some beats i  produced for Kyle The Rapper.

happens to be some of my favourite work.

Collabortive efforts

produced by https://soundcloud.com/atari-teenage-dystopia

diamond ear and immune to fear, i roll loads more roads than 
the ancient rome, get home, al getit al clean in a minute, geez a bit, fuck am just in, get thin please, the chicks willny take the dick, with ease, not with these, we shud hug the tree's, n get all lively n stand up tall, and by come fall we could own it all, but nah, don't think for a minute that av turned ma back, yi just, gota get in it to stab it in the back, so please, keep faith theres a light in me, reflect it, bring up yer vein, inject it. the second hand men are well shit, am not involved al rock it n stomp them all, i am the one with the sight all is embraced, i run more cliques than husain bolt runs races, i debate the fates of, the souls unplugged sniffin secret places. 
to gain hate is wreckless, but moves are made for the sake of vengence, cos pride takes stride in iss present tide, dnt hate the player the moon, the dark side. my lifes a bikeride. mr hoffman knows wt am talkin. jokin smokers lungs are coughin, the walrus will call the common, 
n paul is alive n talkin, 
the beatles, get creepy wi people, will shepard the sheeple, 
sargents peppers the sequel, on toppa the steeple, 
so take these steps 
n place these bets 
erode regrets 
behold 3 threats, 
am old, please, lets, 
get hold of the shadow dome n make silhouettes 
yi get anymore ket? 
this grooove that am feelin a dnt wantit ae end yet. 
the present is unkept, ahead of the sunet, the men are so dumb but the burds run the sun jets. 

yo, am on top of it, flows ther no stoppin it, 
roll it, vote solomon, hoes is gold proper it's, 
dope sodomy, wrote the show properly, 
holdin goats ontae me, tokin dope, honestly? 
yi little fuck am eyein up the writtens, a hold cold below am emitten the 7, 
a git ripped, giving, eleven star back to zeus, am doctor seuss, 
get loose wi russian high grade n juice, 

it's a brave new world, orwellian aliens alll 
insane in the brain but theyr winnin it, 
n al save u toruble, am pennin the game with 
live coverage, aim to take some of it, 
n it takes brain muscle, intellegence recognise, 
the levels am takin you to, supple, 
as the days grow muffled, remember to seperate, 
the part that is most least lovable,

worm66 track13: Utopian Epitaph

produced by https://soundcloud.com/atari-teenage-dystopia

two four eight most hate gate locked kate moss faith lost train run late no wait stop brain not on songs ready to go but lacking the flow it's like the pens going itself, i ghostwrite, yo, the most right and most tight voice in the game, insane in the brain, but the lame host the sane show, an angel, shows the gaurdian feather i remember the levels that they've put me on in charge of the weather, whatever, it's a long shot, fuck, a potluck, i'm not stuck anymore, greased the hinge of the door that before i couldn't get through, i met you, and you met me, and well? you see, i came with ease, and grease is the word, the seasons will turn, the easy people still waiting there turn for taking the burn, drum roll skull fuck ho's yes yo act two go ready to tear it i've made it the shaman amazing. i take deep breaths and swim lengths, and get up again, the journey is early the destination depends on you but you depend on me, a sticky situation you see? Such is duality, a black white whack wife "put that knife down! you've scared the kids!!" I'm taking hits. Albanians czech ukranian hit lists, i'm pissed with a sick click of misfits. So bust clouds, real fucking profound, the source of electro magnetical sounds, reptilian blood let me fill you in, we're living in birdcages cities man, you feel trapped and your only alabi is one level down and he's punching thinner fries, don't want to sound like a fucking sinner guy but drop the cause, it's a fucking million lies. to better the weather you better yourself, i fucking emptied my letter and emptied my shelf, i hold dark laws cause the truths a tragedy, i've been to the top, the cunts werent having me. a quick fix is innocent, it's cute, but you don't fuck about when your fucking willing to shoot. yo, grab the cunt, there he is there, we're gonna shout if your not willing to here. the fix isnt a dream, it's a discipline, i'm sick to the seems, puff the medicine, to maketh the cream is to polish the steeple and even your silly people are part of the silly sheeple, yeah your homies and your big brother too, it's a higher level of truth that i'm asking of you, yo get rid of the fuse, you got to take it steady, you might be raring but the planet earth isn't ready.

worm66 track9: King Of The Road

produced by https://soundcloud.com/atari-teenage-dystopia

I've got nothing to say here, but lend me your ears and i'll delude your fear with dribble, the bounce of the words is what counts you fickle little son of a cunt, see your birth? it hurt and the month you came is when the stars were in the same place as they've ever been, it's the globe that spins. 
Getting all wriled to win, you've got the same freudian complex that we all have from your wee mummy patting your back, repeat after me you untestable nutsack; you are not special, you are not beautiful nor a unique snowflake, your fake, your the same decaying organic matter as everything else; i am Jacks ill flow full pelt. 
it's funny all of a sudden how every adolescent reckons that the world has beckoned there shite amateur shots at getting all hot on the topic, like, why am 'I,' even rapping man? I'm white and scottish! but to create faith is to create fate, but know that it's nothing but a mind delusion that is in no way less real than the quantam illusion; we are but bullshit and truth in fusion. 

wrote rolls and rolls of explosive dope shit, stoked, poking ho's throwing hocus pocus, fuck my remorse i deny the anguish, talk higher forms of the english language x2 

sixteen year old bitch, i'm a superstar, look at me getting all more mashed than you are. 
invincible i've got the shield of stubborn i am the techno re-birth of Rabbi Burns, yeah, conviction is in confliction with observation but from the same tounge i think what i've sungs a contradiction, euh, what have i done? have i got it all wrong? 
6 valium the problems gone. 
self medicating, meditating, love hating, rough playing, i crossed the gate and met Satan, he's very polite but he's getting quite impatient, he's misunderstood like i had him debating about, the overlooking of paths once forsaken but, that's for another fucking song WHERE'S THE WHISKY?! 
i rhyme tight and that's final dickface.

worm66 track5: Super Star Miami-Steve

produced by https://soundcloud.com/atari-teenage-dystopia

enter the matrix 
the crows are the sign that you've plugged in and faced the basics 
avoid the thought police 
keep secret the dreams you intend to lace in the raw peice 
you need not communicate with language 
the people working on the steeple level are sandwiched in silence 
debate rates like pirates 
create weight, your estate waits for tyrants. 
unplug when you can, but understand, the man demands a cash in hand agreed settlement, 
you can't appease the greek metal bit; nymph, sylph, genie; believe me; reap equity. 
summon the 3 and best yee flee, the most high trinity is in ya, 
so pull out the finger. take your time and linger 
but play the babylon game bitch, it's nature. 
to defeat it yo is not to escape it, but, welcome the block and carve shards of abstract mad facts. 
and racks stacks of fat cash; "what shall we do with the big grey poo?!" its you!! 
the age of aquarious is darkness, it's pockets of light under the ground with hardness 
i'm speaking to you now through a cup and a string, 
i've dived back into the dense, i'm in it to win, 
my yellow periscope observes the machine, 
come on in and join it's a fuckin pretty submarine 
hooked up to wormholes 
a million tubes 
we time travel to the start meet the druids with hoods. 
it's obscure, sure! but when your in it there is no denying that you ain't got the winning ticket. 
sons of the dark we're waiting patient 
met the gaffer and then we met satan 

yin yang, i sling slang, the big bang, 
got no tan, i stick slags in bin bags, 
the masked man with 6 cans, come in dance, 
to mad raps and sick tracks and big bands, 
i'm keeping it up, to open the people 
cause the people's only responsive to the confident evil, 
and so i got to participate in the sin to save ya, 
i'm dying on the cross while i masturbate, yeah.

worm66 track2: Show Me

Beat by Kamikazee Deadboy 
https://soundcloud.com/atari-teenage-dystopia

Produced By Deadloch of Deadlionbeats.

worm66.bandcamp.com 

Lyrics; 

Once upon a time not long ago, 
There's this girl i know, we're fucking slow, 
And she's sucking, yo, intense in tents yeah i met her at a festival, 
The months did roll, with the v-vibe of this young pretty thing grinding up rocking the boat, 
We'd talk on the phone, un-leavable bone, 
I couldn't leave the pussy alone, 
So she sat on my throne and she got to twitch, 
Such a little thing yo you'd think she's my foster kid, 
Took a monster fist. 

But yeah, it's all jelly and that, couldn't have been a happier man, and such was the plan,
An industrious Ant; saving up for winter when the suns out, leave it at that, 
Thus revealing in hand, the matter of fact that when shit gets all heavily,
Get it right pick steadily, 
Get it wet all slippter,
Feel the breast so heavenly, 
Giving a fuck, and getting it sucked. 

Nice mammary man, touching your hand, 
Love is the plan, look in my eyes, 
See through my disguise.

Nice salary bitch, rubbing the clit,
Your Sucking the dick, look in my eyes,
See through my disguise.

Like a silly nun with the silly one,
Like a silly ho with the billy goat,
Like a silly bitch with a willy itch,
Everyday i'm fucking the bitch, yo. 

Jumped on the bed, the boom boom flicker,
'Go Johnny Go!', the dick grew bigger,
Bust on her face; "That was quick..."
...... I've not got fucking time for this!
So she's out on her arse, the next is in,
Looks like i'm this ones next of kin, a sexican,
That's a sex mexican.......

So one for the flow, the heavenly remedy,
Listen to the beat boom flick steadily,
Making wains with Beverly, 
Getting wrecked with Stephanie. 

Nice mammary man, touching your hand, 
Love is the plan, look in my eyes, 
See through my disguise.

Nice salary bitch, rubbing the clit,
Your Sucking the dick, look in my eyes,
See through my disguise.

Like a silly nun with the silly one,
Like a silly ho with the billy goat,
Like a silly bitch with a willy itch,
Everyday i'm fucking the bitch, yo. 

Met the bestest one, 
Met her at a festival,
Took her in the tents to roll,
Intense in tents a festival.

Kyle The Rapper - Intense In Tents At A Festival

beat by eminem or watever (ammytville off marshall mat hers lp), samples added by kamikazee dead boy, PRODUCED BY DEADLION BEATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! written and rapped  by me, kyle daniel. 
BIG UPS TO CHICAGO CHAP JAKE MCKONNEL ARTIST GAME MEGA FOR THE CONEPT, SRY I CUDNT GET IT IN DONE FOR TIME FOR THE WHOLE FILM DUDE, BIG LOVE STAY CORRESPONDED <3 <3 <@

 I sit up a hill, watch my city go; where'd the pretty go? cause it ends at the foot of the bend of the hill,
people seem still from this distance, but sirens go 'woop,' and smoke clouds blister, yeah, 
whatever happened to the loving and compassion for the land upon your standing and the health and the wealth of the people and live stock; have fools done rituals? 
making these beehives, where money is stacked up like honey for the few, but the rest is serving; buying the muck that's on the boards that's they're pasting up; 
i'm up here not giving a fuck, cos on the grey once lay an earth heaven man, why did it stop??

mankinds all disconnected, risking death for a blissful second, habitual sets in traditional settings; disconnected, the blissful second. 

"CONSUME!" they cry, auh, "bring the delivery!!,"
new mans palette made of fat; so savoury,
addicted to a dopamine clock it keeps ticking'
eyes as glazed as the chicken that he's picking; 
he's a man? nah fuck, he's a stuffed up robot,
drove into frozen stagnation at his own cost,
born with a given silver spoon in his mouth, and as he grows they try pull it away but can't get it out!
there's no tuning around the mans taken, 
owned by a cycle of excess and depression;
a moraless blob, there's no lesson to be learned,
because the vibe that's he's on is the function of the rest of the herd.

mankinds all disconnected, risking death for a blissful second, habitual sets in traditional settings. disconnected the blissful second. 

Kyle The Rapper - Intense In Tents At A Festival

kyle the rapper