Found this in an email I sent a friend in Jan 2022. Not as wrong as I expected. Still very rough, but it mixes some of the techniques I tried in 2011 with later work, which I find interesting. 

I expected it to be much worse than my current output since I have more practice now, but it's not, so that's why it's especially thought-provoking to me.

Prac0

2023 - 03 - 04 - 20 - 07 - 33

Recursion

Untitled

Found this on a burned CD, probably from 2012 or so.

01 - Start Race Finish

173 BPM - 2/4 TS
Lyrics:
Now, this isn't going to be a quotefest,
I just needed a new way to approach this rote list.
So, are you amped or not?
Are you just going to testify?
I see you wearing Jesus merchandise.
I'm not new to this game, I just claim your fame,
so who are you going to blame?
Your mom and dad?
Sad kid, I've got tougher dogs to tame.
Things'll always be the same, 
so take your shame, you've got nothing here to gain.
You're just an empty stain,
but I'll tell you what man I can save you pain.
This world never dripped from a drain,
heed my bane and I'll forget your name.
Otherwise, start getting wise:
swatting flies.
I'll never speak of your demise
cause it'd just be silly.
And no need to be silly, we're chillin', feel me?
Bill me.
You push forward, I'll punch your lights out,
and then a fight's broke out.
Now, look at where we're standing:
me marking up my hit list
and you looking at your own piss.
You call yourself fearless?
These kids feeling lucky just to witness
me preppin' for some fitness.

Are you feeling lucky?

Crowd grows louder, claps go harder,
hearts beat faster as your need beached long ago.
Fist flows out the door, I take it bring it back,
and it's time to get stacking.
Shut your trap, quick punk,
at your bunk hit with a pitch in the cheek.
I think your tongue's bleeding,
but I'm too busy blocking your cheap shot.
You dirty trick.
Looks like someone called the cops, stop, lock, and load.
The smoking barrel is not too far behind,
and neither of us turn around to search out the sound.
We hear the hounds, but no cry is to be found.
You almost want to dash, but that ain't crash; I bring you to the ground.
A grassy knoll hides our howl,
blood oozes from your brow.
That makes for the day as they break away,
are you ready to play?

Are you feeling lucky?

Lyrics: Kyle O'Brien
MIDI: Kyle O'Brien
Sound effects: Dial-up "dialing in" sound.

The Covenant

138 BPM - 3/4 TS
Vocals, guitar, MIDI, and bass: Kyle O'Brien
Lyrics:
We are not alone, but we're on our own.
I'm primed to dethrone any person in zone.
Who rhymed? Watch my tone.
Oops, my cover is blown,
but I'm getting in state.
Let me get my words straight,
hook my bait, sit back and wait.
Smells of taint. My rhyme
swells and bakes.
No tellin' what's in store at the core of this verse.
Choppy epiphanies and more?

This is just the frosting on the cake,
a simple icing, not fake.
God dropped LSD, thought he was me, and it was good.
Bit over head, feet on the bed, eyes fixated on the ceiling.
Pupils circling the rainbow myriad like a great white being.
What am I seeing?
Another fine deity?
Something divine, sublime, or made of dismay?
Riddled with cliche, but my spittle will display my incompetence in foray.
My only drug problem is acquiring them, and it seems to me you're denying me some.

I will replace the human race with my own complacency.
Instead of a sense of decency, there is an urgency in my being; In my call of anarchy: "Downfall to your monarchy!"
I just figure I should no longer linger, give her the finger infested with chiggers and nested triggers.

You don't get it, you just don't get it.
You don't get it, you just don't get it, y'know?

Wit spittin', teeth grittin',
ground's littered, soul's bitter.

You don't get it, you just don't get it.
You don't get it, you just don't get it.
You don't get it, you just don't get it, y'know?

You don't get it, you just don't get it.
You don't get it, you just don't get it, y'know what' I'm sayin'?

ACK

What tastes of tinfoil?

You Know?

Clandestine Crocodile [Long]

44 BPM - 7/4 TS
Vocals performed by Kyle O'Brien
Lyrics written by Jonathan Langford and Kyle O'Brien
Lurking through the rocky fortress, with my fellow sorceress  
Searching for that Moltres
Sulking true my stalky boostes
Spif mew fearow foretress
Seeking legendary zapdos
Which scene could bring
My destiny and fortunes
Gone double platinum before
I sold an album or streamed
Slipping alpha that's a bet
Gamma where's the dial
Everlasting decoration
Competition busting
Ba-ba-nada-di-dah
A wizard is on earth
And what are we wired for
Light soars across the universe
Did you hear that?
Coo coo atop a roof
Ponyta's tail I grab and flail
A move magikarp
Groove gotcha
The biggest diamond
My eyes have ever seen
Sprite dresses dot my six
Condescendingly
There's a building ahead
Gone swimming


Blue to Black

Pinch

Same lyrics as track four.
Vocals, guitar, bass, MIDI: Kyle O'Brien
Lyrics: Kyle O'Brien

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