Video available at youtube.com/husino/

Lyrics:
Are you okay? 
I haven’t heard back in a couple days.
Missing waking up to the sight of your face, I’ll be waiting at the sings right outside of the plane
Just to wave just in case there are chances of rain. 

More than fresh paint, 
You brighten up the space where we always lay, 
Talking bout 20 years seems like it’s been one day. 
I just want to say my love for you will always remain. 

we’re all just a rock, floating in space, all my time I’d give to see the milky way (x4)

I never knew I could fly
Until you told me so. 
I’ll watch the sky for you
Carry me home, carry me home

Someone please help, shit, I’ll offer a reward. 
I can’t let her name become a lot of memories stored. 
Ringing 9-1-1 as my breath had begun a little less in its run, then my whole world spun…
Out of my control I guess. 
I’ve been speaking to the wind until my thoughts digress. 
If only I had known that the show in Frisco would leave me at steps of my door - froze the face of bad jokes. 
Did she find another love out there?
Could a night really trump all our years? 
I guess that passion’s purpose is for more than just guiding - it’s smashing at routine’s cold hands we reside in. 
Fickle little labels that we give ourselves entirely - 
Pointing out my differences, I’ll wrap them up to irony. 
But when I stop just to think, I know the worst is probably true, 
She’s likely lost in the bottom of a riverbed. 

My mind’s full of empty skies and only you know why. strike of lightning

 (Background: 
Are you okay? 
I haven’t heard back in a couple days.
Missing waking up to the sight of your face, I’ll be waiting at the sings right outside of the plane
Just to wave just in case there are chances of rain. )

Missing listening to your love and bitching, 
To your love of chickens and the way that they breathe. 
Vision’s blistering cause this life I’m living is a life no giving if a life without you. 
Now I’m 12 feet down in a dark abyss. 
All my screams get drowned in a ravenous mist. 
I’ve stayed here in hiding around 47 days.
Eating my own thoughts, I think I’m going insane.

47 Days

Animated video available at youtube.com/husino/

(Verse 1)
Thick suits and fat wallets, 
High buildings & panoramas. 
Got a clear view of their people zoo, 
of their trickle down, of their sheep and fodder. 
They laugh a bit and take a couple puffs
On a 100k cigar that’s been tradition for months
With a team of private chefs preparing 3-michilin lunch. 
Finally one man speaks up, 
“Should we buy another country? 
Start another war? 
Yesterday made billions 
tomorrow will be more. 
Start another country, 
buy another war, 
ravage and we pillage 
till there’s nothing to explore. 
‘
(chorus 1)
We’ll see the end of the world
Before a downward Gini curve. 
We’re fighting fire with fire. 
They’ve got water and lighters. 

(verse 2)
Woke are the flies on the wall in the room, 
Learning about the future from the present day tycoons 
A little bit of market scare a little bit of lies, a little bit of priming people’s brain on what to buy. 
A little bit of talking bout what resources survive. A little bit of talk about the fates of you and I. 

(chorus 1)
We’ll see the end of the world
Before a downward Gini curve. 
We’re fighting fire with fire. 
And it’s hot and it’s hot as hell. 

(hook)
(We’re fighting fire with fire, they’ve got water and lighters) repeated

The economy 
Is full of hypocrisy 
What would the real problem be 
To rid of the GDP’
Instead, we should probably be
Invest-ing in happy beings
Success in the eyes of all
Not numbers in a bank safe 8 meters tall.

Thick Suits

(Chorus)
All alone, but have the world confined. 
Prada lacks what makes me happy
Borderline, I had to pick my side. 
Living in luxury, but it cost me my life. 

(Verse 1)
Happenstance’ll hit you like a winner or a killa, 
I was chosen for the picture of extraordinary lives. 
Sizzer or a seltzer, anytime I want is welcome as my businesses are running; don’t need any of my time. 
But life ain’t always flowers 
Now with too much time to swallow, 
I can only buy and borrow
Barely find people to stick. 
Everybody’s spitting venom, 
But who knows what it is really? 
And I want to sip it dearly 
Cause I think I’m going blind. 

And I really want to love it, but I never did, I never did. 
Habby selobate 
Ce la ve
Have no kids
Or no compliments
Only through the screen
Where it gives just a little bit…
Of reality but most of it’s all lies now
I’m a brand always in the public eyebrow
Just tied down to die out no sign of the real me. 
Stories and new spins’ll make up my news feed. 

(Hook)
Half way to Narnia, 
Flying planes, brand new th(a)ngs every minute now. 
Live in dreams but your problems always follow ya
Still I’ll never see nirvana but
If you really wanna know just what it takes to have it all -
Clock in 9 to 9 and schedule 100s different calls. 
Then you’re old wondering where all you time has gone. 
You were lost chasing Narnia. 
At least I have it all but there’s always something more. 
Yachts and catacombs never fill the void in my head that I’m not enough. 

(Chorus)
All alone, but have the world confined. 
Prada lacks what makes me happy
Borderline, I had to pick my side. 
Living in luxury, but it cost me my life. 

(Verse 2)
Mister I need that - I need this, the blister
The cyst of the system
The system of sounds. 
I’m sick we’ve convinced them, the hard-working victims, that list all the symptoms of always bogged down. 
But life ain’t always flowers 
Now with too much time to swallow, 
I can only buy and borrow
Barely find people to stick. 
Everybody’s spitting venom, 
But who knows what it is really? 
And I want to sip it dearly 
Cause I think I’m going blind.

9 to 9

(Verse 1)
We’re two worlds apart. 
Inside of my heart,
Won’t you follow the stars? 
A belly-up telephone
Will call my flowers grown. 

What a work of art.
Paint splattered too far, won’t you follow the stars. 
White pages were meant to be ours
We reach and we pull 
But we’re full of don’t knows. 

(Chorus)
Where is the love that’ll last? 
If you find it - could you tell me where to
Keep all my problems in the pa-a-a-ast 
I don’t wanna mess it up again
Where is the new wet dew? 
We can taste it, you’re the morning sun. 
Looking down smiling at you - I’m smiling at you. 

(Hook 1)
Close to 1 - 
In the whole then I could see the lights off, 
That hold me back…
It’s around us; I’ll do the best that I can do. 

(Verse 2)
Body and mind are at one with a cure. 
Offer my time for a meaningless cure. 
Please be sure that your pearls, keep a dusty allure
See that more is to the impure, 
Filters on your contour

Frontal lobes are playing tricks on me, comparing to a fallacy, 
Manufactured version giving warmth to our realities. 
Berry lemenade growing from the human-made 
Garden of the flames, weeds we’re planting normally. 

(Hook 2)
Keep the lights on. 
Listen to the people rustling down the streets of yesterday
Even though you
Hardly see it - the rise of Eden - the cruelty of
All the cars were looking
Parked and waiting for a traffic light they know. 
Let the night fall on top of your hands,
Then take it away again. 

(Chorus)
Where is the love that’ll last? 
If you find it - could you tell me where to
Keep all my problems in the pa-a-a-ast 
I don’t wanna mess it up again
Where is the new wet dew? 
We can taste it, you’re the morning sun. 
Looking down smiling at you - I’m smiling at you.

Two Worlds Apart

Intro (The Illusions of Samuel Hayes)

Drawn Lyric Video Available Now on Youtube.

Lyrics: 
A hard waterfall in the garden of all, 
Where the beasts stay asleep and babies start to crawl. 
You’re at awe with how small that you really see you are;. 
Just a fly on the wall, no, a fly in the jar. 
Ripples of the water start a moving and a hollerin’ - 
Step up to the plate, one who’s testing your tolerance. 
A northern leopard frog, looking pristine & dominant;
Spotted pattern on its back gives the lily a compliment. 
You know you’re a meal… or even worse a condiment,
You choose to see the beauty, ignoring the consequence. 
Straight Ignoring the consequence. 

You’ve been living on the edge, see the edge of its tongue. 
This whole life you bred wasn’t earned, rather won. 
One quick slip leaves you permanently stitched
To the yellow leopard pattern of the frog’s bio gun. (x2)

You’re gonna be something. 
You’re gonna be something. 
You’re gonna be something more than just a waterfall. 

Frog on a lilly fat and full off a meal.
Serenity you’re feeling from the misty water chill. 
You give respects to life that helped sustain yours, 
But jump to the shore to surely catch some more. 
Find a perch, bugs disperse so its truly a feast, 
But your attention quickly turns to the rustling leaves. 
You shiver and you cower, 
Got a sliver of the tower
Of a tail of the fox 
That’ll choose your final hour. 
Abandon the feast, for the horrifying beast - 
You could run and retreat or try to show you’re rotten meat. 
Show you’re rotten meat. 

You’ve been living on the edge, at the edge of its paws. 
This whole life you bred cannot bend nature’s laws. 
One quick slip leaves you permanently stitched to the simply better fit 
Of the fox’s teeth & jaws (x2)

You’re gonna be something. 
You’re gonna be something. 
You’re gonna be something more than just a waterfall. 

Prancing around at the top of your chain. 
Ducks and geese mame to your envious name.
Never scared, never worried of the strenuous heat, 
Only thought you had to worry bout a catch & release. 
But now you’re getting cozy never look back behind you, 
But just a few miles away there’s a bulldozer driving. 
And you hear some twigs crack from way up in the trees - 
Then your world comes crashing down - 
Danger hidden in sleeves. 

You’ve been living on the edge, on the edge of collapse. 
Feeding on the beings that were feeding on the grass. 
Being seeds are leaving, who knew man could be so crass, 
Shit you thought you were the king but kingdoms never last (x2)

You thought you were the king but kingdoms never last…

*Instrumental*

You’re gonna be something. 
You’re gonna be something. 
You’re gonna be something more than just a waterfall. (x2)

The Waterfall

Full Music Video is Available on Youtube. Thanks for listening and we hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:
 It's not a problem that everything is meaningless
Quote unquote
That I feel as though I'm the only one
Quote unquote

We were looking down but thought it was up. 
We were half way down a half way full cup. 
Finally we’re floating up to the brim
To find that we’re vacuumed to a river of lips. 
Who cares? 

As of lately, don’t think you’re born with it. 
Laundry at the cleaners, fat chance of getting rich. 
Smoking the subpoena, backo’ to roll with it. 
Hypothermia’s faster than anyone I’ve met. 
No one realized the past sticks much deeper
Than we ever really see in our day to day prophecy. 
An amoeba hanged from the family tree, 
But almost scenic - cultural dystrophy. 
We wanted some change. 
I can’t make it to memoryville. 

It doesn't matter that matter is the only thing
Quote unquote
Domesticated, taking drugs to feel one
The words become a sequence and we all unquote
Unquote

We were looking down but thought it was up. 
We were half way down a half way full cup. 
Finally we’re floating up to the brim
To find that we’re vacuumed by a river of lips. 

We were looking up but thought it was down. 
We were losing what we thought was our noun. 
Empty glasses keep on ringing their sounds 
to find that the waiter always makes his way round.

Always going down, always going up (repeat)
Circle round. 
Recover synced to experience, 
Tides smother not when convenient, 
And I’ve forsaken my vanity
It’d take a massive calamity, 
Mistaking high stakes for just opinions. 

When I reach the top
Of that hill
It won't be the same as the thoughts in my brain
But I'll be there still

Matter

Scarlet letters,
Waking up beside of you.
Used to follow - but now they’re falling apart.
Far from too far, 
At least that’s how I see it
But you see right through me. 
I see you packing your bags. 
Little darling, allow me to stay for you
We’re one in the same but you need someone to blame. 

Where do we go from here. 
Love is a nymph so we’re way too convinced
It’s supposed to be perfect, 
But I know that you could make everything complete. 

Broke antennas - who cares? Noone is calling.
Thank you bankers, alcoholics for staying true to problems. 
Help my hands to shape clay to say, “I love you”.
If you want to see it clearly, we’d need to make this malleable. 

Where did you run to dear
Love is a nymph so we’re way too convinced
It’s supposed to be perfect. 
I thought that you could make everything complete

Lost and found - were you ever gonna pick me up?
Worn and only tossed around - you tried me on to only hang me up. 
Now you have a different sound - were you ever gonna’ fill me in?
Was I only tossed around with level ground or were you set for skip? 

I thought that you could make everything complete. 
Don’t say that you would make everything complete…. Then leave.

Love is a Nymph

All of the Above

(Verse 1)	
I can see this as part of an act,
The world can be scary like that-
and I can see that and lay on my back,
or I can sit back and focus on stacks.

I’ve Been
Running to keep me on track.
I don’t seem to be handling that.
I keep tripping and lifting and tripping and lifting
and now there’s no time to turn back.

We’re spammed with two opposite truths
The government state, it is screwed;
bought out by bands and they’re shot out in their ranks 
and political damage, it falls back on you.

but we don’t know what better to do,
we assume our surroundings are true.
we learn from our neighbors get views from our parents,
determine our growth and our future from youth.

(hook)
We’re nothing but a bunch of broken bottles in the sand, 
where the message reads, “please help me, I don’t know who I am”

Touching on the palms of people laying on their backs,
saying someone on vacation doesn’t have time for the facts. 

(spoken word)
For 98% of people, life is not about who you are,
it is about the situation you’re born into.
And the reality is that only a few people are born with true voice and true power…
In that position, one’s only job is to keep others from taking that from them
even if it means troubled times.

(chorus)
I can see the eyes that have been creeping through your window, 
sniffing for your wallet while checking for your bank notes.
Someday we’re gon’ make it and have houses made of miles,
someday we’re gon’ find a way to be the Rothschild’s. 

(Verse 2)
oh man goddamit, controlling the planet
its concrete or granite – they’re building the world
don’t take it for granted, but understand that its 
an outlet for profit – intentions are blurred.
Though you’re not candid, I thank you and hand it, 
that jobs we are handed were founded by you,

but souls they are damaged, 
need financial bandages
banning a break if the profits aren’t standing
and burying deeper a wealth unimagined
by those who create it, then hand it to you
by those who create it, then hand it to you.
power is money and that much is true,
we’re so far behind, we don’t know what to do. 

(Hook 2)
We’re nothing but a bunch of broken bottles in the sand, 
where the message reads, “please help me, I don’t know who I am”
Touching on the palms of people laying on their backs,
saying someone on vacation doesn’t have time for the facts. 

We’re nothing but a bunch of broken bottles in the sand, 
We’re nothing but a bunch of broken bottles in the sand, 

(Chorus)
I can see the eyes that have been creeping through your window, 
sniffing for your wallet while checking for your bank notes.
Someday we’re gon’ make it and have houses made of miles,
someday we’re gon’ find a way to be the Rothschild’s.

The Rothschilds

(Verse 1)
The walls are caving in and we’re feeling crazy,
The paint is wearing thin on the ceilings lately. 

If it weren’t for taking pills, or for temporary thrills, 
then surely we’d be glued to the screens amazing. 
Humans step back, let the screens move forward.
Why do math, got a calculator for it?
Why do anything with half repore, 
but getting to the top takes too much practice for it. 

Most of us aren’t willing to instill the work feeling
to fulfill our inner demons and proceed to play the game,
and businesses are asking that you bend your broken asses
and you work a little harder for a half an ounce of fame.

This life we call so thrilling, our own heroes and our villains,
we can paint a perfect picture we deem worthy to be framed,
but first we must get glasses to distinguish from the masses
and to realize that consuming gives to someone else is reign. 

We say we don’t have time but we’re feeling lazy,
the paint is wearing thin on the ceilings lately
say we don’t have time to get creative,
man we say it is a crime – the rent we’re paying. 

Humans step back, let your mind come forward,
put away the phone though you’re dying for it.
Just think for a second its your brains support
for finding out your cause and letting knowledge pour in. 

(hook)
Just Breath for a Second (x3)
Just Breath

Just Breath for a Second (x2)
Just Breath

(Chorus)
Good things are things that take their toll,
All the best medicine is habitual.
And I need just to slow my roll,
screaming for a taste of lovely tobacco. 

(Verse 2)
Smoke is in my lungs and it hits retreat,
little bit of little bits of tars do seep 
and I fiddle with a terrifying thought so deep,
that the world is like a lung and we smoke the streets
The world is like a lung and we smoke the streets 
and this life is like a song with no consistent beat
and we’re living in our homes, 
shivering in our bones,
debt collector’s on the phone
so we drag our feet.

What are we doing man, are humans the worst?
Whose idea was it to poison the dirt?
Why are we playing with a capitalist heart, 
though to start,
we should check if any organs are hurt.

These thoughts in our head are crazy, and I can’t think anymore
It’s 7 am and its rainging and there’s a lock on the door .

I want to start a movement, having message to my grooving,
moving lessons of our choosing right on top of the youth. 
But ironically the music that the public finds amusing is
 the music just for fun where no one finds any truth. 

(Chorus)
Good things are things that take their toll,
All the best medicine is habitual.
And I need just to slow my roll,
screaming for a taste of lovely tobacco.

Smoke The Streets

Husino's First and Only Love Song. The light hearted song off of the upcoming release.

Hooligans

Song Release Date on Spotify, iTunes, etc. - 07/16/2019

Lyrics: 
I can bend or break around the rules, 
Aiming for the eight, I'll hit the cue. 
I guess you win this time, it's nothing new, 
I guess you win this time, It's nothing. 

And I looked too far ahead, 
wasn't focused on in front of me, day dreaming in my head 
a locust on a hallowed tree, she bites with no apology 

_______________ 
Verse 1 : 

Heartbreak's a bitch, 
karma is part of the problem I'd guess, 
would you pardon the mess? 
Hardly I'm crawling with her voices calling, 
"I think we should rest". 
Though I thought we were the best... 
so I thought we were the best, 
It's probably karma from all of the Pharma I've learned to digest. 
I put my pen on my chest, it bleeds through the best. 

Sips of bliss & candle wicks - 
reminisce the picture quick. 
and I never got a handle of your language - 
how to handle the emotions that you channel 
with such confidence. 
and it's common sense - she never really smiles when I give compliments, so I contemplate what's the consequence of letting down these walls to build them up again. 

*Chorus* 

And I don't, and I don't, and I don't, and I don't believe in you... No I don't believe in you. 
cause you don't, cause you don't, cause you don't, cause you don't believe in me... No you don't believe in me... 

Verse 2: 
I can see your face in the mirror - weird 
thinking of the words that I still hear - fear 
is oppressive, though you'd think I'd learn my lesson 
but tested, I'm not the best at raising questions. 

You didn't know what you wanted, I'd of waited, no complaints if you still tried to treat me often - it's exhausting. 
Like a moth to the flame or a flame to the coffin, like a moth to the flame, to the flame. 

I'm still hurting though I helped you dig the whole 
and now another guy he gets to take you home... well.. 
the body that we built is seeping mold, 
and now I'm lying when I tell myself oh well. (x2) 

*chorus*

Nothing New (ft. Phoebe Tsen)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J48M2o-HeZY for the full lyric music video.
____________________________________________________________
Lyrics:
Humanity is vanity so wealth - it won't just change. 
and insanity is candidly not working towards gains., 
politically we're looking at two sides of the same game, 
but the rules are changing fast and automation is at the frame. 

You got to think of the people, you oughta think of the Yang. 
Not saying money is evil, the fact of the matter is humans are feeble 
and robots are cheaper... 
so we're losing our jobs. 
Trucks are now driving themselves, 
and amazons gunning at malls. 

Trickle Trickle up, Give $1,000 bucks - 
trickle trickle down, it's too outdated now 
Give em' just enough ensure their family's lunch, 
but not enough to bring the competition down look... 

Critics are saying, "inflations awaiting.," 
but s*** they are saying is laying adjacent 
with all of their lies and all of this marketing. 
Who really wins in these trickle-down harmonies? 

Bring out some promises - open their ears., 
Financial problems - its profit or fear., 
but give us some money to pay off arrears 
and people are happy - in yang we cheer. 

****Yang quote/snippet*** 

You got to think of the people, 
you oughta think of the Yang. 
Not saying money is evil, the fact of the matter is humans are feeble 
and robots are cheaper... so we're losing our jobs. 
Trucks are now driving themselves, 
and amazons gunning at malls.

The People (Yang Gang Anthem)

Deep Lyric Remix. Lyric video will be available on Youtube in a few days. See the Youtube Link in my bio to check it out. 

Lyrics:

I mean where the f*** should he really even start? 
Find a cause that will hit you in the heard,
feed some kids, turn some poetry to art
giving back - take the crack out of heads
think the fact is they can't fight addiction from afar. 

I got 12 homes rent them out no charge, 
they live clean though - shit it'd be a start
if you got big packs than advocate for change,
most with big stacks throw it all away
or clean bottles up & save up all the waves. 
There's a big gap between the wealth today
& now the too rich - they really don't behave. 
When they die - most have nothing in their grave. 

When I die, give my money all away. 
I really gotta put a couple rappers in their place.
Really spitting facts in a genre that is fake. 
Rat-a-tat-tat, and these doors I will break. 
Lil CC, make a beat asses shake
putting words together - makes no sense - that's some Drake.
Fans are gonna love it; it's attached to his name
But I gotta laugh, it's so funny, man I hate it.

He was on top after lyrics meant a lot
Missing Nas & Pac, serving food for some thought.
Still on top cause the public wants a drop,
Yeah I wanna swap - making millions for some slop.

He don't wanna change cause he's passing off the blame. 
Mob ties - children idolizing hate
Word to juniors, young kids, all the same
Tell them to provide it's their knowledge that will pay. 

I really gotta put a couple rappers in their place. 

***So many rappers with millions of ears on them... especially adolescent ears, but all they are doing is selling a dream life without any knowledge to help achieve it. They are damaging self esteem & ethics because it sells - and that is damned shame. ***

*Chorus*

Money in the Grave [Deep Lyric Remix] - Drake Diss Track

What's wrong with the world or is it wrong with me?
Does it matter if it's fake, when the grass stays green?
Still at awe with the lawn on a neighbor's screen, 
while I scoff at my shades of wood & hickory. 

Where the ocean meets the sky is where we contemplate time;
where the mountains fold up is where it all seems fine.
(and) as our days grow older - a blanket out of boulders
as you've passed through the colder, everything's a beach.

Even in decline I don't feel so I feel great
I don't feel so I feel
Even in decline, I don't feel so I feel great
I don't feel so I feel.

Center of my universe, not center of the world.
Attention to the soup of interactions that we stir:
carrots & tomatoes, potatos or potatos;
only difference is the ladle and in how we read the label. 

I don't feel so I feel great,
I don't feel so I feel
Even in decline, 
I don't feel so I feel great, 
I don't feel, I don't feel

I don't feel on a reel,
dragging in for the kill.
Sealed are my eyes
in this light shade of teal. 
What is real - I can feel 
when the goal is the bills. 
Draggin' in for the kill. 

If choice is always free, then why am I predictable?
And all beautiful things come with pain that's equivocal.
Inconsistent are my thoughts, though they can be cyclical, 
Naked in my dreams, but a metaphor that's cryptic..
political endorsements, hospitable endorphins, 
acting like one's happiness is policies foreign. 
Or even those domestic - it's simply misdirection
power's hidden in your necklace & your mind, how it's reflecting.

Even in decline I don't feel so I feel great.... 

Center of my universe not center....

Chorus...

Blunders & absurdities, I feel them creeping in. 
Only finding certainty in places I have been. 
Don't have to be a Hercules to put my mind at rest, 
Currently I'm focusing on the positives. 
Where the ocean meets the sky is where we contemplate time.
where the mountains fold up is where it all seems fine.
(and) As our days grow older; a blanket out of boulders,
as we pass through the colder everything is a beach... 

Even in decline I don't feel so I feel great.... 

Center of my universe not center....

Carrots & Tomatoes

Intro:
Some people take drugs for fun
Others take them for perspective - to see a picture from all angles with each lens available.
To try and see the object as a whole
to see outside of the expected. 

Verse 1: 
and so he slept under trees, in his sleeping bag of leaves 
and he finds what he once was isn't what he wants to be. 
A home that bleeds, "I am living", how to be forgiven - 
at peace with the lease of this land that we were given. 
Crooked teeth, but at least opal tends to pick a glisten. 
Far beneath, all these things all our greatest lies are wishes 
and if rap is really poetry you'd take a second look 
shit, if rap is really poetry, let lyrics be the hook. 

Chorus: 
Rolling with the breeze, you could say I'm breathless 
This train is off the tracks - gotta' let it free. 
Got me seeing threes - you could say I'm fucked up. 
got me seeing threes - you could say, only you could say 

Verse 2: 
Put your mind in a box - send it off to the sea. 
I hope you find it later at the time that you need. 
Put your mind in a box - so buried in the weeds. 
Got offered the day off, well how bout' 2 or 3? 
I can be your eulogy, your passing off the news to me. 
The neuess you see is usually just stowed away so prudently 
and suitably I'm all about community. 
I'd rather live frugal if my kin can live fruitfully, truthfully. 

Chorus

Verse 3: 
Maybe this'll be a glorious day - luck can change 
give a fuck about the polaroid I shot yesterday. 
Stay away from the unhooked railway, quick delay but it's heading your way 
nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen, carbon 
doesn't mean a thing which means meaning is a bargain. 
Nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen, carbon, 
different from a garden but our energy's in common 
I'm not stopping, growing till I blossom 
even deep in autumn, solemn, though my leaves are rotten. 
Losses are just learning, problems always turning, 
99 they count without the new ones that are stirring. 
Now I'm just a problem, a microphone goblin. 
Other rappers possums, fallen, cause I can rap quantum, 
if you want to know though I only wanted fro-yo. 
lyric bars were low I had to send them through the ozone. 

Interlude & Chorus

Final Verse: 
We all want attention 
manifests in different means, 
got to be selected - part of the human machine. 
tryna be the sergeant major in a heard of marines 
tryna be the bluefin tuna in a pack of sardines 
this ain't new to millennials, comparing is centennial 
but now we sit & scroll & scroll, comparing's continental 
shit'll drive you mental, shit without my pencil, I'd go Madoff till I'm laid off, I'd have to sail off.

Chorus

Seeing Threes

Lyrics - 
Lights at every angle - 
unable to ignore, it's a fable to explore, 
but now my words are getting tangled. 
Think you want it till you get it, then you question if you...

Leaving the leisure, believing in reverb. 
I'm seizing this window, these seasons may revert. 
Perceived as the teacher, still grieving but eager, 
believing a feature is near. (near, near, near)

Questioning whether the stars will align, 
wrestling tethered, so far but inclined - 
I'm testing the waters, they're hot and they're bothered
this dream I have fathered is hung on a vine. 
Pestering on the material things
venture to guess, they'll sequester the blessed. 
an investor who says if the fat lady sings, 
I hope it'll happen to me. 

With this pen I seal my fate, 
lineate the assonance, I'm asking if my rhymes are great?
Littigate a rapper's suede,
a business man, a renegade
parading by the barricade who slammed the gates on rap's decay. 

Close my eyes cause I just can't stop dreaming. 
Hope I'm changing something of your thinking. 
Rising quick I hope you were not blinking. 
Avalanche, I'm crawling through these creeks. Got...

Lights at every angle - 
unable to ignore, it's a fable to explore, 
but now my words are getting tangled. 
Think you want it till you get it, then you question if you...

Keep your eyes on the stars but plant your feet on the ground 
The sound's hot enough to orbit, keep the earth spinning round
I know success is how you make it
to never be complaisant, 
a feather in the way wind
the planks are not yet painted...

rain could break away the paint that lay 
so thinly on my surface.
Thoughts stay on lay away to fade
the grace that I've been surfing.
Let's face today - the 9 to 5 - to pay for ears to hear
hoping Husino's a household name to fear within the year. 

Close my eyes cause I just can't stop dreaming. 
Hope I'm changing something of your thinking. 
Rising quick I hope you were not blinking. 
Avalanche, I'm crawling through these creeks. Got...

a sea of bees, there'll only ever be one queen
and knee to knee, the preacher only hears em' sing (x2)

Lights at every angle - 
unable to ignore, it's a fable to explore, 
but now my words are getting tangled. 
Think you want it till you get it, then you question if you...

Avalanche

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Lyrics:

What you want for today? 
Need to release all this cheese from the bank
We could seize from this race - 
Gerbals and vermin just lost in a maze, yeah that’s me. 

Used to be used by a medial few, but the coup that I drew is just two down the queue. Any move could undo all that’s left to pursue, but you must be a few to create something new…
But we need something new and I’m hoping to change that.
What I want from today is some power to change or a history playback. 

Chorus:
All the people crowded in the streets - all we wanted was peace, all we wanted was peace
But all that we know is stuck on loop, repeat on repeat (x2)

What you want from today? 
Haunting and taunting your dreams when awake
Ought to be trying to not keep it hiding - the thoughts fortifying imposter’s array
Deep in the fray, in the depth of the water, the ocean, your body, your problems that bother were gone yesterday. 
Sheep to the slaughter and sent to buffets. 
Delirious states to depart for the day. 
Lips of the lion kiss silisibon; pissed that the ride took me miles away so I guess I’m just walking to find me a village to hide all these thoughts in. 
Craziness boxed in. 
Lazy, exhausted; the same simple thing when you’re walking departed

Chorus

What you want for today? 
Shoot, probably nothing. 
When your thoughts are too loud and you can’t figure out how to do and stop fronting. 
Seems better just to do but the social residue got you lost in the buzzing…
At least you did something
At least you did something. 

What you want from today? 
Interim break from an intimate action; 
Ritalin baked and we’re swimming in passive. 
Living in now, never livid reactions…

But other people take, you can’t change the world from the belly of a snake.
Where toxins lay thin and dioxins’ll flake
Nice ain’t always right when what’s right is at stake (x3)

You can’t change the world from the belly of a snake (x4)

Chorus

All The People (ft. oks-logo)

1,0,1,1,1,0… etc., 

Verse 1:
Hol-e-ograms in a tall blade of grass
With a whole lot of hands up, best kid in class 
And I keep in my pocket and he always hears me talking
But I never mind so long as he can help me with my homework. 
Maybe we’re all just x’s and y’s, derived by experience and hormones and thighs
But a simple string of code or 1,000 lines is 
Now bringing me my coffee; hanging clothing lines. 
1-0-1-1-1-0, etc. 
We color each other with smudges and smother, a crayon as a mother to see who we’ll be. A coach or a brother to toast as if tougher or boast as if colors are theirs for the choosing

And I’m feeling kindof useless but there’s part of me that likes that…. A parting of the alley cats… out the sewer but the habitat's… still down there with a slough of rats. 

Oh wait, lost in a crowd…
Give it no direction to find what climbs out
Maybe we’ll be happy or maybe we’ll be bored
But most of us are struggling - infrastructure snored. 

I’m like sooo great… the poorest get ignored.
The wealth has sparse more since 2024 
When a record setting nanochip
Outed all the costs, hope was lost, but technology was cheaper than before

1,0,1,1,1,0, etc.

Pardon the close, I just wish for a miss but without all the folks its a bit too accurate. 
I just think of the old days where everything seemed natural
Naturally, greed can be a sight or a seed

Our habits are a beast let’s just close our eyes and feast
But the reefs slowly meet a modern greek tragedy
The sea is green & save the bees a crazy man once said to me
But now I think a hanging tree deroots the corporate prophecy

Living by the pound
Alt-delete could make me lose all of my sound
Down with quality 
If you want to, I could drown 
Into deeper waters, find me the profound
If we make it out alive
If we make it out alive
If we make it out.

1,0,1,1,1,0, etc.

We color each other with smudges and smother, a crayon as a mother to see who we’ll be. A coach or a brother to toast as if tougher or boast as if colors are theirs for the choosing

Ominous oddities, frivolous follies - opportunity’s offering privacy policies. 
Where’ll all the jobs be in 2043? Fuck will we have when we’re fired for machines? (on repeat till end of song)

2043

New track "Lap Dog" coming soon! Some Hip Hop - Some Indie. In short, we make what we want to in the moment and hope you guys like it!

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