accidentally deleted the other one..shit was way too easy tho. wtf SC lol

higher plane (prod. by kensabeast and DJ SONICFREAK)

dear hip hop,

production by me =]

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Food for Thought (Prod. Tom Misch)

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)

[Original Track] = River Echo by ('i's') @n95-chris

Blessings to ('i's') for hitting me with some tracks a couple weeks back. Got home from the road Monday and sat down to write.

Written 9/12/16 - Recorded 9/13/16
No mix no master. Through the laptop mic.

This one is for the cats. Human and feline. The Pablos, the Poches, the Nicks and the Jims. Rip.

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in the land, in the land
cats close at hand
move on to better lands
heaven is that state of mind

as the wind dripped through chrysalis
my avarice buried the threats
mysteries carried my mind swept
away with the tides tinged
mention my blindness
only to find friends
hoping for sympathy
at times when
i don’t believe in myself
when i relieve from my shelf
shells picked up now patronized
monuments to times when i was searching to find
merging my center uncertain
with saviors i’ve been virgin
with nature i’ve been assertive 
cuz i don’t want my spiritual fucked with
the way that the body’s gifts get plucked quick
and cherry’s pop on these cherry tops
on blacktops we played ball like the world had stopped
McCoy was the real when the key was at home
around the world in a Tyner song

while you was out coppin a feel
I was down on the reel to reel

when you was out huntin a deal 
i was down on the reel to reel

i was down on the reel to reel
how you feel

so i tried to put it on the paper better
tried to make it redder put the passion in the letters
i just wanted it to last forever
you lose a friend every time that you can’t break a tether
and we ain’t free at last
or free and lost
and freedom’s cost is  freedoms path
and life isn’t free but it was given to me
so now i’m given to you the bit that’s thickening me
hard hearted now it’s just like a prison to me
and why the cage bird sings
because it can
just that thought…it’s like a religion to me
but what is god if they taken bodies, before they meant to be
feel like i been here a century
the past 8 months felt like 8 years
sitting thinkin bout it 
recounting old loves and new fears
and 2016’s just disappeared 
then again, it’s almost new years

Demos

In the Land of Cats - Hemlock Ernst free verse (prod. ('i's'))

ARTWORK BY ME
shouts to https://soundcloud.com/saikotropic for this beat, go follow him for some vibess
mixed & mastered by me

shade (prod. saiko)

goodwill 1 dolla bin flips

<a href='https://theartistunion.com/tracks/d4dd61'>Download for free on The Artist Union</a>

Nothing

Blue Rain(prod. by Inconito)

:) 
2003 by @intelpentium: https://soundcloud.com/intelpentium/2003-tape

see his features in the reams the sheet seem stainless. 
revealing the dreams of the meek maven 
seen cream chasing like the fiends freebasing.
proceeding equally as vagrant. change places, mad hat.
grieved in glad rag. queen relieved agent 
lost his compass like retired freemasons. he seemed elated 
facing the flaws, raw teeth. clean pavements. 
he keep pacing… waiting. same street. say cheese 
we paint HD where the frame be 
and write the kind of ice that gave hades a brain freeze. 
chill. he change teams and seen light in grave deep digs.
dilla made me but true its nay to a praise be. 
devil in him yet he heaven living. guess he 
set to be the angel made make a trip. 
know the ledge. know the rest. Stay away from it. 
great saint to atheist. Ah please. placate the kid 
with the grade. he seem wiser, the wallet seams seem tighter. 
been nicer. 
creed writer deem the dream fine enough to suit.
true he need to keep the neat climb up. 
crunch numbers. 
flash cash. green visor
didn’t see shit. 
pick it like pete piper

greenfield ((pentium flip))

quarantine tape. 
be kind to everything, but especially yourself.

rumble [prod. by heavy the bluebird]

ONODERA