@schizoe @stemodity



[stemodity]
your doin a-okay since you went away
ain't got much to live for lately any way
it is what is thats what the people say
still can't get a grip on why i feel this way

i sniffed a line and i liked it
the taste of snow white drip and bloody gums from all the grindin
i hope that my mom don't mind it
i'm just doin me don't forget that I ain't made no promise yet
dude its so wrong
hit it so raw

when you're running from yourself, whats there to look forward to?
i tried escaping from this hell, fell behind like i always do
and i hope i gave enough to you, hope i didn't take too much
not much more that i can do but hold back before i say too much

said "this is aint you" i said "that aint new"

(schizoe)
when you're running from yourself, whats there to look forward to?
you just went to heaven without me
and I need you now, but I doubt it could be
So we show me the way to heaven, I'm looking for the stairway
And you just went to heaven without me
Am I going to hell? 'Cause I think that I might be
I think that I might be...
(where am I headed?)

Now I'm searching for a home
I'm always on the down-low
Always feel so snow cold
I miss my nice ass avenue hoe
whom i miss 2 hold like before

I'm always on the downlow...
I'm looking for the stairway...

Stemodity, Schizo - Through The Glass (Stone Sour)

i dont wanna feel this way
always after something that'll ease the pain
can't seem to get further in this game
im always standin in my own way and i hate that
can't seem to get a grip on myself
something here has gotta change
don't really think i'll gain anything from your help
but at least I get to get a break, get to get away

from all this shit i cant deal with
some nights i'm lost in my feelings
other times life is so endearing
be my therapy, my mind needs healing

you been so cold and i just can't get over it
maybe i should fold cause i can't take control of it
chemicals cloud my mind
I guess that why I'd rather be dead than alive right now
wear myself way too out, need help reelin me in
Don't think me too much cause I'm no good for your head
I know her type and sadly I don't fit in
Guess I ought take a hike but I'm too scared of regretting it
Ain't it funny how life can seem like it's just a big test that I don't think that I'm passin?
last night, reality made me cry
I guess that why I'd rather be dead than alive right now

i dont wanna feel this way
always after something that'll ease the pain
can't seem to get further in this game
im always standin in my own way and i hate that
can't seem to get a grip on myself
something here has gotta change
don't really think i'll gain anything from your help
but at least I get to get a break, get to get away

from all this shit i cant deal with
some nights i'm lost in my feelings
other times life is so endearing
be my therapy, my mind needs healing

Therapy

i feel something you should know about
you're the one thing I feel gold about
i feel sorry
for the blood you bled
for the tears you shed
baby let me clean this mess
i feel sorry
for the way things went
for the place you been
baby let me be what mends

is there something I should know about?
like that one thing I told you about
no one listens to the words coming out of my mouth
they claim I want attention and that's what this is about
baby there's some things you should know about
you're the one thing I feel gold about
just know I didn't ever really mean to accuse you
know you mean no harm; had you confused for someone that used to

Something U Should Know About

Might crash; Drop another pill in my glass
Shawty say she want another, she ain't even gotta ask
Ain't livin too long so I'm livin too fast
Chasing the same high but the feeling don't last
i ain't a plug, but I can get you anything you ask for
We can take a trip, baby, you know I got the gas for it
Living for lil thrills like crushin pills on the dashboard
Baby stay beside me, through the pain we can fast forward

is there a way that I can make it right,
or would it help if I stayed out your life?
trying to take back control of my mind
they all say that it'll take some time

why would I do better if I don't even like me?
life gets better when you're the one right beside me
and I am a veteran at enduring depression
still you're only thing that gets me through this curse; that's my blessing

Might Crash

feat. @jimmy-proton
prod. stemodity

[hearinghell]
we got friends, we got ends
we got friends, we got ends
all friends have end at the end
we got friends, we got ends

[stemodity]
you're the one I'm wantin' when i wake up
havin a hangover, fill my drank up
prayin you'll change your mind on my come-up
and not when I'm finally where I wanna be
I'll do you like this if you do me like that
voices in my head and I'm talkin back
when i'm in your hand, I'll just break and bend
but I guess that good things all gotta have an end

[hearinghell]
we got friends, we got ends
all friends have end at the end
we got friends, we got ends
all friends have end at the end

friends (feat. gone lennon)

Production by @dumb_child

kill it like a clock; i got my glock from where i tuck it
got your bitch upon my dick; she pull my cock out and she suck it
get my fix to stop the itch; triple six shit, get what I'm wanting
kiss the tip of this here Smith; I'll set you free from all the judgement
keep running your lips you're running into you a bad patch
pussy played rough, but I came without a little cat scratch
i been dodging, bobbing; often living on the fast track
paint me as a clown and watch the joker get the last laugh
got nothing to kick; lil stevie melted down the bucket
hopeless, hopeless bitches missing me, I'm fixing to get lucky
your unlucky if I want it; if i want it then I cuff it
give no shit if its yo bitch shes your mistress now if i want it
kill it like a clock; i got my glock from where i tuck it
got your bitch upon my dick; she pull my cock out and she suck it
get my fix to stop the itch; triple six shit, get what I'm wanting
kiss the tip of this here Smith; I'll set you free from all the judgement
keep running your lips you're running into you a bad patch
pussy played rough, but I came without a little cat scratch
i been dodging, bobbing; often living on the fast track
paint me as a clown and watch the joker get the last laugh

AUDIO-VISUAL

KISS THE TIP [PROD. DUMBCHILD]

Production by @dumb_child

rotten rotting plotting, scheming;  demons creeping
mud-fed
blood red; what my beamer bleeding
I levitate when I meditate 
hit the gas on a sucka, come and watch him hit the brakes
say, i hate the way you fakes go playing with the snakes
my still-beating heart's still bleeding on my plate
it's time to meet your death; I am the one the reaper sent  
lead stains engrave your head you face the place the days all went 
hide in your lies; Fake smiles, so conceited
fictitious fickle grin, got everybody to believe it
and the AK-47 ain't make much of lil stevie
lil stevie ain't make much of this life's lit0tle ill meaning
much bleed-up, you woulda thought it was a dream-up
left an ugly bloody mess; I'm oh-so sorry for no clean-up
come and hold your bitches hair back as she's choking on my semen
cut the cries and screaming 'fore I call up all my heathens

MUD [PROD. DUMBCHILD]

Instrumentals by @dumb_child

if they wanna run a war i'll run the gamble
50 drum stunt lil runts who can't handle
if u wanna find a grave today you may get lobbed in
if u wanna make a day of it then can opt in
got something to say then let it spray i'll let it chuckle chuckle
your mouth now floods red as I get blood upon my knuckle knuckle
blow my house in and i'll make a hut out of the rubble rubble
dose of chemicals that'll leave you pissing in a puddle-puddle
hate to say you're done.. haha just kidding i love it
lil stevie hate to break it to you but he ain't above it 
make the type of wave that makes your sister slit your wrists in public
lil stemmy ain't a saint, no; he got demons by t-he dozen
walking what he talk; down to school with his .22
got your bitch sucking off my dick while you shine my shoes
why you so upset? why you got something to prove
stemodity does not exist; he's just the voice inside your dome
if they wanna run a war i'll run the gamble
50 drum stunt lil runts who can't handle
if u wanna find a grave today you may get lobbed in
if u wanna make a day of it then can opt in
got something to say then let it spray i'll let it chuckle chuckle
your mouth now floods red as I get blood upon my knuckle knuckle
blow my house in and i'll make a hut out of the rubble rubble
dose of chemicals that'll leave you pissing in a puddle-puddle

GAMBLE [PROD. DUMBCHILD]

Produced by Stemodity

feel the onset yet? 
place bets on who caves next
smoke rising out my aching caved in chest
feelin paranoid tonight
nothin like playing a little game of fight or flight
blood stains the surface my face went
matter of fact, think that I still taste the pavement 
know a soul that watches over mine
presence so cold i feel it in my spinal

no cents, like merging facts with fiction
stuck in a pit with visions going from rags to riches
i don't see no way out of it but to stack up my digits
And watch these awfully calmy faces go from mad to just livid and pivot

I'm sick, you're not
you'll fly high, i'll rot
all that's really left to do is cling to what I've got
rummaging inside my mind through all the things that I'm not
I'm sick, you're not
you'll fly high, i'll rot
all that's really left to do is cling to what I've got

it might go south
it may come tumblin down
dont karma cutcha down when it come around?
might mess up your dental if you step up step up uh
go-goin mentall; watch your temper temper uh
pull up to hell with a sickened stricken soul
 I can do it on my own ,dont dance with no devil
 burn sage,  chantin mantra
spit flames like hot lava
cocaine with my vodka
insane inside my skull
feel pain i can't control you come to know that i'm an animal
stevie fiendin to rip you to pieces like a cannibal
bloody mess, can't clean it up
death ain't come quick enough, come and speed it up 

sad to say he cashed in his ticket to the grave
and gave the trigger a squeeze to see what the pistol paint
another tale of a male who can't take another day
sad to say yet the world is still gon' spin the same

PiSTOL PAiNT [PROD. STEMODITY]

Produced by @prodyungvro

break the chains and free your brain from strain and pain you can't contain
digging your grave in which you desecrate
play with snakes and you can make your last mistake
the path you take is grey
you made the bed in which you lay

couldn't crawl my way down a road so cold
crying me a river turning glitter into gold
lil stevie, ill sinner, lil shimmers of no hope
find yourself in this position fix a barrel at your skull
oh, no!
feeling down on a long come-up
mudfuckers leechin onto ya like some bloodsuckers
prone to blowin their own cover, I may make em suffer, uh
i don't really wanna but the trauma made it's own mind up
 he finally found his peace but you stole it
shouldn't of pushed him past the point he bout to pull it
fill your skully with bullets, now who's the bully, bully?
now his fully making you regret it fully
entombed, left alone to seethe
and you don't wanna know what his mind concieves
a lotta things I don't speak and just bite my teeth
can't change these voices, in the night they scream at me

to break the chains and free your brain from strain and pain you can't contain
digging your grave in which you desecrate
play with snakes and you can make your last mistake
the path you take is grey
you made the bed in which you lay

all alone when your luck rush down
look around, you ain't got no one here now to push around
your bullshit ain't stickin any more I hate to say
the hunter now turning into the hunted prey 
stay in your head and ain't pay the rent
lil stemmy sick, may attempt to raise the dead
and his fingertips feels itch on the delivery of lead
as he bounce around his head all of the things he wish he'd said

break the chains and free your brain from strain and pain you can't contain
digging your grave in which you desecrate
play with snakes and you can make your last mistake
the path you take is grey
you made the bed in which you lay

TAURUS [PROD. YUNG VRO]

Produced by @xbruxismx

Condolences are what you wish, but they just breed doubt
Call it livin for no reason, See no way out
Man live by his sword, watch him bleed out
Say you call em how you see em
I dont see how

Got something clawing away at me
Think I need to let off the brain so heavy
Didn't think that we'd see terrain so sketchy
If the world aint ending, I feel empty
There's something that's standing in the way of me
Most won't bat an eye at what people bleed for
People need to recognize what we all despise lies inside us

Beating down ur door
NOK NOK
DiD iT RiNG?

ain't no way out a brain so lackadaisical
finger on the trigger itching to paint my skull
why oh why this mind I can't control
my oh my im afraid it's bout to go...
oh, you the man, you done stack a couple grand now?
walkin on a fine line, might like to smooth the edge out
don't get to comfortable with them handouts
i don't see you rushin for gold, just a manchild
right place for the wrong time
sniff lines out the back of a wack ride
might die, might fly high
oh well
sent a card to my soul that read "get well"

Condolences are what you wish, but they just breed doubt
Call it livin for no reason, See no way out
Man live by his sword, watch him bleed out
Say you call em how you see em
I dont see how

NOK NOK [PROD. BRUXISM]

Produced by Stemodity

they said to me,
"you aint ever man up, boy you better back down
or it's flat on the ground where you'd better tap out"
get shot down 45 live round
if you throw shade boy you better pipe down

everyday i wake up, sink down lower in my grave
hard to show restraint with a mind like a maze
i feel like a rat never let outta my cage
i'm a slave to these raps, yet these raps ain't pay me
mayday! think pussy boy afraid of melee
look into my eyes and you'll see what the pain made
don't think our necks really hang from the same chain
go place your bets on my death, I do the same thing
oh, you think you're down bad?
house up in the hills, bitchin about what you never had?
no bitch, your life's a blessing
how the fuck is it a drag only the minute that you put your little pencil to a pad, hoe?
cling to the dope
that or the rope
can't just let go
phantom of smoke, bring upon thy lesson
i'll transcribe your blessing all upon the plane I'm sentenced to
drowning in my drool when you brought the message through

I'm catatonic
Can't run away from a mind so haunted
Can't place the blame, I'm the one who done sought it
like all the times I had a chance and missed it
little stevie both a sadist and a masochistic
kicks given out out of figments so sacreligous
pussy rappers spitting with their mouth wrapped around thick dick
slick prick smoking like a quarter pound of green
I'm tryna breakthrough like I'm busting out the seams
sporting smoke in lungs. cooked my brain overdone so there's nowhere to run
just to have little fun is what I wanted
stuck to the creed like a blade in my gauntlet
stress on your mind? don't mind if I stomp it.
bullet to my head but I stopped it
then again, could be dead and that's the reason I been feeling like a martian

MARTIAN [PROD. STEMODITY]

Produced by @gullyspit

stay outside. won't like what you find
I try to make a difference in what time ive got
ill rot like the rest when death crept near
whats life without being in touch with all that you fear?
steer clear of these weirds who want to siphon your life force
i keep mine alive but I got nothin much to die for 
why even bother trying hidin the trauma?
spill your brains upon the page; I'm grading, don't forget the comma's 
I want all of you
i won't follow you
you can follow me
see just where it lead
maybe wear my blood on your teeth
lost control of me must need a tighter fasten on my leash
make me feast between your knees and only let me up to breathe

I admit my personality ain't in-tact
shawty build me up and crush me down like I'm an insect
I don't take out loans but emotionally I'm in debt
I don't pick up phones 'less its 'bout cashing out a big check
Big mess on my mind all the time  
Messages I regret sent lurk in the backside of my mind

that's fine though

lil stevie be drowning in paranoia
chemicals he cannot handle to kill the noise
Thinking that playing with fire'll wildly lead him to meeting his needs to fill the void
Still no choice, still no hope
Still the ghosts will  steal his soul
They'll steal it slow
 the light from the sun is just what he's been  running from
Pieces of puzzles he'll never recover from
Drama is over, the damage is done
Sick of the feeling of nowhere to run
the reaper's close, I hear his crows
keep on your toes 
you think you know what you don't know, you open door
seek out the darkness, speak from the heart bitch
you are a carpet patch to these people, walk all over ya
the signs are just all over here
you fantasize about your bitch and other fuckwits porkin her
think you may be fraid of combat, where you at?
where's your pack? thought you said you let it blast    
where they at, eh?

INSECTICIDE [PROD. GULLYSPIT]

lyrics:
been through hell can tell by the stain on the blade
ain't feelin too well and the pain don't fade
cracked shell; brain swell from the game they play
and their parents felt ashamed by the man they made
how they supposed to feel when you sell that rock
how they supposed to feel when you sit on cell block
got your pops on your case cause she say to get a job
and your moms don't like you listening to young static mob
you said it when you ain't meant it
keep talking shit between your teeth you may need yourself a dentist
I been living in your head motherfucker; I'm the tenant
but I ain't payin no rent for the time that I been spendin in it
but you could bet I'm bout bout my business
I lick the pussy clean and then I'm fuckin swimmin it
got that bitch pristine like the bottle I been sippin
got a cup of whiskey with just bout a splash of coke up in it
been known to hit a fifth for my dinner
momma crying in the morning say she worried for my liver
'fore i'm sending it some more til it's motion begin to quiver, buddy
been to rehab, but ain't ever been a quitter, homie
they ain't hate me, they ain't fuckin with me neither
beat the pussy so damn mean she say she need to take breather
so i roll the windows down on the back of the four-seater
and blow smoke out in the wind to thank the lord she ain't a breeder
i been breezing through these beats like cheddar
bet she'd eat my seed upon her knees if I would let her
popping lsd tilI feel like feather
bout to breakthrough but I don't feel any better
money over bitches, M.O.B ; that be the mantra
static wreaking havoc to the bastards who don't wanna
state wanna stick me in a cell all for selling marijuana
pockets getting deeper than the fuckin mariana
black magick in the back of the house
on the couch, the LSD'll free your seed from all the clout demons
she suckin semen from my third leg
third eye beaming and she screamin, but she earned that
bitches been trippin like they dipping cigs in sherm
head given from my mistress make the pussy go purr
ain't fixing to be quitting for a minute. that's for sure
gang been itchin to get up in it for about etern', mayne
put the flower in the bong and let it burn mane
fuckin with the mob'll get you burnt; when will they learn mane
fuckboy looking like a zombie when they turn, mane
bet the smith and wesson'll ensure that they won't return, mane
bitch, hit the whip it 'til ya swerve
fuckboy nervous like I'm finna hit a nerve
mobbing til the coffin, flickin ahes in your urn
static had to lay an addict down in the hearse

Hair Of The Dog That Bit Me

Instrumentals produced by @dumb_child
LYRICS:
Burrow down
But what's a snake to a mole?
dig yourself down deeper in the depths of your hole
in the same killing fields 17 died whole
and the pain they feel made machine real whole
I built a bridge from my soul to mind
in an effort to get closer with the God of my kind
Yet all I really found was just some menacing eyes
a voice that said "don't look back" and to "leave it behind"
that's why stevie still believe in him, and so why should I?
I'm the man in his mirror, after all; I could die (with him)
found dead in the grave that I lie in sin
face frozen on a real stale grin
tongue-tied; ain't right in the mind
and he ain't been the since his brain he done fried
from the shallowy graves in the bottom we die
there ain't been no need to lie, you'll die ceasing your own life

when I get to living my life on the other side
pieces of puzzles I find in the back of mind come to blacken my soul
dancing with devils nobody should know
treading through waters nobody should go to
put a fuck boy in a gold tooth
need a bitch do as she told to
for me she do what for you she won't do
my gasolina? she done came from California
say that that's your bitch so why your hoe ain't all up on ya
85 upon the dash and 86ing my opponents
bitches say that wanna fix me but ain't got none the components
more forbidden than satanic scriptures
you can run away to hell, but I'm coming wit'cha
they can stick me in a cell ain't in well condition
this ain't fiction, they been plotting on my conviction, uh...
they say my way's are non-conventional
i would gut you like I just went fishing
all my demons in the dirt they screaming hard
rest in peace the people I been scheming on

A SNAKE TO A MOLE [PROD. DUMBCHILD]

Instrumentals produced by @dumb_child
LYRICS:


guess i'm a menace; ashamed the way i make em leave
all the ties to my life is what they're severing
making war to me before going preaching their peace
that's the price that I pay since I've been suffering
i crave for pain, baby
cum and make me bleed
i'm insane; maybe you can set me free
i'm a slave to the way you make me fiend
for just a shimmer of belief that you won't leave
game's over; played with the wrong clown
better watch your step to hell cause it's a long way down
they'll stab you in the soul before they sleep so sound
go drown in the drink that makes the walls goes round now
hungover and he'll do it again
got about a hundred reasons why he want it to end
been running from his past but he don't have a plan
now he's rut-stuck thinking is it "sinking or swim?"

been gashed in the back with a blade serrated
hat went to black when his flame betrayed him
life to me is like a game you're playing through
slaying the dues I been making payments to
desecrating all the love that I gave
lately I been praying to lay deep down into the grave
think they plot upon my downfall while smiling at my face
should i go or should I stay? these mental chains just won't break now
I'm one step closer to just having a breakdown
six feet deep your screams only make a faint sound
i'm riding the line again, picking up the pace now
running from my demons, I'm just winning the race now

MAKE ME BLEED [PROD. DUMBCHILD]

Produced by Stemodity
Cover Art by @schizoe
Music Video: https://youtu.be/MfH6NofjDF8
Lyrics:
all the secrets of Bavarian heritage buried in places that you'll never go
as the sequential events'll impose for the sole purpose of you to reap what you sew
an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth puts your neck through a noose; do a "1-2-3 go!"
step off the chair to escape the despair that led you to shovel snow up into your nose
no, lil homie, I don't got no time; I been on the grind now
20/20 hindsight vision got you dying and crying out
lil slit wrist shawty hottie, put the knife down
her mind's a mess and disconnected like she signed out
fishing for handouts but I don't owe you no more
said yeah I think I like you, but my Tommy sure don't
stuck in mazes, been in places that you probably won't go
hiding dope up in your coat just so your mommy don't know, hoe
my tritone so damn low that you would think I worship Satan
if your catholic granny hating then her grave I'm desecrating
taking a piss on her tombstone, your bitch got a new hoe
guess you were the usual, soz' for the confusion though
your disillusion'll lead to contusions and your ego bruising
you're cruising for more

Official Music Video

Put The Knife Down

SHRINK FOR SUICIDAL THOUGHTS THAT NEVER SEEM TO SHRINK
ROLLING OUT OF BED EVERY DAY TO SPIT THE BLOOD OUT IN THE SINK
BEFORE IM REACHING FOR THE BRUSH TO WASH THE TASTE OUT OF MY TEETH
THE FEELING'S LETHAL; INJECTIONS OF NOVACAINE WON'T NUMB THE PAIN
IT'S ALL THE SAME; THINKING BOUT BULLETS DELIVERED TO MY BRAIN
NAH, I'M JUST PLAYING; I AINT DYING IN VEIN OR A DYING FLAME
Y'ALL RHYME THE SAME
TONGUE IS TIED FROM ALL LIES COME OUT YOUR BRAIN
MY JAW IS HURTING FROM THE GRINDING PAINS­
WE AIN'T THE SAME­­­
SWITCH YOUR LANE
IN MY TOWN BRING YOUR BITCH ILL DICK HER DOWN AND FILL HER UP LIKE A CAVITY
DENTAL 'POINTMENT COMIN ROUND THE CORNER
HOLD UP; NEW ORDERS SAY YOU COME WITH ME
DONT BE AFRAID LIKE THE ONES ON HALF OF A XANAX ON A PLANE
ILL PRY THE TEETH OUT OF YOUR MOUTH YOU TALKING SILLY
QUICK TO SMACK THE SMIRK OFF OF THE FACES WHO DON'T FEEL ME
PAPRAZZI GONNA FILM ME; CIA GON' WANNA SPILL ME LIKE A CUP OF FLUORIDE WATER
CALCIFYING ALL OUR PINEAL

STEP OFF THE LEDGE INTO THE DEPTHS; EMBRACE THE GRIP OF DEATH
THAT'S WHAT THE PSYCHO'S WITH PSYCHOTRONIC WEAPONS
THAT PROJECT VOICES STRAIGHT INTO YOUR HEAD SAID
EITHER ITS THAT OR TO FILL IT WITH LEAD
LOST GOING DOWN THE LEFT PATH THAT YOU'RE LED DOWN
WON'T STOP TIL UPON MY HEAD'S CROWN
TIL THEN I'M DUE MY RESPECT NOW
DOWN SO BAD ON SOME LIFE THAT YOU WISH YOU HAD
OFF YOUR ASS; AFTER ALL, WE'LL ALL BE SOME ASHES IN THE GRASS SOME DAY
DON'T YOU GOT SOME MEDS TO PAY; ATE ALL THE LIES YOU FED TO ME
HAS YOU HAVING NOTHING LEFT TO STAY TIL THE DAY THAT I FADE TO GREY
I BEEN THIS WAY FOR MANY AGES
SLAYING EVERY SONG WITH PAGES
BOOKS OF RHYMES SINCE JUNIOR HIGH
YOU'RE NEW TO I
DONE CRUCIFIED, THE NOOSE IS TIED
REAL LOOSE INDUCED BY HOW MY HEAD DONE GREW A SIZE
THE TRUTH IS I, THE LIES IS YOU
HOW CAN YOU SLEEP, WHAT LIES IN YOU...
MY RHYMES IS TRUE
ALL THE WHISKEY MADE MY CHIN BLEED AND RELEASE THE DEMONS IN ME
MUST GOT SINS THAT NEED RELINQUISHED, HUH
WASH MY MOUTH WITH HOLY WATER
GOT A DIME CALLING ME DADDY BUT KNOW THAT SHE AINT MY DAUGHTER

CALCULUS [PROD. BRUXISM]

Music Video:
https://youtu.be/Jj15uExINZI

Lyrics:
from the sticks of the pike
where hunters are drowning demons by the pint 
the youngins on spice got it shipped overnight
learned it all from home where they're breeding the spite
alright
try taking a hair off of the dog but it bite
you looking around not a lawman in sight
walking to your car from the bar that you like
you did it before 
you gon call it a night
white owl burn as you swerve out the lane
a lesson you learned and gone learn it again
stuck in your ways where you're earning the pain
still you ain't ashamed til you're purely a stain
stand on that when you're laying in chalk
best double-check up the way that you talk
moonshine fucking with the way that you walk
betcha'd act right with that wire thing in your jaw
come to all this cause you stand on biz
now we gon see how rough if it really is
talking that lip'll get blood in your spit
stevie gon stop when his pockets on big
 pockets on gold, watches on froze
a hundred mfkrz wanna watch it unfold
i come to numb your suffering with methods untold
i  love the feel the rush again of what I don't know yet
weathers gone cold yet again but the riddim that I'm spittin stay fire though
in a ditch; tightrope
finishing my road
the highway to hell
tripping in this prison
call it frying in a cell

white owl burn as you swerve out the lane
a lesson you learned and gone learn it again
stuck in your ways where you're earning the pain
still you ain't ashamed til you're purely a stain
stand on that then you're laying in chalk
best double-check up the way that you talk
moonshine fucking with the way that you walk
betcha'd act right with that wire thing in your jaw
stand on that then you're laying in chalk
best double-check up the way that you talk
moonshine fucking with the way that you walk
betcha'd act right with that wire thing in your jaw

Music Video

Moonshine

Produced by Stemodity

Lyrics:so whatchu gone do when the past come to haunt you
all my hounds are hungry and you're looking like some dog food
want rap beef with me? you tripping like you woke up on shrooms
little trouble feel the rumble when it stumble on through and then i bounce
done paid a quarter for the ounce
trappin on her private story; what lil shorty on about
she don't want no money, she want codeine in her mouth
i bet she'd suck the d*** and kiss the tip just for the clout
ain't it sad? reminiscing bout the b**** you wish you had?
best go cut your losses, boss; you ain't gon' get that cash back
got lil shorty on my d*** and she gon' make that ass clap
got lil shorty in my whip and she gon whip it real fast
the devil dialed my line talkin bout "lets make a deal"
you think your life is tough well how the f*** you think I feel?
diamond in the rough done called your bluff and paid the bills
you work a nine to 5 where it's your energy they steal
if thats as best you get, your best bets to get a new hobby
i'm quick like shake & bake; god d*** I feel like Ricky Bobby
my mind is like a puzzle; wish someone could come and solve me
imma dog off of the muzzle puffin crumble in the lobby
wish somebody'd try to stop me, it's on now
so I drown in alcohol until I f****** fall down
need me mo my medicine; I'm washing it down with the crown
i' m just being honest bout the biz I been about, b****

Whatcha Gonna Do?

Whatcha Gonna Do? (Instrumental)

Produced by Stemodity

test my buttons, blood'll run and you'll be buried where the worm'll be
bad bitch call me daddy, but that word she didn't learn from me
ass so thick I had to send her home with rug burn on her knees
now she crying on my line like "senpai, won't you notice me?"
come and feel the rumble of the thunder, motherfucker
now my demons screaming louder; shouldnta woke me from my slumber
in the gutter; whatchu smoking on? you said it's mari-what-a?
did i stutter? i been known to lay a hater down prone
so i'mma lay some flows for some sucker hoes to jack that
your squad kin to snitching; you could call yourselves the rat pack
all up in your biz, done called your bluff like it was blackjack
I'mma lay it thick on your bitch when I smack that
and I'm quick to smack the smirk up off of your face
stomp a pussy hater out until his glasses start to break
i been pressing on the gas and never stepping on the brakes
now you bout to meet your fate because you made a big mistake
blood on the walls and it's leaving a stain
now I'm picking up pieces of somebodies brain
knowing it's run away or stay shackled in chains
I compete in the race that I'm placed in today
got nowhere left to run or hide or die
passing the time while I get high
I cannot find the light or why's
the rights, the wrongs that writes the songs
its a long road; I bid you hasta leugo
puffing on some THC that came here straight from San Diego
off the payroll, still I'm stacking chips; getting kisses on my dick
ice ain't all upon my wrist; still, I'm boutta blow up real quick
out here it ain't clean up in these streets; they mean and bashful
best keep your pistol tuck same place that you keep your cashroll
or lose it quicker than a goodyear tire on a fast roll
no cruise control in the fast lane if you can handle that role

Please Notice Me, Senpai!

he been better, let alone not curled up in position fetal
and the consequences got his knees weak and feeling real feeble
never expected him to fall victim to something so evil
after all, his whole life he was the one afraid of the needles and the smoke
now he don't fear to let the hash bubble
but the pills run into trouble quick; and scripts? He's known to fumble it
oxycotton got caught his esophagus, he's coughing blood and puddles of it
tract marks up and down his arm; he's armed with harm reduction kits
reagents and fent test strips
beading down his head sweat drips 
someone check his psychometrics; life expectence dips real quick
need an expert in pharmacokinetics well as blessings
steady been stressing on his day
got him chasing dragons that bite you in ways that the meds cant
 he's about to take a trip that deep down where the dead lay
hes about the make his fate; done played the game that don't play
got patience but my size 9'll make your face bone concave
ain't a junkie but he's cut off from the same coke rock
all the drugging to the dome gon' make his brain go rot
2 12's in the trunk to make his bass go knock
move shells from the barrel to your head, dreadlock
nope
i don't give a single mother fuck about the luck in which you stuck in
you made the bed that you been laying in, praying to satan ain't saving a thing
it stay wasting your time; devils dance in your mindset
better go check up on your grindset
fed up with the place that your mind went
gotta get a way up and out of this mess that you made
cannot complain when you created it
hit my line on holiday then you gon have to wait a bit
did my time; gone long astray to fade to grey in sacred tint
you basic kids steady emulating everything they did   
go and get your own; I'm hoping to hone my own

Deathbound

you picked a swell place to gravitate
day got em stealing to satiate habits
fake cannabanoids make you pray as you salivate
cling to faith as colors in the room saturate
choke on the smoke that they peddle
cant take the heat? keep your feet off the kettle
and your ass out the kitchen we gripping some metal
sing like a canary we know where to send ya
we're shooting birdies down out of the sky
we don't need us no reason as to why
offended? take that pussy boy shit inside
come back when you're done whining and growing a spine
hi nice to meet you imma boss
at his before your lil ass was in drawers
and your daddy was sniffing that yay through a straw
age of fifteen first time having withdrawls
balls bout the size of boulder city
itching to fig what this fifty gon get me
pack of a half of a zip then I flip it
just kidding 
i smoke up til my lungs is twitching
you made it but still you missin and they hittin
clout demons stealing the pots that you piss in
I'm fixing rot in this loft that they lifting
if one man's hero's another man's villain I'm filling the shoes
it ain't no faking I been a issue
along this road met a sinner or two
shared a few drinks and a dinner or two and chemical misuse
this addiction confused with recreation use
little bobby swallowed by the whole damn bottle
did I stutter?
found his mother was a cocaine-cutter
put upon a missing person page and dead up in the gutter
wonder why
did the well run dry?
must of got tired just sipping on wine
fine powder on the countertop, a mountain of the white
dollar signs turn men into the ones that they despise
wise tells no lies; eyes low rope folds round a neck real nice
 so cold this road in the world we fight
think my throat need smoke; some one pass me the light, like...
bright strife like a young matt dillon
try to light the way still they paint me the villain
doing better than the blood they spilling
feel the rhythm of venom i been spitting 
while you sitting on your ass in the safe little space that you been given
smoke another case to my face to stay lifted
see you on the other side, this ride'll get you tripping
and questioning reality like a psychedelic vision, hoe

Gunsmoke

The original track by Nobuo Uematsu originally appears in the game Final Fantasy VII. A close friend of mine told me she wanted to hear me do a remix of it and I geared towards it.  Naturally the tune came together overnight and I had a ton of fun. Enjoy!

Nobuo Uematsu - One-Winged Angel (573M Remix)

@northstatic @zbow3 @stemodity

Produced by Stemodity

VERSE 1 - NorthStatic
I'm that alphawraith
Deadly nightshade
I don't got no faith
Let me fade
Eaten up my eigth
Put me in a daze
Build my bodycase
Let my body blaze
I'm a hollow cage
Got a transparent face
Nobody remembers my name
Breakin up a couple buds
You could call me a stoner
But I'm sharper than a knife
Don't be fuckin up my persona
My soul's darker than the night
 so I forget the marijuana
Choppin bodies like the syllables
Just drive or you're a goner

VERSE 2 - ZBØW3
And that's choppity chop chop
If she wanna get it she can come and get this cock
I ain't never gonna quit
I ain't never gonna stop
I put that on my moms
I put that on my pops
I put that on my soul
That you aint gonna know 
When we run inside your home
Kill all the infected
Fuck it bro
Lets fuckin go
Like fuck em
Homie
I gotta let em know its....
It's the BoBoBagginzzz kid
I'm just beatin out my crib
I'm just rippin out yo rib
Just so you can suck a dick
You'sa stupid little bitch
Just leave me out your shit
I'm just high I'm too fuckin lit

VERSE 3 - STEMODITY
I been layin low makin art like van gough
blonde hair monroe 40 pills to the dome
find me dead inside my home, feds kickin down your door
ya better get a new phone cuz your shit tapped fuck that
I never seen it in my life man that's planted
I dont do it anymore but I did back then
thats what you tell em if they askin
they might put you in a panic
be a G be a savage
dont you give em what they after, Imma.....
(yuh, yuh)
 Imma crazy motherfucker that you never talked to back in school
Was gettin ripped in the bathroom listening to sad tunes
motherfuck a classroom but I aint a bad dude
Smoke flyin out the window when we roll thru 
scooby doo Im with my team with my crew
eyes be lookin hella  stoney and you just another phoney
dontchu talk about me cause you dont know me, homie

NorthStatic x ZBØW3 x Stemodity - CHOP!

Instrumental produced by @secretstash

============================================

[lyrics]

I'm havin visions of a better me Cuttin off bad energy
I wanna be the best that I can be so that means that Im comin clean
Did a lotta shitty things that I aint proud of 
My depression and regret is growing big and speakin louder 
than my words could ever do, this is way long overdue
if these rhymes apply to you then that means this goes out to you 
Im sorry for the things I said, sorry for the way things went
sorry for the tears you shed, im desperate to make amends
I understand if you aint havin my apology
I wasnt treatin you with good quality honestly
Some nights I wish that I was never born
Because I feel so damn ashamed about the way I left you torn up
Safe to say that I was livin life in sin
Im wishin that I never stole from the bottle of your vicodin when you were dyin sick
man i make myself sick
Id be lyin if I told you I aint cryin on the inside as im writin this
And to the lord up above, I been tryna keep my faith but sometimes faith aint enough
cause life is so rough when you look into the mirror in disgust with whatchu see
Wishin for a better me, smoke some weed then go to sleep
and thats the process you repeat but now i see much more clearly
I been moving onwards keep the bullshit from near me
cruising on ahead I aint checkin out the Rear V
Never goin back because the new me is the real me

Takes a long time to mend a heart so broken
I been holdin on by a single thread it feels like I got nothin left 
to do but get this shit up off my chest, dont know whatll happen next
Hoping that I pass but I guess time will be the test of that
Put my soul into these raps but this shit didnt happen automatic
I been at it for a minute but this is still the begining 
but for years i been, killin shit, attacking all the panic I been livin with 
day to day, i been steady trying to chase all of my shame away
Now im standin face to face with all the fuckin pain I made
So manys days before I done became the man I am today
I just wanna thank the lord for every single breath I take 
I'm prayin that the angels watchin over me 
And im prayin that the devil cant get a hold of me 
Hopefully I stay upon the right path 
Runnin down the right track
Cuttin out my bad habits
Dreams of livin lavish uh
So lets just the past behind us
sometimes love is what blinds us
we dont understand the powers that binds us 
thats alright, truth can cut you like a knife
ego died but im alive and healin
tired of being deprived of feelin happy
I cant stand this fuckin feeling in my chest
When I think of my regrets
All this stress I cant suppress
Has me feeling left for dead
inside my head Im in distress
I feel possessed 
I cant express the state of my mindset
Im depressed

broken. (prod. secret stash)

10 months old ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

feelin run down
system overload
Livin with a frown
I need a serotonin overdose
Too late
brain comatose
Im a fuckin livin walkin talkin zombie
come and stop me 
do you copy
Get my transmission
Never meant shit
now Stevie on a mission
Be a witness to the sickness that he dishin
Wont listen to the things you say
I dont give a fuck whatcha think of me

I dont give a fuck bout the day to day
Wastin all my time watch it fade away
Don't know how to say what I wanna say
Waitin for the day I'm lowered into my grave 
No I don't give a fuck what you say to me
I don't give a fuck what you say to me 
Wastin all my time watch it fade away
I dont give a fuck what you say to me

I aint ugly
But im slummy
I'm a dog 
not no puppy
marijuanny
in my oney
light it up
Now I'm goney
Need some dope
Need some speed
I cant cope
even breath
Bitch I'm sad
But I'm funny
Fill her tummy
Up with cummy
hey

Lemme get back to the subject
Im upset by the fuckin way I'm livin
In my head im screamin
Cant suppress my demons
I need some treatment
All these feelings deepen
Imma kill em
feelin like a victim
glitch in my system
Man I need a fix up
know that im addicted
but I really need some more
throw me in the trash
let me decompose
I'm weighin out cons and pro's of life
I dont wanna live
and I dont wanna die
got a soul for sale 
anybody wanna buy
My third eye goin blind now
Thought I'd be way the fuck ahead by now
Guess some things aint always work out
Never gonna stop never gonna tap out tho
I'm out this hoe I'm clearin out 

I dont give a fuck bout the day to day
Wastin all my time watch it fade away
Don't know how to say what I wanna say
Waitin for the day I'm lowered into my grave 
So I don't give a fuck what you say to me
I don't give a fuck what you say to me 
Wastin all my time watch it fadeaway
I dont give a fuck what you say to me

GO MCFUCK YOURSELF [PROD. 5:10]

Produced by Stemodity

no worries im the kid ya really didn't wanna be around
fuck up out our business be a witness to the ground
say you been that deep but really bitch i have my doubts
know not what its like the time recover sights profound
Locked up in your room what do you do but get depressed 
and i feel somethin deep thats creepin up upon your left and
maybe that's that reason that they seem to call it destiny
time to face the place you're goin

you aint with the shit 
you just follow it
leave ya wallowing
in your sorrow and
whatcha wantin man
leave a hollow head
leakin liquid evil visions
haha, awful man...

Fighting for the truth well guess your loosing it
dont you make me laugh for things that tend to might go bad 
things might go dramatic call i a psychopath 
things just went ballistic thing i finally fixed it

fuck the rest you bitches cappin like i really mean a thing to ya 
yeah you so damn woke you soak the message of the media
got a heart bleedin in ya spouting what it mean to ya
funny how the ones you listen to the ones deceiving ya

i just wanna tune out all the yip yap   
aint trust many all they wanting is a kickback, get back
i aint getting used to the state of my mind 
im pushing ahead but stay falling behind
You don't really wanna know what you think you do
blissful ignorance, you know not  what you're getting into

you aint with the shit 
you just follow it
leave ya wallering 
in your sorrow and
whatcha wantin man
leave a hollow head
leakin liquid evil visions
haha, awful man...

DRAMA!

I feel pain within
I don't play pretend
I don't need to quit
I feel so damn low
Don't know where I can go
Built a bridge straight from my brain to my soul

Everyday is the same to me 
Waste 'em all away, I can't complain
Do you think I can take much more?
I'm your friend, not your foe
Still, you treat me like so
I think that I should go

Things Could Be Worse

Producer, rapper, singer, screamer & guitarist in Illinois.
1/3 of the band @vilephile

Stemodity

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