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REECE

by Reece Fuller

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1.
Shroom Song 00:54
This ones for Jeremy, every days a gift Appreciate the sunrise on your midnight shift Nas said it best when he said lifes a bitch but The only one you have is this, so whats the sitch Takin shrooms for inspiration while I'm missin that elation Relation Her ship is sailin all across the nation I'm lonely I miss being stoned bumpin Pretty Toney I'm searchin for a sense of sensation I wanna kick it offa my creation But the creativity doesnt cut for them to play shit I gotta come through, smooth on some great shit Roundin out my sound like some fake tits
2.
My mental state is worsening Optimism dispersing This cortex cursing Leavin me cursing and hitting shit You want the truth? well I'm spitting it You wanna cap about syllable rap? What the fuck do you know about flow or boom bap Or for that matter trap You wear it on your clothes You scream that you rep, but you cant see past logos You think you're really chose, just another clone
3.
Insecurr 01:27
My vocals split the mix like apache dagger Dont leave your bitch about or I'll smile and snag her It's that easy Life is quick like a breeze In just a matter of months I nieched my steeze Take another bong toke, inspiration, motivation For a troubled long folk, stay in bed avoid creation But this life is full of excellence These posers need my excrements With my back to the sunrise I slouch on a couch over keys with my one vice I inhale my dreams so the day can begin Gotta rush it what it seems thats the way we can win Not a we thats a plural but a cardinal sin I been talkin to myself since the way that its been Ive got a heavy on my shoulders and its weighin me down I've got a mile left to swim and I'm thinkin of drownin Giving in to anger for a moment of relief Fighting for an argument you dont even believe Defensive, apprehensive, offensive Living life by a reference Only Jumpin to conclusions, barely listening a sentence I'm such a fuckin menace A neusiance, some true shit I bother other residents People are meant to disagree whats with this disdain? Your moral compensation discards all of this pain Give a hand for Harry and The Johnsons Juice Crew!
4.
Weed Song 02:04
Light it up Smoke it down Toke until you're croakin now Everybody follow the beat of my heart Increasin four times From pizza and performing A hot shower hotbox, I'm crosseyed Could you pay me some mind? I lost mine If it's not Bic, it's almost not worth For a pullin bowls flame I really need it to work Yes, I'm mega-baked and munchin Got a knack, got a hunch for incredible luncheon If it's strawberry pie or a twix, my fix As I sit simple headed and I binge Netflix Joints to my nose Ima take it to the dome Got a Gleeb on a shelf in my home Fueling my life, so I call it the gas Don't you give me that seedy shit its trash Wake and bake takes about a quarter of your mental Smokin so much I think I might go mental Plays the role of a mental parental Unit when I be goin through it Pink kush and romulon Green like Emerald City comic con A THC phenom A real fiend for the kief in a mound Profound amounts of grinder hash Every leaf is turned to white ash Every days a bitch so its puff puff pass Knocked to our ass
5.
Mop Bucket 01:20
Check the scripture I'm religious spitter My holy bible, part baby sitter A voice to the outcasts, creedance or colour Quite punk if you ask me, sister to brother And another thing another form of freedom of speech A freedom of will, a freedom of thought, a way to teach I'm talkin hiphop Not the kinda praise you give a lord But respect and admiration for a certain way with words Whether cadence, delivery, flows or your nasty rhyme Passion, profession, or pass of time I love all kinds cause its art at its purest You got artists in their feelings and spilling the truest And folks who don't give a fuck and front for a buck But that's the beauty and your luck You can have a cake and eat it too if no one's affected We can live side by side and perfect it I'm not sayin everytime Lil Uzi's on bust your ass But respect a fellow artist gettin his bags y'know Speakin from the heart, workin hard cliches It's just love for an art at the of the day Mop bucket You're lookin like a mop bucket Why? cuz ur full of shit Ha ha ha (x4)
6.
My mood Swing like my nuts do Its improv impromptu Not to say I'm not one to lurk, Nosferatu I want to, but just enough to kill I'm feelin so empty with no friends and no thrills Too much fast food, I'm missin no frills, I've no chill My thoughts spill, I pick it up and drop a track I'm on attack, so supporting these shitty habits still My best skill River Phoenix, you gotta Stand By Me Cause I've been doing all these drugs cause no one can like me I make soul-filled tune inspired by Brother Ali I'm a nobody Nose snotty Blood clotting If I didnt know any better, think my fuckin brain was rotting Drain a wallet Stare at my phone hopin someones calling Life is boring as adults so I've been stalling Waste away a day arranged to try and rot your brain to stay awake at three AM laying for a stoned night Staring at the bottle with a model tolerance for poppin rocks and taking shots, just another lone night
7.
Take a toke and calm down ATLiens will comfort for the time Why you down? Smoke a bowl write a rhyme I been so fuckin stressed and shit I smoke the cess I guess it's getting to my head Half the time I'm lovin my time in Next line I'm talkin about what if i was dead Miss my ex like its new news 5th month on the blues, huh I guess thats what I get for riskin it Always cautious cause its easy to break a biscuit Like Misfits, Death Comes Ripping One wrong step and that foot starts limpin I'm not a gangster, I don't respect pimpin It's too selfish, I just stick to chimpin On the real, I never see myself in center stage Even when it's done it's never good enough to age Over obsessive compulsive over this art I got a radical brain and it's tearin me apart Take a toke and calm down Sepultura will comfort for the time Why you crying? Take a shot and write a rhyme
8.
Mr Inbetween 01:32
Someday I'll be dead let the music be my legacy Even if its past my time I'll inspire integrity Wanna go out king style, like I'm makin Elvis bleed Let the legend be of silk thats woven to a tapestry Mappin out my destiny like rewriting your history Pissed because the randomness of life is quite a bitch to me Smokings such a bliss to me Scratch that mental itch to be Dumbed down and dumbfounded Battle raps arent everything Midnight Gospel, I'm crying for my mother Sittin in the dark writin poems with my brother Some bad feelings can fill me and smother We make art for selves and thus one another SNES distraction, the action Mindset get passive Imagination massive Brash shit Tryna make a motherfucking classic Big song, 7 minutes all the boys are laughin And lampin and smokin While campin and broke and We bask in the slope And we can't ask for more They say not to fuck with mister inbetween But hes still my best friend, what the fuck does that mean?
9.
Lab Daze 00:43
Cookin in the lab alcohol is in the air 19, pretty place, apparently it wasnt fair White walls and no windows makes a kid go crazy Bubbles in the product if you're gettin lazy Secret locate where we're pumpin out the distillate 99% pure, this is the shit Kimchi everyday where I stay easy food Get it good, little pay, good experience dude, lets get it
10.
SCUMMY: Attack a pack of jackals while cacklin like a cannibal I'm on the fuckin prowl hunting humans just like they animals I'm rambo on the mic grippin tight to my bottle of vicadin I'm slicin him, have my katana takin his life from him Empty out the clip totem pole on me like native kids A fuckboi talkin shit cuz his bitch sucked me w swollen lips fuck Off the chrome the homie eatin lead I stomped his fuckin brains into the dirt until my boots turned red BELT.: Take him out the body bag, dip him in the acid Celebrate, vodka, gunna get plastered Okanagan hooligans and Calgary bastards Sit up, kick back, listen to the masters x2 Sally walked home down the ally her last choice Shes grabbed by the mouth, to retaliate: an elbowed rib She's knocked out, smacked right upside the head Villain said I'm glad she's a fighter when she lives Smash cut to the madmans lab, in full garb Lookin drab, lookin nastier than nasty ass You've got a broken machine, a couple rusty bloody chains And a cyanide concoction for passout gas Walls runnin thin with suicide notes unfound Because the trigger hasnt pulled yet Hunched over mumbling to three glass tubes It's 3am, the phone rings, now whats this bullshit? It's big don-o Says his sisters a victim And her apartment with their mothers old house just got licked Bad news comes with good when he offers that casualty for anyone at fault is strict For an IOU, a verbal agreement Don-os got men that get away with treason They're shipped off to hunt the pricks ol warehouse A mob boss has got lotsa worms for wearabouts Give it half an hour, theres a knock on the door of a mansion With busted up windows and a benz, imagine No reason to keep the front kept: The doors gettin rushed at the sound of a footstep Gunshots givin way to madness A soldier grabs a goon to shoot his kneecaps quick A man in the back puts a gun to Sallys head Before the mob could react her brains splattered, she dead The villain breaks a rock on the countertop Sniffs up his white snot.. before hes shot in his gob A report back to don who gives her brother a call While he's starin at his gun and takes another shot of alcohol SCUMMY: Pussy hit the blunt, I fingerfucked her for the fuck of it I went and fucked your bitch and now she under cover sufferin Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 numberin I'm sittin at the table and your bitch is chillin under it Went and got the top and now the bitchs number, dropped and no I dont care bout a bitch if she aint got the fuckin WAP and yo It's middle fingers up and fuck the cops fuck the cops and hoes Gold chain swangin on my neck like I got lots of those Oh I'm a social reject ------ I'm boutta show my teeth when These opps start breathin I might kill a fuck cuz I'm a stone cold demon BELT.: Balls in your jaws, wonton soup Take another hit, bongs in the coup Take another sip, take another tidal wave She get it from the back, I take another breath away Wanna be dons drop jaws at my awe Songs make a long faced John get it on Like in a drop top like fuck the cops Off to the spot for another bag of - Thoughts of a chop in a winnebago Yeah Belt. barely made it out no doubt Told Jackson Psych I needed a place to slide And to give me a warning if he hears that siren Gone Another day to fuck up Hit the city
11.
Glass shattered bad on the front step cement After that wave of panic calmed down he'd inspect He wasn't sure about the cash they tried to collect But the fat mans cap had been put to rest Adrenaline sits at his foot while he thinks The lights on suddenly, and sitting there is Bricks Bricks said he hid at the crib for the hit For a handsome ranson half the skrill under the sink Protagonist chilled to agree until He noticed a pistol on the coffee table still Goes to put er there as a form of agreement But a quick slight of hand to commit this treason And the moneys all his No debt, no plate, no loss He's striving for perfection
12.
Love is the poison drippin from the serpant tongue Time is just an antichrist brandishing its love Stab me in my capricorn, see what it'll do Yin yanged, aquemini, what are you to prove? THC leakin in my brain, gunna stain Gunna stare for a while, thinkin bile But the tunnel has a light even after a collapse Got another dimension within my grasp I've got a fear for life getting repetetive I've got a fear of getting hooked on sedatives I'll make a song w little to zero incentives As if the moneys comin in
13.
Devour silly spitters like my mothers chicken chili It's the filthiest you know, Always Sunny In Philly Another bright day for another tight rhyme Ring my line at 1-900-KillingTime I'm inclined to incision with precision your flow With cannibalistic canines, my teeth sink fast, it dies slow Really fickle headed individual Residual thoughts leave a kid bummed, visibly sad Mama said its crazy how I simply create So I do it everyday Gotta love the loved ones Striving For Perfection Inceptional exception Wicked ass direction with a weeded out perception This collection of lyrical sections are stanzas on tracks that attack like imperial panzers My style's wild and unassuming like toothless is I'm gettin faded holdin joints in the booth like who's boof is this? Smokin on loud like 11 on a casio I practice Pumpin out a feature aint a hastle yo I make classics With good words and great magic Fatal is my fate, call me dyck grayson Every tapes another kinda lightning in the mason Jason on the mic, fuck that I'm leatherface You're tryna diss mine I'll put your rhymes in a better place
14.
Hoopty 01:10
Hoppin in the hoopty for the woopty woop (woopty woop) Take me for a spin like a loopty loop (loopty loop) Livin like a fairytail but actin like Goofy Troop Handle on the oh shit handle cause it's a sketchy coup (sketchy coup!) x2 Late night Scummy said we're gunna make it So now we gotta make it Scummy said we're gunna make it So now we gotta fuckin make it Hoppin in the hoopty for the woopty woop (woopty woop) Take me for a spin like a loopty loop (loopty loop) Livin like a fairytail but actin like Goofy Troop Handle on the oh shit handle cause it's a sketchy coup (sketchy coup!) I'm trya make rad shit, dope shit, smoke shit Oh shit here comes the one with the notion I'm tryna dictate the fact I'm wackin in a new direction I give a bitch throat like health potions I'm smokin potent with a nova scotion Ayo the copy paste casio king makes disasterpieces Audacity classic masterfully handled with magic I'm sicker than average with just a flick of the bic, it's Reece
15.
A beast in lambs skin, a place to trod A city full of shitheads and clowns and clods I'll put it in a song still frown if you prod I'm fucking benevolent, you peasants are pods
16.
Reece 01:21
First of all, me and scummy in comp class rappin Been writing all my life but this was rival action Everybody's Giving In the single was sick Because I bodied it, And so th e story begins I bloomed like a jellyfish when I left from home But we'll get to that soon, call it 2020 In quarantine moneys short and times a plenty You know it's always been a dream to put a tape together So I snag a mangled casio from my mothers second I knew that it'd get better Past midnight I can't wake the others here right So I striked the cement with a hooked up mic My Dells got Audacity it's tight Throw a couple quiet synths and mutter my poems under the moonlight The moods right Flash forward, trilogy a statement I'm makin art in my basement Time moves on, I move on to the coast Lost my mind taking drugs and socially low Out of it gems, The Weeded Out Four A butterfly blossoming, a hope for more Serotonins shy in the city but Playing songs fill the hole of my shitty rut Location starts switching and so does the focus Again I blosson like a lotus and the confidence is up Pilgremage of Brian Wilson back from the cabin I'm hangin with the boys in Vancouver big cacklin 8 weeks of reset, back to society Fullers on the way and guess what guess what In the Fuller Clan we dont give a fuck
17.
I'm happy for her and she deserves her freedom But a shitty situation for a hometown lead-in I met her couple years ago I'm workin with the burgers And everybody knows the hot girls work in service I get to work on tryna work it, shes excited kinda nervous I'm feelin like a novice but apparently so is she Blowin my mind sayin I'm her first kiss But underneath I knew she had the power of a mistress I show her all my bullshit, headfirst and headstrong Death metal, john hughes, and getting in the bed strong Rarely a time when either of us would caress wrong I must say I was impressed, and even awed We were an evenly odd couple I said I'm leavin in the fall but this is special why not She said it's stressful and scary and shes goin off to uni Eventually she was swayed cuz we was unique I had her heart and never even bought a fuckin boutique But come halloween and im boutta say goodbye I was off to the coast makin drugs no lie I was off my fuckin rocker I was losing my mind I made a hundred fuckin songs and it expanded my mind Took a couple mid shrooms, put perspective in my sight Relatively speaking I've been on a real grind But every fuckin day I'm still talkin to her Cross country snaps askin all about our days And she watched me go crazy never gave up on the craze And I was grateful for the friendship grateful for the friendship I don't really feel about people this way And you talk about moving all to my dismay Now you talk about us meeting like it was a mistake So Ima stay away from love outta general distaste You're speakin outta pocket -- I wish this all could be forgotten Girl made me feel love and hurt too She can dance ballet, she can twerk too She might steal a couple sweaters and a shirt too And the fragrence on this blanket makes me miss you
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Outro 00:24

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released January 13, 2022

All songs written by me except for Skeleton co-written by Clayton Horvath
All songs produced by me on a Casio CTK-2000

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