Clout Chases Me (prod. hastie0007, exystacy2000)

first verse- me
second verse- https://soundcloud.com/chriswrightotj
produced by https://soundcloud.com/kamijoi and https://soundcloud.com/sunglessessystem
mixed/mastered by Dan Brown

boof lyrics:

Hot dog, I know some cold cats 
In your fridge you got cold cuts but no raps, so sad 
You ain't hungry like me I steady starve 
I keep the burner around like messy marv 
Honestly though, young boof lies a lot
No one wants a decent human being on there iPod 
Maybe a zune or a hit clip 
I know a ghetto chick that holds her hair up with a chip clip 
I'm like, your noodle ain't a bag of bugles 
And if you outta cheddar doodles then it's later boo boo 
I only liked her for the snacks in her cabinet
without variety packs the shawty average
If you got sour cream and onion you get railed quick 
But you ain't gettin shit with those kale chips 

She don't get why all I thinks about
snacks and raps and raps and snacks
She don't get why all I cares about 
Snacks and raps and raps and snacks

chris lyrics:

tallahassee
lassy sassy
juicey juice
thousand island dressing
idk the rest rap genius it

this goes to those who keep the variety packs AND the family size bags on deck when i see u imma kiss u

snack rap feat. chris wright ((prod. ninjoi. x サングラスSYSTEM))

if design dictates function, what am i? w/ autumn keys

sick (prod. mt. marcy)

I awoke from a dream that haunted me throughout the day. I decided to write down something to get my mind off it.

Production for the debut project has officially begun.

Excited to show you what it was.

This song is for the soul.

I feel your pain.

There is light at the end of the tunnel.

Love to Zenji , Sam Wise , & Slim Tone on the beat.

Just had to get something off my chest.

I will see you soon. 

2017.

It begins.

,


Burney.

Torn To Pieces (Burney's Soul)

Lyrics: 

Most nights I spend alone staring at Orion's belt 
Crooked constellation tell the future 
Try to find myself 
I wonder why God waits until I fail so he can try to help 
Anxiety has plagued me with debates 
The mind unwinds itself 
Denies that health is fading faster 
Always happens just right after
Laughter dies away and burning pain begins to take its place 
Always when I'm bound to sleep 
Awake to sounds of busy streets and screams from neighbors fighting 
Please just take me far from apathy 
What's happening? 
Demons grab my feet they're dragging me 
Down to depths unknown I float there ain't no gravity 
Wake up in the dusk I just leave my room a mess 
Empty 40s hoarding absent space around my desk 
Exploring horrid stories I've buried in my head 
Ignoring pouring morning coffee with a little gin 
Absent of a grin 
Absent of smile 
I think I'm gonna feel this for a while 
Hear me singing

Hook: ladadadadadadadadada x2

So heres how all my days are spent:
Wide awake at 4am
Cigarettes for breakfast then
I go to work same shit again
Fake a smile so no asks
How I pass the hour glass
I say "I don’t, I pass the bottle." 
dad thinks that I’ve got a problem
Ex said that im just an addict
Manic thoughts they make me panic 
Attacks are random, didn't plan it 
Can't escape intrusive thoughts or 
Break away from Luci's locks 
Until no put some music on and 
Drift away to space a place so far away displaced are all my demons 
Breathing settles down 
My hands no longer shaking 
Steps toward recovery might be the thing that breaks me 
So I crack a beer and light a joint another night of thinking. 
Headphones on I'm all alone 
Listen closely, 
Hear me singing: 

Hook 
Ladadadadadadada

As Days Pass(prod. Ibrahim)

se inscreva no canal: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCVaPNT91ahZf0DWTJxT-yhQ

Atlas Ft. Autumn Keys - If Design Dictates Function, What Am I

first part produced by @flayvors @smwun, second part produced by me

LYRICS:

coffee in the mornings
afternoons i lay awake
and hope that something's out there
something that can take away
my breaking state of mind
breaking state of hatefulness
it happens all the time
it happens

having coffee in the mornings
afternoons i waste away
and hope that he returns soon
smiling with patient grace
and makes sure that i'm fine
makes sure that my mind is calm
it happens all the time
it happens

it happens, it happens
it happens, it happens

like a plane crash shark bite, i know that the chance is low
but i'll be waiting here until the day that you can stand to go
where i am, 'cause i'm not a patient man
but i could wait forever for another chance to take your hand
and dance in place, break a manic state and start to feel again
drift through space, kiss my bliss away inside a helix spin
wistful hate, self-inclined and self-inflicated lately
i'm no help with livin', dear, i'm just a selfish fucking baby
and that's too real... far too real to ever say it
so i'll rewrite this verse again and strike all the cursive penned
and think of something better, a bit less detrimental
my life is still in beta... my hit-reg existential
for now, at least, i cower in my coward speech
happiness is out of reach whenever you are out of reach
i'd give it all away for just a single hour each
where both of us can come to terms with our off-balance feet
and learn to walk again

bottom of abyss or bottom feeding bottom-barrell staring
old apparel wearing, take the ferry in to bury him
sanitarium i spend my days and my nights quite
often, off it, talking toxic nonsense
common knowledge brought straight to the tables
stray from the fables, play through the cables
so the sound resonates in every nook and every cranny
read the book and popped a xanny every crook i got uncanny
at the last of it, taxing your passages, rapping a masochist
back to the past a bit, adamant savages, mad at him
hold the talisman above my fucking head like a trophy
and hold your head up in the air like a talisman
no battles or second chances around if you tattlin
all these snakes when they rattlin turn to vacancies after it's said and done
no rest for a setting sun, so impressed that you've never done
what you claiming... fuck the game and the statements, i've said enough

peace

IT HAPPENS // DIRT

atlas - such nice sounds (acoustic)

produced by @mt_fujitive
cover photo shot by @chriswrightotj

i have a cold

lyrics:
i'm getting sick of constant negativity, searching for some clarity
try to switch my mind around, reversing the polarity
and scuttle through the undertow, an urgent need for therapy
coercing me to stray from my roots

i've even practiced sacrficing bad news to aphrodite statues
antagonized by past dues, i'm camera shy and fat too
diet plan is snack food, banana pies and cashews
the person that i dream to be, i pantomime with tattoos
but even still, i sense the glimmer of my confidence
hiding under ink i got to mimic my accomplishments
they're few and far between, sort of timid in their promises
drowning subtle whispers with the engine of a rocketship

i can't linger any longer in the past
i'm not the person that i was back then
romanticizing everything, the flowers in the grass
were a stepping stone for expressing my love back then
but now i'm jaded as i cautiously detach
from all the people that i loved back then
drowning every issue via vodka from a flask
to think, the only thing i wanted was a hug back then

sick of constant negativity, searching for some clarity
try to switch my mind around, reversing the polarity
and scuttle through the undertow, an urgent need for therapy
coercing me to stray from my roots

back then (prod. mt. fujitive)

download <3

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCdNwuyB2dw

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
The screen door mesh framed the prologue perfectly/
as the clouds coiled into something more serpentine/
fervently, my eyes darted back and forth to catch a glimpse/
and managed to see something land beyond the glassy palaces/
dust rippled off speakers for emergency broadcasts/
as some unmarked vehicles were circling on past/
streaming different colored tape you're not allowed through/
all the while a vivid darkness swirling in the clouds brewed/
my stomach free fell every time I craned my neck/
peering up and out the world that maybe never paid its debts/
the weather vanes were bent from winds that seemed to change direction/
on a whim, impaling pretty songbirds onto tapered ends/
it started making sense when reporters stormed en masse/
cameras forward, prying up the boards, disclosing fortunes stashed/
but it was more than that, when they switched the channel/
to a discarnate voice saying more just hit the ground/

and so plentiful rumors sprout out the weeds/
trying to get a stranglehold on the brand new intrigue/
because it came from above and shimmered when it fell/
to here, shattering the facets of an upper realm/

I saw the silhouette of consequence/
up on the hill surveying the entire continent/
as many more fell, well into a countless digit/
peppering the field of view, the seeds that grew we're now infinite/
clouds were shifting more amorphic by the second/
like a portal pouring endless gemstones on the poor and helpless/
"pandemonium" could not express the event/
as the sand dunes were melting into a mess I've never beheld/
I shut the cover of my moisture trap manually/
the rattling up above had been addling my brain from back to front/
I could barely recognize the retooled, pelted ground/
that was beaten down beneath the steel wool textured clouds/
and I sat and stared up at the thriving storm that built a scenic view/
as ragged wires of light engulfed the night so unbelievable/
the water rushed around me, the strangest thing I've ever seen/
as the open door framed the epilogue expertly/