----->>> he leaves for where he just doesn't belong and roams
he takes what he can and calls it his home
it's a good thing she calls because he eventually leaves
this is for the house, the car, the boat, the rv

mort: piège à haoles

bon débarras 

i don't mind being a tourist at all, and a gawker- i just walk around

a problematic album about privilege and tourism

'where-are-we's' derived + sussed w. @AQRM
produced by AQRM + GY

dim beacon (ghost youth + AQRM)

𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚❜𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝

ƃuᴉɥʇou ʍouʞ ᴉ ʇɐɥʇ ʍouʞ ᴉ

theCHOP

YARDLAND
PROD BY GHOST YOUTH AND AQRM
*25. (26)161212
*26b. hd videos

*26c. dig in (mad glares at me)
27. right away

*27b. missing shell $
27c. yes

*28. that's ok 
28b. try

*29. huddle
29b. pompous (you don't need em)

*30. yard& winehouse etc
*30b. nitehouse II $

31. more honey $
32. falling

*32b. crawlbar (it's ok) $
*32c. Legendary $

*33. we r on the rd (zIII) $
*33b. dragon's tail $

*34. control tower

*- up
*- AQRM beat

Yardland

Ghost Youth

d̳e̳t̳e̳r̳n̳a̳l̳ m̳o̳n̳o̳l̳a̳g̳

Wɪsʜʟɪsᴛ

𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔞𝔰

dylonja, kidparagon, and eric gollands on guitar
https://soundcloud.com/dylonja

live for the verse
die for the hook

my main motives
they be: 
switch up your scene
second:
raise havoc over the beat
a potent mc
i tranquilize their speech
speak ill but only got two bills
between my trifold

i spill killin syllables two fold
breathe life with my mic flow
serve sippy mcs with whom i don't agree
i spray verbal slays all day
chokehold
shake your life yo
sticks stuck in your spokes
blokes be bleary eyed 
reading the lines my pen strokes
switch styles with fire
no hired help
you rap slow
best retire
i stay young 
with my youth fountain flow

muddle nuts with your chipmunk pups
you know it
simply put we own it
you rodents

pop pill planktons like pimples with lengthy spilt syllables

paint the tarmac black
just to say KP was here
holler back

stagnant pageants
mcs flaunt past tense
re: pens daunt drastic pence for cred with friends
this mcs Currency penance 
beats, hooks sprinkled with dope chats
crassily slapping you silly
paddington prophet 
shopping tracks where you walk it

grow our group big
stem sives
massive hours pass if we passive on deisel and sligs
me aggressive mongoose
you step off weasel
Rikitikitimbo 
all adders you por favor stagger backwards
with your bimbo
sleep tight till you slippy to limbo

live for the verse
die for the hook


limbo

ƪ(•̃͡•̃͡ ƪ   - !dёo Ⴚдℳes - (๏㉨๏)

Trish

Better News

Rats Get the Mood

You Really Figured it Out

{akis}
have i locked the windows?
and cleaned the floors?
checked the cracks beneath the doors?
little creatures fill the walls
swim the bathtub comb my hair
skittering throughout the halls 
and here and near but never there

silver sharpened blades moonlight
the dragon must be slain
{i think he might be overthinking things}

my name is yaniko
i got more big balls than a tennis ball
if you want to visit you must stay with my son
because i got more credit cards than Richard C. Blum

my eyes are teeth 
from them i need my forehead torn back
this tongue sits between fingernails and
my blood runs numb

{dpc}
breaking a bat with his ankles
choked a rat with cut cables
trying to find a safe place 
like it's under kitchen tables
rocks ripped socks with tuxedos
shirt ties impostors
doctor
look i can see what's real
four eyes vision off center magnetic field
professor please
upgrade my shield
i'm busy fighting bitches in the barnyard field
floorboards creak
i'm exploring the fortress 
defenses look weak
i pull up the chorus
shut the front door
imagine it peak
when i move my lips
i imagine you speak

{marcus carab}
i think i'm coming apart at the seams
can't tell it apart from my dreams
pardon the screams
i think my brains starting to bleed
thoughts that precipitous 
dripping out of my skull bit by bit
drifting get used to the will o wisp
what the fuck is this?
syphilis?
life ain't peachy 
nah it's all strife and Nietzsche
and it might defeat me
if i can't get my mind to meet me
half way
but to beat me to the punch
and see me through another eye 
and make me wonder why
the sketchy oval's chasing butterflies?
oh what a guy
like a sudden high trying to hide itself
like my divided self has tried
but can't find time all by itself
i might as well just buy and self experience as politicians
cage the bird of paradise and take him to the kitchen


tropical friends

Glitch Parade

niͥcͨeͤ cͨoͦmͫрⷬuͧᴛⷮeͤrͬ

ԃαɯɳ

𝓕𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰

ｆｕｎｂｏｙ ｌａｍｅｄ

𝗗𝗮𝗱 𝗦𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗡𝗼 (going fwd)

Ꭿ𝘭𝘭 𝜏ᏂᎯ𝜏

Steal My Sunshine

讠 𝓝ㄖ 爪🝗

OYSTER DIVE, I SEE AQRM!

🅕🅛🅐🅤🅡🅐🅜🅐🅧🅧🅘🅝🅖

S̵͎̟͎͋͠A̸̢̪̘͌͒͠H̴̢̝̺͆͋̈́I̴͎͖͐͛̀͜

heros

prod by dusk roblin and @dylonja2 feat akis and ghost youth, duh




yo fuck us white people, right? this song is about drunk asshole tourists, you know we all go out of our way to be them

docks

touring and taking
ghost lake hip hop 1998

feeling like a slight gangster
tip your hat thank you
girl say hi to me
pointy with the gopro peen
 prod by @dylonja2 and dusk roblin

home

Bones (feat sean)

nite II
collab with the great @dylonja3

it’s the theatrical
comeback in broad day
to the same place, the same face, the same brute
amused shout:
‘a miracle!'
that knocks me out
sp

nite (LL)

white men:
say now, the road i know is laid out!
the rest: 
full diminish, the sky could fall in it.
white men:
stave on! don't burden your course
it's late now!

diminish

r r r r ope

i guess we'll grow up knowing
about the time we felt lonely
i didn't know
you'd float low under such pressure
it's too much i want to rush this love
no pressure
it's about time we found love
i didn't know you were living under so much pressure

100degrees

we seek the sun
with our cool sundress on
flashy fanny packs packed with snacks
keep the cooler covered cool in the back
we seek the sun
with a cool sundress on
tropical drinks get a limon pop
socks and sandles make the panties drop
we seek the sun
with our cool sundress on
flashy fanny packs packed with snacks
keep the cooler covered cool in the back
we eat the gum
with a cool sundress on
tropical drinks get a limon pop
socks and sandles make the panties drop

soxnsandles

we're on the road
try to stand up

we're on the road
got everything we need
it's you and me for sure
to look for you
on the road
got everything we need
it's you and me for sure

but i'm trying to stand up
we're on the road
try to stand up

this is me watch me fall
do it all from bugs to keep you clean 
to buckets of blood
you are the one for me
bleed awake watching
always watching
to all the shadows boxing
dirt i'll dig up dig up
bring the heat to the peeps that give you sheet
buckets of blood 
dirt i'll dig up dig up
put it on me 
oh yeah all on me
oh yeah
put those mans came at you with hands into the ground
dirt i'll dig up dig up

33. we r on the rd (zIII) <AQRM>

i don't know the future
i didn't come here to tell you how this going to end
i came here to tell you how it's going to begin

30b. nitehouse II <AQRM>

you fuck up
now look at yourself
now buck and back up
yeah you pushed it
like not at all
you kept on thinking
man look at yourself
collect yourself kid
you can do better than yall
but you fucking didn't
i'm looking at myself
like everyday
is it tomorrow 
or is it today
because i'm at it
i've fucking had it
with my own fucking baggage
always lagging behind my girl 
in terms of mad adult age type macking
yo if i had it all
would i even be better than yall?
yo let me hear if where you're at
but not clear on what this all fucking means?

a naiive melody

27b. missing Shell <AQRM>

26b. hd videos

if it's that fragile
and if that helps
talk me off that shelf

you'd be nowhere
if that helps
talk me off that shelf

fragile me

did we force it? 

fragile me
talk to me

did i mean roses?

25. 26(161212)

until every morning
i just hope that you want me 
until the morning

i just hope
you know up in the club tonight darling
all the things i do for you
for you it's you

check me with my babe  
i can feel the cloud come
when you thinking up on me
i'll be the buzz you want, the bud you need
come stand for me it's my destiny
i do know that it's you that i want
you 
i know that it's you in the club tonight
it's you

it's you that i've come to see
only you it's my destiny

you have the use
its you it's true it's always you

do what you do

you're placed and let go

does it mean for you
do whatever you want?
shit
all the things for you i'd do
it's what i think is good

but it's ok, that'd be my achilles, speedy chill for real
mad slippy on the heel slide

26c. digin(mad glarez @me)

dreams
subtle dreams
rest now child

find her
in rain and hail
lion feathers falling
on a dragon's tail

33b. dragon's tail <AQRM>

32c. Legendary <AQRM>

27. rightaway

radishio

these affirmations
i hope it matters what you say
10 things in the present
lets  accomplish today, right now today
not in the future,
but in the present, yay
yay i get it
first thing everyday
ten things in the present
what are your goals to make that 10 k?
i wanna be  richer than art and patricia next door
right keep it in perspective 
 the money life the tight pockets
the fancifullness shit you know
the drugs
it  got my soul
fuckin take a breath yall it's here 
hashtag this life goals
retire feel good find friends then get inspired
property come with new social propers
to invest in then, many friends
much prosper
i will  workout today
i will do earn it today...
spend the time required to eat my fill
pay the bills
write the checks
specks of dirt of my deck
blow up that shit like blitzkriegs
unnecessary with the watering spray
it's kp dr
nay
mm ok then how can my lawn be greener than next door to me before saturday?
my weed field be real even keeled
did you hear what the neighborhood say?
twisty sprinklers only matter sir
if you want that daily affirmation
formed by green trims and zippy mower skims
fuck your new patio ok?
kp up on the mower go real slow so you see her
pump the gas then the brakes
check out the gas mileage
aint it great
all day i can make my clippings spray
this is what it's meant to be 
senior neighbor elderly adversary
these lawn demons i slay
you wanna play the keep up  the garden rough down and dirty cut up to plot line bananas bonafide nickel and dimer
old timer
find me in FL plantin trees where your .25 by .20 should be

postnt

waking up i'm nervous
but ok i got this
but does she??
crash course, ok? ready? go!
come back home 
with me i got that mixtape today

you're building
something much higher taller than me

alone
no phone
no pictures on the shelf 'cause
i'm living by myself!
i've got a lot of people to thank 
i'll start with myself!

crash course!

we choose the beat for the people walking
this is the part where the people catch up

you build something higher than me
so i bow to the spines of your feet
your sound
i'm so hard of hearing
red cloud
where my mind used to be



MAX_wolf

one word i would say
she half-answered the call|a thousand feet below the beach sand
where the wolves crawl|anticipated a flash
the rays of blue|oozing from a stereo gash
hey! we got him to stay
i was gunnin along|guided by torches & locusts|but oh! what a low hit me!
one word i would say
about the bitch that kicks its young|into a new day
with some black ink involved|i killed that poem 
hoping i would never belong|in your sights, oh my!
i was gunnin along|guided by torches & locusts|but oh! what a low hit me!
now it's left foot|right foot|wet foot|dry foot|dead foot|live foot
bread foot|wine foot|ten foot|five foot|lemon foot|lime foot
imma put my foot|next to the mines|got most of my mind
on going with no goal|coast in a line
"ghost youth" 
with an old soul|i boast most of the globe & both poles
tops of the peaks|to the bottoms of the holes in the sea
now a lot of it is over for me.
i'll keep on walking
maybe go across town|& i'll walk into compounds on lockdown
did you know i already walked on the moon?
& i think i'll take a little walk to andromeda soon
or maybe i'll just stay in my room

From the second album from electro-indie-folk weirdos, Ghost Youth.

Pilgrimage

if i drift
it out there
would you be in my way?
if i drift
& you aren't home
you aren't home
but a heart blazed a path
in my veins & there's no name for it!
there's no name for it!
she was something all of the time
oh you didn't mean it!
i'm a netted astronomer
oh you didn't mean it!
you caught me
a ball on a string
growing up my all wasn't enough
in your heart i can fit
if you make room in it
cause we can
share this space
a little bit

From the second album from electro-indie-folk weirdos, Ghost Youth.

She Was Something

she leaves me covered|brushes off the other ones
you are mine|you fuck
yeah but our lives are such a bust
she's got her sight locked up on me
covered in her people dust
with my people dust|i'm troublesome
you are mine
yeah she's coming home to you|yeah, gotta get my money
with a pocket full of lead|with all of my guns reloaded
yeah she's coming home to you
shit, i shoulda told you she's trouble, son
yeah, i'm troublesome
she keeps me covered
brushes off the others
i keep you covered
brush off the others
i'm troublesome

From the second album from electro-indie-folk weirdos, Ghost Youth.

ppLDust

Formerly known as River Bones, written by Mike Kastanas for our dear friend Katherine Grant, who passed away the morning of me writing these sentences.  She was a great light in all our lives.  Katherine, you will be missed so much by so many people.

walk softly on the past, it won't support you long 
a battered bridge, look down|might even see the bones 
of your river flowing|burdened with more than its share of stones
a beating heart & shining eyes|tender smiles underlined 
by trembling fingers reaching out|to push open the door 
"don't go that way," i heard you say
"it's nothing like it was before"
where does your wild heart wander|when the morning tide comes in?
listened for the mountain's voice, but the mountain speaks to few
i doubt it ever told you what to do|or what you might lose
past & present pain condensed|but every verb was future tense 
you raised them up above your shoulders & waited for the sun 
muscles strained & spirit drained|a taste lingering on your tongue
the clouds parted with a breeze|you looked out over the sea 
& all along the shoreline, people raised their hands
& waved hello, wouldn't you know?
the hourglass refilled its sand

From the second album from electro-indie-folk weirdos, Ghost Youth.

Katherine's Song

𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓃ℊℯ

leave your name and number after the silence


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