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Wage Slave System

Inner Harmony

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Ojos De Pantera

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Feelings one gets...after the unexpected loss of an strong connection to another soul

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Mi Amor(prod. 4 Am Again)

100Bandlo$ - Know me prod LIVING PUFF x WLVSKY

Know Me (VIDEO ON YOUTUBE) Prod. BY LIVING PUFF x WLVSKY

Lyrics:

God bless America, land that I lease,

Stand beside her, and guide her through the unease and disease and police and caprice.

From the mountains, of calcified socioeconomic disparity, to the valleys, where opportunity remains a rarity with entrenched undignified unconscionable scarcity,

To the oceans, now plastic with foam poison

God bless America! My home sweet home.

But God damn America, land where poverty's a crime.

Stand beside her and chide her, for the dreams she's left behind.

Through the night with the light where sickness is a sin and treatment's a prize And the ill are left to suffer and die

From the mountains to the prairies where classrooms are underwriters for futures markets of the indentured minds.

Ideas traded, thoughts faded, knowledge left behind

Young hearts burdened by the debts they've been assigned

Educations leased, futures ceased, for a degree that's misaligned into an unyielding grind, and then we're told to feast and watch Kim's behind.

Oh God, America, land where justice is bought Stand beside her and indict her, for the equality she's fought

God Damn America, my home sweet unspeakable, unconscionable, precarious home.

God Save our contemptible, indefensible America, no longer a beacon of hope, but a cautionary tale reprehensible.

God bless America, my home sweet home
God bless America, my home sweet home

Bleach America (God Bless America, edited for accuracy and filtered for patriotism propaganda)

Was fucking around one night and didn’t second guess anything and full sent every decision to see what happened. This is the result.

Lyrics:

Okay I get it I get it back then I was different,
What you sayin that I’m changin now?
I did it my bidness on god I had a vision and now look at me, speedin onnaway out,
I admit it I admit it yeah I used to be a kid but listen to me I do not be kiddin now
Side lippin when you talkin, Im hitting every target
Im busy gettin started, gotta get it now


I don’t owe nobody time cause it don’t go on rewind, 
way I see it you be charging me for cheddar now
I got hours passin by where I could’ve spent my time getting paid but instead I get the runaround
Got my mind interstellar thinking outside the box like damn what if Shockey found another route
…Then I went and fucking did it I admit it you can bet that you won’t win if you gon stand around

I’d never get to see it happen, or the way it did
I got haters that be laughing, so what’s the diff
It be ironic cause they payin me with dividends they’d rather flex on me or on my head, you can guess again
Same words, same thing every day it’s repetitive,
Sick of yall but ion need no medicine
I been bangin on the door of opportunity like let us in fuck it I done kicked it down & broke it down to sediment

I don’t need no permission with pavin roads,
There comes a time when a man decides to go make his own
Only difference between us is that I’m free to roam, but
If you ridin my lane you gon have to pay a toll…

Shoulda stayed at home
If ya hate it why tf I hear complaining though,
On god bet I still bring the bacon home
Old coins shifting to some paper folds, made it known, Shockey really streamin on the radio nowww 

Back then couldn’t magine how it was all gon plan ooouutttt yeahhh

No worries got it as soon as I said it, gather round around, 
we flaggin it down, 
they don’t know the answers they askin us now,
I’m whippin my civic round town,
You don’t even know
Just Look at me nowwwww yeahhh

I G E T I T *slowed* (feat. Skeyez)

hiphop song i made¨
beat by me too :)
sample in beginning: Dracula (1931)
thanks for everything sample: Sex education...

NIGHTSTORIEZ

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Actually slaps"

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

Bleach America (God Bless America, edited for accuracy and filtered for patriotism propaganda)

blorgpulkfplorksickle

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