Sick dubstep remix of my song 'Bark at the Moon' by Karl Hewitt...  This is a free download for SoundCloud..  EP version will include additional edits and be 320kps

Bark At The Moon (Karl's Full Rebirth)

Sick dubstep remix of my song '4 Letter Word' off of my album 'My Living World'...  You can download the whole album here http://haulhiphop.bandcamp.com/album/my-living-world

Visit Dubstep Logics SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/isaac-keonaona-chai

4 Letter Word (Paradox Theory Mix)

Electroshocked back to life on the dance floor baby!!!

Electrocuted

I'm Going Crazy

I shred a hard verse on this tasty dance track by In The Dark.  There will be more great collabos from me and this awesome group in the future.  Stay tuned

Visit In The Dark's page https://soundcloud.com/in-the-dark-1

In The Dark - Stars Ft. HAUL

John E. Memphis Feat. HAUL - Great White

As I was combing the earth for intelligence, searching for answers to the reasons of life's inequity's, all I found was the walking dead.

I'm Shady Too
By; HAUL

I'm losing my mind
Maybe I'm going blind
I need to open up my eyes
and take it all in strides.
I'm Shady too

All these back door bandits out here stranded on the planet
walking around with no fucking clue how to handle it.
Swallowing tablets until their eyes are brandished with
a dull lifeless lull and famished grin.
Sort of a grim day and nobody makes a sound, hey?
No one moves around they just stand there like clowns and look gay.
I'm drinking the cool-aid today. Send me a card and bouquet
of flowers for my headstone, I'm going away.
Screw playing the games that you play. I'll play by different rules, eh.
Carrying different tools Wednesday to Tuesday.
Chainsaws with new chains for sawing into brains
I'll knaw off you're two legs.  HAUL's chewing you're blue veins
out. I'm killing it, no doubt. I've always fucking been this deadly
But now my skull is cracked and my cranium is empty.
Fully snap and attack at the lames and deadbeats.
Then kick back and relax as one of the greatest emcees.

I'm losing my mind
Maybe I'm going blind
I need to open up my eyes
and take it all in strides.
Its hazy (I'm Shady Too)
 
Ya there's something wrong with this world as it twists and twirls
Slick dicks and girls. Shit, piss and pearls.
I spit, diss and hurl thick bricks and whirlwind kick
Ya bitch ass quick through thick sticks and oil slicks.
 Then dip on a pogo stick and hop away.
I can't hear what they got to say, not today!
The melting pot is hot okay as human flesh rots away.
Sure, I've got to save the day but zombie brains still remain.
I'm fucking aiming for their craniums, there's too many. 
I want to stain the stadiums and shoot through plenty.
I threw two penny's and wished the well gently
washed away the hell bending, but nah its never ending.
Who am I pretending to be? Me mending the meek?
I'd rather be tending to the birds and bees.
Nut suck swinging in the breeze. In fact, whip out the meat.
And slap on a jimmie hat and laugh at a STD.
Word.


I'm losing my mind
Maybe I'm going blind
I need to open up my eyes
and take it all in strides.
I'm Shady Too

Fuck you, fuck me. fuck the land and the sea
Fuck the birds and the bees, fuck the cows and the geese.
Fuck the crowds and the peace.  Fuck the shrouds and the sheathes
and the heathens dyeing beneath the floor that cracks and creeks.
I need a microphone reason to stark breathing. 
these cyclone atmospheric words I'm speaking.
You might not know, but my name is Steven
I sniffed too much blow in my day for dumb reasons.
My heart explodes through my chest, rhyme reasons.
Every single day since my birth, four seasons
I'm kicking and screaming, shit I ain't done teething
I bit my fucking lip and it won't stop bleeding...
No, so I spit directly on the page and read it,
so hard I could whip out my dick and just beat it.
You all just listen to rap, well I need it.
A glistening sperm cell in a nut sack seeded me...


Produced by Royal Audio

Get The Album!

I'm Shady Too

A dope glitched out and funky remix of my song "Bad Girls" by Karl Hewitt.  The original is from my album "Illuminati Space Jesus"...

Download the album @ https://haulhiphop.bandcamp.com/album/illuminati-space-jesus

Bad Girls (Karl's Naughty Mix)

A song about closure and wishing the best to an old girlfriend. Followed by JCUZ spitting about closure in his own way.

In My Heart Ft. JCUZ

HAUL - My Living World 

The New School hot and spicy flaming lips debut album from up and coming Canadian Hip Hop artist HAUL...  Get it for FREE now on SoundCloud.com..

Copyright 2011 Steve Hall Music. All Rights Reserved. 

My Living World

Love, fate, compassion, patience, 
These are some of my aspirations, 
Lustful dates, passion, naked, 
These are some of my inspirations 

Love, fate, compassion, patience, 
These are some of my aspirations, 
Lustful dates, passion, naked, 
These are some of my inspirations 

I guess I woke up, soaking, froze in my mind, 
The day we broke up, so what??? I left you behind, 
And hey you know what??? Slow cuts fade out with time, 
So now with no us, below us, I focus on rhymes, 
And how my flows nuts, crazy, full sack of babies, 
So don’t page me I’m out on a date see, 
The date scenes got me up pretty late seems, 
I’m tired of girls now I’m taking out ladies, 
So just maybe you know now why our loving was dead, 
Fighting with words just shut up and sever our heads, 
Is that absurd, aren’t hearts the color of red??? 
If not, than I’ll just sit here in wonder instead, 
But our loving is dead so I have to move on, 
Reattach my head and get back to writing these songs, 
Move along because there’s too much piping and bongs, 
No more griping you can go suck hundreds of dongs, 

Love, fate, compassion, patience, 
These are some of my aspirations, 
Lustful dates, passion, naked, 
These are some of my inspirations 

Love, fate, compassion, patience, 
These are some of my aspirations, 
Lustful dates, passion, naked, 
These are some of my inspirations 

I had the last chance man, I ran and I took it, 
Pulled out the jazz hands wham bam I'm a book it, 
Its hard to understand all these god damn woman, 
But who cares as long as they're tanned and good looking, 
Pussy is free for me no need to be hookin', 
I love to see ass and tits and bras pushing, 
Them there is good cushions, I lay my head smooshing, 
My good looking face near the place I call pudding'... 
So what's cooking in kitchen babe I need to know, 
Oh you don't know how to cook, well hun you need to go, 
You need clean the floor and pick up all your clothes, 
And wipe your face you got some white powder on your nose, 
For real it's time for sure, don't you any more, 
I think back to Calgary is where you need to go, 
Your washed up you hoe or don't really you know??? 
So pack your stuff, take your dog and hit the road, 

Love, fate, compassion, patience, 
These are some of my aspirations, 
Lustful dates, passion, naked, 
These are some of my inspirations 

Love, fate, compassion, patience, 
These are some of my aspirations, 
Lustful dates, passion, naked, 
These are some of my inspirations 

I’ve had enough now I’m done I’m washing my hands, 
Time for some fun to run and travel the lands, 
Pacific ocean, the Sun a beach and some sand, 
Some headphones and beats and paper and pens, 
I don’t need any friends; no need to make amends, 
They’d rather see me with some ash in this fucking can, 
But I’m no sucker man; I’ve got another plan, 
Involving you puckering up and pulling down my pants, 
I like to rave and rant, especially need to let go, 
Don’t misbehave anymore negativity is to damn stressful, 
And there’s no need for petrol to go where I got to get to, 
Meditate to a higher state of consciousness, a gate to step through,
So now I’m going to let you go and think about it, 
Water flows like my words drown and drink, now down it, 
My God I think I’ve found it, this love is so astounding, 
At ease with universal peace, now pound it, 

Love, fate, compassion, patience, 
These are some of my aspirations, 
Lustful dates, passion, naked, 
These are some of my inspirations 

Love, fate, compassion, patience, 
These are some of my aspirations, 
Lustful dates, passion, naked, 
These are some of my inspirations

Illuminati Space Jesus

Sinspirations

Okay I must have wrote a thousand letters 
I know I'm getting better. 
A dope rapper from mac, always a trend setter. 
I think I need a sweater, I'm cold like December. 
I'm getting old and who in the fucks going to remember 
Steve? Oh little old poor me. 
I'm up late every night until like four in the morning 
Through sun shiny days and horrible storming 
rainy weather poring I'm cutting and scoring 
beats while you suckers snore under sheets. 
I'm slacking on tweets and eating fiber and wheat. 
I'm taking a shit and at the same time a leak 
I'm covered in grease and aint got no time to sleep. 
Beep (alarm clock sound) My names HAUL, it's a pleasure to meet ya. 
I'll be your best friend and I'll never deceive ya. 
I roll doobies and smoke the best reefer 
I like boobies and good movies, the fine features. 

I dip da dip da day doo, 
I dip da day da doo 
I dip da dip da day doo, 
I dip da dippity doo. 

A feature film is what I ought to be and honestly 
I probably need some sort of frontal lobotomy 
to figure out what's wrong with me and all of my psychology. 
I need a heart shaped box for all apologies. 
But then again you'd be missing a big part of me. 
So pardon me as I pass up all your lotteries. 
If you've got ass and tits, you'll have a lot of me. 
Sorry, I can be an ass. I break pottery. 
But I do it with class, nobodies stopping me. 
I skipped a lot of class in school, nobody bothered me. 
Nope, But is it all wrong? 
If it never bothered me, it surely must have bothered my Mom? 
I'm stoned and smoking on bongs alone and choking on chron. 
Atone to write a new song. I groan as time passes on. 
I'm a procrastinator. Class clown, little bastard debater. 
I think I'll go to class now and I'll master theater. 

I dip da dip da day doo, 
I dip da day da doo 
I dip da dip da day doo, 
I dip da dippity doo. 

And for the third verse I'll use a bunch of curse words 
of bees and birds and turtle dicks and fucking moose turd's. 
And pussy's and roosters. Man, I got a surge of plans 
I'm handing out from my wasteland cranial glands. 
I hope the radio pans or its pipe in the land. 
Understand, I'm trying to eat and need money in hand 
to travel the land. My monkey in sand. 
Get funky and jam. Get turnt up and play it again. 
I'll say it again, friends and pretends, the names HAUL. 
The sickest guy walking with a dick and two balls. 
Fuck a text, I'm a call one of my buddies or my Ma. 
You can have your Snapchat back, Twitter and all. 
I am a slacker at heart who's never really tried hard 
on earth at nothing at all, except the art on my wall. 
But when I fall down flat I seem to find a way up 
and shave the ball sack hair on the back of my nuts, yup 

I dip da dip da day doo, 
I dip da day da doo 
I dip da dip da day doo, 
I dip da dippity doo. 

I did a third, might as well do a fourth one too. 
So hurry up and fuckin' pass me the glue. 
I'm not as classy as you, I'm a bastard abused. 
an addict with bad habits of dancing under the Moon. 
I attract all the goons and all the floosy old poon. 
Maybe I ought to change soon or end up in a cocoon. 
Fuck it I'll pop some balloons and kill a shark with a spoon. 
My lifes and funny cartoon. I wake up after High Noon 
in a lagoon with a platoon of raccoons biting my prunes, 
in the middle of June fucking stuck and marooned. 
Sure is inopportune throwing these rocks and harpoons 
at all these rodent buffoon's stuck here in Wonderland too. 
I need a commune to kick back not a fucking saloon. 
Drink goose and spoon with the first swamp donkey that moves. 
But it's so minuscule, just a tiny picayune 
My life's an awesome lampoon, this is my signature tune. 
Ewww.

Dippity Doo

Every time when I look and see when I turn on the TV, 
its filled with misery and propaganda imagery. 
The scene across the sea is famine and disease. 
What kind of alchemy conjured up this magically? 
Who's safe with amnesty, allowing this to happen free? 
Can't see the reasoning behind this global tragedy. 
Where's the morality in Humanity's anatomy? 
It's sad to see the catastrophe elaborately in front of me. 
It's such a tragedy. You worry about your vanity 
and hide from the calamity behind a mask of sanity. 
Talk circumstantially, but care less in reality. 
We throw it around casually, yet engage in no philanthropy. 
Look at the casualty's, cause they don't happen randomly. 
An abnormality so big is a fallacy. 
No practicality. A cancer on the planet, see? 
Spiritual blasphemy, how's that for an analogy?? 

The Stars are falling down, 
I see them all around the hallowed ground. 
These meteors they haunt me now. 
The Stars are falling down, 
I see them all around the hallowed ground. 
This planet earth it haunts me now. 

It's the same here at home these snakes up on the throne. 
Horde the technology, cancer cures and all the gold. 
Medical breakthrough, no. Pharmaceutical mould. 
Bullet from a grassy knoll, pay your taxes to the trolls. 
We’ve been packaged and sold and shipped out in the cold. 
With no directions or guidance to tell us where to go. 
Born new and growing old, subjected to a mold. 
Hope to get a good hand, play our cards and never fold. 
That’s how the story goes in metaphorical woes. 
Carry a grain of salt home because you never know 
What life is going to throw into your soup and bowl. 
Nobody cares anymore, 6 pack and the super bowl. 
The equator to poles, rotating as a whole. 
In the obsidian sky gyrating on our globe. 
Mother Earth, we call her home and I don’t want to know 
what we’re gonna reap and sow when story folds. 

The Stars are falling down, 
I see them all around the hallowed ground. 
These meteors they haunt me now. 
The Stars are falling down, 
I see them all around the hallowed ground. 
This planet earth it haunts me now. 

So who is in charge of shaping our destinies? 
The power hungry with Luciferian recipes. 
Illuminati’s and other secret societies 
Melodically smother our fires and our serenities. 
How’d they begin to be, these sinister entities? 
Weapons malevolently intently killed how many Kennedys? 
This is tremendously unpleasantly peasantry. 
Our tenancies on the planet seems to be headed dreadfully. 
Beheaded mentally severely by the enemy 
We need a recipe to remedy this global felony. 
And then eventually hopefully reach amenity. 
Essentially we desperately need empathy centrally. 
The greed’s incredibly week for our longevity, 
the meek shall inherit the earth and pay for everything. 
It’s so oblique and quite potentially threatening 
To turn the other cheek to tendencies of inequity. 
Our life expectancy is corporate supremacy. 
The complexity of the spiders web is woven endlessly. 
Fundamentally we’re presently in a clemency. 
But it’s okay to break free from the penitentiary. 

The Stars are falling down, 
I see them all around the hallowed ground. 
These meteors they haunt me now. 
The Stars are falling down, 
I see them all around the hallowed ground. 
This planet earth it haunts me now.

Stars Are Falling

My first collaboration with Rysky Biz of 902 Non-Stop Records is a song about partying and addiction, all set to a funky ass beat with dope flows a plenty.

Lucifer's Moonlight Ft. Rysky Biz

Exclusively Produced by: Sentury Status
Worded and engineered by: HAUL
Lyrics below...Follow along :-)


Hang Out (Leave Me Alone)

I got to say, one of the things that I hate most,
are people on my back all the time. What they say don’t
make sense mostly. That’s why I stay ghostly.
I have more fun by myself then toasting
out at the bar. That’s just not my style.
I’d rather be at home by a mile.
Cuddled up and kissin’. Girlfriend's bitchin’.
I’m just kiddin’ my girl, now listen.
To the rest, good riddance. Get no admittance
to my leisure time or my existence.
My insistence is leave me alone.
I don’t care who you are, where you go.
I don’t wanna know. I don’t wanna crow.
I don’t wanna hang out with you and your bro’s.
And no, I won’t, I will not atone
or apologize for ignoring my phone.

I don’t wanna hang out, nah!
When you wanna hang out with me!
I don’t wanna hang out with yah!
I just want you to let me be!

I’m just sleepin’ in on the weekend.
I don’t need no phone vibrating or ringing.
I deleted my Facebook for that reason.
I don’t need no messenger app ding dingin’.
Just singin’ in my ear, it’s the worst thing I fear.
I don’t wanna read your messages or hear
Your voice on the phone. Oh no bro, I don’t.
It’s the last thing that I want and I won’t
Return any calls, voicemails. Not to mention,
I’d rather be in high school in detention.
Back then no cell phone retention
No smart phone plans, innovative inventions.
And did I mention, I don’t wanna hang out?
Yes, I did. Not today. Tell your gang now.
And did I mention, I don’t wanna hang out?
I’m at home, all alone with my wang out.

I don’t wanna hang out, nah!
When you wanna hang out with me!
I don’t wanna hang out with yah!
I just want you to let me be!

Send a carrier pigeon if I need any henchmen.
I guess I ain’t got any friends then.
I’ve never been one to look for attention.
That’s not my intention. I’m just stacking my pension.
This tension is to teach you a lesson.
To reach you ain’t destined, it’s out of the question.
Circumventing all of my best friends.
They hollered, I ditched them. Them fuckers, I miss them.
I reminisce about a long time ago…
In a land far away, covered in ice and the snow.
That’s where my bros that I let go grow.
Some of them flourishing, most stuck in a hole.
I had to go, had to get go gone.
Otherwise, I’d most likely be stuck in a lawn.
Six feet withdrawn. No more words or songs.
Now, I’m getting old and boring and tired. Yawn!

 I don’t wanna hang out, nah!
When you wanna hang out with me!
I don’t wanna hang out with yah!
I just want you to let me be!

Send a carrier pigeon if I need any henchmen.
I guess I ain’t got any friends then.

Goodbye Sanity

Hang Out

I Don’t Know (Produced by Sentury Status)

I’ve been doing the same shit for a lot of years.
I put my family through hell and they shed a lot of tears.
They think that I’m doing well, but I’m sitting drinking beers.
Got a nasty habit right here, addicted to the gear.
Maybe I need an ear to listen?
Or maybe I just need to wise up and take the advice I’m given.
Because I really love living
and I don’t want to end up a dead statistic, unforgiven.
Fill a diabetic prescription.
I’m living with that shit man. This fucking illness, yes, its sickening.
Wondering “why me?” this ailment has been given.
It’s probably cause’ I led this life down in the ditches.
Battered and broken, I’m riddled with these stitches.
Scared and bruised, covering every single inch with
contempt. Something I never could have dreamt.
It’s also something I’ll never again attempt.
 
Isn’t it late now to fix a heart that’s broken? 
“I Don’t Know”
Please don’t ask me where I’m going. 
“Why?”
I don’t know 
“I don’t know where I’ve been”
I don’t know
“and I don’t know where I’m from”
Anymore…

I’ve always been the type to run away from problems,
I need to face them head on and erase them to solve them.
I sit in my room at home at the bottom
all alone. By myself, I’ve got no place to roam.
I’ve painted myself into a corner so many time’s before,
that it’s a wonder I don’t have some disorder.
I left my suitcase at the border
Cause’ on my damn own land, I feel like I’m some kind of foreigner. 
It’s been so cold lately, I need something warmer.
Sever the former chains that bind me in my corner.
I turned my back on all who care, my supporters.
I shut them out. Like, who cares, right? Must like this torture.
I don’t nickel and dime, never cared for quarters.
So, I’ll spare you the change if you want to replace your order?
I’ve got to get back to myself, to the former

Me instead of this informal deformity
 Before he who became some strange performer.

Isn’t it late now to fix a heart that’s broken? 
“I Don’t Know”
Please don’t ask me where I’m going. 
“Why?”
I don’t know 
“I don’t know where I’ve been”
I don’t know
“and I don’t know where I’m from”
Anymore…

I remember being confused. A little battered and bruised.
It’s probably why I always choose to cut loose.
I’m steady tying my noose up in the branch of a spruce.
I got a couple screws loose, but I would never screw you
over. I’m dragging chains and boulders. A little strange and older.
I walk around estranged with the world on my shoulders.
I grit my teeth while I’m grinding my molars
in my sleep. Not a peep, staring at the roof and floor boards.
What’s it all for? Your love and affection,
I took it all for granted in the past, no connections.
I didn’t want to be subjected to rejection.
But, the pressure on these sections in my head got me stressing
out. I’m thinking about getting out. Finding somewhere less to pout.
I need some changing in my life. That, there is no doubt.
But, what’s it all about? Still trying to find the route.
If you’ve got some advice to give, I’d love to hear you out. 

Isn’t it late now to fix a heart that’s broken? 
“I Don’t Know”
Please don’t ask me where I’m going. 
“Why?”
I don’t know 
“I don’t know where I’ve been”
I don’t know
“and I don’t know where I’m from”
Anymore…

I Don't Know

A song about zombies...  This demo version is a FREE DOWNLOAD...  The album version is being produced and remastered by Audiplex Instrumental... 

Six Feet Underground

An upbeat song written in tears and blood about personal struggles and battling demons...

Glowing Halo

A fun song about the bullshit going on right now.

Mind Caliber - Weird World

Produced by: Sentury Status
Written by: HAUL
www.SenturyStatus.com

I've had some filthy bad habits.
This mad hatters way of life is so tragic.
A mental magic is tearing at the fabrics
of the madness I've created and thus fashioned.
Smooth rush and a back spin.
Now, I'm blasting through the stratosphere I'm trapped in.
Coming down, now I'm back in.
And they can call it what they want, it’s the law of attraction.
That's just my fashion, to beat myself up.
Drag myself through the gutter, just a whelp in the muck.
The wounds are deep in the cut, bleeding and seeping in mud.
Breathing and wheezing out dust. Seek love but only find lust.
Some of this shit is so disgusting.  There's no discussing
 the repercussions of the world that I'm stuck in.
I feel there's something to gain, but there's nothing,
when you're sloughing in and out huffing and puffing.
 
Jump down the rabbit hole, it don't matter.
 That's just how it goes. The Mad Hatter.
Live in a rabbit hole, it don't matter.
Thats just how it goes for The Mad Hatter.

I'm living under dirt and hay,
Stuck in the earth and clay on a spec of dust in the Milky Way.
And I'm a be the first to say, I've made the worst mistakes
With haste as the planet shakes and the Earth decays.
I speak today from beneath the grave.
Stay with the cooky knaves and lay in caves with the spooky slaves.
I'm in a moody haze, it’s kind of a groovy place.
I'm fine with this broody phase in my ways. Stay away.
I'm smashing cups and plates at all of my dinner dates.
That HAUL is a sinners saint. Two balls and a winners taint. 
I need a katziff to paint. I'm greedy, but what if I ain't?
Either way, its my jaded life and I'm feeling great.
I'm always playing games. Crazy eights. Ace of spades.
No need for a pair of shades on my poker face.
I want to grope her waist, a taste to come out and play.
But she's late today. Who is she anyways?

Jump down the rabbit hole, it don't matter.
 That's just how it goes. The Mad Hatter.
Stuck in a rabbit hole, it don't matter.
That’s just how it goes for The Mad Hatter




I don't get mushy over invisible pussy.
That kitty could be all I need, but don't push me.
Don't get all sookie when I call you and play hooky.
I'm not a book keep, I don't need your journals and loose leaf.
To put it loosely, you no longer move me.
I ponder you profusely. So somber and amusing.
I squander at the movie and wander to a new scene.
I'm stronger now for moving and don't care how you're doing.
So long to the booty, I moved to the boonies.
Can't deal with your moody antics. Stick a blade right through me..
Shot down with your cooties. Hot now, what a beauty.
I found now what'll move me to the roof and glue me. Sue me.
Your such a sullen beauty and I feel that your kind of groovy still
So I jerk off to the porno flicks we made by the window sill.
And that’s no joke for real, cause’ with money shot filmed
on your tits where the jizz from my dick spilt.

Jump down the rabbit hole, it don't matter.
 That's just how it goes. The Mad Hatter.
Stuck in a rabbit hole, it don't matter.
That’s just how it goes for The Mad Hatter

The Mad Hatter

A lost track I just found. It's a B-Side from the new album. Here it is, as is.

Bark At The Moon

Hiding Out

Colin Moriarty, one of my favorite podcasters, reads out my submission for his podcast Knockback's Fan Vs. Fan segment. I won.

Knockback Fan Vs. Fan - Burning The Bat

As Above, So Below

I wake up every day and I feel out of place, an alien amongst the human race,
Like I’m from outer space, from another planet, trying to figure out this world, I don’t understand it…
Goddamn this spaceship’s landed, mission to find what’s wrong and who planned it???
Roam the land with ropes in hand, ready to hang the man who sold dope to Sam...
Damn cousin Sam, he’s not your Uncle.  Need to expose the beast, full frontal...
Horde G’s underneath in bundles, Air, land and sea, budget, double...
What’s that???  I smell it, trouble... Have a pin, stick it in, pop this bubble...
Magnify, telescopic, Hubble... Take a look-see, do you spot it???  Rubble…
You can tell by the look on my face, I’m sick of this place, so I got to pick up pace,
and do up my lace to open up the gates to face Hell, anti-gravity means I don’t need no weigh scales,
From above I can see these tall tales, down below, pyramids glow has grown stale...
Microphone mission I won’t fail... Dethrone Skull and Bones, juxtapose Yale…

Clyde Lewis (Ground Zero Radio) VOCAL SAMPLE

Wake up today and see the lighted rays,
Shining down from beyond all sighted space,
The keepers watch with a hidden gaze,
No as above, so below I'll wait...






We work like slaves and the banks are fucking us, because most of us don’t have a fund to fucking trust...
Buy trucks and go broke to fill them up, run amok, to and fro for dough to pay them off,
That’s weak sauce, but nothing, I say... Look down south or east bound for dismay,
Children diseased, they can’t play... Its all for nothing but greed and money...
The monetary system we live in is prison, it must be hard living with nothing to piss in,
No food in their stomachs or even medicine, health therein plummets and no care we’re giving,
It’s sickening...  Turn off your TVs, A whole world out there with people grieving...
The land isn’t seeding and babies are teething, the bombs they are dropping, who are they reaching???
This is me speaking, Gaia is leaking, her heart pours bleeding, her soul is leaving...
Why are we treating each other like weaklings??? We’re fighting over rubber and meek things...
I’m gagging and heaving every evening, they’re spreading and reaching the lies they are weaving,
Your eyes they are seeping, its sick and deceiving, so wake up now while you’re breathing...

David Icke VOCAL SAMPLE

Wake up today and see the lighted rays,
Shining down from beyond all sighted space,
The keepers watch with a hidden gaze,
No as above, so below I'll wait...



As Above, So Below (Demo)

A song about me turning into a werewolf and going on a murderous rampage for blood and glory...  Well mostly just blood...  Off of my album 'My Living World'...

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Bark at the Moon

This is a song about a blood sucking succubus and how I slayed the she devil.

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Together Beautiful

I  inscribe lyrical melodies to beats I fall in love with.  A delectably dark past, supremely sensible present and fantastically felicitous future inspire me with every syllable I utter.  I hope you enjoy listening to my songs as much as I enjoy writing them. 

Production credits for all songs are detailed in the info section for each track. Lyrics are included for most songs. If you have any questions about live performances, or would like to inquire for collaborations, please contact me directly at HAULhiphop@gmail.com

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