take a sip out of the bottle
i'm the model of irresponsible
drinking i'm puzzled
at the amount i need to down
to get me fuzzled
i'm cussing need to be muzzled
cuz i'm busting at a possum
and gossiping about muslims
hustling and 

snap awake in a pile of vomit
still high up on it
visions and suspicions and i can't find my wallet
i gotta apolla
gize to guys 
for the lies
i reprised last night
check  my replies

in on fb, drinks have tempt me?
a message; ex gf looking sexy
ended messy, she got testy
and pressed me 
on my friendship
with vb and jb
and baileys
and cases
of cervezas
and placing the waste
straight in my face
i got out of that place

now she asks me flat:
"Do you want me back?
I miss you, i miss kissing you, but the alcohol is killing you and i can't live that."
Fuck off, i delete it, and sit back with another jack




Rocket - Week 15 - Alcohol

Oh shit
I'm fucking rich
finally got whats coming to me bitch
i can live without a care worry or itch
finaly got that good life clinched
get them cars with the good sound
with he tops down
aint body glance around, 
and there's no cops to pinch
I'm at the top of the ladder
climbed from the pits
albeit with help
with the powerball
ticket i bought
with my last four dollars hahaha
aight, i need to calm down bit

think logically
this ain't all on me
i got the family and friends
i'm bringing to the top with me
they follow me
and holla at me
coz i give em money
but i'm happy and laughing at
at the passing of the shithole
we all lived in before
none of us are having it
it was disasterous
and cancerous to the 
passion of the best of us
they say money don't buy happiness

but it sure as fuck gets rid of sadness
this is madness
i got more than two feet to stand to fucking rap this
i can fit all my stuff in the hallway of my new place
it's like a fucking palace
i got that 1% status
am i mad? yes

coz everyone looks at me different
even if i'm the same rocket
i've always been i'm too clean
to hang with the low end and too ghetto 
to chill with upper scene


Rocket - Week 16 - Lotto

look at this fat shit
look at this thick neanderthalic faggot
24 and still thinks he can rap shit
the fact of the matter is
despite practice
he's still fat
and still got a dragonball tat
and he's mental 
got them bedsores
sitting at the pc all day
wearing out all them pencils
it's the best of
absolute apathy and 
actually out to be
angrily ousting g's
he's an animal
and barely passable
irrational
thinks he's a natural
his mandible intractable
demands are placed
this fuckers laughable
with no pace
an ugly face
forever last place
a disgrace
it's quite admirable
how much of a cunt one man can be
he can't compete
even with the worst of mcs
on the worst of beats
the world needs to purge this beast
so we don't have to look at the fucker again, please


Rocket - Week 17 - Diss Yourself

all i do is take money from the government
can't afford nothing and acting like i'm loving it
i'm puffing in
the dog shit home brand ventolin
from the chemist i got cheap again
tell me can the world teach a man
how to thrive for himself
survive on his wealth
find something else
not harm anyone else
how to tighten up his belts
and heighten up his health
with enough money
yeah, i'm sure it can
all i need nows a job
but i'm robbed by this bipolar shit
that sees me stopped 
in my tracks 
i suppose i could get rid of it
minus mental illness
with the magical pills that
cut off creativity
and makes me wanna kill, uh
it's not big deal
i'll just do what i always do
and sit in my room for a week until
it goes yeah i'm for real
I'm ill and
that's my day to day deal


Rocket - Week 18 - Day To Day Struggles

illegitimate element ill and killing it mentally
elegance a bit of eloquence 
developmentally challenged 
a challenging illiterate idiot
illicit and complicit in 
taking beats and killing it
a little bit
lyrical liquid looking to lose lipids
livid at liscivious listeners
limiting luciferous levellings
letting little lesserthans
label them as loose cannons
who lack learning , fuck it, laugh at them
i'm better at spitting self serving sermons
with a cracked sternum
than any hack birthing
abominations on the radio waves 
i here for a second channel surfing
with a glass of bourbon
it's hurting
how shit are these persons
"Rocket, your lyrics are too dense"
simplify,  speed it all up and amplify the 
skill of the guy on the mic, oh
That's right, i need to chill
work on my flow, that's the big deal 


Rocket - Week 20 - Mess Around

Yeah
This is rocket
at it again

(CHORUS)
Drink time to have another beer
Drink another motherfucking beer
Drink time for a shot of something clear
then i'll have a jack and Jim and cougar and another beer! 

cant remember anything rely on pictures
of me with pitchers 
of beer with bitches
cant remember anything
woke up with stitches
motherfucker can't belive i missed this
i'm an idiot got blisters
coz i'm thinking poptops are twisters
i'm blitzed
beers cold like a blizzard
frosty froth foaming
and popping a pain pill to deal with hangovers
i'm a pisshead
hah
Pour up another drink
damn brain, i'm liking the way you think
then after that pour another one,
i don't care if i die, come on,
i think i've had a good run
damn fucking straight brain
you're a cool guy
so let's sit back relax and get fried (oh oh oh oh)
i'm feeling fucking perfectly fine
what's the time? 
about 9
i'll just stand up and anofnofnasofdnso


(CHORUS)

/wake up/ on the lawn haven't mowed in a month
got a bunch of shitty grass in my mouth
and my hair's full of slugs
on the plus i got a bag full of bud
so i pick up head inside to roll up
hold up
first another drink
then i'm at the sink
throwing chunks down the drain
with no strain
motherfucker i know how to think
wash the tongue off with a bit schmirnoff
then i'm at the fridge 
not sure to go with the vb
or the jb
the jd's shady bought off an old lady
for maybe 18 i think she was maybe
crazy but it don't matter
i wanna get hazy
Listen, your in a bit of a state
you should back off, in the last two hours you've had eight!
fuck off brain, you've turned into a fucking dickhead mate

(CHORUS)

Rocket - Drink

write another line, throw it out, can do better
perfectionist perplexed at perfect pieces of paper
empty white, impervious, to the words i make up
it's all fucking garbage, about time i gave up
but by base luck i come out under this immense weight 
heartrate up, i'm stronger for experience 
hands up to the millions who flow without feeling it 
I just want shout at them, tell them to wake up
because in the end we all just moving lumps of carbon
molded by life and what expectations its hiding
and it's okay to frightened, and i just wanna know
will i be useless coal or a perfect priceless diamond
12001 tor, 230 pound per square inch
1.6e+6 pascals, atmospheric barrage
the mercury is rising time to ride to the horizon
the pressure measures 16 bars in this bitch


Rocket - Cypher 48 - Pressure


Who am I?
i ask this all the time
can't remember my name
i'm so fucking high
this weed shits broken my mind
whats the time?
only been a minute since i hit it
need another hit of
this hydro shit 
then i'm fine
who am i?
just a sick twisted bitch stitched together
by a bottle of piss, a bong, and a cigarette
yeah i can make a song out of this
i got that bomb ass shit
you wanna come and have a hit?
wait, who are you?
i think i met you before 
but my memory slips
still skipping snippets,
stiff drinks, drinks are leaving my brain raw
stick this spliff in your jaw
let's get the type of fucked up that leaves ya on the floor
Wait, where the fuck am i?
can't remember the last three days
and the week before's a blur
my eyes are dry and tongue tastes of fur
life of an alcoholic marijuana conniseur



Cypher 49 - Who Are You

you need money to make money
welcome to the tragic comedy
of errors known as rockets rapping commonly
referred to as clearly confused
stuttering blowing a fuse
set on lose
vocabulary anomaly
Yo this beat pretty ugly
i'm sick of doing nothing
sickest rapper, scratch, unwrap that 
no congestion its no question
i'm in perfect health for this quest and
i'm the worst best man, HA 
i got fire in the eyes
and you'll find it's a controlled burn ha!
i got even odds even as odd as 
is sounds i'm around and i sound like i learned ha!
my ears are grounded to the beat, ah
feet marching the streets after kids are asleep
and i'm keeping the peace with my piece of shit bleats
i got heat for my sweet heel turn HA!
the piece de la resistance
switched on to the peace force
criminal justice just in just incredible
bitches reaching, impeaching the impeccable
skeptical at illegible rhymers
finding evidence of incredulousness prevalent 
among the underclass pump that thunder bass,
a despicable discipline and i can resist anything
except temptation
bring on damnation, got a hemp plantation
haha, smoke that base shit, gotta get mental,
gotta get crippled, gotta get gattaca,
I swear i love humanity, but i hate people
these lyrics are see through as crystal
from the eyes of a blind man
time to russian roulette with an automatic pistol


Week 51 - Oxymoron

syllabilic Maximizer 
puff on that vaporizer
barely stand up but i man up folk are none the wiser
hope i can equalize ya, sing the mantra, exhale geyser
Bring the ganja, bring the single, suck in fat tobacco fire
boom cha
Look at that
crooked tat
cooking bad
breaking up
these stinking shackles, and im acting tied up
and i am strapped for battle
crook bringing the action metal
the book you sing fact
but hooks mistook, welcome the lead baptizer
think wiser
think the single cypher
we can break bad habits for the status and attack the rizers
liquid whiteout
oh we can scrub the file down
oh we can bring it back trim it down now fits it fine hah
boom its the bastard
grooving to classics 
prove it he's stacking broken assets in a line ha
choosing the balloting
he's moving the packaging
assuming the backstabbing 
from a hard knock lifer





S6 Rocket