Julian

Again written, performed, produced, mixed and mastered by yours truly.

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LOST

I also made this beat.

Lyrics:
Demons, i hear em next to me.
Chillin on some LSD.
I, thought i defeated you,
and left you dead like you were meant to be.
You aint got no balls. vasectomy.
Plus you're mad lazy, uhm, text to speech.
Bitch i am the deputy, this is my destiny,
but i don't correct any, i just suggest to the.
And i can't ever sleep, but i forever dream,
And i can't ever eat, but still i'm clever, see?
Whatever the weather be, you can not measure my chi.
Feel the pressure, times three.
Mesmerized, like you're playin hide n' seek.
yuh, ay.
But still i'm goin through depression,
Fatal as a smith & wesson.
Askin painful questions, about fable lessons, so,
Count your blessins, hoe,
I just wanna let you know, I'm finna explode.
I've been insane since the get-go.
I thought i told you, i'm the next goat,
Eyes with the red glow. FUCK. 

(Chorus)
And i ain't got no friends, but at least know myself,
Nothing matters in the end, there is just no way to help. 
Trying to ascend, but we're already in Hell. x2

My time, i invest it.
If you know what you want, you should manifest it,
This shits perplexin, how i'm never feelin rested.
Like, i ain't comin back until my craft is perfected.
Under the radar, you can't detect it. 
Astral projectin, do not ask about my methods,
Miraculous my necklace, when i'm active, i am reckless.
I just had to get some rest, shit.
In life, i kinda had to go my own direction.
I never gave in to objection.
I use my gut instinct, and call it natural selection.
Because life is just perception,
It's never what the fuck you expectin'.
This shit is really hectic, i don't get it.
Staring in the mirror, all i see is regret
I swear it gets clearer, the more i reflect.
Get over your fears or, that'll be your death kid. 

(Chorus)
And i ain't got no friends, but at least know myself,
Nothing matters in the end, there is just no way to help.
Trying to ascend, but we're already in Hell. x2

I'ma do this everyday, 
until i'm fuckin good at it.
This shit is all think about,
like a fuckin food addict.
And when i'm committin crimes,
I dont fuck with an accomplice.
'Cause i aint tryna worry about who ratted.
Money's missin, motherfucker you bagged it.
Fuck that "where's it at?" shit.
If it don't come UP, you's gonna catch a hatchet,
Where ya hat sit. 
And then you in a casket, like that's it.
Yeah bitch, i'ma bad kid. --
You summonin a demon when you fuckin with me, son.
I got a dozen reasons, and you can't even see one.
The end ain't really near, this has just begun,
And the end, i dont fear, because i just re-run.
Ima build this shit like minecraft,
Slayin these zombies, i'ma fight back. 
Bitch im on the right path.
Im never throwin the white flag.
And lookin at yo pie graph, i might laugh.
'Cause you're kinda slow, uhm, slight lag..

(Chorus) 
And i ain't got no friends, but at least know myself,
Nothing matters in the end, there is just no way to help.
Trying to ascend, but we're already in Hell. x2 (downspin on 2nd)

Nothing Matters In The End {prod. Julian Joseph}

my beat and some bars. enjoy.

Lyrics: 
(verse 1)
i know, i can do it,
i know i influence.
i know that i ruin, your day.
when you i'm buggin you just to say,
to "gimme some plays, that i can display." huh
hungry as fuck, just lickin the plate.
i'm doin this shit, because this is the way.
that i wont decay, uh.
yuh, ay.
lookin at these doors,
i think i've got a lot of options.
With my eyes stuck on the floor, 
i think i've gotta learn to stop shit.
Consumin all these toxins, when I rock this.
My breed is uncommon, i think i'm god-sent.
Never runnin out of oxygen, I've got an opulance.
I used to drink lots of gin, but now i'm just poppin shit.
spittin all these syllables, about all of my principles.
my verses are biblical, this shit is really difficult.
to say fuck conformity, i'm a fuckin individual.
and when i'm fuckin forty, that shit oughta be my pinnacle.
im brand new to this shit, and im still killin you.
i'll damn you with this shit, but i'm still feelin blue.

(hook)
nothing lasts forever, so enjoy it while it's here.
i'ma make it to the top, then i'ma disappear.
listen to me, my dear. This is just how i steer.
with constant visions of my fears.
my conscious is kinda smeared.

(verse 2)
smokin' bowls of roaches,
its got me real ferocious.
but these doses got me wavy like the ocean.
Yo. 
Drink this potion,
that'll show you erosion.
without emotion, enemies i am approachin'.
poetic like some roses,
but infectious like a trojan,
when i'm fuckin' up your whole shit.
like "woah bitch.
i didn't really know this,
would do that much damage.
now how can i manage?
while i'm chillin in my hammock,
just jammin out to my own shit."
laughin at you lackin old pricks.
deliverin it like a cannon, that i'm packin, 
like i'm fuckin' goin campin', while you laggin'.
takin' tabs of acid, till i'm slashin' dragons, 
speakin' backwards Latin, like yeah, that's my habit. 
spittin' all these raw rhymes, 
rougher than a fault line.
i got a dark mind. 
it's like an archive of a hard life.
i'ma do this until my stars shine.

oh shit. 
you thought i was finished?
not quite. 
not quite. 

(Verse 3)
this is my element,
you can not tell me shit,
i do this shit for the hell of it. yuh.
if you want skill, then develop it. yuh.
icy like a peppermint.
pricey like i'm heaven-sent. 
and i've been movin' wisely, like i'm playin' checkers, bitch.
secretly just stackin' up that cheddar shit.
it's evident, i'm a rhyme specialist.
and these lines are kinda like,  medicine, for you pessimists.
with pain all in my skeleton, your reign ain't even relevant.
in my veins, it's intelligence, i'ma drain you of your elegance.
then i'ma hang you with no hesitance,
after i burn down your residence.
like it's my turn now, to write a verse down,
like this is my curse? wow.
it fuckin hurts, ouch.
to let these words out, dude. 
but that's it how it do when you got spirits all around you,
comin' back for round two.
living in your lies, bitch i found the truth.
and now i doubt you, will ever sprout through,
the concrete, like i'm about to.
'cause you don't even know how to.

422: Unprocessable Entity

422: Unprocessable Entity {prod. Julian Joseph}

Another beat of mine. 
Lyrics: 
(verse 1)
With depression in my mind,
I'm feelin' restless all the time.
Actin like i'm mothafuckin' fine, when i'm not.
How am i supposed to smile, when my idol got shot?
and when i die, ima rot.
This shit is sad, and my mind is all i got,
Strugglin to find an identity, 
I think my enemies are mimes, tryna mimic me, 
and mirror me like symmetry.
This world is wicked, and growin' up in it made me demented,
people seem to think i'm schizophrenic,
but i'm not. I'm gifted. 
With an ability. Vision past the bigotry.
Either that, or, i imagine shit vividly,
'cause everybody else seems to see shit differently,
but me? 
I just DON'T wanna do shit typically,
instantly, i'll leave you in your misery like tiffany.
and i been workin for weeks on these, fuckin wicked beats,
so fuck this anxiety, that's got my legs shakin,
fuck society, that shits just breakin.

(Chorus)
Livin' in hell, all i wanna do is yell,
i got way too many idols that fell to some spell.

(Verse 2)
I feel like i'm wastin' away my damn life.
Chillin' in my room thinkin',
am i truly doomed?
I think so, and i don't understand why,
Dealin' with depression, that would make a grown man cry.
Like what the fucks the point, when any day we can die?
fuck it though.
we all kill ourselves anyway, and you just stand by.
like fuck my soul, you can have mine.
i do this shit with like, half of my time,
so divine, when i rhyme, with nothin' but, 
climbin' on my mind, while i'm writin' all these lines,
thrivin', somehow still survivin',
'cause i'm tryin' to be buyin' all them diamonds.
not for me though.
i do this shit for the kids that are always cryin', 
and havin' a problem findin', a reason to be smilin'.
I'm tryna tell em fuck that shit.
The key is in your mind, if you just dive in.
I swear that you'll find it. 
Keep your feet upon the ground, 
and you'll probably end up flyin'.
I ain't lyin'.

Living In Hell {prod. Julian Joseph}

i produce, write, mix and master it all myself, stop sleeping pls.

Rituals {prod. Julian Joseph}

The first studio-quality project, written, produced, mixed and mastered by yours truly.

Julian

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