The kid is spitting shit ridiculous 
Not a Capricorn 
But I’m the goat with these lil fish 
Dunkin on these hoes 
Side of coffee when the spliff is lit
think I’m kinda cold
But the boy is hot, you missin it 

Just tell me what I’m reachin at
I need a bag and Issa fact, 
spitting glass
Heavy is my rain
That’s why you skip the class 
Money is the same 
Either way you gonna get the cash
Product for the pain 
Smoke a blunt but then the kid is ash
Damn he comin missile fast
Fuckin on these gnat hoes
Lady bugs will hit me back
King like I’m Nat Cole  
K dot has a hidden track 
J where the blueprint at
I’m just tryna go home 
Maybe you should call a cab
Maybe I should call a cab

Uhhhhhhh
I’m tired of all these parties
Sorry if I was tardy 
Did a line a coke that could overdose 
the ghost of Chris Farley 
I’m hardly making minimum wage 
Steady hatin’ on me
Baby go and get you some cake 
Eli got the juice
So they calling me Minute Maid 
If I’m off the stoop
Know these hammers get disengaged
We twistin up more than braids
Fever is triple digit
How you think you eatin
When you can’t even wash my dishes 
Lion with shark intentions
Im sleepin through half the day
Hurt your feelings worse than
Lebron when he left LA
Been stuntin since 2nd grade 
The ransom is never paid 
That’s why I chop it up
Like a ninja with fruity taste 

I’m coming off the end of it
Won’t even leave a sentiment 
And if you think I’m gone
It’s cause I’m fucking with some better shit 
the hell of it is why I do it 
cuz you can’t compare my zip- codes 
break it down and bag it up If you sellin’ it 
We’re something they don’t fuck with, they’re celibate
All your people front because they can’t cop that better shit 
everyone I know respect me like the president 
don’t need a White House
I’m selling weed for the hell of it , 
even when I spit it raw, first protecting my regard always working on the stock
all my Homies going hard 
don’t ever leave the block cuz 
They parked up in the yard. 
I hope your neighbors hear the weed burning in the dark.

SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING(x3)

SDS demo

God damn
Spit that heat when it’s cold
Go ahead and try to run up
If you going for the gold 
Sayin’ that you miss me
But you know I’m on the road
Holla at you when I’m back
Im chasing bags up the coast
See you sittin in the bleachers
Go ahead and wipe ya nose
Baby girl you with a demon 
Say your prayers in the Rolls 
Go ahead and touch ya toes
Go ahead and strike a pose
Call me Danny Phantom 
When I I spit like I’m going ghost 

God damn
Catch me in the lobby
That don’t mean we kemosabe
Double dutches like we jumpin
But we smokin at the party
Whip that bitch like Ricky Bobby
Call me papi when she sloppy
Likes it when I call her naughty  
Slap her ass before I rock it
talkin’ Neutron, brain blast 
New bitch, same ass
Drop a couple verses for the 
New whip, grain dash

You can smell when I’m arivin’ baby
Yeah,
I’m the one like I’m Keanu, baby
God damn

Keanu Freestyle

A punk band put together overnight to make fun of hip hop, other punk, social norms, and especially you.

Elijah: Vocals
Eliot Cooper: Drums
Luis Quiroz: Guitar/Producer

Stupid Hero

Fun But Not Heavy (Hype)

Low Key Freak Out (Worldstar HipHop)

Thanks For Nothing

Groove City

Slosh Pit (Ft. Bekah Coombs)

Bogus

Alternative/Pop Punk based out of Tulsa, OK 

Elijah Velazquez: Vocals
Daniel Gil: Bass
Gilbert Erickson: Guitar
Andy Riddle: Guitar
Matt Ehler: Drums

Off The Road

Everything Is Syncopated

Blur

Angry Girls Arent Your Friends

Figure It Out (Note To Self)

Just a nice little home recording of a classic song to cover recorded on an Iphone.

Gilber Erickson: Guitar
Elijah Velazquez: Vocals

Banana Pancakes Cover (Apartment Sessions)

Beat by Hazy Year
https://soundcloud.com/hazy-year

Lyrics:

I'm a cosmonaut
No cars or watch
The profits knowledge
Is it all for not
Will time just stop?
I'll check the the mileage
I'm better of just joining my pops in Heaven
Smoking fatties with Biggie
While jammin' to some Led Zeppelin

I'll finish college whenever I can afford the classes
I never wear 'em but originally wore glasses
Probably never blow up unless I rap about some hard shit
How you not fuck with a conscious and some hardship?

And If I find God
I'll probably ask it to chill out
A penny for your thoughts
Aint paid a damn single bill now
And if everything is everything
Well shit, everythings fine now
Stumble down the wrong path
Still end up with the right crowd

I'm passively blunt 
That cash you want
Is the only thing that really holds you back in this run
In case they askin' you "son, are you a man or not?"
Contemplate and iterate before your mouth calls the shots

How you not fuck with a conscious and some hardship?
How you not fuck with
Ricanos still spittin vicious, I spit the realist
Fuck that stupid SoundCloud acrylic
Quantify the effort
An all my final credits are given
Protagonists only exist so there can exist a villain
And do you feel what i'm feelin'?
Is this life just a symptom?
Can we find a way to really make it out of the system?
And do you think that you're honest?
Do you lie to yourself? 
So who's who to tell you that you should probably seek help

Star Stuff

Another human doing human things.
Dig the sounds or don't, just here to have a good time.

HighImEli

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