Florabiks

psychedelic old school funky ass rap wordplay extravaganza 

Deelso

oldschool reggae mixed with weird other things and modern techytech

Regaboje

Tape

Flash Photo Glamour Pool

All At Once (Enter Cave)

Stuck in a haunted time machine. Victorian alien abduction.

Thosewold

oldie but goodie! song from like 8 years ago, tribute to Star Wars.

Crazier

Wobble Wars

Bitch, just another word used to demean.
Bitch talkin it up scripting all of the scenes.
Bitch I had to check the numbers they stuck in between
a situation like some shit in a pile of leaves.
Discrimination against a bitch with the right to concede.
Discrimination against a kid with some ice in their lean.
Distinguish hatin from a bitch with a trick up their sleeve.
Finish the game and watch a bitch skip the handshake and leave.

How many fools cast they stoned ass?
How rules break and shatter the blown glass?
How many?
You been banking on the stakin out a motherfucker
waitin on the moneyorder just about to
Flip all the tables cos I want to reset em.
Not on a trip, just an observation, never forget em.
As long as a sit on the throne you built yourself in the stead of a bitch
Prayin for the fall, that's passive aggressive.

We all insecure sometimes. Own it.

Blinkfoot

Dry song about gun slingin and sword fightin. Jutsu.


I wrote it on drums.

Sazanami Quick

i actually made this a while ago and decided to upload it today randomly. weird because of that really huge tornado that just happened. so weird the way things weave

Accepting A Storm

Hydraupolis

the beginning of the Blue Capsule Journey. sets into the water, and the power of the ocean is mindboggling as if it were a psychedelic experience. causes persistent questioning of reality.

LYRICS:
The pale lights see.
My open cave, say it softly.
I dripped all into an offbeat.
My friend and I spoke until I saw the conversation peace.

Should I be alarmed?
Should I be like I do?
I can’t put feelings into words.

Should I feel alarmed?
Should I be like I do?
I can’t put me into the name I heard.

Am I the name I’m always hearing,
Or am I just the eyes I’m steering?

Am I endless breathing.

Time 
Is only for us. I threw my clock away and swore off boredom.
Only if my mind went out of it’s way to let me know.

Could we slow down?
Rest our heads from the taking.
I can’t control my senses.
Relax, so you can live in the world.

Bugzapper

submarine hovers along and soon encounters some whales which substitute old wisdom that we all already have. we just need to become aware of it. as it seems our purpose of life is to do so.

LYRICS:
I want to wash over everyone who doesn’t know that we’re together here.
I want to shed light on all our wisdom. It’s so eerily clear to me how
We’re all just smart. We can all make sense. We can all make ourselves.
We can all sing. We can all jump around. Do that thing.
Only if you’ll let you.
I will only let you.

I guess I should have said it straight at the time.
But I got over it so you get over it, I don’t believe that you won’t get over it.
Now I know the only things I see are mine.
And they’re yours also, these things just have to go. I don’t believe you’ll miss them anyway.
I’m all the time.
And I’d like to keep it as such, don’t come bother me, I’m only learning here about eternity.

Is it knowledge that scares you?

I want to wash over everyone who doesn’t know that we’re together here.
I want to shed light on all of our wisdom. It’s so eerily clear to me how
We’re all just smart. We can all make sense. We can all make ourselves.
We can all sing. We can all jump around.

Whales

submarine takes a break up to the surface and the crew explores the nearby desert island in a delirious thirst. sea-winds are everywhere.

Sundialed

the crew needs to fix up the submarine before heading back into the deep, so they need to fiddle with levers, pushing and pulling in the furnace heat to make sure everything is in perfect condition to set off once again.

Flounder (Submarine Gaskets)

getting deeper into the ocean, in a reef, and trying to identify one's self amidst all the fish/culture that seems so foreign yet so grounded and a part of the grand scheme of things. 

LYRICS:
To do a lot. So to speak of what we’re always trying.
I’ve been carrying around this what to do?
As if it’s life we’re buying.
I can’t hear already, but it’s still all sound.
At a time what boots thought off, is just feeling what’s all around.

I’ll stay.
Or is there something wrong?
The light’s out.
We’ll need to swim from now on.

The bitter maze? It’s not bitter though.
I feel like it’s a good one.
“You think too much.” I don’t think so,
It’s not become a crutch.

I gotta have. Or do I gotta?
I need only a few things.
But I like being comfortable in colors on shirts, and everything,
But I know it’s not a pain,
For me or for our eyes,
So I will do it with them open.
Cos it’s good that’s surely why.

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