additional vocals from "Pale Blue Dot" by Carl Sagan
thunderstorm by
www.youtube.com/user/TheHalloweenHaunters

Lyrics

my vision is split!!!
is this prison? sitting bereft…

and I don't picture myself a quitter
but after a set of sequential stiff hits,
it begins to feel a bit lopsided and top-heavy.
this long march to the mountain peak
song arc and a fountain piece,
like a prolonged harsh recount of speech,
weighing awkward on a brief conversation

a shaft of light
crashes bright
through the still air of a summer's might,

silence

apart from the bright hiss of suburban ambiance.
a figure, sitting ambivalent to the world sights the floating specks,
illuminated by the spilling of colors,
all together intermingled and collapsing inward,
forming a solid beam
inexhaustible and constant,
needlessly flying, spinning, singing life into an ever-cooling,
ever-moving void.
ever-present and oppressive.

It was there,

in that room,

in that noise she sat aware,
thinking breathing air that tasted different,
felt it, lifted, pelted, drifted,

wayward.

And before her eyes, she traveled miles,
distant mountains scraped the sky and leaving jagged gouges that leaked the stars beyond.

and slowly
ever so slowly
life began as if demanded by the heavens above to arrange itself into a pattern,
ancient and lovely,
brazen and complete
faithful and touching.
It made itself aware,
present and beating extending a hand it intended to teach her,
patient and eager she listened, waiting for either
some nascent believer or greatness to seize her

And yet there was nothing
(and yet there was nothing!)

I try to deliver myself from the picture that's limiting interest,
in interest in bringing the best out of honest convictions,
a system perfected by all of the legends
and in an attempt to be topical,
I was convinced that my best was just comical,

honestly, maybe it was,
wrought with the stress to be tough,
constantly pushing the buzz,
notably doing too much

stressing to be who I was,
not to do what's enough,
constantly pushing the envelope,
even to damage the end result,
I couldn't help but be difficult,

it was my innermost plan,
to rip it and dip when demand hit its pinnacle,
driving the traffic and guiding the principle,
living to limit my hand,
even when limits are driven by man,
a prison of living demand,
a system of wishing to stand,
given to clinging to written
descriptions of living just for the…

honestly, maybe it was,
wrought with the stress to be tough,
constantly pushing the buzz,
notably doing too much

stressing to be who I was,
not to do what's enough,
constantly pushing the envelope,
not to forsake its elegence

[The aggregate of your joy and suffering
Thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines
Every hunter and forager
Every hero and coward
Every creator and destroyer of civilization
Every king and peasant
Every young couple in love
Every mother and father
Hopeful child
Inventor and explorer
Every teacher of morals
Every corrupt politician
Every super-star
Every supreme leader
Every saint and sinner in the history of our species
Lived there
On the mote of dust
Suspended on a sunbeam]

Dustmites - Prod. Stoic

[In all this vastness
There is no hint that help will come from elsewhere
To save us from ourselves]

I said
No offense, but I’m a bit further down that Dunning-Kruger pipeline than you guys,
and you’ll find 
purpose, asserted by people is nothing but a peephole to the soul of the matter 
Rather than attaching myself to the problem 
I ascend, up the ladder, 
never glancing down as the ground grows outward
Stretching reckless, endlessly spinning
Grinning as I grab the next rung
The sun, gradually burning out is my newfound goal
Whole nations fold under the pressure
Whether that’s attainable, sustainable, or worthy
I perse my lips and spit this wicked scripture
Winter’s icy grip starts to slip
60 degrees is the harshest whip
No tooth or bite the truth is ripe and plucked 
the climates fucked
But the price of oil rises to the delight of some
The fight is done
Not won, but strung out, despite this sum.

I’m
Currently wishing good fortune upon those early risers
The type to fight god for an earthly fire
Either
You earn your keep or lean undeserved peace
Please, believe me when I ask for discretion
My passion is in question
I’m actually stressing out over my place and purpose
My faith in church is about as solid as the taste of earth in the air after a heavy shower
That is to say, it’s displaced as soon as the day is over
And the change in wind displaces the status
Brazen loners, afraid to say their piece and break the huddle
Rainy puddle to a rushing shuttle
Rushing crazy it arranged the muddled air into tight circles
But instead of dispersing the splashes
Crashed together, writhing.
Forming a tighter, more urgent snuggle 
Bundled like a couple, cold and exposed
Hoping to close in on the open air and slowly unfold

Sunbeam - Prod. Marrow

Additional Vocals by Jesse Tribble
Union Meeting audio by David Hoffman

Lyrics

[I suck, I’m irrelevant, everything I make is worthless,
According to me, and that’s all that matters right? Me?
Arrogant loser.
Stop. Focus,
I want to be better, the best version of me, I can be.]

Jack of all trades and I’m mastering some
Prone to racking up advantages, my passion is one
I’m anathema to slacking off, spectacular in action plus
I naturally prefer to work until I earn my ass a run
I run it back, but just for fun, the sum of actions overrun
I run it back, I run it back, I run it back, the show is done!
But in the ether, something lingers, more than any single creature
Could encounter in the hours after dark, you know it’s me
With symptoms of conceit
A visage which supposits something that you don’t want to see
I’m Kid Icarus, product of all things rigorous
In it to be demolished, I’m on it to find deliverance
Anybody could seek it but knowledge isn’t frivolous
Honestly maybe ignorance, profits off of that inference,
Isn’t it so ironic the product is just so difficult
Anybody who wants it gets lost inside of that syllabus

Okay! Maybe I could concede!

That if it really fucking mattered people would line in the street
But if you try to pry the system for some betterment
You’d sooner see the people eat each other for some relevance,
And I don’t wanna be the type to forecast the apocalypse
But in the end of days, these are the ways that they would proctor it

(you know what he’s saying? I understand what he’s saying!)

Okay, maybe that was a lot,
but if we’re really being honest I think all of us thought, that,
the current state of politics underplays what was honestly integral to the populace
workers are the embodiment
everything that we ought to be
diligent and demonstrably spilling out their being to build up their own autonomy
In it, we find such modesty, innocence, and ferocity,
purpose is in their effort and effort is true democracy,
anyway that you look at its value comes from that progeny
Honestly, maybe I should be, taking after that policy
So

Keep me active, recently feeling captive
Freedom comes from purpose and purpose is in the act of
Keeping active, recently feeling captive
Freedom comes from purpose and purpose is in the act of
Keeping active, recently feeling captive
Freedom comes from purpose and purpose is in the act of
Keeping active, recently feeling captive
Freedom comes from purpose and purpose is in the act of

[I have to actually finish things though,
It’s hard to stay motivated these days.
A six-pack would be nice, but I hate routine.
I keep quitting yoga]

Struggle from the pressure of the powers that be,
Whether anyone could profit doesn’t matter to me
So you might as well decide to be a martyr for the artifice
And I don’t wanna harken to a darker form of alchemy
But if it doesn’t matter why the fuck are we so stressed to be The best?
I’m really not impressed. The feeling coalesced, real freedom from respect
And I know I could be the very model of a citizen
But if it isn’t honest I don’t want to be a denizen
Regardless of the power of a mountainous man,
I really much more invested in the sling in the hand of a
Young Shepard, Prophet for the lepers
Consecrating darkness for the benefit of beggars
And if I could get the promise that my options are unlimited
You would never find me cashing in on anything ridiculous
but since we are existing in a system filled with privilege
I might as well commit to tearing down my visage
Its. Kid Icarus, I’m ambitious, my pen viscous.
But if you wish I’ll give you this, from bitch to bitch
The trick is simply
Gotta be in love with this shit unconditionally
Run to spindly funds for fun and intrigue

[Hook]

Wet Grass - Prod. Koba

Mix and Mastered by @deixiss.

Dedicated to the youtube type beat community.

lyrics!

Live from the pit of the beast
Feeding the system whatever it needs
Like stoking the fire and toasting the feast
And you can aspire to lonelier things
But know that the moment it's over 
You're older and no one will owe you a thing

Live from the pit of the beast
Feeding the system whatever it needs
Like stoking the fire and toasting the feast
And you can aspire
To lonelier things
But know that the moment it's over
You're older, and no one will owe you a singular thing

i'm, non-stop with it, tried often quitting
to find, never could I part with this!!
The part that sticks is this.
is this the heart I have to give?
Or have i never really had a single part that fits??
STARTED LIVING AND THE SPARKS HAD LIT!!!
feeling fully in the moment like a shark that swims!!
i count my fins and cross my heart
cus dogs may bark and bees may sting
But none of it will fucking matter if I
do my part, and prove my thing
improve my work, 
steady building what will move rightward
you have my word
I will not quit. 
i will not fall
this is not all
this is not all
this system calls
don't get involved
the key to stalling is the feeling when the motherfuckings gig's up
never really knowing of the problem till the pit stop
when it's feeling hopeless, then you gotta put your fist up
fighting to the moment that they put u in the zip lock
bitch look. Young hunter with a fish hook
Catching, nothing but an attitude to fit in
I’m living, livid from the introduction
My function off, from the feeling of combustion
I must be off, before they catch me slipping
And they cut me off
And i don’t want to be the dummy 
in a minute feeling scummy cus i can’t be fucked!!
(FUCK)
You know, the blue note is crucial, so what?
Like it’s futile, to scruple, and immutable fact
Like the reason we are limited is closer to a trap
Than a logical extension of our current form of knack
Act mad
While you lower the black flag
Living for the long term gain like the NASDAQ
Passed 21, got lost, that’ just blackjack
But i’m back jack
Feeling that cracked
This ain’t no half-assed track
I’m ahead of the class
Proving anyone could do it
You just gotta relax
You know me 
I only mean to be doing my best
Claiming to do it while failing the test
And any one section could prove it
But moving it claims to be draining at best

Live from the pit of the beast
Feeding the system whatever it needs
Like stoking the fire and toasting the feast
And you can aspire to lonelier things
But know that the moment it's over 
You're older and no one will owe you a singular thing
Live from the,
Live from the pit of the beast
Feeding the system whatever it needs
Like stoking the fire and toasting the feast
And you can aspire to lonelier things
But know that the moment it's over
You're older, and no one will owe you a singular thing

Knight - Prod. EmperialBeatss

Mix and Mastered by @deixiss.

Dedicated to the youtube type beat community.

lyrics!

Spitter from the underside of every single village
i'm a villain out of principle
undecided, yet decidedly invincible
in keeping with the keepers of the keenest secret intervals
a freedom-loving miscreant who seasons all her vegetables
a secret vestibule, domestic treason wading pool
invested in the scent of death, these festering capricious wrecks
suggested an investigation, pending any secret threats
with these arrests, plus a cease and desist
expected to reach agreements no later than May the fifth
complacently talking shit
invasively taking hits, and
imma miss it, recently feeling distant
ripping up all my writtens cus nothing is hitting different
i'm flustered and interstitial, combusting in my own mental
i'm flustered and interstitial, 

so just, take a number and a spot in the line, 
i've been filling out my calendar a rhyme at a time
so just, take a number and a spot in the line, 
i've been filling out my calendar a rhyme at a time

coming out the basement with a placement in mind
placing a rhyme in a sentence to escape from that grind
you ain't fucking with my brilliance, you're just wasting your time
this ain't nothing but a gimmick you ain't up to my prime
so pay close attention to the smoke i'm penning
or you might just find yourself alone with no direction
hold the phone, this no one isn't Rooseveltian
i'm a holy rolling rough rider, without a one-liner or brush fire 
to tire me out, keeping an eye upon that timer you ain't clocking me out
i'm rocking this bout
spitting every lyric like a sock in the mouth
no time for a count
i'm killing every doubter, so they ought to renounce 
before they find themselves in Hades with no dime for the route
That’s a whole new definition of a "final account"



so just, take a number and a spot in the line, 
i've been filling out my calendar a rhyme at a time
so just, take a number and a spot in the line, 
i've been filling out my calendar a rhyme at a time
so just, take a number and a spot in the line, 
i've been filling out my calendar a rhyme at a time
so just, take a number and a spot in the line, 
i've been filling out my calendar a rhyme at a time

Hark - Prod. Odellskies

Mix and Mastered by @deixiss.

Dedicated to the youtube type beat community.

lyrics!

sprinting out the box, full of moxie on occasion
i'm the product of seeking precision conduct on the daily
it's a symptom of my raising, more than nature over nurture
it's a merger of the failings that would purger every nation
i don't claim to know the answers, but the facets show the fact
that the rational assumption is that someone's got to act
but it's, difficult to function with that monkey on your back
mushing every guiding motion with a violent sordid knack
mind your business
No seriously, mind your business
we could topple every tyrant if we simply mind our business
it's a
bit difficult
to focus on your life
when the threat of constant anger is above you like a knife
and you're struggling to formulate some meaning from your strife
like a reason could sequester all those demons for a night.
but a reason isn't needed for a fight 
when they're wordlessly constructing on your freedom out of spite 
see this system was designed to push you farther past your limits
disregarding your attention, purpose, interest, or misgivings
it's afflicted, slowly established like a curse
and it seeps through generations like an acid through your shirt
until you wake up one day finding that you're practically disturbed 
leaping to the rafters when disaster may occur
simply bandaging the issue isn't working
need to cut it from the center and attack it with your nerves

Moxie - Prod. Rasmus Beats

Mix and Mastered by @deixiss.

Dedicated to the youtube type beat community.

lyrics!

and you have seen it
trying to reach its zenith
climbing it's only option 
you're praying it won't achieve it

and you have seen it
trying to reach its zenith
climbing it's only option 
you're praying it won't achieve it

Like a
like a, freeze in the fall
wrecking all the foliage, i'm wholly on assault
tearing down the older to be opening a hall
knowing that i only get a minute to be Gaulish 
honest

all this is nonsense, I’m on it mostly to frolic
the product of seeking purpose 
and meeting only with modest investors 
maybe i ought to sequester all of my promised endeavors
till i can really see their promise when diverted endeavor 

Short of a feather this a riddle in a formative letter
tormenting younger generations till they form their successors 

pleasant in their rage, pivoting the vessel with their hate 
given that they wanted what they wanted, think it's on them to be honest
i don't want to be the one to say, ay!!!


ooo damn, kill or be killed, 
you're feeling relevant to function?
off that pass, 
you think you’re something? you ain’t nothing
Off my ass, 
So feel invited to combustion
And drop right back


(ooo this is unbelievable!!!!!)

Spitting is a nonstop mood, 
and given that you hesitate i'll drop that tune
i'm a top stock drop when i hop back in,
anyway that you want it I'm atop that sin
I begin with the end of a simple directive
impeding all progress and ceasing direction
a freak with the lethal-est weapon
competing for freedom and equal protection
not that they'd let him, 
know
not that they'd let her
go
with her soul in her bag
hoping that the benefits of living doesn't last
some consequential pattern would descend on her ass
and take her to task, run her for every penny she had
decided on the least, never reached non-toxic
sum of the greediest options
and some of you people just watched her die
with a moment's reprise
like the worth of a soul is a moment in time
that i couldn't hope to define

So what if we lost her ?
like... I don't see how that's my problem?
i fought for the right to dishonor my veterans
taught to decry their dishonest embellishments

Garden - Prod. Oscy

Mix and Mastered by @deixiss.

Dedicated to the youtube type beat community.

lyrics!

A good beats like
A temperpedic
Set the scene with!!
Synesthesia 
Simple spitter set it spinning round the sepulcher
This 
Simple cur had needed less
So key the jeep and jump the fence
I’m someone, somewhat unimpressed
And pressed to find the sum of bests
The bets are off, so off we went
From whence they came, they came and went
Like summer rain in plain descent
The stranger strain had strained the vet
Who caved and prayed a braying breath
His last
Dismayed
And aged
His anger rain ablaze
Yet, lame
It came and went
Like rain upon the pavement

You either play a pawn or you’re prayed upon
You either pray upon, or you’re prayed upon
The day went on with no denouement
You either play a pawn or you’re prayed upon
You either pray upon, or you’re prayed upon
The day went on with no denouement
You either play a pawn or you’re prayed upon
You either pray upon, or you’re prayed upon
The day went on with no denouement
You either play a pawn or you’re prayed upon
You either pray upon, or you’re prayed upon

Blaze - Prod. DXTCH

Mix and Mastered by @deixiss.

Dedicated to the youtube type beat community.

Zealous Feat. narcotic undertow - Prod. Deixis

Mix and Mastered by @deixiss.

Dedicated to the youtube type beat community.

lyrics!

this is prospective drilling
hunting without the killing
something we ought to live without
but somehow keep refilling

this isn't worth its billing
more like inert distilling
this is a waste of every single fucking word i'm spilling

this is prospective drilling
hunting without the killing
something we ought to live without
but somehow keep refilling

this isn't worth its billing
more like inert distilling
this is a waste of every single fucking word i'm spilling


it's a
Mighty treason, try and beat him
so mind your p's and, keep it even
No reason to quit your dreaming
your freedom is interceded
the beast is a bigger evil than either completed steeple
both
will feed the monster the moment the father needs them
hope is an odder feature, focus on proper meter
the locus is on your t-shirt

you can't believe it, reason is syncopedic
living to serve the master
these classes are here to see it

you can't believe it, reason is syncopedic
living to serve the master
these classes are here to see it

See i'm exclusively committed to just minding my health
not finding my wealth, that's something you can't do by yourself
you're stupid as hell, 
thinking truth is more important than a troop who can help

hope you can buy yourself allegiance when those titles rebel
price of a homie when you're lonely, more than companies sell for
the self-worth flies with that introduction
something in me makes me eager when that system functions
like ducks in rows or pristine buttons
clicking eagerly in the autumn with no pre-assumptions

this is prospective drilling
hunting without the killing
something we ought to live without
but somehow keep refilling

this isn't worth its billing
more like inert distilling
this is a waste of every single fucking word i'm spilling

this is prospective drilling
hunting without the killing
something we ought to live without
but somehow keep refilling

this isn't worth its billing
more like inert distilling
this is a waste of every single fucking word i'm spilling

Control - Prod. Raspy

Mix and Mastered by @deixiss.

Dedicated to the youtube type beat community.

lyrics!

i can't seem to shake myself to freedom in the face of all that damage
It's draining to be open when dismantled
I'm hoping that i opened up that channel
and we can keep it even when the seasons start to travel
i grappled with the concept of needing to be sure
Like, does it even matter if there's no one taking score
and whether there's a purpose in debating someone’s worth
when all you're really doing is explaining who is worse
and i can't, i can't claim to be a saint without displacing all my earliest disasters
the failings that put dirt upon my antlers
the questions that had earned me all my answers
i'd ask them every chance i get to proctor an advantage
even if it meant i would get lost inside my travels
i dabbled in a language that was wholly self-assured,
and slowly found myself to be the beast that was ignored
if anyone was bested it was me by my own sword
given that my plans for living were more things to be endured 
And sure, i had made it without wishing for a difference
all so spartan and unflinching, 
i was basically a living form of prison 
how it changed me to be less than what i'm given
please listen
cus i can't seem to shake myself to freedom in the face of all that damage
It's draining to be open when dismantled
I'm hoping that i opened up that channel
and we can keep it even when the seasons start to travel
i grappled with the concept of needing to be sure
Like, does it even matter if there's no one taking score
and whether there's a purpose in debating something's worth
when all you're really doing is explaining who is worse

(worse, worse)
in a minute, you will get it
you're a being without limits
all the wants are more directions to the problems in your spirit
if you build it they will seek it
nothing confidential in a proper temple 
and it's mental that which keeps you in a rut
you simply must be tough
if you root all your issues 
what will keep you in their clutch
(it's nothing much)
you simply must be tough
if you root all your issues
what will keep you in their clutch

Aims - Prod. Wtfbennie

Mix and Mastered by @deixiss.

Dedicated to the youtube type beat community.

lyrics!

Please be seated
For this 
Brief debriefing
On the reasons of speech
Via the meek and understated systems conducting critique 
Discussion has ceased
So moving forward now there is nothing discrete
Checking the budget when there’s nothing to eat
But the bugs in the sheets
I’m fucking besieged 
By thoughts that cut and impede
I’m stuck and i bleed
Crushed and diseased 
No trusting a team that destructs on its weakest to fluff up its creed
And i’m done with that greed
Focused on function
I have come to believe
Nobody ever really gets it they just bluff and proceed
fooling no one with that bullshit they just front to be seen
The sum of all their funding efforts will be dumped in the sea
Trumped by a plea
couple of freaks
Who found a way to be seen
Aiming for kings
They claimed to be winged
Dangling strings
Pulling puppets up 
They change how you think
Afraid to compete
After completely deconstructing what it means to defeat
This a feverish streak
A featureless beach
Complete with the freedom to be 
Gleeful and clean
Deceitful and mean
Peaceful and green
This pristine system isn’t built for a theme
Its willfully lean
Distilled to a dream
Its fully in the comfort zone of those who believe 
Who are practically leaping to be gnashing their teeth
They laugh as u scream
Till it's that which they deem
As unattractive that comes back to smash all their things
Snatch all their rings
Stashed in a stream
For the act that retract their esteem
And they’re trapped in a screen
That demands they concede
It’s a tragic motif
A ballad in C
a bountiful feast
Announced by the beast 
who pounced on the meat 
a mountainous treat 
for that which lacks a mouth to unleash
Some account of defeat 
Had denounced the prestige
Of allowing the sweet taste 
of bounty to lead
While the court is still in session please allow me to speak
I had sworn to be a vessel for the shepherdless sheep
But the truth is more a question of how to sign the receipt
So i’ll try to be me
Hunting goodwill while the companies keen
This something has been
More a quest to find the answers than a sermon to preach
So what is service to me

Synthesis - Prod. No1sebeats

Mix and Mastered by @deixiss.

Dedicated to the youtube type beat community.

lyrics!

something honest that we often forget   
is that
every single option was an obstacle met
properly said, 
we don't dread
what was already set
off with their head
we won't rest
till that prophet
is dead
dropping the debt
in the next one
or the next one
what is after the next one?
same disastrous action in a bread bun
what you said son,
we don't dread fun
where they fled from
this is red rum

in the absence of an answer 
this figure leapt to bestow
an increasing persuasive innovation in the home
what we know, isn't so
anyway here we go
pressing to reconfigure every measure in the code
if we lost this
every single digit would be cost-less
wouldn't cost less but the thought is
under renovation in the strangest inner context
watch this!!!

Dawntreader with the cousin of sleep
covering feeds, keep it coming 
we're discovering thieves
even the beast
needed someone when that someone would leave
summer of peace
see the simmer and extinguish the heat
a frivolous deed
you think you're fucking spitting 
but it's empty mystique 
I set the prestige
the best to be seen
giving the rest a fucking lesson
how to step to the beat

something honest that we often forget 
is that
every single option was an obstacle met
properly said
we don't dread
what was already set
off with his head
we won't rest
till that prophet
is dead
dropping the debt
in the next one
or the next one
what is after the next one?
same disastrous action in a bread bun 
what you said son?
we don't dread fun
this is bedlam 
for the dead ones
if you really want it
then you better go and spend some
an addendum
What they fled from
This is fucking redrum

Redrum - Prod. Just Bobby

This is actually like 6 months old I just forgot where the original audacity file was.


Schism

Schism (feat. Wesley Rocco) [prod. BMTJ]

independant parts provider for the boltzmann brain

the millionth white hipster to rep a tribe quest

The rap game Don Cheadle.

every bar I ever wrote was co-authored by K-Rino

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