Something I did for an assignment in second year. Kinda trippy. I'M A COP YOU IDIOT.

The Governator

Listener Discretion is Advised. It deals with the subject of suicide. I in no way encourage any behaviour depicted in this song. 

Love Song For A Bullet

I was bored so I made myself a dance party. 

I Made My Own Dance Party

A throwback to one of the first tracks I released on SoundCloud, with a crisp 16 bars instead of a loose 32. 

Drop a heart, follow if you can!

The World Is Your Mosh Pit REDUX

This goes out to anyone fighting a war, physical or metaphysical. I've fought my fair share of wars in my head. Maybe this will help you understand that you're not alone. You never are, so long as I'm around :)

Be at peace.

Second single from Peace. Love. War. Hate.

Peace

Hate, don't debate, kill em get rid of em I'm not feelin em go straight, to hell, oh well, too late to change the fate so pump shells, but wait today's the date that Trump sells, no way I'm gonna make it fake it to go and tell, humanity insanity calamity your own brand to be commiserated so stand with me, immerse don't converse, join me cursed in a burst to be well versed of the worst in our hearse to be quelled first, nursed to jerk a rockafeller with lips pursed, learned we're set to burn it because we heard it so fuck it we've earned it, we turn from it, didn't learn from it so go on mothafucka and burn i-it, kidding, skidding to the highest bidding, winning, sinning to the pious fitting, hitting sitting from behind us killing, given how we're feeling livid at your eyeless living, smitten with an itchin for the dying guest giving, kitten that is bitchin to deny this feelin, why lie to the guy who finds the crime high for askin a dime to dine on fine wine, whine at a sign to try to climb high, crying at a lime I find the rye dry, rhyming at a fly alone I lie fried I tried to buy a throne it's on loan and I sighed, stupid and putrid it's too late for Cupid, a futile wait soon I'll lose the debate a steadfast refusal to be another recluse a fated victim of the rules of this hate, 

Hate, eyes on the prize 
Hate, lies in those eyes
Hate, cracking wise while smackin wives you're hacking lives,
Hate, unabashed guise 
Hate, so tattered and it dies 
Hate, from the ashes rise
HATE THE HATE HATE THE HATE

Hate, eyes on the prize,
Hate, lies in those eyes,
Hate, lacking wise smile at your lives you're attacking our minds,
Hate, unabashed guise, 
Hate, so tattered and it dies,
Hate, from the ashes rise,
HATE THE HATE HATE THE HATE,

Hate, coming outta the gate with a vigor and gait, rubbin out a date with the liquor done straight, never felt sicker than this one trait, clever whether to sever a diss won late, whelp, oh please Obi Wan I need help, please show me the one, jeeze I owed it to be myself, on my knees unable to be at ease I cough and wheeze and scoff as I begin to seize, plagued I feel the squeeze of this disease, bitch please I prayed for the sweet release, these elite teams deep in heat it seems too cheap to see what sweet dreams are to me, see, that's how's it meant to be, demented mental cemented to be, lamented central intended to be, indented with gentle sin trends to see, now let's look endowed with a hook whether it's better put down the book, it's not in fact it's hot when you learn what you lacked, taught with tact you're fraught and concerned with that, it's whack, I hack on a Mac and attack all that jack with a smack racked in a sack on my back, I'm sweepin and keepin it clean while creepin it keen with the indignity unseen, lean mean fighting with such sheen, to glean the means of this lightning machine, fuck it's so much to clutch for a crutch in a rush to crush and create a gush at the lush mate, wait, too late, shit not another ingrate, spreading the word of hate at a nominal rate for the next ear with the time or the date, 

Hate, eyes on the prize 
Hate, lies in those eyes
Hate, cracking wise while smackin wives you're hacking lives,
Hate, unabashed guise 
Hate, so tattered and it dies 
Hate, from the ashes rise
HATE THE HATE HATE THE HATE

Hate, eyes on the prize,
Hate, lies in those eyes,
Hate, lacking wise smile at your lives you're attacking our minds,
Hate, unabashed guise, 
Hate, so tattered and it dies,
Hate, from the ashes rise,
HATE THE HATE HATE THE HATE,
drugged for sure, fucked for sure hate,

Hate

I saw people using the word, "woke," on the Internet to describe people being in a heightened state of awareness. Like when Killer Mike from RTJ shows up on Bill Maher and talks about issues in society as they're happening (his nose to the streets as it were). Unlike Killer Mike, however, people on the Internet prove time and time again that they're blissfully unaware and want to keep it that way. With that in mind, I wrote this song. 

Wake up people.

This song is from the upcoming full length album, titled, "Born to Resist." Release date TBA.

Woke

There is a certain kind of love that is like being at a bar for last call: You know you shouldn't be there, and yet you are, and continue to indulge, even at personal detriment.

Last Call (ft. Moonlite)

Here's a kid, a skid, ill-equipped to close his lid, wit, just a bit, frozen in his bid for a hit, chosen and not posin' he spits his shit it's how it goes and I don't suppose you've seen me at inner city shows then? Again friend, descend to what end? Well, I'm on the mend around the bend and I'm profound heaven send, lately I've been stately in a fate to be a hazard, so hate me for the benefit of ya' health and safety ya' bastard, so dastard a track mastered just call me the beat pastor, maybe the ass harasser or the unholy mass caster, names and games, broken frames and unwanted fames, if it's all the same someone oughta be at the end of the blames, they nominated me, I dominated so free, now I'm obligated to see how complicated it can be, shit out of luck for now, bury your face in this book for now, there's only one thing I can call myself for crying out loud,

So why don'tchya kill me, my career is so fulfilling, it insults you to see a room so full for me encouraging cheering, your words hurt more than the leering, the fearing, the tearing, I'm weary, I'm I'm done with this fuckin' emotional query, breezy so steezy though mentally uneasy, believe me, don't leave me, jeez you've decieved me, deez nuts are ready to receive me, achieved the touchy needy sense of fealty, toke this as I roll four more smokes for bliss, a low key kiss from my lady friend she's okay with this, piss on your words, you're shit's just that: turds, plus I'm standing here flipping you two identical birds, I curse you to a verse damning you as post-hearse worm food, the worst as rehearsed by this most well versed dude, reflect on your disrespect as you gaze in the mirror, and say it with me now that you know that you're inferior.

- BRZ

Loser (Loser - Beck Remix)

Classless he'll attack this, he poses a threat on any axis. - BRZ

I Am That I Am a.k.a Grandfather Marsupial (Prod w/ Zed Flanders)

Music/Production: Company Flow - Comp - Little Johnny From the Hospital Vol. I

Raps: BRZ a.k.a Breezy

Lyrics: 

I think I've lashed out at this world just one too many times,
I think I've asked too much of any girl that's in my life, 
I think I'll hash it out this world is worth the fuckin fight,
I don't know if my rhymes'll work but fuck if I don't try,

Only hood I ever knew came after the child, knock on wood with insane effort for the next infantile, good, learn never burn the instinct to yearn for better things where you stood, if you could you would, don't matter if you hood, it's a matter understood, I'll splatter your dome matter with poem disasters like Rud,-yard Kipling, I spit hard like it's crippling, then I'm in the pit moshing cause I can't crip walk for shit, rappers nowadays turn tricks and squawk their shit, but when I'm on the scene its like "tick tock," that's it, shouts out to Kesha cause she was livin lesser turned her shitty livin lesson into a pretty livin blessin, breezy never stressin with the weed and beer I'm flexin bring her near to hear the section where I reveal a cleared erection, no father to my style, I was a baller of a child, poppin off at the collar top dollar no honour, it was wild, my gluttony most foul, grew up to take an inch and turn that fucker to a mile,

Self-Indulgence

I write all my beats. 
I will rap along to them. 
Sometimes I sample. 
~ Haiku

Nevertheless, I let the music speak for itself.

BRZ a.k.a BЯEEƵY

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