GOD DAMN MY HEART RATE IS ABOUT 230 RN HOLLY SHIT

prod. by kaan3x & 4ria 


lyrics: 

what the fuck 
i feel stuck 
stubborn in the summertime 
these cuts encompass my rush 
to shudder through rugged lines 
is it ever enough ? 
i can’t toughen up 
i just want to die 
i just want to fly high 
why waste another night? 
thinking about what i’m living without 
sinking in doubt & im still so devout 
to rhythms & routes to get in this 
i vouch a new minute to bounce 
all this business and now 
bitch you just live for the clout 
bury me down in the ground now 
don’t think i’ll figure this out 
why the fuck i am alone 
they know why 
i know why 
the reason i hide in my home 
i can’t deny 
that i might still go & try to confide in these hoes 
give it some time for my mind to unwind all the woes 
only god knows im primed to align with the growth 
but a sign in the vines may all point to demise 
i could cope with divine or just let this shit go  

i feel twisted & im wicked in a broken zone 
my disposition is written within my chromosomes 
i trip, i’m rigid, this sickness sits 
while i’m comatose
in a position 
i’m wishing 
thought i was home alone 
there’s someone watching 
i’m nauseous with all these swollen woes 
i wrote some potent poems to poke at my once hopeful tone 
i had when younger 
now i wonder if it’s bogus though 
sunk deep in some drugs 
hope that i don’t ever overdose 

is it any wonder? 
i relapse with hunger 
collapse, this slumber 
this has been another saddest summer 
stash it under my pit
get lit & savage brother 
we’re not any younger 
tell your mothers & your lovers 

i climb up the totem pole with new agendas
knee deep in my tension
my shoulders implode 
while i hold my momentum 
soldier through motions 
i told them, i don’t have a motive
incentives soak up my focus
i cope with exposure for dope for perspective 
perpetuate flows 
i self medicate, stroll with the renegades 
lead astray upon a getaway 
better days known 
i could’ve best explained all of the stress & the pain
with a mesh of blue stains all impending my goals  
get it or go 
watch while the pendulum rows
while my ill vengeance evokes my attention to stroke
walk as the tension unfolds 
towards the darkness
i harvest my self esteem 
till i develop dreams 
into unknown

CHAOTIC NEUTRAL

PORTRAIT OF NEUROSIS

THE SAME FIRE THAT BURNS THE MARTYR FUELS THE VILLAIN

HE WHO WEARS HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVE

EGO REPRISAL

ASCENSION

prod. by saint urya & Zaki Ali 


lyrics
When I was in the psych ward
You were on your fucking high horse 
I got sidetracked by life forms 
quite bored living life sober
So I might form 
a tight order of rhymes sorted 
I find horrid  
breaking the rules 
I might get fined for it 
Making fools in line forfeit 
lines on my forehead
Align with the number of times 
Ive been so numb and divine 
Here’s a design
Combined to fuck up your mind 
Rid you of grimace 
I’m trying
To paint you a picture 
Elicit the figures 
I’m legit 
I’m tripping 
I’m Ticking like clocks, here’s a figment 
Fickle as fucks who exhibit 
Slick interruptions and gimmicks 
Mic in my hand, I feel gifted 
Like I’ve been damned to inhibit 
All of the standards I pick it 
Apart, cannot pander to bitches 
I’m bigger than that 
And I’m living so large 
I Command while I kick it 
With bars that I’m managing 
Views that are harsh 
Understanding I’m damaging my heart 
When handling adderall scripts 
That I’m sampling daily 
Striking the tiniest chords, ukulele 
I’m failing
to check off the things on my bucket list 
Too busy dealing with feelings 
You fucking bitch caused 
I’m still lost 
What’s the cost of this turbulence crossed 
Against thoughts I exhaust 
Till I’m burnt out and squashed 
That shit is raw, know I’m flawed 
Cause In hindsight
I feel like I’m walking through fog 
I cannot walk this shit off
Top of the morning 
I topple the bars with a topic I scoffed 
Till it’s hot like the tropics
I tap in til tapped out on god 


Things been barely moving 
Ive been barely sleeping 
Intertwined 
With my share of delusions 
Fairly conducive 
To the grind 
Killing time, I feel dead inside 
Like I ingested insecticides
Give me a second, I’ll sink in the pressure 
Death to my pride 

barely alive 
Feel like I’m barely alive 
Yeah
Barely alive 
Everyones staring, I hide 
Yeah
Bear with my mind  
Imperative that I defy 
All these fuckers inside  
Til I perish and die 
Killing time 
Fill the lines 
Feel like I’m barely alive

B4RELY 4LIVE

prod.  by saint urya 


lyrics 



Don’t you get it bitch 
I won’t surrender bitch 
You got me tense amongst   
all this torment in flux 
Bitch you’re dense as fuck
I get the sense I’m buck 
Set it, set it, set it off 
Till then, better luck 

Figure these riddles awry 
Reflect official declines 
A figurative sign, think it’s so simple 
Signal the cynical side of my mind 
To arise 
This time, I dont plan on backing down 
All of these fuckers are actors now 
Don’t box me in bitch, no paqioua 
Shatter the fragment till facts are found 
Pass all the tests 
Bitch, No cap & gown 
I could not have this now 
Motherfuckers love to count me out 
Count it down 
It’s about time that you drown the doubt 
It’s about time that I found a route 
To happiness
how could this Happen
Shit shatters 
I had a wish 
rattle the catalyst 
Sadder & madder 
My attitude 
Staggers a tad bit, I had the truth 
Glued to my tragedies after you 
I hope this shit doesn’t flatter you 
This ain’t about you 
But gathered through 
The pain of my realizations 
The feeling to face this
it’s  shameless 
but I will be fine just as long as I take this 
Medicine, sedative, evidence 
For when I die, they’ll remember this 
I cannot lie, that shits evident 
Said so much, maybe regretted it 
Hated them, fuck what they said again  
Guess I am set to sin
So damn unsettling, next to kin  
Sentiments lead to destruction and doom 
like constructing these tunes 
Give a fuck what you do anymore 
it’s been proven to bruise our rapport 
sore 

Don’t you get it bitch 
I won’t surrender bitch 
You got me tense amongst   
all this torment in flux 
Bitch you’re dense as fuck
I get the sense I’m buck 
Set it, set it, set it off 
Till then, better luck 



A hundred and one ways to fuck my shit up 
I covered my dumb face
I covet your Love 
Tough luck, just buck up 
i drum up the courage to come up 
i strum up with some trust
and faith till the suns up
enough what i need and desire to crush ya 
i’m tired, i’m wired, i’m fired the fuck up 
in dire need of a supplier of hope 
a messiah inspire a fire
and stroke of enlightenment 
hide inside lies like a cloak 
your entitlement rises and blinds
cause the smoke in your eyes 
tends to rise when you try to uphold 
any pride again, time again 
tides are inclined to invite again 
but for now it is too dangerous to try again 
like the abyss, you could find me in 

 Don’t you get it bitch 
I won’t surrender bitch 
You got me tense amongst   
all this torment in flux 
Bitch you’re dense as fuck
I get the sense I’m buck 
Set it, set it, set it off 
Till then, better luck

r0t. 1n. h3ll

prod. by saint urya & 4ria


lyrics 

six feet deep 
you don’t really mean shit to me no more 
you’re dead to me 
i’m said to be 
killing every season  
4 death, I’ll bleed till i press delete 
take the best of me 
leave you in the deep end 
in your grave, I’ll sweep 
till i rest In peace
take the rest of me 
defeated, drift with demons   
here’s a recipe to forget my dreams 

sinful habits crack my actions up 
my ambitions crash
ive had my passion crushed 
Crept on the image 
That had clenched on my mental 
Living swept, I’m indifferent 
Bitches slept on my vision 
Frigid steps to configure wicked texts 
To a rhythm
the rest is history 
Till my Death and victory 
This dread and diction reads like a hex 
Motherfucker peep the ill effect, I invest 
Best 


six feet deep 
you don’t really mean shit to me no more 
you’re dead to me 
i’m said to be 
killing every season  
4 death, I’ll bleed till i press delete 
take the best of me 
leave you in the deep end 
in your grave, I’ll sweep 
till i rest In peace
take the rest of me 
defeated, drift with demons   
here’s a recipe to forget my dreams 



let it go, heaven knows
i’ve been fucking frustrated 
fucked up, impatient 
brush up, i come up to muster up hatred 
Naked like your skilled seductions 
i’ll stomach these pills with a substance 
Uncover reluctance with hunger 
plummet when will is corrupted 
credit my skull full of pungent swill 
i will instill my dysfunction until 
Everyone is disgusted
i’ll tilt my head back
& ill plunge in the scraps of the love that you’ve done in 
some what of a bum
my destruction builds rubble & dust
& a junction of lust & some love that’s been bludgeoned 
enough of that baby girl 
while i struggle, this crazy world 
will uncover a shady pearl 
bitch i crumble through days, i fight  
a discomfort may shade the light 
i’ve become so accustomed to nothing 
i stay wide awake at night 
pay the price, decayed til my days are bright 

six feet deep 
you don’t really mean shit to me no more 
you’re dead to me 
i’m said to be 
killing every season  
4 death, I’ll bleed till i press delete 
take the best of me 
leave you in the deep end 
in your grave, I’ll sweep 
till i rest In peace
take the rest of me 
defeated, drift with demons   
here’s a recipe to forget my dreams

6 FEET D33P

prod. by sullyptb

lyrics: 

I’m my mamas little fuck up 
Ive pondered all my fuck ups 
While my mind wanders 
I tend to daydream about some luck 
Since you left me lovestruck 
I fell short on my tough luck 
I’m really just a dumb fuck 
Since I was just a young buck 

Tryna find my unit 
Take a stab at this here rough cut 
Such cuts on my wrist
what a bold decision, no buzz cuts 
Poke incisions 
Can’t diagnose this vision
Just let go, don’t stiffen
I’m up in this bitch like a butt fuck 

Brush strokes, i construct prose 
You bitches vain like blood flows 
I can’t contain these uploads 
When I’m up close to the goal post 
shit is cold pressed
Bitch you’re dry as rolled oats 
fuck taking a low dose 
I need a whole boat, bloat
Shake like a snow globe 
Take what I need then i go ghost 
Feed all my dreams then i go go 
Gadget, this shit is a habit 
Hash it, hack it, static 
Feel like I’m dead & you bitches are maggots 
Mash it, pack it up 
Arch that ass then back it up 
Post on the gram after some 
Photoshop for your assets huh 
Make em say uhh like master p 
lose all my hope & atrophy 
Money opens doors like master keys 
I’m still a couple years from my masterpiece 
Once I amass defeat
a matter of raps on these beats 
Game set match 
Make a racket bleed  
Then attract these bees 
please 

I’m my mamas little fuck up 
Ive pondered all my fuck ups 
While my mind wanders 
I tend to daydream about some luck 
Since you left me lovestruck 
I fell short on my tough luck 
I’m really just a dumb fuck 
Since I was just a young buck

DUMMY DIMWIT DEADBEAT

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*

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