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NO BARS IN HELL (Lil Yurei)

REDEMBRECE - Heaven Sent (prod.Qrystral)

Keep Going On

the tides reprise

a note to say thankyou for all support throughout the year

landsky

hazy

more and more music coming I love u all who continue to support me 
also shoutout @holoblack bro dude killed it. 
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-----Lyrics----
@holoblack : dreamin for the day that i can leave this muthafuckin place 
its a ritual 
the time it cost and 
now im lost in space
fuck the bitches and the visions all stuck on my plate
im feelin riches why the fuck you always on my case
goin for a drive
lets hope it takes me to the moon
im feelin starry eyed
im always acting like a fuckin fool
time to 
pop a bean 
try to act 
like im cool 
 yet in the mirror u can see 
im always stuck with you

@kyothedem0n: If i'm catching you running your mouth  
you gonna wind up with goons and some thugs in yo house
Only need you if you is the plug or someone of interest 
now i'm getting dome from a mistress
she got them  big lips 
stroking on my big dick
only need the paper and the pink slips
swerving in her pink lips
all you other bitches just a buncha 
cheap slits
yeah we sippin big fifths
yeah we getting fucked up
Nah we ain't got no activist 
but when I bagged the bitch
I must say that I doubled my cup
and I double my pills 
just to fuck up my luck 
that's why the shotgun was sitting outside of the truck
That's why I am  living my life to the fullest 
hopin I die cause I don't give no fucks

DREAMING w HOLØBLACK (PROD. AOGIRI)

NOCLOUD - HALF PINT

@user-214378176

Ass on asphalt. Kick and I kip-up. 
Flick some schmutz off and we’re fair dinkum. 
That fellowship sailed when you followed that 
bread crumb trail to its cauldron. 
Instead, I shook a doddleoddle maudlin. 
That’s a white girl problem. 
He chase tail like a dog. No discipline. 
I’ll sit you down and spritz if you’re not listenin’. 
Happy place your heart out. 
The art carve out your innocence. 
Housewarming for your new prosthetic soul. 
Now let the devilry envelop you whole. 
That’s not real. This is. 
Too grown to piss contest realnesses. 
They’re poisoning the crops. 
Hip hop’s tertiary tops. 
Don’t tell me there’s no theme between these blots. 
I’m a hawk for that crock. Declaw me if I’m not. 
She sells me herself like a cheap whore. 
Luckily, my apathy’s like Eeyore’s. 
Brick wall swept the ATP tour. 
Aviation squeeze to the fore. 
Sneak preview o’ the sweets in store. 
Mullin’ over the myriad o’ paths I could pave. Perks of the range. 
Verses on stage ain’t the sole place to make purposeful change. 
Tentacular reach. Janitor keys to all hallways. 
The mic stays hot and the webcam is on always. 
Grad of the Borgnine school o’ longevity. 
Aim for accessible 
but inevitably steer ultra eventually. 
Can’t help but be. 
Pocket. Drummers acknowledge. 
Scent so pungent, thought he was removin’ nail polish. 
Fail-o-holic. 
Phase shift and to shift faith, it’s think fast. 
Shop till you drop an income class. Bango. 
King o’ this offbeat shit. Your flow is all me. 
Get skippy in your music and that’s a usage fee. 
Monkey do monkey see. 
Babydoll, if you get As this fall, might 
let you taste my... Rohypnol. 
Bridge burn extraordinaire. 
Scorched with his Jordan Airs. 
Brute force a moot point. 
The nouveau Robespierre. 
Ya lost me at profit-driven. 
Olive branch bearer, but if it’s competition, 
I will smoke fools. Only you can prevent it. 
Master’s back with amendments. 
Temptation’s outside the paleo regimen. 
Side effects include unlocking biopoetic abiogenesis. 
Woosh. All my scholars know the goal is woosh. 
If you know, you know. And if you don’t, shush. 
My pleasure. Me and these suits had our ties severed. 
Nowhere near newborn, more u to the third trimester. 
In a vat, just stewin’.
Bagged an ACA dancer chick Bruin. 
Saw me move and asked me how I do it. 
Wouldn’t be the first under my tutelage. 
Join the literal club. 
Sisterhood o’ the permanent shrug.
Nerdcore’s 42 Dugg.
I dove in Sorah Yang like a Soryu sub. Closed casket. 
Till I meet my Onassis, I’m livin’ easy feedin’ old habits. 
You’ve been squandering chances all week. 
It’s as bleak as watching a blonde think. 
And we’re walking. 

People tell me I’m underrated. I’m like rate me. 
Can’t wait ‘til you make it. Fuckin’ make me. 
Only share it if you wanna piss of your parents. 
Only spread it if you’re ready to end some friendships. 
I could’ve done 500 miles 500 times and blew up. 
Instead, I grew up. 
Lo-fi is a teenage game. 
I wrote that song when I was nineteen years old. 
People change. 

Radical honesty to a fault. 
Would you prefer a brain beating or bodily assault? 
That’s what I thought. 
Difference ‘tween edgy and actual edge. 
I touched him, I smelt blood. 
He touched me, he actually bled. 
Tsk tsk. That brisk frisk ain't risk assessment. 
Real introspection spits venom. 
It ain't hurtin, it ain't workin'. 
Let it. 
Penetrate flesh. Facilitate death. 
Only then, by definition, can you resurrect. 

I sing till it stings. 
New nerdcash. Amped as ever. 
I could skywrite that shit in Agent Orange letters
and y'all still wouldn't remember.

empty (snippet)

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