old lofi verse about fire

neck tension

neurotic

god's kitchen (mashup)

honestly i randomly found this in my project files and thought it was neat, maybe ill make a full thing some day

random before bed beat (snippet)

i was listening to a bjork song with harp and wanted to kind of do a trap take on a similar motif

glacier

up b out of shield

was part of another beat but i removed it

nervous wreck

decay and such

in some kind of rut
killin time for what
sitting tight for months 
bills are pillin up 
plants are dead
like my plans with friends
need a silver linin
need to make my bed
wishin i could freeze the frame
wishin i could seize the day
think i need some change
or hope
whatever
feelin like a broken record
like a broken record
like a broken record
ppl are always ticked and they're wound up every few days 
like Father Time, they seem to always chime in with due dates
it's
like i took a power nap
and i woke up inside an hourglass
and now I'm trapped
my head in the sand 
tryna hold on to the present
or somebody's hand

hours open verse challenge

please don't ask me to link up
I just spent three racks out in Ginza
bitch don't think I haven't seen 
the type of shit you post on your insta

flex hard like Kevlar 
you need a depth charge just to drill into
if you can't hang, to be real with you,
it's prolly just a fuckin skill issue

move in silence
...how'd I manage that
need an anorak painted Vantablack 
for the camera flash and the pants to match

skeleton crew in my closet dressed in Rick Owens
came for a body like skin lotion 
and to bounce quick like the French Open 
let's get goin like

stokyo drift open verse challenge

Bad Blood, Blood on the Leaves, and a little bit of Famous

blood

A piano piece I wrote about walking to the bus stop in the morning, and all the weird and awkward and annoying things that happen on the bus when everyone is sleepily going through their morning commute

Performed at Wilfrid Laurier University by Annie Li at the March 22 Student Composer Concert

The sheet music: https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B2jLM1YeAegsU3NveTcwMHE3dkk

the 59 at 7:59

hot bars, I'm a flame swordsman
hot bars, like a rainforest
hot bars, I became Horus
the solar god, molten lava flow never laid dormant
got a fryin pan in my diaphragm 
pyromancer, got fire hands 
lighter fluid in my saliva and
my chest ignites like I'm Iron-Man
Rap game Prometheus, Khaleesi at a funeral
Nuclear fusion man I be steamin out my cuticles
No sweat, flow swelterin like ghost peppers 
cold weather, November snow won't get me in a wool sweater
let the winter come I'm prepared	
raps keep myself toasty in the icy air
fuck around and cause global warming
stop snow from forming and me wearing ninety layers
flamethrower to the snow, no drive way shovel
spit a verse at the wheel to solve my highway troubles
so as fall up and leaves and we all end up freezin
get your ibr bars this holiday season

garbage verse don't listen

a beat from a year ago, kinda neat but doesn't fit my regular page much

leaves

harbor

goddamn it

made this last year on the way to samsa's house

arteries

my sister came into my room a while back and we made a beat together (aka i showed her sounds/drum patterns/chords and she chose the ones she liked)

rice balls

sippy cups (demo)

part 3 of sisyphus, i finished what samsa had started writing, then got chris to rap it


Lyrics:

I was here before nothing you know you existed 
I'll be here when everything you knew is gone  
I made you in my image, thought of you as children, 
Thought that I was finished, I admit it though, I think I'm wrong

You were naive to think that you were the first
I was naive to think that you'd be the last
Pointless at best, and more than cruel at worst,
I've talked to you like this a thousand times in the past

I was never born, will never die, I've seen your kind through heaven's eyes
Since Genesis you've been inventing pens to write and genocide
And just to spend the time I kindled light from the dark
Then from mist and chaos I created life from a spark

I fashioned storms and galaxies and DNA from spirals
Balanced tidal waves, planetary rings and solar cycles
And coded every photon, atom, evening, and morn
Made you out of clay and light and fire just 'cause I was bored

But though I've combed the multiverse there's nothing but monotony
The same-old mass-extinction now no longer even bothers me
So I'll uproot a pillar of creation or two
or maybe cause a trillion supernovae just to reboot

Set off interstellar fireworks from antimatter bombs
Then hatch a cosmic egg from scratch to yield a brand-new dawn
And though it always ends the same I've got no Elysium
In this infinite existence to alleviate tedium

But maybe life's absurd and I just need to rebel
Despite my certain fate it doesn't mean that it's hell
So I'll keep molding solar systems, that should be enough
Rolling boulders in the Holy Kingdom til the sun comes up

Sisyphus III?????

knocking

hawk venom 
limited loss senegal
ritalin authentic across bethlehem
john lennon in raw denim

andromeda galaxy (and now we're dating).

hey biskwiq i stole that brass thing u always do

paper people

feel free to use this in videos, just credit me :)

@ibr is my main account

ibrahim - disney but lo-fi

i made a bet with atwood that i could make an angry beat and this is what i ended up with

wrath

sidewalks

interior crocodile alligator

this started off as biting bewhy can u still tell

________

I'm a deus ex machina rockin an Eva unit
Been walking in ancient ruins through profits from makin music
And offerin late excuses, I express my views through self effacement
Get beauty rest on a bed of inflated credit statements
 
Spendin the end of days with a hunched back, reading Lovecraft 
While my Whatsapp informs me on the latest bloodbath
Somehow the world looks like a pencil sketch
Crosshatched face, fists curling like a treble clef

So many people are dead to me that I've been through each step of grief
So frequently they resemble an Escher piece
Susceptible to just never doing anything so I
Fell asleep to an endless dream of electric sheep

Glasses cherry tinted, algorithms parasitic
Bearing witness, swear it on my parent's grave I rarely visit
Always feel it in my chest like a xenomorph
And I'm not even sure why I'm just sitting here and eating smores

rapping about smores or whatever

secondary account of @ibr (please message me there if you have any questions)

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