Back with a new song, a memoriam of one of the greatest, MF DOOM. Hopped on two of my personal favorite and classic DOOM tracks, Rhymes like Dimes and Beefrap. Haven't heard any other remixes of these tracks and would like to think I did them and DOOM. More soon.

Sociojak - Jaked Full Of DOOM

Hook
Verse 1-
Let me introduce myself, the name is jak, I’mma maniac, an insanely wack crazy cat who is mainly fascinated with almost any lady’s ass, I see one my brain short wires and it makes me gasp, poor tires on any track of thought then it’s outta my vision is my brain is back to normal but still slightly fuzzy, sorta good but kinda buggy and then the same exact thing happens again, I’m trapped in a never ending loop, hoping soon I can escape at last, spend most of my free time focused on speech, rhyme and taking fat doses of designed and perforated tabs and if they don’t hit I’ll be left more disappointed than an Asian dad having a daughter who isn’t great at math, producing so much heat I just might break the lab, nicknamed major hash cause when I’m seshing there’s an entire solventless plate of dabs, 
Hook
Verse 2-
I mostly keep to myself, don’t let people really temp my reaction, cause with talking to women I’m heavily lacking, and in terms of bad daily routines I got plenty of habits, in total throughout my average day taking about seventy hash hits, toss on my trench coat, see a girl walking the street and I’m letting her have it, give her a flash to see if she’ll find my member attractive, but she’s just running away screaming, what’s the problem, I said it was massive, I don’t know why she don’t like it, I guess it’s not a welcoming tactic, truthfully not sure what results I expected to be getting from flashing, but I don’t honestly care, I go back home to chill with meth heads, nitrous zombies impaired, and ketamine addicts, this damn brain in my head is so active that to get to bed I gotta take a bunch of edibles with other sedatives added from the locked medicine cabinet, once they finally hit I’m ready to pass out, run to my room, collapse on my bed face first with my pants round my ankles and the rest of my ass out
Hook
Verse 3-
I’m very dangerous, known to murder mammalians, high as fuck with the homie Dimitri and conversing with aliens and I’m pretty certain the salient green is dripping into my drink and headed straight for my spleen, but I’m not about to spit this shit in the sink I’m still downing it, but now, all the sudden I got this growth on my skin and it’s pink, then the next minute it shrinks and disappears, just like jak, but you can be sure he’ll be back, cause this his year and you can be certain of that, maybe not his richest year but the one to kick his shit in gear and biggest fears and start earning some stacks working these raps, now let me have fun and just murder this track with a rhyme fest to finish this off, my mind rests in sinister thoughts, spit and make this timeless continuum stop and stand frozen still, slam vocals till every damn foe is killed, I’m a man known for ill and sick shit I write worse than a bram stoker film, cause I can flow until the end of time in fact, I’m chilling in purgatory already writing raps, so much gas in the studio if you let me light a match it might then ignite and blast the stuff that’s been in my head for like the past two decades, get used to change and the fact that you can listen to jak spitting if your head is in need of a bop, I’m always bringing the heat and it’s hot, rising like the steam from a pot on the stove, the act of dropping foes is not seeming to stop, give em seizures a lot, so believe it or not I truly mean it I’m not joking, it’s well known I’m the bomb toting cream of the crop, there’s just a bunch shit that I just need to unblock, have my brain released from these locks that it seems to be caught in like thick cotton in a sequence of knots, once I’m sorted out I’ll be more evil, demonic, lethal and caustic, have my head excreting these thoughts, foes step to me and leave em exhausted and slice em up worse than cleaver could chop, now I’m done, hope you’re leaving my shop, and oh yeah, often I write plenty of lyrics to other people’s beats, but I don’t care, I hope this gets a copyright strike and Eminem hears it

The Name Is Jak (My Name Is)

Mixed by Nathan Pajari - 
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/pUKKmBBHLp5e9zrL9

Hook - 

I’m a strange creature, that just blaze reefer, but instead of smoke I exhale ether, brave deeper depths than most, by taking a second dose of dmt and shooting past the gate keeper 

Verse -

my thoughts calm, I nod off but watch on, I’m a waking daydreamer, I live in wue wei with no kind of time except now, expressed how every line I write is a blatant brain teaser, I stay orderly but I’m a jester so I’m not saving face either, yet I don’t say things I want and swallow them down so I’m a metaphorical razor blade eater, with no discipline, just stoned chilling in states of great leisure, can’t stay awake neither but yet my brain steady working at a mile a minute, can’t control it, hike the prescriptions and the dosage, I’ve been changed, my head space been way more than mildly shifted, can’t you tell that my smile is different, sometimes it doesn’t even seem like I’m there, like my brain is entirely missing, but I’m just lost in my thoughts, stranded on a desert island, I’m fishing, with no rod, just a pile of crickets, no permit either, but I’m just minding my business and getting so high that I’m drifting into the mental ocean with just a telescope and some other pirate equipment, got no blood, I’m steampunk, running off hydraulics, wires and pistons, thoughts violently wicked, vile and vivid, I am the killer of my dreams, and the detective that then finds em in ditches, and at the same I am the victim, but I lock myself up in solitary confinement and my mind is the prison, but it’s for my own sake, cause most people forget you gotta be silent to listen, look in my eyes and they glisten but there isn’t a psyche existing even though it might appear it, get close and it’s clear it’s only slightly convincing, cause with certain thoughts I’m trying to distance and with what I can’t I’m just quietly sitting, but still down these spirals I’m twisting with only minor resistance, the lightest restriction like tires in inches of some violent rain hydroplane and I’m sliding and slipping but I guess I gotta hit the bottom to find what I’m missing, though I tend feel like i keep hitting new bottoms, but not the kind that I’m thinking of constantly, I never seem to have the right inclination, psychedelics quit working, in certain terms I’m just getting tired of tripping, I’ve admired the visions and spoken to the geometric hieroglyphs spinning about my trials, tribulations and trying situations so maybe cause I have the message, or maybe cause I’m apathetic and need to get to finally fixing the stuff I can with all this unaknowledgeable knowledge I was just given

Hook -

I’m a strange creature, that just blaze reefer, but instead of smoke I exhale ether, brave deeper depths than most, by taking a second dose of dmt and shooting past the gate keeper

Sociojak - netsil ot tnelis prod. Daringer

Produced by Your Best Friend Jippy
Mixed by Nathan Pajari

Lyrics - 

If he acting up well check how fast I got this fifty blasting, pistol packing, potent puffing, cobra clutching, quick reacting, interactive, illest savage knowing nothing, throwing up from ipecac and slowly chugging robitussin and loads of other shit up out the liquor cabinet, soaking up some trippy acid, smoking nug and splitting cabbage, spitting rapid bars of vocal tungsten like a loaded gun in these hands, it’s over, busting open dozens of lippy, lacking, phonie, under average, doped up fucking shitty rapping bitchy faggots till my lips be cracking, in an instant casting explosive punches from both my lungs and blowing up my foes when my fingers snapping, you always know it’s something so disgusting if it’s jak and Jippy mashing, cold production, dope percussion, flow be thumping, shit be smacking, snare sounding like a whip be cracking, and I’m just a sick rap protégé, I just sit back smoking J’s or trip sack, rolling face and still spit facts over great beats and if that don’t convey the message that shit jak knows his way around a mic sounding like I know where the weapons at so ya step to jak and get your big fat dome filleted

So Disgusting

Produced by The Deli 
Mixed by Nathan Pajari

Lyrics - 

I was just trying to feel great, now it’s real late, riding on a steel skateboard till I hit a corner, fly straight forward and peel face, cover my broken skull with a steel plate using a wrench and a ratchet, assembled with brackets, the seal braced by screws drilled into the bone and connected with magnets where the metal attaches, working brain visible, blurting strange syllables, quickly cover my temples with patches of cloth along with the rest of the gashes, I’ve been Frankenstein’ified, I am thankful I’m alive but depressed with the status, suddenly disappear, in a mere second I vanish leaving behind my grievous confines and a pile of powder resembling ashes, come back after awhile, an hour past or so, back to normal, the smile is sour and fades fast, brain blasting at six thousand miles an hour but still idling out in knee deep bleak ooze while I eat cheap sea food off the tile of showers, and spend most of my time in liminal space, jumping through portals, sure this shit isn’t a race but you’ll still be astonished from how nimble my pace, with no tracks and minimal waste, nothing left, not a single physical trace, since gaining forbidden knowledge will catch me a criminal case, but I’ll still put this message out with rhymes, rhythm and taste that I pile on a snare, sample, symbol and bass

Liminal Space (Prod. The Deli)

Written and produced by Sociojak

Lyrics-

The Confucius of rap, confusing, abstract, alluding to that which is, switches proving the fact, but there’s no proof in the pudding, it’s just vanilla, I put the proof in the track, so just listen, with jak it’s no fucks given, nothing truer than that, except maybe consuming the hash gets me so zooted and slapped it gives me the drive that I usually lack, musically apt, producing this fast, the quicker I go, the sooner I act, boil over like I was left to simmer on stoves with noodles and crack, oodles of mac and cheese, I have to sneeze, achoo, and I’m back, so how elusive is jak, I get lost in a ten by ten room with a map, yet jump in a portal and travel through the universe at the speed of light, the peter piper of pungency perusing the packs and only picking the proper nose, pursuing the gas, fuck a bitch so hard I leave her uterus smashed, I run a militant syllable syndicate, you’re illegitimate, I’m a criminal committing sick crimes within the blink of an eye, kill a bitch and don’t even give a shit, every blip I spits ridiculous, the government name is Nicholas but I go by jak when I deliver quips, fix a thick mixture with hibiscus bits, a single strip, fifth of whiskey, pickled pigs feet, human fingertips and the lighter fluid from within a bic, put it in a pot and simmer it, that’s the formula for liquid six hundred sixty six, grab a spray bottle and fill it quick till the tippity-tip and hold it like a pistol grip, hitting kids with a simple spritz and watch em freak out and start shitting bricks, then I take a bigger sip, mutate, turn invincible, now my fist’ll spit uranium packed missile tips like pringles chips, I’m sinking ships, soon as the symbols hit my persistent lips got foes burning and sizzling like a griddles lit cause I’m emitting blips of ultraviolet rays in fits of ultra violent rage and all these other rappers are Icarus, brittle pricks with crystal clits, hit em, quick to shatter, split and scatter to little bits, I’m the wicked sick villainous verbal visioning hypnotist

Confucius of rap

Track List - 

1. So Volatile (Prod. Natasa Jevtovic)0:00-1:33
2. No Stamina Limits (Prod. DJ Mizery, Mr. Mr)1:33-5:08
3. When (Prod. Figub Brazlevic)5:08-8:46
4. Not Tha Average Thinka (Prod. DJ Premier)8:46-11:55

Not Tha Average

Forgotten '22's

Written, produced, recorded and engineered by Sociojak

Lyrics -


I don’t need much to rap, just some drums and that’s it, now I’m cutting crap up like a thunder cat, ho

yo no wonder that y’all ain’t even very tough to scratch, you get torn asunder fast as a lightning flash or a thunder clap

out matched like you putting a blunderbuss up against a blundergat or a thunder gun, come at jak, I’m quick to bust it back, you made a blunder that’s gonna end when I hit ya with a single subtle tap

tuck the gat in the holster on my hip, whip it out quick and hit em with a 9mm slug attack, 
all the sudden blasting, hit em once, double back, hit em again in the bucket hat then they drop when they stumble back

hoes know I got a log, that’s why they call me lumberjak, hubbahubba, jak popping like some hubbabubba, double mint or some bubble wrap, bringing smoke like a bubble cap, vaporizing foes like some six star bubble hash

I’m puffing lambchop, y’all puffing on some bubba pack, running up the trap till I make at least a hundred racks, then boutta run it back, making plays, I’m the running back

I need a house, couple stacks of pelis with a bunch of glass, a ton of cash and more than a couple straps, I could have your cut in half just raising one hand, guess I’m just a lucky cat

you can’t even muster the muscle or the hustle and bustle that’s needed to tussle with the crusher jak

uppercut or sucker punch a motherfucker in the gut and leave em saying suffering succotash

probably choking like you huffing some mustard gas

I’m unabashedly fighting the upper class, most people are color blind and can’t tell that blue and red are both the color black, so jak brings the color back

they’re sides of the same coin, one of the other half, but I know they wouldn’t listen anyway so I’mma just relax, sit back and fucking laugh

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Always loved this instrumental, has a very dark and disturbing vibe. Tapped into that to make a dark, unsettling song. Criticism always welcome. More coming soon.

Sociojak - Hurl (Earl Sweatshirt Off Top Remix)

Made this lo-fi song to probably my favorite Drippy beat. Drippy is one of, if not the best lo-fi beat makers there are, so it's awesome to be able to flow on the track. Hopefully did it justice, criticism always welcome. More soon.

Sociojak - Intoxication (Prod. Drippy)

New song to Buc Fifty's Dead End Street, produced by The Alchemist, one of the best producers ever. This one has to be one of my favorites of his, and I decided to pay homage through the title in a way. More tracks like this soon, probably make part 2 or 3 of this cause Alchemist has plenty of great beats. Criticism always welcome. More soon.

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