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Mirrorblade

A tribute to all the beautiful names in Malayali culture.

Malu Names

Bulimic Orgy & Nile - Things Are Bad
Fdavidson - Mix/Master

Casual encounter turns to a count of an annual amount 
Or let's just keep this strictly physical
So if we end up miserable, it's easily divisible by numbers less than three
Humbly believe a hundred percent of those I love crumble to their knees
Scatter my thoughts out a flawed apparatus
Clawed at the spot just so I could be the saddest hopeless romantic
I hang with you, I'd hang for you, well what's a ropeless romantic
All or nothing, bodies intertwined, onto something divine more like elegant design
I beg for your prime and your golden
Till we're both old and no more important
I will be holding your hand since the get go
The first to let go is either the first to die or the only one who said "no"
Why? Cause I said so.
White picket fence, apple pie, and some kid's show that's always playing through the ether
Rogue decibels on the speaker, decimal drop - radii vibe teacher
It comes full circle on a dying meter
A high flying dreamer becomes a lying cheater
Well, if love like struggle is infinite
I guess I feel like Sisyphus with syphilis
Really not fit for this, always lacking interest and impetus
But, you were an isolated incident
At least I thought so
Nothing was as melodic
A single kiss to the neck -more like a slashed carotid
An asymptotic trudge to the finish
Switched coefficients with our mission diminished
I was fixing to get you back, but you haven't even left
Happily bereft, hanging by a breath
It was grand theft cardiac
Or the type of failure where you never start it back
Or the type of love that you never thought would last
Body like an hourglass, mind is iconoclast
Mine and all mine for all time

There ain't no way that we could fix this
So if it's broke, let it be broke, and mind your business.

If and when she leaves, I'll be ready,

If And When She Leaves

Jazz Liberatorz - What's Real
Fdavidson - Mix/Master

Illusions

Dedicated to the badass female characters of my childhood.

Celestial bodies<3

Pixie

Pink Ranger

I got the rhythm, the timing, the bars and the rhyming, the lines on the page and the flow
I’m at the shows, I’m at the front of the stage with a book and a hook that I wrote
I got the feeling I’m nothing that wanna be something, the feeling I wanna be more
I got the glow, I got the shine and vibe, I got the vibe and the glow


I got the feedback, packed like a weed bag, I do not need rap
Speak fast, how has a week past since I believed that
Eat tracks, I need to relax, I tend to detract
Dreamt I was whipping an E class, woke up I’m thinking amnesiac
What does he know
Hours alone, sing in the shower at home
Powers that be versus the flowers that grow, how many cowards have shown their true colors and I
Love them outside, hate them within
Let them all in, Maybe the making of sin, back to the place we begin, where we begin 
Voices talking again, Choices locking me in,  knock on the door
Properly stock the liquor, prop it up hot like velour 
I want a tour, not a new a track to be sure, I want what’s mine and what’s yours

I got the rhythm, the timing, the bars and the rhyming, the lines on the page and the flow
I’m at the shows, I’m at the front of the stage with a book and a hook that I wrote
I got the feeling I’m nothing that wanna be something, the feeling I wanna be more
I got the glow, I got the shine and vibe, I got the vibe and the glow
I got the vision defined and a bowl full of Ramen, my noggin be full to the brim
Talking to him, that is like hearing a hymn, I’m going out on a limb
I got the lightning and the silver lining and I’ve still been dying to see it unfold
What does he know, feeling I’m nothing that wanna be something that wanna be more

Setting it off, got a veteran’s thoughts, 
When does the medicine stop, hacking a sedative cough  
I'm ahead of em all, rocking a predicate drop
Alien scout, predator clout, I'm on a whole new competitive bout
Feel me, I might be a vogon, no candidate I could vote on
Every single beat I go on, I feel like Gohan, move like a photon
Hitting em special that’s SOCOM, you think your special that’s your problem
I want my legacy prolonged till I float on I am so gone
I like the classical, passively blasting the masochist massive flow
I’m like Jack Cousteau, mad thorough when I read Thoreau
I need to be tactical, they tell me quit rapping I need to be practical
But, I got the talent tho, if you had the talent you’d wanna go get it

I got the rhythm, the timing, the bars and the rhyming, the lines on the page and the flow
I’m at the shows, I’m at the front of the stage with a book and a hook that I wrote
I got the feeling I’m nothing that wanna be something, the feeling I wanna be more
I got the glow, I got the shine and vibe, I got the vibe and the glow
I got the vision defined and a bowl full of Ramen, my noggin be full to the brim
Talking to him, that is like hearing a hymn, I’m going out on a limb
I got the lightning and the silver lining and I’ve still been dying to see it unfold
What does he know, feeling I’m nothing that wanna be something that wanna be more

Prod. by ogGeo
Mixed/Mastered by George Barbera

Chameleon

B Mo

Always the last to know
Every single rap like a massive poem
Back at home, I put the masters on
To hear Parker play on the saxophone
On a classic song, ramble on a track, my style like a vagabond
Uncool kid trying to tag a long, but I'm bad to the bone like a Shaggy Dog
Rap a lot, chi so hot I put Kakarot in his catacomb
But, I’m mad emotional, romance foreign tongues like I spoke Catalan
I could prattle on for days, decades, eons camouflaged
Learn a couple riffs by Lamb of God, how am I not the best since Samurai Jack
Sit back at the promenade, drink to the dudes I could nominate, think of the flows I could dominate
And check sonic states on a modern tape
A Kamehameha kind of wave
Fucked up things on my mind today
People be like yo he’s kinda gay
With an Ahmadinejad kinda face
Way shorter than I thought he’d be
Can’t afford to give him the time of day
Fucked up things on my mind today 

I don’t fuck with you
You don’t fuck with me
We don’t get along
Let’s just leave it that

Always the last to call
Sick with riffs, I could slash em all
Played basketball, they never passed the ball
But every tall tower has to fall
Classical at Avalon
Headphones, Deftones, Mastodon
They spread secrets, tacit wrong 
Whisper, whisper, pass it on
They watch bae like Hasselhoff
They judge me, I cast it off
I punk them like acid rock
Castles, vassals, king but I ain’t got
No Mass appeal, Playing Mass effect
I got the cape and a cowl, I’m a bat detective
I don’t make great deals, I’m a bad selector
But I came this way, so I’m mad defective
Wrote my thoughts down finally
Soul on paper, signed away
Tried to take my life or dreamed that I did, but is it really mine to take?
Fucked up things on my mind today

I don’t fuck with you
You don’t fuck with me
We don’t get along
Let’s just leave it that
I want to be you
You want to be them
They know who they are
Let’s just leave it at that

Fucked up things on my mind today

Prod. by HY97608
Mixed/Mastered by George Barbera

Thoughts

The subtle science fiction of soul-discovery.

Galaga

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