Beat by https://soundcloud.com/whynot-10 This was written and recorded very quickly. Lyrics: When I was another man understand upper hand wasn’t planned rubber band others can’t uncover sand slipped to fit through hour glass shipped and ripped devour task clueless to this sour patch now we’re stacked showers last cowards blast they can’t buck run amok one it up sun is touched burnin earnin suck it up churnin turnin tough with luck what the fuck you doin? zoomin tune into the boomin sound grew to view a shoe in now shootin down the losin crown just to see the soothing frown form the fallen pompous all in on this haulin conscious stallin nonsense pouring of variety not for the notoriety I am he the nth degree sent to be a centerpiece a centipede endlessly breakin legs while crankin speeds takin seeds and plantin streamin like a salmon makin wakes and needed anthems shakin breeded madmen not taking speech for ransom wakin for advancement enhancement of the medium not dancin for a speedy sum read me some axioms obeseify cer-e-brum tedium - not an option till we sleep up in our coffins I’ll be speakin to the common people equal we are walkin squawkin often like a seagull evil stoppin weasel poppin easel daubin beatle rockin on the eve of each concoction stockin contemplation calm on way in to the vacant mind erasin time is payment find adjacent lines creatin made in mental maturation patient for remuneration tastin concentration lying for my prey in waiting baiting drop sought it out opt in to the odd amounts Caught in spots common knots Never even thought about bombin now and floatin open ocean rope the dope in quotin those who stoke comotion with their spoken flow exposin frozen when we need to be bleed degrees of weeded deeds completed these intriguingly feed on insight eagerly like eateries we bring the bacon things we’re making fling the fakin out the kitchen sound collision that’s how we have found our vision

Beat by: https://soundcloud.com/ycleptinsan Time Flies. Lyrics: I’m 33 now and tomorrow I’ll be 44 the next, 66 then knocking on deaths door before those 21 grams get gone it’s 1 life to live and 1 time to write these songs To all my people I have loved I hope I never put anything above you we do what we must do and what we’ve done was for the fun or the necessity the best of me is spent with intent the recipe was meant to be interpreted and observed then converted to fit to our times is there really any difference? whether divine or hard and the mars are insignificant and scars are sublime one without the other’s like a sun without the summer the spectrum must persist for the collection to exist experience is this I hope to influence in good ways even if there’s no effect today I hope you have a good day if you wonder would they change their lives on their deathbeds? I suggest you go ask someone who has come to retirement if they desire spent time to be changed or if they cherish each link in the chain of reactions on the path that lead them to their present chapter then go seek n’ receive what you're after If I fall flatter than a platter and splatter then so be it at least I completed my piece and released it cause I’m 33 now and tomorrow I’ll be 44 the next, 66 then knocking on deaths door before those 21 grams get gone it’s 1 life to live and 1 time to write these songs so it’s on cause while today You hear what I say… tomorrow... Well tomorrow I’ll be gone

One day, One song. Voyage auditif proposé par Toby Brock - Tear Through

When I get up and at em Men of a written anthem hand them dap and bap a hand slap cause this man rap is handsome and debonair web of a set minuet with intentions fair when it’s rare you know it grown in a zone with many a bone picked own it like homeless to shopping carts no stopping art like popping tires on smart bikes I’m a far flight form the humdrum dum dum so whats the conundrrum? unsung among ones who can’t catch the lung flung expectoration but the next is waitning to catch the hock so neglect is not a thought brought to the head knot said talk is down stream housed in a house of mouse dreams while the aroused fiend prowls the proud preen of well endowed means to the end of a trend sent to defend its now hemmed seams that were sown to condone clones for them throne greens by my own means making a million thoughts per illin emcee breakin it down a plenty aiming the sound at empty container contaminants no brainers get banishment from a passionate panel’s sitting committee gripping the city’s hard hitting nitty gritty large spitting skivvies is he a man of stature? or jsut another raptor rapper wrapped up in rapture to capture stature that depends on the asker answer is yes if the questioner is a messenger of death to my culture wreckin the mulled verbs like vultures their vulgar skulls serve no substance enough shit is dumb since that has a summed sense of zero near flow to clear growth is here though the weirdos won't compromise with common plied hominized songs of blind pride in blind pride - applied the theory  clearly don’t steer these weary bones to a comfort zone so among the drones I roam and hone hardened poems with an artist’s pardoned will and heart on loan I’m just chillin like garden gnomes in front yards shown to be a grown emcee potently poetic breed openly know ethic seeds foundation found in facing crowns for breaking bound for taking and alleviating needless hating of the seated savings brought on eves of heedless meditating on deeds of needed elevating the well is waiting - tap it with oh snap tactic and let blowback react show facts exactly

A beat by Beta. Enjoyeth.