mas que batida foda pra essa eu faço até um texto

um litro de café na lata eu rimo sem pretexto

não tem rap perfeito você diz então fica esperto

que eu vou dropando bomba e levando quem tá perto

pra muito além de mim eu sei existo num contexto

de um trabalho cuidadoso todo feito sem desleixo

entregue desde o pulso até o que bate no peito

pra quem se importa mesmo com um produto dos bem feitos

o discurso vai do raso até a profundidade

do papo de boteco até a metalinguagem

verdade seja dita vida universidade

guia todos seus alunos até que ela acabe

prepara pra o refrão que essa foi a introdução

primeiro vem o trovão então o raio bate no chão

e acerta duas vezes sim e eu provo com minha rima

cada palavra dita mostra que eu tenho mira

pa pa pa, só tiro na cabeça

vacilou moscou de base foi esqueça

de segunda a sexta a caneta faz chover

s[abado e domingo tambem eh dia de escrever

metaforicamente cuspindo todo um pente

de ak quarenta e sete atingindo sua mente

mais um representante da atenas maranhense

vem pra bater de frente, um cometa ascendente

pensamento afiado de ideia terrorista

prepara o terreno um plantio certo propicia

entretenimento e educacao nas rimas

trazendo para as ruas a mais alta poesia

subindo essa ladeira no sol quente ao meio dia

sem tregua uma fogueira no pe que pisa a brita

nao julgo o irmao que resolve olhar pra cima

e pedir help pralguem ou pra algo que nao liga

mais facil eh mostrar garras e dentes tipo um puma

e quebrar toda corrente que no lodo nos afunda

pique ZZM eh da farra pra labuta

sem perder o humor a gente luta nossa luta

prepara pra o refrão que esse foi o segundo verso

brinco com a palavra mando rima no reverso

explico num so folego respiro recarrego

mandando oitenta bala tipo fuzil do exercito

pa pa pa, só tiro na cabeça

vacilou moscou de base foi esqueça

de segunda a sexta a caneta faz chover

s[abado e domingo tambem eh dia de escrever

metaforicamente cuspindo todo um pente

de ak quarenta e sete atingindo sua mente

mais um representante da atenas maranhense

vem pra bater de frente, um cometa ascendente

pomba mata a lombra do descanso sobra a sombra

monta o som que a turma rouba as orelhas deixa zonza

pique drama de espanha ponha a mão no fogo, honra

tem vergonha desengonça desencanta tira onda

malandro tem meandros devagar mas sempre ando

tanto tonto quanto pronto pro confronto

palavra tem estrondo abre porta e abre rombo

mando bala tipo rambo e ainda canto os meus contos

somos somente quem fomos no passado 

estão os louros e os ouros e os escombros

dos ombros de irmãos em que choramos

continuamos sãos, apesar dos pesares

bom navegador nunca foi feito em calmos mares

às vezes necessario novos ares, cohab ou buenos aires

nunca faria as pazes com faria lima types

metaforicamente prod.@[warpwax]

Master Debater is a bonus single from the forthcoming album 'An Encyclopedia of Patriarchy (incomplete)'. It's about how debate is used by some people in bad faith, without any standards that would allow the debaters to approach truth together (including many men if you try to talk to them about misogyny),

Master Debater

A dissection of male privilege, the lyrical autopsy table on "Car Crash Boy" contains the corpses of all the guys who preach on loudspeaker while their female counterparts' anguish "remains uncovered". The song's beat contains drums that hit like a crashing hammer and a cleansing piano: a perfectly weighted balance of chaos and serenity. This topsy turvy sound juxtaposes unbothered, vocal smoothness.

Car Crash Boy

PVCTOFSVLEM 2024
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RC$ VOL.2 (FEAT. WHITEWITCH)

been stumbling through the motions lately. sometimes it feels like life is rushing by. p.s. this started out as a poem p.p.s. please pardon the concluding voice crack p.p.p.s. thank you for listening

demo #4: can you find me?

"Keep Friends Close."
Songwriter(s): Astro Rockit
Producer(s): Astro Rockit

Trigger Warning EP

Playground Story

Stream

Mag Dump

S﻿o much anger that I aim at myself
It don't take haters to drain mental health
I do the job and prove it all my worth is ruined
Fugitive and not from the law but to undo what's locked in my skull
Hard head and talk to myself on the run
Sometimes I feel like I should drop dead my life just never begun
Been talked down so much my mind's just dust
Froze a frown on my face
And silence when all surround me in fun
Won't be proud except with what I sung
In debt to what it left I got nothing except my poems
Been stripped then gut checked punched then left on the curb
Wont cry on the corner still fight till the coroner
Get up then try to come over to the light shining the closest
Here I am singing alive in the open still rhyming for courage
Dancing for fun won't cancel this love
If i see a guy with his hand on his gun i just hand him the dough
Don't care for the show I play on my own
A cop comes by I'll just wave hi to the drone
Won't stop till the sky opens let the lightening strike to this
Tap dance clacking to the raindrops splashing
Sad face turned happy watch the crowd gather clapping
But this time I won't get on the bus
I talk to myself
Hang on the to the bench
Till the light comes up
I don't like hospital lunch
Actually I do
But I'm just getting my point across
I actually get on the bus and force my hand
I need a place to sit the faces shift
Can they hear the voices in my head
See the royces in my dream
I know I'll take this trip to make it big
Forget the pain my choice is to forge this scene
Bus passes and sitting alone at lunch in the back
Played for kicks to hall of famer teams
Solved all the ways to be a meal
Put me in the microwave but give me a microphone
TV dinner for all who hated me
I've been cooking too long
You'll see me explode all over the radio and screen
Left a mess that's all my paint you see
From the pain they gave to me
All over the walls down to the basement where you swore you thought I'd be
I warned you I'm not as weak as they only fortified my feet
Built me from the base to rising tower peaks

Cuz I Can

The depth of the mind is only as deep as its darkness
If it can survive all the hardships
maybe it was designed to get lost in its problems
The courage to search from the skies to the bottom
of the ocean its knowledge from being broken
Maybe even woken if nightmares are the wanted
Swimming into the abyss to get under the past that i live in
Wonder whats within this path
What can i find in the hazardous wrath to fit in
Whale sized dreams clenching jaws disguised sharks that feed
Fins wont ever finish
keep swimming the tales fight each side just to eat
Searching in the darkness the focus Im lost in
My problems are my tokens i bought gifts
audible lyrics in thought bubbles rising to the top of the water
And wont stop the oxygen i got as infinite as the depths uncharted
Rest is the mystery i wont accept till i breathe
in the sea of mishaps im drowned in
Found an angler fish to illuminate the abyss
Treasure makes an appearance in a sunken ship
What ive been in search of since went under the surface
Burning in the words i spit
underwater furnaces
Turn the fire up and the mic on
my sights on horizons 
Fire extinguisher wont discharge or end this spark
Exploring this wonderful darkness
Farthest from the stars promised like the cosmos was brung here
Light years bought for all the time that was lost in fear
Serenity lost like sailers cursing the storms drawing
A silent soul but
Thunder strikes everytime my words start pouring
Back to the electric eels
Energy that i feel
Depicts my dreams flashy
Lights flashing eccentric scenes
Like projector screens in classrooms
Swimming in the glory of passion
I cant do much below but this rapping
The only swag that I know
Dancing alone aspirations i bask in
And once i find what im searching for
Underneath this internal war submerged discourse
I'll rise to the surface towards the life ive been yearning for
But the darkness and despair is what ive given my soul
Holding hands with the horns and i wont apologize anymore
if this offends any of yall

Abyss

All these thoughts in my brain
Blizzard of piercing cold no fun without sleighs
Cascading like snowflakes but I wish none was the same
But it's the same and every single day
I walk thru the snow feet falling well below
Cold feet I won't turn back maybe if I fall this lack
of warmth will in fact get solved
On my way to hell this track is all
I left in the snow where everyone pissed at
Disrespected and left to the wolves
Tearing my flesh I cocked my fist back
No chicken I had to fight the grain to make it on my own
This clock is running pointing to 6 that's far below
And I'm heading into the warmth
Maybe I'll be accepted for my soul
Get ready to feel embers tearing holes in my clothes
I'm used to the pain ever since the kids that
Made me this way maybe this lack of love gave me my hug
Saved by it all dancing in the rain it just adds to my dreams
the steam escaping my skull
It's a haven to those who get slapped by life pain is our home
It's the circle of life our merry go round
Don't confuse it we're not confused even after stare at the ground
The bruises are just our fuses to stand out in a crowd

Falling

Im just a worthless guy who deserves to die
A third of my life has been trapped in a nursery rhyme
And I got word of advice and you heard it tonight
If your in search of the right words to recite
DONT LISTEN TO ME
my earnings is light so my worth isnt right
It hurts cuz despite i still work to get by
And its certain that im gonna be a virgin for life
I always hit the curb on the side when i turn as i drive
And im always in worst line at the supermarket
That part didn't quite rhyme and thats perfectly fine
Nobody comes to my place cuz the furnitures stained
They use to get turned away cuz my bird that would sing
It was parakeet who always stared at me
I use to wish all the time i would stop pissing at night
My bed would be soaked cuz i let go of my load
Instead of a dream i was set in scenes
Faucet turns and water worlds
Waking up in a place of disgust
What a fucked up life
Don't listen to my advice

Worthless Guy

Jane and Finch since 2017
ninguém é ZÓZIMO
no one is ZZM
nem eu mesmo
foda-se
humildade sempre
o verdadeiro prêmio são os amigos que fazemos no caminho


collabs: noonedmc@gmail.com

check my old prose and poetry at https://www.blogger.com/profile/00179530859425850237

metaforicamente prod.@[warpwax]

noonedmc/zZm

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