Sirens Lyrics

I got anxiety so likely I won't show uh my face

Most remedies just tend to be either bogus or fake

This condition isn't artsy like the Mona or scream

Fretting over nothing got me in a coma asleep

A cigarette tween my fingers, my head tween my knees 

Cracks in my psyche tween a dead piece of meat

A head full of ideas a twisted tongue to speak with

I hear my ringtone in a dream and hide in a seashell 

I won't dial the phone to tell the doc I think my brains ill 

I'm too scared to even move my timeline breeds a standstill 

At jobs I feel a cookie cutter number 2 a scantron 

At home i try to find the energy to put my pants on

Like I Gotta Bubble On my Face

I'm in Hiding All the days

Deadbolt Imma Locked a way 

Try to Get me Out I Stay

Working on my dreams but even me doesn't believe in me

I think and analyze too much as such in sure I'll always be  

Anxious

So I face my day with blankets

My career is losing patience

You can see it waiting waiting

Anxious 

So I face my life a lazy

My dreams are losing patience

You can see them waiting waiting

Anxious

So I face my life with blankets

My career is losing patience

You can see it waiting waiting

Anxious 

So I face my day as painful 

My dreams are losing patience

You can see them waiting waitin

Uh basic criteria

We require that

You enjoy time 

With other people

Uh basic criteria

We require that

You enjoy time 

With other people

The basic criteria

You require thatm

I enjoy time 

With other people

The basic criteria

They require that

I enjoy time 

With other people

You can see that it got to me

I call a job when the earth stop its orbiting 

I am a vegetable minus the chlorophyll 

Been at my house I'm becoming an ornament

You'd be in luck if I open the door for you

I'm in the tunnel just digging for normalcy 

Feel I'm a freak in a circus or horror show

People are watching like tweakers at corner stores 

Anime eyes.. Glug glug waves

Spanning the tide.. tugboat aes 

Can he survive in a such low game

Banish the rival and touch home base

Take him alive with a danger in his left pocket

Get him straighten his posture 

Inhale flames like hot salsa 

How a ruler gonna get a populace that's proper?

Mi casa güey

Su casa eight blocks away

Tsunami saucy brain

You cost a lot to maintain 

Born to a time where the cost of surviving is dollars and dimes and an arm and a leg

And I don't know why but I just want to hold on to my malfunctioning head

The sirens pace the alleyways

With chip on the shoulder for forsaken castaways

For vagrants lining the gutters and gates

Goes to the dumpster to utter " your life is s waste

Get a job, we both know it'd be better with a paycheck

The vagrant, a sly smile sitting on his face, says 

"But officer your job is to harass me in the daily

If I go and get a job then you're out an occupation

Anxious

So I face my day with blankets

My career is losing patience

You can see it waiting waiting

Anxious 

So I face my life a lazy

My dreams are losing patience

You can see them waiting waiting

Anxious

So I face my life with blankets

My career is losing patience

You can see it waiting waiting

Anxious 

So I face my day as painful 

My dreams are losing patience

You can see them waiting waitin

Uh basic criteria

We require that

You enjoy time 

With other people

Uh basic criteria

We require that

You enjoy time 

With other people

The basic criteria

You require thatm

I enjoy time 

With other people

The basic criteria

They require that

I enjoy time 

With other people what the fuck?

(Ugly) Issues Song Lyrics

Lotta shit I'm really tired of 

Lots a things that really fuck me up but I ain't talking bout my mind uh

America the gorgeous

I'll tell you, I've seen people lots of colors but I never known no oranges

Till he showed up on my tv screen, my Facebook feed

A parenthesis im-practical joke, the proverbial They were like "we need help, call Alex jones"

And those that couldnt resist the throes showed up in droves with yellow snake bumper stickers

A couple Pepe pins and Richard spencer

KO!!

And the anarchists enjoy a futile victory

But the war is already lost 

When the two sides are moulded to enforce the status quo and every nuance of the truth is almost lost control with fake science

What's the hubbub over fake news?

Did anybody ever expect fox to say the truth?

Ain't the newspaper gave your grandpa that at 6am 

Every morning til the tribune splay the draft for Vietnam

If I remember right

While we're on the subject of lies

How bout the bullshit we were taught to make more racist whites

Excuse me.. "not racist" whites

Say it so much that it gotta be right.. 

And they sure know the wrong way to protest

Don't know the right but do it wrong and they'll protest

Hopeless

Let's make it about ourselves, smashing

Let's change the subject to reverse racism, and now it's all lives matter

As if all lives are in jeopardy

Statistics don't fly when your worldview is mythology

And your upbringing was obvious indoctrination

but the AI isn't smart enough to know its artificial

Zombies think they're normal

The spell includes an unawareness of spell

Or intense denial of it

That's why you constantly hearing people say that they're not racist 

If they entertained the notion they would realize it is true and they know that, subconsciously

The inner mind is powerful

It controls all your moods and you think it don't affect your worldview?

You think your body functions are the only thing it hides from you?

Everyone accepts that some memories will be repressed 

But You think your intentions or your neural pathways are all conscious?

That seems outlandish to me

This a long song but I got a lot on my mind

Why dudes talk shit on women all the time?

Talk about them like they're a necessary evil

Like Ass tits and pussy is all we keep em around for

Sex not only feels good, it boosts your fragile ego

So subconsciously you feel entitled to it because you put your self worth upon it so it becomes a game in your head to feel okay about yourself but you will never find connection cuz a game can't love you, man

Games ain't gone hold you down when you're old

And games won't put no smile on your face

Won't give you a hug or a foot rub and also you can't rub a games foot

Unless you're a hunter

You will never understand a game well enough to know what it wants for its birthday

You will never understand a game well enough to know what to say when it's sad, hell, how do you know if a game is sad? Or when it's birthday is?

What I'm saying is, don't make women into a game 

And when you quote on quote "don't score" you won't be so angry cuz you'll understand that she has aspirations and a life just like any other human and she's definitely not playing hard to get she just isn't interested in you and you'll be okay with that

Because you didn't lose anything, you just found out it wasn't right 

Where am I

LGBT humans have a right to live their life

Stop the hate, talk like its just a phase

You really believe millions and millions of people are just lying, and for what? Like they enjoy people treating them as if they're sub human? Or enjoy having to act like something they're not? Or enjoy having people tell them they're going to hell? Or enjoy that you see them as children deluded and therefore, once again, will never understand them

You'll never be okay with it because you know you're wrong and you can fight it or accept it but I fucking know you're wrong

Nighter Lyrics

Coffee on the outbreak eebra on the pull an all

Nighter on the no z's grow feet and push him off he's diver on the free fall eat shit and luminal with baccy from the RJ scar me and ruin all

 It's complex

Indexed in the compendium is all the useless stress the kept me wake check

I'm heck and perplexed I'm destined for death so my bed is a waste haste extra days 

How you gonna give me all a nighter on the weekly all I want's direct deposit all I want is healthy wallet all I want is lunch break all I want is watcha call it all I need is fun days all I need humble honest 

 But it's okay I be whipping fruit olé 

'Tato 'mato pork filet I would be ya dork today

But I absorb and tetra nabinol away and snort gourmet I can get a battle in your game and mate I force a play

I'm not a supporter of gossip

I could care less of Yolanda said blahblah 

I could care less if a customer calls corporate

I could give shits bout ya drugs in the parking lot 

 I'm not a supporter of violence 

But Still I'd be filming if I saw a riot 

I constantly hope that a cop hits a pipe head 

And I'm ready to strike when the stores getting quiet 

I'm a supporter of smoke breaks

I'm sure that the cameras be watching me closely

Side of the building I toke with the homie

Somebody want buy something I tell them to blow me

I'm a supporter of slow nights

Except when the coppersbe curling they nose like

I be a stoner I mean I am but I know I'm

Safe behind the counter my bro I got no pipes

And hobos be like yo you got a light?

Hey You Guys (Edward Carr 1 feat. Mellow Robinson)

My account balance 12 dollars

I should get a new job but I'd rather spill my knowledge 

Over hot beats like some sauce from ya mamas 

Carr got the hardcore like a body builder

And I got it the shaman flow over drum foundation pillar 

And my rhymes they holding weight like the baby in 'we're the millers' 

You go turn the page and I'll continue turning tillers

In the dirt I find the salt of the earth really

On the topic I'm hardest fossil you could find in crates

Sell it for a dime today

I really gotta find a way

Since I'll probably do this music till my dying day

I really wanna get paid 

That'd be peng but I'm dreaming so just listen to the lyrics instead

Hear them in your head hear me screaming from my desk

I heard you say you're tired of the same nonsense

But you don't look over here, I'm the outsider option

If I think you'll really listen I'm out my Bologna 

But im still screaming

Hey you guys

Listen to my rhymes ay 

Ay you guys listen to my rhymes ay

Beat so dope I had to make 2 songs for it

Floor it with the petals to the metaphors brought nuances and the sauces 

that is too much lasagna noodles for the simpletons a little discipline you can get with this

Major combination codes

Lying on the teeth like an honest person Knows 

can a soundcloud rapper stray the nation from abomination road?

All this and more at 10 lots of info shit that you should know 

How I wanna wander away

How I got a lot of wordplay

How the songs have taught learning

All I got from mistakes 

How I kinda hate the radio

How I got no checks that payable 

How I'm broke ain't no parable 

Either careless or terrible 

I'm biased, but I think I'm relatable 

Got a line I can bring to the table uh

I'll sample your song and won't pay you for it

Tell them to listen and they ignore me

So I gotten me the Facebook door key

I gave my soul to Satan for it

Now impatient waiting for it

Hoping it don't take more years 

So I figure I'd reach more ears

If I go out on the corner screaming

Balance (Flower Mao feat. Mellow Robinson)

Uh.. I'm tryna find a balance 

All I want is music but I gotta fucked up finance 

And I've no money but I be bumping bobble head 

Up in my room for hours scour the Internet

For a sample of instruments I can use for beats 

Make it dope but I need weed I call the pusher man 

I Need a nug or two but I ain't buggin need a piece 

Smoking on the Kush again

Ahhgh 

I'm tryna find a balance 

Finding time for music truly proves to be a challenge 

And I want to be on-ly making bopping tunes

But Uh paying the bills is never opportune 

Catch me in 8 dollar shoes burning expensive cigarettes and saying that my feet are hurting

You'd think of me differently if we met in person 

Might seem audacious in my spitting but reality I'm nervous 

I'm worried that I won't find a balance

It's sounding

Like I've given up the fight and gone down wind

But really I'm just tryna find a balance  

Uh

I only work for nourishment and rapping is my passion

Uh

My life a normal life but my songs a glimpse of madness

Dashing is the mirage of after a wave half of my days making collages 

Tryna make the words on them honest, honest, I've been tryin hard to publish all this

I'm tired of this

I need a music pusherman so I can work my fucking day job till I get a break from the cyanide

By and by I'm a silent guy

I got millions of megabytes of music that you would prolly like

But instead I'm working 9-5 just for a little change that I can survive 

I'm worried that I won't find a balance

It's sounding

Like I've given up the fight and gone down wind

But really I'm just tryna find a balance

Man.. Who's got time for balance?

Personally I think the calendar is full of malice

And the clock on the wall is ticking for its own enjoyment 

Taunting our futile lives with repetitive noises

8 hours sleep that's a third of my day

8 hours after that just working away

Eat shit shower that's another hour now I've seven for several debts and wanna bump a beat loud

 I'm just tryna find a balance 

Too much time is spent worrying about my finance 

I want a vacation to get my songs to a science

I wanna make more noise, too often I am silent

I just wanna be honesty with the bumping tunes

I gotta make lyrics that will be touching you

Gotta get on stage, check one two

Gotta stop being nervous and not fret so much

I'm worried that I won't find a balance

Never go down wind

tryna find a balance

white horus: culture hunter

Lyrics

Culture Hunter

Sample of Amy kinda ruined the beat 
Diggin the bees knees easy pull it to pieces 
and it ain't no new thing why do I still do this? 
why am I still wanting to reduce and pollute this when I am in love with it 
we despise insincerity 
Am I a picture of America? barely
A piece of white america certainly I'm a worthless appropriator on the surface good intentioned but below I don't know
Is this a low blow?
Is this the go home?
They might call me trash
As a matter of fact
A battering ram for the chattering sheeple and damned I'd say they have to understand but that's my mirror talk 
But the fear can craft an ego bias try this mind game pass the time so I'm prolly last in line the trash in rhyme
With flaccid lines I'm asinine But that might be anxiety talking inside my mind
Or it might be likely fact of life after 9
I'm mad of mind I pack a pipe to pass the time
I owe every damned line to some great black mastermind
I owe them much, Gil for the drums but the sample of Amy kinda ruined the beat
Diggin the bees knees but bee gees pulled it to pieces 
and it ain't no new thing why do I still do this 
why am I still wanting to reduce and pollute this when I am in love with it 

White Horus

Chinese chicken 
Japanese Tanuki on my shirt
Smoking Turkish cigarettes and Afghan Kush till my eyes hurt
Drink Kahlua Tequila Svedka Jarritos and Bob Marley's mellow mood
I know some people who do yoga
Some people that do martial arts
Some people that listen to Eminem, Post Malone Izzy and Macklemore
I listen to Aesop Rock
I listen to Bob Dylan
I used to like Elvis,The Beatles, Led Zeppelin
Tryna find replacements for my old favorites
But they so underground it's hard to find a playlist
Who inspired Aesop? 
Who inspired 21 pilots?
Who inspired Dire Straits Led Zep Bob Dylan Beatles The Who, who? Doors The Dead Rush Sinatra Eminem Elvis System of a Down? Who inspired them??
The greats were hardly that it's turning out
Look for a great the great got great off of 
The king of a genre they'll tell us
They couldn't cream for Chuck Berry so they made Elvis
It's some bullshit some people been smelling
We been stuffing our noses with our poorly imitated dreads and white stumble rap flow 
we can't make it the same although the biased masses say it's better than the grassroots, the public says so
It's really embarrassing if you know the way it aught to go
I'm ashamed to be a part of it on some minuscule level Idiot

Samples:

Gil Scott-Heron - I Think I'll Call It Morning
Amy Winehouse - I Love You More Than You'll Ever Know
Peter Willshire - Eye Of Horus (Déjà Vu)

1st World Problems

0.6 Lyrics

I'm broke as fuck, but still got more than some other people

I'm broke as fuck, but still got more than some other people

We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things

And go out to eat like we ain't got a microwave

Broke as all nothing

Still spending money

We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things

And can't help others cuz we got them lights the pay 

Broke as all nothing

Still spending money

And we're off to the slums to build a multi million dollar stadium on top of poor people's places of residence sentiments to the denizens but our entertainment is more important than your survival it's in the bible, or something, Christian nation remember a nation under God since '54 forget the poor and Jesus' words I mean

Why we ain't helping the homeless

Why are there still poor people

America is our golden home plate

Forget the rags on 3rd base

Cuz we're broke as fuck 

(but you still got more than some other people)

Yeah, but We're still broke as fuck

(I mean still a lot more than some other people)

Well We're more broke than some other people 

(yeah but still got more than some other people)

....

(Got so much more than some other people)

We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things

And waste our cheese like we can't cut the mold away

Broke as all nothing

Still spending money

We got no money cuz we buy the nicest things

And gotta spend our pay before its pulled away

Broke as all nothing

Still spending money

And we're off to exhibit B it's a busy busy bee pollinating the plants we eat

But lately the population is in decrease 

And 40% of the food used in the USA

Is thrown away somewhere down the consumer lane

It's a shame we come to this opulence the opposite of what it aughta be

Obviously we got no common sense 

Somebody somewhere can't get water to wet their throat

And over here Im complaining that I'm fucking broke

It's pretty stupid considering I got a lot more than other people 

I'm not really broke

I'm not really broke all at, I got enough

I got no money cuz I buy the nicest things

And go out to eat like I ain't got a microwave

Broke as all nothing

Still spending money

I got no money cuz I buy the nicest things

And can't help others cuz I got them lights the pay 

Broke as all nothing

Still spending money

0.4 Lyrics

Back in the day when everything would go good

 I might be able to swing even with no push 

In those days I, I suppose should,

Have felt so good so good

But now I'm on resorts of my own like Bo Bush and now I've got the blues

So Put on my shoes, you'll notice things ain't so good

I don't know why the fuck I be complaining man

I got everything I need and live a decent life

No matter what I got sometimes I'm feeling different man

Wake up, wanna dream forever, Peter Pan

My girl like.. Santa got my letters

Said he can do it and he'll do me one better

She holds me when my dopamine is in the zone of Irish setter

She knows I'm insecure and so she tied the tether 

And I'm just tryna keep it together

So many people all depend on me tomorrow 

My job pays good and I'm off on the weekends

I still fear the dive board, lost in the deep end

Chilling in a shed behind my house that's made of plywood

A stray cat walks in, sees my lap and climbs aboard

His broken tail somehow reminds my of my childhood

When I was young and really felt that times were good

Uh

When everything would go good

 I might be able to swing even with no push 

In those days I, I suppose should,

Have felt so good so good

But now I'm on resorts of my own like Bo Bush and now I've got the blues

So Put on my shoes, you'll notice things ain't so good

And I know that others have it worse

I'm sorry that I Bitch so much

The leaves are falling quickly In my head

I've got an illness that draws me to my bed

And draws me in a light untrue to self I see myself as lose I'm blue and there's nothing I can do but recognize that it's not true and know it will get better and it has, however slowly, as a snail I'm fond of comparing myself to 

I was there when hell froze 

I'll be here when you let go

Never that

Down battlefeild in a Buick bumping blu and homeboy sand

I do love my modern music.. Back then I was bumping the church hymns 

When everything would go good

 I might be able to swing even with no push 

In those days I, I suppose should,

Have felt so good so good

But now I'm on resorts of my own like Bo Bush and now I've got the blues

So Put on my shoes, you'll notice things ain't so good