featuring
@03greedo

produced by
@djflippp

MONOPOLIZE (ft. 03 GREEDO) (PROD. DJFLIPPP)

Lyrics:

Bloody numbers 
Cold gospel
Imma fuck that

Redigested in the vortex
Need the junk bad

Need the garbage need the shit
I need a bus pass

Get me anywhere but here
I’ve seen enough rats

Notice crushing contexts
Imma break the fourth wall

Now im going ghost
Im not here at all

In a mansion
Im advancening
Goin somewhere
Im in fashion

Dog walk got mystical
Know my leash so biblical
Impotence on imbeciles
We dont want em on principle

We dont want em to be visible
Behind the scenes makin mircales
For the scapegoat criminals
Militance just typical 

I see them
Brain been cleated
By doctors
Off their reason

Im leakin
Keep my teeth in
Or else my time
Will cease its

A deformed limb
On my side an
An Apple store
On my right

You said you loved me you lied
Im gettin hella crazy


Sippin afterbirth
I love poison
I love creating but not as
Much as destroying

All the same thing
I think the game changed
It’s been modded
Something wrong not on the same phase

A different wavelength
seein money trees
seein silent lawyers
Shitting on our heart disease

I’m seein pregnant women
Shitting on the broken streets
Im seein aliens the day these
Doctors open me


Data minded as im stomping
On these overies
Walk on the chemtrail
Looking for some dopamine

Getting motionless
Picking at my open screen
Waiting for the tralfmadorians
To say They’ve chosen me

Saw into the   future
Through the opening
Hopefully
Looking at that king i hope i Know its me

In the meanwhile catch me selling
protein
On the phone imma blow
Got me ghosting

"BEAMY" THE ALBUM SEPT. 27TH !
ORIGINAL SONG: https://soundcloud.com/drinkinaloefeelinshallow/fuck-fashion-punks-prod-luisproducedit

HAPPY BDAY @luisproducedit & @afourteen <3

fuck fashion punx (nascar aloe remix)

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=935ny05P_VI

Milk Man is Dead - Full Project Drops October 13th

I feel like Cobain
Its all on my mind
I need my Cobain
Im living a lie

I eat my Cobain
On top of the hive
cause Im the one
And im killing getting liked
I wanna feel it

All the time

Yea yea yea yea
No no no no
Yea yea yea yea


Cobain
Own the name
You can ask him bout me
Oh wait forgot you can’t
This is the map around me


hyperreal its clouding

What would you do without me

(Bee)

I dont know

I dont know


I dont know shit

illiteracy my bitch

Boutta be the king

I will serve my servants this 

Aaaa

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Make a wish

You get this

Lets begin 



Are you ready?

Cobain (MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

CO PROD. WENDIGO FT WENDIGO

young cxrpse
just a kid in the back
of the catholic classes 

was sitting dreaming
making moves
everybody just acting 

i went to college
just to say 
that i made that shit happen

i hated life
went insane 
and resorted to sadness

left home
got on a plane
and said fuck the professors 

i went to texas 
thinking damn
that would make me feel better

end up questioning my worth
and it made me feel lesser 

said ima dip right out to cali
get my shit together

nobody cared
they saying cxrpse
you never gon make it

my parents call
fuck that shit 
take my phone and i break it 

got on my flight 
and then i landed
who glad that i made it

i didn’t make it 
did drugs
all for just getting faded 

i lost my self
and shed my ego 
thought i found my lilo

i blasted off like a torpedo
temp lower than zero

going insane i need a hero
like 
robert de niro

i hated everything 
and everyone
feel like i’m shiro


people at home
treating me 
like i’m not doing nothing

creating something
through this work
if you see me you love it

and then the tables turn
and people
you love just say fuck it

cuz where i’m from
the bar is low
and i’m rising above it

ignore the bullshit
and keep buzzin
while niggas keep bussin

huffin and puffin
i don’t care nigga
change the discussion

if i don’t like you ima beat on your face like percussion

cuz i’m a change the world so quick like the push of a button




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PAST-PRESENT

Lyrics:

Behind the curtain
Lies the clock
Where all time live
And workin every spot

Got a curse i make
It god
Wings wrapped around
My chrysalis is on

This is my church
This shit my psalm
The altered destiny 
Is moving towards the ra

Bitch get with it
Come along


Shape shifter
Give your brain blisters
Fingering the fission
Friction mixing warp the picture

God i am the trickster
We walk on liquid scripture
We talk the triple sixer
Lucifer the shining ishtar

Machine elves dancing
Getting real excited when
They see what i be sampling

Bring the light my name is samson
Too much for your senses
Glitch your hippocampus

Clockwork (feat. Mavo)

Lyrics:

Play remote controller 
Shifting onto
Logic
Popping want some
Topics goin gonzo

Wanna swallow some myopics
Need it pronto
Won’t accept the perfect bitch ya know we 
Love that pong flow

Build a console
Play it makin combos
Start a new game
And then turn that shit to compost

Rhizome
Gyrate
Make the mind blow

Grindstone
Vibrate
Forming biomes



Dark matter data
Hatching egg sacs
Thunderclap
Big bang
Omega boutta stretch back

Bizzare pattern batter
Cooking sex acts
Wonderland
Yin yang
Walk in like an expat

Men in Black
Pen and pad
Writing raps

Time lapse
Fight em back
Suit and tie don’t like that

Sliding down the pipe like mario
Material world gettin bypassed

Robert Anton Wilson:

As far as I know the cia has a term, useful idiot. Now that describes somebody that's working for them and doesn't know it. And I find it a very useful yoga to stop at least once a day and ask, "am I a useful idiot?" You'd never know.

Remote Control

Lyrics:

Start me up
Good morning
Popping orchids
New dimension Quadrant warping

Get so high i am horus
The giant tortoise
Maturin moving forces

Whole world on my back
 corpus
Writing down this universe
Time to go record it

Enormous
My name always expanding
Adding to whats cannon
Might scrap it like abaddon



Formless creation
Give you a new sensation
The truth is unchanging
Stillness solve the equation

Exceed your limitations
Throw out your expectations
If you do it for the culture
Then you’ll never make it

Breaking 4th wall
Shapes escape the glass bowl
Down the anal staircase
Awaken out the asshole

Trash star burning
Recirculate to gold
Catch me blackhole
Surfing the paths are switching modes

The past intertwining with imaginary time its
Reacting to my mind
All the planets have aligned

In my iris
Reflecting all this light
Look like diamonds
Dance with the spiral
In the silence

Event horizon
Depths of space
Praying like a pilot
One with the essence
Hear the shining
Tryna find it

Stairway to heavens
climbing
I am the one
Who designed it


The more you know the less you understand
Imma keep it spinning like the hexagram

The More You Know

art by @lildvrkie
mixed by @ssjcxrpse

everybody gets fucked up

everybody gets fucked up

people dont change for
anything 
it all makes it harder to care

bitch
i got a muthafuckin bone to pick
in squalor regardless so
fuck what all the voters think
hand inside the muthafuckin sink
poison in my muthafuckin throat
and so i choke with the rest
he got the 
gold to hide like dicks on haight
pulled aside lookin in both his eyes he close the blinds
on everything i ever process
everything they fed us nonsense
guess it’s better content

every sequence
pressin imprints in my chest nobody ever needed this
i’m pressin towards an end fuck all the music ego bullshit
i do what i want and what they wont if they foldin on a trick ima have to pull it
if they got it then they muthafuckin stole it
as if it dont belong to us all
i dont got a problem wit yall
just know the tallest will fall
and we’ll never call a resolve
until we all in the walls
we’ll never call a resolve
until we all in the walls

repeat after me
dumb muthafucka die muthafucka dumb muthafucka die muthafucka dumb muthafucka die

bobo (prod. me)

Lyrics:
	anxiety
	beating my ass again
	why oh why
	i dont know why i try
	youre not there
	i should die
	hold me close hold me tight

	i been feeling so down
	down
	i been feeling so down

	 thinking i need a hug
	maybe i need a drug
	maybe i need your love
	do you believe in us

	enough to let go if you had to
	if you had 	
	now you’re so far away 	I cant even see your face
	all the pain that I could take
	this shit feels like im bouta break
	and all the things I do for us
	id give it just to find your love
	there aint nobody I can trust

ANXIETY(PROD.SOLSA)

Lyrics:
        yo its CXRPSE
        but im making faggot niggas cadavers
	the underground been full of flies i take a swatter and splatter
	i live to piss these niggas off cuz they dont know nothing matters
	while niggas mad behind a screen im smoking blunts full of shatter
	nigga fuck the president and fuck elections
	yall be watching cnn im dealing with depression
	niggas be on bars with no type of recollection
	why white niggas rap and they sound like they one direction?
	fuck you
	ima get mine
	ima get by
	im catching the vibe
	nigga if we was in the jungle you would not be alive 
	a bunch of monkey ass niggas sucking dick to survive
	whats that a opp nigga?
	he got caught by surprise
	i woke up i got bored and shaved my head
	then i got up on the internet and wished that i was dead
	then i looked at spider gang and i realized that we ahead 
	and after that i cracked a smile and took my stupid ass to bed
	niggas aint doing shit with they lives 
	it must suck living a lie
	like a burger of shit with some fries
	cop a bottle of liq with the guys
	nigga you wasting yo time
	you prolly shouldntve bought a microphone
	everybody raps
	you think its fun you finna die alone
	dumb nigga sipping double cups full of styrofoam
	you ran through like some pussy
	ima call yo ass a sloppy joe

	dont forget the x when you spell the name nigga
	dont forget the x when you spell the name 
	x2

	wait wait-
	“niggas stealing money for heroin from collectives”
	these niggas parasitic they bugs and its infectious
	its fine to justify from a dumb pussy perspective
	they all wanna be respected
	rapping is contraceptive
	big chains dangle we already been detected
	its fake
	its a shame when yo career fall on yo face
	then you work that 9-5 and all yo jewelry go to waste
	all that dopamine is gone and you cant even masturbate
	maybe invite some bitches over-
	oh wait

Remote Control

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