You can play this song on the mobile rhythm game KALPA!

Production, mixing, and mastering: HyuN
Lyrics: Skizzo

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9pm we were lying on a hill with our
Heads thrown back with our eyes full peel
Meteor shower tonight with a clear sky
It's a bright night gonna have a good time
First one coming through near the moon
Eyes closed hope my wish come true
Next star you can see from afar
Ripped clouds apart hit the ground like a dart

Dirt flying up now the cars lining up
At the stores buying up everyone supplying up
More rocks rain down on the town roofs gone
Trees red with the fire people trying not
To die tonight the sky fell on top of us
Hell will rise and remove all of us
What'll put a stop to this nightmare
Clasp your hands look up say a prayer

Fireballs in the dark of the night
Sunset over blackness and city light
Death rains on the people below
Say your last words cause you're gonna go (x2)

Corpses and carcasses everything's dead cause the
Meteor showered the rest of the best of us
Blood-covered shelters and cracks in the streets
Volunteer helpers go back without leads
You all are helpless with sanity bending
Leave you all breathless now your life is ending
The Earth that you know can no longer be found
New generation apocalypse now (x2)

Space Break (prod. HyuN)

The gangsta goose is on the loose
Dangerous like a moose killing with a rap knoose
Haters slip away like water on my back
None of y'all know about my wing attack
You want a hit man? I'll stick you with a high bill
Whacking mother fuckers while I'm flying high still
High as a kite, showing lyrical might
Deadly sight, even from a tower's height
Swooping in, committing sin
Gotta survive nature's recycling bin
Hanging with my brother of another feather
It don't matter whether my flow is better
This goose is a bad water treader
Badder than the likes of the turtle Shredder
Quack rhymes all the time
Corkscrew your girl til she come just right
No thumb, I hum tunes
To the RZA cuz Prodigal Sunn
Picking up rhymes like a broken off bread crumb
Wabbit season come and try to get some
We the geeses with beastest
Pieces ain't no one defeats us
Least as we keeps us the feces of
Feastes of meatses we eatses

Our gang is a gaggle you gawk and we gag ya
The pain of the paddle you play but we pan ya
Insane for a sample you saw us we snagged ya
You blame it on a battle you bombed and we bagged ya
I'mma coddle your eggs right now
I'm a bird like my language foul
Your pants is wet better get a big towel
This ain't Swan Lake it's the gangsta goose town

Gangsta Goose

This is an unfinished demo that was supposed to become a full-on nu-metal rapcore rock fest of a song about fried chicken and beer. Gyuho Lee (who did the instrumental for my Internet War cover years ago) wrote all of the music and laid my original vocals over it. We never got past this stage, unfortunately. Enjoy!

The thumbnail is from the following classic video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A43JOxLa5MM

Baste Fried Chicken (Nu-Metal Demo)

White Mage, Two Tongues, It's Me를 하고 나 4번째로 개인 자랑을 주제로 삼아 4(사)웩을 올립니다. White Mage (공연 전용)가 제 배경, Two Tongues (공연 전용)가 실력, It's Me (사클 다운 가능)가 특징이라고 하면 4웩이 뻔히 스웩이죠. 덥스텝 비트에다 두언어를 섞어 가득한 과장으로 장난을 치고 쿨한 척하고 랩을 작사했습니다. 사실 제가 또라이입니다. 자, 즐겁게 들으시죠. 섀끼들.

Lyrics & rap: Skizzo
Mixing & mastering: Black Swan Audio
Beat: Jesse Cale, Epic Rap Battles of History - "Skrillex VS Mozart"
Image: Omoikane

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Skizzo's back! With another 'bout himself!
He's gonna rap! With a little bit of swag!
Woo he's a fox! What does Skizzo say?
Joff choff!!! That Skizzo cray!
You grab the mic and I'll be proud of ya
I'll take the whole crowd of ya! Here comes the man
Who raps in two lingua!
English and Korean not afraid of ya
Step inside the mind of whitey blackey and the Cheroka
I am the coolest rapper in Korea
난 래퍼중에 제일 멋진 애야
Lyrics come out like a case of diarrhea
설사걸린 것처럼 가사가 나와
Rap in English rhyme in Korean
그러다가 번연하고 끌어 너네 호기심
Oops that wasn't translated it was totes diff
Hold stiff listen little mo' this
욕없게 모욕되 도록해 좀독해
또joke해? 조용해! 고소해 보면돼!
보조해 줘본내 용도꽤 도용돼
Joke뭔데 joke속에 도노잼
HAH! Baby how'd ya like that?
15 triplets fresh Korean pan
Cake 강아지를 우송하면 부침개
I'm as smoov as a man can make
I don't study 랩 가사 쓰고 배워
Lyrics hot like 엽떡이 매워
Mixing languages 자꾸 언어 섞어
욕으로 라임 짜 정말 mother uh-uh!
Go ahead test me you just can't best me
I'm too zesty but I'm not hefty
Only 60 kilograms 쟀지
무슨 말을 했지? 아니 머라캤지?

Go crazy like a baby That's gravy so tasty

Yo my bro Skizzo can I borrow yo flow NO!
Ghost write? DON'T! You think I'm a joke?
I'm dope and I'm broke but I'm rich with my flow
My niche is the Korean Which is all the mo' reason
Get into DeLorean Drift past a policeman
Woooo woooo!!! Back to the future! 못 잡아
날 That will confuse ya 혼자 나가
Rap 들어줘서 감사 빠빠!

4웩 (Swag)

Lyrics, rapper: Skizzo
Mixing, mastering: Black Swan Audio
Original beat: YDG - "Give It To Me"

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Yeah listen up y'all I'm cracking up more than a drugged out comedian.
My voice is flat enough to wear a AAA bra on a fresh paved road.
Singing so bad I sound like I got auto-Looney Tuned.
Pitch correct an F chord and add a U.
Less tone than a nerd at an anime convention.
Left and right deaf people's ear bleeding. Check it out.

Vocal cords tangled like headphones out my pocket
Every which way voice sounding like a rocket
Screeching and scratching, my melodies ain't catching on
Singing and rapping, my harmonies ain't matching up
Every good boy deserves fudge but they don't give me much
Just enough to get me to shut up
Lay down the treble gonna throw it in your face
Take it to the next level pick up the pace
Turn up the bass come on and gimme space
My good bike didn't fall apart it's time to race
I'm all haste and no grace, sharper than the blades
At a swordsmith's living place
Have a taste of my abrasive vocal waste
After hearing this you'll wanna spray me with mace 
I'll hit you with a 3담 콤보 like IU
AAA AAA AAA with an echo too

I can't sing 노래 못 불러
I can't sing 노래 못 불러
I can't sing 노래 못 불러
노래 부른다면 귀가 아프겠어

Octaves on a keyboard too big for my teeny hand and my
Vocal range small like I never even had it my
Girl yells and says stop I'mma deem her mad in a
Crap singing contest I'mma beat 'em bad and I
Can't hit a note right, high low it's out of sight
Voice in the middle range, range too tight
Tight like a towel in a locker room fight
Water on the tip get hit spit bright
Expletives everywhere, bad singing fill the air
You can't bear it as I share it all you do is
Stare at and glare at, while I just blare at
Y'all scaredy cats ain't nothing wrong with that
American Idol Randy ain't as randy
X Factor Simon Cowell cowered
William Hung and I would really bond but
Steve Tyler he told me dream on

I can't sing 노래 못 불러
I can't sing 노래 못 불러
I can't sing 노래 못 불러
노래 부른다면 귀가 아프겠어

슈스케 슈퍼스타케
일차에서 탈락했네
집에 가서 울고 파 쳐다보는 아빠가
왜 공부하지 않고 펑펑 우냐고
슬픈 날엔 소주가 땡기지
편의점 앞에서 술 먹는 아저씨가
자기랑 같이 마시자니
내가 벌써 필름이 끊겼지
노래연습장에 데려가고
어린 내가 불러 18번 가요
높여줘 에코 낮춰줘 microphone
모두들 소리를 외쳐줘
과속하는 차 타듯이
rhythm 타지 woosh 엄청나게
방바닥에 토해 아저씨 날 집에 보내
내가 집에 들어가자 바로 내 침대에 going

I Can't Sing

Lyrics: Skizzo
Vocals: Skizzo and Joe Rollins
Production: Anonymous
Mixing and Mastering: Cloverdale

--

In my bed I lie dreaming
I can hardly believe, that
It's Monday It's Monday
There's no way It's crazy
The beginning of the work week is here
The weekend's over I'll shed a tear
I'mma put on my suit and tie
Gotta grab my food and ride
Boss of the carpool I drive
My loans are due that's why

Crack of dawn I got a fire in my rear I be straight
Jumping out the bed like the Rocketeer
Head into the bathroom and look into the mirror
I'm the fairest of them all someone call me top tier
Finish up and I head into the kitchen put
Jam on my toast let me give the knife a lickin'
Sweet like a Friday I'mma eat it my way
Take the first bite as I pull out my driveway
Vroom vroom! Speed up and go
Down with the windows
Left early for the empty roads
I don't know the meaning of slow
Red lights never slowed me up (nah)
I'm hitting green like president Trump (yeah)
I'm on the highway maxing out my throttle
Working on my drive like I'm at the Maralago

Pile into the building it's Monday
Clock in walking like I'm on a runway
Scan my card so I'm not left unpaid
Last bite of my toast cause I'm hungry
Sit down check it out I got an email
Treat every word like the body of a female
It's our top client let him know I mean well
Land a deal that will make a mil in retail
Desk warming to roasting but
I'm up for a promotion
More cheddar for the coasting I'm a
Great white in the company ocean
Looking forward to the next four days
My skin'll never get more rays
Cause I work in a cubicle maze
Nothing but walls but at least it pays

Hip-Hop For Sad Children

Monday (feat. Joe Rollins)

Lyrics: Skizzo, Dow6, and MC That Suck
Vocals: Skizzo, Dow6, and MC That Suck
Production: Scotty Soul
Mixing and Mastering: Black Swan Audio

--

When I manspread I command head
Legs so wide make a man dead
Butter on the pan gotta pants spread
Peanut butter jelly time wheat bran bread
Knees far I'm the Grand Manyon
Close for the night it's mad saddening
Spreading on trucks like Van Damme
People wanna come see they be panhandling
Oxygen gotta get some air for my
Crotch again wanna dry the hair my
Rocks are in it's a dark lair my
Cock's a 10 y'all ain't prepared
Walk around like Groucho Marx I'll
Half squat I do it for the art
Open my doors my legs are apart now
Tell me what you want I got spread a la cart

Go hard in the 쩍벌 (yeah)

Some let 'em breathe I let 'em hang
I space 'em out I never wait 
I'm colder than a mother fuckin' snow cap Extend this lap
Let the hands rest 
Scrolling on a window see ya peeking freak 
Mad cuz you huddled in the corner
And bothered by my view
Honestly unfazed blank stares
I'm rich bitch wish you was fly 
The guy I be way beyond the stars swing low
Finest cotton for these family jewels
Silk on Wednesday still Fruit of the Loom

새삼 좁은 세상 혈액 순환의 수난
나이는 뒷구멍 먹고 귓구멍 막고 알게 뭐꼬
빨리 자리 차지 다리 벌리는 할리 갈리
넘치는 양기 개저씨 향기 창피를 모르는 환기
요즘 핫해 나의 하체 아싸리 그냥 확 째
벌어진 무릅팍 버러지 인상 팍
옆자리 참한 아가씨 차마 아무말 못하고 참아
오레사마, 원래 쌈마이, 욕먹고 오래 사마

Go Hard in the 쩍벌 (feat. Dow6 & MC That Suck)

Lyrics: Skizzo
Vocals: Skizzo
Production: Scotty Soul
Mixing and Mastering: Black Swan Audio

--

They be pulling my leg like a trombone
Sing my heart out it'll run home
Pitch my message out to the unknown
Everybody ho hum when I hum ho
When you hear me sing call me gung ho
With a little bit of practice I'll become pro
Like Tarzan shouting in the jungle
But I can't brag gotta stay humble
Fool myself into singing lemme
Fuel myself intermission energy never run low
Duets make me nervous I'mma
Do it with a purpose I'mma sound really dumb though
When I sing I can shatter glass so I'll
Take my voice to the range and the gun show
See me on TV no talent phone ballot
You can bet that the viewers gonna come vote
Sing sharp cut strings on a harp
Lost my chance I only had one go
Vibrato's my motto there's no vocal lotto
Even John Daker calling me a dumb joke
Mic speaking to me like I'm a little boy
With a new toy GI Joe play me
So I pick it up adjust the stand
Action hands and I start singing do re mi
Sound waves bulldoze the air til the
Birds fly even crows hate me
Pitch flatter than an A cup
I got implants and everybody won't date me
I got rejected from a community college
Tried a bribe but they won't take me
I put singing as a hobby on Tinder
People ask me to sing I say don't make me

Can't sing with the best of them
Drowned out by the rest of them
Picked last in the choir class
Confidence lower than the tuba's brass
Pride smaller than a garden gnome
Break that thing get a nicer tone
Autotune me man I still
Can't sing with the best of them
Drowned out by the rest of them
Picked last in the choir class
Confidence lower than the tuba's brass
Pride smaller than a garden gnome
Break that thing get a nicer tone
Autotune me please

Ripping up my vocal cords like a shirt
You can call me Superman
I won a singing contest on confidence
Now people say I duped a man
They say my voice is a weapon
Every time I sing I wound a man
I was sent to do the devil's work
I opened my mouth and doomed a man
Travel back in time to kill myself
When I couldn't spit call me a Looper
So bad I make myths come true I
Belted the brown note became the pooper
Nobody can beat me I send you to
Hyperspace like an unbound Hoopa
Jump on me all you want I'll come back
Stronger I'm Koopa Troopa
I'm the American Idol a thousand strong
But I'm no threat call me Goomba
I'll shred my vocal cords like a guitar
Then clean 'em up like a Roomba
I can't dance either but I'll
Dance on your grave I'll be your Zumba
Doompety doo I got a puzzle for you
Sing along with the Oompa Loompa
But singing's like chocolate to me
I eat it up like the son of the Gloops
People hear my voice and strangle me like
I looked at them and said The Moops
Sometimes I bust a Cap'N Crunch
All Chuck Berrys like oops
My voice sounds like all the
Vowels were left in a bowl of Alphabet Soup

Can't sing with the best of them
Drowned out by the rest of them
Picked last in the choir class
Confidence lower than the tuba's brass
Pride smaller than a garden gnome
Break that thing get a nicer tone
Autotune me man I still
Can't sing with the best of them
Drowned out by the rest of them
Picked last in the choir class
Confidence lower than the tuba's brass
Pride smaller than a garden gnome
Break that thing get a nicer tone
Autotune me please

Still Can't Sing

Lyrics: Skizzo and Eddie Caine
Vocals: Skizzo and Eddie Caine
Production: Mehdi Shaouni
Mixing and Mastering: Black Swan Audio

--

I be spending every day in the world
Alone by myself in my bed all curled
Up like a baby you know I was furled
I'm sucking thumbs like a titty on a girl
Big titties they big silly like them diggies
On the hand with the thumb of little Jack Horner
Smuggle all the plums good boy better warn her
I could skeet and paint myself into a corner
But it's too bad I ain't got a chance
I'm never gonna get into another girl's pants
Never when I'm single, I'm never getting married
I'm gonna be forever alone hands hairy
The night of my first time we was getting skinny
I stuck my pole in the mountain asked can you feel me
Then we changed it up we was looking silly
My foot hit her in the jaw now I know she feel me

I need someone to hug me
Someone to love and touch me
Someone that I can call my own
I need someone to hug me
Someone to love and touch me
Cause I don't wanna be alone (x2)

Backpacking through the European countries
Checking out all the European honeys
I was taken to a hostel by a sweet girl
A Belgian I was ready to go for a whirl
Yo we entered her room her bed's all ready
Sheets cleaned pillow fluffed now I'm breathing heavy
Gazed at each other eyes locked then she said
We ain't gonna kiss or get hot go to bed
I'm a good guy so I let her go to sleep
Next thing I know the bed is going creak creak
I looked over but I felt my bone waning off
This girl was in the bed alone janing off
I know you're thinking that's the perfect invite
When I tried to help she stopped and said good night
We woke up the next morning like nothing happened
That night I took my hand out for a fapping

Juliana (feat. Eddie Caine)

Lyrics: Skizzo
Vocals: Skizzo
Production: Cloverdale
Mixing and Mastering: Cloverdale

--

I'm a man ain't got a bit of muscle but I got rhymes with a little bit of hustle
No swag never gonna win a tussle My whack style never gonna make a rustle
Skinny boy growing up in Hawaii, moved to Alabama then I cried
Every day got bullied oh my, gonna get 'em back fight 'em with a smile that's right
Y'all looking at me like I'm a nerd, tap another red mountain that's Magic
On you that's a waste it'll burn, Bring you to 0 with Shock that's tragic
You can take your itty bitty ego Stick it in your pee hole oooh that's rachet
Penny for your thoughts? Ready for the rocks? You're doctor Claw I'm go go Gadget!
Still rep Hawaii but I'm based in Korea
International I like to stay in low gear
Kickin it with homies in Asia we all here
Picking up the languages we got no fear
I don't rap about money cause I got none
I don't brag about women cause I got one
Asked my dad if I can shoot his BB shotgun
The last thang I got to say is drugs're not fun

Soft exterior
Hard interior
I'm a broken man in this Asian land
I got the skin of a fruit
And the pit is my truth
You can call me peach
But I found my niche

When I talk it's a verbal blitz, When I rap my lips go on the spritz
In my time I got some hits, Go play Pump It Up you'll see the Skizz
When I think back at my time in school I never thought I'd grow to be this cool
Had a lot of friends nobody had my back Then I threw my legs on my head look at that
I had a bunch of nicknames like small balls
Others called me face dandruff now it's all gone
I was punched I was kicked I was even licked
Bullied by people then a dog made me her bitch
Not a class clown cause I ran the whole campus
I won't sit my ass down I will never vanish
Even after graduation you could hear my name
You could see me on the screen dead center frame
I was known for my movies and my bad hair
I joined every clique knew of every fad there
No sports no I didn't ever have a care
Look at me now I got rap flair

Soft exterior
Hard interior
I'm a broken man in this Asian land
I got the skin of a fruit
And the pit is my truth
You can call me peach
But I found my niche

Peach

Lyrics: Skizzo and RAMA
Vocals: Skizzo and RAMA
Production: Cloverdale
Mixing and Mastering: Black Swan Audio

--

Pour it in the glass maybe in some malt liquor
One shot burn my throat it's a hard hitter
Bottom of my glass who will be my shot filler
Grill another piece of meat got a charred dinner
Lettuce wraps on fire with the 쌈장
Better pass me the tray with the 간장
Light sass when you're with me never 잔잔
High class 한국어 call me 반장
I know tomorrow's gonna be a bad day with a
Hang over I'll be feeling crappy
When you sipping on this stuff it ain't malaise
You know what's gonna come after the party
Twist cap flick it pass then we drink that
Stick nap fill my glass didn't think that
Clink tap with a Cass better bring that
Green bottle mother fucker yo let me sing that

Hit me with them green bottles
With them green bottles (x3)
Hit me hit me hit me hit me hit me
With another shot

Stumble out of the bar with a bottle in hand
I paid 4 dollars now I barely can stand
Blacked out dudes living off of the land
Napping on the train that was part of the plan
Follow me I know a great place for 이차
A place where all the people smile when they greet ya
Order up another platter nice to meet ya
Pass me the tongs and the scissors I'mma teach ya
Roll the glass down my jaw line Tip my
Head back swallow then I give a long sigh
I need a spicy green pepper not the wrong kind
Another green bottle's what I'd do for a Klondike
Yo 형 how many has it been?
Count 'em all up it's about ten
Eleven coming up I'll never contend
Then my 형 is like hey I'm phoning a friend

Hit me with them green bottles
With them green bottles (x3)
Hit me hit me hit me hit me hit me
With another shot

Green Bottles (feat. Rama)

Lyrics: Skizzo
Vocals: Skizzo and Joe Rollins
Production: Scotty Soul
Mixing and Mastering: Black Swan Audio

M/V Meraki United: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRhufd-4nRw

M/V Skizzo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3o4CNGiEVIE

--

Coming through with my light up shoes
Don't trip cause I'll light up the room
When they see 'em people get in the mood
You can feel it now you know I'm the truth
Every color I can see flashing on my kicks
Cycle through the light spectrum it's a color mix
Silly rabbit more colors than a bowl of Trix
We turning up in ways that ain't for the kids
Red orange yellow green blue indigo and violet
I'm rapping colors with a little flow and rhyme it
We getting seizures up in here epileptic
Dirty like the bottom of my kicks getting septic
Strobe lighting every color of the rainbow
So bright now the sun never hang low
Technicolor I be fly call me Jango
Yo I gotta take 'em off in heavy rain though

Straight kicking with my light up shoes
(When I turn them on they look)
Straight kicking with my light up shoes
(People see them they get shook)

Rolling up I hear the thumping of the club now
Hoping I'mma get it pumping with the bub now
Scoping out the people jumping to the sub now
Everybody ready for the sippy cup now
Stick my lip on the tip of my little sippy cup
I'll grip a 5th of some liquor so I can fill it up
Get a lick of my drippy until you get enough
Then take your pick of the liquor 2 bottle minimum
Shot glass you be taking special ed class
With a sippy we can suck suck suck it up
No spill knock it but you can still chill
Cause your sippy gonna plug plug plug it up
All the fellas and the ladies getting paired up
Everybody at the party getting teared up
With a sippy we will never mess our hair up
No fuss baby you can thank my holy grail cup

With a sippy I can make them move
(Hold your plastic in the air)
With a sippy I can make them move
(If you squeeze it you can share)

Got my sippy now everybody be with me cause
The party be jumping with party people turning silly
Disco lights coming from the feet of many Let your
Fists go high Pump and shake em willy nilly
Kicks on gripping turn the switch on killing got a
Hit song listen with the kids gone sitting
Thanos outchea spilling liquor like a villain
Shoulda gone for the head half left sipping

I'mma bust a move
Feet light like my shoes
People want my outsole
They're chasing rainbows
Slip 'em on and tie them up
You can see me riding up
Flexing my underglow
I'm on a kaleidescope

Come and sip these rhymes
One drop at a time
Nice and easy
You're never queasy
Got a sippy in one hand
Never any broken glass
I'm a Beastie Boy man
This monkey is made of brass

Light Up Shoes (feat. Joe Rollins)

All lyrics written by Skizzo.
All songs recorded, mixed, and mastered at Black Swan Audio.
Album art by The Omoikane.
Original Beat: 불한당 - "불한당가"

"White Korean Rapper" was all done at home with cheap products. "But I 못해" (translated to "But I Can't") was done at a studio with professional equipment. This mix tape is themed around being really bad at a lot of things: singing, dancing, productivity, drinking, among other things. I should probably include album introductions in that list.

My third mix tape will contain 100% original beats to represent a further step in my journey as an artist.

--

그만잠자 그만자봐
피곤한 밤 따위 금한다
잠시킨 잠약들 안먹었다
그나마 나아 그만잠자
이불 밑에 안나가? 나가 남자들
난방 같은 너의처리 취위타 뭐니
그만자 방 안 나간다
꿈을 꾸는잠이야
단 술 한잔 받을 난 망하지 않아
받고나 꽐라 난 하지 않어
숙취한 다음 날
하고싶었던 걸 할테니
일어나고
웬 당황같은 애가 집 키 숨은
곳 세지 어디지 가끔 깜빡
안보이는 킬 찾는 목소리
이웃들 목소리 두 분이
그만 찾아 봐라
문 못 잠글 자식아 봐
난 아무리 혼내 아들
너의 뺨을 때려
붙잡을 순간이 왔다
빨리 잠이 안 깨냐? 자는
넌 그만잠자 내가 한 그만자라는
소리가 그래 그만잠자 다시하면
넌 무한잠 너는 진짜 죽을래
그만잠자 일어나 야 그만잠자
흔들어 깨워 그만잠자
다시하면 넌 무한잠 너는 진짜
죽을래 그만잠자

그만잠자

This is the full version of Up & Up, fresh from the vault! It features a brand new verse and a breakdown before the third verse. Enjoy!

Up & Up FULL No Singing Mp3

After almost 3 years of dreaming, I have finally finished this. This is my favorite Seo Taiji song rewritten for an English audience.

Lyrics/rapper/singer: Skizzo
Mixing and mastering: Black Swan Audio
Recording: Lead Soul Music Academy
Original beat: Seo Taiji - Internet War (서태지 - 인터넷 전쟁)
Cover beat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufWKyIlR2AM

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1 2 3
False info spread by the fistful
All sinful make it stop wishful
All of you spreading nonsense
Go check your facts or get 'em from a .45 pistol
Natural right left wing fundie y'all
Gotta get a grip better yet get lip bit
Can't find any time for the mind that you
Try to provide falsified I hate your lies

What did they do wrong
What is your problem
It's gone on too long
It's war you've brought

1 2 3
Internet tough guys got strong words
Trying to act right but another got hurt
Anonymous or real name it
Doesn't matter what you use when you wanna taunt her
Leave them alone all they did was upload
Who cares what they say, think, or unload
Nazis follow Godwin's law when they're all in
Awe of the logic knowledge brought

Damaged mind in the chair
Corruption everywhere
Stressed, in your lair
Why waste your time losing your hair
Shut up before you're dropped
You think you're strong but you're not
Your weak ego will only rot
Predictable like a bot

You dirty rag
Shit in a bag

Virus, you'll never be human like us
Curse people out like a habit why must
You ruin other's lives when you know it's unjust
Go for fresh air get hit by a bus
Your abuse is no use
Hang from a short noose unloose
Less worth than a fresh wet brown deuce
Dropped by a bum off an old roof

Internet War (English Version)

Producer: MCMK
Lyrics: Skizzo
Rapper: Skizzo
Singer: Greg Priester
Mixing: MCMK
Mastering: Black Swan Audio

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Heading home
Heading home
Heading home
Time to clock out and go

Work is over drive my roller
Through the slow rush hour traffic
Waiting on the freeway I wish there weren't a delay
I'm hungry and I've just about had it

Spend all day in front of my desk
Gonna send Emails that are better than the rest
Got some papers finger gonna flip them
Spot my friend sipping water hang with him
Birthday cake I'm a victim
Celebrate paid on the system
Don't hate even if you won't miss them
Gotta work together it's the workplace wisdom
Clock hits 12 on the dot
Go to eat a grilled cheese melt on the spot
Bathroom trip brown backs on lock
I'm getting paid to drop, plop
9 to 5 we the full time workers
Suit and tie with a stain is worthless
No need to say what we 'bout
We here to clock out, proud

It's 5 o'clock gonna shut down
My chair is hot, gonna jump out
To the parking lot I got keys to my
Car engine gonna make it hum loud
Radio with the top 40 hits
Top down cause I'm blasting this, I'm the
King of the world, the king of the road
I roll with manual shift and power windows
Need an escape heading for my exit
Car in back cut em off and press it
Pedal to the metal gas invested
Wanna get home fast you guessed it
Work all day just to come back home Re-
Lax in my recliner my throne
I won the battle but the war ain't ended
Tomorrow morning got an Email send it

Clock Out (feat. Greg Priester)

Pen Eminem Apple Pen

Lyrics by: Skizzo
Production by: AWAL
Mixing and Mastering by: AWAL
As seen on Pump It Up Prime 2!

Hear more from AWAL here: https://soundcloud.com/awaltheawal

You can hear another collaboration between myself and AWAL by listening to Inchea from my Hippocampus EP. We have more songs coming!
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Welcome to the rave are you ready to be brave
You a dancing slave feel that rhythm til the grave

Hear the music humming feel the rhythm coming through the sub turn it up pump it up put your butt into it
Both your feet are thumping gonna hit em they be turning up burn it up jumping up put your rump into it
Step away and bump into another dancer, lock eyes show em that you be the master
Never stop moving if you gotta take a little break got the runs and you feel like the only one
So you gonna drill em, now he gonna feel it, now an M run so he never kill it
So fast next thing he know you vanish, next song we be stepping to the Spanish
Then it goes dark, followed by a flash, he under attack finish with Crash
Sweating enough to go fill up a lake, you took him out like a piece of a cake

Here we go again we got the speed to hit em with a rhythm in the middle of a jig I'm finna meet him in the middle with a bit of the Ritalin I'm maybe kiddin but I'm really drilling it I'm killing it I'm brilliant

You'll body him while stepping for the audience
Rank mode make him heavy with the potty pants
Freestyle you could win it with a shoddy dance
Finish up you finna be going home with a lot of cash

Welcome to Pump It Up
Don't matter if you tough or gruff
Our feet are rough enough
Can your legs keep up and up

Up & Up (Produced by AWAL)

This is a song that started as a joke but I decided to turn it into a full thing. It's just a simple tune about a game called Pokemon Duel. Don't expect anything spectacular from this one!

Beat credit goes to PegasYs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FuGQR4hNoZo

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Look out it's time for entry I'mma
Spin ya dizzy with a two times three
Ol' Mega Ray extreme with the speed
Throw down a dragon sphere give Dramps MP
Gold attack you can call me high roller
Altaria +20 bulldozer
I'm the king with my dragons on my side
I'mma go and take your goal but I got Fly
See me hit back with a ghost six pack
Banette on your tail spin a Curse then you miss man
Go ahead come and get a KO
Knock it off tell me where your plates go
Back back back it up dude
Mimikyu disguised so he gets an exclude
Call me Poli cause I'll take you for a Whirl Finna
Finish with a Fini no that ain't Defense Curl

Whew! Is it me or are we sweating?
Nevermind that's a chicken with a mega and a
Cyclone Kick! Make your body move smooth
Get Malevolent give my Houndoom room
Burn baby burn come on Ho-oh take a turn
Bring back Resh for another Duel sesh
Squirm baby squirm White Kyurem make ya learn
I'mma bring my best Mega Charizard X
Now we turn to the Ultra Beasts gotta
Guzzle up make em wait for me
Hold your breath til your Poipole
Spin blue where'd ya boy go
She used to call me on her Celesteela
On a Rendezvous
Poison coming Naganadel
He's gonna take all your plates too

Listen up cause it's getting real electric
Paralyze with a Thunder Charge epic
I go Ultra Instinct with my Xurkitree
Lightning in my face never phased never murdered me
Crack a coconut I'm a Tapu Koko nut
+30 on my turn you can suck my bofa nuts
Matter fact spin a Mele Mele Wish
Venusaur stomping with that mega mega ish
But what's a rap without some mac and cheese I'm talking
Squared attack with the Gothitelle steeze
Stufful with Swablu wave your arms please
When I'm on the Silver Moon I'm all UCs
Voltorb rocking with an MP3 Got an
Electrode yelling come and hit me
Combusken get hot I'll give him X Speed
He'll kick your weak spot like extra bird seed

Time to smoke some grass with Lurantis
Multiply my damage now I command this
Rowlet got the blues Dartrix got the white bread
Decidueye hoots when your damage in the high end
Tapu Bulu crew never knew we move too
Sceptile style how you like my Tail Missile
Mega forever my Shaymin is clever
My timer is never going any lesser
Speaking of megas I'll break it down in 7 ways
Send you to Venus and you'll be back in 7 days
Start a wild fire when you jump with mega Blaze
Teach you to go meteoric with double Rays
Bring it on back yo I got Amphy
3 2 1 we have blast off with Blasty
Sableye knows the kind of food that you hate
He's the chef you're the dinner on my plate

Pokemon Duel Rap

This is my first exclusive track for Beat Saber Arcade! Saber Cuts has been released as part of the August 2019 update. Big thanks to AWAL for producing this banger of a beat and SKONEC for making it a part of the game. Enjoy!

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[The copyright in this sound recording k is owned by SKONEC ENTERTAINMENT Co., Ltd.]

Warning: Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance, and broadcasting is prohibited.

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When I grab the mic I'm dynamite
Blowing up real high tonight
Like a bird I'm prime to fly
Way up I'mma ride the sky

Time to get ready with a two-hand grip my
Knees unlocked gotta do that dip
Step to the side got a wall to my right
Hooah slice to the boom bap hit
Slice of life is my style of rhyme
My brand of lines are a like a kind of pie
Key lime pecan they're dynamite
Get a bite of mine and try not to cry
Up down followed by a duck down then I gotta
Luck out with a speedy cut now
Buck wild to the sweet cut sound I'mma beat
Up clowns that're shaking it around
Perk up come listen to the tune
That'll fill your ears it'll kill the room Get
Worked up come wiggle to the groove
Gotta turn those gears and show me your moves

When I grab the mic I'm dynamite
Blowing up real high tonight
Like a bird I'm prime to fly
Way up I'mma ride the sky

Headset on time to play Beat Saber
Step to me you can't slay me hater
Get a high score you can play me later
I'll be Luke and you can be Vader
Kick punch block then a jump kick chop
Try to keep up when you hear the beat drop
Can you feel me now can you feel the tears
AWAL cutting sounds so they ripple in your ears
Move my arms to the rhythm of the beat try to
Cause no harm to the people watching me
I'm a master I rap faster
Than your pastor can get cash work
Can't step to the Skizzo When he rap just a little
Cause he slap to the rhythm Boom bap with a jiggle
Low key bad Tom Hiddleston is back come to fiddle
Don't be mad that I'm bigger than your last score pitiful

Saber Cuts (prod. AWAL)

This is an EP I put out a long time ago. It was originally for sale. Now it's free.

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