bro can freestyle holy shit this is tough

Puppet freestyle, such an interesting name for a track. Backing almost jazzy, vocal flows companionably. A laid back musical style of singing, which goes really well here.

top ten chillest things
prod me

if you think the cover changed, it didnt. you just got mandella effected

a lot

guitar and lyrics by me <3
additional prod. + trumpet by @dramatrial
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i'll take all the steel that i left in my bag 
but nothing feels real so i'll take a step back 
and i'll build me a rocket and fly far away 
but no one's impressed, i've got nothing to say 
i left for the evening, and hoped for the best 
but everything's heavy, this weight on my chest 
yeah it's holding me down and i can't lift it up
now everyone's off and i feel like i'm stuck on the moon

ad astra

underscores ⏤ northwest zombie girl (nightcore version)

song w/ @koro4 :3
new drop hope yall enjoy hehe
self prod 
cover art by @sprtndlx
me

we gon send them clips
we gon send them clips
we gon send them clips yuh
we gon send them clips yuh x2

bullets through his dome yeah we gon split his brain
spill his fucking brain yeah spill his fucking brain
spill his brains up on the seats 
brains up on the seat yknow how we roll
Black out MCX its no problem
PVS 42's we gon solve him
lights out lucks out we gon cut his head off
better not make a sound bitch we wont be fucking soft

koro:

boy come fuck around, new pack, get rolled up
arps, m16, let his blood rush
who can kill me bro? who gonna kill me woah
who can kill me bro? who gonna kill me woah
counting up the cash bih, counting up the bucks
dat hoe doin to much, im not tryna fuck
who can kill me bro? who gonna kill me woah
who can kill me bro? who gonna kill me woah

fuck these hoes, i don't do no dates
i keep my circle tight i might suffocate
take one look at yo team, they all wolves, they fake
 pop another x bih im feelin great

they can't afford this flow, up the rate yeah
break the bank yeah
swerveing lanes ah
me and v1x3n toteing poles
thats aimin for ur brains yeah
glock with a tail no bang
that boi tryna test my range yeah

me:

we gon send them clips
we gon send them clips
we gon send them clips yuh
we gon send them clips yuh x2

Clips w/Koro

@angelworm

walkin thru the halls
walk thru myself
u can save me
u dont kno my story or my life 
u cant hate me
i look thru myself
i dont need no one else
u cant ever tell
n i cant say that i need help
idk why u hate me
i js do myself
till im gone n u cant save me
i can’t be no one else
i been out of it lately
u cant ever tell
pull up w them shells
we gon send em straight 2 hell

No one else w/ angelworm

1/5.....a remix over tyler the creator's puppet from igor

lyrics + additional prod. - lightt

said im running, said im falling, said im running

said im falling in love (2x)

said im fallin in love
calling help from above
hope for seconds to spare
but i cannot get up
love twistin my mind
from every direction 
its shiftin my values
forget whats important 
im your puppet for life
need you in my time
need you by my side
need you in my life

i do so much for love but i cant get it back
sayin its all worth the risks, but i keep losing track
on how much time i spent on you, im never getting back
feeding for delusions, cant come to conclusions

i only want you nobody else
fillin that void, nobody else 
(said im falling)
said im falling in love (4x)

puppet freestyle

silly demo made cos nostalgia

chorus
its the shoulds and the shouldnts
yes i could but i couldnt
so much pressure on me
like im choking thru my teeth

and it bites when i break a rule
do things that just aint cool
look at my crafty little lies
and now u think i have a life

verse
when can i tell u
ive lost my part
in this self-fulfilling world
against me they've won
6 long weeks
touching the dust
an unused hand-me-down
these strings become rust

you're all too fast
im drifting apart
all of ur new friends
am i lonely enough?
legacy character
an afterthought
social wallpaper
yea im boutta rot
im boutta rot

back2chorus

pressure

Sex time sex time.

high tide prod 999ines

Story of The Buffalo Soldiers

(Verse 1)
Dust devils dancin on the Huachuca plain,
Post-Civil ashes, chains broke but the pain remains.
Freed men forged in fire, 9th and 10th ride the line,
24th, 25th marchin through the devils spine.
Sierra Vista whispers, only fort that held em all,
From Reconstruction ghosts to the borders bitter call.
Sabers scarred from skirmishes with Apaches in the night,
Guardin stagecoaches loaded with white folks fright.
They called us Buffalo, thick-skinned, horns locked in fight,
But the stars on our shoulders weighed heavy as the slights.  (Chorus)
Oh, Buffalo Soldiers, ridin dark through the canyons maw,
Blood on the bridle, echoes of the lynch mobs law.
Fort Huachucas shadow, Sierras haunted ground,
We patrolled the frontier where the lost souls are found.
Henry Jones in the park, statue cracked by the years,
Museum walls weepin with the weight of our tears.
Dark country thunder, boom bap in the grave,
Heroes buried in the badlands, no parade, just the rave.  (Verse 2)
Spanish-American fever, shipped to Cubas hellish shore,
San Juan Hill stormin, bullets beggin for more.
Yellow fever fevers, dysenterys dirty kiss,
We charged for the flag that once sold us for this.
Back to the border, Mexicos ghost in the wire,
Smugglers and specters, razor dreams in the fire.
Patrols under moonlight, coyotes howlin our names,
Racisms rifle aimed from the barracks cold frames.
Officers orders, Boy, shine these spurs clean,
While we dreamed of the Delta, cotton fields turnin green.
But the desert dont care, it swallows the sin,
Buffalo bones bleachin where the wild winds begin.  (Chorus)
Oh, Buffalo Soldiers, ridin dark through the canyons maw,
Blood on the bridle, echoes of the lynch mobs law.
Fort Huachucas shadow, Sierras haunted ground,
We patrolled the frontier where the lost souls are found.
Henry Jones in the park, statue cracked by the years,
Museum walls weepin with the weight of our tears.
Dark country thunder, boom bap in the grave,
Heroes buried in the badlands, no parade, just the rave.  (Verse 3)
World War shadows creepin, from 17 to the end,
Tanks and trenches callin, but the Jim Crow dont bend.
We built the codebreakers code, signals in the sand,
While the homefront hanged us in effigy by their hand.
Henry Jones retired, boots worn to the bone,
Park named in his honor, but the thorns overgrown.
Sierra Vista stands tall on our sweat-soaked clay,
But the ghosts in the gallery got nothin to say.
Four regiments fury, etched in the canyons scar,
Forgotten warriors under a indifferent star.
We tamed the wild West, but it broke us inside,
Buffalo legacy, ridin eternal, no place to hide.  (Outro)
Fade out on the snare snap, bass rumblin low,
Huachucas horizon where the black rivers flow.
Sierras silent salute to the soldiers we were,
Dark country requiem, boom bap for the blur.
Buffalo... soldiers... gone but the thunder rolls on.

puppet freestyle

lightt

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