Past (prod. by Yogic Beats)

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

Welcome 2 The New Era!
14 tracks tackling beats inspired by generational hits, in my signature Rexquisite style.
Enjoy!'
(Prods in title)

LOSS

Josh