prod. jonny sé 

[lyrics]

[Chorus: jonny sé]

YEEEO
YEEEOEEE
YEE YEE YOO
YOOO YEEE YOOO YEE

[Verse: jonny sé]

Jimbo, trips from afar
Made it out a swamp or a crypt in a park
Exfoliate his lips with some bits of a bark
And dip by the time that he lit his cigar
Risk, Any sort of business for bars
If you miss then you miss, I'm a chimp with a dart
If you pissed, then I'm pissed, Imma cling to an arm
And shit, better ring the alarm
*ch ch*
Things broke... Couple volts set it free
Always got a stain, never write his name legibly
Might escape with the recipe
Always got away with the centerpiece
Oh he got a way with the rest of these flows
I think it's meant to be
Set it straight, get the car raised like 20 feet
Best believe... In my brain it's a hole
And I didn't see it coming like Raven Simone
Phineas Gage makin' a poem, minimum wage,
TRIPPIN, Livin' in a liminal state
Getting gifted all these visions
Put a whip to train, off talkin' like I skipped in the rain
Like why you askin for?
In the cup is a Potion Of Minor Magicka (1)
In a rush, I'm compulsive, entire plan is f*cked
Pack it up, Beast Boy, Leroy Janky flux capacitor


[Chorus: jonny sé]

YEEEO
YEEEOEEE
YEE YEE YOO
YOOO YEEE YOOO YEE

[Verse: Ben Foreign]

Think fast head down look at lights spin
Walk slow top swaying like a vine swing
Big talk big talk let my mind rest
Click clack shoes tap in the rain
Pitter patter man im tryna get away
But the chittar chatter mental battle
Bound me like a chain
Every day im feeling beat down
I don't wanna talk I don't wanna be found
Get it feckin' straight I need ground
It's like an enemy advance
'How are you's' always put me in a trance
Stunlocked red dots somehow coming from a glance
When I woke I mighta cried I mighta wept
Up at night I got a f*ckin' cold sweat
I got, both sides yellin' in my head
I don't feel right, think I might be dead
And my visions just a mess
But I see it clearly in my head
I see it clearly in my head...

I Woke Up Twice Today

SkunkApe Symphony

SkunkApe Symphony FT. Ben Foreign

[lyrics] 

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[Chorus: jonny sé]
I was steppin on a rainbow
Tell you what I ain't know
Shooting on dice rolled
Headed all the way home
Credit on a payphone, back in time
But ain't no space dough
Pretendin' I'm a gray zone
Tell you what I ain't know
Shootin' on vice age, blame phones
Ever read the same quote twice?
It's alike, but in spite, it's not the same no...

[Verse: jonny sé]
I done scorned for many moons, now I'm vibin'
Horse running, 420 too, like 5'10
Can't afford any shoes so I'm slidin
Just tell me what the penny for if any core a diamond
Plenty more where I've been, It's heavy like I said before
Just let me in the record store
And everybody might sing
And I ain't never slept before, just get a sword and slice things
I'm getting bored and might leave, teleport for Tai Chi
Pet a hoarde of vikings, left the storm, enlightening
With peppercorn and iced tea, It's pleasure for a tight knee
Or tether for a kite string, soon to be banned for
Choosin' not to rap stuff and poopin on camera
Stupid, not a damn scrub, feudalism back huh?
Rude to rule a man, son, poodles in a bag tough
Packed up, relax, my taxes all half done
Bracket all stacked, with savages and mad mutts

[Chorus: jonny sé]
I was steppin on a rainbow
Tell you what I ain't know
Shooting on dice rolled
Headed all the way home
Credit on a payphone, back in time
But ain't no space dough
Pretendin' I'm a gray zone
Tell you what I ain't know
Shootin' on vice age, blame phones
Ever read the same quote twice?
It's alike, but in spite, it's not the same no...

[Verse: jonny sé]
It ain't the same ol', Storm drain leg pull
Horn, head, halo, born dead bagel
I'm everything, forgetting that it's everything to raise dough
Leavening to better things, regretting these mistakes tho
But anything you bake gold, case closed
X marks the spot, crumbs in the dots, lost (lots) for you to take home
Not a lot to sé... But just enough to make poems
Butter up a steak, suck another eggroll
I do it for respect of the craft, 
You could shoot it up your neck,
Or boof it up your ass
The dope so dope youth abuse it to relax
What's a vroom, to a rube, with some coops, in a ranch?
Split a tooth, spitting truth, got a hoof, through a crack
The shells in ya melt just the proof of a hatch
Could do with some ham... You call this trash a sandwich?
Rotterdam with Hagrid, Dennys Grand Slam blitzed

[Chorus: jonny sé]
I was steppin on a rainbow
Tell you what I ain't know
Shooting on dice rolled
Headed all the way home
Credit on a payphone, back in time
But ain't no space dough
Pretendin' I'm a gray zone
Tell you what I ain't know
Shootin' on vice age, blame phones
Ever read the same quote twice?
It's alike, but in spite, it's not the same no...

Circle of Hermeneutics

Circle of Hermeneutics [prod. jonny sé]

Venemis
[lyrics]
[prod. jonny sé]

(2) phones, (1) soul
(4) told, (3) legs... 
Door close, morse code 
flow bleed edge
More bones in a pit than ships inna sea wreck
I’m Like “me next”, brain with a meat mech 
Heat death, pretend, We ain’t thieves with a neat wrench
Deep end, Can’t leave but I’m free next reset
Can’t walk right sloshed offa bottle a' rum
Can’t talk right gone imma crawl to the plug
Got charged but the socket is dust
Balls to the wall, found a mall cop, offered em drugs
Got em high till his namesakes "Officer UHH"
Naw I don’t stop in a rush, Y’all gotten rotten as fuck
Jonny moppin what you vommited up

In the Backrooms, SAT phones, using old aliaisis
Pay me tips or don’t pay me visits
Paint is chipped n my brain is missin
Grain is vintage, I hate this mission, 
But back in my day this game was a GREAT invention
Now I just research deep earth reverb and strangle witches,
Bagels bitten, Man this plane sure mangled innit?
Strange and twisted, feintest mist and don’t rain for minutes
Till ya dance now ya pants pissed past age of drinkin 
Mistakes was made, but the change was missin'
Chain ya chickens, free range till danger get it
See the way sé study blades like mayne you should major in it, 
play Knick plaigirism
Take a page out Bayesian tenets
But can’t predict shit in this bitch, BITCH
Ollie all floppy gone kickflip 
Prolly on molly on business 
Why you all all on my system?
Ridin my Audemar Rip-Stick
Bottle pop rocket my snitches
Main chick watchin my side chick harvest my kidneys
Dawg  y’all thought it’s all Disney

Venemis

Venemis [prod. jonny sé]

[lyrics]
[prod. jonny sé]

[Hook]
What the fuck I gotta lose? Oh oh
Yeah I think I gotta, move, yeah yeah
What the fuck I gotta prove? I don’t know.
What the fuck I gotta lose? Don’t care.

[Verse]
It’s some crude illin'
Watcha brew witches?
Stealing everything, even leavin the room missin
Excuse me bitches, got a few feats
And if ya boo slippin, I got some new cleats
This ain’t clique it’s a doozie
Got in the bag like a shitzu, then shift to a new leaf
Unruly, shook like a fruit tree, 
bored n lost the plot like a book gone movie
Brought some apple sauce, Jon cook crops boujie
Fuck a rom com dawg all of my women 2D
Follow a blip groovy, 
Hollow attained
Model train, swallow brain smoothies
Sé I used to be a saint like drew brees
Till I learned pain n the ways of the “who? Me?”
Taking a Mace to blunt rules
Fake a punt late
It’s Grace amongst fools
Ooo word, coom serp end up witcha boots slurped
Shoot first, and when it’s too late make maneuvers
Same cloth, but better ink and better stitchin 
Imma end up with the cleverest shit ever written
Got a Job from a coin toss, I need it like rocks 
Insteada glocks in my loin cloth
Breathe it like socks from ya mom in a moist pond, 
Boy gone voyeur, Muay wrong, bon voyage

[Hook]
What the fuck I gotta lose? Oh oh
Yeah I think I gotta, move, yeah yeah
What the fuck I gotta prove? I don’t know.
What the fuck I gotta lose? Don’t care.

bon voyage [prod. jonny sé]

[lyrics]
[prod. jonny sé]

[verse]
I don’t know what he’s not,
But he’s probably a homonid accomplice 
to a Martian king 
exogenously rockin nipples on his wrist….
Yep, 
I thought the pit was bottomless 
until I hit the bottom with a rocket ship 
Trolling till a problem kid emotionally vomited 
his trauma trynna trawl a fish
Or maybe mammal, crawled a bit, evolve some fins, 
common sense joggin with my lady’s sandals 80 camels 
water faucet oxygen
Drop it, stomp it, call a witch a doctor 
if the profits big
I’m On some shit a rotten ripleys project 
given consciousness
Is it ominous yet? I’m Stoned, monument...
All I owe you awfully dull hoes a whole glob a spit
Off the rip; top a bet
Turn a face into a moma project just for talkin' shit
I’m wrong, and long forgotten wat the topic is...
So you could call me Mitch, Dude Who’s Nicholas
Have a few brew sips if you finish it
Alas, getcha boo boo kissed, the groove limitless
Aloof through voodoo pricks and chewed venison
A few newds vinegrette, With cous cous Michelin MUAH
The food hidden like it’s primitive rocks
But who’s dinner when we swimmin in pots 
I think Lifes a bitch still now she stealin' your watch
And Your it’s bitch if you livin in thought
Ignoring quips from a venerative fraud 
Just to box mobs and finish it caught.

ansomshit

ansomshit [prod. jonny sé]

[lyrics]
[prod. jonny sé]

Last remaining,
Every single thing I say could be a fashion statement
Happenstances happen in a flash,
I’ll have a camera shakin
This brand of panda passion samshed the matrix
Then smashed your main bitch
Then smashed your brain in
Data blast, matters have hand in a masturbation
I’d rather land half a man than a pampered sadist 
Unhappy camper tamper, happens fast and lacks explaining
Hoe If you mad, contain it & If you lack it take it
Chuggin' fish in barrels 
Livin lit we crabs in snake pits
And what’s for dinner is, venomous
Slabs of hazard wastage
We have a snack flattered mad hatter
Pass the plates with Crack in cake bits 
Amber fated glass encasing
I guess the trees bleed too...
Which leads me through, the forest, 
See leaves, and leave seeds, Can me be you?
It’s easy, am I really breathing, or being breathed to?
Can we be me? Or am I just being?

DECEITFUL

[Chorus]
Tell me that it's no..
Tell me that it's no way...
Tell me that it's no way home...

Tell me that it’s no way home
No more, and I don’t gotta try to retrace a step 
Help me but it won’t pay off, no more and I don’t wanna lie to remain a mess
Tell me that it’s no way home
No more, and I don’t gotta try to retrace a step 
Help me but it won’t pay off, no more and I don’t wanna lie to remain a mess

[Pre Verse]

Tell me that it's no..
Tell me that it's no way...
Tell me that it's no way home...
You tell me that its...

[Verse]

Much better than it was before, I fuckin' knew it
Dungeon core, a hundred swords & endless ways to trudge through sewage
It’s best renovate now before you drunk and lucid
A cunt compute it, some repugnant views from under you slip.. 
A test for a hunch...
Forgetcha republic...
Using frontal lobes I’ll show em how executives function
Sé I guess it grows,
May I Make a mess in groves?
Better than just Trekkin tropes
Say  Im tainted 
Better pray Im beckoned home
Get it painted, pressed and blown
Credit agents mess with ghosts 
Escapade to uhhhh... 
No one really ever knows
Get him to the nether stoned
A pleasure to tweak you
treasure measured in whatever friends you get to believe you
Send respects to Sifu, And regards to the pall bearers
We taught to be not scared,
Leap off to be on air, It’s that or be lost 
In a strata beyond layers
Goblin King caught fishin’
Knock on ya crosshairs

datablast [prod. jonny sé]

To fuck around is human, to find out is divine.