Cloudy

chillrap

chillin

enjoy. <3
sample credits = *Oh Wonder - All We Do*

All We Do.

magic (prod. purpan)

This is a song I made produced by tomppabeats. I suck but it's my first one don't bully me.

What (prod. tomppabeats)

I like this one and cabu absolutely hooked me up with an amazing beat. Shout out to him for that.

Buzzards (prod. by cabu)

if design dictates function, what am i? w/ autumn keys

prod @rainlord
mixed by @ibr

lyrics: http://pastebin.com/BktFpHc4

look, I won’t pretend I understand it babe, the afterlife and all
but as you died you promised me that you would try to write or call
and I’ve been waiting ever since, every sunday I hold seances with like-minded adults
and roll your corpse into the living room and try and find your pulse and then repine at the results, I’ve even got my windowsills lined up with ultraviolet bulbs, shrunken shrines of human skulls and other signs of the occult but now I’m at a fucking loss, cause honey, nothing seems to work…
 
like I’ve been astrally projecting my body beyond my dreams
through the fabric of space and time so you could me spot me at the seams
I ventured through the upside-down hoping you caught me in between
but maybe if you’ve got the tech, then you could haunt me on my screens
 
like you should infiltrate my news feed
I swear no one would notice
you could float beside some bogus buzzfeed quiz about the POTUS
be a pixelated phantom ghost
on clickbait propaganda posts
and dictate what you’re thinking through a catchy headline
like “one weird reason why it’s great to be ethereal”
or “twenty signs you’re dead now and your soul is immaterial”
 
or if it’s late at night then you could swoop in from the shadow realm
and talk to me through pop-up ads that show up over adult films
on anything you’re into, we could start with milf, or facial,
you could beam your interspatial spirit into interracial
if you’re feeling sorta formal, we could pizza date on Skype
and I could call the coroner over n’ we could share the corner slice and when it’s time to go to bed, then we could leave our cameras on
and if the netherworld has one-day shipping free on Amazon
 
then you could slumber as you ship yourself, I swear this shit delivers quick
or send me the address and I could meet you by the river styx
I’d twitter beef with Namtar by the Tigris and Euphrates
I could snap you while I’m snagging sacred threads of life from Hades
I would loot Duat and photocopy-pirate the papyus,
change the records and then have a Facebook flamewar with Osiris  
and either way, I can’t wait to talk or reunite,
I’ve been so lonely since you died, I’ve tried to walk towards the light
and if the Gods of Death oppose our harmless want to reconvene
then maybe we could sneak you by ‘em if you haunt me through a screen

the rest of the lyrics: pastebin.com/BktFpHc4

haunt me on twitter

haunt me

prod. @corybear
mixed by @ibr

shout out stream squad

I think in I’m in love
but I’ve been feeling otherwise
these flutters in my stomach aren’t butterflies but cutting knives 
and not the butter kind, and if you listen close when she begins to speak, you’ll hear a couple hundred sighs and the collective shut of eyes, letters linger on her lips like lullabies, I think I’ve  drowned a couple times inside her opal-colored eyes, she could do something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives, a perfect 10 photo shutter finish on her cocoa butter thighs, X catch her wearing loose pajamas on a sunday and she’d overshadow any supermodel on a runway, when she wakes up in the morning up she smells like vanilla essence and the bittersweet recollections of your adolescence, summer camp and piano lessons and presents you got on birthdays, orange creamsicles and double plays on first base, and walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush then you might melt to liquid gold, the lightest kind of midas touch, I’ve seen the way she drinks espresso during classes and reshapes a paper cu p into an emerald-covered chalice, sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances to me through her giorgio armani frames, she’s nearly perfect in 
almost 
every
way 









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but she’s got shit taste in movies, ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she’s down to go see anything by shyamalan or michael bay, and also, she’s a psycho in the kitchen, 
it’s a travesty, what kind of fucking monster cooks their pasta in the microwave? 
and she does this thing where she corrects your grammar if it’s wrong and clicks her tongue and winks and shoots a playful finger gun as if she’s won some sorta contest, empress victor-of-a-conquest, mrs. armchair shrink, let me fix you with a comment, princess kick you when you’re down, worshipper to a godhead, it seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn’t chime in quick with unsolicited advice, an unapologetic tyrant of passive aggressive rivalry, ask her a question and catch and handful of sass and irony, and trust me, she is just the worst at board games, debates about the rules like legislators at a court case, tampers with the scales of justice, wielding pencils as her gavel, once I even caught her cheating while she kept the score in scrabble, she’s a fucking wreck at checkers, plays monopoly sloppily, always bringing up disputes in games of trivial pursuit, sucks at battleship and risk, she fights better hand-to-hand, 
and don’t even get me started ‘bout how trash she is at candy land

but I’m no adonis either,
fashion sense abysmal, I’ve got two nirvana t-shirts 
that I wear to formal outings and I’ve never owned a cardigan,
catch me buyin’ cargo pants at target from the bargain bin
drink milk straight out the carton, use my hands to scoop out margarine
breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments
and I’m not a glass half full kinda guy,
shipwrecked, flags half-mast hull kinda guy
I never was an optimist, not too good at compromise,
the problem is my ego’s far too fragile to apologize
but she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too
it’s always nice to have somebody close who double-checks you
and honestly, we wouldn’t be ourselves if we were different 
yeah, she’s clumsy and I’m stupid, those are things that we can live with
being perfect’s unrealistic, either way I like our flaws
the way I crack my knuckles often, the obnoxious way she yawns
the way I stutter when I flirt cause I’m not very good with courtship
the way she’s gotta pee the first ten minutes of a road trip
how when she cuts her pancakes it’s in slices, not in squares
the way my daily coffee intake is a crisis, I'm aware
the way I talk in crowded theatre and the way she parks in parallel
the way she goes through pints of ben and jerrys salted caramel
the way...

slide in my DM's

butterflies

I guess the afterlife is crazy after all...

Produced by Raven.
Mixed and Mastered by @polearm. 
Artwork by Dog Eat Dog Designs. (https://bit.ly/2VPPYYg)

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Cloud-mac-the-life-and-times-of-the-already-dead-lyrics

follow my twitter

The Life And Times Of The Already Dead

prod. @jhfly
art by rach, @passive155 on twitter

i miss the olden days
back when we would drive my civic off into the sunset, windshield glowing with a golden haze
i miss the simpler times
when you could pick me up at 4 am and hit the road and we would improvise 
with nothing in the GPS, back when we were free to roam
and brought a pillow with us so that anywhere could be our home
not the most romantic, but we planned out all our future dates
and snuck in every morning to cop breakfast at a super eight 
I’d waltz in past the front desk, then open the cafe door
you’d slink in and we’d have a banquet that we’d never pay for
two goody-two-shoes breaking all the rules, little rebels, we were perps
tryna hide our smirks while slipping fruity pebbles in your purse
and as we dipped out of the exit you would grin as if you’d robbed a bank
hop into our getaway and gun it on an empty tank
pull into an vacant station where our car’s the only one


there’s something meditative about the smell of fresh petroleum  



but things have changed since,

 cars are losing their appeal
it’s been decades since I’ve even gripped a steering wheel
elon built a hyperloop so no one drives drive a coupe no more,
people take their transit-pods through traffic on their private routes
china’s got a maglev train but I would never get aboard
in russia I heard they could program people so they teleport
point A to B, always know exactly where you’re headed for
remember when a road trip meant a sojourn, not a metaphor
remember rolling windows down with levers on the metal doors
and reaching back behind your seat to find that bag of kettle corn
one foot on the floorboard, then put on the gas
yearning for that rearview mirror, i’ve got one foot in the past

rearview

prod. @xmittens
mixed by @ibr

lyrics: https://genius.com/Samsa-technocrat-lyrics

technocrat

I don't know the actual description for this one, as he deleted it before I could catch it, anyways, enjoy the beautiful song!

Produced by Elijah Who.

Lyrics (Done to the best of my ability):

no one does it better
no one does it, no one does it better
you got me going outside, you got me going outside (x2)

and i don't know if i got what it takes to be a man
i've been listing all the features just trying to make a plan
watching all the movie stars save the girl, free the land
and i just can't understand what it means to be a man.

when i was young i was strong, a motherfucking superhero
i would fly around the world, i was scared of noone, none, zero
i'd bang the drums so slowly, better call me robert damn de niro
i was the portrait vincent nubiola by joan miro

and as i got older, i got weaker, that was clear to me
no longer unbreakable, my fears had started to breathe
until i met you girl, now you are making me believe
that being me is more important, wear my heart on my sleeve

no one does it better
no one does it, no one does it better
you got me going outside, you got me going outside (x4)

and i love just talking to you, talking to you (x2)

no one does it better - cloud mac x elijah who

I wrote this song about anxiety...

Produced by Worth Beats.
Mixed and Mastered by @polearm.
Artwork by Dog Eat Dog Designs. (https://bit.ly/2VPPYYg)

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Cloud-mac-the-man-who-watched-the-moon-lyrics

The Man Who Watched The Moon

liquor and nicotine w/ oclout

the finest of things w/ kryptonite

merry christmas, friends!
here's some heat

lyrics:
coming up, i never really had shit 
no bedframe, just the floor and the mattress 
no left lane, stuck in slow moving traffic 
then i made racks on racks off practice 
now everything is perfect, i don't look at price tags 
all i do is purchase, remember back in high school 
no one liked the gay kid, had to learn to fight soon 
all them hicks mad 'cause i turned into a tycoon 
now my life a business, i made it off of my own shit 
soundcloud check to an iphone 6 
flow used to blow like cyclones did 
now i'll make your mixtape with my eyes closed, bitch 
might pioneer a genre from my bedside 
from my bedside 
got me feeling sorry for the next guy 
better luck next time

coming up, i never really had shit 
no bedframe, just the floor and the mattress 
no left lane, stuck in slow-moving traffic 
then i made racks on racks off practice 
(x2) 

went from a rock band mic to an off-brand mic 
to the god damn mic i'm using--stupid 
most of y'all cats so clueless--nuisances 
stepping in front of my movement--move it 

you really gotta believe me 
the competition was easy 
they came to me with a treaty 
i couldn't stress it enough 
started out with a message 
and turned to local legend 
but now it's not even a question 
i'm your celebrity crush 
labels called it a gamble 
they said i'm too much to handle 
i couldn't fit on the panel 
but now they ready to bluff 
cats who used to belittle me 
hitting me, say they spitting heat 
every one of my enemies 
getting left in the dust 

that's a promise, i feel so on it 
bars rock hard like a god damn onix 
most y'all kids need hooked on phonics 
every new song's the just the same old garbage 
be more honest... honestly, i promise that it's worth it 
i remember balancing geometry with wording 
i remember practicing through callouses and curses 
but now my life feel so god damn perfect

coming up, i never really had shit 
no bedframe, just the floor and the mattress 
no left lane, stuck in slow-moving traffic 
then i made racks on racks off practice 
(x3)

PERFECT

download <3

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stream on spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/4E70wTAgVlfgoxTUHFGbuB
out on all platforms

produced by the talented @juniordbeats, go check em out!
mixing and art by me

Lyrics:
[annotations at https://genius.com/Zamir-bunker-buddies-lyrics]
it's kinda hard to stay calm with all this talk of A-bombs
i can’t really ignore it what with Donald taunting K. Jong
and since nuclear war is now basically quite imminent 
i’m wondering if you’ll join me in this basement that i’m living in
it’s got accommodations, it’s amazing as a bunker
we can hunker down and face an Operation Rolling Thunder
i’m stacked on games in case we wanna play and never slumber
and got snacks for days so we don’t waste away from our hunger 
this is an exclusive invitation
only for the few I’d like to stay with if our days are ever numbered
as a human race, i mean our population was encumbering
this earth in any case, so in a way, this really may not be a bummer
a nuclear apocalypse,
when it’s over we can hunt for oxidants and fuel to take a rocket ship
to space, from the waste of a once beautiful metropolis
just stocking it with things that are useful like... umm... chocolates?

(or maybe oxygen would be smarter... ehh... actually i'll stick to chocolates)

and honestly, i’m not exactly sure what has me more scared
it’s kinda strange but i fear climate change as much as warfare
with oceans rising all the coasts will find themselves submerged 
and i don’t think the current government has shown enough concern
we’ve got researchers waving publications in dismay
as our leaders keep taking our nation to its grave
so when it comes time to find a place in which to stay
like I mentioned earlier, my bunker basement’s pretty safe
in a worst case scenario, an earthquake might bury you
but otherwise i’ve kept track of every single variable
if temperatures get crazy my AC will keep us very cool
if oceans rise we’re waterproofed, and i’ve got a tube 
that runs up out the room a couple hundred feet into the air
my neighbors think that i’m a kook, but there’s no being too prepared
so whether it gets hot out or we face nuclear fallout
if you hear this, for you i’ve got a few feet of room to spare

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bunker buddies (prod. by jrd.)

' PEACE.LOVE.HABITAT '
Production by D'Artizt & co-production by Blu Majic Beat Co.
Engineered by babyBEHR & $ubjectz

babyBEHR - Picture Me Rolling

har2018

https://soundcloud.com/puarbeats
https://soundcloud.com/puarbeats

VISUALS:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oTVibMuIgcs

gang moves w/ PUAR

Hike

Produced by Young Enzo.
Featuring @polearm
Mixed and Mastered by @polearm

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Cloud-mac-make-cults-not-cliques-lyrics

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxkO09cDREw&t=8s

Make Cults Not Cliques (ft. Polearm)

Saintcloud