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Buzzing
02:00
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2. |
Starsign (Lost Rap)
04:09
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You can rush
Yeah you can rush
You can rush
You can wait, do whatever you want
You can pool about,
trickle down or flow ya know
You can rush into the brambles get cut, and come out calloused
If I’m candid I get crushed and cut when I run in
If I’m honest though Im coming correct
Nothing other than fresh touch can give me that rush that Im wantin
The hummin, the buzz of the bees, and the drumming,
Singing birds, running squirrels are the homies I show up with
The love, the liquor, the beaming eyes are bubblin
Funny seemed like yesterday then no one knew whats up then
So I pool about for half an hour trickle down
The rainfall trickin round the inner sanctum of the capital
Sittin down the rhythms and the rhyming tends to flow into
This puddle with the diamonds and the pebbles and the animals
Distant memories sustain me for the moment now I know it all
don’t mean nothing to no one but me now I forgoe it all
If you’re gripped by fear, ya hear, ya better recall
Master of myself I’ll embarrass the socalled
Distant memories sustain me for the moment now I know it all
Don’t mean nothing to no one but me now I forgoe it all
so fuck running uphill back to that peak when there’s a free ride
I’ll slide up the vapors around the clouds above the treeline
And still rain down forever, this sound you can’t define
Out of my mind cause my spirit is where I reside
So I pool about for half an hour trickle down
The rainfall trickin round the inner sanctum of the capital
Sittin down the rhythms and the rhyming tends to flow into
This puddle with the diamonds and the pebbles and the animals
Distant memories sustain me for the moment now I know it all
don’t mean nothing to no one but me now I forgoe it all
…ya hear
… ya hear
so fuck running uphill back to that peak when there’s a free ride
I’ll slide up the vapors around the clouds above the treeline
And still rain down forever, this sound you can’t define
Out of my mind cause my spirit is where I reside
…decide, for yourself
but the powers that be are mine
more resilient than starlight, alright
a million windows: into my starsign
a million windows: into my starsign
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3. |
Freestyle One
01:54
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Everybody’s trying to turn up
And I just want a turnip
Fools is eating radishes
Indicating they need to learn up
I’m the raddest around
Round-robin I play with rabbits
Bad-habits form round the ones
That wish that they never had it
Have a radish, and die
If you call me a faggot
That’s a manifestation
Of your Sexual insecurity
I’m a divine being
No question about my purity
Learn from me
Theres no way that you can reach maturity.
I spit clues and virtues
Statutes I prescribe for society
Never die with me
My notoriety
Relies on the fall of mankind
This is decidedly
The last ditch effort
That I will get behind
Yeah
These blinds, we find in kind
Aside from landslides of titanic
Proportion distortion is present
But I’m hesitant to blame the president
Said again by the medics theres no cure
for this its evident
Shade thrown from the highest peaks
Like it’s easy to speak with plates filled
With the weak Easy to break under pressure
The stressors get better you take the cake
made by us fill up your head with lead for good measure
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4. |
Romero
02:30
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5. |
Lately/Cadenza
03:25
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I have no capacity
I’m tryin to
Guide my own destiny
My limits are physical
But they don’t get to me
My lovers aren’t otherwise
They bring out the best of me
Fashion a mask Caskets relax
Ask why we last Why we react
Ask why we lapse
Capsize, fast act like we didn’t
No accidents, but mistakes
I regret nothing except what I think
I felt nothing I swear,
I felt nothing I swear…
Step once, one step closer
To one thing
I run things
I’m mundane
I want change
and one thing
I run things
I’m mundane
I want change
and one thing
>>
Fashion a mask
Caskets Relax
Would I be fine
Would I be
Would I rewind
Could I see?
Could I feel
Can I feel?
I think it’s clear to see
What I should do
But do I hesitate? Levitate?
Instead of
Remaining level-headed
As of late?
There’s evidence
Stellar swiveling
Heads tipped
Yes this.
I mesh with
Yes this.
I felt this
Yes this
I felt...
I felt nothing I swear,
I felt nothing I swear,
But one thing
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6. |
Humming
02:10
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Bitch…
What up…
You trynna fuck with this?
Fuck with me, and get fucked up.
Bitch you wish you could fuck with me, but you fuckin cannot.
Shit is switchin up like you fucked somethin up with the Kahn
Come up on my throne see what it’s like from the top
Nothin ever goes unknown here: let me show you it all.
See I don’t this for you I don’t know you at all
Selfish like the hellish beast that is fuckin you raw
Wish you could get it like me like it is nothing at all.
But y’all ain’t nothing to me, and yall aint shit to cabal
Seemlingly you seeing visions like you seen it before
But if I don’t share your vision then it ain’t nothing more
Than an apology for a false prophecy you gonna learn
That if I didn’t spit it then it holds no store!
Many couldn’t get it if even they had it before,
But comin from nothing I getting everything we owe me
Usually I’d sum up my come-up for the whole week
But that’s the old me, now I really got speed, I am too OP.
OC Original Content I am the OG
Y’all don’t know me but if needed you’ll get a nosebleed
Lowkey the highest for the people like Sarkozy
So easy if you ask me I’m better than Yeezy
That phony like Kony y’all know that I am the only
Oni Japanese Demon like Mononoke
The Soapy the cleanest, the meanest and the most G
This will be the dopest mixtape that you DL for the free
Bitch, yes it is me the man
Pineal gland like hands in your life you don’t understand
Be the trees, the breeze, bees, the seas or be the man
Karma coming hard when you fundin the upper hand
Bars… bars bars I got bars
Bars are gonna get me money bitches and the cars
I understand, my bars are clearly 4 under par
Excellent, the preciousest stone to become a star
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7. |
Indigenous (Lost Rap)
04:33
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Flowers all in full bloom
The full moon is…
Rising like a monsoon
I break out my cocoon
Soon I’ll fuck up the game in my bright white sweater
Out the door feelin’ fresh in this white sky weather
White rapper makin you check yourself, sir?
Well my flow is the shit, ey, and yours is no better
I spit F.C. numbers, letters, I’m D. 2 B.
Number 1 and 2, 3 is the sum, son
Product of the ocean, earth, and the sun, son
Quotient of the motion divided by 1
Oh shit, sir, I be showin my color
Like the indigenous originals killed by my brothers
They suffer no past, no consolation
So even satan doing better than some cops and governors
Hoverin miles high and controlling the sky tonight
Fly away private jet to private island
Firebomb them, and then defile em
Kill millions with your billions from safe asylum
So, overbearing overlords and barons on the rise,
Fatass greedy motherfuckers that’s full of lies
Bout to raise a mob soon, take their eyes out
Monsoon rollin their sweet demise
Thank the people when there’s no hands on our throats
For growth of those who don’t feed no hope
Complacent with vacant souls I know
Your terrible deaths’ll be our sweet repose
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we live here man
we live here
we live here man
we live here
We live here
Tied to the land, you lied to the land
Ride for your men, others died for ya man
Amazin thing were native but you drove em from here
Intituted fear til it all lied in your hands
We kilt these trees, what it simply appears to be
Massacre bees, who knows what in years we’ll be
Extinct for one thing a shame, a disgrace to me
Disgusting if you’ bustin up beetles, come face me
Fuck you if you wantin the workers to work for you
Fuck you on wantin perfect curtains and plates, too
Cut off Sever ties, guess the trail of tears works for you
Cover up your fuckup cause thats just whats safe for you
Muster up courage tellin you what you take from us
Sharin we’re aware otherwise we won’t make it, thus
Tryin to survive, you got more than enough
So fuck you if you movin and you ain’t about us
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8. |
Forget It
02:54
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Forget it
Forget it
Forget it
Forget it
Maybe having daily thoughts ain’t really greatest
Maybe stayin fadin is how I’ll escape all my pains
Lately I’ve been pourin all my of feelings right down the drain
But maybe I can save some of em up for a rainy day
Stayin painless, plainly overrated but to say this
I had to go through a lot crazy shit and I ain’t playin
Even if a shitstorm ever mellows out, I’ll never settle down
a hurricane life is only blessed if you make it.
Forgetting a lot or baking sitting and watching
Facing forward pacing acres packing bowls all for allah
And if I really break it down here, really I’m ballin
But it’s hard to move along when so long I been caught up…
Make it what you will, but I can’t make it here with you
Anymore, too much respect for myself, so I’ll forget you
Love is what is and I love, but I don’t trust you, so don’t fuck with me
I’m sorry and I miss you.
-bridge
sup, Fuck wit me
Wassup, fuck wit me
Wassup, Fuck wit me
Wassup, fuck wit me
What’s a boy to do but float on
What’s a fuckin trick to a Kahn
What’s a day in the life of some destined for greatness
The Greatest hope for the homies boy I swear that we’ll make it
Face it. Tough times always throwin shade in my pace
But I ain’t slowin up I’ll show em up getting these As
I’m complacent, my agency’s been stripped since I been wading
These waters have me drownin and I need to make it
We need to make it
…ok
…ok
I think that we made it
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9. |
Felt Tip/Uh
02:08
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10. |
Remain Stoic
02:10
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So what I rap
could you give fuck
I don’t think you could care about
A thing I’m putting up
You could tell me I suck
But good luck deterrin
this Young master I’m a
show em up
All my work is flowin up
All my homies know it yup
All my homes are fo us
All your heads be blowin up
No way you can show us up
Unless you J. J. Abrams
With the dough and stuff
Made it and faking.
And won’t admit, young master
Backup in the stu stackin jackets
But cashfucked. Outlastin still, the
masked benefactors. Bastards redact
but I still get what I’m after
and on
and so it goes
and on
and so it goes
and on
and so I go
flowin on
untouchable
And to claim that I’m the same
When I’m anything but
Got me feelin refrainin from
Just destroyin your name
But I remain stoic, you know it
Like my row is up
Nothin getting to me
I’m a show em up
All my work is flowin up
All my homies know it yup
All my homes are fo us
All your heads be blowin up
Drum beats soundin pro and stuff
All my stats one hundred
I take my shit just slow enough
Cookin that thunder
rumble
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11. |
Back to '07
02:34
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I’m takin it back, I’m takin it back
I’m takin it back way back to ‘07
What you know about me, yeah? Prolly like zero.
I’m the fuckin mysterino, I’m the motherfuckin hero.
Oh you haven’t heard shit like this since 1986
Golden Rectangle Bitch with proportionate wit
Origin of cool, fools I cannot argue with
Man I’ll turn yo banana into a banana split
Get ripped still slip, when confronted by my sharp mind
Hard bones get split when rubbin against mine
This bitch won’t fit on my dick but in due time
I’ll have the world on it’s knees beggin me for a hot line
Hot bars, not stars, no sparkles in these eyes
I’m as real as it gets that comes as no surprise
You got plastic on your back, I got the world on mine
I been the baddest kid rappin since back in ‘09
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I’m runnin it I’m runnin it
I’m runnin it, like 2010
I’m wonderin whats so important bout where I been
I understand easy I’m getting that high again
Oh the magic has hit again like 1846
Classic as shit this track is A-list
I’m mappin out lines like a geographist
Thousands of paths flowin out of each fist
Spit this shit, get a kick, how I be spendin my time
Killin it feelin original like I am
Reel in criminals fed em to eminals cause I can
Makin the best of what I got prior the fall of man
Wallabam, kallamazoo, up in the zoo
Droppin Dr Seuss bars since 2002
An unabashed classic the bird, ya boy Cocoon
Kestrel Blue musical genius since age 2
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Cocoon Minneapolis, Minnesota
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Cocoon
Self-taught and inspired producer, lyricist, and artist with a broad scope.
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