clear my throat (prod. amstergates')

it's 12:23am.
i wrote and recorded this in 20 min.
i'm not sure what it means.

term melt. (prod.  drippy один)

perspective [outro]

bliss/theraputic [prod. relapsation/sai]

familiar face [prod. BATXBY]

someone stop me
all these peeps gawk
n respawn
when t talkin
flea, balk
ease talk
n jus keep walkin
sealed hard like
clean caulking.
heed spotty
when i 
speak like steve hawking
n me salty
wheeze cough
from weed tossing
so ease off me
diseased off of
these jottings
i need coffee
but bs got me
appeased often
breath hardly
make peace n
sieze softly..
freeze on me
n ima show who the coldest is
raised quick like
the boldest kid.
flow swimmin novice
make a shoulder stiff
notice exs mad because
im next up
hey baby
yeah
im still good at sex stuff
come on a level son
n step up
im here n dressed up
im on the hunt
must heard im playin ketchup
inheinsight
this is my time, right?
i see the lime light
in my eyesight
i might
equipt my mic in the whip
n qsay fuck em all
if i ever find time
 but i been busy since 11-3-99
no jokin
n hoes know
how much older my damn soul is
flow solace
watch me rise
ill go solstice
solo ,the known poet
though walkin on old soles
dont record ,watch , when i go pro
nah
record so my foes know

110399 [prod. Slovet]

as i burn my herb
ashtrey filled ,all floatin words
just stray away
this is what i do 
high past the point of no return
but im holdin firm

all my clothin worn 
now they all for work
yet i wanna splurge
im devoted more
write song whether cold or warm.
w hard hopes that quotes are yearned
how ironic that my flow is thirst
if my first impression dont impress 
guess you more to learn
see i record a verse
then court ajourned
and im back to burnin 
n the floatin words
but it seems people like to come 
disturb the course
been alert since birth
stern set on what i wanna earn
not what i deserve 
but the brightest flowers
grow from darkest dirt
see im quite til the sudden spurt
n the voice you heard 
make you wanna flirt
but writin only thing under my left 
upper shirt
so your fuckin perched

n this beloved curse
keeps my moter kickin
n its who i am 
who im fuckin kiddin

wilted [prod. dweeb]

man life is movin w the quickness.
and every single days another 
footprint further in it.
i work the days away 
because its pay to play
the pitter patter ragin in my brain today
the spliff is lit to lift it.
rippled thinkin,
try finessin writtens.
sittin wicked until inspiration hit
its a prescription.
indivual depict my diction
differently,
butim just feelin grateful
that some body wants to listen
to the same old story
how the world is caving towards me
how i see shit
how im feelin
all my goals,
the road that i am pavin for me,
maybe only,
eighteen with a dream,
but no one could ever take it from me.
race for glory
til im surely 
rigamortis.
daily work;
comin home
the pages flirt
go to sleep.
wake up.
same old shirt.
my patience hurt
but i could make it work.

til i dont see no limits.
drivin home again
w them windows tinted.
starin at the same old ceilin.
just the same old feelin

kill myself just to make a livin.
but not a damn thing givin
liminatily begins my mission.
just the same old feelin.

same old feelin [prod. clap cotton]

the picture in the mirror distant.
i'm peerin thru this being 
feelin secret the apperance
doesn't fit it
my deepest fears are souvanners
i'm weary and i'm frigid
the unclearness of this life it keeps on
steerin me to live it
my dreamscapes came w
vivid expeditions
that's why im
nearing for the riches.
just an i of different lenses try an
lean into the vision
teethin iron leakin liquid
cuz its fire what im spittin
narcacisstic.

n for my mind i have emitted.
9 to 5 and then i pivot
to the meeting where
contrived ideas are printed
this the feeding of the fishes.
and i'm leavin u a witness

ty

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