a ghost rises this fall. a collection of airy beats coupled with vocal finese of the southside ghost St EM's

Rebirth

A Close Call

Chrono's Trigger

July 23rd

Talk

Space Ghost

all saints rise is the tale of st ems as he evolves past the depression and flies above the madness that has plagued his life and his environment.

New God Mantra Ft Bridgeboy

Oyasumi Mr Ems ft Ziad

Adam And Lilith

Sermon At Sinai

Vagabonds Prayer

All Saints Fables

Birds Eye Ft Rg45

this is a playlist for my mixtape called 20. mixed by me, mastered by me and written by me. this is my first mixtape so enjoy and share.

St Ems - Story With No Title(original Beat By Slic Rick)

St Ems - 420 Ft SEO(prod By Blunted Beatz)

lyrics
Chorus 
These  thoughts 
I’m fostering 
Comes from living through sin 
I Found the god within 
As I was Living through sin
That’s why I elevate 

X2 

Verse 1 
Summoning demons I don’t understand 
Tis the plight of man 
Fawning for fruits from a foreign land 
‘‘Tis the plight of man 

Come from a place with no leaders
My motherland 
I can’t  receive her 
I cannot please her 
How can I need her 
She says she likes me 
I don’t believe her 

Cuz she finds new ways to fuck me over 
She has potential 
she is so mental 
She’s getting worse as she gets older 

She’s detrimental to my health 
What a card We were dealt 

So it goes 
Can’t love a woman I barely know 
She sold her children for top gold 
A top hoe 
But So it goes 

Verse 2 
I am a man with no nemesis 
I am a beast in its genesis 
But a nigga still irrelevant 
Chief on  heavens sent 
Mary for the blessed 

St ems akin to alien machines 
Arousing the mind of who’s listening 
I don’t glisten man I’m a dull diamond 
A silent siren out  the horizon 

Isolation made the beast within 
fostered the state I’m in 
Searched for my meaning 
In my religion 
sinning  makes me human 

So it goes 
Chiefing trees when the raven crows 
Singing songs of down below 
Frenching valkyries under mistletoes 

outro
all of my problems irrelivant
when I’m on medicine 
all of my problems irrelivant

In The End, It Doesn't Matter{ Prod. By REGRETING}

lyrics
Crash land into my bed 
Grams of trees neatly spread 
All across the table 
On that angel 
Haze I’m blowing dead 

All my stress evaporates 
My mind in a static state 
I grind an eight 
Till I feel straight 
I need a break 
From my mistakes 

Shit so loud 
Got the neighbours complaining 
By my lonesome 
Always blazing 
Keep calm when I palm
Trees 
Trees help philosophies 
How do you think that Socrates 
Could spit them seeds
That’s tighter than Riley Reid 

Gram after gram then I proceed 
To fuel my energy 
My hero’s died from worse things 
We’re just pigeons with broken wings 
thirsting for the highlife 
The limelight couldn’t be so bright 
That god high 
The amni potent 
This the shit that I’ll keep promoting 

Verse 2 
Problems at my Rear 
Future is not clear 
I keep wishing for some peace 
Like god it’s never here 

All my days 
Burning js 
Got no chicks 
We don’t relate 
They want this 
I want that 
I just live life my own way 

In my life I’ve always faced defeat 
Trouble seemed to notice me 
Young’s ems flying overseas
To find a place that I can  be 
Free 
Does it exist 
Is life fixed 
Can I resist 
When the devil 
Twerks and twists 

 I do not know 
Is my life just a fucking puppet show 

Can my soul 
Ollie over 
Damaged roads 

I do not know 
I do not know
outro
crash land in my bedx4

Great Philosophers Did Drugs{ Prod By Joyce Money}

lyrics

HOOK
Young ems kill em with the pencil 
Uhh 
Your bitch my utensil 
Uhh 
Punk shits what I’m into 
Uhh 
Spit that soi Fons  missile

Come from a land of tyrants 
Uhh 
Seeking a home I’m a migrant 
Uhh 
I am never open with my issues 
Uhh 
Carefree like a white mans whistle 
Uhh 

Verse 1 
You mannequins panicking 
I’m kaneki killing some ghouls that keep rambling 
Your goons I will handle em 
Leave you looking like where gods are battling 

Jackson pollac on this bitch face 
She wanna know how my art tastes 
Make her sing like sade 
This Venom tongue 
Makes her prostrate 
Your raps great 
Like dry steak 
I medicate 
Till my minds straight 

I don’t give a fuck about the fame you dummy 
Y’all rappers missing from the set of always sunny 
Bars heavy like a swing from gatsu 
Dual mics going revy at your platoon 

Wrote this 
In the black lagoon 
With some creatures 
Bumping tunes

NANI!! {prod. By SIREN & HADES}

No Doubt { Prod. By Dirty Sosa}

Gotta Dream { Prod By Skul}

Colony { Prod. By Igor Reva}

Tis The Plight {prod by sille}

lyrics

hook
Fools gone talk like that 
To your face nun said just punks like that 
Uh 
shits confused like that
Get bread take meds get your mood all right 
Uh
shits so crazy ain’t it 
shits so crazy  ain’t it 

as long as I can do me man 
I’m not  complaining 

Verse1 {ems}

Faceless hedonist 
Folks were scared I’d turn into this 
Burning hella trees 
Like anarcho capitalist 
Spazzing on the beat
That’s the way i contain my beast 
Dropping lsd 
For my goals I need assists
Style so alien akin to living omnitrix 

Bitch I’ve been a 10 
Messi with the pen 
Junkyard rap we scrap in my ends 
Flatline trap we ending this trend
I’m the king of this Canada scene 
No Canada goose, off whites supreme 
Ems stays fly in some primark jeans 
i'm so pristine on my junkyard ting

verse 2 {Ziad}
she gon get down for that prada
that gucci that yada
i remember going back in 
when all they had to give was nada
can’t walk for like two steps
residue on the crewneck
got me thinking if she come thru
would she run to
any booze left
we gon like martin be with gina
give me mouth aquafina
smoke a pound drank a litre
she’ll do it for the leader

verse 3 {ems}
throwing rocks 
sneak dissin
and you call em grown men
fake bitches
tongue twisting
like they get the program

outro {ems}
fucking humans bro 
fucking stupid so
its amusing though
its a stupid world

Mad Innit_! x Ziad {prod. by Ghxst beats}

Lyrics 

Verse 1 
Shit ain’t necessary but the politics is deep 
Makes it hard for a nigga trying to sort his feet 
Trying to get water when the wells run dry 
That’s how it is trying to Fix what’s wrong wrong with me 
In hopes that when the rain goes by 
Hands held high break dancing to the sound of its beats got no pound to police how my weight moves right 
Ain’t no fucking room for my seeds 
So I don’t plant shit near my homeland 
Ain’t no light to feed what’s growing 
Should have seen the omen when the old whites left 
It’s a funny thing the place where I seek is so far away almost like finding the one piece 
Got me wondering 
Does it even exist 

Pre hook
Can you push yourself regardless 
Out the pit that you are in 
Try to set your self a target fore 
Your day of reckoning 
I’ve been high so long and limiting my self from feeling things 
Falling down let me be can’t glide with these broken wings 

Hook
Look homeward my child she said to me I said no 
Cant you let go 
Thats all she wrote 
Made my peace with what has happened 
Spark a blunt to end the show 
On wards angel 
Can’t you let it go  

Verse 2 
Innocence 
Been lost to the internet 
‘Tis  the plight of niggas labelled rejects 
Crickets while my demons came mobilised
 
Been a century since I felt a sense of me
Need a sensu bean I’ve been broken mentally 

Batting for my demons pushing for the big leagues
Big dreams anchored down by this ocean wide gap between the the man I am and who I wanna be 
Laid the plan but we can all agree 

Dreaming big doesn’t take much 
So I take puffs and wash my sins in it’s vapour 
Could have drowned but I came up 

Couldn’t breathe round my folks now one’s gone 
No cries no relief from their lost son 
Tip toeing round the beasts that I summoned

Look Homeward Angel {prod.Trey Clyde}

Lyrics 
A love song 
Circles round her point of view 
She’s hanging round a dude or two 
she knows just what that pussy do 
And what lengths men would go 
For tonight she is gold 
Shes so valuable 
Red raven 
Jean grey 
What’s a Phoenix without flames 
My eyes says she is real
My Brain says she is fake 
I been lonely way too long 
To really see her worth 
So I just give her praise 
She’s the god I made 
She’s the god I made 
She’s the god I made 
So I just give her praise 
She’s the god I made 
She’s the god I made 
She’s the god I made 
She is just a figment of my sick expectations 
She is just a figment of my sick expectations 

Verse 2 
Sipping something bubbly 
Will she say she loves me 
Will she hold a nigga when she sees he’s fucking ugly 
Questions that I pose when I approached and my dick rose 
Coincidence I suppose 
Confidence blooms it might just be the room 
Or what is my cup I can see her lighting up 
Her wings flare up she is the mood 
Her wings around her body like a blossoming cocoon 
Just  a normal dude 
Trying to wed the moon 
Funny but nice try see 
Life doesn’t reward us shy guys 
Girls whatever loves a myth to the lonely and sheltered can’t help it 
I’m selfish

A Love Song { Prod. Niagra}

Lyrics 
Verse 1 
7:30 barely sober spent days getting by 
with some addy just to hold up this body For the ride 
should have told her before she passed away 
Something like shonen protag my past was cast away 
Folks I was  around didn’t help with the bed I made 
could have been the death of me 
but the reaper doesn’t come easy 
Flirted with death but she didn’t believe me 
How should the bereaved grieve 
When the ones who birthed you werent there to help you sleep

Hook 
RIP to our kin 
Rocky from the start but you get what you Put In 
Life hit very hard so I’m working in the gym 
Searching for a god just to make some sense of things 
All my life a niggas been told lies 
Guard my heart cuz a niggas got both eyes 
Held my stance she cried cuz she realized 
Now she’s gone 
RIP what could have been 

Verse 2
 Last we spoke , told her not to call again 
Said we don’t connect, no use trying to patch your sins
Last thing that I said 
Thought I had more time 
Fore I could forget 
All her past crimes 
It ain’t easy 
Trying to patch your self without the tools to know what’s missing 
My Mind keeps making moves my body’s too fed up to listen
Always had these problems folks said it was mystic 
They ignored the boy Instead they blamed it on his demons

R.I.P {prod.mxdnight}

Lyrics 
Hook
Cause  I don’t exist 
Fuck it let’s get lit 
I’m no optimist 
But this high is it 
Call the exorcist 
Cuz this shit be spinning heads 
Someone said talking might just get me heard 
But I’ve been a talker all my life 
Mother died in spite 
She couldn’t take how Her son spat in her eyes 
If she saw how My Demons came alive 
All my hero’s fake 
Gonna be my fate 

Verse 1 
Been time since a nigga felt wonder 
Middle Ages how I treat the fucking world now 
Green trees round a nigga now breathe 
Got  h20 for high seas 
I’m on a boat seeking hope in anothers land
If you took these ships  you would see the sands 
The coast where none have the upper hand 
More walls round my fleeting plans 

Empty words but the silence’s stays deafening 
Weapons formed but my pen stays heaven sent 
Not involved with the racket that this pen will get 
All my hero’s died in a way they could all prevent 

Check my malice with Sex 
my silence 
it vents with calmness 
when folks mismanage 
The life of youth 
That’s lost with batches 
of rotten fruit 
Not much love 
when the kid ain’t cute 

Verse 2
Always round the blunt on some thot shit 
Wondering if it’s big enough to get fucked with 
Copped this 
God bud 
Loud enough that’s it’s awkward 
Eyes looking like it needs love 
Got memories I can’t speak off 
So I spliff up Fuck 2019 
Silence when the fat on my elephant sings 
Ain’t been home ain’t missing it 
Bad memories ,skeletons stays chilling there 
Fuck the politics that the fam comes with 
That dumb shit got me emotion impaired 
Or loves rare like Martian hair 

Death came round the fam this year 
No love lost my cross to bear 
Tis the plight but mines been here 
From time, it’s been a turbulent year

Casper The Wandering Ghost{prod.godzay Katana}

Lyrics
Verse 1
Guessing that the boy needs some new shoes 
Pops gave me his to get used to 
Comfy as it was I overgrew those 
I need different kicks for this new road
Something thats fit for this terrain 
Where I’m heading to is a million miles away 
It is clinical that my soles are blister proof 
I’ll be walking through many urban jungles 

Seems like the world might be fucked 
Leaders living up to image that we thought 
How many must die fore they see that we are stuck 
How many must lie, yet the dream is always bought 

Verse 2
Nature nurture spiral it’s all human nature
I don’t trust myself I don’t trust my neighbor  
Bring your own magnums were all getting fucked 
Life is a party you can’t leave and the music sucks 
Cuz death has the worst fucking music choice 
 And Trump needs a new hairstylist 
call that boy Kim Jon he can provide it 
And while overseas can you tell jinping 
To allow Tibet and Hong Kong 
Can’t we get along 
We’ve been writing the same songs for a long time now 
Moving like An island that’s prone to drown
I don’t ride the waves I stay still when the tides change 
It ain’t nothing new 
That’s the cycle but shit 
Since 2012 shits been a fucking spiral 
I saw a ufo this year....
I was high to be fair 

Verse 3 
Trust issues 
Got me making bitch moves 
Bleeding for my cross like apostles 
Ain’t not saints in my dna 
From a long line of missing slaves 
It ain’t hard to see Where I get these scattered thoughts 
Funny how we fight but our dreams are rarely won it’s kinda  bought 

 Verse 4
This party is bulshit 
These niggas are bulshit 
These bitches are bulshit
The drugs are alright 
Fill my fucking pipe up 
Tell me what is venom to a viper
Bitch I’ve been toxic from the get go 
Scars on my skin paint a picture of my rough road 

Bitch I’ve seen shit I can’t let go 
Gotta sell my pain 
Only way niggas gonna care what I say is if i am escorted by some banging 808s
I’ve been shedding pounds while my demons overweight 
Nobody cares about a man till bullets get sprayed

Boys Will Be Boys {prod.dystopolaroidia}

Lyrics
Verse 1
Going off the walls who that boy spitting all this weight 
Spitting all this venoms in my denim I’ll be fucking great 
Be it instrumental accapella I will make it bang 
The top is mighty lonely if your cronies ain’t making bank 
Drinks in the sky for the ones who have died 
I hope they could find peace at the other side 
Meanwhile on our side shits peak plenty ain’t free drugs in abundance empathy’s in scarcity 
No point being mad shits what it is
We’ve known for a while that  the systems rigged 
So you gotta get it how you live 
Never take more than you wish to  give
Paranoid so I’m smoking hella zoots 
Hate to go outside in the city I reside 
Cuz these niggas really don’t have much to loose 
How could they do well if the villages in poor health 

Hook 
Steady cautious 
Steady cautious 
Boy in the corner getting dizzy from the chronic 
Just a loner stoner thats breezing past the fuck it 
Everyday numb, that’s the way a nigga functions 

Verse 2
honour amongst thieves 
If she says leave leave 
No point grieving 
Do the time for the deed
Toxic start toxic end 
Don’t be cheap with your side chicks 
My friend 
As long as you spend 
Like lawn chair niggas will always bend 

I don’t pretend to understand everything around me 
But the shit that I’ve seen before 23 
Got me cautious of humans who knows what niggas are on 
Trying to handle these jabs ln lifes octagon cuz 

Not everyones a fan so my niggas take heed 
Snakes will breed where  they see you succeed 
Niggas ain’t shit bitches ain’t either 
Anyone can talk but not many are leader 
Niggas been waiting on Jesus since Easter 
What does that mean 
I’m the only one that’s  looking out for me

Winnipeg Blues II {prod.Kabi}

Lyrics
Verse 1
Far away from this city and myself 
Ain’t nobody I can trust to lift the veil up 
I’ve been wedded to my demons it was instantaneous 
Like when white men chained us, it was love at first sight, like when lovers do fight 
Shit turned in an instant 
Since an infant I’ve been distant 
Told her I don’t need her permission to fade
Told her I’ll be on my way 
Fake love’s coming as of late  
Looking deep at my conditions getting tired of it face 
But I smile hoping it will go away 
Lost god every time I prayed 
Blame diminishing returns
Every little that he earns 
Gets tossed like confetti to the plug 
Ash tray big as urns 
Rest in peace to my openness 
Bumping sweatshirt living life 
Ain’t accomplished shit 
Days gone by still niggas askwhat time it is
I’m a falling star looking for a wish

Journey Of Alan Strange {prod.ghost Malone}

Nigerian born, England raised and now based in Winnipeg Canada, St. EMs is an alternative rapper/producer who’s music speaks to the plight of young adults dealing with the day to day of life. Using a pallet of hard knocking drums, heavy bass and what can only be described as atmospheric melancholy, St EM’s matches this unique sound pallet with his mix of British/Afro rap style to create an unmistakable atmosphere that pulls you in and guides you through it’s unusual but familiar soundscape.

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