Prod. CRCL - https://soundcloud.com/crclxx

Once upon a time in fantasy land
I saw you at a bar, unwrapped you like a 100 grand
I'm a simple man, visions ran of holding your hand
My disposition led me straight into the bottles and cans
The cans turned to cannot's turned into shots
Turned into plots, turned into nothing but go kick rocks
Turned into Xbox, wait, are you alive?
I don't know, but I guess you aren't waiting for me to arrive
And there were signs, but they got mixed in with the hidden shrines
That's why you never were a partner of mine
That why there ain't no words left to say
No way, no "hey," no sentence to get you to stay
Every message sent lead up exactly to this
Now I only got one left to give

I can wait, I wanna let you know that I can wait
And you can go explore and I can wait
I can wait 1000 years for you and that I do
As long as I'm resigned to fate and we can start again anew
Tell me if you simply need your space
I can give it for as long as you need it, I can wait
I can wait... baby I can wait...
And maybe we can talk about it some
I know you're out there somewhere 'cause you never said that you were done
And know, I'm out here counting minutes 'till the day that you come back
I can wait until you finally come crawling back for scraps
I only want to see you one more time
And even if you spit right in my face, we'll that'd be fine
Because at least if you can bring yourself to hate me then I wasn't left behind
And please...

I can wait... Please don't go forever, I can wait
I only want to see you, I can wait
I'm sorry if I waited way too long
I know that all I ever did was wait till you were gone
I never should've waited but now all I do is wait
I'll make a holiday for you, a day for every date
And please don't leave me hanging
If you let me, I'll be standing next to Peter at the gate
I can wait... believe me I can wait...
I tell you I can wait, if I hold on just a little longer
You'll come running back and everything I dreamed of will be great
I can wait! I can wait! I can wait! I can wait...

I Can Wait

Prod. SOB Production - https://www.sobproduction.com

At 9 AM
I will never find another friend
Like you, it's time again
I just wanna hope like then
But not at 9 AM
Suffer through a night that never dreamt
Now no more lies to bend
We never started but we ended

I know that you said that you went to sleep
But I got a gust of wind under my feet
I need more, I need more

Ask me what I'm so tired for
I'll have you know, I don't sleep no more
You the Helen of my civil war
I reached to Heaven to find you. I swore
I'd do it differently this time
Act efficiently, I tried
Everything I could think of to amuse
But when it came time to speak truth, I refused
That's the secret, that's the trick
You wanna sleep till 9, well lay the god damn bricks
If you don't, then you end up just like me
Count yourself lucky if you're up by 3
4, then 5, yo, she must be pissed
Because I never got a message and it's half past 6
Three lucky 7's on a minimal line
I wait 8 hours, 5 more till 9

At 9 AM
I will never find another friend
Like you, it's time again
I just wanna hope like then
But not at 9 AM
Suffer through a night that never dreamt
Now no more lies to bend
We never started but we ended

When will you wake? I'll wait
Whenever you ache, I'll wait
Now we don't talk and our talk isn't cheap
But you stole the mirror while I'm clutching the sheets
If you asked me what I'd be doing at 9, I'd lie
I know that you said that you went to sleep
But I got a gust of wind under my feet
I need more, I need more

9 AM

I still believe in the power
Of changing 'me' and 'my' to 'we' and 'our'
And though I'd obviously rather walk a different trail
It wouldn't be so special if you couldn't summon faith and fail
I'm wide awake, I never wonder
It wouldn't change if I were younger
I know my time is nearly if not already run out
And I realize I might never learn what love is all about

But I still believe, I still believe
That there's power in that feeling and there's power in those deeds
There's power in the voice that whispers, "you will be okay"
If you hold that person near you, never throw their voice away

I'm one of a kind, they call it special
When a, a wonderful mind simply can't be helpful
I'm running parallel to everybody else's track
And I see them, but I can't just turn around and run right back
But even still, it's a beautiful sight
For a weary soul that's left without a single ounce of fight
And everybody still thinks there's a hidden source of light
But if they all gain its power, I guess everything's alright

'Cause I still believe, I still believe
That there's power in that feeling and there's power in those deeds
There's power in the voice that whispers, "you will be okay"
If you hold that person near you, never throw their voice away

And if they're near you, you don't let go
Your life is lucky, so live it slow

Power

Theme: Existential Crisis

The impossible, a mission to Mars
But cosmically, Mars is next door compared to stars
Let's take stock, what do we know?
We know nothing, just a universe of little Jon Snows
We reached out, it never reached back
As a species we can take a small comfort in that
In a system where we're living without knowing the facts
With no option to considering pausing, giving it back
Given circumstances, what do we do?
Nothing, but turns out there's also nothing to lose
See, for some, that gets them drumming to the beat of the blues
But we can move to any beat and color we choose
Sunlight's rays, beats by dre
Billions of years before we see an alien wave
If you let it get to ya, you're probably counting your days
Count away, just remember, always let it amaze

2022 MHH Cypher 34 (Prod. jeffJENkem)

Theme: In Five Years

Start my career, this is just the beginning
If you want a five year plan, all you need is a vision
Cash emission, trade emotional remission
In favor of the bangers where the high hats are hitting

Five years time, come and talk to me now
I'm still the same old guy, with my head in the ground
Head in the clouds, still beating all of you clowns
Call me King, put my head in the crown

60 months from now, you can bet I'll be killing it
Ask if I got the life, you can bet I'll be living it
Partying atop of the yacht that I bought
With my stacks upon stacks upon stacks of thought

Really, though, I'll probably still be stuck
Still lying face first in this ditch I dug
But you bet your ass five years from this date
I'll tell you all about it in the recordings I've made

MHH Cypher 16

Waveform - Produced by Mr. FijiWiji 
https://soundcloud.com/mrfijiwiji

The call of the marina, thrashing spinning blades
Rotate all the seasons by the crashing of the waves
Place the key under the doormat of the ocean
But he lost it, broke his nose trying to pry it open
The lion kept its distance, warnings with mighty roars
Pedal to the metal with no passengers on board
Separated from everything that he loved and didn't
Think of all the crimes that you've committed
Against barrage of waves, he swam and swam
Motivated by a constant mirage of land
He thought if he could swim just another mile further
He would be confronted by the shore and boards of crabbing surfers
But when he blinked, all he saw was blue
The same ink inside his eyes the morning he withdrew
And so he did it again, he held his breath,
Made his peace with the sea as he plunged into the depths

When by chance he floated underneath the hallows joined
He found himself beckoned by single shallow voice
That's when he broke surface tension sideways
Nose shattered once again by a highway
The mermaid aforementioned said it's just us three:
You, me, and the wonder of the city
He didn't need anything more than "go"
But she gave him less than that and she whispered it to him slow
He was enamored by the sound of her mouth
The puddle where his feet were made his heart pound out
A pink-painted city, working hand in hand
No mortal man up on land could ever think to understand
Water weaker than the bond that they shared
Stabilized a cracking country otherwise beyond repair
Earth, fire, water in that sphere of air
And alone in it, the city was theirs

Story time went on for just another 30 years
Until the blanket teacher gave him made it soak and disappear
The pier of this particular journey was sheared short
Because a boat of poachers loaded up his consort just for sport
Maybe he was supposed to defend the water alone
But when the population halved he couldn't call it his own
So he hopped aboard his pirate ship adorned in chrome
Roamed the stars until he called them his home

Now he's a king of nothing succeeded by imperceptible heirs
And no one gives a shit about the only shirt that he wears
Impossible ensnared inside his radium mind
Paul Revere inside the only force alive
If he could only circulate his message from the deep
He wouldn't scream warning messages that no one will repeat
Trying to enlighten packs of savage protozoa
Till the day he finally rises supernova

Waveform (prod Mr. FijiWiji)

Theme: Escape

At your breaking point, held by needle point
Inches from your face until you chase yourself to priest anoint
But you're lonely, so you focus on the cycle now
Creating dope in "Broken," hope to make future disciples proud

Melting into beats grants you seconds of reprieve
Hoping no one nowhere ever hears the silent screams
But that's okay, though, the motto of the artist young
Harvest up from all your sources till the battle's won

But I have to understand what makes me tick
Me and all the other folks, the saints up to the pricks
And the escape, necessitated by the pain
Rips apart emotion while you pick apart the brain

I have to wonder if it causes all more harm than good
But that's a question only fools have ever understood
If you could comprehend the scope of the relief it brings
Maybe you would also steal the fountain underneath the springs

2016 MHH Cypher 03

Textbooks circling a wrist-bound envelope
Decisions, if he opens it, could doctors hear the stethoscopes?
He takes xacto to the sealant of his life
Or so he thinks so, 'til he reads no, finds he's still alive

You'd think the news would have him breathing in relief
Except he falls back on the old, familiar mantra he repeats
"No, I'm not good enough, I know I can do better!"
The words of the exemplary, modern, model go-getter

So he willingly submits into the vice
And when it finishes its work, he rolls around and enters twice
Corporate offering, here, take my dearest mother
Oh, by the way, thank you sir, may I have another?

What's the point of sticking noses to the grindstone?
Is the mind growth worthy of the time thrown?
At least for his sake, we better all hope
Because it wouldn't be his second rodeo with that rope

2016 MHH Cypher 04

Theme: Love/Romance

I was told there was a line from heart to brain
That you should sever if you ever want to get up in the game
Well, shit, I ain't ever played or fuckin' had none
Either trashed it, or I packed it, blasted it into the sun

And maybe now, y'all wouldn't be laughing
If you could fathom how much passion I have for the practice I'm lacking
I don't know, though, maybe you could
But I'm the kinda type that fights to make it all look good

Get out your bell curve, put me on top
That was five years ago, I hit the bottom like a rock
Now, 20 years old, and I must've joined the navy
'Cause I'm sailing out to sea and going baby-maker crazy

Huh, so what about it do I do?
Stop being a little bitch, that's one, what's two?
I don't know, I haven't got there yet
But you'll be the first to know when I can find that breath

2016 MHH Cypher 06

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/erameld

The name is Vitemin, I know it's hard to swallow
But the pill that I provide to y'all is always large and never hollow
So tomorrow, when you've forgotten all about the tape,
I guarantee there's one thing that you won't forget, and that's the name
Maybe if I spelled it out for you, you'd blaze and bleed
But nah, you'd still bitch to me about the misplaced 'e'
Like, I know, you don't need to tell me, I spelled it wrong
But Vitamin84963 was too damn long
I flip lyrics, I split lyrics up in my mind
Now all I need to do is fit 'em, fix 'em, knit them in rhyme
Rewind the class, I was too busy contemplating
My lyrics that I forget the lesson that you created
Return to my room, where privacy is weary
End up spittin' too quietly, 'cause nobody wants to hear me
But that's a good way to make all your shit weak
So I'mma be as loud as needed till I'm a spittin' machine

Jack of absolutely nothin', master of less
But I vow to make it so your concentration isn't wasted upon my breath
So wait until I'm done, another 40 seconds max
I'll tell you a little about myself, I'll start with my name's Zach
I'm in my second year of school, first year of rapping
Though for most of it, it only caused people to burst out laughing
I suppose I did improve a bit, it's true
I got people to listen to my shit, including you!
So thank you for your patronage, thanks for your support
But if you came here to hate, well let me show you the door
I got a million and a half ways to make everyone think
About nothing in particular and also everything
If you're feeling my style, maybe try and stick around
I have some tracks, a couple more that I'm about to lay down
If you already forgot, don't just throw it in the bin
Remember the aim, remember the name, remember Vitemin

Challenger (Prod. Erameld)

Prod. https://soundcloud.com/kamalahdin
Theme: School Days

Every now and then I reminisce back to high school
But nowadays it seems so damn minuscule
Back then, though, it was my entire planet
But I couldn't see the forest, so I took it all for granted
It was kinda nice, but it was kinda shit
I could've rolled the dice. I mostly read the script
Looking for a sign that I was doing it right
And all of a sudden, I wasted four years of nights
I was supreme, captain of no team
A chameleon, slow caught in the slip stream
Unassuming, quietly brooding
Simultaneously finding all the comfort soothing
And I knew what to expect when I left
A touch more freedom and a ton more stress
But I found a whole new way to adapt
It came as a surprise, and that surprise was rap

2016 MHH Cypher 41 (Prod. kamal)

Mike Pruyn - soundcloud.com/norwegian_blue

Have you ever had the temperament, you meant what you said
But then you pen it in a letter you regret when it's sent?
It's penance for your pentagram, motor mouth, minute mile
Upload it to Instagram, pretend that you can decompile
Flowing free as your speech, so you drink it up
Nobody wants it or needs it but you just can't deduct
Any second now, tumble down, house of cards
Loneliness is brokered and you know you're not a star
1, 2, feeling fine. 3, 4, give me more
Then you mourn what wasn't yours until your heart is warped and sore
And you never know when, it all happens too fast
Like you're driving a Ferrari that's destined to crash
"Go by how you feel, there's no need to count"
Hit a magic number, though, and then I'm down and out
And I don't mean the vomit, although it takes a village
It's the declining of the mind, a different kind of spillage

Flop, stop, drop, roll
Of course you're having fun, but it's taking its toll
Go to sleep, think it over... maybe not
Place emotion in a box and then send it all to the chopping block
You don't know what you're drowning, so you tend to detach
Internal fire isn't drenched, light a match
Flame high, burn it to dust, turn to disgust
Carve out a symbol you can take from the rust

Record the scenes, import it on screens
Question the record, why does the end defy the means?
Return to your previous genes, as a demonic child
Write an archive for your friends, Johnny Mnemonic style
And while you might forget, know that they never will
And while they might also forgive, know that you severed still
It's the important antecedent to rips in the sheets
The kind of secrets that you wish you only spit on beats
What kind of secrets, though, you don't know what they are
At the bar, feeling charged, so you tear up your scars
And that's when you make it yet another excuse
For you to pour it out and chug more juice
Of course you don't want to believe it
So you express all your feelings inside of piles of diseased spit
And if you ever want to give it all up
Just make damn sure to empty your cup

Flop, stop, drop, roll
Of course you're having fun, but it's taking its toll
Go to sleep, think it over... maybe not
Place emotion in a box and then send it all to the chopping block
You don't know what you're drowning, so you tend to detach
Internal fire isn't drenched, light a match
Flame high, burn it to dust, turn to disgust
Carve out a symbol you can take from the rust

A Different Kind Of Spillage (Prod. Mike Pruyn)

admo - soundcloud.com/admoyo

Coming off a brand new, first fresh start
Coming off a summer, feeling lonesome, apart
Moving into another room, more compact
Celebrate the 2016 class Hall Cats
Well, first off, what can I say
About the following 240-odd days?
Left a couple out, picked up a few more
But we got the same core, that's the five from before
Switched from a routine of making the rounds
To a cycle of simply two rooms and a lounge
But that's okay, best that we consolidate
Otherwise, there's just too much unused real estate
'Cause, met a group of people, call 'em my friends
Met a larger group of people where the door meant the end
Got a different atmosphere for only a year
So let's try to have some fun while we're here, clear?

Sirens blaring as we prowling the streets
Bring everybody that we meet to their knees
Hall Cats, baby, and we singing our song
Hall Cats, baby, party all night long
Gold to our touch in the breeze
Taking special care of everything that you need
Hall Cats, baby, and we singing our song
Hall Cats, baby, party all night long

Speaking of the core, let's count the things that we did
Starting with the horror of the piss in the fridge (not me)
From court to our homeboy D
To eating everything you can find at the parties
Eating absolutely nothing after the fact
At the Hangover King after double-strength liquid crack
Well shit, that's a swing and a miss
Like the time that we ordered in free, no tip
That was an accident, but most of it's not
Such as walking in slowly, and not caring to knock
Filling up protection with water, tying a knot
Then placing it in beds in the shape of a you-know what
And I don't approve of everything that we do
I refuse to sign off on every foolish pursuit
But, until I find that item I won't ever let slide
I guess I'm just along for the ride, right?

Sirens blaring as we prowling the streets
Bring everybody that we meet to their knees
Hall Cats, baby, and we singing our song
Hall Cats, baby, party all night long
Gold to our touch in the breeze
Taking special care of everything that you need
Hall Cats, baby, and we singing our song
Hall Cats, baby, party all night long

We had some people, always kept to themselves
Never came of their shell 'cause of opinions they held
Well, I'm not the type to tell people what to do
But how can you enjoy yourself cooped up in a room?
Like, don't any of you get lonely in there?
I guess not, but I don't understand how you couldn't care
It doesn't matter, 'cause the business isn't mine
Push it out of my mind, straight to the back of the line
And here's a shout-out to the honorary Hall Cats
Consider them members with everything but a contract
I can count four off of my head
Sad we couldn't share adventures at the places they went
From the friends that we keep to the people who leave
From relationships we cherish to the ones that we grieve
I'm glad for the time that we had, however brief
So until the next time that we meet, peace

Sirens blaring as we prowling the streets
Bring everybody that we meet to their knees
Hall Cats, baby, and we singing our song
Hall Cats, baby, party all night long
Gold to our touch in the breeze
Taking special care of everything that you need
Hall Cats, baby, and we singing our song
Hall Cats, baby, party all night long

Hall Cats (Prod. admo)

Free download on Bandcamp - https://vitemin.bandcamp.com/album/spectre

YOBY - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCvLnJhd3jB_oWAgou5L9P3g

Lyrics:

Does the world ever seem to freeze
At the same everybody else just breathes?
Can't stop to ask what it means
It's not supposed to be only a pipe dream
At the same time, one of a kind
If it wasn't back then, well it's now a sign
Nothing behind but thoughts and rhymes
No more wine, no more spine
At the center, it's a hole in the plan
Can't manage what they all can
An attempt to help understand
Is viewed as equivalent to outstretched hands
The goal isn't meant for space
And they say that it's not a race
Twenty-two years, one long brace
But better pray if it's not today
They don't what I see when I walk down the street
I know that I can't grieve, but that never stopped me
Notice I don't change circling the drain
Cry at the displays, close but far away

What other people do...
What other people do...
It's not me, it's you...
It's not me...

Time to jettison, crash and burn
Because the early bird, he took all the worms
It's a state never wished or earned
Nobody ever anticipates the turn
See what they do, just like that
No, it's not true, rush right back
It's permanent, cause when your heart done crack
No tourniquet, but yet it's still a wrap
Talk to us, what do you need, how?
Do whatever you need to to feel proud
Don't need nothing but the scenic route
You got a Phoenix Down? You better clean it now
Away of course again, no need to pretend
Every day I spend
Every day I spend
On my own again

What other people do...
What other people do...
It's not me, it's you...
It's not me...

Twist it up, break it down
Nobody knows how to interpret everything that they found
And what they found, they didn't even know how tight it was wound
'Cause when it unraveled, it didn't even crack with a sound
It's just how it goes, it seems
It's simple if you think about the gears and machines
Looks like magic at the root of the scene
Because there isn't always underneath the message a theme
Nobody comes this far
Nobody comes this way
Nobody people know cracks that hard
Everybody knows that don't play
It's not the kinda thing people do
It's not the kinda thing people see
It's not the kinda thing people do
It's the kinda thing people read
Wayward, prying eyes, devils in disguise
Deafened, silent cries, settled suns will rise
Tell me your goodbyes, I'll be close behind
I'll be right nearby, look up to the sky

What other people do...
What other people do...
It's not me, it's you...
It's not me...

What Other People Do (Prod. YOBY)

Free download on Bandcamp - https://vitemin.bandcamp.com/album/spectre

RP Beats - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7CjFXsVWeHXlWfxdFxX4WQ

Lyrics:

You know right where all these technicalities lead
Everything isn't quite just how reality seems
If you don't want that awkward history to repeat
Then you better start choking on this mystery meat
[x2]

From everything you've read, it pairs up well with an ale
If they knew where you were looting it, they'd send you to jail
If they caught you with your fork in it, your coffin is nailed
But it takes a strong stomach not to chuck it in pails
And I know that when you're stuck with it, your luck is impaired
So you try to reconstruct it, know it's broken, unfair
I said that it was simple with a fistful of hair
I'm done bluffing, though, I'm running out of wishes and prayers
Handle with care, set it down on the plate
Cook it medium rare, maybe it'll be great
Yeah, I know that you're scared, I know you'd rather eat steak
Serve it up with some flair, wash it down with a cake
Alright, you didn't even need to cross this bridge
You could've chosen any other frozen food from the fridge
Man, they'll sell it to you quick, but they don't even get rich
They just enjoy watching suckers gulp it down in a ditch

You know right where all these technicalities lead
Everything isn't quite just how reality seems
If you don't want that awkward history to repeat
Then you better start choking on this mystery meat
[x2]

Ring ring, dinner bell, Bon Appétit
It's the same meat you tried to eat yourself last week
It's not wine, it's never getting better with age
So stop waiting, 'cause it's never tasting better enraged
Nah, it doesn't cook right, it looks like green
Spots have overtaken where the guillotine screamed
But if you want to stop, I hope that plate got cleaned
'Cause you'll never find your peace without that five star sheen
Wait, wait, wait, wait, what you say? You say you can't resume?
Because your stomach isn't valid for an acid typhoon?
Yeah, it might be slightly toxic if the topic arose
But it won't because your hope is set to low on the stove
OK, it's time, swallow it down
Leave it all behind and recognize you're homeward bound
Yo, I got another serving if you're not already numb
Now watch out for the airplane, yum!

You know right where all these technicalities lead
Everything isn't quite just how reality seems
If you don't want that awkward history to repeat
Then you better start choking on this mystery meat
[x2]

Mystery Meat (Prod. RP Beats)

Free download on Bandcamp - https://vitemin.bandcamp.com/album/spectre

S.T.M. - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQ2J53dqiDgOs3zjdKFw5oA/featured

Lyrics:

I wanna be a simple farmer overlooking many fields
Every blade of grass and cattle member strengthening my shield
Comfortable with mud slides in the company of swine
Independent with a lesson, everything will have its time
Maybe. Crops aren't always guaranteed to grow
For example, if they're suffocated currently by snow
Enemy insecticides are infiltrating June
But the weaponry is ineffective, section less than two
Surprises all around me in the fortress of the harvest
The pumpkins sit there useless if there's nobody to carve them
I can load them into every cannon if I please
Send your infantry, I'll match them and dispatch them all with ease
Get a scythe, I have all week to tidy up the acres
If I don't, the bank will send their repo men with papers
To a place that was supposed to be a sanctuary crater
I guess I'll hold up working on a farm, at least till later

If you wanna know right where I been at
If you wanna hold tight to the hope
Turn away from the dreams that I never had
Take a tumble down the palpable slope
'Cause lately, nothing's ever good enough
And there's no escape, even mental embassy
Now there's never any more to discuss
Say it with me now, no more fantasies

I wanna be an astronaut and shoot up to the stars
Hopefully before the food in tubes and Buick hover cars
'Cause if you bring the others, well then simply out of habit
I'd sever every one of them, pretend that there was traffic
Speeding like a bullet set to start an empty race
No, pathetic is not a setting on rockets, pump the brakes
If you could see the C-Beams that I saw in Pennsylvania
You would look up at my shooting star above and say, "invade him"
Sunday, Wednesday, Friday are identical in space
All the chemicals are ready to be steadily replaced
The spectacles are finished and the linguist falls apart
Truthfully she did already, no one left to chart
Major Tom is lying, there's no paparazzi crowd
And the blue is obfuscated by an isolating cloud
I begged for volunteers, but there were never any takers
I guess I'll hold up blasting off to space, at least till later

If you wanna know right where I been at
If you wanna hold tight to the hope
Turn away from the dreams that I never had
Take a tumble down the palpable slope
'Cause lately, nothing's ever good enough
And there's no escape, even mental embassy
Now there's never any more to discuss
Say it with me now, no more fantasies

I wanna be an angel looking out from up on high
To alleviate your fears and wipe your tears off when you cry
I vow to defend you, the only way that I can help
The kind of job you only take when you spend years all by yourself
If you feel that breeze upon your shoulder, know it's me
Reminding you to speak up and to listen, that's they key
It's something that I never got the hang of while alive
No, that level of genuine always caught me by surprise
Now it's my mission to make sure you that never stumble
Chalk up every vine for you to swing right through that jungle
If you see me swinging next to you, transparent as a bubble
Wish me well, say hi to my imaginary double
That's the thing, people don't exist like that
You insist to be a servant, they insist right back
All while never acknowledging that it ain't the greater labor
...

If you wanna know right where I been at
If you wanna hold tight to the hope
Turn away from the dreams that I never had
Take a tumble down the palpable slope
'Cause lately, nothing's ever good enough
And there's no escape, even mental embassy
Now there's never any more to discuss
Say it with me now, no more fantasies

No More Fantasies (Prod. S.T.M.)

Prod. Beatowski - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFRBaE_8GxUYesb0Od7I93g

Didn't you hear? Vitemin died
He literally sang about it on the Spectre B-side
But why? Ain't nobody ever listen to that
You miss the forest for the trees when you don't add and subtract
Sip a glass, knock it back and try to relax
Let me relapse, everyone's a pain in my ass
I'm a sad sack, I craft a different kind of crash grab
You know I would trade it for a different kind of brag rap
But I don't, 'cause it's more than I wrote
I literally used a microphone cord as a rope
And when I did, I wrote an album in the form of a ghost
But yo, that ghost is still surviving after slashing its hope
Eat a snow cone, snatch, snap a wish bone
Spray paint a camera that you attach to a quick drone
What has Zach done? He's no longer defiant
He also isn't crying, he belongs in an asylum
He's gone crazy, a synonym for lazy
He bites into potatoes, doesn't even add the gravy
Or the salt. He never seemed to learned how to waltz
He tried to run before he ever found a method to crawl
Did you hear that? Coming straight up outta the swamp?
It's a monster on a mission and you're under his stomps
And he's under all the needles the community drops
'Cause the Crock Jockey's here and he's coming in hot

Step outta the doorway, grab a jacket, and leave
Hop into the seat, crank the AC, then scream
Drive your own hearse, then curse the American Dream
Hurt a little if you only got the one on your team
Letter "I," grab your abaci, and number the miles
Need a bomb 'cause the odometer is not matching my style
No, I'm not a song bird, I never met a blond bird
I've been driving for years because I only got the wrong words
I'm a solider, that's what I said
Before I ever started rapping and unwrapping my head
Before the Crock Jockey showed up, I was better off dead
Before imaginary nuts, before the leaving on read
It's the colorblind men at work, digging up dirt
Put your arms behind your back and double-punch it like Kirk
You'll be sitting in that ditch until you slurp, slurp, slurp
Try to package up that madness till you burst, burst, burst
I'm graceful, hateful, popping outta your gatefold
Better sound, I'm underground but that's just how the great roll
It's unsurprising that a veteran nut
Will mutter medicine like butter till they sever it shut
There ain't a liar in this life that lights a fire in me
Because the demon on the mic will make then frightened to meet
And maybe I just need a Jekyll, but I'm sure you'll agree
That at least I'm decent value, 'cause the mixtape's free
Or at least the cost of entry isn't dollars and cents
It's something in between the folds of all the wallets and checks
It's the motion of ascension and the slowing of jets
It's the vetting of intentions and the showing of debts
On the broke-down rebound with no more shots
Only sober 'cause the smoke alarm's attracting the cops
But for now I'll take a double rum and coke on the rocks
'Cause the Crock Jockey's here and I'm coming in hot

Coming In Hot (Prod. Beatowski)

Prod. Kilgore - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCZ9d_HYqdIhahOUJPlftbrA

If you really wanna know just how I do this shit
Well you should probably know exactly who you're doing it with
I'm a critic of grids, a soldier and a kid
Caught in the crossfire fight between a sponge and a squid
I finally feel like I got nothing to prove
With both the family clan and the crew that I choose
But choosing is stupid 'cause it's a matter of views
See, all the value they attribute you is locked in a zoo
Then they ask you to screw, then they point and they laugh
Then they get back when they realize that you're smashing the glass
Like the damn Flash when they recognize you're not in their grasp
They run real fast when you finally go develop your raps
With a snap of my fingers, I separated the spheres
I'm already at the finish line, I'll wait for you here.
Where's the motion? Don't tell me that you're frozen in fear
I'll grab a rope and clear my throat if you're still bringing up the rear
It's a miracle that you're still running 'round
When your sound makes a clown look like Yeezy's second Bound
You're sweating and stepping in it, your head is on the ground
Because your set isn't heavy enough to carry the crown

If you really wanna know just how you do this shit
Well you should probably know exactly who you're doing it with
You're a critic of gifts, equivalent to a kid
Caught in the crossfire fight between a bum and a crib
You finally feel like you got nothing to prove
As both an opening act and a dude in the booth
But your booth ain't moving 'cause it's all garbage you spew
See, all the value they'd attribute you is locked on the moon
Try to spit and you're screwed, I just point and I laugh
Better get back when you realize that you're battling Zach
Like the damn Flash when you recognize my rattling tracks
Best run real fast and finally go develop your raps
With a snap of my fingers, I made the little man sweat
I sent that rapper back home packing and the audience wept
Rap a million miles a minute maid and what do you get?
It's the Crock Jockey, jerk-off, are you listening yet?

Are You Listening Yet? (Prod. Kilgore)

Fiori DS - https://soundcloud.com/fiori-ds
Theme: 2040

2020 was a long time ago
But not as much from then to 1996 though
And we grow, constantly picking new directions to go
We moving and improving both in life and in flow
And when I think back to my life at 23
I wonder if that person even was the same as me
I'm fiercer and I'm weirder and I land on my feet
I look better, I feel better, I murder a beat
At 43, I learned a couple things on how to rhyme
I learned to be a person and I learned how to climb
And get mine, every minute is a minute divine
I'm happy where I am and I would never rewind
So if you listening and wishing that you knew how to live
I'm sorry if my advice don't apply to you kids
I've given more of it than I could fit in a quiz
But you can't teach a life you never lived, that's how it is

2020 MHH Cypher 04 (Prod. Fiori DS)

I know that you said that you went to sleep / But I got a gust of wind under my feet

    - 9 AM

The Legend of Samwell's Girl coming 2022.

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