Gotta say, I normally avoid commenting but huge props, your flow is truly amazing and I've become an ultra enthusiast.

Tag yourself im the shit that climbed out the toilet and made a soundcloud 

some of the obscure ultra comment sectons feel like an exclusive club

with @kill-bill-on-the-beat prod by ezekey ( @zeke-seamans )

a lesson in silence

Featuring a picture my partner drew of us as the cover! I have official music coming soon but for now have this little thingy I made today

Prod. Yogic Beats! https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6dfluMaGupTlVxUZccvvCQ/videos

better in love DEMO

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


Guardin' State (prod. BigPickleBeats)

prod. by @kastrosplace 
mixed/mastered by @geo_1022
Lyrics/Art/Recording by me

this didn't age well

Put some socks on with a coat over a hoodie
Pull hair back just to put the snail on top of head the noogie
Imma pull on kicks if black n white then imma take the campus
otherwise i'll stick with tony's all black out of canvas
Maybe? i'm not really sure
it still fits with blocks of colored squares
and i don't give a fuck what others think of what i wear
cuz now i got a cosby coogie sweater lookalike
and even with me drinkin water it's still tasting alright, so nice
i jus wanna vibe and buy that 40 dollar shit for one
and always check the board for deals on prices green tag yellow none

cuz a five for five is better than a one for two 
unless it's jammin out in parking lots to one cd with you
i don't care if music's trash or tender's cold
aux can bump till day grows old, convo stretching on till eyelids fold
and grandpa sweaters need to bust out in the sunset air
i don't care if giant shirts with tied up hair or cactii everywhere
just. it don't make a difference cut the bs that it's more work
if i can't see your face today i know i'll go berserk

by the paper i mean the new york time 
to go see you and find out why your eyes just make me smile
maybe it's that there's a mystery
so lemme know you better
maybe if it's getting cold we can go n share a sweater
in the weather like forever just together
just us two and i don't wanna leave no you without a lovely lady palindrome 
wait
tacocat because you love em so
but doggo puppers ease your soul
and i know that you do not wanna choose a favorite
but i do and i choose you like a pokemon but better
You electrify me burn me up until i’m ashes never
Paper on paper on paper on paper
I been writing songs about you
I been feelin down without you
I don’t wanna walk without you
I don’t wanna go do this shit
Ohh
Girl you make me feel more whole than if I filled a glass with tea
And I know that you hate it that I’m stubborn but I see
That you might be the one with looks and charm and all the inbetween
And I jus wanted to ask when you can come and see me

Chrosky | Paperlove (prod. KA$TRO)

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @headhaunter

Produced by: 
@knowmadicbeats

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa

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Lyrics:
You can find me at the noodle house in neo-Tokyo/
while slurping ramen unaware they're hunting me, I'm on my own/
and coping with the fact I've got a four year life span/
as vangelis synthesizers set the mood, I'm feeling typecast/
an android on the run where every minute is precious/
a constant ringing in my ear, the opposite of a deathwish/
pass crowds of neon umbrellas to run through dimlit streets/
I turn the corner to find myself playing parts in different scenes/
standing somewhere in Texas near a drug deal gone wrong/
with a suitcase full of cash and all the dealers long gone/
I take money the home, but unbeknownst to me, a bounty on my head/
ignore the phone that's ringing, 'fraid of being tracked down by the feds/
and that coin flipping villain with a captive bolt pistol/
stash the cash inside a motel vent and nap alone 'til the/
phone awakens me taking me to another scenario/
there's a green tint on everything, windows look just like emeralds/
a rotary phone in the room, but I refuse to pick it up/
there's Agents knocking down the door, I'd rather lose in fisticuffs/
they break right through, the bullets fly in slo-mo at me now/
I brace for impact but the whole program goes crashing down/ 


I shook the sand from my head/
a different environment, but still I'm stranded again/
rumbles in the distance, a convoy on the horizon/ 
of nonsensical vehicles with weapons promising violence/
now I'm hopping inside this modified Pursuit Special/
kick up orange dust and heat up this black-turned blue metal/
rip across this wasteland, in our cars with crude frames/
as crazed men shoot large harpoons and play guitars that spew flames/
I take a detour, aiming for that nuclear sandstorm/
I'll more than willing to lose them, can barely steer, hands torn/
from off the wheel, damn, the winds are harsh, the day is lovely/
car lifts up, from off the ground, I get thrown away from something/
I don't wanna face, wake up in a Subaru WRX/
I'm hard pressed to not stress about the subterfuge/
parked outside a bank, I'm the perfect getaway driver/
turn the ear buds up until that ringing melts away finally/
I can breathe, plan to leave and drive into that sunset/
turn over a new leaf, rewind and start it up fresh/
to some opening credits, a bright and flashy title card/
but first I have to answer this phone even though I don't want to-/

Headhaunter - Call Back Later

part 3 of sisyphus, i finished what samsa had started writing, then got chris to rap it


Lyrics:

I was here before nothing you know you existed 
I'll be here when everything you knew is gone  
I made you in my image, thought of you as children, 
Thought that I was finished, I admit it though, I think I'm wrong

You were naive to think that you were the first
I was naive to think that you'd be the last
Pointless at best, and more than cruel at worst,
I've talked to you like this a thousand times in the past

I was never born, will never die, I've seen your kind through heaven's eyes
Since Genesis you've been inventing pens to write and genocide
And just to spend the time I kindled light from the dark
Then from mist and chaos I created life from a spark

I fashioned storms and galaxies and DNA from spirals
Balanced tidal waves, planetary rings and solar cycles
And coded every photon, atom, evening, and morn
Made you out of clay and light and fire just 'cause I was bored

But though I've combed the multiverse there's nothing but monotony
The same-old mass-extinction now no longer even bothers me
So I'll uproot a pillar of creation or two
or maybe cause a trillion supernovae just to reboot

Set off interstellar fireworks from antimatter bombs
Then hatch a cosmic egg from scratch to yield a brand-new dawn
And though it always ends the same I've got no Elysium
In this infinite existence to alleviate tedium

But maybe life's absurd and I just need to rebel
Despite my certain fate it doesn't mean that it's hell
So I'll keep molding solar systems, that should be enough
Rolling boulders in the Holy Kingdom til the sun comes up

Sisyphus III?????

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)

Bugs Life

Contact Book (Prod. Lo'Fi Boy)

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

photo by ismael cosio
LYRICS ON GENIUS: https://genius.com/Mr-master-big-finish-lyrics

big finish

prod. @geo_1022
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter (that's me)

I think I got on the wrong train.

Lyrics:
I’m on the red line
ricocheted bullet train - white hot projectile
still asleep as we blur by
stirred by the end of line warnings, sayonara's, next times

the city pulled into frame fast
like the opening scene of a silver screen classic
and nostalgia comes slithering back
with disgust and desire coiled in the same bag

where the buildings all twist downward at nightfall
you’ll feel a drop as the clouds start a dialogue
where thunder’s more common than silence,
an idea’s more rare than round shards of light bulbs

then we glide underneath buzzing power lines
where the billboards say you’re running out of time
and the targeting systems 
that argue within every drone is heard with stunning sound design

where the guides know the answers but they won’t tell you 
and rogue spies stab each other in their hotel rooms
where the bars serve lost souls, as their old selves snooze
in the dirt with a thirst that they won’t quench soon or ever

and the goons always move together
where the feedback’s looping itself in a noose
and my train rolls through the nether
past a rainbow’s end that is melting to ooze


Where the neon drenched streets run empty
where the sea sits too still
where the air feels too heavy
and shadows fly drunk from the ink you spill x2


Shhh, the city’s still asleep
as downtown twitches in the middle of a dream
there’s eyes in the sewers, long fingers to the sea
where the cold case answers are hidden in the deep

and my train roars in the foggy morning
where the law and order’s got the tallest fence
and reporters are told to stop recording
or get drawn and quartered by the armoured mechs

where the who’s who is who’d you assume
producing cubed food too brutal to chew through
where doom and gloom just grew to full bloom, 
a fuse had just blew a few screws loose

and who knew taking coins from the slumbering dragon
was spending a few moons waking him up
now he flew here, poised above hundreds of banks where
the brokers in new suits pay him in blood

where serial killers find viable partners in crime
via apps as a likeable monster
and violent stepfathers in lab coats
are doing trial runs, to perfect every childhood trauma

where the sky is just cold dark space
except for the light of a single bright dot
the train doors open and don’t close again 
so I guess that this is my stop

big finish

mr. master

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