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Single EP for the song "Onyx"
"Onyx" appears on the LP "Fractalism" due January 29, 2013
Remixes by RedHat, goldenSpiral, and IndustrialDeath

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released 16 January 2013

"Onyx" written and produced by Mr. Manic
Vocals: Mr. Manic, Echo Endless
Vocal recording engineer: Timmy Dubs, Mr. Manic
Recorded and mixed at The Flesh Jungle
Additional recording and mixing at The Lab with Agent Zero

"Asperatus" written by Mr. Manic and Echo Endless
Produced by Mr. Manic
Vocals: Mr. Manic, Echo Endless
Vocal recording engineer: Mr. Manic
Recorded and mixed at The Flesh Jungle

Cover art by Mr. Manic, RedHat
Cover photography by Jamm [PB Jamm Productions]
Body art by Matt Deifer [Bodypaint.Me]

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FormConstant Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

FormConstant is a psychedelic hip hop project featuring Mr. Manic with vocal assistance from performer and make-up artist Echo Endless. Best viewed with the third eye, FormConstant consists of thoughtful, rhyme-intensive lyricism, atmospheric instrumentals, and other tricks of a sonic nature that are meant to confuse -and some times, frighten- but entice the human ear. ... more

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Track Name: Onyx
I'm made of...
Black stone with a crack in my bones that's packed with a foam substance like stacked silicone, tracking the clones with the sounds bouncing back from the zone
That I come from, wracked with the lack of a known DNA structure and it's packing a chrome, not a gun, why settle for a pistol? I'm speaking on the glow of a metal or a crystal
Leaking on the flow of the pedals of a wishful plant in a blissful dance in the midst of a trance caused by the radioactive impact of a meteor crash and the heat of the blast
Your CD, I'ma leave in the trash, alien genetics, seemingly brash, haze to the face, don't mean to be crass, lose control, squeezing her ass
Cruise control, feet on the dash, blues patrol, speed and I pass with weed and some hash in a bong and a freak with her ass in a thong, this has to be wrong
She has to belong to a whole other species, speaking of which, she's tweaking, a glitch in her system, I twist 'til she's leakin' a bit, then I'm space exploring deep in her, switch
Black stone, back bone made of diamond, not radio played or paid for rhyming, glowing glands that are made for shining
Showing strands displayed in a timing that you can catch, delayed and replayed, my chromosomes still move too fast, only thing quick enough to escape a black hole

Made of onyx, made of onyx, made onyx... black stone
Made of onyx, made of onyx, made of onyx... laying on a comet blazing chronic

Made of onyx, made of onyx, made of onyx... black stone
Made of onyx, made of onyx, made of onyx
All black everything

Radio waves, radioactive made me go practice, so for the day we go at it, you lose, suffering from those Gattaca blues
Got to weed out the genetically weak, those who can't intellectually speak, expect to be reached by the rays of a particle beam that I shot at you back in the days
Like five centuries ago, five hundred light years, intense be the glow, if his head wasn't so dense, he would know that a human like himself should repent to my flow
Xenomorph slipping through the pores of solid state wall made of solid slate, y'all couldn't tolerate all of the balanced weight sprawled and distributed to you in red bolts that'll make your head jolt
That's not a weapon, that's my thought, same thing goes for the bitch that you brought. One quick glance and her pants will convert to a liquid state or close when she squirts.
Fuck til it hurts, species mixing, touching her skirt, sneakily lifting it up with my fingers, poking and prodding, next thing you know, she's soaking and throbbing
I got mystical powers, quick to devour anything solid, liquid or gas, plasma flow, leaving them wheezing, asthma hoe

Made of onyx, made of onyx, made of onyx... black stone
Made of onyx, made of onyx, made of onyx... laying on a comet blazing chronic

Made of onyx, made of onyx, made of onyx... black stone
Made of onyx, made of onyx, made of onyx
All black everything

Radio waves bounce back from the zone that I come from, you'll get attacked with a tractor beam as it hones in when it phones in to the nearest satellite that's attached to the tone
To the back of the dome with a plasma reaper, atom splitter, chasm sweeper, fathom creatures from the darkest, deepest depths and I'm fathoms deeper
Rappers ain't shit nowadays, just a meme, what I mean is a scene full of cream puffs who dream stuff up based on what they see on tv, then lean up on a microphone and clean up
Off silly shit, really spitting idiotic idiosyncrasies, wouldn't think to be...
Just themselves, duplication of something else, like mitosis, split from a cell just to cash in a little bit from a sale
Fuck this shit, I'm blending in to the night time sky that I'm spinning in, black stone ascending when this blue planet's ending begins
Onyx
Track Name: Asperatus
100 downloads and I'll post the lyrics