These thoughts, they be coming in deadly/
Like off with my head as the head aches ache/
Shit weighs deep like a comatose state got me/
Hallucinating like an endless dream/
Hyperventilating late in the evening/
Figures in the dark come creeping round/
Every corner, shadows lurk, stomach turns/
As I start to jurk, somewhat uneasy/
You was deceiving, never one to please me/
Don’t see why I found you pleasing/
You’re a fake, fiction not worth believing/
I believed in you and you betrayed me/
Took love like a console and played me/
Unplugged the cord from the wall and left/
The game stalled, got sick of the level you couldn’t beat/
Now you and I are incomplete, and we’re back on our shit/
From way back in the old days/
Back to our old ways doing all the old things we did/
When we did begin as if it’s any different/
Fuck who are we kiddin’ fuck a falling out with/

We wasn’t nothin but victims of a fucked up image/
Two kids with twisted perception and a gimmick/
And all we ever did was listen to our guts/
With loaded guns and pulled the triggers/

Like yeah, fuck running it back, fuck you/
For ever thinking I’d ever want that/
I only ever wanted the best for you in the end/
And that still seems distant after the climax/
You’ve yet to relax and attest to the past/
Let this shit rest and lay it to bed/
I bet that’s still you stalking my shit/
Called you out on it now so the profile switched/
Maybe I’m just spoutin’ nonsense/
Happened so long now it’s common/
As if logic would only consist of/
You on my page a couple times a week at least/
I bury these, only ghosts left of the memories/
These walls shriek but they don’t scare me/
I get in deep with the voices that speak/
They come soothing now/

We wasn’t nothin but victims of a fucked up image/
Two kids with twisted perception and a gimmick/
And all we ever did was listen to our guts/
With loaded guns and pulled the triggers/

(Guitar Solo)

DEADLY Demo

Trap

All Stars

G Code

Hey, jumping in, off the aeroplane, skydivin’/
Down to the plains below, landing next to the country roads/
Hop in a rover and roam over wherever this country goes/
Man, I feel as if I found my soul, lost in a home/
Long ago when home felt distant from my room/
And now I’m driving through typhoons as if I own the world/
Cuz everything’s just a lil chaotic, all these people seem robotic/
Think these figures need a sound check cuz/
The mics they hollar in sound off a bit/
I don’t think we get the message, everyone/
Saying something slightly different/
Yet we all fit in with it as if/
These preachers got us in deep with/
The statements they speaking as if they come true/

Life’s too complicated to stay situated/
Waterways were meant to move/
I’ve been bankin on the observation/
In the end there be nothing left to prove/
So go with it and handle your position/
Forget the opposition cuz the indefinite/
Finish is definite, definitely coming to/
Leave them others alone and focus on your own/
Getting caught up on your surrounding we’ll leave ya/
Struggling to grasp control/

Oh woah, freaking out, is turning round to be more so/
People down too frequent without a clue as how to/
Remedy the afflictions they be going through/
Oh, I don’t get why my chest gets tight, tense in/
These moments when these walls close in and opens/
When I’m next too you, but, when I’m next to you/
It’s as if a whole new place brews/
Where the dark gets bright without lights/
Cuz in the night it feels nice against your grooves/
I buy new shoes to walk along your side/
And make nice memories really real/

And come the end of our destination/
I’ll be betting we be holding hands/
Taking in the moment we had/
Breath show like fog in the cold wind/
You warm in that jacket I did give/
Right before we started this/
And my heart press against/
The edge of my skin looking in/
At your iris, right below them eye lids/
Pretty eyes, reflect the moonlight/
Satisfied, when I hold ya tight/
Life’s like a crazy ride/
Half the days I wanna die/
Every day I wanna be alive/

I always wanna be with you/
Oooo oh woah/
I always wanna be with you/
Oooo oh woah/
I always wanna be with you/
Oooo oh woah/
I always wanna be with you/
Oooo oh woah/

IRIS

Rising

Écouter

Sunset

Space Dream

lefbebe - Comète

you claim ghostwriter bro you cant ghost write your grammar lookin like it lost a ghost fight
every sentence a massacre commas collapse while your clauses ignite
you flex production but cant post no sight metadata laughs at your hype
i drop receipts contracts and files you drop excuses that bite

your verbs are extinct adjectives dead nouns misplaced
every line a crime scene every post a disgrace
i architect syllables build cathedrals from words
you stack letters like blocks but the meaning absurd

splitt from splitt records  i split jaws in sections multi syllable weapons dissectin your deceptions
you produced for d.s nah thats misdirection your resume a typo full of failed corrections
i engineer hits while you engineer lies your mixer a toy your studio is dry
every beat you claim is a fraud every kick you punch just a sigh

i fold rhyme schemes like origami my verses a maze
you stumble through bars in a grammatical daze
your crew a collection of clowns i spit missiles in waves
every line that i drop makes your mouth misbehave

im a composer with proof metadata in my file
you a poser with spoof every bar irrelevant and vile
talkin different breed but you barkin so mild
im a wolf in the cipher you a poodle gone wild

i twist syntax like pretzels bend flows like rivers
your lines drip like leaking faucets weak words that shiver
every internal rhyme calibrated precise
while you mumble in chaos cant even stack one slice

your spelling off beat your bars aint aligned
you ghostwrite for who bro you ghostwrite for time
every sentence you draft needs a spellcheck sign
you couldnt ghost my shadows if you plagiarized mine

i layer multi schemes like a cake with seven tiers
you spit crumbs on the floor while im shifting the gears
i bend words into weapons i turn syllables to steel
you drop flat pancakes while i break the seal

im packed with the patterns infinite layers of schemes
you stuck with the basics kiddin yourself in your dreams
splity splits syllables sharper than guillotines
your lines flatlined im revivin with machines

i calculate every cadence your flows cant compute
you throw words in the air i assemble them absolute
every metaphor a dagger every punchline precise
while you misfire and whimper like a dice without spice

so remember the brand yeah the motto legit
we dont follow we splitt and spit every hit
your jaw get split like the name on the fit
splitt records on wax and you aint cut for this shit

i engineer cyclones while you puddle in puddles
every multisyllable flip i spit bursts and huddles
your spelling a circus your grammar a mess
i leave the booth smoking while you regress

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