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In case you are new here, these are my rough drafts and incompletes - waiting to be redone and polished up.

beat: l'orange - lost arts / Semtimemt of saint Represented within the rhythm Heaven sent 'em to prison Inside the cell you been livin Inclined to tell 'em the visions But kinda tell they would kill him Pray with these hymns that sins be forgiven Paint the stained glassed its tainted by any hatred We all have a little bit Sabotage the wit-n-ess Accost the princess The cost is priceless That's why these wrists will always be iceless Aint the nicest dont get me wrong any Fake ass is flightless so many stay gone steady aimed at ya highness Always seem to fall we all Framed in his likeness But still depsite this Just call me Sisyphus the way im lift em up wirh rock n roll Inevitable to steer metropolis away from dominoes Its gotta go Thats what they been saying amd they serious We all agree with that except it can't be instantaneous Everything that glitter aint gold Baby in the bath was wrinkly and old Throwin out the wise in hopes we progress But fall back in line when hope is known less No second guessin stress is reakin havoc on the western hemis Fear is hell and breakin up the family nothing less than Peer review the shit we tellin you and reach the same conclusion Common sense is hardly represented in these Roman ruins Think about ya thoughts and then get back to me And while ya at it audit all these thots and give em chastity Look they jaws dropped they point and laugh at this catastrophe But that just be the shame ya boy passes so masterfully           Here ya go baby ever handled that? Ever had a parent show you not to me a spoiled brat? Ever had a brother call you out for doing stupid shit? Ever had a sister saying you dont have to do... it?

I’mma find a way that I can find a way ta Say all of the things that I been tryna say Cept I wanna do it so it’s systematic Fueling my movements with my emotions proven problematic Sabbaticals til radical in every way Easier than ever standing out when everybody gay Imma set this up like it’s a factory Then I’m cutting through all of the b******t and the faggotry That’s in the way They wanna put PC muzzle on my face Got me sayin shit I never would’ve thought i needa say Am I really that predictable? Or am I just another victim of a bunch vitriol Or maybe it’s the way that I’ve been thinkin for a minute I take full responsibility for all these fuckin idiots Psyche Do the things I want and all the shit I like Passin on this instant gratification got me feelin right I mean Working for my family’s future That doesn’t exist yet Uhhh Still been snappin even if it’s half a fraction of the sum Of the person that I’ve been and the man that i’ll become Still I plan on doin sumthin everybody scared to do Dont be worred if you catch shittin all up in ya stu Take a seat, then a scoop, down the hatch, at’ll do the trick Easy mama everybody know you brought the lutefisk Nobody wanna tell ya brought it on yaself Doubt she even give a shit she goin right back on the shelf No pills, no chill, not a shit given I left it for ya moms last thanksgiving Tell her she the bomb even tho she isnt Thats why to daddy gone rather go to prison I could go on but I know i shouldn’t How convenient he switchin up the flow In the middle of a bar Like he don’t know what to order Just a little bit to far off the wagon in the shoulder Of a busy road Whatchya know He fixes up the flat Cops’ll send his ass to prison when they figure out the flask Filled up halfway with some gas Whoops, sorry occifer Didnt mean to be a criminal Or show you that I’m sweerrvvvin Right into ya daughter’s front lawn Act like it’s a mystery tomorrow when she yawn I aint goin back to prison till I’m gone If I have to take ya with me then I’m rappin up this song clap off - busta rhymes

Beat by VAVI - “Script”

https://youtu.be/43nPC1n4rP8


Par for the course

Eagles go to die

Far from the average

Star struck did damage
Get this kid a bandage covered with colors and branded

Cartoons, soothe wounds, you need bacetracin


Half its hangin open catch a butterfly close it

‘Fore it’s leaking pass the point of no

Return video tapes I go

Sicko psycho mericano

Wit a little bitta ice is nice n cold
She a little bit fiesty I suppose
She a little bit like me I should know


But refusin self awareness
My birds are boxed and they parrots

Why should the kitty be hairless

Where in the f*** are these parents

Lackin a bone in they back its hazerdous stupid and careless
This from a critic who hypocritically aimless

So

Take a pause
take ya jaws of the floor leggo

This that raw ask ya girl guarantee the she know

If she say she don’t well she could be telling the truth

Or she had sufficient practice n now she sellin you dupes


S’why’m selling the coupes, bought a deuce deuce

Couple .38s,  couple can relate

Lately i’m thinkin we merely playin the part of a script

Oui it’s embarrassing shit, you gonna pardon my french


I’m gonna stock up my chips

Get good at cookin ze fish

Catching me slippin you wish

Trapped in ridiculousness

Lookin at screens, demonic entity beams

I’m paranoid and a fiend

But if I’m right then, you gon, see

Fight or flight, only faggots, freeze

Birds, bees, maggots, fleas

Day or night, we all hafta, leave

White, black, grey, green

Life is cycles they repeat

History in rhythm, D,
Vide n conquer, vices leak

Till they steal the guns n speech

Shootin up ya favorite streams

Holes in all ya arguments

We on to all ya strategies and all us up to arms in it

Keep on acting out ya roles and

Don’t forget a single line
None of us are worried bout it

Couldn't forget if you tried

Written and recorded on my phone in less than an hour in a cafe in seminyak Bali. beat by Mark Kamen

This the blindside

Rubbin on muh minds eye

Hindsight

Twenny twenny

Baby say she love me

Now I think that shit is funny as a drive by

Which it’s not

Pissed this thought is runnin through my cranium
I walk up to a baddie I got nothin good to say to em

I wanna roll a fattie filled with budda so I pray to him
In-hale bales of the hay meditate and decay while I medicate the pain all away
Like aye

Didn’t have much to put into a thought

Anyway

They can’t touch me if I never put myself into my day

They don’t love me like I love me and I’m goin all the way

Full of somethin filled with nothin paradoxically the same
What the f***s it mean to be a human being who can say

Let me just say a couple key phrases till I’m paid

And I’m broke on stage till I choke

Always dreamin till I’m woke

Just your everyday folk

throwback 3 years. first song I've released on here that wasnt recorded on my phone immediately after writing it, with the beat playing on my laptop