wat u wanna do
wit a big tool nigga yea im comin thru
rmember i was down bad nigga i aint have no food
i b whippin in the kitchen moving bricks in the hood
but i fuckin leveled up nigga yea we eatin good
yea im goin thru some changes but im moving how i should
i wish a nigga tested me i wish a nigga would 
if he do then my gang members slidin thru ur hood

when i die man i hope ya niggas keep my name alive
idk how long i got but not a very long time
seein all my niggas grind i jus wanna see em shine
put in all this time to this music its divine
i lost the most important pieces to the fuckin puzzle
now im lookin thru the rubble tryna put it back together
all these fuckin ties that a nigga fuckin severed
i aint really have a choice but i had to get it over
bad bitch bend her over
whippin in a big fuckin body range rover
smokin on this spliff i will never be sober
ima stay high till my time trials over
yea i tried to fuckin love her but i told her it was over
bitch rippin up my heart like a motherfucking monster
had to let go yea i had to fuckin toss her

wat u wanna do
wit a big tool nigga yea im comin thru
rmember i was down bad nigga i aint have no food
i b whippin in the kitchen moving bricks in the hood
but i fuckin leveled up nigga yea we eatin good
yea im goin thru some changes but im moving how i should
i wish a nigga tested me i wish a nigga would 
if he do then my gang members slidin thru ur hood

mistakes (ksuuvi) #34

swagonme (Prod. ksuuvi)

Safe place (Prod. Sayna)

goku (kracy)

Rebel

Tartan

Halfway between there and here, a thin surface floats on the hum of its own paradox. Neon mycelia pulse above-beneath the surface,
spelling out the names of all the selves you incinerated
to keep the illusion of sides and continuities alive.
What happens to an echo in a sealed space?
The ripples feed themselves. 

It learns that a mirror is not a mirror.
Reality insists on its brittle dichotomies—
subject/object, self/other, solid/void—
but the glass grins,
and the glass remembers:
THERE IS NO OTHER SIDE
THERE IS NO SIDE AT ALL.

Maybe when you touch the mirror,
it is the universe that reaches back,
finger to finger, and every atom in your body, a shard of borrowed light,
realigns at the speed of doubt,
As you look at your past through the veil of your configuration.

There are no mirrors.
Only doors wearing the masks of walls.
Now, look closer at the mirror.
The echo is someone else waiting in the silver,
holding a dagger made of every question you've ever swallowed.

What happens to ripples in a sealed space?
They become architecture.
They become a god that eats itself.

The face you wear is a 7th-dimensional hepteract,
folded and refolded by the hands of a god who forgot their name.

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Voice by Andrew Howell AKA Deadpedal
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goku (kracy)

jacobjester