Me and Lim

This shit sucks, produced by @for-tobacco-use-only

I ain't left my bed yet, and its 5pm,
Depression obvious,
I hate being alone, but I don't want an audience,
my bars alright, but they don't like the ambience,
hollow as a zombie is,
feeling out of time like a floppy disk,
alright, y'all got the gist,
rappers wanna eat but they don't want to see how we make the sausages,

tripping down the road, blood dripping down my nose, things are different since the winters cold, heard things are lonely in the centerfold, on the edge wondering if this grip'll hold, focus on my inner soul, clear my throat with a gulp then expose my innermost fears, in the future, hope I'm spending those years with someone who'll make me feel something, cause it's real when your heart still pumping but the darkness coming, cold as an arctic tundra, being happy bout as likely as an artists come up, panic often to somewhat when I'm off in my slumber, I'm lost going under, the hurdles that I set for my self, I'm bad for my health, uptight like a latch on a belt,
I may not last 'till the bell, on the past imma dwell, imma rap through this hell, till Jesus come, then I'll ask him myself, was I worth the sacrifice, even though when church came I never seemed to have the time, I understand I have to die, but if I gave up my life like you did, would I be satisfied, should I leave this mask behind or do I still have to hide from my demons, since my grandma got her wings I've been trying to find me some reasons,

1/29/2018 (Prod. lim jahey)

Produced by @for-tobacco-use-only

All I write is punchlines lately,
Serve it up like the lunchline lady,
rappers stay shifting like an 8 speed,
or flipping like AC,
I'm talking current,
they lion, they ain't got courage,
Goldilocks, y'all ain't hot porridge,
wouldn't even steal your music, that's why y'all ain't on torrents,
machines, but they ain't got Florence,
Treebeard, you ain't gonna take my forest,
even NASA couldn't trace my orbit,
my raps got weight, like they dated Norbit,
y'all gonna pay, like you late on mortgage,
till I'm Bill Gates and I grace the Forbes list,
every bar I forge is so gorgeous,
go deeper than a gorge is,
send shots at me, you better hope I forget,
otherwise you gon freeze, like you seen a gorgon,
make your career a pipe-dream, can't you hear the organs?
my style got no father, like an orphan,
of course it's a cold as a corpse is,
of course it's a fresh as an orchid,
they fragile as some porcelain,
I leave em where the fork is,
go against my force and your days might be short-lived,
tell em put a cork in it, I can go longer than a court sentence,
go and forfeit cause you're finished, turn into your menace in a minute,
I administer your ending when I enter in the building and I get to spitting,
no dogging, I'm just kitten,
leave your head spinning, lets end it

Punchlines, or Lack Thereof (Prod. lim jahey)

@for-tobacco-use-only

Eh. Maybe I'll redo this one eventually.

My memory getting weaker, to be honest I don't get it either way,
I'm talking sweet love, like Anita Baker sang, go ahead let it fade away,
go ahead, imma stay awake, I've been in a stasis with my raps trapped in complacent habits, I gave up on my dreams,
but honestly, the more I think, the more I realize I never had any,
Look close, you might see the demons attack-ing me, barely avoiding catastrophe,
I'm alone cause it's what I had to be,
about to drown, but I had to breathe,
I threw up everything that I had to eat,
and I didn't think that I even had to sleep
till I saw these visions of my baddest dreams, in this living hell of reality,
balancing my appearance outwardly, even though on the inside I'm feeling so cowardly,
I just made music that came out the darkest abyss, battling scars from my arch-nemesis, but it's far from finished cause I bartered for chips, but I bet on the wrong hand, all glory to god and my moms yeah, hope you heard my a-mens, cats cherry picking, only playing offense, you say got a vision, but really what ya offering?

A lot of cats don't get this right,
A lot of cash to get, in due time,
A lot of raps to spit, a lot of new rhymes,
A lot of crap to learn, just share what you find,

A lot to learn (Prod. lim jahey)

From lim jahey's 'pathetique' tape. Go check out @for-tobacco-use-only.

Mixed emotions, mixed drive, goes hand in hand with all the rhymes that I mistimed,
I miss my younger days, its hard to be a rapper when I skipped all the hunger pains,
if rap dies, all that's left is rusted chains,
I hate parades, but love to rain,
It's a bear, how I love to cave to you're rustic ways,
I'd love to stay, but I got a bunch of free time that I'd love to waste,
run away from subtle change, stuck the same,
we never play the level on a level play,
Always seems to escalate,
say you wanna question, but you tend to exclamate,
did you not check the name?
Better ways to direct your pain,
Let the record say I let the record play,
Wreckage from the wretched waves,
We can stay and wait for better days,
Hand on face, the rest will fade, you can go ahead and hand the blame, I can take, I will stay, it's not a phase

5/9/2019 (Prod. Lim Jahey)

Here's something ignorant for summer
@for-tobacco-use-only

I don't usually talk shit, but I got antidotes for cats who toxic,
cans of whoopass and amens,
if I namedrop, I'll make a rapper amish,
I rock like onyx,
on top like garnish,
regardless of your most regarded artists you got out the bargain bin
ain't no argument when I'm walking in,
give an arm and leg just to rhyme what I often spit,
Me and Lim got the hardest shit,
tyrone bigums, man we got your fix,
leave no victims, when the arson spit leaves my lips,
I'll dishearten you're whole clique when the mic is in my grip
y'all in the spotlight, well pardon the eclipse,

turn a verse into science class,
turn an MC into gas when the mic gets passed,
when it's in my grasp I might just spaz,
it's all flight minus drag,
and I'm off like the lights in your apartment,
see the flash in the darkness,
y'all better concentrate, Auschwitz
that's in bad taste, sorry I don't feel like being cautious,
my aura is awesome, leave cats playing possum while they awestruck,
you like my raps, aw shucks,
Y'all want dough, but I'm all bucks,
keep it running while there's air in my lungs,
regardless of what might come,
I'm lowkey, but you approach me, you getting high strung,
when I'm spilling my guts

Summer1 2019 (Prod. lim jahey)

I rap sometimes.
And make crappy beats sometimes.

A lot to learn (Prod. lim jahey)

¿Mark