A second collection of cinematic beats. Please, enjoy the movie.

CINEMA 2 (BEAT TAPE)

STRINGS COUNCIL

POLLEN

CARTOONDEMONS

CLOUDY HILLS 2

fake space travel instrumental

dreamscape instrumental

broken instrumental

bloodshot instrumental

wtf instrumental

down the road instrumental

paranoia has not left me full instrumental

shitting circus

end of the world

merry go round

Lyrics:

On everything I love yall some demons

On everything

On everything, fuck

Lied to, I been lied to
I been lied to, I been lied----

Woah, woahhhh
The winds of change finna drag me

Huh? HUH?!
WHAT?!
HUH?! x4

willful ignorance ft burnt data

Opening (from the movie Network):

"You're beginning to think that the tube is reality and that your own lives are unreal. You do whatever the tube tells you. You dress like the tube, you eat like the tube, you raise your children like the tube. You even think like the tube. This is mass madness. You maniacs. In God's name, you people are the real thing. We are the illusion. So turn off your television sets. Turn them off now. Turn them off right now. Turn them off and leave them off. Turn them off right in the middle of this sentence I am speaking to you now. Turn them off!"

- Howard Beale (played by Peter Finch)



turn off the phone

merry go round SLOWED REVERB

i can't take it anymore SLOWED REVERB

turn the phone off SLOWED REVERB

Lyrics:

Liars, liars.....fuck em

(ok, yeah, ok, yeah, ok, uh, ok, ok, ok, OKAY)

Wrap an ego up, it starts leaking through the cloak
You burnin' just to flex, we can hear it through the smoke
Sneakin' status in your rant, we don't need it here today
Pass the humble jacket, there's a faker here today (x2)

You're like a narcissist, get da flex up
Just like a narccissist, get da flex up (x4)

Tell that boy go away, man that's not your way
Tell that boy go away, man it's not your way
Better find a new way, we don't like your way
We don't like yo way, the world is not your way

Wrap an ego up, it starts leaking through the cloak
You burnin' just to flex, we can hear it through the smoke
Sneakin' status in your rant, we don't need it here today
Pass the humble jacket, there's a faker here today (x2)

Take that humble jacket, boy take the humble jacket
uh, take the humble jacket, uh, take the humble jacket
take that humble jacket we be crackin on ya jacket
take that humble jacket we be crackin on ya jacket
Crackin on ya jacket, crack-crackin on ya jacket
Crackin on ya jacket, crack-crackin on ya jacket
crackin on ya jacket, crack-crackin on ya jacket

(GET THE FUCK ON BOY)

Tell that boy go away, man that's not your way
Tell that boy go away, man it's not your way
Better find a new way, we don't like your way
We don't like yo way, the world is not your way

Take that humble jacket, boy take the humble jacket
uh, take the humble jacket, uh, take the humble jacket
take that humble jacket we be crackin on ya jacket
take that humble jacket we be crackin on ya jacket
Crackin on ya jacket, crack-crackin on ya jacket
Crackin on ya jacket, crack-crackin on ya jacket
crackin on ya jacket, crack-crackin on ya jacket

Wrap an ego up, it starts leaking through the cloak
You burnin' just to flex, we can hear it through the smoke
Sneakin' status in your rant, we don't need it here today
Pass the humble jacket, there's a faker here today (x6)

burnt data - jacket

TYRELL CORP

VILLENUEVE

NOLAN

PHILADELPHIA

REPLICANT

SPIKE LEE

GOTHAM

Lyrics:

[I'm a lonely..I'm a lonely lonely... I'm a lonely loner, aaaaaaaaaahhhh woooooooaaaaaah]

I'm a victim of abuse man, the perpetrator's name is me man
Got a critic Ego no Anton, Gusteau will never hire me man
Stubborn boy fuck a day job man I want that fuck what they say job
That "put the work on display, walk away disappear with all the pay" job
Told my demons back off of me
Yall make me sick don't cough on me
I need to take a sip of water and a sip of reason 
don't scoff at me
Throwing bricks at my own windows, self confidence on tip toes 
I say yes I'm black but they tell me no's
Cuz I can't dunk and never shot foes
Eyes pan across the landscape
It's grey,
deadpan like Snape
Take a mental pic, yin and yang, flip flopped like people - two faced 

Done with picking on the plantation, 
Finna run away I need sanitation 
Don't call my phone I'm zoning out
Contemplating living in this nation 

Control city we burn it down,
Yo city they burned it down
I guess it's my turn now
I don't smoke loud but I'm a lonely cloud 

I'm a lonely cloud I don't want a crowd
I'm a lonely lonely-

[Ayo Redrock shut the fuck up]



yoshi city freestyle ft burnt data [prod. Yung Gud]

demon call (SLOWED + REVERB)

BLAST DOORS

Lyrics:

Do you want this life? One switch up could flip this life...
I can't believe you...

[hook]
where the future at? help me! x9
[goddang x5]

woooooooaaaaaaahhhhhhh

[where the future at help me x4]

[verse 1 - Jay R.]
Where the future at - they keep on asking me
Bitches be actually acting like they wasn't practically after me
Acting like you was a homie yuh
Y'all mothafuckas don't know me 
Y'all mothafuckas be sitting in nosebleeds
I pull up on mu'fuckas giving nosebleeds - that's how I roll
I side eye, these bitches just eye roll
They know that I'm making that fire though
It's a mob not a gang no piru
Bitch I'm a piru yeah yeah
The blue and red child rests in me
Better bet they going saying rest in peace
Blue cripping the accessories put some red drip in if you testing me
Who do I look like?
Asking me where the fuck the future at?
If young metro don't trust you I'm gonna shoot you ass

what the fuck right now like...
x4

[hook repeat]

[verse 2]
I be on my shady shit
Whip right on Mercedes shit
All my exes hate but they still calling me baby, shit
Living on the snobby side of town, ok I may be rich
Still be riding shotty when I'm round with all the crazy kids
Still be popping, paparazzis watching me through me window panes
Still be lodging shots at opposition with that widow aim
Still be lacking any fucks to give on one of any day
Still be in my mood, just ask Sylence what the Henny say
Still be on my moody shit, killing with the toolie 'k
Excuse me bitch? Who you think this is for you do me slick
Do it quick, shoot and split, 2 and then it's do or ditch
Ludacris, better move it bitch or I will prove some shit
Smoking apartments, this that lyrical arson
This hysterical, more sick than when we whipping in car sick
with that stereo blasting classics like a cartridge on Nintendo's department
I keep spitting retarded what the fuck

[hook]

[outro]
Where the future at they keep on asking me
Bitches be actually acting like they wasn't practically after me
Acting like you was a homie yuh
Y'all mothafuckas don't know me 
Y'all mothafuckas be sitting in nosebleeds
I pull up on mu'fuckas giving nosebleeds - that's how I-

wtf (where's the future) ft. jay r, burnt data

corruptedmedia ft. burnt data

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