You remind me of somebody but I can’t put my finger on who...

Geez, its weird to hear a familiar voice with actual talent😂

One of the four tracks I composed for the recently released indie game Yo! Noid II: Enter the Void, it plays on the Plizzanet level. You can get the full OST here: https://aheadofitstime.bandcamp.com/album/yo-noid-2-enter-the-void-ost

Plizzanet (Yo! Noid II: Enter the Void OST)

Lucille

donetodeath

Liquid

I did this around the time it came out since I loved it so much but I only got around to uploading it just now lol

CHECK OUT THE ORIGINAL TRACK BY THE ULTRA MEGA TALENTED GARRETT WILLIAMSON: https://soundcloud.com/gwilliamson/what-if-im-hurt-again

Garrett Williamson - What If I'm Hurt Again (SNES Remix)

Listen up
I'm not here to
Fuck sluts
Bust nuts
Hit blunts
Not Give fucks
Cause shit, It's been done enough

But I’m still
Every bit as 
much a Criminal
As all the "little’s"
difference is
I don't pretend and
fake this image


cause I admit it
now this is my persona
I'ma own like I own this microphone 
When i'm exploding
you know I Can't control it
i’m like a higher power fire hydrant blowing open
cold and soaking through your clothing



Attention deficit 
hyperactive disorder
Attending a lesson, Missed
The entire class out of boredom

rhyming 
29 syllables
go back and check
like a literal 
verbal wildfire scolding, grows and spreads

One sec

grabbing a rag
soaked in chloroform that I just snorted
please 
Don't be upset if it feels like you're ignored it's
More important
Lord, it's 4 orders of more importance
feel immortal, normal and conform
Here's the chorus


everybody in the 806
Put your motherfucking hands up, wait, oh shit
Aint Nobody even know me cause nobody there and living 
Ever hear a decent rapper, guess they wouldn’t know the difference
I’m undiscovered, like a good craigs list hit
Undercover younger brother  with a verbal 6th sense
Never be a multi million dollar qualified success
Vacant of a name
That’s why they call me Blanko I guess




Did this with a budget of nothing 
so i’m stuffing a bundle of you mumbling money grub bums up into an oven 
To rake you over the coals (tough luck, combustion)
Someone say Auschwitz?
It’s a conundrum how much fun roasting your albums is, like (how is it)
It’s Like i’m high in a watch tower 
looking down at them
Crowded, Emaciated, starvation, a power trip
wasting away, blatant fakeness, complacence, cowardice,
But fuck it, they make millions, and still get showered in gifts
So how bad can they be?
Well Objectively, 
They at least go platinum, 
pack massive arenas and fill seats
They fuck bad bitches and blast asses with fat skeets
They wear Gucci tops, Versace watches, and a gold ring
Meanwhile I scrub dishes in vans, jeans and an old Tee
18, still a virgin but shit it’s worth it to me
Rather kill a rap and be a fag than rich and lil peep
He couldn’t write without his Xany, and he tried but OD’ed

everybody in the 806
Put your motherfucking hands up, wait, oh shit
Aint Nobody even know me cause nobody there and living 
Ever hear a decent rapper, guess they wouldn’t know the difference
I’m undiscovered, like a good craigs list hit
Undercover younger brother  with a verbal 6th sense
Never be a multi million dollar qualified success
Vacant of a name
That’s why they call me Blanko I guess

I stayed in school, now look where it got me
No friends left, debt, working jobs in a monotony
Not to be saying that I lost a lot 
compared to other people
Just that we all have our reasons 
To be feeling less than peaceful

But I’m six months in 
Done lofi, g-funk, hip hop, 
And a god damn big band remix
so
I don’t do black music
I don’t do white music 
I produce confusing tunes for my own amusement

And I’m standalone with a commanding tone
 Made a man dance drop his pants and handstand
Just cause I told him so
Stole his coat

And his trans am and then Drove it home

To Motorboat his wife Blow a load
And explode them both

But I know that I blow cock and I won't go pop, 
shit i mean at least I hope not”
Clearly i’m no em and i’m no pac
But I won't drop

Till i’m at least barely at the bottom of the barrel,
very close, or hearts come to a cold stop

Eight O' Six

Calling this Irreplaceable cause the flow is written like a freestyle, super loose and janky, and I had no 2 takes of this song that sounded the same. 

I’m not so great with confidence
I’m shit at taking compliments
And common sense
I’m polished but I’m prone to frequent  flaws and sins
If i’m honest i’m at a loss again
The hardest part is starting out
And charting out the largest stars 
to mark the farthest margins in

I’m harnessing anxiety, 
Finding ways to spend my time
And exercise my mind, at ease
Bitch i’m only trying to please
Now I've come unhinged oh 
S hit i’m rhyming violently
Flying off the handle on these motherfuckers
SILENT PLEASE

Now i’m spitting with a quickness
Making it intense and 
Flippantly ripping 
syllables hitting 
In an instant 
Spilling the filling of villains
killing the civilians
You already know
Bitch can I get a witness 

I’m actually agile
Practically tactile,   
Factually a master
Of my craft
Mac and cheese
Like rap is a snack 
i’m about 
To kick back and eat
I’m thinking out loud
Fuck crowds and dark clouds and large houses
I’m down to spend my life in sunny solitary apartments 
I’m largely almost harmless
Unless i’m in a started car 
Cause i’m going hard regardless
 and i’m not making it very far

Feels like I’m clinically schizophrenic
No stillness my feelings fill it
To the ceiling, i’m hitting my limit
Building up like a mixer of cement

Then it spills 
but i’m making cinder blocks
And propping up my inner thoughts
Hauling volumes of colossal plots
drawing X’s to mark the spot

Where buried treasure lies
A very clever mind elevated 
And taken shelter hides
When the spotlight shines 
Like a night time crime.
My good ideas like lightning never seem to strike twice
When handed a mic i get hit with stage fright fight it and start losing my mind

Cruising but blind
Enjoying my time till I get confined 
Like i’m collapsed in a mine
No lack of time but a lack of a rhymes that I can find to encapsulate my state of mind
Then out of nowhere 
I flow so cold it’ll numb your toes, froze over the whole ocean and blows your mind

It’s liberating to create based on the first thing
That takes shape when you play a tape
And formulate a cascade of irreplaceable and situational lines 


Like Michael Bay 
Riding a Tidal wave
On his way 
To a pirate cave
In an irate state
Doing lines of my cocaine
While I fly by 
In a high biplane
And a white sign tied behind
With writing I painted to say
“TRAPS AREN’T GAY CAUSE I LIKE ‘EM AND I’M STILL STRAIGHT”

Schizophrenic (irreplaceable)

Killing Me

I have to say, life has gotten better since I graduated
I don’t want to lacerate my wrists now i’m just glad I made it
Used to get so aggravated i’d rather be lathered
 in a vat of acid lacquer than go back to that backwards aberration
Or get castrated then ass raped and then smashed into the black pavement by the
traffic into the fast lane, staggering into the last place
Trying to get my act straight
Whether it’s behavior or my gayness I won’t ever say, leave it up to imagination
This song is 4 minutes of hate 
I form rhythm to display an array of vaguely foreign things 

But I’m great with fabrication

I was working at a water park,
Hardly working I was shirking burdens
Till he caught us stalling and called me in his office
First I Chlorinated the water, 
ordered a plate of lobster
In short I became a father when I
Fornicated your daughter
Back In the room behind the snack bar
I didn’t take it that far before he had attacked so I hit back but he was fat and large
I heard a crack I guess I activated his trap card
and holding back my snapped arm, I was passing out, 
 and laughing
Now i’ve got a gnarly scar, 
large and marred
like a semi flaccid hardened plastic penis riding in a clown car


Every song I write is getting better than the last
And every bar I spit is getting denser that’s a fact
And I won’t be content with always staying where i’m at
And if you think I sound like shit, then suck my dick and kiss my ass

And I may just be a layman in the world of making tracks
And I know the pace is changing but this age is where it’s at
I’ve got a taste for favorite classics 
I know they’re fading fast
I’ll strive to innovate, not imitate the past


I don’t mean to complicate, It’s Like I was a foster stray who Doctor Dre adopted as a project or his prodige, locked away inside of a closet with a lot of office space, 
Started making product harder than the darkest, largest, cock to date 

But I’m sure as hell not great enough to ever make a record, 
But lately I've playing with the concept, I remember
When I entered into music
My friends were into music
I guess that since then
I’ve been obsessed with making tunes and


I fought for every yard I take, it’s hardly far but far enough to start a larger part of heart 

charging arteries and veins
These Demons play inside a seasoned brain that’s seized in pain so please explain how I can plead insane to be freed from these freezing chains 
if i’m feeling strange but if I complete arranging masterpieces to appease and tame all my evils why can’t people be the same
I feel their criticisms like people fear a dirty needle, that’s been deep inside a guy with 5 diseases like the measles

I don’t need a heater to be lethal
I was beat up back in preschool
That was tragic
getting thrown into a trashcan
Started bleeding while a teacher 
Intervened and made a scene, 
The little bitch who threw me in 
He Started crying “Please oh please”
“don’t give me detention, I swear it was just an accident”
 I climbed out, 
staring down this little ginger kid named Max and said
Really, we’re just playing, i’m not mad 
He’s had my back since then
He showed me rap and em



Every song I write is getting better than the last
And every bar I spit is getting denser that’s a fact
And I won’t be content with always staying where i’m at
And if you think I sound like shit, then suck my dick and kiss my ass

I one take 
for fun
And make tongues
Come undone
So make 
One thing
Uncon-ditionally noticed
You bums 
Aint got no-thing
So run 
Back to 
Whence you came from
And come back when you can match this level of focus bitch

And I may just be a layman in the world of making tracks
And I know the pace is changing but this age is where it’s at
I’ve got a taste for ageless classics 
I know they’re fading fast
I’ll strive to innovate, not imitate the past

Innovate

This will be my last update on this song until I get live instruments, so enjoy. 

Lyrics: 

Well it's all been done before
every sight every sound
is just circling around

But there's much more you know
listen close while I hold you
so nothing drowns it out

And every glance I take 
is a chance I may 
see you do the same

And every plan I laid
couldn't stand in place
when I hear your name

Well it's all been done before so they say 
That the sun shines on nothing new day to day

Then why do I still find new ways
To describe every feature of your face

Spacing out just thinking about 
Every way I could take your breath away

All the things I could tell you about
How astounding you are so wont you stay

Eight O' Six

Blanko

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