believe soft prod timmy

2seater prod timmy

"New Edition - Can You Stand The Rain" VS "Massive Attack - Teardrop"

Massive Edition - Raindrop

12 monkeys

intro

broken downstem

p14r of docks (Kizo Drain + v14l + throws)

Lyrics,

Verse 1 (Amy Bestevez)

once again amy in the mix

With a hype bringing forth a new age of hieroglyphs

Building poison immunity

view between the light and the abyss

no impunity the truth will find you shattering your bliss

if you miss patterns better make them happen

and if youre sitting down take a moment tap back in

its smart for you, the art bringing forth

revelations in the mainframe to elevate the heroism

Shuffle the deck draw and deliver

Shoot every shot then refill the quiver

youre a giver youre a taker but first and foremost you are connected to us

much trust to build and lots to think about 

fewer are the moments you can think em out

befriend your night terrors repair the transmitters

No hyperbole reality-based, dis under our control

keep love in my heart so im never gettimg old

keep those soundwaves close to me for as long as im here

strive be much braver as each secret becomes clear

I cant tell you everything but i want us to win

calling to my people theres much work to do within

Verse 2 (A Hype)

So appreciative the creative minds align. Locative every place, since date of birth I levy chase. Of my worth, on Earth, stress binds the sign. That yes, it’s all within, ya heard I’m wordsmith’n. My swell path, why hell hath no fury. Like one scorned, I done warned you of the worry. All it take to make ya body a blood lake. Is a shoddy, this hit like Gotti, ain’t a thud fake. The stud break into pieces, crud ache like feces. My goal in full to have the bull decreases. Shit, it, tough n rough, I ain’t gon’ bluff. On stuff, I speak the real, I do not tweak the deal. Life ain’t all fluff, y’all puff to get by. Bet my damn self need some weed on the shelf. Heed to the lessons, blessings from me. And Amy, fame be chased by a dummy. Faced crummy choices, from bad chummy voices. Tad bit caring, only ‘bout mad shit sharing. Lonely out in the solar system. ‘Cept I kept a few homies, spew polar and ya missed ‘em. It’s bits of good that could make this being. Worth living, not much girth giving, got such seeing. Pain, main, tain, that’s hard. Life cut like knife, shut ya mic and rats! Ya scarred, this music your sure passion. Way to say how ya feel, now we deal. Wit’ a fashion crashin’, when we off. We scoff at that notion that life is just a motion. But what, it is, get this in ya head. As long I has song, no need to dread. Greed is dead wrong, some numb and fed strong. Outta making racks, taking stacks and like a bong. Inhale ya fume, a tail of doom, can I. Read the room, nah, I just bleed the gloom. Man I, just thrust facts, I lust max. Euphorious, who glorious. Us, let thus the win begin.

Within (Feat. Amy Bestevez) (Prod. apartment)

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Purple Glass

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