One that doesnt care bout wisdom, only focused on commission. HARD AF bro.

Imposter syndrome, also called perceived fraudulence, involves feelings of self-doubt and personal incompetence when comparing oneself to their peers. These often illusory perceptions persist despite your education, experience, and accomplishments. To counter these feelings, one might end up working harder and holding themselves to ever higher standards.

Lyrics:

I don't want attention, but I need the recognition
cause every self vs. other just highlights what I’m missin'.
like there’s been some kind of system and i never got admission.
one that doesn't care for wisdom. only focused on commission
sounded more like prison, just to get to some position.
something better. 
something greener. 
something that matched with my ambition.
so I had to pay tuition.
and make money my only mission.
so I could tell any and all the opposition…..

Got that fuck you money
But now I'm like...fuck you, money

Guess i caught a break, fast
just to sing for my supper
cause the less I feel like last
is the more that I suffer

I don’t want a race.
I wanna set the pace.
tryna face my problems, but my problem is my face.
If I only look to use it to keep track of where I place.
and look up and down, but not around, only seeing the mistakes.

Like where's that 30 under 30?
Where's the plays?
Where's front page?
Where's the fans and the stage?
like...yea I'm paid...
Yea I get laid.
yea I got it made
but we fightin' battles all the same
to each our own separate strain
we're all equal in our pain

like...Why can't I pay my damn student loans?
putting interest over principles that I’m forgetting what I’ve known.

Am I just gonna keep chasing my youth?
Is it gonna be voices back or just me in the booth?

When am I gonna stop feeling so hopeless
When am I gonna make that magnum. that opus.

cause...

They been dreaming, while I been lucid
They been losing. I've been losing losing.
They been rusing. I've been musin.
but still I don't know who Peter's choosin'

The choir of my past selves sings to me
you’re an instrument for the symphony.
but you've been watching way too much tv.
but you've been scrolling endlessly. 
The choir of my past selves sings to me
you’re an instrument for the symphony.
but you've been ruled by jealousy
but you've forgotten self-empathy

comparison is the thief of joy.
I've had it with these status ploys.
once I have x, then I can enjoy?
my life is more than what I employ.
the holes before us, make us porous.
so we flow just like a torus.
if we're all one, they can't ignore us
so I guess I'll join the chorus...

I gotta find my voice,
The signal is the noise.
My success is just a choice
I will never fill my void.

to thine own self always be true
giants exist to shoulder you.
they think they're imposters too.
we all don't know what to say or do.
the truth is always misconstrued.
so chase the sight. not the view.
I find my truth on the map I drew.
I'm not held down by peer review.

I'm a visionary, surrounded by the blind.
Like the canary that never made it from the mine.
I try to get it out, but these thoughts are all still mine.
I can't confine or define the design of the divine

we're all steady sippin from the same eternal fountain
so there's no competition, it's why I'm aiming for the mountain.
once I make it, you'll ask "how'd I ever doubt him?"
but there's no "it", so we need to stop the countin'
and just be.
the symphony.
there's no me.
just the we.
so just be.
the symphony.
there's no me.
just the we.

imposter

BUGA

Beat: DM2
Mix and Master: NIXX

Lyrics:

Fuck it, cause we're all fucked up.
And it's why we’re gettin' fucked up.
And every time we fuck up, we lookin for that come up.
me, myself, and high..that’s what makes the voices shut up.
To sum it up: we go until the sun’s up

I'll. be. just. fine.
Fine, I’ll be fine

Closer to the tomb, the womb is what’s sought after
Resume to consume; capture back that lost laughter
No concern to whom; always been my own master
So let’s tie one on and forget what comes after.

I'll be just fine.
We'll be just fine.
Ain't nothing changed.
I'll be just fine.
We'll be just fine.
It's all the same.
I'll be just fine.
We'll be just fine.
Maintain this flame.
That burns up the pain.
When we live life in vain.

I give it all. All to the moment
Nothing for myself; I will never own it.
If there is a truth, I’ve never known it.
So when it comes to finding meaning…better postpone it.

I'll be just fine.
We'll be just fine.
Maintain this flame.
That burns up the pain.
When we live life in vain.
(Fine, I’ll be fine)

I guess what I’m saying is it’s already written.
And there ain't no part of life that you’re gonna christen
So why we speakin up when all we needs a listen?
It's when I put these thoughts away that I can get my bliss in.

I'll be just fine.
We'll be just fine.
Maintain this flame.
That burns up the pain.
When we live life in vain.
(Fine, I’ll be fine)

No fool for the finger, I'm just lookin at the signs.
Kinda like how my G is silent by design.
Written in the blueprint of how my alleles align.
So I let it run....till my telomeres resign.

I'll be just fine. (I’m gonna be fine)
We'll be just fine. (We gonna be fine)
Maintain this flame.
That burns up the pain.
When we live life in vain.
(Fine, I’ll be fine)

(NIXX)
I’m not a blood cell; I can’t live in vain.
On this journey for success, I can’t miss the plane.
No, I won’t stop for a little rain.
Imma walk through the fire and the flames cause…

I'll be just fine.
We'll be just fine.
Maintain this flame.
That burns up the pain.
When we live life in vain.
(Fine, I’ll be fine)

(NIXX)
Every tribulation has a purpose, has a message.
Although even if it isn’t on the surface, there’s a lesson
But the key is not to fixate on just searchin through the wreckage
If you quiet down your mind, It’ll surface unexpected cause…

I'll be just fine. (I’m gonna be fine)
We'll be just fine. (We gonna be fine)
Maintain this flame.
That burns up the pain.
When we live life in vain.
(Fine, I’ll be fine)

I’ll be just fine.
We’ll be just fine.
I’ll be just fine.

Just Fine (feat. NIXX)

Beat, Mix, Master: DM2

Lyrics:

Now the beat heatin up. That's an Al Gore rhythm
Got the lyrics with the logic, they won't even know what hit em
Not even in the system, I wrote the algorithm
There must be somethin in him
Nah...I just follow wisdom
Chasin' insight like it's never out of season
I went through the pain and I reached the age of reason
And now they wanna forge what I  forged with my cerebrum
So I engorge my pen with ink and scribble and delete'em
Not by artificial means
My calculation's clean
I dressed the scene
But all these actors actin' all obscene
Like a child's energy and amphetamines
It wasn't meant to be. I rehearsed it. I know what I mean

Our paths diverged by just a couple of degrees
But now our points reside in two realities
Check my rolodex. I got entities
Gotta drop a couple densities
To find my old identities

They're too weak like 14 days
I stay hungry like it's 40 days
They're ovary-acting. 14th day
I'm one for words. keep it up for days
Cause I'm outside of space and time
That makes this a meta-verse
With enclosed hurt, Pandora's curse
Not written in the stars. No fate in my sign
But I'm off this plane. I stay astral
From this loud gas. Theirs just gastral

Our paths diverged by just a couple of degrees
But now our points reside in two realities
Check my rolodex. I got entities
Gotta drop a couple densities
To find my old identities

I'm a letter-up, OG…C
I'm compulsively a literate. OCD
Not just capital
I don't need to cap at all
My winners after falls
Same story as us all.
Past apogees, now perigees
I'm startin up a pedigree
No longer cold from apathy
I dialed up the heat when I brought it to the high degrees
Like a thermostat
This all been simple math

Our paths diverged by just a couple of degrees
But now our points reside in two realities
Check my rolodex. I got entities
Gotta drop a couple densities
To find my old identities

degrees

An orchestral piece opening with airy strings and piano, moving into a chorus with a beautiful melody. The strings are then replaced by woodwinds and the strings reappear, setting the rhythm. A new steampunk theme takes hold and a second, different chorus plays, with woodwinds playing the main melody. The notes get longer and slower as the first chorus plays again, quietly and slowly on the piano to wrap the composition up.

Forgotten Foothills

Just A Dream

Music Credits: ciminoacid, DM2

Lyrics:

Brain is light electric but inside a dark skull
It's like we feel so deeply that we dig ourselves a hole
Like when it's fresh we can sled down any route
But then the ruts get carved till we can't help but not get out
Become a one-track mind, when it should really be an album
We needed new snow, but a storm became the outcome
Now left stuck inside with these demons we can't outrun
Guess the outcome is unwon til the owl's done
But I pulled a thread as I flew away
And now the sweaters undone and there's some colder days
They say they love my way, but I lost it when I parted ways
With the source and moved in a wave of directions
And forgot that the stem of all these obsessions
Is the blind spot of all our perceptions:
We can't see our own projection

If every time you look around, all you see is dark
Just look again
You might be the light
If every time you look around, all you see is dark
Just look within
You might be the light

The black holes of ours eyes radiate information
Our lips can’t kiss themselves or form to drink from our libation
But our arms can cradle what we carried for creation
We can’t help ourselves? that’s faulty information
So I aint stoopin down, no lower levels of vibrations
I keep my verbs a noun, so I'm fuckin confirmation
If I’m nervous, my butterflies in formation
Cause this meditation is death preparation 
Sitting still, it all becomes the same
But it’s truly coldest at the center of the flame
So if you come to see me from a far-off reference frame
Put the lightning in a bottle when I strike your moving train

Cause shadows from my fire block the light from out the cave
I can’t be walkin down the same trails that I now pave
But what I spend is what we save
If we’re the light, we must ride the wave

If every time you look around, all you see is dark
Just look again
You might be the light
If every time you look around, all you see is dark
Just look within
You might be the light
If every time you look around, all you see is dark
Just look again
You might be the light
If every time you look around, all you see is dark
Just look within
You might be the light
You might be the light

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The Light

Since I have never recorded a mix I thought I'd put together a quick one. It is rough on some of the transitions but I still had fun mixing it :) 

Rough Around the Edges

Bavarian Murphy

Featuring: NIXX

Beat: David Melguy - Contrary Beats (3,000 Pressing License)

Lyrics:

I miss chester and I miss mac miller.
these days, I miss substance amidst all the filler

what's it all mean?
I'm not sure, so I take another triptamine.
don't need to pack my bags for the kinda trip i need.

So I tear the scene apart, rip it at its seams
Seen enough to know that things are not only as they seem. 
raise the curtains up, another act, another scene.
we just keep hittin restart? whipin the tablets clean?

Then...

dip me by my ankles and give me amnesia
forgettin all the haters 'cause I didn't ever need ya

I bring color to words, like synaesthesia
silence is the actual, one true panacea.

--

but can you hit repeat? and sing me something sweet?
i'll smoke the beat and together we're mesquite

I used to bus the tables, now i always have a seat.
makin something for myself that i'll never get to keep

(Chorus x2)
when i go. throw it all away.
the message repeats itself every single day.
i don't think. that you can forget.
its a part of you that you've never met.

imposter

The Owl Prince

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