The Upload

Cellar (Prod. ERLAX)

Lyrics:

No cheats dont see past treelines
no DVD no rewind
on the coast in the backwoods chasing
gracious haste
we move like felines
cut back withdraw so we lie
awake at nights no sleep, aight
your flashback closes
showered in roses
shut it off, ghost til we die

on the road theres something awry to me
i see the lies

Pet Snails [Prod. Istasha]

My album Melancholy is officially stream-able on all music platforms. Thank you to everyone who was involved in the creative process of this album.
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i fell in love

Decay (Prod. unknwnshi)

KEAN DYSSO - Mixed Signals

Prod. YCK

Convulsive currents going up to my brain
Impulsive urges I cannot seem to train
Static crackled through the dull interference
I would spend so long just to make no appearance
I’d ingested a sedative readily knocked out
Skipping round by the medicine heavily locked down
Dose to dose so I’m thinking lethal
They don’t fuck with me cause I don’t fuck with people
Bugs inside of my body rotten
Not a single warning ever stopped me poppin
Any dose of an undisclosed substance still
Been close to the edge but reluctance kills
Writing for myself my original reason
I ain’t a crowd pleaser no I’m doing little appeasing
Heart’s giving out doing minimal beating
And I’m blind braindead no occipital region

Lips are sealed to tell no lies
I’ll find you there under blackened skies
If I lived in doubt then would I be allowed in
Not one to believe this the words that it preaches
Open my eyelids
Whole life misguided
Draw them in and push em back
I see I leave em frightened
Maybe within time
Gather your insight
I was just misunderstood
To end it all I’m inclined

Everybody wanna act like they’re so involved
Cause even though by then when the tie’s dissolved
Well that don’t matter to a selfish narcissist
And they will keep on showing till they are dismissed
Bother me more in my area code
They wanna ask overstep feel I’m barely alone
Getting cross faded so the hurt is collateral
I don’t see a purpose living I am one incompatible
Member of the public eye what the fuck do you see
Is so attractive about associating with me
I may be biased I don’t find myself open or likable
I’ve been dwelling on the traits that you’d find undesirable
Near to the end so I’m cutting corners
6 more decades craving something shorter
Even if we make it and we’re stacking millions
There will be no other change I’ll be atrabilious

Lips are sealed to tell no lies
I’ll find you there under blackened skies
If I lived in doubt then would I be allowed in
Not one to believe this the words that it preaches
Open my eyelids
Whole life misguided
Draw them in and push em back
I see I leave em frightened
Maybe within time
Gather your insight
I was just misunderstood
To end it all I’m inclined

Misguided, Misunderstood

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Outer Streets - One hop dis time

Demeter - Rumba 🔥

Prod. YCK

You’ve been unaffected by what you’ve inflicted
You’ve done unto others because you’re addicted
The taste of the power the force and the faculties
Ain’t no regard for the injured or casualties
Sterilizing codified and deeply rooted tomes
Oozing ohms go to chisel my intent into the stones
Gel packs put me to a phase of cryostasis
Let me freeze let me be I was born in the oasis
Ski mask in the briefcase sealed airtight
With the contraband 4 on 1 ain’t a fair fight
Then the scavengers come they’re plucking untrained eyes
To a higher plane scanning for the unclaimed prize
Ribcage exposed a grim fate imposed
And you a poser a fraud and as fake as those
Hoes that do anything for a blue check
Or the ones who pay $200 for a fucking crewneck

Six six six they’re worshipping archaic cliques
No dose sticks by nature it cannot be fixed
Cancel decrees each of the Ten Commandments
Forcing the exodus emptied encampments
Linking the nexus and pledging allegiance
A nation to prosper abusing the weakness

R&D it’s dumping free
Falling to redundancy
Handouts I thought you the man how
The fuck you been sinking I’m someone who had doubts
Tell me what good are the views when they’ve been all bought
You got no shot seethe and cope a small dot
Ain’t even a blip ya barely making fucking zip
And when I pull up they in trouble they suddenly done dipped
Awakened and in danger my life’s what I wagered
Because I made a payment and swapped for the waiver
Shoveling sand might not like what you digging
To uncover what is hiding and you ain’t the one remitted
Direct disrespect to the crucifix you’d affix
Ludicrous that you’d expect me to do the shit
I ain’t been assigned to do light into every nook
Fables might ensue write a new first edition of the book

Six six six they’re worshipping archaic cliques
No dose sticks by nature it cannot be fixed
Cancel decrees each of the Ten Commandments
Forcing the exodus emptied encampments
Linking the nexus and pledging allegiance
A nation to prosper abusing the weakness

Crybaby Cartel intro

One More

Mundane (Prod. Fantom)

Prod. Arvid @funeralmoney
Featuring Seanny Sol @hellomrsol

Bitches with double A’s running their mouths
But no I’m not talking bout batteries
They try to pave a new lane to get clout
But I don’t remember that mattering

Death of the globe letting chaos ensue
Rituals and all these seances due
Nothing but havoc I torch em like maverick
I’m copping bandanas say fuck to a camera

Age of the Internet all the ways intersect
Paths that I’ve taken have ended up incorrect
Posted up inside a clinic
I murder careers of these wannabe types I’m a cynic

Pop and I drank these pills they take shape
Of my motherfucking guts no shame to break bank
Passed out cold no way to stay awake
And then you can see me tripping and faded up onstage

Pulled up chalk been drawn it’s like a crime scene
Swerve on curbs and faded bitch I might be
We don’t roll with you it’s just a nuisance
Fake care bout the shit that you’re producing

Yo, see I been patient, too passive,
But here's some aggression
Cause I ain't impressed by you trash spittin' ass actors,
Don't know if it's skill or maybe the talent but either way
Shit y'all lack it, really y'all just need practice,
I could probably teach classes, but that don't mean
That y'all'd pass it...
"But I ain't..braggin"
They just don't equip the shit that Seanny spit cause...
"I'm about...action"
See I handle bidness, I need a witness...
"Seanny Be Cashiiiiin"
Like I hit the bank and made it break, they give, I take,
And still I chase, the bag til I win the race,
I dream chase cause rap shit gone bring me places,
Gone and face it, y'all niggas basic, (OOH)
Nigga I spit killer like Jason (DO),
Rippin the writtens everytime I step in a booth, to this rap shit
My voice like magic, I *poof*,
I ain’t the best but I earn respect that boy flex when he catch the vibe,
I ain’t pressed for time, but by looks of this watch
I got it’s my time nigga don’t be shy give Sol the shine

Pulled up chalk been drawn it’s like a crime scene
Swerve on curbs and faded bitch I might be
We don’t roll with you it’s just a nuisance
Fake care bout the shit that you’re producing

Hazardous

Crime Scene (feat. Seanny Sol)

Meaningless lyrics, did this to experiment and have fun.
Outside of my normal style, but I hope you guys enjoy :)

so take it slow
just ripped the soul
just let me go
the center folds
it takes it toll
nowhere to go
you say its cold
you're staying low
you're breaking bones
empty soul the grave is all
you've ever known

taking 2 steps you're backing
i see your footsteps im tracking
I see emotion you're lacking
I see you fall away

drawing blood with a knife
I'll start by taking your life
gripping to death in the night
I see you fall away

Come snapping bones I can show that
low blow to the chest I can strike back
pull up to the show with a full pack
you dont know when I blow you'll be stabbed back
say you reap what you sown but
I can see that you aint going nowhere
make like a fool when you run back
sliping down in a pool of your blood, ha

gripping the grasp of a soul
you better know, 
I'll be taking it all
hit a new low
this path that I chose
it aint for me anymore

slippery slope
down to the floor
im taking it all
with me to fall
you aint anymore
ayy 

so take it slow
just ripped the soul
just let me go
the centre folds
it takes it toll
nowhere to go
you say its cold
you're staying low
you're breaking bones
empty soul the grave is all
you've ever known

Grasp of a soul [prod. goodwill]

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Decay (Prod. unknwnshi)

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