Beat by The Jasom: https://soundcloud.com/thejasom/piano

Lyrics by: Christopher Guy Fontes-Barry

Words:

I'm the, Old Schoola, So let me bring it to ya
Haters here me rapping, and they all be shouting hoora
Like they, Staring in the mirror thinking damn they got their medoola
oblangotta twisted, like she got ahold and ripped it, out your sternum, where shit's missing
Now she's bitching, that you never really loved her, do ya? 
Now you're thinking screw ya
Grab a couple beers and drink em down, Gone through a
20 pack on your own, Alcoholic motherfucker
Slurring "Damn I know I loved her", but it came out, "Got a rubber"
Then you climb up on another, that's a thought that makes me shutter
Cause remember that we're talking bout the bitches that are critics
Cause they're making me balistic, all the passion that they're missing
Cause they're focused on some rules, like you have no fucking vision
Rotten mind, fuck television, Single focus, What I've writen, Second thought, on what I've not
Help the silence on with pot, And I think that I ought'a put'a little John Cage in some music these days

That was 4:33 performed perfectly by Me, Best part is that, it's completely free, for a period at least, I'm the wind that makes the breaze and the rustle of the leaves on the trees, and the birds or the bees, On your knees , Realize that all the noise in this city is really me, Sitting pretty on my perch, Cause I've been this way since birth, But my problems not a curse, You might think its simple, realize you aint the first, But it's really not my fault when you didn't get my verse, So just shut the fuck up and listen so that I can quench your thirst, With a couple nouns and verbs, and maybe some made up words, and some shit that sounds absurd, And I hope you get the message, or at least the fucking point, If you ever need to find me I'll be rolling up a joint.

A.R.S (Prod. Jaso_)

Produced by: The Jasom https://soundcloud.com/thejasom/chill-pill

Lyrics by: Christopher Fontes-Barry

Lyrics:

Now she's ripping me apart, Tore the spine from the heart, but the art is still there, cause the words on the paper, aren't removed by the tear. Like the feelings that you share, don't ever seem to fade away, although they may not be as strong when there's some fragments of them gone. But the memories will help, if you read the chapters right. Though you tore some pages out, cause it helped you sleep at night. Now your sick of sleeping in, you cannot wait any longer for a chapter to begin. Then you finally find an author, get a couple pages done. But you'll never feel complete, because she's just writing for fun. A couple stories all at once, feeling like the roughest draft, as you tell her that your done, and slowly edit out your past, and continue on your search to find a new story that lasts. But the nature of the game is that most the time they don't. In fact its hard to find a person, who will read the things you wrote. You just keep on getting passed like a letter or a note. With the creases piling up, and a damper on your hope. It's like you're Icarus she's the sun. And you're just about ready to run

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All I Do is Dab (Prod. MeeloG)

I wrote this when I wasn't in the best mood, but felt like I should follow through with it anyway. (Prod. Salugi)

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Let Me Down

Thanks to Homage for the instruental!

Homage's Youtube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/homage253

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