...It Mutates! 
Part Two: Message Not Delivered

prod. @geo1022
mix. @ibr
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:  

(Remember way back when? When we were good and everything was fine?)

When we'd message everyday, you know, to truly connect
But I used to duck for cover when you'd shoot me a text
You'd choose a name, safety off, it didn't matter who it said
Gunpowder residue left on your finger after you hit send

On a secure line you madly tapped on all the keys
I was your primary target, you caps locked onto me
Heat seeking, but couldn't bear to take some damage
Send a missile back and you'd deploy a flair for the dramatic

Then you'd leave me on read, appearing online with green dots
Played with friendly fire, hitting allies with screenshots
Declassified sweet talk, they saw what we said
they wouldn't let it slide, I had to army crawl in DM's

I pulled the PIN I always open my phone with
To see you lobbed something my way and hoped it exploded
Just know that type of shrapnel was a hull destroying hit
And the messenger was riddled with a bullet pointed list

Before it all collapsed, who knew a wall of text from you could hurt?
Knew the sentence long before I saw the executioner
I got the block, while that angry mob of desperate nerds
Couldn't wait to see that news/noose, hanging on your every word

…Huh, it formed a powerful stillness
I tried to connect the dots before the bouncing ellipsis
Had eclipsed this feeling with a different one to show me
The message you had sent was just a finger gun emoji


(Although I never sent a text back… I felt phantom vibrations on my thigh, anxious to see your name pop up on that screen)


A haunting ringtone melody that's full of wrong notes
Plays on your ghosting ship, complete with skulls and crossbones
Not just me who can hear all those mutineer's lost souls
Groan as you unlock your phone with a nuclear launch code



Felt like there were skilled marksmen telling me to write a sentence
You were like a drill sergeant yelling at a private message
It left tenants shell shocked as your lightning bolts flanked
With a major upset as you tried to pull rank

You'd treat your cellphone like a Ouija Board
To scream at friends so dead to you, they're ghosts that you've seen before
In treaties of war, you'd insist on the worst deals
It's not a contacts app, it's a list of confirmed kills

It's a mushroom cloud that followed every message you sent with
A violent shockwave that buried several friendships you've ended
I'm in the wrong grave, and there's a fresh hell waiting
Wading in a sea of "read" receipts and spent shell casings

I debated retaliating with a blitz I'd send you later
But I bypassed the timer and I clicked the detonator
I was expecting a response, so I never crossed a finger
And I got three words: "message not delivered"

Message Not Delivered (prod. Garrett.)

Hypnologue-Don’t wake me…

One Of The Same

Off The Jump Presents a new single by @hheadhaunter

Produced by: 
@ibr

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover Art by:
@ibr

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Lyrics: 
Listen to me, please, I hate to open with this news/
but I'm not just not one you've seen without those rosy tinted hues/
the truth, I'm holding with a spoon.. I'm no knight in shining armor/
I don't dive inside the darkness, you won't cry goodbye on harbors/ 
and no tears for the dearly departed, never existed/
I've been so weird in the fear of the awkward tension that's building/
the ceiling feels so low, and the spacing out is permanent/
the waning sounds of words you spent are racing out the firmament/ 
I'm sure you meant well, I turn deaf and blind on a dime/
with nickel plated skin I doll her up to hide her inside/
I find a good time in excess, this scumbag only holds sewage/
skull inside the clouds, the sky, headbutt a brand new hole through it/
so I can hibernate, draped in vines that hide the state/
of mental wellness, never felt this place, slide out and drive away/ 
behind me, off the lot Ferrari's, crash, jam packing the ditches/ 
as this arsonist takes his shelter at more flammable bridges/

I'm not being insincere, you can - you can do much better than me/
(scumbag blues)the truth is that I'm nowhere near the person you see/ 
I'm just a sliver of the subject at hand/
a dumb, disembodied head that's buried under the sand/

There's no message to decode, I'm just a piece of shit/
it's no secret in sequences that repeat ad infinitum/
I don't mean to be overly dramatic, no over seas combatant/
peeling back the scabs that form up there, in hopes you see the damage/
I just want you to know that I'm prone to phoning it in/
with the bones so broken I folded them so they poke through the skin/
so you could nurse me back to health, self-arsonist/ 
I took my jarred brain off the shelf, melt all of it/
there's no mask or make-up, make believe man made myth/
or exaggeration painted in a bad light, you can't fake this/  
I'm a dick, I've got a slew of better things to do/
than try to win your heart, plucking on those little strings in tune/
one millimeter fuse, I ride a cannonball to work/
an anti-social loser doomed, to pack and travel in reverse/
lungs full of green-ish fumes that wilt the plants, you shouldn't breathe/
just completely forget about this, you're too good for me/

Headhaunter - Scumbag Blues (prod. ibrahim)

song: https://soundcloud.com/middle-east-beats/altura
follow: https://soundcloud.com/middle-east-beats
Coverart: made by me, tried to recreate my phone

Deciding if I should drop the rest of the songs I have. Still unsure.
edit 1/2/17 
i did drop them lmaoo 
https://soundcloud.com/llamawav/sets/letters-never-sent

[lyrics]
She aint steal no heart but she steal them souls 
She got me runnin off the hills and i cant no mo 
I wanna go to a place where it aint so cold
Where the colors shine bright and the mold dont grow 
Im getting back in the function 
I use to want all your loving but now i want it even more 
But it aint never meant be
So i staay sleeping hoping that i catch this dream
I wanna lay in a meadow will it stay green?
I wanna breathe air, without that carbon emission 
Not a man on a mission but a man with vision 
Who wants to see all his children but i be stuck in this fiction 
Imprisoned maybe if i took the time to believe in religion
I wouldn't be so stressed but i got shit on my mind
what happens after i die does time keep going and going
Like Idk where im going 
I see the water it flowing 
So im taking dip but this current dont shift and its a long way down 
I just wanna find myself in this thing called sound
Sometimes i hear this ring 
Like when an angel sings
I don't feel displeased
But then the storms come in 
And when it rains it pours  
I be hiding my tears inside this phone
I wanna keep it movin’ but i cant no mo
I wanna go to a place where it aint so cold 
Where the uh colors shine bright
Where the mold dont grow uh uh uh 
Im getting back in the function 
I use to want all your lovin 
But that ship has sunken and now im searching for something
So i, wonder what wanderer would do in his finals moments
Probably be sippin on something potent 
And when he dies they finally notice
Hes a poet, they bring me back and relive all my greatest moments
In yo hands forever hold em
You kept me gold for the price of my soul 
 im at an all time low 
But i remember the flow 
Where i be dancing and grooving
Life lesson, i am her student 
So im just keeping it moving it
And i dont care what you doing as long as We Keep it movin
The rhythm imma pursue it until i cant  no mo 
I wanna go to a place where it aint so cold
Where the colors shine bright
Where the mold dont grow uh uh
i wanna go, i wanna go..

for someone who won't feel the same [prod. MiddleEast]

prod. by @kastrosplace 
mixed/mastered by @geo_1022
Lyrics/Art/Recording by me

this didn't age well

Put some socks on with a coat over a hoodie
Pull hair back just to put the snail on top of head the noogie
Imma pull on kicks if black n white then imma take the campus
otherwise i'll stick with tony's all black out of canvas
Maybe? i'm not really sure
it still fits with blocks of colored squares
and i don't give a fuck what others think of what i wear
cuz now i got a cosby coogie sweater lookalike
and even with me drinkin water it's still tasting alright, so nice
i jus wanna vibe and buy that 40 dollar shit for one
and always check the board for deals on prices green tag yellow none

cuz a five for five is better than a one for two 
unless it's jammin out in parking lots to one cd with you
i don't care if music's trash or tender's cold
aux can bump till day grows old, convo stretching on till eyelids fold
and grandpa sweaters need to bust out in the sunset air
i don't care if giant shirts with tied up hair or cactii everywhere
just. it don't make a difference cut the bs that it's more work
if i can't see your face today i know i'll go berserk

by the paper i mean the new york time 
to go see you and find out why your eyes just make me smile
maybe it's that there's a mystery
so lemme know you better
maybe if it's getting cold we can go n share a sweater
in the weather like forever just together
just us two and i don't wanna leave no you without a lovely lady palindrome 
wait
tacocat because you love em so
but doggo puppers ease your soul
and i know that you do not wanna choose a favorite
but i do and i choose you like a pokemon but better
You electrify me burn me up until i’m ashes never
Paper on paper on paper on paper
I been writing songs about you
I been feelin down without you
I don’t wanna walk without you
I don’t wanna go do this shit
Ohh
Girl you make me feel more whole than if I filled a glass with tea
And I know that you hate it that I’m stubborn but I see
That you might be the one with looks and charm and all the inbetween
And I jus wanted to ask when you can come and see me

Chrosky | Paperlove (prod. KA$TRO)

if you're an old fan coming back, hi! you should check out my new music
if you're a new fan from tubbo/mcyt, hi! I hope you can find some other music while you stay

Constellations

United Common Publishing

Cash w/ Dahm (prod. Gould)

Lyric video out now!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5b_HOtUKcak

feat. @ibr
prod. @kastrosplace
mix. @ibr
art. me

Lyrics:
It's been about thirty two minutes or so/
and I'm clutching foolish optimism like she'll slip through the door/
and sit down with a story, telling of traffic -
"Would you care for a refill?"/
yeah, thank you, sorry I tend to overshare with people/
it's just I've had quite the crush on her for - "I'll be right back with your drink"/
oh well, it's only been sixty-one minutes I think/
clink ice cubes with a straw, the table's candles forming puddles/
rest my fist below my jaw, her car could be the source of trouble/
but she hasn't read the multitude of texts I sent, and I won't reprehend/
like it could be an emergency, or she went to bed, maybe she just -/
"Sorry to interrupt, but are you ready to order?
we're closing soon, I recommend the lobster on arugula, the dish is new and-"/
No, I'll get the fettuccine, please, with chicken/
text her one last time, it's urgent, damn, she knows the evening's ticking/ 
like I'm a decent guy, well, at least from what I've heard/
I don't think I'll find the courage to stand up and say goodbye/

and I'm still waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, resolve never waning/
and still I'm waiting, wait here oh so patient/
wait here all long night, I'm waiting and waiting/

I'm waiting for her to reply to my text/
I know it says "seen" but maybe she didn't see it just yet/
"I guess, but you've been here for three days, that doesn't seem strange to you?"  
So what? She's late, and this table's purely made for two/
my plate of food, has grown a bit cold in the past month/ 
but it's not too far fetched for someone to run late and catch up/
any second now, she'll- 
"Do you want this to go, or should I just throw it out, it's been a year-"/
No thanks, no point in acting like it's over now/
I know my beard's an overgrowth and I'm becoming one with this chair/
but a decade's nothing, I won't be the one who's under-prepared/
for the future, cause she'll arrive and we'll survive the ruins/
until time folds in upon itself, so what's your two cents?/
...hm, I guess he left or he closing up the business/
I can hear metallic thumping and explosions in the distance/
a stray dog is chewing on a human bone right by the entrance/
there's barbaric men outside and all they're toting make-shift weapons/
I just think it's odd she's hasn't tried to phone or send a message/
but I'll wait right here 'til time as we know it is non-existent/
I'll just wait here and drink until the last one's dry/
I mean c'mon really, I'm a stand up guy/

Spotify!

Stand Up Guy (ft. ibrahim)

♪♪ when i lost my mind ♪♪

lyrics: https://genius.com/Again-again-eighty-five-lyrics

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vocals (in order of appearance)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
@plnetgirl
@atwood
@noeldac
@geo_1022
@collidingwithmars

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production
~~~~~~~~~
@geo_1022
@collidingwithmars

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artwork
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@wetdaytimetable

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mixing&mastering
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
@atwood

follow our social medias @againampagain

eighty-five

prod. @geo_1022
add vocals. @atwood
mix. @atwood
art. @headhaunter

Lyrics:

I peck at the perfect Peking duck she cooked just for me
we sit at her table, my thigh’s touching her foot underneath
she sips her wine then asks if I like it with the Hoisin dip
while I pretend I haven’t realized she poisoned it

I lie and deflect with a classic bathroom excuse
and run the tap before I puke the food I had to consume to keep up the ruse
I return to her refilling her glass
as I try to discern if mine was mixed with pills from her batch

but eh, perhaps I’m being overly cautious
also deploying this protective shield is so damn exhausting
it’s just a date, but I can’t this shake this awful feeling
that she’s a siren, deadly black widow, femme fatale in secret/

hold up, wait, what’s the reason she chose me over any other
she’s just feigning interest in me as to not blow her cover
it’s smart, so I take a bite and compliment the meat
‘cause I can feel the eyes of the sniper who’s perched across the street

a perfect date, a perfect murder for tonight
a lovely evening or a planned out homicide
it’s a perfect date, a perfect cover for a crime
the first of many or the first and final time
X2

She washes off the Ginsu blade, I clean the table up and
I silently wish that we had had this lovely date in public
she starts raving ‘bout true crime and then motions towards the couch
throws a documentary on right before I go turn her down

but before I know it my escape hatch slams shut
and we’re midway through exposés on crazed bandits, man hunts
assassins and kidnappers, serial killers, and such
when I spy what looks just like a pistol in her bag, tucked

so I whip out the bathroom excuse, but it comes out jumbled
“I need to bath the room use!” - like full on run and fumble
then I slink through the hallway out of sight and tie up my hi-tops
burst into the night, sprint outside of the sniper’s eye shot

safe and sound, except for those phoney vehicles
unmarked vans and CIA agents disguised as homeless people
under toxic chemtrails, and reptilians with different coloured fangs
at least I left her place unscathed to live another day

A Perfect Date... To Die For (prod. Garrett.)

THIS SONG IS NOT MADE OR OWNED BY ME. MADE BY KAZ MOON.
this is just the first 2 minutes and 20 seconds. For me and many other people, the second part of the original song doesnt fit the first half so all I have done is cut out the second half, added some reverb and a closing fade. ENJOY

Mantra - Kaz Moon | First Half

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