Lyrics:
Oppressors, oh, pressers, no cheddar go-getters
No low pressure even in studying the professor
No effort shown in the momentums growth
Should've known better then to show them what they'll know never
Ever so clever, Denver! Twist the knob and rotate it
Book it, your bones aging just waiting for occasion
You see your souls shaping, I'd put it in bold letters
But you've seen the cold weather, envisioned the gates gaping
Don't expect them to comprehend
They on different wavelengths still telling you common sense
With relish and confidence expressed with incompetence
And checkless, and prominent, reflected but not with cents
Start talking but profitless, start reppin' the oculus
Or suffer the consequence, remember the pompousness
I'm letting it all commence, expressing my thoughts and all
Remember I've dropped the ball, so ready or not at all, tell me

One more word and my head'll spin
Like my name was Emily, tell it to the Exorcist
Read the book of Genesis, answer what my question is
Will I move on or am I just gonna be dead again?
So tell me one more word and my head'll spin
Just what the possession did, more than give the neck a twist
Will I see the end of this? Will I see beyond the veil?
Questioning my Exodus, tell it to the Exorcist

(Verse 2)
Eyes of mine imitating optical illusions?
I decline, this just may be possible confusion
I can see through all them café walls
With the rabbits and the ducks, on a path they call
Call my name, the elderly soul, left to tell a fable
From the life I saw at different angles, still the Shepard's table
In progressivity, I've come to the conclusion
That time is relativity, the ultimate illusion
Feel Like Running just as real life toughens
To my Stairway to Heaven as a Pure Soul
Rep it 'till I Live In The Sky, let the rhythm apply
What do we do? Digging, I'll be Flippin' In time
I go travel dimensions, I lead a call
With my eyes closed, astral projection, I see it all
Find telepathic intention when I be flying
Wanna see the color through my eyes? Find the iris

One more word and my head'll spin
Like my name was Emily, tell it to the Exorcist
Read the book of Genesis, answer what my question is
Will I move on, am I just gonna be dead again?

The Hills Of Khione

The Exorcist

TRACK #2 OF "STAGES OF GROWTH" ALBUM
Track Name: WALKER
Producer: BeatsByNitro
Composer: offiz
Features: TREDD

SHOUTOUT TO TREDD FOR DOING THIS FEATURE AND KILLING IT
MORE MUSIC COMING SOON

offiz - WALKER (ft. TREDD)

Ghetto Paintings

Song mixed and mastered by Kazz
MYSDT coming soon

Basic (Prod. By KOBY)

Purple Freestyle DEMO

my coon chip will not activate

Another attempt at story telling. Enjoy it

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Over The Sea (Prod. Shano)

Prod. 23 Memory Lane

Mixed by NextApollo

City's Skin

Everybody’s two faced,
Those with a screw face, who abuse hate
I can see it clearer lately like its blu-ray
Those who use mates to recoup bank
Then they show their true state
I’ve been stuck in the middle of a chess game
Back when every single day was a rest day
Now I never rest, gotta get paid
Tryna make a fortune off my talent
But I’m slowly losing balance
Cause I’m always getting betrayed
Its funny how quick people switch up
A wrecking ball from the people when I build trust
Certain people that I love, I would’ve given blood
Certain bitches that I spoke to with their skin cut
Tried to help them with the pain, now I’ve been crushed
Didn’t care about a quick fuck, or my dick sucked
Trying to make sure you were fine, that you wouldn’t give up
But now I truly give up,
I tend to suffer a lot,
These days all the yutes are getting tougher to watch
Some kids who I met are now stuck in a grave
Because a blade to the neck is sort of common these days
Said this shit was like a chess game
Gotta check mates, before they checkmate
And stab you in the back for a cheque or some checks mate
Gotta get this shit off my chest like a breastplate 
These days, certain snakes can be your own friends
And your grave could locate at your own ends
Keep an eye on the people that you’re close to
Even the warmest looking souls can grow cold to
Shit always doesn’t pan out like its supposed to
When ya killer is a driller from your own crew
And you don’t realise till its too late
Stab wounds, blank eyes from a screw-face
x2

Bally on, gloves too,
You’re my brother, you won’t suffer cause I love you
But I gotta get this bag, so it’s fuck you
In the end, the power is what it comes too
Loose ends, cut loose
You would do the same to me so I don’t trust you
Gotta get it now, it’s what I must do
One shank in the neck and he’s confused
It seems like I’ve lost the plot
Out of my mind, off the planet like a cosmonaut 
A soul for a bank roll doesn’t cost a lot
Just for a little clout they will off ya top
Doesn’t matter if they love you or they hate you
For the bag, it’s a must do, they’ll betray you
Even if your from the same mother
Or you came from the gutter
Just to get the bread and butter
They will slay you,
Can’t relate,
Can’t support the hate cause its sort of fake
Mind is always blank and absorbed by hate
Just extort the bank and ignore the snakes
Keep a focus on ya dream, make it your obsession
Leave street shit in the past and in quick succession
That shit that was a dream becomes your profession
And the snakes in the back become more than jealous
Shiiiit, why getting mad?
It’s because I got more than they ever had
And because I came from less than they ever did
Keep an eye on the paigons, and make it big
This a story for the kids, I need you all to listen
Focus on ya dreams, never focus on the drilling
Make a meaning for ya self and a purpose for existing
Cause money, power, greed are statistics in a system…

offiz - WALKER (ft. TREDD)

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