I could def see some evil clowns emerging from their interstellar clown car to this

Relentless Excrements

This is the title track to my upcoming solo EP. It's been almost 3 years in the making. Got a few old ones I'm adding to it that I've never gotten around to recording. Tracked most of this with my good buddy Jonny Fafa of On Letting Go in Florida in between my surgeries. Mixed by myself

Abandoned

Lyrics and Performance by Nox, ft. AllOne (https://soundcloud.com/allonevoice)
Instrumental--"Always" by Kev Brown

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LYRICS
(Nox)
Minimal friends and a cynical bent
In my defense, I'm only here fifty percent
Gettin dense, witness many events
From innocence to descending into giving offense
Went there once, never goin again
So I keep my thoughts hidden from even my close friends
They know my trends, fish-eyed lens
Scrutinized iris awide anse
Strange thoughts, I ain't the origin
Only receive em from a demon or a djinn
Winnin grin nothing more than an ornament
Cracks in the visage, fracturin the porcelain
Bright smile belies a deep darkness
And black bile I been tryin to harness
Keep it chained in my basement apartment
Along with my brain when I'm itchin to start shit
Rough cut, I'm rubbin against grains
Fucked up, ten bucks to my name
Must just readjust the frame
Of this busted up and corrupted brain
My cortex set as the collective mess
Of intersecting sentences second-guessed
In regard to the marks and the scars on my flesh
They only seem to stretch when I start to flex

(AllOne)
I write when defensive like squid ink cloaking,
No joking, I think an Armadillo's my Patronus 
I'm a lone wolf in black sheep's clothing,
Tripping on misfortunes, caught in fear and loathing,
White knuckled handshakes, hands shake balled in pockets
Scratch my baldin' noggin sink social cues in corner pockets
That's my cue: Nauseous awkward sweatin' 
Hedgin' my bettin' my spirit animal is Sonic I'm guessin'
Roll up to the spot, Blue and in a ball too protective
God I'm pathetic, codependent code of ethics  
Costly expenses so invested so indebted
Sewn enmeshment owed to friendships 
Calm and collected to an uncommon collective 
Odd and depressive neurotic eccentrics, 
Heart is a heaven, art is our best friend, 
Lost in a head-trip like a Topiary labyrinth 
Nip the wallflower in the bud, faux gregarious
Social wariness aware of this paradox:
Nervous jabber jaw fact is I'd rather not talk, 
Clamming up shocked trapped on the spot and exposed
"The tacit folks you have to watch" the maxim posed,
No matter how it goes you're on the "radar" that's a palindrome
Z-lister, reach inwards deep thinker off in fantasies 
Reads into each whisper. Peace fingers (my apologies,)
Arms' length I keep kin with Reed Richards expanded reach
My minimal friend policy: they're family and they're quality.

Minimal Friends Ft. AllOne

Klown March (Midi Drums, Piano)

Produced by Markezi (MarkeziProducer.com)
Lyrics, Performance, and Engineering by Nox

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A little ditty about my fellow MCs out on Long Island, the true Midnight Crowd

In a shoebox of a town that bleach its sliced starch
Jackals on the ride for the ides of March
Within em, all the writhin rhythms of the hierarchs start
Excitin the fight in em like ignitin a spark
Hindsight like an upstate sky
Determine Nate to terminate in a turn of fate on the fly
Turn aside a blind eye like a cyanide sty
Til the Long Knives misalign the wrong guy's spine
First man's HAM radio on
Not to play a song but debate who's got the greatest lawn
Every day wake with the same old yawn
"I hate my job, but I'm too afraid to break the bonds"
Keepin up with the Joneses absorbs any bonus
It's hopeless, an ennui unknown to the homeless
But sold as an onus to behold and then own it
Like a stolen phone photo flash froze in a moment

Lemme hear it for the Midnight Crowd
The kind that arise when the sun's gone down
Puff about a pound and pass it around
And show em how the underground runs the town
Lemme hear it for the Midnight Crowd
The kind that arise when the sun's gone down
Puff about a pound and pass it around
And show em how the underground runs the town

By the light of day, the flock is stayin right with the Lord
Night's a hideaway to stock the flayin knife and a sword
Time to climb away to operate in spite of the storm
Imma find a way to chop away the kind that conform
Drinkin the ink, sippin the pigment I vomit upon paper
Glyphs blow kisses, I'm high on my own vapors
Savior with a rapier when I'm tapin the track
To the back of a bottle of Jack just to crack it in half
Rebels without a purpose on suburban street sides
Arise from the tribe while the nine-to-five dine
Still awaiting a sign from on high
Too high to surmise why a year's gone by
But some among the undersung are gifted with the Devil's Sight
And don't a little Lightbringer shine within the dead of night?
Bedlam when the spectrum prefer to turn on a dime
So an innovative satyr imitates the divine

Lemme hear it for the Midnight Crowd
The kind that arise when the sun's gone down
Puff about a pound and pass it around
And show em how the underground runs the town
Lemme hear it for the Midnight Crowd
The kind that arise when the sun's gone down
Puff about a pound and pass it around
And show em how the underground runs the town

Arisen from the devilry of whiskey and amphetamines
Puff of smoke, toke, Robitussin in the recipe
From those heights, a foot spies Mount Everest
Any man with a mouth rules the kingdom of the headless
But I prefer to make a parrot a pet
Than behead em and be left with a marionette
Carry a set of silver bullets with the names of the turned
Clenched tight within a fist despite the way that they burn
The weight of the worm that ate of the urn grows heavy
Fed by confetti of many so unready
We deadly medley, cypher with a machete
Strip and rip flesh, insects so deadly!
In a carrion tomb, we learned to carry a tune
Before we find an escape in the opposite room
Whether a Doctor of Doom or Superman in the booth
We got the up-and-comers comin for the long-in-the-tooth

Lemme hear it for the Midnight Crowd
The kind that arise when the sun's gone down
Puff about a pound and pass it around
And show em how the underground runs the town
Lemme hear it for the Midnight Crowd
The kind that arise when the sun's gone down
Puff about a pound and pass it around
And show em how the underground runs the town

Midnight Crowd

spellbound

Spellbound

Matt Miller - Vocals, guitar, recording/mixing
Mike Pagano - Cover Photo

Written by Matt Miller

Klown March (Midi Drums, Piano)

Will Wagner Music

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