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Art by @finalgirlsoph

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Haikyu!!

Low fire, long breath.
Athanor hums in the chest.
Lampblack lungs, winter tongue,
watch the ash confess.

Solvet, softly,
Coagula blaze, but a patient kiln.
Soot to soap, guilt to lye,
let the cleansing in.

Soot marks the places my silence slept,
coal script under ribs where the frost was kept.
Old heat folded in iron skin,
a forge remembers where it’s been.
Salt is witness, smoke is vow,
mercury moves like a now within now.
I don’t beg the dark to go, I bid it melt,
stir the slag of what I felt.
Fuligo, fulcrum; pressure, poise,
quiet labor, fewer noise.
Not thunder, not spectacle, just breath and heat,
iron snow falling on the street.
Burn what you bore; smelt it to light,
fold and refold till temper is right.
Quench the blade in the truth you own:
if it cuts, it’s grown.

Through the sootfold I go, slow,
hands black, but the pulse aglow.
Little by little the soul will know:
even the dark can snow.

Sot and snow, let the heart lay low,
eira on the coal till the embers glow.
Sot and snow, slow bright, slow true,
from gloom to goleuni, I’m coming through.

I sift old names like cinders in a pan,
keep what warms, let go what never ran.
The bright melt hums where the chill once fed,
a whisper rising through what’s dead.
Alembic patience, drip by drip,
habit unthreads, old skin slips.
I unlearn the metal that loves my rust,
oil the hinge of a stubborn trust.
The sootfold taught me to hold the weight,
the dawngrain whispers: wait, just wait.
Heartfire flickers like straw in sun,
you don’t rush what must be done.
Not a sainted shine, not a spotless hymn,
just clean enough to begin again.

Lampblack to ink, ink to oath,
oath to breath, breath to growth.

Snow on the forge, and the hiss says stay,
every flake is a way to pray.
Not for a miracle, only a field,
where ash turns soil and the soil can yield.

Sot and snow, let the heart lay low,
eira on the coal till the embers glow.
Sot and snow, slow bright, slow true,
from gloom to goleuni, I’m coming through.

No crown, no stone, just knuckles and tone,
a steady metronome of bone on bone.
Burn what you bore, smelt it to light,
carry the small flame into night.
When the breath shows white and the road is thin,
open the door and walk back in.

Soot to soap.
Snow to hope.
Hand to heart.
Start.

sot and snow

ARTWORK BY ME
SPRING BREAK IS HERE ENJOY <3, im also turning 21 tomorrow! so this songs a perfect fit for my mood RN 

shouts to :
https://soundcloud.com/iamnotlanceloot
https://soundcloud.com/kaseyandre
https://soundcloud.com/teeawgo

Grwn.up ft. Kasey Andre & THIAGO (Prod. Sir Lanceloot)

Shoutout the god Tsuruda - https://soundcloud.com/tsuruda

www.kill-bill.net
Twitter - @iamkillbill
MUCH LOVE FOR FUCKING WITH ME, I LOVE YOU.

THE THRAX II [Produced by TSURUDA]

special thanks for getting me to 100K plays on here! that's incredible 0.o  <3
infinite thanks to the homies who helped on this joint! 
follow them please ;)
@atlas
@kingbenjo
@boxlogobeto
@mannypeace

my lyrix:
lvl. up!

haha
act like i actually won 
yet in reality its false
and I’m happily dumb 


on the edge of this precipice
 no nemesis 
cause
we keep watching 
the crevices 
that are
never lit
plop
the sound of my fist hitting cement 
cop
the counterfeit 
bills
caught on the net
or in the vents
encountering 
many villains on this quest for glory
this the story of some kids known for 
poor neglect
and 
morbid 
sense 
but by the morning we will all be more than dead
 this is RPG shit
so you know we’ll move ahead
please 
do not start with me kid
yung mcafee 
pocketpick 
and nab yr key 
now hide yr bitch  
yr majesty 
say hujili 
then proceed to see
 the masses flee
ha
likely its 
a tragedy 
when me and the homies roll thru 
its such a malady in fact
like a cold war nuke 
more like fluke 
pull more juice
new shiny spurs on my boots
loose 
blue 
shoelaces
in the spaces 
of yr mind 
im making magic son 
and yr mistaken if you tried 
to get past this one
acting like you so divine 
but you an asinine punk
and we them alkaline hunks 
just hit like level 55 and now we slashing these thugs 
when in
 truth its really nothing and I’m hacking a lung 

 
haha
act like i actually won 
yet in reality its false
and I’m happily dumb 

haha
act like i actually won 
yet in reality its false
and I’m happily dumb 

lemme just say we
hope you feel it
this aint real life homie
but we try to be the realist 

lemme just say we
hope you feel it
this aint real life homie
but we try to be the realist 


and
anyways 
all this poetry’s appealing
so i stick to spitting sixteens 
and focus on the ceiling 

cause any day
now
I’m floating in seas, 
swimming in the ocean breeze 
and tripping off potent leaves 
haha
god damn life sucks when you’re OP
never stop challenging yourself
thats my motif 

act like i actually won 
yet in reality its false
and I’m happily dumb 


lvl up ft. atlas and king benjo (prod. by m a n n y. and beto)

Cause when I'm dead...

bars from @buddhaheis
and bars from @kimbalang
beat by @lxced-4
engineered by @nyodus
album art by evrit.sike instagram.com/evrit.sike


Lxced. x Buddha x Kimba Lang - Deaded

Somewhere in the Middle [prod. Mittens]

hunger (feat. Sk, the Novelist) [prod bsd.u]

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @atwood

Produced by: 
https://soundcloud.com/soundsofadream

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@chriswrightotj & @iamsamsa

Stay tuned on our Social Media

twitter.com/offthejumpmg

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and by visiting www.offthejvmp.com/

Lyrics:

Back seat
With a nasty
Yuh.
Cover girl
I'm just being blunt
She likes rolling til her toes are curled

Passing
Yeah we classy
Check.
This material
On the way up
We be goin to another world
×2


On the way up
On the waaaaay up, with you
×4


You told me you were different
Not the same inside but the same image
Not the same set of eyes that i lay witness 
The change that you made is it the way that you framed finished
I could've stayed in it
You didn't want to
Now I'm breaking all these old habits like junk food
Now I'm waiting for the slow pass that'll come through
And until then i guess I'll just do what i want to

On the way up
I could see the faces
I could see the make up they paintin onto the changes
I had found myself on the way I'm glad he could make it
I'm happy to say that
I always knew i could handle changes 
I used my brain you played with Saint Laurent
Instead of bandaids you used Louis Vuitton
You knew he was onto something 
Even though he was off
He on the way up while you hangin at the beauty salon


Back seat
With a nasty
Yuh.
Cover girl
I'm just being blunt
She likes rolling til her toes are curled

Passing
Yeah we classy
Check.
This material
On the way up
We be goin to another world
×2


On the way up
On the waaaaay up, with you
×4

Atwood - Back Seat

V![Part II] Prod. by Pastor Keith

art by @saintkales
featuring @headhaunter

lyrics:
In it for the ride, yeah I'm no one/
Living out of sight, yeah I'm no one
Giving up my light, yeah I'm no one/
Stressing all through the night, yeah I'm no one
In it for the ride, yeah I'm no one/
Living out of sight, yeah I'm no one
Giving up my light, yeah I'm no one/
Stressing all through the night, yeah I'm no one

I've been talking to myself for way too long/
I've been dealing with a feeling way too strong/
We all in it, sometimes we fall in it/
Sometimes we stall in it, I chose to crawl in it/
Hard enough to shine with my brothers/
No time to stand out, so whats the plan now?/
Hide in plain sight while wearing a bright color?/
Mask a sharp mind behind my slight stutter?/
Just another day walking in my NB's/
Stomping round town while I'm feeling kinda empty/
I'm still walking while these niggas on 10 speeds/
Laughing on their handlebars nigga don't tempt me/
To pull yo ass off, I can't ride a bike yet/
I'm not worth the hype yet, I'm not afraid of heights yet/
I'm just full of spite yet, despite that/
The solo slowbro feeling I am psychic/

In it for the ride, yeah I'm no one/
Living out of sight, yeah I'm no one
Giving up my light, yeah I'm no one/
Stressing all through the night, yeah I'm no one
In it for the ride, yeah I'm no one/
Living out of sight, yeah I'm no one
Giving up my light, yeah I'm no one/
Stressing all through the night, yeah I'm no one

One of many growls in that menagerie, vibrating exhibit glass/
spinning in an umbra that's shrinking fast, 
I can see that pinkish slab of meat's under cooked/ 
bullet meets with the foot in a finger snap/
Dali painted eyes, everything these shaky hands have touched is misaligned/
haven't tried to find the crux, nah I just crystallize/
in my basement suite, behind a forest of exhaust pipes/
lacking foresight, bloodied curtains always drawn tight/ 
long nights, and hundred year days /
passing at a blurring rate on upwards curving planes/ 
where I mimic movements of my yesterday's self/
smell the imitation sulfur in this second rate Hell/
avant-garde torture methods, envy's never in a short supply/
"reinvent yourself" logo etched on every poor design/
that thought to fly in gale force winds, those individuals/
all land here crumpled in the dark alleys of peripherals/


In it for the ride, yeah I'm no one/
Living out of sight, yeah I'm no one
Giving up my light, yeah I'm no one/
Stressing all through the night, yeah I'm no one
In it for the ride, yeah I'm no one/
Living out of sight, yeah I'm no one
Giving up my light, yeah I'm no one/
Stressing all through the night, yeah I'm no one