A social commentary on how everyone's the same.
PRODUCED, MIXED AND MASTERED BY VENTING PALACE
[LYRICS]
We all drive the same sportscar
We all eat the same caviar
We all bite the same bullets
We all kick the same bucket

Colors ain’t as vivid as they used to be
Maybe I’m just lacking saturation
Paint another picture of the past for me
I love it when you’re feeding my obsession

Everyday just feels like the same day
Stuck inside a cycle of the same old ways
please just take me back
please god, take me back

Caviar

STREAM/BUY

CAVIAR

GUESS WHO?
PRODUCED, MIXED AND MASTERED BY VENTING PALACE

Got off the phone with your main one
She told me I dress better
Looking like the devil come alive
Louboutins and red leather

Smoke or money I cannot decide
I just got a bad temper
make this shit look easy by design
VP is a trendsetter

Shawty miss me now, put her in a hoe phase
Take the stick up out the house, bringing back the old ways
Call me cap, boss moves, I've been making big plays 
So clean so smooth, they just need someone to blame

Clutchin everything I got
ima put it on the line, you just gotta name a spot
My homies love to stir the pot
When we get to where you stay, we’re going to move along the plot

shit’s worth nothing if you can’t come down
show me something I cannot fathom
seen it all, baby you cannot surprise me
a single call, I could kick you into high speed
Tax man, I’m auditing the game
If you think I’m wrong, tap in and make a claim 
Motion, we moving insane
Psyched up off of something I cannot explain

FETCH

MUSIC VIDEO: https://youtu.be/WFK24l3l_sY
WITH: @C3OF & @OWWLBOI
PROD: @VENTINGPALACE & @C3OF
ART: @C3OF
MIX: @ZYROM & @VENTINGPALACE

LYRICS:
[VENTING PALACE]
Yeah I’m stuck up in the ward
Put a midget on my money, you cannot afford
I’m in Toronto getting lit like Rob Ford
Connecting with my team you get pulled out just like a cord
32nd floor, we boutta go on tour
All these witchy bitches asking for an encore
Bitches on my dick for that passport
Long distance, having e-sex on a ouija board

[OWWLBOI]
I see through you like an X-ray
Getting money yeah I’m getting paid
I’m farming bitches like it’s hay
Don’t give a fuck what you say
Smoking up in the bathroom
Counting stacks in the bedroom
Shawty think I’m deep, I’m so in her womb
Next up, sprouting like a mushroom

[SAINT SLEEP]
I’m in Toronto getting broke
Cause I spent my bare bands on some corn syrup
Shawty sweet like It’s fructose
Licking on me, and her tongue like a rainbow, whoahhhh
Shoutout to my shawties in a straight jacket
In the institution boutta cause a racket
Yea I'm boutta blow my commissary on a new chain
Make it rain on the padded walls
Hypomanic falling down Niagara falls

[HOOK]X2
Tap dancing on the edge of obsolescence
They put me in the white again
I’m trapped inside my brain without an exit
At least I’m not alone, I’ve made some friends

[VENTING PALACE]
Put me in an institution
Before I’m destitute, I don’t got a new year’s resolution
I’m mixing purple like I got solutions
Hit you so hard I cause contusions
They can’t figure me out I cause confusion
MFNF, they can’t fuck with the movement

[OWWLBOI]
Yeah I’m out here with the troops
Banging like the Toronto zoo
Smoking on that exotic pack, shining color blue
Someone said they could step up to me, who?
Who? Who?
First time but I got so much style
IRS got me somewhere in a file
My tip in your bitch, sizzling like bacon
Bear spray on my hip, got you shaking

[SAINT SLEEP]
On the TTC eating msg off the ground
Prophetic vision finally lost and found
I seen Jesus in the window and he frowned
Smoking out of something head is swirling in a dark cloud
Smoking DMT cart watching Frasier on my phone
I got soggy bones and the fare inspector never wanna take me home
Now I'm smoking mid inside a padded room
Blunt rotation with nobody I'm delulu
Making money moves I hope they let my out my cell
I never told a lie that's a lie can't you tell

[HOOK]X2
Tap dancing on the edge of obsolescence
They put me in the white again
I’m trapped inside my brain without an exit
At least I’m not alone, I’ve made some friends

SAINT SLEEP & VENTING PALACE - INSTITUTIONAL ft. OWWLBOI

I'M DONE!

art by venting palace and @c3of

ft @checksnbalances

fight me

venting palace:
watch me sweep the fucking globe with my aggressive tendencies
watch em scramble while they declare national emergency
watch my city light up like a barrel full of kerosene
watch em how they actin with their common personalities

this world's gone to shit
watch it burn oh so slowly
never gave a fuck, never will
ur so phony x2

checks n balances:
fight me
if u really bout it all come n fight me
if really bout it come out here and fight me
link my addy to ur twitter where u always be
talkin shit bout people u dont kno so fight me
come n find me im in confinement so free me
so free me
lemme kno so I can show what a swing is like
lemme kno so I can show u what some death is like
for real

FEU FT. CHECKS

art by @c3of and I

your eyes take away my pain
smile once i see your name
I've been caught up in your ways
hungry for the love you make

made me feel so damn good
now i don't wanna leave
drink away tonight
so we can forget problems of today
your love is like an ecstasy to me

I've been gone for a while now
i wonder if you missed me
oh god knows 
that i really missed you




your eyes take away my pain
smile once i see your name
I've been caught up in your ways
hungry for the love you make

EYES

@c3of
produced, mixed by me
ON THE DEAD HOMIES

[venting palace]
got yo bitch on speeddial
fuck her on the floor tiles
pull up in a whip
brand new, yeah it got no miles
I'm a real fuckin fiend always facin trials
Mothafucka I'm a sadboy, yeah I don't smile
sippin on some arizona gee that's tasty
got a tit on my stick and shit blastin brazy
tryna talk to 12 you be slumped, real lazy
smokin crystal meth, now my vision goin hazy 

12 on my ass but I'm a fed
fuckin with the homies, you'll be dead
12 on my ass that's what i said
12 on my ass that's what i said

[papa sleep]
Pull up in a Mazda I gotta get that cheddar like I'm David guetta hold a beretta on some waste yutes 
I don't waste juice
But I'll waste you
IM A FED BABY
Lately Im tryna arrest you and your kids
Aiming at you and your bitch
Heroin on my fingertips i sold that shit to six and then ran donuts on your clique miss me with that fuck shit
Soundcloud bot for your plays
I dont really give a shit what you say
Pull up on me you finna make my day
Wanna hear a lie?
My gat wont spray
Wanna play
One take
Take your head
No taste
You a waste
Face my lead
12 on my ass on phonem
Creeping on you waiting for a moment
I GOT A BUNCH LEAN FOR SALE
OVERDOSED NOW IM PALE
YOUR BITCH IS COMATOSE CANT YOU TELL
RUNNING RUNNING 12 ON MY TAIL
I GOT A BUNCH OF LEAN FOR SALE
RUNNING RUNNING 12 ON MY TAIL

ON FOENEM FT. PAPA SLEEP

<3
prod by me

I've been gone for while
head's in the clouds
why you tryna x me
aint got nothing on me
yall so fuckin angry
you been waiting
for that fucking venting
well it's finally here
my heart keep on stinging
lost connections keep on forgetting 
that I got collabs
I'm so fuckin lazy
gotta put my ass in gear

flexing, no self esteem
tryna get a high
your eyes say it all

SAY IT ALL!

A FINE PRODUCTION BY VENTING PALACE

everywhere I go it's like I'm being followed by a red light camera
getting ticketed for every failure that I seem to manage
a vector for disappointment
a vector for irritation
a vector for hate
a vector infecting the life I once lived
with difficulty and pain
mais c'est la vie


I could run up a mil and still won't be fulfilled
I could cry me a river and drown in it oh
I feel so empty but eat till I'm full
Lately shit has just been feeling so dull 
and I have no idea what's causing it all

Maybe I'm losing my mind
Maybe I'm empty inside
Maybe I'm paranoid
Maybe I'm paranoid

I don't know
I don't know
I'm just in my fucking feelings

Where'd you go?
Where'd you go?
Please don't leave
I'm only human

Where's the snow?
Where's the snow?
Feels like winter but I'm not breathing


Where's the snow?
Where's the snow?
Feels like winter but I'm not breathing


Maybe I'm losing my mind
Maybe I'm empty inside
Maybe I'm paranoid
Maybe I'm paranoid

VECTORS

@lilnightvision
@distortionthe1

[VP]
Pull up with that clown mask
takes one to know one
I might just pop up in your driveway
and leave you sideways
sippin bloody mary
while your brain look like confetti
lettin' off fireworks but this aint no birthday party

[@lorddistortion]

Indy 500 I'm making you crash 
Rush out the corner like hitting a draft 
I want that cup so I'm getting it fast 
Your ripe for a lick it's as simple as that 

Melting his body back 
Mold on the digi screen 
You might catch a shot 
end up in the guillotine 
Vilified 
Bet that your sister is into me 
Clown on you 
Nah we ain't into no sympathy 
Its gross when it puncture his vertebrae 
Got him twisted round, looking like serpent paste 
Look at the course of our mission and current state 
Causing disparity 
 body get hit with that burner spray 
Wipe off that cutlery 
Catching the wind
Get a grip 
Of the fuckery
Semis and clips
My Ammo is communist distribute evenly 
way that we do things is everyones wish

TARMAC FT. LORD DISTORTION [PROD. LIL NIGHT VISION]

PETROCAN

ROAD RAGE FT. PAPA SLEEP

COLD OPEN

PROD. VENTING PALACE
I HAVE A HEADACHE
SINGLE OFF OF THE CUP SIDE B 9/27

pull up with aluminum 
I saved it for the chump 
I won't feel a thing 
cause I got diesel in my lungs 
say you down for foul play 
you blocked me when i said okay
I chop you up like fish filet
and serve you on a dinner plate 
 
enjoy your botted fans, bitch
eat your xans and shit
fuck off to another planet
while you're at it

you addict
beg for more attention 
while you have it 
you has-been
flexing pain away just for impressions

making rounds like nascar
yet you haven't heard of me
moving like a butterfly
and stinging like a bee
i don't want a check, 
I want a thot with double ds
I don't want a check 
I want a thot with double ds

NITROUS!

MASK FT. NAVVVI

<3 @depthstrida

[VP]
Bitch your keyboard aint no weapon
if you really were pull up, we could really get to slappin
get to clappin but you cappin
just an op with an obsession
for crying wolf on the internet
and frontin that you trappin

If you boutta bite, best bet I bite back
chiddy-ching ching, paid the fee now pay the tax
swing for a swing if you're comin' at my friends
swing for a swing if you're comin' at my friends

feelin' like clifford, I'm the big dog buddy
merging in your lane, have your roll cage ready
seeing your hands shakin' while mine stay steady
sparks fly at your crew like we're trading paint heavy

[@depthstrida]
shoot the glock
let em talk
what the fuck?
leeches suck
strida walk
know wassup
your shit flop
me on top ay

now that bitch up on my dick ay
now that bitch want some pics ay
liking my shit click click ay
her booty be thicc thicc
sleeping on your bitch like im a motherfucking maniac
you be looking silly bitch you lacking all your fucking crack

venting palace depthstrida
on foenem you sucking dick
you got a lot of tracks and shit but you dont have success with it


bitch i am so lazy need alot of money in my bank
got alot of people coming at me call me fucking fam
you talking shit you talking shit
you want a feature pay for it
"the trappy stuff im feeling it"

INDY 500 FT. DEPTH STRIDA

tell me how u gonna feel when the cake run out
i have a cold and im trying to make music
happy thanksgiving


i said i really wanna dip right now
got a blunt on my lips
bitch I'm baked right now
tell me how you gon' feel 
when the cake run out
bad bitch in them heels 
got the cake like wow 
i said i really wanna dip right now
got a blunt on my lips
bitch I'm baked right now
tell me how you gon' feel 
when the cake run out
bad bitch in them heels 
got the cake like wow 


all of y'all sound like nonsense
it eats up my patience
pain in my head
got me feeling like I'm slanted
snakes in my bed
wanna see what i've got?
boy you're at the bottom
made you fall from the top
money in, money out
all about that money now
seeing that i'm up
and now these old friends want amends now
i don't really need em'
cause I'm working with my boys
i don't 
i don't really need em 
cause I'm working with my boys now

i said i really wanna dip right now
got a blunt on my lips
bitch I'm baked right now
tell me how you gon' feel 
when the cake run out
bad bitch in them heels 
got the cake like wow 
i said i really wanna dip right now
got a blunt on my lips
bitch I'm baked right now
tell me how you gon' feel 
when the cake run out
bad bitch in them heels 
got the cake like wow

HEADACHE FREESTYLE

HAPPY HALLOWEEN YOU BEAUTIES
FT. @lvstforpain
ART BY @c3of and I
prod. venting palace

Bomb Squad

STREAM IT HERE

BOMB SQUAD FT. LVST

PROD: @biv
ART: VENTING PALACE

v1:
drop off the payload
hop out the pavelow
chrome to your backbone
step on the brakes ho
you can't outrun me, my whip got the turbo
chill in the chateau while you stay a john doe
 
is this what you wanted?
disjointed kid spitting all of these sonnets
little boy shaken, can't seem to stay solid
look at his sweater it's covered in vomit 
all of that ice ain't got no fuckin merit
copy your bars like a motherfuckin parrot

"TURN THIS SHIT UP!!!"

chorus:
pale like a ghost
cause I crawled out the snow
shine like a pulsar
a star on my own 
watch me motherfucker as I spin out of control
 
v2:
drag racing on the interstate
in whips you never knew existed
never gave a fuck about your meaningless existence
gettin way too close
boy I need my fuckin distance
thought you were a homie
but too bad you're narcissistic

aw fuck forgot to take my meds
and now i'm passing out
left my girl in the past
I learned that i don't need her now
at the atm
i need my money like a cash cow
bounce into your motherfuckin face and then I bounce out


i can't trust nobody
paranoid like they all watching me
approaching me
asking me to work for free
no siree x2

*chorus repeats*

PULSAR [PROD. BIV]

fever dream and I wake up in another dimension
I need all these fuckin bands because my bank in recession
yeah I got him real mad beacuse I fucked up his session
all these people at the door and I can't make an impression

aye
cut the banter, start the grind
speakers drippin' with the grime
while I'm workin double time
from the mental come the rhymes
bitch i'm spittin cyanide
while I wait for their demise

hot like yellowstone
he be actin real different when he see the chrome
yeah we rattle bones
you best go back home
bitch i'm feelin super saiyan when I'm in the zone

she give super dome, elon
throwin eggs at my home, boy come on
when I'm flexin on your crew
that's a +1
and I'm lightin up your zone
like neon

MESH

PROD. VENTING PALACE
ART BY VP AND @c3of

ridin on my rocket i got bands up in my pocket
loading bodies in the coupe I hit the key to lock it
think I'm going crazy bitch I've lost a couple sockets
when i step into the venue know i'm gonna rock it
sock him, then cock it, and aim it your face
got a huge ass line of humvees just to set the fucking pace
mercenaries always knew you were nothing but disgraced
we gon' slide into your home and wipe that smile off your face

keeping on grinding we don't sleep, nah
everything you heard about me, wrong
I have a feeling that it won't be long
till everybody making the same song
bullshit, eh?
don't have time today
take her for a test drive and leave her cheeks rosée
MAYDAY, i'm crashing off the k
listen to the shots and watch these fuckers seperate

drift into your crescent in an AE86
we beat you down with hockey sticks
and then we dippin' real quick

MAYDAY!

@sanperseus
cleanin the pipes
riddin em all of the dirt and the mice
shit gettin real, the hueys in flight
we got eyes in the bushes, ain't tellin you twice

your force don't suffice
fortunate son while you beg for your life
but nobody listens, you're left here to die
just as a reminder it's ok to cry

humvees in the background of a desert sky
muzzle flash blinding like a broke strobe light
cold sweats when I come home late night 

sweet sweet smell of a napalm strike
walkin like god, you can see my stride
don't act right, you can see this knife
 
born in the cold
I know pressure when I'm in it
I was bred in the snow
I'm in ice but she ain't wit it
don't aim high, i hit low
i keep makin bad decisions
want me to stay, but i gotta go
gotta keep stayin on top of my dough

STORM [PROD. SANPERSEUS]

know that i'm only a call away
i'm sliding through on my darkest day
just say the word and i'm on the way
laying in bed it's so hard to take

mind over matter but you're above it all
slowed down my fast life right to a crawl
pedal to metal and balls to the wall

get me out of this place
i'm really missing the love and embrace
but you ain't got nothing to show me
hell, you won't even hold me

I'll do what it takes
even if I know this shit's a mistake 
By now babe i'm so used to losing
I won't even know if you've used me

created a void that I can't fill
no matter which way I crush my pills
since then I don't know what's real
callin' out my mouth is sealed

Crush

CRUSH

THE ROBOTS HAVE INVADED A TRAP NEAR YOU

VENTING PALACE:
searchin grandma's cushions for prescriptions need my medicine
psychotic episodes i'm on a bender with the ketamine
I can't seem to deal, and now the paranoia's setting in
why you so preoccupied, can't heal every single sin

robots started speaking their own languages 
we're fucked
tried to lead the way 
but now your petty flock is stuck
music like a dyson 
cause your rapping fuckin sucks
punch a bitch like tyson aye 
i'm takin off the gloves

PAPA SLEEP:
Lost my meds I be better off just dead
Posted up on twitter text the fbi like let's just link up
Take my head off
I might get up
Shawty swear to God that I'm not fucking human
Loosen up my grip on sanity

I had enough I had enough I'm giving up
I'm trapping now im trapping now im selling drugs on VR
40 dollars to my venmo 
Frothing at the mouth 
I'm closing all my windows
Trace my IP end up on the fucking menu

PAPA SLEEP & VENTING PALACE - TRAPATRONICS

art: vp + @c3of
@kneeltodisease

nothing's open but mcdonalds, what the fuck am I to do
stay inside, it's okay, it'll all be over soon
barely seen the sun in 2 months
it's been raining like a cunt
we'll be locked down till december
so we got nowhere to run

don't you worry
the economy's back in the thirties
betcha the government's pinchin' they pennies
so they spend it on china
and get a lick at jinpings goodies

i never really noticed how fragile the world was
until something invisible pounded us to a red pulp
oh shit, who am I kidding
we can't even handle kardashians shitting
a little orange man is in charge of the world
and there aint a good thing about that at all

CONTROL [PROD. DISEASE]

Huffing N20 in the middle of a high speed police chase type beat

WITH: @C3OF
PROD: @PRODKXISER & @VENTINGPALACE
ART: @PRXPVNE & @C3OF

LYRICS:
[SAINT SLEEP]
Into the stadium
Off to the streets
Whole world look like my race track
Helmet replacing my cranium
Jacked the best whip in the radius
Keeping my bumper intact cause this isint trackmania
Off to the moon and I'm not coming back
Yall try to catch up but you only smell rubber
No match
Take the trophy you in dead last
Never stay close boy you cannot draft
Flow like a V8
It's all about speed
Supersede everybody you lagging behind
Engine go faster each time someone rhyme fast car with nascar
Turn a street stock to a late model
Never stop never change plates shits awesome
Lifes a race and I'm coming first place yuh

[VENTING PALACE]
Going way too fast
Like 180 on the dash aye
My stereo, it blast
Boy you thoroughly outclassed ay
Trade my pink slips and drive away jolly
Scratched the paint ho but never said sorry
Broke the brakes on a brand new rari
Closed the case, I'm in a brand new country
Sirens blaring and the lights they flash
After vermin and they runnin fast
When we catch them better not fight back
Torture weapons finna break they back
G forces gonna break they neck
Slipstreaming, boutta get my bag
1st place I need my trophies man
Pick up the pace before I pass you, damn

Saint Sleep & Venting Palace - Skid Mark

Music for statues

WITH: @C3OF & @BLCKK
PROD: @KIRAWTHESAVIOR
ART: @PRXPVNE & @C3OF

LYRICS:
[VENTING PALACE]
Does it shake you to the core when you go outside
Do you feel a sense of joy losing your damn mind
Don't succeed at nothing except wasting my time
Think I must be living in a damn lie
Like getting caught up in a riptide
Stuck inside the same day for my whole life
If the end is near then I just need a sign
At this point I barely feel alive

[BLCKK]
I wasn't me
I fucked myself on the inside
She know I hate you more than I hate myself
I know what I did and it come from
Killing both of us all what I run from
and all my friends know I fucked up
I drank you down for long enough
I can't write what I want
and I feel like I fucked up
She the pain in my life
I know how it hurt from the drinks tonight i'm on empty
You can't help me
I been dead from 6 months ago

[VENTING PALACE]
Does it shake you to the core when you go outside
Do you feel a sense of joy losing your damn mind
Don't succeed at nothing except wasting my time
Think I must be living in a damn lie

[SAINT SLEEP]
Everyday is feeling worse than the last
Wishing I could hit reverse and go back
Feeling trapped inside your broken mind
Twist my words
Why you'd have to kiss me first
Kick me while I'm down
Porcelain soulless lips form into a frown
Fell in love with a pretty statue
She dont talk she just watch me self indulge
I thought I'd understand this shit when I get older
Cant pursue the things I love when they hurt me
Goosebumps on your skin tell me why you dont deserve me
I just wanna feel the cold embrace of your dismembered arms
Cant remember all the times that we felt love
Touch you all over
I just wanna get this life over
Separated from you I cant take it anymore

[VENTING PALACE]
Like getting caught up in a riptide
Stuck inside the same day for my whole life
If the end is near then I just need a sign
At this point I barely feel alive

Saint Sleep & Venting Palace - Porcelain Lips [Ft. Blckk]

somethin a little different
art by @c3of and @prxpvne

LABOR

CHIPS [PROD. SANPERSEUS]

S/O @areizaga
PRODUCED AND MIXED BY VENTING PALACE
ART BY VENTING PALACE / @c3of

[VENTING PALACE]
When they ask me how I’m doing I just say "I’m alright, I’m fine"
I been having trouble speaking cause the air too tight
It’s time, I’ve been holding back too long I gotta live my life
But the sun ain’t bright no more

[CITRATE]
Wish you wouldn’t doubt me, wish that you could see
This is not about me
Bitch i am not free
Bliss isn’t surrounding
Bissed i wanna leave
missed me with the shouting
hit me with debris

[VENTING PALACE]
Learned to love the pain like I'm sadistic
What's the mission. with the gang we turn you to a statistic

[CITRATE]
Flipping all these packs i’m a bad man like i don’t really know what’s enough bruh
Missions making stacks never lack man my fights are never ever going rough bruh

[VENTING PALACE]
Used to never give a fuck
Why they all up on me?
Switching up what side you on
Who should I be trusting
Speeding down the autobahn
And I got a death wish
Until I kick the can I’ll stay working like a savage

[CITRATE]
Why are they on me i’m so done with that
I don’t even know why they stalking and what they talking bout

[VENTING PALACE]
Why you sound so monotone on every fuckin track
I’m with the coyotes and we coming to attack
You been down bad since we took you off the map
She said she a fan, went ahead and left her man

[CITRATE]
Like choose will i fall will i make it 
Rolling with the crew we involved with some break ins
Bitch im getting through ima crawl through the drapes and 
You know you’ll get bruised when i kick your fucking face in

SADISTIC FT. CITRATE

🏎️‏‏‎ 
@mercenariescollective
@mfnf

VENTING PALACE

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