FRIENDS

FRIENDS - (PROD.ANTICON)

Leave Me (prod. R-ASH) (Vocals Prod. Trill Hollow)

TAKIN TIME

CANT GET IT UP

LUNATIC$

PAIN

NOTHING

Prod. starmade x ll lk
Some old lil Jin vibes

Come Back

I know it's been awhile, but I hope everyone is living well. New album titled Scorched Earth is still in the recording phase sadly. (Gettin over the Covid). Have been doing a few collaborations on the side though, and this is one I had the pleasure of working on with Delux Of The Lakes. Lyrics below for anyone who likes to follow along, though I may have messed some of his up. Mb!

(instrumental by Broke Boi)

Lux:

Okay I moved out, then I went back to my mom's spot
She got me hot as hell, so I'm cookin like crock pots
And I might as well get to lookin for a fuckin reason to, 
Get my demons out,
Shit ain't easy but I guess it goes how it goes
I never was Honor Roll, 
But now I'm on a roll like boulders and that's how I know
That I'm destined for greatness, 
Testin my patience, except when I'm pacin
I got motivation, know everything overrated 
I got no replacements for friends who I low-key hated.
I'm with my Doberman, who only know the basics
I see through n***as skin, like it's transparent
I don't know where to begin, but hug my damn parent
And I love my kin, like I'm very transparent
With carrots and diamonds, paraphrasing with perfect timing.
And it's back to the lab again, yearning to be better than average. 
Learning for myself and inhabitants,
And this battle is draining me, have to be crazy to handle it. 
These n***as are so scandalous 'cuz I'm lit like a candle, bitch.

Bridge:

I'm searchin- for the Vent, for the Vent.
Writin' the pain away, hurts to admit.
My life is a paper plane, words to be sent.
But society makes the page earn every inch.

Hook:

"Man be tough.
Man be thick-skinned.
Man keep quiet while bein ready to listen. 
Man give me your undivided attention."
Man. Needs. Vent.

Fathom:

When I'm all alone, I jam in my room.
Plan for my mood.
Nowhere called home, I abandoned my roots.
Fam and I moved a lot.
Different schools, same rules - I thought,
To try and go out like the samurai do, 
One too many times, now the man who cried wolf
I'm damned if I do, 
I'm damned if I don't.
Should I stand on my stool when they hand me my rope? 
I'm fragile. Guess it comes with this.
Never had style, or a ton of friends.
I- Never had a smile I was comfortable with.
I- Deaded the past life, still struggling since. 
I've put a lot of labels on, see-
Lost count of the names they've called me.
Knocked down, guardian angel hauled me up
Sayin, to-
Take, your medicine sir. 
Stay, ahead of the curve. 
Fate, is never reserved.
Greatness, better be earned.
Payin for pleasure is worthless.
Pain has better returns, on investment.
If you place a bet on your words then the message, 
Better be heard. 
Relatable, clever, observant- 
Perspective, 
Can make a fella be sure of what he says when-
The stakes are Heaven and Earth.
The stage is set and it's perfect,
Shades of red are the curtains,
Satan left obscured when, 
Names get lettered in cursive.
Fame's a debt they're sure - to collect and-
You know the rest.

Bridge/Hook

Lux 2:

I be ventin' to myself on this jawn.
Pretendin' that pretentious me was sent to beyond,
But the sentence keeps extending- 
I said I wouldn't be long.
Your attention is your discretion, so it's in a song. 
Yeah, just to keep the appeal.
I'm speakin' that fecal, you talkin' it's just a spiel.
I believe that we equal, though I'm the one keepin' it real.
When I talk to some people, they really don't know the deal.
The Dealio!
Broke people happy? That's some Cheerios.
So I'ma put these zeros in my casket like it's cereal.
My heart is colder than Minnesota-
My starter bar is not to my quota.
As I get older, I'm not impressed-
With flowed out sustenance like a soda. 
I got the zest, even though I know some cold shoulders
Who know the best, for me, as I get old-
It ain't no Sesame in these streets, right down the road.

Solace ft. Delux Of The Lakes (prod. BrokeBoi)

Ash On My Jeans feat. Sedated (Prod. GeckoDaGoat)

Mind Over Mic is a sharp, introspective EP that turns thought into weaponry. Across six tracks, No Face blends raw lyricism with mental warfare — dissecting the struggles of creativity, confidence, and control. From the explosive rush of Atomic to the eerie tension of Voices in the Vent, every song captures a different side of his mind under pressure. It’s not about trends or hooks — it’s about proving that the pen, the mind, and the message speak louder than anything else.

No Hook Needed

NOTHING

BIG T

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