Redid the mix/master for this track and reuploaded to Soundcloud. Much better listening experience now.

my ex was an L but this song might be a W

Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Guess this shit's a Toys R Us
We're all made of plastic and you choose the one you want
Different names, different faces, but we're all the same
Interchangeable, Rearrangeable

Pick your black boy
Is he tall or short?
Is his skin darker?
Is his dick big?
Does his nutsack hang low enough for you to reach?
And when a new one gets released, do you keep him or release him?

(Verse 2)
Do you want a genius?
Or do you want a himbo?
Wide, slim, short, tall,
Clumsy or nimble?
Answers to questions, all of which are simple,
Cause to you black boys are nothing but a symbol.

(Verse 3)
She bent, and I hit it from the back like a guerilla tactic
Smoking on this weed, yeah I'm higher than the fucking attic
She knows when it comes to having sex, I'm a fucking addict
I gotta have it, it's a habit, let me grab it, let me smash it
Chasing down the bag like a predator
Then she started acting weird, so I had to sever her
Now she got a new nigga, and she claims he bettered her
But all I see is me when she posted on the gram, it's whatever though.

Black Boy Toys

Black Boy Toys (Reupload)

In Memory of Ayrton Senna, three-time F1 World Champion for McLaren, 1960-1994. Obrigado Senna 🇧🇷

Had a lot of fun working on this song. Produced, written, and rapped by me, FL Studio, Audio Technica AT2020, various VST plugins. 

Lyrics:

(Hook)
F1, P1, Senna P15 
Go back, in time, 1-9-9-5
Take my, brand new, car for, a drive
Hit the, brakes and, front don’t nosedive

(Verse 1)
Let the windows down but only halfway, 
Engine so loud it scare bitches away,
Sign on the hood ain’t a check, that’s a wave
Drive a Czech girl from my house to the waves

My whip will embarrass Ferraris
This wing big enough to carry a body,
Got two seats, that’s for me and a hottie,
This all I need, man fuck a Bugatti
Obrigado Senna, this is my offering 
Pussy niggas make you toss in your coffin
I ain’t ballin, motherfucker I’m golfin
She puked on the dash so I sent her walking

(Hook)
F1, P1, Senna P15 
Go back, in time, 1-9-9-5
Take my, brand new, car for, a drive
Hit the, gas, spaceship fast

(Verse 2)
I don’t want it if the engine on the front axle,
You drive a Samsung, but this car a motherfuckin’ Apple
And when I push the gas the muffler making pops and crackles, 
So if it scares you, I’m don't mean to be a fucking asshole
I saw her ass, I had to stop cause it was big and natural,
She said she want a ride, if it ain’t gon be a hassle,
I asked her where, said she wanna go to home to my castle,
I said “alright” and then we skirted off towards North Avenue

Senna

This track has been in the works since my freshman year of college in three different forms and I've finally finished a version I think is worthy of release. 
I wrote the intro verse after I cussed my sister's boss out for being an asshole to her. Sorry, Cayce. 

Self-produced in FL Studio, with some variation on the drum patterns done by my friend Kira Akira.

Lyrics:

(Intro)
Bitches keep fucking with my sister at work,
I might grab a shotty and go berserk,
Shots at the manager, I’m on the cameras,
Snag a few hundred, call that collateral 
Niggas want adderall, I don’t have it no more
Maybe that’s why I goin fucking loco
Shit, I need to calm the fuck down 

(Verse 1)
Get popped in your sleep without no warning,
Niggas want smoke, they can get it, I implore em
See y’all must have been misinformed about me,
So I gotta give y’all a little warning bout me
That nigga that you knew is dead and gone,
He might as well have his name engraved in stone,
dig a grave next to my dad’s, two Addisons,
and bury Nelson, cause he never made it home

(Hook)
Who am I?
I’m a night owl, bitch
Who am I?
I’m a fucking night owl, bitch
I’m prowling when it’s lights out, bitch
Working when the sky is pitch,
Black, till morning,
Then I pop you in your sleep without no warning

(Verse 2/Outro)
People change, but the difference tween me and you
Is that I changed for the better, I’m completely new,
I may not have as many fans or hoes as you,
If that’s how you find worth, what I’m posed to do.
I got way more ambition and I bet that when you listen,
You think this nigga got something that I’m missing.
So let’s make a truce, but fuck the ass kissing,
We’re all black kings on a motherfucking mission.

Night Owl

Diss track... shhh

Made in FL Studio 20. Produced and written by me, recorded, mixed, and mastered by me.

(Verse 1)
To all you fuckers, the ship ain’t sailed yet,
I’m only 22 and I got too many years left
To put my soul up for sale yet.
You scam your fans, why ain’t you in jail yet?
I’m tired of niggas who can’t rap but they think they can (UH HUH!),
These niggas who act all flashy on instagram (OKAY!),
But without the flash wouldn’t have any fans (ZERO!),
These niggas pussy like pictures on onlyfans. (PUSSY !!! )

Don’t get it twisted, don’t you ever forget it
You niggas really think you it, but you really just shit
So do not believe the hype, keep your ears peeled for rumors
Cause I listened to your music and it gave me two tumors
In each one of my ears, now my hearing is useless,
But I can still make better beats than your whack ass producer
And I’mma ram your bitch throat till that broad go toothless,
And send you the brain she gave me so you can make better music.

(Hook 1)
Confusing pride with power is a fatal mistake,
You’ll end up locked in prison getting anally raped
Or buried in the dirt, under a stone with your name,
So make sure that you’re capable of all that you claim

(monologue)

(Verse 2)
So let’s talk about your fans, all seven fucking thousand
Even I ain’t got that many niggas browsing my page, you get a round of
Applause, I’m so proud of ya man
But please, allow me to ask you what they mean to you man.
Are they people or just numbers that make you feel better? I’m
Sorry if that’s too hard of a question to answer.
How would you feel if they all disappeared?
*thanos snap*

Fame may last forever, but love is for a season
These people gassing you now might be the same ones leaving,
Today or tomorrow, when you say something you don’t mean and
The media proceeds to butcher you like meat that ain’t seen a freezer

(Hook 2)
Pride will turn people into kamikazes
Pride will turn nerds into neo-nazis
Pride will make McGregor think he’s good at boxing,
Pride will open doors when it’s Death that’s knocking,
Pride will make good people turn to monsters,
Pride will fall flat like a building jumper,
Pride will make you look like a fool, when you think that you’re cool
Pride will rob you blind, beat you and leave you to die

Pride

Dedicated to my dad and my uncle, both gone now. Working on this song was therapy for me. Even though I am over the grief, I still have another mountain to climb over. 

Produced in FL Studio 20.

Lyrics:
We grow into friends and out of them like puberty,
But I lost too many to bullshit and tomfoolery,
Some I disrespected and some were using me,
Everybody has regrets about their past, that’s a human thing.

But at this point, I can barely be called a human,
I’ve grown obese from all the souls I’ve been consuming.
Truancy committed, skipped the lessons I’m beholden to. 
Nuances, forgotten, I’m as subtle as a centrifuge.
I dance circles around you till your skull protrudes,
From your skin that’s melting from hellfire flames that’s gold and blue.
I eat your brain because it holds the truth.
The flags were red enough that neither of us has excuse. 

Over the years, I look back at myself,
Wondering how I got this way,
And why I never asked for help,
Until my back got pushed up against the wall,
Saw the carpet crumble and the ceiling crawl,
Till the edges crushed my head in,
And my vision blurred and reddened.
My body stiffened like my spine got an erection,
God changed my direction cause I needed new perception. 
I watched my uncle and my dad go, one after the other,
So I’m numb to death, and from this depth, I’ll never recover.

I keep my reasons clear but they still jumping over you 
like Michael Jordan, bulls uniform and sporting nike shoes.
I never claimed to be a perfect man, cause I’m more imperfect than
The skin that cracks your neck from an imperfect tan. 
Damn,
So throw your hands in the air, For the breakup jam, 
Me and my past tendencies, Going the way of the dodo,
Like old friends you send away to death row,
Their heads roll, you’re dead to me like eggs from menstruation flow 

But sometimes I wish I had more comrades,
It’s lonely, I’m the only one who lived the shit that I have,
And people aren’t as patient when they can’t see the full picture,
But I don’t want to show it cause they’ll think I’m ‘bout as sick as,

My uncle passed from cancer, and my dad a heart attack, 
like the three bad relationships that I had,
I’m glad I didn’t turn to crack like my dad did,
He was clean for ten years, then he backslid.
All this trauma turned me into a savage,
And all these other boys dropping music less than average,
Everything I say is real, meant to make you feel what I felt,
My whole life up til now, cause I’m crying for help.

I’m still crawling towards the light, like my life is poltergeist,
I can see the other side past the demons that I fight,
And the sun always shines, even though the cloudy days
Never truly go away
And the world is a big, wide beautiful place
I can enjoy without the worries of being enslaved.
And there’ll be someone to offer my hand to, when I leave my old life behind, I’m just biding my time.

Patiently pt. 2

I've been dragging this track out, it's time I put it out. I may record another verse for the final album version. Most of the lyrics here were freestyled line by line, as opposed to writing them like I usually do. This song is mostly a lyrical exercise.
Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Sometimes I cast a wish on a shooting star,
And then the star disappears that's a metaphor,
And I don't know if that means my wish came true,
Maybe I'll know the next day when the sky's blue,
Again.
These niggas, they watch me like cops, every move I make,
And I don't know how much more of this shit I can take,
I think I need a break or a new take on some,
On some old shit that I seen a million times before,
Like a sommelier who drank a million wines before.
And I'm on the grind like every night before,
I won't resign until I make it to the highest floor.

(Verse 2)
I'm in tune with myself and my surroundings,
It's time to give these pussy niggas poundings.
You can't escape your fate, all heroes don't wear capes,
If I'm a hero, I'm a hero to the game in this state.
The state of the game is shameful,
Niggas rap and sing like they disabled.
And I am able to pull your umbilical cord from your navel,
That's what we call unplugging a cable. Shh!

(Bridge/Chorus)
When I picked up the mic, God struck me with lightning,
While all these other niggas was out here fighting.
And they ain't even got the right idea, they out here
Trying to be just like their peers.
Well, to my sparring partners, it appears that,
I came to shake up the game, you came to make it more lame.
All you niggas fake, all you niggas taxing, all you niggas make me wanna commit criminal actions.

(Verse 3)
I down the fruit of my success like gatorade,
I feel so good, I made more money than my haters made.
I feel so fly, I feel so fine.
I might go grab a girl and kill her motherfucking feline.
See I,
Feel it, I can feel it, I'm so close to success.
Sometimes this feeling is fleeting, but I digress.
Every obstacle that I face is a test,
I pass one then move on to the next.
And as for rappers, y'all gas one then move on to the next.
Take your bitch and make her bite on my neck,
Until my whole dick erect.
And I got on a condom but even that shit can't protect the pussy,
I'm bout to go all in and wreck the fucking pussy, yuh!

(Verse 4)
Depression gets the best of us and brings out the worst in us,
Feels like I lost what my purpose was.
But I still got long way to go, just beginning,
I ain't even scratched above where the surface was.
The stars die just like our dreams,
And every night when we go to sleep, the journey ceases.
Pick it up when you wake up, or what you've created
Will become archaic.

I fear no man, except myself
I'm the only obstacle that prevents my wealth.
All these other niggas on some other shit, on some other shit
That I am not fucking with.
Yeah these niggas on a different axis, on a different plane,
All looking tacky, and all looking lame.
They ain't even know the name of the game.

Wish

Cover of Jay Z - Excuse Me Miss (feat. Pharell)
Production and vocals: m68k, T2X

Excuse Me!

A Brief History of Jungle Music

Sampling is an integral part of African diasporic music, especially in the US and UK. In America, Hip-hop became the dominant form of black sampled music. This distinction went to Jungle music for young people attending clubs in the UK (“ravers”). That’s not to say that hip hop wasn’t present and incredibly popular in the UK— Jungle, Acid House, and Techno were just the choice for most partygoers and rave DJs in the early to mid-90s. 
As the 90s progressed, raves gained more and more media attention, as UK police began to crack down on these often illegally organized parties. In addition, rave culture was heavily associated with drug use. Ravers used weed, MDMA (ecstasy), and amphetamines, among other drugs, to enhance their partying experiences. After peaking in 1995, Jungle began declining in popularity because of negative media attention and police raids on raves. It was eventually succeeded by Drum and Bass, an offshoot genre that was ultimately more commercially consumable. 

This Track

While researching jungle music, and listening to Jungle music non-stop, I decided I wanted to release a Jungle tune for this EP. In true Jungle fashion, I primarily used samples for this production and a Roland TB-303 (bass synthesizer) emulation. The TB-303 also has a close association with Rave and Jungle music. The samples I used were taken from soul, jazz, and Jungle records. Since the sampler is integral to jungle music, the melodies and harmonies are often short song snippets pitched around chromatically to create motifs. I used this method to write the melodies and harmonies for this track. My drums are sampled from classic soul and jazz drum solos (called “breakbeats” in the context of electronic and hip-hop music) and chopped up into individual drum hits, which are then rearranged to create complex drum rhythms. 
Jungle music uses a variety of basses, ranging from electric basses to synth basses to samples. The most recognizable Jungle bass is the kick drum from the Roland TR-808 drum machine. Jungle producers would sample the 808’s kick drum and use it as a pitched instrument. For my track, I used a sampled electric bass, an 808 kick drum, and a specific synth bass sample, predominant in Jungle music and commonly known as the “Dred bass.” Another instrument I used was a Roland TB-303 emulation, which is heard at the end of the track building up to the climax.
Don’t ask me what this track means. It was an experiment to pay homage to a genre of music I love.

Jungle Study

Grey Skies
Written, recorded, and produced by Nelson Addison
 
(Chorus) 
Grey skies, and downcast eyes,
Looking for anything to make us feel alive
And if I don’t find it, will I be alright?
Will I ever make my way into the light?
Grey skies, and downcast eyes,
Looking for anything…
 
(Verse 1)
Surely I’ll feel better when I turn the corner
Surely I’ll feel better as I’m growing older
Surely I’ll feel better when I fall in love
Surely I’ll feel better when I have enough
Tomorrow everything is gonna be so different
Is a lie we tell ourselves when we’re naive and innocent
I won’t believe that bullshit for a minute. (x3)
But I gotta keep on living cause my death is imminent.
 
(Chorus) 
Grey skies, and downcast eyes,
Looking for anything to make us feel alive
And if I don’t find it, will I be alright?
Will I ever make my way into the light?
 
(Post-chorus)
Just one more night (x3)
Tomorrow everything’s gonna be just the same as before
 
(Verse 2)
Happiness, she flees me, at the speed of sound,
There's no way I can catch her running on the ground.
Sometimes I grab on to her as she passes by,
But let go as she pitches up into the sky.
Whenever she is gone, I tend to stay inside.
If I miss something important, I don't seem to mind.
In the evenings I do anything to pass the time,
 
In the mornings, I just lay and cry.
 
(Chorus)
Grey skies, and downcast eyes,
Looking for anything to make us feel alive
And if I don’t find it, will I be alright?
Will I ever make my way into the light?
 
Grey skies, and downcast eyes,
Looking for anything to make us feel alive
And if I don’t find it, will I be alright?
Will I ever make my way into the light?

(Instrumental bridge)

(Verse 3) 
I was never taught how to deal with pain of the emotional variety
Niggas not supposed to cry, so I just kept it all inside of me
It divided me between towr'in walls of ivory,
Sweet irony, had me thinking I'd improve with time, entirely.
If we live in hell on earth, then what is hell to us? How fiery
Can a furnace be, internally, that we live in for eternity?
The one I'm leaving now turned my skin and soul to vapors
So I don't give a shit about 2000 year old papers.
I want peace, I want it now, I want it right now.
I'll do anything to get it, anything, God forbidden
I want peace, I want it now, I want it right now. But I
Guess I gotta wait, maybe learn to live without it.
 
(Instrumental break)
 
Outro (faster tempo):
I just wanna die, I just wanna die.
I just wanna die
I just wanna die sometimes (I just wanna die)

I just wanna die, I just wanna die.
I just wanna die
I just wanna die sometimes (I just wanna die)

I just wanna die, I just wanna die.
I just wanna die
I just wanna die sometimes (I just wanna die)
I just wanna die, sometimes.

Grey Skies

Artists: m68k, T2X
Writers: Nelson Addison, Tavarie Taylor
Producers: Nelson Addison, Tavarie Taylor

My first collaborative song. 

(Verse 1 - m68k)
Same nigga breaking down walls left and right,
Before we broke dem walls down, a nigga had to fight
Plenty of people always asking, "Nelson, are you alright?"
I pushed 'em all away, they couldn't learn to see through my sight.
I been in places, situations that would break you,
It broke me, but I'm back now, Take Two.
Been through so much, I'm glad I'm on the other side
My homie called me up and said "Yo, you wanna slide?"
I said I can't right now, I'm working overtime,
He said, "Lighten up a bit and learn to live your life."

(Hook)
Ayay ayay ayay
I been to hell and back, but I still live my life (ayay ayay ayay)
I learned to love again so I could live my life (ayay ayay ayay)
No time to stop for tears, I gotta live my life (ayay ayay ayay)

(Verse 2)
Used to say “fuck the future,” now I’m future proof,
I keep my eyes ahead at all times, so I’m not seeing you,
And everything I do now is for my betterment,
You held me back, but back then I thought that you were heaven sent,
Seven-Eleven, white owls, you would roll us up a spliff,
We smoked and passed it round the table wit your friends.
But you were more than I bargained for, and less than it was worth
I guess from thinking with my dick, I got what I deserved.
Saw all the red flags, so I had the time to swerve,
And take a detour, but what I did this to me for?
I'm aching for affection, you were the cure.
The side effect was an erection, I got burnt with no protection.
I'm repping 803, all the niggas out my section,
Listen to me when I tell you not to stop counting your blessings.
Look to the future, but don't stress about this mess,
And just take it day by day and remember always, just to live your life.

(Hook)
Ayay ayay ayay
I been to hell and back, but I still live my life (ayay ayay ayay)
I learned to love again so I could live my life (ayay ayay ayay)
No time to stop for tears, I gotta live my life (ayay ayay ayay)

(T2X Verse)
Neva gotta ask you (ask)
Don't know what i did
Got me in my head And I start to reminisce
(I can't switch)
Stalling and Fallin
Shaking Hands I'm not calling Why you causing me problems
(No I'm not,no l'm good)
You know I'm tryna solve em
Nah you don't deserve to Take up more space
Hoping to find my purpose
But you won't let me think
Breathe
Away from me
You are no good for me

(Bridge)
My life is worth livin' on my own,
I don't need you or no one else,
To fill in where my holes are felt.
I don't know why I thought you'd change for me.
When I ain't changed for myself,
Until you left.

(Verse 3)
Headed to the other side, I'm almost there
Yeah you know my mama called me up, we said a prayer
I been duckin' in the dragon's den, deep in the lair
Cause I'm looking for a piece of gold, I need my share.
We all look for things that shine like,
Silver and gold, heaven and starlight.
We think it's hiding somewhere, outside.
We're all losing our pride.
Me and my homies, we finna blast off.
Into the stratosphere, Lightyear.
And even when they all know our names,
Shit ain't changed, we the same, but you know we finna live our lives.

(Hook)
Ayay ayay ayay
I been to hell and back, but I still live my life (ayay ayay ayay)
I learned to love again so I could live my life (ayay ayay ayay)
No time to stop for tears, I gotta live my life (ayay ayay ayay)
You know I'm pressed for time, I gotta live my life (ayay ayay ayay)
It’s niggas doing time, you better live your life
(ayay ayay ayay)
I learned to love again so I could live my life (ayay ayay ayay)
No time to stop for tears, I gotta live my life (ayay ayay ayay)

Walls (Live My Life) feat. T2X

Email: m68kz80@gmail.com for collabs and beats. Or DM me
Making music isn't free. If you want to support my efforts, feel free to donate to my PayPal (exodusmodules@gmail.com).
All tracks are self-produced unless stated otherwise.

m68k

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