@xmittens

had to re-upload

now i’m a shy guy
find i
twiddling my fingers
in the corner at a party
cus i’m bored of always starting
a conservation that dies
amalgamation devices
of getting people to talk
i’m wishing that i was psychic

she fiddling on her sidekick
probably texting superman
i’m watching how she move her hands
plotting all these who’s and when’s
fuckboys conducing plans, make her lose her pants
but given the chance, I'd honestly do the same

see i’m the bitch here, you can call me louis lane
and these strangers are my kryptonite, can hardly use my brain
no tricks up my sleeve cus my cards are all in play
and she tells me that i lost
i forgot what was the game

shuffle the deck again
mumble that we best as friends
and i agree whole-heartedly
but we can be benefriends
i won’t catch feelings
was never good at sports
or paying attention; never something that i could afford

i’m broke honey
no money to buy you flowers
or take you out on a date
we can eat out in the shower
that’s a 5-star restaurant
my god, wettest spot
didn’t expect rain
next date, bring an umbrella

but none of this happens...
i’m in the corner
twiddle thumbs, just imagining
i want you bad, miss
but you will never know it cus I keep it to myself
it’s like looking at a book
trying to read it on the shelf

crack spines
see if your energies match mine
blasting for this gold, striking matches in mines
when will i feel like the goddamn man again?
panhandling
this point i’d settle for mannequins

i front, but lately i’ve been lonely as fuck
and nobody’s got my back
no one holding me up
heart beating like this meat is just as cold as the cut
same lame twiddle patterning that flows through my thumbs

it’s never done
piano like thelonious monk
i twiddle thumbs
thiago is the loneliest chump
i twiddle thumbs
twiddle thumbs


Twiddlethumbs [prod. Mittens]

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

BRIGHTER DAYS

Somewhere in the Middle [prod. Mittens]

kumbaya (Prod. けｍ SURF)

Counting My Blessings (feat. Atwood) [prod. Negligence]

thank you for ALL the support 
mixed by @tevinwmusic
prod by @yungameba

music video: http://bit.ly/2yaRgA1


I like to think I’m well-equipped as any other average guy 
but I just can’t discover love and I don’t even set my standards high
on top of that, I’m camera shy, maybe I should opt-out of the dating pool
and be an undercover tinder samurai

cause I would rather type online than whisper in a dingy bar
and swiping left and right could be my new bushido ninja star
and I’m well-versed in virtual lovemaking ninjutsu 
on every profile pic I post, I’m posing with my shitzu
or flexing with my shirt off cause I heard that gets you hits too

Especially OkCupid, I’m like Eros or the cherubs be,
I pierce hearts of women with my cursor and my arrow keys
and disregard my Roman roots and choose a font that’s serif-free,

trust me,

 I’m a tinder bio brainiac
the way I kindle fire with matches, I’m a pyromaniac
on christian mingle, I’m a casanova,
if ya’ll don’t think so, y’all can ask Jehovah
check your inbox, he might send an answer over

I wish I had the muscles of a granite sculpture
I would log on ashleymadison and bang adulterers
I’m so lonely, I’ve considered farmers-only
just for someone’s arms to hold me
also, I’m really big on agriculture

but if I had that body of a grecian god
I would trawl on pof.com and use it as a fishing rod
and hope I don’t get catfish,
the fact is if I did, I’d probably play along cause god knows I could use the practice,

and if I’m aching for my roots, I’d visit shaadi.com
message islamic wahhabi hijabi hotties “salaam”
and sunni, shia, those are both denominations I respect
cause I just care for our connection, 

I don’t care about the sects

sometimes I uninstall my apps in reckless insurrectious rage
and then regret it while I check the craiglist missed connections page
and then I think that I should get out more and disregard my mobile cell
and get to know the local teller at my barnes and noble well
and check out what she’s reading while she’s charging up my total sale
and ask her if she likes the novel,
and once she answers, ask her if wants to grab some coffee or some ice cream waffles,
and she’d probably say that’s awesome, 

 I’d ask her when she’s off of work,

 she might answer “midnight”

 I’d tell her that sounds awful, 

what a bummer, and from somewhere
I might muster up the nerve to get her number,

 and I would ask her what her digits are
and if I play it right then I can disregard my ninja stars, 
say sayonara to katanas and my other weapons too 
and try committing by committing online dating seppuku

tinder samurai (video in description)

Upside Down Frowns (feat. Atlas)

Based on a tweet by jomny sun https://twitter.com/jonnysun/status/517461703630794752

Art and beat by me!

edit: thanks for 5k plays, I made it downloadable!

_________________

LYRICS:

He first learned the word "star" in a nursery rhyme
A verse sung to Mozart, a theme he heard every night
And when they told him to shoot for the moon he knew he would do it
Moving beside the planets, dancing to the tune of their music

Readin DK space encyclopedias, recesses missed
Each weekday at six, space episodes on PBS kids
He'd watch the comets flyin, learned at twelve to spot Orion
Read Dawkins, Hawking, Tyson, and then moved on to rocket science

Soon traversed the universe, flew unburdened, swooped and swerved
Left behind the rules of Earth and hung a right by Jupiter
Floatin on past Oberon, every heavenly deity
Slowly drifting freely but alone towards the Pleiades

He saw the spirals of galaxies in his fingerprints
The patterns of Saturn's rings depicted on every single tip
And gazed into the past at a perforated black canvas
Full of tiny lanterns that may already have half vanished

He was a speck of dust in the celestial ether
Left the clutches of Mother Earth, uncertain when next he'd see her 
A part of the stardust, the hardest part was losing track
Of his human past and future, consumed in the blue and black

And after so long as a cosmic message in a bottle
He wanted a shore to wash up on, a modern day Apollo
Post-Sagan space vagrant drained from aimless astral drift
His addled brain turnin asteroids to asterisks

At a loss, thoughts turned to his life before blasting off
"I just want to go home" admitted the astronaut
And as his words reverberated cross light-minutes, they found a soul
"So come home", through the static came the sound of ground control

But when he turned around to face the void in the dark
He heard "ｓｏ  ｃｏｍｅ  ｈｏｍｅ" spoken from a voice in the  stars
But when he turned around to face the void in the dark
He heard "ｓｏ  ｃｏｍｅ  ｈｏｍｅ" spoken from a voice in the stars

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alienation

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

Big thanks to @halberd-3000 for mixing 7 tracks in 2 hours for this tape
Thanks also to @chrosky for this N O I C E art
Thanks to allll the producers who have a credit on this tape and BIG THANKS to @geo_1022 for producing two tracks a day before release
Producer credits
@byrook1e
@55199
@oofoe
@musicbymochi
@hakaisu

Somewhere in the Middle [prod. Mittens]

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