Seriously, we need one more hero. A fuckin' anti-hero: someone willing to do some nasty shit to bring good to the surface

Lyrics:
Monologue, get it
Running Blades, Oscar
Carrie couldn't carry moss if she didn't get the offer
Chris, like Christopher
Chosen, like Mustafa
Leave 'em with the scars, take the crown like Mufasa
Dreaded, like a Rasta, not a son, a Bastard
Imaginary friends serve me better, call me Foster
Call the feds, call the paramedics cause I need my meds
Lay in bed, I'm not sick
I'm tired, I just need a bed
Lay an egg, let the chicken run before I take it's head
Kidding man, just a joke, I still like to eat my veg
You might think you know me, but you don't, 'cause I'm on edge
You don't know me yet, so just take back what you said
Wait, what did you say?
Shut it, that's just heresy
Everyone has shit to say, until they look like Walder Frey
Fuck what you have to say, the truth isn't light
I'm the main villain, it feels so good to be right

Make a scene, tape it like a murder
Magazine, send it to reporter
Bloody jeans, send it to the coroner
Eat for free, if they fucked up my order

Fuck with my order, huh?
I don't really have a fuckin' formula
Wait, 'til you see it on my story, bruh
Dropped another one, it's the end of a
Cycle of life, seasons go by
End of this life, directors cut, bye
Sike!
Another, another fuckin' zero
Your name holds no fuckin' weight, pack a another kilo
My mother gave birth to a fuckin' anti-hero
Omega level mutant, eating out your alter ego
Deep in your cerebellum, killing you cerebral
ME won't find me, won't find no record, or no needle

Make a scene, tape it like a murder
Magazine, send it to reporter
Bloody jeans, send it to the coroner
Eat for free, if they fucked up my order

AM Harmon - One More Hero

Last track of 2019. A cousin to 'Negative'. ENJOY!

AM Harmon - 'Tagonist

Bored of Harmon...

Hella prolific. More tracks coming this year

AM Harmon - Hella Vent

Hey there, listener!
I hope you enjoy this tune. It took me a few months to make it - the lyrics were written last year, the beat was made this year.

I stepped outside of myself for this one and I hope you appreciate the effort. The inspiration for this track came from a song by Men I Trust - Show Me How. The vibe I was going for was meant to be old school rap, but I said to myself: "Nah, you can do something else. Try something new."

This is the end product.
This is a new step for me.

Love
AM Harmon

AM Harmon - Trust

Mike, you'll understand the first line... lol

More 'Bored of Harmon' coming soon.

Switch the bluetooth, when I'm in the car, to the CarKit
Minimal, check my aesthetic when I charge in
Footprints, leave it everywhere when I barge
In charge, I will leave you so dearly departed
White Chucks with the beige shirt, it's a bargain
I come with the energy when I party
They wanna play games
Give em all the charm, no harm
But I fuck the game up like Atari
Same niggas with me since day one
Layin' claims, like I have to save some
Spray lead, like I have to change guns
Splayed legs, like, "Is she the same hon'?"
Now, it's fuck the game until I come
Pushing heads back like I'm tying buns
I was having fun, now the mood's bad
Chewing bad food like it's well-done

Low blow like Gene Fullmer
Pulp to the brain, he look like Uma Thurman
Get head, Sheldon Cooper
Cock in aim and it bangs like Ruger
Drop dead, gorgeous
Don't wanna ignore you
Wanna employ you for my service
I heard you loyal
I wanna explore you
Like discourse, I'm tryna learn it
Give me trophies I deserve them
Yeah, they know me, 'cause I earned it
Pull up on them like police
The case is cold, because I murder
Spread the word like it's disease
Check my name, it's on your sleeve
Flow like current, move with ease
I'm on top, Sesame Seed

(I could end it now)

Watch me fuck the game up like the government
I'm on foreign grounds get to shovelling
Pronouns make me feel like the most important
Shit, I am the most important
Glow up, leave your vision distorted
Blow up, then I take what's mine
Fuck up your spine, like rigor mortis
Dial 911, it's a postmortem
Bile on scene, 'cause I left 'em naseous
Narcotics helped a nigga resolve shit
When I jump on stage, feel raucous
Don't criticise, I move cautious
Learn from mistakes, so now I'm winning
I'm not timid, I'm just in your face, Ray Leonard
You look lemon
Dynamite, yes I spit it
Flow is venom, put it in your liver where you feel it
All I'm hitting is the target
Yes, I'm winning, not quiting
I'm everywhere
I'm on par and you below me
Didn't know me, I was lonely
Now, they know me
Am Harmon

AM Harmon - Fok the 90s

No fucks given, I'm serious!
Shoutout @Mashxmad (IG) for the edit!

Lyrics:
(Weapon! Weapon!)
Ask me how I'm really doing:
I don't really give a fuck
No more shit left to prove
I don't really give a fuck
Ask me how I'm really doing:
I don't really give a fuck
No more shit left to prove
No, I couldn't give a fuck

Dumb, I feel fuckin' stupid
Done, I might just be used up
Run away if you're using, shit I give might be corrupt
Take my time then I show up
Spit writtens 'til you throw up
I don't take the time needed, 'fore it runs out I might go nuts
Roll up, smoke up
I don't do this shit alone
If you roll with fake company stay the fuck out of my zone
Shit has never been more real
Keep my eyes from mass appeal
Being me, that's a fuckin' skill
I'm a dick, don't care how you feel
One or nill? I'm on double digits
Speak my mind like a fuckin' hypocrite
Most of y'all sound to me like bigots
Retract your statement, 'cause your ignorant
Arrogant? Nah, I'm confident
You're just mad cause you don't mean shit
You're fuckin' fragile, like an ornament
You haven't moved, you were just refurbishing
I would terminate, immediate
Feeling like an intermediate, full of disaster
Channel my energy, like a Chi Master
Strike hard, strike first, no time to decipher
You're gonna die first, no time for determining
I would murder, terminate you in a tournament
No one would hear of it
Put you below me, bleeding, like, period
Medium rare and I'm searing it
No fucks given, I'm serious

Ask me how I'm doing:
I don't really give a fuck
No more shit left to prove
I don't really give a fuck
Ask me how I'm doing:
I don't really give a fuck
No more shit left to prove
No, I couldn't give a fuck

(Weapon! Weapon!)

237, 237, 237
Soon!

AM Harmon - Period

I wrote this in 20 mins, lol

shoutout @Danté
@Cedric
@Heinz

lyrics:
When I pull up on her
Drip, I giver her water
Give dick to her daughter
Barbeque with father
Sauce, I give her mother
She might want another
Family dishonour
Disaster with an honours

Bitch, I'm hella honest
Oral, orthodontist
Call me Dr. Connors
Cold and hard like lizzard
Darkness on her father
Call me Eddie Izzard
Bitch, she like it toxic
I'm a bio hazard

Muffing on her Cooch
Porno stache like Flanders
She got pent up anger
Eat it, Mash with Bangers
Colonel, like I'm Sanders
Principal like Skinner
Take me to infirmatory
Pain killer for dinner

Wheels they came with spinners
Suit came with suspenders
I'ma fender bender
She got big fenders, I bend her
Pin her like it's UFC
5 star rating she give me
Don't need dick for energy
Thank you for complimenting me

You cannot complain to me
You cannot contain this heat
I'll take deal from IMG
Then spit bars like it's dentistry
Home Alone, like Richie B
I take all the toys for me
Lay them on the floor for free
Lego blocks for under feet

I got dank about 4gs
Roll a spliff with extra keef
Light that shit and wait for breeze
Serve some food with extra grease
Salad dressing with some Greek
Fly as fuck, bird with no beak
I pull up with style on chic
My brain be on extra geek
Hardest bars, no to defeat
Spit bars like I got extra teeth
I eat beef with some extra cheese
Put butter on my sandwich please



AM Harmon - On Her_Honour

Yeah... I'm full of shit. lol

IG: @i_am_harmon

More litty shit coming soon! #boredofharmon

Lyrics:

How do you do that?
How do you do that to yourself?
How do you do that?
How do you do that to yourself?
How do you do that?
Why do you that yourself?
How are you killing yourself?
How do you-

How do you still have shit to give?
How do you take it?
How do you clear up the clog in the sink, the fog in the think and still feel naked?
How are you mad?
How do you break it?
Tell me you took more time to write the lines, perfect the rhyme scheme before you tape it?
Tell me you gave it a hook
Tell me what you overlook
Tell me you don't like her basic
I'll tell 'em, you on the same shit
You want a bitch out of this world, but you're still stuck in the spaceship
My mans, you're out of this world, but you're stuck in your own, let's face it
Let's face facts
You're still laidback
On the move, but in the same track
You're way too great to be wack
You're stuck in the future, let's go back
Let's trace back, I'ma flip the switch
I'ma spit the truth, so please don't trip
I'ma say it like it is:
AM Harmon, you're full of shit


How do you do that?
How do you do that to yourself?
How do you do that?
How do you do that to yourself?
How do you do that?
Why do you that yourself?
How are you killing yourself?
How do you-

Mad enough to self-conversate
Overhyped, inflated
I'm the greatest, in my lane
I'm not part of your conversation
No need to be nice, on my darkest night I'll still beat Bruce Wayne
If I'm truly honest, I don't wanna be nice, I like to be profane
Eat ass if you don't like me, bitch, bite me
I got no shame
I'm crass and brutal, to the point, so what the fuck is there to blame?
Got more than a dick to give, that means I get all the gains
Put love on my name, I'm for my fans not for the fame 




AM Harmon - How You Do?

Would be nice, right?

Enjoy it while you can... 

"'Cause when I make peace, then you know that shit is final"



AM Harmon - 237

boombap shit, one-two, one-two

bars and bullshit, you feel me

Hanging with boys like the bats up in Wuhan
She asked me when's the last time I smashed, it's been too long
Rip another hit from a new bong
Two songs, write it in a day, then put two on Spotify
Catch me on the charts moving up like a surplus
Geeked out with the homies like we belong in a circus
I murder beats, write new songs, I bring further heat
I took these writtens serious, like they my destiny
Leave these wack motherfuckers impressed with me
Don't test me, bitch
You'll get held in cells like it's DBZ - arrested
Be invested in my shit and the flow get you infected
Who made number one? AM Harmon be suspected


Hanging with boys like the bats up in Wuhan
She asked me when's the last time I smashed, it's been too long
Rip another hit from a new bong
If you down, like my new track, I'll put two on
Hanging with boys like the bats up in Wuhan
She asked me when's the last time I smashed, it's been too long
Rip another hit from a new bong
If you down like a new fan, I'll put you on


I did it right when I hit him with the left hand
Slumped over, looking like a nigga did a kegstand
I press hands, leave em with the gloves unwrapped
It's untapped power, send it through my vocals to the micstand
Like Thanos with the glove on my right hand
Ain't no landing can stop my fuckin' flight plan
I might stand, take her by the knees like an edible
Forever girl, you'll be dreaming of me it's inevitable
Respectable, I made my own community
Depending on me, I'ma take the floor like cubicle
They measurin' me against my foes
I'm undefeatable
A ruler, I be too fuckin' suited for the pedestal

AM Harmon - Two On

Yo, what's up? I see you clicked on my bio. Here's a bit about me:
Artist/Producer 🎧🎤🎹
Part-time cynic, full-time goofball😏
Anti-hero

📷IG: @i_am_harmon
📧email: harmonmalgas19@gmail.com

