Lose Yourself Skyfall - Adelle vs Eminem (Mashup)

Lyrics:
She was standing on the corner with her stereo,
Retro ghetto blaster playing AM radio,
Long and lanky, acrobatic,
Hair up with a hanky, started dancing to the static, 
Floral pattern, both dainty and delicate
The movement of her skirt, captured casual and elegance,
Seemed sad no one stopped and stared,
Cause when a suit walked through her, she disappeared in thin air.
That’s when I knew I was seeing a ghost, an
Echo of nostalgia’s soul, beauty so engrossing 
I know I, should feel blessed to have seen her, but
My chest’s in denial that I never got to meet her.
Travel back in time to when she’s alive, 
Where tact’s sublime, I could still survive
I may not thrive, but I wouldn’t be broke
With the dollar in my pocket I would buy us both a cherry coke.

I only want to hear her tune on the radio,
Masterpiece clashing with a simple smooth steady flow
To get to know me, it needs to be slowly,
An old soul only looking for that poetry
I only want to hear her tune on the radio
Second hand book filled with someone else’s notes
To get to know me, listen where the lesser pray,
An old soul, dancing with yesterday

Broke the mood of that bluesy tune,
It’s true, he took me from my reverie and took me far away from you.
Inventor of the world’s smallest Bluetooth
Cursing to himself like a shaman with a screw loose,
Choking on his calling with a nice little Blue noose,
Didn’t even notice how completely she could seduce,
Ghosts of the past have no business when there’s new news,
Of his pride, welting with a new bruise.
Gratified, immediately salt wound,
Cauterize, and act when it’s too soon, 
Pluck out an eye for the chance of expansion, Sell out my soul in advance of a paycheck, 
No time for roses, no time for dancing, Keeping up pace with the world is break neck
I do not begrudge him
Too far ahead to let my vision touch him, 
Earth was good enough, but time she flies,
Now we made it to the moon, but we dirtied all our skies

I only want to hear her tune one more time,
Masterpiece breaking the walls of my mind,
If you can show me the reason for poetry
Illuminate with potency the world as it is known to me.
I only want to hear her tune on the radio,
Forgotten love note from a girl I used to know, 
Poem’s power slowly slips away,
Old souls, hope for yesterday.

My to-do list looks endless and foolish,
After gazing on her song, flawless as cupid’s aim,
Now the world ain’t the same, yeah the smell remains,
But the taste in my mouth leaves me wishing it’d change,
Miss the taste of that girl on the street corner,
Static of her song making my mouth water,
Need a lemonade stand, buy some truth for a quarter,
Cause it’s true we move faster, now the days get shorter,
Look to the future ,  Respect the silence,
That calm sense of guidance that comes with the quietness,
BRRAP, no time for musing
Can’t listen to poetry unless it’s with music.
I’m useless, the world’s fast and confuses, 
Confucius is just laughed at by hubris,
We’re ruthless, always harassed with the rudeness
A Thousand Schools of Thought on just that last page of YouTube.
It’s fruitloops to think when today does it for you 
A lucid mistake becoming one of the Chorus
Can’t do this, no time for me to set the record straight,
Let it spin out on its own, take us back, yesterday

She moves through the radio
Second hand book dedicated to a ghost,
Smile for your phonograph, everything will be, okay?
And the old souls dream…


Yesterday (Atmosphere remix)

In Her Music Box - Atmosphere

The Heist

Make The Money

thank you for ALL the support 
mixed by @tevinwmusic
prod by @yungameba

music video: http://bit.ly/2yaRgA1


I like to think I’m well-equipped as any other average guy 
but I just can’t discover love and I don’t even set my standards high
on top of that, I’m camera shy, maybe I should opt-out of the dating pool
and be an undercover tinder samurai

cause I would rather type online than whisper in a dingy bar
and swiping left and right could be my new bushido ninja star
and I’m well-versed in virtual lovemaking ninjutsu 
on every profile pic I post, I’m posing with my shitzu
or flexing with my shirt off cause I heard that gets you hits too

Especially OkCupid, I’m like Eros or the cherubs be,
I pierce hearts of women with my cursor and my arrow keys
and disregard my Roman roots and choose a font that’s serif-free,

trust me,

 I’m a tinder bio brainiac
the way I kindle fire with matches, I’m a pyromaniac
on christian mingle, I’m a casanova,
if ya’ll don’t think so, y’all can ask Jehovah
check your inbox, he might send an answer over

I wish I had the muscles of a granite sculpture
I would log on ashleymadison and bang adulterers
I’m so lonely, I’ve considered farmers-only
just for someone’s arms to hold me
also, I’m really big on agriculture

but if I had that body of a grecian god
I would trawl on pof.com and use it as a fishing rod
and hope I don’t get catfish,
the fact is if I did, I’d probably play along cause god knows I could use the practice,

and if I’m aching for my roots, I’d visit shaadi.com
message islamic wahhabi hijabi hotties “salaam”
and sunni, shia, those are both denominations I respect
cause I just care for our connection, 

I don’t care about the sects

sometimes I uninstall my apps in reckless insurrectious rage
and then regret it while I check the craiglist missed connections page
and then I think that I should get out more and disregard my mobile cell
and get to know the local teller at my barnes and noble well
and check out what she’s reading while she’s charging up my total sale
and ask her if she likes the novel,
and once she answers, ask her if wants to grab some coffee or some ice cream waffles,
and she’d probably say that’s awesome, 

 I’d ask her when she’s off of work,

 she might answer “midnight”

 I’d tell her that sounds awful, 

what a bummer, and from somewhere
I might muster up the nerve to get her number,

 and I would ask her what her digits are
and if I play it right then I can disregard my ninja stars, 
say sayonara to katanas and my other weapons too 
and try committing by committing online dating seppuku

tinder samurai (video in description)

prod @rainlord
mixed by @ibr

lyrics: http://pastebin.com/BktFpHc4

look, I won’t pretend I understand it babe, the afterlife and all
but as you died you promised me that you would try to write or call
and I’ve been waiting ever since, every sunday I hold seances with like-minded adults
and roll your corpse into the living room and try and find your pulse and then repine at the results, I’ve even got my windowsills lined up with ultraviolet bulbs, shrunken shrines of human skulls and other signs of the occult but now I’m at a fucking loss, cause honey, nothing seems to work…
 
like I’ve been astrally projecting my body beyond my dreams
through the fabric of space and time so you could me spot me at the seams
I ventured through the upside-down hoping you caught me in between
but maybe if you’ve got the tech, then you could haunt me on my screens
 
like you should infiltrate my news feed
I swear no one would notice
you could float beside some bogus buzzfeed quiz about the POTUS
be a pixelated phantom ghost
on clickbait propaganda posts
and dictate what you’re thinking through a catchy headline
like “one weird reason why it’s great to be ethereal”
or “twenty signs you’re dead now and your soul is immaterial”
 
or if it’s late at night then you could swoop in from the shadow realm
and talk to me through pop-up ads that show up over adult films
on anything you’re into, we could start with milf, or facial,
you could beam your interspatial spirit into interracial
if you’re feeling sorta formal, we could pizza date on Skype
and I could call the coroner over n’ we could share the corner slice and when it’s time to go to bed, then we could leave our cameras on
and if the netherworld has one-day shipping free on Amazon
 
then you could slumber as you ship yourself, I swear this shit delivers quick
or send me the address and I could meet you by the river styx
I’d twitter beef with Namtar by the Tigris and Euphrates
I could snap you while I’m snagging sacred threads of life from Hades
I would loot Duat and photocopy-pirate the papyus,
change the records and then have a Facebook flamewar with Osiris  
and either way, I can’t wait to talk or reunite,
I’ve been so lonely since you died, I’ve tried to walk towards the light
and if the Gods of Death oppose our harmless want to reconvene
then maybe we could sneak you by ‘em if you haunt me through a screen

the rest of the lyrics: pastebin.com/BktFpHc4

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