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My batting average a thousand, savage at housin’. Many classics for plenty bastards, lavishly countin’. The hits, it gets no better whether adding up a sum from, one or more, if you spun me for sure you adore. Honesty, honestly, modestly my ego we know. When they drowsin’ on ya amountin’, you gotta be yo. Biggest supporter, my gig sets and sorter. The meek and the rest of the mill, from who ill. Ya peak ya can best, ya skill will keep growing. Keep going, just peep what I’m showing. A rhyme flowing, it used to be abused grind. I fused kind and taught not to brought off ought. Panic, I was the panic king, where’s my crown. Gigantic like the Atlantic the thing I had to down. Drown my issues, found my tissues. I pound from miss use, my spirit I could never hear it. The answer I fear it, the more I get near it. Afraid of change, I rearrange the made. Lifestyle I chose, right now I pose. Sitting on top, what I’m getting upon drop. Serendipity, where a snippet be vital. All play a part in my heart and its recital. Memories, say so smart I got the remedies. But it my passion I fashion for documentaries. More Than Music. Your remembrance, you pick.
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Yeah, I’ve been trapped in a labyrinth. A synthesizer with the wiser, not the guys ya slay with. Rapped with the thinkers, sinkers into deep depression. How we the greatest, latest I checked we keep oppression. Peep the lesson, wrecked nation we facin’, embracin’. Decked out in doubt on the station we pacin’. Knowing there drama, flowing it I’ma not do. I got you, I utter no clutter, my stutter. Not cause I pause, but rather that. I’m born torn with impediment, gather at. That, I don’t flatter, my matter decline like sediment. Erode away, ya flowed astray into the ocean. My devotion is to please with ease the public. My dub quick became a L, the shame I sell the big brain. Letting my getting of fame, get to me. A big chain reaction, bet I see a fraction. As that, but blam, damn it hit and shit. All the straws broke the camel’s back, now my ammo’s wack. Y’all applause helped at first, but now I’m worst. For it, I want more shit, I’m now greedy. Needing, attention, no intervention. Bad ass kid, I did need some detention.
Yeah, this a sad bang, sad thang, boom boom boom, this a sad bang, sad thang, boom boom boom, this a sad bang, sad thang, boom boom boom, this a sad bang, sad thang, boom boom boom.
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She wanna have sex cause that dick is ridicoulous. I ain’t a damn trick, I am sick wit’ meticulous. Mother fucking styles, piles of aisles I yet. To met, I bet that I get set and I jet. To my dream place, my cream case is rather interesting. I gather the moola, but not to fool ya I enter stressing. Once I have it, a habit of a dunce who nab it. Trapped in the dough glow, tapped in a no show. Capped out boutta flow yo, bit oh shit, ya get. No support, in short, I thwart what ya sport. Man, can, I keep wit’ the deep shit. Nah, I act hollow for a fact follow. Trends of my friends, it ends when the bends. Cease, I need to find peace and heed to my mind beast. No more, flow for, at least myself, I shelf. The rest, ya best? I feel I can better. I plan to get a muh fuckin’ respectful, not neglectful. Life, I was the knife, cutter, we know so yo be a shutter. Of you mouth, ya shit it get south, direction, can’t stay on topic an interjection. Drop it like tropic, rain hit, the pain emit. I’m battling demons, tattling bout they screamings. Cause my mental health is rental wealth, comes and goes. Sums the bro’s living up, at times I be giving up. That rhymes like I try to do, I won’t however lie to you. I don’t wow clever, I just recycle lines, we style mines. Like they cool, but I’m a fool, haha. Downhill delivery, renowned spill the giver be. Me, king to sling off the throne. Muh’ fucka, I feel fo’ real alone.
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A wise man is a Warrior at heart. The prize can be more glorious than the start. But what the story does is teach us the journey there. The real deal, wanna feel ill or win the tourney here? Keep up a facade, deep up feeling ya flawed. The odd God, I strike mic on mortal sod. And then there was A Hype, they type from they portal, nod. Off that notion, I scoff at sudden motion. Blood in devotion is this what got the height. Me sight? Yep. Step to the prep. To reach us they sell what they tell as a true jewel. You fool! Power within make you cool! Shower ya kin with advice but just not preach. I’m mad nice without the ice, I got hot speech. Not thot leech behavior, but I also ain’t ya savior. Follow ya heart, swallow the part. That’s pride, cat’s ride, who provide the juice. Ego, we know, a tide let loose. Crashing, bashing, anythang in it’s way. Shit’s may go falling, destruction it true calling. Get through wit’ it, y’all in, the same kinda zone. We human, the new plan, how bout we ain’t alone. Paint the tone many shades, but plenty aides we all can be. Man we, when teamed up, are a star, the steamed cup. You wake up and bake up, take up a shot of energy. Chipping in be flipping sin to dripping win, synergy.
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I wanna settle down, but I’m not ready. Time is precious, time is necessary. Time is desired. Feel me. I wanna be there for you. I wanna take care of you, do you right. But I also in the process need to show myself some love, do me right. It’s difficult to balance but it’s a must.
Yeah, but what if I’m not the guy. Got my own struggle I juggle, I spot the sky. See the gloom, see the doom, in my room start to cry. Having love won’t fix my mix, my heart’ll die. If I whiff, don’t sniff any self improvement. Shelf the move spent tryna prove, prove, prove it. To her, no sir, I am not ready. I love you but what above you is the steady. Sky, thy sky, full of bull in the world. And till mine chill, I’m nill to pull a girl. Once in a blue moon, I croon to the tune. Of her, I love her, but still above her. Sky, thy sky, she got the hot season. 24/7, sure heaven for the reason. She focus on her health, no hocus pocus, no wealth. No tricks, no money, can fix a runny. Case of bad, place ya sad thoughts and spin. Be blessed, I see we stressed about our kin. Turn it around, learn the sound of blessings. I want you boo but first come my fuckin’ lessons.
I wanna do best for you, but I rest all blue, knowing I ain’t true. To you, boo I’m going, no clue but hey anything to please you. Say anything and I pray plenty thing, work out no doubt, I need you. You ease me through all the days of despair, your pure gaze is clear, I need you.
Yeah, but what I really need, is to not need. To rely on my own. Best For You, Best For Me, food for thought muh’ fucka.
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My conscious is often a blur of words. Obnoxious, I wish I loften above the nerds. But the turds of the Earth since birth been chosen. As the real ones, feel us, we the rose in. The concrete, on meet we sound combative. Part of a heart that start with pressure massive. Since a fresher passive childhood that ain’t wild good. But still better than this kill getter mentality. We live in, we givin’ the recipes to the bad chefs. Best of these breaths I use I choose to lose. In the moment, bestowment to the most high. I boast thy wizardy and feel for real lizardy. Cold blooded, full studded in sin man. A win can only keep you so far from lonely. Wake up and make up that fact I feel aight. At backed reflection, real right need a correction. I’m seeking to be truly the best, fool we the rest. Not even there, I heave a share tryna make it. I fake it, I’ll be honest, c’mon this is pathetic. I seem to dream nightmares, them fright scared magnetic. My actual factual nightmares is I die. Fry sky high in hell, I sin well. Cause heaven or hell on earth, well is it worth. Finding out, I’m minding clout and losing, this shit I’m oozing.
Blur Of Words. That’s what I’ve become.
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Back like I never left, clever kept thoughts intact. As a matter of fact, I smacked and splattered my impact. Kicked open the door, hopin’ for more. Scopin’ the tour to find if it mind my grind. Some places have dumb faces, they hate greatness. I say I may vacate this, but music on a playlist. EP, album, mixtape, whatever. We see, seldom, my tricks, the lever. I push ain’t giving, I had to sever non driving. Been through a slew of shit, how I keep on living? When a crew will do you bad, call you a fad. Course I get sad a tad, I love it though, rad. They can’t shake my new craze, I true blaze. My own rage, my grown age a blue haze. Depressed, stressed, messed, guessed. I wouldn’t make it here, couldn’t take a year to quest. My path, the wrath of my last vast. Vision cut like an incision, but what the mission did to me. Is ridding the lack of back up of my self. I love to shelf my strong points on joints. Not more, got sure, stupendous. Stuff to tell tremendous, my hell horrendous. But heaven is endless, bend this as even here. On Earth, upon birth, we share. Heart, start to part when we then be fighting. Look, I was shook till I took up writing. Inciting, just ain’t for me, I trust when I paint the story. It do get through, not just for you. But it a must for me. This is therapy.
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Yeah, throwing up a dub like ‘Pac in 96. Going up, was once a snub now I rock the fine kicks. MJ’s, them ways I slay and play my sport, on my court. On and off, the don they scoff, at, can’t they see that. I be at a level I revel in, you peddlin’. To catch up, I batch up some dope, bring ya metal in’. Either to crown or down, drown me with bullets. Or adore my recitals, the titles that I pull gets. Motha fucka’s crazy, hazy the fix I mix. My tricks in, I’m playing football, get to blitzin’. The root y’all in, let’s change sin to win. Strange how now online they fine to spin. Words, they nerds, I let off, nah I get off. My internet, I center at the outside. I don’t let clout ride, I ride that tide like a surfer. Wave god like Max B, them facts G, the nerve to. Go against, leave ya in grieve dispensed. Gave odd judgers the real deal, don’t nudge us. Not afraid to be me, gotta slayed EP. I just did, the day ya say I’m busted? That’ll be the day hell freeze over. The day that pure hip hop don’t please Hova. The day that my shit stop, huh, nada true. Call me you but richer in the picture, I’m proud of (prada) you.
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apt9 is an absolute legend, I'm so thankful and blessed to work with him, same goes for the amazing producers who worked on these beats with him. butangel420 is so authentic and dope, baredex is elite and top notch without dispute, Astral Trap brings the exciting energy, St Los is pure flames with it, yeah0k! is such a great person and musician, FEAR is out of this world with the skill ... THANKS SO MUCH TO ALL OF YOU! this is Mixed Emotions, one of my most personal projects to date, I truly hope you all enjoy and it's all love here :)
released June 13, 2022
