Hemlock Ernst

Hip hop/rhythm and poetry

DANK MEME DREAMS

Bricks and shit

Thesis - Mind In Another World ft. Self Provoked

DO DRUGS TO THIS SONG. 

BIG PROJECTS DROPPING SOON. 

chopped not slopped by ME.   

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pwHGScESpY

THE PRE-ROLLED - PAT RON & EA$E

Once a good girl goes bad shes gone forever.

Spotify

happy poor [Now on Spotify]

I cant hold on to this any longer. i really wanted to release all my new content as one full project but my heads wrecked from having so many tunes to fiddle with.

fresh produce

milo - souvenir (feat. Hemlock Ernst) [so the flies don't come]

Oliver ~ ssuurrffiinn (VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

smokepurpp - By my lonely (Prod. by NBOMe)

Wintertime - Johnny Dang Prod By Wintertime

JOHNNY! ft. PUMP [prod. smokepurpp]

Instagram: ImRealUgly
Twitter: @ImRealUgly

Water

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqXjreVzXyM

Oliver ~ work 2016 (VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

Oliver ~ wwaavvyy (VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

[Original Track] = Bonfa Situation by All These Fingers @allthesefingers

Been following All These Fingers for some time. An extremely prolific artist whose music always speaks to me. 
Grab up the album this track appears on(Secret Places) and other albums and tapes here: https://allthesefingers.bandcamp.com/
And follow and support All These Fingers here: @allthesefingers

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written and recorded in a blissful hour and a half yesterday afternoon
9'5'16
no mix no master. one take through the laptop mic.
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in my myopia
dystopia
dyspep-sick
loping like beats from ancient sleep
like sheep that’s mending picket fences 
i grieve the pickets mention
no dream lost, just what never was
what’s never found, earth bound to turn
round here the leaves never touch ground
but hover centimeters above
believing love
is finding branches for this dove
but what of grief
that goes unheralded
scrounged garrulous matter 
married perilous authors
looked for female poets to uncover
to understand the roses’ thorns
the thorns’ roots
the roots form
the born truth in first fruit
spring beaming gentle
tea spooning
blowing reed kisses 
mooning — seas glinting
laughed with blunt in hand
and six feet deep through the sony speaks
worst bone to pick is the one to teach
cursed home at 6 but what’s inside of me
is always returning
wonder whats that smell of burning

heart attack from beyond the fronds
palms bury the song in psalms
last treasures of these arms I saw
new waves for a new day
and new rays in old plays
same scene same setting
same timing
i’m finding

the chair is only there for those not dining
the stare is far away cuz i never learned unwinding
the stress of life is just another outline of my lining
that sound is the tremble of my heart resigning
my lungs giving way to my fate
i’m still saving face
at a table
where we’re no longer saying grace

but hold hands still
in a temple of fingers in front of our faces
or together at will
the real-life of the autumn’s chill

Demos

My Myopia - Hemlock Ernst Freestyle (prod. All These Fingers)

[Original Track] = River Echo by ('i's') @n95-chris

Blessings to ('i's') for hitting me with some tracks a couple weeks back. Got home from the road Monday and sat down to write.

Written 9/12/16 - Recorded 9/13/16
No mix no master. Through the laptop mic.

This one is for the cats. Human and feline. The Pablos, the Poches, the Nicks and the Jims. Rip.

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in the land, in the land
cats close at hand
move on to better lands
heaven is that state of mind

as the wind dripped through chrysalis
my avarice buried the threats
mysteries carried my mind swept
away with the tides tinged
mention my blindness
only to find friends
hoping for sympathy
at times when
i don’t believe in myself
when i relieve from my shelf
shells picked up now patronized
monuments to times when i was searching to find
merging my center uncertain
with saviors i’ve been virgin
with nature i’ve been assertive 
cuz i don’t want my spiritual fucked with
the way that the body’s gifts get plucked quick
and cherry’s pop on these cherry tops
on blacktops we played ball like the world had stopped
McCoy was the real when the key was at home
around the world in a Tyner song

while you was out coppin a feel
I was down on the reel to reel

when you was out huntin a deal 
i was down on the reel to reel

i was down on the reel to reel
how you feel

so i tried to put it on the paper better
tried to make it redder put the passion in the letters
i just wanted it to last forever
you lose a friend every time that you can’t break a tether
and we ain’t free at last
or free and lost
and freedom’s cost is  freedoms path
and life isn’t free but it was given to me
so now i’m given to you the bit that’s thickening me
hard hearted now it’s just like a prison to me
and why the cage bird sings
because it can
just that thought…it’s like a religion to me
but what is god if they taken bodies, before they meant to be
feel like i been here a century
the past 8 months felt like 8 years
sitting thinkin bout it 
recounting old loves and new fears
and 2016’s just disappeared 
then again, it’s almost new years

In the Land of Cats - Hemlock Ernst free verse (prod. ('i's'))

[Original Track] - Oooooooooo by Butch Dawson @ButchDawson off the KIM tape. Blessings to Butch for once again letting us share this out. you can grab the original instrumental track and other Butch Dawson tapes up here: https://jujuanallen.bandcamp.com/album/kim

Thanks to Fat Tony @fattonyrap for coming through on this too all the way from Mexico. He's been down there doin a residency but still came through with the mean verse. Much love to Tony on that.

And this ridiculous artwork is by my homie from way back, Kyle Mabson. You may know him from Charge It To the Game fame @ChargeGame or from being the guy who ran your sound at The Smell in LA at some point.

No reeaalll mix. Definitely no master. Just bars.
Blessings to the almighty Llamadon

Mazatlan Flex Freestyle - Hemlock Ernst & Fat Tony(prod. Butch Dawson)

just doing what i do when i have the time to do it :)

i got about 16 tracks of this shit ready to go....almost.

spin & shoot [Now on Spotify]

"BROKE MY WRIST" LIL PUMP X SMOKEPURPP (PROD BY. RONNYJLI$TENUP)

Wrote this in the fall of 14' and recorded vocals for a demo to shop around in the bedroom June 15'. Tried to find another home for it since the beat wasn't mine but never did. 
Been sitting on it all this time and figure it may never see the light of day, so why not just put it out.
I've never put up somebody else's beats without permission, which has always held me back. Got tons of songs written over other people's beats I don't know. Orphan rhymes. 
So if you mad at me FlyLo you can find me easy.

unmixed unmastered
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kill for the pleasure, but only with the word
measured by the hand, unspoken herb
nurse the wound of your enemy
be the bigger man
but don't touch the heart
or name your pets in haste
death has a face, a date, a taste
mildew stained bookcase
old shoes on the staircase
stomps on the ribcage
body parachutes
crawls under landmarks
darts from burned bridges
fuck intellectuals
me raw human
grammar doesn't  link 
where body lies ruined
scent of cumin on the carousel
saints grieve artifact
drips in a cowry shell
paints with a buddha sack 
666 not a twisted crucifix
just symbols side chained
grimace purple piss stain
car on the side road
marooned poon lamphere zoom
my man shakespeare's gloom
he don't know baltimore
simpleton--thinks all he needs is a dollar more
needs his mommy though
wave choppy flow
in a world of pink slips and policy drones
it's the heartless ones that always seem to make it out in the end
the good die young, unsung, surrounded by friends
where it’s good and plenty, and 3’s a crowd
misery hates company now
in a darkened shroud
pencil  taste got me talking to a grizzled face
up in the mirror like,  adjusting to the stage
it seems healthy when it’s written bluntly on the page
and seems shifty when it’s spoken through a jealous rage
in signature lines the temperature blinds  
the innocent eyes, that christen the vibe 
devise my therapy, arabesque, sung naive melody 
in days of the sun, we danced and played merrily
living in caves, under moons we planted cherry trees
settled beneath grass huts and straw tapestries, opened
circles in our chests, woven from the loom
spoke too soon now our family leaves the room
where uncle Mac jokes with Mary Beth’s ghost
Aurora still a dust bowl swamp on the coast
in the deep damp charm of my loss
where the cotton folds lily white roses embossed
linen bluebells set wet in the moss

tell’m i love them and leave them alone
no need to wake a sleeping giant y’know

tell’m i love them and leave them alone
no need to wake a sleeping giant

Bluebells Set Wet In The Moss (Original - Capt. Murphy "Between Friends")

Hemlock Ernst