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The second project from TMM - "Big Words"

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released 10 January 2013
Production from : Barry Krishna / G.I. / Moschops / The 13the Tribe

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tags: hip-hop/rap irish contemporary irish hiphop anarcho punk anarcho-punk dublin hiphop. irishhiphop dublin rap hiphop irish rap poetry rap Dublin

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Track Name: There's Only 1 You
There's Only One You
(07th / 11th / 2010)

By Elayne Harrington

" Temper-Mental MissElayneous " ( T.M.M. )


Verse 1

This romantic, mind expansive beat evokes a time I was alive, replicate my hearts rhythm, simulate it's drive.
Dancing with the Devil for my soul to thrive, overcoming difficulties in life to survive.
Hindsight's a gift, but the present I do endure. My mind might drift, but my heart stays pure.
The heart grows fonder as time dissipates.
Back then, all that was capable was anticipating hate.
Cut me a break, a mantra unfamiliar to me, despite doubt, dish out a deal which sliced right through the unconventional, conniving, caustic, conjured convictions.
If only rhyming had took precedence above other addictions, I'd savour this moment, instead of grieving the last, lost.
Might favour fast enthronement versus povertys' vast cost.
Came to believe troublesome worrisome trouble and worry, would galvanize me to seek help in a slow hurry.

-Chrous-

Open it up, let it loose, what's trapped and hidden.
The heartbeat of our city is an unrelenting rhythm,
that's how, through hardship, we all combine.
By rhythmic speech, identify our shared decline.

Open it up, let it loose, what's trapped and hidden.
The heartbeat of our city is an unrelenting rhythm,
that's how, through hardship, we all combine.
By rhythmic speech, identify our shared decline.


Verse 2

Sold out in a way, chose to knit rather than fray, crass clean-cut edge, not rough or rugged instead.
We gamble with life and death, receive a raw uncut deal, we scramble through strife and yet, deceived, we feign what we feel.
Forgery and falseness of who we truly are. What societal stigmatic deception does brutally marr. Bought, and hypnotised so that blindly we view, a sort of solace and reverence, not in the things that we do, but residing in the things we own and all that we've adapted to.
Via civil obedience and distractions we're attracted to.
Not one of us is broken, but told we need repair, feeling like we're defected is the biggest burden we bear. The solution is to share the load and hit hard as one.Segregation and differences disintegrate to none.


-Chorus-

Open it, open it, open it, open it, open it, open it up, what's trapped and hidden . . .
Track Name: Sugar-Lump
Sugar-Lump
By Temper-Mental MissElayneous (Elayne Harrington)


Habituated to doubt every single one of our pure contemplations.
Theology putting us novices up against heavyweight theological deviations - pros.
The all seeing eye preemts how deep that it goes.
State control and surveillance fluctuate, depending on how much the individual knows, scary, isn't
-Well, that's the intention - be subordinate to fear.
Conform to their farcical regulations, concealed by a socio-political veneer.
Exercise resistance to deflect psychological control.
Fatalism is the inevitable outcome of a weak-willed moral, mortal role.
Indoctrination disguised as friendly medicinal concoctions.
The tongue perceives good food as bad because it's accustomed to toxins.
Cure your ailments temporarily.
Prolong your suffering infinitely.
Genetically, cellularly filled with self-loathing to kill off your human divinity.


Spoonful of sugar makes the medicine - worth it!
Spoonful of sugar makes the medicine - worth it!
Spoonful of sugar makes the medicine - worth it! Spoonful of sugar ? - Is it worth it?

Hitting you from every angle, upon breathing - inhaling vapourised potion. Natural response to environmental stimuli. Self-diagnosed without a notion.
Extreme cases of experimentation. Physical disabling, mental illness is a tool.
Schizotypal, psychotic, hereditary, borderline disorder, defected gene pool.
Revert.
Comfort seek in the bosom that expands and contracts with noxious gas - and you thought the air was free? - Things are invisible to our limited visibility.
The organic truth is restricted. The new nature is matricide, Shakti. Illuminati. Identify God with the universal consciousness - wholesome and true.
Apparently people survive birth, but the majority die in cosmical utero.

Spoonful of sugar makes the medicine - worth it! Spoonful of sugar makes the medicine - worth it! Spoonful of sugar makes the medicine - worth it! Spoonful of sugar ? - Is it worth it?


Torn from the womb, from the birth canal to tail nebulous ideas of pleasure, not to dream chase.
Leftfieldism layered with lies of the dawn of our descent to deliberately debase.
More miraculousness in bloom, the mass market corporate culture. Unplugged from the omnipotent umbilical connection with the divine mother.
Social justice; vague, an impossibility. The way the world operates.
Brain washed from birth, acclimatised to lies.
You want the truth. Look in your eyes.
That's where it blindingly emanates.

Spoonful of sugar makes the medicine - worth it! Spoonful of sugar makes the medicine - worth it! Spoonful of sugar makes the medicine - worth it! Spoonful of sugar ? - Is it worth it?

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