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Inktober #31 - Devil's Night

AKA The Devil...

Cyberdevil... Aalasteir... take a seat! Grab a chair! Take a peek! Into my lair!

It's the devil yeah I come in running!
Looking stunning! Shining like the sun's abundance!
I look thirty-five but I'm really like five hundred! Thousand!
Since the eve of Eve, I've been shunning all peace...

I'm not shutting things down, these streets never sleep,
Beasts on the prowl, not just on Halloween's Eve,
I'm a seasoned vet, yeah I've seen some scenes,
You can't scare me with a bunch of mummies, you bunch of dummies...

I'm from another world where the love once plummeted!
Down to the bottom and nobody picked it up!
Now I ride with my grim reapers in a beat-up truck,
And howl at my legions of demons to rip it up!

Clad in a suit, impeccable shoes and tie!
If you look and see shoeshine, don't peel your eyes!
If you're in an office building in an elevator up!
And see a slender man in tailored due and cuffs!

You know you've come to the pit of control,
You're selling your soul, rebellion no more,
You'll be spelling out woe on your forehead,
This blasphemous moon in orbit, yeah...

Someday we'll rain blood down on your kin...
Going about their days like they're important...


Dormant beings on the edge of their seat!
Look at the government and media telling them what to eat!
Deciet has never been so easy! Just feed 'em the meat!
Burgers and fries! Till they stop being concerned with their life!

It's never been a secret that what people say!
Doesn't neccesarily have to be okay!
Everybody seems to believe since we're up so high!
We're better! We can't cheat, steal or lie! Haha...

The wars keep on brewing! Chemicals and pollution!
Media's the dealer! Everyone's always using!
But nobody steps up and saves the world!
They donate! Then they stay in church!

And go on with their lives and their lies,
They get bubbly inside, fall in love get a child,
Buy a house, get a car, take a plane, tame the skies,
And my time... has only started...

We're closing in on heaven - we're scraping the skies!
Getting ready to leave the world when it's vacant of life!
You can't ever get this high with a forklift!
But maybe you'll try? To save your kids...


Moonlight's playing on my frame!
Advocate's every day play my game!
I'm not in this for the money I'm not in this for the fame!
I just love to play, I love the pain...

This one night you try to take my swagger
I've a thousand lifetimes of snakes and ladders
Hiding behind curtains, holding people's daggers,
Thriving on your hurting, certain there's no candor,

I'm the host of the party I'm the man of the manor!
I'm the conquistador! The Spaniard with the lanyard and the bible!
Cause my call is to deceive and pry! So pray all you want to your meager sky!
I'm a charmer! A harmer! I'm anti-light!

And I'm the man that'll meet you in the afterlife!

This is... my night... yeaaah...

Take a seat! Grab a chair! Take a peek! Into my lair!

I'm always watching. I'm always... here...

Inktober #30 - The Revolution's Coming

AKA The Revolution, For The Revolution, Just Another Revolution, I'm In, Another Boom...


Boom! These are too good, for a rap mayhaps... but I'm in a mood... let's go... let's make this huge... Cyberdevil, James Heart, yeaaah...


The revolution's coming!
I can see the future riding in!
A bright wave on a misty morning!
In the distance unusual drumming!

The sky filling up with lightning bolts!
Striking people with a thousand volts!
Jolting them up from their slumber!
Been a slumber party too long! We're all sunburnt!

Eyes gouged out by cruel intentions!
Our brains fried out by new inventions!
No intervention's coming! Go fix your plumbing!
Take control or you'll miss the summit!

Where true folks gather around with new hope!
Standing on a mountain top in blue smoke!
Lightning striking us down like 'move over'!
How much can we handle of this? Who knows!


But we won't ever budge...
Only cronies can judge us...
Yet we're so out of touch...
We're killing our loved ones...

Like we don't need to live...
Or to see what we've built...
There's a sword deep inside us...
How do we handle our guilt...


And how to put a hand on our hilts and give way!
For the blade deep in our soul and live great!
Why do you feel you're dead but still ain't?
How to get out of your head and still shape?

The world with all the mental acuity only you
Imbue in me - I'm going for unity it is true,
Painstakingly - you NEVER walk with ease on a
Mountain! You're proving unruly and undue

But that's truance! That is the nuance you need to have!
To be who you need to be! Grab what you need to grab!
Take a foothold or a stab! The world is like a scab!
We keep poking at it, but it's only out of habit...

We can leave it to itself, we can hide here on a shelf,
Let it work it's own magic...


The revolution's coming!
I can see the future riding in!
A bright wave on a misty morning!
In the distance unusual drumming!

The sky filling up with lightning bolts!
Striking people with a thousand volts!
Jolting them up from their slumber!
Been a slumber party too long! We're all sunburnt!

But we won't ever budge...
Only cronies can judge us...
Yet we're so out of touch...
We're killing our loved ones...

Like we don't need to live...
Or to see what we've built...
There's a sword deep inside us...
How do we deal with our guilt...

And all the good that we've sold!
All the crops of our harvest!
All our purity - our hearts and souls
Are the seeds that we sow and then farm with!

And we feed it so willingly!
This machine of this evil instilled in
Our world, a machine that turns all our dreams...
Our being, our meaning is wilting!

But we will never budge an inch - we stand tall!
The tougher the climb the tougher the mind - that's all!

We're running from time! We're binding our souls!
To ugliness I! Wish I didn't know!
In search for ulterior motives and meanings!
We're molding ourselves into demons!

Ugly abominations but we're pilgrims!
We can turn our bodies! You can't kill them!
You can't break this bridge that we're building!
And we'll break away from your ceilings!

WE are the children of the revolution!
WE ride the wave! WE clear disillusion!
WE tell the truth! WE are the future!
WE are the teacher! WE are the tutor!

We're no superheroes but we've nerve!
To claim we're the carers for the Earth!
Whatever careers here we need to merge!
So we can breath this air without hurt!

I've heard enough, I know enough, I can't put it all...
Into words

But I'm trying, this is a first...

I'm in.

Inktober #29 - Halloween In Sweden

AKA The Killer Halloween Groove, Halloween, Dynamic Duo SE...

Ey! Cyberdevil! Cyberdevil! Cyberdevil! On that level! Rocking steady! Every day...

Cyberdevil and Epifon! 311!
Droppin' bombs! Both veterans in the wrecking room!
Destined to collab I guess! Since I'm here in Stockholm!
Epifon I don't know but Sweden is small and hella long!

Both repertoire's big and bangin'! Hey NG fam!
Shout out @Kolumbo from the Kingdom of Serbs, Croats and Slovenes!
Back from the FDS days! When NG was on no map!
Now we've got the dopest flows and rappers EVER! Bring it back!

Will it last? The Hallowed Eve's coming up!
Evil demons and feeble legions be seeping up through the rough!
While I'm here emceeing and feeling seemingly stuck in these ruts!
Blood-sucking beasts and cetuses feed on us like fetuses

That's what up! How can I even preach?
While the streets are filling up with these freaks and zombies?
Put a leash on those brain-eating, anti-Eden children
What's the world coming to? I thought we were going vegan!

What will happen to our freedom? What will happen to our RIGHTS?!
Though it's not like we've had a lot of that in our lives
At least these politicians might be ripe for demise
Maybe we'll see a new world after these bleak nights...


It's Halloweeeen! Every day's a dream!
Dry-sucking succubi chilling by the coffee machine!
We got mummies we got knights! We got bloody poltergeists!
We've got pirates in real life! We got Knives! We got Scythes!

We've got demons we've got pumpkins! We've done a whole lot of carving!
We're harming these plump farm things in a way that is alarming!
Pumpkin lobotomies are commonplace in these parts!
And we call this kind of ungodly undulating 'doing art'

We've got ghosts! We got mummies! We've got all kinds of dummies!
We've got folks who dress up like a carrot or an onion!
Like Blue Beetle! Like a needle! Like a cheese! Maybe Brie?
Whatever you can think of - you probably can see

And we got Skype! We got Zoom! We've got all kind of rooms!
Online where you can join in if you live in Sweden too!
And all this Halloween stuff never really ensues!
We're party poopers all of us here! I need to move.

Cyberdevil. Epifon! 311.

At least we got a killer Halloween groove!

Oooohohhoohooho... yo.

Inktober #28 - Pool Party

AKA The Cool One, The Pool One, Pool All, At The Pool, Pool Jam...

Yeaah... a cool one after yesterday!
Cooling off. After the wrecking rage.
Cyberdevil. Jabun with a ready-made.
EM-1... b36... this is it! This a hit!
That it is! Let us let it play, ey...

(here we go yo)

Smooth and soft. Like a Chevrolet.
Riding around these Grounds. Every day.
Fuming off the top of my head - tonsils popping and red -
But in bed I ain't!

Cold can't keep me from my music!
You speak in tunes! I hear it! I too speak!
Two sounds meet and it's truly congruant.
I view this as fucking cool. And human.

It's a movement... it's a thing that goes round!
Every year when I'm here I keep spinning my sounds!
Not nearly as much as I would like - I huff on the mic,
In a rush for a month and then - scuff to the side!

Time in the spotlight's done, with that plot I run,
Oxygen stops, blood clots and my fun drops off
For the winter as I tend to my indoor living and
Fend off the many women who want manly men with them (in my head!)

Feels like a sin to stay silent. Gotta keep speaking.
Wrecking havoc at peak times - least on the weekend,
Musique is truly a beauty - beautiful to me
Like the lush forests in North Sweden I'm elluding

When I'm here in my little row house, holed down
Notes out, prose drops dramatically when I roll South
But I gotta push that habit, I gotta jam with
My friends and fellow NG fam as often as I eat a sandwich

Is it a sin to stay silent if you're in a crowd?
Don't be violent! Open your mouth and let it out man.
World would be a better place if instead of pepperspray
We step aside and say 'you first' or 'cheers' or 'here's to better days'

Let the rage rain away with this cool...
Let the music be the tool you need to pool all feuds...
And there's no feuding in a pool man, we're truly human
When we pool together and do thangs, yeah!


I don't know if this flow's warm or cold!
Is ambience a wharf or a warmth in your bones?
It's unknown! It's a mystery like what Napoleon
Had in his pocket. Chapstick? Lockpick? Poems?

Maybe a locket. A memory of better days.
We all want rockets. To send us to a better place.
Like there's in outer space a mountain to raze.
Full of minerals and gold that can buy us a vase.

Our priorities are skewed like we're playing with Ames Room
It's strange how we race through life
Like our strife's just spacial, surfacial
Superficial like Pilates compared to say Plato, yeah....

And do we join Nato? What's an artist for?
If not to paint a little nuance on the art of war?
I'd rather chill and level up my Gardevoir
In my bedroom while the Martians storm, and start reforms

Maybe if we know we're comparatively dumb
And aliens can flatten our planet with just a thumb
We'll be just a little humbled, and sit around as one
Pool party y'all. Pool all of our glum and just...

Be happy we're alive huh! Jabba the Hut survivors! Fake idols to bridals!
Beanies and waterbottles. Stop relying on the lotto! If you are. Work hard. That's my motto!
And Jabun killing it with the groovebox! KORG EM-1, live jam! My man! Hella fun!
Feel like I'm sitting on an elaphant. What a ride - what I relish - what a vibe!

Smooth still, let it sliiide...

Yeaaah! Cyberdevil. Jabun.


Inktober #27 - Rockstar Inc

AKA Dreaming, The State Of All, Rockstar Ink...

Cyberdevil! Mimeo!
Uh! Here we go, yo!

Olschool! Rock and roll dude!
Let's stroll this road too, yeaaaah!
Throw some worldview, off the verdure...


Dreaming... of a world where I make more money than the average bloke
But as soon as I dream such things I feel evil seething and I'm glad that I am more woke.
Though the anti-woke movement killed the waking movement in that word like Coke killed Mary.
I just hope you keep an open stereo, and blare out the music that spoke to you really! (LOUD)

( I'm just a nobody with old shoes!
Going all Inktober with these dope tunes!
Staying in these rags like I'm an old dude!
Bagging the prose in those like it's a dope room!

Here with Eamon! Improv demon!
Rockstar lean with the strings - I screaming!
Kings of The City with the meanest meanings!
Bleed these speakers! Feel defiance!

I don't really know!
What I'm doing with my life, but the world it rolls, so here we go!
I just want control!
I keep following the vibe like I lost my soul - know it's not optimal!
All that really is!
Is a chase for the grit, the rush, the riffs - relics of our tripping!
Will it ever fit?
The wig you wear! It's hairy in here and my beard is slipping!


The world is in a bad place these days!
All these trials and tribulations we face!
Say we keep evil at bay but the ocean's rocking!
Bigots in bungalows filling open pockets!

The road to fortune's lined with regrets!
All these dominoes on the streets!
Filing down to this hole on the ground - strolling with crowns -
Shake or a frown and it's off to the deep end!


I just want to emcee, I want to be free,
I feel beats like a Morse code *beep beep*,
Living dazed like I wake from a deep sleep always.
But my deep state's secret!

In the Matrix acting like a beatnik.
See no purpose in anything - no meaning.
Beyond emceeing I keep scheming in Stockholm.
I always write so I hope I'm not wrong yeaaah...

Inktober #26 - We Were Crazy Once

AKA Crazy Drums...

Yeah! Cyberdevil, MrKuivahiiva.... We once were, a little, out there... yeah.

I was crazy once! When I played my drums!
Got a marching band tom up in fourth grade!
I have a djembe now! Asked for a bongo but
The folks got me a drum I didn't want - it's strong as fuck though!

And what the fuck you know! Of drumming a pot or stove!
Of drumming on your own chest till you crack a rib!
That really happened kids! Harry Mack might've done it better
Me I rap and I stack Inktober tracks like Pharrell madder chedder

Always was a go-getter! When I was in my dreams!
Another life might've been a Finn or in a guillotine!
We always were a little crazy! Us banal and bitter Swedes!
Ever feel the rage flush your face when the wisdom leaves?

I don't know if I ever felt that though...
Only get a little crazy when I rap and tap into a mad flow!
But even real young when my fare here had just begun...
I got psyched when I heard the drum drum drum.

I mean psychotic and insane! Binging chips like I can't gain!
Fat like I stashed twenty bags in my labcoat!
Factoids floating out my ears - and in that dope!
Bop bop! That is what I want on my last woke!

I mean wake - woke is over. It's too late!

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