MHH cypher "day in the life" prod. letsruntrack.

lyrics:

I woke up in dark room, maroon glow parts the gloom

Roll over to see, the alarm parked at noon

Kid in me is pissed, he missed his morning cartoons

Really gotta get on top of locking down a new apartment soon

Start to move but..

Eh, fuck it, I hit the snooze button

What I see in dreams, beats reality for me, cousin

But in, a couple hours I'll up and duckin', in the shower

If I'm hungry got poptarts on the counter

Power on the coffee pot once I toss the grounds in

But outside the fucking suns already going down

A second failed attempt to carpe diem...happened YESTERDAY

I got so many fucking debts, I think I must have Hell to pay

So instead of wasting dough for us to go and see a film

I just call my lady over, then we Netflix and chill..

'Nother Wasted Day

MHH cypher vol3:Escape prod. by f|n|sh l|ne

Sung:

Realitys wearing me down

I've had enough, now I want out

Lyrics:

I live for the escape, living life in a dream state

People floating by like ghosts in a dreamscape

In a life of ephemeral moments and ethereal keepsakes

Keep your serial sweepstakes, your Powerballs, I'll eat my cereal, please, thanks

And, power on my beats, the sounds I hear surround my ears, drown my fears, about all that's keeping me sane

So stay out of my free way, I'm swerving through three lanes

Speeding to Cloud nine? Try deep space, at least eight galaxies away, crew engage

To fucking flow where, relatively, no square MC has flown before, spitting obscenities that split Infinities


Realitys wearing me out but it ain't taking me down

I'll pull a fucking South Park, and hang him up in the center of town

Sung:

Realitys wearing me down

"Engage"

Engage

Music by Julians_Drink aka Fatman1986 aka Mr. Dirtbag aka Fatman J

Lyrics and Vocals by Nightbussleeper

The Ave.

Sitting here, lit up like a high beam,
Inadvertently slipping in and out the time stream
Weaving between whats real and what might be
Trying to find a rhyme or reason for all of life's schemes
But I can never seem to be in the right place, at the right time
Or say the right phrase, on the wrong side of a long line of regrets
Like whatever angles I try, I end up oddly divided
Got an odd sense of timing so I just,
Jump off the beat and get sidetracked
Rewind the heat, yea I fire back
Smash up your eggs, my mind is crackling
Taking the reins and I'm dropping acid
Probably best you kept your distance cause my measures are drastic
I'll lap your ass on that racetrack, drop a lit match in the gas tank, drive off laughing
It's Chinese fire drill time, I hope you practiced
Compact your skull, bitch, you're not coming back from this

Slipping(Prod. by Ibrahim)

Got money? Nah, buddy, I'm fucking broke as a record

That won't stop skipping over -ing over -ing over -ing over

I got no cash to flash, spent it on gas, groceries, and rent,
utility bills, and an education that wasn't worth its weight in crushing debt

Pants are dirt streaked with clean pockets, like they're being laundered weekly

Bank accounts a carcass, the vultures constantly feasting

Got a style reminiscent of Jesus, clothing meager and full of holes
but a soul as luminous as any other human beings

I don't know much about bitches, but I got a woman who loves me despite my distinct lack of riches

and I'm not a religious person but I get on my knees and worship her every evening until shes screaming out hallelujah

and for a moment the ugliness is tuned out and life is nothing less than beautiful...

Life Is Sublime{prod by shah}

Prod. by letsruntrack

I'm my self appointed ruler, my minds islands kahuna 
Fresh joint and I'm feeling super, man, flying high in a stupor 
Disciple of Luke, walking the sky, I be
Barely in control of the force awoken inside of me
Should the need arise, honey I'd love to set your mind at ease
My tongue can move in ways thats sure to keep you occupied for weeks
Between blowing smoke rings and floating on the shamans peace
The only way to cope with these zombies that seem be by products of botched lobotomies  
Who seem to think loud sounds equivalent with honesty 
Said "fuck fake shit" and traded in for a caca-phony 
If silence is golden, entertainments an engagement ring
18 carat, diamond studded, people fucking crave the bling
I mean, every kiss begins with a bit of artful marketing
but darling, wise men dont expect much from their offerings

Wise Men Dont Expect Much

Beat by E-Doble-H

Call me Ishmael, wail all you want, I'm done with your shit spiel 
Fists steeled to whale on you fuckers until you're fish meal
X marks the spot for execution, dig your ditch here
I am the personification of all your Grimm fears 
Pliant disguise serves to Hyde a wolf's form
Cut your fucking heart out and store it under my floorboards
Pen snicker-snacks and makes jack-o'-lanterns of horse lords
Middle finger up to big brother and all his orc hordes
I huff and puff flash floods and my bite is worse than my bark is
Your party crashed in a massacre, step to me and get slaughtered 
Dealing souls to the devil, I drive a Faustian bargain
You can ask for asylum, you get Lovecraftian horror
I stay artfully dodgin', I'll fucking twist up your britches
Your wallet picked from your pocket, bitch I am Robin your riches
Fuck your Great Expectations man, I do not give a Dickens
It's not advanced robotics, Watson, just some schoolyard bullshit...