This song was written as a way for me to vent a lot of anger I had felt towards my parents after some events that had transpired today. It's a grim life at the household, so venture into the song only if you're in the mood for something a bit darker than usual out of me. This is just my way of getting through difficult times.

Lyrics ::
Molly is left in the remainder of the armed maintainer, between her sanity and visions she is reeling. // Another story for the unfortunate audience, streaking across the grounds blurry in malevolence. // The ceiling caved in on all these misadventures and problem child grits on which she is kneeling. // My imagination makes these stories worser than they're seeming, but to me, I act in benevolence. // It all seems to me that these faces the devil's scribing are worse than those I am describing. // Prescribing these medications is Vesey with the crescendos playing hap-hazardously as he's inscribing. // Upon the tree out in the courtyard 'It's the dead girl rising,' but it's not to say it is – who's he styling? // I'm lost inside my self-degraded mental maze, looking for a way out of these simpler days, I'm riling. // Thrilling villain to the family that's been always hated, it's a fear to put the trust again after last autumn. // It's a cruel way to live, but a crueler way to die. Now I'm wanting to cry in the eyes of a boy, no solemn // Mental golem on the freeway, but from this life I board a speedway, I run away from pressing matters. // Angrier than the Madder Hatters. As the former was less a spectacle, bespectacled I rip masks to tatters. // She said I was a lame just for breathing, and now all I wish is for her hanging from the ceiling bequeathing. // Screaming 'One more chance' like I did years ago, not to say I'd ever do it, I'd love to witness sheathing. // My father told me 'Son, get the chest off' pleading me to act right. This is the right life for me, buddy. // He'll never understand, raised in a straight conservative fashion with a green light to budding puddy. // Hanging in the afterlife with Foreman's versification of the hero in the form of Kid Cudi. // Wipe the remainder of the criminality out of my eyes for the veins to be a little ruddy. // I'll wake up feeling nothing but my sadness, forgetting what I said the day before just out of gladness. // These friends I wish I never had, simply because I feel I anger them, turning them to bouts of madness. // Already got the slick hammer before, what am I simply a bore? To all these people, I am nothing. // A simple light still burning in the tunnel, guiding people out before Hummel dared to say something. // Now you're back to the rest of the breast I wish I had, but I'm trapped in my own error, looking all sad. // Bad as the flows I drop in figures on the daily, a figure eight is all she crave, on it's side, now come come lad. // Sometimes my life feels this way every once and a while. Without the music here, I'd be stuck in another Nile. // The pressure weighs against my scales as the rocks did to Giles, but that's another stride for a mile. // Molly Hailey wrote the testament for her tombstone, but it's Hiram Vesey screaming out to cherish the Diplo. // It's a shame only the four eyes know what the deal is, but I'm sure they'll tell the others before the sun sets low.

(Barely)DeadGirl(Still)St(AndingAnd)IllWalking (prod. Flying Lotus & Captain Murphy)

Here's a concept I came up with a while ago. I decided to tell a story this time around with my song and see how far it got me in terms of making a unique new song for everyone to listen to. Hopefully my story-telling abilities are up to par, and I hope to improve upon them in the future. Thanks for the feedback so far, everyone!

(Sadly, I do not have the lyrics this time around, I thought they would paste over when I copied them, but it was not the case. I think the vocal clarity on this track is up to par though, so they shouldn't be needed. Apologies to those who needed them though.)

Give It Up (prod. King Geedorah)

My first collaboration with a producer, I'm sort of happy with how this came out. I think I need to get used to writing to production that I haven't really made a huge familiarity. I think I keep getting better song to song though. Special thanks to my producer for making this dream of mine to have my own original song really come together. Expect more of this on the way.

Lyrics ::
Vesey hits the track back, right back to collateral. Lateral intermission on the track I bare to finish. / Seems like I'm living a fantasy over some OPR, even though Friend took 80 to beat VLR; swish. / If anything, I'm feeling my own lane now. For once, the intuition to feel a little bit better about myself. / The tools to happiness are far and in between, where I lean is where I wish to have the accent on Azelf. / Hop back to reality, consistency just bothers me. I get in my lane and then I swerve all circuitous. / Adventurous, but never far enough to leave the borders of this confine, other's see it, how fortuitous. / Once the night hits, I face my own demons, personify as the EMI did, but now I'm crying like how DMX did. / Not an amateur diss, respect all the brothers and the sisters and the misters and the misses on this eBay rap bid. / See, I have a tendency to tirade off on this irregular rhyme spree, all about The Game's diction conveyance. / Surveillance of my last couple of tracks, figures and stacks all for a troublesome solace in clairvoyance. / My flamboyance on this EA Sports gig – have these lyricists wondering what's purveyance. / A simple twist between minor success and an ability to mentally suppress my own chance.

What's my own luck and fate as of late? I keep getting myself down, but Danny said it truthfully, I could fix it. / So I started, allow this track to be a new beginning in the midst of my fifty one days of pushing myself; no hit. / Never was one for substance besides in my lyricisms. Always one for witty cynicisms in initial first step. / Bubba Ho-Tep was admiring my flatulence as of late. Now the aggregate of my friends, man, you still develop. / I envelop all the flaws and dreams I wish I never had. To transcend to the best of my ability would make my day. / But better than that, one day I'm going to make you all forget where I came from, on this success, we will lay. / I'll keep the past decisions framed next to the picture outside of the school where I started learning something. / My own volition of this commission brought me something new, a new way to live and a harmonizing fling. / Who am I to question it? Vesey leads me to newer places and factions of my vivid manic visions. / In these schisms, Vess is the operative, and it's imperative for me to claim derivatives in divisions.

EMI / DMX (prod. Sean Robinson)

This instrumental just dropped today, but I couldn't help but write to it. This track pretty much called out to my name, and I hope that you enjoy this song for what it ended up being. I think it's pretty accurate representation of how my emotions were carried a long time ago. It doesn't represent my current feelings or anything along those lines, I just sort of tapped back to a year ago to deliver a song I always wanted to write.

Lyrics ::
From the arms of a flower to the tears at the dawn of the fiftieth hour. // Stem it all back to me, please release the feelings that made that face maintain no sweet, but sour. // We were talking and conversating in our own realm with a happy grin. // Now your mannerism is paltry, just poultry rotten much to my chagrin. // Lightning erupts in a grandiose flume of discontent. // Friends were talking about how your smile was given at consent. // You never wrote back; simply a muse who would never care to admire my manners duopolist. // Appertained up only for you, my phone was shut off, my mind was all in focusing on your heart's list. // Now much to my sadness, you've moved afar with your new pains.

Write me back.
You don't ever have to.
Call me back.
You don't ever have to.
Smile back.
Please just only try to.
Write me back.

Night of the sixtieth hour, I'm just waiting for you to love me like you used to. // But it's plain in my own sight, in hindsight, we were just an apparition for your mental. // The tool you used, you apologized for it's utility. // I realize it all too clearly, these feelings and notes were given in futility. // Humility was synonymous, with the boy that you knew too anonymous. // So please forgive me if I shed a tear when you call me the same when antonymous.

Write me back.
You don't ever have to.
Call me back.
You don't ever have to.
Smile back.
Please just only try to.
Write me back.
You don't even have to.
See me back.
You just only need to.
Write me back.
I'm still waiting, please.
Write me back.


(Please)WriteMeBack2K13 (prod. MNDSGN)

This is my final song for the summer. School for me starts up again in a few days and I was hoping that I would be able to close out the summer with a solid track. It's a little about my family and the transgender tendencies that I've been going through.

Lyrics ::
The body chosen as a mismatch for my matching misdemeanor. // Leaner – Natural Born or Naturally Torn between the plot to admit that I've seen her. // Not through my own eyes, but those of a widow. // Mourning the loss of a paradise already lost in the depths below. // Although, what do I know of me? It's just a phase isn't it? // The type of questions that raised the nerves before I got hit. // She won't admit to being the deliverer of a solid shove into that wall. // Down the hall away from where I record this song, blow it up – all. // People say I'm crazy for wanting to live my life this way. // I didn't choose to have what I have instead of what I need. // Consider it my life deciding on dopamine over an ounce of greed. // A little bit of hash before the tag, and a little click before the mag lets loose. // Now everyone's chasing rainbows with their sexuality as if it's Duck, Duck, Goose. // The squirrel and the moose, I'm just another personality on a Saturday morning. // When you all want Vesey, it's just the average size of Molly Hailey I'm adorning.
Mary was the mother I never had, Sasha is the sister that always makes me glad. // Juli was the sister hiding in the corner, and there's just Molly, but I can't fit it when I'm sad. // They're just the ones that I need, a family devoid of my parent's tyrannical seed. // Three Abeed, Free What I Cede, and let the Doge faces squander all the evil I'd secede. // As the instrumentation keeps it's very own tone and mannerism. // A schism I would like to pronounce is that of my cynicism. // I'd like to believe that the life I lead is all that of Satan's mechanism. // It's completely against what I want as a simple societal organism. // All I wish for is a body of a female. Not to cuddle with, but to cuddle in. // To want a set of breasts to fondle, is that such a sin? // I know it's sort of graphic, but life is a beautifully dirty truth. // Breathing in the corpses of Hip-Hop's dead topics like a sayer-sooth. // Now what I'm saying may some abnormal to you. // Not like I expect you to sympathize, that's not your job to do. // What to do? What to do? What do I need to phrase to make you understand? // People are insecure over what they don't have, at least they have their own hand. // Their own say in the life that they want to oversee. // Cruise Control crashed Earnhardt, so what'd you live to be? // I hope it's for the better, that's word to my friend struggling. // Not to say she has yet, but probably soon she will be snuggling. // I can't say that I'm jealous, it's my chances that I'm muggling. // If people think it's them, it's not, and I won't even call it boggling. // Know that when I finish up the rest of the songs for the summer. // The potential I'll have unlocked will be at higher echelons than exhaust from a Hummer. // Humming the remainder of the soliloquy that became this exam page. // Page the pager manufacturer and tell them that I'm faxing a new wave. // No swears, no fares, no fair – she's going to start the life without a new save. // New knave, in a field of experience and second chances. // I've got twenty of them, just to name a few – you forty are my lances. // Spear-heading bad indignant qualifications of being a lower human being. // You seeing the same Molly Hailey? I see beauty in my eyes without the tears fleeing.

The Afterlife's Customer Service (prod. Karamel Kel)

Before you ask, no, that's not me in the cover. I wish it was. Anyways, this is a track that puts together some of the feelings I was having just as a person without a label, but I'm sure you can figure out how that goes. I really love the way this came out, personally.

Lyrics::
General Genital Hailey, to your new fiends, D.S. Vess. // The best in a group of the worst drinkers you've ever seen for less. // Five or below, waiting under the water counting down from ten. // Never wanting to see the world that laid waste to Subroc and Alex Len. // So what if I want to be superior? Does that mean I need to be arrogant? // The New Jersey Giant fist-fighting my pituitary gland, tag-teaming with Atom Ant. // Never was a Physics major, but from here on out I plan to wear a 27 on my hand. // Add the .08 at the end so I don't have any confusions on the sight of my gland. // Part of me is dying, but I live with such an air of ease. // My hope seems all wiped out as if Old Hickory shot the Cherokees. // I'm entitled to a pair of keys to my own house shoes. // People want to play Social Justice, but I'm still worried about the Jews. // It's the one-armed armored mayor. // Vess the Disabled Star Ball Player. // I'm an irregular Saukrates, catch the psych lesson as you dawn a legging. // I'm dandappered up in a costume fit for Ed Gein without the excess begging. // D.S. might as well be Gemini Man, I'm not a sexist, so here's the plan. // I'll refer to myself as a xe or a ze, you wouldn't know the spelling, so this broad band's LAN. // Vesey's feminine attire would get Matt Schaub to retire. // Ray Rice went first, and Donald Sterling went second.

Miscarry this merry beat up to the altar. // And raise a couple million for the Bender kids to falter. // Whether it's the throwing arm of Johnny Hadl or Andrew Walter. // The same Phantom Punch could knock the top off Leone; fringe halter. // Whatever you exhaust, a bright twisted penny lickin' so and so for new curriculum. // Strict matriculation is what I articulate for demonstration while tick goes the pendulum. // Time passes you by the same way as an opportunity. // In scrutiny deliver thee a message from longevity. // Your shelf life is passing and the flowers cried goners. // Vesey plans to rock the apparatus while still claiming All-Honors. // Aborted the thoughts of discontent with the rest of the content. // Lyrical means nothing to these listeners postpartum on this continent. // Debating on what Molly meant, the sacrament left it oddly spent. // A fifty dollar bill exhausted on some one dollar adornment. // Casualties all split up, and the mind's going left or right. // Who could get it as the latter is a whole other matter. // Whatever you'd sever is none of my business. // Just make your excuses escape quickly while I practice persistence. // You want a rematch against the new Kid Vestestosterone. // I'm armed with a rhythm for the Ramones and a vial of progesterone. // One word and it'll all be all gone, chances turn to changes. // I cry at the night time because of the shortcoming of my vocal ranges. // An abnormality, and thus, the subject of my songs.

Feel No Guilt (prod. Rob Lewis)

My very first collaboration with another MC, although I have to admit that J's production skills impress me a lot too. The mixing ended up being one of the most difficult parts of this, so apologies if that's difficult for some of you to hear. I personally don't have any huge issues with it. No lyrics this time because I didn't archive all of them. I'm really happy with how this track came out though and I'd love to do more in the future <3

Verbal Street Othello (prod. by & feat. Mondo J)

Huge amount of thanks to my friends, Brett and Rani, for helping me get the ideas for this song and for getting the ball rolling with this. To be honest, I didn't expect people in my class to like this song that much - considering it was for a history project and most people wouldn't think to put education and music together (which is a shame). I really ended up being happy with the reactions I got and it will be interesting to see what people will think of me once they go and listen to my other music - which a lot of people want to do for some reason. Thanks for the support. Downloads are free as per usual and the lyrics are below. Bless you all, have a good one.

Lyrics ::
All my life got my God given power.
Over the others I pray I might tower.
Respect my house, my rules, my lead shower.
So I can rule the world for this Gilded Hour.

Welcome to the show - America’s the main stage.
Politicians are machines now; overloaded on a rampage.
Painting out the colors of a new age; Nast drew Tweed.
Couple impersonators since him - Apollo Creed or new greed?
Don’t look at me, friend, I asked Grant politely.
The lower class doesn’t know better, they take it all lightly.
Perched out by the ballot box with the smirks of a villain.
A hero in the senate, but a menace with what I’m really dealing.
Ceiling of the congress under the eye of my yearning.
The tables are turning; oh wait, Garfield got shot down.
Populism is on the welcome mat - get out of my town.
They think you’re a hero, Weaver; reality might frown.
I swear it’s a democracy - just ignore my crown.
This is the New World now, just ask what the kids are learning.

People are acting crazy, seeing the Knights of Labor like they’re Camelot.
You can strike but I warn you Frick’s temper’s getting hot.
Carnegie to the left of me, Rockefeller to the right of me.
Ambition fueled in the lower class; hating what I want to be.
Father passed down the jewels and now I’m never fearing the yelling.
Put Westinghouse in a resting house with William Jennings Bryan.
So what he’s talking to the people? I’m talking to the power.
Why are you praying to Yeezus? You should be praying for my gospel.
I built myself a mansion while Carnegie built a hospital.
You’re crying for a chance to live above the rest in grandeur.
It’s not what it’s cracked up to be - that’s money in the manger.
I bought myself McKinley, you bought a victrola.
I hate to be braggadocios, but I’m an iPhone to your baby Motorola.

All my life got my God given power.
Over the others I pray I might tower.
Respect my house, my rules, my lead shower.
So I can rule the world for this Gilded Hour.

Nitalya Cassanova? I’m thinking we’re changing to Jane Jones.
I’ll be straight with these greenies, they’re hated just like drones.
Trust your temperance in a tenement, I swear we’ll make improvements.
I say I want your people but I blocked out Chinese movements.
Irish need not apply - I just hired a German yesterday.
Why don’t you sign up at the factory? Those kids are hired every day.
You’re given your share of wages - sorry that you got no say.
Did you hear about the market? You’re a bunch of Anarchists anyway.
The other day we voted those conditions can be changed another day.
Shed your tears at the brewery.
Your people know the scrutiny.
The blue and white’s in my veins.
But the red’s stuck on your stains.

All my life got my God given power.
Over the others I pray I might tower.
Respect my house, my rules, my lead shower.
So I can rule the world for this Gilded Hour.

The Gilded Hour (re-prod. Wonya Love)

https://veseyleigh.bandcamp.com/album/south-of-the-brick-city-ep
So, this is here as a little promotional song for the real project here. This is my new EP here in the description, and I hope you all love it. The song itself is not on the EP, it's just a bonus for everyone who's been sticking with me on Soundcloud that has been faithful and caring so far. Much love to you all and my friends I've made so far.

Middle Class Conspiracy (prod. The Unseen Quas) (Also, there's a new EP in the description)

I'm such a huge fan of his work that I had to jump on the beat immediately. Once again I'm at the point where I feel like every song I make is my best song. The flow on this one and the clarity of my words are really on par with each other, I believe. Plus, I think I get points for mentioning Eric Garner, maybe? We'll see, we'll see.

Lyrics ::
Say hello to the kids, and goodbye to the man prosperous.
Flows hot in this, hittin' up shots for Phosphorous.
Who really be bumpin' their flair rancourous rhinoceros?
A little investment in my cause to get Sam to ask who's rocking this.
Harder than a summer spent mismanaging.
My crew is on my back, like my life is at the end again.
Blood clots permiating and laughing at those who pray to men.
Devil doesn't wear prada, she clad in all the lace I'm in.
Seventeen days of anguish, just to ask the man who took Molly.
See simply, actually, it's all wishful melancholy.
Anamoly for an atrocity, shout out Eric Garner.
Don't settle for Brown or Martin, thank Alterraun Varner.


Lucid Dream (prod. Fairfaxxxxxxxx)

Heya there, so I'm Vesey (fully known as Denmark "Sweetness" Vesey), also known as Molly. In case it wasn't obvious by the disparity between the masculine nature of my voice and the feminine name, I am a male-to-female transgender who is still quite early in the stages (read as: lives in an odd household that doesn't like that sort of thing). I make music as a fun hobby every once and a while. I hope you all enjoy it for what it is.

D.S. Vesey