you sound like the Christian lady who goes to Walmart everyday and preaches how monster drinks are by the devil and you say "sir" every sentence

MZ Shaidu & Digiflow

Samples from Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 1 soundtrack/menu music.

Nostalgia 1999

Back in April I filmed back-to-back live shows headlined by Spice-1 and Twistello in Elko, NV, and interviewed nearly all of the acts that performed while I was in town. On July 27th and August 7th 2021, I'll be performing at each of the same venues (Smokey Vibes and the Silver Dollar Club, respectively); the first-ever live performances of Trial of the Golden Witch! In anticipation as I practice my set, I found myself needing to write a new track about the experience I had last time I was in Elko; thus, the following:

RAP MOMENTS

rap moments happen deep into the night
if you wanna stay woke open up your third eye
keep the bullets in the magazine and drive
stay quiet with the ball and weed or you gon' see the lights

these ain't shiitake, they gon' shake you for about an hour
hit the sour and the Golden Monkey, keep your power
save the Ms to flex with honeys after show
if you ain't got heavy work to do then you ain't need the blow
if it's gon be all night then put this on your tongue
just remember, all of this is real, so keep your head on cuz
they wanna prove their paranoia's justified
and if you can't meet the eyes they're gonna say you're tryin'a hide
practice your best look and know your excuse
don't be dyin' cause you squeezin' the juice
we come together to escape the abuse and I choose
to help you learn how to use these tools to get the most out of what you do
we all got something to live for and it's right here
I got sex, drugs, music and beer
we can beat all the fears and the doubts in our minds
if you love life, gimme the sign! -hands up in the air!-

rap moments happen deep into the night
if you wanna stay woke open up your third eye
keep the bullets in the magazine and drive
stay quiet with the ball and weed or you gon' see the lights

I'm the arbiter of what is hard and what is broke and what's actually woke
and I can stoke the fires under asses like no one before
I've heard the jokes, I've told 'em and I've broke the bank
I've rolled the dankest dank and smoked with legends
independent artist from the start to finish, still I'm winning
intimately deep when I entreat you to my visions and my records
keep on spinning keep on spinning keep on spinning
and my man he keeps me grinning
trying to find something I'm missing I can chase
spinning wheels across the Earth like racing its rotation
wanna hit your stations like an avalanche, so advanced
sound is algebraic got you doing math
polyrhythmic tics I spit so viciously and quick it sticks into your head 
the melodies I write with are so mesmerizing you'll be dead 
long before you even begin to forget the things I said
I'll have you saying it again and again
I'll have you saying it again and again and again and again

rap moments happen deep into the night
if you wanna stay woke open up your third eye
keep the bullets in the magazine and drive
stay quiet with the ball and weed or you gon' see the lights
rap moments happen deep into the night
if you wanna stay woke open up your third eye
keep the bullets in the magazine and drive
stay quiet with the ball and weed or you gon' see the lights

Rap Moments

Outfit by: https://www.instagram.com/gavenhollingsworth/
Model: https://www.instagram.com/birdstorc/
I made this song to soundtrack tik-tok dress-up memes. It is free to download!
Lyrics: 

Why are you so basic when you're basically famous?
I got drip on drip on drip on drip on drip on drip on drip
I got wine I sip I sip I sip I sip then dip I dip

So many styles, so many fits, so many looks you can't predict
Why do you sit on your ass watching Netflix when you could be learning how to mix
I gotta sprint, so all my fits gotta weather the rage
When I'm on stage, I peel the paint off the place, duck here's a bar in your face
How can you stand when you're wearing the same
Thing that you seen in the 'zine on the page
Haute Coutre, such valour, spending when you can't create
Fuck a trend my heart is much too powerful, and I can guide the doubtful
Through the dark, I'll spark your memory in a mouthful

Why are you so basic when you're basically famous?
I got drip on drip on drip on drip on drip on drip on drip
I got wine I sip I sip I sip I sip then dip I dip

clean sweep 
dusting this industry 
you don't have to trust me 
see my people rushing 
bout to make a

Basically Famous

Lyrics:
I had to give Tyler a call
Summer came and I’d just finished licking wounds of the fall
Gone into the green wild with some Julia Holter and Chelsea Wolf
The pack was digging all of the tunes
I pulled off somewhere in Utah ripped a few bong hits off and wandered around
Found a sound and tossed my records in it
Fished em out they sounded better
Them guppies know something about hooks
Get more compliments than weird looks
Because I walk into the room like I’m the headliner
Fine diner so my driver is a gourmet cook
And good girl so he happens to be my husband too now look
We can hang if you like anime music and weed
Or wandering around the city streets watching the scenery
Climbing trees and diving into brush or if you’d like to split for lunch
We eat at local places, take adventures, always try the pho
Always give a fuck what others gotta say
The knowledge which expands my brain allows me to maintain my outstanding outspoken ways
I wanna pay for it the way Ive been and things Ive done
I spent a lotta energy on trying to become the thing I thought I was
Recollecting before blowing up just like a supernova
Word to HOVA I know all of us upon the East coast had to be born a soldier
Boots to ground the globe trotter round the world the flow caught her
Spins inside my dome, water in my lungs until I spit
This pneumonia thats oh so sick
I was dissociative and used to it
Now I’m always moving to your town so you get used to it
Now I always move money around like butter over a hot stake
Im about to plate my hot take you potstickers are gonna break and tear
I hate to bear the bad news but a lotta them lyrics about money and power from rappers are not true
Only 15 outta the 2,755 billionaires are black, rich people are not crew
And fuck being crabs in a bucket kids, help me help you 
I got time to spare for now and words for later, cling to what you can
Never be afraid to hold on to one line for dear life until the end
Ill do all I can, and that may not be much I might not really be shit
But even if I fucking suck Ill keep trying because defeat is something that I cant live with
Even with forgiveness I still need to win this

I Had To Give Tyler A Call

Finally, New

Some Days I Hate My Voice

Yeah, you know what time it is. 
1. SUNDAY PRE-GAME.
2. DYRON'S WORLD INTRO. (feat. Vizier)
3. SHOULDA KNOWN.
4. GONNA BE FREE.
5. ANGLE.
6. COULD YAA.
7. TELEMAXX. (feat. Monté Leon)
8. JODY BRONX - DISTANCE.
9. DISCONTINUE. 
10. LIVABLE & SUSTAINABLE (feat. JUNE!)
11. UNIVERSE.
12. GOODBYE.

PRODUCED BY DYRON MILLER. MIXING CREDITS: CRANBERRY DAVE

GOD BLESS THE INTERNET. (Full Album)

ASTRONOMY CLUB EP OUT NOW // https://cheraxdestructor.bandcamp.com/album/astronomy-club

FT. THE VOCAL STYLINGS OF THE EXTRAORDINARY ATW // https://soundcloud.com/page-fortysix

ᴅᴀɪᴋᴜ ɪɴᴅᴜsᴛʀɪᴇs // kill this distance ft. atw

My baby bro MZShaidu made this sick ass beat: https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/waves

I just rapped on it. Lyrics:

Livelihood ain't got much to do with it
Happiness bobs and weaves like a bouey at sea
I concede that it helps to be free
but the feelings of entrapment are real
I can only feel what I'm made to feel
I can only be as much as what I am
Call me what you will, review me as you see fit
I'll admit to any accusation
This vacation took a bitter turn, into better art
The truth in my heart is that I want to get a better start
I don't have much in the way of confidant
But there's no affront to the way that lyrics flow by font

Twenty beers may not yet be enough
Twenty waves might take me too far out
I don't wanna drown, but I wanna float here forever
Don't take me off the tether


Maybe I'm posing, or maybe I'm chosen
Maybe this ocean is truly frozen
I don't feel movement but I've travelled far
I don't feel motivated here at the start
I can't take the steps you advise
I can't take accurate account of life
I'm here deep off the trench off the shore
I barely know where I am anymore
You said swim, don't float along forever
I said please don't take me off the tether
I only truly fear sinking
I can't deal with the thinking
I only truly fear sinking
I can't deal with the thinking
I only truly fear sinking
I can't deal with the thinking

Waves (at Dawn)

The version that god (Jess) intended. FUCK YEAH!! Me and Endless Jess rapped over this kickass MZShaidu beat!! Expect a mixtape some time!! Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Digibro]
I chase release, sixteen bottles deep
in some weak shit, my peak shit dried out
always night out when I look
I'm still too lazy to cook
Nowhere else open at night
So I stay after that light
Wawa subs, takin that bite
cigarettes gettin' that light
ate again, drivin there twice
I don't like none of they food
fuck am I s'posed'ta do?
no one else awake here so I stay jackin' my dude
gettin' in fights online
wastin' my fucking time
tryin ta fuck with this wine but now my tolerance is too high
rhymes becoming off-time
wrapping thoughts up in tight little rice balls to eat up and spit out
at people who pass by my house on the sidewalk
you balk at my face, mother fucker, I'm carving your eyes out
you don't know who you're dealing with, I'm a man with his mind out of
control -- don't know what I'm prone to do at this hour
my skin has gone sour and bruised,
I'm rotten through

[Verse 2: Endless Jess]
come to on the floor
in a pile of trash and piss shit stained drawers
I'm a hot mess hoarder, the lord of disorder
calorie absorber, performer, a camcorder
and I’m bored, another symptom to record
in the pit, the only hole i fit anymore
until i stick more whores 
with my thick pork sword
i got ticks on my dick getting sick and engorged
i used to dream of how i’d be when i was grown
picture me with a 6 pack, not the kind that foams
now i live alone, never shower, i live in squalor
blocking out the sun so i never know the day or hour
and my teeth all yellow, gums receding, 
gingivitis, cut myself eating now I’m bleeding
while i’m beating up the mic
and i’ll take another bite
of the burger that i dropped in the trash last night

[Verse 3: Digibro]
Fast food on my mothafuckin' breath
Wine spilled on my mothafuckin' chest
I'm drunker than my rhymes are good
my wordplay's bored, I torn between asinine and scorned
I'm fine from four till dawn
But wronged from six PM to one
I'm no fun and no body cares what I've become
Or how I've run so far from the sun
- my body is fucking falling apart
- fat and gross and weird and fucked up
My beard looks like a rapist
My shape is amorphous
- I don't know what I enjoy
There must be, please, I hope, a point to all this
Somewhere along the line when looking at the time
Stopped meaning anything my mental state became in constant flux
I've got six thousand bucks and don't know what I want to own
I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown

ROTTEN (ft. Endless Jess) [Prod. MZShaidu]

Beat by MZShaidu: https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/fresh-summer-breass

Lyrics:
the broadcast news is all subjective
the truth ain't there, you can't protect it
I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch
I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit

all the best shit in life comes from you and I
from mankind, when they ain't fuckin' around
or stuck on the ground, or straight fuckin' it up
when they layin' great stuff in the cut, and gettin' the bucks
I go to see 'em sometimes
with a fat wallet I don't need a disguise
don't mention politics or the bad guys,
the high concepts, or the truth unrealized
look 'em in the eyes
I don't hate all of ya'll fuckers
but some of ya'll mothers got a need to get smothered
but I can set aside my druthers
for a waffle, and some chicken, and a lil' honey mustard--matter fact
let me live at IHOP
and eat gross tenders 'till my fuckin heart stop
set up a lil' booth where I can record my hip-hop
and drop in random patrons for podcast interviews

the broadcast news is all subjective
the truth ain't there, you can't protect it
I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch
I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit

My plate's legit completely full
with fat raps to eat and sick shit to pull
and thick chords to play, while I don't get no play
'cause I ain't got all day to swipe left on bitches
--that's inauthentic, but how I roll
I only pay attention when the dinner rolls come out, no doubt--
I like people for the art and food
and if I seem rude, that's cause I don't know ya, dude

the broadcast news is all subjective
the truth ain't there, you can't protect it
I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch
I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit

Humans Are Okay

Another track from Bedroom Bedrock, which may be coming soon?! Beat by MZShaidu as usual: https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/morroco

Lyrics:
Be yourself,  just as long you is just like me
Follow the rules, but don't give into society
We can be friends, just as long as you don't disagree with me
'Cause I know what's right, objectively

It's fine if you like me, but I don't identify as likable,
attractive, or good, by my own standard
I don't pander to those who would slander
my style or collect from my piles of grandeur
I get all the respect that I need from myself
So feel free to leave my disk on the shelf
I got no desires to stoke your fires
I'm not K.Dot nor am I Desiigner
I'm right on the fringe of acceptable and cringe
I make money on the fact that I anime binge
I'm unhinged, no one likes to admit when I'm right
cause I don't represent any side in their fight
and I'm white, but I rap like a motherfucka
while still livin' in the burbs with my parents and my brothas
playin' covers of songs that nobody respects
'cause there's not a single person whom I need to impress
money's all that I stress, and I ain't been depressed in a while
but my violence gets hard to suppress
when fuccbois mistake my patience for a test
and get flexed on harder than they ever expect
now look, this attitude is made of influence
and it would take a lot more than a minute to get into it
and I don't mind comparisons even if they're embarrassing
but I ain't sharing everything so don't think that know all about me
see we as human beings have the thing called empathy
that let's us perceive what others see without being where they been
so when I hear another man singin' stories of his sin
it don't mean that I know him, but I get the things he's sayin'
and that's why I grew up cultural appropriation
on every TV network and radio station
and all that culture is mine now
define me how you like but don't expect me to kowtow

Actualize

Bedroom Bedrock is nearly complete!! Here's one of the final tracks, featuring the monstrous talents of Endless Jess! https://soundcloud.com/endlessjess And also of course https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu Lyrics will be on bandcamp release.

Get Action!

MERRY https://theworstlabel.bandcamp.com/album/the-worst-compilation-the-downward-spiral HAPPY

ᴅᴀɪᴋᴜ ɪɴᴅᴜsᴛʀɪᴇs // something like everything

The other day I was drunk and messing around and made that really shitty freestyle called An Attempt Was Made using the tail end of @MZShaidu's song, https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/sustenance-fallen-to-pieces
Because of how I released it right before Paradise (In Name Only), whenever I listened to that song it would segue right into the freestyle, and the transition was just so perfect that I wanted to have the same thing happen on the album--meaning this had to become and album track. So here it is with actual effort put into the lyrics!
I constructed the theme of this track while walking home from Arby's drunk at 10AM.

Lyrics:

I drank half a case of Tecate
So I could get sloppy enough to do my job properly
I'm probably the only psychopath who works this constantly
But I don't know how else to be, and nobody is stopping me
I get frustrated, stating that I hate it
But still getting berated and told I am overrated
Well I guess fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you
I don't need you to tell me what I can't do
I'm the king of the jungle, I run this zoo
Now get out of my cage or I'll start slingin' poo

Pee Yoo that's a stank ass rhyme
Yes I know I'm cringe, that is by design
I don't hide from my feelings
I'm no good at dealing with
My self-image, so I stay fringe-scrimaged twenty-four-seven
I need one of those Frankenstein girls from the seven-eleven
Who stays up all night and knows the right way to heaven
And I'm quite alright if she is less than a seven
Just as long as her taste ain't shit

Yeah that ain't no bit
The last chick I was with made me sit through some bullshit
And I am legit an elitist prick
Who won't stick my dick in no idiots
Unless they live in convenient driving distance
My sex life is not a thriving business
Probably because I have such ire
For every single person aged zero or higher

I admire not heroes but an hero
My life is a scene from Apocalypse Zero
My strife is obscene and is not endearing
When I sing, people scream, and demand that I go
Believe me like you don't even know
How much I wouldn't be here if could just throw
All my stuff in a bag and be on the road
To the edge of the earth, and jump in a black hole

Kill me

Fallen To Pieces [Prod. MZShaidu]

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