Bailing Water

I need a 5-String.

Alien Spaceship Or Something

I dreamt my delusions of grandeur realized
A psychopathic horror
hemorrhaged in my wake lies
Woke up fresh faced, nominal worlds in black and white
Then start a new phase where members convinced under the thinnest guise

Logics never ending
Never changing
Never fading 
The effervescent 
Adolescent’s 
Quest to sentence 
Men to step in

Step into the lions den
The statements pen
a poignant end
appointments then
to point at them
when left to grin at statements when

A million Haitians stand
Six billion hating when 
I break the stands
and shake the hands 
of business men
awaiting him

the chords are dropping hard
the chorus applauding god
I find it odd
that they applaud
when I’m the one deserving laud


Desires of a liar
came to light when grabbed the pliers
he reside inside the fire we decide that he expires
we decide that he retire
he resign when we inquire
with vice grips split
his melancholy into ire

Visions of a narcissist
when you perceive how hard it is
when taught as kid
that god forgives
when pawns endorse his sponsorship
dishonored tithes; a partnership
accomplices comping none of it
the son of sin
we born to it
the hill we killed our only kin

I dreamt my delusions of grandeur realized
A psychopathic horror
hemorrhaged in my wake lies
Woke up fresh faced, marginal worlds desaturized
Then start a new age where numbers make sense under the dimmest lights

Logics never ending
Never changing
Never fading 
The effervescent 
Adolescent
Quest to sentence 
Men to step in

Step into the lions den
The statements pen
a poignant end
appointments then
to point at them
when left to grin at satin’s sins

A million Haitians stand
Six billion hating when 
I shake the stands
and break the hands 
of business men
awaiting him….

Moniker/LOGIK- Sequence_01_Projekt_Summer

Lyrics:

A kind of madness was seeping into the ground.
The colors faded and there was madness.
We were chopping wood,
Waiting for the hours to pass;
We were bundling clothes,
Chattering the tension away.

But soon the stripped landscape held little
To occupy our restless hands.
We were digging holes
In the earth with our nails;
We were slinging mud,
Burying the tension away.

Choking down mounds of dirt
And filling (feeling) the gaps in our chests,
We were shredding throats,
Cursing circumstance;
We were burning records
To warm our senses.

Shadow trails staggered departures
As our paths diverged under the moonlit sky.
I was throwing voice
Against mountains to frighten monsters;
I was stacking stone,
Harboring the madness.

The breathy sigh of morning knifed through
My winter tomb of hibernation.
I was straining ear
To hear nature’s murmur;
I was fleeting foot,
Escaping the madness.

It was dawn of the second day
When I first caught a glimpse of you.
I was tasting air
As an infant, curious and aware;
I was seeing color,
A vibrant spectrum once again.


Dawn

Hook:

1, 2, count em off like a drummer boy/
Said stand at attention swear that you don't want the drama boy/
how the fuck you frontin like you hard when you a mama's boy?/
honest boy, 
drama gonna land u in the trauma ward/

Verse 1:

HTX, but I live about an hour north/
Still rep it/
Still gettin money like a shower, pourin/
still Griffin, if i'm havin issues imma power forward/
hit me with the blizzard, imma get to work n plow it over/
Tol her "hoe I'm comin over, gon n get the shower goin/
Imma buss it open, hit it slow, before I plow it over"/
Light a blunt n blow it gettin dome, I'm smokin sour doja/
goin for an hour, gettin closer, now her mouth is sore/
finish whatchu started, ian fuckin with a towel thrower/
she get wit the business/
i get finished then I'm out the door/
grab my celly, text from Kelly/
“tell me is you bout it boy”/
send her back, “i'll see you in a minute"/ 
pedal’s down, I’m floorin/
IT! Flyin round the city in the foreign whip!/
I aint get it from a dealer, boy,/ 
Shit’s imported in/
God damn, think I’m only fuck with some foreign chicks/
I’m in a different immigrant like erry night, I’m touristin’/
Lord if it aint crazy/
Lord if it ain’t crazy what these bitches do just for the dick/
Lord this shit is crazy/
Lord i’m thinkin maybe I should take a break, I’m sore as shit, IGH!/

[Hook]

Breakdown:

bitch drop down/
Drop that ass down south/
bring it back around/
drop it to the ground/

Verse 2:

said, drop it down south for a bout it muhfucka/getcha 
friends to do it witcha it’s a rally muhfucka/
then bring it back around like it’s valet muhfucka/
drop it down erry time like finale muhfucka/
a round of applause, they throwin flowers n dollars/
imma holla atcha daughter, n prolly call up her moms/
dog I’m honest to god, guess im the father of suave/
cuz I got all of these broads n they tryna slob on my knob/
they wanna polish mahagony/
wanna swallow my progenies/
imma hotter commodity/  
than the water in mali be/
drop some molly in water/
down the bottle start partyin/
keep a tab on ya thottie, she/
finna hop in the car with me/
then it’s gas up, mi casa/
su casa, she pasa, the swisha/
right back ta this mista, she shotgun/
right afta she inhale the ganja/
im fixin ta hit it n switch this freak into a mama/

[Hook]

Fancy - Aidan K [Iggy Azalea REMIX]

remix of Mikey D's song "Err Body Wanna", kept the flow and hook the same, used a different beat and wrote my own verse following a similar theme. Thought it sounded dope so i figured i'd upload it.

Verse:

errybody got pipe dreams/
well load a bowl up/
Errybody want the lime light/
But aint room enough/
Errybody like extra dough/
but only eatin thin crust/
errybody think they got flow/
but just ask who they stole it from/
and this shit is all relative/
nobody know what you goin through/
But don't forget who ya relatives/
and the people who was there for you/
errybody tryna hit the road to fame/
throwin homies under buses/
thinkin shit's plug n play/
well I’m finna leave em thunderstruck/
errybody think what they got to say/
"Well that shits important"/
lemme say, just cuz u got a brain/
don't mean we wanna hear ya voices/
errbody say believe in fate/
when they got choices/
everybody wanna have faith/
Hungover on a Sunday morning/
errybody think if they pray/
well, they get an answer/
They wanna be go getters/
but they don't wanna go get it/
Everybody think they got the drive/
Pushin round automatics/
everybody wanna be clutch/
With they stallin habits/
Everybody think they know shit/
Till you really ask em/
everybody think they so slick/
When they really actors/
Everybody 'so over shit'/
When they ain't even close to passin/
They tellin hoes to gon’ repent/
When they ain't eem meet the pastor/
everybody wanna do the most/
but they don’t wanna be the best/
Everybody wanna be the host/
But they ain't wanna clean the mess/
Everybody wanna cash a check/
Unless it’s signed reality/
Nobody wanna accept/
livin within they salaries/

Hook:

Errbody wanna be, wanna be, wanna be/ x4

Err Body Wanna - Aidan K (remix)

candler road

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