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"Access Codes"
Single

© 2025 Nosh Boffin Records

Lyrics/Vox: Josh Parker
Exec Producer: NoshOnTheBeat
Mix/Mastering: NoshOnTheBeat


Yeah, I had thoughts, I can’t attach 'em no more
Can’t grasp it with these angels in my outfield
Like I lost the password
Hand over the access code
Or I’m goin undercover 
With the mask and all
 Yeah, I had thoughts, I can’t attach 'em no more
Can’t grasp it with these angels in my outfield
Like I lost the password
Hand over the access code
Or I’m goin undercover 
With the mask and all

I see you mastered your disguises
I’m not too good at hiding
Brute force 
And when I’m done  You'll patch up what I’m finding
I’m finding that I’ve finally decided 
My own destiny instead of riding with some pilot
Now I’m residing inside of your mind 
Colliding with Nosh 
Just gimme the beat and I’ma ride it
Better late than whatever
I call it perfect timing 
Lemme paint with textures 
Inside of your eyelids 
Refining the finest of designers cuts 
Don’t mind us
Just finally I’m speaking up
Been feelin like a purebred 
At the edge of the bed
A thoroughbred that they 
Placing wagers and bets against 
But I ain’t a gamblin' man
Now it’s on my fingertips 
All that TechDeck talk
Yea, your shit, it always flips
I hit cryptic bars
Yeah, I swear I’ll hit my chrysalis 
Repetitive when picturing
How I’ll find a zenith with 
As short lived as these hits can get
Yea I know that I'll fiend 
I won’t slow up Imma show up 
With the sun, early
If only I had known
That I would sow what I reap
Would I sew up all my fears And go face these demons


Yeah, I had thoughts, I can’t attach 'em no more
Can’t grasp it with these angels in my outfield
Like I lost the password
Hand over the access code
Or watch me when I crack it 
Once I find that vault 

Yeah, I had thoughts, I can’t attach 'em no more
Can’t grasp it with these angels in my outfield
Like I lost the password
Hand over the access code
Or watch me when I crack it 
Once I find that vault

Access Codes

Highjack x Silver Soul (prod. Niander)

"Dialect"
Track 1/6 - Glow in the Dark EP

© 2025 Nosh Boffin Records

Lyrics/Vox: Josh Parker
Exec Producer: NoshOnTheBeat
Mix/Mastering: NoshOnTheBeat



Lyrics:

All piled in
To a new lil thing, no mileage
Curating the cure, no stylist
We be speakin
With just our eyes and shit
No dialect

Here's what my eyes detect
Its just a Rorschach test
But my words work best
When I'm deep off purple
Otherworldly disconnect
Turn to Virgil, if I switched to fashion
Teenage Turtle, if I let the rats in
Fillin' in the blanks
I could fill a bank if I'd stick to rapping
But they're always throwin' shades
Like some philodendrons
All the teachers only take what's suggested
And try to build a lesson
Make the kids reach for the throne and
Kill the peasants, get overthrown
And follow in the footsteps
Of the misdirected
If she keep it her purse, I might get possessive
If I digest it, I guess I'll get obsessive

All piled in
To a new lil thing, no mileage
Curating the cure, no stylist
We be speakin
With just our eyes and shit
No dialect
All this love you said was mine
Then hit the vinyl scratch
Add it to what you lug
In them designer bags
Don't want us to forget
Drop a reminder then
You really think you it
Show us your finest then

All telepathic
Feel like my minds been hacked
Bring it back
That resurrection wasn't my final act
Go and grab the stylus, take a stab
Let me re-etch the Hieroglyphs
It's like a Kamehameha
Versus a Spirit Bomb
Good and evil ain't what its appearing
Nah I fear it's all elusive illusions
Seen you in mirages
Miracle to keep the route
When I'm really veering often
Clementine-eyed, keep 'em peeled on us
Bout time I started spittin' out
These seeds for thought, watch 'em drop
Spill into the soil to
Go and build some more
When your plans foil
You'll find what it's really for
Or you'll find why
You keep the good ones
Moving toward the reservoir
Spillin' out oasis' when we hit record
Fuck a Dayshift
Hop up in this 2 door then
Come and get a tour
Of what I'm living for

All piled in
To a new lil thing, no mileage
Curating the cure, no stylist
We just speakin'
With just our eyes and shit
No dialect
All that love, love
You tried to shy against
But if you fuck up
We could try again
Rearchitect the style
Go and can climb the fence
Go back to a place where
Our time began

Dialect

"Dilation"
Track 2/6 - Glow in the Dark EP

© 2025 Nosh Boffin Records

Lyrics/Vox: Josh Parker
Exec Producer: NoshOnTheBeat
Mix/Mastering: NoshOnTheBeat



Lyrics:


This life goes fast
Let tonight go slow
Unknown paths
All these winding roads
We gon’ fight to the death
Out on tightening ropes
Rat race, cat chase
They're recycling souls
Ain’t a thing gon’ last
Once this time grab hold
Stamp it at the recap
Watch it unravel
Shaking at the kneecap
But now you’re unshackled
Are you brave enough to be there
When things go cold
Or you only seeing my cup
When it overflows
Or you only needed my love
When it didn’t show
Strip me of my sunlight
How am I supposed to grow
Fast pass, damn, I can’t go at it alone

And I would but this
Dark cloud overhead
It follows everywhere I go
Dark signs, but I won’t listen
Won’t be what I manifest
Heart eyes keep me lifted
Imma shine, be the light
Through this darkness
I’m always trying to fight against
In the twilight, you tried to clear it off
It’s like you opened up the board
Refused to play the turn
I’m in the grave-shift, up late working
Feel my fate lurking
Mages burning sage
To eliminate the page-turning
Storybook rhymes in my head
Throw myself a raft in my age
Making sure these thoughts
Stay surfaced, cave lurking
Not a phase, hop up in the radio waves
Because we on the way
I can’t even see you off
I can only see you in the dark
And now I can’t even see with my heart
All this blood on my hand
While you bleed yours
I don’t really understand
Why you need more
Tryin’ to stick to the plan
Tryin’ to keep course
It’s lookin’ different on the map
But I’ll see it soon
I’m hydraulic with the peer pressure
I won’t fall in when things settle in

This life goes fast
Let tonight go slow
Unknown paths
All these winding roads
We gon’ fight to the death
Out on tightening ropes
Rat race, cat chase
They're recycling souls
Ain’t a thing gon’ last
Once this time grab hold
Stamp it at the recap
Watch it unravel
Shaking at the kneecap
But now you’re unshackled
Are you brave enough to be there
When things go cold
Or you only seeing my cup
When it overflows
Or you only needed my love
When it didn’t show
Strip me of my sunlight
How am I supposed to grow
Fast pass, damn, I can’t go at it alone

Dilation

"redeyes"
Single

© 2024 Nosh Boffin Records

Lyrics/Vox: Josh Parker
Exec Producer: NoshOnTheBeat
Mix/Mastering: NoshOnTheBeat

Lyrics:

I been catching red eyes (red eyes)
Stowaway way below
Getaway like it’s stole
I been at this all night (all night)
So I’m not about to fold
I am not about to fold
You look the other way
While I try to relay
Both sides of the scroll
Both sides getting shown
I been catching red eyes (red eyes)
Always in the smoke
Caught up in the smoke

Listen
Like a lifted enchantment
Bad visions keep dampening
Signal been jamming
To this sliver of chance
That I've been cramped up in
And I'm callusing my hands
Climbing out of this spiritual paralysis
Patting down my pants
And found an ounce of this
Ample field sampling
So I’m back to self challenges and
Won’t stop till they lifting up the bannering
Spittin' incantations
Keep an elixir on my quick hand's bracelet
Nothin too big to chase
When I equip my spaceship keys 
It’ll be a quick migration
C'mon, keep this formation
What I'm sipping got my eyes 
Just a bit dilated
Won’t split come winter
Can’t fit replacements 
We could glide off just vibrations 

I been catching red eyes (red eyes)
Stowaway way below
Getaway like it’s stole
I been at this all night (all night)
So I’m not about to fold
I am not about to fold
You look the other way
While I try to relay
Both sides of the scroll
Both sides getting shown
I been catching red eyes (red eyes)
Always in the smoke
Caught up in the smoke

Can't get any faster than
How quick we made it back
To the quest master
Unwielded your shield
Unveiled your past through passwords
You're the newest spellcaster
At the hero’s guild, yea, subzero chill
We been crafting the mold and
I bet they're comin' after 
For now, they're just 
Looking like some alabaster 
And this whole place crawling with these Aleisters
Yea, I'd been to hell and back first
I confess, you could work on your bedside manners
I bet my mana regenerating at a rate unfathomed
When I get things straight
Redirect my stance first
Double check my answers 
Saw 'em get a little motion 
Then eject their standards 
So I sip will potion 
Yea, I’ll make this plan work
Hold my weight, I'm a boarding passenger

I been catching red eyes (red eyes)
Stowaway way below
Getaway like it’s stole
I been at this all night (all night)
So I’m not about to fold
I am not about to fold
You look the other way
While I try to relay
Both sides of the scroll
Both sides getting shown
I been catching red eyes (red eyes)
Always in the smoke
Caught up
Caught up catching red eyes (red eyes)
Stowaway way below
I been at this all night (all night)
So I’m not about to fold
I am not about to fold
You look the other way
While I try to relay
Both sides of the scroll
Both sides getting shown
I been catching red eyes (red eyes)
Always in the smoke
Caught up in the smoke

redeyes (Single)

redeyes

"Flicker"
Single

© 2024 Nosh Boffin Records

Lyrics/Vox: Josh Parker
Exec Producer: NoshOnTheBeat
Mix/Mastering: NoshOnTheBeat



Lyrics:


Fuck you mean
Fuck you mean
You won’t find the way
Catch your breath 
Find your step
Finalize the change 
You’ve contemplated for so long 
And denied the taste 
And I don’t know
Today just feels like that kind of day 
Fuck you mean
Fuck you mean
You won’t find the way 
Catch your breath 
Find your step
Finalize the change 
You’ve contemplated for so long 
And denied the taste 
And I don’t know
Today just feels like that kind of day

Today I feel like 
I’ll break out of all these chains 
Voluntarily, I had 'em
Wrapped around my legs
Hard to be so kind
With this kind of strain
This kind of strain
Got me so high 
But I’ll find the aim 
Blendin' in spirit provoking 
In-the-future-be-quoted 
Type of messages with
Prosodic elements
Till they're getting hard to find
Like a triple spy, swept in with 
Double doses of this medicine 
Let it set in before they're going grey
Then they’ll run around 
Whatever you've been trying to say
At periodic table discussions 
Notice templates
When the pattern goes
Against ascension
It's like dead weight
Fearing not, got the clearance
Breaking through the barrier
Using supersonics, synchronizing with
Eloquence formed prehistoric
A land before this
Bout time I force the door in

Fuck you mean
Fuck you mean
You won’t find the way 
Catch your breath 
Find your step
Finalize the change 
You’ve contemplated for so long 
And denied the taste 
And I don’t know
Today just feels like that kind of day 
Fuck you mean
Fuck you mean
You won’t find the way 
Catch your breath 
Find your step
Finalize the change 
You’ve contemplated for so long 
And denied the taste 
And I don’t know
Today just feels like that kind of day

So I’m goin door to door 
I've been foraging for 
Some destination 
When the path been 
The main part of the story
Plot been distorting 
Dorothy in the forest, forging portals
Till this spin a household name
It gets hard to explain
But it ain’t no shortcuts
Along the discourse
Projections reflect the
Exploring of portions
Once foreign to the core
While on an astral plane 
Stay so meteoric, can’t ignore it 
With what I’ve been pouring 
And absorbing in my organs 
At this soaring rate
How much more can my 
Origins reuptake 
Can’t stand for it, a plan so porous 
Can’t cite the sources
Of what we're even fighting for
It's like you're drawing out more lines 
When you could think a lil more outside
Outside the lights, lights flicker
Tonight’s was the night
You missed the flight 
Held up at ticketing 
Another strike on the wrist 
Can’t let it switch again

Fuck you mean
Fuck you mean
You won’t find the way 
Catch your breath 
Find your step
Finalize the change 
You’ve contemplated for so long 
And denied the taste 
And I don’t know
Today just feels like that kind of day 
Fuck you mean
Fuck you mean
You won’t find the way 
Catch your breath 
Find your step
Finalize the change 
You’ve contemplated for so long 
And denied the taste 
And I don’t know
Today just feels like that kind of day

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Flicker

"Time"
Single

© 2025 Nosh Boffin Records

Lyrics/Vox: Josh Parker
Exec Producer: NoshOnTheBeat
Mix/Mastering: NoshOnTheBeat

Lyrics:

I come up to the stop
Nah, the rims ain’t spinning
Dashboard clock
And the hands keep (hands keep)
If these hands could talk
Would leave the same impression
Never had thought you’d
Stick with this repetition
I come up to the stop
Nah, the rims ain’t (rims ain’t)
Dashboard clock
And the hands keep (hands keep)
If these hands could talk
I swear things would be different
Never had thought they’d
Pull me this direction

And I can access this forever
Keep my spirit in check
Until every rhyme scheme 
On some pyramid shit
They could copy-paste the lyrics
But I’m more like a mirror directed
Back at the sun
But they ain’t hearing it yet
She just grab the suede
Strawberry lemonade 
And I’m just sniffin' it
She ain’t been listening to ye
Or flipping anything
Except these old heads 
Over my new healing forms
With combinations that
Got nobody in the pilot
So I’m smoking ‘till it’s charred up
Guard up, but the windows down
Tint at the limit
I forget the percentage
But it been through some weathering
I can empathize in how it’ll fossilize
With a simultaneous shine
In a short existence

Come up to the stop
Nah, the rims ain’t spinning
Dashboard clock
And the hands keep (hands keep)
If these hands could talk
Would leave the same impression
Never had thought you’d
Stick with this repetition
I come up to the stop
Nah, the rims ain’t (rims ain’t)
Dashboard clock
And the hands keep (hands keep)
If these hands could talk
I swear things would be different
Never had thought they’d
Pull me this direction

These combinations are uncommon
So lets try and get lost
Pyrotechnic exhaust
Now I can’t drop the top
Cause you been hanging
All on my rearview thought
Yup, right next to the cross
And now I’m finally letting off
Cause my foot been on the brake
Too too long
Get you a few songs
But I’ve been trippin' off the Psilocybe 
And listening right through my eyes
Feeling bigger than
A few tribes of them Vučević 
Sippin’ voodoo
Until I spawn a new religion
So get the crucifixion ready (ready?)
Need a re-up to keep this thing compelling
Combining these spells with
Smoking compounds in my dwellings

I come up to the stop
Nah, the rims ain’t spinning
Dashboard clock
And the hands keep (hands keep)
If these hands could talk
Would leave the same impression
Never had thought you’d
Stick with this repetition
I come up to the stop
Nah, the rims ain’t (rims ain’t)
Dashboard clock
And the hands keep (hands keep)
If these hands could talk
I swear things would be different
Never had thought they’d
Pull me this direction

Time

Money Trees X Silver Soul

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