so i write 16s sometimes, i should probably start sharing them if I ever want to make it as a rapper.

Cycles

my entry for the rapgenius contest that
I didn't have a mic in russia to record,
also i was sick.
i need a producer to make this shit sound good

13 when she started getting hit on by guys
Like ey Mami want a little dick with them fries
Or a martini and Tiffany's, listen and think
Your desperation sure does reek on that drink
What's your name, can we fuck, you while out with your dick
While subconsciously the lady knows she's runnin this shit
Before Wayne had a lollipop up in the club
Say Anything and Brand New taught a schoolkid how to love
It was fucked up, what I learned to do was supplicate
Fixed that for all the bitches who hate when you manipulate
An arms race, charming, yet emotionless and ruthless
Young, dumb, and breaks you down, Cher ain't so Clueless
So stop fawning, start yawning, and hit the floor just to dance
Fuck your hand and avoid the romance
Withhold the dick, supply and demand
Flip the tables and make her beg to get in your pants

Drive Slow

ok this shit is bad...i tried using poetry devices i read about

rap game jeremy hammond

chilling in the lead i need something to do
so imma pack a bowl and drop some bars on you
you script kiddies ain't shit, you can't code can you?
you'll never guess that my password is hunter2

pecking with a banana, that shit so ripe
no letters on the keyboard, so that you can't type
fork bomb fuckers who sanitize funny
and code in PHP and print out dollar sign money

keep hacking elite
keep hacking elite
keep hacking elite
keep hacking elite

shouts out to my true love, grubhub
without them i'd be out trying get fed
sitting on the top shitting all over your bunk bed
drop deuces like i'm hollywood undead

i don't got a team, i am just one dude
i don't pop molly, i rock tomcr00se

Namesake

Catch me snorting dandelions
I'm crazy like Amanda Bynes
It's tantalizing watching me
run fingers round your pantyline
It's so surprising
Fuck Verizon
Love horizons
But I'm rising over these haters
Like yeast, I don't know what the time is

Johnny Coward deflowered in the back of a civic
So fat she's poppin the rivets
And copping some dessert
From the donut palace, with a cock in her miz-outh
Tried to ditch her outside, and get the sack out my hiz-ouse

Ho, Do you wanna smoke crack?
Come over and smack your back on my aerobics mat
Uh, And prepare to meet horny me
Now I'm storming your bitches pussy like normandy

Singing I Love You
And you can love me monotonicly, Bore-ney
Eyes locked in the midst of an orgy
We had something, we both felt more
But there's a hole in your heart
You four door whore

Uh, I'm frustrated we dated
but now I'm sated so I'm chewing
days away, masticating
Put it all the way in, and just let it simmer man
You'll never forgive me like I'm George Zimmerman

--------------------------------------------

Beat thanks to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZKeH5k4JMU

Risky Business Freestyle

I have a fever and shit and need to heal up like wolverine for tomorrow.
Been watching battle raps.

I'm a little feverish
uh, sightly delirious
Phone dropping the chopper noise
Next to where the speaker sits
And I can barely speak or spit
Still fuck with that reefer kid
Chiefin it, eating it
not wanting to give a shit

Roll up to the police station
Peep the cops face when a hot alien waif
tells him she raped a dude
Surfing pictures of the bottom half of keyboards
Zoomed in on the middle
Saying damn dude, space is huge

Probably, I'll be found dead in my apartment
How do you eat when you lack little white cartons?
Round up a cavewoman, stomp her out with doc martens
Screaming bitch make me dinner like a little white cartman
And she's too old to get her face put on milk cartons
Baby by the milk man, fuck no, abortion
Please can I keep it, ho quit your talkin
Only carriage she rocks is off a cliff: Clara Barton

Literally Sick

With good production, even I can sing.

prod. bighead x manzo
Thanks to gabriel black for helping with the sound and writing.
And thanks to Alex @ officialloyalty for making it happen.

die now

Just having fun on a Thursday morning. No production quality, this is musical typing in Garageband with "Kyle" the virtual drummer. I bought a little 25 key keyboard that gets here tomorrow cause I'm too lazy to move the piano over so like the notes can have different velocities and stuff.

THE NOTCHESSS OF YOUR SPINE...aRE LOOKING sHArP TONITE

Original Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9i3t9mAvwqg

Me vs Your Friends (cover)

It was called the cold war because russia is cold *preview*

someone should explain my shit on rapgenius so i can understand it

****

my goon says you can go on
and we'll take this off ice, back to my office
plus bonus, these girls wanna bone us
though they just told us
mining guild scams are off the menu
you wouldn't continue, to con tin you
hiding with your laptop, in a bag of groceries
ingots in sacks, hoping thats said jokingly
leaving me to hashtag wait and hope and see
behind 7 proxies, you ran all locally
and i know it's not your scene
but party vans are not the parties that you see on your screen
old school, kick it back to command.com
when you still believed you one day might not live with your mom
on your apple ii e, typing peek and poke
when you first ixquicked for deep and throat
john mccain, please let me beat the hope
marketing campaign, scribbled with pen stains
gone off that cocaine, crashing that fast train, in spain
and watching when the fire sparks
i was ethereal before i was a wireshark

25 Down Guarana

Cover of Eminem's "The Sauce". Practicing my breath control and cadence.

I encourage you to try this with a mic and instrumental, it's not as easy as I first thought. Much respect to Eminem. And no disrespect to Benzino, this diss is just an impressive display of technical prowess.

The Sauce (cover)

had to recreate the sample cause of the copyright filter
and there is a piano in my apartment

yeah...it's not rap

i want to be in love when the endgame plays out

So there's some good news and bad news.

Bad news, I didn't have a real mic to record this, as I am, as stated, in a hotel room and only have my mac. 

Good news, I learned what mastering was. Shouts to the Portland crew.

Room Service Freestyle

bonus track from that time i was in vegas and went to the studio. don't expect much.

towards a transformative hermeneutics of quantum gravity

My first complete rap track ever!

Live from DEFCON 22 in Vegas

http://open.spotify.com/track/41blaoqElTldKdFKxKYK2O
https://itunes.apple.com/album/it-was-called-cold-war-because/id909648022?l=ja&v0=9988&ign-mpt=uo%3D1



it was called the cold war because russia is cold

Raiding party!

Things I should have been doing today include making my Taiwan talk, cleaning my apartment, and incorporating. Things I actually did today include this rap song and playing age of empires.

Also, for serious, I need a producer. Message me here.

Beat thanks to HHSolid, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZVtSyRSRyI


Small Chair Culture War

Happy 4th of July.

One take, if I fuck up then I don't redo it.

I just don't feel the feelings the second time and I am a bad actor.

could we please make greatness great again

Backing track (so good!): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nfb1ERhc-s

Wrote this while listening to this song on the way to the coffee shop. Recorded. Feel like I am getting better with flow. Still lacking any sort of production at all.

Think at least I'm starting to understand the concept of my EP, if it ever happens.

== Lyrics ==

I can't deny that my childhood shaped me
Never quite sure of where they should place me
I was once a baby, always crazy
Maybe foaming fuming rabies

There were nights I would drive till the sun came up
I was young I was smart but still dumb as fuck
I've gotten over much I'm here to press my luck
If ya'll still got dreams than can you hold em up

We were born to smile but we are grown to frown
If you could lift me up then can you hold me down
On those summer nights, we would run around
And if you come back here then you could hold me now

Back to the magic that made me
Unstoppable, outta your weight class
And you be like wait class
I'd skate past, but in my head I would race fast
And pace till I place among all of the greats past

I found the world on the Internet
So maybe it's just you that I don't respect
And I grew up to be the dopest ever
I was nobody
But I was a little bit clever 

Go on pull the lever
Hear the cereal drop
They told you it is good to be
Getting that guap
Or at Chipotle for 2 bucks
Getting that guac
You'll retire one day
But it never will
Stop

"crybaby"

is it still possible to feel things non ironically?

if you are thinking of starting a company don't

i got the house to myself
i can finally rap alone
back in jersey for the holidays
i don't think i can call it home

started a company this year
this is straight from the valley throne: it sucks

the only voice left at the party
is telling me that i shoulda known
your 27 and never grown
and what you think / you get to the top / and you're less alone
all the pressures and stressors and headaches
you wake up and feel great

nah, you stagnate
and flip a shit when your uber's 3 minutes late
and can you still make fun of fat people
when your BMI is overweight?
i sorta of feel like i'm out of place

a year goes by you look around
you're down in the shitter
so down you can't be fucked
if they call you a quitter
a loser, a little bitch
who didn't deliver
by the type of guy
who comments and gets triggered

if that's the test
then i didn't prepare
lookin kinda stupid standing in my underwear
should i rock chris and be never scared
or leave there for somewhere
is this feeling just here
or is it -- everywhere?

from the ass of my chair shit talkin
i lost a girl i love this year
now i date myself like i'm crip walkin
and i might sound like drake
but i miss the old you and the old us
when we lived in the closet like harry potter
guess there never was much trust
i just want to save us from the future
but you never loved yourself
and i never saw where you holed up

i got a lot of thoughts to think on the train home
i wonder if younger me would be proud of me
he never doubted me, we made choices
and tried our best to drop out
lets get him loud on these words now

is there a place for people
who actually wanna change the world?
and don't just wanna make a buck
and market shit to boys and girls
and fill the ads with products
that are just out of their reach and so
they're depressed and you can sell em fuckin lexapro

in conclusion
society's for suckers
and if you still put in work
you're a stupid motherfucker

5AM in Silicon Valley

tbh I don't remember where i got the backing track. if someone knows it post in comments?

lyrics:

i guess i rolled over i've grown up and i'm mostly sober
childhoods over and so's my hope for closure
taylor swift i'll never get to hold her
adulthood is a pail of shit that it's your job to deal with

it'll have you on your knees quick
try and say your excited
but don't just think it, feel it
can you still when the years slip

why not?
cause you're all grown up
and when you ask why to that it's cause
you're all grown up

bunch of fascists smashin the pleasure centers of animals
with a universal human right to be happy
hold on to your right to feel crappy

straight talker j walker
move through the streets like a new yorker
blue blocka two blocks up it's chewbacca
with a huge cock
it's all cool except it's not true
breakthroughs
grab soma and take two
it's a bad omen it feels like a wars coming
and most of our brave new world is FAKE NEWS

i'm disgusted by this place i should leave

http://geohot.com/homelessness.html

I guess I’m not angry, I guess I’m nothing anymore
I could sell my bed, I’d be just as nothing if I slept on the floor

The times are a changing
And if I’m confused
I only imagine how the rest of you feel
But it’ll all be fine, relax, calm down
The fights not for your body
It’s for your mind

Chorus:
3 weeks of wandering
Say I’m serious now

I slept outside

They’re here to make you anxious
They’re here to make you care
They’re here to make you angry
They wanna divide you
So let them
And get over it

Refrain:
There’s fog in the air
And there could be magic

I’ll do for the music
The future is the only place we’re going
And if it takes an army
I’ll build one
I’m not a coward and
I’m nobodies victim

Chorus

Beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3QrWrlEtbA

sufficiently advanced democracy is indistinguishable from trolling

"nice" will be my slogan when I run for mayor of San Francisco

Wrote a whole song at the end of 2017 but didn't really like it. Wrote this tonight. Like it more. Like that my songs are getting longer. Maybe one day they'll even have structure.

Intro:
Yo Yo
It's 2018
I wrote a song for the end of the year
But it was kind of sad
And I'm just not that sad anymore
Go read Bukowski man
And watch some LoganPaulVlogs
Be a maverick

Verse 1:
Hello from West Portal
It's in a city but it looks like the suburbs
We grow up and
Recreate our past
An old friend hit me up
You should see my pad

It's January
I guess I'm still a little bit sparkling
The women in New York are lovely this time of year
It's a bit of a shame you can't find em here

Verse 2:
I've had the means to disappear for a while
But childhood me would say we're living our dreams
I think I can face him
"hello seventeen"
Maturity hurt
But I think I'm through the worst of it

And there's no place that I'd rather be
Let's go hard and make history
Tis better to have loved and lost
To climb and fall
This is real
And I still feel it all

Chorus:
Money is a scam, I've always felt that (crypto rich boiiii)
Fame is a scam, I've always felt that (Rebecca Black)
Bein rich is a scam, I've always felt that (bro bro your helicopters on fire)
You'll always want more and we can't help that (be a buddhist bro)

But all I care about is changing the world
changing the world
changing the world

Post-Chorus:
The mask is slipping
My dippin dots are dripping
Political prostitutes are wilting
And the youth are woke and listening
the youth are woke and listening

Verse 3:
It's gettin hard to play the outrage straight
The news and the media
are racist and full of hate
You gotta be stupid
To believe this fake
Shit I've been around the world
And our lives are great

So I'll protest when I've
Time to waste
But I'll hustle every
Hour minute second of the goddamn day
Not cause I have to work
But cause I love to play

Verse 4:
I'm not content with the status quo
But I'm content with the way
My day to day life goes
There's a new coffee shop and it's nice there
I walk there
With headphones I can't hear

I've always seen my life as my memoirs
So I do it for the narrative
Win self driving cars
I know that things are hard
But I'm good bro
Been at it for 2 years now
We got 3 more
Let's go

Beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXSgWTDi96A
Thank you Soundfrontmuzik aka SFM

nice

wrote this a few weeks ago. it's something

beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Spl01fG4_o

interlude

In very beautiful Beijing hotel room (georgehotz on insta to see hotel cause I am influencer but only story cause I am lazy so be fast) Guess what production quality is worse than usual even, only MacBook and QC35s. At least I had the wire so the wireless didn't lag. This was fun.

Lyrics:

Curtains closed this as close as we get to the cloud
If I was proud I'd tell younger me to look at me now
But there's a, little hitch, a certain feeling of doubt
Clawing me out, let me tell you when it all went south

You see I used to be the guy to follow emo tropes and go north
Get in my car and drive
We move it's fine
And never be cucked
Into a normal life
And never give two fucks
Bout what you thought was right

Flip our bosses off
Roll on heelys by
And make our choices daily
If we wanna try
Live for today, live for tonight
And just ride the mania wave for the rest of our life

But I was smoking weed when I got caught up in some plans
Used to brag that I only thought a week in advance
It was a midsummers night I didn't see the demands
I was hungry and slipped and sold my soul to the man

And when you sell to the devil
The deal is never straightforward
It's honest on paper
But you see the consequence later
You can scream at the world
But that shit doesn't help
The best you can do
Is fucking scream at yourself

You stupid bitch
How could you do me like this
We used to be free
Now we're doing e-mails and shit
You say don't you have a boss
But you're acting so whipped
Okay I fell the for the scam
And Moloch's a dick

Beat: the first free one on 20dollarbeats.com lol

Society

Western civilization needs affirmative positive values worth living for. Thank God for Elon Musk. Colonizing Mars is an affirmative positive value. Personally, I want to know everything and live forever in virtual reality.

As a position on coronavirus, this is fairly well researched. All of the options suck; it's a tragedy no matter what. Livestreamed while I did the research over about 25 hours, watch if you'd like, but ultimately reach your own conclusions.

Lyrics:

I mean, look
Normally I don't give a shit about current events
Cause they don't really affect me
And this doesn't really affect me either
But your reaction does
And that's why they took it too far
Listen up

I'm not scared of the coronavirus
I'm just scared of what sheep people are
I can't start a rebellion
If you people all like this

See I'm, still going to work
I'm still flying on planes
I'm still eating at restaurants
Na I won't tell you their names

And sure it's sad, a lotta people might pass away
But on the planet I'm from, people die every day

They killed the subcultures
They cancelled the future
And for what?
For you to not be offended
Follow along and just wait to
Get fucked

You gotta preserve life
Preserve it for what?
They can't tell you
Cause they don't know

Will they ban me on soundcloud for this, let's try
Everybody take your masks off and, go outside
And there's a 1 in a 1000 chance, you might die
But if you won't take those odds then you are dead inside

Beat:
"More Smoke" By KhronosBeats -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldL1MMhnt3k

The Great Coof

Jack Harlow has flow I've never heard before.

I didn't try too hard on this, but it was fun. At least I didn't subject anyone to a Taylor Swift cover, I try but I sound like too much of a bitch. So do the men who cover her on YouTube. It's a sad truth.

"I say casually in the car" just isn't something I can say.

Instrumental from: https://instrumentalstv.com/jack-harlow-tyler-herro-instrumental/

Tyler Herro (cover)

made a pickaxe for strip mining
demonstrations of sick timing
penetration is all online
a virtual dick slide in

and it hurts to be misbridled
mares and colts that never break
I just came to fuck a bitch
and skip over the dinner date

bigger plates and insatiable appetites
I've heard the come down is hard
it keeps me up at night
goodbye to your small town jobs
stomped out by computerized mobs
did you put up a fight?

magnesium packed
prerolls in the back
when the light comes
tell me who's holding the bag
I see it it's sad
rage screaming at pads
big teams of them mind melters
grew up just like their dads

another thing to move past
whiplash from a ringtone
toe tags and ankle monitors
in woods with harmonicas
in good with the phonics
a big bash for the new god
they claim to be so tolerant
disagree and they're all frauds

bowl packed and passed to the ratchet Socrates
hacked to bits, on the altar of mediocrity
phony lumberjacks take a hatchet to meritocracy
flava flav clock on my neck
take a walk with me

Midas was a little wrong
everything we touch turns to Silicon
all optics are gone in the octagon

all drop kicks and no politics
all hot shit and no hot takes
don't pray just eat pancakes
be so far gone when the dam breaks

car alarmed and jailbreak an immobilizer
hail satan and hold your sides in
a roller coaster with broke lights
a hope driven by poltergeists
the olds own all these shit rides
and trade all on a future where
...nobody who's sick dies
...nobody will get fired
...nobody will doubt lies
oh I think it's about time

it's rotting from the substructure
clotting deep in the constructs
it's burrowing and hiding and bribing people
with Schrute bucks
but people keep on riding to an Oompa Loompa future
when you think the ride is over
it gets stupider

and they're hiding horcruxes
in all the starbuckses
watching you dumb ducks as you fight about
which old fuck amongst them you think that should rule you
argue that we all should pay them to school you

hello from the classroom
duck duck apple strudel
...RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!!!
they came for your culture
they came for your meme
and you all bought in so there's no one to scream

sick Michael Vicks
like you chickens to cockfight
or stay in your room and be sucked into fortnite
but look at their strings
and show up with your scissors
and when they turn their back
stab them through the liver!
...gizzards and hearts
...mouths and eyes
to rewrite the future those people must die

I dream of a new dawn
a red sky and a blue lawn
where we know words are harmless
and we can play with open arms
or we can say that work is play
or we can say that work is gone
but I know either way our way of life will still live on

from cells to monkeys
neanderthals to junkies
to propagandists to oligarchs
the Internet will stomp their hearts

get it in when the lights go dark
cinnamon and an apple tart
synonyms and linguistic tricks
livin big as a macintosh

the pack is stacked you got a crew to roll with
hold a calendar a patience and a brofist
for the pacing
and replacement
of complacence
with a statement
of the hatred
for the agitprop
fake dividing
real denying
fake shit

and arise from sordid ashes
to come answering the call
I am crying from a bunker
that the truth can save us all

it was not called the civil war because people were civil

this song is a party like cheapeth.org
mixtape quality ish
beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3R3ymA5AnU

Verse 1:
I remember 7th grade ski trips
Bumpin this song I stole from Napster
Am I still the same person I was?
Or did I change from the memories and the drugs
Experiences all a delirious blur
Am I a grown up?

...well shit I'm 31
A 31 year old soundcloud rapper
And people are like
George could you grow up faster?
And I'm just like yo imma show those bastards
Imma pull a Alphaville and stay young forever
Imma hack biology and stay young forever
Imma wirehead myself and...

I don't wanna be like Eminem in old age
Live in a big house and bake cakes with fake rage
See who I was and only live in that template
And watch what I say cause I've got fans to placate

Chorus:
So let the mania waves come
Let's go to parties in LA
Get fucked up and have fun

I got a blue check on instagram now
See my blue check, much famous, wow

We're tryna outrun Chekhov's gun
You got the nuclear bombs
You don't think we're gonna blow up some

But I'm rapper with a blue check
And I think I'm gonna blow up son

Verse 2:
What we call human starts to break down
Is that why it all feels so fake now
I'd swap all the LinkedIn thots
Twitterati and clubhouse
For a bouquet of gay clowns

At least clowns know who they are
Even if there's 8 of them in one little car
It's obvious that they won't drive far
So everybody knows that they won't drive far

There's no speculation in clown world
No stupid valuations in clown world
No big pump signal in clown world
The parties are all real in clown world

Oh, and did I tell you I'm famous now
I feel I moved to the upside down
Lookin in the mirror askin who's the clown
Fakeness floats while I see realness drown

(Chorus)

Blue Check

influenced by say anything, eminem, the ataris, drake, flobots, something corporate, watsky, brand new, battle rap, TWIABP, kanye west, blink-182, billy joel, showtunes, fall out boy, and so many. wish my songs sounded like the chainsmokers.

tomcr00se

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