No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.

U.$. Dollar

"While many can pursue their dreams in solitude, other dreams are like great storms blowing hundreds, even thousands of dreams apart in their wake. Dreams breathe life into men and can cage them in suffering. Men live and die by their dreams. But long after they have been abandoned they still smolder deep in men's hearts. Some see nothing more than life and death. They are dead, for they have no dreams." - Griffith

Misery Mondays

Femto

Chorus:
For the longest time I’ve been trying to figure out what it is on this earth I’m supposed to do
Tried a couple different things and they all fell through 
Now I’m just trying to figure out what is my next move 
What doesn’t just bring in some money 
But something I can find enjoyment and some pleasure too
When one door closes 
Another one opens 
But all in all what is my purpose dude?
No rest for the weary
I work till I’m dreary 
But I keep going 
To the point I can’t stand 
Good die young
And the bad thrive 
What’s considered nothing but the devil’s land 
Simple thought fills my brain with dread 
Along with no good thoughts in my head 
So instead I guess with all that said 
I guess you’re supposed to be evil or dead 

Verse 1:
I’m a fuck up
Probably why my life sucks 
In a bad rut I’m stuck and can’t get up 
Fun as the player
Sucks as the fan
Layer on the dream of the promised land
Be Eminem or turn into Stan 
Be one of them or you can’t stand
All of my delusions are grand
They’re illusions and slip through my hand like sand 
Oh aye 
I been a mess 
I go crazy from all this stress
Oh bae ain’t no S on my chest 
Oh and I don’t get no rest 
It’s just I should be the best 
Alas, I must confess
Instead, I am depressed 
Cuz I always get less
So unfair 
Life I swear
I keep going but I never get there 
Life just feels so gray and still
Like you’re running a race but it’s on a treadmill
I can’t feel man what my calling
Niggas out here who have fun balling
Finding their dreams 
Not easy as it seems 
It gets me to the point where I wanna scream
I’m just so stuck 
I work like fuck
To make another man rich and that sucks

Chorus:
For the longest time I’ve been trying to figure out what it is on this earth I’m supposed to do
Tried a couple different things and they all fell through 
Now I’m just trying to figure out what is my next move 
What doesn’t just bring in some money 
But something I can find enjoyment and some pleasure too
When one door closes 
Another one opens 
But all in all what is my purpose dude 
No rest for the weary
I work till I’m dreary 
But I keep going 
To the point I can’t stand 
Good die young
And the bad thrive 
What’s considered nothing but the devil’s land 
Simple thought fills my brain with dread 
Along with no good thoughts in my head 
So instead I guess with all that said 
I guess you’re supposed to be evil or dead 

Verse 2:
Just tryna find a way to succeed 
Any method any means to fulfill my dreams
Can’t sell drugs can’t be a thug 
Can’t be a kingpin or any type of them
Keep building my castle to get knocked down 
Keep trying for a smile but I get a frown
Stuck in depression until I drown
I wanna be cool but end up a clown
Stop and think folks with Cuban links
Have fucked someone over and put to them the brink
Step on toes
And caused some woes 
While the Christians just have their humble abodes 
Built their wealth on child labor
While claiming inspiration from divine savior 
Evil round here comes in all flavors 
No angels down here man who can save ya 
Strippers and hoes make more doctors 
Thugs more worthy than testing under proctors 
No role model for positivity to foster
Just niggas saying up your checks and your rosters 
Work 100 hours and struggle to survive 
But the devil makes sure his evil thrives 
Do all these drugs these rappers tell ya 
Question how you ended up failure
This that shit they tryna sell ya 
It ain’t earth it’s hell what I’m trying to tell ya 

Chorus

Evil Dead

As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good in order to bring about this present result, to preserve many people alive.

Troubl3

He had seven sons and three daughters, and he owned seven thousand sheep, three thousand camels, five hundred yoke of oxen and five hundred donkeys, and had a large number of servants. He was the greatest man among all the people of the East.

Ch1ps

So Moses and Aaron went in to Pharaoh, and they did so, just as the LORD commanded. And Aaron cast down his rod before Pharaoh and before his servants, and it became a serpent. But Pharaoh also called the wise men and the sorcerers; so the magicians of Egypt, they also did in like manner with their enchantments. For every man threw down his rod, and they became serpents. But Aaron’s rod swallowed up their rods.

Intro:
In the town of Salem, New Hampshire 
A man decided that his cow looked strangely different from how he remembered 
And he made the most logical conclusion he was capable of…
His neighbor was a sorcerer
And the man had bewitched his cow

Verse 1:
I’m a witch bitch 
Only thought 
Is get rich 
Whether through this rap shit
Or a fucking stock pick 
Homie gone that sold bricks 
Another homie pimped chicks
So I get these legal grips
Second goal is get lit
That’s it
Emo chick
Saying she loving the wicca 
On Robinhood looking at the stock tickers
Looking for ways to read my own future
Reading tea leaves but it’s not a good picture 
Alex been on standby 
But you keep them hands high
Just get lit on go vibe
While these forces reply 
Criticism I can’t tell
Negative or positive
I get a lot of it 
But that green I still been coping it 
Shrooms in my system I’m loving it yea
Percocets, green can’t even compare  
Turning my life into something so rare 
Come in the fold I’m willing to share  

Chorus: 
During the witching hour 
The witching hour 
During the witching hour
That’s the witching hour 
That’s the witching hour 
That’s the witching hour 
That’s the witching hour 
That’s the witching hour

Th3 Witching Hour (Rough)

Yet she became more and more promiscuous as she recalled the days of her youth

There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and whose emission was like that of horses.


Intro:
Moon creeping up I can feel your energy
You ain't gotta rush with me
Day just to make it by
You can put on a show
For sure
For sure
For sure

Chorus:
Moon creeping up I can feel your energy
Energy
Take your time baby you ain't gotta rush with me
With me
I know you work everyday just to make it by
Fantasies not yourself leave yourself behind
I know
You can put on a show
For sure, for sure, for sure

Verse 1: 
Ones, fives, tens, twenties
She's freakier when you have plenty (yea)
ATM, I ain't out yet
We both plugged in like we share an outlet
Damn you could drop a stack on that ass
Damn you could put a stack on that ass (yea)
Other girls trash so please don't be mad
If I'm tryna get you to my bachelor pad
Went out tonight
Cuz I'm on a mission
Of careful precision
To cause some division of legs
But I know I must be tripping
I'm tricking and slipping and paying tuition
If I give up work
You betta put in work
I gotta get you first (yea)
So lift up your skirt
So I go berserk
And twerk that pussy til you make it hurt
Hell I know that I ain't her first
But any other nigga out here is way worse
When I get in that pussy, I'll put it in a hearse
She say she finna burst and for me that works
She popping and dropping that ass don't be stopping
I'm flossing and bossing, but I'm not Rick Rossing
I'm willing tossing you in my apartment
Don't care what it's costing throughout my departments
But I go so deep to the point you can't speak
When a freak meet a freak you can't use those sheets (yea)
Toes curling she even shaking her feet
And I attack like an animal in heat, til I'm beat
I ain't tryna crash
We could have a blast
I might be crass
But I got the cash
I'll flash it fast
Just to see that ass
And impress that ass
God bless that ass (woop)

Chorus:
Moon creeping up I can feel your energy
Energy
Take your time baby you ain't gotta rush with me
With me
I know you work everyday just to make it by
Fantasies not yourself leave yourself behind
I know
You can put on a show
For sure, for sure, for sure

Verse 2: 
When I'm in the pussy I don't ever tap out (nah)
Get all that wetness like I know there's a drought (yea)
Georgia boy, know all about down south
And when she can't speak I fill up her mouth (ha ha)
Love when I watch her touch on herself
And offer a hand like she needs some help (yea)
And I touch on her body even when we in the party
When my hands hit her hips it excite her like coffee (yea)
Act like an angel but my name's not Charlie (yea)
Show me her chest like we at Mardi (yea)
Gras at the damn bar could be a pornstar
Know is I gotta get her back to my damn car
Get her to my crib and fuck like we at war (yea)
Got her sweating hard like we at a damn spa (yea)
At my spot
Like it a lot
She's smoking hot
Close no cigar (yea)
She don't wanna be my bae
And I don't want her to stay
Just want her to feel like that pussy got slayed (ye)
Cum so many times I don't have a rhyme for it
Got a bush down there and I gotta explore it
This vixen bewitching when steadily stripping
I'm whipping and whipping and double and dipping
She's dripping and kicking
And screaming and fidgeting
Biting her lips while I slip it and get it in
Liquor's in my liver
My touch makes her quiver
My love makes her shiver (yea)
Always sure I tip her (yea)
It's so good I am losing my sanity
I am the majesty inflating my vanity
When in reality I know it damage me
But I live happily, cuz its a fantasy

(Chorus)
Moon creeping up I can feel your energy
Energy
Take your time baby you ain't gotta rush with me
With me
I know you work everyday just to make it by
Fantasies not yourself leave yourself behind
I know
You can put on a show
For sure, for sure, for sure

Fantasy ft. TONYB.

John Aubrey writes of "young wenches" indulging in a "wanton sport" called "moulding of Cocklebread" where they would "get upon a Tableboard, and as they gather-up their knees and their Coates with their hands as high as they can, and then they wabble to and fro with the Buttocks as if they were kneading of Dough with their Arses"'

Chorus:
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up Fuck it up Fuck it up 
Every paycheck I fuck it up
Give me the pussy I’ll fuck it up 
Brand new car I’ll fuck it up
Fuck it up Fuck it up Fuck it up (x2)

Verse 1:
Everything I do I fuck it up 
When I get lit I fuck it up 
Every weekend I’ll fuck it up 
Any weekday I’ll fuck it up 
Betta fall back 
When I got racks 
Check that 
Cuz I don’t slack 
Where my mind’s at, get that 
So when I’m free 
Just go and just spend that 
And this girl fine 
Betta back that back that 
When I’m drunk 
It’s never enough 
Get to the point where I am so stuck 
Approach any girl who tryna fuck 
Fuck with me then you gotta get it up
Yea 
Suck it up 
Slurp it up 
Lick it up
Yea, yea
When I spend bands they pick it up
Yea
Pick it up 
Pick it up 
Pick it up 
Yea I’m the man 
That’s not enough 

Bridge:
I’m throwing dollars in the club 
Ain’t no need for rubber bands 
Off that henny I’m so lit, shit 
I can barely stand 
I gotta stripper on my left
And a stripper on my right side 
Right side, right side (Yea, yea)
Right, right, right side 
Yea 

Chorus: 		
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up Fuck it up Fuck it up 
Every paycheck I fuck it up
Give me the pussy I’ll fuck it up 
Brand new car I’ll fuck it up
Fuck it up Fuck it up Fuck it up (x2)

Verse 2:
When I go out, leave an impression 
No lessons no stressing 
I’m flexing in sections 
Undressing these vixens 
With money I’m spending 
Perplexing if you question
The love that I’m spreading 
Whoa
Bottle of henny I want that 
Whoa  
Brothel got plenty I’m on that 
Whoa 
Models full throttle respond back 
Whoa 
Fuck up they nostrils they on that 
Fuck up hotels
With my cartel
Give em all hell
Bang mademoiselles 
With Charlie’s Angels, you know how they fell
Loud from several blocks, hear and smell
Yea
In Hawaii with diamonds 
Yea
Throwing back long islands 
Yea 
Spending all of my stipends 
Yea 
Fucked up everything’s vibrant 

Bridge:
I’m throwing dollars in the club 
Ain’t no need for rubber bands 
Off that henny I’m so lit, shit 
I can barely stand 
I gotta stripper on my left
And a stripper on my right side 
Right side, right side (Yea, yea)
Right, right, right side 
Yea 

Chorus: 		
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up 
Fuck it up Fuck it up Fuck it up 
Every paycheck I fuck it up
Give me the pussy I’ll fuck it up 
Brand new car I’ll fuck it up
Fuck it up Fuck it up Fuck it up (x2)

Fuck It Up

30 4 30

Spider - Man

Welcome to Hell

30 4 30:ReDrop - Vegeta

Intro:
Yea
AO
Atlanta’s Own
I’m a just say, I never thought I’d be making a song like this 
Yea 
Uh huh

Verse: 
If Hendrix smack the vagina
That track Epic Records denied 
Awakened Kendrick the black messiah 
And launched foresenic attack, that’s Jehovah 
I’ll be a deity, gotta rap 
Don’t need a dance for this lap 
Ain’t UFC, this a wrap
How you enter Atlanta and get entrapped 
Know it’s all about paper, yea you sue
Couldn’t foresee the prophet, but who
Knew Future would turn and spew 
Guess Pluto didnt planet for you 
Yea
Trying to be a disciple 
Who knew that all that lipo 
Would suck so bad and so fast yo
This crash, you better call Geico  
But the pen reveals who’s write tho
Cant have view but diss the heights, Whoa
The sources all on site tho 
For
A bitter, burial embodiment 
Busy, better body these bitches
Buildings beautifully been bulldozed 
By billing business by bozos 
I don’t have the capacity for these catastrophes   
But I Might Jack these analogies 
Prince didn’t have academics but the strategies 
Got me waking up everyday to fatalities 
Grown man sick, nah please bruh
But it’s A Minor on Teenage Fever 
You tried to push a TDE
Guess you though he’d be more meek 
(don’t act like you don’t me )
Need the evidence please show me 
God’s plan ain’t nothing but fate 
Don’t let hot topic be a cold case

BBL Drizzy

Prod. KBoxx Beats
Mix. Ivan

The spirits of the dead who were killed in particularly violent manners – abused wives, tortured captives, defeated enemies – often do not rest well. One such spirit is kuchisake-onna, the ghost of a woman who was mutilated, come back to wreak vengeance on the world. Her name comes from the deep, bloody gash which runs across her face, grinning from ear to ear. She appears at night to lone travelers on the road, covering her grizzly mouth with a cloth mask, a fan, or a handkerchief...

Kuchisake-onna

Record Eng. & Mix. Loni Ro

According to the story, a united humanity in the generations following the Great Flood, speaking a single language and migrating eastward, comes to the land of Shinar. There they agree to build a city and a tower tall enough to reach heaven. And the Lord came down to see the city and the tower, which the children of men built. And the Lord said, Behold, the people are one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do. Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech. So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth.

The Tower Of Babel

Prod. JWood
Record Eng. Atlanta Record Factory
Mix. JP Engineerin
Master. DRIVMusic

"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth" - Oscar Wilde

Mr. No Face

"My brain has no heart, and my heart has no brain. That's why when I speak my mind I appear heartless, and when I do what's in my heart I seem thoughtless" Anthony Bautista

Nobodies, Heartless, N Darkness

Prod. KBoxx Beats
Record Eng. & Mix Loni Ro

“There is no greater power than the one others do not believe you possess.” 
― Luis Marques

Occult (feat. Fumar)

But the things that come out of the mouth come from the heart, and these make a man `unclean. ' For out of the heart come evil thoughts, murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false testimony, slander.

Speak Evil

Prod. JWood
Record Eng. Atlanta Record Factory
Mix. Pro Mix Global
Master. DRIVMusic

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. " - Maya Angelou

Never Forget (feat. Da Real AG)

“I can’t eat and I can’t sleep. I’m not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?” - Ned Vizzini

Prod. KBoxx
Record. Eng. Atlanta Record Factory
Artwork Willow Payne
(see more of her work at www.barbariangirl.com)

Horsin Around

Prod. Legion Beats
Record. Eng. Loni Ro
“When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.” 
― Chuck Palahniuk

Love Yourself

“Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.” - Pablo Neruda

Engineer: Loni Ro
Mix & Mastered: Legion Beats

P.S. I'm back!

Ghosts

@l3x Oliv3r is no stranger to darkness.  Whatever your mood is, @l3x will amplify it and be with you through it all. He combines the complex lyrical maneuvers of TechN9ne with an intoxicating flow that's reminiscent of Migos. The production style is dark, diverse, and futuristic and reminds one of the stylings of Kid Cudi or Travis Scott, but @l3x tackles subjects that aren't typically explored in rap. Sure, he drinks too much, engages with too many promiscuous women, and smokes more hookah than any mortal should, but in the next breath he's quoting H.H. Holmes and digging into ideas of depression, insecurity, self-loathing, and abandonment. @l3x is unabashedly pessimistic. He weaves a loner's narrative through enchanting choruses, a multi-syllabic rhyming style, and witty punchlines. His music is hot, smoky, and reckless. @l3x turns off the lights and invites you to sit in the dark with him and makes you want to. It's a quick overindulgence with someone you can't keep your eyes off of. His rhymes are written on the small of your back, and they leave scars. It's not for the timid, but for those that have smelled the devil's breath and lived to tell the tale, it’s nothing short of magic.

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