just a small rap i wrote to this track for fun. audio may be a bit scuffed. i dont own the beat or intend to profit from it. beat is cold flour by bona fat. all rights to the owners.

rough lyrics

its like cold rain drops lonely nights this fight for life never stops but still hasn't begun they gone to find no more left time
erase away the stain given that day could change and rearrange all they fates and id blame my own mistake to take away all they heavy pain today may i rise and wake up ascend high below skylines horizon eagles fly break wind to fake them emotions swell inside deep where the hate lies
the truth deceived far behind written lines im deprived somehow i wrote the path to shine above the rest
depressed cant pass these test's this death its seeped below the shores of eager hope to closed off from the pack
how many times will i take the wrong path? Answer this question before i fucking blast off of a shot
i offer you liquor and ash just too get fucked up they all off on harder drugs mean mugs
its still means nothing to some crumbs they leave behind along the road has shown most among where to clench deep and hold on
the volts shocks so strong the rhythm flows on long after we all gone the beat forever stay strong
its with the motion the vibe is somethin so livid a power chosen to find passed down to us its given people a reason to listen
to a vision thats lethally different sound of a medication for mental imprisonment given this resentment a sentiment

where hate lies -- cold flour -- bona fat -- layyzz rap edit

just a small rap i wrote to this track for fun. audio may be a bit scuffed. i dont own the beat or intend to profit from it. beat is rainy day by Yeiv and lyrics are leaving the past by immortal technique

lyrics

They told me I would never make it, I would never achieve it
Reality is nourishment, but people don't believe it
I guess its hard to stomach the truth like a bulimic
Its a dirty game and nobody is willing to clean it
But this is for the paraplegics, people dreamin' of runnin'
Ladies married to men who don't please'em dreamin' of cummin'
Verbally murderous like David Berkowitz when I'm gunnin'
Some cowards on the internet didn't think I would sell
Scared to talk shit in person, cuz they stuck in a shell
And couldn't understand the pain of being stuck in a cell
Hell is not a place you go if you're not a Christian
It's the failure of your life's greatest ambition
It's a bad decision to blindly follow any religion
I don't see the difference in between the wrong and the wrong
Soldiers emptyin' the clips at little kids and they moms
I'm just like a desperate motherfucker strapped to a bomb
Humanity is gone, smoked up in a gravity bong
By a democrat republican Cheech and Chong
Immortal Technique, you never heard me preachin' a song
I'm not controversial, I'm just speakin' the facts
Put your hands in the air like you got the heat to your back
And shake your body like a baby born addicted to crack
And since life is a gamble like the craps tables at Vegas
I freestyle my destiny, it's not written in pages

I hate it when they tell us how far we came to be
As if our peoples' history started with slavery
Painfully I discovered the shit they kept a secret
This is the exodus like the black Jews out of Egypt
I keep it reality based with the music I make
Blow up the truth to your face with the style I run wit'
Like the navy missiles that shot down flight 800
I'm like the Africans who came here before Columbus
And from the 15hundreds until after the model
I watch Latin America get raped in the sorrow
You see the Spaniards never left después de Colón
And if you don't believe me, you can click on Univision
I never seen so much racism in all of my life
Every program and newscast, all of them white
It's like Apartheid with 10 percent ruling the rest
That type of stress will make me put the fucking tool to your chest
Step in my way nigga, I wouldn't wanna be ya
I burn slow like pissing drunk with Gonnorrhea
I'll do a free show in North Korea, burning the flag
While Jay Edgar Hoover politicians dress up in drag
Tryin' to confuse you, makin' it hard to follow this:
Capitalism and Democracy are not synonymous
You swallow propaganda like a birth control pill
Sellin' your soul to the eye on the back of the dollar bill
But that will never be me, cuz I am leavin' the past
Like an abused wife with the kids, leavin' your ass
Like a drug addict clean and sober, leavin' the stash
Unbreakable Technique leavin' the plane crash
I'm out with the black box and I refuse to return
I spit reality, instead of what you usually learn
And I refuse to be concerned with condescending advice
Cuz I'm the only motherfucker that can change my life

Some people think I won't make it
But I know that I will
Escape the emptiness
Cuz that shit is slow and it kills
The flow and the skill
I made y'all believe that it last
You can make the future
But it starts with leaving the past

leaving the past -- Yeiv rainy day -- layyzz immortal technique cover

1.  Madrigals Of The Rose Angel - Harold Budd
2. Great Pumpkin Waltz Vince Guaraldi Trio 
3. Tree Among Shrubs - Men I Trust
4. Tokyo Story - Ryuich Sakamoto
5. 잔디 - 박광수
6. Ocean Beat - Tosca
7. The Key - Tosca
8. 7 Seconds - Ryuich Sakamoto
9. Heartbreaker - Crazy P
10. Veccar - Bandalos Chinos (Letra)
11. iknowhowifeel - Parcels
12. Mystical Night Love - Toshiki Kadomatsu
14. Nighttime - Re:plus
15. One Dream - Uyama Hiroto 

Music, Photo by me

26th Nov 2023

Winter Road Radio

just a small rap i wrote to this track for fun. audio may be a bit scuffed. i dont own the beat or intend to profit from it. beat is
we'll see the world by breeze wax - all rights to respective owners.


rough lyrics




somehow your always stressin about what your not and somehow im always good with myself and what i got
and you now seem worried bout these measly possessions and what others have always seem to keep you stressin
somehow you worried bout another mans bitch accept it youll never raise your own damn kids
and somehow your still looking for others to help, and somehow youve never learned to help your damn self
somehow your still a fucking weasel even after all the shit weve been through, your now giving in too
i dont blame you, tho homie reality tough, it can lock you ina rut, seal you up, but dont go nuts
they break free from the pains seed todays needs justa pipe dream they fiend n bring weed and another harsh substance
they got little but somehow with tha rock its always in abundance they plundered they own hurtful vengeance we then lift tha mist
unraveling times vail im frail but stood up even after i fell, and thats how tha mind sailed far away from this eradicated paper plane stained paper trails to maintain they may fade but these days stay changed they change a heavy weight
refrain from a bad intention never known to mention fake bitchs poppin prescriptions
 while the baby eatin alone in tha kitchen but the truth is out now its known in tha whole crowd
the sun goes down an tha winter breeze creep in deception seem to beat men the fractures cant reseal when a frame weakens
free him hell blow away todays the only chance to rise better to live fast than to slowly die deep inside



somewhere god i know your still alive n there
clothes stripped cold bones the body bare
they look back n glare to reminisces on the past the glass half empty dripping cups of envy sent me to the next spot
a drop top cruisen tha coast we gotta toast to real ones out slinging tha slab mad minds boast like old folks
we roast upon a higher plain still the young guns the young love the ones that strive to reach the way far below our feet they try n leap but yet still far outa the beasts reach my fist penetrate deep now buried beneath 6 feet of sleet hell ice rain wind n snow make a once warm heart burn n grow cold yo under the old trees now failing leaves had lived the past but the never the newer side of things leak into my body blood now has been combined the light shine down upon the holy shrine i find no more fucking time for alpine liquor or swimming within the shallow flow they know things never told ill hold back for a minute and let em take me for second n show  the mind slow but the heart beat fast to grasp a new vison slick for the quick brick know to flip music lyrically swift to kick mad beats n make a young heart shift pitch

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyi2ngLDCyU&ab_channel=layyzz

sum of the stars -- Breezewax -- We'll See The World -- layyzz rap edit

the beat is not so bad (leans gone cold) 3 dope brothas - i just wrote to it and preformed it for fun.
 i dont own the beat and i dont intend to -profit from it.


rough lyrics


there's honey tonight
there's money inside of her eyes
there's honey tonight
there's money inside of her eyes
there's honey tonight
tonight we'll both die
well die for the money tonight
tonight tonight well die 
die for the honey inside
there's money inside of her eyes 
tonight well die
there's honey tonight
there's money inside of her eyes
there's honey tonight
tonight we'll both die

everything i did and everything i wanted has been destroyed the hallways now empty im haunted by the ghost of a past kiss so why should i even live but god ill still live this life anyway anyone try to get in between that they'll face these facts a hard path still trudge through this 
life with my rucksack, never get my motherfucking love back and i didnt even exist im pissed this clenched fist spread the crimson mist ima fuck this up
nothing anymore makes sense, ima take my time come back with better hit, its a better track man the vibe is hot, and i hear its not what you wanted, but tonight im not the same that i once was, this flame inside my heart set me free of obstructions, gotta find myself again theres nobody else to nail back the loose pin, grow some tough skin and man see where it takes ya, and nobody really ever seen a damn savior, know what goes on inside i hate ya, more than ever man i hate this self destructive path ive taken, but i need more shit ill never get enough of insults
i cant trust my own thoughts, take you for your word, ill live like a robot, because thats what you want you cant stand a question,
keep me guessing on which direction to forward attention, but fuck this risky business im living im fucking these women, they blame me for sinning, the demon has sent him, resenting the facts im a blemish, the earth surface scorches the children, creating the villains by millions
im stacking some dollars, but land getting hotter i foster dark feelings that once hid inside, now have all fell from gods ceiling
the tingling spine froze the nights become chilly, behind my own doorway i see something standing, they reach out to hand pain i dont want to take it rejecting new pleasure the heart confiscated 



there's honey tonight
there's money inside of her eyes
there's honey tonight 
tonight well both die
we'll die for the money tonight
tonight tonight we'll die 
die for the honey inside
there's money inside of her eyes 
tonight we'll both die
there's honey tonight
there's money inside of her eyes
there's honey tonight 
tonight we'll both die

still eagerly shoved it in, pushed deeper till embedded fully propaganda ive read it,
 deleted reality has defeated the rally of heathens but seated a terror far greater more evil a tangible weapon created inside of a dark revelation
now bore a new hatred within master enslavers, they steal digital signal pencil sketched the simulated sinew, spilling the infused chemical imprint, reactions only within a few dimensions, now multiplied into mental stimuli

there's honey tonight
there's money inside of her eyes
there's honey tonight 
tonight well both die
we'll die for the money tonight
tonight, tonight we'll die

money honey -- Not So Bad (Leans Gone Cold)  -- layyzz remix

just a small rap i wrote to this track for fun. audio may be a bit scuffed. i dont own the beat or intend to profit from it. beat is daydream by float 11. all right go to the respective owners. this is just for fun.
rough lyrics

....blood in the cauldron...

his chosen right, gold divine light, streaking scythe, flight escaping heavens sight,
tonight i write a poem to be sewn into tha garment worn wrought torn on the perilous moon,
whom the ones of structure, those chose to fight the dark obstructer,
that smarmy fucker, go figure its a one shot, we fly then we take their tip, another trip to dip
down below of whats a human function, reflex to the coordinates subject to a cluster, bust her open, then we open hearted, dearly departed, farther than any soul had charted, off of the coast of your spiritual soul, take break an hold of the human structure, desolate of a true combustor, that nothin can muster on, dark days of assumptions seem to keep the mind at bay
we stay in a place thats hardened bombarded by the daily rupture, to trust her then capture a picture of her dearly surrender, i hindered to the blades of tha blender, such splendor to seem withered then turn shallow as dust, i just cant seem to hold it up, frozen folding overburden loathing thrown to the leak within the trash heaps, black blood creeps deep, think we he, the man of change can be something to see free, blame the game, plans dont seem to ever shape... me

...blood in the cauldron...

his chosen right, gold divine light, streaking scythe, flight escaping heavens sight
tonight i write a poem to be sewn into tha garment worn wrought torn on the perilous moon,
whom the ones of structure, those chose to fight the dark obstructer,
that smarmy fucker, go figure its a one shot, we fly then we take their tip, another trip to dip
down below of whats a human function, reflex the coordinates subject to tha cluster, ill bust her open, then we open hearted, dearly departed, farther than any soul had charted, off the coast of your spiritual soul, take break an hold of the human structure, desolate of a true combustor, nothin to muster, on the dark days of assumptions seem to keep the mind at bay
we stay in a place thats hardened bombarded by the daily rupture, to trust her then capture a picture of your dearly surrender, hindered to the blades of tha blender, such splendor to seem withered then turn shallow as dust, i just cant ever seem to hold it up, frozen folding overburden loathing thrown to the leak within trash heaps, black blood creeps deep, think we of he, the man change can be, something to see free, blame the game, plans dont seem to ever shape... me

...blood in the cauldron...

blood in the cauldron -- day dream float 11 -- layyzz rap edit

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

just a small rap i wrote to this track for fun. audio may be a bit scuffed. i dont own the beat or intend to profit from it. beat is rhapsody by july from in ya mellow tone 15 goon trax . all rights go to the respective owners. this is just for fun.

rough lyrics


x4
someone gotta teach the kids, so ima do it
someone gotta speak the truth, i move fluid
so fluent in my actions that words dont gotta prove it
im a break the cycle of hate, i move through it
cuz ima be myself, if not id rather die
couldn't be a fake or phony, even if i tried
i ride late nights with the rhythms of the mind
we stuck together as one now... we congruent
mixing pain in the pot with love, we see it stewin
smoke coming out, it plume a tune of newness
so who this a being of light, best to choose it
dont loose it or the chance be gone, there's nothing left to see
be free with the heart, the mind deep as the 7 seas
but this part seems so hard to find when you cant breathe
gasping for life but the air isn't really what we need
a greater purpose to set your self free, dont ruin it



tune of new - Rhapsody July - in ya mellow tone - layyzz remix

just a small rap i wrote to this track for fun. audio may be a bit scuffed. i dont own the beat or intend to profit from it. beat is weather overtone from kenichiro nishihara . all rights go to the respective owners. this is just for fun.

rough lyrics

giving thanks to my god
thank you
even though i haven't been strong
thank you god
for all you do
thank you



All i wana do is jump and hop to the beat, tired of only the grey skies that Ive seen, wana notice something more take note of the beauty, golden light pink hues make a soul seem moody, shifting myself as I sleep at night, cant get comfortable no matter how hard I try, somethings off it's now a great predicament
Times of the essence and im oh so sick of it, what can I do to change this path? move past the daunty mundane stained grass, blossom out some petals with color, vibrant lead sent in the letter from my lover, red in the title but nothing has matched, I was alone again waiting for time to pass, these feelings they fade, ones I can't grasp, laying down now i slink back in my bed, words and beats running wild through my head, am i dead because i dont know what's with the living? life is a trail and mines down for the killing, wasting years this rap ain't very neat, no one listens to the sounds and words that I speak, often alone so the thoughts tend to weep, keep em locked up inside, jail cell prison of the mind, will they escape or stay shacked with no key?

They say im the same please stop living in the past, can I move on God how long will this last, i thought I was strong and fought on hard through the blast, cold winter shocked stuck in my slumber I awoke, to the rhymes written through the cracks in my tone, aint got no home, so I'll still keep pushing for a spot in the better place, i let em hate, erase the pain like tunes to my heart they be leaving the stain, one I can't cover up with a simple touch, id rather be living true than living it up, and yes I still rust with them days and nights, and if I can't find who I am then who is right? What's the real truth when no one can seem to hear? I don't wana live my life if its filled with fear. I just wana find the sounds that be pulling me near, ever opened up just spilling out blood, my purpose is forgotten but it's one I've loved and held so close, in these last days I still find thankfulness though, for that of flow and the days that come, allowing me to be myself and watching over your son

give thanks to my god

give thanks to my god
god i have not been strong
give thanks to my god
god i have not been strong
give thanks to my god
god i have not been strong
give thanks to my god
god i have not been strong
give thanks thanks thanks to my god
give thanks to my god
god i have not been strong
give thanks to my god
god i have not been strong
give thanks to my god
thanks thanks thanks to my god
god i have not been strong
give thanks to my god

thanks to my god - weather overtone - kenichiro nishihara - layyzz remix

just a small rap i wrote to this track for fun. audio may be a bit scuffed. i dont own the beat or intend to profit from it. beat is evensong from the album moment in life by seasons' end . all rights go to the respective owners. this is just for fun.

rough lyrics

you tell me that its in you
you tell me ill make it through
you tell me just how to choose
you told me the wrong things to do
you told me that i can prove
all the things that would make me move
you tell me that its in you
you tell me ill make it through
you tell me just how to choose
you told me the wrong things to do
you told me that i can prove
all the things that would make me move

sometimes i really dont wana be alive,
id rather die, when i look into the mirror i dont see no eyes staring back
its like an empty husk, id like to get hit by a bus cuz there aint no one to trust, i glance to my left and to the right at the same time, walking the same line, things dont seem to change just the time of the day,
and this ones the end, i hope i dont go fast id like to relish the feel
never felt much before, do you think ill enjoy the kill? even if its my own pill, one i can see, a person may live long but he dies when the people leave, even if its on the inside the only part that breathes, fresh air to to take to the chest, if life is an essay im known to fail the test, and im not guna lie to you, apparently, i didnt do my best

you tell me that its in you
you tell me ill make it through
you tell me just how to choose
you told me the wrong things to do
you told me that i can prove
all the things would can make move
you tell me that its in you
you tell me ill make it through
you tell me just how to choose
you told me the wrong things to do
you told me that i can prove
all the things that would make me move

you told me it was you but it was me, your living in a dream life aint a fantasy, i did the deed, i wana die and maybe not see 30, 28 now and the world just seem dirty, to that of a lone soul, but the sad fact is one of choosing my own road, ill pay for this choice while taking the stroll, it was i who should have died alone laying in the cold

you tell me that its in you
you tell me ill make it through
you tell me just how to choose
you told me the wrong things to do
you told me that i can prove
all of the things that would make me move

sometimes i really dont wana be alive
id rather die when i look into the mirror i dont see no eyes staring back
its like an empty husk id rather get hit by a bus cuz there aint no one to trust, i glance to my left and to my right at the same time, walking down the same line, things dont change just the time of the day,
and this ones the end, i hope i dont go fast, id like to relish the feel,
never felt much before, do you think ill enjoy the kill? even if its my own pill, one i can see, a person may live long until he dies when the people leave, even if its on the inside, the only part that breathes, fresh air to take to the chest, if life is an essay i was known to fail the test, im not guna lie to you, apparently, i didnt do my best

its in you - seasons end evensong - layyzz remix

just a small rap i wrote to this track for fun. audio may be a bit scuffed. i dont own the beat or intend to profit from it. beat is we are from the album many reasons by joseph jacobs. all rights go to the respective owners. this is just for fun.

rough lyrics

all i want to is
be my...
all i want to is
be my...
all i want to do is 
be myself
all i want to is
be my..
all i want to is
be my...
all i want to do is 
be myself

whats with this life am i right or am i wrong yo?
seeming like i been on the right track but wrong road
i fight facts and stay strong all through the songs flow
can i really be myself if its a person i dont know?
what has the world shown when i tried to blend in?
they pushed me aside as if i died, tossed to tha wind
no friends not a single soul to help me fit in
i been home swimmin in a bowl without no fins
and how long can i cruise down a road with no end?
i gotta fill up this hole up before i turn beast from man
had a peaceful plan, things dont always go the way of a god
got lost and trapped down inside the sod, i grip my leg i couldn't jump no matter how hard i tied, i wanted to run and hide but a man aint got no time to cry
you know the people pry they wanna get at your soul, expose your fears that way you cant make it home, alone on the shoal watching the waves as they crash, i had to pick up my boots and stomp through the ash...

all i want to is 
be my...
all i want to is
be my...
all i want to do is 
be myself
all i want to is
be my..
all i want to is
be my...
all i want to do is 
be myself

often wonder why, my god how am i guna survive, i watch others as they thrive, i try to dive deep, but seem my life still aint got the right jive, its in the wrong vibe, im living, i dont know how to listen, but please just one more time could your light glisten? shine bright upon the window pane for one to see, im in the wrong lane again, i beg you set me free, ive lied to you, stolen glory, ive hated others, distorted their story, my life been super stormy, a truth of hate, one not based in your flesh, if given one more chance i promise to do my best, and theres nothing else that i can say, my face is sullen battered with sadness as anger fuels my rage, i swim through blackness trapped in my own cage, ive chosen the wrong place to move, wish that i could change this path, and ill do anything, divert the crash, please lord just give me myself back

  
i dont know how
be my..
i dont know how
be my..
i dont know how to be myself
to be myself

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