PORTRAIT OF NEUROSIS

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

IMPENDING DOOM

PROD. @sulferdubstep

No more fucking pain
I can't sustain the deadweight
I wouldn't even cry if you would kill me now
Cuz when it rains, it's pouring blood on my opened skull
And how come every man's been wearing a mask
So they can follow a path that won't last

These petty creatures slowly creeping to the top to reach the light
And so do I
I should have followed the advice

Kill me with your fists
Kiss me on the lips
I don't wanna die if it's not you
That takes away my life from rudeness
Oh the sky is never blue
Kill me with your fists
Kiss me on the lips
Kill me with your fists
Kill me with your fists
Kiss me on the lips
I don't wanna die if it's not you
That takes away my life from rudeness
Oh the sky is never blue

PARIS GREEN   [prod. Sulfer]

lyrics: 

holding a grudge 
i can’t forfeit to bid you 
good luck, but life’s tough 
this mistrust will forbid you 
i’m sick of you fucks 
and i’ll never forgive you 
get stuck, it’s a rush 
the shit i did is official 
here is a fistful of signals 
bitch, wishing you well 
and words sizzle like flames 
the pains simple as hell 
shit, i still sit & dwell 
about her eyes blue crystal 
5’2 bitch who mystified my temple 
dimples hide behind her mental 
state of mind dissembled 
i dreamt of a new life 
but realized my new potential 
fed up with the gripes 
the lights had heightened 
with two red bull’s down my pipe 
i’m still resentful 
towards the nights still uneventful 
but i still write without a pencil 
to ignite something less gentle 
sensual as i bite a chunk of cud 
i’m out the mud hoe 
my mind is dirty as your love 
never could trust a hoe 
bust a nut 
& paint her face with my cum like a juggalo 
the rush implodes 
make a rude bitch croon like cudis flow 
cut it, i colored my brand new vision with another tone 
just a fucking smidgeon to glisten 
bitch you must get stoned like Dylan 
here’s a new condition 
given the brush i hold 
consist of the images 
scripted like a puppet show 
father time aligns my anxieties 
and i hit the mother load 
with prescriptions, you must’ve known 
barely sleep & it fucking shows 
you ain’t heard like a buffalo 
what i observe, it must oppose 
all the woes that i stumble fo 
all the hoes, it ain’t nothing tho 
all they know. it ain’t nothing tho 
all they know. it ain’t nothing tho 


And i’m fucked up, that’s the truth 
But baby I’m not as fucked up as you 
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you 
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you 
days bruised 



letters to the runts & the crew 
tell em i never knew love like the truth 
sell em all the drugs, that they could abuse 
tell em it’s like a hug for all their blues 
days bruised 


im in a war with myself, my minds warped 
is my health so unwell? 
i’m divorced from reality 
people all stare at me 
bear to be normal 
i carry these morsels of notions that force all this tension 
i sense it, i bend it, i vent it, i’m tempted to end it 
and now i’ve got remnants of memories trenchant 
my mental extends through this penmanship 
never forget you bitch 
i do not know if i lust you or if i resent you bitch 
maybe it’s both 
while i savor the moments 
jaded, debated my framework i know it 
this game that they plays like aerobics 
just shameless, i’m phobic of days where i’m hopeless 
no choice, i’ve avoided the world 
as i grow into places, remote 
and this boredom has taken its toll like a poison 





And i’m fucked up, that’s the truth 
But baby I’m not as fucked up as you 
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you 
but baby i’m not as fucked up as you 
days bruised 



letters to the runts & the crew 
tell em i never knew love like the truth 
sell em all the drugs, that they could abuse 
tell em it’s like a hug for all their blues

PLUM BRUISES (prod. by broke boi & zak ali)

muhfucka aint you heard of this it's murder rap 

all social medai : _ak3k_
mix and mastered by @tumaggz

Murder Rap (prod. 5:10)

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)

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