prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Down and down it goes...

Lyrics:
I try to forget we happened, I try to not think of you
but all my thoughts still take your shape and imitate the things you do
there’s shades of you inside the lake beneath a static gibbous moon
can’t shake the stubborn memories from our romantic interludes

can’t escape the melancholy as the spiral’s turning downward
it’s a bed of blooming orchids and a pyro burning flowers
it’s hours that turn to weeks, our dates replay in random loops
upon the surface of these two vortexes gazing back at you

I’m just a fool who thought he was clever with plans in motion
romantic notions, who would handle rejection and withstand corrosion
(but I’m a) gossamer web of canceled connections 
dismantled affection, (and you’re a) haunted house of mirrors with scrambled reflections

it’s a rampant infection of doubts, the clouds that veil my face
shrouds of shadows that flit over me - a crown of pale light rays
it’s the inhale and the plunge below the memories I’m submerged in
it’s the nice view from a month ago, when everything was perfect

I try to forget we happened, try to think of something else
I tried to drown the entire thing inside a drink but nothing helps
it’s hell, affected mental health, I tried to tackle the feelings
take a sledgehammer to your pedestal, but can’t manage to swing it

(Cuz I was) infatuated with you, it’s that forks of lightning tingle
it’s that feeling of my heart exploding forth in brightened pixels
it’s the feeling of losing that feeling, feeling like I fucked it up
the thoughts evolved, they’re peeling off the ceiling tiles to run amok

don’t hear the silver linings, it’s unbearable, it’s bullshit
having you here right beside me is the only scenario I’m cool with
I don’t want to forget but I have to, I know I should just move on
delete the socials, and our messages, then I’ll be good with you gone

cuz I know that just because I felt it, that doesn’t mean it’s real
I know the reasons you told me, but not the ones you keep concealed
I got too comfortable with you beneath a motionless moon
I just hope as time oozes forward that I’ll get over it soon

Downward (prod. ibrahim)

...It Mutates!
Part One: Umbra

prod. @geo_1022
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I heard an echo of you - a vast distance between us 
when I woke from that nightmare that transition was seamless
grass isn’t as green as I thought below this static cloud
as my cold, dramatic house stands hidden beneath it

see I’m climbing up the walls to pop some champagne on the summit
I’m aware it’s just a mirror, but still my hand may opt to punch it
I just stare at what I fear, it’s in the closets, the corners, and cards
hallways distorting, I think your ghost is the source of the dark

we’re worlds apart (but you’re whispering my name again)
I stare at burning stars(only difference is the way it’s said)
and lay in bed, there’s something off, a bunch of wrong guesses
know there’s nothing there, but fuck it still has such a strong presence 

I’m restless, my bed’s in this poltergeist spawn point
with my spectral white shepherd; his pulverized dog toys
odd noises upstairs, a floor that freezes and melts
a roof I don’t understand, and a door that keeps to itself


stuck in hell, yeah I truly think I lost it this - time
the lights start to flicker and the faucets drip - slime
the ceiling keeps growing and the walls are skin - tight
there's mutating portraits in a locket’s insides

there’s a ghost here, and it got inside this machine
so when the smoke clears, I just want to find some relief
this shit is so weird, even though I know it’s not real
your umbra snuck in and my shadow got peeled


I just can’t forget you, but shadows aren’t a roommate
experiments in test tubes, a sampled thought that mutates
under observation it changes
annihilation of the self I’m running on the patient

I hate when the ceiling’s full of fingers that grab in reverse
I watch it ripple at the wrists of the hands that emerge
balance nerves with Irish whiskey and random liqueurs
that haven’t cured the visions that are bringing this phantom of yours

it’s a curse, it’s a rotating smile in the dark
from an old flame - a cold vein defiling this heart
I say I’m OK as I sleep in through my tenth alarm
fending off dreams that easily remove defensive charms

it says “NOW” on the clock, my bedroom door becomes ajar
there’s a growl and a bark, my dog is sure that’s something’s wrong
a top one hundred siren song, I nearly let go of this realm
there’s glowing fissures in the walls - I’m hearing echoes of myself

Umbra (prod. Garrett.)

A song inspired by the Robert Eggers' film "The Lighthouse".

prod. @wurlishmouk
mix. @headhaunter
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I thought I saw it inside yesterday’s tide
below the leaky vessels that our yellow rays guide
and inky albatross feathers take flight
far above a trident wielding god who tethers great whites

the lighthouse stretches so high
and the fire in the top is like a lidless gold eye
spire on a rock and a witless lowlife
with a wooden figurine that he whittles all night

I looked into the sea and saw a shimmering light
and the shadow of his famous weapon with its three spikes
where souls of dead sailors hold their mysteries tight
and are only freed from their shackles when the king likes

mermaid dreams, salty foam skies
wailings of a siren but the harpies don’t cry
bloated whale carcass and larvae grown flies
spectre sails flown where the pirate parties won’t pry

mesmerized by the burning wick bright
stare at black waves infinite that turn your insides
work there with a person that you’re sure to despise
as you murmur words of murder ’til it hurts your windpipe

empty lobster traps and the last red drop of wine
spoiled rations lost among the jagged rocks and brine
talking at seagulls that clearly haven’t got the time
slack jawed and petrified within the lantern’s haunting shine

a bloody film encrusting the entire shoreline
dark tentacles that twist and curl inside a warped mind
a sacred fish is skewered on Poseidon’s fork tines
in the deep where drowned heroes in their final form dine

The Lighthouse (prod. wurlishmouk)

...It Mutates! 
Part Two: Message Not Delivered

prod. @geo1022
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:  

(Remember way back when? When we were good and everything was fine?)

When we'd message everyday, you know, to truly connect
But I used to duck for cover when you'd shoot me a text
You'd choose a name, safety off, it didn't matter who it said
Gunpowder residue left on your finger after you hit send

On a secure line you madly tapped on all the keys
I was your primary target, you caps locked onto me
Heat seeking, but couldn't bear to take some damage
Send a missile back and you'd deploy a flair for the dramatic

Then you'd leave me on read, appearing online with green dots
Played with friendly fire, hitting allies with screenshots
Declassified sweet talk, they saw what we said
they wouldn't let it slide, I had to army crawl in DM's

I pulled the PIN I always open my phone with
To see you lobbed something my way and hoped it exploded
Just know that type of shrapnel was a hull destroying hit
And the messenger was riddled with a bullet pointed list

Before it all collapsed, who knew a wall of text from you could hurt?
Knew the sentence long before I saw the executioner
I got the block, while that angry mob of desperate nerds
Couldn't wait to see that news/noose, hanging on your every word

…Huh, it formed a powerful stillness
I tried to connect the dots before the bouncing ellipsis
Had eclipsed this feeling with a different one to show me
The message you had sent was just a finger gun emoji


(Although I never sent a text back… I felt phantom vibrations on my thigh, anxious to see your name pop up on that screen)


A haunting ringtone melody that's full of wrong notes
Plays on your ghosting ship, complete with skulls and crossbones
Not just me who can hear all those mutineer's lost souls
Groan as you unlock your phone with a nuclear launch code



Felt like there were skilled marksmen telling me to write a sentence
You were like a drill sergeant yelling at a private message
It left tenants shell shocked as your lightning bolts flanked
With a major upset as you tried to pull rank

You'd treat your cellphone like a Ouija Board
To scream at friends so dead to you, they're ghosts that you've seen before
In treaties of war, you'd insist on the worst deals
It's not a contacts app, it's a list of confirmed kills

It's a mushroom cloud that followed every message you sent with
A violent shockwave that buried several friendships you've ended
I'm in the wrong grave, and there's a fresh hell waiting
Wading in a sea of "read" receipts and spent shell casings

I debated retaliating with a blitz I'd send you later
But I bypassed the timer and I clicked the detonator
I was expecting a response, so I never crossed a finger
And I got three words: "message not delivered"

Message Not Delivered (prod. Garrett.)

...It Mutates!
Part Three: Fly Buzz Halo

prod. @geo_1022
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

Ayo, I could really use your help
I need a hand other than the one our future dealt
feel like such a loser asking, but the situation’s dire
it’s not every day you take a risk and get to play with fire

so I need some antivenin with cures that dispel the bends,
plus a sturdy weapon for the sole purpose of self-defence would be great
and maybe give a word or two of encouragement
since my brain feels like a bear that’s gotten loose in the circus tent

and I’m moving towards the end of a story someone’s weaving
careening right off the street when the scenery’s buzzing locust
I’m soaking, so sweaty, steam is releasing but nothing opens
the focus is gone, I can’t help but feeling it’s fucking hopeless

and in the darkness that our frilled sun devours
go behind my back where the handle’s still jutting outwards
and pull the blade out slow, show the inner loop cut
splash some whiskey on it to clean it and stitch the wound up


I wish these snakes were your arms
howling wind was your laughter, that the flames were your palms
that the darkness held answers, that the shards were in a prism
I wish that I could go back and start at the beginning

wish I didn’t fuck it up - with a dry tongue payload
wings scrap metal and a fly buzz halo
we might untether and the cables might snap
just say “I love you” and I’ll say it right back


I wish I knew what to say, I wish this wasn’t so difficult
wish this emptiness I’m feeling wasn’t something so visceral
and I wish you could help me, it feels like some kind of joke
to be crushed between these walls and still be stung by the cold

I had a brush with Newton’s laws, and now the liquor’s neck deep
see, I’m barely held together by the skin of red teeth
you’ve been living rent free, up here waiting so patiently
as pink folds of brain matter spell the phrase of “No Vacancy”

been maintaining eye contact with the void yet again
and I’m acutely aware of what that void represents
so I sit and sift through wreckage left by something that I said
while I’m clapping at the flies, that are buzzing by my head

and in the harsh light the night swallows up whole
trace your fingers down the scar until tomorrow unfolds
and sheath that well honed blade, save a mostly bruised heart
splash some whiskey inside the glass and then toast to new starts, please


I wish these snakes were your arms
howling wind was your laughter, that the flames were your palms
that the darkness held answers, that the shards were in a prism
I wish that I could go back and start at the beginning

wish I didn’t fuck it up - with a dry tongue payload
wings scrap metal and a fly buzz halo
we might untether and the cables might snap
just say “I love you” and I’ll say it right back

Fly Buzz Halo (prod. Garrett.)

prod. @wurlishmouk
mix. @headhaunter
art. @headhaunter

Fresh to death.

Lyrics:
On the celestial catwalk that pulls into nothingness,
I went beyond the pale to showcase new looks on my bucket list
I tie dyed a thousand sweats, and washed jeans in a lake of fire
my style slows passing cars, Jesus takes wheels when I change attire

I set trends by accident, when every fit is so cultural
won't trip, but it slips into something more comfortable
when I'm bound to leave, a fucking ghost who's down and X'd out
I'll stare out holes of sheets with at least two thousand thread counts

the pale horseman made an effort helping clean up these bones
and since my ending's made to measure, I'll just reap what he sews
but Death styles things, that can scare a mortal man
play the X-Files theme if I'm in a pair of normal pants

no skully or tinfoil hat that Mulder might have
dripped out, snap-back, melting polar ice cap
submerge myself inside fashion I can breathe through
wear a denim life jacket in the gene pool

this ring's got a buff for plus six agility on it
this snappy dresser brushed the dust off the Infinity Gauntlet
I rock a heart on my sleeve, it's on the bleeding edge of fashion
beats industry standards, a kiss of death on the chic of has-beens

I get down to business in a birthday suit
I wore with Trojans, like Achilles, heel in gauze - I call it "the first aid boot"
cruise the other side's grass in authentic wolf's clothes
blade runs on countless sheep, dream of electric wool coats

coins are so gauche, Dior shades for the ferry home
carried in a Gucci bodybag, and buried in Burberry robes
the devil wears nada, in nothing but plain tops
if the emperor wears no clothes we ain't cut from the same cloth

kick it fresh 'til the end if I'm decomposing or not
one Nike in the grave and one remains unopened in box
I can see dead trends with this fashion sense
serving looks, and I'm dressed to fucking kill in phantom threads

Phantom Threads (prod. wurlishmouk)

...It Mutates!
Part Four: We Could Stay Here Forever

prod. @geo_1022
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
We could stay here forever, collapsing into one another
with our fingers intertwined beneath the covers we’re tucked under
just a couple drunken lovers, a kiss in a hidden bunker
encrypted gallery’s sculptures of things that we did this summer

sick of this heart being subjected to senseless beatings
where the same mono-coloured sun’s setting on every evening
I just want to be with you, you’re like a breath of fresh air
it’s electric (frenetic), in a bed that’s thread-bare

it’s where you’re sneaking me a wink across a crowded room
where it’s non-verbal and a simple nod’s a power move
where we’re nocturnal so we meet up at 3:00, fucking
it’s a small circle where the sweet nothings mean something

I’m just a fiend loving every single second shared with you
a nice break from self reflections that I seldom stare into
see in here it’s not stealing, we can kiss, it’s allowed
where we don’t take other people’s feelings into account

We could stay here forever - right under their noses 
We could stay here forever - where no one will notice
We could stay here forever - where shadows light the path
we could stay here together, forever, right behind their backs
x2

The perfect match, the songbirds, the dynamic duo
the kind of catch you long for, the side-having loophole
have cake and eat it too, you know, partners in crime
at least we’re faithful to each other in the dark and the light

bright tape on me reads “caution” often flirting with the deep end
we’ll take off these cheap costumes, drop this curtain we can sleep with
the wrongs we’re being charged with are just purely misdemeanours
with a sparkling clean conscience on this dirty little secret

where we’re twisted up in the bliss that they’re ignorant of
there’s an “in” put in front of the descriptive: “significant other”
it’s more than a tryst, it’s trust, it’s not an affair, it’s unfair
that the smidge of attention that was there becomes rare

we’re one pair mixed in all new chemistry
who needs postured empathy when I’ve got you next to me?
I’m all yours, since nothing’s felt as intense
so let’s stay where we can have fun at someone else’s expense

We Could Stay Here Forever (prod. Garrett.)

…It Mutates!
Part Five: Incomplete Loops

prod. @prod_garrett
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics: 
Death spiral, we twist in an incomplete loop
you lied and I lied, though we didn’t mean to
with each pulse, our sweat streaked skin is see through
our hollowed out skulls, two things that ring true

death spiral, we twist in an incomplete loop
you lied and I lied, though we didn’t mean to
and in bed, our sweat streaked skin is see through
two hands around my neck, one thing that rings true


I’ve got a doubt or two that’s blooming in my head
you’ve got a memory that’s choosing what I said
the threatening sound of hooves is booming where I tread
with the slightest misstep and it’s ruined once again

became a fist that just wants merge with a chin
while you were slurping out skeletons without disturbing the skin
it’s just another naked truth that we’ll vehemently deny
but like a parasitic worm, they see the secrets in our eyes, it’s a lie


Death spiral, we twist in an incomplete loop
you lied and I lied, though we didn’t mean to
with each pulse, our sweat streaked skin is see through
our hollowed out skulls, two things that ring true

death spiral, we twist in an incomplete loop
you lied and I lied, though we didn’t mean to
and in bed, our sweat streaked skin is see through
two hands around my neck, one thing that rings true


it bubbles to the surface with words you’d blurt out in sleep
you had me immolated in a dream world you burned down with glee
I see recurring motifs, the tone is tinged with resentment
you seem so closed off and cold and your phone that’s hidden reflects this

it’s a death wish to prod or question the loop itself
but maybe in other loops I got the affection that you’ve withheld
evade the fucking truth.. like we’re free of wrong doing
but I’ll never lie again, I’ll let the sleeping dogs do it (it’s a fucking death spiral)

Incomplete Loops (prod. Garrett.)

…It Mutates!
Part Six: Koi No Yokan

prod. @prod_garrett
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
I had this dream of you that didn't come true
I've been clicking "delete", "remove", "rescind", and "undo"
but the room is on fire, it's twisting up through the roof 
plumes of smoke leading to a glistening blood moon

it threw my heart for a loop, it's like abusive drug use
the hole in my chest is just a hoop to jump through
it's so stupid.. and I worked nonstop to patch it
but during REM sleep my eyes were knocked off their axis

had my body besieged,  revolting thoughts 
can't seem to shake the feelings, their tendrils are holding on
caught between awake and sleeping - lounging in the nexus
down bad, dreams crushed, ground into a fresh mix

felt sick, itching under all the costumes we had worn
and the fact you didn't want me made me want you even more
I know it's pathetic, so shove it, or throw it on the pile
you're droning on about it, but it's so ineffective, because


it's a premonition of love - and it's creating something sick
it overstayed its welcome and won't take a fucking hint
it's a premonition of love - that's not aware of what it is
with reckless abandon, it doesn't care if something sticks

it's a premonition of love - and it's shifting loose debris
an empire of dirt that I've been sifting through a screen
it's a premonition of love - and it's depicting you and me
who knew a void this big would fit me to a tee?


I'm dealing with it, groggy, the cup is holding coffee
feeling tilted, off balance, but, nothing's rolling off me
I'm hocking up flames, the pain's becoming artwork
my mind won't change, but it mutates into something far worse

I find those dates, get rearranged, inside the corners of my skull
something hopeful in a place that's primed with horrors by default
the walls are thick, the ceiling's damp, the plumbing's been leaking
a healing hand is the fingers of whiskey numbing this feeling

I've been in denial, even though the matter's all but settled
conversations with myself but didn't have the heart to tell him
a reflection with a red nose and strep throat coughs inside a fantasy
as the rest of his head floats off in spite of gravity

grappling with the fact I'm still obsessed
but at least I hide it better, plus I haven't felt depressed
I don't break tradition, so can it, or add it to the list
you're drafting new prescriptions, and it won't make a difference, since

Koi No Yokan (prod. Garrett.)

…It Mutates!
Part Seven: Figure Eight Teeth

prod. @prod_garrett
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
I caught wind of it; rumors of a prolonged mystery
I was loyal to a fault, we grew apart in close proximity
while boxed in we soured on each other in a basement suite
opposite ends, I used wonder when we'd make them meet

information gleaned from the ghost of our bedroom
caused stomach knots, learned that subterfuge was most of your schedule
a number pops, then there goes another text sent in secret
I was your rock, and you were all the fucking insects beneath it 

I guess you think I'm fucking stupid, perceiving a subtle movement
to me must just be a fluke, but like cheating, there's nothing to it
who would trust their partner? And then try to troubleshoot it?
guess my eyes adjust to darkness long after I've sunk into it

I'm just as nauseous now, mixing up tears with drops of rain
you flushed our progress down with enough years to clog the drain
for such a falling out you act like nothing's wrong or taboo 
or maybe guilt itself couldn't stomach gnawing at you


so just know, that I'm bitter and then some
vandalized signs that read "manipulate me"
lies spun from cold lips and a red tongue
with a rotating set of figure eight teeth

this is not a bad dream, this could change your world view
you could hear the wrong name - figure out what hurts you
you might sense a faint snap, you might feel your limbs twitch
you may start to see red, yeah, this’ll sting a bit


I know I shouldn’t miss you or feel a pang of nostalgia
it’s just a struggle to survive inside this sludge of solitude
so here I am again, oblivion adjacent
reside in a clenched fist like all my grudges often do

it was a fully justified gut feeling
with a flash flood of tears and mountain ranges of regret
I sit and stew on things you probably don’t remember
mere moments of your time that took me ages to forget


As the moon begins its shift, the sun'll set with muted colours
near a hill that's lined with every "just a friend" that you can muster
I busted the bunker, and jumped the crocodile tears moat
then broke our common law with what a solid wall fears most

so here goes the last spurt of blood from a heart that's sewn shut
over things you won't admit and under stars that don't budge
beyond the same partner's cold touch
something's causing pain, but in the darkness, it's so hard to know what

I just know that I'm bitter and then some
vandalized signs that read "manipulate me"
lies spun from cold lips and a red tongue
with a rotating set of figure eight teeth

this is not a bad dream, this could change your world view
you could hear the wrong name - figure out what hurts you
you might sense a faint snap, you might feel your limbs twitch
you may start to see red, yeah, this’ll sting a bit

Figure Eight Teeth (prod. Garrett.)

…It Mutates!
Part Eight: Pain

prod. @prod_garrett
mix. @headhaunter
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
A serrated edge halo and some poorly preened wings
you pecked my cheek as words you said just formed a mean thing
but darling, you're my vice and I was led by your hands
that squeezed my head and turned my eyes into a Venn diagram

your fighting stance is default, button mashed attack moves
had left stab wounds large enough to pass a hand through
and that hand threw this crumpled fucking life in the toilet
(you shut the lid) just to flush a couple spiraling koi fish

rivalling voices in this head all scream in agony
it won't cease until what's in this chest agrees you're bad for me
you're answering and then you grow distant like former colleagues
as you're making origami out of men who show interest

shit, you'd reel me right back with the need to try again
when I'd slip out of your grasp and then feel you guide it in
rewind and pause it here, we can see you hiding it
a mind I lost for years then tearfully reunited with


I'd let you ruin my life, I'd let you bite through the skin 
as long as we're still a thing (girl, you hurt me bad)
you could gouge out my eyes, tell me lies from the start
as long as we're not apart (girl, you hurt me bad)
x2

I've been sucker punched countless times
aim the barrel at me, send another one down the line
outside I seem fine, but on the inside nothing stays put
spleen, stomach, heart, kidneys, and my lungs exchange looks

drunk on dark whiskey, paired with a bite of my tongue
holding your gaze, more like a glare that could rival the sun's
I felt partial to you when your secret life was fulltime
you'd wave a red flag, I'd treat it like a bullseye, 

I got gored, chest pains, the queen's pawn, I'm on board to get played
and she's drawn nylon cords to bedframe, it's checkmate
you edged me - it left me broke, now I've got to deposit some things
you made your statement, should've banked on you withdrawing from me

then we're talking like you're tracking what I'm up to
try to listen intently but you would smack me if I bugged you
you pinned me to the wall, and promised I survived the worst
I'm the main exhibit, the product of your finest work

Pain (prod. Garrett.)

feat. @yori_beats
prod. @btmkr3000
mixed by @ibr
covert art by @chriswrightotj

N/A feat. Yori

The big bad @boof-radley

producer. @sandpeoplecologne
mixer. @ibr
cover artist. @chriswrightotj

Lyrics:
Boof
My drugs are dank, we be stankin you can smell the jankum
Shootin up horse tranqs and watchin shawshank redmeption
Vibin out to Morgan freeman huffin seahorse seaman 
I got powers with downers even eeyore feindin 
Boof the best with the mescaline
Shawty say I'm too masculine so I'm injecting estrogen
I Keep the zicam on my nightstand 
Im a nice man I'm the similaun iceman 
I'm the night man, shouts out to Charlie
We stay sniffin glue smoking weed bumpin marly
Hardly
Yellow man in my speakers, Xans and the reefer 
Crack and some meth in my sneakers
Sketchers 
My wiener like an mc Escher 
There's no start no end it just goes on and on and on
Triplets is hatin I fucked your mom your mom your mom
It's just a plant mara Juan a Juan a Juan 
Yeah ya know me, sippin peyote 
In Nairobi with a shaman droppin x in my ramen 
Rocking Jon Bon Jovi fuckin brony's
I did krokodil in 2012 with Joseph Kony that's the homie

Headhaunter
My drugs are dope, we be smoking, puffing psychotropics
chrome spray paint diet, half my eyes are closing
synthemesc in my homogenized milk, eating corn pops
baggies in my socks of fine silk, speed through check stops
can't remember where I left my keys, going to home bed
to sleep on top a sheet of LSD
taking marijuana rectally, it's all that I can do
almost overdosed solely off the contact high from Boof
raise the roof before the roofies take effect
wake up nude, expired ludes are on my breath taste the best
in this mescaline Slurpee, feel adrenaline surging
trying to find my spirit animal while dressed as a furry
slept on a gurney, been burning cat-nip in a blunt
I hold breath so hard I've got a fucking callus on my lungs 
I'm robbing pharmacies while drunk on Oxyclean
forgot to wear to my sock or jeans, wait, shit what's your policy?
conversate with plants in nightshade gardens
mumble high grade jargon, sniffin' dye based markers
wake up and gargle frog venom, saw the walls bending
tripping balls, tip and fall, spin in chairs like Bond villains

Headhaunter & Boof Radley - My Drugs

Prod. @abembeats
Mix. @ibr
Art. @passive155 (on twitter)

Lyrics:
Forest falls with beads of sweat, you've been chopping trees again/
you've been talking sweet revenge, with disembodied feline heads/
you can feel it in your molecules, it swirls inside your bones/
you want a world of your own, so you can burn it down and grow/
but the roots, they writhe like tentacles and never let go/
axe head will lay those pesky woods to rest with death blows/
don't choke or cough on fluids in your helmet, red bones/
and murder weapons swept up in a millisecond, get thrown/
around in flash floods, don't nod off, knock knock/
have to meet the quota like, chop chop, chop chop/
all your dearest friends are horizontal trees/
you barely eat and rarely sleep, mountains bottom row of teeth/

It's all you've ever known, cus it's all you ever do/
and it's all you'll ever know, cus it's all you'll ever do/
gather the forest and rip it all down/
until that dim blue sun has winked itself out/

You're looking so stagnant, transfixed on red stars/
blunt hatchet, you're scratching nonsense in dead bark/
lifelong interlude, trenchfoot, ships all set off/
on strong winds that had blew, while you're stuck in dense fog/
still swinging, still chipping it forevermore/
never make it to the sea, never with the rest ashore/
rest assured, you'll be here 'til you're one with the forest floor/
as some forage forced to fork your fortune over for the force/
of nature at your door, knock knock, vent a little bit/ 
let your arm extension fell the mess your living in/ 
woodchips explode, puked out the head of an axe/
make it blot out sun, and then you'll get to relax/

Chop Chop

feat. @chriswrightotj
prod. by @kasperisbaked
mixed by @ibr

My lyrics:
I feel as dormant as this tiny, little fireplace/
skin cold and brittle, every single fibre shakes/ 
tucked behind the astral door that's down beside the lake/ 
I just want to sleep all night, then maybe I'll escape/
the wind that howls in no discernible direction/
under clouds that swirl in circles like a wormhole overhead/
it's been a while since I groomed, scrape frost off skin/
hoodied up, phone misplaced long lost friends/ 
I've been down, so numb to the numbness/
liquefied bones, drunk, alone in a lovenest/
where we once slept, poison ivy bed, snow blood specked/
roses pulled down by the icicles, a storm in one breath/ 
so here I sit in the cold, and I wait for it to thaw/
nothing lit, nothing rolled, I just wait for it thaw/
hear it drip, hear it all, I just wait for it thaw/
made a window to the wild and I now wait for it to call/

Is it just me or is it colder than it was before?/
soldier to the summit just to plummet, thinkin' what's it for?/
scared of coming down, like, I don't wanna touch the floor/
drink in the view, shit, I think that you can stomach more than me/
I can't tell where the ground ends and sky starts/
skeleton trees with their white bark and knife marks/
relate to snowfall, as dim as my eyes are/
lost the right parts, to build this DIY heart/
in the bright, I let the icicles melt/
drip drip down the marble statues, I've never felt/
felt, felt this relief, take a second to breathe/
and then treat every drip just like a delicacy/ 
so here I sit in the cold, and I wait for it to thaw/
nothing lit, nothing rolled, I just wait for it thaw/
hear it drip, hear it all, I just wait for it thaw/
made a window to the wild and I now wait for it to call/

Thaw (ft. Chris Wright)

feat. @ibr
prod. @drwn_dot
mix. @ibr

Rock hard below this asteroid belt, exhale breath slow/
open fly, while she's caught inside the James Webb scope/
she could be a star within this vouyerism galaxy/
planets strung together, toys within her gadgetry/
watched her Parker/park her Solar Probe beyond event horizon/
see her flush with solar flares, misrepresents inviting/
booty rises more than tides when she moves/
breaks out the paddle when she's naughty, two dark sides on the moon/
damn, girl's figure's tighter than an airlock/
puts the ass in the astral body, zoom in as her hair falls/
you can hear that booty clap, in the vacuum of space/
call up Planet Express, I've got a package to place/
no pants like Zap Brannigan, I wanna bend her over/
period, I'm serious, I'll even run through red like rovers/
I'm, Curiosity, but that pussy's killing me/
she wants a pillar of creation, not a humble six inch piece/

I call her NASA Akira, crushing hard like a black hole
Her heavenly body puts the hot in Hoth but she acts cold
One giant leap for my manhood when her booty drop
I love her flaws too, even Jupiter got a beauty spot
Bought the Comet Sutra, ten woolongs per chapter
Big spoon and Little Dipper's got a good ring to it like Saturn
Findin the zero-G spot, my Venus for life
Thick as fuck, cuz her butt's a little meatier, right 
Every Tom, Dick, and John knows her pussy Titor
I'm a hadron with a hard-on, we should get in the collider
Always wearin a Gundam, we'll practice safe mechs
No Gagarin reflex, Elon Musk with the SpaceX
She almost got me spellin ISS with an A
No telescope required, my naked eye needs friends for a change
Keep it fresh, and like Pluto - not plan it anymore, and just
Boldly come where no man has come before

Intergalasstic II (ft. ibrahim)

Prod. @btmkr3000
Mix. @ibr
Art. me

Lyrics:
I keep my mind off the bigger picture
Listening to the synthetic purr of the engine as rainclouds fill the mirrors
And watch the droplets snake their way up on the windshield
With a hologram in shotgun and she wonders how the drips feel on her skin
Drift above this neon-lit metropolis I washed up in
Without a thought put forward to my origin
All I want's a drink, I don't care for program glitches
And all these intricate components as my cold hand twitches in artificial skin
I'm indifferent to these advertisements
Half the time it's so called upgrades for a galvanized limb
Cobalt sun rays come through the tint on the spinners windows
I just talk with that hologram while passing Nintendo billboards
She tends to flicker when she's syncing
She winks and says she wishes she was real, I don't share the same ambitions
Abandoned buildings drape their silhouettes on the skyline
She shrinks and pirouettes upon the dash 'til it's twilight
She's enamored by bright lights and her hand points to them all
I just do my job to stop these android coup de tats
She always talks about secrets and missing truths
I just drift off to the sound of the rain as it hits the roof

2049

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. me

Lyrics:
I wouldn't mind dissappearing right about now/
and try to steer towards the sea to drown this strident sound out/ 
two-wheel driving on the upperside of anxious to the final stage/
while staring at the acid rain that's eating at the wiper blades/
fall out hyperspace and drift into a gas giant/
try to blame the type of plane but truth is I'm a bad pilot/ 
ads hyping sales on intimate lines/ 
half off uncomfortable sensations for a limited time/
a free involuntary twitch comes with the panic I feel/
I let my car blink in the ditch until my hands reappear/
you could say I fear it, disappear in act I, the stage is set/
worries worn to specifcations that the tailor met/ 
it says to break the glass in case of uncertainty/
the world will melt into nothing at one little button, I just have to turn the key/
see, I felt the pressure that bubbled, I know that I shouldn't have locked my knees/
I think it's stupid I told you stay calm, that's just hypocrisy/ 

There's no point in me wiping the mud off/ 
without the aplomb, my dreams are subpar, I'm in a dust storm/
while she plays a guitar and hums a love song/ 
about to see her then I wake up on a belt, leading to a buzzsaw/ 
stay to watch me melt down to fluids, stressing out, focused/
on the mouth of madness and it's chewing with its mouth open/
eyes closing, recalibrate the visor on me/
I'm heartbroken, just a valet for white Ferraris/
too panicked but it's my fault, alright I'm sorry/
see my anxiety and my calmness in a fight for glory/
prepping the white hot forks for the cold slab of meat/
keep feet kicked up in this same old atrophy/
in a taxi seat I'm making a getaway quick, in a minute I'm getting up out/ 
of the panic attack in a masterful act of defense with a method pretending I'm fine/ 
I think that I figured the minimal stress level out, settled down/
into the mouth of a blender, king panic attack, metal crown/

Blood, Dust, & Moonlight (prod. ibrahim)

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. me

Listen to part II here: https://soundcloud.com/ibr/sisyphus-ii


I've been introducing pick axes to thick granite in patterns/
crack open the earth like it's cast in ceramic/
hack at frozen dirt and permafrost for pay cheques/
fill the cart with feldspar and roll it to the apex/
the days end but work doesn't, grayscale the world's functions/
veins tend to burst up with gems that might be worth something/
no curmudgeons or foot draggers in these monochrome fields/
if you feel lethargic, hit the cabinet, you can swallow those pills/
it all gets revealed in due time/ 
a land drawn with crude lines, inspect rocks by moonlight/ 
the rare hues slide into the palms of upper management/
retreat to the bottom and they come up in the sand again/
I've been stashing gems, although I know it's all for naught/   
let's just say the last who got caught didn't get a long stern talk/
hard stone carved with fossils come up every now and then, 
and coworkers who succumb to the heat exhaustion, sleep beneath the flower beds/
I sleep beneath the thoughts of moonstone and star-corundum/
I've seen my fellow man with noses that were stark and dusted/
in the darkened junctions of the tunnel system/
there's been whispers of a revolution under thumps of pistons/ 
I'm not seduced by the thought, well not yet at least/
my only friends are cymophanes and grains of olovine/
not sure if I ought to be more than a cog in this machine/
blot the sun out with a pick axe, it's a stage of entropy/

Sisyphus I (prod. ibrahim)

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b_HOtUKcak

feat. @ibr
prod. @kastrosplace
mix. @ibr
art. me

Lyrics:
It's been about thirty two minutes or so/
and I'm clutching foolish optimism like she'll slip through the door/
and sit down with a story, telling of traffic -
"Would you care for a refill?"/
yeah, thank you, sorry I tend to overshare with people/
it's just I've had quite the crush on her for - "I'll be right back with your drink"/
oh well, it's only been sixty-one minutes I think/
clink ice cubes with a straw, the table's candles forming puddles/
rest my fist below my jaw, her car could be the source of trouble/
but she hasn't read the multitude of texts I sent, and I won't reprehend/
like it could be an emergency, or she went to bed, maybe she just -/
"Sorry to interrupt, but are you ready to order?
we're closing soon, I recommend the lobster on arugula, the dish is new and-"/
No, I'll get the fettuccine, please, with chicken/
text her one last time, it's urgent, damn, she knows the evening's ticking/ 
like I'm a decent guy, well, at least from what I've heard/
I don't think I'll find the courage to stand up and say goodbye/

and I'm still waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, resolve never waning/
and still I'm waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, I'm waiting and waiting/

I'm waiting for her to reply to my text/
I know it says "seen" but maybe she didn't see it just yet/
"I guess, but you've been here for three days, that doesn't seem strange to you?"  
So what? She's late, and this table's purely made for two/
my plate of food, has grown a bit cold in the past month/ 
but it's not too far fetched for someone to run late and catch up/
any second now, she'll- 
"Do you want this to go, or should I just throw it out, it's been a year-"/
No thanks, no point in acting like it's over now/
I know my beard's an overgrowth and I'm becoming one with this chair/
but a decade's nothing, I won't be the one who's under-prepared/
for the future, cause she'll arrive and we'll survive the ruins/
until time folds in upon itself, so what's your two cents?/
...hm, I guess he left or he closing up the business/
I can hear metallic thumping and explosions in the distance/
a stray dog is chewing on a human bone right by the entrance/
there's barbaric men outside and all they're toting make-shift weapons/
I just think it's odd she's hasn't tried to phone or send a message/
but I'll wait right here 'til time as we know it is non-existent/
I'll just wait here and drink until the last one's dry/
I mean c'mon really, I'm a stand up guy/

Spotify!

Stand Up Guy (ft. ibrahim)

feat. @chriswrightotj and @toccimc
add vocals. @atwoodotj
prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. me


Lyrics:
Headhaunter

Let the door rust off the hinges, shake the droplets off/
then fall asleep to the sounds of wailing sirens and those barking dogs/
I couldn't know that marked a box, droplets of blood on her polka dots/
had to replace that soaked red bandage, out a phantasm I broke the locks/
dead language bargains, dust-swept chasms, parking lots/
illusions shatter and coat the car, swerve off cliffs, land on the rocks/
carbon monoxide exhaust, lost for a long time I walked/
through oblong doorways in a post-apocalyptic honor system/
jungle rotten frostbit king, I talk in automated responses/ 
all withdrawals are taken out wasp nests, debit cards are veiled in thick cobwebs/
no contest, watch the flakes of ash out the window/
see the shapes amass shouting signals, ain't no way to back down and dip out/
the trap door, take out the hacksaw, act four, director says action/
I'm back on set, wide angle lens, see the lights flash on with the cameras, wait, hang on/
this is a trick, misdiagnosis and mysteries go hand in hand/
we step on permafrost, my world's the wrong side up with barren land/

Chris Wright & Atwood

I have a hard Time telling
Can’t get higher like a felon
Broke boy dreams what I’m selling
No take backs like yo girl
Don’t take shots with a pellet
My sound kinda like a relic
Never there for you but you felt it
Take a little step in my world

Tocci

Milly Rock then I roll like Elvis
Bitch clean yallssmell like shellfish
jawline clean I just can't help it
Kill the show we man we cant help it
every second is another selfie from a groupie bitch trying to hop a ride
but they hiding gas money acting like everythings always free in life
Bitch get off
Talking bout these copycats
I'm more focus where the fuck my socks are at
Got bed head with the jew fro
keep the time like hugo
Bitch get off where you when roaches were in my cereal
Now these roaches acting all cheerio
leaving roaches all on my centerfold

My World (ft. Chris Wright & Tocci)

prod. @abembeats
mix. @ibr

Lyrics:
Andromeda galaxy's outside the window, and I've been adrift by the crystals that wink out in harmony/ 
signals deflect through the pinholes that alternate blinks with their colorless glow/
I slip through the folds in a ship that escaped its bottle, I got the whole hull, painted all gold/
cold in the cosmos, brain unfurls into a 1970's space-age novel/

now the Pinwheel galaxy is outside the window, the windshield cracks accentuate the starlight/
off-white spheres of ice are circled in the mist, the shadows of the solar system huddled 'round the bonfire/
but I'm drifting past in a bucket of bolts that's stuck in a solar wind gust of comet tail dust/
in abundance rushing towards the crust of everything that ever was and ever will be, I'm just hoping that my feet don't fail me/

a universe in a tea cup, need to be beamed up, need a key to release, the secrets sealed up/
need a seat to see the freedom, I seek, I sleep seasons, seems infeasible/
it's a voyage, I need to repair the pipes that burst in imagination systems, that flooded up with a vengeance/
and caused a slipstream that swallowed me whole from out the Tadpole galaxy and turned my ship into a tiny crumpled ball of wreckage/

like fuck, there's nothing outside of the window, except for a star-gate sequence on loop/
and I float out there, listless, spiraling inside dimensions that had all their ceilings removed/
in an arcade game long forgot in the backroom, I can't breathe and I'm doomed, deep in this vacuum/
it's almost tranquil, zoned out in my helmet, this vanishing act was.. past-due/

Voyager

prod. @abembeats
mix. @ibr

Lyrics:
I've been in love with her, and I'm sure, she's been in love with me/
inside year or so long day dreams, it seems the deleted scenes had made up our life/
we were in freak flash floods that swept both of us off our feet, but it all/
panned out, hoping nobody seen that we made out under the rug/
had the trips to the moon and then fun in the sun, concerning us, we'd never shut up/
about one another, but-but the thing was ironic, could never quite untie our tongues/
I was drunk and honey-bee buzzed in a first class seat to ride/
upwards to fantasy you'd hear my cartoon drawn heart off-beat/

we flew over prismatic seas, surrealistic scenery/
she took my hand and began to speak of job opportunities that she reached/
she would be oh so far away from me, but I could never make her refuse/
something, that dear to her so, I told her that it was all "great, you should do it/
we'll be more than fine I will promise, cross my deflated heart being honest/
not a sob story that we were dropped in, there's just a lot here to process"/
so we talk-talked as the dust settled, watched the ceiling ripple on rose petals/
shell-shocked, watching the sun melt upon the dash, foot light on the pedal/

She took her jet-pack and she went, 
beyond the stratosphere, but still sends/
texts to me throughout turmoil
and gets a smile on my face again and again/
we're togetherish but at least we're together
and we're still daydreaming scenes/
no director in, but we film on set
even though we go and paint green on screens/
she's so far away but I feel so close to her, may just be real/
no phantom pain, but phantom pleasure and of course I'm set on making a sequel/
radioactive dirt, I could plant a seed that became a tree/
because I've been in love with her and I'm sure, she's been in love with me/

Togetherish

feat. @ibr
prod. @abembeats
mix. @ibr

Lyrics:
Headhaunter:
Ax heads glisten in the twilight, chop the guards down/
and whittle them all down to nothing to see the wood chips blot the stars out/
I cough up a dark cloud, heart burns with forest fires/
animals howl at the scene as our kingdom's surely fortified/ 
I'm followed around by organ grinders with some somber songs as evergreens/
are drained of all their color as they fall and fall to frenzied swings/ 
from this death machine, that's hacking at tangled roots/
no conscience barks at me, grab ancient sequoias to break in two/

Hook:

I just chop and chop, chop the forest down to make a living/
under skeletal flocks of vultures and the acid rain that singes/
I just chop and chop, non-stop, won't halt or take a minute/
in the densest fog with mother nature making strange incisions/
I still chop and chop, chop the forest down to make a killing/
chop away the vines that reach towards my legs and break the feeling/  
of being over-encumbered, and not in control/ 
work the rest of my days but I want to go home/

Ibrahim:
I'm kissing maple trees with chainsaw tongues
Watch 'em bleed sap and leave behind a trail of dropped crumbs
And unstitch a million-acre quilt of ivy and moss
I'm an automaton with a hatchet striking a clock
In a metropolis populated by sycamore and hickory 
To rhythms of falling logs and a snapping twig symphony 
And as half-tempo my watch goes by and the sun crawls across the sky 
I chop at pines in the grasp of drowsy Father Time
My dreams are splintered fragments, visions of timber split by axes,
Paths littered with future cribs and caskets
Every swing a pendulum, sever roots till they're cleft in two
'Cause it's all I've ever known and it's all I'll ever do

Headhaunter:
Dim blue light refracts off ax heads from shadows to rainbows/
and leaves your psyche impacted when it glows, it accents the pathos/
I uproot dandelion weeds until they blow the sun out/
oaks are tugged down while eternity still laughs and pokes his tongue out/
and now I cut every hedge into animals, watch 'em come to life/
I daydream an off-world escape, where I live far away on the upper side/
but still unto forever and I'm non compos mentis/
a drop of sweat into the void where the chops chops are endless/

Chop Chop cont. (ft. ibrahim)

feat. @atwood
prod. @officialbiosphere and @citygrl
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I can't seem to say a word but i hope that you see the message in my eyes
And i know this sounds absurd but girl i still feel our connection in the silence
I'm mumbling around you
You still hang around me
I love that i found you
But i just cannot speak
In the presence of a goddess 
Girl i think you keep me quiet
And i like it

Oh man, I think it's love at first sight
I hope I dream the same scenario that runs through her mind
I've got the wherewithal to play it out, take her out to outer space
I've planned the date down to a science, while her eyes just, how you say, uhh

nevermind, I'm trying to say she's something else
she manipulates my glacial heart, that her tongue could melt
I'm hunkered down in bunkers 'round a lovely battlefield
my safety's on, but all the butterflies still flutter out the gun barrels

I think a cat got my.. what's it called
we had locked eyes once and you could cut the tension with uh, something sharp
tons of sparks and other smart metaphors formed between us
in uncharted territory, need to procure some visas

like those triangle things in Giza, so visually stunning/
I'm a sucker for that uhh colored hair and her lips are so lovely
like the damn, what's the word, her freckles like stars that speckle the sky or something
I don't know I think my mind is buffering, I'm just speechless

Hook

You've got the. .touch.. of. a million angels
A pill i take to levitate to go higher than rainbows

A.... a.... no I've got it on the tip of my tongue hold on

Oh! And you're an angel
Okay hang on
I know that wasn't very charming but
Your alabaster keys strike the strings of my heartbeat
And make me stop and think, well. .not think.. i mean partly
But i just cannot seem to find something that hits the mark
How'd this even start?
Maybe i should buy a teleprompter
Type out all my sentences ahead of time
Finesse these awkward situations
But maybe that wouldn't be genuine
And I'd begin to slip into a state of charted destinations
A place so far away from yesterday's cathartic stasis
Guess it's hard to say that when my tongue's tied I still feel amazing
You make me feel amazing
You make me feel amazing
You make me uhhhh

Speechless w/ Atwood (prod. biosphere & City Girl)

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCdNwuyB2dw

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
The screen door mesh framed the prologue perfectly/
as the clouds coiled into something more serpentine/
fervently, my eyes darted back and forth to catch a glimpse/
and managed to see something land beyond the glassy palaces/
dust rippled off speakers for emergency broadcasts/
as some unmarked vehicles were circling on past/
streaming different colored tape you're not allowed through/
all the while a vivid darkness swirling in the clouds brewed/
my stomach free fell every time I craned my neck/
peering up and out the world that maybe never paid its debts/
the weather vanes were bent from winds that seemed to change direction/
on a whim, impaling pretty songbirds onto tapered ends/
it started making sense when reporters stormed en masse/
cameras forward, prying up the boards, disclosing fortunes stashed/
but it was more than that, when they switched the channel/
to a discarnate voice saying more just hit the ground/

and so plentiful rumors sprout out the weeds/
trying to get a stranglehold on the brand new intrigue/
because it came from above and shimmered when it fell/
to here, shattering the facets of an upper realm/

I saw the silhouette of consequence/
up on the hill surveying the entire continent/
as many more fell, well into a countless digit/
peppering the field of view, the seeds that grew we're now infinite/
clouds were shifting more amorphic by the second/
like a portal pouring endless gemstones on the poor and helpless/
"pandemonium" could not express the event/
as the sand dunes were melting into a mess I've never beheld/
I shut the cover of my moisture trap manually/
the rattling up above had been addling my brain from back to front/
I could barely recognize the retooled, pelted ground/
that was beaten down beneath the steel wool textured clouds/
and I sat and stared up at the thriving storm that built a scenic view/
as ragged wires of light engulfed the night so unbelievable/
the water rushed around me, the strangest thing I've ever seen/
as the open door framed the epilogue expertly/

It Came From Above (prod. ibrahim)

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
Headlights passing tinged the scene with pink colors/
that painted her still life on the screens of cinemas/
doves scraped off skies like cream would sing of us/
while I stared at their bright time freezing wing flutters/
I was melting so senseless, so dead to all things/
but she anchored me to realism with her soft skin/
lent an ear to all my problems and let me crawl in/ 
with a comfort not akin to what those other broads bring/
it was autumn on the cusp of that December depression/
when inertia taught revenge as a lesson/
but it all started to unravel half a month ago/
on a halcyon Monday when a coffee mug had broke/
she was standing there with both her pale hands unmoved/ 
with fear to match her absolute shock, all paid for/
with a loud explosion of uncalculated magnitude/
and green ceramic fragments strewn across the hallway floor/
tipped with secrecy and answers like, "I'm fine/
I've just been such a klutz, I promise I'm alright"/
and she went in the kitchen, flipped the light switch on/
and I swear I saw her flicker in sync with the bulb/ 

and so it goes, when you feel the strings unravelling/
when the the skin starts crackling and all you know/
has all begun vanishing, it's all off balance and/
you fall and fall, you fall and fall/
 
Staring at blue ripples of dim light up on the ceiling/
exiting a dream, while losing count of times it had repeated/
I upheaved my face to see her silhouette in the room/
she was on her phone, the glow was firing pestilent hues/
I said something to break the ample silence/
and she spun around startled slightly as our eyes met/
the glow spiralled up like a spotlight catching diamonds/ 
as her phone plunged with a thud that was seismic/
but it didn't fumble from her fingers like she said in the moment/
I could see it crystal clear how it really unfolded/
it fell through her hands like they didn't exist/
and phased through her skin like some intricate trick/
so she broke down with sapphire tears streaming down/
she was saying she was sorry and she feared speaking out/
scared of disappearing for good in an instant/
she looked like she meant it when the weird petered out/
we talked until normality had snuck into the bedroom/
with a false sense of gravity that loves to misdirect you/ 
she started sinking quickly through the hardwood floor/
one, then two legs screaming au revoir/
I shot my hand out to catch her and felt nothingness/
a feeling that could not be captured with an simple utterance/ 
I could barely comprehend feeling my lover dissolve/
but chased the noise down the steps to see her slumped at the door/
she was pushing herself up with hands that weren't there/
tears ran down partial cheekbones with scant auburn hair/ 
and there were faint echoes of her voice flitting nowhere/
as she mouthed the words "I'm sorry", in the choked air/
it was cold, she was there and then she wasn't/
no dramatic flair and not fully aware of what resulted/  
the door swung open, I saw birds of pink colors/
for a while I stared at their time burning wing flutters/

Outgoing (prod. ibrahim)

prod. @officialbiosphere
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter


Tall tales - short attention span.


Lyrics:
It was a while ago but I used to make origami/
I used to fold washi paper into cranes for a hobby/
I formed their bodies with perfect angles and dog-eared corners/
making everything from Bengal Tigresses to pale Border Collies/

where you could pull their tails to make them flap their wings/
or pinch their necks to make them roar with their complex anatomies/
but that all came crashing down tragically when, well what happened is/
or was, a horrible freak paper cut accident/

so I tried out something different and practiced martial arts a bit/
transformed my legs and arms to armaments, an armistice I forged between my mind and body/
Karate chopping thick slabs of marble to marbles and
blocked a kick with nothing but thinking the thought of “I will block this kick”/

I fought and fought again, I’d always win/
until one day I fought the wrong sensei and somehow lost to him/
and then I figured I could use a new hobby fast/
when I woke in the ICU, mummified inside a full body cast/

so I tried out woodworking, and learned a thing or two/
about building birdhouses and a sanctuary for the endangered with the zoo/ 
and without nails or glue I built some perfect-fit architecture with versatile sandalwood/
that even termites wouldn’t dare to chew/

but the Steel Industry is a much different beast,
their countless inner rings of arsonists don’t like and fear anything built with trees/
so I got into magic with simple tricks/
err, I mean illusions, like how to make a yacht disappear without sinking it/

I put live rounds inside a real gun for every bullet I’d catch/
and I sawed a lower limb, double amputee woman in half/
but when your Transported Man has to trap, clones in tanks to drown/
they’ll take you out, pulled at the drop of a hat with a vanished act, but still, I’m safe and sound!/ 

but rules are rules so I was gone fishin’/
I threw a net and accidentally caught a dolphin pod in it/
I’ve got some FOMO, rowed from coast to coast/
and caught the Lochness Monster without my rod and then caught the Ogopogo with it/

I studied mutated fish in ponds near Chernobyl/
with evidence of Kraken tentacles adorning on our boat’s hull/
we stumbled on a whaling operation, so we thwarted them/
but let’s just say my fishing boat’ll never be seaborne again/

so I got into miming…/
then I tried out a comedy class to practice my - timing/
and I’d showcase new material at sold out shows on the weekend/
then I auditioned for SNL and they let me host for a season/

I popped up on the screen opposite promising Hollywood starlets with Oscar noms/
in romcoms with a record box office streak/
but my private pilot had the last laugh
when I cracked a joke and split his sides, and we were forced to crash land/

so I took the plunge and tried out diving, took a stab at fencing/
gave clay pigeon hunts a shot, and then I tried to tackle wrestling/
tried the chef thing but I let Gordon Ramsay ingest some foreign bodies/
so I’ve been thinking ‘bout getting back into origami/

The Hobby Swapping Problem (prod. biosphere)

prod. @Whyandotte
mix. @ibr & @Whyandotte
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
My hand burst forth, and I followed right after/
with a pocket knife and sights of a long divine pasture/
a walking disaster, eyes like binary sunsets/
2D grinning mug, my finger guns would fire like Cuphead/

I loopholed laws of gravity, but dropped my set of car keys/
too afraid of being judged, was blacking out at guilty parties/
couldn’t even take the stand, or complete a fucking sentence/
so I bled my case dry, and then I hit the bar defenceless/ 

look, everything down here tastes like rhubarb/
the sun just winked out but the moon’s large/
army crawl out of midnight with new scars/
and a few bruises, marooned where your troops aren’t/

then I panic over nothing like a false alarm/
anxiety’s evolved into a second form that’s off and on/
see the large amounts of cash are changing disembodied palms/
but I can’t catch ‘em at all, this Haunter’s poor, c’mon/


I could use a buck or two it’s hunting season/
eating sickening meat that I found in a freezer’s deep end, sleep in weekends/ 
and wake without a singular second, I bend ‘em and stretch ‘em myself/
drinking the minutes I blend and then sever the digits off hands of clocks at twelve/

then wolf them down like finger food and chew forever on a rhubarb stalk/
where fumes peel the paint off walls as the room’s gone dark/
the floor opens up red with all the nuance gone/
I take the escalator down, with my shoes untied/

onto paths where time’s passed towards that fresh crater/
where the flowers grow in white grass, their bulbs have dead layers/
I can watch the butterflies hatch from Rorschach test papers/
waiting there inside of a box, I’m sure they’ll check later/

but everything down here tastes like rhubarb/
think the sun just winked out, plus the moon’s gone/
ruminating out loud on what you think you deserve/
as your friends read their words off of cue cards/



Add up everything that isn’t adding up (adding up)/
obsess about it like it isn’t bad enough (bad enough)/
it’s the main issue that’s at hand I haven’t touched/
using any fucking excuse I can think of as a crutch/
x2



My head’s out the window of an overturned car/
start to crawl through the debris of that stone curtain wall/
and drag what’s left of my knees away from the lights in the distance/
like diamond holes with square pegs, I’m just trying to fit in/

I should reset my ambitions back to their factory settings/
and then install a dream deleting button and happily press it/
letting reality set in, except I’m trapped at the zenith/
still grasping at any straws I got, I can’t go defend it/

man, I’m too co-dependent, and too fucking selfish/
I’m way too damn sour, power through tough defences/
with a void in my stomach and eyes like thermite explosions
the rules have been destroyed or bent, as permitted per my emotions/

slowly sink beneath the sands of time but now the pace is quickening/
bringing it to a speed that can turn any face to smithereens/
dropped in the dead space between worlds, I float there alone/
with nothing but a pocket knife and nowhere to go/

Rhubarb (prod. Whyandotte)

prod. @geo_1022
add vocals. @atwood
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I peck at the perfect Peking duck she cooked just for me
we sit at her table, my thigh’s touching her foot underneath
she sips her wine then asks if I like it with the Hoisin dip
while I pretend I haven’t realized she poisoned it

I lie and deflect with a classic bathroom excuse
and run the tap before I puke the food I had to consume to keep up the ruse
I return to her refilling her glass
as I try to discern if mine was mixed with pills from her batch

but eh, perhaps I’m being overly cautious
also deploying this protective shield is so damn exhausting
it’s just a date, but I can’t this shake this awful feeling
that she’s a siren, deadly black widow, femme fatale in secret/

hold up, wait, what’s the reason she chose me over any other
she’s just feigning interest in me as to not blow her cover
it’s smart, so I take a bite and compliment the meat
‘cause I can feel the eyes of the sniper who’s perched across the street

a perfect date, a perfect murder for tonight
a lovely evening or a planned out homicide
it’s a perfect date, a perfect cover for a crime
the first of many or the first and final time
X2

She washes off the Ginsu blade, I clean the table up and
I silently wish that we had had this lovely date in public
she starts raving ‘bout true crime and then motions towards the couch
throws a documentary on right before I go turn her down

but before I know it my escape hatch slams shut
and we’re midway through exposés on crazed bandits, man hunts
assassins and kidnappers, serial killers, and such
when I spy what looks just like a pistol in her bag, tucked

so I whip out the bathroom excuse, but it comes out jumbled
“I need to bath the room use!” - like full on run and fumble
then I slink through the hallway out of sight and tie up my hi-tops
burst into the night, sprint outside of the sniper’s eye shot

safe and sound, except for those phoney vehicles
unmarked vans and CIA agents disguised as homeless people
under toxic chemtrails, and reptilians with different coloured fangs
at least I left her place unscathed to live another day

A Perfect Date... To Die For (prod. Garrett.)

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

He was a whirlwind of black, smoke infused fur
who wasn't fluent in English but still spoke a few words
a blur who'd come in from the backyard always wagging his tail
making the strange transformation to momentary tornado
creating gale force winds, a rare breed all his own
could balance dimensional rifts along with treats on his nose
and to find his prey he'd make his giant ears rotate
able to spot albino rabbits in a blizzard from a lightyear away
and he was effortlessly handsome, his smile could win a war
with sharp, pearly teeth so bright they could guide a ship to shore
he had perfect comedic timing if you're mad or depressed 
but would tap your legs with his paws.. for dramatic effect
a white fur rorschach test on his chest
that must've meant "good boy" when read in alien dialects
he was a spectre in the night with glowing eyes to set the fear in
but played with his blanket over them so he could test his hearing
champion of staring contests with our neighbor's cats
sprinted through imaginary acres when he'd take a nap
thrust his head out car windows like the Joker in The Dark Knight
all bark and no bite, a perpetual soft side
a gentle giant who'd lean against you if you'd pet him
and tilt his head into an upside down grin if you stopped for a nano second
chin resting on your lap, tip tapping you for cuddles
the good boy eternal zig zagging through the tundra
I miss you buddy

For Ghost (prod. ibrahim)

prod. @geo_1022
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter (that's me)

I think I got on the wrong train.

Lyrics:
I’m on the red line
ricocheted bullet train - white hot projectile
still asleep as we blur by
stirred by the end of line warnings, sayonara's, next times

the city pulled into frame fast
like the opening scene of a silver screen classic
and nostalgia comes slithering back
with disgust and desire coiled in the same bag

where the buildings all twist downward at nightfall
you’ll feel a drop as the clouds start a dialogue
where thunder’s more common than silence,
an idea’s more rare than round shards of light bulbs

then we glide underneath buzzing power lines
where the billboards say you’re running out of time
and the targeting systems 
that argue within every drone is heard with stunning sound design

where the guides know the answers but they won’t tell you 
and rogue spies stab each other in their hotel rooms
where the bars serve lost souls, as their old selves snooze
in the dirt with a thirst that they won’t quench soon or ever

and the goons always move together
where the feedback’s looping itself in a noose
and my train rolls through the nether
past a rainbow’s end that is melting to ooze


Where the neon drenched streets run empty
where the sea sits too still
where the air feels too heavy
and shadows fly drunk from the ink you spill x2


Shhh, the city’s still asleep
as downtown twitches in the middle of a dream
there’s eyes in the sewers, long fingers to the sea
where the cold case answers are hidden in the deep

and my train roars in the foggy morning
where the law and order’s got the tallest fence
and reporters are told to stop recording
or get drawn and quartered by the armoured mechs

where the who’s who is who’d you assume
producing cubed food too brutal to chew through
where doom and gloom just grew to full bloom, 
a fuse had just blew a few screws loose

and who knew taking coins from the slumbering dragon
was spending a few moons waking him up
now he flew here, poised above hundreds of banks where
the brokers in new suits pay him in blood

where serial killers find viable partners in crime
via apps as a likeable monster
and violent stepfathers in lab coats
are doing trial runs, to perfect every childhood trauma

where the sky is just cold dark space
except for the light of a single bright dot
the train doors open and don’t close again 
so I guess that this is my stop

End of Line (prod. Garrett.)

prod. @geo_1022
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:
My clones are at the easel and they’re painting self portraits
while I try to fly casual with a brain that’s left orbit
so that fading appeal won’t penetrate my AT field
I’m Unit-01 sans pilot eating angel’s fresh corpses

but the gas mileage on my trusty flying car is dreadful
had to push it past dying star to buy a jar of petrol
living in the moment making timeless art is stressful
so I get even on the reg’ to defy the odds and explode

sorry, no origin story for you on the next panel
and you can never hitchhike on the road that’s less traveled
after every wake and mourning like to have my jets scrambled
in a dish that’s best served cold with a handful of red capsules

that’s a dose of reality in the front seat, as something in the trunk screams
and you just sit there as your imagination runs free
but I’m an anti-hero with a cause, you can trust me
you’re nothing, not appearing on my walls so...

Look, you were never in my gallery 
I don’t need a nemesis to hang up for my masterpiece
don’t touch the exhibits in this menagerie
and don’t display any feeling that you’ve been capturing
x2

Lone hunter in Canada as the legend states
so don’t forget to add the second “a” when you spell the name
it’s Headhaunter, and I robbed a federal bank ‘cause I had no choice
then used my dad’s Rolls Royce to make my getaway

on my last bender like the Avatar I let the spirits talk
neat or on the rocks, I blindly toss ‘em back with ease like Toph
drinkin' moonshine like Sokka, 
then treat tomorrow’s hangover with the lots of water cure all like Katara

doing drugs I’m being told I shouldn’t glorify
along with weird stuff I hope is eventually normalized
with a headspace my psychiatrist couldn’t organize
driven insane by intrusive thoughts that took me for a ride

I look immortalized as I lie asleep
with two inter-dimensional portals where my eyes should be
while you fought the forces of boredom in superhero spandex
I threw hands with Norse gods and those were barely rivalries

Rogues Gallery (prod. Garrett.)

prod. @geo_1022
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

"Look at the way you're dressed, man. You're an international assassin."

Lyrics:
Yeah, the international assassin
a shadow more loyal than any animal companion
from rabbit hole to canyon I'm tracking down all the targets
regardless of how well hidden, no matter how strong their guard is
sub-rosa cutthroat business dealt with utmost precision
any whiff of suspicion is quickly quelled with some smoke and mirrors
appear out the darkness, the unknown factor is me
slow and stagger any progress of goals with a cloak and dagger technique
they're all trapped in the scope
turn these contracts into ghosts to every contact in their phone
interlope and invade, gain entry to their home and headspace
staked out on his road for ten days.. or a decade, I don't know
this operation began quite a while ago
weaving in between raindrops and intertwining lightning bolt
I brought the void to him, and now he's floating like a stone
with a spotlight on his foibles and it holds him by the throat
yeah, the international assassin
personified by any actual distraction
inaction incarnate like a tranquilizer dart
the quiet art of sabotage before the atomizing starts
I rifled through his dreams and I shot a couple down
it left a bullet in his foot and I don't think he dug it out
nah, it's not a subtle sound
when his skin begins to sizzle in the drippings from the clouds
I'm no martial arts expert keen on rolling sleeves up
not a chemical agent that steeps in royal tea cups
I'm not the glint on the rooftop, not rubber gloves and garrotes
I'm not a cyanide capsule that ruptures once I've been caught
nah, I'm your incognito tabs and all night gaming sessions
I'm the doubt you're mired in, I'm your faulty pain receptors
from the fullest moon to waning crescent
I'm the list of things you have to do, you chip away it remains at the same percentage
I make the effort, technically I'm the savior
stealthily shield a mark from an embarrassment or failure
label me an enabler of lackadaisical behavior
prey on the terror of having their work compared to the favourite
so he lives inside these crosshairs rent free 
lost where fog's thick and long stares can't see
through the stress and anxiety that gradually builds in his mind
and that's why his thoughts there sent me
I'm the -

Headhaunter

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