nov 2023

perpetual waiting room

666 dopeman (ft. brad)

well adjusted (ft. brad)

"my friend named eric, he had a ferret, 
he used to live in lynnewood,
me and him were selling cocaine,
I was dating a girl named Cookie, 
and I needed to get some beer,
we went out to ocean view,
for this lady to buy me beer"

absolute bars bradley thank you

brad's freestyle (ft. brad)

toys in the attic

brad's mixtape

crowd killer - freestyle

lyrics 


"there is a steady flow into san francisco hospitals of young people who have freaked out, and been picked up by the authorities in a state of desperate terror"

"where am i? where are you taking me? where are my friends? do my friends know i'm here? where am i?"

I think that I'm insane, but I can't tell,
I know I see the world in shades of grayscale,
I know I keep a heart that's cold and hard as fuckin chainmail,
don't know what to do, it's bad news in my braincells,

more precipitation, morbid and I'm anxious,
fall in love with me and get fucked for participation,
I'm bong adjacent, while rocking rotten statements,
fuck it, on the topic y'all, let's change the conversation,

to ill communication, bashing people's faces,
walk into the place, and shake the foundation,
you'd better pound laces now, with frowned faces,
the bassist hypnotize you with sound matrix,

who came to make a coat out your flesh like dalmatians,
don't think I'll fucking choke your neck? yo I'll break it,
the whole plane shift, and fall out of the sky,
and I'm all anxious cause I couldn't wait to die,

when I pull up to the bank with a sore throat from laughing,
I'm yelling "oh, my aching lungs!", and start rapping,
put the money in the bag, it's my favorite transaction,
your motherfuckin wack shit will only get you bashed in,

with no compassion, when we smoking that shit,
fuck around with the child, get your fucking ass kicked,


(chorus)
yeah fool, you could say it's an earful,
"beware, do not touch mic, be careful?",
yeah fool, you could say it's an earful,
beware, do not touch mic, be careful!

are you weird? are you wild?
are you there? are you high?
are you scared that you'll die?
check all that apply,

when i fall from the sky, and i crash to the ground,
then the fallen angel rise with a "splat!" for the sound,
i been mad for a while, since the cap and the gown,
with hash in the piles while i pass it around,

while i'm passing em out, little pieces of bradley,
the mad little clown, and she keeps laughing at me,
i'm speaking in madlibs, freak with an accent,
"can't understand what he said but the rap's sick",

keep catching backflips, burned by my passions,
i'm on the side of shooters, that's my word to the masses,
i work with the madness, and lurk in the blackness,
i bet your own personal worst is my average,

i burst into classes, with burstfire rapids,
and magazines packed full of hollow points blasting,
or rooting through your cabinets for little blister packages,
i seizure in the bathroom and then get back to rapping it,

attacking like the basilik, can't hack it with a hatchet bitch,
i get it crackin when i'm crackin then i'm crashing like the kraken, and

from the 207 to the 720, letting you know,
no way i'm ever letting you go,
i'm relative close, i'll follow you wherever you go,
until i'm dead and embalmed and my skeleton's soaked,

i'm a problem, hated playing possum, anyway,
i'm smoking like a rasta, and float and fucking levitate,
flowing at propeller pace, while i medicate,
from whatever cake i was keeping in the cellotape,

yeah fool, you could say it's an earful,
"beware, do not touch mic, be careful?"
yeah fool! you could say it's an earful,
beware, do not touch mic, be careful!

bradley up the block, you hear the music? it was bumpin,
the type you have to talk out of suicide when you dump him,
beat you to the punch, boom, do it after lunging,
break into your house and raw fuck you and your husband,
i wish you faking haters spontaneous combustion,
he get them gators on a brain is getting mushed in,
trust him, i bust sick with dust flicks

"do you like LSD?"
"yes"
"and why?"
"well, it makes everything a little unreal, you know? and hallucinations project from my mind"
"you're controlling everything"
"yes. im controlling what the scenery looks like around me"

spontaneous combustion

lyrics
(original version - https://brad666.bandcamp.com/track/still-remix-ready-or-not-freestyle-unmixed)


ready or not, I rock steady and I'm heady with pot,
and drop deadly,
that's why all my competitors stopped,
I'm more heavy than mark henry, steady your shot,
I rock anti-commercial on millennium pop, and curse you,

who said to drop fed you plenty of crock,
your drivel and slip is sowing a ridiculous crop,
with it or not, dribbling snot, hitting the rock,
when I get on, my demons told me "rip em to fuck",

chicks in the trunk screaming "brad's back,"
"somebody please, let me out this hatchback,"
"it's a hundred degrees", don't look at me,
I stack racks no matter the screams, and snack on apple bottom cracker chicks like adam and eve,

gather the cream, release a skull shattering scream,
brad would trick out mary magdalene for baggies of weed,
adamantly, how can it be?,
as mad he seems?, crack in his stream have him thinking all miraculously

ready or not - freestyle - (soundcloud version)

lyrics


baby, stand up before you get your man jumped,
by the schizophrenic, I think I need a handler,
if your chicken can't cluck, get the fuck out the barnyard,
pissin' ass drunk, have a punk in an armbar,

get your mom stomped, like it's just a fun romp,
when the drums pop, it's more akin to punk rock,
little pussy bloodcot, who the fuck stop bradley?
I'm in the drug spot with the nugs, rock, acid,

get you stunlocked, I conduct raw passion,
pass the blunt, dropped it,
dust it off, ash it,



grab the mic like "son, how you set this thing to stun?",
I got tons of punks to plunder, plus I'm fuckin on the run,
because I bust it like a blunderbuss and snuff em when I'm done,
cause I'm the fuckin devil's son, I never rest until it's blood,

the rest, I kill for fun, cause I'm depressive, ill, and numb,
and if you questioning the funk, I'll have to let you in the trunk quick,
nothing you should fuck with, indelible steez,
here to preface your pathetic defeat, know what I mean?

tear the flesh from your skeleton, clean, and pick teeth,
with your bones, all with relative ease, it's just me,
I'm disgusting, do it all for nothing, drug fiend,
I'm combusting, huh, must mean something,

I bust clean like husk jeans with cut knees,
and conduct scenes, from my freaky fuckin drug dreams,
you can trust me, to be ugly and unclean,
you can snuff me, it wouldn't mean no nothing,


got my whole life ahead of me,
a whole vial of ketamine,
smoke until I'm broke, until I die accidentally,

they lie, misdirecting me,
should die in a centipede,
I'll never give them anything but rectal hysterectomies,

I build it architecturally,
I kill it nonconsensually,
I'm pillaging your village cause I'm villainous and everything,

I'm really into lechery, I kick it intellectually,
I'm rainman on the mic, but in real life it's like he's special needs,

gangsta, pranked ya, fucking merry prankster,
laughing to the bank and thinking maybe he should thank ya,
stab it like I shanked ya, bag it like an eight ball,
mad congratulations cause brad is fucking great y'all,

acting like I hate ya? no, I really hate y'all,
badly fuck your face up, and then report to HR,
I'll get this whore to shake butt like a fucking snake charm,
smoking on some laced blunts really fuck his face up,

and you're gonna pay whatever the fuck I say,
cause when bradley get the breaks, fans will really fuck the place up

"don't fall out on me, man"

"hm?"

"don't fall the fuck out"

"are you still here?"

"alright, stay."

"hey! hold him up!"

"brad!"

"you alright, bub?"

"keep him awake"

"hey! brad, look at me"

"let me know you're alright"

"he's just really fucked up..."




how you set this thing to stun??? - freestyle

on me sped up

reas13-250524-1
Alone sometime and playing someting to cheere me up.
On a moment I was weak and vulnerable she came in my life
It wasn’t my goal to fall in love with her
It wasn’t my goal to missing her voice, her laughter her steps
But then I thought, love can’t be wrong at all 
And certainly not hurting someone who doesn’t know
Because when she’s unhappy and cries, it’s like a knife in my heart
And for a smile of her I want to die

Can I Be Vulnerable Sometimes?

Please give this song a listen you might like it 💕

In TOKYO

1st snippet >.<

moody, dreamy, lofi hiphop, ambient, and dub

songs, beats, loops, whatever i feel like.

brad's freestyle (ft. brad)

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