Featuring @schizoe
Produced by @voidrave99

Lyrics:
[stemodity]
It could take a minute to adjust to this
All I got was something I didn't want from it
You said you don't think that you could love again
I feel like my life has been punishment

Right back to the die fast
Y'all won't even see me with an eyeglass
Broke boy dreaming of high class
Drowning all his demons with a high glass
Stress stacked to the brim, fucks given at the bottom
No dust in the wind is gonna solve your problems
And the walls you stay within won't value what you offer
But all that I can say is "all that I can do is ponder"

And the clock stay ticking away
Like a bomb I'm gripping onto, might explode it today
I ain't been the brain to pick
Growing ancient of the topic, change it quick
You don't wanna be the one to bleed his guts too much
People see a way to inject their hate in your brain
In order to obtain the fuel for the same thing they'll do once again

You say how can *I* get sleep at night
You think you only do right (that's not the truth)
I'm dying inside for all this time
Like what am I to you
and
What you are to me


[schizo]
My demons reaping, speeding up my leaving
Seeing why I'm leaving when I got a bad feeling
Cause it's like only when it rains I'm stuck left out
All this time by myself, inside it felt like I died outside
Inside my ride crashing in a river sinking to the depths to die
fucking up all the time, not giving shit about my life

I'm soaked up dry

Giving into you
I need a change of pace
I'm stuck being stuck up on my changing face
I need my faith if I'm burning sage
Just in case I need to ask "what am i to you?"
Tell me the truth like I do to you

Lake Ponder w/ Schizo (prod. voidrave99)

Might crash; Drop another pill in my glass
Shawty say she want another, she ain't even gotta ask
Ain't livin too long so I'm livin too fast
Chasing the same high but the feeling don't last
i ain't a plug, but I can get you anything you ask for
We can take a trip, baby, you know I got the gas for it
Living for lil thrills like crushin pills on the dashboard
Baby stay beside me, through the pain we can fast forward

is there a way that I can make it right,
or would it help if I stayed out your life?
trying to take back control of my mind
they all say that it'll take some time

why would I do better if I don't even like me?
life gets better when you're the one right beside me
and I am a veteran at enduring depression
still you're only thing that gets me through this curse; that's my blessing

Might Crash

feat. @jimmy-proton
prod. stemodity

[hearinghell]
we got friends, we got ends
we got friends, we got ends
all friends have end at the end
we got friends, we got ends

[stemodity]
you're the one I'm wantin' when i wake up
havin a hangover, fill my drank up
prayin you'll change your mind on my come-up
and not when I'm finally where I wanna be
I'll do you like this if you do me like that
voices in my head and I'm talkin back
when i'm in your hand, I'll just break and bend
but I guess that good things all gotta have an end

[hearinghell]
we got friends, we got ends
all friends have end at the end
we got friends, we got ends
all friends have end at the end

friends (feat. gone lennon)

Production by @dumb_child

kill it like a clock; i got my glock from where i tuck it
got your bitch upon my dick; she pull my cock out and she suck it
get my fix to stop the itch; triple six shit, get what I'm wanting
kiss the tip of this here Smith; I'll set you free from all the judgement
keep running your lips you're running into you a bad patch
pussy played rough, but I came without a little cat scratch
i been dodging, bobbing; often living on the fast track
paint me as a clown and watch the joker get the last laugh
got nothing to kick; lil stevie melted down the bucket
hopeless, hopeless bitches missing me, I'm fixing to get lucky
your unlucky if I want it; if i want it then I cuff it
give no shit if its yo bitch shes your mistress now if i want it
kill it like a clock; i got my glock from where i tuck it
got your bitch upon my dick; she pull my cock out and she suck it
get my fix to stop the itch; triple six shit, get what I'm wanting
kiss the tip of this here Smith; I'll set you free from all the judgement
keep running your lips you're running into you a bad patch
pussy played rough, but I came without a little cat scratch
i been dodging, bobbing; often living on the fast track
paint me as a clown and watch the joker get the last laugh

AUDIO-VISUAL

KISS THE TIP [PROD. DUMBCHILD]

Production by @dumb_child

rotten rotting plotting, scheming;  demons creeping
mud-fed
blood red; what my beamer bleeding
I levitate when I meditate 
hit the gas on a sucka, come and watch him hit the brakes
say, i hate the way you fakes go playing with the snakes
my still-beating heart's still bleeding on my plate
it's time to meet your death; I am the one the reaper sent  
lead stains engrave your head you face the place the days all went 
hide in your lies; Fake smiles, so conceited
fictitious fickle grin, got everybody to believe it
and the AK-47 ain't make much of lil stevie
lil stevie ain't make much of this life's lit0tle ill meaning
much bleed-up, you woulda thought it was a dream-up
left an ugly bloody mess; I'm oh-so sorry for no clean-up
come and hold your bitches hair back as she's choking on my semen
cut the cries and screaming 'fore I call up all my heathens

MUD [PROD. DUMBCHILD]

Instrumentals by @dumb_child

if they wanna run a war i'll run the gamble
50 drum stunt lil runts who can't handle
if u wanna find a grave today you may get lobbed in
if u wanna make a day of it then can opt in
got something to say then let it spray i'll let it chuckle chuckle
your mouth now floods red as I get blood upon my knuckle knuckle
blow my house in and i'll make a hut out of the rubble rubble
dose of chemicals that'll leave you pissing in a puddle-puddle
hate to say you're done.. haha just kidding i love it
lil stevie hate to break it to you but he ain't above it 
make the type of wave that makes your sister slit your wrists in public
lil stemmy ain't a saint, no; he got demons by t-he dozen
walking what he talk; down to school with his .22
got your bitch sucking off my dick while you shine my shoes
why you so upset? why you got something to prove
stemodity does not exist; he's just the voice inside your dome
if they wanna run a war i'll run the gamble
50 drum stunt lil runts who can't handle
if u wanna find a grave today you may get lobbed in
if u wanna make a day of it then can opt in
got something to say then let it spray i'll let it chuckle chuckle
your mouth now floods red as I get blood upon my knuckle knuckle
blow my house in and i'll make a hut out of the rubble rubble
dose of chemicals that'll leave you pissing in a puddle-puddle

GAMBLE [PROD. DUMBCHILD]

Produced by @prodyungvro

break the chains and free your brain from strain and pain you can't contain
digging your grave in which you desecrate
play with snakes and you can make your last mistake
the path you take is grey
you made the bed in which you lay

couldn't crawl my way down a road so cold
crying me a river turning glitter into gold
lil stevie, ill sinner, lil shimmers of no hope
find yourself in this position fix a barrel at your skull
oh, no!
feeling down on a long come-up
mudfuckers leechin onto ya like some bloodsuckers
prone to blowin their own cover, I may make em suffer, uh
i don't really wanna but the trauma made it's own mind up
 he finally found his peace but you stole it
shouldn't of pushed him past the point he bout to pull it
fill your skully with bullets, now who's the bully, bully?
now his fully making you regret it fully
entombed, left alone to seethe
and you don't wanna know what his mind concieves
a lotta things I don't speak and just bite my teeth
can't change these voices, in the night they scream at me

to break the chains and free your brain from strain and pain you can't contain
digging your grave in which you desecrate
play with snakes and you can make your last mistake
the path you take is grey
you made the bed in which you lay

all alone when your luck rush down
look around, you ain't got no one here now to push around
your bullshit ain't stickin any more I hate to say
the hunter now turning into the hunted prey 
stay in your head and ain't pay the rent
lil stemmy sick, may attempt to raise the dead
and his fingertips feels itch on the delivery of lead
as he bounce around his head all of the things he wish he'd said

break the chains and free your brain from strain and pain you can't contain
digging your grave in which you desecrate
play with snakes and you can make your last mistake
the path you take is grey
you made the bed in which you lay

TAURUS [PROD. YUNG VRO]

Produced by 5:10

when there's a stain ingrained in your brain you ain't got a place to hide
i don't know the reasoning behind why I still try
might take my life like a dose of cyan de  
not long ago with my mind I'm afraid I severed ties
burn a couple bridges when i break down
shoot me down my energy won't every fade out
trapped in the bottom a bottle I'mma break out
doubt that the trauma caused the drama that you play out
I rise out my grave
Like a zombie in the night, need some light on my face
and the only way to cure me is a bullet to my brain
im a slave to mind and my mind ain't a safe place
lil mutilated mistress
you can cut the pain away and I'll stay out your business
I myself am losing in this game of mental fitness
the boat we'sin the same, if I could then I would fix it

  I think I know my place; with my face in her waist, waistline
 face the pain, play the maze, understand it can take take time
 that's why I all my life I had been straying from the day, daylight
bless the ground I lay, come and play at my grave, grave site  

wish me dead then your head's what I punt
I wash my medicine down with a bottle of rum
pushed my pedal to the metal til the metal went dull
every day feel like I got a gun barrel to my skull

scraping change from money you fumble  	
place my bets on regret you let the dog out of the muzzle      
makes sense that you're picking up pieces of puzzles
cause you made a mess to clean; spare no pity for your troubles
why I existentially break me?
I better stash emotions in a safer place
I  swear nowadays don't wanna anger me
when I feel it comin I cannot reel it in like a manic state

stressed with smoke rising up out my chest
come meet illusions so violent might think that you're about to meet your death
nothing left to bleed feel something creeping up underneath your feet 
it's here to drag you underneath, there ain't no meanin to your screams
feel yourself sink like an anchor, shit you can't make up in your brain shaked up now
sickened by the message, you're the one that sought it out  
never underestimate the pain of fate you can't escape with razor blades
the game you play ain't pay to play, you just a fake, stay in your own lane
somethin took control of my brain
i think that I really might die insane

MUZZLE [PROD. 5:10]

Produced by @xbruxismx

Condolences are what you wish, but they just breed doubt
Call it livin for no reason, See no way out
Man live by his sword, watch him bleed out
Say you call em how you see em
I dont see how

Got something clawing away at me
Think I need to let off the brain so heavy
Didn't think that we'd see terrain so sketchy
If the world aint ending, I feel empty
There's something that's standing in the way of me
Most won't bat an eye at what people bleed for
People need to recognize what we all despise lies inside us

Beating down ur door
NOK NOK
DiD iT RiNG?

ain't no way out a brain so lackadaisical
finger on the trigger itching to paint my skull
why oh why this mind I can't control
my oh my im afraid it's bout to go...
oh, you the man, you done stack a couple grand now?
walkin on a fine line, might like to smooth the edge out
don't get to comfortable with them handouts
i don't see you rushin for gold, just a manchild
right place for the wrong time
sniff lines out the back of a wack ride
might die, might fly high
oh well
sent a card to my soul that read "get well"

Condolences are what you wish, but they just breed doubt
Call it livin for no reason, See no way out
Man live by his sword, watch him bleed out
Say you call em how you see em
I dont see how

NOK NOK [PROD. BRUXISM]

Produced by Stemodity

they said to me,
"you aint ever man up, boy you better back down
or it's flat on the ground where you'd better tap out"
get shot down 45 live round
if you throw shade boy you better pipe down

everyday i wake up, sink down lower in my grave
hard to show restraint with a mind like a maze
i feel like a rat never let outta my cage
i'm a slave to these raps, yet these raps ain't pay me
mayday! think pussy boy afraid of melee
look into my eyes and you'll see what the pain made
don't think our necks really hang from the same chain
go place your bets on my death, I do the same thing
oh, you think you're down bad?
house up in the hills, bitchin about what you never had?
no bitch, your life's a blessing
how the fuck is it a drag only the minute that you put your little pencil to a pad, hoe?
cling to the dope
that or the rope
can't just let go
phantom of smoke, bring upon thy lesson
i'll transcribe your blessing all upon the plane I'm sentenced to
drowning in my drool when you brought the message through

I'm catatonic
Can't run away from a mind so haunted
Can't place the blame, I'm the one who done sought it
like all the times I had a chance and missed it
little stevie both a sadist and a masochistic
kicks given out out of figments so sacreligous
pussy rappers spitting with their mouth wrapped around thick dick
slick prick smoking like a quarter pound of green
I'm tryna breakthrough like I'm busting out the seams
sporting smoke in lungs. cooked my brain overdone so there's nowhere to run
just to have little fun is what I wanted
stuck to the creed like a blade in my gauntlet
stress on your mind? don't mind if I stomp it.
bullet to my head but I stopped it
then again, could be dead and that's the reason I been feeling like a martian

MARTIAN [PROD. STEMODITY]

Produced by @gullyspit

stay outside. won't like what you find
I try to make a difference in what time ive got
ill rot like the rest when death crept near
whats life without being in touch with all that you fear?
steer clear of these weirds who want to siphon your life force
i keep mine alive but I got nothin much to die for 
why even bother trying hidin the trauma?
spill your brains upon the page; I'm grading, don't forget the comma's 
I want all of you
i won't follow you
you can follow me
see just where it lead
maybe wear my blood on your teeth
lost control of me must need a tighter fasten on my leash
make me feast between your knees and only let me up to breathe

I admit my personality ain't in-tact
shawty build me up and crush me down like I'm an insect
I don't take out loans but emotionally I'm in debt
I don't pick up phones 'less its 'bout cashing out a big check
Big mess on my mind all the time  
Messages I regret sent lurk in the backside of my mind

that's fine though

lil stevie be drowning in paranoia
chemicals he cannot handle to kill the noise
Thinking that playing with fire'll wildly lead him to meeting his needs to fill the void
Still no choice, still no hope
Still the ghosts will  steal his soul
They'll steal it slow
 the light from the sun is just what he's been  running from
Pieces of puzzles he'll never recover from
Drama is over, the damage is done
Sick of the feeling of nowhere to run
the reaper's close, I hear his crows
keep on your toes 
you think you know what you don't know, you open door
seek out the darkness, speak from the heart bitch
you are a carpet patch to these people, walk all over ya
the signs are just all over here
you fantasize about your bitch and other fuckwits porkin her
think you may be fraid of combat, where you at?
where's your pack? thought you said you let it blast    
where they at, eh?

INSECTICIDE [PROD. GULLYSPIT]

Produced by @xephyrisdead

WHY WE ALL CRAWL BACK TO WHAT'S FEEDING OFF OUR SOULS?
DWELLING IN MY HELL ON SHIT  I  NEVER SHOULDN'TA SOLD 
YOUR CONSEQUENCES LED TO FEELING LOSS OF CONTROL
AS YOU WERE HEADIN TO THE BATHROOM TO POWDER THE NOSE
BITCH IM BAD NEWS, BAD NEWS, AIN'T THE ONE TO FOLD
IM THE ONE YA DADDY TOLD YA DATCHA SHOULDN'T GO AROUND
USED TO FETCH MY ADDYS OUT A BLACK CADDY EDGE OF TOWN
DRAINED MY BAG OF FETTI ALL FOR PETTY LITTLE BAGS OF LOUD
DEFICIT OF SUCCESS; I DON'T THINK I'M MUCH LESS
FEELING LIKE THERE'S NONE LEFT, 
 WHY I COULD I GIVE A FUCK LESS 
I DONE PAID ENOUGH DEBT
DON'T ASK ASK ME IF I DONE SLEPT
I'LL HAVE MY TIME FOR ALL THAT AS I'M ROTTING IN MY COFFIN

U SHOUT FUCK 12 YET YOU CALL WHEN IN PERIL
 a thousand little lies disguised inside the payroll
AND THE LITTLE LINE WE WALKIN  ONLY IS GETTING MORE NARROW  
WE COULD MAKE A CHANGE, BUT I'M AFRAID THAT SHIP HAS SAILED

we need more than a cure, for the world is diseased
never been an alcoholic, I may have me a swig
to some, life's a game; tell me though, who do they play?
maybe they made you a slave to what they want you to be
maybe I could be wrong, but I ain't the man that you paint
lose myself a little, often trying to sever the pain
can't help it sometimes I may portray what I ain't
man in the mirror ain't match the one in my brain

lil stevie pickin up lil pieces of his brain-frame
isolation made his damn ego insane
he cant think straight
out his mind he may vacate
won't stop til he breakin records like pale
uh
minor breakdown then I bounce
we gon build it up just to tear it down
bout to smoke ounce up out the quarter pound
bound to be smoke risin out the crowd
comin out the cut screaming danger danger
lil stemmy just tryna kill the anger anger
any motherfucker wanna feel the rage of rage of   
a reject romantic with the pills for the panic
addict with habit not smilin for the camera
catch me once, then go ghost like  a phantom
send me rope, can't cope with the damage
when these lows sink lower than the Marianna
not too very often I been goin strong
now shit changed; big things goin on  
my middle finger up these other mofucks
what you dumb? test your luck u can get mag dumped
6 plus feet deep where I sleep real neat
real freak breakin off a steel leash 
still cant tell if I'm more well dead
i been seekin out the main in the mirror just to fill  his lead with lead

INTRO (PAREIDOLIA) [PROD. XEPHYR IS DEAD]

lyrics:
been through hell can tell by the stain on the blade
ain't feelin too well and the pain don't fade
cracked shell; brain swell from the game they play
and their parents felt ashamed by the man they made
how they supposed to feel when you sell that rock
how they supposed to feel when you sit on cell block
got your pops on your case cause she say to get a job
and your moms don't like you listening to young static mob
you said it when you ain't meant it
keep talking shit between your teeth you may need yourself a dentist
I been living in your head motherfucker; I'm the tenant
but I ain't payin no rent for the time that I been spendin in it
but you could bet I'm bout bout my business
I lick the pussy clean and then I'm fuckin swimmin it
got that bitch pristine like the bottle I been sippin
got a cup of whiskey with just bout a splash of coke up in it
been known to hit a fifth for my dinner
momma crying in the morning say she worried for my liver
'fore i'm sending it some more til it's motion begin to quiver, buddy
been to rehab, but ain't ever been a quitter, homie
they ain't hate me, they ain't fuckin with me neither
beat the pussy so damn mean she say she need to take breather
so i roll the windows down on the back of the four-seater
and blow smoke out in the wind to thank the lord she ain't a breeder
i been breezing through these beats like cheddar
bet she'd eat my seed upon her knees if I would let her
popping lsd tilI feel like feather
bout to breakthrough but I don't feel any better
money over bitches, M.O.B ; that be the mantra
static wreaking havoc to the bastards who don't wanna
state wanna stick me in a cell all for selling marijuana
pockets getting deeper than the fuckin mariana
black magick in the back of the house
on the couch, the LSD'll free your seed from all the clout demons
she suckin semen from my third leg
third eye beaming and she screamin, but she earned that
bitches been trippin like they dipping cigs in sherm
head given from my mistress make the pussy go purr
ain't fixing to be quitting for a minute. that's for sure
gang been itchin to get up in it for about etern', mayne
put the flower in the bong and let it burn mane
fuckin with the mob'll get you burnt; when will they learn mane
fuckboy looking like a zombie when they turn, mane
bet the smith and wesson'll ensure that they won't return, mane
bitch, hit the whip it 'til ya swerve
fuckboy nervous like I'm finna hit a nerve
mobbing til the coffin, flickin ahes in your urn
static had to lay an addict down in the hearse

Hair Of The Dog That Bit Me

Instrumentals produced by @dumb_child
LYRICS:


guess i'm a menace; ashamed the way i make em leave
all the ties to my life is what they're severing
making war to me before going preaching their peace
that's the price that I pay since I've been suffering
i crave for pain, baby
cum and make me bleed
i'm insane; maybe you can set me free
i'm a slave to the way you make me fiend
for just a shimmer of belief that you won't leave
game's over; played with the wrong clown
better watch your step to hell cause it's a long way down
they'll stab you in the soul before they sleep so sound
go drown in the drink that makes the walls goes round now
hungover and he'll do it again
got about a hundred reasons why he want it to end
been running from his past but he don't have a plan
now he's rut-stuck thinking is it "sinking or swim?"

been gashed in the back with a blade serrated
hat went to black when his flame betrayed him
life to me is like a game you're playing through
slaying the dues I been making payments to
desecrating all the love that I gave
lately I been praying to lay deep down into the grave
think they plot upon my downfall while smiling at my face
should i go or should I stay? these mental chains just won't break now
I'm one step closer to just having a breakdown
six feet deep your screams only make a faint sound
i'm riding the line again, picking up the pace now
running from my demons, I'm just winning the race now

MAKE ME BLEED [PROD. DUMBCHILD]

Produced by Stemodity
Cover Art by @schizoe
Music Video: https://youtu.be/MfH6NofjDF8
Lyrics:
all the secrets of Bavarian heritage buried in places that you'll never go
as the sequential events'll impose for the sole purpose of you to reap what you sew
an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth puts your neck through a noose; do a "1-2-3 go!"
step off the chair to escape the despair that led you to shovel snow up into your nose
no, lil homie, I don't got no time; I been on the grind now
20/20 hindsight vision got you dying and crying out
lil slit wrist shawty hottie, put the knife down
her mind's a mess and disconnected like she signed out
fishing for handouts but I don't owe you no more
said yeah I think I like you, but my Tommy sure don't
stuck in mazes, been in places that you probably won't go
hiding dope up in your coat just so your mommy don't know, hoe
my tritone so damn low that you would think I worship Satan
if your catholic granny hating then her grave I'm desecrating
taking a piss on her tombstone, your bitch got a new hoe
guess you were the usual, soz' for the confusion though
your disillusion'll lead to contusions and your ego bruising
you're cruising for more

Official Music Video

Put The Knife Down

SHRINK FOR SUICIDAL THOUGHTS THAT NEVER SEEM TO SHRINK
ROLLING OUT OF BED EVERY DAY TO SPIT THE BLOOD OUT IN THE SINK
BEFORE IM REACHING FOR THE BRUSH TO WASH THE TASTE OUT OF MY TEETH
THE FEELING'S LETHAL; INJECTIONS OF NOVACAINE WON'T NUMB THE PAIN
IT'S ALL THE SAME; THINKING BOUT BULLETS DELIVERED TO MY BRAIN
NAH, I'M JUST PLAYING; I AINT DYING IN VEIN OR A DYING FLAME
Y'ALL RHYME THE SAME
TONGUE IS TIED FROM ALL LIES COME OUT YOUR BRAIN
MY JAW IS HURTING FROM THE GRINDING PAINS­
WE AIN'T THE SAME­­­
SWITCH YOUR LANE
IN MY TOWN BRING YOUR BITCH ILL DICK HER DOWN AND FILL HER UP LIKE A CAVITY
DENTAL 'POINTMENT COMIN ROUND THE CORNER
HOLD UP; NEW ORDERS SAY YOU COME WITH ME
DONT BE AFRAID LIKE THE ONES ON HALF OF A XANAX ON A PLANE
ILL PRY THE TEETH OUT OF YOUR MOUTH YOU TALKING SILLY
QUICK TO SMACK THE SMIRK OFF OF THE FACES WHO DON'T FEEL ME
PAPRAZZI GONNA FILM ME; CIA GON' WANNA SPILL ME LIKE A CUP OF FLUORIDE WATER
CALCIFYING ALL OUR PINEAL

STEP OFF THE LEDGE INTO THE DEPTHS; EMBRACE THE GRIP OF DEATH
THAT'S WHAT THE PSYCHO'S WITH PSYCHOTRONIC WEAPONS
THAT PROJECT VOICES STRAIGHT INTO YOUR HEAD SAID
EITHER ITS THAT OR TO FILL IT WITH LEAD
LOST GOING DOWN THE LEFT PATH THAT YOU'RE LED DOWN
WON'T STOP TIL UPON MY HEAD'S CROWN
TIL THEN I'M DUE MY RESPECT NOW
DOWN SO BAD ON SOME LIFE THAT YOU WISH YOU HAD
OFF YOUR ASS; AFTER ALL, WE'LL ALL BE SOME ASHES IN THE GRASS SOME DAY
DON'T YOU GOT SOME MEDS TO PAY; ATE ALL THE LIES YOU FED TO ME
HAS YOU HAVING NOTHING LEFT TO STAY TIL THE DAY THAT I FADE TO GREY
I BEEN THIS WAY FOR MANY AGES
SLAYING EVERY SONG WITH PAGES
BOOKS OF RHYMES SINCE JUNIOR HIGH
YOU'RE NEW TO I
DONE CRUCIFIED, THE NOOSE IS TIED
REAL LOOSE INDUCED BY HOW MY HEAD DONE GREW A SIZE
THE TRUTH IS I, THE LIES IS YOU
HOW CAN YOU SLEEP, WHAT LIES IN YOU...
MY RHYMES IS TRUE
ALL THE WHISKEY MADE MY CHIN BLEED AND RELEASE THE DEMONS IN ME
MUST GOT SINS THAT NEED RELINQUISHED, HUH
WASH MY MOUTH WITH HOLY WATER
GOT A DIME CALLING ME DADDY BUT KNOW THAT SHE AINT MY DAUGHTER

CALCULUS [PROD. BRUXISM]

Music Video:
https://youtu.be/Jj15uExINZI

Lyrics:
from the sticks of the pike
where hunters are drowning demons by the pint 
the youngins on spice got it shipped overnight
learned it all from home where they're breeding the spite
alright
try taking a hair off of the dog but it bite
you looking around not a lawman in sight
walking to your car from the bar that you like
you did it before 
you gon call it a night
white owl burn as you swerve out the lane
a lesson you learned and gone learn it again
stuck in your ways where you're earning the pain
still you ain't ashamed til you're purely a stain
stand on that when you're laying in chalk
best double-check up the way that you talk
moonshine fucking with the way that you walk
betcha'd act right with that wire thing in your jaw
come to all this cause you stand on biz
now we gon see how rough if it really is
talking that lip'll get blood in your spit
stevie gon stop when his pockets on big
 pockets on gold, watches on froze
a hundred mfkrz wanna watch it unfold
i come to numb your suffering with methods untold
i  love the feel the rush again of what I don't know yet
weathers gone cold yet again but the riddim that I'm spittin stay fire though
in a ditch; tightrope
finishing my road
the highway to hell
tripping in this prison
call it frying in a cell

white owl burn as you swerve out the lane
a lesson you learned and gone learn it again
stuck in your ways where you're earning the pain
still you ain't ashamed til you're purely a stain
stand on that then you're laying in chalk
best double-check up the way that you talk
moonshine fucking with the way that you walk
betcha'd act right with that wire thing in your jaw
stand on that then you're laying in chalk
best double-check up the way that you talk
moonshine fucking with the way that you walk
betcha'd act right with that wire thing in your jaw

Music Video

Moonshine

Produced by Stemodity

Lyrics:so whatchu gone do when the past come to haunt you
all my hounds are hungry and you're looking like some dog food
want rap beef with me? you tripping like you woke up on shrooms
little trouble feel the rumble when it stumble on through and then i bounce
done paid a quarter for the ounce
trappin on her private story; what lil shorty on about
she don't want no money, she want codeine in her mouth
i bet she'd suck the d*** and kiss the tip just for the clout
ain't it sad? reminiscing bout the b**** you wish you had?
best go cut your losses, boss; you ain't gon' get that cash back
got lil shorty on my d*** and she gon' make that ass clap
got lil shorty in my whip and she gon whip it real fast
the devil dialed my line talkin bout "lets make a deal"
you think your life is tough well how the f*** you think I feel?
diamond in the rough done called your bluff and paid the bills
you work a nine to 5 where it's your energy they steal
if thats as best you get, your best bets to get a new hobby
i'm quick like shake & bake; god d*** I feel like Ricky Bobby
my mind is like a puzzle; wish someone could come and solve me
imma dog off of the muzzle puffin crumble in the lobby
wish somebody'd try to stop me, it's on now
so I drown in alcohol until I f****** fall down
need me mo my medicine; I'm washing it down with the crown
i' m just being honest bout the biz I been about, b****

Whatcha Gonna Do?

Whatcha Gonna Do? (Instrumental)

Produced by Stemodity

test my buttons, blood'll run and you'll be buried where the worm'll be
bad bitch call me daddy, but that word she didn't learn from me
ass so thick I had to send her home with rug burn on her knees
now she crying on my line like "senpai, won't you notice me?"
come and feel the rumble of the thunder, motherfucker
now my demons screaming louder; shouldnta woke me from my slumber
in the gutter; whatchu smoking on? you said it's mari-what-a?
did i stutter? i been known to lay a hater down prone
so i'mma lay some flows for some sucker hoes to jack that
your squad kin to snitching; you could call yourselves the rat pack
all up in your biz, done called your bluff like it was blackjack
I'mma lay it thick on your bitch when I smack that
and I'm quick to smack the smirk up off of your face
stomp a pussy hater out until his glasses start to break
i been pressing on the gas and never stepping on the brakes
now you bout to meet your fate because you made a big mistake
blood on the walls and it's leaving a stain
now I'm picking up pieces of somebodies brain
knowing it's run away or stay shackled in chains
I compete in the race that I'm placed in today
got nowhere left to run or hide or die
passing the time while I get high
I cannot find the light or why's
the rights, the wrongs that writes the songs
its a long road; I bid you hasta leugo
puffing on some THC that came here straight from San Diego
off the payroll, still I'm stacking chips; getting kisses on my dick
ice ain't all upon my wrist; still, I'm boutta blow up real quick
out here it ain't clean up in these streets; they mean and bashful
best keep your pistol tuck same place that you keep your cashroll
or lose it quicker than a goodyear tire on a fast roll
no cruise control in the fast lane if you can handle that role

Please Notice Me, Senpai!

he been better, let alone not curled up in position fetal
and the consequences got his knees weak and feeling real feeble
never expected him to fall victim to something so evil
after all, his whole life he was the one afraid of the needles and the smoke
now he don't fear to let the hash bubble
but the pills run into trouble quick; and scripts? He's known to fumble it
oxycotton got caught his esophagus, he's coughing blood and puddles of it
tract marks up and down his arm; he's armed with harm reduction kits
reagents and fent test strips
beading down his head sweat drips 
someone check his psychometrics; life expectence dips real quick
need an expert in pharmacokinetics well as blessings
steady been stressing on his day
got him chasing dragons that bite you in ways that the meds cant
 he's about to take a trip that deep down where the dead lay
hes about the make his fate; done played the game that don't play
got patience but my size 9'll make your face bone concave
ain't a junkie but he's cut off from the same coke rock
all the drugging to the dome gon' make his brain go rot
2 12's in the trunk to make his bass go knock
move shells from the barrel to your head, dreadlock
nope
i don't give a single mother fuck about the luck in which you stuck in
you made the bed that you been laying in, praying to satan ain't saving a thing
it stay wasting your time; devils dance in your mindset
better go check up on your grindset
fed up with the place that your mind went
gotta get a way up and out of this mess that you made
cannot complain when you created it
hit my line on holiday then you gon have to wait a bit
did my time; gone long astray to fade to grey in sacred tint
you basic kids steady emulating everything they did   
go and get your own; I'm hoping to hone my own

Deathbound

you picked a swell place to gravitate
day got em stealing to satiate habits
fake cannabanoids make you pray as you salivate
cling to faith as colors in the room saturate
choke on the smoke that they peddle
cant take the heat? keep your feet off the kettle
and your ass out the kitchen we gripping some metal
sing like a canary we know where to send ya
we're shooting birdies down out of the sky
we don't need us no reason as to why
offended? take that pussy boy shit inside
come back when you're done whining and growing a spine
hi nice to meet you imma boss
at his before your lil ass was in drawers
and your daddy was sniffing that yay through a straw
age of fifteen first time having withdrawls
balls bout the size of boulder city
itching to fig what this fifty gon get me
pack of a half of a zip then I flip it
just kidding 
i smoke up til my lungs is twitching
you made it but still you missin and they hittin
clout demons stealing the pots that you piss in
I'm fixing rot in this loft that they lifting
if one man's hero's another man's villain I'm filling the shoes
it ain't no faking I been a issue
along this road met a sinner or two
shared a few drinks and a dinner or two and chemical misuse
this addiction confused with recreation use
little bobby swallowed by the whole damn bottle
did I stutter?
found his mother was a cocaine-cutter
put upon a missing person page and dead up in the gutter
wonder why
did the well run dry?
must of got tired just sipping on wine
fine powder on the countertop, a mountain of the white
dollar signs turn men into the ones that they despise
wise tells no lies; eyes low rope folds round a neck real nice
 so cold this road in the world we fight
think my throat need smoke; some one pass me the light, like...
bright strife like a young matt dillon
try to light the way still they paint me the villain
doing better than the blood they spilling
feel the rhythm of venom i been spitting 
while you sitting on your ass in the safe little space that you been given
smoke another case to my face to stay lifted
see you on the other side, this ride'll get you tripping
and questioning reality like a psychedelic vision, hoe

Gunsmoke

The original track by Nobuo Uematsu originally appears in the game Final Fantasy VII. A close friend of mine told me she wanted to hear me do a remix of it and I geared towards it.  Naturally the tune came together overnight and I had a ton of fun. Enjoy!

Nobuo Uematsu - One-Winged Angel (573M Remix)

Instrumental produced by @secretstash

=============================================

[lyrics]

You say to keep my head up all it does is drag me down tho
I'll meet you in the middle; keep my feelings on the downlow
You're a fool if you think theres a cure for a broken mind
ICant decide if its more humane for me to live or die
Laugh or cry, sink or swim. thats what ive been dealin with
Tried to run, tried to hide. But the feeling still persists
To wrap around my mind so fuckin tight until my brain bleeds
I'm tried of waking up to be depressed about the same things
If God is real he has my soul up in a vice grip
If this was in his plan then hes a sick fuck for devising it
Still you act surprised I do the drugs I'm hypnotized with
Anything but this is better so I stay high as shit
Never been the type but lately I've been thinking violent 
Everybody dies and thats alright 'cause I ain't dyin to live
Lost in my reflection but it's not because I'm likin' it
Suicide is bliss but I'm a pussy just for trying it

Do you know why I'm up all night? nah
Do you know why I still get high? nah
Do you know how many tears i've cried? nah 
Do you know why I just wanna die? nah
Do you know why I don't come by? nah
Do you know why I still get high? nah 
Do you know why I write what I write? nah 
Do you know why I just wanna die?

Do you really wanna know why I stress so much?
Just like a hypochondriac man I can feel it my guts
I'm trapped inside my mind and honestly I'm seeing scary things
if you could put it underneath a microscope youd see just what i mean
Feelin like a fiend for the dopamine,
Dreaming for a better scheme of thinking
Because when the bottles gone dry and the bags half empty
It feels like I could die and it feels just like I'm ready to
Feels like I'm cursed by blessing in disguise 
I guess that things could be worse but they could be better if I tried
I can sit and be depressed or I can get up and try to fix it
But even when it's done and over with it feels like something's missing 
From my heart, from my soul. What it is, I don't know
Feel a presence so cold tryina tell me where to go
I been trying so hard not to fuckin let go
But when you got no hope you might believe that you'll find clarity in rope
 
Now you know why I'm up all night yuh
Now you know why I still get high yuh
Now you know how many tears i've cried yuh 
Now you know why I just wanna die yuh
Now you know why I don't come by yuh
Now you know why I still get high yuh
Now you know why I write what I write yuh
Now you know why
 I just wanna die

BRAIN BLEED [PROD. SECRET STASH]

@northstatic @zbow3 @stemodity

Produced by Stemodity

VERSE 1 - NorthStatic
I'm that alphawraith
Deadly nightshade
I don't got no faith
Let me fade
Eaten up my eigth
Put me in a daze
Build my bodycase
Let my body blaze
I'm a hollow cage
Got a transparent face
Nobody remembers my name
Breakin up a couple buds
You could call me a stoner
But I'm sharper than a knife
Don't be fuckin up my persona
My soul's darker than the night
 so I forget the marijuana
Choppin bodies like the syllables
Just drive or you're a goner

VERSE 2 - ZBØW3
And that's choppity chop chop
If she wanna get it she can come and get this cock
I ain't never gonna quit
I ain't never gonna stop
I put that on my moms
I put that on my pops
I put that on my soul
That you aint gonna know 
When we run inside your home
Kill all the infected
Fuck it bro
Lets fuckin go
Like fuck em
Homie
I gotta let em know its....
It's the BoBoBagginzzz kid
I'm just beatin out my crib
I'm just rippin out yo rib
Just so you can suck a dick
You'sa stupid little bitch
Just leave me out your shit
I'm just high I'm too fuckin lit

VERSE 3 - STEMODITY
I been layin low makin art like van gough
blonde hair monroe 40 pills to the dome
find me dead inside my home, feds kickin down your door
ya better get a new phone cuz your shit tapped fuck that
I never seen it in my life man that's planted
I dont do it anymore but I did back then
thats what you tell em if they askin
they might put you in a panic
be a G be a savage
dont you give em what they after, Imma.....
(yuh, yuh)
 Imma crazy motherfucker that you never talked to back in school
Was gettin ripped in the bathroom listening to sad tunes
motherfuck a classroom but I aint a bad dude
Smoke flyin out the window when we roll thru 
scooby doo Im with my team with my crew
eyes be lookin hella  stoney and you just another phoney
dontchu talk about me cause you dont know me, homie

NorthStatic x ZBØW3 x Stemodity - CHOP!

looking for something?

lookin for somethin else
I cannot find it 
I have trouble just rewinding
the steps i took just a second ago
don't know what i am and im getting close
fuck running
karma gon come and then karma gon go
dream you'll be big and you're running the show all on your own
thats what your told, you do as your told
I'd hate to be you if you mean that this true
fuck you think coastin along's gonna do
Plagued with a truth so damn brutal you loosing your hope
traded your soul

sending you down the roller coaster 
that leaves you screaming "do's as supposed to"

looking for something?

SPIDERHEAD
spider head; severed it
spider head; spider dead
SPIDERDEAD

Drowning in light again
Feelin the meaning of bleeding to fight again
You shoulnt even be breathing the same pool of oxygen as we
You cannot fathom the mark of me burnin your brain
skip to the part where you learn we the same
feeling insane cause we doing the same damn shit 
over and over again
Cannot relate to you
who knew you would be a fucking fake
Guess it's fate you would break into something that you aint
I'm a slave, I'm a slave..
To the way that I think
No escape, no escape..
Somebody free me from this game

looking for something?

SPIDERHEAD
spider head; severed it
spider head; spider dead
SPIDERDEAD

SPiDERHEAD

Bitch I been a slave to my damn mind state
Locked up in the cage I named "my brain," ain't that a fried egg?
No escape, Slowly I disintegrate, I'm living great, got no complaints
Straight outta the gate I hate to say you punks are fucked like you been huffin paint
Huffin duster, type of cunts do anything in order just to cuff a couple bucks 
To climb up out the rut you dug your damn self
Can't take back the hand you dealt
Hit or fold, life is cold, break the mold or sink down deeper in your hole, little mole

Stuck in a place I don't wanna stay, what are my options here
Luck runnin out like a drought til I found a way outta my consciousness 
Fear what I'm putting myself through once again
Fear that one day I'll expose my fangs 
Another day another stain upon my brain it's all the same thing

No, no, I need no help
The worst is what they wish on me, I wish on them as well
my demon's catching up with me, behind is where I fell
 I feel like I'm hiding under my cracked and beaten shell

What the fuck you want with it
Own business, mind it
Blowin chronic til I'm nauseous
I'm oddly precautious
This presence of paranoia colossal
I lost all my hope but discovered my flow because of it
Don't mean nothin tho hold the phone til you get the message
And learn the lesson and earn the blessing before you let go

I can't really even seem to deal with what I'm faced with
Grind the green and pack it roll it dome it to the face bitch
Frontin like you know me we ain't had no conversation
This I'm getting sick of, for bullshit I got no patience

Bicycleday Merch

FRiED EGG

I feel pain within
I don't play pretend
I don't need to quit
I feel so damn low
Don't know where I can go
Built a bridge straight from my brain to my soul

Everyday is the same to me 
Waste 'em all away, I can't complain
Do you think I can take much more?
I'm your friend, not your foe
Still, you treat me like so
I think that I should go

Things Could Be Worse

Producer, rapper, singer, screamer & guitarist in Illinois.
1/3 of the band @vilephile

Stemodity

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