my verses 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

The world is burning, and I'm not even sure how it started
I heard some person spilled the midnight oil onto the carpet
Of their apartment - others say an arsonist sparked it
Some even swear that it's been there since Adam fell from the garden, but I
Know that's a myth cuz I was in that crowded theater
When somebody shouted "fire" and no one around believed her
We were cave dwellers - sitting comfortably
Till I saw my shadow start to flicker on the seat in front of me

We watched the city being charred, and passed incinerated cars
Power lines alit like C-beams that glitter in the dark
And from above you could witness amber threads cover each district
On the CNN feed like they were written in the stars
They said riot vans were supplied to each fireman
And hired hand who tried and tried again without a fighting chance
So now we're out the frying pan and into the fire
And each day it's like I'm trapped inside a cigarette lighter

Since that night I've changed - I quit romantic interactions
Cuz it felt a little tactless to be having Tinder matches
Runnin' into old flames'd just be a drag if it happened
Kicked the habit - and don't forget the risk of getting gaslit
These days, Steam games I've just been avoiding
My temper is like embers and my blood's always boiling
Wearing flared jeans is sorta fine, blazers might be borderline
Sears in short supply, I hear they're under-employing
Despite the deaths I'm abandoning rituals like candlelit vigils
I've never been less keen to use my Amazon Kindle
Our panicked officials may as well be a man with a fiddle
Who does nothin' but stand in the middle of Rome as it burns

Their plans are all wishful, they say so many words
They're understanding and civil, and then they vote to adjourn
Their only concern that they don't just totally shirk
Is when they open their purses for brokerage firms
I know, that's absurd - and now we're seeing folks selling merch
For purchase with cutesy slogans that you can throw on a shirt
Like how adulting in the midst of an inferno's the worst
I heard a talk show host's selling fire-themed frozen desserts

Meanwhile the radio reports conditions improving
Cuz look, this crematorium owner says business is booming
A former friend's a flame skeptic, he says evidence is weak
Cuz you can't ever just believe the shit on MSNBC
I'm worried for him but I'll be the first to admit
For a disbeliever, he's certainly quick at burnin' a bridge
People's takes have gotten blazing hot - and if you make a blog,
You can say anything and get shared by a Facebook mom
Fake or not - like "fire alarms are government tracking machines"
Or "how to get the perfect smokey eye naturally"
Or "grow sage 'n' rosemary for homemade potpourri
To mask annoying gas leaks while you Postmates groceries"

Okay, so can we just skip to the epilogue?
I'll even leave a nice review of it up on Letterboxd
Forget the plot, forget the scent of scorched pines and oak
Forget the sight of the horizon cloaked in plumes of rising smoke
Pretend we never saw the sky turn the colour of blood and honey
Like a flame spirit drunkenly swallowin' up the country
As hundreds of tongues consume any inquisitive moth
Its voice a hiss when it talks, on trails of igneous rock
I thought fire was a gift till I saw it melt the ice caps
So Prometheus, i 'preciate it but send it right back
And now I'm rambling - shit, I've been lettin' my mind stray
When I got chores to handle and there's still ash in my driveway
They say if you can't stand the heat get out of the kitchen
But now my kettle's makin' sounds, the fumes are cloudin' my vision
So till the ground is extinguished and we've doused the whole world in rain
I've got no choice but to learn how to live life in eternal flame

the world is burning

Based on a tweet by jomny sun https://twitter.com/jonnysun/status/517461703630794752

Art and beat by me!

edit: thanks for 5k plays, I made it downloadable!

_________________

LYRICS:

He first learned the word "star" in a nursery rhyme
A verse sung to Mozart, a theme he heard every night
And when they told him to shoot for the moon he knew he would do it
Moving beside the planets, dancing to the tune of their music

Readin DK space encyclopedias, recesses missed
Each weekday at six, space episodes on PBS kids
He'd watch the comets flyin, learned at twelve to spot Orion
Read Dawkins, Hawking, Tyson, and then moved on to rocket science

Soon traversed the universe, flew unburdened, swooped and swerved
Left behind the rules of Earth and hung a right by Jupiter
Floatin on past Oberon, every heavenly deity
Slowly drifting freely but alone towards the Pleiades

He saw the spirals of galaxies in his fingerprints
The patterns of Saturn's rings depicted on every single tip
And gazed into the past at a perforated black canvas
Full of tiny lanterns that may already have half vanished

He was a speck of dust in the celestial ether
Left the clutches of Mother Earth, uncertain when next he'd see her 
A part of the stardust, the hardest part was losing track
Of his human past and future, consumed in the blue and black

And after so long as a cosmic message in a bottle
He wanted a shore to wash up on, a modern day Apollo
Post-Sagan space vagrant drained from aimless astral drift
His addled brain turnin asteroids to asterisks

At a loss, thoughts turned to his life before blasting off
"I just want to go home" admitted the astronaut
And as his words reverberated cross light-minutes, they found a soul
"So come home", through the static came the sound of ground control

But when he turned around to face the void in the dark
He heard "ｓｏ  ｃｏｍｅ  ｈｏｍｅ" spoken from a voice in the  stars
But when he turned around to face the void in the dark
He heard "ｓｏ  ｃｏｍｅ  ｈｏｍｅ" spoken from a voice in the stars

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alienation

feat. @ibr
prod. @drwn_dot
mix. @ibr

Rock hard below this asteroid belt, exhale breath slow/
open fly, while she's caught inside the James Webb scope/
she could be a star within this vouyerism galaxy/
planets strung together, toys within her gadgetry/
watched her Parker/park her Solar Probe beyond event horizon/
see her flush with solar flares, misrepresents inviting/
booty rises more than tides when she moves/
breaks out the paddle when she's naughty, two dark sides on the moon/
damn, girl's figure's tighter than an airlock/
puts the ass in the astral body, zoom in as her hair falls/
you can hear that booty clap, in the vacuum of space/
call up Planet Express, I've got a package to place/
no pants like Zap Brannigan, I wanna bend her over/
period, I'm serious, I'll even run through red like rovers/
I'm, Curiosity, but that pussy's killing me/
she wants a pillar of creation, not a humble six inch piece/

I call her NASA Akira, crushing hard like a black hole
Her heavenly body puts the hot in Hoth but she acts cold
One giant leap for my manhood when her booty drop
I love her flaws too, even Jupiter got a beauty spot
Bought the Comet Sutra, ten woolongs per chapter
Big spoon and Little Dipper's got a good ring to it like Saturn
Findin the zero-G spot, my Venus for life
Thick as fuck, cuz her butt's a little meatier, right 
Every Tom, Dick, and John knows her pussy Titor
I'm a hadron with a hard-on, we should get in the collider
Always wearin a Gundam, we'll practice safe mechs
No Gagarin reflex, Elon Musk with the SpaceX
She almost got me spellin ISS with an A
No telescope required, my naked eye needs friends for a change
Keep it fresh, and like Pluto - not plan it anymore, and just
Boldly come where no man has come before

Intergalasstic II (ft. ibrahim)

OFF THE JUMP ALBUM  12.31.17

Vocals by:
@chriswrightotj
@noeldac
@atwood
@headhaunter
@ibr
@toccimc

Produced by:
https://soundcloud.com/kevmomusic

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@biskwiq

Stay tuned on our Social Media

twitter.com/offthejump

www.instagram.com/offthejump

and by visiting www.offthejvmp.com/

Lyrics:

[Hook: Chris Wright]
On the bright side I got all this money in my pockets now
Had to cop a PayPal card just to get it out
I don't even know like half these people they just come around
But if they start to talkin all that noise Ima shut em down

[Verse 1: RYCE]
Talk that noise ima push you to the side
F out my dms I'm just tryna live my life
You can not compete with me I stay cold bruh
Venomous benefits I'm meaner than king cobra
Excellence prevalent like Jehovah but I'm holier
Dripping flavor skipping haters I'm racing for the gold
And I'll never fold burning vivid like the stars now
You can not catch up to me

[Verse 2: Atwood]
Like skrr
Vroom vroom say bye to bitches
On the brighter side I got a lighter in me
You got pints of henny and designer linens
I got fire in me that been shining silly like, damn, chill
Hit em with a Advil
Headaches, yeah man how does that feel
Hand shakes my way on some dap shit
Bet you mad still broke bonds like a bad deal
Get a tad real and you backing away
Shit I'm still the old me like from back in the day
You know lil AP with the laugh in his face
Your whole crew got me dead like I'm passing away
Ay, I never looked away from the flashing lights
Look em in the face til the grave and they have me like

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 3: Headhaunter]
I don't ruminate in shade I just cast it all
I heard the light that's burning twice as bright lasts half as long
An astronaut planting flags in binary stars, write more than Asimov
Priceless oil painting portraits of me line the palace walls
Protagonist of film noir, self proclaimed lady killer
Tinder match with femme fatales, forgo friendship, fake the feeling
Fabricated synergy, these strangers speak in white noise
But I can silence them by pulling digits out this bright void

[Verse 4: ibrahim]
Flippin samples on a week night
Lit by candles and street lights
From watchin the stars to a shot in the dark
Now everything seems bright, yeah
Neon signs inside my eyelids till the break of dawn
Your fav emcee is payin me for makin beats I'd slay him on
Talkin noise we ain't gon hear em
I been with my gang like Akira
Block em out like Rothko paintings when they try to slide inside my DMs
No sleep writin out 9th chords with bass notes and the sound of synths
I breathe life into cyborgs with an inkstone and a fountain pen like yuh

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 5: Tocci]
Is it heaven or hell boy
The family's in jail boy
You gotta get the money so you posting their bail boy
Gotta have the crib or you stuck as the bell boy
If you're really bout your shit then there's nothing to tell boy
Like are you a dreamer boy
Or are you the cleanest boy
Catch me with the pack we be whipping in beamers boy
Fuck your noise
I be flexing with the head phones
She be sneaking, no touch tone
Really out when the suns low
See the scoobies then you ruh-roh

[Verse 6: Chris Wright]
Uh oh don’t testify
Put a dog in the pen like you set to fly
Ops shooting like, who alive, best to die
So I put aside you and I’m next to ride
Take a good long look, I don’t do no photos
Put a hood on with a few new logos
Set a mood wrong but I still lose polos
Drop a loose song cop a place out in soho
Aviators on with the retrofitted sakura shades
I’m really out lost in waves
Can’t bounce on a beat, that’s Austin’s way
But I’m still here trynna boss up my wage
Need payment bitches I don’t rap for fun
Future bright like a catholic nun
Fragrance on me when I spilt the rum
Flagrant with it, we just hit it and run

[Hook]

High Beams

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Bright Side (prod. Kevmo)

We hope you enjoy High Beams, our end of the year album and a culmination of our efforts in 2017! This is our thank-you to all of you for sticking with us for 52 weekly singles, and our way of ending them with a bang. Stay tuned for more cool stuff in 2018, and happy new year!

Vocals by:
@chriswrightotj
@atwood
@ibr
@noeldac
@headhaunter

Produced by:
@geo_1022

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover art by:
@biskwiq

Stay tuned on our Social Media

twitter.com/offthejump

www.instagram.com/offthejump

and by visiting www.offthejvmp.com/

Lyrics:

[Intro: Chris Wright]

Bright lights, 
Can’t help feeling this a zeitgeist
Out here living up a fine life, 
Got me feeling like
Got me feeling like

[Hook: Atwood & ibrahim]
Got me feeling like it's paradise 
I been running there like all my life
Got me feeling like it's paradise 
I been running there like all my life
Got me feeling like it's paradise
I swear I'm right about there
All my life I wanted shine somewhere
Got me feeling like it's paradise
I swear I'm right about there
All my life I wanted shine somewhere

[Verse 1: Atwood]
Running through lines like a running back
If you don't get it then run it back
Ay
I did that shit that I shouldn't have
Shh, got me shushing them 
They all be acting so suss I swear 
Yeah
Run it out
Run it out
Spit on a track til it's running out
My verses all lookin stand up
Yo verses all lookin run down

I might fly I might spike this shit
I wonder what kinda life I'll live, like what is this
To the sky with the heights I'll hit
I shine bright on some high beam shit, in the distance
(×2)

[Bridge: RYCE]
Said if you reaching for the skies put your hands up
Said if you reaching for the clouds put your hands up
Said if you reaching for the stars put your hands up
Said if you want your paradise put your hands up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Headhaunter]
I ain't in this game just to wait up
Wait here for Fate just to change up her make-up
Make up a brand new state where I wake up to Paradise Inc. fresh ink on my pay stub
w-w-w-wade upwards through the swamp, saying curse words with these large weights on my arms
Just to get to paradise like a parasite, take a bite if the pear is ripe or not
Errant knight that walks in a paradox
Wears his blood caked pair of socks
They can't bear to watch him bear the burden, barely heard the bear burst in through the brush
A brush with death, a burgundy dipped brush
Out the thicket with thick cuts, fucked up
Gotta think of way to get up those rungs
Rung the doorbell, wrung out blood, jump up

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Wright]
Can’t lie I’m the losing type
Shit, I’d hit it raw more but I’m too precise
I don’t know about a wave, but the movement’s tight
Got a short leash, but you know I’m super nice
I might hang ten when I’m bored
Girl called, phased in and I scored
Blame my phrasing and my vocal chords
No explaining why they closing doors
I’m like two shots down from a confidence boost
Trynna wake up every morning just to walk in a booth
When I’m mad at the mic, know we talking it through
This my first love, better never letting it loose
So as long as I got this microphone, 
and this pen in hand, I’m the light of Rome
Not a sinning man, I’m the rightest wrongs
Got a place in paradise, right at home

[Bridge]

[Hook]

Paradise (prod. Garrett)

Listen to Sisyphus I here: https://soundcloud.com/headhaunter/sisyphus-i-prod-ibrahim

There was gonna be a Sisyphus III with samsa until he retired - but we still wanted to put I and II out. Each track tells a different story.

Hook written by: @iamsamsa, art by me!

Lyrics:

I've been warpin through the fourth dimension, with no more to explore left
Toured each wormhole and vortex on my quest to just thwart death
A thousand ways to die, be it cardiac or cancer,
I travel time in hopes that some forgotten god will have the answer

I've traversed the valley of death's shadow searchin for Baphomet
In caverns where Apollo slept, I'm trackin down Nyarlathotep
Read some chapters next to blasphemous statues from magic texts,
Only two things are certain and I ain't paid my taxes yet

I've planned to see a glimpse of Panacea to bewitch her,
Intoxicatin mixtures of Rolling Rock and youth elixir
Each time I might've died, I rewind the time five days
Tryna skirt my demise and escape my divine fate

Encased in ancient Cenozoic ice - twice - but I melted.
The helmet of Hades I sheltered myself in's just a relic
Stopped by Mephistopheles - got lost in his home
Called up Yamaraja's phone and made philosopher's stones

On a first name basis with Chernabog, I've turned the clock
And urged Pandora to burn the box but it didn't work so hot
Got an ankh in my pocket, an ouroboros tattoo
Hoarded horcruxes, and I've sipped primordial soup

Implored the Four Horsemen to not be the mortal I was prior 
Sought out Orpheus but unfortunately just found a lyre
Did business with shinigami, and still continue clueless
Though I've interviewed Methuselah, listened to Anubis,
And been to every festival of death collecting talismans.
I've bribed Azrael to forget me and questioned Lazarus 
Got sacrilegious amulets and bracelets next to
Chained up phoenixes I ensared and experiment on in my basement

And at this rate I fear I've tried to find a cure in vain
Every year I age will disappear in time like tears in rain
But I've been here and there and I'll endure until my quest's complete
And desperately resist destiny as long as there's breath in me

Sisyphus 
Steady rolling boulders up the summit 
Sunday sundown watch em settle, monday sunup, watch em plummet
Yes I’m sisyphus
Static balance pebbles on the brink
Sunday sundown watch em settle, monday sunup, watch em sink

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Sisyphus II

feat. @ibr
prod. @abembeats
mix. @ibr

Lyrics:
Headhaunter:
Ax heads glisten in the twilight, chop the guards down/
and whittle them all down to nothing to see the wood chips blot the stars out/
I cough up a dark cloud, heart burns with forest fires/
animals howl at the scene as our kingdom's surely fortified/ 
I'm followed around by organ grinders with some somber songs as evergreens/
are drained of all their color as they fall and fall to frenzied swings/ 
from this death machine, that's hacking at tangled roots/
no conscience barks at me, grab ancient sequoias to break in two/

Hook:

I just chop and chop, chop the forest down to make a living/
under skeletal flocks of vultures and the acid rain that singes/
I just chop and chop, non-stop, won't halt or take a minute/
in the densest fog with mother nature making strange incisions/
I still chop and chop, chop the forest down to make a killing/
chop away the vines that reach towards my legs and break the feeling/  
of being over-encumbered, and not in control/ 
work the rest of my days but I want to go home/

Ibrahim:
I'm kissing maple trees with chainsaw tongues
Watch 'em bleed sap and leave behind a trail of dropped crumbs
And unstitch a million-acre quilt of ivy and moss
I'm an automaton with a hatchet striking a clock
In a metropolis populated by sycamore and hickory 
To rhythms of falling logs and a snapping twig symphony 
And as half-tempo my watch goes by and the sun crawls across the sky 
I chop at pines in the grasp of drowsy Father Time
My dreams are splintered fragments, visions of timber split by axes,
Paths littered with future cribs and caskets
Every swing a pendulum, sever roots till they're cleft in two
'Cause it's all I've ever known and it's all I'll ever do

Headhaunter:
Dim blue light refracts off ax heads from shadows to rainbows/
and leaves your psyche impacted when it glows, it accents the pathos/
I uproot dandelion weeds until they blow the sun out/
oaks are tugged down while eternity still laughs and pokes his tongue out/
and now I cut every hedge into animals, watch 'em come to life/
I daydream an off-world escape, where I live far away on the upper side/
but still unto forever and I'm non compos mentis/
a drop of sweat into the void where the chops chops are endless/

Chop Chop cont. (ft. ibrahim)

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

soundtracks for cyborgs!

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