so many times

+* produced by andromeda *+

lost my mind will you help me find it?
saw a maze inside a dream and then I redesigned it
made a brand new word and then I redefined it
It's a concept, it's a feeling but I can't describe it
if that's how you wanna act then so be it

i just never learned how to get that close to people
she my black metal shawty, ima blood magick soulja
im feeling burnt out, triple digit fever
I'm a HCC shaman with my LSMO demons, I'm a

carved a sigil in my palms, i'm drippin blood from all my fingertips
got rid of all those thoughts but know the trauma still be lingering
put my ear against the wall so i can hear what they been whispering
the voices all went silent so i think they know im listening

tweaking in the crib, it kinda feels like im in purgatory
peeking out the curtains of the window on the second story
(peeking out the curtains of the window on the second story)

out in the sky I see the light
speak unto me in the night
out in the sky I see the light
speak unto me in the night

ancient evil channeled through my veins
baby I bring you nothing but pain
venom drips from my teeth
and they glisten in the moonlight 
gruesome crime brought to light
but they won't ever find me
black metal warrior
in the night with them black eyes

out in the sky I see the light
speak unto me in the night
out in the sky I see the light
speak unto me in the night

i just never learned how to get that close to people
she my black metal shawty, ima blood magick soulja
im feeling burnt out, triple digit fever
I'm a HCC shaman with my LSMO demons, I'm a

... drippin blood from all my fingertips
... trauma still be lingering
... hear what they been whispering
... think they know im listening

andromeda - black metal (ft. lord xin ov wendigo creek)official andromeda™ production

the valentine (interlude)

Faded watching propaganda prod. Twitchman

this just in,
you lost in direction
like a roulette spin
arrested
development
I'm uninterested
you irrelevant
embellishing
everythin you spittin
better send
the better men
in ya collective
senate
don't tempt me
you venison
you a tenant
and im collectin the rent
you an embarrassment
to ya camp
bearin weapons
send ya to Paris
and back
its been apparent
you was parent-less
a parasite in fact,
you lack the diction to speak with tact
don't speak

don't speak.

my mic could bow knees
this pole freeze
with heat
hold these
I'm ballin,
roll nonchalant like police
through streets
outside Compton
on these beats, a damn monster
you act like gods and fuckin mobsters but
you need guards and entourages
you rap like alcoholics
trynna gallop
you need a pamphlet when you wildin
by the books and you gon die by them
like the Crusades 
squeeze ya Bey beyOnd what you Say
she Lemonade
my pen is great, burn ya emblem to flame
to an ember that meet an ashtray
if you got shooters they Marry-Kate and Ashley
one-man show? you syndicated actually,
you aint never not had a label you a hypebeast
ya momma was bumpin too much Rick Astley
she shoulda gave you up out the womb,
talkin bout drums but you only tap spoons
even my radio ghost you cuz u just pass through 
In-And-Out you of Rv's, have you seein stars you boys is Hardees and fast food
harlots, Harveys [Dent], hasbeens, hacks and harlequins you hoes is Harvey Weinstein in ya mannerisms, and ya yes-man crew like #metoo
if i was a Make-A-Wish kid my one wish would be you to laugh you out the room fore i leave this plane
like Kamikaze pilots, Takoyaki in my diet, Kuchisaka-Onna my wifey, the mouth off the face
prolly catchin charges thats lower case, i shoot up with k's have you half-blood like Dolores Umbridge
for a Rollie face have them sending you a cross like trynna measure its circumfrence
have you meetin all these dead rappers like a CN City bumper
im like a vampire up out my slumber, you bunch of sons of heathens and leeches
your pores like sequins around killers and emcees n
you giving the room Trypophobia being squeamish
Tookie with the bike how your hematosis all wrong
you lookin nervous, like its eating at you- Multiple Sclerosis ass boy
i roll up like I'm carrying tabloids, and smoke you ass boy
i see the blood in your skull, you the liquid courage of Dan Akroyd
your flows is sick in the worst way, its giving Typhoid
and if i say your name 3 times, its gon be scary how you mirror me
so you can stay with the fake shit like you Beetlejuice,
you been leavin trails on the floor like Garry with ya pussy juice
look at you.

FuckedUpAndDone (prod. 444jets)

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