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1. |
Perfect
03:09
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Ch. (x2)
What's the second act after perfect?
What's the next path once you've murked it?
Can you even what trust they say?
Do they even know what they've relayed?
V1.
...This isn't homage or parody
Toxic male culture claims rapping over therapy
these corvette verses stay racing down suburban streets
Glad I'm ever sober, don't desire bourbon neat
Somehow he's a workin NEET, paradox upon his feet
Cannot rest upon his feats, gotta keep the code elite
Can't claim home, gotta stay running bases
Never Basic with BASIC, just ASICs and blue faces
...The real talk everybody's running from
Elocution fails none know where he's coming from
Verses in third person ain't workin to connect the dots
Need electrocution to get it through despite the shock
The cornball cliches coming from a mile away
Exasperatin always, people say the style's played
We're passed debatin, okay? Face it or just runaway
Kanye went west, but escape's not in estates
V2.
... The magic of mania isn't lost on me
Rappers gab about their bag but it's a colostomy
Too grotesque in the accomplishments they share
Proud of all their lows, tryin to oversell despair
Or hide behind a coating of pop culture properties
Cause they can't be relatable in other ways probably
Stuck in their ways too attached like viscosity
Hustle backwards all day, it's their own atrocity
... The irony not lost on myself
Self critique better targeted than at anyone else
Tryin to take shots, reverse time and dodge that
Then self-immolate with my caustic blog raps
So slept on I'm a bed for communities
And too damn meta like Abed in Community
Unable to tell a new tale past biography
My past date poetry was always all apologies
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2. |
Want It All Back
03:41
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ch. (x2)
smiles blind in a glow of a sunset
gladly go back cause i ain't won yet
...so i want it all back
because it's all i ever wanted
v1.
Otaku til my death, just a born con lover
I know full well all the nerds are on others
Never once the best when I shout or song mutter
I am just that geek dude who covers Don Glover
Besides I love these girls even when they act out
Alpha would be omega, why should I back out?
Your resistance only makes things harder
So my institance only takes things farther
No grammar club, so no alternate ending
People told me, "it's your fault not trending"
Choose one hustle, and forget variety
Other dreams scuttled like space based society
Astronaut anyone just a programmer right
Who can learn languages in his pajamas right?
No, I will rage against the dying of my own light
And pick every battle to succeed at my own fights
v2.
Funny I can't speak it, but I can freestyle it
Type it out in verses, but I can't profile it
Recorded it on drives, but otherwise choked up
I wish I could explain, but my signal broke up
But the simple fact is, I just want to make beats
Leave the programming to the shut ins and NEETs
I wanna stage, an ultrabook and some blu rays
Perform live tomorrow, and write reviews today
I just want sushi with friends who hate another
That's peanut butter crazy, I know I'm a nutter
Cause I know these people cut the ties at scorn's height
Wish I could destroy it all like my name's Zorndyke
Maybe it's for the best, I've changed and grown
So have all the rest of them, and yet I feel alone
It's like the confidants that gave confidence have left me
But I was the one who moved, tossed it out like heftys
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3. |
Weak Fear To Tread
02:48
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Ch.
Light me up but I said what I said
Plenty talk drama can't stand in my stead
Living rent free inside of their heads
Cause I just stroll where the weak fear to tread
V1.
time to show y'all homes, but not doin a walkthrough
science deity of mics, spit like little washu
think you run the zone, but watch who to talk to
locked in so hype? naw, leggo of the blocks dude
talkin cash shit, but haven't heard half a word's worth
records stored but no hits, mine built outta bird chirps
elegance but no wit, dyin in ya slurred verbs
why I'd even chill here? nevamind ya scurred nerds
upon a level that ya can't even contemplate
not braggadocio I never gotta compensate
y'all went enjo kosai, if y'all ever go on dates
can't knock their hustle, exploitin' ya reprobates
hookin' back to crooked paths like you cookin' math
upset with my statements but I never took it back
said it with my chest even put under duress
I'll never recant, y'all can never pass the test
V2.
Critiques from craniums, concaved not convex
Gabbin' sans consent like VAs chasin' con sex
So disgustin' right? Checkin' for ya listenin'
Truthfully I wonder if ya neurons ever glitterin'
Can't blame youtuber kids for settin' different roots
Punchin divots on the lids, insistin' on their truths
Putting subs & images up so y'all get points
I'd rather get some dubs & then dip out this joint
Barely got it made with ya sukiyaki flows
"But..." blasted everywhere lookin' like bukkake shows
But it never sticks, just rinses off like soap
Guessed it's too Dialed in, antiseptic, didn't float
On the next one, modest, never too Jay
Too much baggage, yet I never pack a suitcase
Every scenes set dressin', 2D and two faced
Petty dreams? confessin'? Ya I keep it truth based
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4. |
Nodes
03:15
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Ch. X2
... Tired of these packages and nodes
... These dependencies they forever grow
... And they'll never let us go
Don't know what we're reaping when we sow
V1.
The framework too complex and tangled there
Don't know how to react when the vue is too angular
Some said to smoke and think on it, do a jQuery
But that's never been my template, because I K worry
Too many strike outs so then I just strike through
Try to recast but never fitting the type dude
Try to use sass but then people don't like you
Acting too smart when the device is a light, dude
Get it?
Told to drop the metaphors, stop speakin in code
Told em I speak plainly, own fault if ya dunno
All the layers I'm linking together into a cypher
Real me stays encrypted yet baring my true desires
Really spitting data, it's fire based
Never chasing tokens, that's an ignorant liars chase
Scope excludes tomorrow, only act on today
Disappointed in peers who just connect to get paid
V2.
No malice or love, no passion or hatred
We can't even know that, networks are obfuscated
Hide behind a black box, swerving liability
Maybe we are same, cause either way it's killing me
Fatal errors keep coming up all around me
Engineers never imagined, sleeping soundly
Consequences of functions that barely do
Should keep people at night, yeah it's that scary dude
Even Frankenstein's monster had a brain that's human
We don't understand what these machines're doing
Wait, they can't even perceive anything of their self
Yet we put them in service to help everyone else
To pretend and act like externalities
Can ever be enumerated for the realities
Of the existence of me or anything that I make
Unit tests contradictory, every repair breaks
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5. |
Can't Stop It
03:29
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ch. (x2)
no apologies for the lack of anthems
but singular themes aren't mine to ransom
this isn't rap about nerd topics
this is my own life and I can't stop it
v1.
back with my team, figurines are still gloss-glazed
i still dream of offdays, retiree in cosplay
graduated clean but i still fiend for boss pay
amalgamated scene left empty as they lost ways
home base anime store no longer in business
lot raised to build condos, sold to the ever witless
memory ill fitness like the era's never witnessed
roger said to me, "i think we're doomed to forget this"
clout chasing lemmings group massacre our culture
borrowing things commodified it's like it's folgers
rushing in and getting undone by life's soldiers
really so upsetting, cause the highs are much lower
jack sparrow some new series to fill in that absence
no explaining clearly, y'all not narrow or that dense
copy community to replace the ones that time stole
fence the past for meta nonsense until the rhyme folds
v2.
i still have dozens of DVDs that i haven't watched
truthfully I'm so shocked that on that i haven't botched
my self-restraint cause easily I could've acted youthfully
continue piling new material ever uselessly
consume evermore while the ethereal clocks me
fate taints and mocks me, that's whose gonna stop me
now I run it back a bit more reasoned and modest
a corner in which I paint myself as no god or goddess
can't lie, no mourner in spite of all of my losses
no morning or night, just sunrises are alotted
heartbeat spikin' cause the blood is all clotted
from tears held in after all they say i've got it
mighty and high privileged, but i still feel funny, off
i'd dearly like to think i'd live life like it's bunny drop
but i could never step to the brink, i would just walk away
can only the play the game, can't reinvent it, no hakase
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6. |
The Whole Show
02:36
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v1.
College radio play before I started high school
Overseas airplay let my ego fly too
Got that far with no promo or press kits
No agent or manager to focus and test it
No videos or memes on which to go viral
All instrumental but still felt vital
Scammers in the email tried to hustle me
Imagine how far I'd've gone sans anxiety
Could had my music in pornos at just 15
Instead I wrote a 16 about all my sick dreams
Every win demonstrating I'm better
I'm over being bitter, no quitter, but a getter
I combined lanes folks said weren't compatible
Derided and ignored as another Seattle fool
But honed a diverse set of skills into battle tools
Quiet like I'm neutral but really fuckin radical
ch. (x2)
Is it work though, is it jokes though
Movin backwards? Ah, never me bro
From the first light, til the dirt flows
All I do's me, that's the whole show
v2.
Other people flailing, failing because they're waiting
Only think that green bays are fit for their sailing
Even in my stormiest seas I stayed creating
Throne came naturally with no abdicating
Automated drudgery so faves are made easily
I did that with my homie because he believed in me
So as a postscript we programmed and post scripts
Giving animators worldwide a bold uplift
Many dropped on bandcamp with more to come
Was in 2 films about Nerdcore when I was young
Produced a track & got a million views on YouTube
& that's not my job, that's only my hobby dudes
Get 6 figures writing web apps, remoting
No rent now; it's a mortgage; yes I'm boasting
Took my time with it all, seemed like coasting
But when a virgin took off, he was space ghosting
end.
Many folks pop but they never maintain
Focused on the metrics, their art's constrained
I could hate everything that I do tomorrow
& still get a 10 out of 10 from my sorrow
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7. |
No Focus
02:42
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ch.
i ain't gotta locus
i ain't gotta focus
i ain't gotta line
no one gotta toe it
blooming like lotus
power like a potus
i ain't gotta shine
no one gotta know this
v1.
need y'all to disparage me with clarity, sincerity
cut me down like uzaki-chan just embarrass me
cause I'm just iago, parroting a parody
like to think I'm dere, but cooler than i care to be
cut a check to charity but kindness is a rarity
in my head way too mindless when you share at me
froze won't let it go when in the zone apparently
and I just act out though when i oughta seek therapy
but can ai play it fine, wait in line while weights design
to balance out the signs, eradicate the inclines
no delaying time, no saturdays to rewind
runaway, even climb, dip, escape and then pine
no focus on the themes, scatter shot with memes
can't build a dream team out of nightmares it seams
winning ain't in the genes, in a plain tee & jeans
staring blankly at screens, ever thankless unclean
v2.
crying when I look back, yeah i never shook that
tried to make a good track, fished never hooked that
words that can't be took back, sitting in a book rack
chopping like I could hack, but burning like wood stack
forever on my bullshit, not one of the cool kids
boiling over full then, i could never cool it
loathing the closest, trying to strike their poses
thumbing up their noses, testing patience and focus
kept inside but ready with smoke like I'm Philip Morris
not a lie just steady yet broke when i kill a chorus
ever shy it's heavy the yoke that i feel it's torrid
it's all bull like a taurus, words hollow and porous
expectations of essays on faves betrayed again
wreck the patience via delays that fray nerves of the friends
not a shock at all to fall off as boosters exitin
blocked a fall yet hit the ground as y'all text ya friends
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8. |
Reaction
03:24
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v1.
validation of a section of the blueprints
space between getting packed moving feeling prudent
stagnate in a crowd and I'll know no improvement
staying in the shadows as teacher and a student
ego check myself into the billboards? yeah right.
but I'll skate and glide until i feel bored of my life
no format or system, I'm so unpartitioned
some might insist that is deep indecision
never measured up to great expectations
mostly drawing losses, an odd animation
name should imply I'd broadcast my agenda
but I'm below the tiers, under 7, no antenna
no colorful bandanas, never pledged allegiances
maybe too banana to file any grievances
frequencies I scanned too strong in their impedances
tryed to dial it in, but couldn't land the sequences
ch.
understand that I ain't playing to a faction
cause i don't make this make this art for your reactions
don't need a single thesis, just pieces and fractions
do it outta passion, till I'm outta gas then
v2.
watching success from the side seems mystical
but I dare not assume that I'm naught but typical
fault lies within my own actions pivotal
but a balanced focus seems beyond difficult
insanity displayed by the repetitive actions
returns never grew as reduced satisfaction
made the world gray like it's desaturation
this infatuation that's dematuration
it's really not patience, just counting the hours
time just devoured, while the physical sours
chores to be handled despite natural vandals
shirked responsibility my eternal scandal
double sided candles burn down unceasingly
try to act strategically, but repeatingly
my backwards priorities keep me appeasing me
my failures stack up around me increasingly
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9. |
Tune It Out
02:40
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V1.
More than I need to know, so ready to tune it out
Too many splitting attention, need refocus routes
Just wanted to talk a little, can't hear me over the shouts
Built for another era, never for chasing clout
Gotta turn the opacity higher and block the view
Apparently transparency something I'll never do
My life's ain't How It's Made, processes stay obscure
Maybe that's immature, but I am over demure
Yeah,
Every lines a double take lost inside a garden path
Played off in sarcastic tones, emitting a hearty laugh
Can never feel heart broke if every bar was jokes
Can never let a heart heal when clouded in smoke
Meta and too weird, already hear the reactions
No one even gets why that's any satisfaction
Hyperfocus on strangers as everything passes by
The sociopathic social's too barren, I won't survive
Ch.
There's no angle for entry here
It's my fault there's no sentries here
So warm yet unfriendly here
That I could spend centuries here
V2.
Numbers lie better than words via statistics
Know that very well yet still tricked by the heuristics
Outliers gathered to make you feel inadequate
It's working as intended, it's function is accurate
Understanding every trick inside of the machine
Don't mean it's incapable of crushing every dream
Landscape uncontrolled, so many can stop ya plans bruh
Because there's nobody immune to propaganda
All of it's so exhausting, too tired too keep abreast
Never giving back energy, losin what we invest
Pattern locked in backward all we can do's regress
The only option is exit, so ready to let it rest
And isolate in a scale that naturally can protect
Get comfortable in a space less ready to prereject
Or maybe just call it off and leave it to braver souls
Who sees that a bronze missing while everyone else is gold?
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10. |
Face Facts
02:51
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ch. x2
...just when ya finally made it
...living good somebody gonna hate it
...upset cause they wanna trade places
...but facts ain't something they're facin'
v1.
folks in the comments green with envy not cash,
hence all this talk about "lol, touch grass"
lotta projection like IMAX on their part
upset 'bout how much they lack on their start
crabs in a barrel over stolen jouissance
keep it all sterile no new renaissance
NEETs can't stand to see somebody make it
chances all taken and yet never break it
except for the ceilings and barriers smashed
preconceptions hauled out with the trash
antiquated ideas left in the past
as others fly past letting go of the mass
haters can't stand to see so many weightless
try to blame others cause they're on a wait list
not trying to say there aren't issues systemic
but that's not the focus of the most pathetic
v2.
ever so ugly, never looking in the mirror
hate what stares back, fear the appearance
self-doubt treated like knowledge to adherents
self-destructive cycles never getting clearance
to take off, to move on, to exit and exist
can't break off, or snooze on, this reticence insists
to lash out at anyone who juggles things proper
those reaching outward to seize every offer
not just hiding under gospels and proverbs
but out there riding like apostles who slaughter
any difficulties that stand in their way
yet leave the ground fertile in their wake
don't be mad at grasped opportunities
don't take shots at growing communities
other folks' problems aren't yours to solve
just take notes, replicate and evolve
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11. |
Out Of Order
03:15
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Ch. X2
the red, big dog stays walking down the street
yellow, tiny canaries, itching, ready to speak
so that green, great dragons can attempt to defeat
but they're blue, little lizards once they're put on freeze
V1.
Is that a lewd hook? I don't even know
But pretty good for dude who ain't on TV though
Came out the era where people were moving CDs bros
Everything loops back and keeps repeating, whoa
I'm out my mind, I started it all online
Files for pocket money put egos in over drive
Anxiety tried to wind me up and break spines
But the days were too sunny cause all of my shine
Seattle broke boy chilling out to NOLA bounce
Living in the northwest dreaming of the dirty south
Remixin all of that with a very nerdy mouth
Rewind it all back just to shake the worries out
A penny for a your thoughts while I can't get a dime
Even when my thoughts are played back all of the time
Wanna drop it like it's hot, but I guess that's out of line
Holding back on every shot, so nobody's cryin
V2.
I could story swipe, but it would just bore me
I'm not that predatory, more on those allegories
More on the those endless sorries, everyday of my life
Sit on the door of forty, yet must apologize
I don't wanna rewind to the era that I liked
Ridin bikes to the minimart gettin Mike & Ike's
Liters with the big mouths I could never finish
Junk food diet snacking on my little spinach
Left to run streets, limited sense of danger
Pay less trainers, nominal fear of strangers
Happier though alone cause friends were so rare
Tallest in the class so everyone stopped and stared
Focus issues kept my perspective from aligning
From the goals my surroundings often were designing
Grades not reflective of these standardized findings
Fuck returning back to everybody maligning
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Ultraklystron Victoria, British Columbia
Making Drum n' Bass, Nerdcore, Anime Rap, Trap, Vaporwave, Beat Tapes & more since 1997. Well, started some of those at different points, but whatever ❤️
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