[LYRICS]
tell me how the fuck you maintain 
without these drugs up in my system i feel dead weight 
no life up in my chest and every step i fucking take
is like i’m walking on my way to hell, a sentencing 

so i’m just stickin to myself, just tryna get them dollars
i’m tryna make it out this fake ass town to the bahamas
sit on a pile of money, while my bitch is countin m’s
a private island, well secluded, i dont want no friends 

just wanna get high, take my brain into outer space
write raps and take that mothafuckin dope up to my face
stay dodging the public, i’m hooded up so i don’t catch no case
when i’m runnin out im keeping that blade cuz i’m not ever safe

i’m feelin a little bit under the weather, put me on a stretcher
i will never judge anybody that’s lesser cuz i’m not no better
i’m saying my piece at this point i’ll just roll on, not worth saying nothing 
cuz none of you listen, you rather be buzzin, ain’t up for discussion 
i know that they hate me, i heard the assumptions 

i look around and be a witness to them high tides 
them night time rolling cliqued up in them front lines
dollar signs, dollar signs on our fucking mind 
the only way to escape the pain is just wait your time 

nobody knows where we’re headed and just where we going 
i tell my boys we rolling out with just one fluid motion
one flick of my hand make the blunts switch
you can’t get into rotation, you can’t hang bitch

BURDEN

Jaded

Trailer Park Junkie P Sphynx

Produced by BLACKSHEEP
1. The Silence After You Left
2. even underwater the sky still looks beauiful 
3. Trap Goose Outro

BLACKSHEEP- Empty Canvas of My Heart [FULL EP]

BLACK AURA MIX

RAINMAKER [Prod. Vdrivn & Tacet]

WALK

LAUGH NOW, DIE LATER

WITHOUT U

BXTCH WHAT'S UP! (prod. CRCL)

Beat produced by JC Lazo
Live Instruments by Petey Crumpett
Written Recorded Mixed and Mastered By NATE

POP OUT!

Song Lyrics!!!



[Intro]
Streams bought in silence
Real ones buried under code
Artifictional age of chaos

[Hook]
Artifictional wave
Talent rendered obsolete
Filters sell the soul  
Gold chains, no gold weight
Bot likes crown hollow kings
Truth lost in the gloss  
Paid playlists decide
Real voices fade to grey
Signal turned to noise  

[Verse 1]
Studio lights fake
Auto-tune hides every flaw
Ghosts write the bars  
Charts climb overnight
Zero shows, zero scars
Numbers never sweat  
Crowds scream at the screen
Shows just a product of the machine
Magic like floating hands  
Vinyl spins alone
Dust collects on real soul
Algorithm reigns take a toll

[Bridge]
No blood in the beat
Only code in the veins
Artifictional reigns on sleigh

[Verse 2]
Real ones grind unseen
Garage mics catch honest breath
Views stay in the dark  
They sell you perfection
Wrapped in recycled dreams
Price tag on the heart  
We still ride low
Windows down, tape hiss proud
Artifictional tales fade away

[Final Hook]
Artifictional wave
Built on mirrors, built on lies
Real stays underground  
One day streams will crash
Truth will rise from the ash
West Coast never bowed  

[Outro]
Artifictional age of chaos
Temporary like the fame
Real ones never die - ohhhhhh -



Artifictional

THIRD WORLD POSSE

G.O.D.S

DEATHWATCH

Inquiries - tacetnapier@gmail.com

PHANTOM INDIGO

[Prod. By Tacet]

WITHOUT U

Tacet

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