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prophets (feat. NA$TY) [prod. naE kaijū]

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Lead Vocals: $hroomie
Chorus Vocals: $hroomie
Producer: $hroomie
Mix & Mastering: $hroomie

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DRUGS & LUST

thank you all for your attention
and before i forget to mention,
theres snacks inside the lobby and bottles to break the tension
L's and J's rolled up for the ascension
cross my T's and dot my i's, i tend to speak clearly for comprehension
talking to competition
so oyasumi to my foes
choppin heads, im charged up and taggin toes
baggin hoes, rollin up O's and snatchin souls
yeah I been runnin through the 631 with all my woes
i feel gifted, focal point been shifted
if you say my name I hope you got permission
gordon ramsey wack motherfuckers, dont need a kitchen
on a mission for friction, come check the diction
too many rhyme schemes lacking conviction
youre out your jurisdiction
im gojira on the mic
aint you seen my movies fam? i never lost a fight
whatchu feelin moody bruh? this aint the tone you like?
catch the fade I catch an attitude, I'm lightning with this right
im spitting out of spite
and im spitting out this sprite
i said 7 up bitch go get a fuckin drink I like
ayo lemme get a light
my minds heavy
spliff ready n rolled tight

mama said there'd be days like this

ayo im back up in this motherfucker
Yall done woke up satan from his slumber
Now he’s faded, catch him flirting with ya baby mother
And he aint bring a rubber
Eatin beef for supper
Try to flex and get a clap like thunder
yall cecil, im a lion hunter
and that coward simba he can catch a stone cold stunner
have ya mama feelin ten years younger
callin me lover till I dip and leave her with a fake phone number
who’s next? I’m takin numbers
about my action, go enjoy ya summer


Dope Days [prod. by a r p l]

Good Morning

stumble, shoulder check the bouncer on the way out
I aint had enough until I lost this raincloud
have it my way like I'm frankie, boy
mom I'm fine, I'm only druggin on weekends
Off the deep end, I aint been sleepin,
Man i'm not done drinking
cut a line, self-loathing creeping
find me a european
call me a spic, gimmie a fuckin reason
Im brown, bitter, and seething.
eager to serve beatings
half nicaraguan, half puerto rican
wassup Trump?
dirty fingernails, a shot glass, a text from amanda
shoulda just stayed home and wrote stanzas
bitch im cancer. bloody knuckles and witty banter
pity standard. write in sanskrit
pander to wrong livin and right answers
kissin on cold women
strangle my old self by lit candle
brace for impact, im clutching handles
check the chip tooth smile
throwin shade like its goin outta style
concrete shame, waitin on a trial
chip on my shoulders, im over mild
over reacting, over zealous child
over worked and under satiated
fuck the world my official statement
you 808's im late registration or maybe graduation
homie this is basic
gravitating on my final straw of patience
leave a kardashian without a facelift
hazy mental, whiskey, denim, and some perky tits
pop a percocet, my pertinence is permanent
proving grounds, poems are pestilence
on my pedestal
im heaven sent

Never thought I’d see the day - - dialogues turnin gray
This talking shit is nonsense; use my eyes to communicate
Shorty’s eyes dilated, compensate me for the time she wasted
No red pill gon save you from the matrix
Agent Smith rocking hoes sans the latex
Hit neo wit a suplex
Fits of violence and great sex; aint showing up without a pay check
cant find my kicks at payless
50 paces west; turn n shoot
On my [ready to die], just [gimmie the loot] - - I’m murder proof
Call me Bishop bitch, I got the juice - - act tough and lose a tooth
In hot pursuit of money, bitches, and yeezy boosts
An inconvenient truth, this intravenous vibe
[victory] in my arteries, reporting live
Recording ordinance, gods reply
Wack rappers sounding so contrived – I don’t know how to lie
Losing brain cells chasing that first high
Mr west told me to touch the sky
4 deep, rolling up and puffing la
Apologize to ma
A sober mind don’t keep me somber, sovereign status strengthened over time
Difference in love and lust - - a fine line
Rather malt liquor over wine
Decepticon hunting energon
Rap divine - - in my prime 
Hoping satan got complacent by the time I die
-looking to overthrow the throne
-show up to hell like daddys home
-rapping monotone, call me hodgy, feel my mind gone
-only the based god can stop me, this the terror dome
-a public enemy, a crown of thorns
The world aint ever getting moved by poems
-but I could tell you some that saved my soul 
I need a whiskey double, order up
Bitch I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough 


Happy Hour [prod. by ezekey(▰˘◡˘▰)]

13love

Aint no limit, peace to master P
I need y’all, keep the hate up, lock my focus on my masterpiece
First law of alchemy, humankind cannot gain without first giving
Fuck ya participation ribbon, looking for victims
Smile & wave, master this masquerade, I’m playing happy
Coltraine and Sartre, existential jazz, rolling grass a language athlete
Memory patchy, onodera the apache wit yason13 killin Nazis
On my come up like the sun at 6, waiting to die, crosses my mind every couple minutes
Faith in friends diminished, god – when the fuck did I become sucha cynic
Don’t bother talkin, hate advice, I never listen
Distract myself with women, feed my addiction, validation in that sin, lets sully up the linens,
That honesty could jeopardize the mission, so go ahead, pretend you care about the way she livin
Take another sip, you lookin livid
Whatchu so mad at? Shutup and rap
Get on ableton, ya shit sounds whack
Aint getting my money back
So I’ll be damned if a single dime goes to waste
Don’t be good my nigga, be great 

Yall build em up just to knock em down, don’t ya?
Yall build em up just to knock em down, don’t ya?
Let go of ego and embrace the hopeless
Find what you love and let it kill you,
 
cut the beat throat and let it bleed dry
rigamortis, settle the score, I keep my head high
word is bond. My word is vile.
Tipping point problem child , snapping. Something like columbine
im feeling manic, [manage to] write my prose
My pretty pain, my love for dames, blunts, and basement shows
Hate myself but im the flyest nigga that I know
My vision different, I see things I know these lames wont 
***Yall see dead ends, I see a sky above
You see obessions I see love
I see blood, razor underneath my tongue, leather gloves
Blue jeans n a katana - - pulpfiction. Never was a fan of guns
Possessed lungs, these are messages from god that I relay, contagious like the flu
Zeus is sick of playin all these fuckin games wit you
He stealing souls through my verses and hooks, aint seen a body count like this since Hiroshima, out here droppin truth
Got a stare like Rasputin, mad monk spittin ruthless,
Blindly aggressive out here causin contusions
Game of kings, this what they calla checkmate
Don’t be good my nigga, be great




Nausea [prod. by yason13]

You look cuter on the Internet
 I'm sorry, tryna keep the lies in check 
And I'd be lying if I said that I still wanted to have sex 
You're making me real stressed 
You know what, I can tell this date is over 
It ain't like I'm some Casanova 
And lately I've been feeling distant; colder 
Drinking a jack and coke without the soda 
Been struggling to meet the monthly quota 
Overdosing on human condition, cold shoulders, and cups of folgers 
Nothing match better than coffee and smokes 
And I ain't talking bud, that nicotine it slowly chokes 
But it calms me down 
Them greens linger too long, I need my feet on the ground 
And my memory bad enough but fuck it, roll that Dutch 
Don't know what I'm running from but I feel it catching up 
Right behind me breathing on my neck. It's in my cup. 
In my blunt. In that dead eyed stare. 
It's in ya palms, in ya hair, dripping off your lips. it's everywhere. 

-mr perfect. What, you think you fucking special? 
-nah baby gurl I know I'm ugly. Fucking mental 
A real basket case, don’t get too close
I think id rather die alone
This a fucking awful second date

You want my honesty? You fucking got it. 
And honestly just keep the jacket, I don't fucking want it 
I shoulda stayed home, these bars just make wanna vomit 
If he touches me again he'll catch hands, that's a fucking promise  
***I know I shouldn't be so quick to snap 
I said I'm working on it bitch, get off my fucking back 
Feeling cornered, it's so tight in here I'm on attack 
Ima go bum some cigarettes cause only addicts buy packs 
***I'm real good at pushing yall away 
I'm real shit at making yall stay 
The real shit I kick is not for play 
Don't touch the speakers; yall in harms way 
The lord giveth and he take away 
And he take take take until there's nothing left 
Baby wait wait wait; just lemme catch my breath 
It's getting late late late, I know you need your rest 
  But I need you come give me a kiss Tell me I ain't a mess


Second Date [prod. by letsruntrack.]

sooo much love 2 @mt_fujitive 
lol i know i get off topic. basically this is two different songs. first half was a request from fuji to make a cyberpunk vibe. the second part was just me experimenting. peace!
lyrix:
(these are a clusterfuck...this song went thru a lot of stages in one day lol)

Artificial intelligence 
fuck the elements 
Start in the middle of the night 
Amidst the city's blight 
a Dark pistol 
On my hip 
In case malevolence 
Creeps around the corner 
In a metal ship 
Too disguised 
Invisibility cloak 
Now I maneuver tight 
And 
In an instant we flow
Like liquid thru a pipe 

Techno elephants 
Bred for synthetic ivory 
Aesthetics never left theyre embedded 
Into society 
benevolence is wide spread 
But less so than piety 
im
Just a gaijin 
I've been 
Cast out to die to you see 
and
On the outskirts 
Hoping I can find some peace 
Maybe a cyborg dog 
That can hunt machines 
what will i die for?
shit an abundance of dreams 


Ugh
Low life 
With the finer stuff 
I've been up for hours 
Just devouring
The lights and such 
Ugh 
Neon 
Visions 
From  these cyber drugs 
deep reality 
It's malady in dying from 
Kicking yonos out the dojo
While I'm rhyming stuff 

I'll stay admired 
Til I shortwire 
Or popped flat 
On the ground 
Like a poor tire 

Flatline
Hear the sound 
Of a Norse fire 
More inspired by the past 
And I'm guided by the north star 
Flash 
High torque cars 
blast by 
life is so black and white  
note
pad where i write
my nomadic advice 
[OG next lines]
(silly being so defeatist 
when the city’s so bright
guess i gotta learn to strive within 
this trippy new plight  
cause I’ve been living on my own 
instead giving up rights)

[fun fact: this was the original song i wrote to this lol]

Smoking up a patch of grass 
In Okinawa 
Roll the path 
Of the samurai 
With no katana 
Off to slash 
Anybody 
Who doesn't respect the bonsai 
Tree 
You a lopsided freak 
I'm a moth type beast 
Riley 
Is the real name 
Behind all the writings 
[removed]
(I'm infusing this with flames 
And in tune with Titans 
Now 
We all have mistakes 
That you 
Just couldn't change
So don't be so damn ashamed 
Bushido causing the pain 
That's straight from Kojiki 
Believe me 
Tokyo tower is the 
Destination that I'm seeking
Let that seep  in 
You frozen cowards can watch, 
Lazily  as I'm leeping up 
Hastily never sleep enough 
Amazingly 
I keep in touch 

All these pressures on my psyche 
I'm in need of love 
Put all my effort into writing 
Now I'm seeing stuff)
 
Will I ever be enlightened 
If I keep puffing?

Fuck this habit 
That I 
Keep up with 
I Need something 
Instead of just more green substance 
That's nothing new 
Let it fucking bloom 
They must've knew 
Mother Nature 
Holds nothing but truth 
Panflutes 
In my ears 
As I sear the booth 
Mount fujitive is here 
With the homie Huj
Tryna make life clear 
Thru these holy tunes 
Meditate to the sound of
These cozy grooves 

Medicate in the now 
Cause we only live once yo 

Highly elevated 
Gone off the blunt smoke 

I might be hella famous 
Nah that's a dumb joke 

I'd rather Neva make it 
So I'm gonna stunt slow 

north.starr/samurai cry (prod. by mt. fujitive)

Music video: https://youtu.be/ZjnNHGDrnf0

Prod. LoveLord: soundcloud.com/lovelord-beats
https://soundcloud.com/rainlord
https://soundcloud.com/nwithu

Lyrics:
Easy
to really feel at peace you need to see yourself more clearly
I’m talking bout your better side, the one that you should never hide
I wonder can you hear me
speaking of you freely 
I called you once I called you twice you called me sweet
and now I’m bitter, go figure 
I guess I’m not the bigger man you made me out to be
If it were up to me then we might be a pair of peas in a pod 
I need to stop dreaming

This instance is fleeting, we’re here and we’re breathing, I know it’s real
I feel it everywhere
it must be in the air
see that’s the way it is
and I don’t mind but this sentiment never made any sense, 

nevertheless
the less we know the more we show our weaknesses
People like to think high of their pride and what their instinct says

Why nobody's interested? 
minding their own businesses
damn this planet is making me dizzy I mean really quick

Man I’m such a hypocrite, how I still didn't quit
writing to the music bout my blues like people give a shit
Guess I might believe in this that’s the start to living out your dreams
Maybe I’m not far as it seems   

But as I move along the odds may come to prove me wrong
Whatever happens, happens, so I’ll just give my all and call it fair game if I fade away
I'll stay away from blaming circumstances I can’t evade

I can’t relate to staying stagnant, instead of taking chances
But I’d be lying if I said I mind the consequences
of my actions for every fraction of my aching days
Guess I'll have to work on making change

Nights Like This (prod. LoveLord)

An unofficial remix of Ivan Ave (@ivanave) and MNDSGN's (@mndsgn) song "Find Me" off of their EP "Low Jams"

Original Track: http://soundcloud.com/ivanave/find-me-prod-mndsgn
Low Jams EP: http://jakartarecords-label.bandcamp.com/album/low-jams

Ivan Ave is one of my favorite emcee's out there and possibly ever so when I figured out a way to remix something of his I hopped right on it. So I made this beat using a sample I've always wanted to use and wrote a fresh 16. 

Lyrics:
You can find me chillin sittin in my room 
making all these tunes
one day to be viewed 
Eaten or consumed 
nutritious like food 
never bitten or chewed 
cuz its gotta be fresh when i
give it to you
So don't panic
All my beats is organic
and these rhyme schemes are the freshest on the plant
so no GMO's or preservatives implanted
Here, take a bite. It's on me
Find me in the Produce
Next to the orange juice
Good for meat-lovers and for people who eat tofu
Never sold out cuz I care about my soul, dude
I put out free music, but I'd be happy if it sold, too
Find me trying to do how the pros do
With what little I got. I can't afford the pro tools
Kids find me after the show and say my prose is cool
And then they wanna buy and album or two. True.

BTE Remix

Ivan Ave - Find Me (BTE REMIX)

Asshole

Peep the homie
https://soundcloud.com/dismissedfit im so excited he blessed this track for me! Dude is a monster!

Double Edged - DisMissedFit x omnivirus

Ben Beal- Madness (prod. Purpan)

MUGEN! (prod. by Lee)

FEAT @lordapex PROD. BY @juancarapan
art by me lol

https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/hujili/misty-mountain-feat-lord-apex

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