god damn it this aint even my type of song, but listen fucker, i want my feature now. i can learn alot from you fam.

this is still single handedly your greatest song yet. whats your favorite track u made so far fam?

haha 'neat' raps.. we'll go with dope lyrics aight?.. nice instru singy delivery fits..

Mornin Noon and Nite

dont eva look back

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)

Nemesis

Abundance

Bless Ya Life 💜 ft. Jasmine

Close Watch

Willie

In a world that celebrates the finished product but ignores the process, Just Being Honest is the sound of a dream still fighting for air. Recorded without a studio, without a mic, without an engineer—just an iPhone 14, patience, and a relentless will to rise above the noise of delivery trucks, sirens, and the city that never sleeps—this record is more than music. It’s testimony.

From the corners of a shelter to the corners of the internet, I refuse to fold. Every lyric is carved out of struggle, every line is a brick in the foundation I’m building for my family’s future. Nothing I do is a plea for sympathy—it’s a declaration of consistency, self-belief, and the quiet courage to chase greatness with nothing but faith and effort.

Because while some people will sit on the corners asking for change, I’m out here becoming it📲🥷⚡️🍀🗽🌎‼️

Just Being Honest

The Breaking Point

The legend goes like this:

One night, after a long studio session, you’re on the last train back home—half asleep, headphones dead, phone at 1%. The city feels weirdly empty. As the train pulls into a random station, you notice an old, beat-up red mailbox on the platform. No Canada Post logo, just three words spray-painted on the side:

“SEND WHAT YOU CAN’T SAY.”

You get off the train without even knowing why.

The mailbox has no slot for letters, just a cracked phone screen bolted into the metal. When you touch it, your own iMessage drafts pop up—every unsent paragraph, every angry note, every “yo I miss you” you typed and erased. Messages to old friends, to people you lost, to the city itself. Stuff you forgot you ever wrote.

Then the screen glitches.

The drafts start turning into song titles. Your late-night rants become verses. Old voice notes you saved “just in case” become hooks. The phone freezes on one final prompt:

“LAST CHANCE TO SEND: greetings from toronto (unsent)”

You hit cancel.

The station lights flicker. When they come back on, the mailbox is gone. All that’s left is a folder on your phone with rough demos that didn’t exist five minutes ago.

Over the next few months, every time something heavy happens—a fight, a win, a panic attack, a crazy night downtown—a new “unsent” file shows up in that folder. You never remember recording it, but it sounds like you: tired, honest, and way too real. Eventually you realize the album is basically writing itself from everything you’ve lived through in this city.

So you finish it. You polish the drafts, build around them, turn the chaos into tracks… but you leave the title exactly how it showed up the first night:

“greetings from toronto (unsent)”

Moshpit

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

Neat (prod. YungNab)

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