Song about my brother almost dying after falling nearly 100 feet to what should’ve been his death in a crevasse at Mt. Rainier. The park rangers called to send their condolences informing me that my brother would likely die overnight as they had neither the personnel nor the resources to coordinate a rescue mission in time. I called my cousin who’s in the USAF and he recruited two Apache helicopters and a military rescue team to save my brothers life. 

What I just described and this song but scratch the surface of what actually transpired during that 36 hour period. The image used for this song is an actual image taken from the Apache helicopter looking down on the hole my brother miraculously escaped from.

D i S A S T E R ? D i S A S T E R !

L i F E ' S   C i P H E R

L i F E  C i P H E R

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Try to relate
'cause I'm feelin' left out right now
& it's hard to escape
the days
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L i S D E X

L i S D E X   ( i ‘ M   F E D   UP )   M E A N

C U T   ' E M   O F F

D U S K ( A L B U M )

F O L L O W   M E

R E C K L E S S

E N O U G H ‘ S   E N O U G H !

P R E S S U R E   T E S T E R

PRESSURE TEST

NOCKAMiXON

HOLDiNG BACK (HAiL MARY)

(Armada, armada, bite me, come fight me)

Bite me!
Come fight me.
Lightning;
It's frightening.

Pullin' out my glock in a pipe dream.
(Shit) I just might be
high and I'm wasted.
Cooking in a pot like some gravy.

Gatekeep my story. 
Never shoot my shot for the glory.
Saw you fall.
Call in for resolve.
I solved the problems?
Not at all.
I caused 'em all.
I tried to call.

BiTE ME (COME FiGHT ME) [Prod. by prod_timmy]

G°KU (H°PEFUL)

TiP OF MY TONGUE (Prod. by blossom)

DRONES OVER LANGLEY (Prod. by blossom)

GiVE iT HERE (NO DRACO)

WHAT THE FUSS iS ABOUT

BROKEN GLASS

PLiGHT OF THE NOMAD (rework)

OVER & OVER (rework)

FRONT SiDE SHADY (v2)

WiSHiNG WELL

PRiZES & DiAMONDS

Lo, this day hath been a cipher of deep wisdom, and though mine entreaty found no favor in the court of fate, yet was I perchance graced with a boon far more rare—a sacred tutelage under a sage of cunning craft, whose guiding hand may chart my course unto the selfsame heights. Mayhap this be no mere denial, but a veiled triumph, subtle as the breath of dawn; yet only the slow-turning wheel of time shall unveil its truest design.

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