https://soundcloud.com/bigpicklebeats on the beat, masterfully
https://soundcloud.com/boof-radley on the raps, decently


Guardin' State (prod. BigPickleBeats)

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @headhaunter and @iamsamsa

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

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@iamsamsa

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i’m not your average superhero, 
i don’t wear a cape or tights
and you won’t catch me slinging webs through cityscapes, 
i’m scared of heights
i’m not your textbook superhero
i can’t levitate or fly
but if you pass the sunday crossword, I won’t hesitate to try
i’m not the type  of vigilante who goes off avenging homicides
more the kind to just correct your comma splice,
constructive criticism supervillain, yes, i’m honest when I prompt advice
but even when a novice writes I always leave my comments nice, 
leap buildings in a single bound, y’all should see the way my fingers race
through city streets of letter keys whether double or single-spaced
faster than a speeding bullet
if you’re talking words per minute
write so comprehensive each bullet loin t holds the world within it  
power like a locomotive, discipline of sage strength 
essays that I write are twenty pages past the page length 
not the man of steel but when i sit to write i’ve got no kryptonite 
as long as i’ve got coffee i can sip tonight 
call me cyclops, i’ve got laser vision page revision,
not a next-gen x-men, but i’m crazy with the red pen  
mutant when I’m writing, yes, my drafts have got evolving genes
watch me wielding clauses like I'm wolverine

I’m not your average superhero, I don't mask my voice like this/
secret identity's dull, I don't see a point in it/
I'm not out here to save the world on day/night protocols/
I just take my Pryde in sentence structure, phase right through the walls of text/
polished, read a second time, kind of like Professor X/
but I read essay lines instead of minds until they're all correct/
triple check that proper punctuation ends it/
perfect verbs with fantastic nouns like Ben Grimm/
spin webs of any size and catch a reader's attention/
nab plagiarists like flies, I write with tingling senses/
swing right overhead with lines of super tensile strength/
fingers type like streaks of light, whether past or present tense/
I arrive just in time, type more than Cyborg/
not Robin, no red or green underline eye sores/
I channel Raven, write in style of Edgar Allen Poe/
no green eyes, but tackle any beast of rhetoric that you know/
they can call me any hour, but they view it as a lesser power/
when my essays get an A on top, like Avenger's tower/
in the meantime I think I'll go into hiding/
a reckless vigilante with his helmet on, still writing/

Headhaunter x samsa - Superlative Heroes

Written by: Reed Pake & https://soundcloud.com/atlas

Produced by: Rabbit House (https://soundcloud.com/rabbithouse)

Mixing & Cover Art by: Ibrahim (https://soundcloud.com/ibr)

Mastering: Blindsightmix

Sample Credits: Hidamari Sketch OST (10) Shinmiri (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v30L5S3vX1k)

Aimless (ft. atlas) - Single

Spotify/Apple Music

Aimless (feat. atlas) [prod. rabbit house]

Prod. @abembeats
Mix. @ibr
Art. @passive155 (on twitter)

Lyrics:
Forest falls with beads of sweat, you've been chopping trees again/
you've been talking sweet revenge, with disembodied feline heads/
you can feel it in your molecules, it swirls inside your bones/
you want a world of your own, so you can burn it down and grow/
but the roots, they writhe like tentacles and never let go/
axe head will lay those pesky woods to rest with death blows/
don't choke or cough on fluids in your helmet, red bones/
and murder weapons swept up in a millisecond, get thrown/
around in flash floods, don't nod off, knock knock/
have to meet the quota like, chop chop, chop chop/
all your dearest friends are horizontal trees/
you barely eat and rarely sleep, mountains bottom row of teeth/

It's all you've ever known, cus it's all you ever do/
and it's all you'll ever know, cus it's all you'll ever do/
gather the forest and rip it all down/
until that dim blue sun has winked itself out/

You're looking so stagnant, transfixed on red stars/
blunt hatchet, you're scratching nonsense in dead bark/
lifelong interlude, trenchfoot, ships all set off/
on strong winds that had blew, while you're stuck in dense fog/
still swinging, still chipping it forevermore/
never make it to the sea, never with the rest ashore/
rest assured, you'll be here 'til you're one with the forest floor/
as some forage forced to fork your fortune over for the force/
of nature at your door, knock knock, vent a little bit/ 
let your arm extension fell the mess your living in/ 
woodchips explode, puked out the head of an axe/
make it blot out sun, and then you'll get to relax/

Chop Chop

Sick prod. by https://soundcloud.com/xmittens
mixed by me

Naturally prod. by https://soundcloud.com/ntourageephekt
Featuring https://soundcloud.com/teeawgo
mixed by me

Lyrics:

I'm sick of rappers
My note pad been takin prophylactics
I'm sick of acting
Opaque as if nothing really matters
I'm sick of asking 
if i went what would've happened
Convinced it ain't worth the hassle
Like I'll just land in my castle right? 
I'm sick of bad advice and won't take my own
I sit up afternight with pads and write these neat little poems
Get each of the moments to sit tight so they have a nice home
I'm sick of actin like home is a place that I've never known
Cuz all along... mom and dad just want me to grow
And i didn't know it at the time but see they know that you won't (that's real)
See, we the type of folk that got a different kind of dialect
I promise when you find this you'll sub track like minuses
Can you find a sec to like this shit
I'm chillin with Midas while the pious poppin percocets
Or at least the so-called, self titled, hell's rivals
The sickening faux cause, to say they know god, but never upheld the Bible

Lookin for good looks
Got none now they bookin
Lookin good to a non believer though 
These demons is shooken
I felt crooked
Got better posture now
Posted up and boxed em out
See most of yall act hopeless or walk around with ya pockets out
I'm sick of the sadness
Sick of throwin away my assets
Sick of leaving my happiness up to someone else's actions
Cuz that shit got me to the lowest lows I've ever felt
And now I'm higher than ever because i learned to know myself
And i love that dude
But i used to say fuck that dude
Cuz i was that dude
Just always doin nothing new
So i tried to switch a bit
Change it up and get rid of it
I used to be sick of myself until i just got sick of it 
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I kept the bars rationed, now i got strep throat
I was dreaming bout the top my homie told me let's go
We went to Colorado and climbed a couple of mountains
After driving for hours shit rejuvenated my prowess
Nature's got powers, and i believe that fully
Came in contact with her out there and this is what she said to me
If you pushing I'm pulling
Aint got no time for no fooling
All of your scars are like gullies
To show you what you're enduring
You're weathered but you're still doing
Now you can tell them your stories 
You got the strength to keep going
And that outweighs all your worries 
I mean this waters the healing component shouts out to Mick
It breaks you down to rebuild you so you can say you have lived
Like i am here
And i am this
I am that which exists
I am cemented in time
And i embrace the abyss 
I live my life through these rhymes, lines, the scribbles and scripts
I tend to shine when the vibes right, and that's how it is, shit

[THIAGO]

It's about that time
The rays intersect with the dial
Yeah I'm sunnin em like, RA
Blessed be the child 
Inhaling breath of the wild when the rules high
Breakin parameters we shatter what they call the blue sky
Nothin is funny but, way too many lols in conversations
Speakin with god, way too many lulls in conversations
My chalice is never half full but half vacant
You saw, so don't get chained when you adjacent
I don't play games, not for em like fraggednation
Those who make the most moves tend to lack patience
Wanting to make a splash
What am i wading in the water for?
Hesitant order, tell the waiter let the water pour
Twirl my straw round and get seasick
Don't see the big pitcher, i see each sip
With each scripture written, i break it down to the prefix
It's in my double helix
Naturally

Sick || Naturally, feat. THIAGO

part 3 of sisyphus, i finished what samsa had started writing, then got chris to rap it


Lyrics:

I was here before nothing you know you existed 
I'll be here when everything you knew is gone  
I made you in my image, thought of you as children, 
Thought that I was finished, I admit it though, I think I'm wrong

You were naive to think that you were the first
I was naive to think that you'd be the last
Pointless at best, and more than cruel at worst,
I've talked to you like this a thousand times in the past

I was never born, will never die, I've seen your kind through heaven's eyes
Since Genesis you've been inventing pens to write and genocide
And just to spend the time I kindled light from the dark
Then from mist and chaos I created life from a spark

I fashioned storms and galaxies and DNA from spirals
Balanced tidal waves, planetary rings and solar cycles
And coded every photon, atom, evening, and morn
Made you out of clay and light and fire just 'cause I was bored

But though I've combed the multiverse there's nothing but monotony
The same-old mass-extinction now no longer even bothers me
So I'll uproot a pillar of creation or two
or maybe cause a trillion supernovae just to reboot

Set off interstellar fireworks from antimatter bombs
Then hatch a cosmic egg from scratch to yield a brand-new dawn
And though it always ends the same I've got no Elysium
In this infinite existence to alleviate tedium

But maybe life's absurd and I just need to rebel
Despite my certain fate it doesn't mean that it's hell
So I'll keep molding solar systems, that should be enough
Rolling boulders in the Holy Kingdom til the sun comes up

Sisyphus III?????

special thanks to @lijofficial, @lordmatador, and @cloudzzz for this one. 
it's been a long time coming

days go by ft. lij (prod. risky patterns)

Bugs Life

Contact Book (Prod. Lo'Fi Boy)

LISTEN ON YOUTUBE: https://youtu.be/SvwhKDrld9I
LISTEN ON SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/track/0wKcW516d4GjgfRWxkKWFE?si=2B1u_xYtR4aYIGZEiI5NMA

Funny thing about motivation.
It’s not a week long seminar 
at some beachside resort and spa. 
Ice breakers with nice strangers. 
Distrustful trust falls. 
Seven easy, twelve easy, 
twenty-five easy steps and that’s all. 
Some people need that. 
A format, a road map. 
They’re so lost about where they wanna go, 
they don’t even know where they’re at. 
And it works. 
But once you dig yourself out of that hole, 
it’s not like the film ends and the credits roll, it’s- 
The funny thing about motivation is it’s not a party. 
It’s not a drum beat in your chest 
echoing through your body. 
Each day isn’t a dragon to slay, 
a battle for your army. 
Temporary life mottos 
scribbled in permanent Sharpie. 
Some people need those. 
Credos. Words to live by. 
Metaphors and allegories to fit yourself inside. 
And it works. 
But take away the glitz and the guts 
and let that luster get a little rust... 
The funny thing about motivation is… 
is that it’s disappointing. 
All it really boils down to 
is strengthening your inner voice 
and that’s not loud, that’s not bright, 
that’s not an interesting story. 
Books don’t get written about 
small personal victories 
because that would be boring. 
But small personal victories 
are what’s truly human. 
Funny thing about motivation is that 
it’s not a crowd chanting over moving music. 
It’s a single pat on your back saying, 
“You can do this.”

It’s muted.
It’s quiet. 
Sometimes it’s silent.

Funny thing about procrastination. 
Sometimes it's not 'cause you're lazy. 
Snoozin' your alarm so you can stay asleep 
every day of the week until the due date's reached. 
Stayed up all night to turn it in late, incomplete. 
Some people do that. 
Who can't? 
Chapter 2 Math 
sounds so much sadder than 
afternoon nap. 
So you don't work. 
But it’s not just putting off for later 
so you can watch some vlogger’s day first. 
I heard somebody 
who studied decision making 
for years get asked, 
“Have you gotten better at 
making decisions in your own life?” 
He said no. 
Right? 
Like if he was researching this whole time, 
how does he not know by now? 
But the funny thing is
being smarter doesn’t make you more productive. 
You just get better at justifying your poor judgement. 
More convincing excuses. 
More lenient sentences. 
Better intentions to pave the road to hell with. 
All this to say that I’m not lazy. 
I just trust that tomorrow me 
will be wiser than today me. 
Blindly, faithfully. 
Trusting the process. 
But if I give it all to God, so to speak, 
what have I got left? 
If I keep pushing the deadlines back, 
I’ll be dead by the time I react. 
And that’s not laziness. 
Or maybe it is that. 
Funny thing about procrastination. 
It hits back. 

It’s a tought fight.
And I’ve lost sight. 
But I’m still tryin’. 
I’ll be alright.

funny thing [prod. by mr. master]

I need to see my footprints.

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Mixed & mastered by Disjointed.
Produced by Sin7ven.
Art by Sin7ven.

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Footprints ft. mr. master

lyrics: https://genius.com/Thiago-lil-lua-lyrics

prod by @kyrigo
mix by Thiago
written by Thiago

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