Hackles high alerted to inert salvation,
as I dilate a timeline while immersion breaking.
On hiatus, entertainment ain't a spurt worth saving, 
or observed to unaffiliate with neural phrasing.
Unconcerned with lesser purpose,
what's the code-work saying?
Something bout reality n' reflective maintenence.
Say it ain't all about me,
but the brochure painted,
hunting ground hyperbole with invective stated.

Coordinates amidst the lazaretto,
Scorpio stings through a bogarted heart.
Porous, it bleeds into a crescendo, 
the Leo been lyin' from morning til dark.
War is assured with imbroglio,
ego azure while it mourning the spark.
Eating his insides, ally lysosomes,
forest for trees before forming a stark:

contrast, 'fore it forage all the tall grass.
Ores get poured into a sand cask.
Can't last, commanding man to do a God damned PodCast.
Brought by the outclassed.
"How to jump on that."
Punk, it's a hundred times harder to do it steadfast.
If the fish skip school, it get pulled from class.
Are your scales all blue? Im'a chew and gnash.
Ah ha to the ha.

How changed, are you dude?
You "New" new? Or old rules? You-
What strangeness holds you?
Who own you? Would loathe to-
Say...in Rome, get loco,
don't let go, that bet bro.
Til death play Pro Bono,
like duck, duck, dodo, goose.

We are here to pick apart by roots and scars and Earthen carnage.
Cauterize your barren plots and shoot your stars with brain rot garbage.
See me here, I disappear to ether. Either bars or bondage.
It's gone too far, I'm too far gone. Hiatus caught its newest hostage.
AH!
I'm a little disheartened.
Despondent as a correspondence. 
Conscience in a separate province.
Oh my God, got a breath for a bargain.
I might be like, "Y'all might see my-
altered carbon, sharpen these spikes."
Puncture the jaw line, stutter for all time.
Fuck it Sir, the gutter is all mine!

What's become of the cartilage, garden, dear?
Well I fear, it's a fable unable to know.
It's begun to enlarge in carnivorous tiers.
Mirror in the water, as above so below. 
Outgunned in the marshes, posted in a foxhole,
trench foot, soot covered, carcass on charcoal.
Upfront catharsis, toasting the tadpole,
stench could, should it hover, tarnish the dad jokes.

A-da beat, A-da beat,
that's all folks.
Ain't a dream, and it seems,
it's all broke.
What I need, not a thing,
but frog croaks.
1 0 2 point, 
nah bro.
Fairy Rings, Yellow Springs,
and tall oaks.
Kettle clean, green tea,
and small tokes.
Meddling, LSD,
scrimshaw bones.
Under heat, summer sheath,
jigsaw spokes.

I wonder about thunderstorms, been changing course, once seasonal.
Of numbered filibusters that make "trace the source" unreachable. 
Of uttered, otherworldly words that came before the region dozed.
And what's a ghost, if nothing more, than aches that stay untreatable? 

Uuuuuhhh...

I mean..
-lingering in shadows.
Like haunted halls in castles.
Disturbing his sleep, no you won't hear a peep,
but you gonna get hauled to the gallows.
Atta creep! Atta creep!
Keep at those,
faults to install a black rose.
False in the fact, he's back bro.
In a powder bath, shower cap, and bath robe.
After power naps, counter attacks from the back, bro.
Dragged to a white flag, gag on the cracked code.
Plaque in ya coronary, extraordinary cackle.
Get mad bro.
Whole biome burned to ash.
Turned the silicone in glass.

Termed it "Fuck, Everlasting".
Fuck, it's a bad dream. FUCK, it's a bad dream!
But ya can't scream or the trees start laughing.
Can't go to sleep, cause the sheep start passing,
past lullaby to a putrifying mass grave.
You can ask who am I, only multiply a masquerade.
Passion is a crime when it's possession over majesty. 
Nah, ah ah! You can have it when the caste break!

We are here to pick apart by roots and scars and Earthen carnage.
Cauterize your barren plots and shoot your stars with brain rot garbage.
See me here, I disappear to ether. Either bars or bondage.
It's gone too far, I'm too far gone. Hiatus caught its newest hostage.


Hiatus

F.E.A.R. (Mindful Solutionism Remix)

Aesop Rock - None Shall Pass (ABSNT Remix)

It's basically a mashup. I didn't get in the way.

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Aesop Rock VS Glass Beams - Pigs (Prod. INVZKID)

Pigs

Aesop Rock Remix-How alive

Produced by Masked Man:

https://traktrain.com/masked-man-peace

Lyrics:

Neighbors fighting thru the walls, I can hear em/
Someone else had got involved and now it’s all a wash/
All that time is gone, disappear it all, cannot be resolved//
Then I, heard him just explain it all away/
Talking like it’s just another day/
Nah, I’d never do that to you bae/
It’s all in your head, this is so insane/
And the loud voices drift off and a lightswitch then flicks off//
Take my ear back from the thin wall til the next night when it kicks off//
When a pin falls I can hear not, when that whore comes I’m in earshot//
Then she peels off and the door locks, til his wife’s home then it’s gunshots//

The ups and the downs, the wrongs the rights/
I pray for that couple like every night/
I think of something I could say to his wife/
Or pull him aside, to give him advice/
I don’t/…
There’s milk in the coffee, there’s booze in the kitchen/
The neighbors are fighting, I don’t wanna listen/
They both go to sleep and I start reminiscing/
I made some decisions I don’t wanna own/
They make me a person I don’t wanna be/
I’m out of that prison and now that I’m grown/
This shit got me hurting, disturbing my peace/
I’m grabbing the bottle, I’m twisting the cap/
I dream of tomorrow and sip from the glass/
I’m watching a brother that slipped thru the cracks/
They live in the present, I’m stuck in the past/

You’re dealing with loss, there’s nothing to win/
You’re wearing a cross, it’s burning your skin/
You gotta move on, you let it dissolve/
You’re trapped in those walls, its all paper thin/
Missing back when I could hear em fight/
Thinking maybe he could make it right/
Prolly down another bottle, bitter pill to swallow when you sleep alone at night/
And it’s alright til it’s all wrong and it’s all fights til she moves on/
Hit the gin right til it’s midnight hit the bed right but it’s not warm/
No time to recover, you’re facing it now/
He’s calling your number, he’s pacing around/
He’s pouring another, he falls to the ground/
Neighbors knocking telling me to keep it down/

The Neighbors

Produced by MaskedMan:

https://traktrain.com/masked-man-peace

Lyrics:

Me and my best friends headed for dead ends/
Boutta write that very last message and hit send/
Worry bout some drama if you tryna be misled/
I got some bigger problems than whatever some bitch said/

I guess I’m pissing everybody in the world off/
Ain’t ya daddy teach ya how to treat a girl, dawg?/
I’m in the basement, basically braindead/
Tryna get some girl to drop the knives like I’m K-Fed/
Ay man, learn to love yourself, that’s when freedom comes/
Thru the sickness and the health, I wish you peace and love/
I wish it was as simple as all that/
Now I got some karma in my future like Mallrats/
Aw snap, I get it, I’m not committed/
Ground unstable, I fall back, I didn’t/
Misunderstood, so wave to the critics/
I came for the good, but stayed for the riddance, huh/
I’m on that trash heap, sleep in the back seat/
Paid wage slave, made of liquor and caffeine/
Cradle to the grave, which is quicker to catch sleep/
Neck is to the blade, might be quicker to blast me, blam/

There’s my collection of the women that I used to love/
You acting out for the attention, ain’t give you enough/
Even throughout all the madness, I owe you a hug/
Shoulders heavy like I’m Atlus and I’m bout to shrug/
Forget the drugs, a buzz or a little fame/
Baby I was born with the mic like my middle name/
I penetrate your brittle frame like bullets thru a dinner plate/
I’ll fold a rapper in half then put him back just to set him straight/
I’m on that bad luck, ads at the gas pump/
Pinning all my problems on my past cus my dad sucked/
Tryna a hitch ride inside the back of a Mack truck/
Tryna catch a high, rock bottom me back up/
Aw shucks, never knew the mirror was the face the evil/
Closer than I may appear to all my favorite people/
Never learned to face the fears that made me flick the needle/
Now I’m chasing all those wasted years like lemme write the sequel/

Bigger Problems

Echo

8/17/25. Stories That Shape Us -- Abraham and Isaac (Pr. Harry)

Professional shit polisher. Lyrics are in descriptions/on rhymers block

words that rhyme. producer info in description, please check them out

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founding member of @nota-collective

Multi-instrumentalist and beatmaker from STL, living in San Diego. Trained in piano and guitar. I make hip-hop beats.

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