BIG PLANS

i'm a freakshow, people can't just help but stare
i'm a car-crashing accident that needs a wheelchair
i'm a far-surpassing weirdo with no need for air
i can drown in the abyss without a reason to care
eating despair, the ground and the mist, sound of the wind
mounds of the shit piled on top of my grave
feeling like a slave, no choice but to behave
dreaming of my day where there's nothing left to say
feed at my corpse the purpose ain't yours to define
but you can decline to rewind anytime
i'm not a fan of nostalgia, not a fan of miasma
all rappers are actors, that's what you'll find
put a dime into the jukebox and ask it for some rhymes
you'll get nothing but lies and a pair of stone eyes
same thing when you go online and follow the homies
whole lot of bull behind the fire emoji

get out when the feelings get saucy
dinkmaster with the villainous posse
illest crew with the pills we ain't popping
don't do drugs kids, leave it to the emo rappers
feed your actors, they're hungry, they're just like you
in the water you're drowning while they're on oxygen tubes
never let somebody else tell you what to do
and forget the irony of that statement lil' dude.

satan's waiting

yo, i'm the only bassist in the rock scene
that don't cover his fretboards with boat epoxy
is it you or your solanoids talking
keep ten feet and keep on walking
mary had lambs in the oligarchy
the lambs fall quiet when she throws a party
now half the lambs scream about throwing off these
shackles, play roshambo with whoever runs the top scene
other half just sits on their ass
the revolution was televised so this is out of class
only class i talk about is middle working upper
never give the power to them little motherfuckers
if you're hearing thunder and scared of others 
you're just like me and you really need your mother
and your brothers and your lovers and run from the headhunters
it's a red summer, we've been lead on getting a lead shower

get powered up when the feelings get saucy
dinkmaster with the villainous posse
illest crew with the pills we ain't popping
don't do drugs kids, leave it to the emo rappers
feed your actors, they're hungry, they're just like you
in the water you're drowning while they're on oxygen tubes
never let somebody else tell you what to do
and forget the irony of that statement lil' dude.

satan's waiting

Satan's Waiting

samples flames go higher by eagles of death metal

https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/thedinkmaster/electricity-

if what you want is gone
i guess you'd better run


i can taste it on my teeth
i can't let you get to me
my senses up to speed
electricity
static in my veins
you can't get me away
passion in my brain
electricity

if what you want is gone
i guess you'd better run

we've got that spark
lighting up the dark
sinews and leds
electricity
shooting to and fro
i never felt alone
til i lost you baby
your electricity

if what you want is gone
i guess you'd better run

electricity .

olivers_interlude_mother_of_pearl_reprise .

demented .

walking_on_the_moon . . .

prod. me
guitar solo done by jammy(FEMBOYS ROCK THANK U JIM JAM)
ALL OTHER INSTRUMENTATION done by me
the deep voice is a meme, and is ELi

mother_of_pearl_feat_eli_and_jammy .

back_to_the_nexus .

Prod. The Dinkmaster
one of the lines was written by averrak
rest by me

my whole squad is gay (what)
putting them sticks on the boys
we all on crab game
so you better make that noise
got my knife and shivved up shu
so you know it's hide and seek
be careful we might get you
don't fuck with a crew of neeks

man went on ccgm, left with a broken pride
like his mum, rearranged insides
only took me 3 slices, light out his eyes
moonwalked on his grave, brand new yikes
man playing tag then i went and tagged him
if a boy looks cute then you can bet i bagged him
tearing off his clothes in bed, guess you can say that i ragged him
dot dot dot. you know that i shagged him
opps got socked off of block drop and you know it's me
death from above on dem hot tops and you know it's me
catch man playing hide and seek?
catch a man head chopped off and you know it's me
if i shank a man up, are we really talking about pranks?
got all these pieces of bread, are we really talking about france?
if you catch a man wearing red, are we really talking about yanks?
if you catch a man dead, are we really talking about hands?


my whole squad is gay (what)
putting them sticks on the boys
we all on crab game
so you better make that noise
got my knife and shivved up shu
so you know it's hide and seek
be careful we might get you
don't fuck with a crew of neeks

I feel like a crab like it’s crab game
I feel like a crab like it’s crab game
I feel like a crab like it’s crab game
I feel like a crab like it’s crab game

don't like talking about ta, but they're nowt but dusty youts
all they do is complain, and cheat on the tubes
ta hollow has speedhacks, that's just the truth
seems man had to relapse, now he's running on fumes
their owner cheats too, now hows that for news put a gat to a back gets me laughing like fools
press a mans buttons, then get a man bustling, go too fast like ladder boost
catch a blood chattin, after all his buds rattin put him in place like a jigsaw
clap him up but this ain't lamps but a man with the gat in his hand might rip off


my whole squad is gay (what)
putting them sticks on the boys
we all on crab game
so you better make that noise
got my knife and shivved up shu
so you know it's hide and seek
be careful we might get you
don't fuck with a crew of neeks

I feel like a crab like it’s crab game
I feel like a crab like it’s crab game
I feel like a crab like it’s crab game
I feel like a crab like it’s crab game

Hide & Seek (CRAB GAME DRILL)

prod. me

feeling ripped off, off the display
take your kicks off, fifth sock that i've worn today
spat too much fire, time to go the water way
i'm of no desire to die then re-animate
handle always gripped up, cause a man don't ever give up
fight or flight, more like run or put your fists up
put a fist up for the people
cause 1984 does NOT need a sequel
i remember the evil even when i was playing bin weevils
never was a member, but i'll never forget it ever
almost got scammed out of all of my dosh
good men only do that to the posh
i'm always rapping hard, never ever rapping soft
not some hacker dickhead always on his mackintosh
never predict my next move, wait until i tell you
cyclical motions of emotions, slip through the messaging else you'll
fall to the backside, onto your backside
soul ain't bright it's more on the black side
six eyed fish in the riptide looking for a drink
in the mix of the slip n' slide 
we call politics, bitch get off of it
rip an apology from your lips no collagen
rocking it from the north side to the south side
to every corner of the earth, risking my life
looking at the money like i wish it was mine
sadness always breaking up my bliss over time
god fucking damnit, it's a real fucking grift
if you think it's a mystery you're fixing for lies

The Gap

if it's the same way or the lame way
i'm never gonna get a place if i save face
i dont find a spot in the beat, you better make space
don't fuck with the vision

check the groove that is fucking up your system
all you sheep keep screaming like chickens
got these fat cows like discord kittens
mad cow disease, wow, that's the steez
arteries hard to see under all of that flesh
get yourself to exercise, don't let yourself rest
confess the best of you was put to bed
with like 20 antihistamines and 10 minutes of death

ladies out here just earning a wage
they'll make dreams come true for a fifth of the same
love you gave your lady in a fictional game
discord kittens fuck in mystical ways
pistol whip a mf that wants to make it in music
youtube beats are abusive to creativity and new shit
replay the same 8 16 patterns for wack rappers
who gave up on rapping so they see if they can sing
when you gonna realise it's easy as talking
add a couple rhymes instead of walking
around the punchline my rhymes like lunchlines
take your bite for the day then get the fuck out my life 

if it's the same way or the lame way
i'm never gonna get a place if i save face
i never find a spot in the beat, you better make space
don't fuck with the vision

check the groove that is fucking up your system
all you sheep keep screaming like chickens
got these fat cows like discord kittens
mad cow disease, wow, that's the steez
arteries hard to see under all of that flesh
get yourself to exercise, don't let yourself rest
confess the best of you was put to bed
with like 20 antihistamines and 10 minutes of death

Intro (the Vision)

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YOOOOOO that's what i've been waiting for
a new wave of sickos that i can't ignore
like WOAAAAH i feel like monty hall
33% chance of nothing at all

i wanna leave but it wouldnt make me feel better
i couldnt breathe cause i knew i want to dream forever
everyone biting me im a trendsetter
you ain't ever being me, i'm a go-getter
go get it right now, fuck you talking- pipe down
i will never fight now, i'm about to live it out
go get it right now, fuck you talking- pipe down
i will never fight now, i'm about to live it out
i've been planning to kill myself, wrote some cold letters
i wanna do drugs but they wouldn't make me feel better
plus it'd burn a hole in my pocket

YOOOOOO that's what i've been waiting for
a new wave of sickos that i can't ignore
like WOAAAAH i feel like monty hall
33% chance of nothing at all

SICKO WAVES feat. anxinaut

https://open.spotify.com/album/2XWlwJEucth8X2Lm55UeLy?si=bB4xvEqxQwiz9b6mBynt5Q
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hR6Hx2fomQ

Split Ends

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMUIF0FB4ns MUSIC VIDEO 

samples innacitytears by the illdependents, hot and nasty by black oak arkansas, 
nautilus by bob james, and kids by a tribe called quest

LYRICS: 

how many 3 months i got before i'm spent
how many more sequels til i can pay for my rent
i've been riding waves round the same part i bent
no shame on my head for the days of the dead
nowadays rappers always focus on the bread
i live the same demeanor but i chose my heart instead
i should probably follow a trend to make some quick cash
stick up the industry take my shit and dash
but i've made up my mind as you can see
cause now this is what i've rhymed i'm shadowbanned from the
conglomerate money machines that bleed 
every single penny from their racing steeds
maybe i'm crazy and a little bit mean
but i've got a big mouth for being 16
but i pass as 18 going on 23
it's pretty hard to get a twenty/twenty, i can't fucking see
they tell me
 
GIVE IT WHAT YOU GOT 

how many roads can i take and get nowhere
how many flows can i make and sound wack
taking the headphones off cause i can hear
the blood and the insanity that turns it all black
sipping on the jack cause the rest is too expensive
little bit bad, but i didn't regret it
til i found out about the ways of the globe
media frenzys choking your frontal lobe
and the hedonist mcs just take it for their own
they forget about everything trying to watch the throne
do not get the bag if your mums in bed sick
stay at her bedside through the bad shit
sometimes i get nauseous when i'm rapping
don't act like you dont know why its happening
i'm back on the boombap rap attack again
i hope one day i can laugh again but they tell me

GIVE IT WHAT YOU GOT 

how much blood can i spill and be free
how much info can i spill and still live
if you're asking even one of these questions
take it from me? you're gonna get hit
look behind your back like the snake that you are
spineless motherfuckers gonna get that *AHH*
find out your address and the build of your car
2023 gonna give you that *AHH*
no astrology but i see in the stars
old apologies getting taken in stride
no way to tell if you'll live or you'll die
tomorrow so you may aswell chill out and vibe
constructing a lyrical fortress, in villainous proportions
beats go crazy - discrimant distortion
i'm into this war with nothing but the clothes on my back
motherfucker i chose to rap

ENGINES

the lion doesn't sleep, he just shits where he eats
and he bleeds where he sleeps, letting his weakness seep
germinating a culture of satyriasis ridden freaks
living under a vision they could never upkeep
street sweepers have come out of the street
they're running through the brains of the people you meet
looking for a link in the chain, or a kink in the threads
so they can kick through the fray and scratch an itch in your head
consumed by the almighty pleasure generator
usb-c turning madmen to satyrs
and it turns good men to players, like a mind flayer
let me break it all down, so you can break it all down
this road is lonely, and i'm walking along
and you can't spend your life just befallen to gods
so you have to find a middle edge, if there is a middle left
then free up all the man from a little death

and i know it makes you sad
seeing me fall into place
as if i was someone you never knew
letting my wings touch the ground

i've seen immortal men get chopped into bits
a horde of death and apocalypse
i'm sure there's someone who cares but i've forgotten who it is
scratching tape decks til she's gone in the mist
it tends to test all the gods that have been in
a restless defence against pestilence
the best is bent to be unlistenable drivel
that's less sick shit onto your whistle
and as a tide rushes in of all the wise and the quick
who know that these new sounds have been violently killed
we're gonna need a rapper with some violin skills
and who's viable to apply themselves to try and get killed
these pathways are empty but you'll find yourself
never sell who you are, you'll have to buy yourself back
every soul i ever met influenced my tracks
and everything i forget will keep bringing me back

and i know it makes you sad
seeing me fall into place
as if i was someone you never knew
letting my wings touch the ground

Wings Touch The Ground

i take a paracetamol to gather myself before i deviate my path
then back down an oxy to hold your hand while i sleep
sometimes i still feel like you're mine
that's been peeling back the healing in my mind
seeing over time how my writing starts to fade
and old text messages that don't leave me in shame 
are like strings of hay in a pile of syringes
search real deep to find where the king is
he's buried inside of me under layers of sodomy
yes i'm saying rex is under ruins made of sex
and it could all just start with a text
my father looked me in the eyes one day
the gaze of a devil and he had something to say
"did you love her?" i said "yea."
"then why did you cheat?" 
we fell silent and i just looked away

and about that time i felt dirty
cause that was my father looking me in the eyes
and asking me why and i just felt dirty
i've done wrong and i cant fix it and i cant solve and i felt dirty
i hurt someone i loved, and i felt dirty

you can find my soul in toxicology reports
if you can also find a man who will honestly report
anything that could break a good solemn rapport
i give life to these words when death's at my door
this big red gas cloud has been in my cranium for days
so i pull the beretta from under my desk and spray
images been printed of my face turn to rubble and debris
you can't ever find a lover like me
you can't ever try and love like me
the blood pouring from my hands so unsightly
but press record, bitch i'll press record
broken heart like a blacksmith just tryna test the sword
i hope i get arrested for it, or god will bless me for it
press record or then dress accordingly
every single line i write is just wasteful ornery
to my downfall written in the form of a story

i feel dirty
you're damn fucking right
and i ain't proud but i feel dirty
you should know in case you ever feel like this
just know i feel dirty, and you're not alone in that
you fucked up i fucked up
i mean we feel real dirty

we feel dirty

Dirty

SAMPLES NATE SMITH - MORNING AND ALLISON

i'm seeing a light in the distance
no point crying out tears if
every single one turns to rage
i can't spend my days in a cage
it pays to be amazed these days
wave while i make these waves
say hey while i pave these roads
play with your phone while i brave these graves
i say what i have to say
i make what i need to make
you may breathe what i exhale 
that doesn't make us one in the same
you wanted michelin but this is that soul food
served up on a plate so rude
it could make ted bundy
curl up into a cocoon


shiiiit... i ain't been happy in a minute
take out your crap flipphone and clip it
film it, mix it, trim it, fix it
upload it, control it, trick this vision
but i've been seeing 20/20 tho
far past the engines that roll
and if im still on my naked year
then i will tell you so (yeah i am)
i am in zero demand
i still take no for an answer
i got flows that give you testicular cancer
blow your nuts off with a cylindrical barrel
attached to another one attached to a piston
loaded with 12 gauge, and loaded with wisdom
you have not been ready for this one
a light in the distance with no fog to conceal it
this music is what they build dreams with i mean it

alightinthedistance*

samples wind cries mary - jamie cullum and spress theyself - nate smith

pure copper, nobody could understand it
all them plaques and claps always came underhanded
big standing
can a man get a soul clap for being one dirty fuckin bastard
i'm so acid, corrosive burns
let the bleach curl up in my shirt, let the motion work
i work, never go to motives, my motives are cash
my hopes is this rap will land me my first splash
they wanna throw me to the street like a stray
my momma taught me never let em treat me that way
shit. my mother didn't teach me much
she just stood up for herself and talked shit when she could (yessir)
i'm fiending for the living but i'd like to dodge the fame
i'm growing in my beard hairs but i don't know when to shave
exorbitant levels of estrogen in your testacles
i'm a testosterone spectacle when i don't wear my spectacles

i beat up beats like diddy did drake
but i can't stand being around bitches whose titties are fake
theres a real difference between bitches and women
one is what you use and throw away the latters what you live with
my gay mates always wanna be cunty
so they dress up like sluts and sell their souls for the money
it's not funny, but i give em the respect
it's hard to make skrilla if you're not a symbol of sex
but a symptom of this, is civil unrest
everyone's fucking and looking their best, shit isn't a test
i've been living the best, dressing the worst
wearing a thirty pound thrifted suit in my hearse
it's all love, do what you wanna do
but never name your kid bartholomew
i shut down pubs, the ultimate show stopper
i'll never reach gold, i'll settle for pure copper

I'll settle for (pure copper)

everyway that i talk to you
is so frustrating how i have to walk round you
and this is not me debating you
i itch more when you're not in the room

if this was all objective reality
then i wouldn't see a hole in you
but the truth is, i'm running out of options
you notice, it's all inside of you

everyday that i fall for you
i feel so abused that you make me choose
between everyone i love and your body
i find it's hard for you to be honest to me

and you could take my hand and walk with me
a thousand miles deep
god forbid i love the distance

if this was all objective reality
then i wouldn't see a hole in you
but the truth is, i'm running out of options
you notice, it's all inside of you

if this was all objective reality
(and you could take my hand and walk with me)
then i wouldn't see a hole in you
(a thousand miles deep)
but the truth is, i'm running out of options
(god forbid i love the distance)
you notice, it's all inside of you

(if this all was) Objective Reality

fun fact i fucked up the beat sending it to J.plantana so she thought there was a spot she was supposed to leave open so i had to fill it up.

stupidhorns feat. j.plantana

fun fact. i had a dream last night where the lady in this sample died from some sort of cancer and this was the last album she was on. it was so vivid that i had to wikipedia that band when i woke up to make sure she was alive.

stay breathing

fun fact the title "untitled" is the reason the whole mixtape won't be released on the 20th. fuckin tunecore omg

untitled

fun fact. i was gonna scrap this beat

it's okay to reach out for help and it's okay to refuse helping someone.
EMOTIONAL LABOUR IS REAL. STOP DENYING IT.
had to drop a friend of 8 years for that. i loved her.

hot pursuit (the 99 things that i never could say)

Wings Akimbo

special thanks to steezy2ez and hizasogonexx

i have a passion for music i cant control
and it pisses me off seeing you be lazy and bold
it isn't in your heart, it isn't in your soul
how can you pull up to a cypher spitting lyrics off your phone?
i don't fuck with you if you overpromote
2 hours in the studio, 8 hours on adobe
4 hours on instagram, 3 hours on tiktok
don't beef when your shows don't go ham
great artists going solo but they're better with the band
collaborate at a rapid rate but watch your sound dilapidate
man, i'm so sick of the fake gang fake Gs
mcs think they're van gogh, and i'd have to agree
i pull up to some shows and see more cameras than faces
i understand participating in content creation
i want to enjoy the spectacle
now i've ended up at a vigil for zuckerbergs testacles

preach anarchy only to build a system
recreate pop punk with a grand vision
you're not versatile cause you can spit r&b
i won't even call it singing if you're asking me
i'm not tryna be elitist but the art don't come for free
you're stinking up the pool when i'm tryna fucking eat
how much do you charge for a loop?
HOW MUCH DO YOU CHARGE FOR A BEAT?
freelance workers descended from god
but when you overprice your work it shows you have no job
spend money on weed but no beans on the hob
and spent a couple gs on some jeans you just copped
please kill yourself, please seek god
i'm not paying a guy with chains to give me art that i don't want
i can do everything you do, would you believe?
a mix and master costs 25 quid, any more is lunacy

how much do you charge for a loop?
HOW MUCH DO YOU CHARGE FOR A BEAT?
how much do you charge for a loop?
HOW MUCH DO YOU CHARGE FOR A BEAT?

How2startafire*

you really shouldn't test me in scrabble
i can attack board games from various angles
last time i played against a lad who said that he dabbled
and i ended up scraping his face against a pebbledashed wall
constantly bringing the brains in
the brawn can stay outside you lot have lots to learn about patience
it's been a year since i worked on any paintings
i've been too busy working on wave synths
i might let you into that tone
these rappers are trash, they get trashed and go home
when i paid em for a set then they set off and go bone
i replace and go ham like provalone
had to google that to spell it and it's a cheese
but i still spit the bar, i still keep it a G
i still distill sick spits and still sip still water
and still sit idly waiting for you to faulter

and come back where you least expect
loop the beat til it leaks out the speaker set
until the speaker's set and someone comes to shut me up
i'll spit these regrets over the roughest hooks
don't toughen up, sipping on whiskey is a killer
don't touch the cup, i already implied that i'd kill ya
i play scrabble on the first date then hit third base
and if she's bisexual i'll let the birds chase
and i hate to which women are referred as birds
but the rhyme scheme that i esteem needs to be heard
is frequently worse at displaying my morality
than livestreaming a threesome with sean hannity and a manatee
notice how i haven't used vulgarity
i went to bulgaria and got robbed in an alley
bulgarias a fine place last time i checked
then i leave when you don't expect

game o the year

is anyone else getting bored of this?
i'm not gonna help with your problems and i'm not gonna board your ship
but i ordered seltzer and various felt pens
for the arts and crafts contest you have found yourself in
and as well as the sip of gin that could have washed your brush
i have found myself stuck inbetween a dry place and some mush
so apologies for the honesty and i really have to leave
cause i forgot to write a part in this verse where i can breathe
(breathe) okay
i sip on old bay on mondays and sundays
and any day you could consider as a fun day
i really need an uptick in reasons not to run base
cause right now around the scene
i see a lot of MCs that i could defeat
and like 3, maybe 4 that would destroy me in a war
so i respect em extra and tell em their tune's peak
please if you got a problem better get it checked
i lever my skills to get myself a decent rep
and leave where you least expect but not yet
and beat up the beat like diddy did to drake
and pump fake and end the set

Pebbledash

i find myself distracted, life is filled with perversions
the truth's a ball of clay so i live by my version
that i'm not a net positive, the opposite of what's kind
and i'll repeal my problems til i'm properly lined
i steal the spotlight cause it's gotta be mine
i don't pass picket fences more property lines
position my posture to open my heart
and still get caught in the dark
so when is it time?
a lot of the people want to see me shine
so won't give me the space to freely die
i get dragged along to shows and barely show my face
i no longer know my home, all the love was erased
that's why i stay out so late
i look in my mothers eyes and all i see is pain
and it makes me wanna shout
it makes me wanna scream and it makes me wanna kick myself down

if i could kill myself and have nothing change that'd be ideal
i give every fuck in the world about how you feel

you know at first when you hit me it felt right
i'm just a bag of dead weight to your dead eyes
cause i used you for my sex life
but i never pushed, never begged never said lies
i never noticed that you wanted me too
so every slap and hit was okay by your rules
you'd laugh when i flinch, and my brother thought it was hilarious
i love that fat bastard but he can stay out my area
and it only gets scarier, cause i was a degenerate 
but now i see my friend that i love to death getting warier
and she says she's with a rapper so things only get trickier
i took that shit personally with no ulterior
to that sick prick, i want you dead and want you gone
more than i want myself beheaded, how could you get so wrong
so i'll be headstrong until you're a thousand feet deep
pray i don't see you in the street

if i could kill myself and have nothing change that'd be ideal
i give every fuck in the world about how you feel

i sit pretty in a prestiged position of privilege
while american born kids are emprisoned with no trial
and god forbid whatever is happening to the palestinians
i hope like the abyssinians they take inches to miles
for all i give a shit if israel exists
my problem is the pricks killing all of the kids
and the culture of calling anyone they dislike a nazi
then double back to team up with white supremacists
where is the line cause i'm starting to feel sick
i have to see death showers through tiktok clips
more unrest with every toddler kill
i actually hope we have another riot in harehills
i hope i get arrested and searched for saying what i will
the UK lost its free speech when we weaponised guilt
now every last word that you say could be your last one
while all the paid opposition swear that this is avalon


if i could kill myself and have nothing change that'd be ideal
i give every fuck in the world about how you feel

48 More Bullet Holes

man i skate over politicians treflip their brains out
why serve the people when you can inflict pain out
they expect us to grind then find a problem with the trucks
so what the fuck are we supposed to say now
i stay rad so these old twats can stay mad
i skate trans, i woulda said it properly but hey man
offense isnt a chance i wanna take
and the governments body chewing mobile aint got brake pads
keep this lowkey like i'm muddying the mix
keep this lowkey like i'm studying the tricks
i got a couple friends in the ends and the bits
who have got a couple friends with the men up in the shits
who say that if we kill a couple politic pricks
we can finally bring the whole nation into a switch
the new party just the same shit wearing a different hat
talk shit imma beat you with a wiffle bat

stop fucking the bus prices you silly knobs
you can tell me to get a job when you get a job
i'd actually prefer it if we both did what we want
but you want to see me dead cause of the status of my fob
i don't have one
try and tell me that my shit is really different
that's cause ya only listened to it once, i've got a system
cut out all the insistent innocent victims
and be left with a vision you can't fuck with or rip up
with no cheddar and a no-nonsense ethos
when i leave leeds i'll never come back to see home
keep pushing and see if it leads to a free throw
i keep chucking 3s still end up with zero
im a bender like beckham, leftie like ronaldinho
yet i reckon i'll never switch teams tho
i'm a professional at being the same man consistently
feel like when i ball all y'all is just the little leagues

Yo dink master 
This beats slicker than the pink panther 
I’m so sick I could drink cancer 
Why would i get a job I’m a big chancer 
Ppl will buy my stuff and I’ll live of my art mark my words like a teacher craft a verse in the eitha 
Off grid tax I’m swearving ya ate the rich now I’m stuffed taxadermia spent my month sat on furniture the sofa kind I cba to have a word wi ya sort urself out or what nowt I want murder ya I won’t have to dc if u have stature they’ll shed tear laugh maniac laughter there evil it’s not just magort thatcher any 1 that’s seeks power 
Needs to nuke themselves 
Instead of employment  I just route for wealth in places where they say ya can’t find it life can’t rewind I’m done lately if u front get sent 180 I’m skunked and hazy 
I’m drunk in Wakey or both probably both

Pink Panther ft. Cloudy Late

what you did for a day i do it for life
if i said i did it, don't mean that it's right
everyone's dark i'm a pillar of light
fucking up flows fucking up shows 
fuck up the format fuck with the glow
don't need your advice i need you to go
i'm in these gardens fucking with _

if you cheat on your girl i'm gonna scoop her up
i got so much UH i might just shoot you up
she's curling her toes, big up the backrubs
dinkmaster loves lady moans and dap-ups
i got that flow that doesn't make a penny
i haven't made a cent in a fucking century
and by the way hi, my name's jason bourne
i've been working class since the day i was born

still slapping under prodecure 
poke holes through your arma like bohemia
comatosed still came back for the beef
and stole your reefer and went back to sleep
no stoner but i got mad stones
throw em at glass homes, you know that i'm ready
the skill gap is beheading do you fucking get me?

what you did for a day i do it for life
if i said i did it, don't mean that it's right
everyone's dark i'm a pillar of light
fucking up flows fucking up shows 
fuck up the format fuck with the glow
don't need your advice i need you to go
i'm in these gardens fucking with _

(yo shut the fuck up)
i pick the right spoon for the job
i cut the sample out cause honestly the drums is hard
ladies i can crochet with my tongue
bring the sample right back cause my bars is dumb
i don't need the money i just like the way it looks
i might beef with crooks, tho i will beef disgust
number one hater i didn't come to bring you love
if you beat on your woman i'm gonna scoop her up

mcs get whipped on their testacles
your search history contains some tentacles
take off my spectacles let me have a harder look
spartacus with a smart mouth about to get sparta crushed
i get pussy on same day delivery
dinkmaster kill these beats with virility
and big energy i endlessly end MCs
i don't need friends im surrounded by enemies


what you did for a day i do it for life
if i said i did it, don't mean that it's right
everyone's dark i'm a pillar of light
fucking up flows fucking up shows 
fuck up the format fuck with the glow
don't need your advice i need you to go
i'm in these gardens fucking with _


Pillar of Light ft. Maz Mallin

(SONG RECORDED @ DUBWHY STUDIOS w/ ExP)

now i'm not saying i take it for granted
but when people say i'm attractive
i find it backhanded and prepare to slap a bitch
you set fire to my vigil, i thought you could handle it
i'm done pandering
i brought magic to the wizards
and still skittered around the idea of managing the visions
i've been having thoughts bout having a couple children
realised i'd have em with different women
now i wanna hurt myself
i'm never gonna learn
taking my turn never worked, i'm a sore loser
and i always get burned
holes in my living room walls
from my elbows, fists and my keyboard
and my guitar, i never really thought in the moment
i just spar
never really had self-control it's too hard

big catch, still fucking up the free throw
my bars to a beat is like acid to doritos
i'm your favorite bands merch guy
i'm the beat making cheat code
get a lot of beef cause i speak my mind
still too peak release on frequent time
double back now i'm hacking the system
and still dodging ideas of managing the visions
don't fuck with it
i been too young too long to start ducking shit
nothing's truly evil but you gotta watch for the succubi
fuck a pussy it'll make you fuck your life 
i do not fuck with those other guys
i don't fantasize about a phantom life living with a lady
legs all thunder thighs
dink on track to drag a bum that lies
trackies always undersized		

me? i never wear trackies
and i'm not a baby so i never wear nappies
if its somebody's kink, then whatever they're happy
i ain't minding, any adult baby-minded
look it's not my thing im not really vibing
with the whole bum wiping but i aint deriding

Trackie Bs ft. Obi Joe

the sun fends off the rain that came by
hug my big brother as i tell him that we tried
by this time your last breath has been dismantled
from plants thirsting for dioxide able to get their chemicals
every gust of wind is stronger than the last
and while i'm dealing with the now i end up looking at the past
had everything you were packed into little bags
(except it doesn't always work like that)

bundled all my thoughts to little raps
going through your bedroom pickin up the trash
praying to god to hear your laugh cause i won't
accept it doesn't always work like that
bundled all my thoughts to little raps
had everything you were packed in little bags
praying to god to hear your laugh cause i won't
(accept it doesn't always work like that)

the cats have been scrapping by your bedside
keep your door open for them cause otherwise
they'd pull up these carpets that you didn't like
but you thought were fine, so it's fine
you could never really tell a cat about life
it considers it a constant not a blessing to be alive
sort of how you played it, deep in stress and never smiled
your headspace has always dug its roots inside the wild
we've come so far i've been feeling travel sickness
but it could never leave with some medicine
truly it wasn't from the air, it's been within
one of your last gifts i've ever been given
i promise to you i keep your name living
addressing the pain with the little raps
jane be jane and i won't leave you in the past
(it doesn't always work like that)

bundled all my thoughts to little raps
going through your bedroom pickin up the trash
praying to god to hear your laugh cause i won't
(accept it doesn't always work like that)
bundled all my thoughts to little raps
had everything you were packed in little bags
praying to god to hear your laugh cause i won't
(accept it doesn't always work like that)

vortex (grief raps)

Sex master on the beat 2 but its remixed and just better

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THE DINKMASTER

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