My first try at this. I know its trash but I love it.

Screaming And Cigarettes

Who Framed? [REVALATION]

Close these curtains.
Im certain of who I'm hurtin,
Desertin. The plot seem perfect.
Deservin, the act they earned.
Its unnervin, the way theyd word it,
Despicable "people person."
The world has turned to ash, and I'm passionate bout the burnin.
Turned into the vermin arriving at my own sermon,
Absurdist, pure to the monster,
An ogre, overlookin his shoulder.
He has no more pot to piss.
Honest aint anonymous.
Dead as an opposum is.
Won't you please just tell me what your problem is?
Time and time again,
I wake up, look up at the sky, and sigh until its night again.
Press rewind to find a sign this ain't the end.
This the box we made for you to cage us in.
Yea, we made for sin.
I've grown so damn impatient with ,
These Satanists.
They fake this shit.
These real horns from my face, you bitch,
No god could be erasing it.
I'm tracing it,
Through visuals.
Residual,
Things in daily life.
Got me sick, physical.
Dare to poke the bear,
Over bodies I'm never pitiful.
Principles,
I aint got 'em.
Principals?
Wish I shot 'em.
Miniscule,
At the bottom.
Puny efforts,
Watered plants.
These crops been fuckin' rotten,
I'm plottin' on choppin' all it.
This your brain on drugs?
I'm an expert at cooking omelets.
Bitch, you got a problem?
My semi or Tommy got it.
When I got a problem?
I pick out a new narcotic,
To solve it.
Vomit is laced with these bits and pieces,
All these pills that I've eaten,
Vicodin start to sweeten,
Before my body dissolves it.

People Person (Dark)

Check out Echo at
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Bro Talk Ft. Echo

That Witch From the East

Vices

Wicked

Illusion

A Wreck

Yorik's Skull Ft. Exordium Magus

..........
Yo,
They had that big drop,
Spreaded out paper plates, weighed the ziplocks,
Smokin' out the ozone wit a hunnid blunts at the Quikstop,
Pit stop,
Homie this rappin' shit weird,
Load up crystal clear inside my ears to hear these screams I ain't breathe yet,
Tearing up at dreams of these jets that I ain't seen yet,
Knowing I'ma crash to the dirt 'fore I break even,
A teen that's meetin' up for a friend to make off a Vic-n-Ike,
Addict itchin' rabidly, scopin' another mic to spike,
He cleaned it,
Talkin' his act, don't mention his bloodstream,
Needles freaked him out as a kid, now look at this dope fiend,
His flow's mean,
Mixed wit a twist up, switchin' his people out,
Bitch I been the catfish, you wishin' you weren't the smallest trout,
And fuck clout!
Homie was blowin' clouds in the living room,
Party barely starting, got way too crowded, the center fueled,
Mass amounts of violence, they knockin' over a game of pool,
Stayed a fool too long, had me wishin' I had the old team,
So seems,
Last weekend's ragers had pagers beepin' off,
Sleep it off,
Wake in a daze, I'm feelin' amazin',
Wicked hit my line, hit more lines 'til I ain't faded,
"Sedated"
Whatever the fuck you go'n call it,
Never been a baller, never known to keep a wad in the wallet, 
Spot the problem, solve it, then wash it away wit some solvents,
Constant to gobble on the cobblers fulla perkys an Comet,
I meant the cleaner,
Your demeanor look a tad bit too dirty,
I'm gettin' meaner,
As I seen her at that bar, acting flirty,
Knew she heard me,
So I reach inside my bag for a 30,
Then the .38,
Rotate the chamber,
Click it, I'm feeling great,
Big curve,
Swerving that wraith 'fore it hit median,
Im speedin',
Oppas fast on my tail, must've seen me leavin',
Reloadin' up a new clip, take the exit, I pull my piece,
Now I'm peacin' the fuck out,
Back to my house,
To count bricks,
And stacks of large cash amounts,
I don't miss,
Y'all clowns was all backin' out, y'all pants pissed,
Am I mistaken? I heard you leakin' a full fifth,
Racked the China wit the coco, then sniff sniff,
Racked the China wit the coco, then sniff sniff
oh no bitch,
The dose is,
Overloadin',
Mixin' wrong ratios had the whole house floatin',
Please help him,
He can't win,
Overdosin',
Fixin a bong I made out of bones, found broken,
It's So-...


Paper Plates

.............
Yo,
Hol' up, wait a minute, lemme catch my buzz,
Cuz "enough" ain't enough,
If you down on your luck,
And excuse me,
Cuz I don't mean to sound that stuck,
I just keep on reminiscin' now,
Of What Once Was, look
Of What Once Was,
Of What Once Was,
Cuz I don't mean to sound that stuck,
I just keep on reminiscin' now,
Of What Once Was,
I,
Never would've thought I could've missed you,
I should've kissed you
Semi-automatic, when I be grippin' the pistol,
Pointing it at me?
Another onomatopoeia,
From the back seat,
Hear "and now I'd really wanna be ya",
Now I'm gasping,
Got me trippin', seein' God in corners of my peripherals,
Jaw just keep on jitterin',
Dribblin' all the syllables,
Individuals in the visual of a cynical mad man,
And that's me:
In the back seat of a hatchback,
Cry laughing,
Til attacking, the mass breed of two feet worms walking,
These damn streets, 'til I see,
A face that seem familiar, 
"Similar, but it can't be!"
Cause a stampede of the police, and take flight,
'Bout to be a bitch, or about a bitch if you take mines,
Lose my damn mind,
I'll spaz out,
An take lives,
Never known for choruses,
Horus rackin' the damn lines,
Boredom take time,
Depression wont rewind,
Sip a little wine,
Got me feelin' finer,
When I'm kicked back chillin',
A villain on the recliner,
Killin' for a livin', spend it all on all designer,
Burns up in my t-shirt's surely proof that I'm higher, than a fuckin' kite,
Better yet, a comet on fire,
Twisted up some sticky, grab a couple cigarette lighters,
Case it go out,
Now, I'm smokin' as I desire,

Hol' up, wait a minute, lemme catch my buzz,
Cuz "enough" ain't enough,
If you down on your luck,
And excuse me,
I don't mean to sound that stuck,
Keep on reminiscin' now,
Of What Once Was, look
Of What Once Was,
Of What Once Was,
Cuz I don't mean to sound that stuck,
I just keep on reminiscin' now,
Of What Once Was,
Hanging rope, 
Guess I better post,
Left a bitter ghost,
At a loss,
For all his emotions,
That it cost,
But he dope now, 
Buddy boat-bound, fulla moss,
Slobberin', coughin', like popcorn in his lungs,
He'll be rotten in a minute,
Pure dust in a month,
Backwards from the rough,
That he livin in,
There ain't no kin to him to show him love,
Or a synonym,
And now them bugs make a big buzz,
Swarming into him,
He done
Now he done,
Now he done,
But he don't mean to sound that stuck,
He just keep on reminiscin' now,
Of What Once Was, look,
Of What Once Was,
Of What Once Was,
Cuz I don't mean to sound that stuck,
I just keep on reminiscin' now,
Of What Once....

Of What Once Was

...........
You best, you best,
Best have an itch for inchin' closer to death,
Forget ya breath back on the surface,
If ya turnin' up,
IN THIS WORLD!

Bust out the Reynolds, instrumentals been gettin me too weak,
To spit up my rap sheets, all season,
Breathin', all of the toxins, unprocessed,
Poppin' on suboxone, ain't feelin too hot, nauseous,
Poisoned disappointment anointed toyin' wit humans
Boomin', like I'm a nuke, so no trucin',

Loosen up these screws in my head, wait there ain't e'en none left,
Make debts,
With the devils that're,
IN THIS WORLD!
Might be obsessive, over compulsive, shit,
No bitch, notice,
Both writs, Been slit,
Multiple personalities,
Feelin' like Ben 10,
Omnitrickin', chasin' chicken deriven from
Nonsense,
Big blesses to the bleeder of mad men,
Id rock wit,
Talk wit,
But now he isn't,
IN THIS WORLD!

Pigs stay arrestin' the witness,
Harsh sentence,
For that parchment paper thats tucked in the boys britches,
Snitches, pointin' they fingers, linger in ditches,
Had a couple brothers end up puttin' me on hit lists,
Tough shit,
Sentimentality ain't shit, bitch,
Sellin' my soul happily, Satan raps me to riches,
Sorry bubba, seen you tried warning me of my wishes,
Switch this shit 'fore it gets too demented,

Fuck this religion shit, it's all in your head,
You'll end up dead all in a hearse,
If you ain't cursin' out,
FUCK THIS WORLD!

Bust out the Reynolds, instrumentals been gettin' me too weak,
To spit up my rap sheets, all season,
Breathin', all of the toxins, unprocessed,
Poppin' on suboxone, ain't feelin' too hot, Nauseous,
Poisoned disappointment anointed toyin' wit humans
Boomin', bitch I'm a nuke, so no trucin',

Pick up all my pieces, disease this race 'til there's none left,
Make bets,
Wit demons screamin',
FUCK THIS WORLD!
Might be obsessed with total control,
Well shit,
Ashes, Ashes,
All fall, All miss,
Trigger-pull schizophrenia,
Feelin like Skip Spence,
Seein' visions, my decisions beginnin' to make sense,
Fuck blessin's
Im a bleeder of long pigs, that's you, bitch,
"Nuisance",
'Til there's no one,
IN THIS WORLD!


In This World

Run away, Run away,
Never look back, I'll be there another day,
Struggled writing raps, never knowin' what to say,
Causin' me to be impatient; precipitating the pain,
Do this shit like mental muscle, debuggin' troubles away,
All these bitches wanna see me be stopped 'fore I'm at the fame,
Picked a part, depart the picture, before I pictured a frame,
All these bitches wanna see me, but won't remember my name,
Got me chasin' Tracer Trains on a trace of visions I had,
Itchin' like a bitch, but I'm wishin' for more of that,
Smokin' chronic 'til moronic, too often tossin' the ash,
I been seein' my own death in these cigarettes in my hand,
But I'm leveled up now,
Watch me bust down Cancerous Bricks,
Tabletop lookin' like mountain ranges, cliffs,
Add a bit of a hit from off of a spliff,
All these bitches wanna see me get lit, 'til I'm at the Brink,
"Take another drink"
6 more days in the week,
Can't get out of bed,
Feelin' way too weak, and I'm pukin', seein' the color red,
"Best to let it rest"
Feel depressed,
Can't get out my head,
Lookin' for a seam in all these walls had me seein' my breath,
So now, instead of rest?
I hope to be woke,
I need those, 
This weed smoke make me choke,
I pieced those with cheap hos,
It's lethal, ya see bro?
Casinos stay rackin' out my dollars my collars poppin': Pachino,
Got a bitch that scream my name like she singin', keepin' a C-note,
And a bitch to flip the switch on the lights to show she a freak ho,
I'm a beast though,
Had me beatin' up them cheeks 'til she ain't speakin',
'Til the evenin' turn to morning and that turn to all weekend,
Ask a cretin why he'd sleep up on the boy,
Tricked toys with the spray paint: Money make joy,
Too coy, like a fish, bitch,
Throw a bitch fit? Wig split.
Sincerely Yours,

Yung SoXX, from the Stitch.                         Bitch.

Sincerely Yours,

An alternative to People Person. Figured I'd give you all something to listen to while you wait for new tunes.

People Person (Light)

Theory of Time Stretching During a Hot Day in June via Alcoholic Overload

Psychosis

Octavio Trips did not miss at all with this one, go show him love.

Limbus Infantum (Feat. Octavio Trips)

SoundKloud Rapper

Victim

Hugo

MD 20/20

NEVA

Worst For Me

2Shotz

Criminal (Ft. RandyCantStay)

Asphalt

JuiceBoXX

You DoN'T Single
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You don't, bro. Sorry Not Sorry  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You DoN'T - Single

You DoN'T

PillsVeryDopeBoy Ft. T-RAP$

www.soundcloud.com/crazyomighty

Go Show Him Some Love
Bronze Don't Have a Cloud Yet Part 9000

Folklore Ft. Bronze, CrazyOmighty

PillsVeryDopeBoy2 Ft. Echo OMI, Haezzy

Found Ft. Bronze [MARK I]

me and bronze hit tf outta this.

I rhymed wit orange the first time too around the minute haha

Unforgettable Ft. Bronze

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