Wolf EP

Girl45

more high

witch

Fan recreation of the unreleased Zombie Circus album by Tyler, The Creator from 2008. Unofficial tracklist + custom edits. Vocals from the Bastard and Dinosaur EP. Instrumentals from The Au79, III Cab TV Thief and Sound On Acid. (mostly own edits or tracks from this era)

ToiletMilk (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

MAYBE LATER is an abstract hip-hop mixtape written and produced by Yetibois (Yetosky & J.B.S.) The mixtape has been in the works since October 2024 and is inspired by the works of J Dilla, Madlib, & more. Alongside vocals/lyrics from J.B.S., MAYBE LATER features a list of talented underground rappers consisting of Kid Wcked, Dr. Classified, Yung Camo, ToxiPlays, HBK KIDO, & 04 Monte.

Artists Links:
Kid Wcked:
https://soundcloud.com/kid_wcked 

Dr. Classified:
https://soundcloud.com/doc-classi 

Yung Camo:
https://soundcloud.com/imthatguycamo 

ToxiPlays:
https://soundcloud.com/toxiplays 

HBK KIDO:
https://soundcloud.com/gaiaxsupreme 

04 Monte:
https://soundcloud.com/monte111204 

the gateway

Solar plexes, sickly reflex
I win at rejects
And loose myself in the bottle that i feel less
Chasers always receive less
I greive senses
They gone with nocturnal wind
Green texts, but they red flags
No stripe on that boy
That bitch came when i was feeling less
With less help
I punch myself in the mirror before it reflects
'Tober seasons, the start of even messes
Sober reasons to hit extreme lengths
We shive strength
Carbonate my iron, weighted bench press
Scholar to life, but we learn less
Just dead
Present my faculties of knowing when the clovers picked
False love, pucker up im boutta kiss my grave
No printed names, only hollow dates

I stopped chasing a breadcrumb trail of empty wishes
Started taking shots for the chaser now im sleeping with the fishes
Excuses wasnt adding up, excuse that Made my gut twitch
Crossing lines, over my unkept premissis
Sorry miss
Was tryna pour wine, only my blood drip in the pint glass
Body is the bottle, with the canvas show a dyed laugh
Deprived class from connection, shit is thinner than brown grass
We break quick, snappin the glances with the last chance
Looking at fine lines, where it curves into the red flags
Review the love i once had, i still have it i keep it in my sac
Next to a pack cigarettes with more shade than silohuettes
We placing dibs on eachother head
bitter bets
No remissions left
Only broken souls wonder what is next
What is next, this apology aint came yet
I dont expect it anymore, giving up on peoples maturity
Id rather die than to live in your insecurity
Worn out from inconsitancy, took the words out my mouth
Emotions through the torment, gonna crack the lobe
October brown and gold flames, locked em in a coaly stove


Tober!

Eatin tarumisu like the motherfuckin kingpin
Yo feelings thin, slim n jims, we throw em in the bin
You on nish, we 06, ready to flip a bitch
In the 03 arena, watching wrestling
Rocky times, balboa runnin up the steps
Iconic L wrapped in designer, hit my quadriceps
Jotte fur with amiri jeans, you couldnt count my reps
Drop down, you doin burpees, i be runnin laps
Jesse owens in 36', my rings looking olympic
Got 5 gold, you mere copper, silvers tryna mimic
Come near the squad, thats suicide, we the syndicate
Who taking acid, and making the walls go triplicant
Psylocilybin, reel em in, feel my ligaments
I graduate from hard drugs, no certificate
I bang doj, fly to Pari and hit a bowl
You find my shit out in the louvre, im van-goated
Whats the motive
The blunt hittin my haemoglobin
Out in the city like a warlord, packin trojan
Soul stolen
Spanish bitches they love trollin
These boys is pussy, they cameltoein and show up soakin
Jesse owens in 36', my rings looking olympic
You street clowns, a real jester, mime and try to mimic
Fuck doin gimmicks, im realest alive with full precision
Stuck in ya head, im rent free, you a walk-in clinic

Olympic

L God Polo

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