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HOMiCiDE FELONYS -CRiPTiC

In a theater where colors paint the air,
Gowns stitched from starlight's glare.
Movements orchestrated by a silent hymn,
Steps floating on the threshold of the dim.
Masks waltz with the embrace of twilight,
And quietude pens secrets in soft daylight.
In the invisible tapestry the soul does weave,
Desires and outlines seamlessly interleave.

We are notes in a boundless symphony,
Figures drifting where time sets us free.
Each word, a stroke on the present's tapestry,
In the masterpiece of time that sings endlessly.
Amidst standing ovations and the stage's embrace,
Identity unfurls in veils of lace.

Beneath drapes exhaling vivid tones,
We shift like dreams where the unknown roams.
Practice melts into presence profound,
Roles dissolve where essence is found.
Each step etches an unseen design,
The stage captures the heart's refine.
Between the act and the being, a silver line,
Where self and other in unity align.

Old scenes breathe with scents of yesterday,
The play renews, ever in array.
And the body, in constant transformation,
Composes harmonies beyond explanation.
Each act, a draft that dances with ease,
In the choreography that the spirit frees.

Choreography

In The End

MIRROR MAN

LOSS



[Hook]

Sometimes my bands be hetero and they look like me,

Brown,

Get loans up in a ghost town,

Where the bullet don’t make no sound,



[Verse]

Take a feast,

At my fucking pay,

On my magic trip,

Like oh my gosh,

Ima need a fade,

Off the fucking grid,

Like fuck a job,

I’m into finer things,

I get what’s happening,

Cause I’m a boss,

I go hard in the pain,

Amongst the savages like holocaust,

I just got the big boy chain,

Get to snatching I’m leaving niggas lost,

They claiming she so sain,

Get to slapping bitch niggas lost,



[Hook]

Sometimes my bands be hetero and they look like me,

Brown,

Get loans up in a ghost town,

Where the bullet don’t make no sound,



[FREESTYLE]

LOSS

Whatcuu Thought

"Back Down to Earth" is the second studio project by Levi Deiter and Nathan Schultz, featuring several other artists like Brody Wachter, Safire, The Real Weapon X, BXNNXTT, Nemo Caine, Christian Archibald, Sonshine, Ghost Writer, D.E.A.F., Chimko, and Jake Stagg. The album took two years to make, and the team went through many songs to create the final product, putting their best effort into it to surpass their previous album, "Peace to this Planet." Unlike the previous album, this project has many features, and the team made sure to include all their main collaborators in it.




Hit My Line

I cut the chain I cut the chain I cut the chain
I cut the chain I cut the chain I cut the chain
I cut the chain I cut the chain I cut the chain

They claim control but hollow
only loud talk
first step gets checked hard
cross the line you get dropped out
They claim control but hollow
only loud talk
first step gets checked hard
cross the line you get dropped out
They claim control but hollow
only loud talk
first step gets checked hard
cross the line you get dropped out
They claim control but hollow
only loud talk
first move gets checked hard
cross that line I drop you out

Plenty hands raised but none hold weight
talk loud daily still fold at gates
I grew up quiet in rooms with scars
learned how silence bends the bars
Old rules whisper inside the walls
passed down anger like heirloom calls
I burned that script in a metal sink
watched family ghosts start losing links

What’s the truth now
it’s the one nobody brags about
pride kept locked in rooms
where fists learned how to speak
I stepped out clean

They claim control but hollow
only loud talk
first step gets checked hard
cross the line you get dropped out

They claim control but hollow
only loud talk
first step gets checked hard
cross the line you get dropped out

Pressure hums low in my rib cage
same old fight in a new stage
I chose the cut not the crown
ended the loop right here right now

Hunger taught me how cycles breathe
feeding pain keeps the lock still keyed
I don’t heal wounds by acting savage
I starve revenge till it loses damage

They claim control but hollow
only loud talk
first step gets checked hard
cross the line you get dropped out
They claim control but hollow
only loud talk
first step gets checked hard
cross the line you get dropped out
They claim control but hollow
only loud talk
first move gets checked hard
cross that line I drop you out

I watched women hold what men destroyed
still smile soft in a poisoned void
I cut the link I keep it clean
end it here

Parents listen patterns speak
what you excuse is what they keep
I take the weight that was not mine
just to break the bloodline spine

These cycles these cycles these cycles
these cycles these cycles these cycles
they never ruled nothing but fear

LOSS

Josh

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