I am releasing a non profit EP in hopes of attaining recognition, but also just for my passion and to hone my craft. Please give me constructive criticism.

Beat: Life by J Dilla. not mine, nor do I claim it to be.

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beat prod. by rarebowy
recently discovered their work and want to make a short EP with their beats. 
That man is a genius with them.
Non profit of course.

Still // Me (prod. rarebowy)

Kind of Interlude-ish
Must wear headphones for the full song experience

Chosen // Ensue (prod. rarebowy)

Sinning // Sipping (prod. rarebowy)

Th!s (prod. Gum$)

Defeat (prod. Tyde)

My eyes wide
My rhymes sly
I died thrice
Then lost my mental

Onslaughts of war mongers
Battlin for no reason
Cheesin at the real regrets of terraformin events
A lot of livid men in we, sentenced to a century, talking on the dead MCs just call me Kryptic Kennedy.

Mention in the meek, we got a world that we can see, a world that we can seek, stop with all the nonsense and realize your purpose, worship my I.D. but keep ya hands from by my feet, listen to the beat it's got the cadence of the reaper, shit I'm losing sleep I lose my mind in racin when I'm listenin to these words, me lurkin on these urban disturbed EP verses working on a way to curve depression from my nervous.

My eyes wide
My rhymes sly
I died thrice
Then lost my mental

Onslaughts of war mongers
Battlin for no reason
Cheesin at the real regrets of terraformin events
A lot of livid men in we, sentenced to a century, talking on the dead MCs just call me Kryptic Kennedy.

kryptickennedy. (prod. flowers in narnia)

x2
It's a vision
*No sippin*
Gotta get it
*No sniffin*
Takes a minute
*No livin*
Make a difference
*No fits then*

x2
Livin I'm livid and I'm limpin
It's a day
What I'm supposed to say
Hurray it's a day
Way out the main road
Pesos to pay
Wont take it to the grave
But, shit that's the way


Lashin im askin and taskin 
My face
Tell my story straight 
dont ask for the basis
Baseheads made this in dungeons made of brain death
Way when we had attained more than they said
Praise that the main traps the culminate of train tracks.
Made facts in tongues akin to plane crashes.


x2
It's a vision
*No sippin*
Gotta get it
*No sniffin*
Takes a minute
*No livin*
Make a difference
*No fits then*

vision. (prod. bailey daniel)

What you want?
Love?
Money? 
Drugs?
Fuck.

It ain't enough, kept my trust in cuffs rusted touch hopped the fences to the mud, ain't much I think I be a dud. 

Picky with my beats, cant pin down the reach, its lovely in the streets I picked an apple off the tree, sink my teeth and cheese. Sinkin down beneath reached my peak and hopped defeated


Really I dont need it
Really I dont need it
Really I don't need it
Really I dont need it
Really I don't need it

What you want?
Love?
Money? 
Drugs?
Fuck.


(Beat switch)

I can set ablaze a beat with two tones of speaking, heathens hopped up out the shadows too cold to teach em, scary is the feelin when they're too bold for preachin, reachin out to tell em they done fell down the deep end.

Woe to my mans that we lost without death
Woe to my mans that we lost without death
Woe to my mans that we lost without death
Woe to my mans that we lost without death


slow the boat your mantra got you hanging on the edge, your head is so scary in a world atop a mess, bettin on the cards that's a real ass sentence.
Tombstones engraved with quotes pertaining notes of heaven.

apathy. (prod. bailey daniel)

A sort of rough demo from a few months back that I never decided to release, I have a lot of my music waiting in the vault so at this point ill remaster and release what I've had for awhile and wait on these new tracks until phase 2 of this journey.

Lyrics:
I got no god that gets me rockin to those hymns in church no feeling earned from fearing burning all alone in lakes of fire I atone with fuck it cuz I love when all my spirits start to double my psychosis is the most if I approach the host of all my rubble. Slip and tumble, hope they'll love you, try ya best just not to fumble this and if I miss I know my temptress will persist I'm non existent, if I'm stagnant all this madness is attractive my imbalance it is tragic listen, in the old days with the metal pipe in fist and cj had the dreads extending down to blades no fibbin, in 2nd grade my ribbon was for second place.
But fuck it dawg let's celebrate let's elevate Mandela fate I'd really try that meditate but mind is too encumbered, it was summer when the bummer came to summon dumber meanin to extinguish everything that I had been, seein in between the lines tryna find a higher power in the darkest times.

All my ties a fable, dont let them conversate you, lest they hit the grey goose.

X2
Dont rush me, cuz if you do I just might make a scene, I'm having lucid dreams that lucies hymns are askin bout the kid.

Ive found the simple things a pleasure, cuz human hurt it measures tendencies that make you deader, indebted to my head it's like investing time. Regrettin mine, so in these lines I do Express better, no grasp on what the issues is I'm tryna find a better place, got my hands on face debating what to set the pace, the movement will be massive if I find my rhymes and lasso every asshole in my face since I was kickin rats without my dad at Aerospace, my brother came and subbed in ain't that tragic. I do relax when I'm in passing of my demons "They love you" and I'm reacting to what's crackin off no feelin for scrubs a ton of malice can bring habits that invalidate love, two tones of what I do believe in, the season that greed begins, dont ask me why I'm seasoned, my lowly scenic region. You seem to think the reason, is simple bitch be reason-able, dont duck me nor do ever dare to touch my soul, cuz when I'm all upon my lonesome, zoned out flowin to the dro, but don't expect that means my mentals running slow, that shit can go, trust me dawg I'm best to know, with all my ties Im first to go.

hymns. (prod. Dran Fresh)

All day through the valleys the lands I passed in a timely fashion and ran from interactions, no gassin, the magic, no wack shit a challenge no passions then I'm drownin, no clownin.

Olden days up on the block, had a little in my sock cloned up thoughts passin time throwin rocks robbin shops, walk the walk, quick to start, brody hard but hold in hurt, sow regrets hopeless mess, tote with friends no cope I guess, what a jest we closed to friends and smoke instead, a dopeless breath and he off the fence dont this, fester it dont get no better, tell em I'll put that in header. 

Better to weather, to weather the storm, torn between the horns and halos thorns or tables of spawns I made those ties, unable to say the main quote, I love you.

Seeing all my days it's like they pass me by, handy guy, misty eyed, sad and sighed, its a whammy, I just lost my life.

Damn he high, can he die? Can the plight I grip the mic, spit my life, attain the heights, in pain I might just say goodnight.
Angst is high the angry sprites Invade at night, took a lot we ain't alright.

Olde. (prod. Flousənbeats)

Caught a fist startin shit on park benches at 10, marauders hit targets wita bout hunnid percent, no misses just kisses bye bye this steel sizzles, yeah midnight creeping so we gon have to steer clear, weirdos in the mirror, fractal patterns near, I lost my vision clearly this the astral plane tears is flowing eery glowing, weird.
Touchy subjects rummage in the trunk end of this one head, you can call it space it's on a path unknown to some men, ethereal to some.. extent. 

One dead, and some said..

He was awfully kind, what's happening to the times, oh n what's the time? Shit I gotta grind, time to lose my sanity just for another time, when it comes to an end will you regret what you hide?

Bide ya time

veil. (prod. Flousənbeats)

Wishy washy the tick keep tocking, keep me on my feet with the beat I'll be walking, talking to my thieves and the color blinded Fiends whoda made my day interesting in place of any Zs, forfeit all your needs just to forget all your demons, jesus where am I to begin.

Funny funny guy
You're a funny funny guy
Funny funny guy
You're a funny funny guy

Reasons, this is where it begins regions of deep end it turns, contorts, and bites to sink its teeth in, we win if we can abolish what was greed then. Heathens, appalled by what's agreed with, if we didnt, the difference would be simple, I bet theyd call us free then, hes dead, and I'm a mindless zombie they've achieved it, This is a quote I wrote, it says were all defeated.

Funny funny folks it's the hoax of the most

Funny funny folks it's the host and I'm the 
dopest

Funny funny folks it's the host and I'm a dope head

All we all a bit mindless.

mindless. (prod. baileydaniel)

Save me any wasting of my time its costly maybe you can take me on a journey past the worries and my aching, sadly I cant reminisce on this and badly I've been going it's a spiral that's just growing, sowing all the seeds the peace I need is mostly golden, going with inertia hurts to surf the crypts of birth it's worse with those who cursed ya first and that's my word. I can't attain a main in turn I burn the ones who dont deserve it. Lovely is the wordsmith when melancholy churns this, and maybe if the day its wavy takes me baby save me from my lonesome, cuz torments of the wicked his insistence to this fiction of existence it is hidden by a riddle knowin little cast a sickle on his mental its official incidental was the issue talkin ripples through the system, fickle minded ghost that's host to most your true and tried... stamped and certified.

Save me any wasting of my time its costly maybe you can take me on a journey past the worries and my aching

Save me any wasting of my time its costly maybe you can take me on a journey past the worries and my aching

Save me any wasting of my time its costly maybe you can take me on a journey past the worries and my aching

Save me any wasting of my time its costly maybe you can take me on a journey past the worries and my aching

inertia. (prod. baileydaniel)

Where in the world we going with the knowings we contain, raged mornings can court the lowly brody told me the same, sane is all a foreseen loathing holding me in chains, totes of torn things all remorse we born into this game. Everythings a joke yes I do chuckle at mundane, Monday symbolizes cyral working to the grave. If I stopped the writing just assume I went insane I bet if I wet up a beat like I said j would, the nether got tethers to sellers of soul, I could but that would be hella ugh, better to reverend the lyrics its hella good, tell em I wish they would. Sellers of soul can go get the gold I'll be happy just knowin my rhymes made a difference. 

Godfather shit don wanna see the metamorphoses only we's got the torch so we can see, torture-ing weak MCs top the charts collect the cheese, green'll make you lean harder than comethazine. introspective cryptic and we all a bit misfit, harder than the diamonds I dont get shit, that ish materialistic, pump monotonous, rap autonomous, ton of misses under belt but still ain't coppin it, is it kryptic Ken or solace in this bitch, watch me switch

Lotta the mental tend to bend you send you attentive messages hedges overgrown with pestilence this is the end of it.

So dont you wanna fucking go and beat the wall you sowed, showed those hostiles the mental cant be broke woe yo my foes, fe fi fo fumbled again it's a problem with my he

CYRAL. (prod. Tyde)

from my first batch of beats, the only one I will release on here until I get my production standards where I want them.
The art is for a new project that I'm working on and is mine.

cherrywood.

My first official track, written and produced by me.

THE CREEPS.

Changing and improving my sound, Keeping this page up for old times sake but I've made a new profile under a new name
Https://soundcloud.com/gemouf

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