Take A Moment

Single Wide Session

Hater-ade Flow

Fragile (remix)

Titanium

40 Dollar Mic

G.M.O.D.

Broadripple Is Burning. (cover)

Know Nobody

MountainBluebird Ft Bukowski

Bittersweet Sympathy

Frankies Gun - The felice brothers (cover)

V1
my verses like my finger prints, everywhere i go
evidence of resonance, like the things that i should know
lost myself inside motel rooms while my thoughs where inside out
self medicating on these idioms,preparing for the drought
but fear was nothing new the adventure had grown stale
some say it was preventable but i let that train derail
just to study the destruction that it left up in its wake
the more i dug the more i cried the more my fucking body ached
so i touched graphite to paper hoping for a new belief
the synapses they connected finally i'd found relief
everything that i had learned help shine on all the talent
suddenly i had two feet again just like that i found my balance
it was never out of malice, in a wonderland like Alice
cause through the looking glass the flophouse was a palace
never scared of living reckless so we cant be scared of death
but sometimes you gotta stop,just relax and take a breath


V2
my vocal chords are paint brushes, thoughts like hand grenades
my mind it grips these wishes that my heart it serenades
skin covered in reminders so i'll always stay the course
never wanna hit that back button with intentions of remorse
squeeze life like the trigger when your runnin outta bullets
slow and steady, breathin heavy aim before you pull it
makin sure you hit your target cause you runnin outta shots
runnin outta time runnin cause theres somthin your forgot
forgot your inner child forgot your inner smile
forgotten who you where and its gonna take a while
to bring that person back and hang the feelings back in place
aint it funny how they can tell just from the look upon your face
its a thin and blurry line that defines amazing grace
and packed into a box thats diguised as a disgrace
but the minute that you open it and remove the bubble wrap
a lonely kid up in Nevada just discovered he could rap


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Sounds from Friday evening

Aint that some shit

So im sittin in my car, outside my favorite bar
Wonderin if i was ever fuckin truly meant to go far
Tryin not to walk in, cause i know i'll stumble out
Cause i like that jameson chased with a guinness stout
And the thought of you does such a gracefull ballet
While i try to shake it off and elevate the pain away
Its not light hearted, feels like mid life started
Ten years too soon cause all limits had departed
I couldve been mad at you, yelled and then scremed at you
Instead i was so proud, i fell in love and then i dreamed of you
Excuse me Ms.conception, point me in the wrong direction
Light another fucking blunt while i study imperfections
Love was just a noun, not once was it a verb
Unless it was misguided, at times when overheard
And that aint no perks, just a crooked ass smirk
And that shit just hurts, but thats how shit works
Now im walkin in, even though my wallet thin
But i got these nerves of steel and a heart thats made of tin
Everybody know you gotta lose alot to win
'N i know i aint a saint but i never try an sin
So i question the facts, and the times i cut ya slack
I pile all these moments, front to back in little stacks
But then i get upset and turn into a wreck
A blunt exchange of words ,all my thoughts hit the deck
Like a scene outta "Memento",suspended in crescendo
You're bound to burn another bridge, i crush a little endo
You're shallow and pedantic, or maybe its romantic?
A goddam shame, it aint me behind your antics
I guess that i'll be fine, i know from time to time
You'll cross my mind, in every single little fucking rhyme
The thought of bein on the wagon,starts to kick the bucket
Burn a blunt to mourn the loss an decide to just say fuck it.
And you'll never learn your lesson, at least thats what im guessin
If up was down or six was nine that shit would be a blessin
As a matter of fact its not, i feel that youre distracted
Theres days when i was blown away the way that you were actin
Hate to say youre selfish or even inconsiderate
When it comes to readin you, i guess im just illiterate
And everytime you do this shit, it hurts me just a little bit
But little bits they sure add up, and keep me up like ritalin
Fuck that noise, its off my mind, to catch it twice just hit rewind 
I'll be on them positive vibes i dont need that shit that feels unkind


This Is One Of Those Times

E.Merciless

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