dude these flows are so sick, I could see you on a song with tech n9ne fr

You have given this flow a mind of it's own 🔥

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

I DON'T BELIEVE IN ANYTHING

prod. by marow & 4ria

lyrics: 

picture me perfect
i ricochet hits & refurbish the shit that i spit 
on the surface
i think that i’ll stick to these verses 
the verdict is out, i deserve this 
worship the verge 
i’m as sick as a purge 
vigorous surge 
i’m absurd as the cigarette burns
on my pillow case 
no fillers in the features
i fulfill the evil deep within rhythms 
conceal indifference with skilled precision 
now listen 
i did it, i’ll do it again 
depicted grimace, lose it again 
inflict the venom
till i’m healed & akin to the pen 
dim witted fucks, i can’t trust 
here’s a hit of revenge, so get the syringe 
tinker with luck or get stuck in a binge 
i construct a rush till it combusts in the end 
how funny everyone discusses friends 
and puts up fronts like it’s a must 
everyone just wants a hint of pretend 
i destruct till the rubble treads lovers 
in bubbles to mend their struggles 

hypothetically speaking 
my hype will be dead by the evening 
creeping on the prospect of nonsense 
i cannot invest in the reason 
reap doubt or be about it 
i plead the profound encounters 
to keep an ounce of accountability
filling me
silly me  
for my faith in abilities to encase witty tips
im willing to face with agility 
ur shitty to pity, 
believe me, i’m fiending for another achievement 
i’m creeping 


in a prison, in my mind 
im inclined to the limits by design 

here is the sign you were looking for 
so baby, look no more 
fall from cloud nine to demise
how divine 

my image the rest regard as inefficient 
my repertoire is still relinquished on records 
the bars may diminish the reservoirs 
i just still think there’s some left
i could harp on the link between methods & madness 
i sink in the weather in tact
with a glimpse of depression
the static flings under the pressure, erratic 

in the middle of the night
light strikes, it’s another slight fight 
against the parasites
apparent, i bear with the perished sights 
of fairness
it barely suffice 
impaired, i cannot square with the gripes 
they just stare through my eyes 
if i dare realize that i’m scared 
then i’ll fucking die 
and forced to watch my momma cry 
spare my soul another try 
heard the truth through the grapevine 


last year, i  needed money 
but hindsight is 2020 
see i might need more than something 
to confront all of the bludgeoning 
sucker for love, i’m wondering 
what’s above me that’s hovering 
what do the troubles bring? 
besides bloody lovers suffering 
i’m uncovering 
i’m uncovering 
i’m uncovering 
i’m uncovering 

the truth, the blues, i knew 
the truth, the blues, i knew

PRETTY PICTURE

THE SAME FIRE THAT BURNS THE MARTYR FUELS THE VILLAIN

HE WHO WEARS HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVE

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 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

PUTRID

lyrics:



it used to feel good 
but now i feel shook 
i cook up my symptoms 
till pride arrives 
i wish that you could 
make me feel anything other than spite  
if i tried to find 

baby i feel it beside  
i divide my time 
high and dry while i reside by design, i hide  
diamonds in dirt, i preserve lies like private eyes
verse full of worth, i research lines till i can find
girth & ill serve you this earth, wind & fire 
in forms of desire fine  
time & time, perched in the island sky  
urged to get by decline  
my purpose burns through like dynamite 

never give up, i give in to several hiccups
still slipping, unsteady with an indifference 
i’m heavy, lift up my limits 
that’s metal, bitch i’m committed 
to kick it, spit it, i’m gifted 
good riddance
witty & wisdom convince them i’m never quitting 

i’m up every night 
level up with device  
the sight of amphetamines crushes all my lust 
i ignite
several things 
better things await me
i can’t trust any dyke 
remedies readily available 
i rush to invite 
bloody raps, i recite scriptures 
and clash with the light till i collapse 
in this bright picture 
i’ve had to incite triggers 
that gather new heights 
barely brash, i’m polite 
but if i have to provide switches 
i’ll gladly entice  

where did she go? 
now she’s gone, she’s not coming back 
i’ve been alone for the longest 
i’m humming that 
slumping back into abyss 
wish i could say that i miss you 
that’s wishful as shit 

it used to feel good 
but now i feel shook 
i cook up my symptoms 
till pride arrives 
i wish that you could 
make me feel anything other than spite 
if i tried to find 

where did she go? 
now she’s gone, she’s not coming back (and she’s gone)
i’ve been alone for the longest 
i’m humming that (and she’s gone)
slumping back into abyss 
wish i could say that i miss you (and she’s gone)
that’s wishful as shit 
(and she’s gone)
(and she’s gone, and she’s gone)

WHØRES DONT GET A SECOND CHANCE

ETHER/ESCAPISM

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HE WHO WEARS HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVE

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