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"Lost"
Siri:
“Make yourself at home! Yes, of course, you’ve been here before. Remember? Together, we watched the rapid progress of the traveler with our telescopes until he was lost among the distant inequalities of the ice”
“Doomscrollin’ Prelude”
Doomscrollin, homie
The news trollin'
Mood stolen
Who’s rollin?
Who knows what to do
When them bad boys comin for you,
Your stomach, your brew
Your gun, and your loot
Your chalk outline on your walk outside
You huffed, and you puffed, and you blew
They blue back through backs
Through crack, through New Jack
Through new facts to tax you!
Black man!
You!
Afghan!
You!
Whack ass, bootlicking asshole
You!
This side
You!
That side
You!
Gotta find a way to make up my own mind…
Doomscrollin’
Sick of them blue slogans
Images bruise focus
into produced omens
I ain’t no saint
That paints my chalk outline on your walk outside, nigga
Doomscrollin’
Sick of them blues slogans
Images bruise focus
into produced omens
I ain’t no saint
How quaint
How ya camera crew blame it all on a nigga
Shame on y’all!
Sci-Fi Narrator: “Ulyetus T. Clyde, Marina Octavia, and Marlow Manhattan are three newly successful venture capitalists struggling to maintain dominance in an entirely new kind of enterprise: the Hologram Zoo Application – an app that brings all your favorite entertainers directly to you - dead or alive. Operating as a unit, they are Hologram Zoo Inc. And while their app’s popularity may have exploded upon its release, they’ve still needed to maintain their day jobs in order to make ends meet. CEO Ulyetus‘ day job as a big cat zoologist, PR Executive Marina’s work in concert promotion, and Head of Programming Marlow’s disgraced innovations in the tech industry has led them each into a season of strife during a widespread outbreak of a deadly virus.
To maintain relevance, they’ve elected to chase the clout surrounding “The Tomb of Tornup” - a mausoleum-turned-tourist destination which has bizarrely become a trending topic due not only to the mysterious demise of the underground rapper buried inside of it, and the strangely explicit directions for the construction of the tomb detailed in the rapper’s last will and testament, but also the supernatural happenings reported to occur near or around the mausoleum. It is said that, late at night, one can hear the hypnotizing sounds of lofi hip-hop coming from within the walls of the tomb - luring listeners deeper within its haunted halls where they perish forever - if they’re lucky. If not, they could wind up listening to unmastered demo tapes ‘til the end of time.
Within the late rappers will, it was requested all of his online data be erased from the internet and converted to cassette tapes made from a rare material referred to only as “black gold.” This has created a deviant lust from media consumers for Tornup content, because if there’s anything people want, it’s something they can’t have, a human condition that Hologram Zoo Inc. is more than willing to exploit.
The app’s top brass are hopeful that by re-converting the lost Tornup tapes valued at millions, into digital media, they may be able to get an advantage over their increasing competition and continue on their mission - putting on display and immortalizing the worlds most celebrated public figures.
However, tonight their hands are dirty with the soil that separates the living world from the dead world, their minds septic with the intention of theft. Previous attempts to break into The Tomb of Tornup have proven perilous, so the app crew have contracted an enigmatic spiritual advisor named Madame Whitaker to act as a sort of supernatural Sherpa - guiding their adventure into the dark and the unknown.
As you’ll soon see, for the aspiring venture capitalists, stealing from the grave of a poor local artist may not be a dream job, but as we all know, making a buck in America isn’t for the faint of heart."
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Schrödinger’s Casket
01:18
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(gravedigging sounds)
(tomb-opening creaking sound)
Whitaker: “Right this way...”
Marlow: “Very well, then.”
Marina: “Aww, where’s the body?”
Marlow: “Indeed. Perhaps he was cremated?”
Whitaker: “Perhaps not, you see….”
Marina: “So they just buried a casket full of cassette tapes and a Walkman? That doesn’t make any sense.”
Ulyetus: “Well, don’t be too disappointed. We’re here for the tapes and I don’t wanna be around a cemetery longer than I have to. Hand me one of them there trash bags. We need to start shoveling the tapes into ‘em and get out of here before somebody comes.”
(springing button clicking sound)
Ulyetus: “Hey, you didn’t press play on that Walkman did you?”
Whitaker: “I did...”
Marina, Marlow, and Ulyetus: (in unison) “What does that do exactly?”
(The Ghost appears)
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I’m a double-edged sword
To these troubled edgelords
My incendiary’s scary, but my subtle says more
PC police chiefs
Should I sheath free speech?
Can I keep it real with ya? When does each one teach?
I’m a solid damn dude.
In a solid damn mood.
When I die, they gon’ put me in a Hologram Zoo.
I’mma follow y’all too.
I’mma haunt you all. Boo!
I’m a wave you need weight to do cannonballs through.
If you saw it written down (hi!),
You’d abandon all cool
Hollerin’, “Damn! It’s all true!”
Even within reality’s parameters in view.
He’s the standard. He’s the new.
Lacking answers, he’s the few.
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4. |
Phantom Of Hypocri...
01:30
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The Ghost: “You bitch ass niggas! You dare intrude upon my sacred place of slumber!”
(no dialogue, swarming and chaotic noise)
Ulyetus: (to Whitikre) “Hey, witchcraft! You’re up!”
Whitikre: “Excuse me...”
Ulyetus: “We paid you contractually to deal with the spooky shit. Say something, for God’s sake!”
Whitikre: “You have no idea how out of your element you are here.”
Ulyetus: “Well, what the fuck does that mean? Marina, you’re the head of communications, communicate!”
Marina: “How? Where is that voice even coming from?”
Ulyetus: “Gahhh! It sounds like it’s coming from inside my head!”
The Ghost: “Your perverted perturbing of my preciously preserved Chronicles is most unenjoyed.”
Marlow: “Wait. Where are we exactly? It looks like I’m trying to see while submerged in seawater.”
Ulyetus: “O, God! O, Great Specter so unworldly! So boundless and your presence, yet faceless! You Eidolon shadow! Most obtrusive apparition! Most mortifying Phantasm! Have mercy upon my very mind!!!”
Whitikre: “I think he’s starting to catch on...”
Siri: “This is your voice activated guide. If you are currently cowering in the insecurity of your cognitive capacity, pause this tape. Now.”
(silence)
Marina: “Woah.”
The Ghost: “The lyricism of your solicitation has allotted you each a lightning’s share of my time. Use it wisely…”
Ulyetus: (hysterical) “What the fuck are you?!”
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I ain’t got the most visible eye
I see into my own head
I try to get by
Where I’m goin’
How I’m flowin’
What I’m knowin’
I ain’t even gotta show
I’m a gho-s-t
I’m a gho-s-t
I’m a gho-s-t
I ain’t even got a show
The exterior is supposed.
When the interior is exposed
I don’t know
where it goes
Where’d it go?
Where’s it go?
I ain’t even gotta show
I’m a gho-s-t
I’m a gho-s-t
I’m a gho-s-t
I ain’t even gotta show
Cops try to book me for they event
Pay rent in your mind
Flagrant, you rewind
Where’d I go?
Where’d I go?
Where’d I go?
You ain’t even gotta know
I’m a ghost
I’m a ghost
I’m a ghost
I ain’t even gotta show
In passing, attach to a price, idols
Approach circles of life too willing to
buy cycles (Boo!)
I say, “No!
Slow your role!
Come or go!
Ultimatum atcha do’
I’m a gho-s-t
I’m a gho-s-t
I’m a gho-s-t
I ain’t even gotta show
Out of sight, out of mind
Show face, save face
Those strategies are blind
What are those?
Fuckin’ gross
I’m a ghost
I ain’t even gotta know
What I don’t
I’m a gho-s-t
I’m a gho-s-t
I ain’t even gotta show…
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6. |
Head And Hand
00:34
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(Everyone talks over each other)
Marina: “I heard it was Police shooting, artist starvation, a broken heart, drowned in tears, case of the Mondays, struck by lightning..."
Ulyetus: “Yeah, I heard it was the deep state, house fell on him, car crash, Spanish flu, Spanish fly, bird flu, swine flu, pigs, flying monkeys, chemtrails...”
Marlow: “Yeah, I heard it was organ harvesting, Old age, childhood obesity, gum death, ego death, brain stem hemorrhage, respiratory aneurysm, inner ear aches...”
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Been great!
Never been better!
Shredder to fret and letter
Vetted editor
Metadata detonator
Settin’ off Armageddon ahead of the predators
Creditor to non-competitive product peddlers
Regulatin’ the regular settlers
Who regret the second they stepped to a weapon of the head heavenly reckoner
Threadin’ legends and lessons in my reflection and essence
Devastatin’ the deficits in our connection to betterment
And it’s evident: you can’t fuck with the definite
Cool
I can’t fuck with the pleasantries
Hit the sediment
Pause to indent
Make the folks that you hit with
View your visage different
Peep the imprint
Comprehend dense
Stomp relentless
Wonton and senseless
Bomb on defenseless
In a sense, bliss
Enter: Hence, this -
end of sentence
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Ulyetus' Offering
02:05
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The Ghost: “Body of greed, as you have pillaged my tomb, I invade your mind. I sense your nerves - you may not lie. What is your origin?”
Ulyetus: “My name is Ulyetus T. Clyde. Montgomery, Georgia. I’m a big cat zoo owner, budding tech mogul, future billionaire. CEO of Hologram Zoo Incorporated.”
The Ghost: “Your presence is unworthy to intrude in the temple of my rest. How dare you?”
Ulyetus: “Mr. Ghost, I’m the CEO of a company responsible for the fastest selling app in the world. I possess an infinite number of virtual livestock - animal and human. Now, I didn’t plan on that. I just go where the money takes me.”
The Ghost: “Into petty theft.”
Ulyetus: “Look, I tried robbing your grave out of desperation. No one is using my app right now. They are all too caught up thinking about their own mortality because they’re triggered by your stupid death. They’re starting to second-guess the ethics of holographic entertainment and I will not lose my stronghold on the marketplace to a goddamned wallet-finding app! If I can get your data, any of your data, I can bring you back to them before the morbid curiosity surrounding you dissipates. If there’s so much as the sound of your breath on those tapes you had buried with you, my programmers can use it to create a full 3-D profile of you and we can strike while the iron is hot! And that’d be nice, right?”
The Ghost: “I don’t know. Wouldn’t that freak people out?”
Ulyetus: “That kinda comes with the territory of being a ghost.”
The Ghost: “I guess so. Hey, uh… they miss me, don’t they?”
Ulyetus: “Sure! And you don’t wanna just be dead in relative anonymity, do you? You’re a big hit on the deep web, but Hologram Zoo could make you a household name!”
The Ghost: “What can you offer me?”
Ulyetus: “Fame! Influence! Don’t you want to be fucking famous, man? I mean, sure, you’ve got your ‘cult’ following here, but...”
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PFF
03:01
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T
My lovers bless me with a billboard glow
Compassion present
Incandescent
I can’t stress it
I can wield more slow
I’ve been grindin’ in the South
Next year, I’m tryna feel more snow
Niggas ask me how to kill more shows
Now, last tape I made was woke
I’m still real
I just spill more flows
I’m still bored witcha stillborn prose
I’m Phil Ford
On my Phil Ford Flow
Ugh
Yeah, nigga
Here we go
Inglorious bastard
Casper,
The notorious rapper
In euphoria
Gettin’ after it
With little-to-no asterisk
Taking massive risks
Kickin’ ass as a pacifist
Though I’m rather pissed
Dan Rathers of this rap shit
Stan Mathers casualty
Saving up for the faculty
Only way you’ll stop it
Is to the shackle up the man that I’d rather be
Cause then I’d have to kick it casually
Yuh
Blast off on the Son of the Mask Off now
Mascot for that NASCAR Chevy van
I’m more heavy than
Breaths in every race that you ran
That dude can
Flow mo wicked than yo cousin and yo man
Why that beat sound sicker?
Phil Ford, nicka
Keep that flame
We will horde that flicka
Keep in store
What we figure
We get more
Leave it or
Take it
Stakes is too high
I’mma make it
Something, something billboard glow
Compassion present
I ca-
I ca-
I can wield more slow
On my Phil Ford Flow
Hey
Mastery on the level of Seymour Hoffman
You see more Kaufman
I’m the man and on the moon I’m free more often
Ghost Doggin’
Soapboxin’
‘Til the closed coffin
Floatin’ boats on your moat
Until I’m that ghost novel
What I wrote was scholarly
What I flowed was what you can bet on
I’m dead on
Buy you a stairway to heaven to get the LED out
You led on niggas with falsified principles while I lead
I’ll bleed for Nazi scalps ‘til my necks connected to trees
Off the sleeve
Off the cuff
So tough,
I’m Snow’s bluff
Think your soldiers bold enough?
Motherfucker, show enough
In closing:
Who’s the baddest, the prettiest?
Who’s the maddest, the wittiest?
Who’s emphatic, insidious?
Too dramatic and serious
You get captured in spirit
Under mysterious circumstances
When my verse enhances
Purpose and stances
Yuh
My lovers bless me with a billboard glow
Compassion present
Incandescent
I can’t stress it
I can wield more slow
I’ve been grindin’ in the South
Next year, I’m tryna feel more snow
Niggas ask me how to kill more shows
Now, last tape I made was woke
I’m still real
I just spill more flows
I’m still bored witcha stillborn prose
Phil Ford
On my Phil Ford Flow
Stakes is too high
We gon’ make it (x7)
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10. |
Ulyetus' Fear
02:59
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The Ghost: What are you afraid of?
Ulyetus: I used to be a good man. I cared about the world around me. I cared about people. I cared about animals. I wanted to liberate exotic animals and give them a good life. For a time, I did. I could hear these voices in my head. Good and evil. I could tell the good side was winning. They said about me, “Call him Lord of the Lions and Tigers and the Ligers!” I began to believe that I was. Did things I hadn’t done before. Started breeding Ligers myself – for show, for money for fame, for power, for fun.
…Liger cub bit at one of my zookeepers. I was going to have to be the one to put him down. Louder than ever, the voices in my head were screaming at me. I could feel them pressing on the inside of my ears. Even after I shot the baby cub, voices raging inside of my body.
I picked the cadaver up, and as it slid down from my hands into the hole in the dirt I made for it, the voices went totally silent. I looked down and realized my hands are stained with dry blood. I scrubbed my hands for hours but it never washed off.
That night, I had a dream I was a slave running away from my master’s plantation. Twigs, rocks, and weeds pierced my feet. I kept running. I hear a howling behind me get closer. I run into a black person on a horse and beg them to help me. They just kind of stared at me expressionless. I looked down and realized my hands had been cut off.
I woke up and the dried blood on my hands was wet. But it was my blood. And ever since then, anytime I stand too still, my hands bleed. And every time I go to sleep, I have that dream. 10 years this has gone on. I started building the business and investing in the tech that birthed the Hologram Zoo App so I wouldn’t get too still. So I wouldn’t have to sleep. So I wouldn’t have to hear the silence. And I figured if I could bring the cub back, it’d all stop. But nothing’s worked. And the worst part is how quiet it is.”
The Ghost: “You’re afraid you’ll never be a good man again.”
Ulyetus: “No, sir. I’m afraid of leprechauns”
The Ghost: “…oh, word?”
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Leprechaun 4: In Space
01:42
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Your rain on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called millionaire-thugs
And rapper pawns
Get in that ass
Whiplash on neo-cons
It’s the rap phenomenon
On impact, the problem gone
Leprechaun 4
Aye!
Leprechaun 4: In Space
I’m Teflon lexicon
weaponized
recognized morbid
My soul in orbit
cannot be recorded
No, you cannot afford it
I’mma have to hoard it with more shit
X-Wing boarded up and shut down
Killin killer clowns
Go-go gadget iller sounds
No more pageantry
No more Miller poundin’
Gotta stay grounded
Rocket man talkin’ plans: dumbfounded
Space rocks
Save face
Let the fake talk
They shocked when
You watch ‘em
Speech therapy
MC’s scared of me
Jason X who they say next
Nigga
Space rocks
Save face
Let the fake talk
They shocked when
You rock’em
Speech therapy
MC’s scared of me
Jason X who they say next
Leprechaun 4
I regulate portals
Delegate immortals
I am not normal!
Core macs on the road
Shape-shift the Rorschach
Surf the silver linin’ I’m definin’ when I’m rhymin’
Leprechaun 4
Fantastic
Capcom classic
Last dick’s ass kicked: came at me drastic
Casketed quick, but first he rocked a plastic gastric
That was bombastic!
Legend still has it!
Space rocks
Save face
Let the fake talk
They shocked when
You rockin’
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Ulyetus: Download the Hologram Zoo app! For a limited time, the premium package offers the purchasable option to purchase the option to purchase the hologram aquarium add-on. And a private jet.
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