THE J.D.M PROJECT (I Cant Handle It REMIX)

Best For Me (Prod.BIG SPICE)

Best For Me (Prod.BIG SPICE) M

Super soaker, animatic, skulking like a codeine addict, coke and bowls upon his floor and a pookie on the couch.
And a groovy poster motion magic, moody mutes on blow and acid, primo is their prison as they slippin inside out.

Blackout buddies cut it up n chit and chat and sip their cups and cusp upon a problematic hustle in they blood. 
Amidst a rustling of leaves, he see a ghostly memory of wicked poltergeists reprising haunts he never should've loved.

Acid tabbin, cabin fever, serotonin agonism.
Addy smashin, pain reliever, pre-reuptake inhibition.
  
 [Super soaker, animatic, flat and static, inner vision.
Human eater, ether baggin, paddy wagon, destiny.
Cruising across crackheads like it's practically an intuition.
Human eater, venous trackin, nasal vasodilating.]

Live life find the love that you wasted.
Waste time like the life that you hated.
Black hole at the bottom of a basement.
Back home in a cabin fever, days went-
"Bye-bye" where the mind and the flesh meet.
So high, like it's "climb for the fresh meat".
Inside, a soul had invited a bestie and lost all control when it brought "not your pet's leash".

Super soaking, animatic, shadows in peripheral.
Highly sacred isolation, patterns flowing backwards won't-

[STOP RIGHT NOW! PUT, YOUR, HANDS ON THE GROUND!]

Blackout buddies cut it up n chit and chat and sipped their cups and cusped upon a problematic hustle in they homes.
Amidst a rustling of leaves, he thinks of ghostly memories of wicked poltergeists reprising hunts he never should've seen. 
Love,
-everything once held dear that'll kill you,
every fear left unchecked that'll spill through, 
every year next that your head feeds ill wounds,
each mere breath as it crept to a filled tomb.
Reach deep down, into depths that elude ya,
recluse moved to a boundless illusion.
Pounce on a prayer make it prey to a movement.
Lose thy mind when its sight is occluded.
Fever on high and the cabin intruded,
eating the mind it inhabits- intrusive. 

[Human...Eater...
Cabin...Fever...]

Super fever, pixelated, burning brain hallucination, molding inner vision coaxing parallax to split.
And groovy theatre pictures playing, broken tooth, lymphatic drainage, pistons popping overclocked, the vessel call it quits.

Blackout buddies cut it up n chit and chat and sip their cups and cusp upon a problematic bustle in they skull.
Amidst a rustling of leaves, he peak a ghastly memory of wicked poltergeists reprising that which he has never known.

.......

Get out, the roof is on fire...
Bow-chicka-wow and the flames grow higher.
Bass-line mix with a plasmid riser, shoot sparks through the wall of a skin that morphs.
Corpse- posed on the nightly.
Soul disposed of a flesh that binds thee.
Brain deep baked & the temp keep climbing, REM sleep state but awake by force.

...More than a creeper, scarecrow glare & a nightmare reaper, pulse on the floor while it breathe in deeply, underneath in a hole where the roast may peak up.
To a cabin fever...
And I- I think I need a...

Super soaker, animatic, stoking embers in the attic, ghostly apparitions inner vision inferno.
And a groovy poster motion magic, music from a distant past is, playing in the schism of sizzling cogs & servos...
It go:

Nervous.
With a lack of purpose.
It been lost in the sauce since a batshit verdict.
It turn back at the crossroad, cabin burning.
Burn facts where the moss go, frost aversion.
No chill how the thoughts flow, nil on the pop-smoke.
Still in the weeds and a fiend for apoca-
-lyptic seeds, polluted breeze, of doom to bring, it sip and seize and needs to breathe some-
-where along, the lines, of wrong, and right, it barks and hides and sparks a need to free run-
..inside out & down n' downer, there's the doubt in debt, in life in death in light regret, too deep-
..defeat, despair, discreet, disclosed to trees,
of burning rings, and leaves, it stirs and steams, unmercifully, emergency!
Emergency, is-
..burning, red alerting with the cabin fever!


Cabin Fever

This ones for all the hat thieves of the world.. 

Mac Miller - Wear My Hat (Pakti Flip)

Slice of the pie freestyle

Key To Be Based (Prod.BeatsBySarwan)

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

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