down the line. The truth may be that there is no universal algorithm revealing the future in any exact form and the dots do connect perfectly so long as we remain ahead of them.

And when we venture past the last dot, we find our common future, branching out in absurd tangents. Can we as people place our faith in any one of these branches? What difference does it really make when there is no one watching our actions in the hour glass? Are we sure of our underlying intentions, when there is no grand purpose pushing us forward? I can awake any morning knowing that my predicament bares some relation to past ideas and motivations. I can…connect the dots in my life, understand how simple experiments in my youth morphed into monstrous habits and wonder if I... am the product of repetition or stimulation. The dots are aligned and yet, I am a stranger to my former self and there is no explanation to why entire years of teenage happiness lie rusting in the annals of my memory while short lived frustrations etch deeper into character. I do not know which part of my history pushes me forward and as time flows, I can only assume that I am replaced with a better version of myself. I can only assume that society is wiser and more sensible today than it was fifty years ago but theories are propounded in the fields of religion, social science and evolution, offering precise explanations for the progression of the dots and it all makes so much sense. Of course there would be computers and countries and democracy and nuclear bombs and the subconscious need to advance our own race. But twenty-thousand slaves built the pyramids and after three millennia…millions are employed in construction sites at minimum wage, half the world is oppressed and hungry and war is still an effective means to advancement, so at least we know for sure that some things DON’T change.   

Our collective problems travel with us, they remind me of certain qualities about myself, I wish to leave behind, introduce Aditya 2.0, new and improved with all the bugs fixed but it doesn’t work for the most part, with me and with everyone else so I can be sure that if society today has not learnt from its history, we should refrain from using the word 'progress’ and the reason is, it is only our nature that remains fairly consistent in an otherwise chaotic chain of events; events which brought us the internet but not flying cars and neither the futurist nor the 50’s science fiction writer could have seen it coming this way.

Future world exists in thoughts and ideas. We all wish to find ourselves inside it, healthy and happy but the problem is; no matter what happens, the dots always line up, making retrospection pointless. But few traits of Future World can be labeled as progress and often times we use the word indifferently to refer to any forward succession of events. It is important to remember that when the meaning of progress is forgotten, so are our motivations to achieve it. Maybe politically correct language isn’t progress if the illness it sugar coats, still prevails. Maybe towns where you can smoke indoors in public places aren’t backwards and maybe eating with your hands is more socially advanced than introducing silverware to a sensual body and its source of energy. We are trendy, not progressive, one of them follows a cycle, and the other does not…so choose your path but know that when you find yourself in a situation, where you have a decent idea of what is to come; it is only because you have been there before...history repeated itself and it will continue to do so, so long as you are content with being a part of the trend.