Jazz Classic II

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Deep Blue Sky

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Jazz Classic

Jazz Classic (feat. Bex & Bright & Russ Hillier)

sun down
miss it now
coming to invade
its visions fade
as it shrouds
smoothers  round
fall again
fit to frame
moons to waves  
rattle graves
most aren't up to see it anyways
its all just fangs to fragile veins

sun down
miss it now  
coming to invade
its visions fade
as it shrouds
smoothers round
fall again
fit to frame
moons to waves  
rattle graves
most aren't up to see it anyways
its all just fangs to fragile veins

daylight stasis stays is hypnopompic 
watch tick tocks sooth melodic 
those arms rotate around till the brain goes rotted
im here for nausfratu and the mischief of goblins    

blue skies hurt eyes keep em shut tight
moon rise blood signs burning sunshine
fools prize eat right only for bug bites
subway trains for gangs warrior plight

now im trying to pass away leave my brain in outer space
moonflower witch hour unfurl nothing sadder
now it comes the end of days leave my head
empty place
four o clocks the dotdotdots I gotta say
anticpate
now itll be a rainy haze, stay the same, im afraid
but when the day changes into night, what comes alive
is something more than you and I
even monsters want to step in the light

Into Night... (Prod by. Bex & Bright)

wristband blues but this hoe bright white
with the beeper on my left, i ain’t left out of all they sight
day or night
i don’t know, i only know these fluorescent lights
and all the flies that die inside
reminding me and mine of i
slide down head first
helter skelter, make it hurt
cookies with the trazodone
pill cocktails for all dessert
go ahead and make it worse
scrubs straight out the fuckin dirt
yeah i wanna fuckin die
ocky never found up in the search
cold turk, no smoke
hope for nothing, it’s a joke
group or 1 or 1
“but im fine”
nah, gimme ya phone
goddamn im alone
in a room full of drones
drool pooling
im assuming that dooming is my own
pain cooling, no fooling the devil up in his home hoe
throw me in the jacket, waste away
play me out, left side stage
problems popping
dressed in broken brains
no bang
just draining out the fuckin side of my neck

psych ward (prod. souljabythelake)

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plague up on the lanes
plague up on the veins
another day
leaking grey over faux leather
still ain’t dead okay
still been under weather
but whatever hoe
treading water
said and authored
by the young hemingway
let it blow, let ‘em know
o a hoe? you calicos are bold as hell
o a solar flare
o a homeward demon
only dreaming here and there
my life is leaning toward the fiending
toward the shaking, toward salvation 
toward the way these notifications turning off

find me broken atop hills of bloody snow
find me joking at my wake to the face of my mother’s own
find me under waves of bloated bodies
with a loaded shotty
plotting nothing
except my way back to my home
never known
bound to bone, let the chrome fly
zone to zone, treat it semper fi
still alone, still atone
for the sins of another drone
same as me ‘cept i got they brain lobotomized


take a seat chew the fat
the seanachie of mortuary facts
favorably they turn their heads to laugh
no one wants to hear the kid recite about the past
so soak his sore muscles softly in a salt bath
broken back, pinched a nerve
under attack or so i've heard 
indict the worst despite the urge to sleep with dirt
one with earth
worms make home inside a skull
worst of all is to be dull
open my ribcage
a fetish to defenestrate
 
feeling quite too ambient
saliva from the lip
ceiling staring back 
severance what i live
that's a natural habitat 
got nothing more to give
waitin  for that ratatat
on to some stupid shit 
waitin for a mission 
cancer in remission hoe
ill scream if you dont listen shit goes to 11 though 
i gather up the money just kidding aint got no dough
i find it funny when i feel other than miserable

rich baby silver spoon mouth
never had that route
spill my guts let the demons out
heathens from the choir shout
"hey boss watcha think about it now"
at a loss how to handle doubt
rich baby silver spoon mouth
never had that route
spill my guts let the demons out
heathens from the choir shout
"hey boss watcha think about it now"
at a loss how to handle doubt
absolutely nothing is felt

homunculus (feat. nerve) [prod. nerve]

Producer and rapper and resident member of  https://soundcloud.com/splinter_faction?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Into Night... (Prod by. Bex & Bright)

aNervousCreature

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