MZ Shaidu & Digiflow

My baby bro MZShaidu made this sick ass beat: https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/waves

I just rapped on it. Lyrics:

Livelihood ain't got much to do with it
Happiness bobs and weaves like a bouey at sea
I concede that it helps to be free
but the feelings of entrapment are real
I can only feel what I'm made to feel
I can only be as much as what I am
Call me what you will, review me as you see fit
I'll admit to any accusation
This vacation took a bitter turn, into better art
The truth in my heart is that I want to get a better start
I don't have much in the way of confidant
But there's no affront to the way that lyrics flow by font

Twenty beers may not yet be enough
Twenty waves might take me too far out
I don't wanna drown, but I wanna float here forever
Don't take me off the tether


Maybe I'm posing, or maybe I'm chosen
Maybe this ocean is truly frozen
I don't feel movement but I've travelled far
I don't feel motivated here at the start
I can't take the steps you advise
I can't take accurate account of life
I'm here deep off the trench off the shore
I barely know where I am anymore
You said swim, don't float along forever
I said please don't take me off the tether
I only truly fear sinking
I can't deal with the thinking
I only truly fear sinking
I can't deal with the thinking
I only truly fear sinking
I can't deal with the thinking

Waves (at Dawn)

The version that god (Jess) intended. FUCK YEAH!! Me and Endless Jess rapped over this kickass MZShaidu beat!! Expect a mixtape some time!! Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Digibro]
I chase release, sixteen bottles deep
in some weak shit, my peak shit dried out
always night out when I look
I'm still too lazy to cook
Nowhere else open at night
So I stay after that light
Wawa subs, takin that bite
cigarettes gettin' that light
ate again, drivin there twice
I don't like none of they food
fuck am I s'posed'ta do?
no one else awake here so I stay jackin' my dude
gettin' in fights online
wastin' my fucking time
tryin ta fuck with this wine but now my tolerance is too high
rhymes becoming off-time
wrapping thoughts up in tight little rice balls to eat up and spit out
at people who pass by my house on the sidewalk
you balk at my face, mother fucker, I'm carving your eyes out
you don't know who you're dealing with, I'm a man with his mind out of
control -- don't know what I'm prone to do at this hour
my skin has gone sour and bruised,
I'm rotten through

[Verse 2: Endless Jess]
come to on the floor
in a pile of trash and piss shit stained drawers
I'm a hot mess hoarder, the lord of disorder
calorie absorber, performer, a camcorder
and I’m bored, another symptom to record
in the pit, the only hole i fit anymore
until i stick more whores 
with my thick pork sword
i got ticks on my dick getting sick and engorged
i used to dream of how i’d be when i was grown
picture me with a 6 pack, not the kind that foams
now i live alone, never shower, i live in squalor
blocking out the sun so i never know the day or hour
and my teeth all yellow, gums receding, 
gingivitis, cut myself eating now I’m bleeding
while i’m beating up the mic
and i’ll take another bite
of the burger that i dropped in the trash last night

[Verse 3: Digibro]
Fast food on my mothafuckin' breath
Wine spilled on my mothafuckin' chest
I'm drunker than my rhymes are good
my wordplay's bored, I torn between asinine and scorned
I'm fine from four till dawn
But wronged from six PM to one
I'm no fun and no body cares what I've become
Or how I've run so far from the sun
- my body is fucking falling apart
- fat and gross and weird and fucked up
My beard looks like a rapist
My shape is amorphous
- I don't know what I enjoy
There must be, please, I hope, a point to all this
Somewhere along the line when looking at the time
Stopped meaning anything my mental state became in constant flux
I've got six thousand bucks and don't know what I want to own
I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown

ROTTEN (ft. Endless Jess) [Prod. MZShaidu]

Another rap over a sick MZShaidu beat. Expect an album some time soonish.

Lyrics:
I would love to save the world, but I know everything dies
We know the cycle never ends, but we continue to try
If I miss the singularity within my life, I'm fucked
Gettin' cucked by the universe
What if I pull a Sing About Me and get shot by the end of the verse?
The real curse is not knowing
Yet feeling the need for a goal towards which to continue growing
and never slowing even when it hurts
I'm reimbursed for my effort with a fat coin purse
but the years I've burned past I can't reverse
all the hoops I've jumped through to avoid the hearse
make the thought that I'm wasting my time so much worse
and what's worse than that?
knowing that I'm dying even as I rap
I get immersed to avoid the facts
mortality: I just can't admit to that
cause what's worse than that?
knowing that I'm dying even as I rap
I get immersed to avoid the facts
mortality: I just can't admit to that
cause what could be worse than that?


the final boss of our lives is death itself
fighting temporary threats only barely helps
if we can't pull the ghost from the shell, we won't survive
and we've only got so much time
I put my lime in my coconut so I can chill
pretending this ain't real, just so I can deal
if the world ends with me, then at least I made it
I'll watch the sky burn from the backyard, faded

(I'm)mortal

Title track/opener for the upcoming album. Prod. MZShaidu: https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu

Lyrics:

I hit bedrock in my bedroom
playin' new Doom with Aesop Rock and MF Doom
and a shroom sandwich--not psychedelic, but delicious
got no bitches--no women either, for that matter
I'm higher on scattered thoughts than most get on batter and pipes
I make a living off my list of gripes
I've got no game, no life, and plenty of cash from passion
the type to look at myself and start laughin'

'cause I'm holed up in my room
crankin' up the sub so the bass go boom
youtube surfin' on the couch with a box of goon
and just too much time, not enough to do

Nothin' in life will ever live up to Demon's Souls,
MC Ride, Endless Jess, and Nobue Itou
I eat so much stress, my beard grows quicker
I'm ten pounds thicker from my facebook picture
Had a published auto-bio when I printed out my twitter
I've never read a book that wasn't with me on the shitter
I'm bitter over every bad comment that I've gotten
but unassailably self-confident since writing Rotten

and I'm holed up in my room
crankin' up the sub so the bass go boom
youtube surfin' on the couch with a box of goon
and just too much time, not enough to do

Bedroom Bedrock

Beat by MZShaidu: https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/fresh-summer-breass

Lyrics:
the broadcast news is all subjective
the truth ain't there, you can't protect it
I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch
I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit

all the best shit in life comes from you and I
from mankind, when they ain't fuckin' around
or stuck on the ground, or straight fuckin' it up
when they layin' great stuff in the cut, and gettin' the bucks
I go to see 'em sometimes
with a fat wallet I don't need a disguise
don't mention politics or the bad guys,
the high concepts, or the truth unrealized
look 'em in the eyes
I don't hate all of ya'll fuckers
but some of ya'll mothers got a need to get smothered
but I can set aside my druthers
for a waffle, and some chicken, and a lil' honey mustard--matter fact
let me live at IHOP
and eat gross tenders 'till my fuckin heart stop
set up a lil' booth where I can record my hip-hop
and drop in random patrons for podcast interviews

the broadcast news is all subjective
the truth ain't there, you can't protect it
I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch
I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit

My plate's legit completely full
with fat raps to eat and sick shit to pull
and thick chords to play, while I don't get no play
'cause I ain't got all day to swipe left on bitches
--that's inauthentic, but how I roll
I only pay attention when the dinner rolls come out, no doubt--
I like people for the art and food
and if I seem rude, that's cause I don't know ya, dude

the broadcast news is all subjective
the truth ain't there, you can't protect it
I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch
I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit

Humans Are Okay

Another track from Bedroom Bedrock, which may be coming soon?! Beat by MZShaidu as usual: https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/morroco

Lyrics:
Be yourself,  just as long you is just like me
Follow the rules, but don't give into society
We can be friends, just as long as you don't disagree with me
'Cause I know what's right, objectively

It's fine if you like me, but I don't identify as likable,
attractive, or good, by my own standard
I don't pander to those who would slander
my style or collect from my piles of grandeur
I get all the respect that I need from myself
So feel free to leave my disk on the shelf
I got no desires to stoke your fires
I'm not K.Dot nor am I Desiigner
I'm right on the fringe of acceptable and cringe
I make money on the fact that I anime binge
I'm unhinged, no one likes to admit when I'm right
cause I don't represent any side in their fight
and I'm white, but I rap like a motherfucka
while still livin' in the burbs with my parents and my brothas
playin' covers of songs that nobody respects
'cause there's not a single person whom I need to impress
money's all that I stress, and I ain't been depressed in a while
but my violence gets hard to suppress
when fuccbois mistake my patience for a test
and get flexed on harder than they ever expect
now look, this attitude is made of influence
and it would take a lot more than a minute to get into it
and I don't mind comparisons even if they're embarrassing
but I ain't sharing everything so don't think that know all about me
see we as human beings have the thing called empathy
that let's us perceive what others see without being where they been
so when I hear another man singin' stories of his sin
it don't mean that I know him, but I get the things he's sayin'
and that's why I grew up cultural appropriation
on every TV network and radio station
and all that culture is mine now
define me how you like but don't expect me to kowtow

Actualize

Aw shit! Another finished song from Bedroom Bedrock! A racy track featuring a badass guest verse from https://soundcloud.com/ninouh ! Get it while it's FIRE! Beat by https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu as usual! Lyrics below!

[Digibro]
can't be on a mic, say you don't bite flow
what you know ain't a packaged with your soul
that baggage come and go, from the pink tube to the black hole
rap gold ain't a nigga birthright, it's the iron throne
what you condone is of no consequence
your sense of righteousness essentially irrelevent
I sent the message I intended, defended
my mind that you thought you upended, my friend it's
essential, to be only me, that's myself
concerned with my wealth and with my mental health
so what did they call me in school? let me help
it might start with an n, right, wait, holy hell
I nearly forgot that I'm white so
lemme not say nigga when I sing along to a rap song
cause that would be racist - segragate the langauge
forget my indentity, let's all save faces
fuck that - buck that trend like the bull that it is
save the white guilt for the kids 
in the burbs never heard of a word like "trap" 
or been schooled in the bap 'cause they think it's for blacks
we stand on the cultural backs of our parents
a swirling milkshake of our heritage
that I drink down, for the powers of those before
imbued with the fire by which future I forge

[Ninouh]
It’s not a throne it’s a hot seat.
And Chucky D Was keeping it warm.
He got up to dust his shoes
In no time a bunch of other niggas changed up the form.
Sound of the hood and the streets
Used to rebel and release
Years of abuse from police
Captured on vinyl cds
Music from a whole generation
Was penetrating and changed minds of all different races.
All these fuckers like to talk about their figures
Proud of how they’re getting bigger
When they never stop to give a thought
Measure every listener with melanin
Then see the number jettisoned when compared with the records bought
So if you’re mad about the people saying things that YOU WROTE DOWN
Well you’re looking at this business wrong.
Don’t be a nigga writing nigga if some niggas who ain’t niggas ain’t the niggas who can sing along.
Did you get that, do you peep this, do you understand?
Did you really need this nobody from London Town
To spell it out with common sense, well all you punks should hang
If it was up to Black and Platinum there would be no debate
It’s either everybody stops or we just live with this fate
There’s no underlying message of subliminal hate
Don’t respond with segregation when you opened the gates
 
It’s Nine Oh

White Nigga (ft. Ninouh)

One of the final tracks from Bedroom Bedrock! Over this insane beat by https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu ! Lyrics:

We bout to go harder than ever before
Action on every floor
Angles degrees flows, and pros
spittin' prose over pages
the stage is set, so place your bets
On whether we can keep this wet
Outta the bedroom, up from the bedrock
We'll rock the stock sounds outta ya head, flock to
My crib for the assist
If you wanna be a part of something bigger than this
Mothafucka it's lit!

What I spit pull about as much in a month
as what I was worth in Rotten
and gotten more responsibilities attached
to the fact that I got people relying on that
so now there's no lookin' back
I can't act like a goddamn child
feeling mild about my talents--gettin' wild, not givin' up
gotta flex nuts just to stay in the game
when shit gets complicated gotta tame the strange
Gotta stay deranged
And spread the flames to every house
Of every fuckin' challenger who tries to open they mouth
Light it right under they ass if they been sittin around
Call 'em out if they think they get cred for bein underground
if you ain't makin' a sound, then you ain't really a voice
if you shout loud enough then listening stops being a choice
get 'em poppin to that shit in ways they never expect
and I bet they'll say that we is the best

We bout to go harder than ever before
Action on every floor
Angles degrees flows, and pros
spittin' prose over pages
the stage is set, so place your bets
On whether we can keep this wet
Outta the bedroom, up from the bedrock
We'll rock the stock sounds outta ya head, flock to
My crib for the assist
If you wanna be a part of something bigger than this
Mothafucka it's lit!

I've critically hit my stride
I've bit so hard my opponents just died
Lookin' for a pulse like "mothafucka you alive?"
I need some kinda challenger to be my next high
That I can surpass--so get off your ass
I've passed so many I might be the best guy
I can't even see the ground here at this height
Could slip down halfway, still be alright
but I ain't trippin' yet
still givin' it my best
got too much of my soul left yet to invest
If nothing else can best me, I'll do it to myself
promote neverending growth of my health and wealth
and hope that I never croak early or fall to hell
like a shellfish, I'm gonna live forever
and keep getting better--I'll spiral out, keep going
and flowing like you've never even heard or thought of knowing

We bout to go harder than ever before
Action on every floor
Angles degrees flows, and pros
spittin' prose over pages
the stage is set, so place your bets
On whether we can keep this wet
Outta the bedroom, up from the bedrock
We'll rock the stock sounds outta ya head, flock to
My crib for the assist
If you wanna be a part of something bigger than this
Mothafucka it's lit!

FINAL STRETCH

Bedroom Bedrock is nearly complete!! Here's one of the final tracks, featuring the monstrous talents of Endless Jess! https://soundcloud.com/endlessjess And also of course https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu Lyrics will be on bandcamp release.

Get Action!

This is it! The last track for Bedroom Bedrock to be released on here! Playlist soon! Once more featuring the monstrous talents of Endless Jess! https://soundcloud.com/endlessjess And also of course https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu Lyrics:

[Endless Jess]

people look at me the way they look at something sad
like a one legged charles dickens orphan with no dad
well i might be itty but i sure don’t need your pity
sticking to my guns hip hopping on the run
adversity don’t hurt me cause it only makes me stranger
i draw my power from the scars of every failure
swivel chair sailor, outlaw savior
miner for a heart of gold always hitting paydirt
el dorado, 2 hot desperados, 
we lie cheat and steal like we’re eddie and chavo
a loveable rascal, another fiasco
im scheming like keenan, aaah here goes
on nick ni nick ni nick
you can lick lick lick lick lick lick my dick

Underestimated by the born winners
but I’m burning you sinners, a fire spittin lord of cinder. 

[Digibro]

DAMN, half of all my favorite shit on this track!
If I can live up to that, then maybe tackle this fat
and stop stressin' all the tax on my stacks, I'd feel great
I can't wait to be full enough to push aside a plate
I may never be cool enough to look you in the face
But I'm just past schooled enough to put you in your place
No debate, my greatness ain't up for contest
I don't need to flex, bitch, I write my own tests
And I pass with no sweat, I suit myself
Monkey up, struttin', nothin' could pollute my wealth
Of good vibes, and fun times, and feelin' fresh
Spittin' rhymes and changin' minds, like Endless Jess
Not impressed? Categorically attracted to a fault
To the ideal of a rapper hittin' 80 by default?
Hold the salt, I don't need it baby, I'll get out and walk
I'm a giant, get your jack-ass off my beanstalk

Failure (We Make It Look Cool)

Beat by MZShaidu: https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/almost-nothing
Possibly from our next album, possibly called Above the Earth, Haunted.

Lyrics:

(The tao states that for somethingness to be there must be nothingness)

I reside 'tween the blurred lines, undefined
what's a sign, and what's in my mind?
buried in wives and casks of wine
loving the lie in which everything's fine
A nihilistic nightmare I've crafted
clinging to my self-satisfaction
but not feeling anything outside my passions
my soul's drifting out of my gaping mouth
breakneck powerwalking what I think's my route

Dad used to joke I'd replaced my heart with a second brain
I think that other one may not have been sane
I been strange so long the range of emotions I express
Are from "suck my dick" to "fuck my ass"
Beligerance and obstinance
Intolerance and abstinance
My last defense, your honor, is at least I can feel happiness
But only insofar as I'm not pissed
About the surrounding apocalypse

In a world where the only thing you gotta cling to is the authority of a greater being
Who can see things you can see and define your morality, making life easy
-er than it would be if you had nothing but a black void coming when your dead
Get your head on straight, because if you can't relate, then your fate is
Lookin' like a crazy fuck
When you don't believe in luck and karma, other mothafuckas wanna harm ya logic
They don't like it when your honest, when you're a challenge
To what gives them balance

Fall back on your talents, tip those scales in your favor
Become your own savior, as long as you can savor your time without losing your mind
and blowin' it out--foregoing that route though I doubt it matters
If you'd rather be nothing how could I stop you?
I'm not you, I'm alive--fulfilled--spilled out onto found tracks instead of the ground
I'm something somehow, and I have doubts about how I got here having been profound

Almost Nothing

Rap metal ain't dead until I say so. The beat for this is just a heavily distorted and looped version of the intro to Cry of the Black Birds by Amon Amarth. I was listening to it for the first time in a while, and realized that it sounded kinda like a trap beat in metal form, so I made it into one with my nonexistent audio editing skills. Lyrics followed from the tone of the song.

Lyrics:

We on that ragnarok shit
Everyone convinced that the future's a bitch
Ready to flinch at the clap of a hand
Like the sound of the bomb that's erasing the land

The orange man tweets just like Loki
While phony-ass fears play so damn hokey
You gotta be joking -- and maybe you are
The signal got lost when we all tore apart
It's noisey, you have to yell it's so loud
Incoherently overpowering all the of crowds
With gibberish sounds that carry more distance
Messages of ever increasing complete tonal dissonance
And this is why the loudness war rages on
Normalize the track till the nuance is gone
Soak it all in reverb and play like depth is
Just as much sound as you can possibly pack in
Pan it all to the left or right 100%
And never ever ever try to relent
Represent your labels and scream out loud
To drown out the sound of all the bombs comin' down

We on that ragnarok shit
Everyone convinced that the future's a bitch
Ready to flinch at the clap of a hand
Like the sound of the bomb that's erasing the land

The end of the world is an art piece
The trope is the starving, the hopes and the fears are retarding
We're perpartually starting
Reapplying the glue, but it's not quite hardening
And where is the future? We were promised jetpacks once
Mile high cars, they were more than a hunch
Cling as I do to the forty-year hump
To get over, hoping I won't need a lunch to sustain
A brain in a jar, as they say
But I can't see a way through the culture's haze
Malaise in the bones of the young
Hamstrung by the set in their ways other ones
Sound dumb, but it's true; nobody knows what to do
But sit on our asses and hope we get through
I ain't holdin' my breath, though
Till' the fat lady sings, I ain't willin' to let go

We on that ragnarok shit
Everyone convinced that the future's a bitch
Ready to flinch at the clap of a hand
Like the sound of the bomb that's erasing the land

On That Ragnarok Shit

So I was fucking around with the instrumentals that @frankjavcee released for his remix project, and I turned the 1985 instrumental into this glitch thing. It kinda reminded me of a Cities Aviv beat, so I made a really misguided attempt to mimic a Cities Aviv flow on it (and then a Lil Ugly Mane kind of thing at the very end). Anyways it's not very good and was slapped together fast, but I figured I'm post it For the Memes.

Fragment

I know Above the Earth, Haunted isn't even finished yet, but when I heard this amazing beat by MZShaidu https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/dark-beat I immediately jumped on it, and what I wrote felt like it belonged on my promised next project, "Gay and Dead." I really like it!

Lyrics:

Please do not speak to me between 3 and 8 AM
I can't relate to you humans
On any terms but my own
Defined by my lifestyle and how I've grown
I gladly postpone my meetings with the daylight
So I can fight my demons by the moonlight
I might be a sailor scout, but not quite Tha Coolest Guy
You try to define me and find me shy;
But not from self-destruction
Pressing that button, that is my limited function

I couldn't be any gayer and deader if I tried
Sucking dick and committing suicide
I have no pride, no shame, and no scruples
Tho I don't hide, don't Bane-post, or shoot schools
Just eat noodles, and say nigga more than anyone else
I have no good excuses for myself
I am not what you wanted to hear
Unless your whole world's gotten too fuckin' weird:
That's when I will appear
And tell you it's all fucked
Just give it all up and come play in the muck
That I'm draggin' on up from the sewers and sprayin'
All over on everyone--yuck!

I'm kinda like a superhero, with all the powers of Brother Nero
Got that broken brilliance; once you die inside then it all starts to make sense.

Broken Brilliance [Prod. MZShaidu]

Loved this beat by my buddy @blindskywatcher so of course I had to rap and sing on it. Lyrics below!

Please don't tell me this is paradise
I've been dreaming something much more nice
If this is all there is then why fight?
Please don't say your endgame is my life
It's not right

Caveat Emptor to all who admire me
I know I'd fire me if I had ever hired me
And I mean by firing squad, I'm gayer than god
And deserve to be deader than a dorknob
Fat slob, but I quit smokin'
So I won't be chokin' on anything other than dick for a while
Never been in style
Stayed actin' like somethin' of a prick, and it's riled up
Some punks who act like I stabbed someone
Just cause I gave a 1 to their favorite show
Do you even know what is an opinion?
Objectivity doesn't exist, I told you a million times
There is no rule to rhyme, no design
Only what you decide that you like at this time
And I hate myself
So don't emulate me unless your better with self-help

Paradise (In Name Only)[Prod. blindskywatcher]

So I rapped over the full-length ED to Stella no Mahou, because I couldn't stop listening to it and thinking I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't rap over it. There was no instrumental version, so I just kinda worked around the sparse vocals that were there. The lyrics are directly inspired by the show itself and the attitudes of the characters. I wrote it in a way that I would probably talk to a bunch of teenaged artists who are just starting to get good if I wanted to give them a pep talk (which is why it sounds like a Linkin Park song... well, more than usual).

Lyrics:

Young hearts full of art and worry
You don't need to hurry--but you must continue
Do not let the message within you fall on deaf ears
Keep your hands moving 'till the truth appears

You will not be forgotten
Even if you grow rotten through, you still have a truth to speak to
And those who need you to be proof
That they too can still move and make something new

Young hearts full of art and worry
You don't need to hurry--but you must continue
Do not let the message within you fall on deaf ears
Keep your hands moving 'till the truth appears

This is only the start
Of something which never ends or gets less hard
Yet every part will be worth it in moments
When you look back and see how much you've grown into who you are

And the memories blot each page
Demarcations of the ways you've aged
Not all of which you wanted to see
But without each of which you could not be
And even as your heart breaks
Taking tallies of all of the mistakes
You can say, at the very least
You weren't afraid to try and make something

Young hearts full of art and worry
You don't need to hurry--but you must continue
Do not let the message within you fall on deaf ears
Keep your hands moving 'till the truth appears
Embrace the fears and scream them
If the tears are fake, then make me believe them
If the pain is real, inflict it on me
So I can see the world for what it should be

If you can't believe in yourself, then believe in me
Who believes in you, until the day that you can too
And if you need proof that someone needs you
Flood the world with your words 'till the signal cuts back through
And never stop or you will never know
'Cause you cannot grow if you throw in the towel and go home
You must hammer it down to the bone
"This is what I am, and I will be known!"

Young hearts full of art and worry
You don't need to hurry--but you must continue
Do not let the message within you fall on deaf ears
Keep your hands moving 'till the truth appears

For Stella the Magic

The other day I was drunk and messing around and made that really shitty freestyle called An Attempt Was Made using the tail end of @MZShaidu's song, https://soundcloud.com/mzshaidu/sustenance-fallen-to-pieces
Because of how I released it right before Paradise (In Name Only), whenever I listened to that song it would segue right into the freestyle, and the transition was just so perfect that I wanted to have the same thing happen on the album--meaning this had to become and album track. So here it is with actual effort put into the lyrics!
I constructed the theme of this track while walking home from Arby's drunk at 10AM.

Lyrics:

I drank half a case of Tecate
So I could get sloppy enough to do my job properly
I'm probably the only psychopath who works this constantly
But I don't know how else to be, and nobody is stopping me
I get frustrated, stating that I hate it
But still getting berated and told I am overrated
Well I guess fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you
I don't need you to tell me what I can't do
I'm the king of the jungle, I run this zoo
Now get out of my cage or I'll start slingin' poo

Pee Yoo that's a stank ass rhyme
Yes I know I'm cringe, that is by design
I don't hide from my feelings
I'm no good at dealing with
My self-image, so I stay fringe-scrimaged twenty-four-seven
I need one of those Frankenstein girls from the seven-eleven
Who stays up all night and knows the right way to heaven
And I'm quite alright if she is less than a seven
Just as long as her taste ain't shit

Yeah that ain't no bit
The last chick I was with made me sit through some bullshit
And I am legit an elitist prick
Who won't stick my dick in no idiots
Unless they live in convenient driving distance
My sex life is not a thriving business
Probably because I have such ire
For every single person aged zero or higher

I admire not heroes but an hero
My life is a scene from Apocalypse Zero
My strife is obscene and is not endearing
When I sing, people scream, and demand that I go
Believe me like you don't even know
How much I wouldn't be here if could just throw
All my stuff in a bag and be on the road
To the edge of the earth, and jump in a black hole

Kill me

Fallen To Pieces [Prod. MZShaidu]

Remember that dope ass song I made on that @blindskywatcher beat? Well, now it's even MORE DOPE with a verse from @endlessjess !

Lyrics:

[Digibro]
Please don't tell me this is paradise
I've been dreaming something much more nice
If this is all there is then why fight?
Please don't say your endgame is my life
It's not right

Caveat Emptor to all who admire me
I know I'd fire me if I had ever hired me
And I mean by firing squad, I'm gayer than god
And deserve to be deader than a dorknob
Fat slob, but I quit smokin'
So I won't be chokin' on anything other than dick for a while
Never been in style
Stayed actin' like somethin' of a prick, and it's riled up
Some punks who act like I stabbed someone
Just cause I gave a 1 to their favorite show
Do you even know what is an opinion?
Objectivity doesn't exist, I told you a million times
There is no rule to rhyme, no design
Only what you decide that you like at this time
And I hate myself
So don't emulate me unless your better with self-help

[Endless Jess]
a trillion fans ain’t worth a damn, 
they ain’t worth one friend i can call “my man”
ambition is living how others won’t for a vision and a mission getting what others don’t, 
but that’s missing the mark
giving every spark makes your heart dark 
ambition is a prison, not a walk in the park

i’ve had best friends tell me that they envy me, 
and look with jealousy like I’m the enemy

like I’m a rival, 
but man you aint a rival to me, 
I’m feiviel, my survival through miles of trials would be tragedy
if not for the fact that I’m getting back to my family
nothing else helps so it’s hell to have you mad at me

cause I’m broken, i don’t know how long its been
since i’ve seen the sun or filled my lungs with oxygen

i’m too far gone, i’d take norminess over this
gotta check the pulse in my wrist just to know i exist

MZ Shaidu & Digiflow

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