Merry Christmas, Myles!

Love, Aunt Lauren & Aunt Jill
Christmas 2021

MYLES - (laughs)

Jodie Comer Saying "Laura Neal" Until it Sounds Like "Lauren Neal"

www.soundcloud.com/getjacked  www.soundcloud.com/jack-mccrack

Licki's verse:

fuck that motherfuckah fucking his mother, Oedipus Rex
call my plot the candy flower shop (it's in your Rolodex)
bouquets of creamy milk chocolate lips: i got that edible sex
i play Princess Lay-her in da movies: Star Wars special effects

i fuck Nasty fuck white girls and haha fux wit Nicki
if ya man suck and flaccid you can try your luck with Licki:
sickly dirty but dayum that A-classy pussy clean
you wanna scissor the inseam? you can crop my pic out the magazine

put bluntly, fuck your constitution and your leaders
it's a free cuntry: where's restitution for poor pussy eaters?
hunting hungrayy, search "NRgAy" on Wikipedia:
the Hello Kitty law passed and i cannot wait to greet her

i fuck the word fuck, two fucks in a row
then i make fucks fuck each other (no homo though)
i fuck errthing EXCEPT YOU. fuck two heteros.
i fucked the ugly ducks grown up: Black Swan Natalie K.O.ed.

cuz two heteros is just (BOO!) hater hoes 
and i used to make toast with a fuse that explodes
when a few status quos get knee-view and then blow
fuck everythin 'cept men who don't listen to "no's"

i peruse waiter bows in event of a row:
tie the noose round your neck when you abuse me for sex
this the wicked bitch of the best

i fuck over villains -- (CONQUEST) -- and you're next

OUTRO: 

once upon a time a mixtape named Kush&SnowDay
was better than all others but received no radio play

part Kush was that arrogant hip hop you blast in your car
whilst wondering who can feel your bass beat
or tell you're blunt riding from afar

Snow spoke of truths only the bravely insane dare speak
reminiscent of homeless self-appointed preachers: 
schizo-frantic but like all flakes, oddly unique

now the Day has been written and all said
and it's time all the little kiddies went to bed
with pictures of crack, jack, and twenty sacks
stacked in their heads

Jack of Co.Z - Fuck Everything (ft. Licki Ucroj & Jack McCrack) [Tony Yayo - Ballin' Instrumental]

Quick & dirty bipolar remix of SOFI TUKKER's "Batshit" by Licki

***i've never made a remix before so i'll have to keep re-editing & re-uploading this as i improve da mix

Batshit (Licki "Bipolar" Remix)

SOFI TUKKER - Batshit (Licki "Bipolar" Remix)

Track number one from "P****/Cat," part 3 of 3 of the forthcoming CARPET MIXTAPES. Recording and mixing by www.soundcloud.com/getjacked

I do not own any of the rights to this Jacked beat and I don't want to.

LYRICS:

he will (not)

Ray Charles to bullshit but i can smell you from here
i hear your stank degrading shit, ringing motherfucking Helen Keller's ears
i was raised by a father who called his wife terms that endear
pussy doesn't get whipped it gets pissed and whips til "Glory" tears appear

so if i'm a bitch and a ho you can try to blow off or throw a bone
"this fuck got owned, Hell bought his ass and rezoned" will be written on your gravestone

he will's no match for she will, not
let's call that free will, fought 
for respect for life that was taught
by a failed murder plot
to shut me up and down, but i rocked on, jot 
words to show the world i'm not wrong
to wanna be the little bitty blonde that broke King Kong
to take my guts, guns, rage, and a gong
(hit it, never quit it) and put 'em in a song 

and go ahead call me a bitch --
and go ahead call me a ho --
but ain't no man better touch a woman:
blow to a head or scratch a fuckin itch when even a 'bitch' says "no"
and go ahead call me a bitch --
and go ahead call me a ho --
just know that this room's only Trojan
is a ho bitch who can kill with clips or kindness; it's your choice though

he will not think i'd look better in make up
shit's made up: no make up bed sex after a fake fuck
brake up 'fore i break up this gait and make you breathe from a trach, suck
from your own cake batter cup and wake up merman: lake slut

he will not stay green when everything's bleeding red: stop
he will not stay clean stabbin hydrocarbon needles, blood clot
he will not stay mean when i finger another cock: Glock
he will know fuckin with me's how you get yourself shot

she will not let animals loose on ladies, sodomy
she will not let fraudulent repenting in for bargain plea
she will not let a technicality beat the District Attorney 
she will not let every unlit street linger hauntingly

he will not tell me to pop, lock, and drop
i will pop a cap in his hard-headed knot and turn myself into a cop
who will lock up the corpse to rot: oops, i forgot!
then drop bail bounty so high not even Weezy got

and go ahead call me a bitch --
and go ahead call me a ho --
but ain't no man better touch a woman:
blow to a head or scratch a fuckin itch when even a 'bitch' says "no"
and go ahead call me a bitch --
and go ahead call me a ho --
just know that this room's only Trojan
is a ho bitch who can kill with clips or kindness; it's your choice though

swearin in as public defender with a very public agenda 
wound lick shit the only way to publicly mend her
any gentler image of me won't render, nothing tender
about a rocked bitch on stage with a mic and a Fender:
spittin in the face of a sex offender

pair sex rhymes with sex crimes
to find a way to make it fine when nothing is fine
my voice will keep the time, and if it must it'll stay unkind
to remind that this is not for you; it is mine

(your love
should never be offered to the mouth of a
stranger
only to those
who have the valor and daring
to cut off pieces of their soul with a knife
then weave them into a blanket
to protect you)

He Will (Not) [Drake & Lil' Wayne "She Will" Instrumental]

"sunset+bronson"

produced, recorded, mixed, & performed by Licki
featuring Paige Kay Nelson

"giant me: eight feet three
minding what matters
hope what matters minds me
walking the boulevard  
of shattered dreams
before i splatter on the pavement
and all that's shattered is me

(let’s take) a late night walk 
to a dark bus stop
on the sunset block 
i'm prey

subject to stalk
while distress is fraught
it's confession o'clock
i'm praying

compressed and caught
undressed in shock
"arrest him officers!"
i'm rage

suppress the thought
that death could’ve come
let it fester, press it taut
i'm pain
 
savor the sound 
of safe and sound
of city blocks walked topped
in a single bound
he stalks me 'round
"bitch get outta that gown"
and picks a plot on the ground 
to get down

chalk marks the spot 
the birth of punk rock
where some punk rocked me
sunk into the mosh
a sidewalk grave
where i buried my brave
proud posture laid 
in a concrete plot

studios sound away
balk at my frown say
"actors oughta smile babe.
and don’t be late”
i mock their front gates 
where one fifteen pounds
got knocked down and raped

light up the racists
kill all the rapists
the safest places aren't always home
silence erases
rage that can change this
all we really know is where we don't belong

"thank you for your service!"
a veteran victim
fighting my war in earnest but
keep forgetting my mission... 

October
radio plays "born this way"
would you say 
a man should've been sober? 
(no way!)

ain’t no other other way
baby i was born as prey 
baby i was born as prey

fourth year passes
court re-collapses
every good habit
i’d saved 

i pay taxes
get cross-examined ghastly
acquaint with Abraxas
i’d changed

despair i mask it
put myself lastly
right to happiness
i’d waived 

where can wrath live 
but a casket
who is the master 
to my slave

hunters will always win
til lions have historians
i’m not afraid of darkness
'long as i can keep this pen

light up the racists
kill all the rapists
the safest places aren't always home
silence erases
rage that can change this
all we really know is where we don't belong

i was different before
the war
i was different before
the destroyer
i was different before
the difference
i was different before
this admission"

ADMISSION

sunset+bronson (featuring Paige Kay Nelson)

Part One of http://soundcloud.com/lickiucroj/sets/thecarpetmixtapes 
presented by CompanyZ & mastered by Jack of Co.Z

written, recorded, & mixed by Licki Ucroj

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now i lay me down to sleep
the Lord i pray my soul to keep
if i should die before i wake
i pray the Lord my soul to take

in your bed i'm sick
of my head i'm sick
not dead yet, stupid, just licked
Lauren's term might end
exterminate her
little friend
take the fumigator
and then
tonight's for 
wine and dine and dyin
rhymes designed to pine for 
the stars to align 
i never sleep tight
put up with all but can't put up a fight
the bugs the drugs the love 
they all bite

i'ma shake you off though
get up on that horse
ride into the sunset
look back with no remorse
there's no point to sleeping
bed bugs drug horizontal
mistook sex and blood for love
the Lord would never take this soul

my glass fillin cost my vision
at the altar of frothy religion
hittin Casper ceilings
causes frost-driven, frozen meaning 
jaws believin
they can unpause the thaw
and heal me
cursed so i'm the rawest livin
verses the rawest written
lips pursed, they lost all feelin
but swore first not to give in
reverse what God's willing
disperse the shots at women
devices lost to botched decisions
posh vices? i flock to 'em

self-made villain
cold-blooded ego killin 
bone chillin
mind's laws keep me imprisoned
in prison
lions tigers bearing kittens
all sick, shit. i've been bitten
licking wounded mittens
all my wires crossed within and 
spit's unholy water washin children tossed
a million from milk carton coalition
am i forgiven? for goin missin?
been sloshed from the beginning

i'ma shake you off though
get up on that horse
ride into the sunset
look back with no remorse
there's no point to sleeping
bed bugs drug horizontal
mistook sex and blood for love
the Lord would never take this hole

how should i presume?
again.
how should i presume?
again.
how should i presume to end?
how should i begin again?
how should i presume?
again.
how should i presume?
again.
how should i presume to end?
how should i begin again?

i'ma shake you off though
get up on that horse
ride into the sunset
look back with no remorse
there's no point to sleeping
bed bugs drug horizontal
mistook sex and blood for love
the Lord would never take this whole

broken sundown fatherless showdown
gun hip swollen lip bottle sip yeah i suck dick
lose grip on gravity falls sky blinding crumbling walls
river sweep away my memories of
children’s things a young mother’s love
before the yearning song of flesh on flesh
young hearts burst open wounds bleed fresh
a young brother skinny and tall my older walks
oceanward and somber, slumber sleeping
flowers in the water,
but i’m just his daughter
walking down an icy grave
leading to my schizophrenic father
weeping willow won’t you wallow louder
searching for my father’s power


Free download

Siren Song [Uncle Murda "The Warning" Instrumental]

Part One of http://soundcloud.com/lickiucroj/sets/thecarpetmixtapes 
presented by www.soundcloud.com/companyz & mixed by www.soundcloud.com/getjacked 
CocoRose "Smokey Taboo" remix instrumental by http://soundcloud.com/taylor-norton

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ain't a single white female rapping like this
spitting back the poison of an attacker's kiss
my thesis a call to hold myself up by my own wrists
prematurely miss the one man who always held me in his
still break my neck trying but i just can't die
actions speak louder but i'm paralyzed
bone tired, sun comes and stunned, i can't rise
tongue tingling, not fun: these life-long lungs on fire

they call me smokey taboo
i got your name tattooed
high like a helium balloon
midnight to noon
i'm a desert child
and mountains make me nauseous

still posturing fetal, baby, i'm crying "world"
no frills. life is fostering Daddy's girl
Will's bothering: "Baby, try to unfurl!"
what's real's if Daddy's dying then i'm a dying girl

this song's all self-medicating the wrongs
i'm Righting then dedicating long
to my father to levitate him. Mom
alone? The thought's devastating. GONE. 
life's work just relegated from calm
to pawn. (k)nights? race to evade them.
and we're too proud to ever debate it.
so i rap gifts just so i could say this:
repeat fond words until i can take it
no wand's magic can keep me breaking
dawn on days i regret my waking. yawn,
and smile. the feat is faking. 
oh, little Lawn
that's my name and
he's my core and he is shaken. 
that's the lesson-making:
do everything right. and. Life will quake it.

i like to look up wild at an infinite sky
twinkling with diamonds
it's true i get depressed in fancy hotel rooms
undressed with nothing to flaunt but my loneliness
thinking of the night song of your hair
premature as evening falls it calls to me
interrupted by the sirens in the street

this song's all self-medicating the wrongs
i'm Righting then dedicating long
to my father to levitate him. Mom
alone? The thought's devastating. GONE. 
life's work just relegated from calm
to pawn. (k)nights? race to evade them.
and we're too proud to ever debate it.
so i rap gifts just so i could say this:
REPEAT FOND WORDS UNTIL I CAN TAKE IT
no wand's magic can keep me breaking
dawn on days i regret my waking. yawn,
and smile. the feat is faking. 
oh, little Lawn
that's my name and
he's my core and he is shaken. 
that's the lesson-making:
do everything right. and. Life will quake it.

somedays you're like an anchor on my heart
they say that stolen water tastes sweet
more like rotten milk and rancid meat to me
i prefers when it is free
like looking at the stars
don't need no fancy cars
when we first
our kisses sparked
yeah i'm afraid of sharks
but not the dark

you did the music thing
and i would never sing
wanted to be good enough not to be embarrassing
i hit the lottery
knowing that you're proud of me
this is me on ground, not floundering
the sound of things not going how we wanted them
is paper thin
in my mind it was a win
and you?
i am you.

5. 8. 11. 22. 27. 32.

Tomb…or, Raiders of the Lost Heart [CocoRosie "Smokey Taboo" (N. Lights Remix by Taylor Norton)]

written, produced, & performed by Licki

blood breast brain bone
should rest but pain takes hold

colon tongue skin lung
hard pressed but ever young

they tell you it's impossible
or that it's gonna cost you more
so you back up in the hospital
licking popsicles
cuz you lost control
of your muscles in this struggle
but you mine out the rubble
and we're trying to discover
"why?" on the double
bubble bubble
toil and trouble
we believe in magic
cuz you sho ain't a Muggle

i am no sycophant
i am no sickness lance
i've got three wishes, friend:
(1) stop, (2) listen in, and (3) dance

follow the pathogens 
to the lab and then
douse what mighta been
watch us laugh again

let's attack this shit
till we fracture it
till its power's stripped
till the graft is set
till the master pet
till the rapture's met  
till the cactus wet

will you ride tonight? (yeah)
are you living right? (that's rare)
are you ready to fight? (prepare)
wherever you're going, i'll meet you there

will you ride tonight? (dare) 
are you living right? (scared?)
are you ready to fight? (it's not fair)
wherever you're going, i'll meet you there

blood breast brain bone
let me impress: you are not alone

colon tongue skin lung
it's no test; you've already won

i'm daring to discuss
what no one will discuss 
i'm discussing what's disgusting
disgusting discussion is dangerous
what's dangerous erupts
and what's dangerous is us
what's dangerous is burning alive with love
and i am flaring up

will you ride tonight? (yeah)
are you living right? (that's rare)
are you ready to fight? (prepare)
wherever you're going, i'll meet you there

will you ride tonight? (dare) 
are you living right? (scared?)
are you ready to fight? (it's not fair)
wherever you're going, i'll meet you there

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Cancer F.U. (for Keisha)

Lauren Neal -- Rap V.O. Demo

produced by Licki
featuring Ill Chill & Ashkon

Every night before bed for a year I watched military history documentaries to fall asleep. Episode 3 of Oliver Stone's "The Untold History of the United States" focuses on WWII terror bombing and the dropping of the atom bomb on Japan. I could not shake the language and the images from my mind... This song started with the sound of a taiko drum -- a resounding representation of our military industrial complex. "Demon LeMay" was born of my obsession with our society's obsession with destruction.


Licki's verse:

"i go i grow i suppose in the throes of explosions
i'm owing all woes to this dose of propulsion 
rocked asleep by rockets we mosh in seas of toxins
the Emperor's got no clothes but tell me: WHO WILL STOP HIM?

if you are God's soldier 
then your God is a stranger
that village you burning
He already pillaged and raped her

Mother Nature meets her maker
and then I share her fate, sirs:
a woman torn apart by men
and trying not to hate them

build a wall? that's rich. let's all admit
we didn't hit or throw a fit now shit
we're all complicit in it
drop bombs (when cost permits)
a race of frauds and hypocrites
we covet calm but it's a myth
long as napalm exists

claim the others are lepers
i'll tell you who's infected

vow the Lord is your shepherd
but i know about misdirection

release your voting record (and)
it's clear who made this wreckage

swear it's all to get to heaven
but i know... you'll regret it"

Demon LeMay

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Demon LeMay (featuring Ill Chill & Ashkon)

lickiucroj@gmail.com

Often ratchet, sometimes rapturous, always raw: Licki (FKA Licki Ucroj) juxtaposes the swagger and wit of contemporary rap with riveting, chaotic, and wholly unexpected production elements to cultivate a sound best described as "gift rap." Think Nicki Minaj's lyricism + Lizzo's performative prowess, raised to the power of an early-aughts indie rock band.

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