Plastic Bag(Without Metronome)

Hey, I'm back, bringing it back, someone's gotta do it
Dropping beats, rhyming, cussing under bad influence
Static voices partake in the fruits of ruin
As I stew in self-loathing, a storm's a'brewin'

Ideas confusin', walls in motion
Concerning my thoughts and my emotions
It's a problem, need a fuckin' elixir, need to chug a potion
The solution turns to problems, need a stronger poison

Guess this stems from, phantoms in my mental
Symptoms that I lament on, gon' get fucked up and then more
These hallucinations are gonna be the fucking death of me
But I guess I need more leaves to fill these vacancies

Wasn't raised to see the gold in blood and family pride
I was forced to find the beauty belying my demise
Wondering why these voices won't ever fuckin' die
It's been worst in the past but it's still not right

[Hook]
Never wanted to be anywhere near here
But I never wished to be anywhere but here
And my goals, never been quite clear
And the light, never been quite here
(×2)

Comin' to grips with my reality is more than I can do for me
Man, drugs seem to be the only thing I'm honouring
But honestly, I write my best bars when I'm poppin' pillies, trippin' off the moon, I'm talking silly

But I still don't see the light 
High as pterodactyl shoes, at least I can own it right?
Running out of frame, running out of time
Still not feeling right, fuck you with the rhyme, uh

People lookin' for a brighter exit at the end
I'm just trynna enjoy the tunnel that we're in
Busy passin' doobies, roll it up, grip the bong, smoke it up
Need to find my flame and try to light it 'fore I fuck it up

But I guess it's just me, too busy dealin' with my idiosyncracies
At this rate I'm gonna lose it, can't make a move 'cause I

[Hook]
Never wanted to be anywhere near here
But I never wished to be anywhere but here
And my goals, never been quite clear
And the light, never been quite here
(×2)

Thanks to Mateen on the vocals, Luigi on the drums and Jovan on the piano
4 SM58s used
Recorded at Rehearsal Tower level 4

PRODLAB DEMO 2

Hey, I'm back, bringing it back, someone's gotta do it
Dropping beats, rhyming, cussing under bad influence
Static voices partake in the fruits of ruin
As I stew in self-loathing, a storm's a'brewin'

Ideas confusin', walls in motion
Concerning my thoughts and my emotions
It's a problem, need a fuckin' elixir, need to chug a potion
The solution turns to problems, need a stronger poison

Guess this stems from, phantoms in my mental
Symptoms that I lament on, gon' get fucked up and then more
These hallucinations are gonna be the fucking death of me
But I guess I need more leaves to fill these vacancies

Wasn't raised to see the gold in blood and family pride
I was forced to find the beauty belying my demise
Wondering why these voices won't ever fuckin' die
It's been worst in the past but it's still not right

[Hook]
Never wanted to be anywhere near here
But I never wished to be anywhere but here
And my goals, never been quite clear
And the light, never been quite here
(×2)

Comin' to grips with my reality is more than I can do for me
Man, drugs seem to be the only thing I'm honouring
But honestly, I write my best bars when I'm poppin' pillies, trippin' off the moon, I'm talking silly

But I still don't see the light 
High as pterodactyl shoes, at least I can own it right?
Running out of frame, running out of time
Still not feeling right, fuck you with the rhyme, uh

People lookin' for a brighter exit at the end
I'm just trynna enjoy the tunnel that we're in
Busy passin' doobies, roll it up, grip the bong, smoke it up
Need to find my flame and try to light it 'fore I fuck it up

But I guess it's just me, too busy dealin' with my idiosyncracies
At this rate I'm gonna lose it, can't make a move 'cause I

[Hook]
Never wanted to be anywhere near here
But I never wished to be anywhere but here
And my goals, never been quite clear
And the light, never been quite here
(×2)

Thanks to Mateen on the vocals, Luigi on the drums and Jovan on the piano and vocals
4 SM58s used
Recorded at Rehearsal Tower level 4

PRODLAB FINAL

Floating far away
was a dream
That seemed right for me
Shining thru the dark Waiting for me
To reach out
But I didn’t know
Where I could learn to make it mine
So I silently sat Waiting
To Be Found
Someone
tell me how
I should make my move
Someone tell me What I need to do
I needed someone To be there for me
Someone To be My guide
I wanted someone Who could
Say to me
To say
That this is right

Chorus
I hoped
And prayed
And kept on wishing
Wishing
for someone
To say that
“This is right and you’ll do just fine"
It was all
I ever
wanted to hear
But...
All these voices Keep saying
“I shouldn’t try”
“It isn’t safe”
“You won’t make it"
So much noise But I refuse To run away
 So I rotted in this Darkness
As I waited
for help
My voice of
reason
Saying
“I should just give up”
Yet
I stayed still
Not wanting to leave
“I want it” “I want it”
“Just
let me...

Pre-Chorus “Dream"
All I want to do is Dream
I know
I can if I Dream
Or maybe I shouldn’t Just stay
Waiting
for someone To say...

Chorus
I hoped
And prayed
And kept on wishing
Wishing for
someone
To say that
“This is right and you’ll do just fine"
But in the end,
This dream is
Mine and mine alone
I can’t just Wait here
I need to stand Gotta take a step Can’t just sit here

So that
When they do say it I...
Know it’s true

Thanks to Luigi on the drums, Angel on the piano and Amzar for both piano and vocals.
Recorded at Studio C

PRODLAB Demo #4

Feel it in my gut, my heart, it's lost there
Catch my mind off guard, feel it go when I lay my thoughts bare
Armor on my sleeves, at least I didn't plan it 
Probably led me to the few times that I lost it
I hate it and love it, my senses dulling and failing, my handle's slippin' it's breakin' and myself, clueless and trippin', yea
I couldn't even if I wanted to reach it
Meet me by the river where my daydreams meet my nightmares

I remember,
Sittin' on the wayside, chillin' out to Pink Floyd
Our backwater real estate, blowin' through the backwoods
We kicked it with fat flows, and wrote bars, out till late 
Remember,
or maybe I think I do, it's a weird feeling to
See a stranger staring back through the mirror 
Simulacrum never really feels the way you want it to

There's a demon readily lurking in this city
In a town full of smoke, where the sky looked like beginnings
In a manic daze to lose more than what I've gotten
I messed up, I got lost in the evenings
Can't give you an answer as to why I do what I do 
Just hope you'll understand, it's survival, this problem 
Anyway I never had the solution
Time counting down till there's no tomorrows left for me
I walk, I ride 
I run, I fall
I only write rhymes when I'm pissed at life 
And I've been writing a lot of bars lately.

Thanks to Amzar for being my engineer during the session.

what it was

Insomniac, no dust, no ashes
Pallid light filters through, intercepts the madness
Ruckus chapter
No gods, no masters, disconnect from self in the thirty-sixth chamber
Life gave me lemons so I'm trippin' off the haze first
The present's gone past us, room in the middle of the universe
Coursin' through my veins, my favourite little poison
Dying while I'm still alive, strange position

Fading out, low light, watch the spider crawling
It's a recluse, appropriate, watch me murder feelings
Cornucopia, copacetic, damn near copious
Hiding all your plight with a triple dose of sepia
Hear your own thoughts in the whirring of the static
On your own doesn't mean you're alone, it's a habit
Alone means you finally get it, just admit it
Just stare up into the dark, and watch it cave in

PROW WIP

Robot trying to dance.

Song done by Amzar, Loke and Cleavant

Vocals recorded with an SM58 at Studio C

PROW Mission 5a

The robots turning on their blissfully ignorant creators and destroying them to take control from the inside out, only to repeat the cycle until world domination is achieved

Guitar played by Loke, bass played by Amzar and drums played by Cleavant
Lyrics by Amzar

Recorded at Studio C with the Audix D3 and Sennheiser 421 for Electric Guitar, Audix Drum Mic Kit for drums and SM57 and C451B for Bass

PROW Mission 5b

PROW Mission 5e

Verse 1:
dim yellow lights through the window
droplets dripping down the screen

verse 2:
alcohol gives slips to small talk
but your breath is my only concern

chorus:  
welcome to the hideout from the universe
where I am your peaceful perch 
have a glass of white russian 
and share with us your dozen 

verse 3:
saunter on the eighty-eight keys 
a light skip to the ears 
a feast for the diaries

Prechorus:
the world was never a good place only the first 7 days

chorus 2:
welcome to the hideout from the universe
where I am your peaceful perch
have a glass of white russian
and tell me your all-time lows

chorus 3:
welcome to the hideout from the universe
where I am your peaceful perch
have a glass of daiquiri 
once upon a midnight dreary

Credits:
Ulfah on vocals
Jolin on drums
Reinald on piano
Michael Spicer on flute

Lyrics by Derick, Wee Lin and Cleavant
Mixed by Derick, Wee Lin and Cleavant

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