idkkkkk_pt.II

Much love to my dawg Chow <3
Mixed by pis.i <3

145 (prod. by Chow)

written & recorded by BLCKNGHBR 
Prod. by Bo,

Lyrics:

Baffling responses from the skeeved charmless 
Paint the portrait/Marvelous no Brie Larson 
No cap no Steve Rogers/I proceed cautious 
In the nowadays painted me mean mugging 

Play me for a fool never... I know the drill 
Send chills to ya neck for the thrill for the threat 
All real no internet frills/respect what it is 
This King of the Hill/climbing up sheer will 

Going in for the kill bill/cut deals here 
All ears cash grabbing let it build here  
—Til it’s a fortress/palace looking gorgeous 
 Square foot crazy....and to afford it be the goal 

-Cash rules all around me moves all around me 
-Diamonds dancing grooves all around me 
Muse all around we black oil paint committed  
Truth stored inside me, ay 

High stakes bet watch em trace what he does like 
What will he do next? We going up like 
Heaven only knows right?/show em love like 
Strive for perfection/doing what he does right 

Top tier god tier...
 If I painted what God looked like 
You’d go blind maybe drop dead 
Wouldn’t comprehend it, uncommon 
Unrefined undefined space outta timing

B.LACK O.IL P.AINT

@t6mikee

Waiting for another source
Rough against tough skin i feel coarse
Up again but then down it stays raw
Searched to the core but not at all 
I didnt find nothing 
Double negative i guess i found something
But really im judging the city im stuck in 
Maybe ill leave london
Ill grown into a mutton living off the grunting
Of other rappers with emotions stuck beyond discussion
Uhhh Hearts soft to touching cut skin
Means the knees are bumping tarmac
Hard raps stuck in eastpak, ya like that?
Put it up for free fuck a price tag
My lifes taxxed by the blem and the mic stand
Got sidetracked in the honesty, like facts
Got punched by democracy and fight back
Heights lack the reality of falling off
Mike’s raps put the honest in my brain’s box
And taught to learn to cotch 
That and the aging left my soul soft
Its all off

PLANS REMIX [MIKE] (PROD. DJ BLACKPOWER)

prod. nobody

lyrics:
Dodging questions like a matador
Every time I fell there was no padded floor
Fuck the school grades this music matters more
Living with my cousins I ain’t had a door
Created my own the locks were padded
Sorta sad that I dun sat ashore
While everybody prosper around me 
They acting so reckless
Chains been holding me down 
And I got no necklace
They outgoing
I don’t even go out
Tryna be an idol
Yet I’m too shy to row out
This stings harder than a yellow jacket
Feelings boxed in like I bubble wrapped it
Life’s a war and I been thinking about another tactic
Either way I’m always caught up in some action
Slits on my palm from the pacts I made 
Back in the day
When this rapping was passionate, getting past my days
Wasn’t taxing
Write a verse or else I’ll go insane, batshit
Now a verse be driving me insane, been slacking
Use to say I’m pragmatic but I never have been
ill fortune’s automatic i just let it happen
And my passions live nomadically 
Remember back then
When I felt like people liked me or at least myself did
Nowadays my psyche really need protection 
When I look at my reflection I just miss affection
Pray this music is a blessing not a misdirection
Not a misdirection

PRAY

prod. nobody

lyrics:
I ain’t joking when I say I’ve had some dark nights 
Deep discussions til they turning on the park lights
I’ve thrown my hopes right out the window like a bar fight
Uh
It’s hard to sleep with these scarred eyes
And these cursed ears
I pray we’ve gotten through the worst years
How your family the root of all your worst fears?
I cleanse myself of all the feeling when I serve tears
Just a numb body tryna be a somebody
Hard to smell the roses when the nose runs snotty
I’ll prolly end up at a desk with countless regrets
Maybe look upon this past as a fun hobby
With a chuckle like the people lookin down on me
Shit’s fishy man my life on the line
Been debating my demons
They tryna tackle my pride 
Got an angel on the other side 
Racking my mind
I ain’t tryna do backflips to bag in the dimes
Tryna strive unsigned
Can’t even live independent 
Yeah I’m tryna take it home
Really gettin the pennant
Life only getting harder didn’t think that they meant it
Poof! there goes all my hope
Need to tell it and penn it
Stay glancing out my window like a damsel in distress
Mind wandering
Ain’t no telling where it’s headed next
And I fear I’m headed nowhere
Bandolier across my chest
Just to fight off all my fears
More weary with every step

NIGHTS

prod. nobody

lyrics:
All my days so azul 
My own mind been tryna play me for a fool
Been lost 
We ain’t won in a minute uh
Got lots of work to do
When things fall apart you best pick up the tools
And get to work with it
Desperately reconstructing til it hurt again
Can’t grasp reality
When I’m gone the birds still gonna chirp man
Only way to live is through another person
I still distance
A crippling hypocrite who begs no assistance 
All I see is closed blinds but I swear I got the vision
Can’t grow out of the sadness nor in rap with this division
I keep swearing it will change
Fall in their places, rearrange
Yeah these notions so deranged 
Pain is such a bitter tang
I spit it on the mic and still my mindset is the same
Yeah this rapping is my truth huh
Thought it’s supposed to set you free huh
Guess I’m lying in the booth man
When the lion shows it’s teeth
This where you find what’s left of me

AZUL

prod. nobody

lyrics:
Making amends
Shaking some hands
Fall in a pit 
Do it again
Do it again
Losing my shit
Losing my friends
Throwing a fit
Using my pen 
Inking the tip 
Watching it float
Sinking the ship
Sinking the ship

The wisest words are most quietly spoke
We crashed and burned I signaled with the smoke
They kicked my SOS’s off the coast
Now we in different boats
And though it’s shitty, this the one I chose
They swear they know me, struggle never been the same
Dodging COVID, homies on a different strain
Uh
Maybe no one understands my pain
I don’t know myself, I may just be insane
I be talking to my momma hazardly
Learning everything ain’t how it has to be
Or how it should at least
Tripping over people that I couldn’t please
Tripping over me
Uh
Young man, plate full but he starving
Try to stay cool
Try to be an artist
Dreams fetched far it’s alarming
If I made it, doubt I’d face the stardom

Making amends
Shaking some hands
Fall in a pit 
Do it again
Do it again
Losing my shit
Losing my friends
Throwing a fit
Using my pen 
Inking the tip 
Watching it float
Sinking the ship
Sinking the ship

AMENDS

sum leftover beats from my new project over at https://soundcloud.com/aaronthomas27

1. aint
2. nextome
3. snow
4. yu
5. strs.
6. meek
7. cmon
8. plate
9. glide

LEFTOVERS

nobody

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