https://soundcloud.com/user-319249476/off-white-instrumental

From the empty depth of space the human race is just a breath
Just a second of the present fore you reckon with your death
On this planet that is precious with it placement so precise
That if it shifted just a bit, it would become encased in ice

My rhyme stretching back, cosmic past, a path unbroken
To the beginning of time, genetics lines be so potent
The sole surviving sperm among another hundred million
All my fingers and toes,  mine my mind to find the brilliance

We got them trees let us breath and the bees the keep us fed
And the meat of all these creatures proceeds to feed us when they dead.
My brain changes some membranes, to wrap my thoughts up in this sound.
I put a seed up in some dirt and my fucking food comes from the ground.

Fuck me if that’s lucky, struck me more like blessed, 
You could take it all for granted and trade enchantment for distress
I confess I’m guilty too, when my soul beholds the heavens
Stepping in a filthy shoe, hold my bones, I’m rolling sevens.

VVORM FOOD [Prod. by Leo the Asian)

Samsa Early

sometimes - samsa (prod. Proleter)

Blank note book labeled 2022
Hope against hope won’t be 2020 II.
I ain’t talking bout the news, blue checks vs Qs
Take it all in stride riding in another person’s shoes

That I got second hand cuz my hourly’s minute
Keep me from branching out steady stomping on my roots
But they forgot the fruit, that’s where I keep the juice
Fermenting in the firmaments, venting all the fumes.
 
Weapons Grade lemonade, yeah we made do
But its tree planting season, I’m trying to make new
The genesis is delicate I learn’t it all from Dune
And I can’t wait to teach it all to my daughter in the womb

Boom, we gonna need a bigger book
If she gets her momma’s eyes hope she never learns  the look
The genetics be prophetic, the rest is etiquette and ethics
Blessed to be a part of it, the art of it: poetic

Indebted to the past, hope she make some new idols
Writing her own path hope she breaks a few cycles
Indebted to the past, hope she breaks a few idols
Writing her own path, hope she makes some new cycles

Cycles

Moses Flow, know i put the time in
Sunning These mummies like Tutankhamen
Nominated as your Daddy, Sadly i had to ghost
Elevated to the godly, my wrath had the most

High son, Eye on the horizon
Hope you can cope for the plague of locusts flies in
Rivers run red with the blood of the martyrs
Fuck the first born I’m coming for your daughters
 
Slaughtering those with the faltering flows
Till the offering grows, steady watering ho's
Seeded all of eden, no need for gardener
Bleeding what i’m feeding, pharaoh heart hardener

Boils and  the pestilence
Plagues be the preference
The blistering condition for lice up in the  residence
Frogs in the rain cloud thunder made it clap
And Before i part the red sea
seems we need a fade to black.
 

Basket Case

Vocals:
Shere Kahn: https://soundcloud.com/iamfaceless
Mirkyj: https://soundcloud.com/mirky-j

Production:
Whatnik: https://soundcloud.com/whatnik
Alliswe11: https://soundcloud.com/alliswe11



Basket Case

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