grass is always greener type shit. i love this record man, cuz relate to it too much.

RC-A113 is a really overly complicated way of saying that art and creativity is the most powerful drug on the planet to me. RC standing for Research Chemical, and A113 being the code hidden in nearly every Pixar film by animators who went to the same class. The juxtaposition of these two particular concepts is very important to me, as the generally terrifying and dark preconceptions of the concept of an RC and the playful, childlike innocence of Pixar animation serve as opposite ends of the psychological bridge I wish to build with this project. I want you to cry. I want you to laugh. I want you to feel everything, to the fullest extent possible. RC-A113. Pretentious rant over, enjoy <3

Featuring production from myself on all fronts other than @tomcbumpz on the TCB Freeverse, with features from @JVOTI and my sister Brianna Paisley on two different tracks.

RC A113

Giving a new meaning to flapping one's gums.

Illustrated, produced, mixed and mastered by Sin7ven.

"In the middle of the journey of our life, I came to myself, in a dark wood, where the direct way was lost."

[Verse 1]
I heard the shuffle of the devil’s wings 
Uhh, I keep on walking, though the nettle stings, lift my heavy limbs
I could be doing 'lotta better things
But I do it better than so many kings, better than I’ve ever been

Primrose path, the direction I was headed in
Brimstone slabs, designation I was lead up in
Window cracked, looking out with a tinfoil hat
For when they rain death aboard a zeppelin

"I cannot rightly say how I entered it, I was so full of sleep, at that point where I abandoned the true way."

[Verse 2]
Pish posh. he appears at the pig trough
Wielding a steel rod, smearing the lip gloss
Getting hair ripped off in a thick ball
Picked off, cleft in twain, blood licked off

Left in beige, cuz the best bit’s stains
The old boy ain’t seen the best-est days
Dressed his rage in a vest and Rays
In a less than day got to test his blades

Uhh, I been travelling for long
It don’t matter I alleviate the travel with a song
And I deviate from peers, my anatomy is wrong
I rap with a forked tongue, paddling along

Down the river through the gates of Argonath
It’s a long way, been a long day, close to getting cardiac
Arrest, cards guarded, king of hearts at my chest
Reading Dante, it’s getting dark at my desk

[Verse 3]
I heard the devil’s wings shuffling again tonight
When the light fades I just need a fucking friend, alright?
I feel the hunger, wonder “what is the catch?”
For a minute there, I was eating nothing but bats

God, my brain is goo, lately hear a faint kazoo
Way to weird it up enough, time for real to stage a coup
Ooo, ooo, I know this next part, get a beer
Abandon hope all ye emcees who enter here

A Mouthful of Bats

Las Vegas! (prod. by whyandotte)


Did you hear out west
Where the weather is the best
And the roads are paved gold
And there's treasure in the chest
Where I don't gotta worry bout my ex
or worry  when my dinner's coming next
Detroit's got nothing left for me
Detroit's got nothing left for me, I swear

Long as I get to Las Vegas, long as I get to Las Vegas
Long as I get to Las Vegas, long as I get to Las Vegas
Long as I get to Las Vegas, long as I get to Las Vegas
Long as I get to Las Vegas, long as I get to Las Vegas
   
Heard the drinks were icy, machines are cheaters
The food is spicy, the streets are cleaner
The beds are softer, I love me a mattress 
Couple of caps, that can buy me an actress
I swear I'm not lying (don't call me batshit)
I swear I'm not lying (don't call me batshit)
They got water on tap, no more squeezing a cactus
I can't keep still, I must have this

Don't tell me to calm down
It ain't gon' work, it ain't gon' work
Don't tell me to calm down
It ain't gon' work, it ain't gon' work

Long as I get to Las Vegas, long as I get to Las Vegas
Long as I get to Las Vegas, long as I get to Las Vegas
Long as I get to Las Vegas, long as I get to Las Vegas
Long as I get to Las Vegas, long as I get to Las Vegas
Long as I get to Las Vegas, long as I get to Las Vegas
Long as I get to Las Vegas, long as I get to Las Vegas
Long as I get to Las Vegas, long as I get to Las Vegas
Long as I get to Las Vegas, long as I get to Las Vegas

Las Vegas! (prod. by whyandotte)

Schism (prod. by whyandotte)


I wake up early in the morning, back up on my bullshit
Ratchet in my attic and I wish I had a full clip
Imp is on my shoulder, as I'm getting older
Chip is getting colder,  brother's getting bolder
A brother's getting wiser, a brother wanna stack up his chips and become a miser
This nigger turned niggard no standing outside a fire
The picture's getting bigger ain't it
The picture's getting bigger ain't it
Hearken my words muthafucka
I learned this shit outside of a church muthafucka
I earned this shit with my work muthafucka
At 25 was i irked muthafucka? You damn right
I've been searching on this earth for a damn light
Went and found in my hands, reach deep inside my bones
It was written all along, even when I'm all alone
Don't matter when I found it but I gotta bring it home

I'm good
I'm good
I'm good
I'm good
I'm good
I'm good
I'm good

Schism (prod. by whyandotte)

Constellations 2

Stop Sign

Constellations 1

Align

The House Always Wins II

Second Chances

We apologize for the delay on adding this one to streaming services. It should be up within the next few days, thank you to anyone who listens to our music! All love.

Howard (feat. Miles Powers)

I need to see my footprints.

Follow @mrmastersucks !!!

Mixed & mastered by Disjointed.
Produced by Sin7ven.
Art by Sin7ven.

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Sunday Service (feat. Thiago, Day Brown, Seph Dot, & Marc Spano)

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