Bazooka Tooth

Limelighters / Flunkadelic Interlude (feat. Camp Lo)

Thank you for believing in me. All praise to Yeshua for making a way for me in this life. I am truly blessed.

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)

RICE //// @lihingmui
BREAD //// @13READ
PiRT /// @factory_flow

RICE X BREAD - $EPPUKU(PROD.PiRT)

CHEMICAL LOVE  FT. BREAD

The Moths debuts their SIC release 'Beats From The Left Field'
A collection of 34 beats for you to enjoy.
Now available on cassette tape, compact disc
coming soon to streaming platforms

Beats from the LeftField

cassette/cd

The Moths - dreaming of the past

The Impossible Kid

Kirby (Instrumental)

Ultima II Massage

Dipsmack

Lunar Isles

Lyrics:
I'm young but I'm gettin' older..
I feel the sun but I'm gettin' colder,

If I could merge the past and present in a timelapse,
Calculate my errors then cut em' it would defy math.

Sip a wine glass,Fruit from the southern coast;
Morning ritual,Juice with the buttered toast.

Honestly I try not to speak about prophecy but possibly philosophies toppling into property so stop the greed.

No strings attached like a symphony,
If she can roll my weed she get the dick for free.

Mediated & Deviated I'm seekin' patience,
Staring at a blank slate barren with a straight face.

Emptiness;
Cold skin & old novels,
Percocet prescription tilt my head & take the whole bottle.

Full throttle I'll see you up in the solar-system,
& We can play the blame game til we know the victim.

LEFTALONE(Prod.Slipfunc)

BREAD.

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