https://soundcloud.com/bigpicklebeats on the beat, masterfully
https://soundcloud.com/boof-radley on the raps, decently


Guardin' State (prod. BigPickleBeats)

Produced by Tranquis
Check out his page here:
https://soundcloud.com/tranquis

Music video dropping 8-28 at
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCP0uc4ngm32omHjBRotvYGA

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PC: Forest Dempsey

Perspectives (prod. Tranquis)

Prod. @abembeats
Mix. @ibr
Art. @passive155 (on twitter)

Lyrics:
Forest falls with beads of sweat, you've been chopping trees again/
you've been talking sweet revenge, with disembodied feline heads/
you can feel it in your molecules, it swirls inside your bones/
you want a world of your own, so you can burn it down and grow/
but the roots, they writhe like tentacles and never let go/
axe head will lay those pesky woods to rest with death blows/
don't choke or cough on fluids in your helmet, red bones/
and murder weapons swept up in a millisecond, get thrown/
around in flash floods, don't nod off, knock knock/
have to meet the quota like, chop chop, chop chop/
all your dearest friends are horizontal trees/
you barely eat and rarely sleep, mountains bottom row of teeth/

It's all you've ever known, cus it's all you ever do/
and it's all you'll ever know, cus it's all you'll ever do/
gather the forest and rip it all down/
until that dim blue sun has winked itself out/

You're looking so stagnant, transfixed on red stars/
blunt hatchet, you're scratching nonsense in dead bark/
lifelong interlude, trenchfoot, ships all set off/
on strong winds that had blew, while you're stuck in dense fog/
still swinging, still chipping it forevermore/
never make it to the sea, never with the rest ashore/
rest assured, you'll be here 'til you're one with the forest floor/
as some forage forced to fork your fortune over for the force/
of nature at your door, knock knock, vent a little bit/ 
let your arm extension fell the mess your living in/ 
woodchips explode, puked out the head of an axe/
make it blot out sun, and then you'll get to relax/

Chop Chop

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b_HOtUKcak

feat. @ibr
prod. @kastrosplace
mix. @ibr
art. me

Lyrics:
It's been about thirty two minutes or so/
and I'm clutching foolish optimism like she'll slip through the door/
and sit down with a story, telling of traffic -
"Would you care for a refill?"/
yeah, thank you, sorry I tend to overshare with people/
it's just I've had quite the crush on her for - "I'll be right back with your drink"/
oh well, it's only been sixty-one minutes I think/
clink ice cubes with a straw, the table's candles forming puddles/
rest my fist below my jaw, her car could be the source of trouble/
but she hasn't read the multitude of texts I sent, and I won't reprehend/
like it could be an emergency, or she went to bed, maybe she just -/
"Sorry to interrupt, but are you ready to order?
we're closing soon, I recommend the lobster on arugula, the dish is new and-"/
No, I'll get the fettuccine, please, with chicken/
text her one last time, it's urgent, damn, she knows the evening's ticking/ 
like I'm a decent guy, well, at least from what I've heard/
I don't think I'll find the courage to stand up and say goodbye/

and I'm still waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, resolve never waning/
and still I'm waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, I'm waiting and waiting/

I'm waiting for her to reply to my text/
I know it says "seen" but maybe she didn't see it just yet/
"I guess, but you've been here for three days, that doesn't seem strange to you?"  
So what? She's late, and this table's purely made for two/
my plate of food, has grown a bit cold in the past month/ 
but it's not too far fetched for someone to run late and catch up/
any second now, she'll- 
"Do you want this to go, or should I just throw it out, it's been a year-"/
No thanks, no point in acting like it's over now/
I know my beard's an overgrowth and I'm becoming one with this chair/
but a decade's nothing, I won't be the one who's under-prepared/
for the future, cause she'll arrive and we'll survive the ruins/
until time folds in upon itself, so what's your two cents?/
...hm, I guess he left or he closing up the business/
I can hear metallic thumping and explosions in the distance/
a stray dog is chewing on a human bone right by the entrance/
there's barbaric men outside and all they're toting make-shift weapons/
I just think it's odd she's hasn't tried to phone or send a message/
but I'll wait right here 'til time as we know it is non-existent/
I'll just wait here and drink until the last one's dry/
I mean c'mon really, I'm a stand up guy/

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Stand Up Guy (ft. ibrahim)

Rituals (feat Sora D)(prod. EZEKEY)

Art by me and @melithescary
Mixed and mastered by @disjointedbeats

Produced by @lordgramm

[Verse 1]
The morning wakes me with a gentle hand
Wrestles me from bed and wipes away protective pentagrams
That’s enough, I know my rights at least, I read the law
Alright, I don’t read nonfiction and the law, the least of all

The paintings that she gave me greet me from the eastern wall
Antique recorders sleep where she’d be, if she wouldn’t be so far
Lately I’ve been thinking more in prose, it worries me
What if Courage the Cowardly Dog could be more Couragely

What if I try a plunge from the peak of useful thought
And like a sponge, soak my head and scuba in a cooler bog
What if I were to rap and wear a dirty derby hat
And blurt: “I think it’s working I can feel the wording surging back!”

I’m kinda like a serpent coiled around a traffic cone
Feeling like a riddle, in a nonsequential palindrome
Have I neglected my ambitions, have I been devout?
I eat my breakfast on the balcony and think aloud

[Hook]
 A shortie in a yellow rain hat
Was sitting by the river with her fishing rod and laying back
She hooked an oyster heart from the riverbed
And gave it a name and some love and a cigarette

A couple puffs and the oyster opened up to cough
And when she leaned in, it spoke and told her not to fall
The heart was bigger than the place the thing was living at
She struck it with her vorpal blade and cracked it with a snicker-snack

[Verse 2]
With my breakfast done, I toss the crumbs on the lawn
For the birds to munch on and dodge a swan song
They need to eat, like a certain other songbird
I’m yearning for an encore from her at every concert

I hope she’s watching where she’s paddling
And using caution when she’s traveling and being bedazzling
She can be clumsy in the sweetest way
But won’t admit it, I still worry for her punk ass either way

She gave a candle to me and I plan to savor it
Don’t wanna burn the wick, I may be saving it, yep
Fearsome eyes like hundred thousand piercing knives
A dopey smile cute enough to clear the dreary skies

I hope you’re goofing off and feeling like a champion
I should take my plate inside for rinsing and get language-ing
Down the rabbit hole, this time around it’s not so bad
I even kind of have a goal this time around, I’m not so mad

[Hook]

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Souwester (Prod. Lord Gramm)

feat. @atwood
prod. @officialbiosphere and @citygrl
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I can't seem to say a word but i hope that you see the message in my eyes
And i know this sounds absurd but girl i still feel our connection in the silence
I'm mumbling around you
You still hang around me
I love that i found you
But i just cannot speak
In the presence of a goddess 
Girl i think you keep me quiet
And i like it

Oh man, I think it's love at first sight
I hope I dream the same scenario that runs through her mind
I've got the wherewithal to play it out, take her out to outer space
I've planned the date down to a science, while her eyes just, how you say, uhh

nevermind, I'm trying to say she's something else
she manipulates my glacial heart, that her tongue could melt
I'm hunkered down in bunkers 'round a lovely battlefield
my safety's on, but all the butterflies still flutter out the gun barrels

I think a cat got my.. what's it called
we had locked eyes once and you could cut the tension with uh, something sharp
tons of sparks and other smart metaphors formed between us
in uncharted territory, need to procure some visas

like those triangle things in Giza, so visually stunning/
I'm a sucker for that uhh colored hair and her lips are so lovely
like the damn, what's the word, her freckles like stars that speckle the sky or something
I don't know I think my mind is buffering, I'm just speechless

Hook

You've got the. .touch.. of. a million angels
A pill i take to levitate to go higher than rainbows

A.... a.... no I've got it on the tip of my tongue hold on

Oh! And you're an angel
Okay hang on
I know that wasn't very charming but
Your alabaster keys strike the strings of my heartbeat
And make me stop and think, well. .not think.. i mean partly
But i just cannot seem to find something that hits the mark
How'd this even start?
Maybe i should buy a teleprompter
Type out all my sentences ahead of time
Finesse these awkward situations
But maybe that wouldn't be genuine
And I'd begin to slip into a state of charted destinations
A place so far away from yesterday's cathartic stasis
Guess it's hard to say that when my tongue's tied I still feel amazing
You make me feel amazing
You make me feel amazing
You make me uhhhh

Speechless w/ Atwood (prod. biosphere & City Girl)

i take no credit:
@atlas
@love-sadkid
@aimless

atlas & love-sadkid - internet personas from yours truly (mashup)

Written by: Reed Pake
Produced by: https://soundcloud.com/tsii
Album art by: https://soundcloud.com/miiyulky
Mixed/Mastered by: Blindsightmix & John Garcia

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
All I wanna know is if you’re proud of me now/
After you crossed every single one of boundaries, while/
I let you overpower me and devour me down/
I’m cowering almost hourly, but outwardly I smile/
How could I’ve allowed you to sway me to think I’m inadequate/
Yet you’re stayin’ adamant claimin ’ you’re my greatest advocate/
Sayin’ that I’m too passionate to ever create some average shit/
And that’s why your expectations for me are so extravagant/ 
Now and I’ll drown if I try to hit this high-water mark/
Like a starvin’ shark, you circle me ‘till I fall apart/
Tellin’ me I got a lot of spark, to butter me up with your false remarks/
But when I stumble you spit on my art and you rip it apart like ya don’t got a heart/
Yeah, it’s a coin flip and you play me like a joy stick/
But it’s pointless to avoid it, when you’re poisoned to enjoy it/
So even though I begrudge it, I’m puttin’ my head to the musket/
‘Cause fuck it I know that you’ll love it, to you I’m nothin’ but a puppet/

Verse 2:
So I’m dressin’ to the nines to feel closer to a ten/
And when I’m fleshin’ out my lines, I focus on my skeletons/ 
Affection I’m beggin’ for all the time, but no one’s checkin’ in/
And so I’m stressin’ in my mind, relyin’ on my medicine/
To help me cope with the fallout ‘cause I’m all out of steam/
I should’ve crawled out my bed, not just fall back asleep/
Right when I thought I was free, you sought me ought in my dreams/
Where no one could hear me when I called out to scream/
See, I’d subdue you with therapy and flush you out with meds/
But when the times you took care of me came rushin’ back to my head/
I’d dread to share my grief with someone else conductin’ in your stead/
‘Cause there’s no guarantee I’d be better without your punishments/
When I fuck up, you spurt your curses and tell me that I deserve it/
But when you’re pushin’ me to be perfect, blemishes bubble up onto the surface/
And I need to be more assertive, ‘cause you’re gnawin’ at my health/
But is it even really worth it, when I’m just talkin’ to myself/

Can't Catch Myself (Prod. TSII) - Single

Spotify/Apple Music

Can't Catch Myself (prod. TSII)

photo by martin gonzalez
LYRICS ON GENIUS: https://genius.com/Mr-master-annihilates-sjws-with-facts-and-logic-compilation-lyrics

LYRICS ON GENIUS

annihilates sjws with facts and logic compilation

LISTEN ON YOUTUBE: https://youtu.be/SvwhKDrld9I
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Funny thing about motivation.
It’s not a week long seminar 
at some beachside resort and spa. 
Ice breakers with nice strangers. 
Distrustful trust falls. 
Seven easy, twelve easy, 
twenty-five easy steps and that’s all. 
Some people need that. 
A format, a road map. 
They’re so lost about where they wanna go, 
they don’t even know where they’re at. 
And it works. 
But once you dig yourself out of that hole, 
it’s not like the film ends and the credits roll, it’s- 
The funny thing about motivation is it’s not a party. 
It’s not a drum beat in your chest 
echoing through your body. 
Each day isn’t a dragon to slay, 
a battle for your army. 
Temporary life mottos 
scribbled in permanent Sharpie. 
Some people need those. 
Credos. Words to live by. 
Metaphors and allegories to fit yourself inside. 
And it works. 
But take away the glitz and the guts 
and let that luster get a little rust... 
The funny thing about motivation is… 
is that it’s disappointing. 
All it really boils down to 
is strengthening your inner voice 
and that’s not loud, that’s not bright, 
that’s not an interesting story. 
Books don’t get written about 
small personal victories 
because that would be boring. 
But small personal victories 
are what’s truly human. 
Funny thing about motivation is that 
it’s not a crowd chanting over moving music. 
It’s a single pat on your back saying, 
“You can do this.”

It’s muted.
It’s quiet. 
Sometimes it’s silent.

Funny thing about procrastination. 
Sometimes it's not 'cause you're lazy. 
Snoozin' your alarm so you can stay asleep 
every day of the week until the due date's reached. 
Stayed up all night to turn it in late, incomplete. 
Some people do that. 
Who can't? 
Chapter 2 Math 
sounds so much sadder than 
afternoon nap. 
So you don't work. 
But it’s not just putting off for later 
so you can watch some vlogger’s day first. 
I heard somebody 
who studied decision making 
for years get asked, 
“Have you gotten better at 
making decisions in your own life?” 
He said no. 
Right? 
Like if he was researching this whole time, 
how does he not know by now? 
But the funny thing is
being smarter doesn’t make you more productive. 
You just get better at justifying your poor judgement. 
More convincing excuses. 
More lenient sentences. 
Better intentions to pave the road to hell with. 
All this to say that I’m not lazy. 
I just trust that tomorrow me 
will be wiser than today me. 
Blindly, faithfully. 
Trusting the process. 
But if I give it all to God, so to speak, 
what have I got left? 
If I keep pushing the deadlines back, 
I’ll be dead by the time I react. 
And that’s not laziness. 
Or maybe it is that. 
Funny thing about procrastination. 
It hits back. 

It’s a tought fight.
And I’ve lost sight. 
But I’m still tryin’. 
I’ll be alright.

annihilates sjws with facts and logic compilation

mr. master