Sandman

Ogun

talk iz cheap freestyle

Crimson

Maelstrom prod killswitch

Impure

Arachnophobia prod killswitch

Solstice

Black butterfly prod jxyln

Sobriety

Yac flow freestyle prod imdead

1. Imaginative state prod 187chasper

2. Man at his end

3. Heliophobia Interlude prod t8hundred

4.Nightmarez prod damn tibi

5.Exodus prod damn tibi

6. Melancholy prod davys gray

7. Shellshock outro

A violent nature

Lyrics - Genetically we not the same 
The perfect organism god embedded in my dna 
An alien, who’s alias is Damian the antichrist 
An aura radiating, alienating those who pass him by 
A presence blaring, daring eyes to meet and petrify,
A heart uncaring, sparing none of those who seek to pacify.
Pacifists prepare to die 
Cain and Abel’s been eternalised 
I watch the world with a paternal eye
My perspective on this earth 
Is subjective to my curse 
A contraceptive didn’t work 
And in effect to it I birthed 
Emerged zombified 
Misery personified 
My Symptoms known are not benign 
My Vital signs a knotted spine, I’m fragile 
Constantly in a battle since when it’s peaceful I find war within myself, information I’ve withheld 
Has left me all alone in hell I could’ve dragged you down as well but I believe in fate I played the hand that I was dealt, knowing karma is an energy that never goes unfelt 
A living effigy
My identity 
Identical 
Hollowed out receptacle 
This agony perpetual 
My shoulders asymmetrical 
My cup is half empty an prolly altered til its chemical 

Im Irritated at repetition 
The nights inertia is my destined prison 
Stagnant Frozen as a porcelain composition
I’m Sick to death an rigor mortis is my symptom 
Pallor mortis, limbs limpid 
Loss of vision, slit incision in my wrist to see if I still bleed 
Mediating in a room of smoke and mirrors to find the real me
A weight atop my chest makes it difficult to breathe 
These demons don’t jus step on me they fucking stampede 
I feel sorry for yo ass if you understand me
I supersede the future me within a superposition
Each iteration splits, divides but none align 
There’s infinite reflections yet no face is truly mine
A quantum rift dissolving in the folds of time
My cognition spirals, caught inside a fractured paradigm
Each thought a universe collapsing in its prime
I loop my will around orions belt, a cosmic noose 
Suspended in the void, I’m the pendulum that moves 
I am essential to your mood 
Each oscillation breeds isolation inside this room
I’m the fucking truth 

Alien prod D’ambrosio

Lyrics - Bloody Mary Bloody Mary Bloody Mary 
If u bleed then uon scare me
Digging up dirt ah get you buried 
The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice and this black bitch on me gon prove that it’s true ia squeeze an bust this fruit spill his juice pussy got put on the news like a famous bitch posted her nudes you prone to accuse and im the type to act confused bullets blew his body, set ah scrubs 
Wont find a follicle atop the gun 
What I do is impossible shit can’t be done 
You see shit one sided, monocle
Carrying shit like abdominals 
I remember the days me and bro eating dominoes 
Now if we wanted we prolly go tropical 
Pop the fuck up like the babadook
Upping shit like Stan smith 
I’m the man bitch like skip bayless
Ia talk my shit til I’m rich and famous 
Leave a opp lookin like Levine seamus 
Ima grimy mf like frank off of shameless 
An I’ll be the death of myself like frank offa shameless 
I’m self destructive 
Procrastinating, unproductive 
Scared to know if this is all for nothing 
What lies beyond the veil is so seductive
The end of the tunnels been obstructed 
My thoughts are too disruptive 
Restless, hyperactive I can’t sleep for nothing 
This internal tug of war I’m stuck in 
I just keep on tugging 
I just keep on clutching 
These bald heads ah make eem see god like td Jake’s
Stepping on shit like the pedal when you see the Jake’s 
A polka dot pattern what a 223 ah make 
I’m only 5’8 170 pound of I wish a mf would 
Yo ar fake that’s plastic ain’t no grain inside that wood 
Exit wound the size ah suge 
Bloody Mary Bloody Mary Bloody Mary 
If u bleed then uon scare me
Digging up dirt ah get you buried 
The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice and this black bitch on me gon prove that it’s true ia squeeze an bust this fruit spill his juice

Bloody Mary Prod thankutimmy

Seventh Circle Prod 187Chasper

Lyrics - I’m the oldest one, the chosen one
The one who’s shoulders hold a ton 
Taught to hold my tongue though to never run
So now my problems are a brick wall, 
As inescapable as a friend zone 
Back in school i was always sent home 
I couldn’t focus and spoke to my teachers like it was they fault 
A little troubled kid who couldn’t live with what his folkz had did and so he slit his wrists, viewed the world through a tortured lens and thought it ain’t make sense, retribution placed upon me from the karma of my parents, I’m embarrassed of how I handled it, but looking back ion know how the fuck I managed it, with what I know today I woulda went manic and started stabbing anybody in sight, I was caught in a plight, overcame my cowardice and learned how to fight, realised a gun the only way to survive now I’m 22 and alive and it’s all thanks to I, won’t give no credit to a most high, hoe I, seen hell and took notes, now my soul dry,Had to bleed just to breathe in this low tide, never known to be outside, I don’t like shit on my earl vibe, im a stranger to the strobe lights, i see things clearer with these cold eyes, Wrote my pain in the dust on my windowsill, Watched it fade when the wind hit the winter chill, Frost on my breath when I speak to the night air, Lost in regrets that I keep but they right there, the devil doesn’t fight fair and he don’t wear prada today he in a nikey tech, ski mask on plotting on how to profit and possibly make it out of poverty, I’ll prolly die a violent death, a self inflated ego led to permanent solutions over temporary arguments, a vein moment, instant as a pulse, could result in blood left, chest open from a 38. No pearly gates await the man who’s life’s a consequence of parents who never knew how to heal their own wounds, born atop a tight rope, optics of a birds scope, a single step off balance, I could shatter like kaleidoscopes the type of folks I grew around I view as microscopic probes, a silent home, where frequencies emitted through an item thrown, and through it fear was born, I fear confrontation, fear the hesitation, fear the feeling that subsides temptation, I fear the realisation every path’s just a simulation, fear the segregation following my pigment being Caucasian, i fear incarceration, fear the limitations, fear the walls of my own creation, I fear imagination, fear the dreams that die in incubation, if as above is so below I fear salvation, is elation found in isolation? I’ll prolly die a lonely death, decomposing bone and flesh, found at home in bed, isolated to a lonely end, a written letter read, finally I’m free, I’m free from me, I’m free from everything. A spirit liberated, no more self imposed cages, societal expectations, scripted pages written to keep us shackled on their stages, I lay here in amazement as I know tonight I’ll cease to breathe, sincerely yours the man no one’ll grieve,. I’ll prolly die before my mother, I’ll prolly die scared that this was all for nothing, I’ll prolly die because I thought I was bluffing, unknowing that I landed on the  chamber stuffed with a 38 caliber bullet to split my nugget. I’ll prolly die from a night I said fuck it, I’ll prolly die tonight as I honestly cannot function, I’m tired I’m running 

I’ll prolly die prod jonas

Lyrics - Gravity taking its toll, I’m gravitating toward a black hole, water watching, tidal waves crash in the crack of my skull, mother natures looking kind of dull, ima idle soul, watching time dissolve, cytosol full of vital faults, eyes erode in the iris mold at the sight of gold, tylenol lullabies sung with opium tongues, the melodies numb, it’s never enough. Measuring love in a way, where the weight feels destined to break any scale that a man could make, I’m barely awake in a cognitive state, fuck saving Face id rather sever the skin, embedded within is a seraphim with its wings clipped, sun eclipsed, with a tighten fist, fighting gainst, titans to the sound a dying breath, with a heighten sense, at my expense a silent sigh could breed a violent death, I get lost inside my head too much, inside this room of mirrors there is 8 of us, reflections vacant of a face to love, familial feelings fade to dust, estrange to touch. My hands adjust to silhouettes I can’t disrupt, I’m ashamed of lust, these succubi are dangerous go suck a dick and die you fuck, watch how I erupt at the sight of blood, I get high off gun smoke, cutthroat, blood soaked, dump loads, slugs show, no sign of a struggle the body found flat Ina puddle, cadaver wrapped ina black bag like cash in a duffle, he asked where I’m from, bang flash from the muzzle, his tendons deatched from the muscle, you ain’t worth the skin on my knuckles, the exit wound look like a tunnel I’m literally walking through yall, chalk shit up like a cue ball, a crescent clip ah make the moon fall out the sky, I can make it dark outside, the truth in a capsule the size of a bullet, you swallowing that or your pride? I identify a threat and watch it die, tell me why I see the worst in people, earth will eat you, ouroboros circles in the dirt deceitful, serpent speak through, words cursed to deter the people, we emerged as equals though submerge as evil, I need room to breathe these thoughts are too cerebral, feeling claustrophobic, how much longer will I go unnoticed? Im trying not to let the shit affect my emotions, but I feel like I was chosen, who else saying shit this potent?  Name ya best ia smoke em

Event Horizon prod DavysGray

I’m the product of creation, the monster of Mary Shelly’s mind 
I was Made with the hands of a man who chose to leave behind
The soul shaped from his very essence that he breathed to life. 
You Recoiled at my sight and decided alone is how I’ll die,atleast you left me with something, and that’s the the question why? Hows a child of god go denied? A single scream could shatter the sky, and so I realised that silence is a weapon when the world is deafened to yo cries, misdirected deflection led, to a never ending infection that spread, upon the flesh I could never shed, I’m alive but dead, a contradiction, I’m the prisoner and the jailer, both the monster and creator, the friendly neighbor with a dead baby killed in anger, the coat hanger 
Thats angled inside of a teenager, I’m the 38 inside the chamber, carried in the pocket of a silent stranger, who can make a minor problem into something major, I can cage a lightning bolt inside a bottle, translation I can split the clouds and watch the sun get swallowed, a metaphor for what’ll happen if you try and squabble, so make like an egg and scramble bitch, standing in the mirror thinking to myself what kind of man is this, the type to fold under pressure or handle it? Lay an rot in fetal position or stand up and store sand in his fist, rotate and twist, and contain chronos in his grip, shit time might be the only father that i ever knew, learned to associate happiness when the moon is blue, i wade in Deja vu, awaiting a new cocoon, i wish i could absorb all the pain in you but even hero’s hands shake, the world on my back makes it hard to stand straight, 3 words dissolve into a bland taste, a bad day way from the son of Sam’s fate, the sacrificial brand lay on the left of my neck, and ironically my heart lay dead in my chest, it’s been a couple days since i slept, day and night cycles the evidence I can’t neglect, window pain I see the stains from where the glass had wept, condensation creating a pareidoilia effect, Inside of it your name I etch, keeping you alive through different types of text, I’ll prolly die alone from stress, disassociated, pulled apart like bread in the hands of the starving, A body here, a mind somewhere carving epitaphs in cuneiform, blunt nails gainst a brittle wall, scratching every memory I can recall, dirt naps until the roots take hold, I’m at home where sun don’t go

Frankensteins Monster Prod Mides

Hook
There’s a spider in the corner
It’ll probably be there ‘til the morning
Thoughts mimicking its legs while I’m dormant
If I killed it, would somebody mourn it?
I should just ignore it
But I can’t sleep while there’s a spider in the corner
There’s a spider in the corner (x3)

Verse 1
Eight-legged entity entering my field of view
Its back adorned with Rorschach in deepest blue
Dissolving into thoughts that I can’t subdue
A speck against the canvas of a sky that I never knew
Still, its presence bleeding through, open as a wound
A monument to motion, yet it hardly seems to move
Silence ceased the room, life resumes as it moves toward the ceiling, unconcealing silken threads congealing
Now coiling above, patient in its thread
No longer is the spider in the corner
Now the spider’s overhead

Hook 2
There’s a spider overhead,
It’s been watching while I’m restless in my bed.
Blood-brushed webs woven from despair
I think the spider knows I’m scared, that’s why it’s overhead,
There’s a spider overhead

Verse 2
So still I could astrally project
Realize I’m actually in a web
Where an action’s a regret
It’s best to act as if I’m dead
When the spider’s overhead
I’m confronting all I fear
I see a child afraid to sleep without his back toward the wall
Hypervigilant of footsteps, knowing pride goes before the fall
I see a soul inside a sea of silence, drowning inside it all
Stood in awe at his reflection, eyes torn open at his call
Awaiting to hear instructions like a victim inside saw
Deteriorating vision, fuck seeing, I should claw my own eyes out to achieve peace and sleep at all
I see nothing, there’s no spider anymore.

Hook 3 
There’s no spider anymore
Was it worth it to avoid 
Everything I’ve ever feared inside the void 
There’s nothing yet I’m paranoid 
I think there’s blood on the floor
there’s no spider anymore
Just a pool of blood on the floor 

Along Came A Spider Prod Avi

Produced by homagebeats 
Lyrics 
A live embodiment of innocence  
In my hand a sign that claims all consequence
Atop a table sits 72 instruments 
Each a tool for the hands of the insolent 
Flesh traced with curiously placed fingertips
I sense hesitance, rewarded with a flower for my impotence 
surprised at my surrender I’m subjected to a kiss, spiritually detached as my physical’s remiss 
I simply just exist, an exhibit for the hands
A sacrifice to highlight the mockery of man 
I know you’d kill me if you can 
Take a seat, allow a second to just breathe 
And let me see the inner you that you hide beneath 
Visually regurgitate your swallowed grief unto me 
I’m your patron saint of suffering, your sanctity 
The caterpillar left to liquify in filth
stillborn corpse kept to absorb us of our guilt 
A baby born in silk 
to sink their teeth inside 
their mother at her will 
It’s by design that I’ll be killed 
I breathe life in dead time 
The irony, dead tired 
I couldn’t even sleep if I tried 
Sclerotic spine against a bed of ice 
A fly lands beneath my eye
Unphased, it fails to animate a life
The sad clown with a painted smile 
Subjected to the stage while bleeding out
Any cry for help is disregarded in denial 
Applauded by the crowd and left to drown 
I see heaven when I look down

Rhythm 0

Who at the door? Is it police or junkies
What do they want Is it drugs or sum money
Lately ain’t shit been funny 
I been up since Monday
It’s Friday 
I slid on the homies like everything good 
Came home to the whole house ruined 
Moms covered in bruises 
Ian even phased this shits getting usual 
I prolly won’t sleep til my funeral 
Prolly won’t have nobody to carry my casket 
A lonely lil bastard 
another John Doe getting turned into ashes 
My present is stuck in the past tense 
I’m visibly bleeding my passion 
I feel like my love’s a transaction 
A tool with a dagger attachment 
Used to extract my compassion 
I cope via apathy, so misanthropic 
I’m sorry I’ll switch up the topic 
Let’s talk about things we don’t often acknowledge 
The possum hypothesis 
Sick as two fingers inside the esophagus 
Try and play dead as they rummage inside your sarcophagus 
Submissive as hostages 
Body compliant while mentally obstinate 
Finally I earned your acknowledgment 
I’m sorry I’ll switch up the topic again 
Fuck you and your mf dead friends 
Moonwalk over thin lines hit a backflip on a tightrope 
Highway to hell ima ride slow
Passenger seat got a glock with two k’s like a typo 
Shit get crazy, scary, downright paranormal 
He talk to the dead he the new paranorman
Fuck yo dead homies x3 
Fuck you and your dead homie
I’m sorry! That’s just a trauma response 
I’m sick of these faggots they talking a lot 
Gon head, play crazy boy a psychopath’ll get walked down 
Caught him headed home, red light him now he morgue bound 
9 milly that’s a small round 
had him screaming ahhh from a small sound

Trauma Response Prod d’ambrosio

Ion like to talk a lot
It’s people out here with a open ear
Relaying everything they hear
The simulation getting weird
If the mirror is a window to the self
Then why’s the devil here?
I can’t adhere to all these rules they try to govern
The government’s too corrupted
They’re killing us all in public
And taking taking our public funding
To fund another abundance of guns, drugs
Any substance we’ll abuse in our search for numbness
Im so disgusted 
In myself for falling victim to the trap 
I might relapse and fall back into the flashbacks
Muzzle flash blast gunpowder washed away inside a bloodbath 
Keep the gun stashed beneath my pillow, how the fuck I’m posed to dream? 
The irony that Everybody likes to think life is so important
like we ain’t create a way to abort it 
If the truth’s too hard to swallow bitch snort it 
Every body wants to play the victim until it’s time to be a victim 
Ain’t no second guesssing when you lie twitchin 
Blade swinging off the back like a white couple
Left him face planted in a bright puddle
Karma is a bitch and she might fuck you
Mossberg inside a white duffle 
Who wanna raise an issue? 
Ion play wit pistols, My blade’ll split you in ways that’ll make it hard to staple stitch you 
Buck 50 cross yo facial tissue
Send you to a place where angels drift through 
I’ve Hallucinated every moment 
Medicated barely coping
Simulated serotonin 
Elevated loss of focus 
In a state of no emotion
Eyes are swollen from the muzzle flash 
Blink twice, see the sun collapse 
This bright light’ll leave you sunk in black 
Hear the echo fall before I double back 
Mind gone but my heart intact 
I’m too busy grieving to call you back 
I’m bleeding out but yall jus call it rap

Change the world ft shrxuded

I’m my biggest critic, each lyric written a thousand times
Busy tryna mimic, prolific lyrical rap minds
Overly analytic of every little god damn line
This feeling’s parasitic — I feel it slithering in my spine
I can’t seem to find the perfect syllables that rhyme
I wanna put a gun to my mind
Nvm
I’m all in

Tensions in my tendons, every sentence weaponised
My eyes adjusted to the dark — no choice but to realign
Give me some time and I’ll take the throne
My voice a catalyst of fire like acetone

Another white boy here to make himself at home
But don’t sweat it like a pheromone
I’m tryna thug in harmony like Bizzy Bone

Pressure makes the diamond — I’ve been grinding down to skin and bone
Never been a clone, but the mirror show a paradox
Dysmorphia distorts the face reflected back in shattered thoughts

I’m walking on a tightrope, my feet erasing where I’ve walked
A single slip and I’ll be lined in chalk
Misery seem to follow like a faithful dog

I was taught to never speak, so I talk like I’m afraid to talk
I taught myself to suffer — now I’m searching for a way to stop
Holding back pieces of myself, afraid of what they’ll cost

I’m torn between the person that I am and the one created
A facade made that relegated the image of modern gangsters
A mask I fabricated — but deep down I hate it
The person I’ve become feels like someone I’ve traded

Caught in a cycle, every move I make’s debated
I feel separated as a whole
Oscillating ‘tween wanting to put a hole in somebody
Or saying sorry and stepping on with my day

See, my temperament as stable as clay in a state of disarray
I’ll push calm to decay
A wrong look could get your whole face rearranged

Of all things to die over, senseless violence is never worth it
But in certain moments, life be feeling worthless
And throwing it all away for some pride — I’ve rehearsed it
A thousand times, almost as much as I’ve rewritten these fucking lines

A hypocrite is how I’ll be defined.
Just know that I’m trying.

All or nothin prod Daniel Bailey

Produced by dimitrovmusic

I’m spiralling toward a dark pit
Caught inside the image of superman, while I’m Clark Kent 
Carbon tint cartilage, carapace canvas targeted by carved faces where the art is bled 
The voice of reason was never what the artist said 
And on that hill I’ll be found with marbled flesh
Mentally trying to run from what my heart confessed 
Play the fence and get impaled like the virgin suicide
Crime scene passerbys watching gloomy eyed 
Recording lies hired by a coward in a blue disguise 
Who moves in silence just to euthanize the human mind
Apply a suppressor and try to mute the cries 
The youth outside, playing jump rope until the noose is tied 
Soon to die to the same system you provide 
10% of what you earned tonight 
Still you haven’t earned the right to try and fight the man inside the suit and tie 

Hook x2
There’s a fly in my soup, gadzooks 
Now I’m In a bad mood 
Nothing good ever happens past two 
There’s a fly in my soup

This is christs melancholy in the garden of gethsemane
Waking up naked stripped of all your identity 
Soon to be another victim of the worlds entropy 
My mental energy could charge half of a memory
Remember me? Met with a cranial claw 
Pain in my jaw 
Paint me your god, I’ll show you a white wall 
If you don’t like it lick my white balls
Type 4, swollen pupils form a light source 
Psych ward star show
veins made of barcodes 
Scan and see a box buried at the crossroads
I’m a devil colour of an eyeroll 
Who speaks in hesitation, I’m staring at the ceiling like it owe an explanation
As to why I’m deprived of my destination, hyperactive though I drown in patience 
Peel the faces and nail em to the cross I lost my faith with 
Optimistic pessimist,
I can make the best of it
A bed of shit compressed into
A pedestal for reckoning.
I’m dead ahead, in lead of a human centipede,
The Strength that I need, ain’t in Colombiana creatine
It’s in this soup I can’t fucking eat 

Hook repeats

there’s a fly in my soup

I’m Submissive as a capillary, sanitised hands congratulate satans adversary
Ceremonial robes clothe another body buried 
Why is every body staring at me? 

I feel hostage at the cell of myself, tetrodotoxin
Living dead zombie walking 
Stranded for death on a beachfront, water wading 
As another day meets extinction 
Barely blinking, staying wide awake is in my best interest 
Bent fingers, disciplinary caution against triggers 
It’s taken a lot less than Ryan coogler to make sinners 

We’re all particles of god, pardoned of our faults 
Imperfections persist in the construct of adults 
Childlike vacuousness sucked out our bones 
By the reality imagination could never clone
Macaulay Culkin was never home alone 

The voice of our creator droned out by buzzing flies and helicopter blades 
Desperate mothers on a mission 
who don’t return the same 
Babies hang from barbed wire 
another soldier’s emboldened by clean boot attire 

Who’s the liar? 
We’re the ember to their fire 
Forced to have our senses raped
To please their sick desires 
I watch behind a screen with bleeding eyes 
Then close the app, disgusted
Partly at myself for not being productive 

I don’t believe in nothing 
I guess I believe in something 
Since the height of a knee I’ve been running 

I found myself Stranded for death on a beachfront, water wading 
As another day meets extinction 
Barely blinking, staying wide awake is in my best interest 
Bent fingers, disciplinary caution against triggers 
It’s taken a lot less than Ryan coogler to make sinners

sinners

Both beats are jam Baxter instrumentals 1 “invasion” 2 “soi 38”

[Lyrics]
Flesh coated gargoyles perched on the street corner 
Talking in a accent, victims of the diaspora led to die as poor, eyes pouring taught to bite the curb before the final warning 
Spoken siren poetry, slice a puzzle piece from the body so they Know it’s me 
A face that’d make ya grandmother clutch her rosary 
I speak in noises that you hear before you go to sleep
deaf to Morse code teeth chatter, I speak backwards and I don’t sleep I astrally project inside a dream catcher, homemade shell catcher, shotty ina bloodstained sheet pull a home invasion wit a body snatcher 
Put the child to bed an see wassup wit mommy after 
Paranoia feel my flesh melt beneath the strobe lights  
Candy flip environment, five lines’ll bring the candy man out retirement 
I admire it when a choir of limbs sing violent hymns my desire ends sudden as a spinal twitch, now it’s only me inside this world like a solipsist
I float toward pleasure like pete inside the mist
Knock on heavens door with a loaded .76 
It’s time to know if god exists 
Catch him lacking like Alonzo with his bitch 
Start demanding if the punishment befits why the politicians free to fuck these kids? 
While I’m subjected to these pits 
Since the cradle was a casket i ain’t fit 
He just looked at me and blinked 
I introduced him to my fist 
Then looked him dead inside the eye and blew my fucking brain to bits 

Hook repeated 
This isn’t heaven or hell
I’m not in heaven or hell 

Neglected kid in a world where the holy light dims from the shadow expelled out his skin, with a slit wrist grin and a newfound eighth sin, eyes stretched thin tryna bargain with a 
Pig faced djinn for a price that’s within, the cost of his freedom’s in him, jigsaw psychology, learned to be free through lobotomy, vein dichotomy, gas fume oracle, blue flame prophecy red pill propagate dmt geometry, flesh bound oddities strung out  swallowing their teeth at your apologies
save your two cents to buy a dream in this economy,
lately the wallpaper yellow 
Lately my mouth taste like metal 
My hands been blacker than the kettle
Bleach and a Brillo, skin peel back like a burn rose petal
In Voluptas Mors
Follow in the lords footsteps on a bloodstained floor 
Baptised in lust and gore 
Hung from a flesh covered cord 
If you’re lucky you’ll end up a corpse 
The long hard road out of hell led to a locked door 
I feel like I’ve been here before

Hook repeat again

Rebirth

Not a day goes by where I'm not afraid of y'all. 
I blink twice an melt their faces off 
Light bleeds out my eyes like a waterfall
The pallbearer of color who moves 6 feet a second in dead time 
To catch little Lucy’s fall 

Lock her In a sterile room with a single doll
Then buy her a puppy an shoot the dog 
Spin a tale of it living on a farm
We take truth in syringe form 

Prescription panacea, side effects read paralysis 
Premeditated suicide labeled as an accident 
Who wants to see a magic trick? 

Wave the healing sleight of hand and spin illusions of a dying kid on fire then secretly extinguish the burning like magic did.

The data ain’t inaccurate and neither is the media
The science isn’t fallible, the findings aren’t misleading ya.
What more you need? God’s not descending to speak with ya 

Look around we live in a reefer puff 
Pulled by Mother natures Leaking lungs 
Wading blood in moon boots attempting to cannibalise our tongue and Grind our teeth to dust 

We exhale the fog that obscures the truth 
Suppress our own speech through therapeutic abuse 
I carry colourless views 
The obstetrician of bad news
Never quite grew out of my terrible twos

Colorless

Lyrics ~

Big ass Shotgun body the size of umaga 
I can get a body dropped without ever paying a dollar 
The internet don’t give a fuck bout yo problems go dig up ya patna
You not hotheaded you tame as impala 
One eye on the green like wazowski
Running through shit like rob gronkowski 
Tryna box me’ll lead to needing an autopsy
Cutting down all these tall poppies around me 
You going to heaven if you sleep soundly 
When I’m wit my brothers, tropic thunder I’m Robert Downey 
You know my body… no the fuck I don’t 
Hear no see no speak no evil 
You marked for death like Steven seagal
I’m hard to kill like Steven seagal 
Or a tardigrade 
Clip fulla Charlemagne
That’s bald heads
Peel ya head back like a fucking pez 
Wish the best for ya hope you break a leg 
Like a bleeding steak bitch I’m so rare 
It’s more dirt than there is dead 
So it’s plenty room for you to get buried 
With this g17 I’m pat Barry 
Fuck
What the hell
What the fuck  
What the hell
What the fuck 
What the hell
What the fuck 

Bald heads crack you up like Chapelle 
Tongue like the tip of an arrow 
Sly lil devil, I lie to myself so much it ain’t good for my health 
I live in denial  
Like people in power 
Looking down at the people around em 
Dumbfounded at the fact there’s a knife in their back
Same one they cut dinner wit 
Cognitive dissonance 
Silence as blissful as ignorance 
Ion know shit about shit 
Prepare to get serious
Ski mask appearance 
Your peers an parents’ll bleed like a period 
If uon put alla da bread in this basket im carrying 
Get popped in ya bread basket 
Granpappy shotgun 
Ready to pop sumn
Like old people bones 
Or when you go through a bitch phone 
Pour up drank 
Gas pack stank like intestinal tracts 
Pull the knife out my back and This bitch hit ya dead in the stomach like a miscarriage 
Kill shit vanish I’m doing what I was taught 
The weight that I bear gon leave em appalled 
12 gauge in my pant leg pallbearer walk 
Head, neck divorced 
Torture the boy like a prisoner of war 
Ima crazy lil cracker witta cranium cracker 
Fuck everybody I’ll kill my own daddy 
What the fuck 
Fuck everybody I’ll kill my own daddy 
What the fuck 
What the hell
What the fuck 
What the hell

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