BUSTURBALLS (ft T-Choppa) (p. jxyln)

Produced by NAVIGATORS CREW; Jeremie SARZIER p/k/a MY JAM
 BEATS (Collaborator); Gerry Cros p/k/a GERRYCROSMUSIC (Collaborator); Norma Prods p/k/a NORMA
 PRODS (Collaborator)

lyrics/rapping - layyzz

im not alive i dying inside of my mind, i find no time, dying, i need some time by myself, dying alone, i dont know who i am anymore..out of control

im trying in this life to fight off the darkness that seeps into my soul, i hold on for dear life while they shouting this anger, it breaks my young mold

nowhere to go
nowhere to go

dying... 
dying inside of my mind i find no time, dying, i need some time by myself, dying alone, i dont know who i am anymore...anymore...


dying...
dead but im still here livin off of the ground ill still be kickin missen beats aint part of tha mission, close your mouth n please try to listen, aint shit changed times seem different, sickening visions of doom surrounding thats impending heart start pounding oh shit they found me, whats life worth without a reason, season of giving so i give em tha finger my new reason for living, im dying alone, this winter has fallen, cleaving away the stone golem, grows the pain staining the winner for his own folly
late December onto mid august, snow has been droppin, flows dont seem to hold on stronger, dont fold, i know we can all make it out with swollen pcokets
glock i cocked it back, 1 in the hole, itll explode, tipin your toes, surely youll realize with one in your dome, on your way to home to gods throne

im runnin a game they stop it yooo, often they seem so cautious no? easily walk the path but not the road, they offered me time to puff the glow, but too often they lostin the signal that beams, they dreamin of money the finer things, behind the mute bars on the ground you can sleep, then offer to sing a tune, open the angles wings but whom really is he?
the evil has stricken a wicked so livid they livin like matches in patches of grasses, the blades of hades shake the ladies body baby she my hottie thotty very naught i ee godly killin them bars like john gotti... but im still dying



im not alive im dying inside of my mind, i find no time, im dying, i need some time by myself, im dying alone, and i dont know who i am anymore

im trying in this life to fight off the darkness that seeps into my soul, i hold on for dear life while they shouting this anger, it breaks through my young mold
im dying.. alone..
im dying.. alone..

Dying Alone

Produced by NAVIGATORS CREW; Jeremie SARZIER p/k/a MY JAM
 BEATS (Collaborator); Gerry Cros p/k/a GERRYCROSMUSIC (Collaborator); Norma Prods p/k/a NORMA
 PRODS (Collaborator) 

lyrics/rapping layyzz

my mind banned from the service when they all stand
my own faults in these action that i didnt plan
they dressed up as black suits line the pew
its an open flame vigil candle light line the room
 watch em carry box as they go there separate ways
 to the back out in the rain aint no time for me to complain
seems we've shed off of the day, but they offer me nothing but pain
feelings inside have been fleeting away, now that we bleaching the stain,
closer to faulter my darkness been holstered with one in the chamber
they think ima a danger.... still tappin play on them bangers
musical slanger cd changer, gods givin angel 
blood in the basement to please stay seated while i spit
doesn't it make you sick, that i know that you hate this shit?
all of my time you wasted it, most of the time i hate you bitch
rest of my day be thankful when im sittin alone just cutn a mix
im convinced that im the one that you miss, my demon kiss
pressed up against your lips, dont try to push me off of tha cliff
just incase my anchor slips, beats n jams risen my soul up the lift
mics now the only bitch im willing to spend my time with
im lying bitch im just a dying kid, 
im buried within so why the fuck cant i dig myself up out of this?

my mind banned from the service when they all stand
my own faults in these action that i didnt plan
they dressed up as black suits line the pew
its an open flame vigil candle light line the room
 watch em carry box as they go there separate ways
 to the back out in the rain aint no time for me to complain
seems we've shed off of the day, but they offer me nothing but pain
feelings inside have been fleeting away, now that we bleaching the stain,
closer to faulter my darkness been holstered with one in the chamber
think ima a danger.... still tappin play on them bangers
musical slanger cd changer, gods givin angel 
blood in the basement to please stay seated while i spit
doesn't it make you sick, that i know that you hate this shit?
all of my time you wasted it, most of the time i hate you bitch
rest of my day be thankful when im sittin alone just cutn a mix
im convinced that im the one that you miss, my demon kiss
pressed up against your lips, dont try to push me off of tha cliff
just incase my anchor slips, beats n jams risen my soul up the lift
mics now the only bitch that im willing to spend my time with
lying bitch im just a dying kid, 
buried within so why the fuck cant i dig myself up out of this?

my mind banned from the service when they all stand
my own faults in these action that i didnt plan
they dressed up as black suits line the pew
its an open flame vigil candle light line the room
 watch em carry box as they go their separate ways
 to the back out in the rain aint no time for me to complain
seems we've shed off of the day, but they offer me nothing but pain
feelings inside have been fleeting away, now that we bleaching the stain,

my mind banned from the service when they all stand
my own faults in these action that i didnt plan
they dressed up as black suits line the pew
its an open flame vigil candle lights line the room

Candlelights

Produced by NAVIGATORS CREW; Gerry
 Cros p/k/a GERRYCROSMUSIC (Collaborator); Jeremie SARZIER p/k/a MY JAM BEATS (Collaborator); 
Norma Prods p/k/a NORMA PRODS (Collaborator) 

lyrics/rapping - layyzz

late nights break lights, we fight tha fake life
i resign, im done trying
im to poor to pay the fine, and i dont know, i dont know why
im dead, dead inside, i try so hard to find 
who really am i?
stay up and outa bed and outa sight
put it over my ears and let the rhythm ride

im outa thought ima outa time
formaldehyde of fountain rhyme
deadly shit your bound to find
down the line the judgment chime
in on such of a repugnant shrine
you ask me how im doing kid 
but you know the preacher fine
teach her blind, show your worth 
a thousand dimes, even if it hurts sometimes
show your shine, with tha bars defined
please dont blow your shot because you could die at any moment
and only very few chosen to hold it, they break past they limits
the dont go the distance, the wicked never seem to listen

late nights break lights, we fight tha fake life
i resign, im done trying
im to poor to pay the fine, and i dont know, i dont know why
im dead, dead inside, i try so hard to find 
who really am i?
stay up and outa bed and outa sight
put it over my ears and let the rhythm ride

but we riding for some dollars
and a hope that bitches holler
never claimed to be the baller
but im quick to jump to squaller
hell rider major evil
sound bites considered lethal, dose to much to take
people just seem to fake, thinking its a waste to change
man i cannot relate 
them beats seem to bake a man
but money dont make a man

late nights break lights, we fight tha fake life
i resign, im done trying
im to poor to pay the fine, and i dont know, i dont know why
im dead, dead inside, i try so hard to find 
who really am i?
stay up and outa bed and outa sight
put it over my ears and let the rhythm ride

Dead Inside

Produced by Uncomplex

lyrics/rapping - layyzz

yo they dont really know nothing bout me
hoes wanna come and flock to me
noooo aint worried bout nothing but tha glocks and keys
they guna come fuck with the urgency
im stuck submerged with the boat at sea
cannon ball sized whole in the bow
im proud still somehow survived the nights chime
daylight just proves of the dying times
in the blood of Christ no light shines
it mists the air so i walk alone 
i sense the glares of a darker tone
open your mind ima dive inside
what in the fuck would the madman find
i cant any longer live in this state of being
ive been shown the plans that im a seed 

once planted inside of the garden of Eden while heathens still breeding, delivering greetings to his holy people, they fighting the urges committing great evil, they slaughter the bastards and hand him tha gavel, diminishing power return to the owners of cowards
been showered in riches of grandeur, so now that i stand here the eyes are wide open, jaws dropping lower than previous tokens they handed, the savage the bandit a vandalous scavenger that ravage tha planet, the people are running they standing no longer, the nights become colder the days become hotter, the suffering martyr, from what they selfishly gained, blood stained rage spray paint the sands of yesterday

once planted inside of the garden of Eden while heathens still breeding, delivering greetings to his holy people, they fighting the urges committing great evil, they slaughter the bastards and hand him tha gavel, diminishing power return to the owners of cowards
been showered in riches of grandeur, so now that i stand here the eyes are wide open, jaws dropping lower than previous tokens they handed, the savage the bandit a vandalous scavenger that ravage tha planet, the people are running they standing no longer, the nights become colder the days become hotter, the suffering martyr, from what they selfishly gained, blood stained rage spray paint the sands of yesterday


yo they dont really know nothing bout me
hoes wanna come and flock to me
noooo aint worried bout nothing but tha glocks and keys
they guna come fuck with the urgency
im stuck submerged with the boat at sea
cannon ball sized whole in the bow
im proud still somehow survived the nights chime
daylight just proves of the dying times
in the blood of Christ no light shines
it mists the air so i walk alone 
i sense the glares of a darker tone
open your mind ima dive inside
what in the fuck would the madman find
i cant any longer live in this state of being
ive been shown the plans that im a seed 



seeding the babies, they grow up get weeded straight out tha system, within us we listen to headed directions, obsessed with possessions, neglectful of passions, 
for deep understanding we solo tha mission, a product of self that been cooked in the kitchen
then placed on a shelf, as we switch our positions they flippin the scriptures to write of our hits, they ride on our dicks in this mix
get vexed they twisted by facts
can go back my soul has turned black 
if the past was a looking glass its one id gladly smash
watch the cracks as my blood covers the hands in a mask
its a bath and im cloaked in the blood of a gods ash

once planted inside of the garden of Eden, while heathens still breeding delivering greetings to his holy people, they fighting the urges committing great evil, they slaughter the bastards and hand him tha gavel, diminishing power return to the owners of cowards
been showered in riches of grandeur, so now that i stand here the eyes are wide open, jaws dropping lower than previous tokens they handed, the savage the bandit a vandalous scavenger that ravage tha planet, the people are running they standing no longer, the nights become colder the days become hotter, the suffering martyr, from what they selfishly gained, blood stained rage spray paint the sands of yesterday

Martyr

 Produced by NAVIGATORS CREW; Jeremie SARZIER p/k/a MY JAM
 BEATS (Collaborator)

lyrics/rapping - layyzz

i fly fast, they dont really wana test these
beats rhyme bass, aint it funny how i change shit?
my life pass in the blink of all your anguish
high tide so grasp to the moment of arrangement
im fine actually, didnt need your pity bitch
life in the fast lane, they took off all the brake disk
we gone find our way without fame, it dont mean shit
it dont mean shit
it dont mean shit

i fly fast, they dont really wana test these
beats rhyme bass, aint it funny how i change shit?
my life pass in the blink of all your anguish
high tide so grasp to the moment of arrangement
im fine actually, didnt need your pity bitch
life in the fast lane, they took off all the brake disk
we gone find a way without fame, it dont mean shit

actually factually a clinical dependency
im high off the beats and im getting geeked
they just dont see what the music mean to me
the melody leads my teeth to ecstasy
please take a seat, i see the blood leaking it all underneath of me
the heathens see a better week than all of us will ever lead
its unfair as the heavens be
we still find ourselves just following 
earthly praise be for a better day 
the birth of rays burn brightly into rain

i fly fast, they dont really wana test these
beats rhyme bass, aint it funny how i change shit?
my life pass in the blink of all your anguish
high tide so grasp to the moment of arrangement
im fine actually, didnt need your pity bitch
life in the fast lane, they took off all the brake disk
we gone find a way without fame, it dont mean shit
it dont mean shit
it dont mean shit

actually factually a clinical dependency
im high off the beats and im getting geeked
they just dont see what the music mean to me
the melody leads my teeth to ecstasy
please take a seat, i see the blood leaking it all underneath of me
the heathens see a better week than all of us will ever lead
its unfair as the heavens be
we still find ourselves just following 
earthly praise be for a better day 
the birth of rays burn brightly into rain
into dusk
into night
ending light
end your life
no rush
tonight

i fly fast, they dont really wana test these
beats rhyme bass, aint it funny how i change shit?
my life pass in the blink of all your anguish
high tide so grasp to the moment of arrangement
im fine actually, didnt need your pity bitch
life in the fast lane, they took off all the brake disk
we gone find our way without fame, it dont mean shit
it dont mean shit
it dont mean shit

i fly fast, they dont really wana test these
beats rhyme bass, aint it funny how i change shit?
my life pass in the blink of all your anguish
high tide so grasp to the moment of arrangement
im fine actually, didnt need your pity bitch
life in the fast lane, they took off all the brake disk
we gone find a way without fame, it dont mean shit
it dont mean shit
it dont mean shit


Dependency

Produced by NAVIGATORS CREW; Jeremie SARZIER p/k/a MY JAM
 BEATS (Collaborator); Gerry Cros p/k/a GERRYCROSMUSIC  (Collaborator)
lyrics/rapping - layyzz

 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane
 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane
 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane
 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane

but what i want dont matter cuz im already dying they say that they been trying
id rather them be dying evil eyes up high they be spying denying
any sort of action click n clack the action slam it backwards ready for a tassel
or any type of hassle a has-been or what have you a gift of god named Matthew
i stay bent at tha church pew but dont let the gods make a fool of you
deep inside of a casket you cant fit 2 
it seem they be just pull em in tombs
consumed by doom but really who am i?
what lies behind the closed eyes
to find a diamond in these rough times
its worth than a whole entire mine
ima out shine ima outlast the pack with gats on blast
cant ever go back to that trap focused on tha cash 
money bomb blow big when tha stacks dont crash but stay fat
i may smack her ass on tha hennessy following the path that no others lead
guzzling lean hollow point impacts barley dodging the spleen
damaging dreams of things i think they got me fucked up
i strive to change the theme into one of good luck

 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane
 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane
 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane
 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane

gangsta bean up in this hoe
this a fuckin murder show
off the top you n---- know
im colder than an eskimo
fresher than tha ice im in this bitch just chillin like some snow
im fallin like the flakes you know a n---- do it like a pro
them freestyle skills yea they on point
im on tha microphone just killin shit like i rolled a joint
i got it to my lips im smoked out
open scoppin rappers bouta make some shit happen
boy im preachin what i practice
always on this rappin
and moneys what a n---- stackin
gotta problem with it ima pull dat 9 out and get to clappin
lyrical bullets im foolish but not full of shit
i pull tha stick and empty out tha whole clip into one of ya hips
im realer than tha rest im better than tha best
now put me to the test im layin rappers to they death
tha reaper comin for them next
i said i kill this shit im iller than the illest bitch
im realer than yo bicthes tits and like a fucking crucifix
im in this bitch...yea

 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane
 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane
 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane
 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane

yo something inside of my hearts been dead a resurrection of god without bread
words stain the soul but bear no hatred, cadavers mis figured by ancient tablets
no lights in the city but the paths stays lit, no fighting this pity while im clenchin my fist
when pissed off the beasts just deal with it, spill blood to kill the sickness
smash gas pedals break past limits, within tha web we're trapped up in it
times of the essence and will never replenish, invest in yourself or become the menace
smash gas pedals break past limits, within tha web we're trapped up in it
times of the essence and will never replenish, invest in yourself or become the menace

 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane
 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane
 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane
 all we want is money and more time to puff tha propane



Pro-Pain

Produced by NAVIGATORS CREW; Gerry
 Cros p/k/a GERRYCROSMUSIC 🔵 (Collaborator)
 ; Jeremie SARZIER p/k/a MY JAM BEATS (Collaborator); 
Norma Prods p/k/a NORMA PRODS (Collaborator) 

lyrics/rapping - layyzz

im on the road i dont fucking care ima twist this mix ima pitch this snare
im off the track now back home, im fucking tired im all alone
im on the road i dont fucking care ima twist this mix ima pitch this snare
im off the track now back home, im fucking tired im all alone

days on the road burn taking wrong lane turns
phase sow to dirt, skirt around another corner 
she said profits dont stack like that
your pockets aint fat just relax and take a drag
puff and pass it slow so we can make the time last
i aint running laps in a mouse trap for cash
splat goes my life right in front of my eyes
hop inside the ride for a late night drive
im not sure where the path leads but take my hand 
well go max speed passing these lackeys think they have me
id gladly smash the gas pedal and boost metal to change my level
supersede the previous devils evil drop steeped in poisonous nettles

im on the road i dont fucking care ima twist this mix ima pitch this snare
im off the track now back home, im fucking tired im all alone
im on the road i dont fucking care ima twist this mix ima pitch this snare
im off the track now back home, im fucking tired im all alone

much deeper down is a part that ive hidden accept this transmission requited permission
late December of embers that burn through thine wisdom
i hinder to passage of written letters returned to sender
dont you ever send another you dirty mother fucker
because in truth ill never forgive you or any of
soldiers you sinners sanctified within burning timbers
i watch it all wither and wash away to a memory of the mind
that ive held locked in grey
the colors dont run they only stay the same
the wheels of life roll the hum we once lonely sang
of the endless pits too fall down
 we somehow rose up out of this spring

im on the road i dont fucking care ima twist this mix ima pitch this snare
im off the track now back home, im fucking tired im all alone
im on the road i dont fucking care ima twist this mix ima pitch this snare
im off the track now back home, im fucking tired im all alone


Lonely Road

Produced by Tayajoh
lyrics/rapping - layyzz

I cant find myself anymore a drop in the puddle for me to absorb
Forget who i am as the days go by, drown me in drops, just watch me die
I cant find myself anymore a drop in the puddle for me to absorb
Forget who i am as the days go by, drown me in drops, just watch me die

Its a sunny day just a puddle and a drop
The sun rises up as though do my crops
Its all in due time with the rise to the top
We aint guna stop the demons just guna rock the baby in the cradle 
Aint no Cain and Able but able to get it when i need it
The music the great achievement released it hot to the masses, they need it slow
Bleed out fluid straight molasses, like a fountain flo out from the skin
Tips of pens penetrate the ink page buried deep within the sin
Nothing left but time could mend this
Im fractured and torn to pieces but they offended
Its just another drop in the puddle of their bully pulpit
Call in the fucking reinforcements, engagements to stage this frighting display with
Torches of banishment confined to the penance of a cell they built bricks in
Now bust walls down to escape, insanity a place called prison
Could find somewhere deep within the mind hides the sacred shrine
Touch the stone to bind all ties with the stars 
Soul gazing endless eyes
Transparent tones displaced through the holes patched together flown
across shoals stored segmented detached from me
Face the facts and accept that life could be ugly
They cashing check money trying to advance way to fast but surely crashed
Bags stacking green thinking life made so easily but ending in screams
Aint the way to be, but they seem to accept it, the malnourishment of progression so now They Negatively impacted and affected, no pity but im born a stressed kid
Baby and the empty bottle addicted to rejection, was a has-been now on the path of Positive reflections

I cant find myself anymore a drop in the puddle for me to absorb
Forget who i am as the days go by, drown me in drops, just watch me die
I cant find myself anymore a drop in the puddle for me to absorb
Forget who i am as the days go by, drown me in drops, just watch me die



A Drop In The Puddle

Blew Up

I make tracks in an invented language in various genres
Watch me it will pay off
I set my own rap game
An unnoticed industry Legend

small town rap for the quiet mind. 

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