Lyrics: 

VERSE 1:
Tick tick 
Tick Tock 
Time to get yo shit rocked 
Drop you in the wasteland 
call that shit a pit stop
Thought you had great plan 
Now you looking pissed off 
Working for a paycheck 
That you spending at the thrift shop 
Little man Gridlocked
Quiet like a pin drop 
Till i roll away
Then they brave with they shit talk 
Pressure in the ziploc 
Fresher than a mint drop
I been elevating 
Counting down till my lift off
Whatchu really thought I didn’t
Mean the shit that I be spittin
This ain’t how you make yo living
You a motherfucking gimmick 
I was forced to make decisions
That gone haunt me till I’m finished
So I’m working on my penance 
Getting funds n mind my business 
If the lord my only witness 
I ain’t tripping cus he got me
Keep my head up 
fold this paper like I’m making origami 
Fuck my bitch 
N make these waves like I’m creating a tsunami 
Weather the cold
I took off my coat 
But I kept the holster on my body 

HOOK:
Cuts on my hands 
What you know about some tetanus 
Stacking up them bands like I’m outchea playing Tetris
World in my hands such a overwhelming presence 
Third eye open so they tryna take my essence
Let it go 
Get some mo 
Know its time to put that work in if I see the money low
Let it go 
Get some mo 
I be smiling when I see the paper fold

VERSE 2:
BITCH I SWING LIKE ASHITAKA
SICK OF ALLA THESE IMPOSTERS
SAY THEY LOVE U N THEY GOT YA
THEN THEY PRAY THAT YOU WONT PROSPER
PUT NO TRUST UP IN THESE DOCTORS
OR THESE LAWYERS OR THESE COPPERS
BOY IM DRINKING LIKE A SAILOR N IM SMOKING LIKE A RASTA
IF I CATCH EM ACTING OUT 
IM SAYIN HASTA 
LA VISTA
I AINT GOT THE TIME
TO GO N MEET YA ON THE BLEACHERS
FOCUS ON YOUR GOALS 
DONT FOLD WHEN THEY NEED YA
MY FAMMO NEED A CRIB N MY BRUDDA NEED A VISA
SO IM PUTTING IN THIS WORK
JUST TO BUY MY MOM A HOME
OFF BRAND T SHIRT WITH THE CANDY PAINTED CHROME
YOU HAVE VERY LITTLE WORTH 
LESS YOU SITTING ON SOME GOLD
U AINT KNOW THE FEEL OF HURT
 WHEN YO HANDS IN THE COLD
STANDING BY THE FIRE SIMPLY WAITING ON THE THAW
WHEN YOU CANT GET ANY HIGHER AND YO BACK AGAINST THE WALL 
YOU AINT NEVER GET INSPIRED PROLLY NEVER TOOK THE CALL
SO YOU GONE WITH THE WIND LIKE THE LEAVES IN THE FALL

ORIGAMI (Prod. BLOCK4EAR x PHIVEN)

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Anyway
Me myself and I 
go way back
Tryna find my way 
Like the waze app
I lost my way 
No mames guey
So many ways
 I could change 
But I’m not changing back 
Back to my ways 
When I put myself in the back
Now there’s no way
That I’ll be turning back
With all the trauma 
I gone through 
It’s hard to relax
Hard to rest  
Looking In the mirror 
Like a thousand yard
 starring contest 

Tired of these comparison Olympics 
It’s not a contest 
Your pain isn’t any less real 
Just cause some other person saw a little more neglect 

I’m Venting in this music
 for me it’s so cathartic 
I’m Mopping the floor with the underground with each lyric

Used to be incessantly nefarious  
On my sock puppet
Not tryna be manipulated like a sock puppet 
Was hopscotching between 
The malt liquor and scotch 
Hada turn down the festivities a notch 
Liquor made me twisted like some licorice 
Crazy how liquor is 
Crazy how that is 

Lucky if we see mañana
Be happy you made it this far 
Like a zealot saying hosanna
This music ain’t a act no Hanna Montana 

Airing out these lyrics
like the little friend of tony montana 

Feel like season four
 Ruth Langmore 
These lyrics are not labor 
From troubled beginnings 
 Kim wexler 
Got a code 
Like I’m Dexter 
Immense Vocabulary 
Blacklist James Spader 

My fathers words
stick with me
Like Mr. Robot 
Christian Slater 


deserving of a clean slate 
one way or a another 
People turn on you 
Iike what you see in the wire


In my whip blasting South of Heaven by Slayer
Keep that circle small 
So you dont dread the people on your roster 
I’m twisted in the head like a dread 
On the head of a Rasta 

Unique style 
Like I’m Zeb Powell out my dental
Leavin more than a dent 
It’s torrential
Making moves like a pterodactyl
Even when I’m down 
I’m winning still 
Never give up like 
The values
my grandpa instilled 


Death is inevitable 
Soon we’ll be worm food 
Pushed away with a shovel
Totally forgotten 
As the past turns to rubble 
Timeless with my words 
Thier a time capsule 

Yeah I 
Went from down to party 
To feeling Blasé
My music an Exposé
They cannot hold a candle to me

Used to yearn for peace 
like Ralphie wanting that BB gun in a Christmas story 
Some people on 9/11 
survived an elevator free fall 
 80 stories
Just for the building to eventually collapse
 on them entirely

Morale of the story 
When it’s your time to go 
 it’s your time homie 
We live in chaos
And nothings set in stone 
So make sure you make
 this life your own

THOUSAND YARD STARE (Prod. anemic)

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SubFreak - Cloud Nine

Gorilla is a fun new original I finished, with a message to live freely and follow your heart, regardless of what society says you’re “supposed” to do! The song is produced by me and vocals are my own as well :) 

Lmk what you think in the comments!!

Malibu

iamwestphal