Resolution 2

ASAQI

Chambers

lyrics:

Fucking dirt
You are fucking dirt
Visions of your face
dragged along the side of the concrete

Nothing but Dirt,
You are fucking dirt
dry blood on the concrete
we dont aim for your legs
we dont aim for your legs boy

Fucking dirt nocturnal
Im on the loose
looking for loot
You stab I shoot
Put that fucking knife away if you gon aim for my legs
I dont trust any of these fuckboys
They talk too much when the day is long
If you're one of them
and I know you are
Im gon leave you blue
Like an avatar
Abracadabra - I make a call you disappear
I will take you apart like an engineer
This is the music I hear when I oversteer
Smoking the tires like crack in my lower gears
Dont you come over here
You are a lower tier
You are just Dirt on the side of road
Fucking Dirt on the side of the road.

CANTWIN - Fuckindirt

Killstation - Claustrophobia (not winning flip)

CANTWIN - YOU ARE FAKE [not winning flip]

[Part I: @theoriesofwesley]

Another bullet on sight (x4)
And we fucking ‘til the clit erupt, and I’m busting ‘till the clip get stuck
Ambidextrous with the fifty drum, plan to fetching some fisticuffs
I got your death on a rewind, burning your corpse then I’m throwing a peace sign
I never speak lies; hand on a Bible, high priest like I’m Eli 
179 in the cockpit, walking your bitch on a leash then we lock lips
Talking about bait? Well, I got fish – picking your mates off they feet like it’s chopsticks
Walking with that steel clutched, talking like you feel tough
All of these niggas in graves is ideal love (x2)

[Part II: not winning]

All you do is fucking nothing and talk
better watch yourself when you come across me
cuz my blade might just fucking slip
it might just fucking slip

Flex just for the fuck of it
I could be useful but let me do nothing first
dive in the circlejerk off
my small ego I need to be fucking nursed
bathe me in attention bitch
I am depressed and I need some attention bitch
Tell me how great I am
I need Validation so tell me how great I am

God I fucking hate you
come up with excuses
Im gon execute everyone 
who is too stupid to do shit
Useless
Nuisance
youre finding yourself toothless
You say that youre buzzing but the only thing that you will ever be good at remains to be nothing

%% - asocial tendencies w/ IKEMEFUNA

beat by @pxlse <3

Fuck a feel as I dream to reach epitome
Fuck up my socials, Im reppin the infamy
Im my best friend, dont need no fucking sympathy
peep the between if you want to look into me

I see no color boy, you're lacking imagery
Open your mouth - I lose interest immediately
Dodgin your bullshit boy, see this agility?
Always the same like a life in captivity

Dont you come at me, I am bumping my own shit
I've got selective hearing, I have devoted my focus
Back at the lowest I was homeless
I found my passion for the spoken
Go try to change my fucking bones and
notice that I've already chosen

Terrorist, like my name is Sam Hyde
Laugh at you fuckers defining your life
Cold and shit, like the raise in shanghai
Laugh at you fuckers who live to be high
In this bitch, like I'm between two thighs
Hatin you fuckers who cry all the time
Fuck being rich, money makes you go blind
Hatin you fuckers who change for a dime.

%% - Basics of losing [prod. PULSE]

Part 1 - notwinning

Hop off my fucking dick already bitch
The fuck is wrong with you

You must be fucking stupid bitch

Leave me the fuck alone already
You want to make me fucking neck myself

You want to make me swallow cyanide
facecheck an ironsight
jesus christ somebody come and end my life

I hate your fucking presence

Part 2 - @depthstrida

BITCH MY WHOLE LIFE IS FUCKED
STILL MAKE SURE THAT YOURE THE CUCK
EVEN MY FUCKING PETS KNOW THE MOANING OF YOUR SLUT
FUCK YOUR DRUGS FUCK YOUR CLUBS
BASIC BITCHES BASIC FLOW
BASIC LIKE THE EPISODES OF HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER
MOTHERFUCKER

%% - Presence not appreciated ft. Depth Strida

cover by @arrazane

Mental image Sine Wave
grants the artistry that I crave
some goddamn fucking silence
Dont you leech my sleep
might follow me right into my grave
Presence and a following of migraine
Stop trying to sneak a peek at my brain

Need for Speed you're way too slow to drive my lane
your Inertia turns to my gain
fuck what I say
shit outta my brain
catch a train with my face first
pace thirst;
can we get a fucking move on?
You're losing touch
where your contact
Got a fucking new phone?

But its whatever
charge your tenner
You're a bitch, not a man

But its whatever
charge your tenner
I dont think you understand

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Make me beg to leave
I fucking hate this place

Make me beg to leave
Im sick of seeing your face

Make me beg to leave
Make me beg to leave
Make me beg to leave
I'm tired of this place

Make me beg to leave
Make me beg to leave
Make me beg to leave
I fucking hate your face

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I fucking hate
Seeing someone like you

I fucking hate 
meeting someone like you

I hate your pretending
You dont understand me

I hate your pretending
You dont get my vision

produced, mixed and mastered by notwinning

%% - Loss of vision

[Part I: @arrazane]

I go against my ways to pledge that I'm disconnected
God bless all these souls I couldn't  have protected
Tried to break the silence now my life's affected
Nightmares from the issues that are domestic
The codes have rested, the lies been tested 
the polygraph shows that they're infested
The metamorphosis, apollo cartridges 
stepping over bulks like a bidding narcissist
Supper, the anti-hero with a cover
Born in a world without no lover 
A daughter, the child of the universe
a mother, prime senses first, better showup undercover
First to hit the grave, last to sweep the dirt
Smoking on a port, do not say a word, 
packing all the work, this is how I murk, 
visions getting blurred, had to leave this earth

[Part II: not winning]

Fuck am I supposed to say?
Told you that I cant, want but I cant
currrently Im sitting on my hands
fuck do you know?
Probably nothing, fucking nothing thats right
but what do you expect in this circlejerk
full of bitches and dirt
Introvert; Dont hit me up
Dont wanna say a fucking word
You are truly the worst
get me out this fucking world
fuck a earth
fuck a verse
I just wanna go 

Dont you try to give me shit you little bitch
Im too goddamn old for this
Dont tell me bout your problems
I cant really solve em
even if I could 
I couldnt be bothered
why you gotta go detour my way?
where your fucking array?
You drown out like decay
get out my fucking face
I dont want to be your friend
might go live in a cave

mixing and post production done by not winning

%% - Blunt Badge w/ Arrazane [prod. by not winning & pulse]

still fucking up my socials
I keep myself in a different genus
wont tolerate your bullshit
that aint my thing I'll leave that to jesus
Im coming up; promotion
how come that I see myself beneath him?
Your voices drowning; ocean
never the same like a life in freedom

Dont you come at me 
youre still the fucking same
nobody gives a fuck about your music man
Those drugs have fucked your brain
you become just like who you associate with
thats why I distanced myself to avoid becoming a bitch

fuck a fake 
fuck a real
I dont know what to feel
I'm out of energy
to give a fuck about people 
like memory
y'all cannot fathom me
cant do it better
stop your pity battery
you cant do shit
resort yourself to cryin
truth dont work
so maybe I'll start lying
empty minded;
choose freedom or dying
kill the antagonist

If you want me dead
I'll kill you first
bad at throwing
but you know I'll catch that case

You are fucking trash
You're just the worst
got a problem?
Then come say it to my face

%% - Basics of Winning [prod. PULSE]

my current mood in wav format

prod. by notwinning, notwinning and notwinning

dont you have some shit to do
how fucking pitiful
bootleg reese witherspoon
lookalike
get off my dick aight
fuckin right
what does a man have to do 
to have fucking nothing nothing on his mind

my existence is a bet
only thing I feel is stress
my existence is a bet
only thing I feel is stress

stop tryna reach
cuz I aint really bout this shit man
and stop tryna speak
cuz I aint really part of this man
Im trigger finger happy
cant you leave me alone
phone thrown out the window
I belong on my own

megalomaniac Im good at being bad
uncle; dad
I cant trust my own blood
restated the fact
you aint sincere its the way you fucking act
disable my tact
dealing with you
deals me a heartattack
I dont really care
I dont really know
all I really know
is that Im slowly running low
on empty space and sanity
how come Im feeling vanity
why is my life so mad at me
someone stop this agony

stop tryna reach
cuz I aint really bout this shit man
and stop tryna speak
cuz I aint really part of this man
Im trigger finger happy
cant you leave me alone
phone thrown out the window
I belong on my own

%% - discomfort

red cat
running 'round my mind
I fail to catch it everytime
no feline
I've got enough of your purple lies
If we sympathize, let me give you some advice

I like being left alone
I dont like being a fucking clone
I like a nice cologne
but I fucking hate people
who think they know my shit better than I do
cut you off now you end up shorter than a fucking haiku



Tell a man he cant get to live his fucking life
Take his mouth
take his lips
he cant talk
tell no lies and thats it
man I swear I got enough of everyone up in my fucking shit
yeah
come again and let me listen to your shit
lets talk a fucking hour all I say is yes, we're done and thats it

demote myself to fucking average
put a leash on me cuz I'm a fucking savage
'bout to maul his so-called owner

get put to sleep
no life
but atleast I got my honor

%% - Red Cat

excuse the voice im ill

Im so sick of this shit
mood bad
whos that bitch
turn her down like the fucking pitch

I look inside in your eyes and I feel nothing but the volume clipping switch my location 
you make my fingers itch

check that narrow minded-
I dont really feel like talking about it
overcrowded my state of mind
surrounded by wasted time
hands bound bout as often
as you faggots want to die

check my modus operandi
im am sicker than you can be
fuck your presence somebody call me a motherfucking taxi
before I attack the lumps of human flesh that fancy
to upload their shitty mp3s onto soundcloud as music

Im so sick of this shit
mood bad
whos that bitch
turn her down like the fucking pitch

I look inside in your eyes and I feel nothing but the volume clipping switch my location 
you make my fingers itch

%% - modus operandi

3.1 rollin on the interception that shit make me feel some kind of way
free as I please in movin around excluding the sound
2 legged hatred standin on this ground

fuck what he sayin get good mood on the pavement
sittin on your food is a waste and fucks up the taste
I might be mistaken
but sayin
that I absolutely hate these surroundings 
is nothing new quite nostalgic
broken record as second name

wasted fucking time
everything that I write and rhyme
is coherence that I put online__
what the fuck
ing all round this shit
got no hoes around my dick
got no house to wallow in
Im spittin shit you swallow it
but I happen to not give a fuck
arent I in luck
my life is like waiting for a bus
bitch im walking

latenight
have you ever sat in a car and went into 4 directions at the same time?
jazzvibes

I dont know 
I dont care
Fuck a hook
fuck a snare
I only spend my time in writing text without the ink
I cannot fucking express this shit
lets continue this talk on my dick
360° facebook-video shit
marry just to divorce a bitch

Now 50% of my shit is missin
go check on your _
rather go dismiss it
usual business
handlin shiznit
low asshole
mediocre intentions

Starin 4 days
starin at your heart and your face
want peace
through aggressive means
gimme that dopamine
jdm rotary
losin my focus here

four movement

you can suck my dick if you dont like my shit
everybody want different but nobodies fucking liking it
Im writing this inside a hourglass
and I'l be fucking glad in choosing death
rather than to have you fuckers as my friends

I already regret to be back
just the thought of seeing letters associated with you
makes me fucking gag

Im grinding all my fucking teeth to dust
in the process of supressing these urges of self-expression and how its worded

personalities assertive boy I aint a cuck like you
I aint cut like you
dont wanna talk it through
dont even notice you
I cannot for the life of me
add to the fucking words of shit that I repeat
unless I'm in a state of fucking rage
Im fucking caged and I dont want for shit to be this fucking way
but I guess you gotta eat whatevers served up on the plate

%% - Basics of whatever type of shit I have to say [prod. PULSE & hsin juuk u]

%% - press direct

jinny empty subways
throwback back to my days
payin small visits to people who founded this in the first place
readin thesis to a room of empty people
echoes bouncin around blank
no reference to this sound
thanks c/o blank
thanks c/o label
one plan I stick to and thats all you have to know
put art in constitution and you break that shit
seems like nothing really changed up in this bitch

Jinny up
man I dont give a fuck
social status double colon
I be cutthroat

Jinny up
repeated motive
no one notice
contradiction blocking the flows
so I cant show them

Jinny up
やっぱり canvas ever so blank
maybe its time to find a different means

Jinny up
man and miss me with that 2 year
heres some sandpaper for that edge

%% - jinny

ALBUM soon

FKA NOT WINNING
[still unsure about what to name this project]

uploading here / %%

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