Sounds from Sunday morning

I wanted to make another song using the techniques from @frankjavcee
but using samples from the game Ragnarok. Enjoy.

Morroco

One of the final tracks from Bedroom Bedrock! Over this insane beat by https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu ! Lyrics:

We bout to go harder than ever before
Action on every floor
Angles degrees flows, and pros
spittin' prose over pages
the stage is set, so place your bets
On whether we can keep this wet
Outta the bedroom, up from the bedrock
We'll rock the stock sounds outta ya head, flock to
My crib for the assist
If you wanna be a part of something bigger than this
Mothafucka it's lit!

What I spit pull about as much in a month
as what I was worth in Rotten
and gotten more responsibilities attached
to the fact that I got people relying on that
so now there's no lookin' back
I can't act like a goddamn child
feeling mild about my talents--gettin' wild, not givin' up
gotta flex nuts just to stay in the game
when shit gets complicated gotta tame the strange
Gotta stay deranged
And spread the flames to every house
Of every fuckin' challenger who tries to open they mouth
Light it right under they ass if they been sittin around
Call 'em out if they think they get cred for bein underground
if you ain't makin' a sound, then you ain't really a voice
if you shout loud enough then listening stops being a choice
get 'em poppin to that shit in ways they never expect
and I bet they'll say that we is the best

We bout to go harder than ever before
Action on every floor
Angles degrees flows, and pros
spittin' prose over pages
the stage is set, so place your bets
On whether we can keep this wet
Outta the bedroom, up from the bedrock
We'll rock the stock sounds outta ya head, flock to
My crib for the assist
If you wanna be a part of something bigger than this
Mothafucka it's lit!

I've critically hit my stride
I've bit so hard my opponents just died
Lookin' for a pulse like "mothafucka you alive?"
I need some kinda challenger to be my next high
That I can surpass--so get off your ass
I've passed so many I might be the best guy
I can't even see the ground here at this height
Could slip down halfway, still be alright
but I ain't trippin' yet
still givin' it my best
got too much of my soul left yet to invest
If nothing else can best me, I'll do it to myself
promote neverending growth of my health and wealth
and hope that I never croak early or fall to hell
like a shellfish, I'm gonna live forever
and keep getting better--I'll spiral out, keep going
and flowing like you've never even heard or thought of knowing

We bout to go harder than ever before
Action on every floor
Angles degrees flows, and pros
spittin' prose over pages
the stage is set, so place your bets
On whether we can keep this wet
Outta the bedroom, up from the bedrock
We'll rock the stock sounds outta ya head, flock to
My crib for the assist
If you wanna be a part of something bigger than this
Mothafucka it's lit!

FINAL STRETCH

Beat by MZShaidu: https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/almost-nothing
Possibly from our next album, possibly called Above the Earth, Haunted.

Lyrics:

(The tao states that for somethingness to be there must be nothingness)

I reside 'tween the blurred lines, undefined
what's a sign, and what's in my mind?
buried in wives and casks of wine
loving the lie in which everything's fine
A nihilistic nightmare I've crafted
clinging to my self-satisfaction
but not feeling anything outside my passions
my soul's drifting out of my gaping mouth
breakneck powerwalking what I think's my route

Dad used to joke I'd replaced my heart with a second brain
I think that other one may not have been sane
I been strange so long the range of emotions I express
Are from "suck my dick" to "fuck my ass"
Beligerance and obstinance
Intolerance and abstinance
My last defense, your honor, is at least I can feel happiness
But only insofar as I'm not pissed
About the surrounding apocalypse

In a world where the only thing you gotta cling to is the authority of a greater being
Who can see things you can see and define your morality, making life easy
-er than it would be if you had nothing but a black void coming when your dead
Get your head on straight, because if you can't relate, then your fate is
Lookin' like a crazy fuck
When you don't believe in luck and karma, other mothafuckas wanna harm ya logic
They don't like it when your honest, when you're a challenge
To what gives them balance

Fall back on your talents, tip those scales in your favor
Become your own savior, as long as you can savor your time without losing your mind
and blowin' it out--foregoing that route though I doubt it matters
If you'd rather be nothing how could I stop you?
I'm not you, I'm alive--fulfilled--spilled out onto found tracks instead of the ground
I'm something somehow, and I have doubts about how I got here having been profound

Almost Nothing

Beat by MZShaidu: https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/shallow
Possibly from our next album called Above the Earth, Haunted, which will have cooler cover art when it's a real thing.

Lyrics:

I'm only ankles deep
I can't impress me
I only see beauty in terms of what is sexy
I'm not a good guy
I don't like anyone
But if someone says hon I wanna fuck I'm all but done

Got about as much charm as self-harm
--I'm about as warm as a corporate email
Got no female friends and I think it's probly my fault
Rough like asphalt, tough with words and curses
Curt to a fault and I skirt the issues
Satisfied to squirt through tissues
Plus I talk about my dick like it's everybody's business
Come pay witness
Physical fitness is I lift a bit but I don't do shit besides
--ride is nice but I'm only out at night
To procure burger and fries
And I eat like a garbage shute
I'm far from cute
Can't be much of a brute but
My sleezy needs got me up all night nothin' but redtube

I'm only ankles deep
I can't impress me
I only see beauty in terms of what is sexy
I'm not a good guy
I don't like anyone
But if someone says hon I wanna fuck I'm all but done

Never gonna feel attractive, never gonna be too active
Only got a few more years til' I'm over that hill and expectations go backwards
I'm a lazy bastard
Smokin' up a storm of tobacco
Like a little rascal
Livin' in the big fiasco
Tryin' not to so hassled
Maybe less a total asshole
But I don't see myself from the outside
And don't trust what I do not see
If a ball of sleaze with some real bad teeth isn't what you all perceive
Then I'm glad for that--but I'm still fat
And I still don't like dogs or cats
And I'm still a self-important fuck with a knack
For embracing that

I'm only ankles deep
I can't impress me
I only see beauty in terms of what is sexy
I'm not a good guy
I don't like anyone
But if someone says hon I wanna fuck I'm all but done

Shallow (Demo)

I know Above the Earth, Haunted isn't even finished yet, but when I heard this amazing beat by MZShaidu https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/dark-beat I immediately jumped on it, and what I wrote felt like it belonged on my promised next project, "Gay and Dead." I really like it!

Lyrics:

Please do not speak to me between 3 and 8 AM
I can't relate to you humans
On any terms but my own
Defined by my lifestyle and how I've grown
I gladly postpone my meetings with the daylight
So I can fight my demons by the moonlight
I might be a sailor scout, but not quite Tha Coolest Guy
You try to define me and find me shy;
But not from self-destruction
Pressing that button, that is my limited function

I couldn't be any gayer and deader if I tried
Sucking dick and committing suicide
I have no pride, no shame, and no scruples
Tho I don't hide, don't Bane-post, or shoot schools
Just eat noodles, and say nigga more than anyone else
I have no good excuses for myself
I am not what you wanted to hear
Unless your whole world's gotten too fuckin' weird:
That's when I will appear
And tell you it's all fucked
Just give it all up and come play in the muck
That I'm draggin' on up from the sewers and sprayin'
All over on everyone--yuck!

I'm kinda like a superhero, with all the powers of Brother Nero
Got that broken brilliance; once you die inside then it all starts to make sense.

Broken Brilliance [Prod. MZShaidu]

Lucy

Loved this beat by my buddy @blindskywatcher so of course I had to rap and sing on it. Lyrics below!

Please don't tell me this is paradise
I've been dreaming something much more nice
If this is all there is then why fight?
Please don't say your endgame is my life
It's not right

Caveat Emptor to all who admire me
I know I'd fire me if I had ever hired me
And I mean by firing squad, I'm gayer than god
And deserve to be deader than a dorknob
Fat slob, but I quit smokin'
So I won't be chokin' on anything other than dick for a while
Never been in style
Stayed actin' like somethin' of a prick, and it's riled up
Some punks who act like I stabbed someone
Just cause I gave a 1 to their favorite show
Do you even know what is an opinion?
Objectivity doesn't exist, I told you a million times
There is no rule to rhyme, no design
Only what you decide that you like at this time
And I hate myself
So don't emulate me unless your better with self-help

Paradise (In Name Only)[Prod. blindskywatcher]

The other day I was drunk and messing around and made that really shitty freestyle called An Attempt Was Made using the tail end of @MZShaidu's song, https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/sustenance-fallen-to-pieces
Because of how I released it right before Paradise (In Name Only), whenever I listened to that song it would segue right into the freestyle, and the transition was just so perfect that I wanted to have the same thing happen on the album--meaning this had to become and album track. So here it is with actual effort put into the lyrics!
I constructed the theme of this track while walking home from Arby's drunk at 10AM.

Lyrics:

I drank half a case of Tecate
So I could get sloppy enough to do my job properly
I'm probably the only psychopath who works this constantly
But I don't know how else to be, and nobody is stopping me
I get frustrated, stating that I hate it
But still getting berated and told I am overrated
Well I guess fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you
I don't need you to tell me what I can't do
I'm the king of the jungle, I run this zoo
Now get out of my cage or I'll start slingin' poo

Pee Yoo that's a stank ass rhyme
Yes I know I'm cringe, that is by design
I don't hide from my feelings
I'm no good at dealing with
My self-image, so I stay fringe-scrimaged twenty-four-seven
I need one of those Frankenstein girls from the seven-eleven
Who stays up all night and knows the right way to heaven
And I'm quite alright if she is less than a seven
Just as long as her taste ain't shit

Yeah that ain't no bit
The last chick I was with made me sit through some bullshit
And I am legit an elitist prick
Who won't stick my dick in no idiots
Unless they live in convenient driving distance
My sex life is not a thriving business
Probably because I have such ire
For every single person aged zero or higher

I admire not heroes but an hero
My life is a scene from Apocalypse Zero
My strife is obscene and is not endearing
When I sing, people scream, and demand that I go
Believe me like you don't even know
How much I wouldn't be here if could just throw
All my stuff in a bag and be on the road
To the edge of the earth, and jump in a black hole

Kill me

Fallen To Pieces [Prod. MZShaidu]

It wouldn't be a real Trial of the Golden Witch album if there wasn't at least one song that blows your fucking eardrums out. Apologies in advance to @MZShaidu for blasting the gain on his beat way the fuck up, but I love the way it sounds. This was one of the main songs that I needed to write for this album, so it's gratifying to have gotten it done.

Lyrics:

I thought I couldn't get any bigger than 180 but baby
I'm neckin' beers like Colt Corona, goin' crazy
My persona ain't no gimmick, I'm in it, pushin' my limit
Like tellin' me alcoholism ain't a joke, bitch, isn't it?
Nothing could be funnier than death,
And the scent that's on my breath
Once I vomit up the Arby's that I walked to get
Cause I was too drunk to turn the car key
Lemme give you some advice before you say I'm unhealthy

I'M GAYER THAN GOD, AND I'M DEADER THAN CHRIST
I'M FATTER THAN THE DEVIL, AND I DON'T PLAY NICE
COME FUCKIN' WITH MY FLOW AND YOU GON' GET ICED
SO DON'T ASK ME FOR SHIT, YOU WON'T GET WHAT YOU LIKE
FAT AND DANGEROUS

Gangrous, and bloated, overloaded
On malt liquor, gettin' sicker, but I own it
Don't need you to condone it, or phone it
Just run far away
Cause I'm stompin' through today, on whatever's in my way
'Till the day I'm well laid and well paid I'm gonna stay
Fat and dangerous and strange and abrasive with pain
Got no shame, that's my game, and I'm playin' for keeps
You don't never have to look up if you wanna be me

I'M GAYER THAN GOD, AND I'M DEADER THAN CHRIST
I'M FATTER THAN THE DEVIL, AND I DON'T PLAY NICE
COME FUCKIN' WITH MY FLOW AND YOU GON' GET ICED
SO DON'T ASK ME FOR SHIT, YOU WON'T GET WHAT YOU LIKE
FAT AND DANGEROUS

Please deep fry my whole life
Clean these botflies from my lemonpipe
And tell Stripe I want that quarter back
So my fat ass pockets can break my Wii Fit stats
If I knew how to act, I would not be this thrashed
Why aint' flasks of reasonable size?
I don't wanna be able to see outta these eyes
I want the liquor blockin' out the mirror sight
And if I could just die blissed out, that's alright
Nothin' about life ever gonna make sense
So I gotta dispense all the cents I got left
On the few things I like, all the bringers of death
Suicide - the result of the things I ingest, it's the best

I'M GAYER THAN GOD, AND I'M DEADER THAN CHRIST
I'M FATTER THAN THE DEVIL, AND I DON'T PLAY NICE
COME FUCKIN' WITH MY FLOW AND YOU GON' GET ICED
SO DON'T ASK ME FOR SHIT, YOU WON'T GET WHAT YOU LIKE
FAT AND DANGEROUS

Fat And Dangerous [Beat by MZShaidu]

INSTRUMENTAL: 4 Hours (in the afternoon) by White Heaven
I been driftin' in and out of every short day
just sortin' thru my feelings in a roundabout way
and seeking to discover at the heart of malaise
where the wisdom to recover holds the river at bay
I don't give a fuck about the ever-present dark thoughts
or the plight that's separating all the haves and have-nots
when the universe is spreading ever thinner and the clocks
keep ticking ticking ticking down the hours ad nauseum
another day's laughing in the rearview mirror
so I roll the window down and stick out my middle finger
then I'm flushed red like I made another mistake
give another afternoon to those emotional quakes
next day, standing taller and convinced I'll make something
with a tune up in the noggin' and the fingers all a'thumpin'
then I jot a thought down and I feel a big cum
till the dopamine fades and my body goes numb

out of it

Morroco

MZShaidu

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