aftermath

MY MAN Y FACES
REMAIN FACELESS
BLANK CANVAS
CHASES TASTELESS
IN ORDER
FOR QUICK REWARD
REMOVE THE HAT
GET THE LOOK UP
OF THE BORED
THE FOOLED
BY ORDER OF
JUST ALL OF THAT
THAT EXACTS
THE FORM OF LIVING
TAKING LESS
WITH MORE GIVIN
LOOKING POOR
BUT WITH MORE
TO GIVE THEM
I'M HIDDEN
LIKE SITTING
PICKING TARGETS
HEADPHONES ON
SCRIBBLING PAPER DON
WORDS ARE BORN
NOT FORMED/
ON THE LIPS
THEY ARE TORN FROM
TO THE WIND
THEY ARE GONE AGAIN
SEEDING UP THE EARS
LIKE GUTTERS
WITH SHIT AGAIN
TO MAKE AMENDS
I TRY TO CLEAR
WITH JUST A PEN
TO GET THE FLOW AGAIN
BUT IT OFTEN ENDS
WITH THE EFFORT SPENT
WITH NOTHING TO SHOW
I'M BLUFFING FOES
WITH OLD PROSE
SLIGHTLY TWISTED I SUPPOSE
A DYING ANIMAL
WITH ALL THIS HEAT
AND FUR
BUT JUST COULDN'T EVOLVE
TO SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF
FROM SUN UP
THE BATTLES ROUGH
LIKE NO RAZORS
OLD FACES
NEW PLACES
OLD LACES
NEW TRAINERS
OLD PLACES
NEW FACES
OLD HATERS
UNTIL THE SUN DOWN
BASICS OF A WHOLE DAY
DISPLAYED IN A CABINET
NOT HAVING IT
I'M OPEN DOORS
A FREE FOR ALL
TO BATTLE
BUT THE MATTER IS
I'M LOOSING HEART
FIND IT HARD TO START
WISH I COULD TEAR IT APART
BUT LIKE SOME OLDER FOLKS
I,LET THE BLOOD BYPASS
THE STOP IN THE PATH
THE BREAKS ARE MENTAL
TRAVEL THE LOWER ARC
TO RE EMERGE
LIKE AN AGED 
GENERATION
AND HALF CHARGED
CAUSE MATE
THAT'S ALL I CAN TAKE
I'M HALF ARSED

Many Faces . Beats bossed by Dictionary X

8/5/24

F66 RUN IT BACK AGAIN (ft HELLNAWW)

F66 RUN IT BACK AGAIN (ft HELLNAWW)

I'M THE FUTURE LOOSING
SUPER SLUETHING
IMPROVING
ON  HUMAN
NECCESITY
WELL DEFINATELY
NEVER LET DOUBT
SINK
LIKE
MIDDLE OCEAN
COMMOTION
BOATS POSTING
STEAM COASTING
BROKEN
WATER LETTING FISH IN
INJESTING PROSE
OF THE LOWS
THE DROWNED FOES
CAUSE NO FRIEND
COULD AMEND
THE COLD FLOWS
THAT GRIP
MAKING  NAILS RIP
AS THE FINGERS SLIP
AND PUNCTURE HOLES
DIMINISHING BUOYANCY
DROWNING
LOOSING  TO LETHARGY
AS THE FEET STILL
STATIC
LIKE LOOKING FOR SAFETY
HAMEERING ON DOORS OF EMBASSIES
DON'T EVEN SEE
THE CURTAIN TWITCH
THE URGENCY IS VERBALLY FIRMLY
ETERNALLY 
TOO MANY PROBLEMS CERTAINLY
FOR OTHERS TO COMMITT
THE TIME TO HELP
SO I HIDE IT
LIKE THEE SHIT DON'T FIT
 STITCHED VELCRO
 PULL MYSELF TOGETHER
HERE'S MY HAND
I WILL HELP YOU

MY MEASURE
OF SITUATIONS
CAUSING MUTINY
I DON'T PLAY WRITE
AND INTERSECT THE STORIES
OF MANY
THERE'S PLENTY
TO HIT UPON THE MIND
AND LEAVE YOU DULL
PICKED OFF LIKE
ROTTEN FLESH AND HUNGRY GULLS
OF SOMEONE TYRYING TO WIN
IT BORES ME LIKE THE MANY JAWS
OF A  LEVITHAN
ILLUMINATING A BACK STORY
OF THE MANY BEFORE
BEFORE HE STARTS DINNING
THOSE PINNING SOULS OLD
GROWTH OF DESPAIR FLARES
THE ACHES OF THE AFFAIRS
OF THE HEART
THAT CHOSE CHAIRS 
AND WAIT THERE
LIKE CHOKE HOLDS
AND NO AIR
THE TEETH SNAP
LEAVING LEGS BELOW
SHOWERED IN BLOOD
THE SPERATION
AN EXAGERATION
OF AN IDEA INFLATING
LIFTING GIFTING
MOVING SYSTEMS
ISN'T  SOMATIC
A BODILY PRISON
BOUND B Y RULES
THIS IS WORDS SLIPPING
TO THE SOUNDS
GIVEN
SURROUND ME
I'M LIVING
THEY FOUND ME
NOW THEY ECHO OUT
MY SOUL
LIKE I'M STOOD THERE
SHOUTING AT THE MOUNTAIN
AMMOUNTING TO NOTHING
BUT SOMETHING
BUILDING
AND FILLING
THE WINDS START HOWLING
MY LUNGS COMPRESS
AND PRESS
THE WORDS BEYOND MY LIPS
AND IT SLIPS
LIKE BAGGED FIGURES
FROM LOADING BAY DOORS
ON ROCKY PARTS BORN
THAT SMASH AND RIP APART
BEFORE THE START OF  THE ART FORM
DYING FOR THE PHYSICAL 
TO THE DEATH
 PERFORM
PERFORMING A FORMULA
OF FLUID THOUGHTS
THAT STILL CORNER
CATCHING SHIT
LIKE TURNS IN SEWAGE PIPES
CHANGE THE ANGLE
BRING IT BACK
IF WE ANGLE IT

When the fire starts

LoopDiggers Sunday roulette #164/2 pitmasters hash.

PHONKIE_CIVILIZATION

LoopDiggers Sunday Roulette N°165 - I Think The Ether Spilled.
Another messed up production by @mreguest & @user-351808401

I Think The Ether Spilled. (LDSR 165)

BEAT167 (Open Collab)

HellNaww
Cree Dawg
Ju$t Recognize
HellNaww made the beat
Follow Ju$t Recognize >>> https://on.soundcloud.com/7HAYPKeLo5QajWen7

Drip Remix Ft Cree Dawg X Ju$t Recognize x HellNaww Beat

Drip

CLVPRO x MAVIO MESSIAH (PROD.8EEN) - Dr!p

JD-XA one man improvisation

Time Heals {Instrumental} 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅. 𝑩𝒚 Operation O™



Long distance rummaging rapper type of fella, who needed beats so decided to try and make his own from the nefarious world of bargain vinylment. Lost track of time and realised he'd forgotten to write the words he was creating to support. Now on a mission without the time he can never find, he jigsaws verse and beats at glacial speed for fun often miss-laying the final piece- but happy in the knowledge there's fullfilment in the incomplete.

If your hearing things and wishing it was an instrumental, drop a line and i'll try to get it sorted folks.

Thanks!
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Toolage : Mpc 1000, 2500, 1210's, Microphones,Vinyl addiction,Pens, Paint, People, Computers, Freebie stickers, and other bits of shizz i'll include as they get used. 

Many Faces . Beats bossed by Dictionary X

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