I love the chord structure, the message, and the sample

dedicated to Veronika, the only woman who fit an image that i could previously only imagine.
originally produced/composed by autumn keys, arranged by Jacob Strom, Andrew Perrea, Griffin Roberts, and Ziaire Sherman
engineered, mixed, and mastered by Kyle Cadena at the Music Resource Center-Cincinnati
cover art taken by Roberto on his Fujifilm instax mini 90 in Northside, Cincinnati

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Life's a hard pill to swallow 
ya holla, ya follow
Swallow the smoke,
To not feel so hollow 
or sorrow 
The motto Apollo 
We gone so
my mind elevated
Kinda faded, in outer space
elated, pacing the pews
of the universal church, the solar system
so big, cue the verse
I know I'm a tiny speck in space, 
but my bars so big 
they bridge the meanings like the golden gate
Lock me up, 2nd degree on a killing spree
Fuck a prison, these bars set me free
Emancipate mental mindscapes of the pain that I bleed
And I've been there, no air, couldn't breathe
But I'm living in a city of stars
The oneness I feel has gotten me so far
Transcending into god mode
with a plate of nachos
See the planets with my eyes closed 
The orbit of the Earth is my gospel
Spread love, we gliding
Mario kart, rainbow road, we vibing
Decipher my cypher
I'm fire, I'm fuego
Murder anybody in a rap sesh
so that they know
That they blow 
They taking L's
While I'm raining hell 
But on the real, 
2nd best white wannabe,
That ain't me
Viet excellence, not a model minority
so wake the fuck up, ya'll know what's up
the votes are rigged 
and the corporate pigs couldn't care less
about your distress
So I confess this country's a mess, this country's a mess
I ain't quiet no more
Throw those stereotypes out the door
and that shit ain't relevant 
when the flow is heaven sent
I say what I know 
I know what I say
the prayers of the refugees have come a long way
I carry them in my heart every single day
So I can make it on my own with the life they gave
With the life they gave

Stoned Model Minority 🔥(Prod. drippy)

We hope you enjoy High Beams, our end of the year album and a culmination of our efforts in 2017! This is our thank-you to all of you for sticking with us for 52 weekly singles, and our way of ending them with a bang. Stay tuned for more cool stuff in 2018, and happy new year!

Vocals by:
@atwood
@toccimc
@headhaunter

Produced by:
@mindbodyandbeats

Mixed by:
@ibr

Cover art by:
@biskwiq

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Lyrics:

[Hook: Atwood]
Ever since a toddler all I ever wanted was that condo in the hills 
Popping bottles with some boujee models sub zero all on my wrist
Zeros all on my checks
One zeros all in my bed
Zeros all on my checks
One zeros all in my bed

[Verse 1: Tocci]
Little boy had a dream
Teeth looking like Himalayas
Paul Wall flexing with my mouth 
Wrist flicking like tennis players
Business maker, innovator
Trick flipping been a skater
Witness hate anticipate them 
Give em all that Cena flavor (Fuck You)
Since a kid hit that bunny hop
Stunning bitches, let them bunnies hop
They ain't bout it unless the moneys hot
Told my pops I'm not afraid of Ops
Sunny days but the shades is off
On her knees make her pray to god
Play it raw really what you take me for
They been thawed,
Ever since a baby boy..

[Bridge: Atwood]
I want ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ice AGH!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Headhaunter]
Fill up my cup to the rim, yeah I'm bout that 
Ice in my IV drips to my soundtrack
Truant since birth, so I skip, bitch I out class
Lose at Tetris since a kid, son I count stacks
Never want minimal doses, I want all that
Prawns fed to me by sex symbols
Gimme the diamonds all gold dipped, if I'm honest 
Wanting a fleet full of stretch limos
Doing this shit for the zeroes that I gross
And I vomit up everything in the cold and I'm so
Confident I'm building up 'til I'm froze and I go
For the warmth at the end of the rainbow to go home with
a ruby tipped sceptre, diamonds for pleasure
Emeralds in a box, ice for December
Want the sub zero, but try not to venture too far in the cold I already froze

[Bridge]

[Hook]

High Beams

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Sub-Zero (prod. mindbody&beats)

Mixing and mastering by @dustbunnybedroom
(A single off of the album "Gassed")

Lyrics:
Whats it gonna be, whats it gonna be 
Yuh, buddy wanna be legend, he make it on the TV
Now he’s busy getting ransacked, stuck inside a flashback
Now he’s got the vision but there’s nothing he can see 
Boy feeling like a king, got the confi like a dence man
Hiding all this shit that make him look so damn depressed man
Still got that rep though, bubble up like some Pepto 
Shorty dropping it low but I’m so fucking narcolepto...
I’m sleeping
So unconscious, man i ain’t breathing
I’m in love with ghosts and I’m healing
Feel so cloudy, now I’m here dreaming 
3K plays without any feeling
Says she love the way that I treat her though 
Girl so outta pocket, she be ballin’, got me feelin' low 
I'm feelin' low 
Got me feelin' low 
Girl about to drop it, she so flawless, she don’t even know
Now I’m out of topics, shit is freezing, got me feeling cold
Slick gone put the work in on the beat, he with bino flow 
Man I need a new chick, pull up in a new whip
With some better bass, I did the race, I got em clueless
Say you gotta follow certain shit just for a new bitch
Creamy with the flow, I take it slow, just like some cool whip 
In the city lookin for a decent night spot 
At the club, pretty ladies, they don't talk a lot 
Take a sip, take a drink, take another shot
Gotta ask her where she at, "asan ka na ba?"
Honestly yo, honestly yo
Baby got me stitched up like I'm lilo
Getting real close, take another toast
Bring her out to back gonna curl her toes
Take a good look, baby pretty like a photo
Little thickie curious, it’s something that she don’t know
Working real hard, but your homie getting slept though
What’s it gonna be, make your move and get your new glow

New Glow (prod. dustbunnybedroom)

vocalists:
Eli Noir - @theeli-noir
zamir - @zamirraps

production:
masked man - @masked-man-peace

art:
Eli Noir - @theeli-noir

Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Eli Noir]
it’s bout time i burst a verse from one of my lungs 
i’m heaving ain’t no defibrillator to keep me breathing 
i’m, gasping for words but i’m choking on the syllables huh
my place too deep in the tide, come get your breath taken
i spit a trenches divide and watch your chest cave in
Davey Jones ain’t the only one with a locker 
only cause my skeletons could no longer fit in the closet
i’m picking bones with a lock-pick and boring holes in ya chest 
eating the fucking marrow and making keys for the rest
sacred seas to the rescue, send Poseidon to attest
if Zeus carries the bolt then I guess I’ll be set screw huh
i guess I’ll be the set screw
i’m getting into my mind and then all I happen to find 
is a series of burning files that are clearly labeled my sanity 
dropping far from the canopy, call me the blacker panther the
founder of lost worlds and creator of my insanity woah

the black abyss, the black abyss

[Verse 2: zamir]
welcome to the deepest recesses of my mentality
where i keep all my secrets and try protecting my sanity
by hiding any kind of emotional vulnerability
cause real men ain’t supposed to have feelings 
that’s what’s been drilled in me, uh
as you go farther you find yourself getting lost in 
a maze that gets even darker the more you continue walking
graffiti on the walls that portray all my darkest thoughts as 
you make your way through this place, you find a grave with a coffin
in its laying a body, brain decaying and rotten
face as gray as a zombie with veins displayed all across it
and as you turn away, you hear it say something softly
terror enters your heart as a whisper breaks through the silence
‘now you’ve seen the depths of the darkness that lives inside me
the thoughts of death, the regrets, all these awful specters that haunt me’
the body gets up and violently lunges to grab your wrist
as it shouts, ‘you will now forever be stuck in this black abyss’

Black Abyss

Produced by @elijahwho
Mixed and Mastered by @halberd-3000
Artwork by @collidingwithmars

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lyrics
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the way that the rain drops is almost prophetic
the way that we stick together is magnetic
and ive had my eyes on the skies
and what i did see. i will never forget it

the rain keeps on falling from clouds up above
and it puddles the streets, the road wears like a glove
it passes through streetlights in showers of love
till its flood at my feet and im floating on up

yeah i pass by the windows of all of the buildings
im moving so fast that i flash past the ceilings
im grooving in fact i think that i am beaming
i cant find a reason as to why im still breathing

and soon i will pass up the moon
soon i will pass all the planets outside
and soon I will pass all the stars in the sky
and soon i will be something more give new meaning to fly

and ill catch you on the flipside
sorry im not polite
everybody tells me
that i am a nice guy

charging like a bull i’m
flying through the night sky
sorry if i pull i’ll
put it in the pipeline

and im flying through some open space
and now i cannot find my way think that im losing my face
i think i smoked too many cigarettes im losing my taste
and now im facing all of my regrets im losing my place

the stars
im spitting supernova fucking bars
im a blackhole sucking in the money
like a russian tsar

and boy you know that im copping my guap
making it, top of the pops
rappers be dropping a lot

and ill catch you on the flipside
sorry im not polite
everybody tells me
that i am a nice guy

charging like a bull i’m
flying through the night sky
sorry if i pull i’ll
put it in the pipeline

and soon i will pass up the moon
soon i will pass all the planets outside
and soon I will pass all the stars in the sky
and soon i will be something more give new meaning to fly

and ill catch you on the flipside
sorry im not polite
everybody tells me
that i am a nice guy

charging like a bull i’m
flying through the night sky
sorry if i pull i’ll
put it in the pipeline

and soon i will pass up the moon
soon i will pass all the planets outside
and soon I will pass all the stars in the sky
and soon i will be something more give new meaning to fly

and soon i will pass up the moon
soon i will pass all the planets outside
and soon I will pass all the stars in the sky
and soon i will be something more give new meaning to fly

and soon i will pass up the moon
soon i will pass all the planets outside
and soon I will pass all the stars in the sky
and soon i will be something more give new meaning to fly

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sorry i missed this getting deleted <3

Flipside [Prod. Elijah Who]

Gravity(ZEROSAND1NES)

Blue Compilation

Greenlight (feat. Dahm)

prod. by https://soundcloud.com/masked-man-peace
mixed by @ibr

Recipe || prod. by masked man

The Sand Reckoner

Ya got three hundred nights 
to make the most out this life. 
You’re only twenty-four once, 
like three hundred times. 
Ya got three hundred days 
inside this joy of a maze, 
if you’re lucky. 

The sun rose the next morning and said, 
“You were supposed to have slept when I set.” 
I said, “At sixteen, I was supposed to be dead. 
I had ideations of a life without me.
And I stand alive outside of that strife proudly.
So I don’t need the sky to tell me about me.”
I treasure those Los Angeles nights. Red Line echoes. 
That 60 mile-an-hour passenger seat firework show. 
I didn’t keep track of the whole thing. 
At twenty-one, all you’re supposed to keep is going. 
Growing up means counting down. 
Throwing away a calendar matters now. 
Realizations of a life without me. 

I didn’t even get to say hi 
when I saw her for the last time. 
She turned her back 
and her hair waved goodbye. 
I wanted to stop her, ask her. 
But I just went home 
and put an X on my calendar. 
There goes that day, and here goes that night. 
I can at least make it rhyme, if I can’t make it right. 
The soft gaze of that LA moon’s a glare now 
piercing through saying, “Make this matter. 
Make this make sense. Make this count.” 
‘Cause when you run out… 

I probably shoulda stopped her. 
I probably should’ve said thank you more often. 
Probably should’ve reminded him that 
if he needed help, he could call. 
Back when that calendar still hung on the wall. 

Can’t rewind, can’t undo. 
I look back up at the moon and say, 
“Every night, every day, has value.
It has to.”

300 nights [prod. by mr. master]

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