prod. me, as in myself, as in bruhmanegod

life aint fair to them o well
i aint there for them o well x2

marching in a pattern lemmings stay in line
marching all together just to stay alive
marching whether weather ever, day or night
does it ever get better, hey it might

you dont work enough, aint got a place to stay tonight
if you want it all you gotta pay the price
if it meant you'd survive then would you take a life
i know you see the goal but you aint aimin right

no regret
walkin to the death
i dont get upset
i collect a check every month
for rent
i can barely spend
tryna meet the ends
they collect my debt

i aint tryna keep you around too long
why the hell cant you ever admit it's two wrong
you gon know exactly what i mean when you alone
you gon know exactly what i mean

we all wanna be someone
somewhere in their eyes, in their eyes
in their eyes
so we aint in our minds, in our minds
we're all hypnotized, hypnotized

when the pressure press em i swear it sound just like
left my mind at home a couple months, i had to get right
thinkin you a god, you must be outta ya mind
quit a 9 to 5 you must be outta ya mind

think it's important for you to understand
that was your first mistake
why did you stick around in this spot, you shoulda ran
i just couldnt understand

life aint fair to them o well
i aint there for them o well x2

7 year waitlist (prod. me)

https://soundcloud.com/afourteen
https://soundcloud.com/qulan
Prod. me :)
Artwork by Gibby

MORDHAU FEAT. AFOURTEEN & QULAN.

PULE (FT. MADJAX) (PROD. IHYTREVOR)

ILL WEAR YOUR FACE FOR YOU w/ AFOURTEEN (prod. SKOTSKR)

take my shirt off, thank god (ft. afourteen)(prod. skotskr)

PROD. @jamesgorczyca1

THIS WHAT YOU GET
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY MAMA
THIS WHAT YOU RAISED
I'MA THROW MY LIFE AWAY
I'MA KILL MYSELF ONE DAY
I'MA KILL MYSELF ONE DAY
THAT'S OKAY
I GOTTA FANTASIZE BOUT SUM
I JUST LIVE FOR THE EXCITE
I DON'T WANNA TAKE A BREAK
I DON'T WANNA EXERCISE
AND ALL THESE NEVER WANTS PILE IN MY MIND
MAYBE I'M BETTER OFF DYIN' IN THE LIGHT
THAT'S ALRIGHT
I WON'T PLAY THE VICTIM
I WORK ALL DAY TO GET SUM
I THINK I NEED A PICK UP
I'M SELFISH AND VINDICTIVE
AND NOW MY WORK IS OVER
AND I'M UP ON THE POSTER
I LEAVE THE CHILDREN BROKEN
NOW THEY AIN'T EVER SOBER
INTERNET IS BLEEDING THRU MY EYES
I WANNA BE LIKE YOU, I'M BLEEDING OUT MY ARMS
GET SOME MONEY THEN WE GOIN' UP TO MARS
FOR SOME HAPPINESS, IT'S CLOSE, BUT NO CIGAR
GETTIN' REST
I WON'T EVER SEE YOUR FACES AGAIN
SHOUTOUT FRIENDS
THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S UP IN MY HEAD
WHAT'S THE POINT
IF EVERY SINGLE TIME I WAKE UP ANNOYED
I'M IN THE VOID
FLOAT AWAY, IT SOUNDS LIKE SUM I'D ENJOY
CLOSER TO MY HEART
OPEN MY CHEST WITH A BRICK
GOT SO MANY GIFTS
BUT MY PASSION DON'T WANT TO STICK
TAKE ME OFF THE SONG MY FRIEND
JUST TAKE ME OUT THE MIX
YOU CANNOT FIX SOMETHING
THAT DOES NOT WANT TO BE FIXED
DON'T GIVE UP
DON'T GIVE UP
DON'T GIVE UP
DON'T GIVE UP

KILL YOURSELF (PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA)

PROD @wendigowendigo

FOR THE GREATER GOOD
NO, I AIN'T STEPPIN OUT
IT IS FOR THE BEST
THAT I AM NEVER FOUND
I WON'T EVER CHANGE
NO, I WON'T COME AROUND
IF I EVER DO
BEST CHECK YOUR SURROUNDINGS
CHECK YOUR SURROUNDINGS
CHECK YOUR SURROUNDINGS
LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
SO OBLIVIOUS
SO OBLIVIOUS

SO OBLIVIOUS
TO MY NATURE
SPEND MY PAPER
GET IT LATER
WITH A GANG OF FOOLS
AND WE ALL RACE TRAITORS
IT'S ALL THE SAME BRUH
YOU NEED TO WAKE UP

I JUST BE GETTIN SO MAD SOMETIMES
I JUST BE GETTIN SO MAD SOMETIMES
I JUST BE GETTIN SO MAD SOMETIMES
I JUST BE GETTIN SO DEPRESSED AND ANGRY AND SAD SOMETIMES
IF I TOLD YOU HOW I REALLY FEEL
THEN YOU WOULD THINK I WAS OUTTA MY MUTHAFUCKIN MIND
YOU WOULD SAY I NEED A THERAPIST
OR PERHAPS 5150

I'LL JUST CLOSE MY MOUTH
I CAN'T TALK
Y'ALL MAKE ME WANNA RUN AROUND
WITH A TOMAHAWK
I'M GOIN TO JAIL TO NIGHT
JUST SAVE YOUR LIVES
I ALREADY FAILED
GIVE A FUCK WHAT THEY DECIDE

MAYBE I'LL GO OUTSIDE WITH A KNIFE
AN ATTEMPT TO EXTERNALIZE MY STRIFE
AN ATTEMPT TO EXTERNALIZE MY ANGER
MAYBE TAKE ONE OR A COUPLE LIVES
MAYBE TAKE OVER TEN LIVES, THEN MY OWN
THROW AWAY EVERYTHING THAT I OWN
THROW AWAY EVERYTHING THAT I HAVE
AND IT'S JUST BECAUSE I'M MUTHAFUCKIN SAD

FOR THE GREATER GOOD
NO, I AIN'T STEPPIN OUT
IT IS FOR THE BEST
THAT I AM NEVER FOUND
I WON'T EVER CHANGE
NO, I WON'T COME AROUND
IF I EVER DO
BEST CHECK YOUR SURROUNDINGS
CHECK YOUR SURROUNDINGS
CHECK YOUR SURROUNDINGS
LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
SO OBLIVIOUS
SO OBLIVIOUS

THE SAME THING OVER & OVER (PROD. WENDIGO)

art by @c3of
prod. @chase_noir

lyrics:
hypocrites look me in my face
pissing me off
wanna put them all in a grave
just let me know
what you trying to do today
cuz i really wanna bash your
brains in

i dont fuck with anybody at all
its not joke
i hate going out in public
id rather sit home and choke
tryna have a conversation
im thinking of overdose
check the miligram 
and shove all the silly pills
in my throat

leave the blood on the leaves
they get no reprieve
you’re better off
not speaking to me
i want you to bleed
i want you to be
dead
i will not stop till i see that
im on the fringe
of insanity
that i never wanted,
but have to be
dont care if anyones mad at me

hypocrites look me in my face
pissing me off
wanna put them all in a grave
just let me know
what you trying to do today
cuz i really wanna bash your
brains in

nowhere is a safe haven
theres no time for conversation
im ontop of the trees and i mob
with the ravens
ive never been an inspiration

i hate to watch the scene die out
everything got a price now
leave em all down in the dirt, watch em dry out
let the blood fall from my mouth

LISTEN

KILLING PEOPLE FOR THE BETTERMENT OF THE PLANET

SHOUTOUT ICP

I own your words
I own your thoughts
On god I feel like Elon musk
In information we don’t trust
I see those guts, I beat those up
I need more rush, my feet don’t touch
The sea or mud, I eat on dust
I’m on my phone, I’ll be the cuffs
I feed the feed, I’m out of touch
I got that bag, I caught that bluff
I eat the fat, I hit that blunt
Fuck all that talk, don’t need yo lungs
That ho is stuck, empty yo cum
You know wassup, I feel so crunk
I feel so dumb, I feel no fucks
I feel so dumb, I feel no none
I feel so dumb, I feel no none

Think before I speak, uh huh
No practice ‘fore I preach, uh huh
Ion stream, I’m bumping leaks, uh huh
I’m geeked up in my seat
I’m up all night, I’m up all week, uh huh
Your sleep is for the weak, uh huh
Blue light come out my screen, uh huh
I post before I eat, uh huh

Like bitch I got that shit on me
Bitch I got that shit in me
Life too short for misery
Living on my twitter feed
I’m dmt and ketamine
Serotonin, dopamine
There really is no hope for me
But ain’t that how it’s supposed to be
The algorithm’s broken me
That’s all I got
These thoughts don’t do nothing but just stir inside the pot
Too many opinions, they just bring my brain rot
Eggs all in a basket, eventually become a
Bird brain

I own your words
I own your thoughts
On god I feel like Elon musk
In information we don’t trust
I see those guts, I beat those up
I need more rush, my feet don’t touch
The sea or mud, I eat on dust
I’m on my phone, I’ll be the cuffs
I feed the feed, I’m out of touch
I got that bag, I caught that bluff
I eat the fat, I hit that blunt
Fuck all that talk, don’t need yo lungs
That ho is stuck, empty yo cum
You know wassup, I feel so crunk
I feel so dumb, I feel no fucks
I feel so dumb, I feel no none
I feel so dumb, I feel no none

bird brain (prod. shaggy the airhead of ICP)

Missiles

thank you to everyone who helped make this possible.

art by: @crustgooch

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