lyrics

2 times
give a lover 2 signs 
That we’re doomed
Ive already proven that the truth hides 
nothing deep about this  
Don’t confuse lines 
Cover the tracks 
check my shoe size 
Don’t ever choose sides 
Never need a truce to cruise by 
But a Drug is crucial for lewd dimes   
grew to recruit highs
en route to go resume the doom
strong as the moonshine 
The residue in my vessels might give a true sign that Ill soon die 
Assume life electrocutes a new light  
Then demise will come settle 
Rise for the commute by 
Embezzled abuse like  
My fucking potential
I pick up in the end full of the vivid destruct 
No rickety soliloquies
The Rhythms are crushed 
The will to fill up dreams
Without giving a fuck 
Live it up
Never give it up, hit em up with an official bump
Itty bitty buzz, cynical and sick of love 
Insignificant bitches finna Mimic the trust
meant to mend indifference to the men & women 
Guess it depends if I’m giving them my 2 cents 
To pivot or ascend to the limits  
Surrendered bits to the sickness
amidst the twisted convention
conditioned to my sick ambitions 
Tough visits i double fisted cement 
The rubble sifted 
Knock on wood for good luck till my fingers are splintered 

I don’t give a fuck about social status 
Don’t give a fuck if i crash 
I never had love, I still loathe the dramatics 
Romantics still roam in the grass 
With the snakes & the rats 
At this rate, I’d feel stacked against malice 
And sadness hits
balance my past & spit 
Challenged to have grip within my paralysis 
To my collapse, if my madness gets 
Slashed in a matter of minutes
And dragged to a shallow pit 
Tell alice, I wish her the best 
But I still can’t forget 
She’s a shallow bitch 
Foreshadowed the highs & the lows of her habits 
But I do not know if she happened 
To ever catch onto the fact
I was masking my pain with a flask & a fraction 
Of coke kept me active 
That night I was choking while chasing the dragon

I don’t give a fuck about social status 
Don’t give a fuck if i crash 
I never had love, I still loathe the dramatics 
Romantics still roam in the grass 
I won’t give up hope, but I know the static 
Keeps my anxiety brash 
I float with my woes on a boat
I still paddle way down this cold river at mass 

ive been elevated, ive been hella faded 
ive fitted the rages that have relegated devils in my mind 
ive been dedicated, still so deprecated, till i’m desiccated,
Ive been slated to be dead by 35
dreamt a shady vision, predicament
picked it, hit it, lit it with the fucking fire from inside 
inquisitive diction grips the explicit limits allegedly wicked, twisted 
Within the gripping sickness & prolific divides  
Livid disposition, i rivet
i ticket a critic with an acidic instant despise 
dip in demise 
i spit with a hint of divine, spirit 
Despicable guys kick it 
Akin to devised scrimmage 
So difficult strides diminish my physical 
Unfit for the visible dumb shit 
Pop a stimulant, tongues lick bitter powders 
Among which
give me the power to come with 
To Recount for a dumb bitch

while i figure the figment up in my mind might trigger
a sublime quite bigger than a bullet to the skull
You’re full of shit
i revolt cause I should’ve been dead 
Could’ve been 
Would’ve been
But I stood with unrest with the lead up to my chest
address steps I took to detect depths unhooked 
From the depression 
Still stalling, Now look 
Ive been falling 
They left when they saw my face 
Bury them all in a shallow grave

I feel like just drowning real deep down in doubts 
Till surrounded by sounds that have kept accounted 
I count them all up until I feel real grounded 
I ran out of luck 
I never found love 
Now I feel more fucked than ever 
So just, fuck forever 
I’ll stay stuck forever 
Enough 

Hook x1

SØCIAL STATUS

prod. by pandemxnium & zak ali

Lyrics:

no sugar in my coffee
shook, i’m hooked on caffeine 
kamikaze qualms
count black sheep to sleep 
for these strapped dreams
jesus hold the wheel 
i’ll hold a shotgun in the backseat 
if the trigger jams
that’s a sign ill never be happy
son of sam is so fickle
don’t think ill ever understand 
the standards they stamp on my temple 
listen, i’ve still got a chance 

should have had a back up plan 
this basket filled with eggs, now scrambled 
to the brim, unhinged 
i gambled, rap to stand a chance or cancel 
all the little bitter facts they chant 
dismantle scams & strands of romance 
if we hold hands, we could slow dance 
but only in my cool fantasies
thoughts & dreams just often seem 
like thoughts too deep in fiction 
thick as cream
but the picture elicits a figment of freedom much richer 
reality differs 
i’m casually bitter 
no cash is delivered 
it actually triggers 
new thoughts to consider 
like burning some bridges 
and drowning in rivers 
i’m down to fulfill my new prophecy 
key to success is more profit bitch, obviously 
i have been sick since an infant 
im probably meant to just sit in this 
been in this, mess 
i feel limited, yes 
it’s that infinite dread 
a repetitive wreck
never registered that i was pressured to pledge 
now my feet on the ledge 
kept a razor, don’t tempt me
redefining straight edge
at the signs, i’m misled  
bitch, i vent  
on the fence between wanting what’s real and pretend 

pick up the pen, then ascend 
sick of you all, i can’t vent 
bitter when sick, it could tickle revenge 




i live like shit 
when times consist of righteousness
i drift and stride to get 
a semblance of some brighter wits 
bright pills, i fill my mind 
with things to heighten bliss 
i’d kill the light
if the high required a sight that’s dim 


Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go now 
Yuh

CAFFEINE SCUM

ARIA91

lyrics 

ill hunger, I’m still hung up 
I still love her 
To think of the fun of my thrills 
To go kill something 
Still hunting
I feel this ordeal is just real pungent 
Pill popping, i conceal problems
It reveals nothing 
Real rushes appeal to my feelings
I still function
Far from ideal 
With these spiels pumping 
I Appear drunken
I pierce my fears with a fierce friction 

What do we have here 
It’s been a bad year 
collapse or contract all the brash fear 
Or be pussy as Pap smears 
Would it, should it make any change 
Shook up, I should’ve attained 
A better hook on everything 
Ive betted looks are everything 
But that ain’t looking better
think I better cook up better things 
Or try to focus on the cheddar 
Know that I can never let go 
Look at all the pressure 
That I betted would erode 
All of the pleasure unfolds 
While the weather turns cold 

thinking way past  
i may take a day stat 
to erase the hate latched 
while you paper chase, stacks 
will invade the space 
packed with a shade of shame 
Face the facts 
Till i fade to black 
Burn this paperback 



I know, I know 
This can’t go on forever 
I hold my soul
in the morbid weather 
I know that it’s cold
but hope it will get better 
Because hopes
The only thing that’s keeping me together 


Ready or not 
Bitch, I’m ready to pop 
I got the devil in me playing heavy metal 
Off top 
Several levels unlocked 
Still confess that I walk 
with rebels dressed like a jock 
All I need is one shot 
Like Lethal weapon 
I settle with threats like veteran cops
Ready, set, steady 
Motherfucker Let’s go 
Already sick of these petty, irreverent hoes
Still a degenerate
But I’m better than most 
Unsettling, I’m meddling with checks 
While i coast
on the prospect that profit 
unhinges my jaws quick  
I just need the glory and a goth bitch 
Just need my story on topic 
Just these immortal lines dropped with 
The beat, I’m a freak till I’m probably deceased 
The object of my deep affection recedes 
The prospects I speak of eject when I dream 
With the dread down the street 


Tick, tick 
Steady with the sick shit 
Misfit, better get my dick licked 
By a bitch, I already know from districts 
Nip slip, send that bitch my way 
Slick drift, speeding on the highway 
See these motherfuckers sideways 
annihilate 
And I’ll lay 
A verse or two like a tidal wave 
wide awake 
Every night in my hideaway 

I know, I know 
This can’t go on forever 
I hold my soul
in the morbid weather 
I know that it’s cold
but hope it will get better 
Because hopes
The only thing that’s keeping me together

*insert cliche inspirational quote about overcoming obstacles*

prod. by jesko the professional & 4ria

LYRICS

you’re so critical non-critic 
vindictive  
i’m not slipping 
stick to flows, bitch i deny quitting 
dim lights dingy
like a chimney, i blow smoke 
within me 
dibble and dabble similes 
i’m simply grim 
like ren and stimpy
you’re a simpleton 
similarly cynical 
ive since convinced
every little single sicko when i sit and vent 
about my trials and tribulations 
i’m quick to spend
a minute or two refuting dudes 
when i hit cement 
render this event
too thick to bend  
symbols so discontent 
i live in dystopia 
accompany opium  
soon they’re covered 
by phony associates 
i’m still hoping this 
opens the door to coping with 
slight changes 
constricting my time 
face this condition till lines fade with 
convictions ive tried taking 
to limits till i’m im making a living 
with high wages  


am i not making myself clear? 
i might need more help here 
but either way
i think that i’m fucked 
the pinnacle of manic episodes 
are really corrupt 
till dusk 
i must 
still hush
till i cannot stay up 

is there any point as to why i’m here?
so flushed 
i clutch a grudge and smudge 
my lust to combust 
filling in the void to defy fears 
a feeling i tug, can’t trust 
i’m stuck revealing my crutch 

eye for an eye 
i’m obliged to get by 
with every line that i rhyme 
it’s a ride till i die 
like the fire in my eyes 
i’m tired and tied up with your lies 
all the fears stay alive forever 

here we go again 
hold my hopes up then
keep these flows up 
like some clothes i fold up 
you’re a dick head, bowl cut 
stuck up
bitch. i told ya, shits a trip 
i drove up to inflict
a good amount of damage 
to every fuck talking shit 
ive been heavy, lost in abyss  
i will never opt to give in 
rigid as a syringe 
i’m riveting
lyrically bitch i’m littering 
syllables reconsidering miracles 
through my spirit, original
spit wicked, so criminal 
pivot this sick mix, literal 
indifferent to bitches 
i feel the pull of a misfit 
individually mastering flows 
as i pass and indulge in the madness 
mister imagination stacking magic 
practice patterns 
slap a bastard with my back hand 
look who’s back and smooth as flatland 
dudes have lagged and proved 
their games are outdated like sega saturn 


stick around a little, feel my purpose bloom 
control is cultivated by my urge to prove 
whenever i strike back 
with a verse or two 

within a stones throw 
you motherfuckers are doomed 


am i not making myself clear? 
i might need more help here 
but either way
i think that i’m fucked 
the pinnacle of manic episodes 
are really corrupt 
till dusk 
i must 
still hush
till i cannot stay up 

is there any point as to why i’m here? 
so flushed 
i clutch a grudge and smudge 
my lust to combust 
filling in the void to defy fears 
a feeling i tug, can’t trust 
i’m stuck revealing my crutch 

am i not making myself clear? 
i might need more help here 
but either way
i think that i’m fucked 
the pinnacle of manic episodes 
are really corrupt 
till dusk 
i must 
still hush
till i cannot stay up 

is there any point as to why i’m here?
so flushed 
i clutch a grudge and smudge 
my lust to combust 
filling in the void to defy fears 
a feeling i tug, can’t trust 
i’m stuck revealing my crutch

SØ HELP ME G0D

prod. by washyb
additional prod. by ryan mcgonigle

lyrics

All my decisions, they feel like incisions 
I sort out my pain 
Washed up on shore
But I’m sure I could still see myself go through waves 
Of melancholy and plots 
They’re symbolic of problems i faced
There’s not a moment to waste 
N-n-no time to barter my art with the market
I Target the snakes 
Keep my self harm at arms reach 
So Please pardon the scrapes 
A piece of the starch 
Till I feel really parched 
I could harbor good faith 
P-P Peace to the stars
Leave my mark on the canvas 
No paint
M-M-Mental scars And mementos
Old age can’t erase
Sta-Sta-stark in the face
Harp on the days 
Sharpen ability 
March to the pace of my own beat 
B-born in March, marvel at the grace
I believe In the mission
A smidgen a mix of wit in the lyrics 
Think about my family conflicting 
If they ever hear this, will they feel it?
I doubt it 
F-f-fear and feeling wicked
Cause I’m living without it 
Just kidding, I’m mounted 
P-pill popping sick position
I am surrounded 
By numbers of addictions 
I will never listen to another motherfucker 
Dumb & dumber, Jim Carey 
But i’m sick of fucking caring 
Everyone is staring 
Find regret in over sharing
Uh
Not sparing a narrow mind
On demos, i settled all my dilemmas 
But bear in mind 
I’ve barely refined my mind 
Love that i've yet to find 
Feel rubbish
Through precious time that fades 
Hope it’s not too late to obtain 
Will I fucking make it to some fame? 
Just wait
What the fuck is this on my shoulders? 
Weight 
Dreaming on a bean
My regime just wakes me up 
Hope it could take me up 

St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines 


St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines 
 

Hate to trust anyone 
Make me shudder 
I cannot shake the feeling 
I can’t escape these villains 
Of this outrageous pillage 
Pillow the pain with a pill 
Like cigarette stains encase skills 
Like silhouettes
Shading the truth 
I can’t fill (feel)
The fate of abuse 
It fulfills 
The state of my blues 
I can’t heal 
Occasional use for my thrill 
Caged in a loop, i stand still 
B-b-bet your bottom dollar, i will never stop 
Stack the debt until i am dead 
Bitch ive got a lot to prove 
Nothing to lose 
Back again, these raps are revenge 
And you cats are fucking doomed  
Distracted by my hunger 
And you cats are fucking food 
Down a rabbit hole of habits 
Through my fucking passion 
I’ve had to construe a new tactic 
To catch the truth 
I do fathom the factors glued 
To gloom, active
Actually flew through rations 
I’ve had consumed 
Through disasters
Past the state of blue like passion fruit 
Bruised habits 
Super natural like i do magic 
New battle
Whether they win or lose
Shit is tragic 
Keep a flow on through the winter 
Thicker than molasses 
Keep my hopes up
Blinded by the static  
Never mind
I’ll never be good enough or attractive 
I lack all the facets 
 

St-st-struck on the grind 
Settle, get buck 
Fucked by design 
Level this up
Till i could find 
Some better luck
I’ve been confined 
In a construct, built by grimacing times 
I’ve had enough 
I’m not doing fine 
Delicate drugs may embellish my mind 
Devilish fuck, i developed these lines

THE PERKS OF HUMAN ATROCITIES (prod. by washyb)

IMPENDING DOOM

WOE KILLED THE DOPAMINE (prod. by jokesmoke)

prod. by whonxt & zaki ali
add. prod. by 4ria
written & performed by 4ria

lyrics

It's a little too late for good faith and good vibes 
I’m a keep it straight for the sake of truth and my new pride 
You can't ever control this cold pain, you two faced bitch 
Shit is frigid, I'm too drained and to take hints 
I will not take the bait, my screw face flips 
I won't feel any shame 
Raise the stakes when I spit 
Still a student, my brain retains all that has stained 
Mentalities bound to be unchained off the rip 
Agony will gradually remain and inflict 
Fuck reality, it will still be the same if I gave in 
Never content because I feel like I'm still caged in 
Patience, pave the way 
I feel like I'm still facing 
Hatred never made me feel like I was breaking 
Chasing another high, that shit is for the taking 
Tasting another piece of pleasure till i cave in 
Lost in the phases 
What is the cost of this? 
To get across 
Everything in my mind 
All of my thoughts 
Racing and pacing 
I'm facing the fog 
Faded, I wait for the pain to dissolve 
What is the cost of this? 
To get across 
Everything in my mind 
All of my thoughts 
Racing and pacing 
I'm facing the fog 
Faded, I wait for the pain to dissolve 
The war in my head 
My thoughts armed with the heat 
When I carve through a beat 
That's just partial relief 
Like winning a battle is partial defeat 
The ink from the pens like the mark of a beast 
Scavenge like Easter 
I Practice with fevers and harp on the greed 
All these savages evil 
My tactics are deep 
I rap like Christmas Eve 
In the past, I've been weak 
But I'm back, finders keepers 
High key like a pianist 
Became a fiend, I'm a hedonist 
Became obscene, I don't seem to let 
Anything go 
Ahead of the curve 
But my heads filled with smoke 
I've still just got endless resentment 
The tension results in depression 
That's definitely a reflection of deficits 
R-r-reckless steps to repress defects 
Nevertheless, anxiety never rests 
A little too late for good faith and good vibes 
I’m a keep it straight for the sake of truth and my new pride 
You can't ever control this cold pain, you two faced bitch 
Frigid, I'm too drained and to take hints 
I will not take the bait 
My screw face flips 
I won't feel any shame 
Raise the stakes when I spit 
Still a student, my brain retains all that has stained 
Mentalities bound to be unchained 
Hands up, feeling bitter 
Banter full of answers 
All my issues feel like fucking cancer 
Can't just 
Pack up my shit and let it all go 
Stand up 
Fantasizing about stupid hoes 
I can't man up 
Damn, I 
Wish I could escape and never hold 
The fate of disarray 
Even Desiree can't impose 
I'd hate to assimilate to this world still filled with hate 
A fake world, a villain takes 
Lyrically, make no mistake 
A little too late for good faith and good vibes 
I’m a keep it straight for the sake of truth and my new pride 
You can't ever control this cold pain, you two faced bitch 
Frigid, I'm too drained and to take hints 
I will not take the bait 
My screw face flips 
I won't feel any shame 
Raise the stakes when I spit 
Still a student, my brain retains all that has stained 
Mentalities bound to be unchained 
Unchained 
Fucked in the brain 
Till I self destruct 
There ain't enough to reclaim 
Unchained 
Fucked in the brain 
Till I self destruct 
There ain't enough to reclaim (No!) 
Nothings the same 
Till I self destruct 
Bitch, nothings the same (No!) 
Nothings the same 
Till I self destruct 
Bitch, nothings the same 
A little too late for good faith and good vibes 
I’m a keep it straight for the sake of truth and my new pride 
You can't ever control this cold pain, you two faced bitch 
Frigid, I'm too drained and to take hints 
I will not take the bait 
My screw face flips 
I won't feel any shame 
Raise the stakes when I spit 
Still a student, my brain retains all that has stained 
Bitch, I am bound to be unchained

THE OBJECTIVE IS OBSOLETE (prod. by whonxt & zaki ali)

ONCE A WEEK, I DETERIORATE

SLICK TRICKS FOR A MISFIT

PLOT (prod. by pandemxnium)

prod. by broken english beats
written & performed by 4ria & bearded legend

lyrics

Coulda, shoulda, woulda 
Don’t ever look up 
Surely depicting these horrors
I shook up 
Been real lit 
I cook up, I feel it 
I pull up
Reveal this one nook 
From the looks will not put up with shit
I have just stood up to crooks 
All pretending to look tough 
Got a new call to arms like I do push ups 
Keep my cards close to my chest 
Like a bulletproof vest 
Bite the bullet to shreds 
I ponder 
My karma will put you in debt 
Carnage will cushion my dread 
Stars in the sky
That I hit with my scythe 
Till they’re dead 
I’m only 5’5, but the flows are high tide 
And you’re swept 
Wide eyed, I detect 
All the lies they collect 
Reflecting their dry intellect 
Spread it like bread and butter 
Then I will twist the knife in your flesh 

Is this what you wanted? 
Is this what you wanted? 
To live with dishonor 
The truth will all ruin your bliss 
Is this what you wanted? 
Is this what you wanted? 
To witness the monster 
Within my defects  
Within my attempts 
Bitch, I will binge and I’ll vent 
Until I’m grim and descend  
Into the dim light of death 
Till then I ain’t getting no rest 

It pays to stay committed
Nevermind, I’ma mind my business,
Head down while I work, show my worth
I’ma take my time while I make my living
Gonna lead them hordes, the masses
New York to Calabasas
Don’t care if a bitch gonna talk some shit
Motherfucker, I’ma keep on laughing, yeah
I feel what I earn on my journey is only a bit of the sum
Ain’t no pretending
I’m really ascending, a legend
The world will not render me numb
Be as a leader among all the creatures
I need to believe that we’re living as one
Who else been hastily jumping to hate on me
If they can wait to see my day has come, real shit
Getting hot like I’m evolving with a Fire Stone
Used to sit around and bathe in anger, getting high alone
Now I level up and get to set another milestone
Come without a warning
Can’t ignore the ways that I have grown

I’ve been 
In a position willing to die with 
My wish 
To give in to everything then die in 
Silence 
Sitting on a sentiment 
Too violent
Can’t decide if
What I’m doings ever worth it 
I’m defiant 
Right beside this  
Dirty pages of verses 
But I’m feeling really worthless 
Fuck this stupid game 
It’s starting to feel like a circus 
Cannot ever contain all the serpents 
Yuh 
I’ve been 
In a position willing to die with 
My wish 
To give in to everything then die in 
Silence 
Sitting on a sentiment 
Too violent
Can’t decide if
What I’m doings ever worth it 
I’m defiant 
Right beside this  
Dirty pages of verses 
But I’m feeling really worthless 
Fuck this stupid game 
It’s starting to feel like a circus 
Cannot ever contain all the serpents 
Yuh 

Is this what you wanted? 
Is this what you wanted? 
To live with dishonor 
The truth will all ruin your bliss 
Is this what you wanted? 
Is this what you wanted? 
To witness the monster 
Within my defects  
Within my attempts 
Bitch, I will binge and I’ll vent 
Until I’m grim and descend  
Into the dim light of death 
Till then I ain’t getting no rest 

Is this what you wanted 
Is this what you wanted 
Forgive but don’t ever forget 
Is this what you wanted 
Is this what you wanted 
Bitch, don’t even need your respect 
Is this what you wanted 
Is this what you wanted 
Forgive but don’t ever forget 
Is this what you wanted 
Is this what you wanted 
Bitch, I don’t have any regrets

DUAL FORMATION W/BEARDED LEGEND (prod. by broken english beats)

prod. by bardo 

lyrics

Bada bing, bada bam 
Jersey boy still lives in trance 
At a glance
The garden state may all be filled with rotten plants 
The plot demands a twist like the top of a canister 
On the other hand, my plans were never even manicured 
To begin with, I can’t manage hurt 
Or convince them with cans of worms 
With my conviction as thick as my flannel shirt
Damned dreams, I heard  
My view of life was built on a curve 
Some things ain’t meant to be, but my fantasies can observe 
Deficits and tendencies 
Identities emerge, inadequate
Ain’t that some shit?
Motherfucker, you got some nerve 
Talking to me like I’ve got so many things to lose 
Walking with me 
Thoughts up in a knot
Like the lace on my shoes 
With this crazy view 
Sit up late and ruminate on the truth 
Maybe one or maybe two assumptions 
That’ll make me fume 
Light this fuse with this mic 
On a night of few thoughts 
On pins and needles 
Life is lethal
Feels just like a flu shot 

See, I cannot decide 
Whether it’s cause I’m high or sanctified 
Whether it’s my mental growth  
Or the strength these pills provide 
I guess I’ll live to find 
The clear cut truth or ruthless lie 
Across the way, I will be crucified 
Ride slow, drive slow 
While my mind floats 
Between the comfort of euphoria 
And blind hopes 
Mind you, I’ve had my eyes glued to the clues 
Sink my teeth in grief 
Till I lose every single tooth 

A feeling that extends from my heavy heart to this pen 
Seven sins 
And seven reasons to sin again 
The truth is awfully tense
I would rather just go pretend 
That I had a lover and a couple new loyal friends 
Discover happiness through a glassy rose colored lens 
Since the beginning, I’ve anticipated the end 
Like the end of a razor blade 
Days will sever my flesh 
Roses with thorns 
At the core, that’s where my loneliness stems 
My tendencies are chemically sound 
And tend to be overly dependent 
On the chemicals found 
I could ingest them then infect my chest 
Until my heart pounds 
Till I’m progressively aggressive 
As I flesh out these sounds 
And fucking drown 
Anxiety may tire me out 
Like society 
One side of greed will pry and weep out 
I need a variety 
Of pills to keep my needs appeased now 
For satiety 
Thinking back on the past 
And why everybody lied to me 
Symmetry for these similes 
Don’t reflect in my face 
Everyone’s reckless 
Smoke and mirrors 
Leave you breathless and blank 
Through my heart of glass 
I poured an ounce of poison and then settled back 
Reflecting on the past while still trying to do the mental math 
On why everyone thinks I’m doomed 
Like I’m wearing a metal mask 
Gentle laughs follow the hollow silence 
And mental lapse 
At the center of my depression 
And precious path 
Press control, delete and enter 
When I start to crash 

See, I cannot decide 
Whether it’s cause I’m high or sanctified 
Whether it’s my mental growth  
Or the strength these pills provide 
I guess I’ll live to find 
The clear cut truth or ruthless lie 
Across the way, I will be crucified 
Ride slow, drive slow 
While my mind floats 
Between the comfort of euphoria 
And blind hopes 
Mind you, I’ve had my eyes glued to the clues 
Sink my teeth in grief 
Till I lose every single tooth

NEW JERSEY DRIVE

prod. by jesskodi & zaki ali

lyrics

My heart is flammable
This world is cold, I stand alone
With a Molotov cocktail in my hand that I am damned to throw
At anyone
Who ever comes between my dreams and heavy lungs
My precious hearts already won a steady stream of thoughts
The very thoughts that lead me lost
Into the darkness with a spark of hope
Hard to stomach, I start to choke
While I rummage these parts unknown
There's no running from the darker tones of markets
Regardless if hearts are gold
Leave you starved and froze

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

Back and forth
With a pattern to force your faces
To splatter to floors
I've taken drastic accord
In case my habits can't afford a new vacancy
I'm taking leave
Take it or leave it, you're better off hating me
Matter of fact, I hope you do
Stack up the fact, I told the truth
Stabbed my back
Now hold the clues to your ear
My fears still appear to revere reality
In the rear view mirror
I see you're still glad to be cheery
Hear these thoughts clearly
Like proven theories
So severely
Bitch, I am weary
Every dream and every crease
Between my feats and my beliefs
Proceed to steep my mind in sleep
To just escape, so I'll erase more hours out of the day
More power over my fate
I still scour for more encounters
To counter my lack of social life
Never lead a sober life
Confront the face of death like an overbite
I'll move over like a soldier
Want to be known like a socialite?
Shoulder to shoulder with melancholy
On this rocky path as it leads to my deathly folly
Fuck a brand or deal
Sleeping in their pajamas still
Spinning wheels like they slipped on a fucking banana peel
Spitting on a grander scale
Hitting all fucking cylinders
Lyrically witty as classic literature
A gift and curse

Scatter brained, static remains
As the havoc claims
All the lives, so deprived
I'm only half ashamed
Cause I live my life like a savage
I'd rather tame
All the darkness I can't manage
The past is blamed
On my habits, these patterns
Stab me, leave tragic stains
Untethered radical
And unethical animal
Illegible statements fake
Bitch, I'd rather go
Home where I'm alone
Compatible with the madness
That I could hone

You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
My genetics are so poetic
Yet so pathetic
You're so generic
No rebel
But that's your whole aesthetic
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it
You don't get it
Don't sweat it
They'll all regret it

SCATTER BRAINED F*CK

prod. by jesskodi & zaki ali
lyrics
To be is not the way to be 
I played to keep but came to see I played myself, it’s plain to see 
I played this beat to make these dreams appear complete
I hate the fear, the pain reveres my aim to please 
I can’t compete or draw the line from a to b 
Or draw the line between the things I want and things I need 
It’s hard to be discreet  when everything is bleak 
And every thought that lingers really makes me sink 
Into the muddy waters and I oughta stop this cycle 
Love is vain, unstable like my vitals 
Caught the bug that made me like you, but I am the type to get lost 
As i fight through the fog, in spite of what’s wrong like typos 
Type of psycho to tip the scales 
Balance hype with holy grails of moments that uphold these spells 
The culprit of my loneliness pulls me back like a ponytail 
I slowly scale the hope and pull closer 
None of you know me well enough to ever pry my composure 
Cold blooded, times up, I told ya whether I’ll fail and fall over 
Nail in the coffin until I’m sober 
Writing about the darkness 
Motherfucker, I live it too
Comparing me to rappers I don’t even fucking listen to 
Simple truth is I’m a simple dude
Every verse I birth reveals the shitty truth 
I’m cynical, feel nimble when I’m living off the tempos 
Evolving, soft and gentle 
Exhausting my fucking temper
Do without the self critical pity 
I reached the pinnacle of hell till I felt shitty 
spat frigid lines till all of my demons felt chilly 

i can’t help but to feel
a little suicidal, that’s my baseline 
distorted just like the bass line 
whatever it takes
they said it takes time 
but the truth is brutal
that’s the shit that i heard
through the grape vine (X2)

Shitty ass people bound to flip and turn evil 
I might slip into comatose like I’m sick and on the needle 
But I know that shit is lethal, so I’ll keep my fucking distance 
Wicked prescriptions 
Nicotine, I love when it kicks in 
All these addictions feel like a fucking crucifixion 
Who will even listen to these tunes 
I’ve been conflicted with the rules of my condition
Once I drew blood, I felt distant from my true love 
I won’t give in to the truth of my decisions 

Hook (X2)

Well, I’m thinking everybody got me fucked up 
Till the sticking point, loves been hitting my heart like nunchucks 
Take trails to find truth and trust guts 
Face pale, go to sleep whenever the suns up 
Sun Zu, you dumb fools 
These rough cuts of rigid rhythms are driven to make my blood rush 
If you’re sitting, just listen to what I construct 
Stuck up bitches are picky, so when I’m spitting 
I hope they could shut the fuck up 
I would hate to assume that most critics are truly rude 
This shit sounds like Hooty Hoo meets Judy Blume 
Takes a lot of fucking guts to never give a fuck or fume 
Whether you doubt or prove if I ever could win or lose 
Ever so dense and cruel 
I’ll never defend my views or my tendencies and my dues 
Centipede, I move with a gentle ease 
And refuse to attend to your little rules 
Evident, you’re a lie, I’ll lend a piece of my truth 
Wither away on any given day 
Twitching with the wicked withdrawals the K-Pins gave 
Sticking to the script, dissolved
I can’t be saved, ever since pre-k
Mama told me be safe
Oughta tune you motherfuckers out like T-Pain 
Legit to a tee like the way that I numb pain 
Either that or bleed until my thoughts are fucking blood stained 
Life is so far from the mundane bum days 
I just need a pick me up, fuck your pity
i’m pretty much petty enough to divvy up schemes 
To defeat these evil fucks, leave me alone, I’m in control 
Gleaming, bitch i ball till i fall 
No off season, i off these demons till they dissolve 
Off the wall, I’m stuck 
Sever them all, the rush of letting em know I'm spitting flows 
Till they shut the fuck up 
Off the wall, I’m stuck 
Sever them all, the rush of letting em know I'm spitting flows 
Till they shut the fuck up 

Hook(X2)

THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE

prod. by butterwrld
additional prod. by zaki ali

lyrics 

I don’t wanna talk about it 
I just wanna be about 
Then we could all see about it 
I don’t feel the need to count on 
Any motherfucker 
Looking petty motherfucker 
I’ve already suffered 
Severing syllables
Till I’m fucked up (Fuck)


Still pressed
cause of the fact everyone’s stuck up
Feel depressed
so I have to hit up enough plugs 
To drum up the probability 
There’s enough drugs
To numb my fucking brain 
And maintain I stay drugged up
Delicate, so I generate hellish ways 
To accelerate just to help my pain 
Celebrate, psychedelic developments
That envelop my zealous 
Compelling nature to rebel
against you fellas 
irrelevant and so fucking jealous 


I don’t want let it get the best of me
I definitely (stress)
Got a cemetery in my mind 
because you’re dead to me (dead) 
Work a lot 
I stir the pot 
Cause bitch, I got some recipes (chef)
The nerve you got 
Is sure to pop my vein 
Need more than therapy (yeah)

I don’t want let it get the best of me
I definitely (dread)
Got a cemetery in my mind 
because you’re dead to me (dead)
Every day and every night 
My feelings bright as ecstasy (ex)
Eventually I’m lead to see 
My destiny (yeah)


Pardon, I’m stuck in between 
Fantasies you contaminated 
Starting to feel
Like the fucks that I give
have been amputated (fuck)
Tough to live 
But, it’s harder to forgive 
I don’t plan on caving  (no)
My hearts a canvas  
Cut myself
To use my blood to paint this 
Touch of incision 
enough given to brush my pain with 
Another figment of infatuation 
To escape with 
Face it, it’s basic 
I’m basically desperate 
Enough to self destruct 
Just to have someone to lay with 
Because I crave it (I crave it)

Killing, I’ve been feeling like I’ve fallen 
In the middle of a battle with my shadow 
Shield the fact that I’ve been living 
Like an asshole when I grapple 
With these graphic thoughts
My spirit fucking rattles off these lyrics  
That attack on my appearance 
Back with my fears 
I make these habits be my nearest 
Form of happiness
I steer it till I’m manic 
And a tragic fate 
Adheres to my enchanted state 
Reality, I animate with pills 
Till I contaminate the mirror 

Mirror, mirror on the wall 
Burn all of my fucking flaws 
Into urns and let me fall 
With these words 
Until I crawl to observe
the base of my frustrations 
From the start 
All I could recall
is that you broke my fucking heart 

I don’t want let it get the best of me
I definitely 
Got a cemetery in my mind 
because you’re dead to me
Work a lot 
I stir the pot 
Cause bitch, I got some recipes 
The nerve you got 
Is sure to pop my vein 
Need more than therapy 

I don’t want let it get the best of me
I definitely 
Got a cemetery in my mind 
because you’re dead to me
Every day and every night 
My feelings bright as ecstasy 
Eventually I’m lead to see 
My destiny 
Let it be

LIVE LAUGH LOBOTOMY

prod. by gmp & zaki ali

LYRICS
When darkness starts to give way to a sunrise and I’m wide awake 
I try make some sense of the feeling, peeling desire away 
I’m tired of days with too little sunshine and too much shade, I may 
Aspire for a messiah 
Higher up on the hill, I lay 
Border on the edge of artist and jester 
Still carrying carnage
Careful, I’m burying stars I shot, just a scary glimpse 
With a fit that is all white, but Aria’s not Aryan 
All these thoughts I’m airing out 
Can’t catch my breath
I’m staring out the window of this half way house 
I’m half way down my downward spiral 
Like my idols 
This path may excite all of my rivals 
Till they’re victims of my visions that i stifled with these rhythms 
Cycles of my sick condition recycles this shit depression 
i’m psycho, no second guessing with this slight discretion 
I’ve invested years and months to dream this up with a new bright expression 
This scene is fucked 
This mic is strengthened by inflections kept in the confines of my mind 
I can’t find a semblance of a sense of any meaning 
Skeptical, but since I’m leaning towards hope
I’ve been misreading horoscopes i’ve been receiving 
Just to cope and keep on dreaming 
Too deep, I’m sick of being horrid
Fuck a moral code and any of my inner feelings 
I’ve considered leaving just to ghost you
Seeming bored, still sick
Revealing stored up bitterness and lack of healing 
Any willing participant will dismiss this veiling that I’m hailing as expired 
Sing me to sleep like a canary, I’m far from tired 

I build and i climb 
Up these hills at night 
Try to touch the sky, but I fall back and I decline 
I built me a shrine 
Of daydreams and some lies 
That may seem out of reach 
But it’s the way that i get by (X2)

Shallow, despite what you plea 
That’s just life at its steepest 
Air my lungs out at the thought of who you’d rather go sleep with 
This heart of glass you kept captive shattered this Pisces to pieces 
Gather my thoughts like I’m sweeping shards off the facts  
I’ve been keeping my eyes set on direction 
Though my perception is weakened 
All that’s set and what’s finished left me these remnants of secrets 
Ruminate on what grief even gets me 
Tweaking, I eat less 
So I just feed off delusion until my face becomes beet red 
Bite the bullet
Beauty’s illusion mimics figments of wishful times
My heart and mind stay misaligned 
But these divine, conflicted times restrict my eyes from distant lies 
That been described as hives 
Inflict my pride with strides 
I can’t deny this vigorous regimen 
Lead me to vent and binge on potent pills from the medicine cabinet 
Ever since, It’s been habit to have a pinch 
I’ve been itching
Risk existing
Rather hinge my jaws on these tablets till withdrawals
Off the wall, I’m bat shit 
Find resolve in a casket 
I’m a monster
I’m a freak
I’m unwanted 
Watch me bleed all of these dreams till I conjure enough courage to feel redeemed
And all these stains may close in on my face 
When she told me, “All the ways I coped won’t ever kill the pain 
In the end, I’ll feel the same 
And forced to stay and forced to blame myself for all this shame remains” 
It feels like tryna dry my eyes out in the pouring rain
This fucking story frame is void of range 
And I don’t think there’s much of anything else more to say
This fucking story frame is void of range 
And I don’t think there’s much of anything else more to say
This fucking story frame is void of range 
And I don’t think there’s much of anything else more to say

I build and i climb 
Up these hills at night 
Try to touch the sky, but I fall back and I decline 
I built me a shrine 
Of daydreams and some lies 
That may seem out of reach 
But it’s the way that i get by (X2)

at the point of no return.

prod. by justdan
additional prod. by zaki ali

lyrics
Play the field, the grass is greener on the other side
Take these pills until I feel another high 
Till I feel like another guy 
Until I feel a nice subtle rise in heat like it’s summertime 
Working double time
There’s never enough of time 
Not enough buffer to protect my stubborn pride 
Summarize this misery with supple lines 
Made from the cloth of my troubled thoughts, but it’s cut and dried 
Still greasy like it’s southern fried 
I settled on a style that some despise like undercover guys 
Money’s the truth, but that’s also where the trouble lies 
Tunneling trials and struggles high as the sunrise on summer skies 
Something lies beneath the styles they speak 
It’s been a while, I’ve been too weak to peak my head into the room to see what everyone’s been up to 
Look in the mirror, it’s hard to trust you 
Look at this clearer when I’m less puzzled 
When I measure out your love, it feels like I got hustled 

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you ever sit and think how much of this is real 
Spill a good deal of confessions 
Rest assured, I don’t regret them 
A curse and a blessing 
Don’t you ever tell me how to fucking feel (X2)

If loves the water in the sea, your smile is the rain 
Then I will scream out your name before I drown in the waves 
I’ve been down and out for days, while I’ve been counting on the ways, I could fall back on fantasies and find a new escape 
Or buy a new estate 
Provide a future fate with pride and strength 
In a house of fire, there’s no time to ruminate  
Another summer, I spent concerned my comfort would spiral into a term of contempt 
Under these terms, I resent my birth, this earth and the stench of herbals 
They drenched in oils or boiled in kettles to quench 
Settle the score with a rage I hide in my spirit that may arise in these lyrics 
I raise the lines to appear that I may survive
Had a close shave with the naked eyes 
Ashamed my hope was razor thin, so I just wasted time 
Assume that I’ll get revenge at a later time 
Light shimmers on cynics in a state of mind that stays confined 
Illuminating Satan’s eyes 
Maybe I’m lazy 
Maybe crazy, but life made me this way 
My brain is hazy in a matrix and a range of dismay 
I may long for the day I find love, but the longer it takes 
I stray away till I’m beyond being saved 
So, with this spark that lights this life 
Sometimes I feels it glows so bright that it excites and put me into fight or flight mode
Hold this mic like knives to protect me against the tight rope 
Bury all my bones and watch the dirt birth a new bright rose

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you ever sit and think how much of this is real 
Spill a good deal of confessions 
Rest assured, I don’t regret them 
A curse and a blessing 
Don’t you ever tell me how to fucking feel (X2)

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal

BE CAREFUL WHO YOU ADORE, LØVERBOY

prod. by sapjer
written/performed by 4ria 

lyrics
Wishes that I dream, plenty fishes in the sea
But I’ve been too busy stranded on the land of make believe 
I’ve been living with disease and these silly little things 
That turn me into a bitter and little fucking fiend 
Little do they know, nothing is ever what it seems 
The trouble that withholds my vision, ripping through the scene 
No lover I could hold
Let alone get with in between my struggles and my soul
And this fickle, crippling scheme 
I’d simply hope for the best every moment i recede 
Soak myself in your hex and approach these woes with a clean game plan 
Like it’s routine while I stand on my hopes and float off a bean 
Wrote this shit like I sculpted marble into a marvel superhero ensemble 
It sparkles and gleams 
Bars are sharp and cleaner than bar soap 
To harp on the themes of this darkness 
Hit the mark like a dart for this art to be seen 
I could harness my catharsis at a startling speed 
Every past job I had lost 
Had an impact
In fact, to bear away the bell ‘till I was shell shocked 
Until I just felt like I was Pavlov’s dog 
Dragged through withdrawals and became a fucking whack job 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise my life’s got zigs and zags 
There may be beauty in the madness, but never peace in perceiving that 
I feel inept, but nonetheless I must suppress 
Despite the fact that I’ve been feeling trapped 
L-L-Layers I’m peeling back 
Displays a revealing path
I’ve been speeding past with a sleeping bag 

P-P=Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ‘till I fill up 
The void, I’ve been inclined to this enigma ‘till the jigs up 

I’m too hopeful till I’m hopeless 
I indulge to cope within the world 
In a sense, I’m a poet 
With the proponents of spoken word
Slowly divulge this repulsive formula 
Hold it up my cornea 
Wrote a colloquial storm to pour this grudge 
Pure bliss that strikes more chords than orchestras 
I’m warning ya that I’m still warming up 
At my boiling point and I still don’t feel warm enough 
Here’s some food for thought that I oughta scarf once my orders up 
In order to see a glass half full with a quarter cup
Forming hoards of songs with these tortured thoughts that were born from loss  
And the more I sought a pure resolve 
I turned to slaw and splurged on wants and needs into a cauldron of my burning flaws 
Stall till the curtains draw 
Fallen
It don’t make a difference if you give in, I’ve been calling 
Out your name to drown the pain, a victim of the solemn 
Mounted shame amounts to change to bring in till I’m ballin’
Bound to fame, about the game 
I’m killing till I’m crawlin’ 
Count the ways I’ll pounce and fade 
These feelings till I’m all in 
Boundless faith may balance days 
I’ll dribble to my coffin 
Scribbling these rhythms ‘till my vision is appalling  
Sprawling, prone to no belonging 

It’s too late for me, take from me 
All I’ve ever had was a taste of brief love until the evening wrath 
And shit, I even crashed 
Off a bean
It’s no surprise if I die any second by design 

P-P-Pick up
Trying to find a sign, there’s only hiccups 
In between the lines and the grime, so I dig up 
Pieces of the puzzle ’till I fill up the void
I’ve been inclined to this enigma ’till the motherfuckin’ jigs up (X2)

L-L-Live up
To the fucking standards that they give ya
Spit up 
Another fucking tantrum ‘till I give up 
B-B-Big ups 
To the fucking manic man 
Only feel the panic when I’m standing face to face with the camera man

MANIC MAN

prod. by tengulovemoney
additional prod. by zaki ali 
written & performed by 4ria & gullyspit

lyrics
Transcend my sense of self worth, I can’t stop and pretend
I don’t hear the violent shudders uncovering thrills they condemn 
Lost in my mind, I’m coming with rhythms that I still figures a blend
Of every line I summon and the times I’ve been distant from friends
N-N-Nevertheless, my mind’s been fried from this commitment to spend 
All of my time, confined by limits spread like wicked incense 
V-V-Visions entrenched in vivid suspense 
In the event that I finish what’s next on the agenda, my mental laments  
While coming with sickness, so lyrically dense 
I’m seriously bent, spiritually wrecked  
It appears that I let many fears make my mental attempt to retreat to a dream
That indeed may appease all my needs with a piece of relief 
R-R-Reaping the sudden new peaks of belief on the beat
Peep the parables that I may share in full 
Up from my pedestal, but I’ve been stuck underneath this and feeling too terrible
To sail up this river of tears to the sea   
Unavailable to any b*tch tryna be someone shareable 
Sh*t ain’t for sale, I’ve been beat and made frail 'till I feel like I’ve failed all my dreams 
Leave a trail of my words to assail you
I lead holy grails of these pills, now I’m pale and a freak 
Lived a tale of deceit
I can’t stand, leave me be 
My feelings have really grown stale from the heat 
That b*tch took everything I gave for granted 
I could run the gamut, but I’m f**king damaged 
Try to understand it, but the trust was rancid 
Love was underhanded 
You could crush my heart like I crush the granite when I’m f**king manic  
Plan to leave this planet then implode 
If you’ve seen my face then you’ve seen my panic 
F**k being candid with these hoes 

Insecticides and pesticides 
An OxyContin genocide, on autopilot
Silent, slow and steady suicide, so violent 
Death to my defective pride 
Death to my unkept desires 
Death to my perceptive mind from any kind of reckless lie 
Death to these collected rhymes 
Death to dreams I emphasized
Nothing left to be incentivized when death’s upon my eyes 
Death to being westernized 
Death to any enterprise 
Death to my perceptive mind from each and all your wretched lies 

Death to lines I kept confined 
Death to time I’m stuck inside 
The stomach fills with parasites and then the body dies 
I guess I’m right to fear the barrel when it’s pressed between my eyes 
I feel the finger send vibrations from that hairpin, let it fly 
I crush the sample left me decomposed
erode and then I’m back to life 
I guess I got a habit predisposed to waste my f***ing time
I really thought I’d make it 
Really thought I’d turn out fine
Guess smoking on insecticides does wonders for the mind
Now I got 12 all in my face like a clock
I’m getting wound up by the second
Hope the words I’m saying stick
I hope my message leaves your threatened 
Sending mentions, best be careful
Past the threshold like a tenant
Leave you bloated looking pregnant, pure resentment manifested 
I connected every nerve up on my body like a circuit 
Now my appetite is endless
Now I fester for a purpose 
Let me worship my distraction 
Watch my stomach get distended 
Got you all along my fingers, a spectator for the wreckage

D-D-Death to Mother Nature, regrets rest on these records 
Death to my confessions 
Every session, I’ve contested
The test of time, you’ll never find a lie within this message 
My identity’s been intertwined with rhymes and pure resentment  
And by design, I’ll lie awake each night with these reflections of deception
You deflected, now the pain is endless 
Kick back, tit for tat, b*tches love to brag  
Eye for an eye ‘till the whole world is f**king blind 
I arrive at the conclusion that everybody still lies 
Rhymes provide solutions for my ill advised lifetime 
Death and all the rest
I’ll bid you farewell and goodbye (x4)

DEATH AND ALL THE REST W/ GULLYSPIT

prod. by zepelin & zyller 
additional prod. by zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics
I'm sick of feeling giddy for you b*tches, too dense
Drop a rhythm, critics drop their two cents
I've been spilling lyrics on the instrumentals, too tense
I'm been feeling fearless
Really too drenched up in the spirit of the trench
Hence my dreaded, unwavering new sense of passion
Pedaling the ink from this pen with the stench of havoc
Settling with these rations
The devils in sync with madness, already feel like a madman
Heavy feelings erratic, my heads up, kneeling while laughing
Festering feelings, the havoc's remnants reveal my habits clashing with patterns on the beat
Held this sh*t captive on a leash, so I had to get this sh*t leased
B*tch, I'm a beast
Diminishing returns on my commitment, I've been curved
By the skin of my teeth, still preserved it all like a dentist
Replenish my inner winner
A cynic, I've been intending to get the point like I'm ending a sentence

I felt pride in my destruction
My pain is my strongest weapon
Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions
Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle
Shudder from the sweating
Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction
That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance
Intents so pure while the scent of words burn
Through the pleasure, I still yearn

F-f-flipping through the pages, itching for another protocol
Chasing one peace like a pair of overalls, overhauled
All the information until I become a know it all
Every verse you've heard from me is unique ‘cause I wrote em all
Overall, I'm really just neat, sh*t is cold and raw
Throwing salt onto your wounds and no it won't dissolve
Like my hatred won't resolve cause I f**kin' hate you, b*tch
This cycle goes in circles like a bowling ball

F-F-Figuratively speaking, I've been feeling really distant
From the figures who been fickle, I just bicker every weekend
I'd try killing for a deeper purpose
Feel like I'm been keeping too much weight upon my shoulders
Everyday, I feel like bleeding out my rage and through my soul
Display how I've been dealing with the pain, so I told 'em, "I'll maintain this way of dreaming"
C-Colder, now I'm older with this faithful way of thinking
I've been sinking in the deep end
Day to day,  I am still bringing what it takes to level up and keep the pace up, f*ck a paystub
Traits to raise the stakes that leave a trace upon each take
I record with every war inside my head, I could embrace
Work towards a better state, a mental state that's based
W-W-Wake up everyday with tension
I could ventilate with every record 'till I'm rest assured a taste of pure contentment
A semblance of a Heaven that's on earth that could let me in
Run these tracks, my recipes equal parts petty and deadly sin
B-B-Been to hell and back, avoid states I've already been
Sh*t reflects the fact these raps still have a steady grip
On filling all the gaps, record this shit till my sweaty skin
Demonstrates my wrath, I'm still scheming for a steady win
Disillusioned by bruises, chew the cud or my cuticles
I soothe infliction with diction and pharmaceuticals
Communicate my views to you, now I'm like Dr. Doolittle
T-T-Taking up center stage like a musical

I felt pride in my destruction
My pain is my strongest weapon
Combine my strengthening drive with rhymes that double as confessions
Life aligns with all the rubble that's cluttered with every session I find myself in to hustle
Shudder from the sweating
Accustomed to combustion, now I function with direction
That I'm flexing every record 'till they crumble from inflections I present them with a vengeance
Intents so pure while the scent of words burn
Through the pleasure, I still yearn (x2)

retribution.mp4 (or: the art of getting even in an odd world)

prod. by or.1ove & zaki ali

lyrics

Sick to my stomach 
Weather I spit or I piss or I vomit 
I can’t resist from a tonic of this purest bliss every time it assists with these problems 
Honest, unfit for their comments 
Conjure some shit that I’ve pondered 
Pompous Ass bitch, I can’t bother to try to consistently swallow my pride for your honor  
I was dismissed in your squalor
I’ve been a sinner since singular digits 
Everything I said that I would do, I did it 
Never let a motherfucker through, I pivot
Prolific on beats, flows heat, so here’s a skillet 
I don’t wanna hear another peep from you bitches 
Go deep with these wicked intentions, I keep attention to detail 
Running this clockwork until my feet fail
Peak ‘till my face more pale than ski trails 
Sick of them all overlooking me 
Spit a raw flow, but I’m still overcooking beats 
Bitch, I cut flows like it’s butcher meat 
Raw dogging rhythms like bitches who fall for the hook and skeet 
Spit it, I live it 
Now, can you hoes dig it? I’m Booker T 
Sleek as a scissor kick, dreams at my fingertips 
Bright as the sun, you hoes get too close then I will call your ass Icarus

I don’t feel like myself
I can’t deal with myself 
As a matter of fact 
Let’s be real, I just feel like pure hell 
Peel off the layers I’ve held 
Suppress feelings and dwell then I’ll bid you farewell (x2)

Been a minute, I’ve been slipping
Time has delayed  
Thoughts spin a hundred miles a minute, I’ve been away 
With this grim unfiltered thinking 
All the time that I wasted 
Life isn’t kind, but this ain’t time for complaining 
Living for a remedy, inclined to be faded 
All you motherfuckers are inclined to say fake sh*t 
Face it, favoring my favorite ways to fade away 
I stray away 
Pretending that you’re happy, that’s your favorite game 
I may refrain the basic courtesy to fucking play your game and paying with uncertainty 
I paved this to reserve my grief 
I made this confer my dreams I gave in the form of flames and my urgency 
Heard you speak and now I’m currently quite sure I don’t prefer to greet you with any more time  
Let alone, eternity 
Left alone, refer to peaks of the past, I’m quite earnestly on a path to burn these dreams 
And let my fucking worries bleed  

I don’t feel like myself
I can’t deal with myself 
As a matter of fact 
Let’s be real, I just feel like pure hell 
Peel off the layers I’ve held 
Suppress feelings and dwell then I’ll bid you farewell (x2)

ØPUS FOR SEŁF DESTRŪCTION

prod. by tengulovemoney & iwannanewshoes

lyrics
My words immortalized from a mortals eyes 
Do more than describe the sky 
I paint demise ’till my minds black as night 
A fatal cycle, reside by the tide filled with fog 
Like I smoked a pack of lights 
Find no resolve 
I just indulge like a pack of wolves hunting down a snack 
A skull of wrath, but the fact is my life feels flat and dull 
Pack it up, I never backed things up 
I lack too much to cap this off with braggadocios lines
And so I catapult off Adderall 
I’d rather hope than drag and cope  
So, let us have a toast to the tragedies of the past before we start a new mass revolt 
I’ve mastered prose
This shit I wrote is rather dope 
That’s hammered home with rapid blows 
Spit smooth as a fucking satin coat 
I’ve been on the grind, I don’t have a second to spare 
On the regular, checking rhymes 
Developing all these lines 
Wrestling with my mind 
All the rest of you get behind me
Shits effortless, but I try to connect these joints like my spine 

I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 
I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 

The truth is, but a tool to make a truce with what I knew 
And truthfully the view is putrid, but proves to be a new muse
For rapping all this stupid shit
it’s lucid cause I drew it with a looseness 
I’ve been aloof since I was two 
Bitch, I’m too sick 
And if you only knew the lonely tempo of my tune 
Then you would too feel a semblance of my tension start to bloom
Like the sun at the start of June 
And some lines that I rhyme are doomed to confine thoughts my mind resumes 
To refine as the grind consumes 
My time ‘till I find sublime and bandaids for all my wounds
I’d give some kind of boost to speed up the rate that I could improve  
Find space to embrace the moon 
Taste the sweet resolve like fruit ‘till it spreads like scents of perfume 
And some new pleasure is induced 
My timid limits that prevent me from seeing shit through to fruition 
Fish for support in a war with malice and vengeance 
Ascending to higher plane fields 
A gentle mind, but I may feel
Desire to send you a brand new message like a maze field 
Use these words like a face shield, still my worth needs appraisal 
With all the self love I give, my mind can’t remain still  
Entertaining your shit  
Interchanging, then I drift into days of dread I exist 
I complain too much, I admit 

I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 
I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it 
I’ve been in my prime time 
Night time, write lines 
To reflect my lifetime 
Bright rhymes, fuck it

A LIFETIME OF LESIØNS

MY MIND IS A MACHINE GUN/MY HEART IS A TIME BOMB

prod. by shape, zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics
Best case scenario, I make this beat a burial of all of my worries 
Words I could repeat through the stereo 
To seize and ease the heavy blows that grief conceived and left me cold 
Too deep to beat, I’ll never hold the key to free my mental woes beneath 
Working up a thirst to purge my past or I could eat
All the words I vowed to vouch 
When down and out, I’ll feast  
Begin counting down up until I can’t even speak 
Cyclical vices invite my psyche to release
My premonitions like a psychic  
I’m the type to merely seek my vengeance while treading lightly on every beat 
If you don’t like me, fucking leave 
And if you hype me, I agree I’m more than likely to appease 
And more exciting when I bleed and sweat 
My flesh invites the stream ‘till death 
I’m shedding all my needs, no less 
Levitating, be my guest 
Hear the beats that I eat digest
in my stomach ‘till I’ve sunken to a new low
These grudges have made me too cold 
All my good and bad traits 
Bitch, I use both and often climb
Dark, deprived and I’m entwined 
Beyond the fact, my hearts inclined to pass this path as black as night 
So it’s a fact that you’d get lost behind 
Johnny cash couldn’t even walk these lines
Most you rhymers are pseudo poets, can’t stop my shine 
Dropping rhymes?
No, I’m dropping bombs like I’m Oppenheim
The optics lie upon the eyes  
My conscience is my hearts accomplice, so the combination fuels me till I’m optimized 

Why do I get the feeling?
Times been revealing all your lies like a theory verified 
I’ve been feeling so deprived 
My life has been filled with too many goodbyes 
Dealing with a mind that never healed, I will decline (x2)

I will decline 
Feeling so high 
Bitch, I’m feeling so high (x4)

(SIN)ICAL SICKO

prod. by triple murder beatz, zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics
The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love 

Break bread with my demons every season
I’ve been contemplating leaving 
I could never my mind up 
Towards the terror staring at me, my eyes shut 
Tortured by lovers with lust that comprised of
New clutches, up and under,  fucking my pride up
Another counterfeit bitch I got tied up with 
Can’t encounter this shit without vile luck 
Times up, fuck it 
Let me rise up 
If word is bond 
Then I’ll tie these flows tight like a rope
I’m on a host of pills 
Like I’m just supposed to feel calm 
You know the deal 
All the shit I ever wrotes too real 
Switching rhythms 
Killing hopes, revealing my inhibitions may evoke appeal 
Living like I’m just a ghost, I chill
Bitch, I’m grown, I feel  
Down to be goat 
Ideally don’t ever choke 
Compose flows to cope and heal 
4 beats in a bar, 4 chambers in a heart 
4 days, no sleep 
I was dreaming of the stars 
Troubled days, I was drained 
It was raining in my heart 
No restraint from carving another scar 
Switchblades, an inch away to inflict pain 
Shades in the dark, I can’t ever think straight
When the pain sparks
The sick traits of my heart thats been caged falls to a grim state  
On the fringe of my sin, I’m convinced when I meet ‘em
That they don’t like me, but, I don’t like me either 
No time to spite or greet ‘em
Might as well fight the feeling 
Take flight and leave them because I don’t like to see ‘em
Hope I never need ‘em again 

The truth will destroy you 
What’s love, if not loyal?
What lust, if you’re spoiled? 
What’s struggle, if plush?
Abused and recoiled 
Refuse to be foiled 
By fools and some voyeurs 
By lovers and runts 
Suffer through ploys 
On the hunt for new joy 
You know nothing new, boy 
I don’t fuck with you cunts 
Troubled, I juggle these cartons of drugs 
To sharpen my heart
and to harvest new love (x2)

(I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go, I can’t let it go)

I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone
She’s already gone
She’s already gone 
She’s already gone 
I can’t let it go 
She already knows 
I’m already cold 
She’s already gone 

44 MB OF TRAUMA

prod. by puia
additional prod. by zaki ali & 4ria

lyrics were too long to fit in the description lol

BLOODY BEAUTY OFF THE BEATEN PATH

ig: 4riawashere


prod. by biv

AMV: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MdexmMK6P0c

lyrics: 
what a relief it would be to stop breathing 
what a relief it would be 
fuck my belief in this thing
lost my mind in the sea
lost my doubt, now i could see
everything that i was blind to 
i can't rewind you
i can only take some time to
try to unwind with the times and i fight through
god only knows what i might do
pull a knife through
wrote this to spite you
stay hopeless despite you
getting me up, but i never gave up
if i ever made up a fantasy to ride through sunsets 
and nights grew 
worry and i knew the words that i write you are only to strike you 
but you're just the type to 
get off on the guys who give you the light 
you give me the guide too 
with or without you 
slit my wrist just to get some of this clout through 
live in the present 
rely on nostalgia 
gritty and heavens a place that i found when around ya 
now it just feels like i'm coming down 
always down 
you're nowhere to be found 

its okay baby 
you know that I'm shady 
we've spoken real lately 
I'm hoping you'd take me 
but see things are really fucked up 
and I'm just feeling like my luck is up 
cause i took a drug called love and got stuck 
lifes a son of a bitch 
im a son of gun 
shun the fuck out you hoes
are you shallow or what?
we hanging through the gallows with gallons of buzz
peach fuzz thighs
i died the night you got cuffed
here goes thy passion
can't fathom you fucks
and i'd lie if you asked me how often i think of you in the night 
all the fucking time 
love is fucking grime 
tell the suckers cry 
till summers stuck in a slump
i'm implying 
i've sunk in a drunken stage 
lost in your eyes
can't wait till the day that i finally die

imstillhere

INFLAMMATION

prod by gmp, zak ali & 4ria


SPOTIFY LINK BELOW


https://open.spotify.com/track/2yLZAeViNb16Q6tQ2SYL58

lyrics: 

look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 
bitch i quit drinking, i’m sinking in vomit i belch 
and beginning to think i could opt for some help 
all of my thoughts they just linger like prisoners sit in a clink 
wish i could just be more limber 
or be less distinct 
instead i yell timber 
depressions in sync with my temper 
that shit all grows heavy 
i vent to my shrink till it’s slender as feathers 
meticulous new repetitions 
i let it relinquish what i can’t remember, so tender 
but what difference does it make 
with the distance that i take 
i’d rather never win than try to blend in with you fakes 
i spit the precious gems that descend to bottoms of lakes 
you wretched fucks are asbestos, i can’t try to behave 
i don’t want to spend any more time tryna debate 
i’m still tryna climb the ladder up to meet my fate 
as the time shatters 
rewind, won’t align all your lies with my laughter 
i brine in sublime & latch onto my habits 
i find when i’m manic 
& till i go peak, all my passion is bleak 
until you all reach my new absence 
let that all read as my way of now getting complete 
and redeeming the panic 
this shit is no feat 
it’s a means of me slamming 
you hoes into granite 
you hoes all go show off your glow into cameras 
instagram models, be damned if i cannot fuck 
all of those filters can’t help what the damage does 
cause you’re a 6 just like digits from canada 
business as usual, city is cancerous 
writtens i drew the truth, so much less glamorous 
can’t handle gambles, i travel from 
lands where i drag my love forward 
with bags of drugs 
packing up 
i’ve got a lack of trust 
from all the knives in my back 
i’m not backing up 
cause all these wounds make my breathing hard 
like your damn asthma does 
you’ve got a bag of tricks 
well i’ve got active love 
holding raps captive 
connect them all like it’s a pack of plugs 
sold off the raps i sung 
you’re all so old, but you’re acting young 
tricks are for kids 
and i told em, i had enough 



look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 



look at you 
look at you 
you little judgmental cunt 
now bitch look at you

judgmental c*nt

IG: @4riawashere 
TWITTER: @4riawashere


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