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mixd and mastrd by Heady

DOTHAT/SATELITTE
He did it, he let the beat breath..
I didnt know clouds could do that
took two tabs an it turned into duddasm
I never looked back
Didnt know i could do that
Black satellites 
Cover the sky
They back tryna fight
Dont no one know why
Why why
Black holes
swallow my mind
Robo30 to the spine
Robo walk to the sky
Total recall 
see ufos in free fall
Tryna reach us see us
Tryna Meet us greet us
Eat us
Drain resources
Steal em
Then they speed off
Undefeated 
Where my peace of mind
Inside my piece it hides
I need heat release the tides
Where does love reside 
Cus i cant feel or find it
Depending on the skys
We may just leave tonight
Open eyelids describe this typa milage
Enlightened 555 kid
Depending on the weather
Heaven better damn expect us
Depending on my head
This boat may float to shore like feathers
Off this lettuce i get sent off
Clip my wings
And lift off jetson
Leave me breathless
Lets just exit
Neck depression
Felt this way for decades
That the rat race ran the backway
She Need some space i went to mars 
hows that for space
Exactly

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livingdeath - homesick [prod. xmichaelwarren]

the words I read and rapped as the music carried on:

COMMUNICATION! (ALIEN! CONVERSATION!)
I can hear them!
I been tryin to communicate with aliens and comets
I been smokin all these sticks and stones
invincible to comments
If you fuckin talkin to me
Please be cosmic
I took 5 grams of fuckin rock em sock em
An I got shot up

I keep hearin what they said
Are those noises outer space or in my head
Are you speakin to me
Cus i cannot comprehend
I am not the leader of this planet that’d be bad
I like acid i like stems
I like caps so im your friend
I get high so i can live
Im always fly you know the deal
3 5’s behind the wheel

I been tryin to communicate with aliens an comits
I been smokin all these sticks and stones
invincible to comments
If you fuckin talkin to me
Please be cosmic
I took 5 grams of fuckin rock em sock em
An I got shot up

Ya know whats weird the shit i hear
The sht i see is mundane
but my brainwaves
Another lane
I hear ak’s an phones ring
My soul clinging
To serotonin doses
Watch my pheromones explode
So all the bitches gotta know 
They are lesser than my hoe

I been tryin to communicate with aliens an comits
I been smokin all these sticks and stones
invincible to comments
If you fuckin talkin to me
Please be cosmic
I took 5 grams of fuckin rock em sock em
An I got shot up
I got a dime
You got a penny
That mean You got a thot
An i had plenty like bhagwan
Whippin bentleys and poppin ox(y)

I keep hearin what they said
Are those noises outer space or in my head

COMMUNICATION!  ¿¿prod. Sir Marius??

murder ft. mata (prod.anitcon)

the beat that came from the buddha,
a story by headass u and jozie haze

BEAT FROM THE BUDDHA-

Sit in the rain
W/ a j
Last day on the job
Got 3 types of rock
An i got 2 tucked in my sock
Chill with a cig
At your local city grill
Feel pretty chill
shrooms r kickin soon
Cool on the bus
Off some tuss
Robo 30’s comin up
I drank kratom earlier
So i am surely throwin up

City street
Meet yack
*ack*
Wack tobaccy
Grav smack
Ass fat
An the cat
*damn*
When she call me im come back
Drag after drag
Drag after drag

Skitch round the city
On the fixy gettin geeked
I heard bitchin through the internet 
too bad my signal weak 
Too bad im in the fuckin cave
And So they think that im deceased
(yeah!)
Too bad my pupils dilated 
Because i reached the peak
An i cant hear nothin
In the dungeon
Aint no music 
An Aint no drugs
An aint no clutch
Up in this buggy
I look bummy wit my hunny
I been stuck off shrooms an cups of
Phenibut, 
drink, drip, an then i trip
I feel sick an i might puke
Sick with
Uh

Pop necks like checks
Bitch flex like a muscle
Like crunches
Bitch i got time you tryna tussle
Unbuckle 
Hold your horses
Nah fuck em
send em runnin

uuuh
Im too high cant remember what my verse is
I been dead but im still drivin herses
Im behind on all my fuckin work
Im feelin worthless

feelin hopeless, but im on go in a moments notice 
spend time chokin a bitch 
then my throat gettin slit, 
and my note really boutta be potent (yuh) 
lemme count this green in the meantime 
unique kinda sheen like a g5 
but i wonder why nobody wanna be mine
i should prolly go and take a little me time (heh)
gettin to the bag, wont fuck up 
a bitch really gotta get her funds up 
bump to my own shit while i thumb bucks 
just practice mane, aint dumb luck 
but you know the good life dont come cheap 
you dont wanna hear it so its fuck me 
wanna stay low key 
gotta duck these shots from the opps 
i wont cry if they touch me

gg

BEAT FROM THE BUDDHA! feat Jozie Haze! (prod. by Ishaan)

pottedplant by headass u /// produced by sir marijus /// cover by damned designs

I know u a sought after commodity
I be in the dump without ya b undoubtedly 
But beggars cannot choose
Stress always accrues
My intrusive thoughts 
They Command my mood

Not no one’s fault
Nah its mine the bar got me
Good thing you love fall
Cus yellow been your color
Death sound pleasant
Ring ring bells of heaven
Her healthy aura take it please lord restore it
Make her winters warmer

No ones fractals ever have a pattern
Gravity so malleable think nasa would be flattered
Intercept an astral pattern 
Descend into the next dimension
End it

I know u a sought after commodity
I’d be in the dump without ya b undoubtedly 
But beggars cannot choose
Stress always accrues
My intrusive thoughts 
They Command my mood

I should listen to the rain
The brain shows me all the fears that i evade
Whos here who betrays
Blank faces all day
Get stares from my mirror
Hoe revear
Lay awake for a year

The void made a coward
Noise my only super power
Never been louder 
All my shouts been drownin outward
I’ll go down on powder
Only thing that serves the router
Anti depressants foulin
They might cause an outage

I been hurtin deeply cant you see
But you dont hold sole responsibility
Its been dumpin i been stuck under the canopy
Im repugnant an the fault is mine to keep please baby

pottedplant (sir marijus)

This song is dedicated to someone i lost her name was Sabrina when i made this song it wasn't too long after her death and i wanted to make song for her to let her know she mattered that much and i did wanna take that chance with her but we never got to.. anyways i hope you all enjoy this and thank for pressing play it means a lot to me.

HOMETOWN SWEETHEART (Prod. Bojack Black)

2 month anniversary of XIIXI's Courtesy Of The Mafia

GLOOK X RIESKI - XIIXI's Courtesy Of The Mafia (Extended Intro)

MetallicVessel

Cheetah Print

newportland. 

rip HEADASS U

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