produced by @nvstybeast & @ultrararesabra

"apathetic episodes"

[Verse 1]
Life is kinder shit
I guess it kinder is
They tell you who you are, before you even is
Live a whole life until you reduced to were
I ain't even meeting people, there isn't no her
I think my art is hurting
I am not growing
Fuck a metaphor the truth is where it’s all stowing
A limbo in your limbs, could be the way of curtains
I don't need direction
I need out of these four walls
Feel a little normal, say how I think
Without a fucking pause
But I am the cause
I am always the cause
Black and grey
Nothing pops
Dull shades
In a box
Her eyes fluttered
But only in my mind, she ain't real
Don't forget it
You ain't worth shit
And you're always indebted 
You could never beat me
I'm in your thoughts when you shed it
No escaping
I am you
I am now
You are not
Wind blowing think the hardest thing knowing
When the wins is, stowing
So the losses keep tolling
And my guts leap rolling
Down the street, in my colon
Take a shriek, if you stolen, em
Everybody holding hands
Do a little fucking dance
Become a millionaire
Become a millionaire
Fuck that, fuck that
x2

[Outro]

Losses keep tolling
Street if you
Take a shriek if you stolen em
Everybody holding hands

I don't see colour
I don't feel nothing
I am all gone
Hate the way I walk
Way I see, way I breathe
I'm naked
Everybody can tell
I'm fucked up
Nobody stickin' by a sinking ship and
I can't yell
I'm lucked out
Y'all hang with (f_____)
"Plight of the self"

#2SIDES

LUCY (Prod. Nvsty Beast & ULTRA RARE SABRA)

produced by @nish

"speakers be blowin' it be givin' me head"

[Verse]
Miscast motherfuckers yeah I don’t know
Wits about me, why the fuck I tryna blow?
I’d slide off like B.O, B.
Swallow globe you a fucking hoe
Persona non grata
I fuck on your mother
And suave it like Carter
Don’t 'z on the Lil when Biggie departer, starter
This will be how it always is
Keep to myself like that my biz
Labelled quiet like I went and sung that shit
Lie the choir when she roll, roll back on the spliff, huh?1111111
I’ll get bread, dead fuck what you said
I am so fucking fly I am, over crescents
You, is the peasants, and
We is the miscast
Ultra weird presence
Really a present, watch out
Cower for your final hours like I do1
This is just a mask like a movie shoot
Nothing to prove, lose, just to groove
9-5 got a man dead
I don’t feel a fucking live
I’m flying a kite in the greyest of skies
I’m buying a plight in the strayest of lies
Disgusting, this must be
A death in my eyes
Shots spout
Talking obsessive
And out, out in the head is
Just disses and letters
Of what I just meant is
Be hatred and mentions
Fuck all the mansions
And fuck all you dancing
I fall in the canyons
This is the fuck rant and
A fuck you of anthem
Stamp em; stomp
Shots spout
Talking obsessive

MISCAST (Prod. Nish)

produced by @derrickpannther

"posterus // future"

[Intro]
While the Rose stands facing tall in facade
Its roots fall rotten

[Verse 1]
For the future, it’s a big wound
Like my suture, I could shoot yuh	 
Stress it all out
Can I do it?
Who to prove it?
I’da lose it
For the loser, lookin’ neuter
Mr. Scott talkin’ all like a dooder
Future humour, future rumour
Constant state of a mind losing fewer
For the lesser, posterus the depressor
All looking a stressor
But, don’t be long, I’ll be gone, fast dresser
Nonetheless, her
On the state bless her
It’s incessant, I stress her
For the crescent, never ‘fesser
That’s con, like a don, till my mind state
Scattered always, through hallways
Walk it down, walk it down, on your days
I lay locked in a light like all haze
But not always
But in all ways
It’s not, oh-k
But it’s call, say
I need some, help
Tie that shit from a welt
‘Till the belt, drip drop
On the self
I don’t care what you sell
I need it

[Verse 2]
Drop it in my fucking bag
Walk to the edge
Jump off the back
Live it’s like dead
Ye this just an act
and I’m jumpin’ off the track
And I’m really fuckin’ happy
That’s the word to be exact
Lost as fuck on my Mr. Brown sick shit
Jumpin' ocean, candy flip it
I need commotion, tick open
Or a potion, fuck the motion
No more hearing, no more peering
Fuck y'all fuck y'all till he leering
I got my K.A.A.N. on, wear a noose as a necklace
Could you pardon? 
Till I'm neckless
Now I'm headless, I jump off
Sabotage the rocket
Start it, stop it
I need some fucking caution
Putting off a coffin
Till I pull the cord and

[Outro]

'POSTER (Prod. Derrick Pannther)

produced by @mattdeguia

"safe travels; larry fisherman"

[Verse 1: Kye Ultra]
I step away from the sides
I open up my heart, and look into the skies
No fantasise demise
I’m loving in this moment
When I crawl upon your eyes
Fuck it all though
Anxiety, depression
It’s a lesson when you fighting thee
Let it go
Love yourself
It be so hard to be writing this
I struggle to believe it
And I cannot be the light of this
I know my life is bleedin’ out
Let it go
There’s nothing out below
Fall

[Verse 2: Racella]
Baby take it slow
There’s nothing for you
Below
Oh
Baby take it slow
Cause we just never know
How the story goes
So baby take your time
From this height
Enjoy every moment
In the light
If you let it go
Things will start to grow
So look up baby
There’s nothing for you
Below

BELOW (Prod. mattdeguia)

produced by @tylerthecreator

"aka claudia kincaid"

[Verse 1]
Playing hard to get will get you motherfuckin’ got
I’m trying not to care, but bitch you so hot
My mind revolve around you, but I will not fall
But, then I start to crawl
Between you and music I don’t even think at all
The prod told me triple zero what I call
To find you
Goddess play hide and seek
She know her damn power got a man going weak
But it’s been fucking years
And, I cannot even speak
Why you string a mouse along for the cheese?
Wouldn’t even get a picture or somethin’ at least
The other day I heard and felt nothing
My mind finally gave me peace
But it came crashing down
When I saw you ‘cross the street
And you gazed upon my seek
Not enough, somebody call the fuckin’ Gods to come top me up
Cause nothing is stopping us
I got too much love
I fucking hate what I’ve become

[Outro]
Sittin’ on my ass all day
Writing words that you’ll never hear, that’s always
I’m fucked up, that’s all ways
Remember glances as it trickle down the hallways, fuck
Coulda been, but
I said nothing
As fucking usual, uh
Why you got such a fucking hold on me?
I could never tell, you
Hold, up
Hold, up
Hold, up
Straitjacket hold, hold

WONDER (Prod. Tyler, the Creator)

produced by @verzache

"dreaming dragons"

[Intro]

[Verse]
Falling now, head first and this is
Brush don’t know what the canvas is
No landing this
Hijacked now I’m a dead man switch
I’m spreading shit, I’m
All lone, no dial now
And I got on the mic, blow
Blow it if you bound
I ain’t ever hear her sound
Cancerous, don’t answer this
I’m spreading shit I’m
Landing bitch, a dead man switch
I’m handling, sign
Repeat myself
‘Till my mind go and yell
Till the time so it tell
That’s it up and I, well
I am just-just-just; solo
I cannot go and handle this
Alone all the time on the canvases
I’m scamming this, I’m getting high
I’m scandalous, I stamp and shit, I
Address my issues
Post on your magazine
Clip self if you had to be -- "B."
What is Sonder? I wonder
Wander

SOLUDE (Prod. Verzache)

produced by @falseego

"pamela: part 1"

[Hook]
I don’t really understand you
We are the lone man vandals
Both sides of that candle
On my fucking Van Gogh
You ain’t hear that shit go

[Verse]
I don’t wanna set this precedent
Ego think you heaven sent
We go round on the merry set
That’s too bright, you ain’t see the vision
So I got the stake, on this fairy bet
Like making it, so I know I’m living
Words flow so I know I’m gifted 
Lower inhibitions, but I be not drinking
Like, the mouth of the bed of the river
Follow these lines
The make of the slither
Check the barcode
Televised on that revolution
But we broadcast to every home
Know that they poor and helpless
But yes, you can get at this loan
I’m all alone, bankrupt but wealthy
Poisoned but healthy
Selfless and selfish
I can not help this
Check/cheque the timezone
I’d give it all up for all of her
But she can’t see till I’m on, like
Jumbotron, new devil’s dress
Of the morn, disheveled mess
I been a-tested and never lesser
I’m too/two tired and I got arrested
Snuff my life out but it’s blessed
I’m all gone, you ain’t got the message yet

[Bridge]
Those lotto tickets not the answer
But they got that shit for granny cancer
Deliberate, cull on the dancer
That's the world we living in
Go and take a chance up

[Hook]
I don’t really understand you
We are the lone man vandals
Both sides of that candle
On my fucking Van Gogh
You ain’t hear that shit go
x2

ULTRA (Prod. False Ego)

produced by @camobi

"charles foster kane"

[Intro]
"Rosebud"

[Refrain]
Oh
It’s back
For you!	

[Verse 1]
Back like I never left but I ain’t even started
Pull apart at, the starving artist
Working the hardest
The harvest, grant the vision
‘Till death is parted
Try and ban the mission
But I’m on it like a carton
The words hit quick precise and on the target
Then I got a whole nation on the rise like I’m marchin’, now
They wonder how he stringin’ and flippin’ the syllables
You got swimming pools, I got winning tools
For killing fools, mules, and one side duels
Ain't no telling what I do, when I drop duals
Wallflower, turning Butterfly
I'm talking to the whole world but it's you and I
Old girl blowing John’s, melt it like the wick wack
Run by your organs, church singers get that
I disappeared, off the face of the earth
But I'm back motherfuckers and it's going berzerk
Rosebud; reborn

[Refrain]
Oh
It’s back
For you!	
x2

KYE ULTRA

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