You boutta blow up a lot sooner than you think, this shit is different and its crazy good, got me wanting to produce some shit like this to

dope ass atmosphere, shits heavy my guy !

A tale as old as old time

Built inside your dna

The role you were born to play

When the whole world is a stage

A show for the gods

Entertainment

So below

Above your known


Woah

Saturn feeds

On his son

Time is done

Catching up with me

Under thoth

I wrote

A neverending

Story

just pretending

Write my fate

Into existence

Conflict need to push the plot forth

Dream

Inside a dream

Caught in a web

Of synchronicity

Tryna follow twisted roots

And find the source

the forbidden tree


Break the simulacrum

Hall of mirrors

Show

A thirst

That can’t be quenched

Day

The Teratoid reflection

Disappear

The day

If it comes

I’m nosferatu






A tale as old as old time

Built inside your dna

The role you were born to play

When the whole world is a stage

A show for the gods

Entertainment

So below

Above your known



Uhh

Im tearing my mask off

Attached to my skin

Lets see undeneath it

Let you in





Raise your glass up

Tonight

This Dionysian ritual

Gettin cthonic in the club

Alright

The oracle

Behind

The curtains let the play begin again


Its the way

Where we came from

Our origin

Walk this way

On the path

Get a hint of it

Its the same

Never change

Always been like this

4 Dimensional

Lessons

That play


On the stage

Platos cave

March to the grave

Everyday entertained

On the face

Of the deep

changing

Shape

How they make

Believe

And i love when

The ringleader say

“Welcome to the show”

All The World's A Stage

Guitar: Mateo Rispoli 

Guitar, Production and Vox: Ian Knapp

Drums: Danny Eberle    

Bass: Shalit Maitrechit

Lyrics:

I call
But you don’t hear your name
Im somewhere locked away
Inside your hippocampus baby
I crawl
Got reincarnated 
In someone's memory
I’m on my knees 
I’ll pray for you
Guess that's all that I can ever do
I say amen but who I’m praying to?
Was never meant to get a letter through
Can’t comprehend
I got no say in you
Yea she’s dancing with an angel
She doesn’t know he’s there
Wings of desire to be with her
Feel the sinew start to tear
She’s the reason for existence
this existence isn’t fair
Distant love
Sky is falling
From above
You don’t know me
A body with no arteries
A ghost Inside a shell
I'm bleeding out
My fear endowed
With muscle tissue
I tore it out
My love for this milady
Inhibition 
All around
Superstitious
I believe in you
no reason to believe
Its true
In the fish tank
Getting watched
Cause I love the way 
You fuck
And I cannot get enough
Your a alien to us
Nephilim, daughters of men
Get wed in ways
We can’t understand
Egregore going to bed
When I’m With you will have no regrets
My Fall from view/you have no regrets
I’ll follow you to the end of it
I’ll be your faithful jesuit
Yea He’s dancing with an angel
He doesn’t know she’s there
Wings of desire to be with him
Feel the sinew start to tear
He’s the reason for existence
this existence isn’t fair
Distant love
Sky is falling
From above
You don’t know me

Wings of Desire

DREAMZ

Lust

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Email:
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Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

Vocal Performances:
Eliy Orcko @imjusteliy
Zack Taylor @user-562489539
Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics:
Eliy Orcko: 
Bring some booze for ya boy,
Drink from he skull, fuck all of ya'll,
Never choose for ya boy,
Feed from the dirt, my stomach hurt,
There ain't no food for ya boy,
Manning up, I'm big enough,
No childhood to destroy,
This all the pain to enjoy.

Gao the Arsonist:
Allegedly adolescent,
Fuck the little boy talk,
Poised generation like those destroyed when little boy dropped,
Utility bills kill joy,been apprehensive since my voice dropped,
Worried that I'll scuttle from the gutters that employ dropouts,
Deadbeats,
Deadbeat from beating dead horses,
Said the orifice in my life is where the laughter was,
When chilling with my niggas and my bitch will give like half the buzz it used to,
The apathy would prove to me I'm used to it,
"Try and lighten up" is fucking like persuading glue to stick,
Useless tips in ear like tacky cotton swabs that lose the tips,
Adult status out of place like boomers move the hips,
I ain't even had a fucking legal glass of booze to drink,
Fools is pissed off and drowning sorrows, too much diuretic,
Ain't old enough to drive but I'm borderline diabetic,
Sweet, 
Don't even know what type to fucking try a medic,
I ain't ready, so somber, swear the violins ain't diegetic,
My genetics dictate that I'm average height with stocky build,
But of course I feel smaller when I hear that most are popping pills,
Anti-depressant in the workplace,
Cant find the pleasure that I traded in to earn pay, nigga.

Cannot wait 'til I caluclate price tag math by hand,
And try rations,
Get over bruises like an ice pack,
Hurry to the doctor like a knife stabbed me,
Leisure bites back now,
Hide snacks,
In the dining cabinet,
Spike sugar balance,
Buy, check the balance,
Dry,
Drinking gallons of iced liquor,
Drown crying quicker, 
Down five pitchers,
Down five stories headfirst,
Wager with aging folk and joke who be dead first,
Grease from an analogue clock in the fountain of youth is only thing to quench thirst,
Yeah shit,
Never felt fitting with myself as the elder,
Years drag me forward, finger nails scraping floor kick and scream like a temper tantrum,
What I still wanna throw when the pent up anger,
Indicates on the gauge, pressure sensors amber,
Left out going the right way, 
Life is Ambidextrous,
I'll be reckless 'til my life up rooted by children like a dandelion,
Snatch a second life from the womb,
Yeah I'll try to siphon the youth from the newborns,
Back when mother ironed the uniform,
I'd cry and be soothed,
No pride I could lose,
Only challenge i had was how fast i was tying my shoes,
Heart is where icicles grew,
Wait for the bitch with the scythe as a tool,

(Grown up, butterflies in my stomach, now the hole is sewn up,
Everybody say that I should focus)


Zack Taylor:
Why'd you have to go?
Time is in the past,
I've been on the road,
Ain't no turning back,
Looking at myself, staring at the sun,
Stranger looking back,
Can't remember that,
Take a picture and paint it black,
Why'd you have to go?
Time is in the past,
I've been on the road,
Ain't no turning back,
Looking at myself, staring at the sun,
Stranger looking back,
Can't remember that,
Can't remember that,

*You're a man now*

Boy (ft. Eliy Orcko, Zack Taylor)

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Email:
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Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

Lyrics:
Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,
Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,

Lips fucking smack lit a gas stove,
Match, coal, candle, heretic,
Everyday I pray I ain't plateau, huh,
Blood on my boots like killer slinking back home, 
Chiropractor try to snatch my spine, I'm missing back bone,
Mouth a piece or gat, piece of gateau, huh,
For me to breath and see the heated asphalt melt,
Tongue too fucking burnt for me to ask for help,
Who gone be the first to judge and cast stones, huh?
Live in a glass house, 
Tool for suicide, I'm the toaster in the bathroom, 
Holes in my motive so I loathe that I'm foreign to the cash flow, nigga
I'm still Horus in the sand dunes,
Poster in a stan's room, r.i.p, tear up and weep,
Say I'm lame, am I paraplegic?
Ain't fuck with me?
Never heard the birds and the bees,
I make seraphims bleed,
Burn the flesh that I tear with my teeth,
Boy is feral so beware of the beast,
If you here in the area leave, 
I made eve pick pears off the tree,
Add an s, delete the pair of the ps,
Like two peas in a pod,
Go sleep and my songs,
Hear the reasons I got why I'm God,
Well it's revealed that I'm not,
What I'm feeling is complex,
Seasoned or not, I'm just one,
Outta all the salt grains in the high seas,
Niggas won't change till they show that they Pisces
Without gold chains and the hoes y'all don't like me,
Gao hold blade to the throat of who claims to be G.O.A.T,
I'm the one who pours poison in the IV,
Drip cowardice from sores from the ivy,
Swallow pride like liquor with the boys without id,
I'm a problem if I blow like ICBM,

Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,
Gao just got charged with arson,
Charred flowers in the parks and the gardens,
Bars pass the bar set often niggas swear I bar-tend,
Syntax is my arsenal, I kickback like a carbon,

Nigga too cold,
That's double on tundra
Ain't got nothing in 'em like Ramadan hunger,
Niggas get popped like bubblegum blunder,
Like the summer sun, everyone is under me,
Fuck that was a bluff, everyone is on to me, huh,
Skill innate like venom in a mamba,
Blood spilled GA run and gun in Honda,
Like kids dumped in the slums, you a goner,
Cuffed and then stuffed in the trunk,
Motherfucker got they body in the bag,
Tommy gun of a mobster,
Shots fired,
G-A-O,
Starts fires,
He feigned cold bars,
Liar,
Seek payphones, call fire department,
Supplier of arson is me,
I might just buy apartment,
To lay dark and receive head,
Like King Herod on a silver platter,
Blood spill and splatter on the floor,
Flow just might kill vagabond, pneumonia shit,
You know me now bitch,
On my own I'm bonafide,
Fuck all that Bonnie Clyde shit,
Parties form against me, pull up uninvited,
Fuck up my shit, best apologize, cos,
Otherwise,
You get third degree,
Like the other guys,
Who heard of me,
Don't utter my,
Moniker,
I'm connoisseur of blasphemy,
Don't refer to me,
Boy certainly,
My verse's heat went from Earth to Venus,
Words hatched from the ash like the birth of phoenix,
So cold you need tissues then ill burn the Kleenex,
I know furnace speak, huh.

I ain't even know if I believe what I say,
Niggas seem to sew and fucking reap in a day,
Feel like I wanna fold every week,
My scaffolding is weak,
'Posed to hold up my need for embrace,
Wanna let go of the feeling and stay in ignorance,
Stoners roll up the weed in the tray,
I was fooled to believe I was great,
(wait)
Pull the pole and the beam if you debate,

Arson

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Email:
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Lyrics:
Nah, it ain't syrup in this Styrofoam cup,
Bitch this blood and juice,
Suck 'em dry and chuck 'em in the gutter then I cut 'em loose,
Decide to hide and dissipate like the high that's drug induced,
Only show my face to place amounts that I can take from you,
Tread reckless like some tipsy niggas tryna bust a move,
Eventually bed-ridden, oblivious bitches chugging ruff-
Spiked vodka from the shot glass,
Monocle and top hat for junkies who done sawed half the barrel off,
Carry shells, apparently Darryl tore man's apparel off,
Carousel, chamber spinning, snapping like my ammo off,
Padded cell and straight jacket should tip your alarum off,
Bitches need to listen for the whistle like I'm Pavlov,
Salivary fluid moving through my throat mixed in with crimson,
Had 'em pushing tulip, staining daises dangerously simple,
Draining niggas' bodies, pockets, stopping when I leave you wrinkled,
Back to collect what you don't owe me like illegal rental.

I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech,
Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth,
In a minute turn a supper to a feast,
Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see.

Two-faced nigga,
Common like the booze taste at the buffet dinner,
Bullshit 'tween his teeth, took the toothpaste with him,
Bitch blue-faced with a mouth full of vape, cigarettes,
Sicker breaths than the fucking cool kids with the problems with they bronchus,
You, sir went and got lost with a compass,
Moral high ground, high tail out of bounds,
Nigga, drown in the sounds of some doomsday rhythms, nigga,
Bombs dropped,
Two-faced?
Nah, my intentions multifaceted,
Bypass yellow tape,
Wind back black, low quality cassette clips,
Cast mind back to my actions,
That's reality, faulty acid trips,
I stole your soul and starved you niggas like the cult he fasted with,

Ostracize opportunists,
Often like knights button tunics,
No shining, speckless armor,
Check the armoire,
Obsessed with garments,
Like daddy's daughter, offer lewd pics,
I'm guilty, kill me,
Lacking proper judiciary/every,
Nigga all for toothpick-sturdy defense,
Leave themselves open to dirty leeches,
Churches preaching,
Serpents, demons,
Chat about Baphomet,
Boy, you've heard 'em, seen 'em,
Watched 'em walk, observed 'em breathing,
Absurd for even,
Considering I'm perfect,
Reason being, I thirst for bleeding, huh,
Reddish predilection, reminiscent of some fanged figures,
Relish every second, heavy weapon when he threatened,
Nigga, 

I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech,
Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth,
In a minute turn a supper to a feast,
Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see.

Leech

All Inquires (Production/Features/Collabs/A nice chat): 

Email:
gaothearsonist@gmail.com

Instagram:
@guywithanoldasslaptop

Lyrics:
Start off the autopsy with a Y-incision,
Poltergeist in vision,
It decides it didn't like your prying business,
It declines this entrance to its body while it's rotting,
Brought some flies in with it,
That's a life long sentence to describe one's inability,
To achieve expressing why I'm feeling how I'm,
Feeling/Filling up the bucket with some lies, lies spilling,
Kick it,
Dive in quicker than a live amphibian,
In the end it's futile,
Anti-violence systems,
Identify as pacifist 'til pupils dilate from sipping punch,
Wicker,
Bunsen burner yearned by vile scum,
Villains,
Fall from high vault ceilings,
It defies all physics if,
You expecting confetti at an autopsy,
Messy red on white like I gone off piste,
Skin sings hymns with discord, 
Song's off key,
I'd die with the lie like a false god,
Priest keeps the secret safe,
Cadaver's chest a cavity like teeth decay,
I would rather have a plaque for being saint-like,
Fake my righteousness,
If I could just tighten up,

Open up right,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,

Body took a beating,
Yeah he had a taste of masonry,
Washed him off while bleeding,
Placed his face inside a basin,
Buried the bastard breathing,
Adam had the apple,
Ate the berries,
Sacrilegious images,
No wonder why the wraith was wary,
Wasted every chance I ever got to try and open,
Been blowing smoke,
Folks choking,
Full of shit like belly bloated,
Bust,
I vomit,
Serve some tonic,
Sheer thought on it has me throwing up,
I'm "pouring cups of soda for chronic diabetics" sort of fucked,
In the head,
Hence,
Discussing my head-space is crossing the red tape dividing fine from menacing,
I'm cold like frozen venison,
Deer in headlights,
Fearing plebites,
Rally dissidents,
It's cello-taped to threatening,
Need medicine in cabinet,
I revel in shit devilish with arrogance,
I cut and run like I just grab a blade to stab and dip,
You're mistaken if you've taken me for placid,
Rude awakening like hammock ripped,

Open up right,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,

Post Mortem

Give the man a round of applause
Villain looking down at the crowd from the watchtower
Bone to pick, we all his hounds, we his dogs
Our lives is sanitized like antiseptic dousing the gauze, now we're
Gathered underneath the banister at dawn
Attendance checked by the feds, if you absent then you brought up
Kneeling, often squealing, make example of you
Strong-armed
We kept in check but even pawn is a euphemism
Preach that freedom's being robbed but, who you kidding
Keep my head down so I don't lose it, yeah I choose to fit in
Petty rebel, I hoard colored fabric, shot of booze is hidden
Tucked between the floorboards 'till muster strength for true resistance
Fantasizing that I'll shoot the ruler, prove I'm different
Recoil at the very thought of punishment like Ruger kicking
Pretend butter knives are murder weapons when I use the kitchen
What if I drew pistol, lose my status as a moving piston
Revolt
Cause some
Results
Bravado
Dissolves
I find my own cowardice revolting

It don't even matter 'cos he sit on the throne, iron fist, silver tongue
All the powers of the pulpit
We ain't citizens, we cultists
Passion was assassinated, listen to the culprit speaking
Cope by indulging in lives of alter egos
No libido here
Sulphur breeds the fear
I'm silent

Applause

Faggot

FAGGOT |prod. TQ

CELOSIA w/ fl.vco ( prod. redmosk )

Gao the Arsonist aka Sludgegod Gao aka OJ Sludgeson aka the boy with the mask and the overalls

STAY SLUDGED

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Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)

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