This is the first episode of a 'SERIES' of raps about my past and why I am the way I am.  One installment building off the next.  All original material created by myself. Enjoy.

the chorus of the beat is the MASH theme cut up. "suicide is painless" cut and mashed into that melody.

yo fuck this type
of person I've become
my minds undone
my life's undone
clothes is rugged
like I am struggling
i'm looking at you shrugging
your looking at me shrugging
my souls marooned, like crusoe, robinson
off to milwaukee she's staying in washington
feeling resistant, can't fuck with distance
said goodbye twice, been sobbing cause this is it

I'm very foolish when dealing with love
sex is fun, but the emotions cumbersome
to me it all relates to how I'm living life
never was the social type, felt good when it was right
but when it went bad it was maddening, 
like playing any of my homies in Madden and they're cruising, getting a bruising
frustrated no matter the combination of buttons
i'm still losing

i guess it all relates
to how your feeling, great
how i'm feeling, late
to the party and there's no more cake

The Rockford Files - Episode 1

This is the second episode of a 'SERIES' of raps about my past and why I am the way I am. One installment building off the next. All original material created by myself. Enjoy.

check out the first episode https://soundcloud.com/thisislegit2/the-rockford-files-episode-1

Chorus

I met a dope chick on Ok Cupid
where getting a reply is so elusive
soon we'll be closer than US and Cuba 
I hope I don't come off as stupid

Hi I'm date Mike. Nice to meet me
How you like your eggs in the morning? Over easy?
Tease me, please me, nice and creepy
I haven't had a girl since Chandra Levy 

More confused than a new born on youporn
steep learning curve, like climbing Matterhorn
she's 23, an alpine enthusiast 
if I summit her wit 
without altitude sickness
she might let me take a peak/peek
but I'm buckling at the knees
feeling weak from the fatigue 
not to speak of the introspect
symptoms from the height of her intellect, I'm into it

Chorus

Phase two, second guess everything that I do
everything that I say, I pick choose
but the fact is, my sex life retroactive
so I should probably stop backpedalling 

meddling mind state, peddling scenes from bad dates
game on,  like check mate on the checkered flag
finish line tainted, think   spike-strips of hatred
complicated, like Medusa's hair braided

love life Mortal Kombat crazy, 
Sub-Zero and Raiden
but I've always felt Jade 
did we need to keep playing games
did we need to keep saying names
i think already stated 
the labor pains intense
but the pretense slated for a slippery slope
from a matter that's unrelated
david against goliath
dating's a monster that I hope to slay quick
waiting with rock slung feeling fated to face it
 


The Rockford Files - Episode 2

https://soundcloud.com/custard-812123711

mind oasis. complacent, pacing. ups and downs, here to stay and come around. strung the fuck out. bugged and so what now
my other friend and them. dealing with the heroin, deflecting all who want to help out
breaking mirrors to see things clearer, how?...hoping another angle would let go of life's strangle hold
yo remember back, you and me talking shit, smoking weed, 
everything just a step ahead, as far as we could see
then your pops laid to rest, plans got put to test
you started blaming me cause i was doing well
said i wasn't there for you and started snorting pills
I told you we would help you out, your head was filled with doubt
dumb, the outcome
I told you running numbers was going to count for none
calling me pretending your going to rehab
so you can get a couple bucks sent to you real fast
infected with the devil, eyesight on the bezel, time ticks
my life's passed, moving up a level
ever since you
gave yourself an excuse to go ahead and abuse
anything and everything you'd use, to use
life's a trip, which trips me out
all we want is control but no one knows the road
so where do we go now?

DC$'s Album

Basement Style (Dexter Morgan((Wrap it Up))) Prod. by Custard

https://soundcloud.com/seven-daze-862852679

don't know why you look my way, when  every time I pull up quick
don't know why you keep my name inside your mouth, stay on my dick
every time I see your face, it makes me want to fucking spit
don't know why you speak my name, it's time we fucking silenced it

murderous, ever since you heard my shit
thoughts echo, emotions you can't let go
moments gone, all alone i feel tonight
shitty day, gone away are the smiles causing fright
i've had enough time with the truth
look around town, judge the fuck out of you
open eyes, perception ain't no better lesson
it's a fucking fake, levitate to walk on water say a blessing
essence verified, you need to get more guys, facing me?
talking bruce lee rage, you gonna need forty peeps
fuck the king and all the king's men
fuck the radio hits, likes, shares and twitter trends
fuck everything you identify with
your time is a lie bitch
took me five minutes to write this
speak from the heart
could have spent a second more 
but then we're talking art, and this is just a farce 
i was going for tart
sick of life cause it's only the start
soul shines brighter in the dark
life is lighter without bark
break the cocoon and let wings fly a far
better than being the one in charge
yes sir sarge, I'm a barge in the middle of the ocean
sans tug boat pulling, no control, souls afloat, propellors broken
put the horse before the cart
or before you start you'll be sinking deep in shits creek without an oar

Voodoo Donut prod. by Seven Days

https://soundcloud.com/custard-812123711

i don't think i love life like some of you
judging by my actions, or me acting subdued
packing out, adventurous, to me would be pretend shit
id rather sit around, chill and read the news
I haven't loved a girl since i was young
I'm twenty eight now, it's been since twenty one
yeah i've got my dick wet, plenty girls i regret
so now I'm holding out for one who's true
i'm starting to feel down with you hanging round
seeing all of you filled my head with so much doubt
i really hate this feeling, but fuck it, aint appealing
so it's  best to shut my mouth, peace, I'm out.

Holiday Blues prod. by Custard

@custard-812123711

judging by my relationships, I'm a sadomasochist
I just like girls hurting me, I'm whipped
filling clips with emotion to burst at and hurt em
verdict read by the jury when bullets sent to murder ya
now, who is this hitting me up on plenty fish
Call me Captain Nemo cause she's forty leagues under this
creature from the black lagoon, best to sit and wait
make no sudden movements or flashback from Ricki Lake 
press a bitch to the precipice, then i press it in
vestiges festering, sex sequestered estrogen
vested in, tested and rejected, now  i'm left to sin
victims, next of kin, arrested development
all these people type cast in roles that they hate
living day to day, as flawed characters they made
feeling more trapped than ever, but it's he who writes the script,
such a complex endeavor, when the world is out to get you

Typecast prod. by Custard

https://soundcloud.com/seven-daze-862852679

i still hesitate like them other men
moving like a fake, and i play pretend
sipping on a beer makes feel alright
but nothing really feels like those flashing lights

maybe i'll hold still until we've passed the fire
or maybe i'll let squeal my four rubber tires 
but whatever i do, i know that i'm screwed
cause i should have never done, what I did to you

backing away, still packing my faith, dark passenger takes
a knife from the plate, touches skin the blade 
defend and resort to this, terminal breach, learning to speak through 
written words concerning my peace
if i'm able to take a second to meditate
don't have to show my power level and levitate
reality on the fringe when i get in the zone
got what it takes to win surrounded by clones
no emotions shown 
fuck am i holding back? 
paranoid hypochondriac panic attack
i'm adamant that, i'm an average cat, staggering
beer cans attached to the hat, now that is a fact i contend
try to be nice, this life is very wild
hitting breaks on ice, thoughts are slipping now
simple child, turned into a simpler man
judged by my smile, you'd think that  i was sinister, damned
I make your blood boil when I get to talking
photoshopping bitches out my pictures often
murder mystery, these women  can't do shit to me
give into my dark passenger and kill a human being
fuck shit bitch, that's the fifth speaking softly
taking it to the face reconfigure steps walking 
ever since we acted awkward, couldn't figure it out
the sun or the clouds, weather was not a subject of ours
never had a dull moment, when things went foul
i pictured me last to the life boats, when the ship sinks down
as people gathered round and start to gawking, shit gets awkward
life in peril you sit staring glaring black like what's your problem

Kermit the Hermit prod. by Seven Daze

https://soundcloud.com/goldenboychoir/sleepwalking

i'm wondering 
when i pull out pens like pins of grenades 
will the blast radius amass salvation
or pass the buck like the last administration
and leave the milk out
sending brainwaves so your brave face can bear my grin out
yeah i'm blind so life i feel round
when ink i spill 'bout
contagious my mind states a playbook
button hooks, fade routs
hiding away from the telescreen
nooks and crannies are where i stay now
lost in space, Scotty beam me up
reality makes me scream
i've had enough so mad i'm stuck 
proud as fuck, against the stream
a simple man that finds his peace
in rhymes and beats, defined by feats a scam
pieced together with ease of hand
and breeze past ya as i breath in ashes and vapors from the man
seem pleased, but alas, the life i lead just ain't the that one i planned
but it's me, it's who i am

Sleep Talking prod. by golden boy choir

sitting here wasted, contemplating distaste for the two face faceless
backstabbing embracers
i stand just beyond the horizon of hate, waiting for the moons beam anxious, 
the suns reflection etches light on me praying
what the fuck you waiting for?
act now or this taste will form deep up your soul, you'll be all alone, 
build it they will come, trust me i would know

i've been all alone since day one
i've been all I know since i was young
it's better when the drama's none
I've been all alone since I was young
I've been all alone since day one
It's better when the trauma's done

back in 6th grade, i was packing 6 blades
i was acting with rage, wondering if i'd saved myself from the tragedy
madmen catastrophe, asterisk bastard kid on the edge apathy
ring, ring, ring, telephone, won't you pick up?
i'm older now, hearts colder in the back of this kids truck
avoiding a ticket, laying flat like a stick bug
watching the sky pass, on the way to get blasted
graduated on the same day got my masters
sitting with my buddy getting shit faced playing madden
ten years this day, not the way it's supposed to happen
motherfuckers left and right, broken down get some plaster
after all was said and done, i needed closure, so i'll pull the
wool out my eyes then i'll act surprised

i represent the insignificant, the kids with friends imaginary
ghosted sillouhettes, the ones who feel regret persistence is the head hung in the gallery
they're having me sidelined, on the b team, i'm the real thing but you see now
it's hard for me to see how, the baller things aren't retail
more about the hard shit, warned about the hardship
all I see is people and their objects
objectively it's clearly bullshit
so I slow my roll, and start saving all it
i don't have much but i'm hardly starving
when the cards are dealt, you can bet i'll be all in
rebound like i'm Rodman, a problem at the rim
donn't fit the mold, or rick the roll too obvious for him
probably just depends, like old men packing  
I push the backseat back and start the gangster acting like

put your hands in the sky if you got some weed
put that weed to your lips take a breath with me
lets get high, like we wanna
get high, on the marijuana 

yeah i can see the benefits, you cool with it you friends with this?
I'm sinister upon some reefer fever hot like temperatures
there's no defense of it, like Jordan on the court
it's obvious, you're fraudulent, there's nothing to report
still i'm out of sorts, out of place, stuck in outer space
blazing haze leaves my face, staring dazed, dreaming wake
faded, clearly changed, like somethings off with him
i just ingested, untested levels of the cannabis, 
i'm high as shit, fly as shit, might just take off
a lioness, hiding kids, rip your face off
so try some shit, might just get, violent bitch
pouring gasoline and lighting it, that's how you start a fire quick

Day One Prod. by Preference

@craigmjc

selling out, selling out, everybody's selling out
i don't doubt what i'm about but the devil's all around
buddy lost in the oxy probably robbing someone now
homies don't care to know me, so I'm learning about myself
not a girl wants the digits, no one's there, not a sound
i don't miss it, but it's always on my mind, hear it pound
like my heart beat, palpitations and closed artery
i think it's starting to die from all this "wisdom" haunting me
a need to spread speech, like a gospel on the mission 
got so much to say, no one cares, no one listens,
so i say it to myself, walk around like a scizo 
it's so hard for me, i don't even know if you
understand, under manned, in demand, i'm the man
but i can-not get things under hand without a plan
mastermind, take the time to master rhymes, cause i can
top notch, hot shot, blocked off, damn
off top, rock spots, like Notre-Dame, France
always stoned, all alone, like the man in Vatican 
adamant pacifist, Ativan the sacrament
battle men in battlements embattled in the Happening
all it takes is one shot, all i need is one shot
see the opening and throw it up with all i got, looking in and focussing
salivate and circling, like vultures flying over us
it goes in, but no ones round to notice it
so i know it's sin, they say the truth is sobering 
keep it motoring, like the Hudson next to Hoboken 
hopelessness, bitches call me chauvinist but i know it's shit,
like the raps that i keep to myself
making hits for myself, better now for my health
knowing that it might help someone else, makes me write well
I hope i wont be famous, cause my soul is not for sale
even though i will prevail, like the winds behind me
bitch i'm just too grimy, yeah i see you eyeing D
but you might just find thee devil residing deep inside me
all of us are hiding something, me? I'm still deciding

BeLIE prod. by craigmjc

@custard-812123711

a war monger, stick my dick in whores longer
for sure father, rock em-sock em robot-er 
shore otter, lounging round a natural squatter
passive monster, life's gone, dreams squandered
a real honor to live, give props to my father
death conquers all, give props to the Father
cue congas, as I wander off yonder
feel bonkers, eyes goner, marijuana
brought to you by the sponsor, saunter quickly over
like a jogger, walker texas off the top, i slaughter
hunger runs deep, growing stronger
never younger, always pondering time as I live it on and on and
while i'm rambling, thoughts scrambled in I
maintain landscapes penciled in like my schedule is
if i need to call it quits, i always can
not a man, what's a man, i question it, is it best when its
a test of wits, they know the fuse is lit
first take, replay ready set, the chip's already spent
this is heaven sent, write a sentence quick
don't think about it twice, then go back and check
edit it? never kid, this is forever shit
part of God's plan, performing words penned by God's hand,
smuggled in, hiding grams, contraband
but i do what i can, so you can understand
a life without highlights, like street fights mono e mono
before camera cellphones you had to just go
pay witness, and be ready for some slick shit
remember watching two kids, two friends just let go punches, 
the cheers echo gathering behind bethel at lunches
i never let those, memories subside
i'll never let those, memories die

Memories prod. by Custard

@custard-812123711

I don't want to rap
get behind mics to act
Play the script, then bitch and moan about facts
I'd rather sit back, crack bottles and laugh
Burn through trees fast, count money in stacks
But it's crap if the craft ain't a pat on the back
it's whack unless I wax actresses in packs
Wholesale puss but I can't I'm a wuss
Take a minute to live up in it
It's worse than it looks
never settle down, don't work for me either
Huffing refer similar to ether either
I'm about die or I'm about to thrive
Always in stride, never living a lie 
Head killing aside, willing to die
For the people who got me
Willing to try the people who doubt these
Words, yeah they're meant for a few, those who
Live in the system, playing the fool
what the fuck is this shit mumbling stumbling to your 9-5 grumbling it's
humbling paying witness
contortion
Ideas aborted
People supported in their evil ways
Sitting dazed by the lake hoping to make
Sense of the senseless
Protect the endless defenseless
Matter of fact me, I am weak against this evil I speak
Still I'm going to sleep with a heavy head
Hearts been dead
Since way back when
Still I sin, wondering if it'll change men
Hope, it's different way than Obama's end plan
This shits insane man
everyones scared of shit 
Especially my therapist
When I tell em listen in, then I play him this
The words out of order
My worlds sorta boredom 
Water world slaughter
Child support hoarder

Vaporized prod. by Custard

@https://soundcloud.com/leandeath

the dreams I always wanted and wished for
I thought it would be different for sure
the shadow of death stalks me
haunts me every moment i live, mocking
don't mistake this for depression
typeset, I'm just being introspective 
set     in a minor key, an anthem
for the people with major problems, who can't just
cry a few tears and let go
it's called starting over but they don't know
we live in fear
some can't face it
drink the blood of Christ
walk around wasted
go to sleep with it, awake with it
trust me they'll regret it, everything is shit
everything I ever need is given to me for free
it's the luck of the draw, admit it
your god deceives, best believe
a lot of talk, you fucking kidding me? i just sit around in awe

i'm so lonely x4

unless you got something to say, open up or shut down
what now, you mother fuckers what now
lies and snakes, night and day monotony
a player pimp, whose limp, from sticking with monogamy 
vault of horrors open now, waiting with the shogun style
swinging swords at mic chords faster than hordes of drunk 
whores flocking towards front doors to hear my oratory wild, show went overtime 
silence is my native tongue
riding bitches, shit i'm sprung
catching feelings back, when i was young
back when i was dumb, back when things were fun
now i'm on the run, egos deflating it's never done
i get the picture, symptoms of thoughts debating these
feelings of sticking with ya the thought alone enough to heed 
anxiety, so many people rely on me, supplying these
fine lines we cross, i'm not the one in need 

i'm so lonely x4 

nightmares, night terrorists, light years ahead these other mother fucking heretics 
inheriting fairy tale x files
we all suffer from you shallow ego driven lifestyles
as i live with this death shit
where we dwell in another realm, unable to accept it
we are trapped by reality
don't believe all you see
in fact, you're a casualty 
inner peace is never easy, why
worried about money, death, living a lie
spitting rhymes with such ease i might be big league
hit it off the dome,  walk to home quickly
victory lap, freebase, ignoring the facts
slide into the plate cause fuck it, it's all the same
no ones in the stands, cause they don't understand
so they don't pay to watch, i feel like this a lot 
i'm feeling out of place, like i'm up in outer space
running out of space to trace back actions that save face
irate, used to drink beers to stop tears from flowing
now I drink a beer the tears start going
what it's showing is i'm letting go and I think i know
it's nothing i can control, cause I am just one soul 
gleaming what I can, from the things I understand
only just one man, taking action as I can

Relative Manifestation prod. by Robert Tripp.

@craigmjc

she a hard body, called naughty, a doll properly 
stalled slightly to introduced the all mighty
illuminati, calling in sick like Paulie
ordering hits on the Don probably, 
all cause she, thought he was the shit
now he's standing in it oddly
falling for tricks, scamming for hoes with no modesty
hoe happy jackie, fat ass for mass casualties
don't act bashful, she's out with bags of cash full
to the brim, got me believing in Him, conceiving the grim
conceding the sin, bleeding again
for that Vice City vibe, chainsaws, shower stalls
power tools, one mantra, 'the world is yours'
here to take it, severing limbs of those adjacent
giving face lifts and tummy tucks while I'm wasted 
just to waste this, moment i had you in my grasp
just to taste this, smell of redemption i hope it lasts
this is blatant, shove it in your face shit
lies for the sake of lies to desensitize mind to agents
can't take it, looking at bitches and then they say shit 
they stare vacant, just to test their status they get
triggered, cardiac arrest
then I'm ghosted, cease to exist, won't answer a text
living alone like I'm 85 and I told you so
bitches aint shit, a young man whose grown old

Vice City Vibe prod. by craigmjc

@Opdi

from the start I've been regarded
as a piece of shit but all that
people say is fraud
so I ignore the heart of it
which is to say that all I have is nada a bit
a confidence, got to be kidding
missing it since I was a college kid
motherfuckers took my soul away
propaganda for a grade
now their tapes on auto play, for all of days
not that I had choices here
stay in Spanaway or make a plan to vacate
try to get you a career and family
saving up to give a fuck
not much left to pull from
cause life is corrupt, just about given it up
bankrupt luck, love's calamity
it's gona take the man in me to live with this insanity
high demand of vanity
i just want to know
what's the point of the show
playing a part like Shakespeare art
forming a role
reading lines, word for word
television hosts
sitting here alone
exhaling this  smoke


i'm not here to bitch and moan
i'm just getting in my zone


an asthmatic with sporadic gasping
multi tasking, popping pills, time lapse
release, relax, relapse then 
feel old fashioned for a fraction
as reality comes crashing
best to regain traction
need a fix, for the shit i cannot deal with
self indulge, routine's getting old, real quick
i'm not here to bitch and moan
i'm just getting in my zone
i don't understand this
i'm just doing what I'm told
i'm not strong like cement bricks
I am weak, I will fold
i will listen then repeat
2+2=4
you're a bitch for believing that
an ass for revealing your tact
a soul who is damned
a cog in their evil plan

i want to get away
i want to get with you

Super Duper prod. by Opdi

https://soundcloud.com/leandeath

why are people so evil?
i see the need to repo souls, 
prequel to satan hate left devastated
family premeditated facts that long predated the act
now I'm left questioning that
run upon the innocent with blood shed deafening
blind to the result, let's see those teeth pulled
you need no, introduction, enemy numero primo
i see cold, eyes with crazed shine, like you evil
leave scores behind with such despair and grief
we all fall, autumn leaves, winter sleet, let it be
but i see, problems forming like a block party
slowly but surly, i'm the dude that's there 2 hours early
drugs ingested, ready to wreck shit, impressive
yes to ignore fears, yes cause weed and beer 
who's got backs, they coming from side to side
you can never relax, you just aint living right 
 
people are so evil 
everyday it's all the same
people so evil
anyway I can abstain
people so evil
never i'll say never again
people are so evil
people are so evil  
  
it's hard to imagine, a rag tag team of madmen
whose seen a sad land become a badlands
god damned us.
i don't know what to say fuck
everything is so…. 
when every one of us
is all about us
we forget the matter at hand
sad as i am
can't understand the damned man
back to the wall, asking from y'all
a simple response
recognition, a smile, hi, wave or a nod
all alone inside and out, know one knows em
witnesses are want to dismiss him and move forward
but this is simply not the issue that you sit through stoic

morally corrupt, then again we all sinners
DNA, been that way from the beginning
got freedom but I'm always living with an illness
go get this, get that, then ask for loan forgiveness
rather sit back, smoke blunts take very deep naps
bulk up eating government snacks
in the woods all alone by myself imagine that!
but it ain't gonna happen
like a crazed man snapping strapped waistband packing gats, semi automatics blasting caps
cause he's lacking tact, empathy that and he's slacking back , couldn't keep up with the masses packed
what does he want? yo, ask him fast!                                                                           
couldn't hear me over bullets whizzing passed
faster than facts fly out the window when the emotions are vast 
your not a factor, multiplied and then enacted upon, 
you're a bastard, and your fucking chances are gone

Evil prod. by El Es Dee.

https://soundcloud.com/josephscottallen

time's sublime, definitive let's envision it filled with infinite  
discriminate thoughts and prejudice that we're sinning in, insignificant
politics, race, religion and worst of all dead presidents
look at my residence, evidence, ever since, heaven sent me a prime membership
things look eerily similar, seeing the signs subliminal, yes it is criminal
no they will never get caught, our brain starts to rot from thoughts that they are sending you
what is a simpleton man to do? the necks move quick with the mandible 
memory whole, manage truth out of existence, just like they did with the mammoth tooth

Chorus
Your friends would be so proud
if they could see you now
Screaming at the top of your lungs
Your friends would be so proud

out on the avenue, no one's around, so who am I talking to?
passing cues just like magicians do, pull out a cockatoo, cut through the looky loo
crowd answers back with applause, sense of the awe, smoking some bud no thought of the law
life's a facade, until it all comes crashing back with no pause and it's all a
man made misery, damn they dissing me, internet bullying, walk away from the screen
wondering if I could escape through the streams, probably not, life is just not what it seems

and I don't even know what I want, but I know that I'll flaunt the style that I got
hip hop to the rhythm as I'm spitting listen in mother fuckers, i'm feeling it like adrenaline

Chorus
Your friends could see you now
they would be so proud
Screaming at the top of your lungs
Your friends could see you now

living in sin, I'm usually giving in
sickening, acetaminophen minimum
then I saw a silicone simpleton 
took my breath away
just like carcinogen
Michael Finnegan
here we begin again
devil in denim is seldom unwelcome
asked for her hand, she gave her talons
danced with the devil, and tipped for her talents
Heart full of malice, a palace of gold
rings full of diamonds, but seemingly poor
I'm seeing things more, for what they are worth
what they are worth less than before
a whore to the core, I wish you the best
expecting the worst, cursed to be blessed
caressed by the scent as you burn down the settlement
settle for less when you left for your sentiment 
sit in the tenement a permanent resident
taming the shrew, shrewd and irrelevant
feminist merriment, crude and benevolent
ever since then, my heart is the regiment
high on an elephant armed with a bayonet
Call me Hannibal cause I be slaying it
Eat your heart out, call me a cannibal
everything's gone, except for your clavicle

Distracted prod. by Joseph Scott Allen

Free Download!

Instrumental (Guitar/Bass/Drums) and Chorus Vocals by @craigmjc

Source of Audio Clip
https://youtu.be/GIwl3eQhSGI?t=4m3s

Every time I open the blinds, 
I don't know what I see
Every time I look in the mirror,
I don't know who he is
...
Oh, I'm scared to live
I'm scared to live

life at a crossroads, 30 years old
did what was told, low and behold
no one I know is holding their own
going the flow, pouring their soul into the making 
profits for bosses it's obvious, lot's of us are fraudulent
month to month, shit I'm living day to day
say what you say, like em and dre but don't go spit if you are fake
when you partake you get carried away taking things literally 
it's killing me, looking back now, Orpheus, Eurydice.

Chorus

yo what's the point? if i smoke joints straight to the crutch
sip brews, mind zoom, get the spins and throw up
double clutch thoughts enough people think I'm considerate
they don't know the actions that I'm considering
whole Toyata Corolla full of vulnerabilities
living in moments killing me, never free from hostility
reality defeating me frequently
cause I tried too hard to be someone I'm not
the plot six feet and deepening...

epiphany was hitting me
clear as day, mental slave, victim of conditioning
pledge allegiance to a flag, too afraid to be free
now I'm looking back, memories of what used to be
a kid with dreams intact, just a boy with no grievances 
potential gets you on your way out, aborted fetuses 
what could of been, the should have been
mind frame a time game
the answer the next step peace at least is my aim.

Chorus

The End prod. by craigmjc feat. MattyC

@leandeath

fuck bitches

unmatch me, get tied up like Lassie
found in the taxi, this is the last thing
meant to attract the
you said you was classy, blaspheme
lying to God, trying too hard
get bound in the backseat
are you relaxing? how is the sod?
over the ground that we walk
oxygen lacking?
you was wanting the cock
hit you up, dial tone, no time for the talk
death throes, should've been outlined in the chalk
but Hell knows, how it feels, laid out by the Cross
or jab step, circus act, highflying the hawk
defined by a broad, got me laughing with y'all
it's funny, except I aint laughing at all 

https://youtu.be/a2wXF4cG8rQ?t=22m42s

This guy's a mess, fuck it reactivate him
enter military bases, heavily redacted data
taking notes, cassette tapes to debase the prose 
classified confidant, set behind closed doors
respect refined no more
you will find no more
meaning what?
I won't be defined by whores
off course, plotting on maps to breeze through
battle stations, twitter wars activating the Me Too
set autopilot to cruise to
bitches that do do, the type of shit they choose to
and don't go boo! boo! when I say they cute too

Battle Fatigue prod. by El Es D.

@leandeath

light it up, light it up
we don't give a shit if you high as fuck
high as fuck, high as fuck
better have a drink cause I'm kind of stuck
kind of stuck, in a rut
better pop a pill cause my high is fading
no more delaying it's time to jump
back in, act in lust, cause my love is waning
the moon phases, changes the wave length
when the day is done, one sided, never want to say shit
but when's it gonna be where I have won?
still a lose, lose, 
even if it's you choose
yeah I get it, boo who
but I have no clue
what the fuck to do, even if I do cruise
to the finish I'm diminished even if I making beaucoup bucks
what the fuck?
is a man to do with the truth
jump ship? dump clips? bout to make hits,
fucking bitches till the day ends!
waiting patient for the moment I can stomach being who I am
no pretend, til then it's the vapor
drinking straight from the bottle alcoholic
as I wander off like a vagrant 
no place to go, no one to hold
all alone, just like you
no matter how it sounds
got to say it out loud cause it feels good 
and it's the truth
more or less, I'm 'The Dude', live subdued
seeking truth through the evil that's Set
Like Isis do, Osiris feud, the Horus youth

www.youtube.com/watch?v=bN4BzsVWVUg

truth of it is, closer to death than I'd like to admit
look around town, frown, wow, I'm sick of this shit
wondering if, I'm the culprit, plot twist 
investing my thought in this evil I notice
consciousness battered and worn
living in scorn, scorched earth, engulfed in the storm
proceed without harm, but certainly caution
cause He seems to be watching
I seem to be flaunting
this ignorant shit, consistently mocking
as I light up the blunt, living this life but for the lack of the want
if only for you in the back of the my mind that you viciously haunt

The Downtrodden prod. by El Es D.

@leandeath

I rip clouds off vape pens weed concentrated
chug cans of beers to cheers my doubts liquidated
over consumption enhances, disassociation
see this chick looking at me and I’m over here waiting? 

maybe we could take hands and leave
maybe she is Satan, relieved
over time our evil combined rule the world with an iron fist entwined
with barbed wire, razor blade salvation, JMT
just you and me, no one else would believe
baby just leave em be

when you rolling with cash, you be dealing with stacks
I ain’t dealing with that, I aint dealing with dabs
hit of that wish I could take it all back
it’s the reason I’m making this noise and feeling like crap
not the weed but the beef, what the fuck you didn’t heat this shit to 160 degrees?!
feeling sick with it, e coli, what the fuck is that?
doctor said maybe you should take back all those raps...
shitting on wrappers and they eating it up like mother fucking trash bins
I don’t know what to the fuck I'm supposed to do just pack it in?
I’m full to the brim!
  
looking behind my back like someone’s there, blank stare, vaping weed in my lair
survival instincts you’re minced meat, if they Ginsu’d me wouldn’t even care
part of God’s plan, who’s to say it’s not?
scoff, eh? chip off the old block  
mock me, I get mad, wow so shocking
talk to a bitch for the first time in years and she baulks me
what the fuck is that shit? 
haven’t had that sort of trip since I did 3 tabs watching Patch Adams on acid
I scream cause it’s good for you to know I don’t do this all for show
no one knows cause no one’s there, that’s just how it fucking go
best friend left me for another reality and it saddens me
everyone I used to know seems so shadowy that i’m glad to be
who I am, and they misunderstand the man that I plan to be
demanding these things that to me are just blaspheme
wish I could just pack and leave!
but that’s fucking weak
I’m here for eternity

Devil's Advocate prod. by El Es D.

@Donato-media
[FREE BEAT] Action Bronson Instrumental- Pouches Of Tuna Remix

It’s hard enough
without people calling my bluff
Love left for tough life lessons so fuck it
Scars from the cut of the cuffs remind me of stuff
i keep deep down, boiling up
from the gut
Antacid can’t manage to stop this
Emotions potent poison positioned like rocks 
In the pit of my stomach
like diesel engines it’s rumbling
Keep hidden, blend like street pigeons
it’s nothing
No one knows, except for those who know the flows
And listening in, a very few of many men
Including you, but then again it’s probably true
You dont even know what the fuck you are listening to
Mass panic you’re frantic, as i grab the pad to think 
it’s maddening, demanding the sadness to cease,
all i want is some peace
and this is it, what’s next is myth
Say a prayer and ask forgiveness of sins

I try to keep positive but what the fuck is all this shit?
Confused and lost, abused and tossed aside but fuck it
I ask for help and hope it helps someone else in the process
Cause if it was you that was gone it’s all done and i’d be off a bit
But we dont talk the same shit guess the love is lost with it
I wish i could take all back
Cause you messed me up and this
Is a losing battle, im feeling rattled
But I’m old enough to know
that it is what it is and it wont change unless it’s from within

What awaits us next? Will we ever forget?
Should i live with this deep set regret forever?
defense mechanism set to high
tech cynicism defiant
The fire inside dying and i am
Defiling my pride in hopes to rise again
Egomaniac waiting patient to attack and then
Stab you in the back and hack it up like
Samples in rap
act is now fact can never take it back
Forever intact
But i can move remain strong bonded like James in charge of the aim
let revolvers be brave, sending harm to defame
Ingrained in the culture, i told ya this is a game
Play it, take it make it reality and then they say its sad to see
That these motherfuckers is lost
Slaughter the cause they believe in the process,
Questioning those in charge when you’re more involved in your own losses
You’re the bosses

a stunned product of the unwashed
shunned unwanted and stonewalled
tossed aside like the cap of 40 by an alcoholic
a man’s days numbered by the sheer amount
of gin and tonics
imagine all this and I’m just a “simple man”
waltzing in like no one understands me
i see this girl for infinity, eyes can’t believe
no fucking way that’s she’s leaving me now
but it’s a no go, a NO, fucking for sho, no show
I’m solo, so low I would have to go to sink and think
that this would be my M.O. but you wouldn’t believe
a curse I’m left imagining
the staggering effect of the fantasy
find my way out to get pulled back in
a mac who's crafted after a cheesy porn actor
with the dick out, who whimped out 
who can’t even act hard, 
looking at you like what the fuck you want?
hope you don’t recognize insecurity
realize and then question me
this is me, bend a bitch at the knees
make her please me believe me the best has yet to come
alone I wonder where I’m left to run
no wonder no one’ll find me not stoned like many of one
Neo, need no more to go on, slow on the uptake 
getting lifted by the wake, dealing with ego like jake
placed with two faced kin basted in sin like bacon fake like anything
kim basinger did
so much left to be, but nothing we can even see though kid

I try to keep positive but what the fuck is all this shit?
Confused and lost, abused and tossed aside but fuck it
I ask for help and hope it helps someone else in the process
Cause if it was you that was gone it’s all done and i’d be off a bit
But we dont talk the same shit guess the love is lost with it
I wish i could take all back
Cause you messed me up and this
Is a losing battle, im feeling rattled
But I’m old enough to know
that it is what it is and it wont change unless it’s from within

Chunky Tune ( beat remix prod. by Donato )

@the-simple-sounds

Album art 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evert_Larock#/media/File:Larock-The_Idiot.jpg

idiot, moron, dumbass, racist
Pigeon shit, fascist, bigot, crazy
Illiterate, scum, stupid, lazy
I’m all these things?
no wonder why they hate me

1984 you're listening to this
the suffocation of truth, is clearly in our midst
push it to the abyss
Sit down for a meal, then bring up politics
Tell us all how it is
Have everyone agree
Except me, cause it’s all make believe
Yeah You are who you be
What matter does it make if my truth you cannot take
Make me stop from speaking me
Cause this is Thanksgiving
Would you stop from speaking you
So we could eat this food
maybe we could do, what we came here to do
Sit down for a meal, Give thanks for what we got
Instead I’m a piece of shit
Like i had forgot....
And because i stayed silent...
I’m the one who has to stand with the motherfucking tyrant
Like I’m the one who caused this
They target me regardless
I wish that you could see
what to me is obvious

idiot, moron, dumb ass, racist
Pigeon shit, fascist, bigot, crazy
Illiterate, scum, stupid, lazy
I’m all these things?
no wonder why they hate me

the idiot beat prod by kng_flxx

@beats_free

I'm a simple man, with a simple life
They got an evil plan, I pay their evil price
It’s a not a lot though, just my fucking soul
As I toil and slave for their goals
Awake now, go about your way
Look around, see the slaves
Yeah they’re like a plague
The plot where you lay
Will be dug by your overlords
Sworn to enforce scorn with no regard for the law
And I don't give a fuck what you say
At least that’s what I tell myself every single day, trying to persuade
All I know is what I hold
Fold, cause no one knows but the Lord
And so it goes
Wanna forget what I can't and remember why I am good
Led astray by anxiety of manhood
And I don't plan to, give up what I got
The issue is that this is all for not

I don't know what to say.
Don't know what to do.
Don't know what to say.
Don't know what, 
Don't know what,
to do without you.

Doldrums prod. by Sleepy Bit

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