Thank you to everyone that made this possible!

These are All DEMOS (w/waryy)

Lyrics: 
I’ve been living on the brink of extinction my depiction on life fits the description of stereotypical thoughts of the wicked waiting for until I get signed like conscription these encryptions will show you just where my crypt is. It’s mass homicides when we coincide do or die abolishing all mental lies boy you step up you get fried intertwined with space in time spitting heat like friction slides moving on the floor your life represented by a fiction mind lifes a chore moving fast promise that I won’t be brash if u don’t wanna catch smoke like a nicotine patch one take boy this isn’t rehearsed my pain a resonation of the demons that disperse mentally infatuated with my mind a curse you with the way I plan it(planet)
killing easy when I put you in a verse(universe). Inside this life it feels so hard to learn and ascertain the pain that be resting upon my brain. No wonder I’m deranged talk behind your back but up front die like a flame. These thoughts leave me strained like repeated hunger pangs while I(walleye) pine for something that I could never obtain. My cognitive thoughts always make me burn which foreshadows my ashes being sprinkled within a urn forgotten like a fern with my life’s court adjourned. People taking my passion as fashion when that’s just a pretense that’ll turn your life into past tense your actions fade away like vignettes. Because I rap as my hobby that  they all copy it’s as intense (in tense)as your stiff body. They trip oddly on these flows they too sloppy the goons con me constantly tryna win but I rise no zombie while the rest fold like origami These facts I stay dropping in bullets like a Tommy. I’ll never understand false reprimands in demand are these bars that I thought of from advance however top of the head is the most frequent dance keep talking when ur the one with the weaker stance talking about money when u only making a meager grand. And I know you hustling for clout too in the booth half of you missing like a chipped tooth with that booze talking wet you get ripped in two to misconstrue what I’m saying won’t be a good look I’m a merciless cold crook wraith of the game cause I drain the life outchu after your death I’ll be animated like cartoons stepping up to me you get swept like a broom because MF you should know I am your DOOM uh.

HANDGUN(Prod.Lethal Needle)

EPIPHANY(Prod.Tom Misch & J dilla)

SICK! PT 2(Prod.J Dilla)

You’re really great that’s why it hurts to write this song. So great I don’t want people to sing along when it comes to us nobody was in the wrong but my pain leads to disdain episodes lasting long. I miss you all the time cause I thought what we had was special from intimate moments to times when it was sentimental to be honest all of it just feels so Incidental like we shoulda waited longer but now I’m stuck on this instrumental we had our problems that I really thought we could fix minor issues stacked up and the results left me sick that’s why part of me feels like this was a trick that I shouldn’t have had like a forgotten wish so much bliss I had with you kinda surprised it slipped guess i had to trip to understand everything that I missed. My love for you was genuine couldnt believe you challenged that left me staggered after you sent it like a gun blast stuck inside these circles hoping that things will last. The funny thing is that I know that we work needed more time to flesh it out instead of letting things burn ultimately thinking it would just be adjourned now all that I hope is that I can learn from my mistakes. Learn from my mistakes and make things right cuz I know that you the one and that’s not slight never one time did we ever fight ended things peacefully neither in spite that’s why I thank you for everything that you’ve done despite our differences I wish you the best but I still have hopes of a future ahead. No abuse.(x4) One of my goals was to get you off the drugs but all of that’s changed ever since you pulled the plug. Need to look at the picture above you can’t live like this it’s really not snug and to be honest I get it things have been hard got back into the swing of things after your arm. You gotta stop taking things so fast which i know is hard knowing that your life’s cut in half and also considering your past the drugs make sense to get things back on track but to be honest I’m just spitting facts when I say that you’ll sink deeper left with a gash. It’s from a place of love I want the best for you with or without me no restitute. Because I believe you are beautiful inside and out even without all the makeup promise I’m all about. But what I don’t want if for you to be down for the count. The drugs are negative and they put you down momentary benefits that cease to be found. I want you to find your true potential that I know that you have don’t cover yourself in a shroud always so sad. Cause it shines like a coin the self hate that you have should not be a point. but its cause nobody has ever called you beautiful too unusual but leaves you inside this cubicle dissing yourself for your looks and your weight when in reality you should just admit that your great. With all the trials and tribulations you need a reprieve the strength you have as a person i still can’t believe. So try to disconnect or blow the fuse cause its no longer you when you suffer from drug abuse. 
Drug abuse(x4)
Just to clarify. This person does not abuse drugs I just thought it would make things more interesting if I added another theme.

abuse.(Prod Lethal Needle)(lyrics in desc)

SMOKE(Prod. EZAU! & odellskies)

I could’ve projected my fry screams better but… um I was in my dorm 😭

EYELESS SLIPKNOT COVER

Guitar by me. Was gonna make this a full song but got sidetracked

Fades(demo)

In this game I view rappers with disdain spewing raps filled with pain that few people can obtain or pertain the knowledge I possess in this depressive stage people too obsessed I might lash out in this aggressive rage my mind saunters and wanders off of a cliff face reflection in the mirror only projects distaste they all too slow can’t keep up the pace with the way I plan it(planet) rappers just run outta space(outer space) no precursors my raps distinctly murderous got three dogs that come for your head like Cerberus when I’m on these beats promise I am merciless my skill to profound on this ground don’t be concerned with it I feel more bored(board) than a crucifix when I’m spitting this my cognitive always in it’s prime no Optimus people collectively talking wet that’s obvious the only thing I see is a lack of common sense 

they all look to me like aye aye captain all these people cappin imma turn em to past tense don’t care about reactions all I have is this passion these synapses give me insight with times passing in spite you talk hate it ain’t right in the dead of the night is where it happens the fright is way to tragic my might gon cause some damage I’d say you look outlandish it’s funny how you an artist but can’t use a canvas pulling bodies with my fire you could say that I’m dragon(draggin) all these rappers do is talk they should just stop the yappin imma outline your body in chalk causing panic leave it laying out on the sidewalk you know what happens the negativity and spitefulness I  strike it down you acting like a clown who really wants to face the ground take as much blood like Dracula they can’t even count try as hard as you can but you cant ever take the crown

Insight(Prod.killingfrancis)

king xxxtentacion cover

U can hear my roommates key clicking in the background lmao.

Lyrics:
And there are you 

the one who pushed my heart right through 

When do I see 

Facing all of my enemies 

Thought you’d be there for me you’re not there there’s only blood on your fingertips 

Wasting time until I meet my end I’ve fallen once again to your touch 

But you leave me with no other choice but to stay alone in a way to rejoice 

You’re just gone feel it in my name and all the times we went through are just not the same anymore 

Anymore(x5)

blood on your fingertips (demo recorded at 11 pm on my iphone)

Moving on tryna focus on my life light remarks always get met with my spite time is gone in the ring I must fight that girl want me but I’m like you isn’t my type not feeling great always feel like a plight a blight to existence that isn’t observed right I use all these words and rehearse all night putting rappers in a hearse and converting these stripes from my thoughts I’m disturbed stay perturbed I’m smoking all this herb like a target sales clerk looking inward wondering if I work like a metal bender I’m just rare it’s a curse and that’s why I can’t really think straight one shot to brain to relieve me of this pain I look in the mirror and feel like I’m slain by a vengeful ghost whom I forgot the name I don’t understand it just know that I’m causing damage to the planet when i brandish this weapon I paint your blood on the canvas all the time I find it hard to even manage cause one mistake could leave you  beaten and branded and every moment feels weak my heart starts to stop and It’s so hard to breathe steppin up to me lil boy and you gone blown away from the shotty strapped to my arm rappers full of cap and they always lack charm that’s why in multiple ways I just feel torn stay moving fast cause I’m always in a rush hating these rappers cause I know I can’t be touched Picasso with the pen im just waving my brush not thinking bout the strokes cause I know it’s enough even though I’m still a diamond stuck in the rough tryna get out but sometimes it can be tough

Picasso (prod. killingfrancis)

These last few weeks have been a whirlwind trials and tribulations making it hard to begin more obstacles and demons I have to fend question my existence like why can’t it all end I frequently think of death in my mind retiring myself as an option seems fine a paradigm a cycle of never ending pain and disdain like a crescent moon the light inside me wanes I don’t where to go or who to talk too was jus talking to someone but now that’s fell through made some pivotal mistakes and I admit that’s true could’ve conveyed better instead of lighting that fuse and I’m sorry for saying I dodged a bullet I didn’t really view the situation to the fullest purely out of anguish and pain was where I focused always feel up but that moment was my lowest and here is the recurring theme a waste of space I don’t really know what life means I know it’s hard for you to be on my team but you my day 1 and I know you always will be which is why I’m always grateful for what I have but I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been backstabbed wanna take my life but see problems in advance like my parents crying over my old pants will this be my last dance? I can’t even tell you I’m stuck inside of this wack trance hyperventilating I’m nervous as my hands clam feeling like my departure would be better for my friends and this is all that I have a bunch of jumbled thoughts on a notepad feel like a phantom i think my souls blind what’s the point of being confident when your dead on the inside which is why if something happens promise me if I die tomorrow make this my eulogy

Eulogy(Prod. J Dilla)

Gun on my hip I send a shot and I will not miss and the snakes they hiss always in the grass and they be so pissed this ain’t no trick skill permanent like a blick all of these people they hating until I pose for a flick funny how that really works stuck inside of my mind waiting to disperse all fun and games til you flirt with the devil he meddles inside of your life to go and kill you first people look at me just like a curse I just been this way since my birth better stop talking before I burst busting the pipes till you hit the dirt people been talking a lot always be keeping their eye on the Glock put they hands on me but I ain a clock immma chill on the block with my feet in the spot rhymes be as sharp as a cleat on the drop you can’t keep me restrained I ain stuck in a box everytime that I spit yeah I know they gon watch grab the key so I can just break out the lock but they still always  be talking a lot jealous cause I’m just the cream of the crop got my hands up like I knew how to box halting my progress lil boy you a clot shot to your eye now you are a cyclops I’m murdering this beat right off of the top imma keep it going until I pop then find some more notes to jot 

they be mocking me they be mocking me insults corrode my mind mentally I can’t ever breathe there’s nothing left to me everyone that opposes me is my enemy  (x2) 

if you wanna act like I clown imma put you in the ground rebound to spit on your grave never really missing on a beat that I’m on you a pawn in my maze just stuck in a cage all of these rappers they wanna act like a don but they spirits are gone mindless and astray really got lots of debt on your name that I would really like to go gain every single day stuck in this pain captivated by a life of disdain everyday feeling stuck in a frame that I can’t get out until it’s too late all of these people be acting so fake imma leave ashes inside of my wake you rappers are basic you stuck in your ways im snapping on this track like bones when they break I’m  hitting the attack you get left in a lake if you really wanna hate like bet it’s this way imma put you in the pavement crushing your face if you wanna go relate come and test your fate I’m so blessed gun on my chest stay strapped up like Apache friends odds and ends on the fence verses stay hot like a fires end *freestyle*

Corrosion (prod. killingfrancis)

Lyrics: 
Lying to our faces the media been deceiving us trying to protest only results in bleeding trust population receding conceding to the gun bust all of us taking fire like were under Prometheus Dionysus with the way I’m sipping on the wine glass too fast the thoughts that I’m thinking are so detached mismatched but I’m still waiting till you fall stick sure to get him hit first like a q ball never been one for violence but if you try to agress than you’ll see leviathan I’m acting like my best you should probably just try again fore you get played like a DS tapped like a stylus 

making brash decisions like I was the misfit he stepping up to the crew he might have a death wish it might be better if he got different lenses and to fight back instead of being defensive 
making brash decisions like I was the misfit he stepping up to the crew he might have a death wish 

I don’t care about the distance me and gang stay tracking on your steps like a Fitbit I’m pissed inside this life there is no bliss and your flinching as the shots traverse through  dimensions to mention all of the convenient misdirections and how you put me through all of your worthless imperfections question why these rappers always passing average and keeping up with me would be a right of passage you looking at me wrong Imma turn you into past tense it’s all black when I pull it out no apparatus that’s how you know I’m lethal in my company mimicking my style get off of me you just a flea moving like a butler the way that I’m swinging cutlery timeless with the flow I’m moving like the currency (current sea) hunting everyone in the game like I’m Artemis one hand gripped on the pen as I shovel carcasses faceless stalker I’m on the hunt for the parchment to assert I’m the hardest in the game like artifice

Lethal Company (prod. killingfrancis)

My throat hurts pause. One take freestyle.

SICK! PT 3 (prod. J Dilla)

Lyrics: 

I use the verse as a weapon to prepare all the hearses that I have in the session all these rappers causing curses imma teach them a lesson stay flowing like a current till I’m making my pension all my brethren never question the heaven ascension flying up in the sky to a different dimension I’ve been flexing on these rappers being up in the trenches as my fist clenches around the trigger it deafens in the world around me I feel shrouded every day with lights always dimming staying crowded in the grey my thoughts start to fade staying warped by my fate there’s a lot on my plate and I can’t keep the pace devil on my shoulders and he won’t dissipate until I reach ash and my soul disintegrates the pain inside I promise it isn’t fake it’s a race to the death as my breath goes to waste shouts out to phife may he rest in peace using q tips really be helping me sleep inside my dreams I see different pictures figments of the past presented as unknown scriptures sipping on elixir in hopes that it’ll save me from the rage presented by everyone that hates me it’s really suffocating my pupils dilating trouble concentrating when everything is fading yeah i think I need a rest all this pressure really be putting me to the test yeah or maybe motivation feeling hopeless so I just look at the constellations never mind all the time that was wasted I really can’t look at that as a basis so in light of this patience Im shocked at the peace it’s electric relaxation

Tribe (prod. killingfrancis)

Lyrics: 

The sunlight is where I’m baskin so get out my spot tryna prevent my reign(rain) imma leave you to rot bullets hail on your face spin like twisters were shot leave your body cold like the winter snow as you decompose  your hands frigid and frostbit it wouldn’t be this way if we was in the tropics but instead you get the sleet I stay floating like a cloud when I’m on these beats lighting on the track sending static when I speak thunderclaps boom steady rattling your teeth I’m really peaceful I never be promoting pain but scuffling with me is like facing a hurricane to put it lightly I utilize the elements to bury your skeleton 10 feet in the sediment and people wonder why I’m cold like a blizzard or a lizard cause I’m cutthroat incisors to gizzard still volcanic with the flows shoot fireballs like a wizard steady hooking with my lines I’m the lyrical fisher but the waters rising it’s a tsunami incoming watching them all run and still I feel nothing yeah cuz I’m a natural disaster crashing on rappers with waves until they Casper storming on the track like old dirty bastard always so efficient ain’t nobody do it faster gripping on the pen when I be writing the slappers staying locked in do not ever get it backwards every rapper only shocks me at best still thankful for every day knowing that im blessed keep my heart guarded steady locked inside of a chest so I can prevent myself from causing another mess

Natural Disaster (prod. killingfrancis)

Music is my therapy 

Lyrics: 

My skull is hollow from your sentiments not observations you gave me all this anguish saw it with your body language I gave you all my trust knowing I won’t adjust can’t have connections cause your words yeah they always stuck tryna break out of my mind and I’m on the cusp but I’ve been faltering always thinking I’m not enough you left me in the dust and I hope you know it not tryna cope these are the words of a fallen poet not really calling for it but I hope it’s coming talking bout the dirt it’s way to hard to stomach yeah with death I flirt on my desk I rummage tryna pick up the pieces to go rebuild the substance 

remember all of the times you said I was the best? That don’t make any sense heart ripped right out my chest

 I’m always way to perplexed when I’m in distress way to hard to impress when I’m just a mess but I still keep on pursuing life even though the strife stabbing like a steel knife I don’t feel right but that’s just fine grip the wheel flip the seals bored on my mind to the divine I trust in these times though I bleed rhymes find it hard to recline like the sea line stay above the waves it’s no wonder looking at your face gives me pain family and friends that’s where the story ends  I’ve been gradually doing better I can’t pretend I realize every moment you can’t prevent visualizing my life through an open lens

Donuts (prod. killingfrancis)

D3MO:

You should probably know I’m in love with the Glock couple of shots watch your body go rot really you don’t wanna chill in the spot the homies they gon stay w me at the top don’t get the picture I promise you cropped look like a vet yeah  they quote when I drop stay w a badge but I don’t like the ops no bts when I make the k pop feeling more bored than a crucifix stay wrapped up in a chrysalis gun on my hip you ain missing this you rappers just showing the dissonance me and Francis be killing this the verses so cold yeah they blizzardous me and your girl we was intimate you know imma rock with the syndicate stay inside of my coffin perilous options idk how to decide I stay unloading the toxins lyrically tossing resulting in homicides so approach me with caution you might get lost inside of these verses with time I ain really stoppin while all of you joshing showing the difference of minds on my hand is a rocket making the solace desolate all when you climb all of the people they know that I flow like i faucet until I might set to recline all of the people always be dead to me I send a shot right at your head Ill be laying off with the spread feeling so dead inside of my thoughts once again 

killingfrancis:
When smoking in the car roll down the windows
Play that boy just like nintendo
You aint been thru what i been thru
You get nervous when i press you
Fire songs what i invent
Girl on my line tryna have sex
Cuz on my life i am the best
And I can say that with my chest

I got a socket my bro got a wrench 
And we hitting yo skull and its leaving a dent
And yo girl on my line and she tryna vent 
She said you look homeless should live in a tent 
Said you dont got no money you aint paying rent

She told me your the worst she told you im the best
When I get in the room she start saying undress
She start touching on me I’m gone let her molest
I just closing my eyes and let her do the rest

Faucet (prod. killingfrancis)

Duckworth Freestyle (prod. 9th wonder)

Lyrics:
I put you 10 feet in the dirt lil boy know you getting merked step up to me that’s a first cast it on you like a curse reimbursing  my funds when I dive inside the purse shotty bursting the pellets hitting only made it worse he disperses into the furnace losing purchase worthless soul has been tarnished from perverseness cursive signing the papers were concerned with subversive you can’t usurp it only worsens been awhile I just know I had to step in thankful for everyone in my life cuz they blessings I reckon that I had to learn some lessons in making sure that i stay away from obsessions personified in my rhymes are diatribes to the ones that I always despise don’t mess with negativity I always push it aside tryna bring that on me you’ll see the death in my eyes resurrected in time where imperfections reside my recollection of mind is what’s projected inside my perception of lies is an infection to crime interject to confide than I perfect for the slimes cause I know he gon fail grab the rifle and I buck it(bucket) now his face looking pale (pail) leave your body in the well the rest you can entail know I’m wearing chain mail it’s as strong as the scales of a dragon I be baskin in the sun on the sails you be lacking with the funds you really rotting in jail you be slacking pick the crumbs up and write you some braille I’m subtracting all you rappers eat you like meals

been a while (prod. killingfrancis x sbc)

D3MO: Hit Like a crater I’m like Vader with a respirator slash the saber like a satyr I’m the goat I grab the laser then erase ya on the FL like a gator keep on running like the pacer I keep drumming you a traitor hollows tip you like a waiter 

I’m a psychic like kadabra on a forcefield stay hunting for the blood you chupacabras next meal I kill any rapper just know that your fates sealed can’t feel don’t play with cards that you can’t deal  me and warry gon blow up like a minefield ugly ah you passed like a stamped bill

DEMO 1 (prod. killingfrancis x sbc)

D3MO: When I’m spitting know that I’m clinically insane he was talking till I put the cutter to his membrane I watch him shudder under covers hearing my name watch what you utter or you get more than a light sprain ignite flames off the pain and the disdain all of yall lame got no fame acting so tame gonna feint looking slain from his own claims like propane blow up names making soul trains cause you people don’t know the half of it me and Jayce rapping we snapping it’s so disastrous killing raps with passion and balance like I was baphomet crowd on they feet rising up like Lazarus he turn to ghost like mismagius excluded from humanity he acting like decalius I’m valiant with my efforts in crushing battalions dialysis removing the waste cause of his callousness I’ve been patient with my life but still full of spite from ones who wrong me tryna paint me in a different light the afterlife you ain’t going too not tryna slight you always trite with your words acting like you nice on this mic you ain’t beating me don’t try to  fight my mind sharper than a collection of stalactites heres some advice being average will not suffice up your skills stop acting like you godlike

DEMO 4 (prod. skotskr)

D3MO: Masters of the pen what can I say I spray shots from the Glock at his tupe too fake turns into dust on the runway convey pain red on top like a sundae locked cage body stuck inside of this mind state  sly ways dissipate slain on his birthday two ways looking back and forth where the dirt lays corpse stays twitching on the porch to distort claims listen to the orb to contort fame send em to the morgue with the force gotta obey wan that i make cost more than your birthplace i slay with the dual blade maul your poor face persuade those who fall prey to the short gains  can’t claim I don’t feel the pain drives me insane shots graze but I stay moving unfazed time wanes efforts stay vain as they fall lame

DEMO 2 (prod. whatimustbe)

Waryy: rap a verse up on a sunday
wait until the autumn
but i never just go one way
im speeding off
angry on the highway
this aint fetty wap
but i want to have it my way
this aint fetty wap
2020 in my vision
she took a bunch of pills
but she didn't have prescription
oops wait a sec
umm i meant permission
she so cynical
face a angel but she sinning
face full of angel dust
i could face the world
told it fuck is up
garb some movies n some pearls
bouta hurl
tummy tuck
head is spinnin fuck a twirl
what i need is gas
and my friends
guess a couple girls
bouta go
nusto
drag my nuts across the world
right before i bust hoe
words be very sharp
they can cut bro
you hop on the track
everybody screaming
fuck no
walking out like
uh oh 

Squidpunkk: People only fuck with you 
Cuz you offer them some services

All your friends are fuckin whack
Do tell me what they purpose is?


I'ma fuckin big dawg
Give a fuck about whose turf this is

Anger fill inside me 
Like the diesel truck 
Im workin in
I could kick field goal 
Like 10 times over
You the "could be pro"
Who threw out his shoulder

Every year im getting colder
Cuz the north where I be living in
My dick so big 
She gon ask how I fit it in

She be walking with a waddle
Like a penguin with frostbite
She tryin not to topple
As night falls
then i might
I'm drinking out the bottle
Straight gin 
With Hennessy 
You friendly with the people 
Who should really be your enemies

D3MO: Friendly with the people that should really be your enemies conjuring energy the inner chi show the identity skitter like centipedes I twist the knife into your centerpiece endlessly in my thoughts been searching for some remedies revolver spinning the barrel as sharp as arrows your marrow disintegrated you harrowed from imitating in peril with every statement been alleviating tension lifting weight like I’m benching I’m reaching heavens ascension traversing through dimensions killing raps inside my presence you could never match me peasant reaching my level of legend? Never you not clever in the slightest wish I I could shake you off act like one of my vices my vicegrip choke you to death leaving you fighting like Midas reaching the gold feeling enlightened

DEMO 3 (ft.squidpunkk) (prod. cpo3)

Lyrics:

D3MO: 
It’s an Western ghost story got revolvers in my hands loaded colt in my holster if you tryna go advance lifting boulders from my shoulders literally and metaphorically I am the oracle purging these outlaws historically pistol dissolving you to smithereens stuck in between indecent streets limbo and existence life ain’t as it seems in misery constantly thinking bout why you dissing me you fumbling now your body scattered with the tumbleweeds on my steed I’ll kill an outlaw just for fun no matter the choice of gun know it ain’t set to stun cashing in on your bounty know I’m raking in the funds think you  as strong as a tree I’ll cut your base and leave you stumped I’m out of mind from making these dimes step up you get liquified that I surely can surmise kick my spurs and then I ride really playing with  the fye pressure getting to your eyes fly near the sun you get fried messing with the sheriff why

RIVR(chorus):
i dont know what u hear, no
i dont know what u hear
i dont know what drew you here
walkin on by mistakenly got an ear

claimin that ur not from here but i know better
saying that you love the beer motherfuck the weather
dont know who you are so just get out of my face
never knew you was trouble when you first walked through that gate

WARYY: 
im dodging feds
as soon as im out my bed
got a fucking target on my head
it aint red
and im living out my life
with dis dread
feelin dead
and my life is up for price
and im still like
huh
you know what they says
yo pride will be yo death
but im prideful as a bitch
cause im chillin on the edge huh
stealin robbin pillage villages
im like a robins egg
initiated while im sedated
my gang gone pass the test

dare you to slide
for a couple dimes
i could backflip
while givin people  cuts to minimize
others times
on the planet
make it ours
or drown from tides
all these people wit the suit and ties
cant see me wit eyes
like
am i invisible
while walking past yo cubical
a musical im making
when i get my pharmaceutical
medicate
bitch im a villain
like doom we finna raid
gotta say
killin these sheriffs
just like another day
huh

(chorus)

A Western Ghost Story (ft. waryy & rivr persn) (prod.mndbd)

I crumble again into my void destroyed in the end watch pain rejoice world dims around me save for the noise I must leave this place I don’t have a choice 

I live in a world shrouded in disease the ones that I love no longer with me my aunt in her grave I’m in misery can’t comeback from this feel so out of place I waste away when facing change please put me to sleep so I won’t see disease

 I stay beaten and bruised can’t stand to look at you tears in my eyes again can’t take this life of sin my friend pick me up when I am down as blood shoots up I hit the ground

I live in a world shrouded in disease the ones that I love no longer with me my aunt in her grave I’m in misery can’t comeback from this feel so out of place I waste away when facing change please put me to sleep so I won’t see disease

Disease (prod.awfuldrama)

Lyrics: 

Leave you panicking from this weapon that I’m brandishing banishing many men I send em down to hell again developing these different sounds that yall can embellish in and revel in the way I crush these skeletons to gelatin lack of melanin gives me hate in the present tense ripped his animus now his form as stiff as a mannequin rid contaminants so death will not be upon us I write these sonnets to show how much I strive in Ebonics know these verses iconic while you hate in my comments I soar like comets out the earth like the knowledge of Nostradamus I focus on myself can you tell me the problem? Moving solemn in this life cause of the times that I’ve fallen no one respondin so I’ll be on my merry way I tilt my shades to reflect an image of grey my vision tainted by the pain that resonates in my mind while I dish out these dimes tracks that I lay laxing write in my room with utmost traction subtracting these wack rappers with only captions I’m baskin inside of the sunlight while smoking ashes cuz like the irs the lack of cash is truly taxing on my mental know i stay detrimental the suffering removes my voice of a sentimental being inside to find receding I’m feeling blind I’m bleeding you see the lines defeating the purpose why retreating you stuck inside you sleeping with open eyes and feeding into the lies your goals are from sublime the sights of death are aligned and soon you’ll see it with time the dimming lights never shine it won’t suffice to recline

solemn. (prod.ghowste)

I saw you leave without a trace the pain to deep I suffocate my skin turns grey another day the loss that’s felt you cant imitate

I wonder why the pain inside remains inscribed within my mind I saw right through x2

i see through you (prod.awfuldrama)

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