16 corolla prod. by ae beats

Written by: Reed Pake & https://soundcloud.com/atlas

Produced by: Rabbit House (https://soundcloud.com/rabbithouse)

Mixing & Cover Art by: Ibrahim (https://soundcloud.com/ibr)

Mastering: Blindsightmix

Sample Credits: Hidamari Sketch OST (10) Shinmiri (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v30L5S3vX1k)

Aimless (ft. atlas) - Single

Spotify/Apple Music

Aimless (feat. atlas) [prod. rabbit house]

Big thanks to @halberd-3000 for mixing 7 tracks in 2 hours for this tape
Thanks also to @chrosky for this N O I C E art
Thanks to allll the producers who have a credit on this tape and BIG THANKS to @geo_1022 for producing two tracks a day before release
Producer credits
@byrook1e
@55199
@oofoe
@musicbymochi
@hakaisu

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Prequel (prod. Frith)

For Sale || prod. by biskwiq

with @atlas and @forrestfrank Cover art by @chrosky
Thank you guys for 4 years of support!

Vinyl ! w/ atlas & Forrest.

feat. @atwood
prod. @officialbiosphere and @citygrl
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I can't seem to say a word but i hope that you see the message in my eyes
And i know this sounds absurd but girl i still feel our connection in the silence
I'm mumbling around you
You still hang around me
I love that i found you
But i just cannot speak
In the presence of a goddess 
Girl i think you keep me quiet
And i like it

Oh man, I think it's love at first sight
I hope I dream the same scenario that runs through her mind
I've got the wherewithal to play it out, take her out to outer space
I've planned the date down to a science, while her eyes just, how you say, uhh

nevermind, I'm trying to say she's something else
she manipulates my glacial heart, that her tongue could melt
I'm hunkered down in bunkers 'round a lovely battlefield
my safety's on, but all the butterflies still flutter out the gun barrels

I think a cat got my.. what's it called
we had locked eyes once and you could cut the tension with uh, something sharp
tons of sparks and other smart metaphors formed between us
in uncharted territory, need to procure some visas

like those triangle things in Giza, so visually stunning/
I'm a sucker for that uhh colored hair and her lips are so lovely
like the damn, what's the word, her freckles like stars that speckle the sky or something
I don't know I think my mind is buffering, I'm just speechless

Hook

You've got the. .touch.. of. a million angels
A pill i take to levitate to go higher than rainbows

A.... a.... no I've got it on the tip of my tongue hold on

Oh! And you're an angel
Okay hang on
I know that wasn't very charming but
Your alabaster keys strike the strings of my heartbeat
And make me stop and think, well. .not think.. i mean partly
But i just cannot seem to find something that hits the mark
How'd this even start?
Maybe i should buy a teleprompter
Type out all my sentences ahead of time
Finesse these awkward situations
But maybe that wouldn't be genuine
And I'd begin to slip into a state of charted destinations
A place so far away from yesterday's cathartic stasis
Guess it's hard to say that when my tongue's tied I still feel amazing
You make me feel amazing
You make me feel amazing
You make me uhhhh

Speechless w/ Atwood (prod. biosphere & City Girl)

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCdNwuyB2dw

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
The screen door mesh framed the prologue perfectly/
as the clouds coiled into something more serpentine/
fervently, my eyes darted back and forth to catch a glimpse/
and managed to see something land beyond the glassy palaces/
dust rippled off speakers for emergency broadcasts/
as some unmarked vehicles were circling on past/
streaming different colored tape you're not allowed through/
all the while a vivid darkness swirling in the clouds brewed/
my stomach free fell every time I craned my neck/
peering up and out the world that maybe never paid its debts/
the weather vanes were bent from winds that seemed to change direction/
on a whim, impaling pretty songbirds onto tapered ends/
it started making sense when reporters stormed en masse/
cameras forward, prying up the boards, disclosing fortunes stashed/
but it was more than that, when they switched the channel/
to a discarnate voice saying more just hit the ground/

and so plentiful rumors sprout out the weeds/
trying to get a stranglehold on the brand new intrigue/
because it came from above and shimmered when it fell/
to here, shattering the facets of an upper realm/

I saw the silhouette of consequence/
up on the hill surveying the entire continent/
as many more fell, well into a countless digit/
peppering the field of view, the seeds that grew we're now infinite/
clouds were shifting more amorphic by the second/
like a portal pouring endless gemstones on the poor and helpless/
"pandemonium" could not express the event/
as the sand dunes were melting into a mess I've never beheld/
I shut the cover of my moisture trap manually/
the rattling up above had been addling my brain from back to front/
I could barely recognize the retooled, pelted ground/
that was beaten down beneath the steel wool textured clouds/
and I sat and stared up at the thriving storm that built a scenic view/
as ragged wires of light engulfed the night so unbelievable/
the water rushed around me, the strangest thing I've ever seen/
as the open door framed the epilogue expertly/

It Came From Above (prod. ibrahim)

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/2T9M6roeu970YldwpQEVQx?si=dOVD2JPhR86jqRR-JTHS-Q

@love-sadkid
@landosmusic
@lilpolearm [did the mix, up next]

art: @sheffdan

spotify

coexist w/ lando! & love-sadkid

LISTEN ON YOUTUBE: https://youtu.be/SvwhKDrld9I
LISTEN ON SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/track/0wKcW516d4GjgfRWxkKWFE?si=2B1u_xYtR4aYIGZEiI5NMA

Funny thing about motivation.
It’s not a week long seminar 
at some beachside resort and spa. 
Ice breakers with nice strangers. 
Distrustful trust falls. 
Seven easy, twelve easy, 
twenty-five easy steps and that’s all. 
Some people need that. 
A format, a road map. 
They’re so lost about where they wanna go, 
they don’t even know where they’re at. 
And it works. 
But once you dig yourself out of that hole, 
it’s not like the film ends and the credits roll, it’s- 
The funny thing about motivation is it’s not a party. 
It’s not a drum beat in your chest 
echoing through your body. 
Each day isn’t a dragon to slay, 
a battle for your army. 
Temporary life mottos 
scribbled in permanent Sharpie. 
Some people need those. 
Credos. Words to live by. 
Metaphors and allegories to fit yourself inside. 
And it works. 
But take away the glitz and the guts 
and let that luster get a little rust... 
The funny thing about motivation is… 
is that it’s disappointing. 
All it really boils down to 
is strengthening your inner voice 
and that’s not loud, that’s not bright, 
that’s not an interesting story. 
Books don’t get written about 
small personal victories 
because that would be boring. 
But small personal victories 
are what’s truly human. 
Funny thing about motivation is that 
it’s not a crowd chanting over moving music. 
It’s a single pat on your back saying, 
“You can do this.”

It’s muted.
It’s quiet. 
Sometimes it’s silent.

Funny thing about procrastination. 
Sometimes it's not 'cause you're lazy. 
Snoozin' your alarm so you can stay asleep 
every day of the week until the due date's reached. 
Stayed up all night to turn it in late, incomplete. 
Some people do that. 
Who can't? 
Chapter 2 Math 
sounds so much sadder than 
afternoon nap. 
So you don't work. 
But it’s not just putting off for later 
so you can watch some vlogger’s day first. 
I heard somebody 
who studied decision making 
for years get asked, 
“Have you gotten better at 
making decisions in your own life?” 
He said no. 
Right? 
Like if he was researching this whole time, 
how does he not know by now? 
But the funny thing is
being smarter doesn’t make you more productive. 
You just get better at justifying your poor judgement. 
More convincing excuses. 
More lenient sentences. 
Better intentions to pave the road to hell with. 
All this to say that I’m not lazy. 
I just trust that tomorrow me 
will be wiser than today me. 
Blindly, faithfully. 
Trusting the process. 
But if I give it all to God, so to speak, 
what have I got left? 
If I keep pushing the deadlines back, 
I’ll be dead by the time I react. 
And that’s not laziness. 
Or maybe it is that. 
Funny thing about procrastination. 
It hits back. 

It’s a tought fight.
And I’ve lost sight. 
But I’m still tryin’. 
I’ll be alright.

funny thing [prod. by mr. master]

prod. @officialbiosphere
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter


Tall tales - short attention span.


Lyrics:
It was a while ago but I used to make origami/
I used to fold washi paper into cranes for a hobby/
I formed their bodies with perfect angles and dog-eared corners/
making everything from Bengal Tigresses to pale Border Collies/

where you could pull their tails to make them flap their wings/
or pinch their necks to make them roar with their complex anatomies/
but that all came crashing down tragically when, well what happened is/
or was, a horrible freak paper cut accident/

so I tried out something different and practiced martial arts a bit/
transformed my legs and arms to armaments, an armistice I forged between my mind and body/
Karate chopping thick slabs of marble to marbles and
blocked a kick with nothing but thinking the thought of “I will block this kick”/

I fought and fought again, I’d always win/
until one day I fought the wrong sensei and somehow lost to him/
and then I figured I could use a new hobby fast/
when I woke in the ICU, mummified inside a full body cast/

so I tried out woodworking, and learned a thing or two/
about building birdhouses and a sanctuary for the endangered with the zoo/ 
and without nails or glue I built some perfect-fit architecture with versatile sandalwood/
that even termites wouldn’t dare to chew/

but the Steel Industry is a much different beast,
their countless inner rings of arsonists don’t like and fear anything built with trees/
so I got into magic with simple tricks/
err, I mean illusions, like how to make a yacht disappear without sinking it/

I put live rounds inside a real gun for every bullet I’d catch/
and I sawed a lower limb, double amputee woman in half/
but when your Transported Man has to trap, clones in tanks to drown/
they’ll take you out, pulled at the drop of a hat with a vanished act, but still, I’m safe and sound!/ 

but rules are rules so I was gone fishin’/
I threw a net and accidentally caught a dolphin pod in it/
I’ve got some FOMO, rowed from coast to coast/
and caught the Lochness Monster without my rod and then caught the Ogopogo with it/

I studied mutated fish in ponds near Chernobyl/
with evidence of Kraken tentacles adorning on our boat’s hull/
we stumbled on a whaling operation, so we thwarted them/
but let’s just say my fishing boat’ll never be seaborne again/

so I got into miming…/
then I tried out a comedy class to practice my - timing/
and I’d showcase new material at sold out shows on the weekend/
then I auditioned for SNL and they let me host for a season/

I popped up on the screen opposite promising Hollywood starlets with Oscar noms/
in romcoms with a record box office streak/
but my private pilot had the last laugh
when I cracked a joke and split his sides, and we were forced to crash land/

so I took the plunge and tried out diving, took a stab at fencing/
gave clay pigeon hunts a shot, and then I tried to tackle wrestling/
tried the chef thing but I let Gordon Ramsay ingest some foreign bodies/
so I’ve been thinking ‘bout getting back into origami/

Spotify!

The Hobby Swapping Problem (prod. biosphere)

Cover art by Christopher Tran: https://twitter.com/zingochris
Mixed and mastered by thedripprovider
(Prod: Sha-Leik) 

Lyrics:
I think it’s time we blow this scene…get everyone and the stuff together
And take it way way back
This that Champloo Style...
Where does the time fly?
I swear that I was just a kid playing gameboy, circa nineteen ninety-nine
Now I’m still the same boy, just another state of mind
Always moving forward in order not to fall way behind

Since a young age, always had the makings of a misfit
anime, games, and reading were my interests
I look like Short Round after a time skip
But I’m no sidekick, rather I’m the vibrant

Ass-kickin’ protagonist, 
Crackin' down on whackness with a dragon fist
I’m the rapping alchemist, making gold bars
Got a battle tendency, call me Joestar

Go toe to toe when I’m in a fight with a kaiju
Cause up on stage I’m a little giant like Haikyuu
Rising from the underground on some ninja turtle shit 
Murder the competition like I’m in the Dark Tournament

Winnin' cause I strike hard every time I hold the mic 
Merciless to MCs, I should be in Cobra Kai
Every time I ride the beat I put it into overdrive 
Know I got some bona fide notoriety for my rhymes

So I’ll never quit just being myself
Do what’s true to me and keep it moving in stealth
I’m a real storyteller, always striving to do better, than my competter, 
You mean competitor whatever, light as a feather

When I come through with the Champloo Style
I just bust loose, my moves are too wild
Mix you up like Daigo, ready with the parry
if you wanna test, your mileage may vary

Everything I do got that Champloo style,
When I’m on the scene, defeat any rival 
MC's my title but I'm tryna be a master
Better stay tuned, this is just the first chapter

Let's keep it goin'

Flowin’ like water, I’m formless
I ain't a fan of normal, it’s overrated and borin'
I don’t spit bars cause I wanna get noticed
I’d drop shit even if I lived in a forest

Hidden leaf allegiance believe it I leave these whack MCs bleedin’
Dispatch your clan and its leader like I’m Itachi Uchiha
I study the mental blade, I’m hella intelligent
On track I’m a renegade, you jokers irrelevant 

I roam the land and I don't know where I’m going
Travel the world with my woes I’m a lone ronin
I never stop growing, and I'm always improving
I’m like golden boy, I’m forever a student

The rap Mugen, moving like a vagabond  
Doing what I do, just letting loose and having fun
My own master, on a quest to find answers
I’m a wandering freelancer

The Young Shingo, I got more vocab than duo lingo 
I pack an album’s worth of raps into one single
I live simple I just write, then I write more  
This shit is what I live and die for

Lupe the fourth how I’m stealing the show
From right under your nose, fake MCs I expose, 
I’m from Neo Tokyo, I’m about to explode
So you better not forget the name of MC Codes 

When I come through with the Champloo Style
I just bust loose, my moves are too wild
Mix you up like Daigo, ready with the parry
If you wanna test, your mileage may vary

Everything I do got that Champloo style,
When I’m on the scene, defeat any rival 
MC's my title but I'm tryna be a master
Better stay tuned, this is just the first chapter

Champloo Style (prod. Sha-Leik)

New track "Colder" out now

Artist from San Jose, CA
Contact: codydang@gmail.com

Champloo Style (prod. Sha-Leik)

Cody Dang