110 BPM G MINOR
put my goddamn name in the title for soundcloud
feature me if u send it out to all platforms

Subway Surfers Type Beat  (PROD. THE DINKMASTER)

clock ticks opps sit in the closet
deposit any oddities into my new apartment
positive thinking
drop a quick drink down the sink then back 
to the closeted diminishing
relinquishing what it meant to be one of them minute men
don't think you understand
wonderland filled with hundreds of hunters
one left stand
one right stand
abide by my hand
my insight will smite men
who try to fight friends
with a knife and my pens
find the silence
in every single life we try end
every single try to write ends
the best stories have the worst endings
so you can sit here pretending that i'm dying 
but on the inside i am smiling knowing my life will not be in vain
trying my hardest to change
my mind can't rise above it
i can't love myself
tell my family i love em
the plan will be to nudge this
along to the beat and the bump and the budget
still i will not budge it
i've tried to my fullest
i've tried to fight republics

i am smiling knowing my life will not be in vain
trying my hardest to change
my mind can't rise above it
i can't love myself
tell my family i love em
the plan will be to nudge this
along to the beat and the bump and the budget
still i will not budge it
i've tried to my fullest
i've tried to fight republics

i've tried to like the old school
tried to like the new
but when the school's your torture device
no scorching ice will do
no poor guy in my old room
will find the note to DOOM
i carved into my walls first day of 2021
gone still in 2022
no say how he's gone
we can only assume what's wrong
was the same thing that plagued cornell and nirvana
drama is the new outlier in my emotional code
pros, cons protons all known to explode
extra load for the pain

i am smiling knowing my life will not be in vain
trying my hardest to change
my mind can't rise above it
i can't love myself
tell my family i love em
the plan will be to nudge this
along to the beat and the bump and the budget
still i will not budge it
i've tried to my fullest

budget (prod. Kenny Segal [wide<o>eyes])

you never really asked
so i never really said (i wanna get it)
put the pedal to the gas
put the lead to my head (you wanna get it?)
the track record says
that you're getting really mad (you wanna break me)
but after all this time you've been breaking me 
i'll just laugh (it's what your debt is)

dink on the beat like chris brown
oh yeah bitch you want a hit now?
all these kids thinking they can spit now
but their shit cannot hit what i lay down
so get out of my playground
go back to your courtyard
acting like you're hard
the world don't get any better with more art
you sore arse poor parts do not make the man
hard concrete floor to store the whole gang
possibly more inside of the cellulite poles
made for every cheap hooker to go broke with no soul
you got leaked of 4chan, check the floor plans
your hands are dirty, ram stan slang til they rang the pigs
it pans out like this, we sprang at the first miss
the ignorance and bliss, ignoramus references

you never really asked
so i never really said (i wanna get it)
put the pedal to the gas
put the lead to my head (you wanna get it?)
the track record says
that you're getting really mad (you wanna break me)
but after all this time you've been breaking me 
i'll just laugh (it's what your debt is)

i know my way around a hook 
but not the way around the sinker
rappers fuck kids and love dicks
how can you miss it?
wish i could live for the spitting
half these bitches so lazy they're freestyling
dividing time into divine light and shit
that ain't written
i'm the guy to change the beat up then get deceased
you the type of guy to put your feet up and message freaks
you wheezers need jesus, please don't have greed
that's the one thing we say to a budding mc
i'm the guy to change the beat up then get deceased

cease, freeze police!
free world cattle prod for the freedom you leech
seeking release in a world full of deliquents with beef
that's all around me, hounds be down to eat anyone within a millimeter
fifty feet of distance defense against peta
i'd pull the zebra
but every single memer doesn't have a way to see ya
shoot and make a man see white like the semen he dreams of

i'm not here to invade your front door
i'm just here to make sure you don't snitch
i'm not here to make you disappear gone

no mc can pique my intrigue
unless ye got free meals
for every kid for weeks
seeking peace
in japanese foliage
potent potions poking at your pogey shit
poor kid
poor life to live 
the more of mine to give

the more i will give
define the industry
refine my symmetry
i ain't even lying i got the chemistry
me and any ememy
my wizardry
your simplicity
isn't he
great at what he does,
back of the pack
with the click clack
hit the scene with this big act
pushing more beat packs
loving the free raps
but you don't want to see magic
you want to be fooled at it
that's why my music on another level
while yours sits and settles

summerdub/protector (prod. Kenny Segal)

HEY HERES A RAGE SONG HAHHAHAHA
seriously though, if you make this type of music stop. it's fucking cringe
had to demolish a youtube beat to shit on a genre

SHITTING ON THE FLOOR ft. starboylund (prod.lvurentg)

had to demolish a youtube beat to shit on a genre

LET ME BE YOUR.... ft. mr hbn (prod. fxckyeahako)

erez just shut the fuck up
imma let everyone know whats up
alike the rap game, crab game got crooks
erez is about to get cooked

erez has said the n-word but cares about jews
a bit of a double standard wouldn't you presume?
thinks he's the biggest man in the room
but he's wrong! his ego is in there too
you're almost as racist as all your croneys
you must take us all for fools
shout out croweyyy
for what he rightfully took from you
you diss people based on their disability
diss me for autism and not my diss ability
you talk shit and you piss humility
got homelander complex real shitty
pick up a stick, kid you know you're gonna miss me
but what's more sickening is that you can't stand critique
you never wanted to lose, so every time there's a leak
you just bring volume and don't accept defeat

erez just shut the fuck up
imma let everyone know whats up
alike the rap game, crab game got crooks
erez is about to get cooked

every conversation deserves a clip
every amalgamation of your bullshit

that you come up with keeps coming back around
and around, all that money and where's your crown
you have to understand the crowd, listen to the sound
70% of crab game pros think you're a clown
like damn guild server looking like afghanistan
how you less relevant than a clan called kumklan
you're a dumb manchild with no sense of regret
and by the way your mouth moves you don't have sex
definite sexist racist and ableist
never jerked off without a vibrator in
keep throwing stupid jabs but this just ain't covid
so here's the last 4 bars of this song i hope you know if
you don't change your ways of egotistical whim
then you'll have to take the backlash, bang on the chin
people aren't willing to come and listen in
to an apology no more cause you care more about the win

erez just shut the fuck up
imma let everyone know whats up
alike the rap game, crab game got crooks
erez is about to get cooked

erez the almighty, rigs 5v5s and tourneys
he weaves through controversy, bitch named sigourney
all of these false accusations he makes calling me a pedo
erez sticks metal rods up his pee hole
dick riders on every move that he makes
just to try and get a piece of the cake
every joke he tells must be so funny
when everyone around him is there for his money

erez just shut the fuck up
imma let everyone know whats up
alike the rap game, crab game got crooks
erez is about to get cooked

EREZ DISSTRACK DEONE

YEP COCKS FINAL

LYRIC DUMP 2

IF NOT NOW

AIMLESS

HEY MAN

I GOT ISSUES

old j8k remix which i think is pretty good

...When All Roads lead back to you

Lost Potential

Needles ft. KID CL4VER

there are bugs under my skin, 
and intruders at the door just waiting to come in
every single bone splintering
i'm envisioning i have about six minutes to live
turn the television to channel seven 
earthquakes in turkey and more bombs in yemen
turn on the phone, a notification
my ex uses instagram so i will not check it
since my social record is contact evasion
and all their friends are slowly starting to hate me
if not already, and that shit is driving me crazy
i can't keep going down this hole, mob mentality
is just the court system under a different name
and its poor victims are the ones they're itching to blame
i always listened to you, whether it was out of shame or not
you've got to see i did love you in my own fucked up way

see i could live a thousand lives a thousand times and gouge my eyes
but out of my one thousand lives i told a million lies to watch the billions rise
and not a single moment did i doubt myself
didn't look at my health and reach out for help
but i guess this is a thousand-and-one
where instead of putting my mouth to a gun
i just devoured the sun, put all my hours to love
and still came out without a family, that's the power of being a cunt
looking at my calendar i'm clearing it up,
the vanity i put on my hearing the word
i put myself in this situation cause i didn't listen to me
now every apparition of you is just viewed as a vision to me
the sickness in which we grieve is only piss in the breeze
if we just sat down for a pitcher of tea
and talked about it eye to eye, i love you but i won't suck up
so just get out of bed and (WAKE THE FUCK-

WAKE THE FUCK UP

i'm happy, which is alot for me to say
i'm not angry, which is better than yesterday
i'm not sappy, i will never waste a day
i won't waste away waiting for someone to make their play
do you see the shadow from the limelight
or do you wait til the time's right
these questions are important to me 
but they don't ruin my life

your words feel like mortars to me
but i'm alive, in a trench, with a smile

and your eyes are like an order to me
to stand up, and to fight, cause its right
but i'm alive, in a trench, with a smile

in a trench

Turn Into Casio (variations on a drum groove)

jjjoe_ theme song

mortar and pestle-ing it down
do you like the way this record sounds?
i'm not happy in this restless town
cause theres less rest than having sex with a clown
i used to get up each day without a frown
walk on two feet ready to get around
i wasn't ravaged by pesky emotions
video games were my main devotion
so in that lane i haven't changed
but i move across space in a kick-push motion
my hearts a yard sale you can't stick up homie
now all these phonies try act but they don't know me
i'm the reason you favorite rappers aint od'd
i'm the guy who cleans your second hand cds
i'm the sugar, make the plaque on your teeth
but never think that i'm hella sweet now here's the recipe

i'm ready to kill myself tonight
i hope you can accept the knife
cause the world just doesn't seem right
so where's the reason that i should try

i used to check up styles upon the format
build with skills, these techniques of rap,
power through like cap'n ahab, i get the money asap
and no amount of you monkeys can change that
say crap but it reflects back off after a minute
you gotta give the shit a second to stick and sink in too
this entire scheme was crafted to be consumed
so let's resume to the evening news
two shot, one glock, let's kill all the trans again
russia - ukraine who's insane's got the upper hand again
it's all been crap and then they layer more on top
just to fall asleep, listening to Bach
i do not require a walking stick to walk
i reharmonize every inch of the crop
til the chords sound pretty and i sound pretty
if noones with me then everyone must be with me

i'm ready to kill myself tonight
i hope you can accept the knife
cause the world just doesn't seem right
so where's the reason that i should try

Captain Ahab

fuck jewels, fuck porn, fuck these friends who don't have my back
fuck fools in a war made by governments that'll never cut em slack
what's the matter with that
we act like everyone goes through hardship and that devalues yours
that doesn't mean shit cause if it did i would've lived by the sword
we're all just fools in ideologistic wars
it's me with myself and i'm fighting against the horde
that says i'm too lazy to work but won't give me a reward
i'm too young to die, no future ahead
i'm too numb to cry, stamp your shoe on my head
if all the humans were dead and i'm the only one left
i'd spend the last moments on earth picking up the dead
but if i died they'd all be laughing in my stead
do you see the issue that arises from my loyalty?
i don't cry to act like i'm stronger but in a breath
you could rip off the mask and unburden me.

i never felt like i had a home
and without you i'm stuck in this hole alone babe
this whole thing's gone out of control
everything you did slipped under my nose 
disowned me, i'm acting like i'm ok

i'm surprised i've barely changed since i lost my heart
didnt start over a thing i just found that in the dark
theres no thing called compromises or contradictions
cut to the vision, you act as if i only liked you cause you fucked me
as if you didnt see me discovering my problems alone
do you think i just wanted you to be a hole?
as a hoe i could flatten into mulch 
to contort you and pervert you into something with no soul?
i'm too stupid to do that you're too smart to underthink
you never knew a thing i let you in on what's been happening
i am sick i am ill and i have a song to sing
and this ink that i spilled on the page is enraging
i wrote love letters after you cut it off
i want to enter your soul and let myself breathe
i love you so i love you not i hope you find someone better
but i hope when they're fucking you all you can think of is me

.... i don't mean that
i kinda do

i never felt like i had a home
and without you i'm stuck in this hole alone babe
this whole thing's gone out of control
everything you did slipped under my nose 
disowned me, i'm acting like i'm ok
i never felt like i had a home
and without you i'm stuck in this hole alone babe
this whole thing's gone out of control
everything you did slipped under my nose 
disowned me, i'm acting like i'm ok

Contortions Ft. F-A-Y-Z-E-R

NEEK

got no potion to test
wasnt dosed so i woke an emotional mess
hocus pocus to death
my vocals are hopeless at best
my outlook is the email i receive the day before
the question i can't answer is should i go to war?
i just don't think the army would let me hold a sword
i don't see why they'd care, they make gold from poor
take those whores, and let em get baptised
take my fall, or you'll get chastised
every digit factorised, every integer knocked down
living a manufactured lie to keep the trigger locked down
you can't fly in this paradise, you get shot down
so buy more wings if it'll make you love the process
but never once query if love is something you can process
all is good and well when you're unconscious
all is good in hell when you're not on it

Paradise

back in the days when i was a rugrat
i played halo reach and fantasized about thug tats
now i sit and metabolize thug rap
figure out how a fag can turn it to hug rap
everyday i think about saying fuck rap
i don't get bitches i've been trying to fuck rap
i miss out on trends, i've been trying to duck trap
i know fiends high on quack, caught in the duck trap
ready for change, i've been switching the lane
visiting death at his kitchen of pain
gifted and blessed since my vision became
lifted from breath to the wisdom of saints
give me some game i've been sitting on the bench
put it on my name now i'm living a mensch
wouldn't ever blame you if you're giving a stench
if you can't buy deodorant, you can't buy meds

this is not lyricism this is a test
of word acrobatics in the form of my soul
no time to laugh about it i've just gotta go
i don't make jokes in the prescence of a ghost
that's why i never jive
been finding pretences to explain why i'm alive
it doesn't really work cause i don't do well at lying
and my flow doesn't work i'm bad at timing
atleast in rhyming i'm a dime a dozen
fire hazard with my apparatus i'm the guy that you're wondering
if you can catch
but i'll tell you right now, you can't catch what you never had 
never did a river dance never did anything weird
only programmed my own drums and moved to my ear
my raps might stick like glue to your ear
that's a payphone prank i'd do to you here

THIS IS FOR THE MESSED UP KIDS BOUND LIKE DYNAMITE
THE MESSED UP KIDS BOUND LIKE DYNAMITE
THE MESSED UP KIDS BOUND LIKE DYNAMITE
THE MESSED UP KIDS BOUND LIKE DYNAMITE
THE MESSED UP KIDS BOUND LIKE DYNAMITE
THE MESSED UP KIDS BOUND LIKE DYNAMITE
THE MESSED UP KIDS BOUND LIKE DYNAMITE
THE MESSED UP KIDS BOUND LIKE DYNAMITE

one more thing before i close out the beat
this shit is not for the streets, or the sheets
or the neeks, for the beats, or the sheikhs or the haters or the fakers
it's for me, and there's a couple stipulations
it's also for the cash and for the emotional therapy
not for crying with a whole cup of hennessy
i steal everything and then i leave back your purse
you can't take my music but you can take my words
every verse is for those in a societal hearse
for the pedophiles in a clinic suppressing the urge
for the weirdos online always messaging girls
for the skaters who just skate to make a mess in the dirt
for the emo girl who keeps slitting her wrists
for the father who's never gonna visit his kids
for the crackheads looking for another hit of heroin
we can never win cause the devil's what they make it

Gauntlet Clutching Dynamite

all my beats are free for profit
i'm quite versatile when i need to be
not dinkmaster just dink cause it's either beats or me on someone elses beat
hmu on discord for any questions or help 
TheDinkmaster#6069

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