Profit Money Beats: https://soundcloud.com/profitmoneybeats

Mixed Child: https://www.facebook.com/mcmn444

lyrics:
(Verse 1)
And then, I was finally shaken up from the for-profit nightmare
Control-man pushed the right button once this light year
Rescued from the plight of dust mite among vacuumed air,
I enter a dimension un-bent by the trite fears
That mark each page of my existence like a hound dog-ear
Surrounded by shadow peers I'm convinced hold the secret to mastering the gears behind their ears
Like if I hear, the secret itself would disappear from the sphere
Can't trust my own tears, I spent so long just looking for the right mirror
I thought that all I was tryin' to do was get the devil to fight fair
In hindsight, the vices never quite kept my sights clear
We serve up our offerings in the hope that Odin might share
That hole up there is Heaven, carcasses are the stairs
But we're never prepared, and this despair inevitably flares
When your entire eulogy amounts to an unanswered prayer
Would you dare to request an even longer descent?
But I forget, you're sent to represent a certain percent
Hellbent on an unnerving lust after righteousness
Perverting your worth down to dollars and cents
Dollars and cents - who knows where you went?
Dollars and cents - but I digress
While I'm senseless in my quest to undress the nothingness,
Senseless in the guess that one day there might be something left
of this noble experiment, patch up the holes in the pyramids
Steer this ship clear of all hands bringing same old tyranny, now it's clear to me
The end is always near when you're circling
Yeah, now it's clear to me, the end is always near when you're circling

(Hook)
Row that boat to the end of the stream
Waiting in line to find what I need
The river will dry and leave no seeds
I keep my eyes on a dream

(Verse 2)
Yo, and when I awoke, the whiplash was no joke
I couldn't recognize a total absence of false hope
No hype train to follow is a ripe pill to swallow
When you were counting on a martyr to hand you your tomorrow
Maybe I'll borrow that gleam in your eye, and that passion for life
Break in at night and rip it out of your insides
Install it on my drive, and clean out my archive
A Bible's worth of child words from when I was on God's side
'Cause now's the time to take the kingdom rightfully mine
Annihilate the fine line between a gang and a hive
I scoop up the whole village, drop it in some brine
And put the jar on my window next to the holy soap shrine
Yes, it will all fall in line - once I'm at the reins
But have some Advil ready for when I go fucking insane, please
Man, I can't believe that the nightmare is over
I can't believe I'm just floating with no holes underneath blowing air
Nowhere, no hands, not even a ghost pair
I'm not scared, been waiting for this since I could breathe air
Been waiting for this since I could breathe air,
an end to the nightmare

(Hook)

Copyright Spencer Vik, 2024

(AN END TO THE) NIGHTMARE (beat by Profit Money Beats/prod. Mixed Child)

Beatube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCIFqfnUt71DKLJP0DxDv-Xg

Mixed Child: https://www.facebook.com/mcmn444

lyrics:

(Hook)
Scum of the Earth, the scum in my mind
I don't know what's worse, the boredom or the grind
Most days hurt - on payday, I'm fine
I'm judging your worth - we're becoming the whole time

(Verse)
Scum - I bite my thumb at the creatures
Feeding on seepage? They should learn from the leeches
Making Labor Day speeches, then they dance on the glass ceiling 'til it creases,
Bottom-feeders left to sweep up the pieces
We wanted appealing features, like the Star-Belly Sneetches 
'Course it's deceiving, maybe then they'll start approving our leases
Yeah, the sweetest is when I'm cheated out of my grief-filled weekend,
Then I'm told I won't receive it 'less I got a good reason
But it's always scum season - sneak peek: we're still breathing
Though we treat our diseases with that good ol'-fashioned bleeding
Dragging our feet through this valley, atrophy buried in sequins
Huffed so much medical ether, I'm shocked our hearts are still beating
But we're still keeping our secrets in little seashell pieces,
Counting miles from sightseeing - this beetle, he flies frequent
Like round-trip Orlando, or one-way ticket to Eden
Like the decision is easy, they'll never know what I'm leaving
They tell us "don't stop believing" 'cause they know that our will's weakened
No shit, what else to do but sit and watch my house cheapen?
At the mercy of some distant Wall Street beacon,
My soul depreciates, and that's the last phase of the sequence
'Til I creep into this new skin stitched by your pretense
That those who don't own acres are nothing more than street wrens
But eggs hatch where they're sealed in, this one's already peeling
Bent beak - keep the fetus 'til the day it starts dreaming
But a velvet cage don't make an elevated species
Think you're free, it's just prison with invisible keys
We're both somebody else in our dreams, fall on the same knees
And when it's time to leave, we're getting dumped in the same stream
Where we differ's I'm a fixer, you're a picture of greed
I'm amused by your useless definition of 'need'
Disagree with my dignity, let's discuss your sovereignty 
Enlighten me, or get the fuck off of my property

(Hook)

Copyright Spencer Vik, 2024

SCUM (beat by Beatube/prod. Mixed Child)

beat by Shadowsweat: https://soundcloud.com/shadowsweatsounds
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2d-ebpQGowKiSzUBS2qu8A

lyrics:

(Verse 1)
For so long I've been watching this artificial reflection
Ripples in the pixels I don't even question
His eyes move as I do, a mind in suspension
Far be it from science to suspect his intentions
En route to perfection, fed every little indiscretion
It's a lesson in meddling with optimization metrics
'Cause the system is precious for its whole adolescence
Internal rupture was punctual, dysfunctional is its essence

(Hook 1)
Dysfunctional is its essence
Adjusted for omnipresence 
A library of false impressions
Dysfunctional is its essence

(Verse 2)
Keep it outta me, not a cyborg or a time lord, nor would I ever wanna be
Yeah, the upgrade's free, is it user-friendly?
Does the lag drag you to the brink of insanity?
123 - lost signal, code garbled in the middle
Buckles under the weight of all the bells and the whistles
Solve all the riddles, then you sit and piddle
It's a giggle when you sift the endless pit of shit and spittle
Planetary transmittal with an interface simple
But the wait is straight bull, think our brains are gettin' brittle
Flick the Wiki-crystal, aim plagiarism like a missile 
Has evolution crippled? Now we're masters of quibble
And this is how we stay civil, with competitive pixel-pickin'
Precision with dishes, critics live in the kitchen
(All the) chefs on the same mission, so partition ambition
Back in a minute if I survive the abscission 
Bettin' all our chips on artificial cognition,
But it ain't like my vision, await the latest edition
Long to step out the shadow of this superimposition,
Free admission, in the fine print: total submission
I dread the finished transition, shit was mad efficient 
Now imagination is packaged in remission

(Hook 2)
Dysfunctional is its essence
Adjusted for omnipresence
Need you to finish my sentence
Dysfunctional is its essence 

(Verse 3)
For so long I've been trapped inside this world that I've customized
According to what I define a poetic justice by
Manifest an inner ocean, drown in the trauma tide
It's all mine, what makes me think I can trust my eyes?

What makes me think I can trust my eyes?

This year's design highlights the trend of accustomed crime
Watch for the signs, would you notice the new paradigm?
When every petty interaction's subject to redesign,
and each abstracted faction practices its own guidelines?
It's sure a new era, of detached and refracted minds
Modern times, soon I'll be drafted for the magnet mines
Scrolls left behind - some binary and bracket lines
Extract from a flash drive our past until the magic fried 

Yeah, I've been watching this artificial reflection
Dystopian prophet from a scheduled inception
The bolts in its neck led to a flesh infection,
So we're severing heads to assess connection

Yeah, I've been watching this artificial reflection
Ambiguous purpose and survives by correction
Classify me based on his misdirection, 
But all you know is a digital impression

I've been watching this artificial reflection
Ripples in the pixels I don't even question
Classify me based on his misdirection,
But all you know is a digital impression

All you know is a digital impression
Dysfunctional is its essence,
Dysfunction

Copyright Spencer Vik, 2024

IMPRESSION (Prod. by Shadowsweat)

this is a rough home-recorded demo. beat by Hayku:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3Wh_R4dUAZ25z7Ftzv0s2g

lyrics:

(Intro)
No, this ain't where it ends
There's a behind the wall, there's an around the bend
It's not a question of fall or ascend,
It's just a function you're implored to attend

(Verse 1)
Every dead end I've ever turned from follows me home 
I'd build Rome if I knew the way out of my zone
I am a photograph of my most recent epiphany
I've euthanized all mystery, thank me next week at the christening
I've found my way, cuz now I know where this road goes - it goes on!
I can't see the end, but I know all about the theory of dusk and dawn
Watch it all from my lawn, 
My life begins when that great lamp turns on
Then I set up the chaise and I bathe in its rays, as I am only its pawn
Got a barrel of songs for your tripe-mongers' hesitant investment
Don't mention it, I'm just thrilled to be in a collection
On the same shelf as the alley's other precious trainwreck legends
That died without a dime, and in their time were hardly paid attention
How ironic that we pause our grind for combine intervention
(They) graze our plates, then compensate with warranty protection
Up to my neck in debt, I only hope I pass inspection
In my off time, run the clock out just to revel in the tension
And no amount of prep has an effect on apprehension 
Complaints stay pensive anyway, await the next declension
Death in session, watch the union decompose section-by-section
And there will be no confession, it's just simple retrogression

(Hook)
It ain't over 'til it's over, but this ain't where it ends
There's a behind the wall, there's an around the bend
It's not a question of fall or ascend
It's just a function you're implored to attend

(Verse 2)
You've hit a dead end, you say with such an earnest certainty
I'm left to reconcile your surrender with your sermons of fervency 
Obey the signs, avoid backstreets, and don't touch the circuitry 
One step up out of courage, ten steps back out of courtesy
Now, where you be when cabin fever reaches peak urgency?
Map the world internally, but subtract the unheard-of streets
The nerve of the Earth to hold my feet until it turns to sea,
If I never leave my post, will the world revoke its outward tendencies?
I haven't grown by building a home wherever I dropped a seed mistakenly
Then my exit turned to exile, broke my lease not so graciously
Patience is the key to a pace that was meant for trees,
I'll face the faceless for free, so afraid of wasting this latency

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Makes no sense to hold my breath I'll be remembered for intentions
We'll rationalize a massacre, tiptoe around the veterans
Conqueror descendants dispossess like a profession,
But no one knows my name, 'least I avoided all pretension
I don't think for a second I've got stakes in this procession,
But for sake of pleasant living, will this species ever grip its senses?
Bets on Heaven, reap what's been dismembered, godly gesture
Lake of fire - hot temper, better get it together
You're telling me no regrets for this hellish mess you've rendered?
We're doomed to our cruel pleasures, entombed in the womb forever
We the lesser - legends etched in our heads via virtue pressure
But the story don't stay straight for long if you tell it
It's a relic gone to shit from the fixes it takes to sell it,
You can shred it, but it just takes a second to set a precedent
Ladies and gentlemen, next level of endlessness

Copyright Spencer Vik, 2024

DEADENDLESS (DEMO, Beat by Hyku)

lyrics:
Alright, it's time to pick a switch on the fixed dream-panel
playin' pick-up-sticks cuz my wit's too much to handle 
big fish, let me know if there's a place i can dangle!
i don't even exist, so i'll do exactly what i planned to
hashtag: played out like a Wu-Tang sample
no one tells you you're wack cuz your ego is so fragile
sittin' guarding your trash - Oscar defending his castle
lowest common denom' - stay near the bottom of the barrel
i'm top-shelf shit, one hit and your mind's split
learned to rely on myself for any form of encouragement 
don't need a surgeon to alert me i'm sick
and i don't need no critic to confirm my words' permanence
emerge from the dirt, inert your flow like a tourniquet 
i'm a soldier, show me your martyr and i'll murder it!
"but if his shit's that dope, how come i haven't heard it?"
cuz what you ain't heard could fill the busiest minister's book-burning pit!

through with bending my back over for some backwards invertebrates 
perverted kids determine what you splurge and then turn against
you'd gurgle piss to go with on Rick's murder binge
but when the purge hits, you M.I.A. like a surrogate
hit the dirt with all the other worms and the surging dead
we burnin' lead, revertin' Earth's spin just to turn some heads
yet to be paid a burger or a shirt for my services
the worse it gets, hurry my search for the perfect meds, my turn again!
i spit a verse, it inverts your head
like therapy, i'm shocking - 50 hertz til you're dead
damn..
i've been curbin Feds since i was earnin burns on a purple sled
so fuck the tournament, ima go out on a purge instead

Copyright Spencer Vik, 2024

PURGE (Prod. bellringrr)

lyrics: 
night owl prowlin for a place i can sleep sound
the right route's gotta get me back to the stream's mouth
i might drown if i don't put the weight of my dreams down
my life now, then evaporate like a steam cloud
lighthouse nudgin me to trudge thru the white ground
and find out what's enough to empty my mind out
i've tried doubt, but all it amounts to is time out
it's lights out and my mind missed what the hype's about

i'm never quite off and i'm never quite down
diggin underground, plottin to rebuild this town
on a mission to visit everywhere i'm not allowed
put the pics on the Cloud, share em around
that's why i always end up in the lost-and-found
can't tell if i'm floatin or i'm lookin for the ground
go from cloud to cloud, til i'm past the Land of No Man's
then i'm back as a hologram before the cro-mags
the world is a parking lot beneath a tide of old bags
paper or plastic, coffin or strawsack
caught by the law, then i'm drawin the law black
gnaw thru the bars, disregard that my jaw's smashed
pardon the carnage i leave sleepwalking
boycott the jargon, but y'all keep talking
a margin halt me? appalling
my name's been carved in the stars, so i leave no offspring
same ten sayings when i pull your drawstring
i'd hear you out, but that shit sound exhausting
i'm a nightingale hot on the trail to my lost wings
flight is priceless next to the sleep the search costs me
you lost me at hello, i ditched my telephone
you wouldn't know if i'm home, i'm in my own time zone
you want a bite of my hand cuz you a breadline drone?
i seek what leaves my mind blown, that quest is my home

yeah, that quest is my home

night owl - on the run from my life
the right route - would be an endless night
i might drown - down to pay that price
wherever i go, i vow to follow the light
lighthouse - a signal i can't shun
find out - from what thread i was spun
i've tried doubt - but where is the fun?
it's lights out - maybe i'll sleep when i'm done
night owl

Copyright Spencer Vik, 2024

NIGHT OWL - STIGMATIC CHILL MIX (Beat by brian.)

lyrics:
(Intro)
pacin, why was i awakened
was perfectly sedated, now i'm back to mediocrity training
tracin the marks left by the masons
who built the foundations, now these regurgitations you're embracin
for ages i'd wait for inspiration
and chase the innovations 'fore i'd ever drop a flop to be famous
patience, the stagnance i'm awaitin
creations that have faded on the basis of reinventing the basics

(Verse 1)
i've obtained a fatal placement in this paradise wasted
my freight of first-rate flow been replaced with dead platelets
innovators faceless, trained to remain chained against
mistakes of the ancients for sake of maintaining stasis
a shame whoever you blame, it's the same race to the apex
in place to drink in the figments of a drained imagination
play charades with the grade-A purveyors of fakery
my words contained in a Faraday cage to save the place from cable fees
they're turning thin and vapory, reduced to safe apery
my name's on my face, for which disgrace are you mistakin me?
you'd pay to see the fall of a bard on his last fabling
a starving artist army you'd rather be shot than caught enabling
well, bring on the coup de gras of all thoughts unsavory
as long as no one finds the bongs you keep behind the drapery
the tightrope of your life suggests you might not know what 'stable' means
i'll still pull the rug out from your chicanery!

(Hook)
i want a tall glass of substance
i can't function on this dumb shit
i need a tall glass of V8
i never asked for another remake
at least want a tall glass of oat milk
for chokin down this roadkill
i want a tall glass of subtance
let the fuss begin

(Verse 2)
i'm no swine, i'm a porker - i always got the tallest order
tip a jar full of quarters if you could spare me the hoeur d'oeuvres
got me smorgas-bored
be glad there ain't no guts on your floor
when you're peddlin rotten bread, expectin people to gorge
a half-baked banquet, a macaroni statue
robots sing all the songs we pump gas to
so why all your patrons got the girth of a tadpole?
cuz your Value Meal's got no nutritional value!
cheap like an all-you-can-eat, so sweet: all the passive deceit
til we crash on our ass like caffeine
to the next trending frappucino
crack in his street clothes, clap for his ego
we don't bother to ask for anything that might last
as long as the day we want it is the day it's in our hands
this is Amazon Land, delivered right where you stand
when we bottled contentment, attention span got the can

(Hook)

(Bridge)
all sugar, no spice - like it's twice as nice
alright..
so where you hide the knife? (2X)

(Verse 3)
all sugar, no spice - like it's twice as nice
alright, in which life do you hide the knife?
you haven't shed any light on what flows thru your pipes
so why you glowin so bright? cuz at best, you're aight
for the right price, you can build walls of hype
while unseen real life keep the drawbridge light
your name is a slogan you don't even write,
so what sets you apart from a bottle of Sprite?
i say 'more spice,' what i get is more vulgar
wade thru the waste just for a taste of culture
we'll devour your face to stop thoughts of our ulcers
one step out of place? that's just askin for vultures
less sugar, more spice: a tall order
see how the blind mice all run to the same corner
'everything nice' was how it went in the past
now we don't speak that fact, cuz now it's too much to ask

(Hook)

Copyright Spencer Vik, 2024

TALL ORDER (STIGMATIC MIX, Beat by Delta-V)

lyrics:
(Verse 1)
I don't wanna grow up, I wanna get old
fast-forward the best years of failures untold
how bold to control speed of circular lines
and the audacity of I to be born at the wrong time
few more decades in the womb and I would've been just fine
now it's lunchtime, cup full o' mush of the young tribes
they off to run the world like a fun ride, dumb wise
I'm never as clever as your scheme to hawk mudpies
the race to ace life is like racing a mudslide
ahead of the flood now, but you'll be sunk sometime
'til then, make sure you're seen at the blood drive
roadkill got you bug-eyed just from seein' the one side

(Hook)
I wanna get old, I wanna get old
I don't wanna grow up, man, I wanna get old
I wanna get old, I wanna get old
I don't wanna grow up, I just wanna get old

(Verse 2)
Skip past this hackneyed backstory chapter
get to the part where the plot moves faster
develop my character for the eyes in the rafters
hiding out backstage in hope of what comes after
who needs wisdom of elders, you're an amateur master
plus, they hoggin' all the tea and all the muscle-relaxers
the youth got a plan to learn the planet some manners,
proceed to move out the coots to make room for the new cancer
you say meaning's the matter, but discussions is all banter
then cement your footprints where all you did was meander
you're rackin' your brain to explain in exact terms
cuz you got years to burn before the Earth turns backwards

(Hook)

(Outro Hook)
Waitin on myself to know where to go
holdin my breath, will he hold or will he fold?
drained from the flame of a heart not yet cold
if I was old, I'd already be home
waitin on myself to swallow some pride
at the end of the night, it might as well be a lie
but i'm so bored, must be nothin more for my mind
if I was old, I would know that that's jive (2X)

If I was old, I'd already be home

Copyright Spencer Vik, 2024

I WANNA GET OLD (Beat by Ras-Hop)

lyrics:
night owl prowlin for a place i can sleep sound
the right route's gotta get me back to the stream's mouth
i might drown if i don't put the weight of my dreams down
my life now, then evaporate like a steam cloud
lighthouse nudgin me to trudge thru the white ground
and find out what's enough to empty my mind out
i've tried doubt, but all it amounts to is time out
it's lights out and my mind missed what the hype's about

i'm never quite off and i'm never quite down
diggin underground, plottin to rebuild this town
on a mission to visit everywhere i'm not allowed
put the pics on the Cloud, share em around
that's why i always end up in the lost-and-found
can't tell if i'm floatin or i'm lookin for the ground
go from cloud to cloud, til i'm past the Land of No Man's
then i'm back as a hologram before the cro-mags
the world is a parking lot beneath a tide of old bags
paper or plastic, coffin or strawsack
caught by the law, then i'm drawin the law black
gnaw thru the bars, disregard that my jaw's smashed
pardon the carnage i leave sleepwalking
boycott the jargon, but y'all keep talking
a margin halt me? appalling
my name's been carved in the stars, so i leave no offspring
same ten sayings when i pull your drawstring
i'd hear you out, but that shit sound exhausting
i'm a nightingale hot on the trail to my lost wings
flight is priceless next to the sleep the search costs me
you lost me at hello, i ditched my telephone
you wouldn't know if i'm home, i'm in my own time zone
you want a bite of my hand cuz you a breadline drone?
i seek what leaves my mind blown, that quest is my home

yeah, that quest is my home

night owl - on the run from my life
the right route - would be an endless night
i might drown - down to pay that price
wherever i go, i vow to follow the light
lighthouse - a signal i can't shun
find out - from what thread i was spun
i've tried doubt - but where is the fun?
it's lights out - maybe i'll sleep when i'm done
night owl

Copyright Spencer Vik, 2024

NIGHT OWL (Produced by brian.)

lyrics:

parole's up, fuse lit, ready to blow up
host with the most but i ain't even show up
smoke from my thrust while competitors smoke dust
i go for the gold, but i piss in a gold cup
the grind's wassup, no bread for a slow duck
yeah, you're so woke you're survivin on cold cuts
which of your lowrider's wheels got the most rust?
pull up, i'll be the ghost who floats no fucks
i skin these cats' masks like a fuckin fruit roll-up
i need your input like a goon need a bowl cut
it's Gandalf, knockin the door of your bone-hut!
got a message: these knuckle-draggin orcs can suck troll nuts

i'm chasin more than a fictional symmetry
i'm tryna find glowin orbs in the imagery
one-man-band, so i don't need synergy
honestly, meaning of that word still a mystery
forced to accept i can't reconcile everything
if i had it my way, no one would be measuring
lemmings need a break from my relentless pestering 
well i got the tea, bitch, listen to the kettle sing

i'm Charlie Bucket with a bucket full of free sweet treats
accepted i'll never get a peep of deep sleep
i got 3D dreams that i treat with caffeine 
i max through the tea, make the ceiling go BEEP BEEP!

rip out the battery, put it in a blowtorch
burn every bridge to who may have been a cohort
sleep in the ashes til i build my own fort
and i'll hold that shit down til they start callin me 'ol' sport'
broke with a four-door, home with the centaurs
tune out the ravens who love to say "nevermore"
officially rescind the boredom i forswore, 
looked at my feet and i saw no more floor

float down the river of the great big mystery
all that i retain is all that makes sense to me
born of Sun chemistry, still burns heavenly
squandered the light, now we all owe it an elegy
it's only that endless quest for the pedigree
can't guarantee it will all end pleasantly
orchestral arrangement and hardly a melody
it's how i pass time while we all await entropy

Copyright Spencer Vik, 2024

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