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...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.)

D.M.T. are Dahm., Miles Powers, and teeawgo

https://soundcloud.com/dahm-the-rapper
https://soundcloud.com/milespowers
https://soundcloud.com/teeawgo

🎶why your dogs play dead when I come around?🎶

Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/whyandotte

Lyrics: https://genius.com/dmt-play-dead-lyrics

SPOTIFY etc.

PLAY DEAD

i wasn't gonna upload this here but it got extremely popular on tumblr extremely quickly

I'm Really Feeling It

Fresh Prince Of Leekspin

Woomy Hah!!

Anchored (prod. Abe Masaryk)

check out my music: https://soundcloud.com/septilateral

bonfire and we are number one are both 162 bpm

Well, my one hit wonder has come and gone. Now to go back to normal: submitting low to mid quality mashups to every other core.

StudiA-F-R-Olis Zone

GameBoy Ft. Mahal Slick(prod.Origami)

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

Lyrics:
My mom and I would drive through half remembered places/
in forgotten times, where people wore their poorly rendered faces/
but I remember I was too young to drive/
our Ford Aerostar so I’d stare at humongous skies/
and saw where bizarre planets bore storms of gold swells/ 
as we passed the same chain of four storey motels/
and I’d nod off to the rhythm of the windshield wipers waving/
in the type of violent rain that reforms the coast’s shelf/
and the rain caught inside the van’s faint high beams/ 
simulated the appearance of engaged light speed/
we’d rupture through the corkscrewed stars in swirled steam/
to a tableau that’s warped too far, it hurled me/
to a selection of planets that intersected at random/
so we landed on one that we never meant to abandon/
but the air was too toxic for our life support systems/
so she jumped back in the cockpit and we travelled more distance/ 

Where the streetlight bulbs were bright stars/
event horizon highways where light parts/
through science fiction doorways where time starts/
in the past, no matter how long the drives are/
I saw the world refract beyond glass/
of the ’94 van in an endless expanse/ 
saw what the galaxies there had to offer/ 
it’s the ballad of the planet hoppers/

Stationed on a celestial body but I can’t recall its name/
we were studying the fauna on the arduous terrain/
but when the first drops of caustic rain had sizzled through our cabin/
we had to rush back to our ship and leave a teal deluge of acid/
we passed abandoned asteroid outposts ‘round those cluster belts/
and found cold households on the path we traveled, routing somewhere else/
then we chanced upon a space station orbiting a dwarf star/
that acted as our safe haven, soaring through the cold dark/
until the calibration sensors malfunctioned/
and pulled the station to a closer orbit and combusted/
we were flung into the darkness that transformed into a tree line/
a forest out the windows of the van that blurred on each side/
jolted in my little seat that rattled in the Aerostar/
I woke to see my mom turn the van in there to park/
in front of a house, I was both groggy/wide eyed/
as she produced a key that glinted like the starry night sky/

Ballad of the Planet Hoppers (prod. sayso !)

The last song off Yoko's New Album "This Summer Was Weird"

(Stream Everywhere: Link Below)
https://open.spotify.com/album/1FE9icMTXXHmVVLuz67Ji8?si=RL4VvwGLTOmr1F23xAIktA

Watch the dope Music Video I made :) feat. teen titans
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cb5pJI5_C2E

@yokob1

This Summer Was Weird: Feel Okay (feat. Joyce & Yoko)

Camus feat. https://soundcloud.com/sydm97 and https://soundcloud.com/gking93.



Lyrics:
I promise I'm real enough
I just can't feel enough
What a finite time on a friday night in the midst of a fire
They promise the world to you
They promise the Earth and the Moon and the stars
A promise is paper thin, don't forget a promise is paper thin

I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches

I got it bad for you, I got it bad for you
I'm going mad for you, lost all that time
I would whine, sitting sad for you
Cause every April felt like August
Last December's when I lost it
Every April felt like August
Let's fall in, baby let's fall in

I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches

What you expect me to say?
I been through the phases, I'm watching the days end 
On every occasion I'm late, and separate ways for escape 
And really I know that I really can't go back
From how things was like before I told that 
Maybe my heart just too cold
The reason they go, the reason alone 
The deep end I float, I can't feel I'm slow to react 
The reason I'm detached to show all my past 
The one ain't seen that, so what I believe in I still can't find that 
But I miss times I had with you 
I ain't thinking what I had and could lose 

I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches
I've been out here on my own, can you tell me to come home
I don't wanna sleep on park benches, I don't wanna sleep on park benches

Camus ft. SYDNEY and G. King (prod. by whyandotte)

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/

Spotify!

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. @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

"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 -

International Assassin (prod. Garrett.)

I am a lonely person engulfed by the different branches of electronic music.
somedae i might think of making my own then downloading my own...

Also have a YT Channel (51cent)check it out if u wanna see my editing skills 2.

Anchored (prod. Abe Masaryk)

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