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

S   C    U   F   F   E   D

keresem mindig hogy jo neked, csak te kerestel mindig mast

zuhanas [prod. halal kalora!]

execution flow

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rIV0r38hIY

【 クリーチャー 】
種族 デーモン・コマンド / アンノウン / 文明 ゼロ / パワー8000 / コスト8

このクリーチャーが攻撃する時、相手は自身のクリーチャーを1体選び、破壊する。

相手の、無色ではないクリーチャーが破壊された時、自分の山札の上から1枚目を裏向きのまま、新しいシールドとして自分のシールドゾーンに加えてもよい。

W・ブレイカー

medolyofpassion2200

im bored im sorry + i hope he idesiesifesifslfjdskfa;f

- 

find me cracking at the seams no im not okay
watch it fall to the floor hope it goes away

keep the facade
i wont tell you
if you tell another lie
imma have to leave u

when you come around the skies r full of grey ay
sensing somethings wrong i can see your face ace cae cee

its something when yyou talk
its something that im not
you say that im a lot
you say its cause im h0ot

rainy dayyyyy wanna tell u
id let u do whatever 2 me
pin me down turn me around
turn my frown right upside downnnn

do u look at me just as an object
is it my fault that i wanted to check

id give you everything
just talk 2 me
put ur hands around my throat then just lose meeeee

sick of u, u dont tell the truth
hit me up at 3am ill just tie the noose
pls just pick me up, we're so fucked up
ive been thru this b4 im so lovestruck

lovestruck (prod. plath x nightiger)

1337

Here is a real stinker of a song 
I was trying to create a new song and was reading a bunch of very old lyrics from my 20s that were laying around in a drawer.   Some of these manifestos of youth, though earnest and ambitious, have not aged well over the years  ....like that piece of moldy cheddar at the back of the fridge... Leftovers, no longer suitable for public consumption..though one did leap from its hiding place and forced(inspired) me to write a song about it before it sent me down the river never to be seen again.....

simple melody , pretty rough pounding on the electric and keys with a drum track from my phone
Homer Simpson helps to illustrate the food metaphor for this  somewhat out of tune tune 
best i can do with what I got


Leftover Song

This song it smells like moldy cheese                      
With words of youth gone stale and left behind      
A little blue, a little rancid                                              
From the back of the fridge to the bright lights        

Curdled by the curse of indecision                            
Now, I take a sip and promptly spit and spill            Over-seasoned with the sweat of self-reflection   
Makes it kind of  hard to swallow, I’m hungry still                          
Perhaps my best before date                                       
Has been exceeded                                                       
What once was firm has now gone soft and sour    
This tune unchosen                                                        
Slowly decomposing                               
Reanimated by a higher power                                   
Leftover song of mine                                                
Resurrected now for you                                                                      
This song it has the feel of the familiar
Simple shapes and sounds sung in the major G
I tried to lose it, give it the slip, in the parking lot of my mind
But it jumped in my car, took me hostage and assumed my identity

Tied me up, took me down to the river
And sent me on my way
On a boat that sailed in circles 
With a piano that could not play
It’s a coup d’ etat, a Mardis Gras
Said the one that got away
A monster of my own creation

These nouns and verbs gone wild
A verse unseeded
Left in the sun to slowly bloom and flower
Starved of attention
No comprehension
Of what was locked inside my Ivory Tower
Leftover song of mine
Busting loose to sing to you





Leftover Song

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

"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

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.

towards a transformative hermeneutics of quantum gravity

tomcr00se