I don't know where to go.
I'll just rot, yuh.
In this dirty little circus road. (Where to go?)
I'll just rot, yuh.
I don't know where to go.
I'll just rot, yuh.
Caught ya, blocked ya, no escape, imposta'!
No means to escape, betta give it a thought, ya.
Cropped out, out springed, Otha' way, gotcha.
No way to stick to authentic ways, flopped, yuh.
I thought I'd be ridin' the social ladder like a dragon.
Isolated to IT, gone.
Conform just like a prawn.
I was told the other day to blend in like a clown.
Switching colors, chose the blue maze.
Became great prey to my own idealistic say.
Goddammit, I guess I had to play sick and stick to the lone way.
I don't know where to go.
I'll just rot, yuh.
In this dirty circus road.
I'll just rot, yuh.
I don't know where to go.
I'll just rot, yuh.
Fuck being a clown to appeal to social standards.
Rain the streams of the pipes like the critters.
Hiding and tuckin' under each little hole.
No way to know that I'm under your nose.
Fuck, yeah.
Run it back.

Caught ya!

Every minute, every second.
I be bombing you motherfuckers living.
Munching on the packets with straps to my stomach like the filthy failures under my shovels.
Dug to the ground, no threatening, no perceptions.
All the enemies gone in a second.
Don't climb up to my level, my friend.
Cause every patron of mine, living in this planet
Will be pushing you down that you forget what a hills like.
Don't out the effort to hike.
I'm in the plane, elevating ryhmes to take off.
You motherfuckers are all knock-offs.
My skills are like a shaman.
Top of the scoreboard playing Pokémon, better than all your cousins.
I make you forget this rap game, changing you to a Christian who's also an Asian.
Two very things I don't see in this lane, on my very strive for fame.
You're all the same.
My musics all divergent.
So hungry for all the attention, don't need no repetition. 
My bars are so smooth unlike all the dolls under Company D.
Being corrupt.
Like the honey trap, drained of the sweets.
Don't make me repeat. (Word)
Don't make me repeat. (Biatch)

bomb

Motherfuckers facilitate.
Isolated by their own thoughts.
Emotions goin' all fake.
Drain water from the cups.
You need some n the other too.
Something, something, excuses blunting.
Complaining but you still got a roof.
Motherfuckers facilitate.
Isolated by their own thoughts.
Emotions goin' all fake.
Drain water from the cups.
You need some n fo' the other too.
Something, something, excuses blunting.
Complaining but you still got a roof.
These shitheads be complaining about some drug addiction they start themselves.
Bawling their eyes out, saying they life is harder, they fell.
Oh shit, too disrespectful?
My bad, I'll just stick to stacking 'em shelves.
And be one of 'em, lunatics or hypocrite.
Either or, sticking to lies.
All these centuries of improvements but we still make this shit timed.
Limit for time, but nothing for crime.
We all make this shit about ourselves.
I'm just the first to admit.
So drop down to the pit and display your, "Self-centered Antics".
"Self-centered Antics".
"Self-centered Antics".
"Self-centered Antics".
Ayy.
Ayy.
I heard of all the excuses you make.
Government too drunk of power to bake.
The three step recipe, ain't found in a lake.
I heard of all the excuses you make.
Government too drunk of power to bake.
The three step recipe, ain't found in a lake.
It's too easy, but even easier to blame me.
Easier to sell weed and plant that seed.
That let's you to perceive the notations and systems.
Found the crack of the code, but you decided to miss 'em.
Right at the top but you never blessed 'em.
You never blessed 'em.

Self-centered Antics

Tellin and sellin your souls below wi' no prophets in reach.
Who knows what holds the future of yourself.
Prone to be a mix of fine dinin' n lovin' it.
Slaved to a contract, gimmicks existing through a masquerade, you're nothing but another product on the shelf.
I hold everything in reach no idea of the possibilities that include killing in lightning speed.
I chase the glory of admiration through mastering all, nothing like a pawn in need.
The blue path may put me down back I will come back up because I am my own man.
Never took or relied on others, I owe like no doormat.
Tellin you motherfuckers I do all my shit.
I may not be the best but I own my shit.
I may suffer through the journey.
But I will never suffer eternally, cause at the end of the day, don't owe shit to lucifer.
Tellin you motherfuckers I do all my shit.
I may not be the best but I own my shit.
I may suffer through the journey.
But I will never suffer eternally, cause at the end of the day, don't owe shit to lucifer.
Labels jobs all taken in a sweep.
I'm like independent Robin hood.
'Boutta take a leap with the envy in a few years.
How are wannabe rappers co-signed for two o' ten years?
Booked in their heads yet they spout without DPS, waste of words being spent.
I'm just thinkin' what happened to my generation of rappers?
Comfort hugged you tight, so you let your golden progress hinder.
It's really disheartening to see such potential go to waste.
Despite the ability to change your circumstance, you keep face.
Workin all night making these songs, five-to-one-ratio, for what I'm dropping.
Always experimenting, I never fall back because I'm always learning.
Which is why I have to tell you that I keep on tapping.
Success may scoop me up after a while, however, only true passion delivers.
Tellin you motherfuckers I do all my shit.
I may not be the best but I own my shit.
I may suffer through the journey.
But I will never suffer eternally, cause at the end of the day, don't owe shit to lucifer.

Own man

Experimental Hip Hop, 2nd EP, "Boom Bop", released by ALL ONE.

Produced by ALL ONE.
Mixed by ALL ONE.
Mastered by ALL ONE.
Composed by ALL ONE.
Lyrics by ALL ONE.

Coming to Streaming Platforms soon.

bonus(og)

One, two.
One, two.
Licensed in this boom box, boom Bap with back-to-back hits.
In the Era of fusions, where heralds on petals resprout to magnetize bits with no shits.
Germinating the tales of ALL ones, with no way of knowing the sums.
Storytelling for generations, despite the say of an nineteen year old, ol' Dum.
Heeded the universe calls, the wise forty young trapped himself in the body.
Now with a tale left to tell n numbers to crumble, he yelled, "Jeapordy!"
All my goals will soon reach, so get that shit in order, till January 13th.
I am yet to see my true potential.
So for that reason I must not burn my stash beneath.
My living body like gold, high in growth with no idea of its worth.
As the years go by so does the value.
Can you stop prude means of attitudes?
For which I watch my life like it's a cartoon.
Many spoilt milks complaining about the fiber.
Too many take they pills to ensure their tough survival.
With no ideas of what it's like to be a still vegeta-boy (said like vegeta boy)
(33) I look not to the sky, but to my heart for the way I act in my life.
For what above is simply a guide, so you betta' get that right.
My faith ain't to pay to grace in the lake of fakes.
Jake again, in pen of pretends with no beheads, that's my take.
That's my take.

Ripened at the second season

bonus

I cannot let anyone disrespect 'em.
Jordan 9's, I'm 'boutta pulla a weapon.
If no respect then ima shank 'em.
Why we gotta do it this way, ain't we past this anthem?
I just, just, just don't understand.
We act with hate but can't be man. 
Is it really worth it?
Actin prolific, and ignoring 'em can give ya a perfect tan.
In the sun, vitamin d, sunglasses on', hit the crew.
With the lads, we don't give a damn.
Insults flatter me. (Oh no, they said)
Shallow wounds can heal. (Oh no, they said)
You cannot break me.
All this negativity cannot spread to me.
So that's exactly why I told this homa.
Just walk away.
Just walk away.
Just walk away.
Don't flatter their misery or talk away.
Just walk away. (Mhm, I said it)
Just walk away. (Uh-huh)
Just walk away. (Yup)
Just walk away!
Thought of botching the frivolous pop.
Comic plot, cookin this summer to a shitty top.
Take the cursor and make it crop.
So stop havin these negative pots, let it control and let it Pop!
Mayday ain't comin, betta pray today.
Payday sure feelin, stop the naggy strays.
Lettin, stepping, jumping, hopping, lapping over figs of imagination.
About to let out the commemoration.
Shit ain't so complex, Top flex.
Reppin a clock, props stop.
Doing it fo' myself.
Goin' for the muesli off the top shelf.
I got my own way of living so stop your pelts.
Just walk away.
Just walk away.
Just walk away.
Just walk away.
Just walk away. (Mhm, I said it)
Just walk away. (Uh-huh)
Just walk away. (Yup)
Just walk away!

LIGWILMW

Oh, I'm hated.
You break me too much, it's so tough.
Despite that... (despite that, despite that)
Oh, you break me too much.
You told me one day, in my brain.
Toying with me, just to substain.
All these negative thoughts, mirrors of us reflected by the sound of we were.
I wanted you, though I just want to fuck.
While I did, you hit and I ducked.
Felt like a prick, outside eyes digging me in.
But within, not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.
I didn't want to blow into pieces, deceived but I went in n' in.
Primarily cause, the feeling was brim and brim.
Overflowing my dopamine receptors, they cracked.
Fucked up cycle, I lacked, all other areas of my life.
Fucked down my life, ain't right.
Try to fix but did a line.
Resuming this lust cycle. 
Oh, I'm hated.
You break me too much, it's so tough.
Despite that... (despite that, despite that)
I want you, music.
I want you so bad.

I want you too much

"Enter your dreams", they say.
About to tape in a chronic state just to pray that all the thoughts are fake.
Awake!
Then lay the apricots in a tuck of luck, hindsight initialized a bunch of stuff.
We know the regrets of the past hazed through the mist.
Comin and entering in a pleasing way, that's the jist.
Like Lubra the celeb at the back of my head, spiking back in aloof modus.
Crack they back, hittin' of old age though "i" Kenny thoughts came with dread.
So behead the way of forgettin simple song like a spell.
With Tin tin n' RRT, "All is well".
He was known to the public as a hopeless necromancer.
Slaughtered the poster that appeared in a psychiatrist manner.
Old thoughts connecting with the new.
Didn't want to self destruct because of a few.
Falcons he never cared 'bout yelled "shout!"
Otherwise venting the obscure visions to his humble tree higher ups.
Peeps keep sheeps afflock in a wok, punching bags down abroad.
No real connection except useless bashes of sayin "Tuff!"
Oh rad fit, sand it, then land shit.
Throw in pit, or slip another few with sips.
0f blood, cold but no way to preach, or teach.
That's just the way it is with peach.

The dream reunion

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