Experimenting with more sing-rapping.

This'll probably be my next track I drop on Spotify.

I'll update this with a pre-save link soon.

A few episodes into Gunbuster and I'm digging it so far.

Lyrics: Grindin' (I been on that)
incline (d to upgrade how)
I been tryin' to stack up
every dollar dollar bill sign.
And every dollar that I get I hope to god
I get to keep but people sleepin' on the
dopest ever poet on a beat.
A lot o' people missin' out
and I am honestly offended.
If the people only listened
they would pay a-fucking-ttention
I would bend 'em over, kiss 'em
with the best of my intentions
make their innards groan and glisten.
And we'd do a little business.
But till I get my listeners,
Ima' muscle through the struggle
fuckin' always on the hustle.
I don't sleep like all you people
do. I'm people, too, but all I do
is musical. 'Cuz even when I'm sleepin'
I'm still cooking something new.

Cookin Somethin

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In orbit around the Pacific Northwest
Est. 2014
o/o Dylan Kirby

Spirit Sound Innovators - is about writing and producing music for the heart and soul and to pursue, learn and understand the journey of universal harmony, in hope that realisation of everything becomes part of everything else.
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It happens to all of us eventually.

You take a sip from your coffee cup, open your mailbox, and think, “What’s the worst that could happen, spiders?”.

You reach inside.

Nope, just junk mail and advertisements today.

Sigh. You remove those paper abominations from whence they came, you pull them close to your chest.

That’s when you notice the spider inside your mailbox.

You poke a stick inside the black void and hope the spider climbs on top.

You hope there are no baby spiders left in its web.

You’re in luck.

 You rush back inside, feeling a strange mixture of emotions.

You spend the next few years of your life hammering out song, after song, that mostly only close friends will listen to and enjoy.

“F$&@ it,” you say. “I mean, I like it.”

You stare into the void, you suddenly realize you were the spider all along, and someone is trying to poke you with a stick.

But y’know, it’s okay because you just made up this entire story.

  - Franz Kafka

Cookin Somethin

Mailbox Spiders