Name: FINE WITH ME FT.CEEJ[Rough Draft](Prod.The Alchemist) by BREAD.
Duration: 3 min 21 s
Description: I sharpen up my knife a bit while starvin' for some vicodin.

yo this shit is mad dope,Yall both got flavor for real.

breakup/on/acid

Eternal Light ft Ray Burnz (Chronixx cover)

Reverie Demo SAPPY TRIPPLE6 TRASH MIX  Ft. YAMA THE TERROR, $arah tonin (Prod. DONTCRYSLOAN)

Bad Vibez

Lyrics:

(All the bad shit...All of that)
The ShapeShifter morphing into a Snake Lizard,
Prophecize;
Pray to the Goverment that they Stop The Lies,
(Nahhh)

State of Emergency.
Planet full of Serpentines;
Born into a Mass Pollution,
Form is what your Lacking Humans

Move in syncopated visions of a Sunken Ship,
Believe me Sweetie that Love Is Sick;
Go & Cut Your Wrists

Back in Atlantis's Palace
Pallet of Alice's Maliceness,
Manic Managing Caluses:
Splashing Chalices
(666)

A Tad Taciturn
Gravitate to the Macabre,
Attatchment to the Cold & Bleak;
Burn me down & Go To Sleep
(Frozen Leaves)

Perpetuate motion until the Sickness Settles;
Sketching Hexes into the Benches so I can Sit With Devils

GHOST SHIP (Prod.LethalNeedle)

My Apologies not Really Given Modestly
Monstrosity;
I'm Makin em Fold like an Origami Leaf

Anomaly;
On Top of the Property like Monopoly
That Fabricated Bag your Chasin's Honestly Colostomy
(YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT!)

Strike up a Match fast at the Rose Garden
Ghost Artist;
Laugh at Catasphrophies man im Cold Hearted

& Intermittently pitted in Disposition Wicked Disbelief,
I'm Lost Again;
& Falling Wish it All to End

The Call Of Death,
Breathing down my neck like a Bad Odor;
Knowing any one of these seconds that I could Pass Over
(TIME'S UP!)

9 Blunts,
With me in the After-life;
I Couldn't get a Grasp on Reality so I Grabbed The Mic
(I'M BLACK INSIDE!)

& Decomposing more with every MInute Passing,
Bury all my chained Insecurites in my Spliffy Ashes
(ROLL IT UP!)

Finally had enough & I'm Goin Nuts,
I'm Broke as Fuck;
Bleeding on tile watching it Soak in Blood

Screw Loose,
Homie think im off the Deep End;
My Death'll only matter to my Momma & my 3 Friends
(I MEAN THAT!)

Plausibly Suffering through my Bane Existence;
Numb to all Reality Lately so get the Caine & Sniff It

Paddy cake,Paddy cake,
Whip my wrist like Paddy cake
Two white bitches Mary Kate

Wrist on Lemon Tilt;
Ride around pop a Couple Pills

(OKAY!)
I like the bitches that do Alotta Drugs,
Shawty gon Sip It & go & Rip it til the Bottle Done

She say my dick a little bigger than Elephant,
You can not kick it boy you Irrelevant
(OKAY!)

Wrist Work,
Wrist Work,
Wrist Work,
Wrist

WRIST! (Prod.Davis Savage)

Lyrics:

[Bobby Atlas]
Ladies & gentleman!
boys n girls,
gather round..
Have we got a show for you tonight folks!

We have the Esteemed..
Highly..
prestigious
Highly..
steezey
Flow masta fat sack in the building,,
thats right Ladies & Gentlemen

[FlowMastaFatSack:]
Hardly a barbershop Cortet; 
More or less a Moraless
Apocalyptic vision of cities Deploying Foreign Ships

Boy im boyant to the Drown folk
& I got some ounces in the couch at the House Hold
Steezey

Chiefin Discreetly by the Orchid pine
Borderline immortalized
& Sure to find a Foreign Tide

Breachin sequences creepin in where the Demons Sit
& Even if I Seem a Bit Feverish just believe Me kid

[Keep on]

Goin til the angels try to Lock me up 
My brown eyed beauty was truly my only Shot at Love

Now all i got is drugs 
for every bitch thats left me bad,
I take a shot up out of the Bottle n Make an Empty Bag

I guess what can I say that aint been Said before?
Breads a Predator bread'll leave you dead for sure

Its only me and my facited personality
a double entendre reality wrapped in a tapestry

[Bobby Atlas]
Ladies & gentlemen that was a show indeed!
Im gonna stop djing and come back there & slap one of yall..Please believe me!
Bread is not a joke

Performing live tonight on Lonnies its the notorious Flowmastafatsack
& You're now rockin w the almighty Bobby Atlas,
Follow me!

SORCERERS! (Prod.KMD)

VIDEO:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuMjFKW4pcw

LYRICS:
Exasperated intrinsically 
through the former bits of therapy
Headed
wherever the forewinds Carry me 

im
less of a swordsman
more of a wanderer these days
Swappin the katana for a Briefcase 

Sink to where to winds blow Vacant
Grow Patient 
let the mold shapen 
360 Windmill Rotation

Man my maneurisms more Nomadic then its Ever Been
I travel in between the past in future in a Present Tense
Im HeavenSent

the evidence
the halo floating right above my horns 
You were Warned
Contempt & faithfully Scorn

Inner Monologue
Whisper indifferences of forgotten Law
Yin & yang I believe Created Eachother

They're here now,
My great grandfather and grandmother could have Never Met
& that would have been a forever ever..

FINE WITH ME FT.CEEJ[Rough Draft](Prod.The Alchemist)

BREAD.

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