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Underground Scene w. Tha Catalyst

Take Notes w. Tha Catalyst

Andale! [Produced by OneN2une]

Substantial [Produced by M.O.T.H.]

Repeat After Me [Produced by Office Hours]

I've Been Wading [Produced by SiNiK.aL.KiNiD]

...In the Name of Challenge [Produced by SiNiK]

Yesterday's Tomorrow [Produced by Office Hours]

Inspired by the majesty of Dj Shadow's brilliance

High Noon (Dj Shadow) w. Master D

Random Passage (Produced by MegaMan)

The Bombing Begins...

Spartacus IV w. Master D

Never Sacrifice

So Pretty (Swollen Drumz Productions)

For That (Never Gonna Give You Up)

Oops, I've revealed a piece of my agenda,
Go ahead and censor it, like I've a fuck to give about censorship....

Humanist Manifesto [Prod. by RZR]

pure underground hip-hip track with fuck them energy!

Industry Standard w. Greg Allen & Stream of Consciousness

It's been a long time in the making Anticipation built up in my mind
Disintegration, dissent on a nation Disturbing the imagination
Cerebral invasion, a verbal flow Interrogation

Heard you know genetic modification Cause you modeled for Satan
Demonic abomination, apocalyptic revelation
Knew all along, been waiting For the stars to align
And shine down on a soul that was ancient

Now it's high stakes, I vibe straight With the sword of my grace
And I gyrate Cause I'm irate and my mind's fate
So I climb gates to bend time and space To find my place within the equator's embrace
Distorted crossfaders and base I'm faded and blatant, I'm jaded and hate

Been waiting for days for knocking Finally blow like a split atom
Creating bottomless chasms Unleashing bottled up tantrums
I had to ease on the throttle While I was dispersing phantoms
Smokin' cess, try to let it fade End of afternoon, only one sunset

Away from a close look at my soul In a silence, heavy weights impressed
That no one would guess we contained less
We confess, it's plain to be depressed All these steps in vain, nevertheless
Fight till my final breath dissipates

Yo, check the replay, so many debts Do I gotta repay the time of my life
When I finally catch leeway Seems like crossing twice the Atlantic seascape
Temporary delay, this penitentiary feeling But where by the neck do I hang
Headstones buried deep in the screen of Midwestern slang

Raps causing me to be caustic
So it's holocaust til the gods call it off bitch
Turn the beat up on the song I'm feeling because I'm carsick
We arsonists, tarnishing the heartless, disarming the monsterous

First things first, do never let me get in the zone
Cause my head is a vault that my pen owns
And when I smell ear kids, as if it's infectious
We're dripping, they smoke the stench of a villain

The second I step in the building
And of course I'm not a sorcerer who can force you to pay attention
So I'll be forced to shake it with a pencil
That settles my ordering breakfast flow

I craft it nicely, and you don't have to fight me
But most rappers lack the psyche to rap like me
Fabricating their lines, these rappers waste my time
Like chicks with big tits but an average face and behind

See I've been taught I'm higher or stronger
So I try to be the force of a dinosaur with a pile of driving cars
I'll onslaught with the martial arts of a motherfucking samurai
With swords screaming, fuck what you hyping for

I'll slap you with your spinal cord
Let the haters stand abrasive while I bust me inside their vaginas
Cause I'm your favorite rapper's favorite fucking rhyme writer

I'm caught in the midst of the mist of settlement, development
Arrested with contested envelopment of bereft embezzlement
A dissent!
Reminiscence of a discus flipping its axis backwards
In fact, the drastic nature of making wavering thoughts
Would ought not be
Like a Nazi's dedication

To embracing the nameless face of eternity
Spurning unworthily, unnerving me for the simplicity of ethnocentricity
Seemingly ambivalent, sent to relent the disgust
With the same descent to discuss

Over lunch, a sober hunch turned factitious
Envisioned by the wisdom
The wise side, the widescreen demeans the scene
That seemed at first serene
Flip, switch, it's turned obscene
Or at least that's how it seems to be
To me
To each we've given written depictions of living
Driven by insanity

Raps causing me to be caustic
So it's holocaust til the gods call it off bitch
Turn the beat up on the song I'm feeling because I'm carsick
We arsonists, tarnishing the heartless, disarming the monsterous

Beaver Lingo w. Master D, Sphinx, Tha Catalyst [Produced by Anno Domini]

An instrumental oscillating between comptemplative zen and the power of overcoming the numbness within. Zero to 60 in 50 seconds…

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