Self produced

Lyrics 

i been sipping so please watch ur temper,
know that my mind state so cold might go change up the weather,
if it aint bout gold then i cant say that ill remember,
fuck it i just woke up with some brand new german leather,

really no really, i like a ski mask and a rope,
im addicted to this, feel like a dick been selling hope,
fuck these niggas fuck these police fuck the world ye fuck em all,
any minute boutta blow ye any minute boutta blow,

cool it cool keep the mask on,
gotta fool em not a bad one,
bullet proof move like assasin,
sure ye newbie im the last one,
u cant keep up with the carnivores,
call collect i gotta cop a coat,
scared of karma what i got it for,
killer king i keep it on the low,

keep on prayin for some better days,
fuck it i know that ill never change,
rise above and do some petty things,
im a better man but im in love with pain,
bang bang its a fuckin shame,
i just go to funeral to make some change,
damnit damnit i been on a roll,
pressure pressure cause i got the glow,

copper copper like who parkin there, 
i aint got it like who are u man,
bang bang its a fuckin shame,
that these niggas run up for some petty change,
fuck the fame need a couple rings,
petty fog thats confetti things,
lotta lead up in ur letterman,
let em know that i wont let up man,



fuck them all they go crawl i go ball fuck them all
really really i been gettin numb 
cause all the gettin dumb has started catchin up
fuckin fishy u confessin huh,
like i dne fuckin told em do not let u on,
arm and hammer thats a strong arm,
osama nigga cause u gone son,

fuck them bitter niggas,
sinnin turn to winnin,
i just made a killin,
pray the lord forgive me,
why im fuckin twitchy,
mind ur fuckin buisiness,
do not talk about it,
cannot talk about,
check the fuckin file,
what they know about,
fuckin full of doubt,
fuckin cant get out,
wanna scream out loud,
freedom fuckin sour,
clean up isle four,
sorry for the drought,


ye i gotta get the money,
been finessin for the hunnits,
boy i really aint ur buddy,
dont try talkin like u funny,
sold a pregnat bich a rock,
then her baby came out funny,
saw her mans up on the block,
so i scamed him for a hunnit,

Sellin Hope

Unfolding

Preach

CELTY: https://soundcloud.com/fearofcelty
SEWERPERSON: https://soundcloud.com/sewerperson

SWAINE IG: @swainesworld
SWAINE TWITTER: @swainesworldd
SWAINE DISCORD: https://discord.gg/pZwkQNj

lyrics:
[SWAINE]
rollin round in a stolen cop car
siren buggin out like a glitch inside the graphics card

fuck gifts, im the grinch, i just drop bars
oldschool motherfucker young but my hearts in the

90s i just do it how i please
no rules, no police, mile long rap sheet

oh my god run if you see me on a beat
ill never come clean, how i do it this clean

creep
tip toe around while u sleep
im up inside their dreams like freddie but its me
"im drownin', tommy" like jason in the lake
grab a rake, get the leaves in order then break

fake 
i dont slither round with a snake
still rigid, like a knife blade
aim it for the face

aimin for the greats
big boss, movin silent, slow paced
heartbreak swaine
leave em flattened like a crepe
battle like im conan the barbarian

this whole fuckin area my shoulders been carryin
im collectin teeth like a fairy is
me and celty finna show you what scary is 


alien spandex
im comin out of space like im healin a complex
im runnin out of states like im runnin for congress
i digress

show me whos next 
i bet im them 
so many songs its never an end, endless
fallin down a hole, walls smoothed, you cant catch edge
ballin like im dennis rodman, defenseman
 
never miss a target im marksman

[SEWERPERSON]
23
retro 7 feet like im 23
guillotine
his bitch gave me head no guillotine
purple pee
all this drank im sippin suck my energy
every shot is going in i guarantee
bounce back
i just grabbed an ounce but where the ounce at
chest that
heart attack
7 gram blunt bouta blow my fucking chest back
pretty lil bitch had said she wonder where i stay at
owls on my clothes inside my closet where i lay at
if im in the field i feel like jose reyes
fuck her thru the night and in the morning make a day appt
she need a place to k at
fuck that
backwoods guts tasting like i got a lip packed
rollin keef dust and im bouta take a big nap
his bitch made me bust no click clack
shiny on my neck cost big racks
shiny on my neck like an ems dispatch

1990 W/ SEWERPERSON (prod. celty)

Base

I'm going to start a podcast on cheap recipes. And anarchism.

Busy Busy Mikey

Sub-human trash known as “soundcloud rap” is garbage, but in this case it’s doubling down. This song was recorded in a bathroom on a phone with apple earbuds. How’s that fuck faces. 


Btw i’m writing this in the shower

caprisun (shout out my fish jake tho)

''Song 78'' Single by Poe

Written by Poe
Produce by Colton Tapparo
Mixed & Mastered by Te' Legend of the Trap Factory

I've been working and keeping my head down for a while, creating in the midst of chaos. I'm not done yet but I really wanted to share something with you all before the year was out. I hope everyone who is listening right now is safe and this can be some type of light during your day. Thank you for giving it a listen, soon to come.

Song 78 (Demo)

I am life, what it is, and what it will become.

Preach

Xavier Ghost Xavier