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Space Cadet

by Fro Magnum Man

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We've been wearing virtual masks for so many years that now we get to wear real ones.

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My pen is alive and endemic to perfect phonetics,
Scribing verses pathogenic, Spitting phlegm in pandemics
Dialect carcinogenic, my flow’s a foreign growth
My prose will pose a certain doom, Your ears will make a perfect host,
Everybody is offended by everybody,
And everybody sends their representative to represent them,
Surface pleasantry, yet everybody has buried their true identity
In such depths that the recipe is generally lost as to who they are.
Incredibly, they don’t even realize that they’re your enemy,
Tendency for treachery,
Loyalties a faded myth,
Amidst the rubble of integrity is where the script for balance exists
Like I’m Curmudgeon in life, but on the mic, I’m actually nice,
Carry sharp devices in case you fancy a slice
Shaking off the goethite,
Reuniting with my pen begins the ending of the emcees rhyming in my line of sight

CHORUS:
I keep my feelings in check behind my virtual mask
Carry alternative identities in various flasks,
Now it’s digital or physical, the lines have been blurred
Either way I’m feeling normal with my surface obscured



Your socials full of posts of you living your best life,
But you’re fibbing, you’ve hidden that you living depressed like
The economy after the suits and ties have rolled dice
With your future, now you’ve folded over, perfect jackknife
And it isn’t just you, I mean I’m full of shit too,
Nobody really wanna hear about the fuck I’ve been through
But I was gifted with the gift of rhythmical precision,
And I underSTAND, how anaPESTS, can maniFEST, an unexPRESSED feeling,
So I use that to my advantage in fact,
There’s art in the facts, the artifact left after collapse
A deadly embrace, our faces carry shame and disgrace,
We grapple with our brothers, plutocrats escaping to space
Elysium in real life, the algorithms precise
Black mirror device but my post is getting mad likes
And the virtual infection reflecting in real time now
So our masks cross with us to the physical line now


CHORUS
I keep my feelings in check behind my virtual mask
Carry alternative identities in various flasks,
Now it’s digital or physical, the lines have been blurred
Either way I’m feeling normal with my surface obscured

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released January 21, 2022
Produced by Fro Magnum Man
Written arranged and recorded by Fro Magnum Man

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Fro Magnum Man is an emcee / producer who's just as comfortable making sample based boom bap beats, as he is patching cables on modular synths to make weird experimental music.

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