SUMMER DUNNER

laguid

$  C H I L L   O U T  $

18 wcf rockets

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeRhO4vPXkY

shouts to m a n n y .
mixed and mastered by musicli @ old bill studios. 
artwork by HUEDAGOD.
@mannypeace
@iammusicli
@sloppycereal

He be lifted on his ones again. 
Love the lack of light; an appetite for when the sun descends. 
Flash back to swearing he’d never be one of them. 
If you hate the now by default do you love the end?
 
It's fucked up that dumb luck got him this far. 
Cold solders quick march living to be discharged. 
Kids laughed all bathing in their naivety. 
Save face and raise the front that few have seen beneath. 

Philosophize in private; let the pastor preach
looms. up on a m a n n y beat. That’s a banger guaranteed.
Manic dreams. Fallacies and catastrophes
Hack the seams of reality. Grab the Haberdashery.

"Damn it he’s gotta hiding inside the higher plain?"
Lack of friendly memories. It’s time to let the mind erase. 
Like he ever could command it. Heart’s the darkest. 
She laughed n ate it regardless without the garnish. 

Starving artist. Need to be eating his words
Cos they equate to the pay that he be seeking in verse. 
See that’s an argument he never willing to instigate. 
But push comes to shove and scraps occupy the dinner plate. 

Sick of love... Sick of trust... Sick of fate.  
Sick of time - he ain’t itching to grip a Zimmer frame.
Searching for nirvana... nah nevermind. 
Down n out getting high. Clown about with pennywise.

p e n n y w i s e /// m a n n y . (video in bio)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5WCy8T-xf0&t=1s

shouts to trngrsk.
recorded, mixed and mastered by musicli @ Old Bill Studios.
artwork by HUEDAGOD.
@trngrsk
@iammusicli
@sloppycereal

Blacking out from white light. All is grey in hindsight.
Colours of the zeitgeist –pen and pad defines time.
Looms in the loops thinking maybe he might write.
‘Instead of righting wrongs; the mic is on in the limelight’.
Wrapped in rays. Blankest face at the soirée.
Eyes lit alone penning everything he can’t say.
The reflection granted entry to the furnace. 
Saw the token bones in a broken home – unfurnished.
Overdosed on sober tones… and in earnest
I been working. At least I’m feeling like it anyways.
Toys out the pram. Voices echoing; ‘for heaven’s sake.’
Featherweight benevolent weapon setting to detonate.  
n wreck the place with sarcasm and the tainted wit
He paints on his alias quick. The same as this. 
Paced it now the jaded kid spits pink pigments.
Tongue tied. Now we know why they told him to shrink figments.

shrink /// trngrsk (video in bio)

Crèche

Christie X Landoni  - Style And Grace (prod. TavJW)

nutribeyana

leave a.space

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B6i5OFAQdqs

prod. by south.vibe 
recorded, mixed and mastered by musicli at Old Bill Studios.
artwork by HUE.

@southvb
@iammusicli
@sloppycereal

shifting sands and shrinking plans
in these injured hands; kick the crabs in the bucket. 
happy enough in the shack, slacking and slumped in his habits
gagging to covet trapped in a parish of puppets...
fuck it. 
this ain't nothing but a test
lover running for the best, covers flooding on the chest. 
sullen and depressed 
words woven just to wipe away the woe... to find the face.
he cried for days still, 

silent sneers chime in titans ears 
and kids still grapple with the shadows in their bunk beds.
the sands flow like rivers until the sun sets. 
the sands flow like rivers until the sun rests. 
'nough stress as the clock face screams
so we puff cest for the lost day dreams, like...

with this song he put the ruby to the lip. 
tongue tied lucy on the tip. 
dumb fights, mum cried, lucy in the whip. 
apple of the eye and now he chewing on the pip. 

every day same old shit different day now.
all the grey clouds stay; shamed as rain pounds. 
chained down by fate paved since the stained gown. 

it's february again.

f e b r u a r y    a g a i n  /// south.vibe (video in bio)

nine.two on the beats.
artwork by HUE.
recorded, mixed and mastered by musicli @ old bill studios.

@ninetwobeats
@sloppycereal
@iammusicli

let the smoke dance pirouette in suns. 
he been a mess, given cess sitting kept in lungs. 
while the sinner wept and dribbled debt upon a page of a4
solemn days and shade like what is it we’re made for? 

remember when we’d meet and keep it illicit. 
speaking logistics, her day and keeping me in it. 
needed to live it just to get to see the chosen path for he 
who bleeds the broken artistry, haemoglobin harmonies 

and hypertension tetra chords drop out the vocal. 
float like the boats out in Constantinople. 
not nows for know-alls. time speaks of honesty
In tones dry of modesty. throttling the prodigies

clobbering the righteous. never understood
so they colonized the island with weapons for woods. 
Embedded in the bush he found hope in himself 
and wrote notes soaked in oaths I hope nobody tells.

walks /// nine.two

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@estrestr <--- thx for the art nigga

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