where’s Pink Morning, where’s can’t fathom?
can you fathom that I’ve changed and I’ve grown as an artist, (no way)
different parts and compartments of my artistry my art history,
comprised of many mediocre projects it’s bliss to me, (turbulent behavior was ass)

Turbulent Behavior put my heart on my sleeve,
Nobody gave a fuck, now can yall just leave,
fake as the fuck lunar money I’m on Starbucks, (this guy records a song in 10 minutes)
gave them up dumb as fuck Dave Blunts put down the cup,

I put so much work into these songs shit is crazy,
(Fuck CPO3, fuck CPO3)
nobody’s listening yall sleeping on me lazy,
(Fuck Christian, Fuck Christian)
wake the fuck up good morning I’d be saying,
(Fuck CPO3, fuck CPO3)
trust my shit is good I got 808s banging,
(Fuck Christian, Fuck Christian)

disrespected constantly in this music scene,
even my own collective is not so drama free,
was booted for a day guess just I don’t fit the vibe,
wondered how that happened I was just a chill guy,
(I was just a chill guy)

what happened did I fall off?
I start to think I fell off cause,
bitches say I fell off,
but then I start to think;
fall off, how bitch I’m a motherfucking saint?
(but the saints don’t even want me)

Moving away from emotional maturity (I’m going)
Nobody wants to hear about my depression (it’s boring)
yall are like the old man when it’s raining and (it’s pouring)
if yall sleeping on me it ain’t right im tryna tell you im (not corny)

Just tryna get a point across im showing,
Who I truly am no more ET persona,
No more TB aroma,
Just a fed up kid with dreams of Arizona,
where’s the rest somebody stole em,

got a dream I don’t dare say loud no more
got a team but I’m scared to reach out no more
got a name I created, then buried deep
had to carve a new face just to barely speak

I’m not tryna be the best, just to prove I’m not a mess
but I still obsess, I still second guess
I still scroll past plays like: “what’s success?”
I still type out texts then delete the rest

I said fuck it — this the only life I own
if they don’t ever get it, I’ll be rolling on
play the chords like the wind through a broken home
say my name in the echo like a motherfucking dial tone…
You along for the ride ive been building Rome,
I deserve a palace fucking golden for my home,

And as the world goes to shit and the bombs fucking drop,
there ain’t a noise a little pinch that can stop,
the violent escalation bitch I’m fucking scared,
I’m 19 I don’t wanna die and it’s not fair,

but I’m still Rollin On’
what else can I do,
I tried empathy,
I done walked a million miles in their shoes,

But if you’re losing you can’t just pick and choose,
Because you’re down and not up and you might owe dues,
To the Wealthy or the rich,
They’re as rich as a bitch,

And I’m pulling myself together piece by piece,
And I’m watching it pull back stream by stream,
America the Beautiful from sea to shining sea,
But I think we lost focus on what that truly means,

We are so far from where we started as a whole,
All that it’s left is is deeper in a hole,
One that gets harder to climb out of,
Day by day it gets harder to start up,

Because if my discography fades into ashes,
it won’t matter in the scheme overrun by Fascists,
Nothing Muzik it becomes a life on the run,
Seeing the bright light but the light is not a sun,

and if I vanish in the static no applause no dawn,
just know that I never stopped rolling on,

Rollin' On

cut the sad shit,
put my eggs in baskets,
keep talking shit you boy gon turn into a casket,

you think I’m playing your homie go head and ask him,
and I got vanc and ace too they carry around the Mac-10s,
damn

don’t even know why I’m rapping still,
seems like everybody’s got their own free will,
and I will do my shit as I please,
so please stop messing with me and stay at ease,

oh shit we got people coming (sound the alarm)
they’re at the fucking door don’t just sit and stay calm,
we needa get the fuck outta here we gotta move,
don’t be dancing around this ain’t no emporers new groove,

Close the blinds and stay out of their sight,
This is just like that other night,
to all the people saying Chinny you don’t act right,
I’m real you all fake fucks like a fleshlight,

(im too lazy to put everyone else's Kody didn't wanna do it)

4:33 (feat. YB NaNa & Colt Foety5)

ummm I guess this is where I start rapping,
walking down the street I see bitches getting nasty,
but lately I’ve been up and down tryna get happy,
but yall sleeping on me cause yall keep getting nappy,

um,
flowing like the water in Niagara,
or
flowing like the blood with viagra,
I’m
sitting down it’s time for me to stand up,
um,
they’re talking to me man but shit I ain’t understanding em,

cause they’re just blabbering they just keep talking shit,
but I ain’t hearing shit so they can keep talking it,
skipped a few classes my brain expand like collagen,
learn? curbstomp the only way im kicking knowledge,

How you got a $200 limit and got card debts?
These other rapper wack shoulda died in some car wrecks,
These other rappers dry as fuck they need some Carmex
It’s just me and A C E in the scene like the top a of card deck,

No Spades when I’m crate digging wear gloves to protect
Fake Diamonds on my neck fake gold but I still rep,
Go to Clubs tear shit up taking dollars from the floor and,
I Wear my Hearts on my sleeve is it stolen they got no respect,

But if Jack got Jill killed had her face red and black
He wasn’t Brave no ATLiens Outkast,
Royal Penis on the King shit is clean but no Ludacris,
Act a fool with my Queen royalty they saluted us,

Debit Card Face Card that ain’t ever decline,
you’re waiting on a few beats? get in fucking line,
I also gotta make sure you’re not a waste of time,
cause ima chef with some steak and it’s always paired rosemary and thyme,

Oh you don’t like me? Fuck you,
turn off the stream and slim down the views,
I don’t wanna end up dead on the news,
so I’ll clear and clean this up and I bid you adieu,
(Bitch)

Adieu

Because I was in a really dark place for a long time,
And I heard all their bullshit spewing in the lines,
The underground is dog shit the Midwest gets lonely,
When ace isn’t with me there enough just to hold me,

theoretically I could set up (bitch nah fuck that),
bitches fire shots at me? you know I bust back,
and I got the squad the saints at my back trust that,
Squeezing at the nipple of the bitch tit you Sucks at,
getting just a little wiff of ashwaganda rap,
getting just a little wiff of some hot ass blunt rap,

hubcap,
bum rap,
this that 
his mat,

we got all these different artists and you know ive been that,

And I was talking on some shit but I didn’t wanna get involved
And I was talking on some dick so I hopped up on the call,
Jamari wants me now said that he can’t ball,
This ain’t even a diss I just happened to hop up on the song,

goddamn,
another fucking payback with a twist,
motherfuckers pissed at me but who gives a shit?

get your brooms out  cause I’m going for that clean sweep,
bitches really be thinking then can beat me,
and I’m really boutta go for a three peat,
0 for 3 I am musically at least, (golly)

Hold up just a second then a motherfucking minute,
it’s the El Capitan and I got my own lieutenants,
Shoutout Jeezy for the lyrics but he needs some form of payment,
And I don’t got that kind of bread on me right now, (dang it)

bitches said I fell off that im past my fucking prime,
forgotten member of saints give a fuck about my time,
cause you be wasting yours standing all in that line,
at the bank or DMV that shit ain’t me no more inside,

bitch,
how could I ever leave,
hard I fucking better be,
that is not my pedigree,
moving shit that you can’t see,
Bitch

(im too lazy to put waryy's verse ;  Kody didn't wanna do it)

Constant Wind (feat. waryy)

this the kinda shit I was talking about,
dirty drums matte black coup get ‘cha cameras out,
drippy wet like water that’s some shit y’all like to brag about,
stamp and shout these bitches done let the kraken out,

that bitch smell like some fishy, that’s a trout,
hit up drizzy, told him I got that Millie Bobby Brown,
got her going crazy like will.i.am she twist and shout,

Oh my god,
Oh- my god,
Everyone’s telling me that I’m so odd,
All up in my face underneath my jaw,
I saw a little Mexican in me and he was saying

No mas y no menos,
tu follow mi carro problema tomorrow
you stand in my sorrow,
and I’m talking my shit and I just gotta say,
(you better back the fuck up and get out of my way)

I’m just reminding yall that I’m nothing you can fuck with,
cause
who the fuck is making beats like me (and I’ll wait)
who is there that can compete with me (and I’ll wait)
who in the underground attest to me (and I’ll wait)
are yall just hating secretly? (and I’ll bate)

like master,
Hating on me all still from that last year,
Think he hates me dude and I don’t wanna ask her,
Crazy Dude crazy life Mi Vida Loca on the mic,
Do this shit until I die with the saints a battlecry

cause I’m hard like rigormortis,
Rick and Morty,
Do you get the story,

birthday dinner looks savory,
think this is an allegory,
stop it ma don’t have to worry,
 Little boys writing his story,

they said I’m a mid rapper,
so I went and bent backwards.
on the beat cause I go crazy like a fat kid with a candy wrapper

cause I’m causing havoc,
and I didn’t even plan it,
I guess I’m on a whole other level and planet

Vatos Locos

Just another day in the life of a Chicano
and I’m walking down the street and la chota walks their beat,

Moving week by week,
Living day by day,
Doing what I gotta do to get my fortune and fame,

doing what I gotta do so they remember my name,
but it won’t matter if they all think I’m lame,
it won’t matter if they think I’m a Criminal,
it won’t matter if I’m purely expendable,

they think I ain’t smart cause the way that I look,
they ain’t know I’m in college and my nose in a book 
they probably think I’m a gang member or rapist,
Cause I got my dickies and my locs and I don’t say shit,

We don’t fake it we just take it,
And if I make it to 21,
I’ll be farther than most cause I didn’t die by a-

Another Day (feat. yungicystar)

You are the fire that the rain couldn’t drown, You are the roots that grew under the town, You are the voice when they silence the crowd, You are the moment they said wasn’t allowed.
You are the dream that your grandma could see, You are the future your father believed, You are the proof that the pain was a seed 
Now look at the tree, look at the tree.

I was never just the kid with the Dickies and locs,
Now I’m suited in purpose, I don’t joke with these quotes,
Told my younger self “you are and you always were,
Had to bleed to believe that my dreams had worth,

My grandma told me these beats were the best ever,
So I can’t waste them I gotta get my shit together,
My dad told me “you’re our ancestors wildest dreams”
Well damn I had no response that wouldn’t cause a scene,

You are everything they said you wouldn’t be,
You ain’t what they labeled you you’re proof that pain can bloom,
Got my Dickies and my Locs and i wear them for my sleeve,
Los Veteranos on my back for my team,

Even if there’s nobody I’ll always be on your side,
I’ll always have a shoulder safe for you to cry,
And even If the whole world tells nothing but lies,
Ill keep the truth with me till the day I die,

You Are

Stepped out the car in the city of my new life,
Didn’t pack much just a mic and harddrive,
And my Nothing Muzik CD for the demo live,
Banking on a dream that barely keeps me alive,

I always tell the truth even when I lie,
Not on purpose and I try I see the surface and I glide,
To the top of my mind and I see it all inside,
All the crying and the sighs but on the outside it’s fine 

So many people in my life most are recently,
Think about my future put a smile on fake decently,
I cannot stand personas having some fake decency,
I promise you it does not go by all that easily,

Frequently I have nightmares that often end peacefully,
Secretly I piece together parts and bits so easily,
They’re needing me underground in disarray and its not ok,
Because one day they’ll look back and see I was a visionary,

Looking at my stream numbers that shit is abysmal,
Bottom of the barrel I can’t even see a decimal,
Ace said not to quit I got talent I don’t use it,
So I made Nothing Muzik but I still can’t fuze it,

Abuse it, that’s what I do with the beat,
When I rap and I rap and im still with my feet,
Its like a giant monster I can’t defeat,
Tim Jones walked now he’s down six feet,

Now I can let these dream killers go and kill all my dreams,
Or use my ego as the steam to fuel my release,
pull back on the sadness and pull down my sleeves,
because nothing stops growing I am like a tall tree,

But I’m not gonna fold cause im feeling the strain,
I been drenched in doubt now I dance in the rain,
Got my scars out in daylight no need to explain,
I aint hiding my story just to make it look plain,

And I ain’t tryna pity me, I’m stating what it is,  
Just a kid with a voice and a vision in the mist,  
They don’t listen till you gone, it’s a fucked up twist,  
I could vanish in the fog and they wouldn’t know I missed,

Stepped out the car in the city of my new life,
got a show six blocks I’m running late I’m passing cops,
fans rush the stage and I ain’t even there,
open the gates and I climb the stairs and I’m there,

Stepped on the stage with the weight of my past,
Mic in my hand like it’s all that I have,
Nothing Muzik still spinning still won’t sell fast,
But I made what I needed now that feeling can last,

Stepped into the room in the city of my new life,
boxes full I’m starting up brand new walls I’m guessing up,
the sun on my skin I feel the radiant beams,
I think I’ve found what life really means,

The Way

Nothing Muzik is my third full-length project as CPO3.
A lot of this is me processing what it means to create when no one’s watching, and whether or not that even matters. You’ll hear callbacks to Turbulent Behavior and Extraterrestrial, interludes from friends and family, and a whole lot of different sounds stitched together.
Shoutout to LLTMFS. Shoutout to Bray, Ace, Cody, Kody, Waryy, Ajinn, Adam Nevala, and anybody else I’ve spoken to or worked with. 
Shoutout to anyone who ever listened. If this ends up being nothing, then at least it’s Nothing Muzik.

This album is dedicated to the remembrance of my friend Ashur, who tragically passed away, he loved music and we connected strongly through it, I hope all goes well friend I will miss you. I also dedicate this album to my grandmother who passed away, she was my rock and my guide and without her; i've been trying to find a way. I love both of you and hope you are both happier.

Christian's Outroduction

one thing,
two birds,
three stones,
4 words,
one thing what it is,
Just the saints we always live,
five stars,
six feet,
seven sins,
skin deep,
eight strings,
on repeat,
i will not suffer defeat,
off rip with a posse cut,
off this and I’m mocking up,
From no plays and Frito lays to full plates,
It’s so lame,
Don’t ever degrade the name,
IE? what a fucking joke,
We play the game just know the name
Long Live the Mother fucking Saints,

(im too lazy to put everyone else's Kody didn't wanna do it)

One Thing (feat. waryy, astrmani, & yungicystar)

plugg avengers 2k25 mixx

Constant Wind (extended)

STARMANI AMERICA
@yungicystar & @astrmani 
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TYLER ROBINSON [TWOVRT BOOLYMON THRTY]

zen w/ @astrmani #scoop (shxytsu forlez moneytees)

LIGHTER FLUID (FEAT. MANI) [PROD. ZEROFAULT]

ManaFeen archive https://soundcloud.com/g17s
#angelz
#Gh6ulKult
#sfb

a kid from Wisconsin who makes music.
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New tracks tagged #astrmani