Verse 1:
I'm living Good, Bad, and Ugly, 
These angel eyes'll grip hoes,
And I'm Tuco Benedicto, 
cause I'm too cold when I spit flows,
And I've been gold, like a Blondie, 
Still frozen in kill mode,
When I break rhymes down like rillos, 
Like a pistola, I spill loads,
Walk lightly, loud when I sound off,
Punchlines throw you to the left, like a southpaw,
Tough time knowing I'm the best, I'm an outlaw,
Get up out your motherfucking seats right now, y'all,
I wanna take a party with me on the highway,
Till they send a posse to deliver me to my grave,
Keep a pussy popping, baby, you ain't gotta migrate,
Mix a little weed with the beef, playing high stakes,

Chorus (x2):
Hey baby, ever met an outlaw,
Come and take a little ride, we can bounce off,
Drink a drink and smoke a j, have an ounce gone,
I ain't worried bout your mind, what's your mouth on,
In the south all the time, so I'm down home
Got a chicken every cougar wanna pounce on,
Get a ticket, take a ride, when my sound's on,
From the ground to the crown, I'm an outlaw,

Verse 2:
Don't provoke my thoughts, they'll bite you back,
Motherfucker, I'll murder you in a cypher rap,
You ain't as tight as that, you ain't even got a right to snap,
Trying to make a prediction how I might react,
But the price is paid, been at this for nights and days, 
And months and years, ready to ignite the game,
With the type of flame heating up a dyke or dame,
Cause I be diggin into bitches when the pipe is laid,
From Mississippi finna leave you feeling shitty, 
Like a fifth of henny, chuggin till there really isn't any,
Getting silly in it like a bud up in a Philly,
When I'm fucking up your town, bust a nut up in your city,
Got a problem with sex and drugs,
When I hit the bottom it was the best there was,
Less than love, the next is up, step to Bud, 
With a record clutched, ready to impress a bunch,

Chorus (x2)

Verse 3:
Coming back at it with a bad habit, 
Spit it and make the fucking glass shatter, when Imma lash at it, spasmatic,
Picking the pen and I'm wrecking the pad, truly, I'm a crash addict,
Did it again with a devilish laugh, moving through the last chapter,
With the ash scattered, Phoenix on the rise, feenin for the prize,
See it in my eyes, reaching for the skies, 
Keeping a den of demons and my pieces intertwined, 
I tend to then release it when the teeth have been applied,
Think it's about time that we stop the fiction,
I cock the steel, blow away the competition,
You're not for real, your image ain't a proper vision,
Got to listen to me when I rock the sickness,
To the MonuMent in me when I talk demented,
Never on the level with my thoughts restricted,
Caustic mixture of all the thoughts you censor,
When I paint it in your mind you really bought the picture,

Chorus (x2)

MonuMental - Outlaw Prod. By The Gonz

This is some of my very oldest work, from 3-4 years ago, so forgive the quality and obvious change in elevation. I just got tired of it sitting around collecting dust.

Smoke Town prod. by MonuMental and Grand Fanali (808's)

MonuMental - The Night prod. by The Gonz

MonuMental - Waiting prod. by MonuMental

Domination written and prod. by MonuMental

Verse: 1
From day one, I've been caged up, way fucked,
For the back stabbers, I lashed at em' and the blade stuck,
I'll be tippin bottles, with a pissy wobble, in a daze, drunk,
with a dank blunt, get away punk, my day sucked,
Never gonna see me front like a big shot, but I run with a pump and a sick Glock,
Come from the Sipp, not a chump that'll get rocked, trying to beat time, gotta run from the tick tock,
So, mothafuck any wrist watch, hit a switch on my tongue and it flip flops,
Got a bitch in the trunk and a big block, cocaine, dope drain, no brain, trick, watch,
I'm a veteran ahead of my time, I went to hell and the motherfuckers said it was mine,
Gotta get up in the head of the line, a better design, something you could never define,
Fell from the rank of an angel, came for the meal but I've taken the table,
Erasing the fear but the faith was a fable, a saint with a spear and a brain in a tangle,
I've been trying to fly with a broken wing, and my head weighed down with a golden dream,
Soul demeaned, no hope to sing, focusing on a time when I sew the seams,
Can't state what the purpose is of the place in my head where the verses live,
But I came from the dead with an urge to give a courteous vision of the murderous//

Hook:
It's domination, I'm complicating your operations,
No contemplation, my occupation's a confirmation,
The proper payment is bodies laying across the pavement,
I drop a statement and lots of lamens'll flock to take it// (x2)

Verse: 2
When I grab a mic, I'm unstoppable, and if a Bastard bites, he better cock n' pull,
Fast as lightning, with a passion: writing, when I smash the life within your molecules,
Running with a wolf pack, never gonna look back, need em' in a battle, call em out of the den,
Lack of faith, an automatic offense, I laugh at fate, and then I shatter the trends,
You ain't never seen a flow like that and it goes right back to the goal I have,
Keep records of the foes I slash, and I pay for the medicine if a hoe writes back,
Can't help that I'm Godly, son, no contest and I probably won,
Hope y'all rest when I blot the sun, proton death, bet Mon is done,
Domination with a body raining when I lock a laser, propagate a lot of hate, I've got the combination,
Rock a nation, any God or pagan, if you're not a native, any thought I'm thinking'll probably push you to follow Satan,
In the middle of a man's mind, dancing with the devil in a crater full of land mines,
Millimeters spilling many people intervening in the evil and I mean I never hate it when I stand blind,
Menacing, dark, quicker to start to pick em' apart, with the wickedest heart, the spirit departs,
Militant marred with sickening scars given when I've risen in arms in the venomous arts, bit of a farce,
Looking at me and they wonder when I'm taking over like a bit of happy in the skillet with the baking soda,
When I finish snapping in my rapping Imma wrap it up and tap it in the passion I inhabit cause I made the quota//

Hook

Domination - written and prod. by MonuMental

The Feeling's Mutal(M)

This is an experimental sound for me. I would classify it as "Trip Hop" in the fashion of Massive Attack and other such artists. I sampled a few sounds and custom built the arps. I'll only have this available for public view for a short while, so if you dig it, let me know.

Adrift (Instrumental)

This is just an instrumental I sat down and had some fun with. It has a really sexual vibe, which is not what I was intentionally going for, but I find that most of the time the beat makes itself. 

Save Me

This is a chilled out track I made. I hope you enjoy. 

Clouds

This is just a mood that I discovered and ran with. I hope you enjoy!

Epiphanic Awakening

Just another ill sound from yours truly. 

Stacktastic

What can I say? Nearly seven minutes of the most mellow, mind melting music ever before manufactured by man. Check it out and tune in to MY vibe. 

Triptopolis

I don't know quite how to tack a label on this one. It's just a track, I suppose. Enjoy. 

Unrequited

A beat I probably won't use since I no longer rap. No, you can't use it. Art displayed is an original render sampling the work of noted photographers. 

Check out this R&J (Rhythm&Jazz) instrumental that I just created. Super smooth, good for chillin and vibing under these fall skies.

Autumn Nights

Lyrics:

[MonuMental]
It's like hell opened up and I fought my way out, felt such a rush on the darkest day, crowned,
The king of all the demons only seen in nightmares, coming and wreaking havoc on the scene, I'm right there,
You want it, you can have it, I'm handing out a lobotomy, honestly, I'm intending to damage and make a body bleed,
Wanna follow me, a sick and wicked oddity, sniffin out the liquor, when sippin, I burn a lot of trees,
No apologies, Imma see a throat cut, choking on your own blood, watching as I post up,
I won't shut the body cavity, no luck, it'll be sewn up when I'm lookin at no guts,
Sho nuff, put a hatchet to anatomy, stained in the spattering, brain matter splattering,
Heap a hearty helping of remains on a platter, eat, sane as the hatter be, no taming the badder beast,
Head of the pack and the peak of the pinnacle, dead and I'm back a demon coming to speak in subliminals,
Reaching for bitter fools, seeking to weaken a ventricle, preaching is pitiful, I'm eating these weak individuals,
I'll murder you dead, emerging with a surgical edge, I'm hurt in the head, working at inserting the lead,
Or burnin the flesh, purging all the vermin and pests, the permanent best, learn it when the sermon is said,
I'm gonna snap on these mothafuckas, attack and blast till the casket is under puddles, and stacks of bastards,
I laughed at and put in muzzles so fast it's tragic, I grafted and stuck in tunnels, from first to last, kid,
This is the growth of a prodigal mind, the monster inside that got my soul harder to find,
The harder you try, you'll grow to know my heart is a lie, martyred, it died, in an epic flow of harder designs...

[Chorus]
Contemplating, killing you leaving the body draining,
Giving you reason to stop and hate me,
Filling the street with the hotness daily, Mon and Phase we,
Monsters, may we get on the beat like the spawn of Hades,
Sit in the seat of a god and slay these,
Pitiful pieces of garbage raving, top the greats, I'm,
Contemplating, killing you leaving the body draining,
Giving you reason to stop and hate me,
Filling the street with the hotness daily, Mon and Phase we,
Monsters, may we get on the beat like the spawn of Hades,
Sit in the seat of a god and slay these,
Pitiful pieces of garbage raving, start the praying,

[Phasewon]
I'll maim all of you fags, you get chopped to pasta, ain't a glock or a mag that can stop the monster
Drain your veins all in a bag, with so many blood stains on my rags that it clogs the washer
I'm off my rocker, and if y'all cats ain't raw with the raps, I'ma stalk your roster
Caught Waka Flocka, chopped his cock and shoved a chainsaw up his ass, like I'm Doctor Proctor
I'm a basket case in pitch black practicing witch craft as I'm praisin' the wrath of Satan
Lace half your face with eight lacerations while I'm masterbatin' in the mask of Jason
I'm kidnappin' Drake 'n have him layin' in my attic wasted and decapitated
Then emasculate him, by stitchin' his head on the body of a female I assassinated
I got Lil Wayne in my basement, chained in restraints and I gave him a facelift
Hanging him naked, by his ankles danglin', mangle his frame and leave his brains on the pavement
I had Nicki Minaj trapped in rope, I raped the bitch in a mask and cloak
Stabbed her until my dagger broke, slashed her throat,
Then fucked the hole in her neck while she gagged and choked
The next rapper was Soulja Boy, my sledge hammer left his skull destroyed
His head splattered on the bed frame, leaving red stains while I'm laughin' taking Polaroids
It's not a game son this shit's too real, you can't compete 'cause I spit too ill
So next time you rap, cop a gat after, 'cause being a wack rapper just might get you killed...

[Chorus]


Monster - MonuMental ft. Phasewon prod. by The Gonz

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Lyrics: 

Verse 1: 

Growing lyrical protrusions, my spirit isn't clueless,
The horns upon my head are just a symbol that I'm ruthless,
My form beyond the dead is an ephemeral illusion,
Impressionist, I'm lighting up a picture with it moving,
I'm heaven sent even though I'm even deader than the devil is,
You're letting in a piece of me, I'm warning you, your head'll spin,
A sedative, been known to knock the feet from under better men,
My soul will lock it's teeth into you, deeper than my messages,
My fetish is to wreck and rip and keep holding my methods in,
A testament to get a grip and leap over the precipice,
Only time I'll fall off of a beat doper than medicine,
A holy rhyme'll sever sin he's there to probe the edge again,
He's so alone, so many know him as a pestilence,
Cause everyone would bless him out but nobody could bless him in,
His heart is dead and it's the reason why his chest is thin,
He paid the price, a painful life, cause people never let him win,

Hook: 

Born alone, die alone,
Even though he's normal when the light is on,
At night he chooses evil over right and wrong,
Pouring out his anger on a page, trying to write a song,
I'm born alone to die alone,
I'm the receiver minus dial tones,
All I see is people lying prone,
Weeping as they sleep in peace, a creature meant to cry alone,

Verse 2: 

Your purpose ain't to fathom his anger,
But if I had to take a stab I'd say it had to pertain to,
All his happiness chained up and then attached to a hanger,
So bedraggled and strangled, and even savage and heinous,
Bottled inside those emotions life had taught him to hide,
Had to divide to find the quotient so he swallowed his pride,
The matter of time was slowly closing like the bat of an eye,
Had to design a flowing ocean that he spat in his rhymes,
This is passion defined, there ain't no asking him why,
A sinner could suffer solely through synapses combined,
He'll turn it from being the last in line and master his mind,
Then he'll be burning and purged for certain in the last of his lines,
Ax in his spine, back to the lies, some glasses of wine,
Half of the guy is magnified to show the madness inside,
Intact and alive in the cadaver interacting to thrive,
As he revives, he cries, he had no hand to grab when he died.

Hook

Born Alone Die Alone - MonuMental prod. by The Gonz (The Gonz Contest Entry)

Verse 1

Children of the night, shadows in my lyrics, Imma spit it so prolific that I shatter this dimension,
Envisioning my ascension is pivotal to the premise, of syllables that continue to slither within my grimace,
I'm a denizen of a sinister type of breed, a militant killer you'd really have to die to see,
I'm an image of the Devil you can buy for free, if you're whipping and you pull up on the side of me,
As I ride the beat, hit the gas and go, my sights'll be on your everlasting soul,
The price or fee, whether going fast or slow, when you try to flee I'm going into graphic mode,
Snatch the door open, then I'll smash your bones, when your back's for sure broken, I'll attack your throat,
At the last of your joking as you thrash and choke, I'll lap the gore up and see the slashes grow,
Let the beat drop, then I bring it right back, gotta charter these arteries, cause I need a night cap,
Ain't no bargain or bartering, never seen a price tag, in a market for slaughtering, can you see when I laugh,
Targeting the sickest in a wicked demographic, the harbinger of misery addictive as a crack hit,
I'm hard enough, afflicted with a withering compassion, spit and make you wanna throw your lyrics in the trash quick,
Lash with an unfulfillable rage, your life is a silly play and I'm killing the stage,
I'll pillage and rape anyone that gets in the way, set em ablaze, sit and listen to em sizzle for days,
Spirits erased, bodies laying side to side, blinded eyes, hollowed in the time to die,
The divine'll cry, swallowed in the climbing flame, and my mind'll reign eternal and survive the pain

Hook (X2)

MonuMental is a mothafuckin beast, dispute that truth, you'll be coming up deceased, at the blunt end of a piece,
With the Children of the Night, at the ending of your life, there ain't nothing here to see,
Ask me, I'm from way down south, and I represent it fully when I play that sound,
Mississippi messiah finna take the crown, I suggest you take a second before you spray that mouth,

Verse 2

MonuMental coming harder than a boulder with balls, man I thought you was a soldier, get your holster and draw,
A lot of evil in my heart, I can shoulder it all, summon a hellish army when I've spoken the call,
I get a bit demonic when I'm audible, I'm coughing on a molecule so often viewed as awful news, I offer you,
To call me your honor when Imma knock it loose, and then I put the gavel to the truth and execute you with a lawful noose,
I threw her "The D" and she caught the deuce, and that's the same way that I tend to treat my enemies,
Fuck em when the pen is deep and when they bleed I leave em withering in misery and ready for the industry, I'm sickening,
Practitioner, snap when I bust, rolling over flows on the go, like a lab in a bus,
That venomous, blast anyone, who wanna come slipping, I'm flipping em, leaving a skull cracked in the dust,
Terminal wreckage, a versatile zealot, the next best in the world is my personal second,
I need a doctor, I talk when the verse is infected, more perfect"er" methods, I'm sure to leave you hurt and rejected,
The service I'm selling, I reckon, is the work of a genius, evidence in a record that I'm working with demons,
Dead in the center, I'm hellish, but the surface is steaming, definitely set to be the idol worshipped by heathens,
They ask, "Where'd his mind go?", fuck if I know, born thuggish ruggish so I'm gonna let the pine blow,
Coming with them double-time flows, fucking guttafied hoes, and I'm trying to start a ruckus with them five-oh's,
And you know I'm from the Mississippi Delta, swimming for the shelter, but the temperature is sweltering,
And the belt is mine, cause the bell'll ring, when you've felt the sting from the hell I bring, a deadening effect of me,

Hook (X2)

Outro

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