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R​.​I​.​T​.​Z. (Reality In Timeless Zones)

by Jakku Hatsuan

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A dime should never be single. Skin of gold and eyes of diamond you are perfection. I'm JaC...upon the variation of trades my mind travels to the all points of a square because circles repeat..if you wish for a venture in a world different from that is normal...that's eyes three...text me...in non coventional speech...born of four brainz my maternal....paternal....body...emotion....whole...and soul minds...you are beautiful...in flawed acceptance...I am and will forever remain people...do not be divine and think God....think divine and be Gods....Image...I am...language....I am...action....I am...fearless....of man...remember to be square because circles recyle axis with none parallel...by the minds of minds...I feed you RITZ...reality in timeless zones....you are...in....perfection...stay beautiful....gorgeous vessel fragrance pennies...neither poverty hatred or social progress should force you to date a Darwin....I stem and structure a balance from a nightmare and now fortified my setbacks with Gold and silver...remember me my memory speaks to you your children and the underlings...I never forget root and blessing with that I remain sure...I'm.rare in mission and will begin and end pure...
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A child asked his father...why is the sky so yellow...he replies...because you're made with gold in your eyes...the child never understood the meaning of seeing in shimmers...only knew that the sun was so bright and guided the days and lead the nights...until the day he stood upon the stage and the very lights he stared into...showed him...that he was meant to shine....so he shines... I believed life as a filler in...to the empty of not populated...popular banco...filtered through sudden decisions...I grew lost in the figment of cross reality...I'm the image...now I got to be...the monster drink the energy drain...a gain from the brain child Seph...sceptre septic anti...one life left...so where has it gone....I'm home momma...problem is ill down the ptomaine...pain of losing the sun up...yup I tried to fit the truth in what I knew I couldn't do...shouldn't you believe what I'm telling you...yelling who fuckin the stuffin...bustin ruckus in reckless...cuffin nuttin but she nutty...lovely little ton of comeback and comb overhead which ever betterment bent the forward attempt to fuck you in the ass again...yea I saw you lululemon aids in them...desolate ridiculous orange men...menace Syracuse coos cue sop's zoo cops...taking forty one shots before the clips over...run the tape back...did you see the bulletin or the bullets in the man with the wallet...so don't tell me about a God or a goddess Godwin was the name of the police man...I have a beef with this religious man Cuz supreme to me is a snapback being Chorus guess its a Sunday as I take Jane to the face...easy sleeping...then awakened to mundane Mondays...thinking why Ive lived a day...I wish to relate to my shadow as it sits in place a wait in my shoulders... Verse two Jump start your life join the y...the museum has so many eyedropper straight facelift...got her cheekbone...poker facial...cumbersome...though awkwardly knowing that your kids look rather white...headwaters quarterbacker...corner storefronts....windjammer wipers the cornerbacker....wide receivership...threads oxycontin in the fabrication...fabric softener inhalation...my nation naval bases...seals the Cyprian...flyer kite than your Tuesday...I'm a sleeping dogs soundtrack...I suggest you train Yuh ears....plug inside the sounds view to how the sun produce...a souless flare...of acoustic accents...doesn't stare only stage the absence...adhesion herence of a Einstein Carver...o jays blazers footactions...finatic advent some adventure time...advancements point advantage...vaster roids Saturn mech anticancer...patterns patter suns...Syns Tell them who you is...SODA train reactions...in fractions I fracture factions with factors of a blackness panther....If I died today....if to die the day with my legend...presence of a Goldwater...trinkles out sun ray... Chorus _____________ guess its a Sunday as I take Jane to the face...easy sleeping...then awakened to mundane Mondays...thinking why Ive lived a day...I wish to relate to my shadow as it sits in place a wait in my shoulders...
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Xavier Jacobs JAC BraiNchild the pikachu....chew platters splatters poke Dexter statics....a massive lacerated brain bracket that branch a fruit of a BraiNchild...jutsu style gza...the genius rhymes Lazarus...necrosis ascending feed mores...till I face more of the Buddhist monks...moth priests release bullet monks till Shamanism shaolin...pencil pension pennies in form of a Pentagon...so the Penn stations penetration as proper grammars...spit death sentence a water cattle catching language arts professors...lesson educates mouth study so the cat's got my tongue...tatted after mathematical rubidium diamond axioms...carbonaceous sodiums....snuff quakes got my nose numb...yep...cuz everybody knows huh?...guess I am a dog...cuz I greet with a headbutt...uppercuts the flat top...and call me dark Caesar...bizarre cedar wood chuck Norris really beat an angry beaver...with cleaver clearly befitting the Cleveland clevis...see the global snowing of why my nose red...snort aborts a Rudolf aw Santa clause and rain deer into her pelvic...king of rock hard cuz they eyes roll God with blue suede as my dick shoes....produce Elvis...speak the king Flo n sanitarium cuz I mind fuck the garbage Captin Planit It’s hot as Hades, and I’m brooding ‘bout the winter Cracking on my leather jacket make me lose my temper Acting like I float above it, no discussion, I’m a savage Ravage average lavish bitties, busting in their cabbage patches Wait a minute, wait a minute, do you even know my name? Wait a minute, take a second, can she cook on open flames? If that’s the case, then let me drag her to the chapel Where we’ll grapple with each other till her tongue touches my Adam’s apple If you can’t close it, why’d you put me on the case? And if you can’t read my brain, then never look me in my face. I’d say that’s not a lot to ask, but yes, I’ve got a lot to prove, I’m ‘bout to toss my cookies, tell the cabin boy to stop the cruise Pop the trunk, cops roll up and wonder what’s that smell Spirits exit victims, the outer body is just a shell Open toes with the toga, now that’s a throwback I’m on the run, but the government’s got me lojacked Crucify me, crucify me till my palms bleed, The people watch it drip while they hit a brick of that strong weed Everyone’s a critic, but only one created I’m the second coming, brother, deny me, and you’re the son of Satan
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Oh....Oh its done.... Perspired by perception...life spires the questions...a message in aggressive...megawatts to a sound kit...listen stick to a paired lips...red smear the lust for beer...forty ounces of sour patches...kids over take Roman lashes...flashes of the fastest...casting call the couch sloth to work on his lines more...fuck I rather snoooor..t...I mean whose line is it anyway...all I needs a halal cart and a pack of Newport's....and that's a good day... good day new york...good day new york...good day new york...good day new york... Sure I'm one eighty zero...innocent...in a sense im starving five zero zero hungry man heros...bread...burbon urban red Burbank...fur tanks ready for the Jeff reys...sun kings the can kiss...lungs twist the bars a bit into a bored flip and make the haters lundquist...and pops show vets the pill e on clips...it takes to make an omni-versal Adventist..advent kid..chilled dress to press sub objects...stuff optics...with a double half of eighty club..saws straightened off the chain shotgun slugs...I'm gun leave a colder blood of Austin stones that stunner the era of your attitude...addicts too need a the rock to return to the bottom soon....and leave all the lines on the tablespoons...SODA authors rise the horizon with mourning eyes...and why's we gotta get up in...but honestly we kept up a rain forest of a papa bearing a Goldie lockers tort an egg muffin...Shelley sheller clamorous...porridge Washington of a fort George bridge...port purp piss...a freshman that can pitch with the perfects prefect of perplex...cerebral Mr. Perfect plex..or torture rack the Luger lex....luthor super plex...a Parker Nemesis...venomous Eddy Brock Lesnar grip...submissive Kimora Lee Simmons's...surpressive is my bulletin bullet time...so watch as i kill the clock...counterpart the times savings...secondhand air block...reversals versus verticals craving severe body flew...so not only can i fly super buu my super glue sticks the sickest sudoku but...its a good day new york... Soul ah! Wrote this spoke kit of oxy clean to Germans...that swatch the hourglass forward with a handed gesture...dirty birds overshadowed by the angry ones...that get to be touched by the swipe of a sweaty thumb...nail the picture of a moment...thats a taste of a twix mixed in a Canon crop...so stuff the image with Photoshop...cuz no matter how the burden stops it stops...yup... its a good day new york...
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Perspired perspective infected.collection of a sub stance or a sub marine quality...probably a corner child prodigy...using flashlights for hide and seek...as the peep toms show how to throw stickys under bed sheets...spreader gets a Gage and the ear rings...as the bells save the Dave with the sling...shot Goliath between the eyes...and when conviction to his life he smiles and replies....but God told me too...Aight Good days into bad nights...life stroll...good days into bad nights life stroll...good days into bad nights life stroll.... see Chelsea was pier...pressured version of a scholar...though exelled aside the measures of her problems...single mothers different partners...listens to the cudderisback to numb away the hardships...she the less pier pressed now takes exception with selected piercings in her ear, and specific tats that hid the scars of her tears...depress...Chelsea now sits with the shrink in a shrink when asked why does she hurt less with bladed Sharpies to her skin...morbid artfully easel to paint with...while ceaseless pictures frame the portraits portion of her biggest secret...so when asked about her reasons...she looks to him and says....well the virgin is dead.... Good days into bad nights...life stroll...good days into bad nights life stroll...good days into bad nights life stroll.... walking through the sea of schools...schizophrenic angular fish baited Nightingale...dinner plates...I feedback the vessels of the bar nickels public drenched in slurred whistles...whispers missiles that convert sanctions in the physical...fictional make beliefs in a land mine...minds scape the field of coppers...into Lincoln's...navigator's an evolved Al and Houston rocket beards star is Harden... Good days into bad nights...life stroll...good days into bad nights life stroll...good days into bad nights life stroll....
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Good morning...mourning...driven by the all black evening....of the night fire....lights fluid neon..higher...don't mind the eye liners...just hope to influence vision through my speech...don't need a faction to factor my action ranger powers morphine time verbalize zordon actors...Mega zords and the swords of an author writes...this gig has no space for my over bites...you niggas dream well I nightmare...because the only dreams seen is a dream I cant bare...but the day stares...and I walk up regardless how I find the ceiling...so from now till the new year I see an upright...mental head spitter...she loves the DNA...barrels chromosome the shock awe...jawbone ripper...cuz the genes tight... at least it seems like... Chorus Yahp...they say...where's the Wolfgang crypt...stuck arrested...develop men...yahp Verse 2 Second absence the words fragments fragrance absent the abosol cept the side effect of a numb neck is a limp node...mode detective before heads hairstyle...flow fro into Sherlock's...and anticipate a chess move...I seige Liege and warlock...statements with pin needles and splinters...broken masters swing of a Batman...a crusade capes cultures religiously...history date rape...roll the tape before bondage...stretch conquest I conquered conscious...nerve nonsense content....rhymes stalk predators...the bison to the Blanca...psycho power theory throttle boss battles to your console...and throwback the Genesis...with the properties of a felt pen...scribbles look like scripts till they realize my mind feline reflex in cursive equations...skill cause liquidations Chorus ....yo......it's arrested development..........yo Verse 3 As for closure I Intel claymores and c4 till verb atomically I bombshell on mushrooms....and cuff tunes...stuff loom fruits of a Merchandiser...diced pineapples and a pinnacle of collided vision keeps me sleight of hand...though never fallen is my off balance as I gain stance and stagger tongue taggers splatters aim goo through the smiley of my reticule...cuz the desktop cube is cool......Hahahahaha....
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It...its two o'clock I'm on the block...now...it isn't summer...I left in the house...remember the clock sounds...showed signs...I am addicted to this autumn....though October hasn't hit...moonlit slump...eyes hurry the cane seen sure it was sandy...but blown away u wait because its still August....except remember...I'm a diction to the autumn autism...makes the Hood indifferent...listen to this music...stupid over traps...Beats....so new mental slave to theory if trap music...children feeling the futures artists label 2chainz...fried brains...child sold the word dope...influence from the concrete rope...that hangs up and leave families dangling in a choke...colored notebook...with rhymes and dream...of emerging through disbelief...funny is it irony that drinking SODA leads to anarchy...canopy catastrophes Chorus: Oh we thinking its the old me...hoping...a dream is showing...the future glories...old me's listenin to oldies...gold sleeves...not yet...probably get...wit my first check... Verse 2 I'm diggin the sundown...she feeling the sons down..subdivision doper cools coils the questions of future beats...best beware tethered words sever sevens with a ninety...head to body nineteens...running trains...brain derailment turn styles...into coffee...coffers cover piles...of coffin cries...splenda is the sweetened Lowes...the eaters of a blinking blind...or does the hills truly have eyes...besides the signs of a writers mind...my rights are mine...so mind your fortune five...cuz my business doesn't concern whether you're interest stings...I only hold on to the older means of things... Chorus Oh we thinking its the old me...hoping...a dream is showing...the future glories...old me's listenin to oldies...gold sleeves...not yet...probably get...wit my first check... Verse 3 likely to forget what's a dream to the living...its seems genes heading...line daily papers and failures....at least that's what they make believe...the older the earth feels my skin feels appeal...to the cooler cats...with tats and snapbacks...a modern must need...so I rather long sleeves laced pinks and drawbacks...at least I know they know my style soul free...like OMG he frowzy...
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JAC BraiNChild Im slowly losing carefully...im empty...sully...hungry for the u...but I miss having some of one two take four granted...grantite....sulfur real...truly has settled in the grounded...sediment surrounds the element of fucking another faithless...im loyal if sedated..she didnt love the dream...was she my psychic so how could she be queen...still starving for the iris...i risk the dinner with a side dish...taste a ferris cycle to the ever next...love conversion luster...im covered in a cluster...marvins room cluttered...wiff my impulse...to leave with a bite of a new...gulps the dew mellon method
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JAC BraiNchild 100 degrees cold maybe not so hot but the block stay froze..in conquest...expect my freezers cooler brother...hooded birthing I'm an assassins creed...remain pure..greed needs poverty...to remain pure...curious caressing cures in currants...currently vain sick...mirrors remain Dorian Grey mix...sitting the train shittin brain bits....a steel mill...kill millers lite milians for the the dream to have a kid wit...ness selected smash bro...release a thunder unto porkies now that's a PK Durantchula...dropped into a game of chess...chews cash and bash Jew checks...but I'll accept by any means to feed my family and my set....pen blistering from the pressures of putting my arms into pit...trying to climb out a better man with little burden of his sins...heaven has no place for me and hell doesn't exist...assimilated appliance of observing conscious through a lens..of a collide..only rooms and shadows to confide...confirm mind outsides...beside my inside inversion of playing live organs...upbringing morals are oral as I'm constantly told my love is rather orphan...age of biotechs and instagrams...picture perfect ruins of a Romeo and Juliet...loves to suicide buildings Pisa leanings Da Vinci coated Mona Lisa...at least a Caesar's attractive to the public...until stab wounds remind the body it hurts more from first times and goodbyes...but I'm just thinking and shit... Captin Planit I, remove my robe and then address my baby mama It’s after two, I hit the zoo to pet a baby llama Then get a schwarma that I copped across the grand marina And dip in time to skip the line at Meadowlands arena What’s the point of living if the mission is to pass away Quit your bullshitting, all this bitching ‘bout a tragic day What goes around, comes around like a boomerang Don’t associate or procreate with fans of Hoobastank Now I wish that I could live my life in slow motion Coasting in a motor boat across the open ocean Me, my main squeeze, and a carton of Kool cigarettes Staring at the stars, it’s tough enough to just consider it We’re making love like when we first became acquainted, A strange arrangement that we knew we’d use to lay the pavement Nowadays I lay and marinate on how I got to this From dreams I deemed preposterous to beaming for my doctorate Leaving things I used to love to move above the status quo Sensible decisions though I’m equipped with the baddest flow Make my mother proud and let my marriage snare my character And stack my riches then I name my mistress the inheritor...but I'm just thinkin n shit...

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released February 11, 2013

Produced by: Kritical Hit/ V-Dizzle
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Jakku Hatsuan New York, New York

perhaps an enigma within his own imbalances creates a dimension of sub-conscious of thought. Jutting a bold caps, gives the annotation of "JUST ANOTHER CONSCIOUS". He is a student of the universe,the wielder of libraries and eater of worlds. The powers that stems from his Lyrical prowess is uncanny THE BraiNchild's an artist of many ventures and forms, ... more

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