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Broken Clock : Skeleton Key

by Seez Mics

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1.
Headphones on, no distractions Head home to inscribe head stone, prescribe the best inaction. I can’t fake it inside but I can take it in stride And then take you aside to say they can survive With a famous surprise but not saving their lives Stripped naked of lies in a blanket divide Celebrating the vibe of all races combined And their faith intertwined with a safe inner mind Now escaping the bind of all the statements denying The most sacred design for the raped and the blind. Religion is decision and an educated guess is less Respected than an uninformed belief Do you believe in integrity especially When alcohol let’s you let it be? Secret ingredient in the recipe Food for thought, mood for mania Some squares come full circle Ask anyone who only falls in love with what hurts you Banging on the keys, hanging from the trees Disease says please and the host says “Stay awhile” Fake a smile in the only reality left So much space and it’s all gonna fall apart Who’s at fault when the fault line falls in line With its only purpose in the duration of all time? Time’s a joke told to stones at the bottom of the food chain. If I were you, I’d be proud of how to break the fall When I get a busy signal in response to a mating call I’m not afraid of ya’ll, put the cameras away Of course I understand what you say Just- not who you say it to. I remember falling in love with the idea That people are better than ideas Which is honest, but hard to explain yet easy to believe At the end of the day, we’re all reaching for a key. “Open my eyes and start looking for the key” – Aceyalone scratched by DJ Cam One Sober man silently hopes to stand quietly In an anxious society ruled by social anxiety And it ain’t just the ancient Mind fuck of being complacent, it’s the basic Entirety of finally coming to grasp With the fact that there’s nothing to grasp, ask or have Cause the only wrong questions are the one you don’t ask Cause the only right answers are the one you don’t have Both halves of good and evil are masterminds That learned long ago to simply laugh and cry To pass the time after being asked why Everything including themselves has to die. I remember falling in love with the idea That people are better than ideas Which is honest, but hard to explain yet easy to believe At the end of the day, we’re all reaching for a key.
2.
I will spread my arms like Jesus Like the blind man, I will say “You all look the same” I will laugh at the sun like the sleepless Like the dead man, I will stare until you look away I will mind my distance like the hero Like the baby in a condom, say “I never had a chance” I will know my position like the weirdo Like the money on a string, sing for my cash advance I will lock all my doors like the homeless Like the raped woman, I will say “Keep your hands off me” I will always come home like the soldiers Liked the saved woman, I will love until you've lost me. The sky looks grey from where we stand, pitch black from outter space My blood, your blood: an icy blue until it all pours out our face Red as Satan, kept them waiting... Sorry for the long delay Here's your all: your good, your bad, now be along your way And don't you bother coming back unless you really need some more A loss is a win when you shed your skin, besides who's keeping score? Better find meaning instead of screaming when speaking the words you know Don't hold hands with land mines if you're going to complain when the earth explodes. I will spread my arms like Jesus Like the blind man, I will say “You all look the same” I will laugh at the sun like the sleepless Like the dead man, I will stare until you look away I will mind my distance like the hero Like the baby in a condom, say “I never had a chance” I will know my position like the weirdo Like the money on a string, sing for my cash advance I will lock all my doors like the homeless Like the raped woman, I will say “Keep your hands off me” I will always come home like the soldiers Liked the saved woman, I will love until you've lost me.
3.
Skeleton Key 02:13
I’d fumble in the dark to get my key in the door If I didn’t feel like I had seen this before. Here I stand with a key in each hand Telling knock-knock jokes in front of a locked door Under the impression I live as a free man When deep at the core, I’m really not sure On this side, time is of the essence Since my reactions have been predetermined Quotas to fill before I count blessings Stressing what I give in order to keep earning On that side’s a sale on cheap thrills Only evil doers have ever thought of running From A to B is a matter of free will Can’t blame the blind cause they never saw it coming Middleman mind fucked by foreplay That never quite comes to either side of the doorway Hustle the hassle of constant reminders A lifetime of myths is a lifetime behind us What you wanna resist doesn’t exist Littles got big enough keys, but none of em fit. I’d fumble in the dark to get my key in the door If I didn’t feel like I had seen this before. Searching for a new structure to infiltrate With the overtones of abusive and broken homes So I can withdraw ruptured to integrate and imitate The sober moans of the occupants The smell of the solitude makes me sick The sound of the company melts to white noise The guard dog says take your pick Suddenly subtlety makes lots of sense I can choose to arrive defenseless Sent with messages for no one in particular Throw away the key to deprive my senses Incentive to understand boredom’s a necessity Or I can barge in bold with guns drawn A bully claiming A B C, but doing X Y Z Silence as soon as the sun’s gone The night brings about assortment of inequity. This isn’t pick and choose between win or lose It’s pick the lock or kick down the door Try to find a deadbolt to hide behind Death won’t ever think to look for us here The skeleton key. The skeleton key for my relevance be Me and the choices I make.
4.
The mind’s been monopolized Access to assets through unauthorized entry Means the sense we have taken for granted Is now under control by invaders shaking hands with One in a million who have hunted our children As prey in a game we only notice if the footage of A crumbling building’s neatly packaged as a montage A barrage of scabs that never fall off Unless of course the wounds are falling in line With the circle of pain and it’s hollow design Filling the void with the square root of all of these lies Pixelated propaganda infiltrated quality time To the point it’s government this, government that Even I’m like “Just shut up and rap” I’ve spent my attention on distraction Dissatisfaction with what hasn’t even happened And asking “Should I ever trade the amount Of doubt I keep in check for a savings account?” The funny faces in the basis of money’s racist Overtones got me broke as a joke. But it’s no laughing matter And there’s no laughing after The rich don’t pass the platter You see, the fatter the wallets the sooner the bomb hits: BOOM Every debt owed to you Will be paid by the standards we hold you to Underfunded, it’ll all be over soon Pay attention, it’s all you can afford. Buy me a baby, teach it how to read Provide until it hates me, eats me out of greed Pay attention: it’s all you can afford. This whole time The copper heads been the silver lining in the gold mine Hold my sword while I pen another blank check Homeless and the emperor asleep on the same step When they choke on the same breath It takes less investment than your best impression Of an angry mob selling souls on your front yard So stack your chips until the boss pulls your trump card You’re fired from real estate’s reality show Interest rates at an all time low Cause you didn’t budget funds for a market scheme Ahead of the game to be the heart of the scene Awake, desensitized, debate, decentralized Await the daybreak as the symbol to vacate Every mainstay of geological gateways Fame pays when stocks die at the same age Spoken true on an overdue payment Where entertainment’s no more than basic training For the crash of cash and the halt of vaults when you’re poor and ignored, it’s all your fault. No different than back when There is no past tense Sticks and stones evolved to Mac tens The fatter the wallets, the sooner the bomb hits: BOOM Every debt owed to you Will be paid by the standards we hold you to Underfunded, it’ll all be over soon Pay attention, it’s all you can afford. Buy me a baby, teach it how to read Provide until it hates me, eats me out of greed Pay attention. When the bomb hits: BOOM Cabs and cops, master locks Drug free countries and acid drops Cash and crops, ads and plots Blameless nations with haves and nots. (scratched by DJ Cam One)
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When there’s no more books to read Did you learn to think or get the A+? Passing the time with a maximum fine Crooks are freed when fees are paid up Say what? For 32 G’s degrees will freeze, you’re iced out Cold world, to weather the storm’s wisdom Water proof paint protects the White House I’d offer resolution but don’t believe there is one Cause public schools got private rules Ask Joel Spring to explain the whole thing Report cards and W-2’s Ensure the last thing you kiss is a class ring Who’s this dancing on graveyards without a left foot Hung over from years of absorb and regurgitate Twist the cap on 200 proof text books Sign of the cross to escape swooping birds of prey What a perfect day to separate church and state Embrace the flaws of this turn’s emancipation It’s a part of ya’ll to have a party if it’s worth the wait So when’s Mardi Gras’ mid-term examination Dying for the highest score in science or Math cause art turns class clowns to terrorism I bet sally overdoses at the pep rally Let’s tally the votes, but honestly who cares whose winning? Head of the class is the ass on a puppeteer The same prototype wins every f@#$ing year At a keg party, the team captain is sucking beer While the nerds stuffed in a locker plot revenge You forgot your friends- and it’s easy to do so Standardized tests provide everyone a loophole Sex education provides everyone a loophole The pledge of allegiance provides everyone a loophole So don’t shoot, bro. The parallel of education and social engineering Is endearing at first, but those who thirst for knowledge are starved When there’s no food for thought Binge thinking on an empty stomach.
6.
You dress like A robot. Generic genetics embedded in the general public Influence implemented in public Invented the subjects discussed with much less Success than the meaning of sunsets. Sign in at the front desk, make love in the back seat Stop asking “What’s next?” and swallow the vaccine Pain to suppress, resolution was last seen Attributing the stress to unrest and bad dreams The good times are neutral And it’s funny hat day, so wear whatever suits you The who’s who of what’s what is what’s up Break room’s open until everybody shuts up Toxic gossip radiates as a great escape for the lazy apes Trading grace for a pay raise And save face whenever the boss is late Not invading personal office space “Get off my case!” says the untied shoe “I lost my faith once I knew I’m only here to be stepped on” Expressing humanity in a binary dress code “Get off my case!” says the untucked shirt “I lost my faith once I’d done my work and got paid with a pit stain” Expressing humanity in a binary dress code “Get off my case!” says the human born in uniform Moving towards a norm sworn to secrecy If people need name tags to get the job done I’mma start writing rhymes butt naked. “I’m a robot too!” Dezmatic scratched by DJ Cam One (phone call from D-Vo)
7.
Alright so these have a smiley face, and that’s for insecurity? Why do these have dragons? Panic's breathing fire again You're dying again Don’t patronize me, these naked eyes see A vaporized vacant life they can I.D. See, I used to watch her pop pills My thoughts filled With a desire to fire a warning shot across fields of inactive ingredients Growing in her garden, sprouting actions so meaningless Meaning this wonderful woman was going to waste In her place, a blank face slaying self, a dragon to chase Panics’ breathing fire again You’re dying again. You see, this hunger could be misunderstood as a risk of a good for the evil The need will rise from beneath with signs of a beast relying on peace as its equal. But people are people And I'm one just like you It's just that I don't like you Regardless of whether or not I'd like to, I've been lied to Enough times to know when to divide two Self-serving angers, reanimate remainders And annotate the dangers of contaminating the makers with favored enforcers More than a slave or slave owner I'm really glad you stayed sober, cause Remember when your father died? Remember how your mother cried? And everybody blamed it on you The truth is... It was nobody's fault Imagine that, my bags are packed, the mask is stashed The laughing gas had us laughing last safely, so save me the same seat Riding bitch as we fly over planets I overstand it, then apply it to diet and biomechanics You need a Xanax, the heat is rampant. Panic's breathing fire again You're dying again Don’t patronize me- these naked eyes see A vaporized vacant life they can I.D. So do they really put out the fire? “Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon!” Busta Rhymes scratched by DJ Cam One
8.
Stuck in a rut, try to create what you can’t make In a reality you can’t fake, the truth can’t wait Finality you can’t take so who’s hands shape A landscape where the walking dead ran straight Towards us, manic minds on expansion Holding rhyme and reason for ransom Advancement from zero to sixty, hero’s to mislead This need is more than enhancement: We always win! Hired to be admired, fired to be inspired Wired to the entire desire for it all Arrived deprived, needing to need nothing Subside, survive, just to believe something The universe works on a math equation You’re never gonna solve unless you master patience Even then, is it fact or famous? Breaking backs is painless when your fronts are faceless. Create us, improve us, give us control Invasive maneuvers to live in your home Your planet isn’t your own Would you rather be surprised or disappointed? We always win. We sit and wait for the inner war to start You got disorders, we just order parts Sort of smart, depending on the upgrade You flesh and bone fuck face: plug in so we can touch base Specify the split takes place when we specialize In menial tasks that you’re too lazy or petrified To deal with, waging war reveals it Conceals it, step aside Elections are electrified with wide angle angels Whispering with wings on the uninvited cables Watching you watching us with coffee cups Got a rush of blood to the head so in god we trust Stupid is as stupid does, a human love For hate gives truth to this electronic ruthlessness Mouths shout without having to move the lips Using just a crucifix made out of computer chips Create us, improve us, give us control Invasive maneuvers to live in your home Your planet isn’t your own Would you rather be surprised or disappointed? We always win. Building a building - floor to the ceiling Food on the table - warmth is the feeling Walls to protect - walls to deny The purpose of the structure’s beyond human eye Beginning to talk - pretending to speak Long as there’s an end at the end of the week Rise then fall and I’m somewhere in between No control my friend machine Making a maker - heart to the soul Drugs in the dresser - parts of the whole Mask to deflect - mask to obey Don’t care who am I, don’t ask who are they Ending the talk - pretending to listen Long as there’s a cigarette break or intermission Fall then rise and I’m somewhere in between No control my friend machine. Create us, improve us, give us control Invasive maneuvers to live in your home Your planet isn’t your own Would you rather be surprised or disappointed? We always win.
9.
I work hard enough to sleep late But I weren't smart enough for the dreamscape Logging in for an e-scape My pupils dilate while I teach em to keep shape. These days, what can I say I steadily improve, you're a fucking disgrace Just a bunch of mistakes lumped on a breaking Satellite feed that hovers in space and suffers its fate (Tune in!) Cover your face when you feel a little overwhelmed A lover's embrace, the right place for hosting cells Most did well enough for me to humor the tumor As a matrix ghost in shells and cheese So to hell with Seez, I'mma melt this steez Down to elbow grease Or something I can sell to the helpless teens Then bite down on their nipples with my velvet teeth And I ain't talking bout other rappers (Yo!) I'm talking bout this girl that I used to date Naw, I aint talking about this girl that I used to date I'm talking bout the scapegoats who I choose to hate (You!) The economy is your fault (Me?) I mean, a new car in the middle of the summer? An anomaly of corn dogs Now you took it too far so a river full of cutters Mutter another cover while clutter crowds your happy place Slap your face, before Christ with an aftertaste Wipe your blood with my tax return, act concerned Drive the point home with an acid buuuuuuuurn Ooh, it feels good don't it? I said it feels good don't it? Speaking of guilty pleasures, will we ever Get off Polly and pour bleach on her filthy feathers? Calm down baby don't you talk because Calm down baby don't you talk because We're in a cargo van rolling through Arizona And I don't think Lou Dobbs'll greet us with Coronas I mean, it wasn't really that funny I burned down a public school for Super Bowl ad money A 30 second flame for 20 bucks and a hand job Started to heal before realizing I can't stop. I think we should stop here You’re such a control freak No matter what I do They still don't love me. Stop for the man's red octagon Nod along and nod off to an awful song It's too bad your parents never got along You could've been my baby maker (maybe later) Lately pay dirt is cracking my shovel So I brought a spoon in the hopes of being subtle The trouble is, spoon feeding the true meaning Usually ends with me drunk and you bleeding Life support, knife and fork This is how I disembowel to light the torch And I got bad news: son, your wife's a dork A drama drag queen bumping lines for sport Unscripted, unzip it, lubricate my jokes until they fit in And if they still don't love me, I'll buy their votes Or confuse em with logic and kaleidoscopes Don't you like the pretty isotopes? Yeah, me and this recruiter bout to light some boat So just sign on the line to get your rights revoked I mean sign on the line to give your life some focus You're folks just gave us the ok The pope says “Honestly, I really go both ways” And most days, I can barely even afford my own place That’s why they still don’t love me, though. I work hard enough to sleep late But I weren't smart enough for the dreamscape Logging in for an e-scape My pupils dilate while I teach em to keep shape.
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Several moments of silence among imaginary friends Ends with a big bang not intended to inflict pain Or restrict change to an infinite region of heavy breathing Odds are nothing and something are getting even. The summer of serpents will summon its servants To bring a universe of reality to the earth Leaving us nervous on the dust covered surface Of a planet that can only export customer service The closer you get to posing a threat To the only planet you’re supposed to protect The farther you are from harming a star that’s falling apart And always being haunted by the ghosts we forget Assigning right or wrong to the temporary permanence Is a sign of the personal quest best abandoned In the grand scheme of things, man don’t mean a thing If we accept, overhear, reject, or understand it Nothing’s as perfect as nothing at all So when something is worth it, you want it to fall Out of orbit to force it into a world defined By pearls and swine, then water to wine. Sensing few have a sense of the impending doom Beyond senseless rules and fools bending spoons Mother nature started sending clues And being who she is inventing room for the empty tombs But this’ll show her: I’ll become an intergalactic whistle blower Tripping over meaningless problems leaving Odds and evens to the gods and demons Who’ve lost their freedom to the laws of reason Ratifying reversing the magnifying glass Simply to observe time pass as a last resort Without spineless back support Cause infinity took a mile, then asked for more When planets apply for corporate personhood The search for good quickly comes to a grinding halt Breathless, nobody’s expected to respect it Protected from themselves by finding fault. Humanity has run its course with stunning force The well has run dry, so we search for another source To dominate the common fate of common man Domestic exceptions granted for a plot of land A thousand lights abandoned by the house of right’s Flight to heights that are currently out of sight But never out of mind, without design The 33rd’s dirty bird flies for the thousandth time Piercing the cloud’s design to plan a new land of liberty And understand the mysteries of Beginning and ends, infinity’s trends And how divinity spends eternity in women and men Only to learn that the only concern Of a creator’s no greater than to slowly return To what was- what is, what always shall be Odds are nothing and something are getting even. Several moments of silence among imaginary friends Ends with a big bang not intended to inflict pain Or restrict change to an infinite region of heavy breathing Odds are nothing and something are getting even.
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On a blank slate with a finishing touch. Put aside the limitations put inside human nature’s Drawing board to draw us toward The middle of the pack, diminishing the fact We begin to expand as individuals and finish with collapse Into a mass of outsiders staring in I draw a line in the sand, not a comparison To anybody cherishing the artificial defects Incorporate flaws into your reflex Each step in any quadrant of the compass Comes as comfort for the bullies in bedrock Map my movements according to coordinates To obtain the skeleton key for any deadlocked argument. On a blank slate with a finishing touch. It’s horse play with a pony tail I’m gulping holy blood from a holy grail Getting minimum wage to post bail while the only stale Mate- beholds a pale horse bout as fresh as a rotten apple A lot of battles are fruitless I only wage wars that reveal what the truth is So who’s this satisfied with just fifty percent I guarantee that you’ll miss the intent Pitching a tent over violence and voyeurism You can see the swords are swinging, but something’s missing Forget a listen that doesn’t result in heard you I heard you counting sheep beyond the curfew. The words you use sound eerily familiar At some counterpoint, I’mma pin point their origin Until then, failure is a filter For the rain water falling down and pouring in I got water on the brain and nothing in mind Besides slashing prices and budgeting time An hour late for sour grapes and funneling wine Into the blind children with the sun in their eyes I’m not sure how much clearer I can make it I feel what I feel and I feel the need to say it Patient- my skeleton key is beginning to cut The drawing board for the finishing touch. My skeleton is beginning to touch The drawing board with the finishing touch.

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"I may be wrong
along the way
but will be right
twice a day."
- Broken Clock : Skeleton Key, 12:34

Seez Mics has many opinions about religion, public education, and the evolution of paper money. DJ Cam One mans the boards, lends some beats, and laces skin splitting scratches for the Seez Mics solo album “Broken Clock : Skeleton Key.”

Eyedea (rEYEp) says this is "Seez's best work, by far."

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released May 1, 2010

Featuring production by DJ Cam One, Jay Bomb Beat, Mac Lethal, nocreditscore, TK, and Father Scott. Cover art by Definitive Doodle.

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