Grave Moss Demo

I'm just gonna say this is done now so I don't overwork it to death.

Tumblin' Down

Cover of FF7 Prelude and Bombing Run by Misha/Periphery

EBMM JPXI7 // EZMix // SD2 // Reaper

Final Fantasy 7 Prelude and Bombing Run

11 - 8-14

Blackout

Fifth of five (?) The instrumental is Julia Kent's "Intent." Buy her music, too because it helps the heart http://j.mp/jukent

LYRICS:

If my throat could hit them notes, I could have been Wanye
I feel as though I'm at the Silverdome to lift Andre
Soy muy Rico, but never been suave
I eat a pound of uncooked rice and spit sake


So folks asking where's soul at
It's been a whole year, he dropped no tracks
But they don't ask why my bones jabbed
against my skin or why I ain't playing phone tag

Well, my phone had this notepad
And this notepad had a note that
I wrote that lists the pros and cons
of taking my life with my own hands

What a rochambeau to the gonads
not to beat a dead horse to the bone fragments
But I learned that being my own man's
more than just not being my old man

Where the hell you been?
If I told you, then you'd Bellevue me
This what happens when you tell Truman
You stealth view him
Ain't started from the bottom but I fell through it
 
You said
that my pen is a gift
Well, so was Elliott Smith's
So that don't help me a bit
If they find my body with a belt looped 
Around my neck 'cause I ain't get my wellbutrin


Back then thought I'd get that milli
I guess that's just that Sendak in me
'cause now I'm more grown up than Kev and Winnie
But I ain't blown up yet like Wedge Antilles

I don't do it for delf 
I'mma spread that Philly
Friends and family gotta spend that with me
Step back give me a little room to exist
'cause I ain't moving an inch 
Brought a bedpan with me

Need a day to myself like Rex Manning
Because I'm up to a my neck as that Redman image
On Dare Iz a Dark and I'm scared if I stop
Everywhere that I walk is a dead man's ceiling

And a pump action up in the trunk can't fix it
Got the funk, can't fib it
Y'all are just fan fiction
Got one hand gripping on the rug that's lifting 
Under from them slipping with their stunt mans 'n em

This is not a come back
I'm just Todd Smith 
On his Mama Said Knock shit
Y'all get ungiven fucks and crickets
Tell your cut man this'll be a blood baptism


You'd say he's the best
If I beat my chest
'til no beats are left
Can I decompress?
Life isn't gonna sleep a sec
Similar to white sniffers with a cheap connect

What'd you do on your worst day?
You soul searched
What'd you get for your birthday?
Two ulcers
You poachers move closer
And my reaction'll turn your kneecaps to coasters 

Came outta my coma
Hard to kill
So y'all gon' feel
Like the player on my poster
Getting dunked on
If you're thinking I'm wrong
You can take it up with BOFA

Gotta deal with them salty feelings 
Like Kel with the L that he caught from Kenan
Ghost got him with gospel reading
I chose the om shanti and nostril breathing

I fought my demons since Ra's Al Ghul
And y'all can see it in the way I grew
So I could never be the Pepe La Peu
Type to say I do and then say adieu

What deja vu!
Is that a face I knew?
Wait, ain't I you?
Are you an A.I. too?
'Cause you say sky, and they say cielo,
But that doesn't mean that it ain't azul 

I got a way with words
Sometimes that's how i got away with words
The kind that stains the earth with blood
And that ain't something that entertainment's 

Nobody owes me their forgiveness
But I hope that you know that I'm listening
When you say that if you were gone 
Nobody would notice the difference
but you're so wrong


Soulstice V

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Written and performed by Soul Khan 
Additional vocals by Nicholas Ryan Gant
Produced by J57
Mixed and mastered by Nolan Thies

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