Dropping knowledge, “graduated from college with honors”
Sick of the drama, the game, the politics
with a flask in the back of the class, in envy of all of it
selling out for power now? this life is all you get...
Biden for time, your dominion is fraudulent
kill the snake from within, swinging swords inside the skin
God is good, so is sin
It eats at the heart’s of men
No matter the status, it effects all of them
Hate myself so much, forgot you all exist
Living a past life, trying to fix problems quick
Never seems to work out how i wanted it
forever fraudulent
Insurrections without weapons doesn’t make a lot of sense 
see them call it terrorism regardless
When Everything you thought you did
Is upside down like a coin flip, call it pimp
Heads or tails, can’t make cents of this
But I’m going all in, yeah it never fails
Cause it’s not gambling’ if the house always wins 
this is it, it’s why I’m Selleck stashin’ 
casino chips, clips and bullets
mags of tits, and mags of 556
If they want to play boy

Back To Court

Cobwebs everywhere 
No telling what’s living there
Been sitting years
Dust settled to a second layer
Spiderweb factory 
What you get is what you see
Finish glistening
Know what you’re witnessing?
Original untouched
Small budget, Rust bucket
knock the ugly off
low lighting they love it
One owner, low mileage, daily driver 
Survivor, no oil leaks, and good tires
No accidents, not even a fucking fender bender
Dependable
Send ur check’s, money and legal tender
Or visit your local lender
A Friend or family member
And Rustle up a few bucks
The future can get fucked
And so can you too in your new truck
Alignment tried and true
Bank notes in the spokes
Smoke out the moon roof 
It’s too cool
Spend the cash you don’t have
For laughs
Cause Tomorrow is past due

Back From Court

https://soundcloud.com/custard-812123711

Broad daylight, plain sighted
Play right into her hand
Just ‘As you like it’
My type, aggressive plus way tight
delighted, eyes bright
Welcoming and so nice, I like this
Take me from the bar
Far from the barbs that entangle and 
Ensnare my life with vices
Got me thinking twice as if
Deja vu
Clued in like Mrs. White with a knife in the dinning room
Fear is the broken man’s cologne 
Alone, From a crowded room to an empty saloon, then back home
When you entered I knew
Nothing matters but the chitter chatter
fine tuned, mind you
Decoding the messages sounding like pop rocks
And I could just stare, I don’t care if the talk stops
You diminish the filling of feeling like this
Reciprocate so willingly so I’m feeling this shit
And I’m Left to connect the dots
Like I read brail
Save the details
Close eyes and feel real

Walk With Me (Walker) prod. by Custard

https://soundcloud.com/custard-812123711/ladybugs

My perspective, when i wreak this
is like if Sugar Ray Robinson boxed Cashis
the baddest, spastic bastard, bibical ass kicking
swinging licks with elbows, limbs, and fists
Pacifist loving chicks with the fattest assets
Bank notes denote attraction
but who am I to cast doubt
when only a few of you aren’t acting    
like when things get hard you wouldn’t back out
Float above it like pfd’s, amazing beats and lyrical feats
polluting these streets when I blaze on weed
Mind tripping when the pen starts dipping ink
Reactive, percise like exacto knife extraction inc
and I don’t think, i do it on repeat
practice the craft until it’s hair raising
a gift, a talent,
a fifth in a challace
plus an ounce through the vape gadget
makes me a rap addict

I’m back at it, ya’ll listen to whack static
that’s fake and past plastic
I’ll wait, ya'll have at it
but take my word as is
ya’ll act like status matters
in fact the devil has us
we sinners with bills stacked up
and lust for the distraction
phones, hypnotic graphics
the News is all actors
reality's got me baffled
retract on what they had said
brain dead, defending positions backwards
cause ratings below average
then they call me problematic

Ladybug Thugs prod. by Custard

https://soundcloud.com/custard-812123711/on-mars

and there I was
life meaningless unless I catch a buzz
time a mystery machine like Scooby catching thugs
Sucks, love is what I missed
no feeling it
Regret is what frequents deep within
for those who live in sin
it’s like a constant battle to begin
it’s like I’m always saddled by how things should have been
in the past
but time moves constant
Fractal equivalence an angle mangled carnage
frightening and when I wake up from deep sleep
for God’s sake cover me, blanket or fleece
need it be, so it will be
in intcricate overlaps of relapse
living life sober I’m over that
and knowing fact, I’m told to retract like folding chairs
and placed in oval bags, to be thrown over shoulder and carried
convenient utilitarian material 
for which to be used and abused before ethereal
eternal life I know I’m right, even though I feel like
super out of place, a cook without their taste
a rat without a race, steady keeping pace
hope I can keep up

and that’s hard enough ins’t it?
to live good, there’s no equivalent
spitting lyrics sick, written in herioglyphs
so mind your business or get your shit gone
and I don’t need your stress to live long
or stack big Bills like I’m a Clinton
With vision atop the tower like King Kong
or a Ring alarm
Cause someone’s always watching
your innocence the object
but this is obvious
maybe if I didn’t take weed pulls
I would be able to see full
beyond the vision of Smeagol
we're people, and good will prevail
but we'd consume each other without retail
and I’d balloon my debt to live with sea shells
on the sea floor, in a round dome like Sandy from Sponge Bob
left alone, with my Irish lass
I hope you all move on, shit real fast
the real task, is finding the truth where you dwell
to bless yourself with love or fall victim to yourself

Mars Bars prod. by Custard

https://soundcloud.com/user-503424102

They say, only the good die young
I'm still breathing

the good, the bad and the ugly
suddenly somebody gives a fuck and loves me
it’s well beyond, the response I was warranting
supremely sweet is how she treats me
like King and Queen and the country needs to be free
imagine the most amazing feeling and double it
catch me frantic pacing, persperating, I love it
wrought with latent thoughts brought from heart racing non stop 
blood clot, patient zero now I fear no shot
from Cupid, allusive like sand through the hour glass
the hour's moving fast    
Surpassing acts from past
events on the defense in my present tense 
even though she’s heaven sent
those demons always on my dick
so I stay on my grind
stress, always on my mind
only so much time to unwind
the strife in this life
and I want to hide
cry, fight, die but I’ll never die
cause the damned never die
I’m damned as I live this life 

Only the good die young
I'm still breathing

since you entered into my vision my sense of confidence has shifted from being encrypted to feeling exquisite 
Different than change, it has existed at any age, every stage but this is 
Divisive its almost as if you had to say
You’re deranged for me to finally feel my rage
To feel the pain that’s so deep engrained that it’s in vein
To try to work through it would be inane
Miss Maine, misguided like trying to tame a wild tiger
The flame, the fire inside raging and violent
A life of quiet desperation, sounding the siren 
Silent like Walden, wandering closer to scold you
I thought I told you the damned live a life that’s never over
hold your head even higher like a pitch from a choir
never let em see you perspire, make em bow to the sire
your next life will be swimming in a lake of fire
so learn that breast stroke cause your life's a death note

They say, only the good die young
I'm still breathing

Still Breathing feat. MattyC prod. by CraigMJC

@opdi

rhyming is set inside me, don’t try just let it vibe it
no mind, set it aside, timing simply divine
sublime a simple simon defined by all the lies 
no cents, nickeled and dimed, pay rent, should’ve been mine
but it’s back in the cracks of the brain, keep it recessed and it’s tamed
from all the cess that I claim, keeps me relaxed and sane
let me kick facts, spit game, better retract what your saying
they keeping track and stab backs without shame

watch the movie The Game for proper context 
a man driven insane, gang-stalked in the process
you’re part of the Truman show, but too stupid to notice
Eyes Wide Shut, as Stanley Kubrick has shown us
mask city with masses distracted
they can’t see an opportunity to hide from CCTV
making illicit activities easy, instead they cry civil liberties
the irony is killing me
dead like chivalry, everyone’s living too fast
bitches are trash, traditional morals have passed
checking Tinder for ass, just for a moment of respite
but no matter the tactic, still come off desperate
should I smoke some more cess? shit. 
grab a fifth? and keep deflecting….
or should we be completely invested,
resurrect this and take back what’s become their directive
 
there’s an outbreak in this hell scape
they placate ’till it’s too late, now it’s our fate
it came from a far place
just a vacation away, a short plane ride then
“you’ve reached your destination”
nobody seems to care, bunch of zombies
slaves waiting for the ok, they say “stay calm please”
I pray beyond means to bring peace to all beings
believing the all seeing, all knowing, cause all hope is fleeting
got me thinking am I cursed with fact
I see the play before it happens but refuse to act
if the world were to end tonight
i’d be alright with it
as long as I protect my self image
I play victim, but really it’s just bitch shit
self sabotage, cause I live for applause and recognition
wishing on stars I’d have within me to be living without regard
but can’t afford the effect that it caused

and that’s the worst of it all
i feel trapped, forced to witness the fall
no matter the steps that they take
it’s a day late, a buck short
and left out the official report
no retort, left to record scorn in written form through scores
anything else, stuffed down the memory hole port
it’s blood sport, best believe it’s gonna pour
but I’m saved, through the sacrifice of my Savior

Audio Clip
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s42V8BGBvTk

Quiet Desperation prod. by Opdi

https://soundcloud.com/dymattic-music

even when I was a little kid, I was       looking for that rider chick
do or die and shit, Bonnie Clyde and this infatuation with a 
patient, loving, siren, has since been silenced   
but I aint no bitch, and I would never get violent cause I’m tired of it
like an incel counterfeit terrorist, don’t need an exorcist or a therapist
with summer round the corner, if I aint sent to the coroner
I’m trying to score brah
with a beautiful six who can come with it all night long, on and on and
yeah I’m looking for that longterm grit with a girl whose scared to split
doesn’t even need to speak English, as long as she’s Aquarius she can tell me  

"Don't worry"

and I won’t, I’ll just float till this is over, ice cream up in her soda
till the last sip she’s sweet ambrosia

"Don't worry"

and I know, our time will soon be no more
when I hold her no longer sober, just hope I can keep composure
 
"Don't worry, I like you"

I like you too why don’t we get out of here

"Don't worry, I like you"

what I know, is all I got to show 
    
yeah I got to know this oowop chick, two blunts thick
face and ass, wit to match, but so damn slick
playing men for simps, it was the easiest fleecing us
deceitful lust, had me feeling dumb but man it was fun
now I’m on the run, cocked rounds, locked down
a pistol grip pump, no longer the chump

'Chorus'

and I won’t, I’ll just float till this is over, ice cream up in her soda
till the last sip she’s sweet ambrosia

and I know, our time will soon be no more
when I hold her no longer sober, just hope I can keep composure

especially when she’s telling me that we’re rocky like boulder
and i should never be seen willingly wishing on four leaf clovers
turning pale now, vertigo, chalk it up, white cliffs of dover
I was so high now I’m falling down, this is my supernova

I Like You prod. by Dymattic

https://soundcloud.com/user-503424102

Creature comforts and frequent slumber
Suffer the repercussions of deep discussions
seeking answers cause days are numbered and truth is cancer
mumbled by masked masses trapped insects encased in amber
Endure the slander
An easy target cause to martyr
The fodder for no tomorrow
A slaughter of mental toddlers
But all yall can get bent
Shapeshifter Trapezoid
Humanoid who's employed to pay rent
Fated and predicted to get addicted to substance
Many run ins but I was off track muddin’
Full sail hardship, a deckhand scrubbin
Cause I was nothing, and now they’re calling me captain
Respect on sail like I was dealing in fractions
Press reset, but nothing happens
The buttons broken so I’m super soaking
Overdosing on potent liquid potions
No one noticed cause I play pretend
If these chords didn’t know me pretense
Then when the beat kicks in, I wouldn’t say shit
Reality hit and miss like Ali on the defense
Rope a dope genius
And all of this is as good as it gets
Sit back and get plugged into the matrix
Comfy cozy dozing off from the soma in a coma, I’m lost
All alone in my thoughts and no one knows of the cost
Or even noticed the obvious
That Abandoning logic
Would result with exhaustion
A taste of our by product
alas our past self
A mass of vast wealth
Surpassed by trash health
An addict actively adapting to hell

this is LEGiT

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