super late, deadline wise and time-wise

Sailing in the seas
Feel the breeze
Going 'bout a million knots
On the way to take your shit and your cheese
Lil bitch, know it's me
I ain't gotta prove shit
Nothing else to fuckin' lose
Rifle through ya fuckin' pockets
Cock it, hoe we toting muskets
There ain't nothing that I must get
I just wanna take everything you got
Everything you worth
Leave 'em in the dirt
Lock the cannons
Ho I'm planning just to rob the earth
Spit hearth heat
I'm a dirt B-A-G
Fuck your naval fleet
Klepto M-A-N-I-A-C
Ho please
Let's make it easy
Gimme fuckin' purses
And I won't hurt you, maybe
Lately, i've been feeling crazy
My wallet growing thinner
And my sinning ways leave me hazy
Baby
I just want the loot
It ain't no Biggie
If I go to hell
Gimme money, or I will shoot

Thievin' r/MHH CYPHER prod. Russ Hillier

how is it half-way through may already wtf

Bitch, suck my dick
I ain't wanna talk about it
Motherfuckers always talkin'
But they never walk about it
Sulk about it, dumb about it
Hoe, I think I'd drown without it
Hit the road, my dope
Smoke like an engine broke
I know, my flow feeling like a T-1000
Deals feel real fucking Faustian
I'm lounging on the couch now
Keep it quick, keep it clean
On my dick, what you mean?
I ain't need a fix
Just a blunt lit
Couple fuckin' bills paid
Couple million demons in my head
All my dreams coming out the fade
How can I fuck up today?
Octo with the eyes of jade
Smoking, cooling, laying in my grave (it's okay)
Know they'll find a way to hate anyway
Anyday, try it motherfucker
And we'll see who pays
I'm just chilling, tryna finish off my damn C-U-P
.38, serial scratch like a lotto ticket
Put it to my top and pull it 'till the fuckin' trigger clicking
Grey brains spilling on my jeans
Mixing with the ash stains from the last week
I don't want no fuckin' crown, I'm no damn king
I'm just another fuckin' dude
With some dumb dreams and some bad weed

Cypher 18 - No Theme prod. Ikon West

fuck memories fr mane

Bitch I am stressed
Holding my neck
Open, the blood is soaking up my chest
Jump in the back
My hat, it say SESH
Mask up, it’s matching the suicide vest
Thoughts in my head
The past filled with dread
Memory lane is a street that I’d never go
Feeling so low
Hoe know it’s O
I’m locking the door
And I’m blowing the dro
Hitting the floor
Seeing the ghosts and they seeing me too
Caught in my throat
I cannot come over
Dumb little hoe
I’m turning to smolders
Past on my back
And it grabbing my shoulders
Holding me closer
Cannot escape
Spending my youth and denying my fate
Running from poltergeists, cannot evade
Things change quick when you want a different scene
I ain’t wanna think shit, thoughts right down the drain
Yeah, Life’s a bitch, we fucked anyway
I ain’t wanna take trips down memory lane
I ain’t wanna relive the last couple days
I ain’t wanna stay stuck in my damn ways
I don’t wanna go back
Take a hoe back
Take her throat
I lack what makes me sane

Cypher 20 - Memory Lane prod. GD Ambidextrous

working overnights to avoid others

I don't wanna ask
Break myself to bits before I do
Acai right out the flask
Baby it is all I ever do
I won't ever last

Fuck a chain, skin cocaine paint
Saint O, blow an O
Looking like a hero
An hero
My lungs below zero
Couple tears roll
As the years go
Feeling like waves as the tides go in
My sinning is slitting the inside of my soul
I'm winning, my kin is pretending that I'm gold
Just so they name ain't on the motherfucking note
What a joke, O
(I don't wanna-)
No
Fuck that
Where ya luck at?
Look back, it's the dirtbag always on attack
Never knowing what I lack
Catastrophe passing the scepter
I am cutting at my limbs
Like an impatient leper
I'm feeling like Lector
I'm feeling like Moses
I'm feeling like Christ
With two other cold shoulders
I'm feeling so lower
I'm crushing myself under Sisyphus' boulder

I don't wanna ask
Break myself to bits before I do
Acai right out the flask
Baby it is all I ever do
I won't ever last

Sleep Deprivation (prod. MAJZKLUANI)

dudes are crazy man

things are switching, changing
banging on my fucking neck
this rope was meant for hanging
but im going farther than i thought
farther as i fought
paper skin splitting
paper tigers in the comments
hating, all you do is knock
oh my god
i wont say the shit you want me to
i dont take the bait
i call up Fate and have him handle you
i be satisfied with ozymandian endings
my death is pending
told the reaper give me few
i got shit to do
nothing that i need to prove
im not you
insecurities
they shine like beacons hitting glass
yeah, your ass so see-through
talk your shit except im yet to see your cypher dude
you so ferocious when theres no fear of rabbits fighting back
i promise
i wont be in comments tryna argue mane
ill be eating cyphers with the dudes who will go spit some change
ill go write with SF, subs will make sure your ship is sank
the shit you do is lame mane

SHOUT OUT IKON FOR THE BEAT (Cypher 31) prod. Ikon West

mom was right, video games are evil

[Verse 1: october]
Bitch, it's '81 and me and SF gotta break the bank
Quarters clankin' in my pocket
Rocket straight to the arcade
Dark as fuck, CRTs up in my vision
Million motherfuckers makin' mockeries
But me and Russ, we on a mission
See it in the back
"Ayo O, have you ever seen that?"
Matte black with the blue accents
Shit had put me in a trance
Took a chance
Empty out my balance for the tokens in my hand
Weeks have passed
And I'm still stuck up in this fuckin' stance
Starship shooting pixels replay in my fuckin' mind
G-Men at my fuckin' door
I'm staring at 'em through the blinds
Psychoactive, try to stay away
Like a moth who's drawn to flame
I come right back to play
I ain't ate in fuckin' days
I ain't even know the date
I'm irate
Lashing out at family
Wanna take my fuckin' brain
Ship it off to Reagan
For the doctors to obtain
I'm insane
It seems crazy just to blame a game
Hold up, wait
Call up Russ and see if he okay

[Verse 2: Russ Hiller]
Yeugh
Is anybody out there really real?
Cop a feel but it's hollow
just a brittle shitty build
I'm a sim, gonna follow without any sense of will
I couldn't tell you what's a pixel
Everything seems so surreal
Bollocks to your pretty little pill
I'm awake to the horrors
I'm not swallowing anything that you shill
Third option, right here: walk away from this deal
But that wasn't on offer
so what's being concealed?
Is it Polybius pulling at the strings?
Is there an evil genius achieving his dream?
Am I on an intravenous in a hospital wing?
So many questions but the worlds blend together
Dunno what to believe
So many oxygen thieves
I got a box full of c4
Octo
We gotta put a stop to this machine war
The police force
Is soon gonna be knocking down these doors
I'm almost at the end of the level just gimme 3 more minutes

POLYBIUS feat. Russ Hillier (prod. FLOCKABOI)

long time no see

youngin
dirty 'didas
tryna make some fuckin' heaters bitch
every beat, i eat 'em
see ya never when my mental switch
off, i cough up awful meanings
fiending, what the freedom give?
stress up off my shit
and no meds in my cabinet
fuck
i been thinking 'bout what i wanna do in life
keep me up at fuckin' night
you might've noticed locusts, vultures
in my bloodstream culture
i just hope i make it past
free from rent and racks
free from chicken scratch
free from needs and latched to wants
freedom ain't a thing i could envision hoe
when i'm low
brain is wired in a way you can't fix with ya wishing hoe
so it's either accept my fate or find a place to dig my hole
or i go on right ahead and survive on some fuckin' hope
land of overdose
i cope on smoke and unhealthy habits
its maladaptive when i rap about my damage
and my plans to get out of it all
spring, summer, winter, fall
October, they steady crawling
bawling, falling 'fore they hit the wall

Cypher 39 - Freedom (prod. Greekianian)

i really should play dragon age again

rollin with conviction
of a million men addicted
to the fixing of some serotonin
blowin O's with the ronin hair
shit mid man, i think im blowing air
but beware
im Pennywise up in the fairgrounds
play around
motherfucker never let me lay it down
stay a round
im Tyson with the writing
leave a body in the lost and found
fountain of youth, come and grant me the truth
im a sinner motherfucker
who i be through and through
sunday service never saved me
sell a sucker soul
scheming for a single mercedes
im fucking fading fuckboy
come press your luck boy
imma test that fucking ana
keep a weapon tuck boy
October getting colder but im blaming global warming
melting every night
flash-freeze every morning
eternal damnation
leave my family fuckin mourning
i was born up in the storming
no concern for the public
tell that hoe to shut it
im busy fuckin dying
i dont wanna hear nothing

the deep roads (prod. jax$tax)

hey did you know my name is octo hey did you know

pop up out the closed casket
make em think that O magic
jack the hearse at gunpoint
get to speeding until O crash it
then im back up in the oak box
wake will be placed at the d-d-dope spot
i aint one to fuckin talk
throwing rocks, never shade, at your glass house
ocky back up in a cypher
now these rappers ask out
opal over doubt
fuck your clout
rather be face down
off the shore like swiss bank accounts hoe
throw me in the boat, light the mast
place a game on my mask
play them games, watch your ass
feel the blast of la flame like Travy carry gats
aint no shame in no coffin
cuz thats what youll fuckin have
throw a rapper in a blank grave
"i aint fuckin seen him, why you ask?"
pastor carry books
O, i carry sixteens like vietnam troops
show up at the service with my middle finger up
21 shots ive sent, all recorded as salute
boy im Redfield with them boulders
why the fuck you think a pebble finna send me over?
heavy metal head bang, guess the game gon be over
October MIA, return to sender on the postal hoe

Cypher 31 - Funeral (prod. HUBLOTKINGCOLE)

ockyopalish !

pop up out the closed casket
make em think that O magic
jack the hearse at gunpoint
get to speeding until O crash it
then im back up in the oak box
wake will be placed at the d-d-dope spot
i aint one to fuckin talk
throwing rocks, never shade, at your glass house
ocky back up in a cypher
now these rappers ask out
opal over doubt
fuck your clout
rather be face down
off the shore like swiss bank accounts hoe
throw me in the boat, light the mast
place a game on my mask
play them games, watch your ass
feel the blast of la flame like Travy carry gats
aint no shame in no coffin
cuz thats what youll fuckin have
throw a rapper in a blank grave
"i aint fuckin seen him, why you ask?"
pastor carry books
O, i carry sixteens like vietnam troops
show up at the service with my middle finger up
21 shots ive sent, all recorded as salute
boy im Redfield with them boulders
why the fuck you think a pebble finna send me over?
heavy metal head bang, guess the game gon be over
October MIA, return to sender on the postal hoe

hyperfuneral (prod.HUBLOTKINGCOLE)

i fuckin hate tags lmao

scarring up the mental tissue
bitch you wish i fuckin meant to miss you
hit you with a missile
get the fuck up out my private domicile
but ill call you in a while
yeah we can fuck and love
all we gotta do is dial
blame you for the style
blame you for the way i walk
way i fuckin talk
way i rotate, let it spark
what we both aint
baby let O paint
the newest pretty picture
put the mask that ive created on my face
walk up in the memory bank
start to aim
i dont want no ben frank
want citalopram, ability to never fuckin think
sorry baby, only drive when i drink
O might drive to the brink
only high all the time
even though supposed refrain
yeah you know sobriety, it aint a motherfuckin thing
drained brains
laced games
same vein i fuckin severed
somehow wound up back together
realize that im tethered to the weather
whether it be shining or the snow
Octo make another alias
its ockyopalish, the mighty O
anything to shield my fuckin face
from all the people that i used to know
turned into a ghost
trauma

Cypher 32 - Trauma (prod. Sincrónimo)

quirky saying goes here

days id waste, i lay upon the creek
creaking floors, i pour my core and speak upon another beat
make me think im meant to be
make me think i love the scene
scenery is sweet
but i think that this aint for me to see
c'est la vie
O C T
blinked into another form like SCP
ESP, i can see the terror in the wind and trees
thankfully, i been tryna find an escape
with every breath that i take
im feeling less of the days
im feeling more of the haze
im laid out
paid, now
imma fuckin blow it on some smoke
and hope i start to fade out
all this rapper shit is played out
told em fuck a tape
gimme couple days
drop a couple .wavs
who's to say now?
who's the wave now?
who's the lucky motherfucking monthly taste now?
make sure they ain't coming near my fuckin' place now
live and wish to live and die
O survive in the shade now

c'est la vie (prod. DRK)

ocky ober?
visuals on YT : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dl9MOfch1V0

dope supernova
knowing o is over legal limits
every second
every minute
every decade
spent in a dead space
but the fault is always mine tho isn't it?
i'm sending the shuttle
the Hubble can't see us
hop in Apollo
turn rubble on Venus
JFK drop
crossed out
i'm feeling like Jesus
breath in my chest
some reason, can't breathe it
bleeding
anemic
Alpha Centauri encased in my body
i probably been problems
i weaken the party next door
and i'm leaving
stopped with the dreaming
leaning as i space walk
don't give a fuck 'bout the cost
know my soul already lost
i'm frozen on Pluto
i swallow the frost
challenger two door
explode as they sob
Andromeda crashing and cashing the check
you can hit SF if you need to reach me
i'm floating with Sputnik
O smoke in abundance
but it's been the heat of the summer
so something is fucking the ozone
o c t o gone
blackhole turn me fucking jelly
it's the melee from the homegrown
hit 'em with the chokehold
stop hoes from the top rope
drop O in the boxed oak
need a fuckin lock tho

tell me they fuck with me
don't get the notion
drowning inside of an orbital ocean
still feeling dead and i feel no emotion
moving so slow
these hoes don't see the motion
what is a quotient?
O
i stay broke like machinery smoking
spend a decade tripping over my own shit
oh well
i stay in they throat like they choking
love all your posting
i don't feel the same
posing for pictures
it ain't in my veins
i'm masked up inside of my house
i'm spaced
laced with moon rock
but i'm finna take off my helmet
no one hear me cough up in the stars
up in the car but it feel like it Mars
fingers
they tracing all over my scars
lungs turning dark like Pink Floyd album art
still the fool smoking on all these fake carts

all these fake carts
pull it, walmart
big bang when i spark
floating 'round Saturn with Rio in park

challenger (prod. Keko Beats)

quirky

occo:
step up in the scene, bring they dead out
everytime i drop a verse, wanna check out
i ain’t interested in all these blue checks now
rather stay behind the curtain with the oz out
flaws out
hoe im xeno with the fuckin’ claws out, draw out
way i’m laughing like i got the nos out
s'all bout 
showing the dope way i turn words to smoke
i ain’t no hero
but i’m damn sure your foe
feed ‘em to the crows
hoe i’m supernova, novices?
y’all be a fuckin’ joke
ain’t no one colder
the polar is stuck up in my throat
everything i speak and spit is freezing cold
let you know, thought you knew 
go to hell, nothing new
know them hoes is hating on me
but i always be confused
because these motherfuckers think i care about them fuckin’ views
i’m with redcoat, toting muskets and we coming with the crew
and they searching for you, and you

back up in the hearse with a verse on me
we the motherfuckin’ worst, got a curse on me
bitch it’s sf to the death death on me
bitch it’s sf to the death death on me

russy red:
bitch it’s sf to the death death on me
ima flex 
sf forever blessed on a beat 
sf attack
sf at the back protecting the sheep 
sf crack
sf smack got it set on repeat
octo gonna cast resurrect on me
coming back rotting flesh 
an undead zombie
got an insane craving
and some meds on me 
gonna trade em for a brain 
i give the best lobotomies in the business 
erase em off the hitlist
shit bitch 
twitch twitch your body convulses and your wig slips
the crypts equipped 
ready for moldy old rich stiffs
the rest of us are living in pig shit 
rigged this game from the start
ima grift in this lane for the sake of the art
swimming naked with the sharks
i'll make a filet from the flavorsome parts
served it on a plate but no one made a remark 
i got the thing that's missing from between your ears
and i ain't gonna give it back, im gonna eat it here
coz i feed on fear and wash it down with a premium beer 
bitch it's sf til the death death on me 
ima flex 
sf forever blessed on a beat 
sf attack
sf at the back protecting the sheep 
sf crack
sf smack got it set on repeat

coffindodgin' (feat. Russ Hillier) [prod. UNREM]

all hard drives do is corrupt and spite me
go fw soulja

motherfuck music
imma duck when i’m cruising
all this luck still i’m losing
confusing the users
oh my fucking god
here we go again with oct
always fucking sparking
always fucking talking all that
blah blah blah blah blah
(on the way)
meet me at our place near heaven’s gate
and you can blow my brain
go insane
turning the scene into graves
and i’ll do it again
leaving the bank with all the savings in my pocket
ocky gotta cop it
rocket, nasa
blasting off after i’m dropping classics
mathematics and decay
davy crockett coffins
laughing as they dragging me away
black body-bagging
bucking with a dragon
might just throw you off that wagon
tragic passing fucking with the fucking faction

cruising for a bruising
drooping by my eyes, i’m zooted
looting mausoleums
selling shit for drug consuming
resuming the process by the very next day
and my fucking head is still hungover
lungs is over all these sober states
fuck it tho
flow is cold, in the hole but blowing out your speakers tho
need a feature? should’ve asked me bout a million years ago
on a break, ocky mia
take about a decade
the day to day, it stay the same
sunshine, sleet, or snow or rain
i been slain
look outside and see another stain
fuck the game
fuck your gang
yeah we losers
what else do you have to say?
everything in vain

northwoods (prod. souljabythelake)

they brando my marlon until i father god

go fw exihade

sight lines
might sign
sigh, slip scythe through concubines
right time? my time
slight right turn through a brick wall
i’m fine
light pine
i dine deep deep deep in hell
you’ll find the site where i laid my grave
woah
mirror gripping on the fuckin’ 
blow 'nado’s, i’ll turn NATO to play dough
they say i’m like plato
sip mango, no faygo
like draino, my brain go alice
break in the palace, feet on the throne
middle finger in the air
gripping triggers of a stone cold chrome
chilled bones
no phone, i’m faux, aye
dark home, empty rooms
plenty doom for you
wanna get into the motherfuckin’ tomb
smelling like death in the gloom

no brando
no lambo
and when it's all turning to shit
who you gonna stand for?

i’m a monster with 21 faces 
packed in corporeal spaces 
psychic vampires latched feeding 
maggot brained 
concrete sleeping 
but i am Saturn in need of eating 
Cronos crush us with a linear meaning 
people’s hokum comes from black sludge 
drunk on redrum 
causes bedlam
dread, my best
fear we out run
said, at rest
this the outcome
bed, undress 
could you fathom
no sir, madam
swirls at random 
peel the flesh
inject the phantom
feels a mess 
disjointed damage
come and ravish 
worlds orgasm
taken bliss what a savage
place a kiss 
poison and magic

it's the guy in the redcoat
coming in, let's go 
best bros getting in the ring 
time to test those features
octo, russy and anervouscreature
surplus heat 
better turn up speakers 
train gains speed tryna wake up sleepers 
same old game 
no money, no gains 
nobody got faith in a runaway jesus 
scenes backstage made the underpaid cleaners furious 
walking the walk like you're Morbius 
propped up by artist support 
and the corporate schemes make enormous endorsements 
use underhand tactics to leverage an audience 
do double backflips while having abortions on tiktok 
and if the theatrics don't cause you to lift off 
and this shot’s ignored? 
you got everyone pissed off instead

no brando (feat. ANervousCreature & Russ Hillier) [prod. exihade]

just dont wait till next october man

chainsmoke

man if they hate me, why the fuck they mad for?
octo just a broke loser with no fuckin’ cash flow
hoes should be glad
i just laugh and ash and dash
maybe lash out depending on the meds stashed
head bash
skull crack, leaking black now
throat slash, throw ‘em in the trash
imma crash out
wraps stay attached
i got games on me
stay hanging with them lames
you the same homie
chainsmoke

vitiligo dope
go broke
o ghost gon go to the grave and let ‘em know
who the fuck really dead
who the fuck really down
six feet in the creek
from the pamlico sound
lead frown
red fountain cup
with açai or some such
never make a fuckin’ fuss
you can trust we’ll discuss my disgust
i don’t touch
i just let em meet fate
no rush, brain mush anyway
but
lobotomy is proving a problem
i’ve fucking fallen
to the worst of ‘em
now my tone sets a curse on ‘em
now my fuckin’ home make me feel nothing
and i always been alone
but the loneliness is like a damn oven
pressure and pressure, i’m growing oh slowly
the solely heroic but wholly neurotic
i turn it to vegas, i turn it necrotic
these voices are saying they scheming and plotting
catastrophic
i can’t stop it
my optics are stained bloody red
from the crop and the chopping
the bucket, i’ve kicked it
the ticket, i’ve bought it
unzipping the fabric of earth
know you saw it
know that you thought it
know that octo is your worst mistake
that you fuckin’ turned to prophet
know that any profit that i pocket
is all locked behind drugs and this fucking hobby that i started 
my father is hades incarnate
my mother a jackal, with teeth like a comet
motherfuck comments, i don’t need the drama
upping the lipton and lipping the fauna
dripping from skull and my life is a goner
but fuck all that noise, you fucking prima-donnas
fuck recognition, i just need some commas
blow it all quick and i’m back of the line in designer

chainsmoke (prod. UNREM)

made up of the fae
envoy from the fuckin’ fade
baby, hope you know i been this way
hope you know what you just got yourself into
moonveil hit you, slice in two
you in hell, so welcome to the circle
me and booda lurk
you’ll see us soon

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
go ahead and talk about it
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
go ahead and talk about it

pull up like i’m murray
leave ya mama worried
see my face, i keep it blurry
in a hurry, as i know i’m dying hoe
light is shining, signing “fuck you” with my right
spitting spirit rites, you hope you right
but you know you wrong
and you gone
fuck some action
you ain’t even fit for rapping
it’s splinter faction, stands is clapping
in ovation fashion
skull is cracking but i’m back in
no, the fact is that i’m laughing like i’m fallon
how you think you been a challenge
losing balance
i’m the fate
i’m the grave
you the wave?
then i’m great white
taking eight bites out your lame life
roll the dice, hit them snake eyes
advise you to get the fuck up out the way
otherwise you might die
but that’s fine
by design
octo, booda, two of a kind
i think i be divine
nevermind
crawling out this hellish mine
hellish mind
i’m assigned
take this world and make it ashes
and i don’t fucking plan
to fail it hoe
hail to o

your lips are always flapping but got nothing to say
i see this as a game and you know i'm gon' play
i know i got the dope, customers gonna pay
i'll fuckin' sniff em out and flip it like the bloodhounds fang
you see i got that strength and dex so yo ass gon' be beat
i'm the bloody finger, it's on sight in these streets 
stay up in the lab, no one else is in our pedigree
why they call me master? cause i take it to the next degree 
my intelligence is on a whole 'nother level
mind is always racin, ain't got no time to settle 
busted out the clink, Booda, Octo, we don't do wrong
every single week, the crew comin with a new song
other rappers don't do shit so no surprise there's shock about it
bodying these beats, put some chalk around it
if you got a problem, all you do is fuckin walk around it
if i got a problem, you can bet that i'll talk about it

talk about it (feat. Booda Tha Master)[prod. UNREM]

wristband blues but this hoe bright white
with the beeper on my left, i ain’t left out of all they sight
day or night
i don’t know, i only know these fluorescent lights
and all the flies that die inside
reminding me and mine of i
slide down head first
helter skelter, make it hurt
cookies with the trazodone
pill cocktails for all dessert
go ahead and make it worse
scrubs straight out the fuckin dirt
yeah i wanna fuckin die
ocky never found up in the search
cold turk, no smoke
hope for nothing, it’s a joke
group or 1 or 1
“but im fine”
nah, gimme ya phone
goddamn im alone
in a room full of drones
drool pooling
im assuming that dooming is my own
pain cooling, no fooling the devil up in his home hoe
throw me in the jacket, waste away
play me out, left side stage
problems popping
dressed in broken brains
no bang
just draining out the fuckin side of my neck

psych ward (prod. souljabythelake)

:/

drain the 510 by 1:50
5150 till i’m sixty billion
maybe then i’ll be chilling
instead of feeling this feeling of detonation
and i can’t even claim that’s it’s dedication
dead me talking bout some vocation
i choke on occasion, o
yeah you crazy o
yeah you fading o
its all gravy
why you shaky
why you screaming “save me”
you so lazy o
why don’t you maybe rap a little
shaking the webs and racking the pistol
blick to the mental
kick it like my extended family with the fentanyl

you don’t fucking know me and i think it’s for the best
tell my mother anything to calm her sobbing breath
tell my father that i always lost my head
let them know that even if i die
nah i’m never fucking dead

do you got the time
do you have the fuckin space to watch me waste
and decay away 
place these roaches on my grave
i’m nothing to save or savor
my flavor fade
a crater where my head was laid

where do i start?
where do i end?
where is my heart?
can i pretend that parts of me are hard to see
rather than never be there at all
paradise lost, i guess i always had connection to fall
destined to fall
deep in the car and i’m going like paul
i don’t do calls
dead my phone
red tapestry spilling, filling, flooding right out my palms
speak my mind but struggle making it my own
deep as a puddle, really overrated
a two piece puzzle with edges extra serrated
and now the huddle separated

i’m alright tho
let’s just roll some dope and smoke
and let’s just go outside hoe
how many times will i tell these people that i’m fine tho?
a rotten apple out a healthy tree
but they never seem to mind hoe

sudden cut to black (prod. keko)

\:

plague up on the lanes
plague up on the veins
another day
leaking grey over faux leather
still ain’t dead okay
still been under weather
but whatever hoe
treading water
said and authored
by the young hemingway
let it blow, let ‘em know
o a hoe? you calicos are bold as hell
o a solar flare
o a homeward demon
only dreaming here and there
my life is leaning toward the fiending
toward the shaking, toward salvation 
toward the way these notifications turning off

find me broken atop hills of bloody snow
find me joking at my wake to the face of my mother’s own
find me under waves of bloated bodies
with a loaded shotty
plotting nothing
except my way back to my home
never known
bound to bone, let the chrome fly
zone to zone, treat it semper fi
still alone, still atone
for the sins of another drone
same as me ‘cept i got they brain lobotomized


take a seat chew the fat
the seanachie of mortuary facts
favorably they turn their heads to laugh
no one wants to hear the kid recite about the past
so soak his sore muscles softly in a salt bath
broken back, pinched a nerve
under attack or so i've heard 
indict the worst despite the urge to sleep with dirt
one with earth
worms make home inside a skull
worst of all is to be dull
open my ribcage
a fetish to defenestrate
 
feeling quite too ambient
saliva from the lip
ceiling staring back 
severance what i live
that's a natural habitat 
got nothing more to give
waitin  for that ratatat
on to some stupid shit 
waitin for a mission 
cancer in remission hoe
ill scream if you dont listen shit goes to 11 though 
i gather up the money just kidding aint got no dough
i find it funny when i feel other than miserable

rich baby silver spoon mouth
never had that route
spill my guts let the demons out
heathens from the choir shout
"hey boss watcha think about it now"
at a loss how to handle doubt
rich baby silver spoon mouth
never had that route
spill my guts let the demons out
heathens from the choir shout
"hey boss watcha think about it now"
at a loss how to handle doubt
absolutely nothing is felt

homunculus (feat. nerve) [prod. nerve]

iwalkonmygraveitsatalent
splinter faction splinter cell

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