think its bout time that i double down
every day im reminiscing
was innocent but i am trouble now
thats 
the price you pay for independence
but they never understood what i meant
when all i did was make a choice and they just stood on the fence
watching days go, time has got its foot on my neck
eyes closed, deep breaths, at the foot of my bed
im anxious, feeling like i got a gun to my head
like my heart just wanna come up out from under my chest
i dont know where im supposed to look or who to address
is it god thats making feel like im supposed to compress
or
do i have something else in my madula
i dont wanna but i gotta so i do it just to do it
i could prolly chop it, screw it but i gotta kick the habit
shit is tragic, cause im manual and shit is automatic
transmission of hell so i couldnt avoid
driving off a fucking cliff and getting fucking destroyed
im getting fucking annoyed that everybodys compared to
everybody else and everybody else scared to
be original and fucking evolve
im going crazy by myself like i been locked in a vault
some niggas want me to ball, some niggas want me to fail
but i wont let em take my soul im gonna fucking prevail

motherfucker im here now
and this shit is so clear now,
all my thoughts getting cleared out
from the soul where i peered out

looking through the window from the inside
they can see my face but that dont give em no insight
jumping to [conclusions] all we ever were [humans]
always look at book covers like aint nothing more to it
i am guilty of it too, old news, not perfect
hang on to the past, never move, not worth it
it is what it is and it happened yes,
but i aint gonna break my fucking back to bend
over just so you can feel better, make amends
if that hurts you then i guess that we were never friends
im not doing this to punish you i promise
im doing this because i gotta keep myself honest

It Is What It Is (Prod. Lewbi)

cover/remix of limosine by wax

haha sorry idk

[hook]
Smoke 'em if you got 'em
We came to the top all the way from the bottom
And I'm just trying to count my blessings
I wouldn't wanna leave to go to heaven in a flying limousine
Limousine
A goddamn flying limousine
In a flying limousine
Limousine
I wouldn't wanna leave to go to heaven in a flying limousine﻿

[verse 1]
spit fire like im dragon born, acidic salivary gland
i dont got a glock, but when i walk i open carry hands
ya boy is handsome, warm, im chillin out and yall are very bland
just think of rapping, now imagine porn and pop a cherry man
thats me inside your ears im a virus make you ill for days
remind you of your love life make you salty like your will for lays
higher than the nasa budget i been eating pills from space
feel like tom trapped up on that island out where wilson stays
but instead im on a crowded street, 
ill just replace my arms dont give a fuck if this shits out of reach
blue like i fellate the sky, i wanna blow some clouds with cheech
a great disguise, girl that ass on point just like a rounded peach,
im not exactly stressed im just sad that im a trashy mess
think im more depressed than usual well sadly yes,
know you're future? whens the next time that you'll see happiness?
if i had to guess, im pretty sure that i'd be happy less

[hook]

[verse 2]
sorry man my mind is just on shuffle ima skip the thought,
think back to the days of skippin school and never gettin caught
overcrowded with these boats and hoes like im a bitchin yacht
im in this fucking game like angry people in a frickin mob
water heater keep it spittin hot
charts are steep but i aint fucking stoppin till i hit the top
fuck your fame you only opened doors because you twisted knobs
come inside, i offer secret treasures like a hidden shop
i dont take your money i take standards and i drop em low,
mean high enough, might just mix and match it like you swappin clothes
dont believe in bullshit, try because my only god is hope
comedic when im blazed but this right now no this not a joke
if design dictates function, what am i? i cannot pretend
if you dont know who atlas is then homie we cannot be friends
going quantam splain it on a level you can comprehend
this might end a thought but i assure you this is not the end

flying limosine

[prod. @southvb]
RIP John Rovic Vargas. aka rbxcbd.

you will be missed.


im sorry that we couldnt help, knew you needed more from us.
no one really thought that you would do it and be torn from us.
i really miss you, wish that we could see what he came out to
youll live inside our hearts, but we wont be the same without you.
i know that everyone is gonna miss you from the inner chat
special kinda person now you resting where the winners at
too little too late, your films are all we've got now
if only you knew of the inspiration that you brought out
this really doesnt help me out, knowing that we just had spoke,
the night before you killed yourself while claiming it was just a joke
his tweets might be the thing that really gets me and what hurts the most
all ive done is think about rereading the last words he wrote
its time to carry on now
always make you think and start to wonder where hes gone now
im coming bud dont worry, sure it wont be very long now
ill see you in the end john but i gotta carry on now

carry on

idk

central flow rider with the eye sore,
I fly high or, hi five, ply four
bounty on his head, seem senile 'my lord'
ima take his shit and woo his bitch with just five chords
think ill make about five more, who's next
condoms i need to buy more, new sex
been grinding ima try more, few sets
check balance, balance checks, ride more, too blessed
might seem cool when im chillin in person
when im drunk, drinkin spillin and cursing
but its crunk they instilled in this version
of me lookin like a militant searching
for his infinite purpose, its just intricate though
its all business, no? bustin into this flow, 
cusp of hittin his goals, cause im always either livid or low
you trust in false gods, thats cool i trust in indicas vro
im fuckin finished i go
and i dont know, i dont know, i dont know, 
i dont know what i dont know [x2]
only know, only know, only know, only know
that i dont know [x2]

idk (prod. south.vibe)

all stealth cause my whip black
call twelve and yall get capped
on vsauce way i spit facts
someone throw a kappa in the twitch chat
if its competition? then we finna ball
pinned against me? gonna hit a wall
get smashed if we in a brawl
bluffing if you think i give a shit at all
sorry let me give you niggas some advice
this my pie and you cant cut a slice
ima run up to em give em something nice
while they listening to lil pump-kin spice
facts about me, i stay lit
gettin higher than a spaceship
if i aint then i dont say shit
and my flow harambe going apeshit
i'd prefer it if yall die and croak
wanna buy a rari but im kinda broke
yeah your money pile is a giant joke
and you cancerous just like a diet coke
if you wanna catch me slippin please
hit the plug if you been missin weed
troubles on me, get some bubbles on me and the
publix on me cause im sippin tea
calculated this is long division
try to cross my path you get a hard collision
if you fuckin pussies wanna lock me up 
then you gonna have to build a fuckin larger prison
many faces in my criminal network
im a tux you just a typical dress shirt
throwing shade like i was shikamaru
i just keep on winning give it minimal effort

scoobert (prod. atlas)

prod by @southvb

youtube version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zA72gv-WaRs&feature=youtu.be

the issue is, he dirty like the mildew but his style clean,
masochist, the dentist doesnt drill you if your smile gleam
misusing his teeth, throw his ass another thirty two
tooth hurty in the booth, dude spurting and its wordy too
early in the morning, four A M before the moon light
cool night, breathing loud, the pants he wore were too tight
dolby when he speak surround, pacing when he see the crowd,
braided thoughts, his addy just adjacent streets to weave around
woven cloths, on em and he lovin it,
he fresh baked, to pick his style up you motherfuckers need an oven mitt, 
a fresh take, agree to disagree this aint a covenant
stress test, want the record set straight? trouble him
he fire from the hip, never tired gonna run the clip,
staring down the dip, getting higher makes for funner trips
if you're playing tag this mother fucker is the one to get,
only talking facts, aint a liar when he come to spit,
dudes keen but hes got some purple in his pearly whites
got the verbal schemes make you lean just like a dirty sprite
guided by the journey, lost himself like its a kirby bite
caught inside his pride, his ride or die's the whirly dirly type
tryna hit his stride, an immaculate task
was to tackle at hand, army at the command
if you biting off the man? its charlie off with the hand
theres a glitch inside the system, sorry that one was planned
always mis-read, information in a cipher script
prolly getting head like the bullets in a sniper clip
wishin he was dead, taking back what he said,
made a stack and then it smack him in the back of the head,
they can track him to his pad, so he redacted the thread
flush his shit so he get maybe an infraction at best, then he dipped
acting like a spaz in a plaza take a nap on a bed
asking him to scat but he actually dead, so he did.

too early

beat from 'carry on' on x's album '17'

sweating off my excess, stress relief, bed rest
get dressed, bad vibes sticking to me, semtex
i cant believe that this is where we are
i dont believe that bliss is very far
now we old and faded, then we'll go out like street lights
dimming and flickering, six feet up then we sleep tight
six feet underneath, i am ready to meet demise
know when im not wanted, no need to treat me nice
no, need to tell me twice, ill repeat it to myself
my heart is cold as ice, thats why i keep it on the shelf
they say that you can hear the sea within a shell
maybe i feel hollow when im speaking to myself
no ego, shoulders heavy as a kilo
tops the spot for me so, all might yall below
i gotta keep working at it, you'll see me grow
young midoriya on top the beat cept its me doe
swallow my pride cause, now i have to decide
between whether or not love has, actually died 
from somewhere inside of me lately
feel like i can only hate me

old and faded (where did u go)

[prod. by south.vibe]

back when i sixteen, i was really good at hopping fences
not to mention, also dipped out on the consequences
didnt care what the fuck i did, i fuckin wasted time
everything i do another string along the faded twine
stringing all these phrases out so doublek can pay his dues
only got two niggas left to ride with me the fakes refused
only got a twenty in my wallet, time to get diverse
if money is truly rooted evil, ima spread the curse
give my money back to the community, you seen the hood?
ima keep grinding, i want all my family eating good
thought i had a grip but i looked deeper and i lost control
product out the whip i got the beeper lets me dodge patrols,
a kid that wasnt kid honor roll, snapping backs and flippin lids
i am the equivalent of buying one and getting six
diving down my bag of tricks, kill you all on accident
im not even started nigga whatchu think that practice is?

collected

prod by south.vibe

thank you for your patience now im back on my bullshit
dodge the fakes just like the matrix, bastard fast as a bullet
just be fucking chill, why yall ask me why im acting crazy
splain to them my problem and they ghost as if they patrick swayze
world is all a stage, used to wonder what it feel like
started as a metaphor, and now that shits my real life
seeing all these shady types has made me want a deal, sike
maybe sprite, cappin if i need to, keep it sealed tight
drinking all my problems, breaking photos cause of frame drops
high is just my essence, know some niggas fake as stage props,
bet the strain rocks, all narcotics in the same box
wanna try that fucking premo weed i bet the game cops
getting no plays over and over, feel like a loser, cursed,
kinda like a dislocated shoulder, but it skewed his nerves
faded off the morphine dose, for home i had to google earth
coming hot with more drug references than a future verse
out this universe, while im repping orlando
i mean, all the homies dipped and i was left in a bando
block my ass and now you wanna follow my gram? no
see the fruits, they following wherever that man go
like they getting some from me, jeez step off my dick, please
miss me with that shit, unless you offer to strip tease
i get it, ill, sneezing and coughing nigga, im diseased
dead inside but even in a coffin i hit threes
slippin in and out my mind inside of this labyrinth
every part is hard, but i wont hide ill get past this
ill find my way there, ima fight until the last hit
neither road is travelled, but im torn cause both the paths split
the possibilites are infinite, not your time though
one man army everything, music, art, design, code
i know where im headed, i could do this with a blind fold
i dont wear no ice, i just like to keep rhymes cold
if you perpendicular ill hit you with the parallel
got a perfect signature, i spin it like a carousel
book me in particular, my skin the same as caramel
surrounding the perimeter, so if its over, very well
actually this is taking longer than i thought it should
but im telling you this cause i gotta say it, got it? good.
dont just give it up because you missed a couple shots you took
cherish life, cause then it's gone, faster than you thought it would

gone

i rly rly like this instrumental, i've been on and off writing to it for months and i hope you how it came out. 
-w

nothings felt the same since the summer in '08
im so late, almost been a decade there's no way
i go straight, in the way you headed where most stray
got no strength, feel a lack of talent but hope stay
ill go far, ima have to send you a postcard
it's so hard, and im getting off to a slow start
the roads dark, learning everybody got no heart
its soul art, tryna find the light but its so dark
i seem calm, look inside my mind and the dreams gone
im not satisfied about the issues i speak on
i dont talk to people, cant even keep a good streak going
my speech wrong, never really felt that i belong, 
i found truth, i aint even tryna sound cool
without clues, learning everything from a "how to"
i doubt who i am, forget it after i down booze
now i work every time that i start thinking about you
and i dont trust my own directions anymore, 
i dont know what step to take next
i never knew what i was getting ready for
oooh, i guess i gotta try more
ever since i hit the game i look around and i find war
if you don't have a purpose what the fuck do you rhyme for?
we blind towards it, sorry shits considered an eye sore
with more time i see that they dont care if you're signed or
not and if, your content meaningful it will be heard
all i rap about is stupid mischief, getting really blurred
a worn down pattern like the table where i spilt the herb
when people tell me that they love my music, im like really? word.
if you told me i'd be doing this ten years ago it'd feel absurd
but i dont think the me thats from the past though would be that concerned
if you really think you lack of meaning, life is merely chores
but i learned from someone it was more than that, sincerely yours

2008 (demo)

owo 
i hope you enjoy! <3

aint nobody got the gumption for this
all the repeats coming to the function nervous
cause i keep it hot just like a fucking thermos
thats inside the sun yall never touch the surface
 
im a free spirit trapped inside the body of a chicken shit
most will just avoid me like im therapy to pickle rick
i dont give a shit, yall dont notice what my mission is
here to get it lit like its everytime you flick a bic
 
trouble is my middle name, no i never been to juvy
got a ticket though because i incorrectly hit a u-ey
turned my shit around im going vertical like lil uzi
pan-a-sonic with a panasonic when im making movies
 
some of yall remind me of my weed because you're fucking dense
now im hungry, boy you gotta front me just a couple cents
i dont know if ima eat at sonic or just pay the rent
now i kinda feel like humpty dumpty cause im on the fence

witchkid

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