PENANCE

produced by @nimbustwokay & @killjei
mix/master by lord gasp
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Sterilize
Chlorified all of the thoughts inside
Dying creation, i’m staring outside
Doomed to project what I cannot keep quiet

Now im cold, always gone
time flies
never really getting shit done
and i told you
growing older 
fine line
see im always fucking piss drunk

just lemme bring this bottle outside for a minute
Drowning in a Puddle of blood, i play the victim
staring at myself, it’s a fiction

and i’ve wasted my time
yeah i fuck up and i do it with style
burn the wick, incinerate the core
i got smoke shooting out of my pores
I’ve wasted my time
and i’ve wasted my time

Now you know
i’m hard to love
my truth will never slip out
you’ll never know what i keep fighting back
away from daylight
I’ve wasted all my time

Destroy to restore
You’re killed then you’re born

i was down bad
Let the past bring more pain
But my comeback hitting right
Feel no shame
see im somewhere now
something much more now
you can’t kill me now

yeah i fuck up and i do it with style
burn the wick, incinerate the core
i got smoke shooting out of my pores
I’ve wasted my time

opinions drowning
Just keep it quiet
I keep control over whatever i like
I knew what’s right
And i wont wait until im seventy five

Penance

If I Was a Great White Shark (Prod. Triplesixdelete x Dutchman)

prod. by bardo 

lyrics

Bada bing, bada bam 
Jersey boy still lives in trance 
At a glance
The garden state may all be filled with rotten plants 
The plot demands a twist like the top of a canister 
On the other hand, my plans were never even manicured 
To begin with, I can’t manage hurt 
Or convince them with cans of worms 
With my conviction as thick as my flannel shirt
Damned dreams, I heard  
My view of life was built on a curve 
Some things ain’t meant to be, but my fantasies can observe 
Deficits and tendencies 
Identities emerge, inadequate
Ain’t that some shit?
Motherfucker, you got some nerve 
Talking to me like I’ve got so many things to lose 
Walking with me 
Thoughts up in a knot
Like the lace on my shoes 
With this crazy view 
Sit up late and ruminate on the truth 
Maybe one or maybe two assumptions 
That’ll make me fume 
Light this fuse with this mic 
On a night of few thoughts 
On pins and needles 
Life is lethal
Feels just like a flu shot 

See, I cannot decide 
Whether it’s cause I’m high or sanctified 
Whether it’s my mental growth  
Or the strength these pills provide 
I guess I’ll live to find 
The clear cut truth or ruthless lie 
Across the way, I will be crucified 
Ride slow, drive slow 
While my mind floats 
Between the comfort of euphoria 
And blind hopes 
Mind you, I’ve had my eyes glued to the clues 
Sink my teeth in grief 
Till I lose every single tooth 

A feeling that extends from my heavy heart to this pen 
Seven sins 
And seven reasons to sin again 
The truth is awfully tense
I would rather just go pretend 
That I had a lover and a couple new loyal friends 
Discover happiness through a glassy rose colored lens 
Since the beginning, I’ve anticipated the end 
Like the end of a razor blade 
Days will sever my flesh 
Roses with thorns 
At the core, that’s where my loneliness stems 
My tendencies are chemically sound 
And tend to be overly dependent 
On the chemicals found 
I could ingest them then infect my chest 
Until my heart pounds 
Till I’m progressively aggressive 
As I flesh out these sounds 
And fucking drown 
Anxiety may tire me out 
Like society 
One side of greed will pry and weep out 
I need a variety 
Of pills to keep my needs appeased now 
For satiety 
Thinking back on the past 
And why everybody lied to me 
Symmetry for these similes 
Don’t reflect in my face 
Everyone’s reckless 
Smoke and mirrors 
Leave you breathless and blank 
Through my heart of glass 
I poured an ounce of poison and then settled back 
Reflecting on the past while still trying to do the mental math 
On why everyone thinks I’m doomed 
Like I’m wearing a metal mask 
Gentle laughs follow the hollow silence 
And mental lapse 
At the center of my depression 
And precious path 
Press control, delete and enter 
When I start to crash 

See, I cannot decide 
Whether it’s cause I’m high or sanctified 
Whether it’s my mental growth  
Or the strength these pills provide 
I guess I’ll live to find 
The clear cut truth or ruthless lie 
Across the way, I will be crucified 
Ride slow, drive slow 
While my mind floats 
Between the comfort of euphoria 
And blind hopes 
Mind you, I’ve had my eyes glued to the clues 
Sink my teeth in grief 
Till I lose every single tooth

NEW JERSEY DRIVE

LOVE TO MY BROTHER @JaeAlaska

Lyrics:
Money on my mind there ain’t no time for me to worry bout
Store more than that knowledge like I got a bundle bank account 
Submit it like I’m finished catch the herb and then I roll it out
I stay afloat the water like you’ll never catch my tapping out
All I spit is chlorophyll 
Clean em out and roll my luck inside the dice cause you already fucking know the deal 
I slowed it down and then I poured a seal 
Cause all that paranoia had me questioning just what the fuck was real 
I keep it ancient like it’s frozen wisdom 
Already know the business
If it’s for my squad then I ain’t ever switching 
Some people did and I ain’t fucking with it 
No bridges burned but I just hope it’s fucking cozy swimming with the fishes
Wires in the water I electrocute the whole game
Put me on the track it come alive like it’s a whole train 
Coldest in New York so I could only spit that propane
Hottest of the cold I lit the stove and then I co-flame
Running off of course cause I ain’t ever fuck with no lane 
Leave you in the dust I’m laughing asking how the road taste 
Mr keep it going no emotion I got no face 
If I ever did it probably turn it to a cold case

mentally my focus dialed like coke and niacin
I bring heavy violence to you snotty fucking virusses
light it up we spark the flint, buzzin off that riddlin
leave you on the chopping block splinter em like kindling
and then we split again
no condoning sure as fuck don’t give condolences 
crawling on the concrete home is where the roaches live
lining up that white got that bite leave you motionless 
stretching out these pay stubs bending like contortionists 
pop up where you stay I’m at your door eviction notices
crucifiction bonuses they still dont the picture
should be leaving bullet holes where every member of the SCOTUS lives
don’t get sensitive clickbait on some bogus
stole ideas from the next man y’all sound is fucking torrented
turned the underground around into an orphanage
I guess I had coming like I don’t know what abortion is
only blame myself coulda put y’all down before all this 
leave an exit wounds on every single fucking chauvinist
gullyspitting radical dead capital we socialist 
y’all hopeless
I hope you fucking hang w the rest

Smile He's Back w/ Jae Alaska

ROSE

prod @nimbustwokay , @killjei & @lordgasp
mix/master by lord gasp

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Wait who’s the manic up in your alley
Why he look like ben stiller if he’d popped a molly
Why he look like man’s bout to hit you with a 
Lead pipe, he done popping you
Opened up like pinata on a party
I pulled up lookin daddy
With the glick fully loaded
Got the dick on this thing and it stinks
All my roadies smoking bitches like you
Making puddles out of bitches like you
Chop it, leave you spasming in your juice

Let the strange force dictate the course
See the dark source
Never ending flow made of rage
Hatred, otherworldly fragrance 
Obliterate them all leave em faceless
You remind me of someone i’ve loved back then 
People never liked me and i hope you’re not like them 
Leave a rose in the hole of her butterflied chest
With the blood dripping down on her louis Vuitton vest

And your bitch spit on top I love her dome
You can feel my presence from a mile away
The bone plucker, don’t quiver
Turn around and run he’s on a roll, heads rolling 
44 down your throat if you bug him

Neck full of colors like a skittle do
I know this kid he could pop you like a skater do
Skip the dishes i bring the stash to your living room
I never gotta talk about it boy the locals do
And you could try the whole collection, you won’t ever fit the shoe 
See em run their shitty mouths but you can’t speculate the truth 
Come and get it, ima turn that lil bitch boy into soup
I’m back to hunt you like that old bitch from kirikou

Skippin on daylight
Secluded all the time , I’m a cynical
Despite, my inner gold thrive
Digging minerals outta my pineal I took mercury 
Worked it till got to see the yellow shine inside of me

Neck full of colors like a skittle do
I know this kid he could pop you like a skater do
Skip the dishes i bring the stash to your living room
I never gotta talk about it boy the locals do

Rose

SPITE

produced by @triplesixdelete, @nimbustwokay & me
mix/master by lord gasp

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Ain’t got no love for thee
I like the way they bleed
Channel the rage, the tip of my blade Collide with your arteries
To all my spawns who follows the plan
Keep moving accordingly
I cut the umbilical cord
All of my clones are my prodigies
I wanted all
I took the world and I made it my property
Pain has no boundaries
Deep in the grave’s where you’re bound to be
Peep the muzzle velocity
Shoot and it's musical comedy
With cynical tendencies
I move with a streak of misanthropy 
Nah, ain’t nothing wrong with me

I fantasize, a simpler life
The painless pride
I felt my spine, my crushing half 
I can’t spend much time
And now the rage start to sizzle
Like boiling blood in a kettle
I can’t contain all the spite
And how they stand be to still images
A waste of our system
The maze has swallowed the mice

Run up on me motherfucker
I go for your teeth like a mufucking dentist 
Daddy is coming with all of his strength 
Pushing pins thru your head like a cactus
40 on me when i’m out in the streets 
Flowers on me like i’m Murakami 
Fuck it, I fuck it all up for the money 
I’m folding the plug like an origami

Fell in love with the way they running fast when i reach
Really bossing, compiling all the profitable weeks
It’s a plus if you really wanna know me 
No one wanna know What I hide behind my lonely
Only thing they do is repeat the same old shit
Lemme blend the patterns that causes concussion
Lemme bring the potion to life , the concoction
Caution you might wake up in a coffin bitch
Fuck it
I drown in my ocean of issues
My coma , frozen like madonna
Phonys all around me
Fuck your clones
I’m tired of dragging y’all on my shoulders
Oh no
And i’m feeling like killing today
And i’m filled that feeling of rage
And i’m feeling like killing today

I fantasize, a simpler life
The painless pride
I felt my spine, my crushing half I can’t spend much time
And now the rage start to sizzle
Like boiling blood in a kettle
I can’t contain all the spite
And how they stand be to still images 
A waste of our system
The maze has swallowed the mice

Spite

VISCERAL

produced by @nimbustwokay, @Killjei & me
mix/master by lordgasp

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The same old skin 
With brittle bones 
Now look at you 
So visceral

When all bridges are burnt 
And there’s no one to cut left 
Will I talk to myself?
I’m so visceral
I feel so sore

cuz I have locked myself
I threw the key down in the bunny pit 
Open up for me
Don’t go too deep, don’t wake the madness
I can feel it tighten round my neck, it ain’t an amulet
I know you know that feeling 
When you choke under the calamus

I walk a fine line
Let the flies rise from the guts
Eaten alive, might need divine light
Fuck me up
Seen enough, had enough
Sweep crumbs under dirty rugs
Plenty secrets, gotta keep if I spit em the pc bugs

Over my head, I’m drowning in shitty rum 
Shit spinning like cd rom
They look away see I feel like a city bum

So visceral, so visceral 
When all bridges are burnt 
And there’s no one to cut left Will I talk to myself?
I’m so visceral

Visceral

MIST

produced by @michaellinkbeats, @nimbustwokay,@killjei & @lordgasp
mix/master by lordgasp

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Mist covered up town
Bloom in a mess, still stained from the lowest times 
Gave hope to a kid long gone in the wind
Now on to a newer life

Piss color bussdown 
Puppet on set
Sit tight for the blood ride 
Stuck in the crevice
And ima eat my own flesh 
Lemme rot in my relish

Ten feet tall i’m taller than these 
See stars when I walk like b.o.b
Lil bih wet, my dick Mobi
24 balls like my dick Kobe
Bet she want that nut in like Reese 
Give the wrong idea
You can’t trust me, 3oh3
End up on my chrome hearts fleece 
If you run those teeth
Ima turn lil boy into -

Like i’m in a circus, got freaks on me
Shorty give me brain, come feed zombie
Fake rappers wanna bite put a leash on these 
You can’t be me, i’m the prodigy

See my swag got a little something special
Burn new scars on my mental
Hard to remain calm
Hot brain with a heart that retains cold

See my swag got a little something special
Burn new scars on my mental 
Hard to remain calm

Life slowly turns into a nightmare 
Patch what you can’t even repair 
Tryna keep my composure through 
Till im landing somewhere new

I’ve seen enough
Drive my nails across my skin , let’s rip it off 
Nerves exposed, just spit the lust
Let no outer forces twist the knobs
All of this mess is nothing new

Mist covered up town
Bloom in a mess, still stained from the lowest times 
Gave hope to a kid long gone in the wind
Now on to a newer life

Mist covered up town 
Mist covered up town

Mist

GLASS DOME

produced by @nimbustwokay, numbskull & @lordgasp
mix/master by lordgasp

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It’s been like ten years in that dome
Embrace the boulder, sink that hole 
My brain goes fast, can’t quit
My conscience ought to stay safe
I’m stripping out the minutes

Something in the water and it feels unpure 
The blackened trees, all the leaves gonn’ fall 
Just let it bleed if you cannot cure it 
Personality’s splitting, let the shift unfold
Do it casually , keep a lot of shit untold
it’s no hide and seek, reasons are never disclosed 

And you can never trust me, get away
Hardened all the soft spots, hard to gauge
So now you realize I was meant to fade away

Cause you can never guess when the pain’s gonn end 
You fell out of luck, can’t connect the ends
Now do you think it’s worth it, you can’t complain 
Can’t complain

There is nothing to say
And I won’t ever let you see
What’s eating my spine
Just put on the make up face
Im in love with the way i’m bleeding 
From the inside

Just shed your skin

It’s been like ten years
In that dome
Embrace the boulder, sink that hole 
My brain goes fast, can’t quit
My conscience ought to stay safe 
I’m stripping out the minutes

Glass Dome

Love you all 👁️ 

Written & Produced: Van Lawson
Mix & Mastered: Van Lawson
Cover art: Bosco

@lovefromlawson 
@shotbybosco

Lyrics:

[Intro]
If we make it outta here, you think you’re ready?
I was made for this

(Chase these melodies)
(Sang these melodies)
(Shape these melodies)
Yeah, oh
(Sang these melodies)

[Verse 1]
Limp Bizkit told me that it’ll be ok
Durst yeah he told me that I’ma get it my way
Flower boy showed me that it’s ok to change
J Davis shaped the way I sing these melodies and

[Hook 1]
Thanks to my father for my music taste
Thanks to my mother for my pretty face, huh
Thanks to my family for keeping me safe
Thanks to my agony for what I became

[Bridge]
(It’ll be ok)
(It’ll be ok)
(It’ll be ok)

[Verse 2]
Are my problems gonna make me a soft man?
If I talk will it help me to solve them?
Are you gonna come and visit my coffin?
These are thoughts I don’t mention to often

[Hook 2]
Thanks to my father for my music taste
Thanks to my mother for my pretty face
(f-f-face)
Thanks to my family for keeping me safe
(safe)
Thanks to my agony for what I became
(Wha-a-at I be-)

(I was made for this)

Fetal Position

real_recognizes_real

@navvvi & @distortionthe1

make that ass sleep inside like a hotel
running at my life but i got chainmail
in a grove, everything a stove
from the paradox all the way to both
yea
say another lie
while you at it stab me in the right eye
drop half baked content call me  dice
treat my mental with care like some merchandise
she give the goods up for all the jewels up like a villager
the next natural number like the integer
starin at my screen so long, finish her
always up up my ass up like a enima
shrimp and steak
memory locked behind another loot crate
tom foolery
you talking big for a bitch with fake jewelry

Gliding on em gliding on em feel like David hasslehoff
Why, these fucking nobodies they always wanna hassle us 
Bitch we gonna pull up on em like a fucking battle us 
I ain't really Booted up we really just been having fun 
5 n my 6's these bitches is off 
Asking about it ain't prep for the cost 
feeling is mutual so its getting tossed 
Scrape off the paint I been rubbing it off 
Murder these fuck boys 
Ain't even done boy
Ima fucking pull up drag his body witta truck boy
I been really on it witta shoty to a fuck boy 
Ima really vomit Lil Shawty wanna fuck, oi
Maw wide open ima catch a gasp of more wind 
Make em disappear, pussy boy you not important 
Bitch im Suited up like a morman
Higher than a demon steady chiefing on these burnt ends

Spite

LORD GASP (@lordgasp)

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