Written, Recorded, Mixed & Mastered Entirely By MEEJ.
Executively Produced By MEEJ.

Co-Producers in order of appearance:
PXR.
SATURNGATES.
CXVI | "116".
SPYDERSOUND.
KC "MXXN" LUNA.
FRANK DUKES.
KYLE STEMBERGER.

Rights To The Sound Of Silence Go To Simon & Garfunkel, As Well As "The Disturbed".

Yet He Is I, I Shall Accept.

STARKILLER. [PROD. MEEJ X PXR X SATURNGATES]

I take a shot from the top of the key.
Might take a trip to Belize.
Ain’t his whip issa lease.
Play me I’m playing for keeps.
I had to dip on her I had to maintain my peace.
I make a beat then I’m tweaking out.
I make a beat then I’m geeking now.
Tell me I don’t need a reason now, he lay on the ground bleeding for treason now.

My new girl move just like Sector 7 wit the way she be keeping these secrets.
I think I’m a vegan the way I be chasing the green and stay clear of the Beef in the streets.
Clutch on my choppa, my heat.
556 with a beam, and I know it’s a blessing for me.

Jeans they too tight.
Diamonds my teeth yeah they bling and bite.
Scream, issa scary sight.
Told her to leave she get one night.
Yeah they tote nines, walk in the club wit a dime yeah she so fine.
She was a hard find.
That don’t mean nothing she call, know I decline.

Decline, I get it Everytime.
So blind, might needa recline.
Sublime, you can’t live this life.
Sublime, you can’t live this life.

Feel like I’m Megatron.
Straight out Kaon, I stay with a cannon like Nick.
Can’t leave the crib without grabbing my blick.
Imma blind man I stay with the stick.
I got the keys I feel like Stevie Wonder.
Or Future, I can’t see you in it.
The same people claiming they broken the same ones that never wanna see you winning.

Talk how I talk.
Get how I live it.
I’m livid.
I’m living it up in Belize.
Black Trackhawk.
Toyota Prius that’s what you be whipping yo friends in at least.
You still in the trap when I made it out.
How can you say you the one living good without me.

Starkiller.

DREAMS OF MY DEATH. [PROD. MEEJ.]
Too many people to please.
Too many reasons to leave.
Too many reasons to kill, Too many reasons you cannot believe.
Too many demons to feed.
Too many families grieve.
Too many years of my greed, I take a stand and turnover new leaves.
Too many wounds that I bleed.
No matter how many times that she tried I’m the only one that she could breed.
From the womb of my mother the ghosts of my kin all my brothers and sisters they scream.
I’m the only one they have, I’m the only one to live and continue the tree.
Everytime I think of death, you see a nightmare to me it’s a wonderful dream.


These thoughts of hell, my mind.
Will I prevail, no time.
Please wish me well, sublime.


I remember back when, I had my hands on the blade put it right to his neck.
I ain’t do it for a check, I was tryna get revenge cuz he ain’t give respect.
He was no more than a boy so was I, I saw the fear that he had in his eyes.
As I look back in hindsight I’ve been in that situation and felt more alive.
That was the only way I got attention.
But I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t just end him.
I threw the knife down on the pavement my mother arrived and I finally understood patience.
Curiosity had turned into hatred. Hatred I left in the past.
That’s why I can’t even care if she getting cold feet and she says that we moving too fast.
I’m not her first or her last.

Dreams Of My Death.

ANAKIN. [PROD. MEEJ.]
Every single song I write it seems like more than me just writing.
Typing away my thoughts and my flaws and all of it blinding I’m flying close to the sun I can run but there’s no use hiding.
Fighting I trade my weapons for knowledge I hope he guides me.
Living in both his image and mine these laws I’m abiding.
Second guessing my talents.
Falling in losing balance.
Take away all my malice. 
I suffer in total silence inside this labyrinth of havoc.
Give me pain just let me have it.

I feel like I’m Anakin.
Mom short on the rent again.
Trapped inside my destiny.
It’s best for me to let you see.
I feel like a mannequin. 
Will I ever stand up on my feet and be a man again.
I’m so sick of opening up but I need to let you in.

I treat my fans just like my enemies and lash out if they copy even one pattern.
Apollo told me chill out it’s too minuscule it don’t matter.
To me it does it’s more than just a beat I want the whole platter.
The life I live has been sort of a joke except with no laughter.
And after the fact I don’t wanna be the one for pity parties.
It’s just that in these beats that inspire them is what really haunts me.
Like how do people relate to a kid sitting in silence crying, confined to a laptop and a hard drive with his parents fighting for hours and hours till he finally gets up to go check it out.
Right after exporting, exploiting his mind and his doubts.
Will I ever see better days.
Will I ever recognize, imitation is praise.
Will I ever realize that right now is a phase, I got a whole life to live and it’ll all be okay.
Will I ever realize that the way I was raised was but a omen of the blessings that God has on the way.


I hate the life I live sometimes I wanna be invisible then stand out.
Outstanding performance for some reason I’m the man now.
Actually no I’m not I’m so sick of giving these handouts.
Sick of going to class with these hidden talents of passions I patented patting my back stabbing dont even say I’m here now.
Like “DJ how it feel now? You moved to Florida I really wish that I could hear about”.
I swear you really don’t lately I’m prone prolly Gon lash out.
Sitting in lunch I look over cafeteria trap house.
Students turned into fiends it’s obscene I’m seen in the background.
Seething, bleeding I’m keeping my head hung low can’t turn back now.
In the bathroom they cheesing and screaming “We gotta fade now.”
I ain’t even debating bout pleasing I just behave now.
Maybe a lot less brave now.
Staring at my reflection depressing depict my thoughts as I wrote this I had a break down.
Thinking how I got chased down by 15 different dudes I’m the loser that they still hate now.
I don’t know why my family keep lying bout how I look good, that’s why I don’t got a date now.
Praying that I grow taller could happen like any day now.
Saying that I’m a baller my father can’t even say that I worked hard enough to see the field.
I probably should just stay down.
Never been good enough I’m too tired to even change that.
Sitting in Sunday service still feeling worthless I’m nervous as I listen to the word and it’s purpose the surface of my pain could prolly go way deeper than the Earth is.

Anakin.

THIS LIFE. [PROD. MEEJ.]

I’m moving weight.
I had to trap out the kitchen been whipping in pots but I don’t need a plate.
I had to find me a reason to live so I took me a flight outta state.
Now I get racks offa rapping I’m spazzing too hard I might buy an estate.



Telling these girls that I love em but I never cuff em don’t go on no dates.
I’m tryna get me a Bentley or maybe Amiri to sag from my waist.
Why you keep laughing I’m outside ya crib I don’t need me a time or a place.
I whip a 4 door just like it’s a 2 door I skirt off I slide and I skate.
I mix the Louis with Bape and I flooded my neck now its prolly Gon drip like a Lake.
I put the reds and the blues on two different sides of my denim I look like a Jake.
Please do not come around toting them weapons lil boy I can tell that they fake.
I wanna see how you look when you faced with a nine or a .45 right at yo face.
I went to Hell & Back and went tit for Tat with the Devil im standing unscathed.
You say you living this life I’m not phased.
They tryna copy I turn em to Paste.
Dipping my chips really at my own Pace.
Might drop a check for her nails and her lace.
Might blow the top yeah the roof of the place.