Name: RiDiCuLe by UdiSydE
Duration: 57 s
Description: Snippet of a track in the works. Lyrics this time. Not Freestyle.

Instrumental

Hard

Greener Grass (95 BPM)

The Preparation

Waste Your Time (124 BPM)

Rebuild (150 Bpm)

music video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1XtTULSDI4

tape coming soon

jaylap - papercuts (prod. Loganvv$) [video in descrip]

MMM HA

beat and lyrics by translucent
mixed by translucent x nigel t.
mastered by nigel t.

Mr. Sandman

Feed the Dogs

Snippet of a track in the works. Lyrics this time. Not Freestyle.

RiDiCuLe

Vocals: Dis-Play x North Star Wisdom
Production/Mix: Shrimpnose
Art: Kendra Ruesken 

North Star Wisdom:
I'm nothin but spit and dirt on some cannibalistic manuscript 
Animalistic, ballistic missiles made of amethyst
Fired at towers I watch them collapse from the inside we're,
All burning jumpers off the cliff into the sky 
No suit and tie I, die fast like a false idol
Captured off the beaten path in Bethlehem, what do I know
I know I get off my rocker time to time and block my chakras
Mind to mind I'll tell you I will never ever let it go
Breath, slow chest full my bloody nose head cold flows 
Like rivers spanning vast distances across the globe 
Toss and turn I crash and burn and ash my cigarette, you slap my nerves 
Cast a couple spells and disappear into the earth
Never appeared to be as perfect as the world would suggest
I'm not a zombie walking backwards to the hell in my head
I'm, lucid and coherent like when you speak to the Feds 
I'm at my peak but I won't ever plateau or descent 
You wouldn't get it

Dis-Play:
peep da sketches of da sections dat i try n hide
reflections of da angels dat i never kissed goodbye
peep da message dat we etching in ya mental prison
scared to take da jump but I’m too afraid of living

da curbside at night light stand awake swallow sights
wollow headed screws aint tight lost within my inner fight  
i can’t find my way outside i know I’ve lost my fucking mind
panicked frightened thinking dat I'm going to die 
famished  silent still can't even start to cry
staring right into demise lost the will to even try
footsteps are the only cure to my mental health 
i make it a hundred blocks till my legs give in then i drop
I’ve never felt this good and if i did I obviously forgot 
Behind this stomach rot is a man wit good intentions 
Infested with the demons that he led inside his presence  
not just mine you find that we all infected 
No choices either so ill give it a moment rest to in
Yup thats a wrap close yo books next lesson 
Take another drag ignore dis crooked self aggression 
Only face ahead ignoring voices in my head

peep da sketches of da sections dat i try n hide
reflections of da angels dat i never kissed goodbye
peep da message dat we etching in ya mental prison
scared to take da jump but I’m too afraid of living

Sketches w/ north star wisdom (Prod. Shrimpnose)

new money (Prod. Sixteen)

Lyricist from Minnesota.   Freestyle addict.

RiDiCuLe

UdiSydE

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