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Character Development

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YUNG BRATZ

murdered and bodied nobody can fuck with me!!!

30 HRS FRESTYLE

PRIME [PROD. SIDEPCE]

SOMETHING NEW [PROD. SIDEPCE & NICK MIRA]

Character Development Lyrics
(Lyrics by Face, produced by Felly, engineering done by Enviyon Entertainment)

Verse 1
The mind is best described as a quorum of contortionists 
Emporium for morbidness no systematic origins
Kevorkian employees with a courtship for normalcy
Horribly disproportioned like an aura for the quarantined 
Stories leak strip the title of diplomacy
Mopey and smoking roaches to control the flow of dopamine
Focusing on growing by molding all of my hopes and dreams
Not making just my parents proud but hopefully the ghost of me
Started lucid dreaming but seeing my own departure’s
Even scarring for a Spartan whose father’s his sparring partner
Discarded like some garbage just an artist staying hopeful
Got notebooks full of bars sold at ya local Barnes and Noble
Went from global poems to smoking dope by the mobile homes
Immobile as old folks frozen stoic in my postal code UTOPIA 
Type of place you stay to dig graves
So many routes to escape instead you choose to complain
I’m chewing through the same chains that made me reclusive 
A tad bit scared of what I’m doing and my only therapist is music
Aware that it’s intrusive but I’ve never boasted openly
Only at home with poetry... we going sociably!
Flow to the beat go cold when I speak I be the bees knees front a mean physique 
I’m weighing a tinth on some need for speed disbelieving it means some extreme fatigue
Step into the light again attempt to get it right instead I’m witnessing my tires spin and driven up the mileage 
Rip me from my mind and then dessert me on an island where my burdens and my trials can be buried and forgotten. 
Chorus:
Then we’ll share the befuddlement
The American supplement for character development
A scare and a chuckle like a werewolf in London
The American supplement for character development 
VERSE 2:
The mind is best described as a cannibal holocaust
A web remberance then cleansing it with Molotov’s 
Grab the cottons swabs starting up this monologue’
Waterfalls of alcohol will pardon the phenomenon 
Squawking at an audience; the journey we’ve embarked upon
After dark its battle bars in a dilapidated parking lot 
Suburbia. Ghoulish neighbors murder you for fun
In a room with Doom Head a gruesome end to 31
Resurrected my chest is flexing aint messing with death like it’s evanescent 
A history of sipping Listerine need some Mr. Clean and some disinfectant 
A hint of decadence, unsuccessful, influential with a pinch of mescaline
Discontent. List is endless, shit resentment pissing excellence
Hold back cause I hate the stench. Holds hands to delay his death
Cold slab and the paper’s wet embrace what’s next then take a breath
Gas in a rental go a mile a minute no path to the past sunshine in the distance
Tires spinning no choir singing just quiet thinking why I drive a Lincoln
In a bayou sinking I’m alive but barley terrified of demise but I’m persevering 
Murky mirror with a perfect stare, crooked man with a quirky beard
Last year had no path to steer lacking landing gear falling through the atmosphere 
But I crashed here cause this planet’s weird I want bandoliers on my chandeliers 
Cavalier with the battle gear. Standoff with Rambo and tackle fear
Babble on about Babylon emphatic stares because I’m acting weird
Erratic with analogies and battling an alimony valid only if an allegory isn’t forming
An incredible endeavor wait Kronk pull the lever we’ll descend into a state of mind collective and forever
Chorus
Then we’ll share the befuddlement. 
The American supplement for character development
A scare and a chuckle like a werewolf in London
The American supplement for character development

Face -Character Development

It’s All Politics 
(Lyrics by Face, produced by BluntedBeatz, mixed and mastered by Enviyon Entertainment) 
YOUNG LAMPSHADE!
Where’s Young Lampshade at?
Yo, I’m the moose of the family the dude’s skull has been damaged
His shoes are on backwards chew balloons like they’re taffy 
A spoonful of happy brew rabbit stew like I’m Daffy
Just making it happen slanging haphazard haberdashery 
Then handle it firmly... that’s an onamonapia
The route of all evil I’m shooting at bald eagles
Vehicle gone, repo’ed, shot in a coliseum 
In front of millions of people to prove that we’re all equal
Bat claw, retractable the magic rogue wizard
A cat so intangible his owner’s Schrödinger
Just coping mechanisms and a dark sense of humor
Tony Stark sharp shooting a martian he’s not human
The caper to function a wafer baking in the oven
Dude’s burning down the block receiving play fair comeuppance 
The toughest of the bunches still struggle to punch the numbers
Stuff it in a stanza, verses layered like an onion
Aint small brain artists got the thought train chuggin
Sparking up the malarkey so pardon the Galway jargon 
The paragon of awesome but the awfulness has blossomed
Like a opossum running oblong proceed with colossal caution
Nostalgic awfully gaudy but naughty when it’s regarding a party
Begin to bargain for some harder narcotics
Coughing in perfect harmony barfing up on the carpet 
Then marking his way to stardom which started dark, but melodic.
The misogamist once who chased tail and such 
But he failed so he stayed out late grave robbing with Gus (Who’s Gus?)
The dude who crafts the human lamps 
renewal in the doodle pad
Like who was that the ghoulish man
Gotta loose the heat with any clues attached
Need a liter of cola not a large Farva
Leak in my nose like I try to blow star dust
In need of attention receive a percentage a feeble attempt at defeating depression
Evil’s a weapon remedial blessings say people can kneel when healing aggression
Surreal impression I feel competitive Negative etiquette I feel molested
Don’t test I step with the best and molest them
Impressive is Brendan, hence the attempt at the penmanship
The stench of a fetishist slay the kids like I’m Anakin 
A damaged man when panicking stands up and plays the mandolin
Follow me and swallow these vowel keys we be howling
Music on an acoustic harmonica some John O’Dreams
Sleep is a river seeing beavers and critters
As the scenery dimmers I be the weakest of swimmers
But still cheapishly grinning and smoke the green like a chimney
Piss my signature in the winter an embedded indenture 
The mysterious figure Jesse Heiman in the background
With a fire in my retina need an ocular pat down
The masochistic ass clown tracking down his whereabouts…
Maybe it’s better if you just catch him in a stare down
 A fair amount of fusses but soon to be shorted out
Last laugh axed from the cast at the Lizzie Borden House
Fake it like its fourth down round about the courthouse
Embezzled from the register my drawer had a short count
Blame it on the dogs vagrant haters take a walk
Making playful wagers and vacating at dawn (GO!) 
Stakes high aiming at the safe and the bankers
D.B. Coop it with the loot then get baked like taters
The game has been changing thanks to face its tenacious 
Construct the algorithm of writing like my shit isn’t basic
But rather algebraic, these rappers got no honor
I’m bad to the boner lasting for more than four hours
All cartilage we charging in with the shark skin
Marvelous and starting shit with Spartacus and his partisan
One of us was unarmed; the other one’s a marksman
Remarkably still targeted the media’s an arsonist 
And feeing me his larcenous I’m reaching for some armistice
But it’s all politics and what matters is how it’s marketed.

Face -It's All Politics

quick shout out to the people who have guided me this direction and continue to help me steer that direction 

You’re Welcome Lyrics (written and performed by Face)
So.. I’m bogus and hopeless.
Disgusting in public I nose pick
Side to side I look homeless posing with Hulk Hogan like holy smokes
One time I provoked this whole ghost ship
And I’m in tact because you saved my ass by saying “Croatoan!” with a flow so explosive! 
The wordplay was gentrified 
Could have two fake knees and still be a standup guy because you’re tight
Making a mess with the penmanship 
When I was bed ridden ya had 10 bitches that spoon fed me some medicine
No question he’s the bestest and good deeds are restless I couldn’t even afford the health care he spent some effin Benjamins!
But you truly believe you’re evil? I’ll rank you my top villain
Handling crews in a bat suit on top of a Gotham building 
Could be robbing (robin) or killing but if I’m clogged up with mucus 
And can’t breathe he’ll feed me a shot of amoxicillin
The ball’s in play. March in the hall of fame
Even tried to certify your birthday as a hallmark holiday, now
I failed classes taking naps and just felt so embarrassed
So he goes to my parent teacher conference posing as both of my parents
I wear his rep. Been there and had my back.
Not to mention his weapon but he’s a bear in the sack (no homo)
Or that’s what we tell most folks..
Until I inch a little bit closer and he quotes “GO HOME BRO”
And I do, out of my respect for you but don’t pretend like you didn’t attempt to make the second move!
Now that the picture’s been painted I’ll quit it with the gay shit
I shouldn’t have to point out that your smile is contagious take a minute..
Take a dose of life and I might just inject it I’ll do whatever you recommend cause your perspective is refreshing
Representing all the best things mispresented by skeptics I’m history I’m ending you’re the future you’re the Jetsons! 
And in the end… when we’re in the ground just like gophers it’d be an honor just to be buried even a cemetery over
The king of keeping his composure he’s hot as a box of stoffers 
I was tired but kept writing cause you deserve a better closer!
When you have sex, new galaxies are born
It aint the first time that I’ve heard now that space time has torn
Whats the damage report? Well, he smashes for sport
And not that it matters but he handed over the hammer to Thor, you
Resigned from God status and became a homosapien
Climbed his way back to the heavens without installing any safety nets, you been
Nothing but supportive when I said rhyming was my hobby 
And im only over my ex because you helped me hide her body!
You look like you were painted by Michael Angelo. Abs so symmetrical 
One glimpse and I wish I wasn’t born heterosexual 
The big bad wolf champ at tic-tac toe where the sun don’t shine come plant the flagpole
He’s an animal on the fast track and intimidates his shadow
Demonstrates how an asshole goes from black hole to manhole
You got muscles like Bane you’re the marauder of the game
And if I ever have a daughter I’ll call ya to run a train, NO IT’S OKAY!
I want you in my family tree!
And if the last minute you regret it I’ll even pay for plan B
He’s got a twinkle in his teeth redeems hope for the nation
God sculpted your face after angels made donations
He makes toilet wine seem like a fine chardonnay 
And never into confliction I watched him give a dude his parking space
You’re an incredible artist who levels his hardships
And even crafted me a wheelchair out of your vegetable garden
I’m sorry I beg your pardon that came off a tad awakward… Reassuring his temper with the way he measures his karma 
You’re always on point never broken or flaccid 
Like a good sex pun you’re getting over reactions
Heroic and full of passion being modest isn’t seldom.
Honest. Compelling. Not selfish. YOU’RE WELCOME

Live at the Village Vanguard Disc 2

Face -You're Welcome

Wasting Thyme Lyrics
(Lyrics by Face, produced by BluntedBeatz, engineering done by Enviyon Entertainment)
(Verse 1)
Another winter to stiffen my muscles, hustled and winded
Another truck load of gizmos equipped with witted decisions
I’ll visit the mistress typos are found in what’s written
And maybe this JANuary I can Michael down my Vincents
So listen… disregard the aligned stars
The fine arts time bomb with no ride at the dive bar
HI, MOM! I’ve come to make a personal dynasty
By heavily steadying messes and regrets into rhyme schemes
Blindly cook competition with some carrots in a cauldron 
Got a license to kill time but not quite Timmy Dalton
Give me the stalwart and I’ll put’em on all fours
Erect with the predilection of becoming the wild horse
My style’s remorse of course a hassle keeping climbing
David speaks to Goliath to deconstruct a sleeping giant
Wipe my eyes with the timeline; pretend I imagined it
The aftermath a reenactment from the act of a slasher flick
My masochistic tendencies are built with the castle bricks
Inflicting disaster with the dripping wax of a candle stick 
Syntax casually rips holes into space time
Stand up to me and I guarantee you’ll only be waist high
For the 8th time on the grape vine I’ve advanced on my finances 
Explosions in the mineshaft, my bad it was the firedamp 
Turn the tables like watching a mime scratch
Despite the time lapse the mind’s eye acts as a bypass  
(Hook)
Time passes and the hourglass is laughing (3x)
Speeding through traffic no seat belt fastened 
(Verse 2)
We’ve fallen backwards as a species so needy
The same attempts to gain attention, “Look at me! I’m Mr. MeeSeeks!”
With the ‘can do!’ attitude the damage left’em black and blue
An aptitude for learning grammar, master vernacular too
Forever captured in the moment packaged and branded “fresh meat”
Come home to an empty water bowl like I need to feed my pet peeve
Been a wreck since childbirth tell my friends I’m a falconer
Pretending to have it together like I’m the man of many calibers 
Who’s wielding Excalibur on his off days in the yard playing
Mosey on I’m dosing off in the crawlspace
The concept itself was an illusion
Truly confusing, drew a conclusion but was rufeed for having loose lips
And a transducer in hand but it was a human’s attempt
To ascend to the heavens questioning the noose on his neck
Then Lucifer said that it was then I’ve earned my glass wings
Turned on the gravity shortly after began cackling
Need the proper guidance since the sirens went quiet
The hills, gifted with sight, but at night, they run silent
Confronted, done hiding time to aim for revival 
I’ll never escape from this nightmare standing by remaining idol
The speed run’s begun Raccoon’s nuke is about to blast 
Remaining grains of sand are parachuting through the hour glass
With little to no damage and a minimal amount of saving
Did it in 3 hours so give him the A ranking
(Hook) 
Time passes and the hourglass is laughing (3x)
Demons going bananas over speed, coke, and xanx.

Time passes and the hourglass is laughing (3x)
(Outro)
When stress gets the best, hung up and swung from the neck
But time only learned to fly when it was flung from its nest
The fungal infection the tongue with swell next
The fear of being cured cause how his years have been spent

Face -Wasting Thyme

Vibe Session Pt. 1 Featuring Young Pat Mane
(lyrics by Face and Young Pat Mane, produced by Beats In My Backpack, mixed and mastered by Enviyon Entertainment)
Verse 1
( Young Pat Mane)
It’s been a long day it’s been a long night
Took the wrong left so I had to turn right
Now im speeding down the turn pike
Chick on my wood like a termite
Youngin’s ready to die im screaming “more life!”
Talking less strife and more rights
If its beef, then im at your door like
A nosey neighbor asking for a favor
Its funeral time all black like the raiders
At 30 I got dreams of being major
I fuck with youngings so im fucking with Face (waddup Face!)
He’s 100 miles an hour he aint pumpin the breaks 
I’m on cruise control I aint pumpin the breaks 
I rather.. I rather die in the raif
I try staring at the stars while im fucking her face
HOOK
Bada ba ba baaa (yeahhhh yeah)
I got the feel i got the feeling!
Verse 2
Face
Fixed with a splitting headache and an empty cigarette case
Chest pains displayed like my chick’s into breath play
Perplexing, the ruminant human chewing the cud like
Anxiety climbed a high dive; refuses to jump
Ensuing was a rush and decisions are getting tough like
Get hit by a bus or get split by a truck, pick one
Stomach sunk a ton, receptionist is smiling
The condescending conscious says it’s up to you entirely
Finally some vibrancy, the pacifists are violently 
Striking Viking and tyrants put tire iron in “irony”
Student proving worth who’s shoes go in circles
The dude who only flirts if you’re fluent in ruined journals
Im a loner Dottie, real sentimental rebel
With vendetta in my vessels and potential disassembled 
Pick a pencil any pencil several etchings on a special weapon
Gifted with the sin of never living in the present
Take a second remember the friends that made ya
Thanking you for faking a case of hip dysplasia
The renegades of space who crash landed on this planet
As systematic as Young Pat dashing past you in a labyrinth 
We advancing on this rapping, cats are flabbergasted 
At the fact that when we rap it’s as savage as Ricky Spanish
Articulate and handsome but was banished from the masses
When catastrophe happens im happily pissing my pants and laughing
The glass is half full, better than having nothing
A simple rap don’t make an impact it’s the damage that it comes with
A man with a bucket or playing blues on a trumpet
Means that someone took his trust and then abused it like a substance
Congruence in abundance if you’re Uncle Sam’s punching bag
Making stuff up again like he’s Elder Cunningham
Rug-rat rappers think they’re gifted with tongue lash
Ya’ll front the dunce cap while I’m running with Young Pat, sup man

Face -Vibe Session part 1 Feat. Young Pat Mane

Scratching the Surface Lyrics
(Lyrics by Face, produced by BluntedBeatz, engineering done by Enviyon Entertainment)

Complete your thoughts…
HOOK
Complete your thoughts if an idea feels real
Then seal the deal as equals in the sequel and build 
Complete your thoughts (speaking of) if an idea feels real
Then seal the deal as equals in the sequel and build…
Verse 1
A house of cards out of magic its been wrapped up in a tapestry
Blast shields on the windows for when the neighbors get mad at me
Latches on the cabinets flashlight’s on the magazine
Sparking a pack of matches chain reaction, add some kerosene
The broke billy goat man with emotional components
Erect with a pen and notebook until he busts some serotonin 
But no airflow. Scarecrow. Tumor on the noggin
Know what you’re saying he’s brainless guess I need a new doctor
But honest Abe is abrasive doing the work of a slaver
I want someone to learn my name and not make it a personal favor
Back of the bus in disgust smells like something’s died
Packing a punch I cannot stomach the onions and chives
An assembly line of hindsight feeling faded and weary
Ashamed insane the name is James and I’m looking for Mary
The book of the dead has been buried in the prairie where we sleep walk
Turn the machines off. You need to complete your thoughts
HOOK
Complete your thoughts if an idea feels real
Then seal the deal as equals in the sequel and build 
Complete your thoughts (speaking of) if an idea feels real
Then seal the deal as equals in the sequel and build…
Verse 2
An army out of starch tar and flaxseed oil
Evil deeds with the needle extracting seeds from the soil
Loose your skin from lack of nutrients but prove to be duteous 
And now the studious student’s nucleus is insalubrious 
Might be a moody bitch but I’m using this human skin
To lure consumers to their doom by removing the head
Dead from the neck down except he fidgets his fingers
Enter the 4 digit pin and when you’re finished press pound, get down
Levitating demonstrating part wizard
The cathartic heart glistens start shit and fart glitter
The starving artist choking hopeless becoming untethered 
But that’s the hardest part of art it’s staying focused and centered I’m stoic been better
A nice charade will keep me going
Just a nematode at the moment with isolated hemoglobin
Here’s an opus of my life and how I’ve become the phantom
Just a hopeless romantic holding a toaster in the bathtub 
HOOK (2x)
Complete your thoughts if an idea feels real
Then seal the deal as equals in the sequel and build 
Complete your thoughts (speaking of) if an idea feels real
Then seal the deal as equals in the sequel and build…

Face -Scratching the Surface

Chicago based rapper "Face," blends seamlessly the art of lyricism and poetry with bass-heavy music. Combining funk, hard beats, and tasty melodies, with a unique brand of conscious Hip-Hop, Face gives a glimpse into the world and how he views it. Using literary devices and poetic structure, Face gets the point across with a fast paced, devil-may-care attitude, that opens one's mind to different viewpoints and ideas across a wide range of meaningful words, silly antics, serious thought, and sharp wit. So open your ears, clear your mind, and enjoy passionate music. My Name is Face.

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Face -Character Development

My Name Is Face