JOHN RALPH TUCCITTO IS 'SARDONIC POET'
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I break down my lyrics (with analogies) to help you understand my thoughts.
WARNING!  White people rapping ahead.  Proceed with lowered expectations.
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This is the inaugural episode of 'Beyond the Beat.'  In this episode I will break down my first rap song titled 'Unravel the Knots.'
Episode #1 is 46min 56sec
Arcturian heart chakra sonics l 432 Hz music l Meditation music l Relaxation music by
​ARCTURIAN SOUND AND ENERGY HEALING
​"Unravel the Knots" by Sardonic Poet

Fast Old School Type Hard Beat - "1991" | Funky 90s Hip Hop Beat | Funky Boom Bap Instrumental Free by Raias Beats
 
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Lyrical twang nauseates those I bewitch.  
My brain is renown, thoughts triggering your ego bitch.
I didn’t ask for this shit, my awareness exploded, ignorance had no place to sit, my sanity imploded.
Everything you know, is just a dream, illusion-stitching doubt to build up your esteem.
Bitch I don’t care if you believe these words, expressing my thoughts unravel the knots.  Haven’t you heard?
 
Refrain
Unravelling the knots, connecting the dots, through decay, evil plots, the decline of morality rots.  
Unravelling the knots, connecting the dots, through decay, evil plots, the decline of morality rots. 
 
Idiots be laughin with that ignorant grin, crossin swords with their ego, slappin their foreskins. 
Ignorant clans, fan the flames of man, the fuel of doubt is the easiest route, bitch praise the truth I tout.
Romancing infinity is the trinity of withdrawal, spitting on the name that enlightens us all—bubbling greed.
--BITCH tempts me like a sales pitch, what do I do, my heart bites off more than it can chew.
Expressing my thoughts unravel the knots, that pickle the brain, to silence the arcane. I resent this pain.
 
Refrain
Unravelling the knots, connecting the dots, through decay, evil plots, the decline of morality rots. 
Unravelling the knots, connecting the dots, through decay, evil plots, the decline of morality rots. 
 
You ain’t perfect, there’s evil in you, craving debauchery, crucified to a lucky horseshoe.
Prophets preach that crooked speech, medicinal leech, milking that gullible grief-nullable relief.
--GLORY…(silence) ain’t moral, you fragile spark, accolades expire, soul for hire.
Dancing fools, follow the beat, to a song that warns you, of the future you doomed to repeat.
Expressing my thoughts unravel the knots, dream…(silence)  life is the ultimate scheme.
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What does phantom pain mean, and why is it a foolish terrain?
Episode #2 is 32min 01sec
Arcturian heart chakra sonics l 432 Hz music l Meditation music l Relaxation music by
​ARCTURIAN SOUND AND ENERGY HEALING
​"Brother be Gone" by Sardonic Poet

Mobb Deep Dark Type Beat - Alleyway | Dark Boom Bap Type Instrumental | Big L x Wu-Tang Clan by Raias Beats
 
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Brothers a number, a rudder, to navigate this trait, yearnings belong to no other.
I confide my soul to that makes me whole, his compassion is on parole, heart made of rented coal.
Blood is thicker than piss, interchangeable abyss, extinguishes the flame with a sizzling hiss.
Burnin ash dwindles, the flame of worth, the hope of our reunion rekindles.
 
Refrain
Phantom pain rinse the bane, brother be gone, the line is drawn.  I’m not your pawn.  Is stealing theft if the gullible give, phantom pain is foolish terrain.  Phantom pain is foolish terrain.  Phantom pain is foolish terrain.  Phantom pain is foolish terrain.  Phantom pain…Phantom pain. 
 
Pissin blood on dying ash, make my teeth grind, what did I say, what sin made me blind?
Hath not conscience guide morality, to honor bonds that swallows ponds.
Cherishing an ideal is not sustainable, that phantom pain is not explainable.
There is no guide to operate your pride, cut’em loose, like leaving behind your bride, change the tide.
 
Refrain
Phantom pain rinse the bane, brother be gone, the line is drawn.  I’m not your pawn.  Is stealing theft if the gullible give, phantom pain is foolish terrain.  Phantom pain is foolish terrain.  Phantom pain is foolish terrain.  Phantom pain is foolish.  Phantom pain…Phantom pain. 
 
Bitch stand on yo own feet, we ain’t married, I’m not you bride, pride should be carried.
Phantom pain is on you, I can’t fix it, I got it to, you didn’t have the IQ, so I withdrew.
In review…be a man, deal with your shit, the yarn of wisdom is made to fit. 
You are my pain, because I’m not your cane…brother YOU be gone because I’m not your cane.
 
Refrain
Phantom pain loves to complain, brother I’m gone, pick yo shit up off my lawn.  Is stealing theft if the gullible give, phantom pain is foolish terrain.  You my pain cause I’m not your cane.  I’m not your cane.  I’m not your cane.  Not yo cane…Not yo cane. 
 


"Listening swallows grief.”

- Sardonic Poet

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I ONLY KNOW WHAT I DON'T KNOW.

Talk to me and I will give you a truly alien perspective.

email

john.tuccitto@sardonicpoet.com
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phone

416.540.6737

address

Georgetown ON, CANADA
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  • About the Author
  • Videos
  • books
  • politics
  • The Dearth of Empathy
  • What is Sardonicism?
  • The Simulation of Doubt
  • Book Appointment