I Get It

here's a freestyle i made in 15 min. enjoy:)

50 Nights

Girls I Need

Bad Luck (feat. Antoñio Rico)

Delivering you another piece from the backrooms. Throughout my different astral, dream, mystical and spiritual experiences. The combined word play mixed with trap and lo-fi roots assemble an esoteric message with slang filled imagery. Combining horrocore, trap, drill, indie, and heavy metal, a versatile track that causes disorientation, discomfort, and elevated consiousness. Produced by me, mixed, and lyrics written by your very own!
Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Pop out with a sixth sense
Visions so specific 
I be so prolific
Way beyond what you envision
Cook it up like i be in the kitchen
My aura stay lifted 
Trust my intuition for my decision 
Don’t even need to ice the kid
To be as smooth as this
Being ill is my condition 
Half light and half conniption 
Ain’t trusting your opinion



I stay invading your claustrum
Body has its own base intelligence 
It does what you’re telling it and feeding till it’s embellished
Control your carnal appetites the moderation is the path to sophistication
No suppressing move eclectic 
Be electric with decision 
Let the bad thought slide 
Sadness makes its own incision 
Healing the wound is based on your decision
The choice you make lead to the life you live up to precision
Omitted from society an outcast flexing in the vanity
Maintaining my own sanity

[Break]

Verse 2:
Backwood posted 
Ease the day with finesse
Manifest and the trees replace my breathe
Take it by the day and then move right on the next
I’m blessed
Broken promise unkept 
Don’t need to clean up their mess
Relax your shoulder destress 
Your mind is free from the threats
Feel like I’m running on this earthly merry go round
To the suffering flesh I am bound
Loops in circles question the system is controversial
I’m immersed with the first creation 
My aura is purple into the dimensions and ether
From herbal visions of vivid creatures
Patterns in the parking lot 
Of the pavement down my block 
Spirits shaken and they plot
But I’m facing the mystic trot

Mother Nature Rid the city of its filth
Ain’t even gon fold when I running up a tilt
Ain’t gon trip about no milk spilt 
Man look how I am built, you bitches soft yeah you some quilts

Bad Luck (feat. Antoñio Rico)

ivy