blink 182, but its dj mustard.
yes, this is in the correct genre. dont @ me.

i miss who?

Its Quiet in the Middle

Just me spitting over Emancipator's "Soon It Will Be Cold Enough To Build Fires" a nice serious song for a change. 

lyrics:

i been thinking about this life shit 
and what it really means 
but while i think 
i steady accomplish nothing 

the only thing i realized 
its a riddle with no answer 
like no batman to combat 
the criminal, that’s cancer. 

we grow this tree of memories 
exponentially expanding. 
with no mind to look around 
at someone else’s forest. 

but if i was Gump, 
this forest would be running 
not away, but towards something 
i could use to take your blinders off. 

turn your head and cough 
physical reality check. 
get your head up out those cumulus 
and take the next left. 

a right turn’s not a promise 
for success. its been 
test-ed, chill. 
failure’s just the first step. 

you take on a path 
abstract goal in your mind. 
but you’ll come to find 
it ain’t what you conceptualized 

i try hard 
not to take my own life. 
guess it’s working 
still wake up after i sleep at night. 

[Break] 

soul disconnected from my body 
as a teen. 
they put it back 
told me, put up with the suffering. 

life isn’t always sunshine 
but its always beautiful. 
when the rain comes 
it nourishes the ground. 

i think that means 
adversity builds character 
a foundation to stand on 
in returning times of stormy weather. 

but whether or not 
you walk is up to you. 
so you choose, compromise, 
and see your ambitions through. 

ill be waiting at the end 
like what it do. 
arms held open 
so i can embrace you. 

its real hard 
to keep waking up everyday 
you should pat yourself on the back 
celebrate ‘cause you kept true. 

even if you didn’t, 
i still forgive you. 
every life is precious to me 
even those i never knew. 

even though i couldn’t do 
what i planed, I’m staying cool 
the future is tomorrow 
so today i’ll stay and love you. 

‘cause i think 
you ain’t loving yourself. 
i got two hands that can help 
and a shoulder made for crying on. 

you’re my family, 
for you i’d make any journey. 
just to see you smile 
but i’ll be there when you frown too.

Soon It Will Be Cold Enough To Build Fires [prod. Emancipator]

BRINGING THE BRADY BUNCH TO THE TRAP FOR 2015.
LISTEN WITH HEADPHONES FOR THE SAKE OF THE BASS. 
FUCK WITH IT. 

GEORGE GL∆SS

m o t i o n [G A N G]
ギャング · モーション

m o t i o n [G A N G] [instrumental]

A remix of All is Well Son's song "Bombs" from their self titled EP. 

Listen with headphones, for the sake of the bass.

Remixed by Doubt
Original by All Is Well Son
check them out on soundcloud or facebook
https://www.facebook.com/pages/All-Is-Well-Son/265298820201442

Bombs [S∆KE OF THE B∆SS REMIX]

short remix of twenty one pilot's "migrane"

S U I C I D E D A Y S [21PILOTS REMIX]

lyrics:

[hook]
immortal boys, we never die
we never die, we never die.
immortal boys, we never die
we never die, we never die.

gon live forever 
gon live forever, gon live forever 
gon live forever, no lie
no lie, no lie.
[hook] x2

with madi a on the east.
lost train of thought, my squad complete 
i aint really understand what you saying,
still just tryna do me.

so, look,  you gonna stay the fuck in your lane,
and I'm gonna stay in mine.
already know that nice guys finish last,
so fuckit, im gon take my time. 

aint fine like a centerfold
but i been told that I'm goin’ places 
destination, unknown location 
on the fam, i know ill make it 

if i want it, imma take it 
acquisition the shit f’sho
turn that written to a flow
and leave that beat six feet below.

with the team, rain sleet or snow
yea doe, perpetually posted 
but i been livin’ as a statue for so damn long
think i forgot how to just move on.

dear god, hows it hangin’?
been a while since we last spoke
fuck bruh, maybe never 
‘cause you know that i dunno

i cant remember and it piss me off 
how many lifetimes have i forgot?
how many memories have i lost?
when the fuck will i reach the top?

or at least the finish line,
‘cause i got no concept of time
pretty sure i been here for centuries 
and still dont know what it meant to me

[hook]x2

…we outchya, 
bout it bout it
always in the paper chase 
but i could really do without it

but what i do about it? 
same thing i always done
pretend to run, like gym class, 
and fall back to number none

zero sum game, 
no one ever won
yeah, i’m 
gonna break even when the time comes

is what i would say 
if i was a person defined. but i’m
the ghost in the machine,
 the text and pictures on the screen

the song from the speakers, 
and the false sense of pride
acquired spending every 
fucking waking hour alone and online. 

how them day ones, 
down the block that you left behind?
i don't know, 
I'm more invested in tumblr, twitter, and vine

tryna keep it all together,
ill be fine
fucked up, insecure, 
neurotic, and emotional

i told these fools, 
the only thing i got on lock’s my mind
cause if that mother fucker gets out, 
then I'm prolly do some time

[hook]x2

see, i dont want the decadence 
i just want some inner peace
but i dont see that happening
so a gold chain’d be fine with me 

some gold teeth to match the shit
and diamonds are forever 
immortalized as reaction pics
ideas dont die ever, bitch im doubt

the inner demon
speakin to your inner self
distracting from the things that matter 
if you aint fucked, you need my help

post up with me forever
tell everybody get gone
lets waste away to nothing
watchin’ all the homies move on

woke up, mid afternoon like, 
“‘the fuck’s goin on?”
with my phone beepin’ at me like, 
ten missed calls.

dont recognize the numbers, 
like “who the fuck’re y’all"
now my moms screamin’ at me all, 
“what the fuck’s wrong, with you?”

shit, 
been livin day to day on auto-pilot
been goin with the flow, 
‘cause i see no reason to fight it.

can’t remember any time
when goin’ after my dreams
yielded anything other 
than further low self-esteem.



[outro]

well i been here for a century or two

and its all a loop, what more i can tell you

Ill gains i got, a trill brain, and blind spot.

psych pills that i pop, orange bottles i got

three packs of cigarettes, two hands, and my phone.

i’ll be no one’s dead homie, tryna die all alone.

white folks with no faces

im tryna die all alone.

i m m o r t a l b o y s

beat by greaf. 

lyrics-

tell ‘em that im okay 
this pain in my chest gon fade away
best forget about me 
things, they change, but i stay the same 

now i dont know much,
but i know that I'm tired of all this bullshit mane 
this chip on my shoulder stays 
grit my teeth and swallow shame 

empty smile laid 
across my face, under eyes all blank.
now, i aint tryna catch feelings
numbness i call ecstasy 

that molly, i prolly took
too many, years back my dude.
shout out to all my dead homies
might very well see you soon

[hook]
so let me 
tell you what it meant to me 
it was my everything, 
the reason that i fuckin breathe 

shatter the mirror 
‘cause the image always frightens me 
ya boy be beat as fuck
no idea why im still living 
[hook]

takin it back to the board flip II’s 
all the cool kids rockin’ them ice creams dude 
white air force ones, my shoes
’07 shit, first year of high school

if that young me knew what i knew now 
prolly same path that i choose, he woulda walk down
cause i done seen some shit 
but my past is mine and i never wanna change it 

while ago fell down
and i dont think i ever really got back up 
i been steady livin with my face to the ground 
wishin that i could stop giving a fuck 

and its tough in the start, but you learn how to cope 
get up out of bed every day stay woke
cause you know if you try and stop 'n catch your breath for a moment 
you might never ever get back up

might never get back up

[hook] x2

you're better off

lyrics:

only zodiac we fuckin with is the killer
shove yo moon sign im more concerned with shit that realer 
look, y'all can take this a fuckin trigger warning
bruh, imma spit it raw, cause the shit im hearing mighty boring 

exploring the abyss with neil degras tyson 
makin me feel mighty small, existential angst i be fightin’
why am i here, whats the reason for the shit im doing?
i dunno, but i know an answer all im pursuing

i be doin’ this shit erryday mu fucka 
drop a verse on a rook, it aint nothin’ mu fucka 
i finesse the track and straight up body mu fuckas 
hit up becca, like, yo these some stupid mu fuckas 

monster work the pole like a fuckin maniac 
girl stay with the hella swagged out money bag 
bands on the racks, ten racks in a stack
ten stacks in the stash, gotta make the shit last 

doin’ dabs you woulda thought she was silento
stupid faded, gettin’ rid of work cause the rent due 
who knew i woulda come back after two
and a half years with a new track, same trap 

been bad, oh dag its mr always hella sad
with lil miss space unicorn and a blunt wrap 
rollin up the loud, put a lil bit of coke on that 
youngin kinda coo coo with the puffs, she a brainiac 

where you at? bruh im tryna come thru
two tens in the trunk, stay bumpin’ my new shit 
do it everywhere, motherfuck you 
ignant bitches talkin shit, aint seen what we been through 

y'all know we got hella problems mental
but the state of california says i aint a threat to me or you 
true, five two five zero
involuntarily committed for a suicide i couldn't do

damn son, you need to show a little more follow through
start a lot of shit, never finish what you meant to.
(shut the fuck up) i been up for a couple days straight 
at the point i just do what the shadow people say to 

three monster, zodiac killer 
i aint really know how to put the shit triller 
hit ya friendly neighborhood drug dealer 
becca know the plug, so for low we get the illest

three monster, zodiac killer 
i aint really know how to put the shit triller 
hit ya friendly neighborhood drug dealer 
becca know the plug, so for low we get the illest

Z X D I ∆ C ・ T H R E E . M X N $ T E R R

lyrics:

who it is? 
mr disappoint everyone now 
xan’d up in the backyard
smokin on a black n mild 

in denial
of the fate which curse my days 
its raining in my heart
but my head says thats okay 

aye.. tumblin erryday 
pop these pills so i can hang 
in there for another day
these voices slowly killin me

its that ak… aye
14 karat rainbow mane 
desaturated coloring 
my homies say it aint no thang 

rocks in my ring
from nickel rocks and triple beams 
to 40k bracelets 
and feelin like its all a dream 

maybe it was
get no answer from this muddy cup
whatever, tip another pint
into my fuckin tiki punch 

[hook]
…
and i dont know no thing 
who this is? who are you?
i dont know though man. 

…
and i dont know no thing 
who this is? who are you?
i dont know though man.
[hook]

hate to remember 
errytime i made a loved one cry
hate to remember
anything, thats the reason why

im outchya bout it 
tryna mind my fuckin business 
keepin my mind on my business
away from unfulfilled wishes

broken dreams
the team had a lot of em
all my friends got baggage 
and they went and made it part of em

ya boy damaged,
runnin after gold to numb the beast 
he hungry and has no other 
outlet to express these things 

call it suffering 
call it just another day
call it what you want 
just stay up out my fuckin lane

okay to hate..
me because i do that too
lets compare notes 
analyze the fucked up shit i do

[hook]

remember to remember 
and never forget 
the dirt you did,
its with you forever, thin and thick

flick of the wrist, water whip,
popin glocks and shit,
heart breaker, dream raper 
dope fiend, life taker 

you can clean them 
skeletons up out ya closet 
but they still gon be with you
past thicker than blood and water

you grow up, an life get harder 
eyes open, goat to the slaughter 
tell my homie like yo i got her
but prolly wont see tomorrow 

im sorry for all this bullshit 
not sorry for catchin’ feelings 
but sorry for where we at 
but i cant take none that back now

…they like 
“i dont even know you any more”
yeah f’sho, mane whatever 
it aint like you did before

[madi voice message outro]

In Progress

who are you?

instrumentals

Vicodin Mike Jordan [instrumental]

Beat Credit: Ransom - Bobby Johnson

lyrics-

grace on the deck 
with a xan and a blunt to the dome 
oaktown shit, be hella lit 
fuck errybody said to get grown 

woah, be lifted as shit in the lyft 
life’s a bitch, but I'm sure that you already know.
LB, OK been fuckin the game up 
so fuck what you heard ’n what you told 

dont pay no mind to anybody
im tryna get my foot in the door
and i aint tryna catch no sweet lick
but ill lick ya bitch yea fsho

for years been sober, but ask my homies
i facilitate turn ups more
than, any mu fucka outchya with a chip
brought a bottle an im just tryna pour 

…fuck shit
outchya screamin’ fuck this shit 
im way too nice for my own good
the way i describe how i function 

no frontin’ dont mention me 
keep my mu fuckin name outchya mouth 
thats the only thing you can quote me on 
the rest void, you can go ahead pout 

its doubt, come get it 
be lit as fuck, im still with it 
is it really more than the verses dude?
i dunno, but im mercin' it if versus you.

…truchains
finna cop some cocaine white adidas 
on the mic, i act an asshole 
but out in public, im mighty bashful 

but i know dudes who down to bash skulls 
and i got people i would die for 
ill talk shit, and serve it fire 
im a lot of things, but i aint a liar 


if that day comes, ill retire 
pass the mic to the next in line, or
tie a noose with a fuckin aux cord
and hang myself, corpse swingin eyesore 

this the encore, of my last shit 
and i made sure that i surpassed it 
treat every track like its my swan song 
you never know if it’ll be your last hit 

i won't see my death as tragic 
cause my ideals will reign immortal 
i done made a lane for my family
they’ll live on as my legacy

in progress

Cypher With Myself pt.3

LYRICS:
[hook]
what they put together i pull it apart 
i dunno
i be out ruining my life, 
and im calling it art 

up a couple days straight 
wishin i’s back at the start 
i took two of everything out the medicine cabinet 
straight up noahs ark 
[hook]

thinkin about xans again
always cheeper when you buy ten
promise you that ill only take two
but when the sun rise ill be out again 

ya boy need a spray tan
i aint seen the sun in weeks 
leakin the sauce, got no burner on me 
nah i aint trippin, but who are you homie? 

all these people know me 
i aint got a clue who they are 
grab ya keys stranger, i need a ride
couple miles down long beach boulevard 

this life shit hard doe
thats as far as i got on my suicide note 
livin be a nuisance, i knew since the start 
bout to cop a rose gold rope chain and noose it

my phone number, best lose it 
i aint tryna talk to nobody 
next time my therapist tell me to open up
imma look ‘em in the eyes, tell ‘em “shut the fuck up”

i aint got a problem, everybody else do
stay in my lane when i ride through
best miss me with assumptions 
paid dues, don't go and make an ass of me and you

[hook]


Life’s a shit storm,
Just gotta find some people 
willing to sit with you in the downpour.


that’s what the fam’s for,
struggle with you ‘stead of sympathize, 
‘cause that some shit you cant ignore.

Before i became 
the person i am today,
I was a child optimistic, 
now be outchya simply nihilistic.

A kindergardener 
labeled “highly gifted.” By senior year 
that had changed to being “highly lifted.”

My vision shifted, 
into third person
View, worthless, 
rose tinted winter blues

Suicide tuesdays, 
and the rest of ‘em
Never came down 
cause of the highs i invested in

limits, i was testin’ ‘em, 
until i broke through
the other side, saw the grass wasn’t greener, 
it was all a lie.

..at that point, 
i was way too high
past the point of no return, 
to consider coming back to life.

malt liquor iccarus, 
fuck the world dog.
tryna ride the updraft 
‘till the wings fall off.

so word up dude
flush my ashes in the bathroom
‘cause I'm a piece of shit 
never finishing what i mean to


Includes a guitar sample provided by Greg

Laos [Single]

n o a h s . a r k (feat. b l v c k s i t e s)

LYRICS:
[intro]
yo these feelings done hit me from out my blind spot
outchya chillin rollin’ blunts with the blinds drawn
bruh, i aint ever tryna sleep, leave the lights on
but you should know that i wont say good-bye when i move on
[intro]

check it out, its been twenty five years now 
still dippin out when im faced with my fears wow
thought i woulda outgrown that shit 
but at the end of the day guess im still a fuckin kid

burnt bridge in the background
played out, but thats life and you can never go back.
and the fact of the matter is, im still fuckin up 
but every time that i fall, i pick myself back up 

yeah, a quarter century been by 
aint any closer to finding an understanding 
damnit time sure do fly 
thats life, and it never seems to go how i plan it 

i hope y'all know im thankful for what i got
but a lot of time it feels like i dont deserve it
i got this voice telling me that there be something missing 
and im wishing i could find out what it is

so what happens when you start feeling
things… that you aint ever mean to
what happens when you start dreaming,
‘bout a place way too high above you

damn right its a struggle tryna juggle 
obligations and emotions when you only got two hands
cause one stays with the blikka to my temple 
just in case i need to end it… god damn

that wasn't off topic, honest
my knee jerk reaction to everything is “kill yourself”
i aint bey, i dont feel myself
i be trash, bruh, motherfuck the hand i’s dealt 

and motherfuck the thoughts that pelt
like stones against my glass home, know this, 
your words could never cut me as deep as mine do. 
shit, ive had years of practice dude.



clean sprite, no future, molly percocet 
the mask been off, so you know who you gon get 
you know how i do this shit, you know that i been bout it 
so refrain from the gaspin’ and gawkin’ and behind the back talkin’

laptop mac popin’ with the instrumentals 
incidentally my pockets full but i stay hungry 
doe ray me, scale not the triple beam
but my flow crackin’ like an octopus OG

oh please, save your breath, i aint snapped in a minute 
y'all forgettin that my writtens great -ed like the cheese im gettin’
i been spittin’ out hella bars, like i said fuck the xanax
please dont panic, its a simile it aint literal, dammit

if its my leg of the race, then dont complain bout how i ran it
if I'm amazing as grace, then my sound sweet as sugar, and its 
clear, im outlandish with this rap shit
but y'all woulda known that if you’d shut the fuck up and listen

CMM 5

Cypher With Myself 5

Produced by: d o u b t
Chorus Vocals by: JOEY BAG$

Watchin' Robocop (feat. JOEY BAG$) [instrumental]

an old CL∆P G∆NG track i found when i was going through my computer
Produced by: d o u b t
Lyrics by: d o u b t & JOEY BAG$

CL∆P G∆NG

Flexin'

you ruined drake for me [instrumental]

Lyrics:


fuck it, 
the 90s never happened 
rebirthed me as a nickel rock, 
the homies get to clappin’

they all about that action 
if you believe what they rappin’
shit, i was seventeen 
in the psych ward when it happened 

the madd hatter 
stupid from the seroquil not trappin’
i was eatin xanies 
so i couldn't hear ‘em yappin’

water bottle full of vodka 
drunk in class an i be crashin’
ya boy a sinking ship
somebody save me from my actions 

if you’re looking for poignant statements
and enlightened dialogue 
im sorry, we got none of that
you’d do well to move along 

only make ignant songs 
a disgrace to the art form
fuckin tore a piece off my soul
and got nothin’ to show for it 

finna make a run for it,
run forrest.
if the phantoms take a hold
ill salt the fields and scorch the forests. 

so whats in store for us?
let me take the wheel and drive
i can take you down a dark path
i paved in sacrifice


[hook]
trill money, pill money
always pop the red one
see how deep the rabbit hole goes 
we been dead bruh 

no karo in my lean 
but tip it in the crystal pepsi
menthol smoke clouds 
round my dome, try and catch me 
[hook] x2


its that vicodin mike jordan
percocet polo ralph lauren 
jarritos and activis pourin’
that dilaudid got me soarin’

what the fuck
yeah i been sober half a decade 
but the scary thing is, that the drugs
always fuckin worked for me 

hit the xan man like, damn
im tryna catch some fuckin Z’s 
pop ambien 
just so i could chill out off those tripple C’s

homie do you know 
where i can get some goddamn tussin gel caps?
bruh, i need them, not the DM
the ones that only got DXM

second plateau robo walkin
slurred talkin, im a problem 
call me robin, cause the boy wonder 
just how far have i fallen 

alcoholic, at eight-teen 
but i’s drinkin’ like i’s fifty-eight
a fifth a day keeps the doc away
cause i’s blacked out, and i aint goin mane 

aint shit to say, im spacin’
but y'all already heard this a thousand times
cause on the real, drug abuse
the only interesting part of my life 

tryna keep it one hundred 
but my glass only half full
with a brain prolly half dead
from all the bullshit that i pulled


[hook] x2


hokay, 
i aint really mean to do ya like that 
but i been to hell and then back 
just to realize you all whack

those empty words in your raps 
zero substance in your tracks 
but you still outchya bitin’ ad-libs 
clamin' that you spit crack 

*BLAP* 
even if ignant all my verses exact 
crafted with precision, im gifted
but im just tryna give back 

in fact, fuck superstitions 
leave no mirrors intact 
middle fingers up under ladders
and to black cats cross my path 

i dont feel nothing, feel nothing
nothing you say could do damage 
manage emotions to cope with 
copious bad manners (cause)

im a mother fucking problem
up in the club with katanas 
screamin’ “not today white devil”
at my reflection, bruh, honest 

my god its fucking crazy
how i straight up fist bump shinigamas 
outer space paper chasin
next level shit i be on bruh

no stopin me, i be
the young god of the uncanny valley 
but im comfortable 
cause everybody on my team’s as fucked up as me 

[hook] x2

Vicoden Mike Jordan [Single]

Vicodin Mike Jordan

a remix of smashing pumpkins "bullet with butterfly wings"

Bullet With Butterfly Wings [REMIX]

a rough in progress of "the midst" by Jimmy Eat Ass

Hey,
Dont let me bore you to death.
Ill still be outchya when the sun goes down
And you’re long gone.

We did our best,
Thats what we tell ourselves.
I would believe it so just lie to me,
Then lay me down.

[short chorus]

So we took our time,
Apathy embodied in a thousand sighs.
Blasé, blasé ‘till the day we die,
Pay no mind to what was once held dear

[short chorus]

Hey,
To that which numbs the pain,
Quietly stealing your component parts,
The you folks knew.

I know you well,
Because we’re both the same.
Feeding off of the cold and broken hearts,
Come out and play.

[Chorus 1]

So you take your time,
Apathy embodied in a thousand highs.
Blasé, blasé ‘till the day you die,
Pay no mind to what you once held dear

And I took my time,
Apathy embodied in a thousand lives.
Blasé, blasé ‘till the day I die,
Pay no mind to those which held me dear.

the midst

the midst [in progress]

ギャング。ギャング。ギャング。
d o k n o w . d x n t c a r e

d o u b t

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