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1. |
Shroom Song
00:54
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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
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2. |
Barely Saved This One
00:21
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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
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3. |
Insecurr
01:27
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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!
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4. |
Weed Song
02:04
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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
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5. |
Mop Bucket
01:20
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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)
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6. |
Mood Swings//3AM
02:32
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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
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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
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8. |
Mr Inbetween
01:32
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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?
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9. |
Lab Daze
00:43
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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
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10. |
Skeleton (feat. Scum)
04:43
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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
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Striving For Perfection
01:04
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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
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Yin Yang Shit
01:27
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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
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Silly Spitters
01:49
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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
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Hoopty
01:10
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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
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Beast In Lambs Skin
00:23
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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
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16. |
Reece
01:21
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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
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17. |
Teenage Bullshit
02:53
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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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18. |
Outro
00:24
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