ISBMs - Prod. Walterwarm

Kablamo - Prod. Walterwarm

Critically Acclaimed Clinically Insane

I’m one of the few people in the catch twenty two
Sittin bored up in my room with nothing to do
That’s why I’m fucking with you, I’m a muttering fool
On the outside but inside I’m busy studying you

Just check out the way I think – Amazing with the way I speak
Makes hard to believe I’m blazin seven days a week
Kind of  spacy but I don’t portray that lazy speech,
I only live how many times until I’m getting laid to sleep

Only 22, they said that life moves fast, 
But when you get older it gets crazy quick, I might get mad
Nothing bothers me now, scared of Washington now,
They robbin you (how…) well for starts are our jobs in the ground

Everyone I know plays the lottery, but every part of me (uhh….)
Wants to go out partying but I’m not one for startin shit
Its karma, kid. Don’t leave the hungry starving, it
Will catch up to you, goes for all of them,  from mansions to apartaments

Still wandering…
For what kinda job I need no one knows, they all brainwashed an shit..
People cheat, makes you wanna plot revenge
I cant stop my ends, from flying out of every poket man

Not a good situation, being broke with no dreams
In 2012 coming up with no hope or relief
The solutions staying close with ya team,
In the end my peeps are all I got, if ya know what I mean

Walking Thoughting - (Prod. Sugar Cane Davis) w/ lyrics

beat by: https://soundcloud.com/tropes
recorded by: https://soundcloud.com/jimmyloudpack

Everybody in the world has assumptions that they whirl,
They keep you jumping through the hurdles; don’t they make your stomach curl?
To an extent, they help to judge you for the usefulness
But you wouldn’t assume I spit, looking through the crowd to choose and pick

But I’m useful for the task at hand, some stay expressionless to 
Hide they plans like druggies asking for rides and cash,
But they' bums for the worst, they’ve been attacked
So they lack compassion, because presumptions can hurt -

But it gets worse, I used to get torn apart in lectures
For big ears and wearing whacker sweatshirts.. the jesters
Would use me as a platform to gain attention,
Showing dominance through contrasting comparisons; it's way perplexing..

Its just an excerpt, got me buggin’ like whats wrong with me
I couldn’t walk across the street to talk with her cuz I was never popular..
Like I could never be cool, never got ahead when in school
I’d be a loner, zoned, emotionless but yo, I never chose that shit

I got to many bones to pick, but tried to stay above it
Never gave the public nothing, they can shove it, makin crazy gunmans…
They would love it, to see me losing my cool
But it was crucial to view and contemplate why they’d do what they’d do

But it still got to me, life of a scapegoat, the mind stayed in prision
Never gave opinions for fear of ridicule or plagiarism
Plutonic, slowly shifting like heavy tectonics
Disassemble robotics and found relief through the phonics

Of ebonics to help me configure the logic –
So when I spit hotness you can catch what I’m tossin
And though I still feel overwhelmed every so often,
Hip hop is my option to let it out, cuz I’m conscious

Problum? (Prod. Tropes) w/ lyrics

https://soundcloud.com/jimmyloudpack

Im just another one of those rapper dudes..
i gottaa act combatual, but im really just thankful for the gratitude
I could dismantle you.. but im lost inside my mind
Been messed up from the chest up its the cess bruh, got me damn confused
Just wait for the afterlude, you gonna have to choose
Between this verse and that verse, so take a gamble you dont have to lose.
Instead of some kids you can tell i need no adjustments...
Hair cut, well its buzzed, lookin rough, with the scruff, bigger stomach...
And i could give a fuck less about and overdose on some aggressive substance
Youre up shits creak in a little pipsqueak boat caught up in the slipstream - gotchu buggin
One of tha dirty dozen, drunk wit my cousins buzzin
Trunks gettin busted when the subs hit, blunted, on that dumb shit, 
Little piff piff on a quick spliff so big you could hit from any distance,
Pinch this, then rewind the tape and relisten

No Idea - (prod. by _Lip) and lyrics

Used to just be bumming it; // heartbroken and begrudging it
Thought that women were only using me for punishment
Life was never sunny, had to run with it //
Quit wondering if I would just be sputtering

Stuttering whenever I was placed in front of them,
fucking up whenever I would try to cross one off the bucketlist//
But that’s when I saw her looking lov-ely, got suckered in
Got sucker punched, so my presumptions had to stuff em quick //

For once I can tell your love is free, I couldn’t even stomach it
Like let me take your luggage quick and shove it in the trunk a bit //

Her love is a hummingbird hovering in front of me,
Glowing like some sunny d always bubbly to some degree//

She got the hugger hips and luscious lips, what a gift
Perfect subtle touch and hushing hints on whats coming next //

Made me understand that every other one just wasn't it
Cause she be the one chuckling while gunning and stunning me //

Even when she’s bumming I be cutting deep its buttery, //
Under the covers cuddling, she be so fun to me

Summoning my lust just because my heart feel like buzzing honey bees
Coveting the love - I still don’t know what it mean….

Yeah remember when I saw her through the window
Ayo what it mean
Coming clean
Never thought id be with such a queen
Ayo what I mean?
You stunnin be
Cant believe you there in front of me

Thru The Window - Prod. Walterwarm

In my heart I keep it real 
Locksmith with keys of steel 
Straight up telling you heres the deal
 
I stay focused, yeah its fucked up
And I take notice
 just breakin down the main components 
 
No delays but I’m cautious 
Worried the future will possibly crash upon us
Every time the market crash is brought up
 
In every class I thought I could answer problems  
But never exactly bothered
Yeah, that’s my problem..
 
But I gotta take action 
This isn’t a fad I thought of
I’m spitting millenial truth like yeah, that’ll stop ya…
 
Mixed bag
Passion expanding with more ups and downs than six flags
Like I’m right where the libs at
 
But opposing folks will just grin back 
Cause they git that everyones different
Its just facts but we’re all talkin shit, have a tic tac
 
Truth can hurt sometimes sharp as a pickaxe
Flip raps like I’m sick while you kick back
thinking that shits fat
 
Kick back thinking that shits fat

Selfcare - Prod. TOP$

Humans always thought less was more
Ever since we evolved and washed ashore
Used to eat less, and move more
 
It was like all was right, 
could see all the stars at night
Every person really had a call to life
 
Then we found a cause to fight
Let the gods tell us all whats right
More was wrong, started to see a loss of light
 
Moved to michigan started
Pissin in the rivers fish is swimmin in
Like whats the difference
 
More technology, less connections
 to see less truth and more pretending
Make sense like all that’s left is me
 
Eventually it all gets outta control
The population is about to implode
At the same time
In the same lives
At the same rhyme
 
Got no wait line
Gotta make mine, forget about you
We're on fire, when the flame dies
Gonna blame the guys and get upset about it
 

We just wanted better housing
But the debt amounted
To amounts we've never counted
Just think about it
Ah forget about it…
 
Most of the water is contamineted
But the rest is stuck in our pipes and basins
So there less to drink and less to wash and bathe in
 
Less animals more extinctions
Noahs arc would be an easy feat soon
I see gloom…
 
Ran out of land to grow out
So we built up, we got a  mountain view
Yeah youre my son but I'm not really proud of you 
 
Cause how could I ever amount to you 
Its impossible
You don't gotta get it just learn how to count to two 
 
Keep having kids but we forget the elders
Well make babies in incubaters insteada 
Adopting kids that were ditched for paper
 
All this new shit is getting old quick
Open one door another closes
Cold as fuck I need some closure
 
Work for shit we don't understand
We work for people who work for people
Who don't work for people 
They work the system
 
Gotta go to school for higher learning
Higher earning
Higher cost of living
Gotta climb the journey
 
Once we hit the top we'll hit the bottom quickly
More money to go around 
More people starving
More money for a small apartment
 
Stronger disease, stronger meds
Weaker immune systems 
More depressants and more abuse victims



 
Less exercise but more netflix for desparate minds 
To watch death defying in depth designs to 
Help set ya mind to forget the rest I've rhymed 
 
Less doing and more watching people
Even watching people, watching people
Who don't want to see you
 
I don't want to be you
I'm out to get you 
More law an order
More politics
Less morality
Less confidence
 
Now, whats wrong with all of this?
It's obvious
I've either lost my shit 
Or got my shit 
But lost the audience to lobbyists I've just…
 
Barely set the ground work. 
Lives aint full and got a hollow earth

Hollow Earth - Prod. Ohbliv

Cold I bring the frozen heat
Vocally I comotose your dreams
By any socials means I'll ghost the beat
Don’t police me dope is legal let me roll my trees
Roam the streets like driving sobers just a joke for me
 
Coast when I approach the heat,  you know my steez,
Every word is chose and tweaked 
Michrophone, it be my only weakness 
Exploding speakers flowing these encoded sheets
Poems speak like pouporri
 
Wish we were going green but I'm prone to reason
No belief
Hole in the ozone must be ufos with focused beams rollin deep
To overheat the oceans, abduct coral reef
But at least the coast is mostly clean ... 
 
snow will freeze, Me and my bitch aint spoke for weeks 
Then she showing up with rosy cheeks getting cozy like its Supposed to be
You outdated; phone is rotary 
Like modem tones and a loading screen when the rollers freeze
 
Most MC's not even close to me
Supposedly free, but feels like a choking throat to breathe
Low key, normal people slowly  Coping with low esteem 
Pokin around for some rope and the lowest tree
 
Society Most likely to die loney laying with pulse to bleed 
Scroll the screen till the social media feed is full - the rush of dopamine
Just from exposing bogus tweets…
At least that’s what I've mostly seen

Focused Beams - Prod. Walterwarm

Melancholic - Prod. TOP$

~12 years of writing and rapping! One love

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