Beat: End Game by PlatinumSellersBeats
Lyrics:
Beat me up like mainstream social media
steal my thoughts like cambridge analytica
Put me down like a part of the system
fuck me hard like capitalism

I’m not a pretty girl
I’m not even a pretty boy
and those aren’t even that pretty,
but you, you search and destroy
you make me wanna be one
like the youtube algorithm
make me wish I had a filter in person
ctrl+Z your impression of me
then reverse and become a different version
not so weakened from working
daily in a company
I don’t even want to be in
I just wish I could just enjoy your company
before my own introversion and lack of money come for me
but at the end of everyday, my charisma goes away
and I don’t got a lot of that
I just got a lot to say
and now everything I say
is a nihilist cliché
depression performs the back vocals, I just harmonize okay

I thought I had enough stakes
the media says it’s all okay
but that ain’t what the numbers say
now apocalypse is on its way
it’s capitalism’s latest stage
a global warming increase on a rampant rage
burning forests that give us rainy days
as the people instead of uniting give in to what propaganda goes and say
the koch brothers got their sources paid
ay
the billionaires can go to space
in elon musk ships wearing neuralink gear
as the proletariat gets left alone to sink here
watch netflix, drink beer
feel inadequate and feel fear
you couldn’t stop your family from fracturing
what makes you think the planet will be better, then?
só waste your health in arguments
with neofascist channers thinking irony protects their ends
and pro-monarchy LARPers who are just as lonely as you, man
until you vanish, scattering
into a million pieces
being dust would be a betterment
when depression’s validated by facts, you can’t
really call it a disorder, then
let’s shift to hedonism
feeling good by any means might be 
the last viable mission, so

Millenial Malcolm

Like capitalism

Beat: Sweet vibe (prod. immark)

Lyrics:
I dreamt that every clock stopped
and the sands of time dropped
out the hour glass, into the earth,
to feed the trees and leave it be
every moment paralyzed
always present, nevermind
no now or then, no lack of time

and

we moved free, 
roaming through eternity
no busy streets
skating through the frozen styx
bidding amidst death and life
interweaving every line
party and rest every night
everything, every time

no broken hearts frustrated
they should’ve healed with time
no grieving for lost families
or what was never mine

no ashes on the forests
no verses or choruses
all thoughts and wishes
no apocalypses

it’s the metamorphosis
when we don’t rush to break the chrysalis
no prologues or prefaces
no nostalgia or prophecies
curse ptolemy the third
and christiaan huygens
men created the solution
to a problem we’ve produced
a feeble offer, weak illusion
the cheap godhood of saturn
and our financial status
never needed fusion
now we’re lost in the confusion
always half an hour late
to the next surprise mistake
we’re bound to make
when we lack the time to get away

time,
no time,
oh, time
why’d you take him?
why’d you take her, time?

oh time,
why’d you break my heart and leverage
why’d you let them all forget me

time,
oh, time
no time
I don’t have the time to  measure time

no time
I lost so much time
let’s run out of time together

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Samples from Doctor Who 10x1 "The Pilot"

bass boost glossolalia

Time

Beat by trippop

I go hoping
I can get back from the sorrow
we’re all growing
maybe I can be better tomorrow
oh oh oh

I
think I’ve been doing a poor job at living this life
I live in a town with beaches and sights
and spend all my saturdays bitching inside
of a house I spend a third of my salary renting
with two other guys
one of whom is an artist, the other’s TI
and I’m still the most isolated, fucking fine
sigh
got those hermit vibes and surface ‘Hi’s
comfort zone, but comfort‘s nice!
still scroll through your pictures like 
I don’t know what I will be finding
you were the last of my history worth writing
honestly, shit, I gotta stop this rewinding
my routine needs redesigning
I’m spending my days working and my weekends undecided
inexperienced, undefined
getting near graduation so maybe this will help or finally
it’ll just delete my last interaction time
I can’t wait to freaking find it

I miss my friends who moved
I don’t blame them, I will too
soon as I graduate, I’ll be bailing
but until then, what will I do?
I miss my relatives who died (oh)
but I don’t think I’ll do that in some time
as much as I wanna try it
okay, getting too dark

fine!
I’ll go to a bar and just stand kinda far
Yeah, that’s better than painting at home
fucking youtube makes me feel less alone
than these cool groups with hipster songs
I should do a song
get my bank apps
right, still can’t buy audio gear
write lame raps
on my smartphone again
awkwardly cut and post on instagram
I’ll be a musician in no time now!
hyperlynx shows drawing whole crowds, wow!
Is that my art on your shirt? so kind! how?
it’s sold out! oh, ilegal print? ah, I don’t mind!
property is poison exploitative nonsense, plus
you’re in the show right now!

yeah, that’s not going down
talk to my distant friends on telegram
boringly scroll instagram
watch video essays and tweets by celebrities
then rinse, repeat again
has this misery an end?
I feel like it’s my fault somehow

I’m surprised I haven’t converted to the conspiracy men
doing redpill gamergate rants on 4chan
or flat earthers, scientologists or ancaps
bolsonaro neonazis with make brazil great again caps
I feel like I fit the demographic
the exploitable millennial introvert
who lacks the perspective on how people work
I just thankfully took a turn to the left
I’m all class revolution and trans rights
but in practice I just do facebook fights
I guess I’m the most useless fucking ally
but I’m not much better in any area of life
so

I go hoping
I can get back from the sorrow
we’re all growing
maybe I can be better tomorrow
oh oh oh

cant afford a mic

Better tomorrow

easily the worst mixed thing ever created but i don't have the original files anymore so
beat: playground, prod. by tunnA

Lyrics:
All my obligations feel like the results
of someone else’s decisions,
I woke up new and have to deal with  his lessons
his futures died so I could live
his movements, why, they’ve all but ceased
a butterfly is dealing with this caterpillar shit

It’s unfair but passing through these stages
is all we have and I’m afraid
this is but another phase
and if I throw it all away 
I will regret when I, too, fade
and lose the battle, like, touché
that’s for my next version’s crusade

hey

we’re all but little jenga towers
built on memories, now is   
never then but time 
will never bend to
power or identity,
ours is to 
amend the anachronisms,
scan for flaws and edit
let trauma take the credit
from changing child to man
or notions that defy
a gender or normality’s agenda
I’m causality’s own nemesis
society’s apprentices
die like little lambs
when zeitgeists suffer penance
for the time it made me spend

and

yeah

I’m near my evolution
I’m grieving my alternatives
I’m reaching absolution
I will be prepared to give
all I would have had
if I conformed and let it happen
I will thread my reality
and let my monsters grab me
 
metamorphosis need cocoons to break
denied acropolis pick my mistakes
let me shed my skin fall as I fly away

Fly Away

Beat prod. by 14wrldwd
Sampling by me tho

Lyrics:
Can’t remember the last time I logged off social media
the sentiment tastes better when the engagement is immediate
consuming every content til I get to make my vidya
the headache is a symptom but the disease, it goes deeper, yeah?

two screens, motherfucker 
three if you count the phone
seven hundred tabs
where the beat coming from?
 
I don’t know, it’s momentum, man
lost control, had to go with attention span
m-m-mental lambs to the algorithm god but 
I keep worshipping at its magnificent altar
hand-on-bible swearing I am never gonna stop, I’m
imprisoned by the very prism I am often awed by
hansel / gretel candy prison, steel bars on the inside
dog filters each side
feels right 

[Sample] "Welcome to the desert of the real"

caught up in the web like a bitty fly
by ‘the web’, let’s be fair, I really mean a couple sites
and 2 apps, don’t go there, shit I’m still grieving vine
in the tiktok era of information high
please subscribe
share and like
comment how you wanna die
let us fight, ads will spike
cause the people wanna see blood
pain comes in waves so let twitter be the sea flood
grow a hunting habit like I’m elmer fucking fudd
 
data drama damage done a number on your mental fauna
pituitary gland a goner
sounded like a damn nirvana
til we saw it was 'Cobain'ing hundreds
all a sudden, rain and thunder
victims to the system we’d been operating under
storm was coming, all along
laid down our worries in the tables we been questioning
many different precedents
smelling the first cherosene
now skynet’s making presidents

oh
excellent

Samples:
"A Brain In A Jar On A Shelf..." by Timothy Ward 
The Matrix (1999)
Hyperland (1990)
First iPhone announcement
Oppenheimer's speech

An Application

Lyrics:
I’m that type of tired one gets before a major change,
a hoarse voice awkwardly trying to expand the range
depression child with a family record 
of attempts - suicide, disease and then death 
and the residual pain, I have been dealing with that
by crafting a peace bubble and keeping intact
yet reality in its struggle is sneaky, it gets
to you despite of all your shielding crafts
so as a crisis makes every little system inept
it puts a light on my own little procedures, I have
spent my life living as not to transmit and infect
the vox populi with this disease that I have
yeah 

And that is half a life
what are you gonna do tomorrow?
don’t walk towards the light
Walk your own path and let it follow

I always knew isolation would only take me so far
and with the world imitating,
feels like the end of an arc
quite the wake up call to find that your routine is 
equal to the healthy world’s quarantine procedure

the worst part’s I’m kinda giddy
they’re all asking “what about the future?”
see, I’m often found repeating
the articles and news about the climate change commissions
carbon dioxide emission, say I’m tryna rise the people
but I don’t make a difference, 
maybe I want a 
crowd as lost as me here
jealous of the planned tomorrows
so I try to plant some sorrow 
in their greener fertile soil
cause if joy comes easy for you, 
you deserve to have it spoiled
that feeling is rotten, shit is all wrong
I never set to be this hollow
oscillate two modes, from
walking memento mori
to hiding hikikomori
how dare I pretend it’s noble
when I make people worried?
fuck


And that is half a life
what are you gonna do tomorrow?
don’t walk towards the light
Walk your own path and let it follow

my joy has gone the way of carmen sandiego
can’t tell where in the world it is, though
I’ve been getting better, 
steadily finding joy in art again
Which makes me slightly scared that a virus could bring an abrupt end
it’s an odd feeling for somebody with my kind of mental struggles
to unironically fear a thought of the reaper coming
yeah, I thought of the repercussions
guess it’s a good sign that this time
I am not walking towards it, shit, I’m running
from it, back to my metaphorical conundrum
voices in my head, I turn to nothing but a humdrum
sick since I was born so if the corona should come
it’ll be just another monster that my body harbors under.

Samples:
Scratching Samples by Bronxio
The Matrix (1999)