Fuck that shit! Gotta stop these bitches! Kick down doors! Cop their riches! Gather it up, and divi it amongst masses. Fragment billion dollar assets.

This is a bigger flex to sing than rapgod

new chapter, same shitty playlists (2022 p2 downloads)

Downtown Brown - Nathan Fielder

Opening Theme (From "Aqua Teen Forever: Plantasm")

Integrated Tech Solutions

Mindful Solutionism

No Milk - Hollywood

Now she's high as fuck off of the album Boi Womyn Man Gyrl available on SPOTIFY, APPLE MUSIC, ITUNES ETC

I guess i should feel something
When you're upset that's what they told me
Anyways i feel bad for not feeling sad enough 
But its not like that
Its not like i feel good i think i thought 
I may have known myself 
Or maybe my, maybe my heart beating is retarded 

Oh so sensitive girl 

I tried to ignore your shitty mating calls 
She fucked me cause she thought i was gross 
But kinda cute
As a mound of still lit cigarette butts collect inside her gut

Boy you're so sensitive 

And then she took me to see her kid 
He told me to breathe deep 

I was covered in soot baseball cap mopped hair
Made out with my face at the bar
I handed her my shoes i don't want them
They reminded me of how i ended up here 

Now she's high as fuck

Now She's High as Fuck

The Impossible Kid

Rings

Bestiary

Whales

Jarvage Vol. 1

Escargot

Definition of a Rap Flow Contest Entry

Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain

Cut Your Hair

LYRICS:

Ya' goddamn slack-jaw 
Pick ya' ass up off the asphalt 
How many times I gotta pass y'all? 
Hats off to who? You know it's me- 
The bro wit the poetry, Leave a chode MC- 
Lying on the floor, he crying, "woe is me" 

I'm throwin' these- 
Totally proficient with flow and ease 
Go and see- noticed you thinkin'- 
You got the potency to roll with me 
Homie, you know you will get broke and beat 
I'm dope indeed 
I grab the microphone, you grab your rosary beads 
Who came to see me speak? 
The soul in the boiler room, mold to the beat 
Had the flow since a fetus- I'm dope, please believe it 
Zoomed out the womb, boom box and adidas tryina break 
My mama called me Nate 
I walked out of the hospital and bought a can of paint 
Ever since that day, nothing has been the same 
Became the maniac upon the mic that you cannot contain 

Mentally, I'm better than everyone 
Never met anyone tellin' me different 
I mean it, I beat it up, eat it up, we get up- 
Even the beat isn't ready for me 
When I begin to speak in the mic 
And I'm freakin' it right away 
Never be havin' to breath 
I'm competin' to be the one 
biddin' a bitter goodbye 
to an idiot thinkin' he king 
It ain't really a thing when I'm bringin' it out- 
But the people, they love it- that; I'm all about 
And if I could defeat every bit of the weak in a weekend, 
I'd do it and then I'd be out 
With a negative agony down in my belly 
I'd be disemboweling all of my enemies 
Draggin' 'em back to the pad in a bag 
I'm attackin the whack and I'm leavin' 'em empty 

Tempt me 
I'm a nice guy, but who knows, I might snap 
When I kick flows, these thick hoes get sewn to my sack 
I write that with an intention to bend it and lean it 
If I say it enough, it'll become true, do you know what I mean? 
It's like I walk through valley and I'm askin' for sex 
I finally got to Leb and then I'm askin', "what's next?" 
I bust heads, but in a nice way- I might stay and rest 
Or maybe I'll head back to Windsor, so I can play with my friends 
Sup Teece, sup Ethan 
Hey Nate, wassup Drew 
Hey nick, what's up nick 
Futawn; fuck you 
I'm just playin baby ♥︎ I cannot be taken serious 
But if you want a lyricist, look no further here he is 
Steerin' his vehicle into the ditch- pitiful 
Miserable little idiot fillin' the rhythm full- 
Of everything he got, will he give it up? No sir 
Everybody wanna see him swimmin' with a toaster 
Overhead, I fly like a missile 
Soar like an eagle, I'm so official 
This'll maybe hurt a bit, might even tickle 
Either way it doesn't have to be made into a big issue 

If you wanna get down to the beat 
I'm the clown for the job 
You have found what you need 
I compound with the sound 
I confound and defeat 
From the nose to the toes 
From the ground to the beak x2 

If ya' just got paid 
Or ya' just got laid 
And you're havin' a good day, say hooooo 
"Hoooo" 

All the people in the place 
Who are feelin' out of place 
Who don't really wanna play say noooo 
"Noooo"

The Boiler Room

Slack-Jaw

LYRICS:

Rock the rhythm, move your feet 
Everybody gettin' loose to the boogety-beat 
Be free to the kick, high-hat and snare 
Discrete, slow, fast or flare 
Take care of yourself, don't push too hard 
Don't get stuck, baby- gotta be smart 
Let it come natural 
Whether mellow or fast 
Ya' gotta match the pace 
About face with the fashion 
Action, never passin' out, smash and dash 
And when the beat drop, collapse 
Into the vibe intermittent 
With the rhymes that I'm kickin' 
Lifetimes symbolized by the high-hat tickin' 
Get it, got it, good 
Understood what it gotta be 
Not a comedy, on an odyssey 
With a bundle of bottom feedin' 
Poverty stricken people bodily wobblin' 
Wantin' to find a better day 
With melodic equality 
Promising nothing 
Gotta blend in- 
To flow of the river comin' 'round the bend 
I can, I kick my steps- I jam 
All alone with a head full of friends 
You bend to the rules, I bend to the beat 
I've been extending a dead end street 
Rain falls a drizzle 
Makin' ripples in the creek 
Keep movin' as one 
And the cycle don't cease 
Be free to do 
Be free to be- you 
Do whatever you see fit, kid- breath 
Sigh of relief, yeah, a breath of fresh 
Keep it movin' to the rhythm 
Till you learn the steps 
Left to right, now right to left 
Spin like a cyclone, break ya' neck 
Don't look at your feet 
Ya' gotta keep lookin' forward 
The dance of life has no end 

Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
Must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 
Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
We must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 

No end in sight 
I speak, I write 
Part of a cycle- 
Spark in the night 
Found my rhythm when I was just a pre-teen 
Gotta fuck the scene up and show my light 
My life is this, my life is that 
A bit of blues 
A little jazz 
A boom and a bap, fact is 
Doing it, ruinin' cats, 
Fuming in fact, 
grabbin' ahold of the rhythm 
And I never lose track 
Poetic inevitability is livin' within me 
Infinity- finishin' anybody with a simile 
I really be feelin' an innovative bit of energy, 
I dare anybody to 
Kick a rhyme in my vicinity 
I'm witty with it, really killin' 
All of my shows 
I suppose you don't know 
Well, I guess I gotta show 
You how the fuck it goes 
Alright, I speak, write, read, I flow 

Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
Must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 
Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
We must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control x2 

Rock with it, rock with it 
Non-stop with it 
Clock tic-tocs- 
I'm still on top with it 
Watch it when I kick it up 
A couple fuckin' notches 
Stop in and you'll find that 
I be killin' all the gossip 
Destiny 
That's a real big word 
Testin' me 
Rest in peace to the herbs 
I merged with the force 
When I came to the fork 
The river took hold and I lost all form 
It set my course 
Now I got a path 
For the back and the forth 
Never givin' in until I master the sword 
And I'm heard from the west- 
to the south- to the north 
Contort it with a white cap 
In event of an emergency 
I'm sure to be murderin' 
Any hurdle inadvertently 
Drowning? 
I'm never bound to be bringin' it down 
I'll be found flowin' on the surface 
Permanently 

Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
Must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control 
Move your feet 
Free your soul 
Speak your peace 
And free your soul 
We must adhere 
To the rhythm of life 
The beat maintains complete control x2

The Beat

Quiet

Bad Actress

Pneumonia

Jarvage Vol. 2

Fine

Long Legged Larry

heaiiiiiii maybe ill make music someday until then here's where i hoard my nastly playlists
(only thumbnails on my oc insp. playlists are made my me)

I'm Jarv. 
I'm an MC / Producer from Windsor, VT.
Sup.

Escargot

Jarv.

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