Lyrics:

I’m good with Father Time and Mother Earth, but, it seems like, I’m stuck, cousin death always got an issue with me you know?

My matrix glitched, and switched pitches, it’s a testament to character, the desolate mistresses, who provide services you scared of well, it’s a deadly vision, you wish upon, a lotta of them get wary, pawn a simpler interest, convinced, the lot of em ain’t ready for him, it’s, simple business, the business of precision, incisions from the wishin, surgery abundant, a death of soul is imminent, a depth so low it’s tinted, I guess I’ll find a different one, hit the blunt, quick to run, flick the ash, it’s thick or sumn, sick of runnin, uh, sick of runnin.

AGONY. (prod. brandon)

TOLD THAT THE ROAD GETS COLD.

Lyrics:

Picture me I'm runnin down the street with a classic beat bumpin, ain't it something how the past made a beast you can't handle when you strummin, the chords of emotion on my mental, aye it's mental how you done it, crazy while I write it, I get drunk as fuck runnin, then I drink some more, contortionists don't understand my angle, I'm just tryna bring the color and this flavor to ya palette cuz it's stayed dry, ain't I, the balance tween an earl n a bronson, on some real talk shit, scoffin at the disappointment. Like pls, pls can you get up on the message I be stirrin, this my sermon, elastic wit my wordin, everlastin like I'm plastic it's fantastic, got you squirmin, this jurassic how you gaspin from the massiveness, I'm slurrin tho, this an everyday trek, got the noose on my neck, talkin often ain't correct, it's about how you move, be a tool if you choose, in Louvre is my future, if not it's in the tombs, or the dirt, got this hurt bringin pressure, I guess I'll bring a lesser work ethic to impress ya, and still it's gonna get ya, I'd, rather speak the best of, the shit that comes from mind, god it's wild that I'm dyin.


Told myself I'd move on, keep it strong, avoid wrongs, avoid flauntin, honestly a lots been on my mind, lyin to myself in different facets, the faucet of my mental, in an aspect, the pressure ain't been goin long. Wrong paths taken on an awry journey, hurry, I'm a wreck, bury me in poetry and turin's shroud, with my loud tucked, within, a proud strut, comes from him, how the fuck we sposed to grow if all our roots is so stuck. I ain't never really asked for no help, cuz it's always me, always me on the cliff wearin cuffs, getting worn out and torn up, scorn from the lord, cuz, we coexist, it often snows on this abyss, total lisp because the drugs I did, got me on the cusp, of exodus, fuck wit me, end this shit, make it easy, instead of my intentions winnin

untitled. 5-14-21 unmastered. (prod. brandon & LethalNeedle)

Untitled. 10-2-18 unmastered. (prod. brandon)

*I do not claim rights to the picture, I only edited it*

NO PEACE. (prod. wrona bartas)

Habits (prod. LethalNeedle)

can't remember who produced this, but its non profit. uploading leftovers.

LISTEN.

TRUTH.

COLD SOUL.

TWO FEET.

MOMENTS WE TREASURE.

I KNOW WHAT WE NEED.

HEADPHONE MUSIC!
Lyrics:
Talkin all that shit like I'm rich and I know this but the topics overflowing cuz i got too much to go wit, openin these doors and its snowin, rowin on a boat that's never goin thats my psyche on the low then, high key I was chosen, circumstances changed my chances of advancin like the best men, it sent me manic, workin on my dances and quick to switch the stances that's the blessins I was granted. Shit

X2
Reachin to the mantle I pulled down a crown n wore that shit, broke it, takin these multiple brunts maan I'm talkin too much, lucrative bunch on a bool trip of such, you runnin the jewels with a rush heard that the new school afuss maybe a wave be a new thing to us

X2
Reachin to the mantle I pulled down a crown n wore that shit, broke it, takin these multiple brunts maan I'm talkin too much, lucrative bunch on a bool trip of such, you runnin the jewels with a rush heard that the new school afuss maybe a wave be a new thing to us

GEMOUF EP

DECROWNED

Legitimate infinite spittin a bit of a minuteman hittin the rhythms and that's just a given I'm nice when I hit em they like on my type and I'm ripe for the winnins *huh*, psycho I might be the villain I'm liable to snipe the whole buildin I'm typo that's after whole sentence *yuh*
*that shit annoying*

Mad cuz the path that I'm given I'm livin through vision thats tunneled obstructed as children I'm bashin up on the whole wall when I'm feelin and often it feels like I ghost when I'm in it. Goals for the minute then toasted indifferent and posted indignant, the most inefficient, I'm posed to be in it, or on it it dawned on me yawning from nothing I'm tired as fuck. 

Woe to the image old folks said it different, close to abyss sold most my ambition hope was at limits I'm dope yeah i get it mope mope toke choke choke when I hit it, oh what a feelin.
Numb numb now I run run from the subjects paint gold when I flick tongue on the subtext
*Ain't a bitch nigga out here can touch this*

TARANTINO

TARANTINO.

Came wit a fable send attent my way hoe, paid soul, put the cuffs away tho 
Make gold, out the rhymes, okay so
Face cold, that's on mines, no queso
To get away and stable, had my heart on the table, that's the stain of the pain tho, get my caine and I'm able.
Spendin days in my mind like J. Hill, keep the fi in my fo when I fump shit, swear my gods in my soul no fuck shit. Niggas got my palms sweaty in the function, losin focus and a nigga cant function. Gold was saint in my mind in the old days, niggas lied said the vibe was cold chains, I arrived on the side with low lids, said goodbye to my pride when drugs hit.

Got a way with my words, it's okay 
Tell myself when I pass out no pain
Tell the past it can rest when I pass this old gate mastered by old faces so faded.
I attest that my actions mold pain, interacted with madness and stone faced,
Examples of family and loved ones unsung bitter feelings from the old days, understand that the past had odd ways, lost faith and escaped on a bad day, found magic in ashes absorption of plant matter, half these passions aborted.
It's a fact that I paved my own way, at a point gotta make your own pavement, interact and attach it's so needed, in fact it's exactly this.
Let the past go mask those rash thoughts,
Picasso the mosh in your top notch
Kindle wood in the fire til it pop
Never stop it's an itchin that you're never gonna not want
Inhibition on a lot want what a million got ambition for, but not thought, to envision what a metaphysic god want, on what.

METAPHYSICS

TOXINS.

BITCH NIGGAS. (prod. LaloProductionsBeatz)

Distorted Metaphorical Fuck.
Lyricist, Self Produced, Self mastered.
(unless told otherwise.)

GEMOUF

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