(instrumental by Yung Kartz)
Here are the lyrics:

I'm at a damn slaughter scene tryin to leave silently
Flickering kitchen lights, seems like it might just be
Slide the window and flee like a stray cat finding a place to hide- in the streets
It was so easy to leave, almost feels like I'm just bein asleep
Then I awake from my dreamin, and when my sight heightens, I see it
The kinda life I have to be in
Which is why I wish to sleep in
Keeping in the rhythm is so difficult, even three seconds into the flow- steer of the road-

Damnit!

 I missed an o
I missed a note? Well I still can go
Hit so cold the whole hip hop froze
Spit a low blow, you're lip's corroded
Gold spirit, I go ghost, go hit up your old
I'll always be solo, don't get it twisted

I dislocate yo waist
Don't make the same mistake
Straight face like poker, been an ace, I'm potent in the game
I'm choking your homie solely because I'm in rage
Your throat is all I break
This bloke is gon make me throw up some weight
The most I can say is:
"Oh I might make it"
Joke is that I maybe won't but it's okay 
Cause know it's not what I may have hoped in coming days
Hoped in what way? 
Slowly going insane
I told em I aim at only the fakest or I just take a toast for the greatest 
For sugarhill gang for their creation

In the middle of all this, been a bit sinister
All lyricists spitting but they never get anything
Like playing with riddles, it's plain and simple
Just think a little
Like with a plane, be level
Elevators rigid with some danger in it
I'm never taking second, you better brace for this, sooner or later
I'll be the only thing you'll ever embrace

I'm the guy you've never mentioned
I never fight for attention
First time I was listened to, I just tried to hide the issue as if like that is an excuse
That line doesn't mean anything I say isn't true
Let me say this to you
Power is something everyone will misuse
Once you get it, a few screws are loose
Thousand marbles lost and two fuses blew

Wait- Who am I? 
It feels cool inside of this room that I'm in
But there's too much light in this movie I'm in (I'm almost awake)
Two stools and eyelids, my mood is rising to the moon, it's flying
Like shoes and bikes, too huge or high
New news: a tyrant now rules my mind

How do I lie?
Well I do not lie
Spit truth to lives
They threw me aside
But my O2's nineteen-
thousand cubic miles
Into the spiderverse
Woo!- I'm tired, I scrutinize for snooze alarm
Is it noon or light?
This is the few times I view a sight in a dream, I finally could do it right

Single digits, all I ever see
Double impossible even when I blink
Triple? You're tripping like you been asleep
Quadruple? The Boolean is telling me
Quintuple is a king-sized negative
Sextuple or dyo fores treis
Septuple, meaning seven days of the week
Octuple, 808, that's all I can think
Nonuple, nonuseful, that's what I feel
Decuple, text books are for the skilled

Independence is all I am recommendin
Omnitrix from the show Ben 10
Past tense, futuristic, cuban missile
The latter, fewer deaths than U.S  Civil war
Due to it, I'm lootin Tesco

Overclockin the syllables, you never wanna be 'petin
Similar to poppin a wheelie, the level's gonna be risen
I'ma be honest, this thing is just tethered thoughts and feelings
It is uncommon, visions not really often
Give me the biggie aura, identical to a godzilla
Fiddle with kong, I'm winning, kindred with monster
My wits are off the unattainable charts
Gettiing up from the slumber, is it the morning clock?
But I didn't wish to stop this inevitable wake up call
Rather have an unendable song, but I guess it's my fault
Hardly ever get delivered a lyrical visual

Simple concepts I considered introspective
Every thought is a work in progress, realized that it's gonna be six'o'clock, yeah

Switch this off

Unconsious

Here are the lyrics:

Yeah, I'm back at it again
Head first in dirt, hearlin the slur [redacted] hah, get it?
I didn't mean to be so aggressive
Ah forget it, ain't even been ten seconds

By the time you fifteen, you should
Find that flying off the handle is a bit immature
Get riled up for nada reasons or just very miniature
You lie behind your teeth, but you got dentures
You suckers blow more than what girls are for
Actin less mature than a first born
My worst moment is your perfect
I sure hope I don't start makin your mother mourn

If I do, you better go and close your closet door
So no one knows what you were goin to show em all
Like Conan O' Brian when he spoofed that show from Colorado
Like George Orson Welles, bringing a war to the world
On radio, you gon hear every moment you open your ears, chokin with tears, hope it ain't real, panic mode and in fear
Twenty twenty was the year I chose to become real, formin lyrics so sharp, you could call me the ultimate seer

Pokin your with the force of a lion
Pullin your spine out with sword, contortin your hindbrain
I'm ferocious child, scorchin your face til it fried
Throwing your right toward the large hadron collider
Most notable mind, creating the most distorted of lines
Unfocus the lines for offensive takes and good advice
I'm like tor with the sites full of all the (ay!) and homicide
No solace or consoling, no bundle of joy's lullabies

I hit it harder than your father ever even wanted to
Bomber with thoughts darker than a small tunnel uncharted
Slit jugulars while treading water, waddle waddle to class
With an amygdala, be sure to call a lotta trauma in that
Daughters and sons all come together to follow this rap
(Sarcasm)
No right mind would bite my rhymes but at least I don't catch sights of passbyers who still like their night light even past they nineteenth

I'm white, hot shot, but still easily kill the beat
Might lie, but still reveal ability
Sike, I do not deceive wilfully
Ain't spiteful, don't bring ill will with me

I'm treal, no industry, thrilled when I rap
Skilled with the craft, invincible nut cracker
Brazil nuts smashed backwards (huh?) gone, over the limit
That's a cliffhanger, I'll come back post-mortem and finish

Pokin your with the force of a lion
Pullin your spine out with sword, contortin your hindbrain
I'm ferocious child, scorchin your face til it fried
Throwing your right toward the large hadron collider
Most notable mind, creating the most distorted of lines
Unfocus the lines for offensive takes and good advice
I'm like tor with the sites full of all the (ay!) and homicide
No solace or consoling, no bundle of joy's lullabies

I cradle you babies, maybe I'll bathe you as well
Soothe your temper tantrums, so you don't send me to hell
Smooth when you fiddle with it, moonwalk through the halls
Soon it'll be six minutes, sounds shady but nah
If you count the last song, it won't be as off
Now I'll be on my way, I gotta write a letter to your dad and mom

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Immature

Here are the lyrics:

Flip scripts, slit wrist, kick kids
I'd prolly commit all of it if didn't send me to prison
Sticking a pen in a man who pretending to be a different gender
Since I'm demented and a bit ticked
Dogging on every single one of y'all's interest
Flinging it into the crescent, interesting investment
I'm like a hell-sent, I'm into the same sex

Ain't none of my business but still
Filling my entire wishlist with kills that I wish I could implement without consequences, I'm ill-willed
Feeling psychotic with all the things I've spilled
Think I'm schizophrenic, and violent, definitely on pills
Cause of my conceptions or maybe underage pregnancy
I'm the missing link- from the definition of skill
Let's form hypotheticals, what if I would go light a whole high school dorm high in smoke?
Kinda maniac, I know, really
But don't forget, it's just a theory
Why're your eyes so red, you're aware that I was kidding
No chill, hot headed, what's that stare you're giving
Uh oh, your noggin, look, your hair's disappearing

Apologies, that was the wrong majority
Abolish me, slap off a humongous part of me
Already? Thank God, I can carry on with coveting
Stop and cease? Y'all barking up the wrong tree
Pardon me, I'm awful with being sorry
Unbelievable, just thought of another story
Once upon a time, there was this bloke named Cory
Got some brides together, lured them to his trailer homing
Stopped the respiring, threw em away after great intercourse
Prolly was like a morris(Morris?)

If I could, I would try laundering goods
Start shooting up some primary schools
If I could, I prolly would cut up some switch hitters with a Gillette blade and don't take it another way
If I could, everyone would be down on they knees begging: "don't throw no more shade out, please!"
If I could, rubber terror would've returned, forced labor would be back in the works

Okay I admit, I may have been a small bit offensive
Let me state and mention, I got nothing I gotta be defending
Staying honest, makin a lotta profit, not yet but always got a project done in a month or a minute
No dreaming on the job, goin off
Blowing mobs up like old ba--
loons in the skyline, oop, there pops one
Poof gone, vanishing abracadabra like magic, too far
Matter of fact, I'm an addict of rapping as fast I can, till no O2 in my lungs

Hitting the syllables simple as blinking when panicking, insane, no matter what I say
Sentences venomous when I've been spitting them
Little bit of Eminem but difference in the sentiment 
Analysis said I don't use malediction and it's a accurate claim, so snack on this acidic cake

I get the crown easily
I'm all about goin round and doing things while being asleep
Perhaps shout and pout, lose my mind freakishly
Spurting loud and proud fumes like B.I.G

If I could, I would try laundering goods
Start shooting up some primary schools
If I could, I prolly would cut up some switch hitters with a Gillette blade and don't take it another way
If I could, everyone would be down on they knees begging: "don't throw no more shade out, please!"
If I could, rubber terror would've returned, forced labor would be back in the works

Hearse ounces of powerful ideas of MC's
Curtains bounds together now, thank you for participating

Heard I said what? Mandela effect
Sure I meant some of it but not the whole card deck
Girls tied? Yes, hung under the floor of cement
Yet I hurl high respect towards the golden brothers
Like Nas, Em, Pac, Rakim and the most hardest

Now excuse me, I gotta go put on some gray lipstick
Use a brown wig, do breaking and entering
If you see me, shh behave and don't tell em
Anyways, adieu, time for awakening's due




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Produced By White Hot

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