Been getting back in touch, with myself,
Been feeling like a piece of shit help,
Me, help me help me,
I can’t do it on my own apparently,

Even though, I’ve already gone through, growing up,
I hit new lows, feel like a bottle or two, four or five then throwing up,

Roll some weed, roll up my feelings, In the meantime,
Burn em away, that ain’t okay,
But some days,
I’m really tired of face, time with the bad rhymes,
That have little reason to be in my life, at this point,
Still feel all I can feel is joints,
Headphones, headphones, headphones,
Music is all I gotta know, to get through the woes,

Woah,

Maybe I don’t have the grasp that I need,
Maybe I still need to smoke some weed,
These, these are just feelings,

Getting ahead of myself by getting a head for myself,
I need to think straight, but I’m still twisting on my new brain,
It’s clearly got some quirks,
That’s why I’m tugging on my shirt,
Feel it all the time, surrounds my mind,
Through to the physical form,
Tuck in tight when I feel the need to be warm,
Give me a kiss good night,
Cause I don’t know, when we’ll next be alone,
And I don’t mean to cause concern or warn, you,
But I’m not alright, alright?

Viewed as worthless, effort for no return is,
The constant of life, consistency is the dream right,
In the right state of mind, it’s a dangerous weapon locked and loaded for a long night,
Pop click, lick lips, deaths kiss, hit list, is writ, with no intentions to hurt, 
Distance, shifted, view gilded, eye squinted, trigger gripping, with splinted intentions for dirt,
Rip them from their homes, rip their friends and family of their happiness as they so condone, for you, for you are only a means to an end, and if it so means to end, then the means outweigh the bent, life path,
Life’s wrath, Is peace blocked by grims grasp, reaping what you sew, is an expression, built on lessons, from those who’ve, passed and came back again, so for them to choose, one or the other is heaven, 

I got these thoughts pent up in,
The house of my fucked up head,

Maybe I don’t have the grasp that I need,
Maybe I still need to smoke some weed,
These, these are just thoughts and feelings.

Thoughts and feelings I have bout my self,
Thoughts and feelings of how it is to be in hell,
Oh how comfortable we would be it’s swell,
I love to hate myself.

Prod. LethalNeedle - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYazzriGjuBcy-VwvQQftZA

STOP love

Myself

I started getting in fights with people bigger than me, 
Way before I was even close to my teens,
Started with my brother and a little bit of father,
Just a dammed product of nature, 
Rotten fruit from the decayed tree, 
Taking up too much space as a small person,
Just the weed to be picked up and viewed as a burden,
Family is a garden, I don’t belong, beyond, 
Giving pardon, underserved, scripted to give others worth,
Brought in last, put in place to finish there, 
The subtle hint you’re too old for this, a gray hair,


STOP, Love, give yourself till you give blood,
Shed it like a tear, cry about how no one wants you here, but it’s true, just know no one wants to hear, so I do,

What I gotta to, to survive, 
Throw the fight,
Let the big boy, feel like a big man,
Scream in his face he’s pathetic,
As he hits the one he’s supposed to be protecting,
What happened to the brother, catching snowballs throwing at a motherfucker who just hit me in the face, 
Throw em right back and hit him in his,
Guess we went too full circle cause how he’s beating on me, at twenty, nine, 
What happened to the brother,
Was it the drugs or the separation from family,
Or that lack of real care for those he’s demanding, 
Pain from, to him that is love, violence is the right way, to go about any situation,
I’m just here to say I’ll go along with the game as long as it’s us who’s playing,


STOP, Love, give yourself till you give blood,
Shed it like a tear, cry about how no one wants you here, but it’s true, just know no one wants to hear, so I do,
Listen,
Through and through, toughs the ways we give it, and yeah it’s shit, but it is what it is, I love…

You,
But fuck you,

You get me so pissed, the blood rushes, to my ears, and all I hear, is you angry, at me, the whole damn family, always wanna hurt you, but we want you to be healing, guess I always heel to the betterment, of my brother and his bullshit, 

Nice house, shit family, appearance so pretty, arguments so petty, 

Talk about listenin’, guess the only message, that went in, to your head, was uncles an addict so I’ll look up to him.

Prod. LethalNeedle - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYazzriGjuBcy-VwvQQftZA

I’ve been pleading the fifth so much,
I believe I’ve been drinking too much,
I got forty songs in the back of my head,
The forty’s on the rack take place instead,

Pour another one out,
Another song about,
Your life, your doubt,
Your bank, the account,
What really doesn’t amount, to shit,
What really drives you is depression,
The lack of motivation, is just that,
Flipped on its horizon, flip the ax-is,
Evil in your body turned right round is,
All that you got, all that you want,
Push it to be better thoughts,
Push it to be better just rot,
To relish in what could not,
Ever be, a smiling sober fiend,
Ever see, so clear you’re more Listerine,
Than vodka, ah gotcha,
We just speaking to ourselves too often,
So I’m popping off, and hoping on, 
To some dangerous games, 
Where I twist around what I say,
Terminal condition every day,
It’s in my brain, I don’t have a way,
To simply medicate, at a healthy rate,
Detriment and I are in a race,
To rat each other out, playing cat and mouse,
With the traps we set, we’ll both end up dead,
With happiness at our step, but we’ll open the door, before, we even consider regret,
So If it takes a few shots in my head,
To get rid of the shots in my breath,
I’ll be aiming for a better night, the thought crosses my mind, and forehead at the same time, paint it red, I’ll end up blessed,
Holy décor, liquor- in the left, nine in the right, reflex is to generously generate for the kingdom that puts blanks in my mind, 

So fill, the grail, till I’m on knees,
So kill, when pale, and my insides green,
I think, I think too much on the things,
The pastures, of the past are decaying,

Criminal, the tags are all in my coat,
Cynical, cheaper if I’m running along with the rope,
It ain’t around my throat,
It’s words yet to be spoke,
That choke, my chain,
My chain isn’t in place,
My only restraint,
Is myself holding back with the cloak of a thief,
So I’ll grit my teeth, till you realize greed,
Is what leaks, out my pores, oh poor boy,
Crying wolf while I stole its toy,
No wonder it’s got bite, you got the bark,
But a tree only feeds, itself, and the seeds, rotten when they fell, 
Don’t help, no other, 
Counter the culture,
Till you pick up, being a vulture,
Sticks stuck, cause it’s how you’re nurtured,
Thick shell, while being butchered,
A sunny day, still resting in the shade,

So Fiction, doesn’t sell the story, 
Metaphors, are getting boring,
We want what's real now,
But the feeling fades when it’s out loud,
This speakers a little blown out,
Mic a little too close to his mouth,
We don’t need to know what goes on inside,
We just wanna hear what heals our own lives,
Don’t care about the thought and time behind the rhyme, 
Just want wha'ts hot to bump for the start of they nine to five,
Well I got some hot lead in mind with the nine to the five feet mark of my height,
I might I might, I might end it all tonight…

And all starts with a firth,
Hold it up to my lips,
Then we pour out a kiss,
Goodnight.

Prod. LethalNeedle - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYazzriGjuBcy-VwvQQftZA

Brief issues thrown my way,
Feel like, I gotta catch a case,
In order, to get the arrangements,
A ruler, wouldn’t help lace alignments,
Tripping through the bowties, in my shoes,
Keeping new, I mean fresh lines, under these two,
Eyes, the bags, look like planks,
My, structure begs, the question to raise,

What am I, doing here these days,

I think I knew things had really changed,
When I got in that car, and didn’t feel safe,
Didn’t feel sane, arguing our way,
Through every damn day, we weren’t stuck in place,
We we’re moving back to check our pace,
Just to find, we’re behind, guess that’s fine, you’ll be yours and I’ll be mine,
Cant find our way together, but we got time, 
To do it ourselves, I know now, that you aren’t helping out, 

It’d be better if I hadn’t felt or fell,
But now all, there is, is free fall, 
Stuck in a circle of tears I’m having a ball,
And I can’t stop eyeing you,
Steal my gaze for a second or two,
Just to blink then you’re gone too soon,
Or too late, trapped on a slate,
Of despair till I disappear, no need for a dance when it’s crystal clear,
I'm not meant to be here.

Prod. LethalNeedle - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYazzriGjuBcy-VwvQQftZA

briefcase

As per usual,
I’m a different kinda dude,
Gotta different flow than you,
An that’s okay for me to do,

Don’t, gotta spit it fast,
But when it comes to,
Ima do it like that,
Frankenstein’s monster of rap,
Hacking a loogie, 
Till I'm improving,
Track to track, Ima bring, ya right back,
Whether it’s for, my metaphors,
Or the lack of ring, I got on the sprigs,
Your brain seems, to stem from, bruh,

I don’t gotta talk down to you like that,
But ima gunna cause that’s how I rap,
Round your head,

Santa packing on the move,
Mine is to globally induce,
From my little mobile booth,
Mobile as motoring through,
This must be the boat to you,

I ain’t doing this, just for fun,

I’m doing this, for all the love,
I’ve been isolated since I was young,
Now I just want some fuckin blood,
That of my enemies, and brothers belittling me,
Pushing to get the better emcee, (out) they knock me down when I’m stumbling,

So I stumble in, I’m the production line,
At every session, I’ve got constructive rhymes,
Till you start building, 

Ima break it down, 
And be a break out,
Kool-Aid man in his teenage years,
Before the glass was clear,
It was blemished, and filled with arrogance,
I plead guilty, but only to the charge of keeping it real see,
Real speak, I been clean, but don’t feel better bout a damn thing,
I got my life somewhat in order,
But feel the routes been disorganized,
So life is always philosophized,
And I’m petrified, fossilized,
Living lies, that intertwine,
To minimize, what y’all can’t realize,
Bout my life, that’s been pinned down by a knife,

Do you get it, get it, 
Killing it, killing it, 
Do you get it, get it, 

I’m on the black list, 
Not the top ten hits,
I’m not under ground,
I’m under the sound,

Under the sound,
Under water,
So outta bounds,
I slaughter,
No I don’t, Ima fucking fucking joke,
Swear words are on replay,
Relay that line back,
Relay down rest your back,
I put the track, on mine, to show you all lack,
Only my team coming up,
While I’m stuck in the dust,
I don’t bite it, I got my own style in,
But I’m not styling, looking trash can-ish,
Working at a recycling center smelling like piss,
And shit, oh boo hoo, who on they grind, as hard as I am, working they mind, to displace the lives, 
Stuck in tragic scenarios all the time,
Get buck by the dime, embarrass foes for having a rhyme,
Stuck manic it’s hilarious that I’m,
Killing it banking dimes, putting incoherent logic behind my rhymes,


Do you get it, get it, 
Killing it, killing it, 
Do you get it, get it.

Prod. LethalNeedle - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYazzriGjuBcy-VwvQQftZA

Under The Sound

I been searching for the pot of gold,
Like something I’ve lost deep in my coat,
I opt for the difficult route,
Taking my jacket, pouring it all out,

In a stack of hay, or needles,
Threading together,
The issues as they get better,
At beating the weather,
And wearing me down, to a teether,
It’s the coins as they jangle, and chime,
I’ll never reach the peak of my life,
Until I’ve, destroyed my, well being, well, start from the beginning,
And over come, the precautions, and,
Predictions, of how life’s supposed to be done,
I think mines supposed to have been done,
So it’s well over due, for a trip back down to,
Reality, no really, stuck in this dungeon recording has changed my perspective,
I don’t got friends, 
I just have issues,
I don’t got steps to take,
‘Nough trouble walking in my own shoes,
Cheap as shit, before I got to slippers they were see through,


And that’s how we all start,
And that’s how we all fall apart,


Crumbling in the rain,
Only after the storm drains,
Do we shine,
Our true colors out a line,
Feeding into the myth to feel fine,

I been searching for the pot of gold,
Like a song lost inside my notes,
I try to recollect, but I won’t,
Another one gone, can’t hit that note,


Noted, I’ve quoted, myself, thought that shit would help,
But posting captions, of my passion, won’t give precedence till I take action,
I don’t even think I can rap, or whatever this is,
I just got issues trapped deep up outside my head,
Voices all around, been bumping anxiety in surround sound,
So who called my name, and said that shit to my face, 
Looking in the mirror this game, is tiring and I can’t let go,
When am I supposed be somebody I want to know,
Cause I think I got all the cliff notes down,
But the person I been speaking to his volumes getting low,
Cause I think he’s here but he ain’t around,
He’s made it clear, he don’t make real sound,
Keep it all in his clutch, he’s sad and I can that much,


Crumbling in the rain,
It’s on his face,
The storm only drains,
Shine light in the holes of pain,
Sewer stroll, every step is strained,

I been searching for the pot of gold,
Getting closer to giving up hope,
At this point I’d be happy with coal,
Anything to keep me out the cold,


Cold shoulder, nah,
Cold all over, 
Winter, alone again,
Summer, alone again,
Only shit that ever changes is the seasons,
Barely though, my life’s a fucking CW show,
Must be in the Arrowverse with how Cupid’s bow,
Has directed all of my words, every verse and every flow,
Every letter wrote, is a letter choked down my throat,
I been writing my will, but I hope, you know, I won’t,
But I hope, you know, I cope, 
Forever worse,
Forever amerce,
Overly rehearsed,
I wrote this love song to whoever,
Hope I get to you before this letter.

Kick it back, and kill a man,
Buckets to slam, buckets to turn over,
You don’t stand, on the rim but you’re still on the edge, are you sober,
Do you really need, that much closure, 
You a fiend, for the unknown bruh,
Close your eyes and imagine,
In dreams we are meant to be passing,
Don’t be afraid to, but please, don’t take action.

Prod. ThatKidGoran - https://www.youtube.com/user/DropBeats94

Pot Of Gold

Put it on my wrist, bitch I'm getting chilly,
Run it up and down, my girl be getting feely,
Oh you think this hot, but really its just silly,
Rising to the top, open up the ceiling,

So hot like I just ashed my cigarette,
On Ashton Kutcher yet,
He asked for it,
I don’t regret,
All the BURNs I spit,
All the TURNs I hit, 
A little too hard, 
21 learning to drive a car,
Still, I, turn the wheel, ah,
Peel, like need for speed, throttle,
The bitch, get her coughing like weed, startle,
When she, sees, I always write like Aristotle,
I pop caps like a frozen bottle,
It’s so satisfying, when you finally,
Catch on to what I be saying, while your browsing -Bing, my lyrics hit like that, the app you’re never opening, 
Cause you don’t open your mind, like mine, to see what’s inside, I creep, with creeps that hide deep, in my soul, I’m cold, to the touch, but warm when I love, that’s making, like baking, I’m Kevin, Bacon, shaking, breaking my arm for pancakes sake, Ricky bobby, just say I love crepes,

Put it on my wrist, bitch I'm getting chilly,
Run it up and down, my girl be getting feely,
Oh you think this hot, but really its just silly,
Rising to the top, open up the ceiling,

Dip into my bitch like she salsa,
She so hot I call her Mrs. lava,
Sit on my throne king In dis Mufasa,
I ain’t the truth but you the falser, (ah)

I’m a cheeky crazybone like I’m the mala,
You lacking foundation, 
Maybe you need more make up,
In your vocalization,
I’m the roof of the mouth cause I always raise it,
You complacent, and basic,
You phase shit, I face it,
I don’t copy but you paste it,
Like you’re white in the Mediterranean,

/Home

So insecure I didn't wanna hop out the pouch,
 and I still feel the same waking up on the same couch, 
Can't believe some of the word coming outa my mouth,
House full of memory's and a head full of doubt, 
 Tryin to be sane right now, 
Living in the same damn town, 
Surfin around down town, 
Headed down liberty south bound, 
Red nose in the cold tryin not to be a clown,
Keepin what it means to me to be a man, 
Hoping one day I could live off the land, 
But some days I can't even stand, 
I can't even stand how this house hold is, 
But what if I miss my mom's promises, 
Then I couldn't live with myself,
But this place signifies all the cards I've been dealt,
All the times that I've yelled, 
At the top of my lungs,
Through the depths of the drought, 
While you speaking in tongs, 
It's like those words meant nothin, 
But all you do is let your mouth keep running, 
I wish those words meant something, 
And it's hard to hold on,
When all the memory's are tragic,
And your way to gone,

My hearts a little insensitive,
In the sense that it’s,
Been hurting since,
I got it, it commenced,
Struggling through narratives,
I’d never call imperative,
But impairments,
Toward my characteristics,
Of the better half besides linguistics,
That’s half all I am,
And it’s the better hand,
Side of the coin, 
Flip is a scam,
Full of it is the fam,
Track the man who’s losing the plans,
Blueprints of the blue prints imprinted,
Into my skin, off the raindrops that don’t stop,
And I plop myself down, for a good long talk how, 
We gunna get through this Jack,
Maybe with a fifth of Jack,
Damn Daniel, I feel like a fucking sandal,
Open but closed off, and being okay,
Is impossible like Kim without the K,
Haven’t been since she go like Shego,
A pale ghost.

Prod. mathiastyner - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9s7oNIkpvfkRegYSyBNHnA/featured
Prod. jelly beats - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCarxNZ81PZkWhSog-eUKTOw

Chilly (Home) (Feat. Bradley Bagel)

I just wanna rap about some dumb shit,
Like how y’all make assumptions,
That I won’t place,
I’m last, so its a first in a sick kinda way,
Twisted to the point my head ain’t straight,
On repeat,
I love pussy, (pussy, pussy,)
So will y’all listen when I rap about me,
Yeah I’m pussy, and I love myself,
Because I hate the felt,
Tip, I been in fit, perpetual dismal-diss,
To the dizzy spins, I get from scratching these discs,
Yeah momma,
I’m a criminal, to music, I been skimming through it,
Not really listening to it, I don’t got shit to do with your unit,
Except accepting excluding this, from my playlist, 
Only allow stank face, not stink in the way,
That it sounds, Salem’s gotta bunch of clowns,
Steady tryna be Rudolph, so lemme be rude off,
Tops, you don’t stick out,
Cops, don’t even care bout,
Your operation, they know I’m facing,
But I couldn’t make it look good like facing,
I been inpatient, lately-with-the-game,
Bussing out tunes, stuck on the loading screen,

I’ve been tried I’m tried and true in that I’ve proved to myself 

That I’ll survive the times and make it through the moods and the self 

Hate, I won’t wait,  this planets still gon rotate, 

So if I say that I’m okay then I’m ok I’m just chilling in woke state 
If making a pro play then I’m OJ how I’m billin the whole state 
won’t be taking the whole plate Imma prorate so the homies can grow great 

And In the business I won’t play with bitches Imma really l keep it super flame with this shit imma “drop drop” 
roll around the inner city litty in a “chop top” 
keep fucking around Imma kill pussy Imma put the kitty in “box box”
Pull a penny out the fucking piggy like a bullet straight of a “cops Glock” 
My bullshit do “not stop” 
I’ll pull-up like “what’s up” 

My boi 
my homies ain’t making a noise 
They’re trynna get straight to the point 
They speak and they’re skipping the poise

Going over ya head, nah, I just displace it,
This is basics,
Tap, to the beat,
This urchin needs to eat,
Get the pussy all around me,
This is what I call the sea,

Where I be thriving,
In between the thighs and,
Looking in their eyes and,
Irises, drowned like appliances,
The washer machine,
Wet their clothes then clean,
Eat the pussy pristine,
Put the glad rags back on all preen,
She, wear the finery, for the finer things,
I be supplying, call me hoe depot,
How doers get more done so,
Ain’t no way, you can replace,
Me when I salivate, whether it’s spit,
On a track, or a bitches twat,
You know I get claps when I hit her with back smack,
I don’t like to talk about fucking, I speak make loving,
I don’t got bitches, I got a Morticia, Addams,
Add em up like stitches, from the moniker, rat em,
Out like snitches, you out my league like this,
Is a pissing contest, I wish, I could confess, but church a foreign subject, I object, to getting touched, on all fronts, my dog ima runt, but the bitch you don’t Fuck with of the bunch, I got bark that comes with a bite, my words akin to lice, I don’t need to go in-depth, cause the double, was that all your thoughts are surface level,

Level out, level headed, I got issues but head isn’t pressing, no buttons on me, I just fuck around till I feel heavy, emotions in the bag, like I’m running from class to class, issue isn’t that I’ll pass, it’s getting there on time, death knocks on my door every day I don’t rhyme, so depression the real grind, feel like I need to light up just to shine, but that shit fucks with my life, so I just smile wide, 

Prod. LethalNeedle - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYazzriGjuBcy-VwvQQftZA

Loading Screen (Feat. diVERSEty)

Anxiety riddled,
Living through ancient depictions,
Hypersensitive,
Communication with hieroglyphics,
No understanding,
No ones here, under manning,
Brain feels like it’s going manic,
Maybe I’m in panic,
Maybe I just got some damage,
On my baggage, after all I been feeling sluggish,
God damn, maybe it’s all this luggage,

I been hauling back and forth, 
Between my happiness and deaths doors,
This shit, don’t seem to go away,
Whether or not I’m alone or waking up next to my babe,
Feel like, everyday I gotta put on a new face,
No one cares if it’s fake, they don’t want the truth,
They just want what’s new, and what ain’t really happening to you,

So get up, get on, get out,
Get up, get on with your life,
Don’t listen to what they talk about,
They talk about,
They talking down, they talking down,

Everyone just wants a failure,
So I guess I meet their needs,
When I proceed, to be what I wanna see,
In myself, display it all on a decorated shelf,
Every fault I accept within my psyche,
Unlike the, unlikely, positive few things,
I come across, kinda negative,
But at this point it’s indicative,
I’ve been vindictive, 
Toward my woah,
Is that me in the picture,
I guess I don’t,
Know how it got there,
Is it smudging, or am I just unloving,
When looking at the damn reflection,
Am I a man, or just a terrible question,
With no answer, I got my hands tied here,

/Solitario

Not supposed to talk to strangers,
But here I am conversing with the dangers,
Inside my head, talking to myself,
Don’t know him, don’t call for help,
Got a couple others locked in this cell,
Can hear their screams echo in my shell,
Burying my face in the shoreline,
Sinking for me is swimming, right,
A defective buoy, be,
Extracurricular activity,
Destroying my own sympathies,
The self pity and empathy,
Anything really that is real to me,
I can’t handle a damn thing, 
Cause the few smiles brought,
From the girl who cost,
Way too much weighs on me lots,
Carry myself till I drop,

I just keep running from my,
I just keep this all inside,
I just keep talking to my,
I just keep exaggerating time,
Left, to put this to rest,
I don’t know what’s best,
Never had my own conscious,
Either shared with or it’s just us,
Flowers blooming grinding me to dust,
Roots planted firmly in our distrust,
The only thing filling our love was lust,
Captured in a vial, so vile, denial,
Of our denial, stay awhile, fixate trials,
And tribulations, stay inside for a better day I’m waiting,

Fuck that shit.

Prod. LethalNeedle - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYazzriGjuBcy-VwvQQftZA
Prod. Ours Samplus - https://www.youtube.com/c/OursSamplus

No Understanding (Solitario)

I’m feeling like Heath,
My Hershey bars aren’t legible,
I’m feeling like Reese,
I wither the spoon see,
Sea Urchin, in your tide pool,
Fucking with a flow till it’s cool,
Fucking with your head till ya fooled,
I ain’t tough, I ain’t rude, 
I’m just, a casual dude,
Who eats rappers for food,

I ain’t even do dat shit,
I ain’t even do dat shit,
No need to speak quick,
When all my words fit,

Fuck with triplets right outta the womb,
Was incubated right next to em in the room,
Been imbued with scripture in the mixture, 
It’s the glue to the brew of this watery stew,
Slipping not tripping I’m dipping into lyricism,
Skipping not flipping through your fricken masochism,
I mean playlist, I gotta be real, 
All that you spit, I don’t feel,

Hit a gong, not a bong, I need to make music,
Hits are songs, not Smokey lungs, I need prove it,
But all you too fried,
Like Mickey Avalon,
My dick, not to be trampled on,
We chargers, my whole team,
Your shit, sound like y’all fourteen,
My bars, locked in a cage right,
Nah they’re making stage suffer fright,
Buffer bites, your exploration is too slow,
Scuffed might, put expiration dates over your show,
Popping like the pimple from osmosis jones,
That’s how you know, I’m imbedded in the dome,

That’s a surface level quote,
If you let me get deep then it’s heat strokes,

I ain’t even do dat shit,
I ain’t even do dat shit,
No need to speak quick,
When all my words fit,

I’d let a homie hit, a track,
Even after I blow up, if I do,
That’s my optimism, let it through,
Cop a listen, if a cop pulls up to,
Ima bump my shit so they know who,
It is, don’t even ID the kid,
It’s Urchin, that little prick,
Who’s always searching,

For a new chime to ride,

For a new rhyme to write,
While continuing to reuse recycle renew,
What’s been the in the air, the In-Flu-ence,
Hence the present tense of past music,

All the cloudy shit, all the muggy pics,
All the whiny kids, who don’t know who Winehouse is,
All those who claim they listening to living legends,
But when they reference, it’s the wrong L L or Cool J,
And that ain’t cool with J, cause they don’t speak, 
Musically, they’re more tik tok, than on beat,
But who am I to complain, I don’t know what 4’4 is,
I’m 5’6 and here we are, short handed,
Tryna make myself sound tall,
Compared to a measurement of sound I’m all,
Outta my head, 
Fuck I still need to get outta bed, 
Brush my teeth, go to work for the week,
Shut my brain off-

I ain’t even do dat shit,
I ain’t even do dat shit,
No need to speak quick,
When all my words fit,

I’ma still do it,
Till I’m tru & livin’,
There’s your homework,
Go figure out your own worth.

Prod. LethalNeedle - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYazzriGjuBcy-VwvQQftZA

Urchin

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