Spooky Halloween Mixtape by Ke Kni with Jugg Santana, Pmill, Young Ferren, Yung Vibe

Skelly Sterling

Recent Sad Leftovers, B sides, Extras. All fiction always. Released December 17, 2024

The Cold Melodic

Draft one of the Sequel. Released January 4, 2025

Skribblez Vol. 2

Grease Goblins w/ Pmill

Signs of Spring

Complimentary Colors

Wrinklesss Car Memo

All Day and night,

You bring a reservation
Believe she just a decoration

I pay u mind,

Expect the Lord to save us

Forgive my motivations
Good things take time

Brooklynn:

handed me the loaded gun 
whatd you think i’d do with it
left it all in the chamber 
now it’s going to my head 
and i know it makes you happy
if i stayed to just play dead
But you drain me of my lifeforce and i just want to lay to rest



You didn’t pull the trigger you know
None should have to face this life all alone
I swear to you girl there’s a reason
Must be a thing you still believe
Come to me then flee the demons

Brooklynn:

i can sense your taste and liking 
to go where the dark resides 
and i can’t say that i blame you
i’ve been there my whole life



Yea i built a wall
That We lie inside
In the bed with lions
The lord provides
Both her eyes were giant
The diamond kind
We were so involved,
How it felt inside

Brooklyn:

handed me the loaded gun 
whatd you think i’d do with it
left it all in the chamber 
now it’s going to my head 
and i know it makes you happy
if i stayed to just play dead

Brooklyn:
But you drain me of my lifeforce and i just want to lay to rest



You didn’t pull the trigger you know
None should have to face this life alone
I swear to you girl there’s a reason
Must be a thing you still believe
Come to me then flee the demons

Verse 3:



never planned i’d be addicted to the suffering
whatd i expect when i built this whole fucking palace on the sand
still i could take you to the highest stories 
just trust and take my hand 



I wish to cure u from your sickness
They never feared the things been written



You didn’t pull the trigger you know
None should have to face this life alone
I swear to you girl there’s a reason
Must be a thing you still believe
Come to me then flee the demons

Gun v2 ft. BrB (Prod. downcast)

Written and performed by Brookelynn Borum

BrB: Trust Issues Demo (Prod. Regi)

Brother tweaking
Saw luigi
Saw a waluigi
Ye im geeking
Girlie stopping just to see me
Route scenic
Bitch she ain’t believe it
She landing on a penis

Luigi’s Mansion ft. Jugg Santana, Pmill, YF (prod. lomakeitsnow)

I dont fuck withe shit

Know it only takes a touch
Little flick
Got u out in a glimpse
Knock u out like a bitch
From the south
Where the bitchea never bout it
Dick her down
Pull it out
Put it back in her mouth
Stack a couch on a couch
I got a house in the clouds
Build it up tear it down build it up
To think id really give a fuck
You a buck,
You a slut,
I ain’t ever gonna nut
I ain’t sipping on no shit if I can’t feel it in my gut
Never trust
Cause the bank finna bust
Bubble butt
Baby got it in the front
Never stunt
Sometimes i wear these fucking gloves
Just when i pick up this…



Like i could give a shit if i am mentioned in a top 5,
Penned it in since I was still just sitting around 5’9”
Inching up to six but after passed it, gifted crack when i was sleeping i ain’t stash it bitch i hashed it up with reefer, got attacked, that’s when i learned to practice magic, lit a match, killed a bastard in his hatching, 
And they ask me, is it tragic when it happens? I just laugh and hit em back when other casualties are stacking like we be good.

IDFWS ft. Jugg, YF, Pmill (prod. vibania)

Said your still down and you never gon leave me
I been southeast and they had to 1 ring me
Puffin on green still proud to just be here
Where your other enemy be?

I said I saw your 1 crown it be sitting up reaching
Way below clouds with the height of mount eerie
Like my own sound im my own best interest
Squadded round town with my own 2 ears full

I need more than one Bison, no one look like us yea yea

Spend a summer out biking. I might cop me one time peace

It ain’t gonna take lightyears, we be moving fast time does

You said it, you’d be my home


Looking all round like you like me I sent shit, doubted my power
I was slicing, my skin thick
Neverland tower lost boys could hear a pin prick
Shooting up bowels ain’t moved since our shins did
Leave me all out I don’t want in on the shindig

Leave me alone, i been doing drugs so the feeling is gone
Never thought Id be so fucking ready to die
Imma step in the light
Imma keep it quite until i tell you tonight

Better leave me with a rear tow
Follow me i feel ya
Girl i ain’t gonna steal ya
You gon leave on your own

I ain’t gonna fuck you when you been on patrone
Really think my father just the reaper of souls
I said ari gatto he sent me on the road

Reaper Remix (prod. Polaroid)

Girl tryin cuddle
Been sippin on bubbly

Side of the field them 
Bitches be tumbling
I had concealed then all of my suffering
Band in the deal

Cameras tears
Hand in another hand

Both of my brothers done came from the motherland
Ain’t got no blood
Ain’t got no blood
Nor has the love been too coveted
Trip for the nugs
All of the dubs
Winner don’t take light to coming in
Any but first
When we pretend we the worst
Hope u been knew that we hurt
Broke little children of earth
Pull up in flocks and disperse
Coppers done get on the nerves
For allem still living in dirt
I was invited the hearse
Had to say no to the bird
Had to say no to the burns
Had to say no to the jerk
Had to say no to the perky
Had to say no to the church
Had to say no to the verses
Had to say no to the her
Had to say no to the third
Had to say no to the durr
Had to say no to the burr

No Blood ft. Jugg Santana, Pmill (prod. ckaustin)

Young rock star with the girls
Drop bars for the squirrels
15 yards from a curl
Notha Line drive past the first 
Whole car getting searched
16 lines in her purse
Told him he could have some of my merch
Talking like durk
From a town where sum em buy dirt
Granpa went to turks
Softball post sermon

Yo momma
Couldnt hit a wall with a wallnut
Close enough to crawl up it

Yo momma like a mall on a holiday
Empty and nobody coming

Yo momma boutta call she a mile away
And she gon need somebody loving

Yo Momma ft. Pmill (prod. Vibania)

Butterfly Garden lyrics:

She was shaking boppin, he was shavin, poppin pills they ain’t fun no more,
He ain’t make it to the drug store
She got to this amazing garden, 
Theres a baby larva there
We were saving up to build a place to watch him, growing up
He’ll get his wings on em, 
Bigger than the bees
Birdies start to sing to em
He ain’t going up in the trees cause the leaves fallen
All he really needs these days,
Nectar and the sweets
Her own butterfly garden

Ain’t no shame in nothing baby,
We can chase another
We could play another tune
Im just scared to lose you

I can’t make you stay here
Theres a greater place
Than banana shade
I’d let you go escape baby

Chamber of the fates,
Broken men of faith
Gotta lose sum know sum
Every single day
I keep waking up in grace
I been seeing change been made

Butterfly Garden [raw demo] (prod. pieper)

~Trash Goblins Lyrics~
prod. Txmmy Beats

Pmill:
*hook*
I be with the gang and we gon fine dine
I be with this thang and yea she fine fine
Never let your jersey hang, bitch
Sitting hindsight, get your mind right
Get your mind right

Ke:
-verse-
Girl u know us yea we just a couple trash goblins
With the pack cause they won’t let me keep a strap on me
Heard enough if all your lavish back talking
Got the Snapback aiming where the hawks watching
And my tops off soon as all the thots gawking
Keep the pot stocked, cops won’t let me puff none it

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo all of em

That means fuck em
I ain’t know em
None em cousins
But the hustle
Pushing tougher
Never bluffin
Less its sumn get me in trouble
Ain’t a gunner
Just a stunner
Since the kid popped out the gutter
Ain’t been thuggin
I just bug em
With these subtle
Intruductions
Gettin money
Make it double
I been huffin on these colors
Gettin dumber by the duffel
Baby tummy getting growing
We stay popping like some bubbles
Why she top me off for supper
And she tell me that its Yummy
Why u think i made u honey, honey

*hook*

Pmill:
-verse-
I asked my og can yu break like half for me 
so I can give back to the ones and tax money 
so I can pimp out these hoes and they can brag for me 
bring it back to me, so I can keep them racks comin 
come back home to the rig and stashed honey 

fuck around and brought the food in 
commissary for my brother in institution 
smelling musty from hustling don't get no confusion 
see thru they acts like I'm superman peeping ass like that shi translucent 
don't need ya two sense if u can't move shi 
Yu not the crew bitch and we be getting rich it's in the blue prints. 

Ke:
-verse-
Couple goonies,
Couldnt keep me in the looney bin
Still a student even when u think im losing it
Been influenced by the shooters and the hooligans
Eating tuna next to judas and the
Bad bilingual cuban bitch
Facing scrutiny and mooning it

*hook*


Cops > Prosecutors > malicious criminals

Trash Goblins w/ Pmill (prod. txmmy)

Prosecutors, Critics

Theres gonna be, a frigid winter evening,
Too cold, too broke, too lonely even eat, but the moon sees me,

You know ive got them feds following
Bet u they been checkung the drops

Whod have thought my biggest fan was the cops
Now, you cant say nothing bout my white skin
They want me locked up, 

My problem is bigger than me
They caught me while out in the street 
Starving wet shoes on my feet
Booked me no sign of release

Cant wait to watch them burn

Prosecutors, critics

Man, there will be a special place in hell for some these prosecutors, critics 
Try to put me in a cell prevent some shit I never intended 

You can catch me on the bail,
And I won’t be the one to kill em

But there’s gon be a special place in hell,
Some these prosecutors, critics

Cause this shit im tryna sell and no fluff it aint no gimmick

There gon be a special place in hell for some these prosecutors, critics

Let me tell u now

Sir if this is really bout getting dirt off the streets, 
Why you skipping on these leads and wasting time on maleek?
He pay the bills same time first and second baby mama,
Even visit every week bringing candy for his daughters,
He got the patience of a doctor and the pain thats from his father
Made him go down as a martyr all these kings in the streets

There gon be a special place in hell some these prosecutors, critics

Some these suits tho you can tell they take their job tho really serious

But when I say that I won’t kill nobody bitch you better listen.
I know that life gave me the word I know that light what keeps us spinning

Sir my freedom on this rock, what gon end the need for prisons,
I hope that you been praying
Something get the thief attention,

All you heard was something ill
Then you may need to learn about redemption

Cause there’s greater things than hell for some these contemplative sinners
All the ones who turned their tails
To all that shit that led them missing

But you keep them in a hell for some shit been long forgiven,

My Lord, go make a special place in hell some these prosecutors, critics,

I can’t stand the taste the smell, look on their faces so dismissive

Don’t care I end up like pharrell
Or any politician listen,

Got some shit won’t let me mail, I’m tryna help another person,
That ain’t nothing they could feel, some these prosecutors, critics,

Wanna trap us in a hell full of people no one’s missing, but

I guess they got them too

Prosecutors, Critics (prod. tamshú)

Paralyzed 
you said you’re scared to die
You’re terrified
Imagine paradise
A million dreams alive
All the things you like
Greeted friendly eyes
Feel the sins of a sickened mind
But appears the light
It seems you had needed sight
We could leave at night,
Find the moon in december skies
I remember why’s
He never told me right
When he was picking sides
Left me out there to dry
And if hed been inside
Id have sat upon the edge and write
Ain’t a sense to fight
Already lost when it began what spite
When the ends in flight

We could live or die
We could live or die

Whatchu know the king survived

Friends get dinner on a thursday
Things get better in the worst ways

Things that i ain’t even imagined yet
But something deep within
Had memories


Can’t negatate the way that you feel but you hear me
Buckled like the weight of the shelf on the ceiling
Chucking a grenade up a hill hit the building
Falling right back down on myself
That surreal thing
Ain’t worrying bout my next meal
Chirping bird dreams
Earth is Oceans

grenade (Prod. floorish)

Tryna find something to say that u ain’t heard yet
All of my life get arranged, this whole other person
It never be hitting the same Read me the verses
Gimme the nerd gimme the girlfriend
Guy Got a lotta the nerve,
Just not when he see me in person
17 round in a mag
Only take one to connect
Bullseye right under the breast
Girl got the pepper spray
Babe it will keep you safe
You gotta see to spray
Throw her the key to the wraith
You ain’t gotta think to pray
I more than just squeeze to flay
Murdered right before easter came



I been so scared
Hoping nobody else gonna make no mistakes
What if im the one slip
All of my life just a series of trips
Hopes in they mind i ain’t watching my step
Look to your left, most what had mattered was right in your chest
Bro ain’t do shit,
Fed you the dreams when we were just kids
Richest ain’t fuck bout no money
They scuff em along on a journey
Fed em the meals when they hurting
Wasn’t in ever no hurry
Kittens appear to him purring,

We sealed the king up the gurney
Right right in front of the mary
Who picked em up when they carried?
Lay in a tomb
Left him with ver little room
I guess dude could have gone to the moon
What really ever meant soon?
Talk about elephant
Oh cherry tan the vanilla man
He never hurt the kid,
Not since he been a kid
Picked on the bigger kids
Ehbody nemesis
Don’t leave no witnesses
Delicate citizen
All of them fibbages

Man it been 2k16 since the lord was round 15
Id say mary knows he made history
When the underworld made a flip scene
Little lost souls found a big thing
Could a moth told about a bug trap?
Girl ain’t fall in love with my ballsack

She know what i mean,
She say that its mean,
Gotta see bigger than beans
You stare at a screen
Pair wit da feinds
Guy do not care what u think
I got more air in the tank
Load up the snare and the bass
Tell me the terrible things
The unbearable things
The imagined hysterical things
Your declarable things,


Arms wide, double entendre, that’s cause shaq talking

In the bag toxins
When i lack conscience
Had Iraq conquered
In the background,
Id say it lacks honor,
What they did in beth lah him
He ain’t grow up to be bin laden
Just because he’s arabic doesn’t mean he’s Iraqi
Something like another son of abraham

Lay in a tomb
Lay in a tomb

Please resurrect me with moves
Soon as im dead what you do?
Just rub all my ash on her boobs
Ain’t gotta tax the perfume
Scent come from sweat and the spoon
I spilled on me some of the soup
I ain’t wearing no tux this a suit
Yes i could actually shoot
Where do you stash your recluse
Please do not let that bitch use

Turn the stall to the trap we were traveling
Backstreets had him until the gavel went
Hardhead hunting, where the saddle went
Never bet a bar knew how big the bag would get
He just sat with it a little ass and tits
I know we haven’t lived
Everything that we are supposed to live
But still, I didn’t know it then

The emotionless little dumb ass kid

I know that God gave me all of this. That’s why I’m blessed.
Nights we spent to build what came to this we never slept
Visions holding on that lead to death
Weakness in me seeking to eject
Anger in me seeping to object
Deeper pain than maybe one would guess
Enemies alone would want subject

I got wraps and attraction. I got sacks in the sack.
I got tracks really scraps
It all got me
Out of whack
I turned some rags to a sash
Now they grabbing for my neck
And there ain’t never been a check
But nobody cared to check
Nothing left but the steps
I ain’t crest when I leapt

Ice is fresh when i land
Saying that they love you while they crush us into sand

Ventilation trepidations

It’s your body in it
Hot tamale with it
I got your Garden with me
Meet me in an alley with it
Got u counting digits,
Got u sounding silly
I got abandonment issues
Bring the camera with u,

Reh D? (Prod. julesmxaria)

Living on emotion
Your lips stained my mind
Soaring over fields of berries
All along they carry what we won’t find


Hidden under sheets of gold, carbon rotted to the core

How u always wanted more

Hell upon the lost

Hear me roaring far from modest from a coast

Hear me fall and on it goes, road is long, I hadn’t known

Hear me soar

berries / soar (Prod. gxm)

snow clouds (prod. lucisphere)

Lay out the constellations

Away a change away a change away away

She live around there, she live around there
She lives around


I know that you remember
We were eyeing each other
You ain’t even say the name
Id been sleeping out the rain
Ain’t an issue but u made one

Fake blond
Fake blond
Fake blond


Now you running round my imagination
And i know the sound of a conversation
Its our child, our smiles, our while
Long car ride down here

fake blond (Prod. ericgodlow)

Cocke County

I did what my lawyer said I should not do again
I did what my lawyer said I should not do
But im still looking up to him

If u know me well then u know that im gonna speak my mind
Again and again
I was lonely then and she still found a way to insult my life
We had worked together, me and them side by side
Nobody looks me in my eyes
When i was littler maybe id go home and cry about it
The epitome of no one wait Im fine without you 
We all grow up big whether not time can count it
Cause I believe the man upstairs allowing
Everything that came and went yea
I find my place and did some shit then
Left me tangled up in chains,
But imma wake up, imma change my ways
If u was paying attention
I always did
And Im still changing
I scared away the other faces
But not my baby
Not my babyyyy

I always been a fan of moses
Always been a fan of ghostes
Whether not the family loaded
All of us still on our own dicks
Whether not you channel moseby
I know God chose me
I be repping flannels mostly
Whether not its hot or cold there

Sometimes I dont even wanna write
Cant handle all my own emotions
Put soon i go and hit a page
And find a motive,
I rhyme compulsive,
Anything to free my kind from inner cultures
They drown our focus
Show us all this bitter strife to burn our coding
But we still wipe our noses
And maybe imma need a wife
Either way ill end up scolded
Lifted up myself for miles
Til i passed out hopeless
Looking at a bright blue sky,
Its gonna be another long long night without her
At least im out here
I could still be locked inside with alfred,
Worse up in those newport bars in county
Bars in the newport county

Cocke County (prod. Txmmy Beats)

Care Bares written Lyrics:

Care Bears fighting the mf radioactive spiders

Ain’t gone touch no fucking peter parker

Not this timeline
Peters hollow
Too much pill to swallow
Too much girl to wallow
Buddy swirl in sorrow
Fuck 
Treaking ain’t no sleeping
She was geeking freaking
Leaning on me
Weaineen need pajamas
Trauma llama
Yea my mind was opened
Built a shrine to hocus
Boatin coastin roller pocus
Been peeping up at knower roses
Out of luck when boner roasted
Clone was toking
Ended up on higher doses
Motrin, no luck, prior boasting
Know it don’t ya
Live it
Sew it
Live it live it sew it yuh

Where ih my appendix

Lord protect me
Dont let them inject me
All i worried bout if she would let me

She was guessing I was stressing

I was messing with impressions

The less of it imbedded yuh

Wonder why a mf act retarded
Truth be told May be all he’s got in em
Give what u owe
Take a lot just guarding him
But the end don’t start with this
You just see that heart in em
You just see that heart in em

Bleeding eating needing deeper jesus…
Over sneezin over thinking over drinking over sleeping
Over, over

Pmill:

Care Bares ft. Pmill (prod. lord spwnn)

Lyrics:

You said you love me
There’s a way out
And it’s ugly
Ain’t a big town
Feeling studly
Grabbing something
Swing around
See bars above me
See stars above that
Mars ain’t above that

And I sit down
Use a substance
Puffing dead clouds
Where’s your husband?
He’ll be back round
So I ain’t touch that
OJ the glove black
I’m little muscrat
Ain’t get the trucks wet
She paid the plug sex
She paid the plug sex
Failed a blood test

Why all the guns blessed
Ain’t have to touch that
Surreal the sunset
Here’s your luck back
Don’t ever fuck that
Don’t ever fuck that
Don’t ever fuck that
Don’t ever fuck that
Don’t ever fuck that

Universe inside a pocket watch
Divided life and conquer squads
From the sky they watch
Guarding from the heavens guardens over me
Something coming over next to shoulder speaks
A little holy squeak
Pray for something I ain’t seen before
Stoned but missions for the Lord
Makes me like a martyr
Said I have a father but did not feel begotten
Live on a lonely island
I practice soul when I breathe
Can’t none control when Yah leave
The trigger stole was my leaves
Im getting cold in sun heat
I never crawl when I leap
I never stall when I eat
Keep writing so I believe
God is over everything
When i eat when I breathe
My yah consol when I need
Through songs and souls when I see
I know she needs me
Stepfather beatings
Product of harm was seething
Impartial heavy breathing
Then stressing dinner eating
Injectured ventilating
Avoid incinerating

I built a path back there, she followed
Handed me a pill and swallowed
Success is often borrowed from blessings
To techniques
A little baby swaddeled
My flesh leak and breath reek

Guards (prod. timofon)

This one for my granddaddy’s, granddaddy’s, granddaddy’s, granddaddy yuh

One day they gon say to me baby rousseau
Why you waste time in the booth? You could fill the pews up?
Why you playing with these flutes?

Who gonna let the youth know?
Cause I came out of the womb like, where my shoes tho?

I was cooped up
Floating round dreaming up some new stuff

Planet earth 
Yea the truth comes
You do not deserve
All that soothes us
We fuck around
Until the doom comes
Til the suits come
Put us in a house of people screwed up
I’ll still be making sound,
Betchu memories gon age well in the town where me and goose from
Know a couple dudes splitting pounds
I just get the news though
All the douche in the trowel
Gon get a glimpse of chewed up
Spit out, big mouth, motherfucker with the tits round, 
Been knew ignorance was bliss everytime hed get the fix found
Hit the mixed hound bitches get the dick down
Never fuck on no dawgs, switch drawed on any fucker who ain’t sit jaw shut

Ain’t a faggot but i burn hot
All you maggots sucking earth rot

Mama sent me edamame
Pardon french im kylian mbappe
Looking more like mr cillian murphy
And Even if u boutta kill me im smirking

Worship the fulfillment of Gods law
But cha cha slide to the ta tas
And the rasta, telling me i talk just like a monster
Offspring of nicki minaj and kanye
Cept I ain’t ever put a bitch down to consummate
Justice gets found
Im tired of these complications
Commendations
For a brother who need confrontation,
Consultation
All his words are compensation
Provocation
Brother really needs a congregation
Who ain’t friends that leave him constipated

Ugh

Bunch of assholes
What the fuck would maker wanna smash mouth
Saying shrek got clout
Why they let him keep the cap round
Getting further way from cash town
I aint up for getting passed round
Jesus broke but still they cast crowns
Future greater than a class clown
Never searched for ways to bag crops
Lad fought, hard for every last drop

When its time ive done enough to hit this next life
Popping in like God i just had got my steps right

Then he looking back like exactly
Getting closer still but some demons had me
Exorcist by night like im batman
Pulling out the tracks 
So casually

Baby Rousseau (prod. xavien)

Skipping lines, skipping pages
I’ve been in danger since Davy Jones went and woke out the grave
 guess he believed in a savior, but no one came then to save him and now he’s on some ape shit in the name of an angel who forgotten of Grace
Cap Put one in the chamber and let it click in his face.
Crew had saw it from angles way it splattered in space
whole ship was in shambles the whole mission erased
 they’d been chasing that old wizard for ages
Finish left them in wait
once began within anger they seeked revenge for the fates of men they’ve been with in cages, floated across the blue waves to kill the boss that enslaved them was what they thought would cease ache.
Still can’t return what’s been taken can’t reverse done and haste, met by earths own forsaken once been burdened with chains all their hurt all their patience seems been blurred on escape
While Davy Jones burned with Hades
still, their murder had weight,
While all these cursed beg for cases
crew was low on food for the plates.
Death be mercy to innocent who suffer senseless in pain.
Sometimes redundancy is empathy. Sometimes abundance is shame
sometimes a moment feels infinite
when you feel stuck and enraged,
I still find slumber is limited when new work comes with new day

Every living being got a soul doesnt matter if you young or if you old but id say when its a first it hurts more all the fidgeting, precision came slow

I been interested in wisdom in the notes
Only way to make an entrance takes prose
I was pushing on a pedal used toes
Cocoa dairy i was nestled in my vessel post chores
And the devil poke his head in but i swore
Id never let him take over
Theres some arabs been beheaded same way they had Americans beheaded
Back when some these arians were swearing for a message they would need to use swords
I tried to turn from all toil
So i aint stuck the source that reaped the bros joy
All that matters we complete alone wars
Fight the battles no one sees or knows more
Every season seems we steeped in some sport
Competitions steady reaching same boards
Fruitless reasons we be spending our coins
Other people begging pleading for corn
Feeling like nothing make the stomach hurt more
When you crawl into the heap and cant mourn
Too exhausted to receive any rewards

Davie Joans (prod. ramalow)

Feel the blessing
I never just accept it
Dare to question every second of it
When im scared
i press in when embarrassed i keep messing up in my own head

Live a little, getting right

You tell me why You’re terrified
Memories still creep on up inside
Another life another life another life
Good people you ain’t seen a while
Guilty of another crime
We never will get back the time
Nor could any stop at nigh

Feel the blessing
I never just accept it
Dare to question every second of it
When im scared
i press in when embarrassed i keep messing up in my own head

QuestionEverySecondofIt (prod. Michael Harrison)

This could be the end as we know it,
Single glimpse leave u empty and stoic
One event that lead u far from ur going
I was simping for a princess inchoate 
She went another way
I was dense another hypocrite poet
Hit my chin upon ascension below me
Headed up it made intently a notice
Im doing donuts

Tempted to a glistening modus
My crippling vindictive opponent
Listens when i whisper encoded
Limitless inscriptive persona
Addicted to prescriptions and soda
My home in outer space 

Stay alive
Play right
Young boy you’re chosen they said

Pay arrives
Slave a while
Your march makes you a Martian

She sent me a letter she’s petted a dog
Feather pon accessory painted it wrong
Leathers on his chest when he sweated it out
Tethered to aggression in subtle alarm
Severed all suggestion impressions evolved
Kettle on a dresser he served to a dog

Settled to a stretcher, they burdened his arms
Meddled with correction meant certainly wrong
Pertinent etcetera smog, vessel with pressure occurred to belong
Battle with depression emergent regards
Currency Determined its worth 
Furthering another urgency birthed

play(w)right (prod. Tomshu)

Counting Sheep 

Counting sheep like, 123

Benefit of the doubt I think they could have misunderstood,
I been sleeping well,
I been dreaming, bout a world that excels
Grace upon a woman at a well,
Sipping water with her pigtails
Summer turned to autumn and she in class
She just need a C to get her gift bag
Momma promised, shopping trip if she passed
Ain’t know it’s daddy’s money but he ain’t mad
He just don’t want her have no makeup til she gets sad
Told her beauty is within you and your face babe
Looking something like your momma round when we met
And look where that had got us, life it ain’t bad
Thats when she had smiled
Reminding her its time for bed
She said sing my favorite lullaby and he said

Baby girl, baby girl, just stay young
I think you’re gonna live forever

Baby girl, baby girl, some days long
Remember each day is better
You can always find your way home

Just breathe in,
And pray long

Counting sheep, 1 2 3
There’s a few more, 2 3 4
Might have missed 1, 4 5 6
Good thing we got time, 7 8 9

Counting Sheep (prod. Henchy)

Higgs Cover v1 -Frank Ocean

“Circumstance” Lyrics

Pmill:

This is a place 

Who can't realate 

No need to wait 

If life is jus to reanimate 

Then what's it like when ya casket is in the grave 

Make sure that everything locked in the safe 

N make sure ya family don't stay in pain 

don't frait 

 Don't shake 

Jus stop u don't need to hyperventilate 

Baby jus look up at space n take a breath n embrace everything w a change 

Cuz we all on the same chase 

And remember people that this is jus a place 

This is a place (x2) 

I've been w all different kinds of races and nationalities 

An occasionally everyone has rationality 

N atleast everybody comes from a dad atleast 

N majority never were mad at me 

But when the evil lurking on the other side it can be saddening 

 Years n generations pass on by

Why people turn to sheep get hypnotized 

Consuming and dont realize 

That's why I had to cut ties 

The manipulation and lies

Everyone has an eye for success

Wake up n try do their best  

Talking shit to attest 

We often end up a mess 

Cuz they stuck in they debt 

Never getting no rest 

Want us to work our death 

That's why we pray and we bless 

My mind filled w the stress 

Cuz people missing the message and never counting they blessing 

We In the same place don't know where we heading. 

(Hook)

Ke:

I was homeless was starving 
Covered in water lips parched
Aint asking no special favors for artist 
Aint even gives me time to reach for my wallet 
I guess I thought you would have catered to all of whoever never hurt. No one also my phone was dead. Walked for miles finally had gotten a second that I could reach for my charger. 
You must’ve made a call how quickly cops pulling up and pulled me out there. Left my missing comic book only copy I had written that means one of one
And as for damages, there ain’t no amount of dollars that could pay for my art 
Could call that narcissism crazy or whatever you’d call it
But that ain’t no way you treat a human being regardless
I’ll let you take it up with God and the men with no hearts in them
What goes around comes around
Because it come around 

Behind the shame and the pain
Same face through the age

I ain’t ever done hard drugs,
Except under a bridge once
And i didnt even feel it man whatever it was

All I got are victimless offenses

Never hurt a thing not even the fences
I just reach for your senses
I ain’t even ask for consensus
But you told me that anyway

[muddy] Circumstance w/ Pmill (prod. NuhuBeats)

~Abyss Lyrics~

Ke:
-verse-
Brother I ain’t want it to end
Its this feeling freedom
I ain’t ever want it to leave
But we should go
You got a baby waiting for u at home
Thankful that her mama understanding our needs
This fueled creation, centered round this void in our spirits, a black hole, endless darkened abyss, we fill with tears of all the women should have left with a kiss

Impassioned meditations
Ambitions, fueled by fleshly yearning procreation
Desperate Innovation
Hope to make our lives more than a blink
Hope the pain inside’s destroyed with a drink
Rest in lost and lowly places,
Devil coughing up the tar I’m lonely craving
Smashed my guitar, threw it up to the stars
It’s fucking over you can fucking take it
Long night spent, doses up to the brain
Tongue out, geeking, floating up through the rain
I live in cartoon worlds, the imaginary paradise
where it rests within your own hands if any hero should die
Only fucking Limits set for myself in my mind

And i get tired, been times id treat the night like a day.
Pen to meet hand on the page
Closer to this land I escape
My potions medicate me,
Texas Corn Liquor xX
With some Cali Grapes
We gon be some greats

Pmill:
-verse-
Bars, clever and impactful lyrics 
Have to hear it had to be near it  
Sad, fearing, and endearing  
Bro got same flow like we mirroring 
Listen to it while I'm steering 
Might jus end up even tearing 
Keep it strong like I'm jirren  
Cuz I got responsibilities at home 
But what u think I do this for (fo) 
Trash Goblinz w a knome 
Who would of known 
It help me grow 
Creation like a diety, this pen is my child 
Perform overcome anxiety, it ain't no boring n mild 
I'll admit that society, can be a bit wild 
Maybe my variety, can reconcile 
Or maybe noterity, can help me get it off this tile 
I been writing for awhile 
Back when my brother n D would record on audacity.  
So everyday after that is what inspired me  
To be a composer, hopefully someone will hire me 
Cuz Ian got no plans of ever retiring  
They jus don't understand, what I'm inquiring  
Ask my guardians keep an eye on me 
I jus hope this music don't die on me  
On to the next one (x2)

Ke:
-verse-
And it never ends these pencils glimpse to forever the bitter rhythms of my unforgettable heavens, heart can get colder than a bitch in her 7, feel the same way when I ain’t sad enough to cry her a river, the anger takes the pain, ask any every one of them, nothing she could do would make me take a fist let it hit her

Im the crippled forgetter
The abysmal delivered
The been tripping in sin since I was young enough to piss in the litter
On the planet where the kittens get bigger
If u want it bad enough
quittin ain’t a word within a mission where success is the finish

Abyss ft. Pmill (prod. Vince Beats)

~Mad Dawg Lyrics~

Ke:
She aint even want for me to leave but started bluffing, how i knew cause she was rubbing on my junk and started huffing
In my ear lobe she was humming
Little sorry little nothings
When i hit it won’t be done with her
We both know it was something
Way she hoping for some youngins
Let me come up in her muffin
I be stunting on the others right in front of her, she love it,
Hold it up still right in front of her it reaching for her stomach
x2

Pmill:
Mad dawg/ Yu mad dawg 
Had to get it out the streets like mad dawg 
Hustling every week had to blast off 
Blast off  
Working on my shot got great form 
So many sticks look like gay porn 
Miles ahead I can't wait for him 
Gave him free game now he stay torn 
Shoulda stayed solid stuck taking a day course 
How u still hating we balled on the same courts  
We was them homies matching a force 
Now u a nut like an acorn   
Switch flow)  
Stacking this shit til the day that i drop  
Packing this hit hope it don't make me flop 
Acting for a hoe but don't call me LeBron 
Had me sum hope w this magic lil wand 
Gave me the game n I ran w a batton  
Doin my thing don't care what u be on 
Said u my friend but no time to bond 
We is not fond 
Counting my share while I sit on the John   
Yu mad dawg 
Yu last dawg 
N u too late like the last call 
N I just ate this is fast ball 
N u upset cuz I hate y'all 
N I'm up yea cuz Ian y'all  
Cuz I blast off yeah I take off 
Yo crew pressed cuz they stationed off 
N we A1 like steak sauce 
(Hook)

Ke:
-verse-

Mad Dawg ft. Pmill (prod. SEIYO)

~Sometimes Lyrics~

Ke:
*hook*
I be living life sometimes xX

-verse-
On sight i address her like your highness
I was
Hoping for a night turn it into norhing more than a quick lifetime
I could be your lifeline
Lil dime i could be your light crime
Ain’t gone take what ain’t mine
But what you give i won’t rhyme
We could take a nice ride
Lil trip past sky line
We just a blip of our kind
I won’t fight what excites ya
Days end i still chase mind
Ill find inner likeness
Shine through grime
Pines living like us
No cold blue down
 No soul too drowned
Burned coal blew clouds
That u won’t shoot down
Old soul new town
Won’t fold, won’t crown
Any fucker think he living righteous
That ain’t like us,
Battle with the vipers, saddle up to gavels, 
Looking up above, don’t let em bury me im not done,
Every second breathing air up in this open world I’m getting closer
Freedom from reproach, i introduced a girl to a ghost and men ain’t heard me boast they cut me off before i toasted
All glory to the most all joy what inspoked us
Devil been close but we choke him like the force does,
Skywalking, high above the flies and the roaches
All I ever needed was some time to inspire like the Lord does,
They wanna put they knives in the eyes of the guys that im close to
Thats why we gotta slide when the fire getting bolstered,
We the type to make you die without a fight without a holster
All faith all grind, like the docs and the soldiers
Never doubt got a soul in him
*hook*

Pmill:
-verse-
Surround myself by sum bread winners 
Whatchu say to me u is jus a beginner 
Yu soft as fuck and u switching genders 
More kid then sum chicken tenders 
Make u my son u feeling tender  
Take out ya whole nation like imma fire  bender 
Yeah u try my bitch but u could never get her 
No matter all the money u tryna lend her 
Gang pull up on u like the avengers 
Ouu damn that's when shit got horrendous 
I'm fuckin stingy taking all yo binjis dont forget the Penny
I'm the type to go n sell a kidney 
Down to catch a body jus in case someone tryna top me 
Yu get beat like you Rodney 
W bitch n we bonding 
Wrapped her up in Versace 
Wearing a sheisty but never did nun grimey 
Don't fw that Cashapp so u Kno u gotta chime me 
Blowing in the air, smoking on that kamikaze 
Don't try to compare, bitch I'm dope with or without it 
It ain't fair, Yu too sweet like a brownie 
Cash on yo hair, turn yo ass to a bounty 
Yu a snitch straight to the county 
I'm too busy up in my climate. 
N all my business I'm minding 
We sit back n we reclining 
Plug hit my phone perfect timing. 
Purple punch help me unwind yea  
N the stars is where I'm climbing 
So if u wanna try me imma barber u getting lined up  
Ammunition like Arnold 
Make ya shit look like Donald 
I'm flyer then the damn cardinals 
U black n white like a bar code 
U drop the soap like where the bar go 
I'm packing ships like it's cargos  
Feeling like my life is narcos 
Hope Ion get caught we'll see how far I go
I love this lil weed like it's  my Christmas present  
Straight of the scale and smoke me lil veggie 
Hit it too hard u get u a lil resin 
I'm sitting here hanging w felons 
They quick to go bust ya melon  
They carrying lethal weapons   
Scratch that up off the schedule, no need to get together we Kno u ain't ready 
Jump off the stage like I'm Kevin, hope I don't break my damn neck man  
Made for this shi cuz I'm writing 9 -7 
Me n this mic a match made up in heaven
*Hook*

Ke:
-verse-
Ok so you ain’t know me, I let u know before you hold me there ain’t much about me holy
I’m the type to go expose you to a dangling expulsive from the formal ceremony,
Catch you nosey, got your nose,
Hold it high so you can’t poach it,
I be up when cattle roasting,
Never had been out with ranching
Still ain’t ever put it down,
Guess im boy without the cow
Northerners been asking bout the house
With a global share of doubts
They know ab the whiskey
They ain’t know about the town,
Only log up in the cabin this one I’m laying now
Got the leather…

Sometimes ft. Pmill (prod. 3am)

~MLK Lyrics~

Ke:
-verse-
Got to get this fear out me,
Gotta trust in Gods plan,
When it’s out of my control,
Know there’s something in his hands,
But it can’t be everything
God knows it ain’t everything
Created martin Luther king, may even been the one to go inspire mans dreams,
But you ask his wife I bet she went and said oh no it can’t be
All us free to achieve,
Be a light among the people, start a fire, just be,
There’s a time to agree, there’s a time to go grieve,
Never spite who can teach, never fight true peace.

When the kids turn to beasts
We need a priest in the streets
Where’s martin luther king when u need him?
We gotta sharpen up these schemes to agreement
Best interest every fucking people
*hook*
We the fucking people xX

Pmill:
Walking down the street w/ the man I became to be 
Who ain't made mistakes, then u can throw the stone at me 
Cant nobody do no wrong, all I'm noticing 
Ian really new to things 
It comes back like a boomerang 
Nobody but myself who to thank 
I guess that's just the truth to things 
So truthfully, salute to me
They wanna fued w me 
Ain't nobody rude as me 
So keep it coo w me 
Beauty and the beast 
Chilling w my life so damn beautifully 
Sitting here w these Cuban links 
Put that in my eulogy 
But today ain't the day I die 
I got connects like wifi 
Gotta journey time flies 
N Ill reach the hieights, all this fuckin hang time 
Dreams so long, Make reality into a sci-fi 

Somewhere I can kick my feet up 
No more cold got the heat up  
At night they wanna be us 
Cuz they jealous of the freedom 
N they mad cuz don't I need em 
I don't dap em when I meet em 
Cuz they wasn't down w us in the gutter 
Now we making hits , we only head hunters  
U try to diss and all we hear is a mutter
U keep on stutter 
Goblins coming up from under 
Cuz we ain't paid the toll to the troll  
Point this pole to his long nose  
Had his ears down, run in fear now, grease is here now. 

Balling jus like the pistons 
Long way from jumping them fences 
Fake friends had to distance 
 On a track and they listen 
Smoking on a joint n it be hitting 
Grinding out gears w precision

Ke:
*hook*
We the fucking people xX

Where’s martin luther king when u need him?
We gotta sharpen up these schemes to agreement
Best interest every fucking people
Best interest every fucking people
When the kids turn to beasts
We need a priest in the streets
Where’s martin luther king when u need him?

MLK ft. Pmill (prod. Ian James)

~Factory Lyrics~

Pmill:
Imaging a painting 
Dragging down all the rankings 
Goblins fighting dragons history in the making 
Scavenge around the nation 
Just for the confrontation 
Of competition im facing 
N play w them like play station, cuz I'm complacent 
Practicing therapeutic meditation just to grow 
Chillin every where I go, they oughhta know 
I was like, I'm by the bro, riding in a low, n we drove past the cove, for the load 
Jus acouple pirates looking for a trove  
Hearing sirens I'm booking it gotta go, adios 

Fuck look what we ran into, hop in the coupe, Don't drop the loot or imma crash like crash bandicoot 
Feeling driving me crazy feeling like imma bout to shoot. 
Man w a machine gun walking down the alley 
Making sure no other mc can surpass me 
No battle rappin or things get drastic I'll give em a casting 
Long way from trappin to get the cash in 
Now I'm way from all the cappin n laughing n back stabbing  
N mfs that envious of Penny's bruh n plotting on me like they Phineas 

Ke:

Ferb been silent since we pulled up with the rifles
Call my psycho im just rhyming with these typos
So many God damn notes in the phone, add em up to bout as long as that whole fucking bible
All this time i waste within a cycle
Praying to the Lord to conjure great arch angel michael
They say when piggies fly then its the time but imma dive off the high rise, whether not i hit the skies thats for God to decide

I been at the boat dock
Fishing for them gross carp
Smoking on that goat pot
Throw em back to juke box


Pmill:
Verse 2)  pressure weighing like an anvil, 
When I rap make em listen n wait like a standstill 
U try to rap can't think of things that they can feel 
Can't slow down  now, I can't yield, I'll pop a pain pill and break out of these chains made of steel  
Upgrade now on these lames, need sum milk drink up Mayfield 
Hall of shame let they head hang dont care how they feel 
They catching a stray ain't got they shield 
7 shots on a play, buddy heild, swear Ian got no chill 
Had to peel away skrt off like a hot wheel 
Come back home wife gotta fat ass n hot meal  
If she end up entangled then I am not will
Gotta homie he a signer but I am not deal 
If u do not know me then u are not real 
Packages goin n gone, move like the cartel 
Bag o' Xannys look like Christmas, how this bar feel ? 
Across the state just to get them Blues to Carolina like a tarheel

Ke:

Steam train don’t u question none the factory
All slain, lifted up, they gon come back to me, 

Climbing up the ladder,
Til the matter all spaced out to lateral
I been knownst to avenues,
Bored of them lets see what think the saturnlings
Bitch suck me off then batter me
Saw an ass and blamed my cataracts
Dick keep whispering to strategize
Slip the wisdom in the tragedy
I’ll admit it i stay stuck to gravity,
Incompetent got no idea whats fucking happening
And the magic profits on this exact catastrophe
The babbling gets maddening
The dastardly is actually
Impassioned by the master plea
A fraction of whats factually
The Consequential rationing
Hoes been living apathy
Not mad when it ain’t bad for me
But the casualties still be hitting sad to me

Whats it take to build a factory?

Blame the losses on who comes after me

Factory ft. Pmill (prod. solaris)

~Fred, Ned, Teddy and Vader Lyrics~

Pmill:
Homie sit like  L/ think it make him write well  
But ain't no sitting duck quail/homie I'm right here / make em go to sleep like sum NyQuil /tranquil, how this pint feel ? thought he was funny like Seinfeld baby time kills does he still have the hype still ?  
Welcome to my field 

So hurry up listen 
For u get knocked out like sonny listen 
Boy ya check ya vision 
Get smoked like a Winston 
Pots n pans in the kitchen 
Trap w precision 
We don't be missing 
We getting it fixed then 
Yu trippin get hit in ya shit man
Ain't as bad as it gets man 
You'll need a practition 
I'm a sick son of a bitch man 
It's a bit sadistic 
But anyways 

I need a thick big titty bitch like raven samone 
I just fucked a little bit, then told her leave me alone 
Serving since a jit, already know what I'm on
Been thru the mail to the City bitch, like Karl Malone  
I bail myself bitch, won't borrow from no one
Walk myself thru the strip, and I'll do it w no gun  
When I get the feeling imma trip, pack me down n roll sum. 
Tried to make me haul an L, but can't get me to hold one 
Blaka blaka 

They putting flaka in the ganja
Miss them days w clay n tamazzia 
Back then wun nun could stop us 
U say my name then do it real proper 
No disrespect I cut ya check faster then blades of a helicopter 
I'm acting like a mobster 
long way from a Honda 
Owning shi now like Willy Wonka 
Practicing getting stronger 
Ya arms look like silly pasta

Ke:
Lucas I am your father
I put you up for adoption
Saw your face said dont want him
You remind me your mother
You made her die are you proud of
The fucking nothing accomplished
Oh now u wanna kill me, no problem,
Have fun without one your arms now

Fred, Ned, Ed, Jed, Teddy, and Vader
Im boutta jet on the haters,
Flying southwest to vegas
Can’t catch my blood on the radar
I keep it tucked with the saber
Laser sharper than blades is
Whipping the sith infiltrator
Whole damn fleet of crusaders
Weapons stocked on the freighters
Slipping past all of them slow solar sailors
Fast as light when i spotted that republican navy
Steady counting that they gonna betray me
Whipping crack like the 80s,
on the track like a baby,
They coming back but they hate me
Never capped on the lady,

Fred, Ned, Ed, Jed, Teddy, and Vader
Im boutta jet on the haters,
Flying southwest to vegas
Can’t catch my blood on the radar
I keep it tucked with the saber
Laser sharper than blades is
Whipping the sith infiltrator

Pmill:
Playing the games like spade bitch, to them pussies Ian related, they overated, we topic of conversation like mama  we made it 
Ya trap house imma raid it, cuz I'm straight from the pavement

Ke:
Looking back at what i created
Sometimes its hard to tell that im the one made it
Could never pull off the taper
My head just like my brain that shit be shaped like an alien
Obi wan kenobi let me burn and i hated him
Who could’ve blamed me

Fred, Ned, Teddy and Vader ft. Pmill (prod. Dtonthebeats)

~Rambo Lyrics~
prod. South Seven Beats

Ke:
*hook*
They wanna stop us 
Treat us like some animals
Throw us in a cage like
Im fucking rambo

Put em on a boat
Take a trip to panama
Left a bag wit your grandma
At the sandlot
Pop an edible

Since i met him
Me n bro been near Inseparable
As for Missy Lee and Pamala
If i got to pick
Imma bed the both
Til im a vegetable
Man I feel incredible now

Pmill:
Told my bro if it's up then u jus know we can't let it go. 
Call them boys up, take a picture n we let em kno 
Taking a long time driving me crazy like an animal 
Soon as they pop out that bitch, snatch em up like velcroo 
Dumb as fuck u done fucked up, looked what u ran into 
Me n my crew taking sweepstakes like we won the danimal
Bitches eat us up like working for Hannibal 
Guess they can't get enough of the damn show
Stacking these chips n I hang with the guys 
Can't answer the phone because I'm too fried 
Made a song with Jugg Frankenstein 
Omg that shit came alive 
Thinking bout missing goin take a flight

Ke:
I been Atlanta just sat on the flow
Feeling bout high as a god on the low
Walking around wasnt getting involved
looked up and down by some ebony hoes
Then i got offered some fent in the mall
I need a minute for sent to the Lord
That man a diddle he said bout a crow
Skin white as paper, his tux el negro,
Peeping the diamonds he got on his throat
Watch half the block pull up murder for fun
Ain’t heard allat since in memphis for dope
Done learned a lot from that man curtis lowe

*hook*

Rambo ft. Pmill (prod. South Seven)

~Bugs Lyrics~

Ke:
*hook*
Lil creepy ass, bugs
Lil nasty ass, bugs
Lil slimy ass, bugs
Lil grimy ass, bugs
Uh, Goblins

Pmill:
-verse-
I think they mad at me 
Mad they not as passionate  
N if we clashing then
Like atoms man 
Like a mash up man 
Imma do em nasty then 
Buckle ya seat n fasten it 
A rap addict man 
My mics got straps attached to em 
 make sure that I'm blasting em 
Until Ive seen the last of em 
They think I've jus catched up to him 
think that I'm jus out matching em 
Guess that make me a bastard then 

I think they mad at me 
Like baby's that never had they way
Like I'm leading faculty 
I'm must be / cuz I'm mustard and they can't catch up to me  
I dare em fuck w me ain't nobody touching me 
Theyve had enough of me 
It's getting ugly like logan Paul or a lunchably  
So I'm selling it like johova guess that's where the huckster be  
call my grower checked if he cut the nugs for me 
Baby roll the blunt for me, break the guts for me this shit taste so damn lovely 
I've got my bruv w me n gun w me they in the truck w try n run on me get blowed like a tumble weed 
It was Friday the 13th/ they had a lil cypher 
They shouldn't invite me / cuz I turn into a viper I'll take this Knife here n stick it right inside here 
They lil fish, The holy mackerel 
Show em why I'm an ass hole
Get rap back doord 
Leave em a note like zodiac code  

Fuego 
Atleast I'm paid bro 
Whatever I say goes 
Case closed 
Better then being a funny entertainer like Jerry Trainor 
Ian joking we gon stain ya Ian talking no painter 
Round up my beaner Wet u up like aquafina 
We the last ones standing in this royal arena 
Call up my Nina play w them racks like karsten & serena  
She my goddess to an Athena 
We act like Martin n Gina  
Laughing up like hyenas 
Sometimes petty n getting even 
But keep it between the sheets n 
She hop up on that dick and spin up on that dick like a ballerina  
I'm feeling better better yet I'm feeling great 
I'll be doin my thing flexing until I'm 88 
On I 88 speeding like I'm fucking late 
Cuz when u moving across the state n loading all this weight u got to be trained keep the look out for them county Jakes cuz they will lock u n put u away 

Keegan told me write 44 rhymes 
Came back n did that shit 40 more times 
Swear to god he was looking mortified 
Goin so crazy w this rap shit, I'm border line 
1760 harbour ln drive 
Before I left had to peep thru the blinds 
Make sure kin follow me from behind 
Covering my plates when I ride

Ke:
*hook*
-Verse-
Man it’s hard to even keep up with this cherokee
When half these other fuckers on the mic just be repeating like a parakeet
They be pulling up like they was ever really there with me
Like where was you when i was puffing weed right on the side the street
The plug had pulled right up on his bike and must felt bad for me,
A hero to the lost and all the casualties
When I’d Made my little home right by the Kerosene
I swear to you it’s cold up in the darkness
Aineen trippin but i heard all of the monsters
Hard to sleep when you had known that there’d be robbers
And all i got was just my toes and the clothes on me
Where u at when i was scolded by the others
I tried to call and plead my homelessness for foster
Saying crazy just dismissing all the real substantial problems
Won’t address it won’t look back and really own what lead to autumn
Even when Id been in the same zone that lead me always, you had never cared to check if what been flowed was even awesome
Just because the people round you never chose to stand with martyrs, I ain’t saying that I’m really that comparable apostles,
But I swear I met a man within a man few times before I startled.

bugs…

Bugs ft. Pmill (prod. 3am)

~Doodle Lyrics~

Ke:
*hook*
yeah we doodle, Canoodle, with girl poodles and move it because we studious,
Waiting on the day that shit gone blow like it’s Vesuvius 
Walking like some mummys in pompeii
Don’t you catch none the homies on the wrong day

Pmill:
-verse-
This beat feel like pink panther 
Used to be a credit card scammer  
It got too hot so I switched it to Danny fannom 
Point my red scanner at any random 
That acting like he part of the fandom, but then he go throw a tantrum 
Yu Kno we had to scam him 
Taking everything out the pantry 
That's what he gets for acting like perter pan a lil pansy  
Fuck bout the dead, Billy and Mandy 
Got me a dandy keeping handy 
One wrong step, pulling a hammy 
Hope it don't jammy 
Okay I'm have to keep it forward 
This girl trying me imma have to forker 
She wetter gon need a snorkel 
Ian even worried bout my performance 
Before hand I'm pulling out don't need a storka 
I'm ballin don't need no shorts 
I hopped right off of the porch 
Built it brick by brick jus like a fort 
Yu talk shit on it then everything getting torched 
She like my dick, try to spike my shit, right then I knew that's when the heights wasn't it 
Unless I'm getting money in it 
Nun other then that  
Get the ball back like I'm Ray Mack 
Aaron Donald get a straight sack 
Throwing haymakers they want they pay back    
Explosive, then getting laid back 
Got faster hands then the wayco 
Promise Yu don't wanna fade bro 
Put w ya head w a halo  or on a payroll 
Do not care who I offend breaking rules I eat the pussy like playdo  
Leave it busted open like a potato 
Sending shots like I'm Django. 

Ke:
*hook*

-Verse-
Its mr catch me if u can
Got 150 tracks
Past a thousand hit the fan

They telling me they wanna rap
You better do it cause you care
All that time been putting in
All you got is how its spent

Whatchu in it for?
Ive heard bout slamming screan doors
Showed a dork some my nerd shit
Even he ain’t fuck with flows talking bout some other earth shit
But i rehearsed it, laid my verses, trusting journey that somehow it served a purpose
Feeling like i just invented surfing
Why don’t you get up off the surface
Even when im dead wont catch my ass below the dirt
I hope they’ve burned it
Neighbors crying like i think i went to church
With mister Wordsworth, we cursed him,
Prolly cause i ain’t ever spitting bout no being perfect, that ain’t my burping

*hook*

-Back to back-
K:
It ain’t so glamorous my man
Getting hammered with amateurs and rambling
P:
N we making tracks like a sandwich 
K:
Back to back on a bama chick
P:
Don't know if she can handle it we paying for the damages 
K:
Ain’t ashamed of my manners
When im cramming her Mandible
When she want it i hand to her
Knows how my man be expandable
P:
She don't mind the intangibles 
The damzle, knows I'm handsome 
She eat me up like a cannibal 
Shorty blow me like candle 
K:
I hold her hand when we dancing
Take a glance at the cameltoe
The enchantress of cancer
P:
Unbotton her pants then she on the go 
She got moves love the way that her bottom go 
K:
Dominoes be falling like jeronimo
P:
Me n bro we calling out the audible
K:
Yea we talk but its a lot of show
Wheres waldo, can you spot the dough?
P:
In the parking lot lil bro 
Been doin this shi since a tot, trapping out  cotton eyed joe

*hook*

Doodle ft. Pmill (prod. Gato Beats)

~Seeds Lyrics~
Ke:
Soon as im talkin
My bitchll be coming
I take it from nothing 
And turn it to something

Im breaking the lock and im coming in gunning
They trying to stop it, nobody could stomach
The weight of the monster the beat i been drumming
I feed her the lobster, she geeking in public
He don’t know none it
I feel like i preach to the puppets
The demons the dummys
They prayed that the evil becometh

Bitch watch how a seed becomes sustenence

We plant us enough they gon snatch off the trees like its money
Blood and the shit in the grass just blend with the muddy
Seen when it finished they dont know what it took to grow up it,
They blow thru the stash like its nothing
Roll it up pass it and puff it
How you gon dash to the muppets?
Some angels be coming in scary af
Cant hold my feet to the flame i become it

Pmill:

A legend done summoned 

Can't help what Im becoming 

Shout-out to Wayne, I'm wearing my truck fit 

While I break on the counter I'm rolling my Russian 

The greatest in Knox, end of discussion. 

Remember them days the water wasn't running 

Thinking bout M.I.A. going down Dutchman 

Show me my opponent, I'll show you my muscle 

Trying to get rich off the freedom and hustle 

Paving a way off the faith of seed of a mustard 

I tried to give love, but they cold as a Custer 

Ran with the ball like an NFL rusher 

Then I'm back cooking the pies with a cookie cutter 

Reminisce them times with my dad cooking butter 

Now I sapio sexually fuck her mind like I'm usher

Then I got in her throat like a boa constructer (x2) 

Fucking ya bitch real late, and we watching Nick at night 

Yeah like a theif in the night 

Smoothly take ya shit, like Annie are you alright ? 

Fuck I look like a goofy going live ? 

I ain't going like that, won't end up how I'm dying 

I know they looking at the bag I'm supplying 

Gotta pay up a fee if you wanna try it 

Bad bitch with me she a ruff in the diamond

Swear I wrote Midas without even trying 

Hop on a track I cook it and fry it 

They like it they feel it they recite it 


Ke:
Bitches been asking where I reside at
Know they resent me since I’m indicted
Pmill:
(They want me out the game but I'm inside it)

Seeds ft. Pmill (prod. yugo4x)

~Petty Lyrics~

Pmill:
*hook*
You say the same thing, have my back and go another way. 

No friend of mine will wait and pray on my pain. 

I'm tired of petty things, spread my wings and fly away.

I trusted you, now I guess this is the price that I pay. 

Verse:
Walking around the city smelling animosity.
Feel they think about crossing me.
Careful about who really locked with me.
Sometimes by myself, practice my monogamy. 
Tell them get the fuck up off of me 
Why they want a lot of me ? 
Cause I just won the lottery 
Chilling with these snakes, might cause a casualty. 
Just a rich little bastard please. 
No limit, call me master P 
Who can you trust with ya love ? 
Who can you trust with them drugs ? 
Only friend I got is the plug. 
Had my back when I ain't have no dubs 
Ever since I been down with them thugs. 
Swear I don't fuck with no one 
Yeah I'm really my momma's son 
My phone going on a dry run 
Been a min since mine rung 
Kicking shit in tai lung 
Greatest shit in my lungs 

*hook*

Ke:
-bridge-
I remember what u said to me,
Long before u set me free

Id sit in my room while i waited on u
Those days met their doom
I ain’t playing your fool

-Verse-
They want me locked up
Want me knocked out
Pinned down
Stretched out
All because I had my head found
In the background
Man it’s like the bitch been bed bound
Ever since she lost was simply cant be found
Stuck in memories reliving dead ground
Ghost running round 
Never hurt you
Never hurt you
Put the fear of God in a bitch just from big words
Reminisce in the bliss what u miss
While the bitch stuck with squid ward

Live this life at a height
Just to see it gotta leave earth
Why i put me first

*hook*
-bridge-

Petty ft. Pmill (prod. ushi san)

~Grease Lyrics~

Pmill:
*hook:
I shouldn't let Yu cry (x2) 

I would too, but I'm high (x2) 

There's jus no time to compromise (x2)

Ig Yu chose the wrong side (x2) 

Ke:

Sentimental i just sent a letter to someone who ain’t coming back
Sitting down and having Dinner with sinners Like im miller mac
Riffing til the end of the sentence, then its on a track
Yea im grinning spinning im penning, and im still relaxed
Chilling off a pill and some liquor, might have a heart attack
Met another villian with rythym, ain’t even gotta rap

Grease goblin im hobblin until i gotta dash
Bitch is sobbing im hopping around how she aint got an ass
Stay the talk of the party if I aint coming in
Whoever let these cops in the office they never coming back

Impotence im innocent of wickedness
Derivative to pigeon of the witnesses
Insensitive with wisdom and extensive bliss
The mission was indicative to finished with
Criminal intent was forbidden upon my christening
Tribulant incisions to rhythms that just ain’t finished yet 
Got them tempted to inflict a civilian, with disability checks

Pmill:

*Hook*

Crown apple berry jack, I'm tryna get sum liquor 

Where the fairies at, tryna taste sum that elixir 

Don't care where I'm at, dont need no mixer 

I'm jus tryna pound ya bitch like she the I in Pixar 

Flexing on the gram, don't even gotta try my pics hard 

Shopping at the Sam's, and I got a big yard 

Goblins bust open ya clam, look like a broken guitar 

Throw em out like Brett Farve 

I'm smoking on ya top 5 

Ian talking bout no Popeye 

I'm jus talking rappin archives 

Fully invested ain't no part time 

Been thru all the hard times, now it's hard rhymes, spending car fines, it's alright fine life's a tight rope and I'm a tight line 

Need sum hype dope, tryna find the right kind

Grease ft. Pmill (prod. Xavien)

Moans & Groans ft. Pmill (prod. p90)

Monsters Inc. (prod. Stargrave)

Neuroplacticity (prod. blueboy)

Tokin’ Tolkein (prod. txmmy)

SoS (prod. blueboy)

Wind v1 (prod. Lexf)

Accuser (Prod. RasHop)

Tiana (prod. Stargrave)

Nirvana (prod. dioatbeats)

Deaf (prod. RamaLow)

Pronounced, “Keen Eye”
IG: keeg.knight SC: KeeganAyres
keeganknight.mp3@gmail.com

Vault of Expressions

The presented works are all products of imagination. Aside from the existence of Christ, my words are fictional and symbolic to characters that do not exist as individuals. Anything resembling real events is metaphorical or coincidental to the liking of my present state, many times fears. I desire to write more of joyous things, but much of my fascination with sound comes from sorrow.

Any producer whose beat was used uncredited message me for title adjustment. Some old memos are unorganized. I apologize.

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