produced by @kerbthakid
happy 420. lyrics posted below.



you should know that I meant no offence when I spoke
simply fuckin around it was only a joke I’m jus Jossin you bro
but all good jokes contain some truth tho
you can run it by Cole
I ain’t playin
in fact if I gotta put it plain the fact is that I’ve been
having nic withdrawals I ain’t talking Antonio
Not the Novosell I just need a novo and a heady that’ll hit me like polio 
go and check my portfolio
cop a bottle of wine then I’m fine if I gotta do the time 
searching for the bones so you mingle with the swine 
why we be whining like some cocker spaniels, damn Daniel
humpin like a herd of camels so fuck mammals
don’t you know who I am 
what’s the bread without the jam 
I’m Ambrosio affiliated 
tell the cosmos that I made it
waiting round is overrated
yet all we do is chill and get faded


cause we all wanna be so influential, 
define our own lives and control the pencil, 
why would you trace inside of a stencil,
only way we lose is when we waste potential


I gotta say whattup to Pthan and Peelo 
I gotta stay rollin up on my blue bandito 
and I don’t wanna sesh unless you’re bringing a peelo 
diet strict like a boa but it works like keto 
It’s just bottles til the head til 2am then sev taquitos 
 breed rare like a Tbird or a boneless Tbone
If you Johns ain’t Proctor then your opinion is veto
Elgerino by my side and he’s movin like a linguinio
in the trenches like Pacino
previously, medicated meditated and medieval 
lighting strikes the steeple when we step in the cathedral 
all these chips attached to shoulders came to clear out the casino
creepin like the dope inside the needle
It’s just me and mis amigos
never evil but we’re living life illegal
this one is for the people who could never comprehend how to comply in their cerebral 


cause we all wanna be so influential,
define our own lives and control the pencil,
why would you trace inside of a stencil,
only way we lose is when we waste potential


you always say whattup but I don’t think that you fuck with me tho
eyes up when I look around there’s a lotta fake clowns from around 
yo yo yo gotta juggle those
pass em to the next movin left don’t fuckin step on my tippy toes 
shit is lookin trippy doe
howling at the moon as I’m tearin through the fog
snappin like a rabid dog
where the hell is my Romeo
Oh shit I mean Romulan 
runnin rampant really rippin through phenomenon 
calm and clearly gone 
faded crazy calculated 
like the count of Monte Cristo 
we really brought the mayhem to the disco
the guards at the island just could not believe he vanished in panic damnit where’d he go 
they thought they’d seen the holy ghost 
the future lookin dismal 
the minions workin for the man did knowledge in with Rasputin now people need to die by principle
and I mean that literal
know it might sound cynical but the time is critical 
and I got love for every living thing but lately been gettin so fuckin
frustrated 
at the way that these parasites be suckin the blood from the world good people creatin
and we can only dare to dream that one day sneers of cold command are worn away and laid to waste no system is invincible
and we break our backs daily daydreamin of the pinnacle

potential

life is weird, dreams are crazy

@gustaf-hagland-1

as a little a kid way before I was a teen
I used to fear the terrors in my nightmares I would shake and scream
horrified by the fiends cause they rise like yeast
bred from the bellows of the belly of the beast
they're sent to feast inside of my dreams
torment and they scheme
pullin brain strings evilly
I've learned to say a calm goodbye and stomach soil peacefully
really unaffected by the villainy
they wanna kill and be my enemy
got me crawling like a centipede
riskin for the penalty
never ever let the venom seep
I welcome the hostility
It’s easy
It’s chill I'm g as E when the gorillas at my guillotine
death definite the penmanship is edged into the ancient leaf
like that’s the end of it
like shit the penmanship is excellent and that’s the predicate
that's why they're all in disbelief
I do not match the etiquette 
coppin all the silverware 
I'm tryna swipe samples to mash memories and make a beat
nabbin contraband enslaved in dreamland
I plan to sort through plots like pots or pans or grains of sand
I seek to understand the thoughts I've had when I wake up from underneath
on the creep post counting sheep
when I'm asleep I'm wide awake and stuffing stories up my sleeve
the heist is flawless but my hopes are always ill-conceived
details blur and pictures fade
voices slur and fall away
water pours in the cascade
I'm left alone with conscious thought
the shit that turns my brain to rot
piss away the day now the time is shot
I anticipate my dreams like the first fall of snow
so I gotta let em flow
cause when I'm awake the airs dead
got me feelin erratic
nothin moves like jammed traffic
and I'm actin asthmatic
pant heavy and panic
can't swallow the static like I'm choking on cotton
but as I let go it's all for not
all I've got are these
spoiled attempts I attempt that grow rotten
caught in between two worlds but as I switch one slips
gone into the mist dismissed smashed into fragments broken pieces that  ceases to exist
runs dry like no piss I'm pissed it’s gone and forgotten

(when the sun goes down they come lookin for me)...

sleeptalking

remix of "The Less I Know The Better" by Tame Impala
mastered by @kerbthakid

the farther I go
the less I know
I speed things up just to watch it move slow
spirits dancing new creations 
death rebirth reincarnation 
feet are dragging levitation
pulling pushing hesitation 
just like atlas I can’t stand this 
all these colours on the canvas
faded just so I can fake it 
fucked it up congratulations 
hate the standards so demanding
know I play too many antics 
eyes that wander hard to manage 
let’s do us forget the damage 
haunted by the past the carnies 
chase you baby just remember they can’t harm us
hate to see you scared and frantic
hate that I can’t help you 
try to but you just don’t understand it
ramblings of a drunken manic 
I can’t find you, trapped alone inside the attic
tryna reach you through the static
screamin with no voice god damnit 
just can’t cut it, start to panic 
all the white noise hurts and Murphy knew that things don’t always happen quite exactly as you planned it

and I don’t wanna end like this
you can do what you want but you don’t know shit
say you don’t wanna live but it ain’t so bad that you’ll slit your wrists 
why do I feel like we don’t exist 
cuz everything’s fucked but you just can’t quit 
I stay lit like the candle wick but I'm burnin both ends of the stick 
if I’m gonna lose you might as well lose all of it
stuck in a loop with my mind on the fritz 
playback hit pause press play then stop 
I'm replaying a skit
cuz I’m running from the things that that I can't admit 
should I let the flag fly or go down with the ship
what can I offer?
dead in the water
watching the lambs as they walk to the slaughter 
inhale, exhale
bearings lost can’t see past the veil
where I am I can’t tell
trapped inside of this shell
free but feels like a jail
drowning won’t yell for help
losing track of myself 
mutiny and what else
entropy in my cells 
wrenching gut like entrails
all my endeavours gone stale 
crack and break just like shale
empty bottle no mail
takin water no bail
salt in the air no wind in the sails

Jazzy Ma

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