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-Written by ZAF

-Narrated by ZAF

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-Written by ARV & 8tATE HYE

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From H V B R- HIGH VOLUME BEELAASH RECORDINGS- THE 5 MINUTE MIND WITH ZAF is:

-Written by ZAF

-Narrated by ZAF

-Recording engineer GLENN SCHWARTZ

-EP & SHOW CREATOR ARV

-Recorded @ NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO, NC

-Music used throughout this show is JAZZY SUNSET from SFRBEATS.COM

*The first piece of music used for this welcome episode is VOCAL DEPTHS from SFRBEATS.COM

Bars from the struggle & network announcement/show update.

ANNOUNCER-ZAF

RECORDING ENGINEER- GLENN SCHWARTZ

This show is recorded at Night Sound Studios in CARRBORO, NC.

Wave the instrumental in this trailer is from sfrbeats.com

EP 29 BADRUNESSA'S RUNT SEASON FINALE.

WE WILL BE BACK IN 2021 FOR SEASON 2 & 3. 

TO EVERYONE WHO HAS LISTENED TO THIS SHOW-MAJOR LOVE. 

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S1 ep 29- BADRUNESSA'S RUNT/ this thing we're pursuing

We'll stay running it up. They emerged from the heap of ashy skin, that imperfect leather. The engine room 'green' would flake 'off the wall', chips of paint laying on top bedsheets next to crumbs of spicy tomato flavored potato crackers; he promised to 'work day and night' to restore the shells of those walls. Road no. 19 housed their family heirloom, ounish number was torn down before he could make good on his promise. 

Choudhurani had high expectations for her lot. He couldn't make good on a promise to himself, to be in the company of Choudhurani's expectations was too daunting of a demand for him to address. Education was a requisite to meet those expectations, she would remind him of her demands with the word 'certificate'. 

A child born to sponge the arts, he soaked up hip hop, consumed it, imbibed the culture, went to Sister Clara Muhammad's, thought of himself as Detroit Red, in a room of one he was a certified G. When G-Granny, Badrunessa asked for updates regarding his 'certificate' he was diminished to an O, a zero in bangla we called that goal. We've all got goals, but to be one, that ain't the movement. Stillborn aspirations kill bravado. 

Open rooftops under the shade of coconut leaves that's God's sovereignty. God's people the poor, were under Badrunessa's care; they would clamor at the gates of ounish no. with tin vessels, and torn sari's outstretched in the hopes of receiving blessings. Blessings manifested themselves as staples, rice and such. He was dispatched as Badrunessa's emissary, employed with the distribution of those staples. She would guide him, "pour the grains in 'gently', give them some 'taka'(cash) be discreet, they may be in need, but you need to give them respect."
She was grooming him, for what? That has yet to be realized.

If we seen it how you seen it
We wouldn't be here cleaning 
Long way to go
Trynna get us on
What I'm really doing?
It don't roll where you want
Lot of things to tell us
Done roll the eyes whatever 
Its shit that I'm that dodging
Knees shake about him
You lone em them lord
Tell em prayers equal more
5 times and 5 percenters
My mind don't know no better 
Boy I can't hold your head up
Not asking for guilt 
Just know what we built 
Forward the motion 
Know where to open
We'll work out on both ends
Hopefully fingers crossed 
No need to bring it up
We going through 
We'll hold it cool it
X X 0 
Got a Lambo damn
Big bank roll on that matel man
Lot lives they livin
Our minds ain't in it
Don't worry about who blessed 
Or who God got up next
Hashing get it girl
Click click live thier world
Fuck I look like 
Putting my life on ice
With cold blooded likes 
Smiley face emoji 
Ya'll don't really know me
I don't really know me
Back up into low key
Bump me up some old things
Bump bump bump it up
Things keep poppin up
Hope he got eye on us

Whats up you never watch 
The doors got different locks 
Been on through different ways
Aint no one in a daze
9-5 livin
The top down get it
You know we ain't no poster child
Look at us we older now
No known replacements
Yount own your notion 
Cold operation(s)
What the fuck you chasin
No one own life 
To give it up to the sky
I mean you can't afford change 
But we holding all lanes
Don't you rise to listen 
Ain't no amount of living 
Can go and get you with it
He was throwing out em dishes
You was going about ambition
Don't you answer to the fog
What dis battle and dis war
Do they hold hands if you fall
Ain't no one going off
So and so is on
And you rolling on the lawn
Boy you better go to mom 
Don't you ever 
Rock your head up 
Finger rolling you know better 
Use to hold it or whatever 

That guilt is daunting 
It build up nonsense 
Been holding on it 
The world you dodging 
So alarming 
 

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
NIGHT WORLD IS RECORDED AT NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO NORTH CAROLINA. DREAMY GHOST is the instrumental used in today's episode (#29) it is from SFRBEATS.COM

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TUNE IN TOMORROW SAT, DEC 19 2020 FOR THE SECOND EPISODE OF OUR SEASON FINALE.

ep 28- THIS IS THE FIRST OF TWO EPISODES FOR OUR SEASON FINALE. WE WILL BE BACK IN 2021 FOR SEASON 2 & 3. 

WE APPRECIATE EVERYONE WHO HAS LISTENED TO THIS SHOW & THOSE WHO HAVE GIVEN US THEIR TIME & ADVICE, AND NOTES. A BIG SHOUT-OUT TO OUR RECORDING ENGINEER GLENN SCHWARTZ.

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S1 ep 28- CORPUS: LEFT HAND RELEASED

The bottom line is you slipping
Can't go along indifferent 
Hit the five alarm its chilly
Ooo it frigid
You don't listen 
Choose some distance 
Mark that line
Chalk the floor watch them signs 
It's the shore or them skies

Rock paper siccsors 
You ain't never gon deliever
Bow out
And blow south
And Those routes 
And your doubts
Make out
And you now
In a picture that you wasn't with
Learn to float above this shit
So and so is on the lift
Bend it low put on the drip
No budget 
Ain't no money 
Ain't no one me
I know I beat
The stares
Got me wrong, I give no damn
They say poppa from the sand
I take one look at my hand
It's that word I understand 
Got me flowing in my bag
Got me thinking that I'm bad
Shamone with it 
I'm gone with it
I'm born with it
A blemish 
Pick forms that be so daring
I know I need some caring 

Lullaby babies 
think I come from the 80's
I'm finna bust out them day dreams
And live on
And get sauced
And this shock
A real loss
I did lot
Haven't done enough 
Lord I need to run it up
Boy I need to buckle up
Why they wanna tie us down
No I don't deny the sounds
Know I want the higher ground
Bare feet and frozen
I hoped that we'd keep us golden 

Pony boy
The bitter void
This in't choice
You greasy 
Tell me all that you need
Does it start with the feed
Had to nourish the seed
I been going off E
Had loosen the leash
Had to take care body

Recalibrate the muafucka 
Prove that I really love ya
Don't think that we don't fuck up

Took an easel to his construction. They were gonna build the motherfucker better. They were determined to do as much. Components used for the build had similarities with the architects themselves.
In an effort to apprehend his senses they dismantled his surroundings, the bare metal frame of innocence, of youth would provide the base for a sound restructuring.
Maybe you won't learn today, but boy you gonna learn some day.

Some days are fulfilling, some days require grind, some call for a piece of mind. He lived under a rock, that phrase broke him to bits, that pressure suffocated him. Gasping for release, and reaching for relief he had to be someone other than his blueprint. He came to a decision formed it to a plan, one in which he would evert the bullshit, the pressure, the guidance of the architects, he took a sledgehammer to the buttresses of the family structure, he'd become the foundation for his own possibilities.


This ain't no fly by night shit 
Going at it nightly
Lot a ways to chase it
Don't go waste it
My mind in motion 
All round erosion 
Step back and you should know this
That ain't where you going 
Those lights cynics
Goals authentic 
Slow cold dinner 
If door don't hit you 
Then you pourin out the mixture
Lot thing go in it
Dis a green zone innit 
I don't mean no injury 
I don't 
I keep nice
You know
What we like

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
NIGHT WORLD IS RECORDED AT NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO NORTH CAROLINA. JILLY is the instrumental used in today's episode (#28) it is from SFRBEATS.COM

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S1 ep 27- DECAY

Move, move a way
Lot a room, room to make
Hit it hit it hard
Get a hold take the charge
I been dropping the lowest
Hoping I could just hold it
Got a way to the door
Hop into space and I'm gone
We in to life collect data
Show me the righteous way up
C'est la vie on em envies 
Heart to my grannies
Pay a rate that outlandish 
Chuck the duce and feign manners-
Landing in the moment 
Born to play the foreigner
No one of 
Our Ilk
Got it smooth like silk
Back, back a way
Ain't slow enough to slave
Randomly floating
Got my hands wrapped around both ends
I face the door 
And chase it all
Ain't nothing to slow it, don't say I bite
Play it nice
To stay on ice
That ain't right

Why you holding it
They ain't hurting in side
You ball your fist it's midnight 
On, you never on
Them voice(s), they never wrong
You know you ain't no toy
Them boards don't get your point
It's annoying 
No one in side 
Riding on a thin line
I don't want a dim light
I don't oun't oun't oun't 
Off of emotion
I done chased all it
They got what they wanted
I doubt that they want it all

We have doubled up on bullshit, let's double down on "we're not doing this no more". Rifling through the back channels of who dunnit? You always seem to be moving in a tizzy. Does it madder who dun' what? The "WHAT" now "IS" and you need to keep moving.

-That is it! It's just it...I'm not moving, I am going through motions, motions I'm in tune with, mostly-but mostly there's a disconnect. This disconnect isn't solely reserved for me, don't seem that way. Luke warm swiss miss, Hallmark channel dreamscapes, I'm not sure how long these heralds of escape can anchor someone, me. 

I've seen Frasier so many times. The first dozen runs of viewing, I'll ride that off to the writing, to the cast. I'm repeating that with the Big Bang Theory, the attempt to flee into another world. I'm so tuned in, so I can be so tuned out. Let's go back to Frasier, that show captured me when I was an eight year old boy occupying a single bedroom apartment; the "thali" was split between my brother, myself, our rents', and a community of cocklouches, as the building manager would spell them; she gave her word, she was constantly "splaying" to rid the building of those antennae hippies. That flat, Frasier's condo, his world, the accessories to his world was magic. Broomsticks are used to clear the scene of a Raid massacre, maa was too trigger happy.

I convinced myself the more I was tuned into the world of Frasier, I'd be able to calibrate mine to sync with that wave. My existence ebbs opposite. Frasier, The Big Bang Theory were the appeasers of my escape, this fluff now is the agitator of my uneasiness. 

Frasier and his old man constantly clashed, differentiating ideologies born of class structure. Frasier, Niles, the two brothers were the seeds of Martin, to me they seemed to be the fruit occupying the highest branch. Martin was mulch, the elderly thing decaying, inhabiting a decaying recliner housed in the highest branch. We clash with our father, we sit on no particular tier, clashes born of uncertainty, born of the need to grasp on to something. These clashes feel like decaying; the process of decaying is an element in the surgance of life, these clashes aren't that, they're just decay feeding into decay.

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
NIGHT WORLD IS RECORDED AT NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO NORTH CAROLINA. EMPIRES FALL is the instrumental used in today's episode (#27) it is from SFRBEATS.COM

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S1 ep 26- ON 2020 & SUCH

Flotsam. Disparate vessels made to float among the wreckage of the great experiment. The middle class bent to remain poised, to keep afloat. It's been so shaky, I gotta tell you, damn awareness don't seem like the best fit. I like the idea of known unknowns. Someone feel some type of way, but it, them feelings, them thoughts don't surface, they're there, you know it, you don't see it, so, well so...
These past four and a half years hadn't been that. That burgeoning courage from what seems like the otherside of the union-who sure as hell has a voice; those vocal cords get plenty of exercise.

Slipping one way or another 
Got many on my brothers
Break four ways
Ain't getting out this lane
Collect all data
AE gators
Style got you throwed
Mans on a roll
They made to break the boys
Come up with no choice
Lot of way to lay down
The long way out
May we find the motion
Brake up make up more ends
Wait up ate up all em
The race a made uh ballers
Midnight zone, a few years fresher
No known effort 
When you going off a pressure
At least you chased it
The long gone safety
In a roundabout nation
Been wearing masks
How you think we made to last
Talks cover skin
Your environment 
Code switchin'
Roll different 
No difference 
Nose itching 
Don't give in
Hold rythm 
Dull living 
If I were to act out low
Then that'll reach your goal
If God got you chose
Then my time ain't gold
2020 ain't no love
Turn the radio up
I need to lift the mud 
Got me Jonesing for those drugs
2021 
Gotta be the best year
I mean the venom gon' lift
I mean Agent orange Ain't gon be holding 
No shift 
Keep it simple 
Blue skies, clear mental
Long lines shift levels

We are constantly running to the future, without fully working the past. These phones, thingamajigs, doohickeys they give access they don't cure. Our age of technology allows simplicity, the ability to navigate modern life in a streamlined fashion, this reality this "Livin In America" is convoluted than a muafucker, it has been since ever.

Are active ignorance and hate the same? Is ignorance hate realised? Gotta tell ya it is
easy to be ignorant, too easy to be ignant at this juncture of our humanity. It's also easy to qualify that ignorance as erudition, opposites don't attract, they flog one another, verbal jousts, hand to hand combat on a field of pixels. Lookin' up things don't qualify one as learned, as I've pointed out before access remove access.

That spliff was running out of juice, didn't hit the same. Goodbye to that speckled dysentery. I hadn't known a rube could be a slicker. Maybe we can begin to treat a pock-marked America. America always had pock-marks. Blemishes usually aren't handicaps, usually they aren't.

I'm not sure if it is hope, or desperation, or a collective case of "let's roll the dice and see what happens," that drove Americans to vote. Personally I was exhausted, I am exhausted, but I did it, perhaps herd motivation. I'm not proud of it either, voting, more like a whatever whatever. 
Not really exhausted with America itself, exhausted as an "other" in America, you know the unambiguous ambiguous box a person checks to mark themselves.

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
NIGHT WORLD IS RECORDED AT NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO NORTH CAROLINA. JAZZY SUNSET is the instrumental used in today's episode (#26) it is from SFRBEATS.COM

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S1 ep 25- PROCESSES

Sprout a couple of chest hairs
Yeah we've been there
Peach fuzz
Knee socks on rugs
Don't confuse the space for love
Learning cool.
Is that all we do.
Take up lanes, drain the pool.
Go head' soak it up
Worn days they'll open up
We've tried what you've tired 
Done that slide
Waste those hours 
Slid much lower
I been got growd' up
Probably no
Right by the stove
Cast Iron kettle 
Steep the mate peak my levels
Hit the row machine 
Work the whole of me
Goats milk soap
And barbour coats
We'll find our way
ándale
On the day
Of your conception
We packed the floors and cleared out dressers
Warred with stars and fought for leverage
It ain't get no better 
But whatever 
Atleast you're here
The boards not clear
The vision maps
They overlap 
How we to suppose' to snack
On a open bag
Of stale chips
With paste lips 
Can't taste it
The sweet divine 
We on the the climb
They in decline 
We entered time
Now we hostage 
To hours and seconds we locked in
Hmm...
Let's dance 
Start with two in a band
Began as boys now its you and your mans
Quilted puffers
Create these buffers
The winter cold, and you waan' buck up
The summer cold and you feelin flustered 
Agitated 
All that basic
Run like ascis 
Cot I lay in
Got like eight inch
Off the ground 
When you come back around
Then we angle out
There's degrees to this shit
Please believe 
We want the heat
Been under fire
We all got ire
But what to do
If the resolution pain, then what you move?
It seem like it ain't going nowhere 
Trip to Australia couldn't clear up the air
Our Function dysfunction 
You bag up a month then
See what it do
A morning or two
Could offer sunshine
Beyond the windows distant echos of drumlines
The past will beat
Actually 
So does the present the future 
When rumors become suitors
Ain't nothing to do but 
Mind your business 
Thoughts and wishes
Were often given
But never received 
Let it go with the with breeze 
Ground you in reality talk you things
You say it's just talk not actionable please
Talks themselves are an actionable thing


Zaf-
Drift, drift on. Drift into denial. Drift into that lull, that break between movement and thoughts. What gives you respite? Fresh roasted coffee beans, I grind them daily, take refuge in that operation. A series of actions to fulfill a whole, processes guide function. 

You ever see a car burning on the road? That's some shit. I've seen it a few times over the last year, don't know what it means, or what it means for me. I guess it dosen't have to mean anything beyond what it is, a car on fire, cars on fire. There was a 4runner stuck on the bridge right outside the 540 going up in flames. I wanted to take a picture, capture it, that destruction the process of it, it looked beautiful. The flame would go out at some point, I wanted the moment to exist in perpetuity for me. Between navigating a left turn, trying to position the phone with my right hand and thinking "is this right man?" I opted out. I could have drifted in the lane of my urges, I often do, I often don't. That process of realization then action, I wonder how it played out for the owner of that 4runner.

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
NIGHT WORLD IS RECORDED AT NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO NORTH CAROLINA. Black Cherries is the instrumental used in today's episode (#25) it is from SFRBEATS.COM

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S1 ep 24- CORPUS: LEFT  ARM PART I

Zaf-

Baby I can't get you to get me down.

(Wait atleast 5 seconds)

Your face hit the pavement, didn't it?

>PAUSE

Eh, it did. You require some frozen peas or sumthin'?
Wait, I got a frozen lamb shank, serves the same purpose, you in?

A sullen face with pursed lips tight as an abalone's shell, existed at a slope.

We've all had our chin down at a point or another.

Do you recognize pain as a prolific player.
Lifeless inhabiting life, a weird occupant.

You want the sun the moon rise
You can't get low you bat eyes
Fuck would I bring it
If couldn't mean it
You talking the meanest 
But walking the leanest 
Thank God for adidas 
And all of these sneakers 
They lift you from creature 
Asend you to speaker


Zaf- 

Baby I can't get you to get me down.

He took up trails, things he thought perhaps were bequeathed to and saved for The Whites, the more economically fluid, are them folks one in the same? It seem that way, don't it.

He spent three days relegated to tubes and wires, a man with life forced to imitate the lifeless things, objects. The thing about life as many note is we use our own lives as currency to accumulate objects, at some point in this exchange we evolve to things.

So there he was wired up, held captive by the beeps, atleast they signaled life, his life, he was still in it.

Arv-
I fight for a shot at the morning
Do you what you do I can't call it
Metronomes
Telephones
Held from home
How I get this low
Define it
Align with
The lines that
Sit in my veins
The blood gonna stain
Watch how you stick it
A fatty liver
The facts in the mirror 
Spell out 
Just give up


Zaf-

He took up trails, things he thought were saved for retirement. He took up trails, things he thought were kept for those blessed with leisure. He took up trails, things he thought existed for those who had reasons to exist. Innit true that existence within itself is reason enough to perpetuate life to the extent of control and will?
It is true that depression plagues will? If the backdrop was sunshine and fields of lavander we would actively disinherit bad juju. Often we find ourselves dwelling under the watchful eyes of facades those austere things inhabit many forms- buildings, people, institutions, groups, the animate, the inanimate. Does gaze equate to pressure? Everyone and everything is subject to observation, even the isolated;
he looked upon himself, perhaps God observed him.

Arv-
These hands these feet
These pants on me
My anger beast
We can't go eat
On self 
You yell
All hell
Who be looking 
I can't know
Plus the hold 
Getting more
I empty my store
And beckon these doors
To open up more
I need me some space
I need me a chance
Look at my race
Where'd you think that I'd land?

Head preaching gospel 
Don't let him talk more
All of it awful 
Don't you go waffle 
Be sure of your man's 
Who got your plans
Know where you stand.

Zaf- 

Action does not always mirror intent and that is where mishaps dwell. He wasn't really sure where he stood, or who he stood under. Being a shadow is taxing, it means you are a fragment of a whole, it means you are a pice of the identity in some insignificant way, but never the identifier. 
Bitch you was almost in a coma, you made the decision to give your self to awareness, to live under the lamp of of consciousness, bitch you was almost in a coma what kind of hell would that have been.

There was an ivy lodged in your right arm, it existed at an angle. Those three days became the whole of life. Whoever administered it, stuck it wrong. How you've dispensed your life to that point, you've struck it wrong. 

Left arm, why are you a slave to your position? Left arm why do endure your station? Left arm do you think we were meant to be subjugated to our roles? Roles change, roles take on greater significance beyond their origin. You are you, that should be enough. Within the realm of you there is a great array of diversity, you have to seek versions of yourself, you have to achieve higher versions of yourself, you have to exit lower versions of yourself.
Maybe the idea of fighting oppression, changing outlook and consciousness, inhabiting better is a luxurious aspiration, maybe it reserved for them western folks. 
How many times you arm yourself with "I will" and then "you don't", but listen here muafucka' you gotta. If you gotta be here and you indeed are here define yourself, but acknowledge your environment, respect it, because your environment plays into your movements, that don't mean you can't move, it just means you gotta know, it means you gotta seek to know, foster awareness.

Arv-
I unplugged myself to be plugged in
Born with a face for no loving
Asethetics 
Pathetic
You pray for some profits
You don't pocket
Objects
Mindset
Mindless
20's they all leave
The fall leaves
Lay wasted
You are what you tasted
Taste it
Take it
Figure
Bigger 
Build up
Heal up 
On the heels of
Change
You do you 
Till you don't sustain


Zaf-

A part of a whole, everything is a part of a whole. Parts, components are significant too. He took up trails. He took up trails. He took up trails, began walking, began seeding himself back into existence. 

Baby I can't get you to get me down.

SEASON 1 LOOKING THROUGH THE TUNNEL.
NIGHT WORLD IS RECORDED AT NIGHT SOUND STUDIOS IN CARRBORO NORTH CAROLINA. Jazz Berries is the instrumental used in today's episode (#24) it is from SFRBEATS.COM

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