Prod. CRCL - https://soundcloud.com/crclxx

Once upon a time in fantasy land
I saw you at a bar, unwrapped you like a 100 grand
I'm a simple man, visions ran of holding your hand
My disposition led me straight into the bottles and cans
The cans turned to cannot's turned into shots
Turned into plots, turned into nothing but go kick rocks
Turned into Xbox, wait, are you alive?
I don't know, but I guess you aren't waiting for me to arrive
And there were signs, but they got mixed in with the hidden shrines
That's why you never were a partner of mine
That why there ain't no words left to say
No way, no "hey," no sentence to get you to stay
Every message sent lead up exactly to this
Now I only got one left to give

I can wait, I wanna let you know that I can wait
And you can go explore and I can wait
I can wait 1000 years for you and that I do
As long as I'm resigned to fate and we can start again anew
Tell me if you simply need your space
I can give it for as long as you need it, I can wait
I can wait... baby I can wait...
And maybe we can talk about it some
I know you're out there somewhere 'cause you never said that you were done
And know, I'm out here counting minutes 'till the day that you come back
I can wait until you finally come crawling back for scraps
I only want to see you one more time
And even if you spit right in my face, we'll that'd be fine
Because at least if you can bring yourself to hate me then I wasn't left behind
And please...

I can wait... Please don't go forever, I can wait
I only want to see you, I can wait
I'm sorry if I waited way too long
I know that all I ever did was wait till you were gone
I never should've waited but now all I do is wait
I'll make a holiday for you, a day for every date
And please don't leave me hanging
If you let me, I'll be standing next to Peter at the gate
I can wait... believe me I can wait...
I tell you I can wait, if I hold on just a little longer
You'll come running back and everything I dreamed of will be great
I can wait! I can wait! I can wait! I can wait...

I Can Wait

Prod. SOB Production - https://www.sobproduction.com

At 9 AM
I will never find another friend
Like you, it's time again
I just wanna hope like then
But not at 9 AM
Suffer through a night that never dreamt
Now no more lies to bend
We never started but we ended

I know that you said that you went to sleep
But I got a gust of wind under my feet
I need more, I need more

Ask me what I'm so tired for
I'll have you know, I don't sleep no more
You the Helen of my civil war
I reached to Heaven to find you. I swore
I'd do it differently this time
Act efficiently, I tried
Everything I could think of to amuse
But when it came time to speak truth, I refused
That's the secret, that's the trick
You wanna sleep till 9, well lay the god damn bricks
If you don't, then you end up just like me
Count yourself lucky if you're up by 3
4, then 5, yo, she must be pissed
Because I never got a message and it's half past 6
Three lucky 7's on a minimal line
I wait 8 hours, 5 more till 9

At 9 AM
I will never find another friend
Like you, it's time again
I just wanna hope like then
But not at 9 AM
Suffer through a night that never dreamt
Now no more lies to bend
We never started but we ended

When will you wake? I'll wait
Whenever you ache, I'll wait
Now we don't talk and our talk isn't cheap
But you stole the mirror while I'm clutching the sheets
If you asked me what I'd be doing at 9, I'd lie
I know that you said that you went to sleep
But I got a gust of wind under my feet
I need more, I need more

9 AM

I still believe in the power
Of changing 'me' and 'my' to 'we' and 'our'
And though I'd obviously rather walk a different trail
It wouldn't be so special if you couldn't summon faith and fail
I'm wide awake, I never wonder
It wouldn't change if I were younger
I know my time is nearly if not already run out
And I realize I might never learn what love is all about

But I still believe, I still believe
That there's power in that feeling and there's power in those deeds
There's power in the voice that whispers, "you will be okay"
If you hold that person near you, never throw their voice away

I'm one of a kind, they call it special
When a, a wonderful mind simply can't be helpful
I'm running parallel to everybody else's track
And I see them, but I can't just turn around and run right back
But even still, it's a beautiful sight
For a weary soul that's left without a single ounce of fight
And everybody still thinks there's a hidden source of light
But if they all gain its power, I guess everything's alright

'Cause I still believe, I still believe
That there's power in that feeling and there's power in those deeds
There's power in the voice that whispers, "you will be okay"
If you hold that person near you, never throw their voice away

And if they're near you, you don't let go
Your life is lucky, so live it slow

Power

Theme: Existential Crisis

The impossible, a mission to Mars
But cosmically, Mars is next door compared to stars
Let's take stock, what do we know?
We know nothing, just a universe of little Jon Snows
We reached out, it never reached back
As a species we can take a small comfort in that
In a system where we're living without knowing the facts
With no option to considering pausing, giving it back
Given circumstances, what do we do?
Nothing, but turns out there's also nothing to lose
See, for some, that gets them drumming to the beat of the blues
But we can move to any beat and color we choose
Sunlight's rays, beats by dre
Billions of years before we see an alien wave
If you let it get to ya, you're probably counting your days
Count away, just remember, always let it amaze

2022 MHH Cypher 34 (Prod. jeffJENkem)

Theme: In Five Years

Start my career, this is just the beginning
If you want a five year plan, all you need is a vision
Cash emission, trade emotional remission
In favor of the bangers where the high hats are hitting

Five years time, come and talk to me now
I'm still the same old guy, with my head in the ground
Head in the clouds, still beating all of you clowns
Call me King, put my head in the crown

60 months from now, you can bet I'll be killing it
Ask if I got the life, you can bet I'll be living it
Partying atop of the yacht that I bought
With my stacks upon stacks upon stacks of thought

Really, though, I'll probably still be stuck
Still lying face first in this ditch I dug
But you bet your ass five years from this date
I'll tell you all about it in the recordings I've made

MHH Cypher 16

I don't normally do this, but today I'll make an exception
So please, while I'm spitting, try to contain your erection
My name is Vitemin, you need me once a day
And if I had to choose one, I'd be Vitemin A

A+ for the flow, A+ for the lyrics
A+ for anything I do while you're able to hear it
You wanna try and grade me, I'm too far off the charts
I know what you're thinkin', how does an ego go to grow so large?

That month I was gone, you know I missed these tunes
And then the moment I stopped, I know you missed me too
The bulb went black, then the pencil went "crack!"
But now I'm back better than ever and I learned how to rap

I can see my execution makes you not so sure
So the only solution I see is to lay on some more
Now I know I'm dope, I'm hoping you do as well
The next stop after this murder, maybe learnin' to spell

MHH Cypher 29

Waveform - Produced by Mr. FijiWiji 
https://soundcloud.com/mrfijiwiji

The call of the marina, thrashing spinning blades
Rotate all the seasons by the crashing of the waves
Place the key under the doormat of the ocean
But he lost it, broke his nose trying to pry it open
The lion kept its distance, warnings with mighty roars
Pedal to the metal with no passengers on board
Separated from everything that he loved and didn't
Think of all the crimes that you've committed
Against barrage of waves, he swam and swam
Motivated by a constant mirage of land
He thought if he could swim just another mile further
He would be confronted by the shore and boards of crabbing surfers
But when he blinked, all he saw was blue
The same ink inside his eyes the morning he withdrew
And so he did it again, he held his breath,
Made his peace with the sea as he plunged into the depths

When by chance he floated underneath the hallows joined
He found himself beckoned by single shallow voice
That's when he broke surface tension sideways
Nose shattered once again by a highway
The mermaid aforementioned said it's just us three:
You, me, and the wonder of the city
He didn't need anything more than "go"
But she gave him less than that and she whispered it to him slow
He was enamored by the sound of her mouth
The puddle where his feet were made his heart pound out
A pink-painted city, working hand in hand
No mortal man up on land could ever think to understand
Water weaker than the bond that they shared
Stabilized a cracking country otherwise beyond repair
Earth, fire, water in that sphere of air
And alone in it, the city was theirs

Story time went on for just another 30 years
Until the blanket teacher gave him made it soak and disappear
The pier of this particular journey was sheared short
Because a boat of poachers loaded up his consort just for sport
Maybe he was supposed to defend the water alone
But when the population halved he couldn't call it his own
So he hopped aboard his pirate ship adorned in chrome
Roamed the stars until he called them his home

Now he's a king of nothing succeeded by imperceptible heirs
And no one gives a shit about the only shirt that he wears
Impossible ensnared inside his radium mind
Paul Revere inside the only force alive
If he could only circulate his message from the deep
He wouldn't scream warning messages that no one will repeat
Trying to enlighten packs of savage protozoa
Till the day he finally rises supernova

Waveform (prod Mr. FijiWiji)

Textbooks circling a wrist-bound envelope
Decisions, if he opens it, could doctors hear the stethoscopes?
He takes xacto to the sealant of his life
Or so he thinks so, 'til he reads no, finds he's still alive

You'd think the news would have him breathing in relief
Except he falls back on the old, familiar mantra he repeats
"No, I'm not good enough, I know I can do better!"
The words of the exemplary, modern, model go-getter

So he willingly submits into the vice
And when it finishes its work, he rolls around and enters twice
Corporate offering, here, take my dearest mother
Oh, by the way, thank you sir, may I have another?

What's the point of sticking noses to the grindstone?
Is the mind growth worthy of the time thrown?
At least for his sake, we better all hope
Because it wouldn't be his second rodeo with that rope

2016 MHH Cypher 04

Prod. https://soundcloud.com/kamalahdin
Theme: School Days

Every now and then I reminisce back to high school
But nowadays it seems so damn minuscule
Back then, though, it was my entire planet
But I couldn't see the forest, so I took it all for granted
It was kinda nice, but it was kinda shit
I could've rolled the dice. I mostly read the script
Looking for a sign that I was doing it right
And all of a sudden, I wasted four years of nights
I was supreme, captain of no team
A chameleon, slow caught in the slip stream
Unassuming, quietly brooding
Simultaneously finding all the comfort soothing
And I knew what to expect when I left
A touch more freedom and a ton more stress
But I found a whole new way to adapt
It came as a surprise, and that surprise was rap

2016 MHH Cypher 41 (Prod. kamal)

REAMS - soundcloud.com/reamsproduction

The first time we met, it was a late October night
The celebration of the ever increasingly near fright
The prospect of trading some consumption for deception
Was the first moment that I was alerted to your presence
In a stroke of luck, the population pruned
One by one, they left the room as the number shrunk to two
Off and on, I think there was a third person involved
But that was not the topic my mind would revolve
I told them I didn't like you, I'll let you know I lied
But isolation of opinion always makes me question why
Could it be that there was something I was turning eyes to blind?
Or could it be that they were finding faults I simply didn't mind?
The next moment shared, we were a little bit buzzed
And by buzzed, I mean we were both completely fucked up
Now I don't remember the exact topic of conversation,
But I do remember timid consolation
Fast forward a month, to a Super Bowl number crunch
We had the patience of a monk, but we didn't get nothing done
There was one outside the sea of sorted, sheeted numbers
Made the butterflies flutter more than others

Now I won't lie, what happened next was a damn miracle
Wrote a text out the blue, was left with evidence empirical
Hazy memory left Zachary entranced
And the confidence expanded by the BAC enhancement
And so it went, took some time to reconnect
Back and forth we often crept, but the time was never spent
This is where the story goes from cute, to drab, to tragic
As the steam train pulled up to the station, lost its magic
Fizzled out, gone, over and done
Point 'em up into the sky and fire twenty-one guns
I can analyze my failings, I can visualize solutions
But the issue lies between the concept and the execution
You see the problem, I gave you a fuckin' timeline
From October to April, that's too long for me to sideline
Now all I got is a string of disjointed moments
And ninety percent of critical components
I'd like to think these moments mean something to you
I think they do, but as usual, no I never followed through
And myself, I'm headed up a new stairwell
So for now I'll just wish you goodbye and farewell

Moments (Prod. REAMS)

Jungle Productions - soundcloud.com/jungleproductions

Face turns green, the sun chose to believe
That a boy burned into the world rose to leave
A man now, head out of the sand, left branded
Matured and wise, but not quite as he planned it
The world has a tendency to move
Only as fast, but probably faster than you do
And what do you do when the universe splits in two?
Time to choose, which side hides the truth?
And that's where our hero stands
Not by chance, but that's where the world commands
Stands still, but the sun's tellin' him to run
Many paths diverge into a wood, chose none
Will's left chilled, it's broken down
Left alone in the cold, and it's frozen now
Hands hitting and it makes him miserable
Bring him back into a time when it was visible

Master the booze, mask the bruise
Ask yourself, what more do you have to lose?
Try not to think about the consequence the answer brings
Fat lady sings when you realize it's everything
How can you shape your life, make it disguise-proof
When the atoms that bind you seem to despise you?
It's a thirty-man balancing act
Try to cross the line with entire passion intact
The dragon stripped our hero of every bit of his hope
Snapped 29 necks, now at the middle of rope
Void of fulfillment, so says the villain
Matters of the lucid are the only path to brilliance
So he finds himself slippin' away
Facing decay, right here in the middle of day
Genetically inferior, never had a fair start
Disappeared into his stare, like he was Earhart

Heave, shots to the knees
Visions of decisions that would cause him to freeze
If he had a dime he could buy him a diamond
And choose between love and retirement
And he's heaving, 'cause of shots to the knees
And the visions of decisions that would cause him to freeze
If he had a dime he could buy him a diamond
And choose between love and retirement

Has a hard time counting up to three
Stuck in the middle, fickle, and it's hard to breathe
Others say free, but he's torn at the seems
Devoid of the needle that he desperately needs
Drove down the highway, rode through the skyway
One way sign's a ticket to rapid tight brake
Never gave way toward the sudden lane change
Must be insane, watch the city limits fade away
And that's when the spark went out
Too much time apart and the stocks went south
Fire burning, but it's water on a greased grill
Keep on circling till its, "Peace, be still"

Heave, shots to the knees
Visions of decisions that would cause him to freeze
If he had a dime he could buy him a diamond
And choose between love and retirement

Burdens, washing up on the surface
Which tsunami, combined, drives you the furthest?
It's important, the crack of the warden's whip
Is a warning you'll never win the way the tortoise did
And that's what the program said
So he sheared it, then he seared it, pierced it out of his head
But if you take a break during the race
There's a million hares ready and eager to take your place
And he's obsessing over the how to hit the right keys
Caught between career and the Burt's and the Bees
But if it pleases him to fight and scream
Maybe better than solution is a thirteenth dream
But is he gonna wake up soon?
While he's sleeping is he gonna have to take that wound?
And is he man enough to wear that scar,
Or is it just another star on his x-marked heart?

Heave, shots to the knees
Visions of decisions that would cause him to freeze
If he had a dime he could buy him a diamond
And choose between love and retirement
If he had a dime he could buy him a diamond
And choose between love and retirement

Stay The Course (Prod. Jungle Productions)

Free download on Bandcamp: https://vitemin.bandcamp.com/album/passive-crash

Lyrics:

Look in the mirror, failure detection
Tortured by overzealous, rapid recollection
Hold it in, ever closer, tight
Be it broken glass, or caustic overnights
Like asking what the needle's for
At the same time injecting and needing more
But this type isn't hypodermic
It's a fire burning, it's a guise of learning
It doesn't matter what's inside
Don't care, insulin or formaldehyde
Neither one is safe through the skin
When you haven't got an idea what's occurring within
See five doctors, a shaman
Disregard the pad and trust in an "amen"
Reflect, and I might erupt
Place a cardboard box in the aqueduct

I'm pleading guilty, Your Honor
But you don't care how I plead
Cinder blocks into the water
Goodbye, wish me godspeed
I'm pleading guilty, Your Honor
But you don't care how I plead
Cinder blocks into the water
Goodbye, wish me godspeed
I'm pleading guilty, Your Honor
But you don't care how I plead
Cinder blocks into the water
When I found that judge was me

When at last I sink to the bottom
Deny to myself that I ever had a problem
Make sense of the mess I made
Lied when I said that I'd stow the blade
When you finally figure it out
It can plant the seeds that lead to self-doubt
Like, was it all a big smoke screen lately?
Do I hate the components that make me?
Try to prove that it's justified
And you've already committed a significant crime
Put the words into someone's mouth
And you've murdered the guard of the yard farmhouse
In the past, if it's all the same
Is anyone at fault if it causes pain?
I don't know, I just work here, man
So don't try to draw those lines in the sand

I'm pleading guilty, Your Honor
But you don't care how I plead
Cinder blocks into the water
Goodbye, wish me godspeed
I'm pleading guilty, Your Honor
But you don't care how I plead
Cinder blocks into the water
Goodbye, wish me godspeed
I'm pleading guilty, Your Honor
But you don't care how I plead
Cinder blocks into the water
When I found that judge was me

Cinder Blocks

Free download on Bandcamp: https://vitemin.bandcamp.com/album/passive-crash

Lyrics:

(I got that emo trip out of the way
Except I didn't, so expect that shit when you hit play...)
(I'm not fucking around, I'm front loading this one...)

Sometimes I feel there's a finite amount of happiness
And people more assertive just grab it, I get the last of it
When there's a surplus I steal a normal amount
But under standard circumstances I'm standing here in a drought
It's a fable to display a show of force
When I'm laying on the ground and unable to mount my horse
I'm waiting for the meek to take the planet
Like God promised, but honest I want to shout it out, God damn it
Do you remember when you didn't do your homework?
It's a nervousness while you wait, and that feeling lurks
'Cuz you know they're gonna bring the hammer down
So you'd rather not go, you'd rather just drown
Imagine that, but for your entire life
And you can't feel alive 'cuz you're climbing on ice
I can't pretend that I have it the worst
But I also can't pretend that it doesn't fucking hurt

I've been avoiding this aria for a while
Keep 'em listening by dripping it simple and feeding mild
Writing music that I've come to depend
But no one wants to hear a man dive off of the deep end
They wanna hear me go hard and shit
They wanna hear about my wild side and parties and shit
And when I can't deliver it, then they just up and they split
Music's too uncomfortable for them, they quietly slip
I've been told that I should try and write a happy song
Music's thumping, having fun, nothing's going wrong
Truth is, I have good times like anyone
Problem is, you get one song from it, you're done
'Cuz there's a million ways to say what's shit
Only a small handful with which to say what's lit
Every time I try I feel like it's a god damn skit
So I'm flipping the script instead of calling it quits

I often think about the way it manifests itself
A constant hazard to my future and my mental health
Because it's easier to do nothing than something
At this point, I ain't even running
People insist that the solution is simple
Five easy steps to turn your hum into a whistle
They probably think I'm lazy and useless for no reason
I'm starting to believe them
They never taught me how to have a normal brain
Feeling like I'm never gonna pass go in a rigged game
And maybe I should sip my lunch
Or maybe I should just give up
Is it normal to feel how I feel?
Have well-adjusted, happy people overcome my ordeal?
Did I wind up stuck somewhere along the path
Or does my brain not comply with its programmed math?

Front Loaded

Free download on Bandcamp - https://vitemin.bandcamp.com/album/spectre

YOBY - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCvLnJhd3jB_oWAgou5L9P3g

Lyrics:

Does the world ever seem to freeze
At the same everybody else just breathes?
Can't stop to ask what it means
It's not supposed to be only a pipe dream
At the same time, one of a kind
If it wasn't back then, well it's now a sign
Nothing behind but thoughts and rhymes
No more wine, no more spine
At the center, it's a hole in the plan
Can't manage what they all can
An attempt to help understand
Is viewed as equivalent to outstretched hands
The goal isn't meant for space
And they say that it's not a race
Twenty-two years, one long brace
But better pray if it's not today
They don't what I see when I walk down the street
I know that I can't grieve, but that never stopped me
Notice I don't change circling the drain
Cry at the displays, close but far away

What other people do...
What other people do...
It's not me, it's you...
It's not me...

Time to jettison, crash and burn
Because the early bird, he took all the worms
It's a state never wished or earned
Nobody ever anticipates the turn
See what they do, just like that
No, it's not true, rush right back
It's permanent, cause when your heart done crack
No tourniquet, but yet it's still a wrap
Talk to us, what do you need, how?
Do whatever you need to to feel proud
Don't need nothing but the scenic route
You got a Phoenix Down? You better clean it now
Away of course again, no need to pretend
Every day I spend
Every day I spend
On my own again

What other people do...
What other people do...
It's not me, it's you...
It's not me...

Twist it up, break it down
Nobody knows how to interpret everything that they found
And what they found, they didn't even know how tight it was wound
'Cause when it unraveled, it didn't even crack with a sound
It's just how it goes, it seems
It's simple if you think about the gears and machines
Looks like magic at the root of the scene
Because there isn't always underneath the message a theme
Nobody comes this far
Nobody comes this way
Nobody people know cracks that hard
Everybody knows that don't play
It's not the kinda thing people do
It's not the kinda thing people see
It's not the kinda thing people do
It's the kinda thing people read
Wayward, prying eyes, devils in disguise
Deafened, silent cries, settled suns will rise
Tell me your goodbyes, I'll be close behind
I'll be right nearby, look up to the sky

What other people do...
What other people do...
It's not me, it's you...
It's not me...

What Other People Do (Prod. YOBY)

Free download on Bandcamp - https://vitemin.bandcamp.com/album/spectre

RP Beats - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7CjFXsVWeHXlWfxdFxX4WQ

Lyrics:

You know right where all these technicalities lead
Everything isn't quite just how reality seems
If you don't want that awkward history to repeat
Then you better start choking on this mystery meat
[x2]

From everything you've read, it pairs up well with an ale
If they knew where you were looting it, they'd send you to jail
If they caught you with your fork in it, your coffin is nailed
But it takes a strong stomach not to chuck it in pails
And I know that when you're stuck with it, your luck is impaired
So you try to reconstruct it, know it's broken, unfair
I said that it was simple with a fistful of hair
I'm done bluffing, though, I'm running out of wishes and prayers
Handle with care, set it down on the plate
Cook it medium rare, maybe it'll be great
Yeah, I know that you're scared, I know you'd rather eat steak
Serve it up with some flair, wash it down with a cake
Alright, you didn't even need to cross this bridge
You could've chosen any other frozen food from the fridge
Man, they'll sell it to you quick, but they don't even get rich
They just enjoy watching suckers gulp it down in a ditch

You know right where all these technicalities lead
Everything isn't quite just how reality seems
If you don't want that awkward history to repeat
Then you better start choking on this mystery meat
[x2]

Ring ring, dinner bell, Bon Appétit
It's the same meat you tried to eat yourself last week
It's not wine, it's never getting better with age
So stop waiting, 'cause it's never tasting better enraged
Nah, it doesn't cook right, it looks like green
Spots have overtaken where the guillotine screamed
But if you want to stop, I hope that plate got cleaned
'Cause you'll never find your peace without that five star sheen
Wait, wait, wait, wait, what you say? You say you can't resume?
Because your stomach isn't valid for an acid typhoon?
Yeah, it might be slightly toxic if the topic arose
But it won't because your hope is set to low on the stove
OK, it's time, swallow it down
Leave it all behind and recognize you're homeward bound
Yo, I got another serving if you're not already numb
Now watch out for the airplane, yum!

You know right where all these technicalities lead
Everything isn't quite just how reality seems
If you don't want that awkward history to repeat
Then you better start choking on this mystery meat
[x2]

Mystery Meat (Prod. RP Beats)

Free download on Bandcamp - https://vitemin.bandcamp.com/album/spectre

S.T.M. - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQ2J53dqiDgOs3zjdKFw5oA/featured

Lyrics:

I wanna be a simple farmer overlooking many fields
Every blade of grass and cattle member strengthening my shield
Comfortable with mud slides in the company of swine
Independent with a lesson, everything will have its time
Maybe. Crops aren't always guaranteed to grow
For example, if they're suffocated currently by snow
Enemy insecticides are infiltrating June
But the weaponry is ineffective, section less than two
Surprises all around me in the fortress of the harvest
The pumpkins sit there useless if there's nobody to carve them
I can load them into every cannon if I please
Send your infantry, I'll match them and dispatch them all with ease
Get a scythe, I have all week to tidy up the acres
If I don't, the bank will send their repo men with papers
To a place that was supposed to be a sanctuary crater
I guess I'll hold up working on a farm, at least till later

If you wanna know right where I been at
If you wanna hold tight to the hope
Turn away from the dreams that I never had
Take a tumble down the palpable slope
'Cause lately, nothing's ever good enough
And there's no escape, even mental embassy
Now there's never any more to discuss
Say it with me now, no more fantasies

I wanna be an astronaut and shoot up to the stars
Hopefully before the food in tubes and Buick hover cars
'Cause if you bring the others, well then simply out of habit
I'd sever every one of them, pretend that there was traffic
Speeding like a bullet set to start an empty race
No, pathetic is not a setting on rockets, pump the brakes
If you could see the C-Beams that I saw in Pennsylvania
You would look up at my shooting star above and say, "invade him"
Sunday, Wednesday, Friday are identical in space
All the chemicals are ready to be steadily replaced
The spectacles are finished and the linguist falls apart
Truthfully she did already, no one left to chart
Major Tom is lying, there's no paparazzi crowd
And the blue is obfuscated by an isolating cloud
I begged for volunteers, but there were never any takers
I guess I'll hold up blasting off to space, at least till later

If you wanna know right where I been at
If you wanna hold tight to the hope
Turn away from the dreams that I never had
Take a tumble down the palpable slope
'Cause lately, nothing's ever good enough
And there's no escape, even mental embassy
Now there's never any more to discuss
Say it with me now, no more fantasies

I wanna be an angel looking out from up on high
To alleviate your fears and wipe your tears off when you cry
I vow to defend you, the only way that I can help
The kind of job you only take when you spend years all by yourself
If you feel that breeze upon your shoulder, know it's me
Reminding you to speak up and to listen, that's they key
It's something that I never got the hang of while alive
No, that level of genuine always caught me by surprise
Now it's my mission to make sure you that never stumble
Chalk up every vine for you to swing right through that jungle
If you see me swinging next to you, transparent as a bubble
Wish me well, say hi to my imaginary double
That's the thing, people don't exist like that
You insist to be a servant, they insist right back
All while never acknowledging that it ain't the greater labor
...

If you wanna know right where I been at
If you wanna hold tight to the hope
Turn away from the dreams that I never had
Take a tumble down the palpable slope
'Cause lately, nothing's ever good enough
And there's no escape, even mental embassy
Now there's never any more to discuss
Say it with me now, no more fantasies

No More Fantasies (Prod. S.T.M.)

Prod. Beatowski - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFRBaE_8GxUYesb0Od7I93g

Didn't you hear? Vitemin died
He literally sang about it on the Spectre B-side
But why? Ain't nobody ever listen to that
You miss the forest for the trees when you don't add and subtract
Sip a glass, knock it back and try to relax
Let me relapse, everyone's a pain in my ass
I'm a sad sack, I craft a different kind of crash grab
You know I would trade it for a different kind of brag rap
But I don't, 'cause it's more than I wrote
I literally used a microphone cord as a rope
And when I did, I wrote an album in the form of a ghost
But yo, that ghost is still surviving after slashing its hope
Eat a snow cone, snatch, snap a wish bone
Spray paint a camera that you attach to a quick drone
What has Zach done? He's no longer defiant
He also isn't crying, he belongs in an asylum
He's gone crazy, a synonym for lazy
He bites into potatoes, doesn't even add the gravy
Or the salt. He never seemed to learned how to waltz
He tried to run before he ever found a method to crawl
Did you hear that? Coming straight up outta the swamp?
It's a monster on a mission and you're under his stomps
And he's under all the needles the community drops
'Cause the Crock Jockey's here and he's coming in hot

Step outta the doorway, grab a jacket, and leave
Hop into the seat, crank the AC, then scream
Drive your own hearse, then curse the American Dream
Hurt a little if you only got the one on your team
Letter "I," grab your abaci, and number the miles
Need a bomb 'cause the odometer is not matching my style
No, I'm not a song bird, I never met a blond bird
I've been driving for years because I only got the wrong words
I'm a solider, that's what I said
Before I ever started rapping and unwrapping my head
Before the Crock Jockey showed up, I was better off dead
Before imaginary nuts, before the leaving on read
It's the colorblind men at work, digging up dirt
Put your arms behind your back and double-punch it like Kirk
You'll be sitting in that ditch until you slurp, slurp, slurp
Try to package up that madness till you burst, burst, burst
I'm graceful, hateful, popping outta your gatefold
Better sound, I'm underground but that's just how the great roll
It's unsurprising that a veteran nut
Will mutter medicine like butter till they sever it shut
There ain't a liar in this life that lights a fire in me
Because the demon on the mic will make then frightened to meet
And maybe I just need a Jekyll, but I'm sure you'll agree
That at least I'm decent value, 'cause the mixtape's free
Or at least the cost of entry isn't dollars and cents
It's something in between the folds of all the wallets and checks
It's the motion of ascension and the slowing of jets
It's the vetting of intentions and the showing of debts
On the broke-down rebound with no more shots
Only sober 'cause the smoke alarm's attracting the cops
But for now I'll take a double rum and coke on the rocks
'Cause the Crock Jockey's here and I'm coming in hot

Coming In Hot (Prod. Beatowski)

Prod. Kilgore - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCZ9d_HYqdIhahOUJPlftbrA

If you really wanna know just how I do this shit
Well you should probably know exactly who you're doing it with
I'm a critic of grids, a soldier and a kid
Caught in the crossfire fight between a sponge and a squid
I finally feel like I got nothing to prove
With both the family clan and the crew that I choose
But choosing is stupid 'cause it's a matter of views
See, all the value they attribute you is locked in a zoo
Then they ask you to screw, then they point and they laugh
Then they get back when they realize that you're smashing the glass
Like the damn Flash when they recognize you're not in their grasp
They run real fast when you finally go develop your raps
With a snap of my fingers, I separated the spheres
I'm already at the finish line, I'll wait for you here.
Where's the motion? Don't tell me that you're frozen in fear
I'll grab a rope and clear my throat if you're still bringing up the rear
It's a miracle that you're still running 'round
When your sound makes a clown look like Yeezy's second Bound
You're sweating and stepping in it, your head is on the ground
Because your set isn't heavy enough to carry the crown

If you really wanna know just how you do this shit
Well you should probably know exactly who you're doing it with
You're a critic of gifts, equivalent to a kid
Caught in the crossfire fight between a bum and a crib
You finally feel like you got nothing to prove
As both an opening act and a dude in the booth
But your booth ain't moving 'cause it's all garbage you spew
See, all the value they'd attribute you is locked on the moon
Try to spit and you're screwed, I just point and I laugh
Better get back when you realize that you're battling Zach
Like the damn Flash when you recognize my rattling tracks
Best run real fast and finally go develop your raps
With a snap of my fingers, I made the little man sweat
I sent that rapper back home packing and the audience wept
Rap a million miles a minute maid and what do you get?
It's the Crock Jockey, jerk-off, are you listening yet?

Are You Listening Yet? (Prod. Kilgore)

Fiori DS - https://soundcloud.com/fiori-ds
Theme: 2040

2020 was a long time ago
But not as much from then to 1996 though
And we grow, constantly picking new directions to go
We moving and improving both in life and in flow
And when I think back to my life at 23
I wonder if that person even was the same as me
I'm fiercer and I'm weirder and I land on my feet
I look better, I feel better, I murder a beat
At 43, I learned a couple things on how to rhyme
I learned to be a person and I learned how to climb
And get mine, every minute is a minute divine
I'm happy where I am and I would never rewind
So if you listening and wishing that you knew how to live
I'm sorry if my advice don't apply to you kids
I've given more of it than I could fit in a quiz
But you can't teach a life you never lived, that's how it is

2020 MHH Cypher 04 (Prod. Fiori DS)

I know that you said that you went to sleep / But I got a gust of wind under my feet

    - 9 AM

The Legend of Samwell's Girl coming 2022.

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