This was another one-take, so in typical AMATEUR HOUR fashion there is a slip up at the end that is supposed to say "Long is the reach." Sometimes it simply be's like that. Hope you enjoy! Lyrics below.

(prod. by fakePNG aka Spence Mills)

I'd like to pay up the price of fame but each dime I make just
Winds up wastin' my life away 'cause
I buy and take drugs - they're my escape from..
This re-a-lity, see-how-quickly everything can fall apart they keep sayin'
Anything can stall your heart, well these days then
It's better to keep calm and spark, to breathe flames in.
Toke and inhale, smoke tendrils 
that float in the air like rope as he tears
each note in the hope he can go from the bare -
Necessities, won't rest at ease.
'cause he knows in his soul he is blessed to breathe in spoken word.
There is not a thing he wrote in verses he won't prefer
to a breath of fresh air, he lets his chest bear all the weight of his words.
He's met with death's stare and just waved in return.
'til the furnace turned his, lungs to tar from strange clouds.
Come too far to change now, blaze proud - 'cause he must sprew bars to flame out.
Bass loud makes crowds go wild.
Soon to be household around the globe wide, no albums sold but he's bound to blow now it's-

Drip drop, drip drop..
Free fallin' 'til the pit stops. 
Tic toc, tic toc..
Last call and then we switch spots.
Drink it all until we hit rock - 
Bottom of the bottle, bottom of the fifth.
Bottom of the pile in the bottom of the pit. 
Jot another line, 'nother shot, 'nother mix.
I'm underrated, or just faded.
Can't tell the difference and I'm frustrated
I mean fuck sake I'm still stuck waitin' on the world to change.
There ain't enough patience, to sustain this -
Substance abusive arrangement. 
The words that I fake for the sake of my friends, 
Pull me further away from the place that's within.
Brings blurred pages, and slurred statements - I'm blamin' the gin.
But words are like waves in the wake of the pen.
So I surf 'em placated, facin' the wind.
Someday I can say them with sureness 'til then, 

I got fire in my lungs, until they turn to clouds.
Searchin further down, why won't the words come out?

I am just another writer no one's heard about.
Recitin verses out, loud to find the perfect sound. 

I see on phone screens around the nation
Queens at home need the validation
Seems that bros need to bow and scrape just
To keep 'em posing in downward facin.. dog
Oh-my-god what a beast
Off of the leash
I'm a fuckin monster with teeth
Jaws from the sea
In this bitch like balls level deep 
Long is the reach,
No- I will not let her sink claws into me NAH
Hold- the applause from the cheeks
Call the retreat
I'ma break you off and then leave 
Gone with the breeze,
Songs sing "Long live the king!"
Dodgin the cling,
All these pawns wanna pay homage to me HAH

I got fire in my lungs, until they turn to clouds.
Searchin further down, why won't the words come out?

I am just another writer no one's heard about.
Recitin verses out, loud to find the perfect sound. x2

Choose your muse, and do somethin with it.

Follow the Sounding Line

Choose Your Muse (beat by fakePNG)

Just a little intro sort of punch-liney song I wrote a long time ago that was intended for a contest, but I didn't have the confidence at the time to put it out there. Lyrics below!

(prod. by fakePNG aka Spence Mills)
Spoken sample was taken from isweareenglish's Youtube channel.

You kids are right to be shocked, over me revealing a fresh face - just wait.
This shit's surprisingly hot, like Tila Tequila's sex tape. 
He could be the next greatest thing SINCE internet porn.
Gotta get a rep goin and it's off to the races - better yet I'll hop in a spaceship.
Shockin' the game by not refrainin from dropping names I'm a rocket aimed at this Flocka Flamin' fake shit
Pause this and wait a minute, to process, your brain is gettin' lost in the notes and pages of my rhymes.
More bars than Wonka could hope to make in a lifetime.
Put crazy inside 'em I should sew a cape and go fight crime. 
Green pilin' up now, he drives teens wild - got your girl takin off the top like a freestyle.
Meanwhile, bout to hit you up with the bars, no charge, like a free trial.
Rest in peace Michael Clark Duncan I'm start comin up with death sentences - reference: The Green Mile
Ate up all these rappers, now I'm spittin' up bits of chewed plastic.
You can call me Mr. Boombastic. Lit up a few matches, spit fuel on your mattress - 
Sleep on me? I'll laugh while you wither into ashes.
Me? I'm on the fast track to cash stacks,
Givin' all these half-assed rap cats a run for their money.
Like a high school play I'm a class act,
Clearin' out this crap ask my ass crack I'm done with the plumbing. 
I'm an upstart young star, y'all stuck at sub-P.A.R.
Pussy.Ass.Rappers - see 'em peein' when they're sittin'
Speakin' as if they're Scrooge McDuck, leapin' into heaps o' riches.
Keep pretendin' and I'll leave ya like Nyquil to Aquaman..
A thousand leagues below the sea, sleepin with the fishes. 
Now hopefully -we- can get to business. 
So you're soon to be richer than Rockerfeller? 
Droppin' hella Pitch Perfect acapellas on your off-the-record chart toppin' seller?
Just sit sir, and watch a better and thicker new plot develop.
There isn't a profit yet but I have paid every dime I've made every dollar in it. 
And I would gladly pay the price of fame to raise my cost of livin. 
Look at the songs I've written, almost driven - close to the point of exhaustion 'til I'm-
Nauseous, sickened - suffering loss of a vision. 
Toss it into the wind if it is not sufficient to win this contest, look at the artists in it.
But is it an art exhibit or is it just garbage pick-up?
Startin' to get hard to listen with all of this junk yard jargain spittin' discarded written material. Litter and call the shit lyrical? Filth.
All your Oscar the Grouch asses leave your mics in the trash, I *reffuse* to resort to recitin' recycled raps. 
I need to get to the point like I have a heroin fix.
Where will I get when no label will take my terrible shit?
That's why lately I'm feelin restless,
I create and then erase this empty page is what I'm left with.
My brain keeps gettin hazy and it's changing my perspective.
Is it crazy if I may heed tempting cravings for the next hit?
My fear is havin' to start from scratch, I'm serious as a heart attack.
It's steering me to cardiac arrest. It's getting to the point where I can hardly pass a test
Because I'm up late every night - drinkin', partyin', havin' sex
I try to play tunes that'll devastate you. 
Light weight dude with the heavy weight blues. 
I'll pray to whoever they choose. 
If I make news when the record debuts.
Sell our souls - no better way to
Go from Hellbound roads to a Heaven's gate view.
I'm.. Fathom

The Water's Fine (beat by fakePNG)

Would like to add a lot of effects, and another verse to reinforce the message a bit. But I've always liked the long chorus.

instrumental by Pacific

Shadows (prod. Pacific)

I'm sick, so this is just a tester recording to figure out the spacing. Will upload a better one soon when my throat isn't a disaster zone.

I heard about these two stories when I was around 19 years old. Obviously the names have been changed and the story made to fit the song. But it's honestly pitiful how easy it was to find newscaster clips for this. Teach your kids, and keep em safe. We can always do better.

(beat by Veysigz)

If Dean's life is hell, then what should he think
Of things that they tell him death's 'sposed to bring
When the next closest thing is his neck in a rope swing. 
Dean's gone past a busted ego, he's way beyond battered pride
Instead of the places he goes each day he would rather die.
We had a chance to save his life, but just waved as it passed by
All he needed was a friend, a means to leave his past behind.
But instead we're the main offenders,
Afraid and made to pretend that the only way to escape all his pain was to pull the trigger.
Each day he faces down with hands in pockets so he figures-
He'll replace 'em with a glock and nobody will know the difference.
Livin with his aunt, since his dad didn't want a kid
Who was a faggot, queen, or flamer- the names they were callin him.
He said, "Tomorrow ends it all, yeah soon I'll show all of them!"
But when the school doors opened up he just loaded a hollow tip-
Put the barrel to his mouth pulled the trigger and swallowed it. Thinkin-

I could do better.
Shoulda done more with my life,
but I'm too fed up. I'm too fed up.
Everyday's another fight that I lose and I choose death 'cause..
I'm too fed up. I'm too fed up. 

Brooke was just a girl of 12. Beautiful blonde curls.
Who woulda thought she'd hurt herself?
Born into the wrong world, wrong home.
Long story short, nobody for her to tell.
When her mommy heard her yell, 
She'd just lock the door and Brooke was forced to curl into a shell.
Close her eyes and drift away,
This little angel's personal hell and this is just a day.
Just another damn day in the life of a girl with no escape-
It's more than growin pains, but who was she supposed to blame?
You see her daddy was a pedophile, 
Married to a woman who was dead inside- and let it fly.
Every day Brooke wore jeans just to hide the bruises on her legs and thighs. 
No one thought to question why, so wait until she just decides
To look in daddy's desk and find- the Smith & Wessen just in time.
As Dad walks through the door, she points the barrel at his chest and fires.
Mommy's next in line, and Brooke can't help but cry-

I could do better.
Shoulda done more with my life,
but I'm too fed up. I'm too fed up.
Everyday's another fight that I lose and I choose death 'cause..
I'm too fed up. I'm too fed up.

Fed Up (prod. Veysigz) (sad)

Just an easy listening thing thrown together to keep puttin stuff out! Goal is to be consistent. =P Lyrics below

(Instrumental by the thuper thpectacular Thpence Mills aka fakePNG)

(Verse 1):

You say you wanna be me? 
Well c'mere and grab a mirror, leave it strapped to your face
And look me in the eyes,
While I tell you you lack what it takes.
Talkin to myself man, 
Have to keep waitin.
Leave a clean plate, not a scrap can be wasted
Have to be patient. 
So what if every track needs a face lift?
Have to create, then
Relax and sit back, 'til it catches and takes wind. 
Someday when-
I get to the point, that I enjoy the free fall
I'll leap off, need not fear - just keep calm.
Breathe, watch and see my feet drop to the street, soft-ly.
Constantly, work 'round the clock on-key like the minute hand
Pen in hand, hardly - mightier than any sword.
My writing isn't winning wars.
Try 'til I'm getting sore.
"Plenty more where that came from",
Ink, that is. Words? I don't have any stored.
Hit record and say a little prayer, 
to any lord or lady that'll listen when I wish to get a penny for..

(Chorus):

Thoughts and reflections.
Pause and collect them, get them
Out into the world. x2
All your thoughts and reflections.
Do not be selective, get this
Out into the world. x2

(Verse 2):

This isn't the deepest but,
The vision of me I must see
When I'm givin my teeth a brush
Isn't the me that I see
When I'm visitin dreams, I just
Wish I could be him, but the difference between us
Is far too immense, 
And it's hard to admit, but the trip would just leave me lost
In a bottomless trench, too extensive to reach across
In chemistry it's called - 
Entropy, 
The definition seems fittin' hes-
Wishin things played out differently.
Mentally, physically drained now
Weighed down visibly. 
Different breed, roped, kept- chained howlin' endlessly
If you please, go ahead and lay down a list for me
Say it loud, get your piece
Break out the chisels, seems-
Everybody wants to explain how Chris should be, with his


(Chorus)

(This Is Bridge?)
What if you, what if you, what if you, what if you could - change, me?
Would that I could be like other guys up in your day dreams. 

(Verse 3): -Short-
What if you could change me?
Make me into your very own modern day James Dean
Or a young Swayze? Paint me picturesque.
Pick the best parts of me and clip the rest.
It's the best way for me to get a quality assessment. 
I copy the message. 
Maybe stop being stressed when
Making all these corrections.
Play these songs til my breath's spent
Praying y'all will accept them, til then
Take these x4

(Chorus)

Reflections (beat by fakePNG)

Love the synth, had no idea what I was gonna do for the song though. Definitely needs some TLC down the road. Lyrics below!

(Instrumental by fakePNG)

Chorus: 

Runnin around the interwebs, 
Click your pics and send your threats
Unplug now and disconnect, 
Get a grip and live correct.

Verse 1:

Meet me in the metaverse.
He can be a better version of himself there.
Elsewhere, he's in bed immersed.
Dead in person, get a hearse, I-V and feeding tube so he can stay forever perched
(pause)
In vir-tual reality
Hurts to be seen out so he 
works through the screen now.
Hold up- wait. Yep.
This verse is a meme now.
The first to re-tweet proudly
Is sure to appease crowds
Of anonymous nobodies.
Like "God this is so funny
I gotta repost." 
Buddy'll probably blow up takin props for the jokes somebody else told.
Hell no, tell those thieves of HUMOR that
These are not people, no, these are TUMORS!
Speakin in RUMORS,
Preachin TO US,
(random laugh that put me offbeat)
'bout how we should be just to bring the VIEWS UP
(Wait, what am I doin? Whatever.)
Listen to the internet activists, 
Talk about our primitive medicinal practices
Bloggin doctored images of fictional, tragic shit
All in an attempt to get a click on their statuses.
I myself know the method to madness is
To take your ass outside where the smell of the grass exists.
(That sounds like something my Dad would say.)

Chorus

Runnin around the interwebz, 
Click your pics and send your threats
Unplug now and disconnect, 
Get a grip and live correct.


Verse 2:

Dopamine check, one-two hits.
Hopin she checks once you click
On the like button, the subscribe button
You know all the right buttons to provide somethin, 
Euphoric in the veggie state.
Click a few more, then hesitate 
Is it too forward is it desper(8)? (idk)
You don't view porn, you investigate. 
Like true men of science.
Who trend in violence.
World Star or Onlyfans?
Who can decide when 
Girls charge the lonely mans
To get invited
First, card - then holy land.
Two ends divided.
By a - sea of degenerates
Who scream at the internet
All caps at all that's-
Too obscene or belligerent
While being akin to it.
Wish we could bring an end to it.
I don't mean to try and lecture you.
It's just me in my confession booth.
Let me describe hell to you.
8 billion people connected by a web who choose
to argue over sexual preference and live like vegetables
Neglect the people next to you
Stay inside of the nest to view
The beautiful ones, while they live life for the rest of you.



Chorus

Runnin around the interwebz, 
Click your pics and send your threats
Unplug now and disconnect, 
Get a grip and live correct.

Interwebz (beat by fakePNG)

Not sure where all these songs will fall in terms of albums, mixed tapes, EPs, etc. All I know is the juices are flowin atm. Lyrics below!

(Instrumental by fakePNG)


Money. 
Spendin a whole life in chase of the-
Money.
Sittin at home- despite scrapin for-
Money. 
Driven with no time to play 'cause-
Money. Money. Money. Money.
                                       
Money.
When I'm alone I just pray for the-
Money
Friends'll go by, what stays is the-
Money
If I get cold, ignite flames with the-
Money. Money. Money. Moneyx2


Money. Root of all evil.
You of all people, should know
What the kid you once were would say.
Of your decayin
Love for the game. 
It's faded away enough, to get
Traded, replaced wit a
Lust for the paycheck.
Bump or the raise. yes
Stuff that'll say just what you're worth to these oh-so-important
Board members.
Hoardin theirs while makin sure you spend yours.
Quarterly statements, reports, and figures
What can you say, you're a corporate intern.
What once was a flame has conformed to embers.
Roar to whisper. Storm to mist, you're-
Sure that the top is soon to be yours or
Certain the boss'll see you've earned more-
Work for the chance to work to earn more-


Money. 
Spendin a whole life in chase of the-
Money.
Sittin at home, despite scrapin for-
Money. 
Driven with no time to play 'cause-
Money. Money. Money. Money.
                                       
Money.
When I'm alone I just pray for the-
Money
Friends'll go by, what stays is the-
Money
If I get cold, ignite flames with the-
Money. Money. Money. Money

Money.
Spendin a whole life in chase of 
(I)slands, quiet, secluded where time doesn't move, but I do..
I'm through, sittin at home despite scrapin
(Will) my actions compact in the form of cash? When? I'm askin, 
Driven, with no time to play cause
(Not) enough gas exists to match the distance from rappin to gettin' - Money.
When I'm alone I just pray to
(Make), trends that blow minds. Paper chase that ends at the goal line. Fakes or saints-
Friends'll go by, what stays is
(Any) little thing on lone nights, you lie awake, quick to go by - you like to take.
If I get cold, I'll ignite the flames-
If I get cold, ignite flames with-
(Money.) Power.
Funny how the, ones we bow to are: stuffy, dour, ugly cowards
Gunning down from their lovely towers above the crowds but
One clean sound rung from the shouts to, say in clearest terms that we are running out of-
Hills to die on see, will to let bygones be, but plenty of pills to get by ennui, that's French. 
Cheap thrills you use to ply all are weakening.
Need to build some more Pylons please. 
That's a Starcraft reference.
We're not too far from that desperate.
Nearin' Mars, for the next gen
May be smart to invest in- SpaceX spaceships.
Save your bread, your cake, your cheddar, your bacon-


Money. 
Spendin a whole life in chase of the-
Money.
Sittin at home, despite scrapin for-
Money. 
Driven with no time to play 'cause-
Money. Money. Money. Money.
                                                                          
Money.
When I'm alone I just pray for the-
Money
Friends'll go by, what stays is the-
Money
If I get cold, ignite flames with the-
Money. Money. Money. Moneyx2
Money.

Money (beat by fakePNG)

Should have this done in the next day or so. Still working on the 2nd verse and would like to re-record and put more inflection on the chorus and first verse. I'm still really shakey when it comes to singing and projecting. >.< Lyrics below though for what I have so far.

(prod. by Globeats)

Chorus:

I'm in a cage                                                                                
I fear that bein stuck inside might make me change.  
I've been comparing myself to what they create.            
I may keep pace, I may e-scape if I take these chains away..
Away. Away. Ay.

Verse 1:

I'm offended,
By the fact that the climb hasn't ended.
By the fact that I haven't ascended-
To whatever comes after this, I pretend it's
Some kind of a master plan or blueprint like it's 
Matter of fact, my real and true end is - shrouded in mystery. 
You can stand there confounded in disbelief.
Lettin' clouds in the distance bring, some sense of relief.
I see it differently. 
For me it's him in his infinite wisdom - pissin on me.
Sorry. That was a bit more critical than I meant it to be.
When did I get so cynical?
When did my writing get so clinical?
Sentences I just split into syllables 
If it didn't rhyme then into the bin it goes.
Scratchin the itch to flip the script for the art.
Fixin to start, adlibbin bits when it's hard.
To fit in the bars.
If it doesn't bend then I'll rip it apart, or try 'til it breaks.
If I could replace, the passion for this then I could remain.
Happier in a 9 to 5 and I wouldn't stray.
I'd strive to pave, a path for the kids and the wife to take.
I'd try to create, a map for the life that I have craved.
Despite my rage, 
I'm still just a rat inside of a cage.

Chorus

Bet if I died today, they'd say I'm ahead of my time.
Like Big L, wind up dead in my prime
Set in my grind
They're tellin me to try, to keep an open mind.
Hell with that, go for the 9.
Pressed flat, blowin a hole in the side.
Let light shine, hope that it's wide enough.
Hope if I write enough, I'll find my sound.
But I might just fade,
Into obscurity- 
Yearn to be seen and heard.
But the bird that was bringing the word's
Been hurt and needs to be nursed.
Tweet this verse.
Little bit of wisdom, mixed with a lotta bit of insecurity.
It occurs, to me
That I'm different, if I weren't I'd be-
Just another carbon copy of what the kids are into currently.
Chris observes, as the
Trends slip further from reach.
Vision blurring-
This is, sure to be.
A big hit, even if the bars are sloppy 
Inhibitions - Not gonna stop me now.
Negativity's - Not gonna knock me down.
I'm breakin the walls, makin this song to say to y'all 
That when all of it gets too heavy, and you fall to the ground.
Crawling around, driftin, let me offer an out.
Turn it up loud, and listen, just get lost in the sound.

A Song Has No Name (prod. Globeats)

Actually was a bartender for a number of years after the military. Figured drawing a line between making drinks and writing music was a must.

 Lyrics below though, hope you enjoy!

(Produced by YungNab) Man has a ton of cool stuff on his page, be sure to check him out.

Hook:

Hey bartender, give it to me neat.
I can see you back there mixin' it for me.
But I'm easy, and simplicity is sweet.
Hey bartender, this is what I think.
I'm here on a mission and the mission is to drink.
So if you please, give it to me - neat.

I'm a mixologist.
Blendin thoughts and liquor attemptin to make a song that hits.
Only problem is the tolerance most have for intoxicants
Does not exist, enough to stop and listen to complex concoctions.
Their senses are not equipped to handle all of the shots in this strong a mix.
I'm at my wit's end.
Pen and pad drippin,
Havin to listen, same damn jokes
Bad renditions, they can't cope
With lack of vision, lame man goes,
"I'll have a whiskey rocks, 86 the rocks pal"
"Give me your hippest hop, but maybe skip the hop for now."
Just bought a round, wantin another
Bust a bottle out, pausin to wonder
If I brought it down, hard as a mother
Would it knock me out? Probably. Unworth.

Hook

It seems to me that people tend to view, 
Music through the lens of feelings vs. meaning and the trends are proof.
I think I'm through, listenin to you tell me what I need to do.
You need to keep it simple stupid.
Machine-produced, repeatable, cheap tunes are easier to listen to
What is scheming getting you?
Still a mixologist.
Still mixin thoughts and liquor blended into songs to get
A mention? A play?
Attention? Famous?
You oughta stop dependin on tips and graces,
Livin off the "generousness?" of strangers
I am the bartender. Y'all are the patrons.
I'll get you drunk off of all my creations.
To my regulars, I'm grateful to the end.
I can't "fake it 'til I make it" so I made this for my friends.

Neat (prod. YungNab)

This one was uh, different. I'll need to re-record to fix the levels. That 2nd verse really fucked things up with all the S's, even using the de-esser. Lyrics below though!

(produced by YungNab)


Spongebob Sample: 
"With no one around..
This isn't your average everyday darkness.
This is.. advanced darkness."

Started from the top, 
now I'm here in the gutter
with nothin' left but the others
who struggle just to recover from the - highs.
They're lovin' it for the buzz, 
it's enough to lift you above
all these other sticks in the mud and that's - why.
There's a bunch of prescription drugs
In your blood it's pickin' you up
as if nothing's ever enough and now - I
will stay inside today.
Comedown feelin some type of way
I'm afraid,
Despite bein safe.
I'm riddled with the fright, in my hideaway.
Wide awake-
Middle of the night, in a quiet place.
If I could go back I think I would play-
With my friends more. 
When I was a kid, short
Endured divorce.
It sure ripped your family apart.
Mommy wit the knife tryin to stab Dad in the heart.

Grungebob on the hook

Indoors.
Temptation wars, discord rages in your brain.
When it rains, it pours.
Ignore pain just distort days spent in court take this- stress relief.
I think I need a rest, reprieve
A second to breathe
I choose to opt out of the texts received.
You can knock, pound, but I'll never leave.
Desperately, I've been questioning-
If future lockdowns would be a blessin to me.
Glued to lost ground, it's a test of strength. 
Depression keeps, suggestin sleep
So queue the haunted house that's possessin me.
Through the wall sounds of distress would reach.
So mental health is, low on my checklist
Ghosts couldn't care less, think I need an exorcist.


Scarier Grungebob on the hook

What power compels you?
How did it help to breeze past
These last hours in hell?
You showered a spell to scour the smell
You cleaned act, rehab bound to retell.
Stories you've been runnin from.
Before me you have come undone.
Reborn and recovered son.
But remorse seen isn't gonna cut, it.
Proudly you grasp this, 
Round piece of plastic,
Found peace at last 
Allow me to ask if
You might know..
How to relax with-
Out feelin trapped and 
Bound to relapse. When
Doubt leads to caskets-
You replied, "No,
in truth I don't."

Advanced Darkness (prod. YungNab)

Between summer trips, just felt like doin somethin goofy but wanted to keep puttin stuff out. Hope ya enjoy! 

(Instrumental by Ace Ha) Awesome dude based out of LA, check em out on the cloud of sound! https://soundcloud.com/ace-ha

Lyrics?

I may not be the first to come from the ground up,
But I can disperse the words that make you wanna turn the sound up,
My curse to bear, the worst is near, reverse the gear,
Your girl tends to squirt when she gets wound up. 
I'm a did lit tysbexic, get the message? 
Oh you didn't, let me fix it -- my head's sick.
Inattentive is a symptom on my deficit checklist
Amidst a mess of others keep attemptin to guess which. 
I'm just like all men, who are.. highly opinionated,
I think that my shit's the greatest,
and tend to feel vindicated when I put the pen to paper
For a demonstration of a written nature in an
attempt to explain my situation 
What's that IV fo(u)r?! Got me speakin in Roman numerals
I see most of this goin "Whoosh!"
Directly over your noodle. 
I've beaten more than a few of you.
Keepin score at your funerals.
Undefeated so far so gucc.
Like Louis C. - I'll march in the room, start up a tune, or beat 'til it goes hard for you.
Been told, this shit's weak - with no heart.
Bitch please, your flow's a smart shoppin
Handicap cart slow rollin through Walmart 
I'm dishin the heat out to you a la carte, 
One at a time and 
Like 6th street, it's all bars. 
I'm John McClane to you Paul Blarts
Stop the game like false starts.
Pause and save, you don't want
To get sent back to the intro 
This craft is simple, Jack
If it m-m-m-makes you happy. 
You can t-t-t-take the backseat.
You can be D-D-D-Daisy gladly. 
Hope that you're okay with crashing.
I'm feeling cute, may keep rapping - idk. 
Name's Fathom 'cause I contain the capacity
To sway masses, create havoc, to take habits and make addicts
'til the waves crash down on the game like a dame strapped
to the frame of the train tracks like I'm aimin em straight at it. 
And I'm not really one to brag, but I can drink a bunch of Jack.
So I'll keep takin shots, 'til my liver's like a punching bag -- Beat to shit.
Guilty feelin' kicks- in 'til I really need to plead the fifth of Captain Morgan. 
Back and forth swish around in your glass 'til you're practically forced in to the depths, yeah Fathom
Sure went and wrapped up over your head on that note, he's foreskin..
Uhhhhh, idk
Scraps!

Scraps (Explicit)(Freestyle)(prod. Ace Ha)

Song about my constant ups and downs, and how it effects my day to day and making music. Tried to do a verse that could be restructured and given an upbeat tone in the back half with similar scheme. 

Not a huge fan of this new mic I'm using, may be going back to the Yeti to test the differences. We'll see. Hope you enjoy!
Lyrics below.

(prod. by Yung Nab)

(Neutral)
Every day I wake up to the same old shit,
The same old mixed tape, same old pen. 
The same old wish to make a name in show biz. 
With the same notes staining a page with no end.
Listen but don't attempt, d-d-don't attempt this at home kids.
I just hope you get-I just hope you get-
Hope you get the vibe--hope you get the vibe. 
I-I- just hope you get the vibe of my-
Broken record lifestyle. 


Second I wake, I'm agitated.
Pressure to make it gravitated
Wreckin my face, it's packed the nasals
Head with an ache that I'd gladly trade
For death or maybe a nap, I'll make a-
Desperate attempt to caffeinate
The desk I claim as a lab is basic.
Bed that I lay in is flat today-
But sometimes, it's vertical. 
Floor beneath will turn into-
Some kind of whirlpool.
Short sleep could mean your doom.
Madness is a long drop.
From skies of pure blue.
What tortures me would murder you.
Have you blow your top off.
Some minds are convertible.
-----------------------------------------
My mind's variable
Very able, to keep you guessing
Never know what to expect.
From high flying, aerials-
To deep depressions
Never know what you'll get.
Like a box of chocolates.
Gemini born with lots of options.
Tend to write more when my thoughts are darkest
Then the light pours in and stops the process.
This is my story, pause the song quick.
Pause it.


(Happy)
Every day I wake up to the same old shit,
The same old mixed tape, same old pen. 
The same old wish to make a name in show biz. 
With the same notes staining a page with no end.
Listen but don't attempt, d-d-don't attempt this at home kids.
I just hope you get-I just hope you get-
Hope you get the vibe--hope you get the vibe. 
I-I- just hope you get the vibe of my-
Broken record lifestyle. 


Second I wake, I scream "Hurray!"
Dressed and braced to greet the day.
Bed gets made and I see my face
Reflection makes me beam and say-
"Your destiny's achievin greatness"
Breakfast ate, I cleaned my plate.
Head to the desk to meet my fate.
Blessed that I get this beat to play.
But sometimes, with a sunny view
The floor beneath becomes a glue
That's some kind of wonderful.
You're easily stuck to-
Happiness makes all thoughts-
Turn to skies of pure blue.
Before it even occurs to you-
Gladness made you fall off
Some minds are comfortable.
---------------------------------------
My mind's full of poisoned M&Ms
Choices, limitless.
How do I decide which noises are venomous?
Joy mixed in with the void - begin again.
My mind's full of poisoned M&Ms
Choices, limitless
How do I decide which beat to fuck?
My voice is polygamist. 
Normally seen as good to be ill,
But your boy is sick of it.
Dissonance is a part of me.
Listen to a mix of my songs and see,
That Chris is different in all of these.
Dissociative and hard to read.
Know that I spit with honesty
Don't give a shit if you do not believe
I'm focused in on the artistry
Tryin to find my sound, but I lost the beat.


(Sad)
Every day I wake up to the same old shit,
The same old mixed tape, same old pen. 
The same old wish to make a name in show biz. 
With the same notes staining a page with no end.

Broken Record Lifestyle (prod. Yung Nab)

Been awhile, felt like doin somethin goofy. Still workin on the EP but got some side stuff to drop over the next few days. Lyrics below, hope you enjoy!

(prod. by Globeats)
(Image by Christian Dorn from Pixabay)

"Bitch!
Choo know about me?
Too woke to count sheep.
In truth though, 'til views grow, I'm too broke for sound sleep.
You chose to doubt me, so hibernation's likely waitin-
You poked a proud beast.
Highly patient, I've been cravin'
New souls to devour, these-
Snooze tones surround me.
What I create leaves mics ablaze,
I spew smoke to a cloud of Zs...
But this ain't a lullaby, 
Nicknamed "The Other Guy"
'cause I'm the real reason that
Your chick's stayin up at night.
This ain't a Slumber Type Beat,
Got you simps stayin under like,
6 layers of covers trying-
To get safe from someone like me.
A boogeyman.
Don't mind the "rookie" stamp,
So fly, he could be Pan
Y'know, I got the Hook(s) in hand.
Y'all got the spatulas.
Hash Slinging Slashers
Trash singing, mash flinging, lack "scheme-ing" rappers.
Like Japanese you'll have to read it backwards,
To grasp how I've mastered Mein Kraft (My craft),
Like Hitler's mac n' cheese, 
^ Like to have that line back
'cause this is a catastrophe
BUT
We're movin on,
Pretend it's a new song - starting now.
Am I spittin Ambien bars, naaah
You can't be that lethargic, wow.
This jam could spark a crowd,
Unless you're narcoleptic then just plan to be carted out.
Call me the Sandman, comin with that barber sound.
Bit off of the top now,
Bringin you a dream,
Call me after 3?
Then I think I'll let it ring. 
'cause I got your sleep number,
I know where you'll be, when you got somethin I need from ya.
I am the king under, the sheets-
But the thread count better be 300 at least.
I'm like memory foam,
I tend to keep hold, 
Imprinting the mold, 
Of your head, in the bed
Even when you leave home, you're obsessed  
If you're listenin' and sure to nap
Fuck your pillowtop Serta mattress,
I prefer it firmer, flat-
For my back, it hurts to have to carry this rap game in an Ergopack.
Please, I'm filet mignon to you little Gerber mashed peas.
I'm the Cirque Du Soleil Trapeze, 
You got dirt in the scrapes on your bad knees
You fall further from grace, it's your pace - it lacks speed.
I'm a Formula 1 race, to your track meets. 
Now hush little baby, don't say a word
Like bluh blih bluh blayly, bloh blay bluh bluh
I'm just a bit crazy, a bit absurd
Now fuck you, pay me - must Free the Bird.
I'm ashamed of the size of the ring I can buy now,
A Simple Man, but don't turn my Shinedown
I'm way too bright now, for this to be Slept On,
Tempted to put X's on your eyes,
On the day I find you skippin' my best songs.
You can claim you're livin' right, and end up dead wrong...
Now Wake up, Wake up - Before you give up the ghost, and-
Stay up, Stay up, I know that you're prone to doze.
Yeah. Wake up, Wake up - From the melatonin flows, and-
Stay up, Stay up, Before you end up comatoooooose."

Slept On

Slept On Freestyle (prod. Globeats)

More Globeats-inspired writing gettin done whilst sufferin from the block on the EP. Lyrics below, hope you enjoy!

(prod. by Globeats)

Chorus:
I believe
We could all win the race
In spite of these,
Flaws in our nature.
Try to de-fy our cruel design.

Verse 1:
I know what it's like to hunger now,
Too much love for the light to be underground.
I strive for the sights and wonders 'round the world, 
I come from towns.
Where you better memorize the Bible up and down,
Otherwise the righteous snuff you out,
While you're tryin to hide in amongst the crowd. 
Wonder why your mind doesn't function how-
They say it should.
They don't understand "greater good"
They're afraid to look away from a book,
They praised and put faith in.
Mistook- interpetrations of words and phrases.
Turnin' gazes upward in search of the perfect place when it's right beneath 'em.
And I might just be a Christless heathen, but I'ma speak on what I believe in.
I believe in you, I believe in me
I believe that what will be, will be
Death is just a game, it's your destiny to play but you can test the strings of fate if you- just. believe.

Chorus:
I believe,
We could all win the race
In spite of these-
Flaws in our nature.
Try to de-fy our cruel design.

Verse 2:
Sometimes it feels like we've been swallowed up.
And all the love we have to give is not enough
To keep a lot of sunken souls from winding up along the bottom of
This Subnautical hell that men have made, within the waves.
Amidst the graves are pictures painted.
Depictin hate and inflicted pain from Gods above.
We can live afraid, or swim away, to penetrate the surface
Liberate the world with- innovation, courage and the will to face the currents
Riptides and undertows.
This life can be wonderful
But if I give up the ghost
At least I tried to give 'em a show.


Bridge:
Even if it all falls around you, this song will be here to drown to.
Let this serve as an ode to the end, the cold wind blows - you know it's closin in. 
Believe 
Believe, believe, in you..
Believe, in me..


Chorus:
I believe,
We could all win the race
In spite of these-
Flaws in our nature.
Try to de-fy our cruel design.


Verse 3:
I try not to think about my life beyond tomorrow.
'cause the time we're on is borrowed, and it's pricy-
So I've far to go.
But we owe it to ourselves before we fade to black
To pay it back, with interest.
You're the main attraction in this- amusement park.
The roller coaster of life. It's lows, it's highs-
Both are prizes you win. 
So just close your eyes, enjoy the ride, before it grinds
To an end. And know that I'll be tuning in, to you, my friends.

Cruel Design

Cruel Design (prod. Globeats)

I washed my hands though, promise. Lyrics below.


Instrumental - Independent by Globeats


Glo beats make me feel like a space samurai, 
Jacked with the blade at his side. 
Fathom will save the damsel quite
Happy to make the bandit's wives widows.
Practically fade phantom-like.
After, unphased I stand behind the back of a slain random guy.
I am The Pale Man, 
Can't speak I remain pantomime, 
Pass through the gate and you'll find,
That you can take these hands in eyes...
This track'll play and expand the thighs,
Plants me with face crammed inside Anime babes' panty lines...
Don't act like you cannot relate fam, 
They write to try to make you fantasize.
Planning to take advantage by keeping your brain tantalized.
At the stage when the van arrives, you can bet that your man's inside
Ready to bang insane dames that remain a fan of mine.
These chicks 'round, act script-bound, to strip down - before me.
Got y'all in this crowd, with tits out galore the-
Plot armor's thick now, this kid's bound for glory.
And it's bout, to get loud, since Chris found the orgy.
God what a misfit, bet he's (Betty) a crock o' (Crocker) shit
The way he's choppin' it (Bisquick.)
Fake as hell, may as well come clean 'cause they can tell.
It's "All Caps".


Tell me, have you ever heard anybody like me?
NOooOooOooO.
Guess I'll write in "All Caps", and perform with unique-
FlOooOooOooOWS..
Tell me, have you ever heard anybody like me?
NOooOooOooO.
So you'll never see my name right before a "Type Beat"
WhOooOooOooOA.


I'm losin faith in this music made through hallucinations.
It's a rude awakenin, when dilluted waves of noise pollution start playin through the stations.
You start takin-
Ex for enlightenment, so your Sex is on Fire 'til your- next dose of Vicodin. 
Then you go numb. Stop, drop, and roll.
Stop writin' to Drop acid and Roll blunts.
He's on goody goody gum Drops,
If he could he would come to a Stop,
But he's on a Roll.
So he's gotta go-
Back to the drawing board, jottin' notes.
He don't need no education, he don't need no thought control.
He's a "loco"motive Crazy Train in motion on the road to show biz, right?
We're literally born to be outside the "box" 
Yet you'll color in lines 'til you're outlined in chalk. 
Profound minds get knocked, or bound by the cross. 
My sorrows are dryin' up so I drown mine in sauce.
I don't actually do this stuff,
I don't know what I'm rappin' 'bout.
But the truth don't attract a crowd,
So what else can I "cap" about?



Tell me, have you ever heard anybody like me?
NOooOooOooO.
Guess I'll write in "All Caps", and perform with unique-
FlOooOooOooOWS..
Tell me, have you ever heard anybody like me?
NOooOooOooO.
So you'll never see my name right before a "Type Beat"
WhOooOooOooOA.



Had to write in All Caps, try to CAPitalize-
On the fact that you like, your rap with the spice.
Like CAPtain Morgan or CAPsaicin. 
His craft might, exceed CAPacity, CAPsize..
I've packed my brain full, 
Opposite of CAPacious, yeah, I'm lackin space
Need my CAPpucino, let me caffeinate
Be more like DiCAPrio, CAPtivatin' - actin' great.
Goin after babes like half my age.
I CAPitulate, have to play with a handiCAP when featuring on tracks for pay.
And still get ahead (a head), I deCAPitate. 
What a mess I made.
While tryna paint a picture with a CAPtion that's CAPable of CAPturing all my esCAPades.
How do you measure greatness? Look at this graph, see-
You could CAP my knees and still be short a (o') foot, like some CAPris.
My vernacular is vascular, I got words in my CAPillaries, CAPisce?



This made sense, you liked this. x6 (Fade Out)

All Caps

All Caps (prod. Globeats)

Have a handful of tracks to lay down at the moment but having some serious technical difficulties on my end. When I get this stuff figured out I'll be back to dropping stuff consistently. 'til then, hope you enjoy! Lyrics below.

(Instrumental by the Italian Stallion a.k.a. Globeats)

Verse 1:

I match characteristics with missing persons.
Attached staring endlessly at pixels, worthless.
I'm introverted,
With no definitive purpose, 
I tend to get nervous
In crowds, when loud, or my rhythm's disturbed just
Leave me be!
I'm sinking deep in reflection
Thinking these, self-directed expressions
Bring me peace,
I need these drinks,
When I'm stressin.
Own mind, locked inside this room with me-
Oh my,
I'm losing control trying-
To stop my thoughts from ruining whole vibes,
Watching opportunities go by 
Choose to be home nights.
Refusin to cope,
I know time won't grind to a halt for me-
Yet I continue to slow my roll,
Don't row my boat,
With woes like holes I hope I-


Chorus:

Float..
Drifting down the river 
I'm skippin out on adventures
Too busy countin' the missed turns
Float..
Lazily, I've embraced the stream as my home.
So aimlessly, on a wayward breeze-
I, Float..
Float.. Float.
Float.


Verse 2:

Why am I like this? 
Tryin to fight this, 
Desire to hide inside of my eyelids. 
I'm blind to the miles behind and the signs missed,
The right wind might just guide friends 
To this island - I am distancing on.
I wish I could live more comfortably in my skin but it fits me wrong.
I'm witnessing all the glimpses,
Attemptin' to blend with the wall
I'm tempted to fall in the pit at the bottom of a bottle,
Shit, when the liquor's involved I'm different y'all.
Inhibitions dissolve. 
I'm fixin' to crawl, no- walk, no- jog, no- sprint 'til I'm liftin off. 
It always ends with me sprawled and the memories gone. 
I'm quick to withraw and return to the introvert


Chorus:

I, Float..
Drifting down the river 
I'm skippin out on adventures
Too busy countin' the missed turns
Float..
Lazily, I've embraced the stream as my home.
So aimlessly, on a wayward breeze-
I, Float..
Float.. Float.
Float. Float.

Float

Float (prod. Globeats)

Song for muh beautiful wife of going on 5 years. Love you baby. Still dealing with weird compression issues in Audacity but, these finished songs burnin holes in my notepad. Lyrics below!

(Instrumental by Globeats)

She brings out the best in me,
Just to think about her is its' own form of stress relief.
Heart within my chest's asleep.
Locked away it rests beneath the mark, a painted X
I keep it guarded, safe, protect my sleeve. 
'til this treasure seeker came along and taught me how to Let It Be.
Whispered words of wisdom,
Said "there's better things awaitin' on the other side of hesitancy"
She thought that I was clever, sweet.
Said that she, loved me way too early-
Or so I was led to believe.
Opinion formed by what some others think.
Been told that wine is better if you let it breathe.
But this was potent right from the start,
Right from the outset it seems
I rolled the dice and 7s keep, 
Comin up whenever I wake up with her next to me.
We simply go together, yeah, she's like my missin Tetris piece.
I hope that my composing this melody,
Will show her why she's everything.
To me.


How can I find the words to make you see
That to me, you're everything.
My everything.
Us against the world, and babe I'd gladly make
That trade 'cause - you're everything.
My everything.


Name a better duo.
I'll wait but know that you won't,
Be able to 'cause you don't
Know anyone quite like us.
I might just, 
Paint or learn to sculpt.
A life-sized bust, of you..
Like a star you are the girl that's been admired from afar,
Throughout your life you were the light that was the brightest of them all.
Some sought a knight in shining armor that would fight whenever called.
You thought that all the men who walked along should stop to write a song,
So I did, 'cause-
I love to make you happy
Love your sense of style, 
Love the way you laugh,
Love it when you smile,
Know that if I had to I would walk 500 miles,
Just to be the man you love
Keep you standin up, when-
The, world tries to knock you down.
From, the first time that I saw you- bound to be
The girl I'm writin' songs for now,
But, how can I-


How can I find the words to make you see
That to me, you're everything.
My everything.
Us against the world, and babe I'd gladly make
That trade 'cause - you're everything.
My everything. 


With what's left of this now blessed life I live,
I'll strive to give- you everything.
Everything.

Everything

Everything (prod. Globeats)

Best to just leave these sorts of people in the past where they belong. Always a privilege working with Mak D Prophit tho, make sure you check out his stuff if you haven't! https://soundcloud.com/daprophit
Lyrics below as always. 

(prod. by Glo Beats)

Chorus:


(Backstabbers.)
What if I told you,
(Backstabbers.)
Friends can turn close to,
(Backstabbers.)
You better look, out
Look out behind you.

For-
(Backstabbers.)
They'll tell you one thing,
(Backstabbers.)
Before becoming, 
(Backstabbers.)
You better look, out.
Look out behind you.

Verse 1: 

Everybody wanna hop in the circle, 
Nope- I'm cautious, 
I watch every person that I tend to talk with. 
I watch every step that they take when they walk and-
I watch how they pace back and forth.
I've seen this before, 
It's like deja vu but the meaning seems more. 
This feels like a chore,
Protecting myself- I don't need any new friends, 
I've been fine by myself.
Seems pretty standard, everyone comes with a blade nowadays. 
Gotta look both ways when crossin' the street, even down a one-way.
It's a real shame how this this road got paved. 
Some people ain't got no empathy, 
There's some people I wish never met me. 
Some people out here just straight trash,
And when you see that truth, that bag looks hefty. 
Everybody got three faces-
The one that we show the world,
The one that we show our friends, and
The one that we stare at in the mirror naked.
So that's how I know you fakin'
'cause we ain't homies, and you're not here to blow me
So leave me by my lonely, wanna stab me in the back? Just clone me. 
It's the only chance you're gonna get, 
If you fuck around, better bring a vest. 
If you fuck around, better kill me dead.
If you duck a round, man- consider me impressed. 
If the shooter couldn't do it, then I guess I'm comin' next.
Try to stab me in the back? Then I'm comin' for that neck.

(Backstabbers.)
What if I told you,
(Backstabbers.)
Friends can turn close to,
(Backstabbers.)
You better look, out
Look out behind you.

For-
(Backstabbers.)
They'll tell you one thing,
(Backstabbers.)
Before becoming, 
(Backstabbers.)
You better look, out.
Look out behind you.


Verse 2: (Fathom)

Fear, stress, guns, all that'll add to the
Tears, sweat, blood - lot of the latter.
My peers, crept, up - drawn to the back
When they hear of, check, stubs - with dollars attached
I'm gone in a flash, not gettin stabbed, I am soft as a pack of Charmin and
I'm not a good actor, promise you that. 
I'm hard where it matters, I'm bomb in the sack
I'm all for the cap, on with the mask-
When I start gettin stacks
I'm rockin' the glasses 
On the back of my head so y'all think that's where my ocular's at. 
Once I've copped me the bag, probably adapt
I'ma try to stop being crass, speak proper, in fact-
Excuse me sir, but it seems you've mis-placed, this blade-
In my ribcage, it may- have been a mis-take, 
But when pray - tell will it be removed?
Simply won't do to be seen with you,
Gripping this hilt that you're clinging to, 
If it pleases you, by all means then, quickly, bring me to-
(A state of) Near-death, run - they'll follow my tracks, with a-
Clear ob-ses-sion, then carve me to scraps when they
Pierce, flesh, lungs - sharp are the daggers of the-

Backstabbers.
What if I told you,
Backstabbers.
Friends can turn close to,
Backstabbers.
You better look, out
Look out behind you.

For-
(Backstabbers.)
They'll tell you one thing,
(Backstabbers.)
Before becoming, 
(Backstabbers.)
You better look, out.
Look out behind you.

Backstabbers

Backstabbers ft. Mak D Prophit (prod. Glo Beats)

More collabage with Mak D Prophit, pleasure as always sir! 

(Instrumental by Anabolic Beatz)

(Mak D Prophit)

This life is full of misdirection, making sure you never see the strings 
connected. 
Everybody on the celly disconnected. 
Everybody on the telly tryna spout a message. 
I heard that all your money in the bank couldn't buy your way to heaven. 
I learned all the times I wasn't mentioned it was jealousy,
So I take pride in all the times that they ain't fucking mentioned me. 
They say that pride the devil I'm on levels way ahead of me. 
If you dont feel the same its probably 'cause you sleepin' on that Ketamine.
I be on a different pedigree, no German Shepherd.
I be last to class still ace my test while I sleep through lectures. 
All you cats distracted with your red dots while the camera rolling,
So lost in all the "tiks" that you can't even "tok" a moment.   
How the fuck you got a million views but your view's lackin' focus?
How you out here influencing when you're only fluent in being hopeless?
How the fuck you make a million dollars doing dances when we still got vets that homeless?
This whole system broken,  
We Distracted by the nonsense, we got idiots in office. 
Who have been there for decades and have yet to see a coffin. 
Hidden agendas, lets line the street with protesters.
Lets let the idea of division plant the seed 'til it festers
Into the concrete, we Distracted that meaning beyond deep. 
I got a Techinque thats Immortal, I brought a bomb speech. 
I got a feeling they tryna blind us, paparazzi
We Distracted by flashing lights 'til we kamakaze

Interlude:

"See, that's the fucking problem nowadays, you got a fucking super computer in your hand and still cant figure out.. 
No Christopher, I'm fuckin' tired of this shit. 
Everybody with a thousand followers thinks their the next Angelina Jolie or Ben Afleck and cant even change a tire or hard boil a goddamn egg. 
This is our future? Fuck outta here."


*Message Deleted*


Hook:

F&M: "Got a lot to say, but not much time."
F: Before I get a bit Distracted.
F&M: "Got a lot to do, but all my mind-"
F: Wants to do is kick back with-
F&M: "Oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh, no."
F: A little stimulation if-
F&M: "Oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh, no."
F: This is entertainment then-

(Fathom)

I'm hopin for the Apocalypse,
Control of our innermost thoughts is given to phones and sent to an audience.
To scroll through, sit in the comments 
Vitriol and limited common sense
Echo- and get a bit toxic.
Let go- there's no winnin' the argument.
Now I'm throwin it back to when mobs of kids, in Washington-
Were talkin' about how colleges were profitin' from knowledge
By more than the ones who bought it did. 
Occupy- that scene, lacked steam, those addy-crack fiends couldn't keep from crash-ing!
Watch hackneyed skits through cracked screen attempt to catch me.
In a loop
Sharin' memes in the booth like I'm not charged by the hour.
Our time is now but-
Might as well fuck around while far from findin' out like-
Pro(fessional)crastinators.
No-stress masturbators.
Digital cat chasers, 
Dussy stacks paper from the would-be back-breakers.
Pushing mad (Skrilla Wafers? idk) skrill away for a cookie that's famous.
Low-T Lads makin cash payments,
Matchmakin apps creatin Chads that stay
Detached from attachments.
Catfish adapts to be the average,
Fab filters maskin what is lackin.
It distracts from the fact that-
Nobody's comfortable (in their own skin)
Everybody wants to show (that they're broken)
But- no one's smart enough to know (where that road ends)
Tik Tok therapy? Quick to see domes split. I've-


Hook


Outerlude?:

"Get with the tiiiiiimes Calvin, don't you just looooove seeing people's expressionless reactions 
to lip sync'd videos of other videos made by some pseudo-celebrity?
C'mon man. 
All these get-rich-quick schemes are really bringing out people's lack of creativity so we don't have to feel so alone
in a time where everything's already been done.
I'm here for it."

Mak D Prophit - Distracted ft. Fathom (prod. Anabolic Beatz)

Heeeey It's-a-me! Goofy track I've had layin around while workin on the album. (Which should be done soon). Had a hard time gettin the vocals to sit in this one with how deceptively loud the instrumental was, but someday I'll learn wtf I'm doin. Lyrics below!

(Instrumental by Yung Nab)

Ope, sorry.
'scusi, pardon me - so slow. Uhhh-
Don't prod me,
No toques al oso.
I'm go-karting,
So Mario, so Toad.
A 'shroom head. Young body, with old soul.
I'm truly blessed, and too invested to lose, pressin-
Pedal through the metal- cruise ahead yellin' "Who's next?"
I'm slow starting, so strong at the close though.
Kissed the stone at Blarney, to go- Super Star/Bolt mode.
In my zone charging, Moses parting the road, no-
Sense bogarting, no army can hold Ghosts
Ignorin' all these, foes guarding the goal posts.
Goin top speed, no one can stop me,
Now cockily drop 3 spots deep, watch me- knock Peach (down) x4.
Gettin' gawked, speakin' in thoughts/thots deep.
These Bob-bombs featurin' off-beat,
These opps need 'em a strong lead,
Like they brought cleats to the Rocket League.

Ope, sorry.
'scusi, pardon, don't mind me.
Behind please, I've tried politely, now-
Out of my way.
Get out of my way.

Ope, sorry.
Hey sir, let me squeeze past ya.
Race? Sure, we'll just see who's faster.
Takin' turns like I'm Nesejapa
Pace turnin my speech backwards.
Like- If first you ain't, then last you will be.
Burst through the gate, rode laps to the brink.
Wrote words to the page with no gaps in to think-
What a person with a name like Fathom, would be.
I observe, relate, mix that with a drink.
Reguritate it back in a scheme.
Got burnt, took a break, now back in the seat.
Uncertain and safe makes bad listening.
So I'm swervin' through lanes of traffic to see
If my nerves can take what the passion will bring.
Got-
Goombas movin in soon as I'm due for a tune-up.
Koopa Troopa crewman fuelin' the coupe up.
New pen's juicin, too slick- usin' a Blooper.
Zoomin through squids to win music's new Cup.
Hey, it's a-me!
Little moustached man may win the prix.
In one lap can claim victory.
Little "one-track Stans" ain't it for me.
To become rap's champ takes different breed.
Get above that banana, drift between-
All the mud paths and- stay Mr. Clean.

Ope, sorry.
'scusi, pardon, don't mind me.
Behind please, I've tried politely, now-
Out of my way.
Get out of my way.

Ope (prod. Yung Nab)

Recording for this got bricked, but I put a lot of work into it considering this sort of thing isn't normally in my wheelhouse. Couldn't stand to let it sit in a folder anymore. Decided it's going to be a bonus track in my upcoming storytelling album, so I'll be fixin it up and taking it to the stu at some point. Lyrics below!

(Instrumental by Wyshmaster)

My songs are meant to speak to the populace.
Not the ones who flock, little sheep will get lost in this. 
Not the ones too soft to dig deep in their consciousness.
And not to be involved in your meaningingless politics.
This one's for the trend setters,
Quick with the wit, clever-
Equivalence will never,
Exist, in a sense, just cause-
Different IS better.
And if it offends, tell 'em 
To sit, spin, or get FUCKED... 'cause-


I MARCH to the beat of my own drum, 
Though it might be SMART to concede, I'ma go dumb.
They say I should FOLLow the lead of the chosen
I'd prefer to STARVE than to eat off of those bums.

I- MARCH to the beat of my own drum.
I'm not only ROCKin but sinkin the boat 'cause-
I know lots of SHARKS that would feast on the bones of
All these so-called ARTists that think they can walk on water.


Left, your left, your left right left.
Lefty righty lo. Don't press me inside a mold.
These steps are mine alone.
It's best to find your own guide.
I am not your Sherpa.
I am climbing further.
I am not concerned with you dyin' of hypothermia.
For a while now sat idly by, a quiet observer.
Tryin to learn enough to survive at the heights where the ice will burn ya.
Pathfinder. Lab-grinder.
Standin' in base camp, strapped with a packed binder. 
Mad-eyein the, max height to-
Plant and make stand a flag for the past-timers.
They say at any point you're just one jam away.
So I make 'em different knowing it ups chances, pray
If I play these little shows, then some fans will stray
From the industry to join my one man parade.



I MARCH to the beat of my own drum, 
Though it might be SMART to concede, I'ma go dumb.
They say I should FOLLow the lead of the chosen
I'd prefer to STARVE than to eat off of those bums.

I- MARCH to the beat of my own drum.
I'm not only ROCKin but sinkin the boat 'cause-
I know lots of SHARKS that would feast on the bones of
All these so-called ARTists that think they can walk on water.


Up in the morning with the rising sun. 
No more losin' sleep over when my time will come.
Won't be stuck in the former, what's behind is done.
Gotta move feet forward 'cause my prime's in front.
I'm not changing, I'm evolving.
I'm embracing, a higher calling.
Not replacing, I'm involving.
I'm awaking, to find it's all me.
Beatin the drum, knee-deep in the mud, I'm speakin' it from experience.
Concede when it's tough, and sink in the muck, can't breathe- get above the fear.
I hope to bring some clearness. I spoke into the mirror just, 
To show you that appearances, deceive when it comes to hearin'
Sound the alarm, we'll shout from upon the mountain to all the haters.
We found them along the ground as we marched to the pounding of our cadence.
I'm a man of many faces, and none of them fugaze it's
Expression at it's basis, impressionistic shades.
But it would be kinda foolish to say that I'm not influenced.
I take different parts of music that played before my conscious grew. (all the way)
Blend it all in the stew/stu, and taste for what's not included.
Some traces of rock and blues, mix a faint hint of bars into it.
It's not enough to be an innovator when it comes, 
(To art) You're struggling to make a main dish, outta crumbs.
A lot of pieces taken from the plates of veterans.
But the product must be equal to or greater than the sum.

My Own Drum (prod. Wyshmaster)

I know it's been awhile, but I hope everyone is living well. New album titled Scorched Earth is still in the recording phase sadly. (Gettin over the Covid). Have been doing a few collaborations on the side though, and this is one I had the pleasure of working on with Delux Of The Lakes. Lyrics below for anyone who likes to follow along, though I may have messed some of his up. Mb!

(instrumental by Broke Boi)

Lux:

Okay I moved out, then I went back to my mom's spot
She got me hot as hell, so I'm cookin like crock pots
And I might as well get to lookin for a fuckin reason to, 
Get my demons out,
Shit ain't easy but I guess it goes how it goes
I never was Honor Roll, 
But now I'm on a roll like boulders and that's how I know
That I'm destined for greatness, 
Testin my patience, except when I'm pacin
I got motivation, know everything overrated 
I got no replacements for friends who I low-key hated.
I'm with my Doberman, who only know the basics
I see through n***as skin, like it's transparent
I don't know where to begin, but hug my damn parent
And I love my kin, like I'm very transparent
With carrots and diamonds, paraphrasing with perfect timing.
And it's back to the lab again, yearning to be better than average. 
Learning for myself and inhabitants,
And this battle is draining me, have to be crazy to handle it. 
These n***as are so scandalous 'cuz I'm lit like a candle, bitch.

Bridge:

I'm searchin- for the Vent, for the Vent.
Writin' the pain away, hurts to admit.
My life is a paper plane, words to be sent.
But society makes the page earn every inch.

Hook:

"Man be tough.
Man be thick-skinned.
Man keep quiet while bein ready to listen. 
Man give me your undivided attention."
Man. Needs. Vent.

Fathom:

When I'm all alone, I jam in my room.
Plan for my mood.
Nowhere called home, I abandoned my roots.
Fam and I moved a lot.
Different schools, same rules - I thought,
To try and go out like the samurai do, 
One too many times, now the man who cried wolf
I'm damned if I do, 
I'm damned if I don't.
Should I stand on my stool when they hand me my rope? 
I'm fragile. Guess it comes with this.
Never had style, or a ton of friends.
I- Never had a smile I was comfortable with.
I- Deaded the past life, still struggling since. 
I've put a lot of labels on, see-
Lost count of the names they've called me.
Knocked down, guardian angel hauled me up
Sayin, to-
Take, your medicine sir. 
Stay, ahead of the curve. 
Fate, is never reserved.
Greatness, better be earned.
Payin for pleasure is worthless.
Pain has better returns, on investment.
If you place a bet on your words then the message, 
Better be heard. 
Relatable, clever, observant- 
Perspective, 
Can make a fella be sure of what he says when-
The stakes are Heaven and Earth.
The stage is set and it's perfect,
Shades of red are the curtains,
Satan left obscured when, 
Names get lettered in cursive.
Fame's a debt they're sure - to collect and-
You know the rest.

Bridge/Hook

Lux 2:

I be ventin' to myself on this jawn.
Pretendin' that pretentious me was sent to beyond,
But the sentence keeps extending- 
I said I wouldn't be long.
Your attention is your discretion, so it's in a song. 
Yeah, just to keep the appeal.
I'm speakin' that fecal, you talkin' it's just a spiel.
I believe that we equal, though I'm the one keepin' it real.
When I talk to some people, they really don't know the deal.
The Dealio!
Broke people happy? That's some Cheerios.
So I'ma put these zeros in my casket like it's cereal.
My heart is colder than Minnesota-
My starter bar is not to my quota.
As I get older, I'm not impressed-
With flowed out sustenance like a soda. 
I got the zest, even though I know some cold shoulders
Who know the best, for me, as I get old-
It ain't no Sesame in these streets, right down the road.

Solace ft. Delux Of The Lakes (prod. BrokeBoi)

New baby has slowed the music down recently. Got a lot in the works though!

I genuinely dislike social media, if you're interested in features/collab stuff just shoot me a DM on here or check the email. I'm still new to this, so hmu and we can learn together.

For serious inquiries, email at: fathomwastakenbysomeshmuck@gmail.com

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