prod: dr.awKward
one part introspection, two parts rambles.
there's been a lot going on and as the pile grows, it gets tougher to parse through.
some ideas are best left as just that.

Blemishes._

damn I still got toothpaste hands, gon pull my pants up
food don't taste near what i imagined for it to last huh
primes past...aight fine, last and waning 
reflecting on what was my objective in debating 

been in craters deeper than yamcha now my stock swells
depending on the odor that my socks smell of 
dependent and paying taxes for what the box bell rung
impendent on shit im finna do in the interim

all I needed was everything til it won't enough 
rapping bout the shit I seen before was old enough 
crying about something medial, sure he means well 
last question really tryna hear is are u feeling well 

sick of the prisons been building out my own homes 
leaning into learning the lessons that i've been known to throw 
combos correspond those to past conquered 
and dawn those colors round waists, whats passed garnish

voice hoarse before the cart attached, yo where my harness?
whole stable speaking on workload before the hard hits
thought we was partners, im gettin ridden like a whipping boys
goals sought after, once was written but now missing boy

something bout pivots and living with it make my mental rattle 
drag my anchor around, hope it dont call for travel

nature of nurture: how victims become villainized
nurture of nature, the villain can fall victim too
yo

Acne

from off the top of the key it's the Three Villain
tryna peek outside of the box of perceived ceilings
ain't tryna seek no approval this just don't feel right
yeah, my lamp got it's shade on it but damn it's still bright
yeah, i yammer on but yammer on me and it's still right? 
could write with my left and look back and yo it's still right

done peeled back the fruit rine and duck taped it back
smuggle facts in these rhymes just in case iont make it back 

lost a pretty stack in my time, won't chase it back
whole lot of redacted files back in my case in fact
its these times to time be thinking maybe they miss me
and the points missed, although a litany, yo they stick with me

now this lanky, yellow pin cushion to the bullshittin invested in shovels now its mussels without full breading
with no bread up front, modern head hunter of local chains
and run ya chain I catch you out here open mane

from off the top of the key it's the Three Villain
tryna peek outside of the box of perceived ceilings
ain't tryna seek no approval this just don't feel right
yeah, my lamp got it's shade on it but damn it's still bright
yeah, i yammer on but yammer on me and it's still right? 
could write with my left and look back and yo it's still right
done peeled back the fruit rine and duck taped it back
smuggle facts in these rhymes just in case iont make it back
now I'm back to touring planets, not surprised by new trends 
the world turns as rules bend
harboring my feelings I been meaning to deal with
no storage unit
growing toward my own sun and born to explore through it
regardless or not, holding awards regarded as hot
crashing boards, never bored with the results of my shots
they say me finding my path is such a long one 
as far as shots, I'm gassed and Tom Tom's on
it's the nigga tell ya girl to get them pompoms goin
but whole slate of emotions like at a romcom showing
it never dawned on me the songs and the pods congruent  
learn to connect em like a soldering student

better with both, well ages and them pages turned 
sample ringing ample like
where u save this from?
doc and pointblank together like 
which bay you from?
how many bites of the apple is rational?
plan a new purpose for the core, plant a new seed
remind niggas the world don't turn round they news feed

Split Ends

Rain summoning, reign melange and bumbling. 
If I were farming bumblebees, they'd be polka dotted.
Learning lessons from future stings
I only heard about it
Think I'd be better at choosing things, I keep the smoke about me and always about it, doesn't matter, liquid or solid
The gas bag, i said it doesn't matter what state I'm in
Belaboring every point, I never played the fence. 
Enabling agents on occasions of purple rain, of sense
How insane it is, I'm the Kane in this by definition. 
Best admit I'm the best in this, yet to mention 
If I were sterling brown, that'd make my snitch dj wilson
I scratched my own DJ off a park bench from rich men
at barmitzfas that which I'm pictured like Ms Finster 
Seymore Eeore, George Costanza of stanzas.
Pander for pandas but Britannica aint a phantom dream pythagorean pattern of Pangea find my ancestry 
Still the answers go unanswered see
When I lie still I'll see
Spend my time haunting my future life for all the fuckery
It fucks with me, I say it doesn't
Every puff you'll see

Chapped

boy im meant to be played in places where you gotta zone
cause what i write now is better when the hype down, swear its the truth
it sounds down better when the lights out, better when the night time, better when its raining



take deep breath on sequence, dont you count my steps
dont gotta wonder where beats went when ya feet get swept
sign of times change hands do when the bills due
keeping to myself in crowds, now mouth mildewed
only played in places with ziplocs in surplus 
and im at my peak when im high, low eyes just work for us
in the dark most of the time besides for happenings
pack it in. ill be back again before rap begin

ergo from word go, i been high regarded
but never reaped the benefits of all the shit we started
learned a single lesson from the place a cell begins
feeling like pelicans bay up where my neck should end

it makes sense why we do well in night's glow
how they shed light on so enlightened, what they might know
in light of what we have seen , the growth is evident
now that we back to making noise, debates to bed again

Halitosis

validity at the bottom of brown bottles 
I've been sitting pensively undecided on what ive taught em
but me? ain't learn shit, earned grips and what to show for?
how to stuff a resume with what they go for
how to mask my expressions just like a contour 
how to pass on my blessing buti aint larry sanders
kin to candor but feet in sand or it doesn't matter nigga
cold shoulders no tall order, im 6 foot
done mistook the lines I pre handwrote for scriptures 
and these eyes hi res, all the projections picturesque 
spent until debt off the ideas I aint invented yet
shed a few tears for the position I ain't put in yet
had a few years, wouldntve minded that commitment back

Birthmarks

At this point, all my life's  demons, they can pull up
I've caught it all, utilized usually like how pampers be and naturally broke down, decomposed, as result now
On game shows behind both doors, shouts to recycling
It's the stretched out Uncle Fester , you can mind ya business 
Swear this way feel like less work, guess the signs are fitting 
Design pavilions so now my time only partly sunny
Leftover Easter candy, disregard what found so funny
Lil snickers, like he thrifting when he pick the beats 
Check the seems, all depends on how he would handle defeat
One man's trash is another man's war relic
Backstroke to land with a new watch like Tom Selleck 
With rhymeflows like he finna drop the dial tone
Took a couple bars to realize that this stupid mic was on
Funny where the population goes when his zone come on
Counting midichlorians tryna figure out which planet's home
From gifted to gray hair, my service got my time fleeting
Cheering on all my character flaws with this prime seeting
Meeting of the minds everytime my eyes open
something about something but seldom time spoken
something else bout how they can't figure where the rhymes going
another thing bout his element, the signs showing

Grime

Stream

Ascent w/ yungmaple

Timeless

Reprisal

Glassy (prod. two)

knocka

answer me (Sound Flip Friday vol 1)

May the Lord bless you and keep you
May he set his countenance upon you
May you walk in the ways of Jesus all the days of your life
May you be blessed with the heart, the mind, and the strength of Christ.
In Jesus name I pray
Amen.

ITS ON (SINGLE)

ITS ON

B E A N S  STBB# 859

WHATS GOOD MUTHAFUCKAS GET READY TO LIGHT UP SOME SMOKE TO THIS FORSAKEN TRACK, COOKED BY LOCDOU N SPIT BY SLIP. UNHOLY IN NATURE, OBEDIENT BY DESIGN. 

LYRICS:
HOLLUP HOLLUP
IM BOUT TO BREAK THIS BITCH OFF
BUT MY PISTOLA JAMMED UP AND NOW THIS PUSSY TRYNA TALK HIS WAY OUT
ON US DONE PUT SO MANY DEALERS ON
SHEPHERD OF THE CORNA
YOU TRIPPEN CAUGHT YOU SLIPPIN BUT IT DONT LOOK LIKE YOU WANNA
BREAK, MUTHAFUCKAS TRYNA CONVERSATE
WHILE IM 8 TABS DEEP INTO THIS PLAN I CONCENTRATE
SMACK A DAB AND CONTEMPLATE THE ORIGIN OF HURT AND HATE WHILE STUPID MUTHAFUCKAS PRAISING SATAN GOT THE TIME TO WASTE
CRACK IT LIKE ITS SIMPLE BOY IM DEEP OFF IN THIS POOL OF GAME
ITS MASTERFUL MANUVERS MAKE IT LOOK LIKE ITS EASY MANE
IM BAD TO THE BONE MY BOY ITS ANGER FLOWING THRU MY VEINS
THIS CRAZY MUTHAFUCKA WITH A TWISTED PLAN OF MORBID TASTE
YEA THESE HOES GONNA HATE
YEA THEY GON SHADOWBAN IT
REAL MOTHAFUCKAS AINT
GONNA GIVE A DAMN ABOUT IT
ALL THRU MY FUCKIN TOWN 
IM HARD TILL IM IN THE GROUND
YOUR TREE FELL BUT WHERES THE SOUND
THUNDER CHICKEN DIALED IT DOWN
OOH AHH BITCHES CASHING MOO LAA FOR ME
WHILE I TREK THROUGH PROJECTS AND PURSUE YALL HOMIES
GO THANK GOD CUZ HE GAVE YA ASS ANOTHER DAY RUNNIN
IF THE SHIT WAS UP TO ME I WOULD HAVE LAID YOU OUT BLOODY
BOY MY FINGERS FEEL FLAT AFTER I GRACED EM WITH THE TORCH
AND MY ANKLES STILL HURTIN FROM MY LEAP OFF THE PORCH
THE ADRENALINE YOU FEELIN AS YOU RUNNIN FOR YOUR LIFE
GOT YOU FUMIN N ASSUMIN BUT THERES NO TIME TO THINK TWICE

SHADOW BANNED (single)

SHADOOW BANNED

SHADOW BANNED (p. locdou)

Flipped Shame by Freddie Gibbs. Kept listening to this on my laptop so I felt the need to post it as I can now listen on repeat and maybe some of yall can enjoy too. As always, Thank you for listening!

Shame (that I made this)

God Knows What Ent.💡
me. point, blank.

Grime

maliq/pointblank/

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