Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar - Rapper Shit (unreleased) prod. by Tommy Black

Blicky

Fuck Boi Freestyle

In a realm where chaos and hilarity danced a wild tango, an extraordinary rock band emerged, standing out like a neon peacock in a monochrome flock. They were none other than "Lawn Chair Crisis," an eccentric duo comprised of Lil Nirv and Doge.

Lil Nirv, the guitarist, defied gravity with his hair and flaunted a fashion sense best described as "retro-futuristic space cowboy." A distortion and feedback virtuoso, he fancied his guitar a communicator with extraterrestrial life (or so he claimed). His true name was a tongue-twisting enigma, hence "Lil Nirv," a tribute to his unwavering allegiance to peace signs and heavy riffs.

As the band's drummer, Doge was a puzzle of a pooch with a penchant for pizza that bordered on legendary. His drumming talent was eerily uncanny, his beats resonating with a rhythm that seemed to transcend species. Cloaked in perpetually-sliding sunglasses and a slightly oversized leather jacket, Doge personified "animal instinct" with a bark.

One day, consumed by their wanderlust and a hankering for epic waves, Lawn Chair Crisis embarked on a road trip to California's mythical shores. Armed with outrageous instruments, mismatched socks, and a cooler brimming with an unhealthy supply of pizza and beer, they set forth on a journey bound to unleash chaos.

Their route was a maze of wrong turns, questionable choices, and winding roads, leading them to a crossroads radiating an otherworldly aura. A signpost proclaimed "California or Bust," while below it, an enigmatic arrow pointed downward with the phrase "To the Core."

Without much ado, Lil Nirv and Doge exchanged a knowing look and followed the downward path. As they descended, the air turned sultrier, the landscape grew infernal, and the scent of smoldering brimstone wafted around them.

Shockingly, they found themselves in a rock 'n' roll inferno, where lava pits simmered and demons headbanged to an inaudible rhythm. Amidst trembling ground, the Devil himself emerged from the flames, equipped with an electric guitar and crimson-tinted shades.

"Welcome to the hottest gig, Lawn Chair Crisis!" the Devil exclaimed, a wicked grin stretching across his face. "Your music's diabolical, in the best way!"

His devilish plan was unveiled: they were to play a concert for Hell's forsaken souls. Should their performance rock the underworld's core, an escape ticket awaited. Failure meant an eternity playing for the flames.

With Lil Nirv's strings and Doge's drumming fueled by beer and pizza, Lawn Chair Crisis dove into a song defying musical physics. "Mosh Pit" echoed through Hell, its tumultuous energy threatening to tear reality asunder.

In an unforeseen twist, the ground quaked beneath them. The infernal realm trembled, and the tormented souls danced. Even the Devil sang along, his domain quaking as Lawn Chair Crisis's audacity reverberated through Hell's foundations.

As the last note reverberated, the Devil surrendered, shades askew and horns a little less haughty. "Alright, you glorious lunatics! Your way out's won!"

With a triumphant howl and a thunderous power chord, Lawn Chair Crisis was catapulted from Hell back to sunny California. The underworld quaked, and even demons whispered tales of their chaotic saviors.

Thus, the legend of Lawn Chair Crisis grew, murmured among mortals and demons alike. In a realm where discord reigned, they'd proven that even the quirkiest of tunes could shake Hell's very bedrock.

Mosh Pit

UP (Feat. Plntlrd)

(Shoot to Kill) my initial

I want what I want

Safe With Me

production: @whatsworse
photo by: Gersoom Delgado
art by: philosophimage

this ain't the way that I thought it would plan out 
This ain't the way but it's starting it pan out 
Started like man I ain't playin where's my canon 
now I'm like damn I'm the man n they ran up 

this ain't the, 
no this ain't it 
flow is dangerous 
pictures painted 
heat stroke fainted 
I got the keys, it's rainin 
I got the benji franklins
I just got high n I sparked it 
don't think just rhythem when talkin 
it's more than the the topic 
stop it 
don't fuck with an artist I'm god and they gawkin 
Flawless 
 it gotta be honest the the lies get discarded 
garbage
hard as car wreck no time to be modest 
hardest 

I'm not sorry I did it 
I'm not sorry  I hit it 
you said that's yo girl 
she just sat on my fitted 

put the fitted cap back 
look back back just laugh 
pic double tap sent a pin that's gotta map 
15 second snap on that app just ass 
Hit the group chat "who's that? god damn."


i got the vision I'm cropping it out 
can't tell em all what I'm talking about 
flow trash I'm throwing it out  
I can't not live with the doubt 
i got burners on the back 
you gave your hardest attack 
I know they ain't feelin that 
know they ain't feelin that 
know they ain't feelin that
you gave your hardest attack 
know they ain't feelin that 
know that they ain't feelin that 
know that they ain't feelin that 
You gave your hardest attack 
I know they ain't feelin that 

back at it 
started it 
harder than 
all of them
fuck a thought 
I dunno 
on a roll 
adderall 

adderall admiral 
xannys incredible 
lyrical fentanyl 
said I'm not credible 
cause my repatoir   
druggy just strung along 
knowing damn well that I murder bars 

put the time in the sentence 
young barry bars needs a pennant 
forget it just a put a pin in it 
of course we'll back when I get it 

pushing in the boundaries in play
my shine can sting like a ray
won't give you time of the day
I'm talkin so fuck what you say

fuck with they saying I call the shots like I'm banking 
They just go pump with the fakin 
n they
faker than the collagen on Kylie jenners lips 
all them ass shots n them silicon tits 
sayin what you want , 
never tellin how it is 
lying bout yo dick 
bitches laughin at that shit 

All see 
the lies 
it's no 
Surprises 
Look in your
eyes 
Its a disguise

askin what's real 
couldn't answer me 
They tried to dance with me 
cut a rug hang ya feet 
do this shit easily 
Goofys amusing me 
you have have no use to me 
system that's provin see 
I can't lay back 
not state facts 
too Ajax 
just wash that 
Puffy , take that 

Switchin lanes 
muthafuck a blinker 
Makin plays 
like an actor singer 
Changin ways 
that conversion thinker 
old days
told them old friends don't you fuckin linger

this ain't the way that I thought it would plan out 
This ain't the way but it's starting it pan out 
Started like man I ain't playin where's my canon 
now I'm like damn I'm the man n they ran up 

This ain't the way 
This ain't the way 
This ain't the way 
this ain't the way

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shane bars

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