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The Upload

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

There are flies in my ears and they w°n't leave.

there's pulsing in my ears

Back once again with the smell of bars around me
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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. @ibr
art. @headhaunter and Bamboostickk

Lyrics:
Lost here without any weapon, the fog cleared in seconds
presenting the all feared colossus of legend and folklore/
that most thought was bogus
approaching the public eye's focal point/
photos show all the valleys and peaks of the titanic features
that I can't believe, even though I stand in its company/
cursed with a jaw that won't close, coupled with two legs buckling/
it just emerged from the ocean, covered in/
seaweed and capsized boats
it's lumbering up on to shore with a great maw that roars
with the force that could take your bewildered face off/
see fissures on its teeth that secrete lava
we're all gone, just log it and jot down/
all of the things that make it too strong to kill
as it toys with the buildings it stomps at will/
they just deployed the payloads
dropping their miniature mega-tonne bombs/
halos form on the exo-skeleton
but they're barely making dents with the blows that they throw

the sun starts burning brightly
the prelude to some untimely end/
the fog recedes entirely
streets engulfed in a fiery breath/

F16's start to scream as they fly by
oil leaks out of a claw gouged tanker in high tide/
wide eyed anger and panic with 'end is nigh' signs
bright ideas run finite, you could surmise the event with a whimper/
a battle wherein there lies one victor
It's simple, we brought this upon ourselves/
the fog that held that monster that's swatting a helicopter
is the same damn fog that we thought concealed/
all our wrong doings and all evil
each inhumane action we watched unveil/
each innocent creature that we shot and killed
every little bit of malice that we got instilled/
I walk through the soft city's hard entrails
in a shadow that stretches right off the scales/
it reared its ugly head with a breath
that blew the red Horseman of Death shaped clouds asunder
with a blue shockwave too loud for the space above it/
it moved in a circle and turned to face me
I viewed upwards as my innards were whirling to gravy/
nowhere to escape it, two giant bonfires
and a mountain range of teeth in a face that seems too happy to take me/
claws ripped through storefronts, tore trucks in half
devoured planes, no airport intact/
craters created on every step's impact
sky changed to grey so fast, snapped a synapse
but no life montage chose to flash before my eyes
it's no surprise as the mouth of oblivion opened wide
I just felt the heat, in a golden light/

Kaiju (prod. biosphere)

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set u off (365)

prod. @masked-man-peace
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter and @bamboostickk

Lyrics:
A grain of sand tumbled and reunited with the beach front/
as the dune trembled, in the warm light of the peach sun/
sand cascaded, revealing the shape of someone/
who just surfaced to the island, emerging as if he’s summoned/
he pushed himself up slowly and tried to cull his bearings/
in front of jungle foliage, his mind chock-full of theories/
he seemed disoriented, tripped while watching seagulls skirt swells/
and every palm tree bent over him, like some deeply concerned pals/
he recovered and explored the sandbanks, of that quaint island/
trying to ignore the waves that chimed in with their vague tidings/
the horizon extinguished the sun, and he curled up to sleep/
rising at the break of dawn to awkwardly lurch to his feet/
and found a bottle that washed on the beach, rubbed his eyes to see it twice/
another island, materializing on the teal tides/
and soon enough he realized it was moving/
and the oncoming shore held a silhouette that looked human/

Where the water spray breeze always follows you/
you can hear faint siren songs keep on calling you/
I think the fantasy must’ve dropped a couple keys/
off the coast of every dream that we’re falling through/

He bundled up some dry driftwood and tried to start a fire/
to no avail, no advice ‘cept the wind’s input/
but he still held his chin up to spy a roaring fire/
on the other island’s coast where warmth withstood/
he wondered if his island was the one moving and not the other way around, in a silence that he found soothing/ 
he was lucid but he pinched himself just in case/
when he saw her in the second coastal shelf’s turquoise waves/
she was smiling at him from the sand bar opposite/
and as the islands almost hit, the thought to jump across was.. obvious/
but the waters looked as if their endless waves would swallow him/
so all he did was.. hesitate/
he had replayed the moment in his head a thousand times/
as the days all came and went, he staggered drunk around the isle/
he pushed himself up from the sand to see it glinting/
a second island faintly moving in the distance/

Isles Apart (prod. masked man)

Solace (feat. Erin The Gifted & Velvet Lune)

Produced / Sung / Written - @thomasalanng
Mixed - @imamysticbeing

Verse 1: 
My mind is falling to bits 
It’s 3am and I’m missing your lips 
Friends ask if I’m doing fine 
But I just smile and lie and lie’

All I want is just another day 
to have to hear you say - hear you say

Chorus:
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)

Verse 2: 
Hey so who cares now I'm not gonna lie 
Feeling kinda sick a little (dead inside) 
People walking out one at a time 
Like JT said Bye Bye Bye (BYE BYE)
Just have to smile through the pain 
And believe in what you say - in what you say

Chorus:
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)

Bridge:
Text message on read 
many things unsaid 
your smiles stuck in my head
Can’t I just forget about you

Every single day I miss
Can't help myself but reminisce 
What kept me going was hearing you say

Chorus:
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)
It's gonna be okay (okay okay okay)

It's gonna be okay

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/235m3adTb5WObAJWOonO4f?si=K_QK6s9gTMe_whikRGgwlw
apple music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/i-guess-single/1492840221

produced by me & med
https://soundcloud.com/medicatedbeats
vocals by Thiago & love-sadKiD
https://soundcloud.com/teeawgo, https://soundcloud.com/love-sadKiD
mixed & mastered by polearm
https://soundcloud.com/polearm

cover art by adrelix
https://twitter.com/adrelixart

i guess?

i guess? (feat. Thiago, love-sadKiD & medicatedbeats)

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)

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