16 corolla prod. by ae beats

...It Mutates! 
Part Two: Message Not Delivered

prod. @geo1022
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:  

(Remember way back when? When we were good and everything was fine?)

When we'd message everyday, you know, to truly connect
But I used to duck for cover when you'd shoot me a text
You'd choose a name, safety off, it didn't matter who it said
Gunpowder residue left on your finger after you hit send

On a secure line you madly tapped on all the keys
I was your primary target, you caps locked onto me
Heat seeking, but couldn't bear to take some damage
Send a missile back and you'd deploy a flair for the dramatic

Then you'd leave me on read, appearing online with green dots
Played with friendly fire, hitting allies with screenshots
Declassified sweet talk, they saw what we said
they wouldn't let it slide, I had to army crawl in DM's

I pulled the PIN I always open my phone with
To see you lobbed something my way and hoped it exploded
Just know that type of shrapnel was a hull destroying hit
And the messenger was riddled with a bullet pointed list

Before it all collapsed, who knew a wall of text from you could hurt?
Knew the sentence long before I saw the executioner
I got the block, while that angry mob of desperate nerds
Couldn't wait to see that news/noose, hanging on your every word

…Huh, it formed a powerful stillness
I tried to connect the dots before the bouncing ellipsis
Had eclipsed this feeling with a different one to show me
The message you had sent was just a finger gun emoji


(Although I never sent a text back… I felt phantom vibrations on my thigh, anxious to see your name pop up on that screen)


A haunting ringtone melody that's full of wrong notes
Plays on your ghosting ship, complete with skulls and crossbones
Not just me who can hear all those mutineer's lost souls
Groan as you unlock your phone with a nuclear launch code



Felt like there were skilled marksmen telling me to write a sentence
You were like a drill sergeant yelling at a private message
It left tenants shell shocked as your lightning bolts flanked
With a major upset as you tried to pull rank

You'd treat your cellphone like a Ouija Board
To scream at friends so dead to you, they're ghosts that you've seen before
In treaties of war, you'd insist on the worst deals
It's not a contacts app, it's a list of confirmed kills

It's a mushroom cloud that followed every message you sent with
A violent shockwave that buried several friendships you've ended
I'm in the wrong grave, and there's a fresh hell waiting
Wading in a sea of "read" receipts and spent shell casings

I debated retaliating with a blitz I'd send you later
But I bypassed the timer and I clicked the detonator
I was expecting a response, so I never crossed a finger
And I got three words: "message not delivered"

Message Not Delivered (prod. Garrett.)

@atlas
@miraa on the beat
@joncraps on the mixing and editing

why do i sound like a dude that just needs a hug
why am i so unscrewed why does dude need a lug
i guess that's what happens when you're betrayed by people you love
emotions under the rug
gettin' good at that, gettin' way too good at that 
i just bottle shit up 
like my favorite cognac, yo fuck that
hold me back, mic me up
yo let me flow this wack ass shit i wrote 
and recently, my mental is so iraq
i've trippin' for several seasons
tip-toein' and avoidin' all these lego pieces
metaphorically, of course, but Atlas
tell me where i belong in this almanac
like, my girlfriend fuckin' hates me, my dad doesn't talk to me yo
i've been gettin' lost in like all of the sauce in the bowl but
yo i don't know whats up with that

shits bad but it'll only feel worse 
when your stuck inside focusin' on nothin' but your curses
gotta find a way to break the negativity 
cuz life is fuckin' tough but your tougher you gotta just believe it
shits bad and it'll never hurt less
if you're layin here obsessin over everything your stressin' about 
gotta find a method to break the cycle
gotta find a method to break the cycle, before it eats you alive

why do i plug a message in every song that only you could possibly understand 
and the worst part is you don't listen to them
and i know you already moved on and that's what's killin' me 
actually, it's how you did it so seemlessly yo
you know i dont even feel like an artist anymore
it's like at best im a fuckin' comformist with just my thoughts on record
i think this life is just a type-o
i've been feelin' mad psycho yo you gotta break that cycle phe 
but honestly dawg, i don't think it's even up to me
and if it was, i don't know what i would change
it's just, it fucks with me yo 
and i really wanted to end on a positive note but
but it's gettin hard like when i'm constantly hit with these monsterous blows
it's so monotonous and slow and, shitty
and i truly don't know what's up with that

shits bad but it'll only feel worse 
when your stuck inside focusin' on nothin' but your curses
gotta find a way to break the negativity 
cuz life is fuckin' tough but your tougher you gotta just believe it
shits bad and it'll never hurt less
if you're layin here obsessin over everything your stressin' about 
gotta find a method to break the cycle
gotta find a method to break the cycle, before it eats you alive

break the cycle w/ atlas (prod. miraa)

Written by: Reed Pake & https://soundcloud.com/atlas

Produced by: Rabbit House (https://soundcloud.com/rabbithouse)

Mixing & Cover Art by: Ibrahim (https://soundcloud.com/ibr)

Mastering: Blindsightmix

Sample Credits: Hidamari Sketch OST (10) Shinmiri (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v30L5S3vX1k)

Aimless (ft. atlas) - Single

Spotify/Apple Music

Aimless (feat. atlas) [prod. rabbit house]

Take a trip without the drugs, that's a race to the bottom.

Produced and Mixed by @ibr

Art by me

Lyrics:

Whoever said a plane could solve any problems
I'll spin a hundred thousand miles drinking straight from the bottle
Before I load up on a tin can with wings for the slalom
And a take a trip without the drugs, that's a race to the bottom, yeah
Can you keep a secret code, I got messages with hoes
I ain't talking to my bros, don't bother
Cause they got women of they own, never thought that we'd be grown,
Saw some shoes I didn't own so I bought em
Yeah that's the life that I've been living lately
Centerfolds and kissing babies
Gone a dozen days 'fore they wonder if I'm missing maybe
Been trynna remember what my purpose is, it's getting hazy
I don't wanna feel like I'm alone so I need my lady
And she wanna feel like she's all mine
But I'm probably the worst when not online
So hit me what your subtweets I'll be fine
If I'm running bet it's always towards your mind


Summers like an open door, but I don't wanna walk through it
Got a lotta thoughts in your head, but you don't wanna talk through it


I can't afford no emotional discretion
If i open up my soul don't go firing no weapons
I been running on this coal like the fire was a blessing
But I still burned my feet on the ashes
Patches got the raps, but lately I been singing more
Ever since i met that little maverick, I'm swinging more
Catch me on that high beam, put me on your wide screen,
I forgot to bring the chords
So maybe we can disconnect to reconnect, reconfigure routers
Have an intellect and intersect our thoughts without the power
Like a revolution, recomputing factors i'm a spacious student
Got a lot of room to improve but I space and a lose it
Start an ageless movement, 
Motivate some kids who way too young to try and face the music
Contradicting, selfless, prudent, arrogant,
Bordering on alcoholic, parents went
They separate ways so I don't know what marriage is, 
I wear my flaws

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Race To The Bottom || prod. by ibrahim

Verqoh - Moody All Day (prod. Jrd)

This one has been in the works for a long time, and I'm happy to give it to you all! I hope you enjoy it and please like and share, rp's save lives!
As always, mixed by @halberd-3000 and as mostly art by @chrosky
Produced by @geo_1022 and amazing feature by @kill-bill-on-the-beat

Tonight (x Kill Bill x Garrett)

mr. brightside.

The rocks on the bottom are cold when you first touch. 
Been on ‘em so long, it doesn’t bother me so much. 
I wake up and salvage what I can of my dreams 
before I splash some water onto my mood and have to leave. 
I take a step out, breathe. Sigh to release the pressure.
Physically, I’m present but my eyes keep tryna exit 
out the window. Picture myself anywhere but here. 
Need to turn off autopilot and remember I can steer 
but my floorboards creak. 
I haven’t had a normal conversation in like a week. 
Just “No, I don’t need a bag,” 
and “Thanks for swiping my card,” 
then try to get out as fast as I can 'fore I need to talk. 
Hurry the walk back before my body falls apart. 
Drop down onto my bed like why did I even start. 
As I slip back into slumber, I wonder 
where the why of it's all gone.
I keep coming back ‘cause I've been going so long.

The more I learn, 
the less I feel I know it.
Feelin’ like the less you know, 
the more I feel alright.
But somethin’ ‘bout that voice I hear reminds me 
that it’s only the beginning tonight.

I wanna write a love song but I can’t 
‘cause I can’t be around a girl without apologizing in advance 
for all the mistakes that I haven’t made, 
problems I haven’t caused. 
I self sabotage before I even get a chance to offer 
my hand in yours on a romantic walk through a national park.
I’d give you half of my heart if I wasn’t standing so far,
if I didn’t flash up my guard automatically 
when actually, I’d trade every star in the galaxy 
if it meant that the gravity 
couldn’t grab you and steal you away.
I just wish I had a reason to be feeling this way.
I just wish I had an address to send these letters to. 
‘Stead I fold them into airplanes, 
throw them and hope that they get to you. 
I wanna fall so you can catch me.
Cry into each other’s arms until it passes. 
I wish I could say that I’ll make you happy but I can’t.
I’ll try to figure out how ‘til I get the chance.

The more I learn, 
the less I feel I know it.
Feelin’ like the less you know, 
the more I feel alright.
But somethin’ ‘bout that voice I hear reminds me 
that it’s only the beginning to life.

Tears don’t mean a thing in the pouring rain.
I ain’t got nothin’ to lose. I got it all to gain.

the more i learn [prod. by mr. master]

mix and master: me
prod: @konteks
cover art: @itsbubblegum
youtube: youtu.be/O1vzpz1SfIM

So this song is not about a girl, but about the holy spirit. (ew ryce is religious) I know I know just hear me out. It felt like I didn't write this song, like a higher force did. You guys can relate to the song in anyway you want, this was just my inspiration for it. 
This is one of the few times that I truly had a lot fun writing and recording a song. I hope you guys enjoy this song as much as I did making it. 
(P.S. elias is a nugget)
(P.S. afternoon is a bigger nugget)

yo i suck at fortnite frfr, if you got this low put your username in the comments so we can play, i need dat practice

Spells

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/2T9M6roeu970YldwpQEVQx?si=dOVD2JPhR86jqRR-JTHS-Q

@love-sadkid
@landosmusic
@lilpolearm [did the mix, up next]

art: @sheffdan

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coexist w/ lando! & love-sadkid

prod. @officialbiosphere
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter


Tall tales - short attention span.


Lyrics:
It was a while ago but I used to make origami/
I used to fold washi paper into cranes for a hobby/
I formed their bodies with perfect angles and dog-eared corners/
making everything from Bengal Tigresses to pale Border Collies/

where you could pull their tails to make them flap their wings/
or pinch their necks to make them roar with their complex anatomies/
but that all came crashing down tragically when, well what happened is/
or was, a horrible freak paper cut accident/

so I tried out something different and practiced martial arts a bit/
transformed my legs and arms to armaments, an armistice I forged between my mind and body/
Karate chopping thick slabs of marble to marbles and
blocked a kick with nothing but thinking the thought of “I will block this kick”/

I fought and fought again, I’d always win/
until one day I fought the wrong sensei and somehow lost to him/
and then I figured I could use a new hobby fast/
when I woke in the ICU, mummified inside a full body cast/

so I tried out woodworking, and learned a thing or two/
about building birdhouses and a sanctuary for the endangered with the zoo/ 
and without nails or glue I built some perfect-fit architecture with versatile sandalwood/
that even termites wouldn’t dare to chew/

but the Steel Industry is a much different beast,
their countless inner rings of arsonists don’t like and fear anything built with trees/
so I got into magic with simple tricks/
err, I mean illusions, like how to make a yacht disappear without sinking it/

I put live rounds inside a real gun for every bullet I’d catch/
and I sawed a lower limb, double amputee woman in half/
but when your Transported Man has to trap, clones in tanks to drown/
they’ll take you out, pulled at the drop of a hat with a vanished act, but still, I’m safe and sound!/ 

but rules are rules so I was gone fishin’/
I threw a net and accidentally caught a dolphin pod in it/
I’ve got some FOMO, rowed from coast to coast/
and caught the Lochness Monster without my rod and then caught the Ogopogo with it/

I studied mutated fish in ponds near Chernobyl/
with evidence of Kraken tentacles adorning on our boat’s hull/
we stumbled on a whaling operation, so we thwarted them/
but let’s just say my fishing boat’ll never be seaborne again/

so I got into miming…/
then I tried out a comedy class to practice my - timing/
and I’d showcase new material at sold out shows on the weekend/
then I auditioned for SNL and they let me host for a season/

I popped up on the screen opposite promising Hollywood starlets with Oscar noms/
in romcoms with a record box office streak/
but my private pilot had the last laugh
when I cracked a joke and split his sides, and we were forced to crash land/

so I took the plunge and tried out diving, took a stab at fencing/
gave clay pigeon hunts a shot, and then I tried to tackle wrestling/
tried the chef thing but I let Gordon Ramsay ingest some foreign bodies/
so I’ve been thinking ‘bout getting back into origami/

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The Hobby Swapping Problem (prod. biosphere)

lazy members 

@not_spork
@verqoh
@iamremo
@imwayv
@howlighttt
@user-lofi-specs
@reacquainted
@yhwhh
@bigenderly
@arndndarnd
@plasterpath
@juniordbeats

Verqoh - Moody All Day (prod. Jrd)

the lazy clique