Yearly upload of old music, sending love


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Honey (Prod. GC)

Good vibes p2, hopefully more soon

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Fallacy snippet (Prod. GMP)

Going with the volume approach, more unfinished work, even more self-loathing - enjoy

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Shout Out Lawrence snippet(Prod. ThatKidGoran)

All credit to producer. Testing a new sound, lmk what you think.


Lyrics so you can actually understand despite the shotty mixing:


always worried bout the blurry dreams
and curry threes
and cutting corners with broken leaves
only piece left is one where she left
under neath is the biggest kept secret


we just ride and buck
cause nobody like a fucking ruckus
smorgasbord of dark thoughts
hoarding up my bucket
spillin' till I need a re-up
shorties laughin' saying "all you need is jesus"
well where he been?

I've been wondering if we're really all there is 
are there other kids who think the same damn thing

if the ceiling stops then tell me how do we dream
this feeling it costs more than pennies cause it's c.r.e.a.m.

its dreamed supreme highs and seen supreme lows
the scene is not distant it's paved in my prose

and saved in my notes and laid at my toes
feel the waves assign lines its eyeing the bible

I'm speaking from a sunken place, can't get any lower
inhale and I escalate, pulling out the pen and pad
just to excavate
the sticks and stones that broke my bones, can't relate
I suppose

to the way you act day to day
happiness not my forte but I pave the way
actually accolades make you act the way
that mama told you not to
beat yo ass if you don't wake up pronto

On God snippet (Prod. Secret Stash)

"Love" (Prod. Zeeky Beats)

WE EATING IN 2019. New music in the works. Carpe Diem EP drop by the end of the year. Appreciate the support, all love.

Lyrics:

You could find me in the backseat leaning

You could try me just don’t ask my feelings

I’m so happy winning
So don’t at me kidding

Keep this rap thing hidden
I’m a king to a kitten 
Geez
Seems that you lost your way
How can I be of service when you can’t drive straight
This mans not safe
Tell me where the keys to the safe?
Hide ya kids hide ya wife
Cause he’s stealing all the cake

Wait, don’t get sentimental
He’s just out for blood
Nothing personal
Move quick or get
Stuck up in the mud

Just, mind my p’s and q’s
If I see, then shoot
If deceased, then ooh
Just proceed to loot

I’m the mic killa,
I can slide like i’m mike thriller
If you bout the action grab a mic,
Don’t reply filler

I’m off kilter, my filter 
can’t consider your feelings
So get rid of the demons
That are plotting and fiending
Caught in my coffin I’m keeping
All of the smoke from leaving
Bury the hatchet I’m even
Bottle I’m sipping is leaking
Think that I’m losing the weekend
Try to retrace the whole sequence 

Forget all the other notions
Bottled up emotions
Reaching at your neck, 
now you feel the choking

Kinda tough like kaiba cup
To say enough i’ve had my fill, 
of the wackness, time to show what’s real
With my flashes of greatness, 
bundled up in latex
Fucking up your apex
Pen to the pad like it’s great sex

Neighbors knocking kindly, (door banging)
“could you, turn that down?”

Say nah, (why?) cause I
Deserve that crown
(oh)Say less, don’t stress
Get checks and lay it down

Mic check, who’s next? 
I bet, you’ll hear my sound

On the radio, save my prose
Frame it when I go for broke
A shady show, a rainy road
All it take for me to go

Never spent the time 
putting meaning to my life
So I if I die right now
No one will see the other side

Working hard til death
Cause it’s hard to get, by
with a heart shaped step
So I part my breath, I
Stay silent til the night comes
Count up my qualms
Let my dreams
Spark my next step
Hope it’s the right one

I need a nice life
Picture perfect future with a nice wife
Fingers out cruising to the music
Don’t like limelight
I try, to push past it, like Lebron drive
But I hit a brick wall now I’m driving on the wrong side

Drop a shoulder I am leaning
To the pm, ain’t no reason 
Got no where to be 
Banging pots up in the street
Is not what youre supposed to see
Cause it’s not supposed to be,
A problem solving thing
Little froggy cross the street
When the doggy barks 
don’t stop to see

Throat box harming me
When he speaks up finally
“I need to scoot”
I got this eerie feeling too
Feel the pain is coming thru
Feel the brain is living proof
With some rain to boot
This aint a coup
It’s a wave of truth

What’d it say to you?

Just remain calm and please don’t break your stride yet
Got a lot of things coming don’t take a mistep
Keep believing in your reason to wake and take another breath
(Your day’s not come yet x2)

Scoot (Prod. Timothy Infinite)

I can only make music sound good for the length of a snippet, cheers

Retaliation Snippet (Prod. Tundra Beats)

Off my upcoming EP. Haven't posted anything in a minute so enjoy ~

All credit to producer.

Punnet (Prod. Pieper Beats)

hip hop stan

Philly based rapper, with a love for the music

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Chris Mick