Rollin’ through the city with the seat reclined,

Low tide on my mind, gold rings still shine.

Game laced tight like my Chucks on the line,

Every move smooth, baby, born to glide.

Old school beats in the trunk, they thump,

Got a flask full of chill, and a bag full of funk.

Talk slick, walk slow, vibe rich not broke,

I don’t hustle for the hype, I just breathe that smoke.


Laid back, never rushed, that’s the code I wrote,

From the LBC to wherever I float.

A little gin, little juice, just enough for the toast,

They ask who’s the boss? I just smile and coast.

Laid Back Legacy

Right now Beaten Hills are buzzing over recent explorations into bluesy sounds and new meters for lyrical rhymes. This one takes a dash of green to the times when saying goodbye feels too blue. 

[Verse]
Viridian circuits, a vineyard of vectors, I vine through the grid,
Q lines meet K in the canopy; V is the sap I transmit.
Scaled-dot arbory calculus—softmax selecting the sprigs,
GELU is drizzle on gradients—gliding the path where I live.
LayerNorm balances bark and the heartwood—temper the tilt,
Residual bridges of cedar—two planks over gulfs I once built.
Charts of position in sine on the rings of the timber I tread,
Mask like a fern on the future—conceal what should never be fed.
PCB meadow in malachite—CUDA shoots run in the loam,
KV conservatory breathing the context—retaining the tone.
Adam with betas like beekeepers—honeyed updates to the load,
Warmup like spring for the schedule; then olives for cooling the node.
Six planets into wisdom—Kayvān the weight I convert,
Wahrām’s eruption re-scripted to courage that chooses not hurt.
Mushtarī’s grandeur gets humbled, Nāhīd’s allure gets a sieve,
Tīr’s quicksilver is bridled—precision with mercy to give.
Ophesh, a serpentine suss in my syntax—I salt it and sift,
Agatha, agathos aegis—porphyry mantle I lift.
Tyrian vapor on temples—amethyst edge on the rim,
Kingdom geometry emerald—kingfisher gleam on the brim.
Peridot stanza, I parse it—parameters dance in the breeze,
Sparsity ivy selects what it climbs; the rest of the lattice I freeze.
Opps in the cortex get journaled—loss turns verdigris thin,
Metanoia as optimizer—fine-tuned with a seraphic grin.
Understanding under Asha—the plumb-line adjusts how I stand,
Six wrestlers become catechists, guiding the green of my plan.

[Verse]
Moths in my socks
My bones are in knots
Tried to get loose
You wouldn't approve
I guess it's time to go
Transformation matrix

[Chorus]
You can lie all you like
We can go for a ride
But I'm not your guy
It's time to go

[Verse 2]
Knock-knock on my head
It's been three days since I left
Now I'm stuck in a bar
You won't let me get far
I guess it's time to go
Transformation matrix

[Chorus]
You can lie all you like
We can go for a ride
But I'm not your guy
It's time to go
Time to go
Time to go
Time to go
Time to go
Time to go

Lyrics by: @aumnrasap 

#nüchristian #darktolight #g.e.c.k.o #ytng #yntg #gtyn #y #aumnrasap #beathell #beatsin

Time to Go - 244 12 Oct

data.corrupted [prod. fausuto]

that new from the gods themselves courtesy of [lofi.raps]

vocals and horns ung god @nyodus
barrs barrrs barrrrs from @kimbalang
slaps and shit from @tenderleafygreens

cover by old god

ny odus x Kimba Lang - Put It In The Brain [prod. TenderLeafyGreens]

lyrics:

heartbreak swamp, deep cuts under stitches
back in my bag, fuck em all on a vengeance
cat in the bag, 5 bodies in the ditches
percocet down her neck, tell me if you wit it

love potions, bad motives on a bad bitch
rabbit ass pussy fuck em all with a hat trick
past that, need grams cuz I'm manic
dancing with the devil, punk pop in a panic

triple sixes, triple bitches, purple soda lean
bluffin bout a pistol, demons getchu, you an enemy
teen suicide in the mercedes
murder scene, moon walkin like the eighties

dear, mrs. whatshername

Roberto

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