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1. Sleepless (prod. Astronote)

  • Published: 2014-01-31T23:27:49Z
  • By ENxVE
Sleepless (prod. Astronote)

Sleepless with my zenith and Parisian beauty feeding me some peaches as we ponder how to conquer lifeless beaches, peeping beacons like the Northern Light that seeks from a tower, in an hour we'll proceed to scour bills of green from heathens, it's the Borealis Challenge, catch a wisp of the ethereal, satiric til the realness of invisible prison visits, we're pigeons just pillaging pittance, picking the digits of State Farmers and H&R blockers, chalking figures up so all the cake we supposed to eat don't make the cut, the flavor sucks cause now my gut is rumbling tenaciously Pays to be complacent and engage in the chicanery, but We more advanced than this capitalist catastrophe, Chastity made us thirsty, the soda opened the cavities So naturally, dance in the black of the Glass Menagerie Cracking the supernatural, laughing at the depravity, Masking the true anatomy latticed in human acids, deoxyribonucleic with extra shots of the adenine I'm glad to be an advocate of blasphemy I'd rather be lunatic attuned to the moon altering gravity than float upon the tides of cerebral muscular atrophy I'm nasty see, but you and I are just a vowel away A realization and an ounce of Holy Moses straight to the face Believe what you believe but believe me B, we'll be great When we collaborate mentally and raise the bar for the stakes I kissed my dreams and my lover Stitching seams of a fate that seemed like another's Words never uttered but our actions enacting the crack of the thunder And sending the lightning asunder Yo it's a long way off but the love keeping us strong, the love keeping us strong It's a long way off but the love keeping us strong, the love keeping us stong Engineered/Mixed/ Mastered: Osaro Ogedengbe

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2. Chefron (prod. Chef Gold)

  • Published: 2015-07-31T16:40:07Z
  • By ENxVE
Chefron (prod. Chef Gold)

facebook:www.facebook.com/ENxVETheNamelessVagrant twitter: @ENxVE instagram: @silverkingfisher email: [email protected] [pzndrt] bootleg video: http://uploaded.net/file/wv7fweci Oh God he's an ogre with dreads Toned like an ochre and over ya head Poke her to fold, get the clothes off the bed If a Joker could flow I'd have broken his deck In the cut with his Queen, dug in her suite With a spade that was pumped til it ruptured her spleen Ace on the track, maverick actually strafe on ya trap Naturally batter the lames with a dap that was caked In a pathogen baked in a lab, dangerous raps Chase dames with a paper snare, go green Or the race gonna praise the hare, eat dreams When I feast Imma take ya there, to the depths of the grave where the stakes is rare, and the bones are dust Recomposed in the throes of a Cobra Clutch Throw a bow for the bozos stoked when the clones go global And all the old folks homes close, make a young God tow stones That are chained to his braids, new slaves with the same old song Onomatopoeia with the boom bap slap Five point exploding heart technique snap Like the band on the arm that ingest that smack Damn, hold up lemme run that back Pull the brace from the lock Faking out the jakes when the chase pull a stop, clutch Brake for the rocks, plates from a spot Far away from the spot that he paid the garage "I don't wanna see you in my state when I box" While they aim for his shocks he evade all the shots With a grip on the curves of the strip he emerge Through the shield of the whip with a sawed-off Make a pig jaw soft, blasted Back in the action of smashing a faction of asslicks Clapping the ratchet backwards Fashion is flashing the anklet that's tracking his damage Maxing the plastic of bankers, phantom extractor Detracting the cash from the cache of a chancellor Scrapping with cancer, call it a tax Trained in the art of attacks this fiscal assassin is strapped With the stats from the taps of the faxes and facts That the Feds let him snatch, pressed him to rat Once as a vet, now just a ghost in the shell Doing work where his hands getting wet Didn't take kindly to threats when they stepped to his set Tried to put the lead in his chest so he left with the intel Dipped like quills, blood in his inkwell streak type kills Hot on his trail with the feline skills, when they pounce He announce why he still type ill, why he still type ill why he still type ill Brotha on the run with the truth In a cage, in a coupe, in the booth Whatchu gonna do? Money put a flame to the fuel Got his name on the jewels when he move Whatchu gonna do? Sharks make waves in the pool Til he breaking they fins, making soup Whatchu gonna do? Gotta say grace for the food, I'm allergic to fakes achoo. Engineered: Osaro Ogedengbe

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3. (N)(V) (Prod. Lanzo)

  • Published: 2014-02-10T16:47:15Z
  • By ENxVE
(N)(V) (Prod. Lanzo)

Normally vociferous vindicating verbal numismatists venturing near villainous nepotism vesiculate natures naming venerated nemesis niggas non-obligatory victims nicking vanity visions volley neurotic vernacular vocalized via nymphomatic vitality nuzzle Valkyries valiantly, voyeuristic neutrality non-viable Nietzschean values vacuuming notions never negotiable N, V, new vogue, nameless vagrant, nouveau Non-stop no variety, viral video nude vixens neutering vibrancy N, V, new vogue, nameless vagrant, nouveau Non-stop no variety, viral video nude vixens neutering vibrancy Noisiest Vatican valedictorians voicing void nominal non-sense notorious vagabonds, nefarious vassalage vermicious narrators near Nazareth nagging niggas vicarious nonchalance nauseous navigating new nativity natureless virility vicegerent virginity nihilist vernility vanguarding necrophiliac nighstalkers, nice vultures nocturne nightwalkers N, V, new vogue, nameless vagrant, nouveau Non-stop no variety, viral video nude vixens neutering vibrancy N, V, new vogue, nameless vagrant, nouveau Non-stop no variety, viral video nude vixens neutering vibrancy **********Voltaire's Nosehairs********** Engineered/Mixed/ Mastered: Osaro Ogedengbe

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4. You Must Believe In Spring (prod. ONEHALFHUMAN)

  • Published: 2015-04-06T17:53:57Z
  • By ENxVE
You Must Believe In Spring (prod. ONEHALFHUMAN)

You must believe in spring, You musta thought being a King meant gripping 24 carats, and opening the carriage for a peachy princess, parading your maiden through a maelstrom of "oohs" "ahhs" and "look at her dress, its such a custom fit" You're loving it, You must believe in spring, Stoned on the banks of Rosetta's ebb and flow like an adamant poet laureate with love locked in a lack luster Adam's apple, storing bits of forget-me-nots inside a ziploc, waiting for the perfect time to drop a fragment of sandstone in the ripples and wish for 30 more seconds in this oasis of untouched oxygen, You must believe in spring, You must read Walt Whitman poems in your spare time and call your girlfriend over for warm tea, so you can stare in her eyes and remember what the sun is, dapping your foreheads with warm rays to remind you natures cold shoulder can't endure, forever, and it wont, be arriving, for a while, for today, you must believe in spring Pockets filled with posies if you catch me feeling sappy, cause right now I don't have time for any anger, leave a note and kiss it with those lips I see you often biting so my mind can trace a tattoo of the pattern (x2) You must believe in spring, And epithets of Romeo and Juliet without the tragedy, he knew he knew you best, And the last laugh is only attached to the tap of an icon that reads end call, so the end all is when you're back in bed with hickies, a bare backside and half eaten cherries atop the night stand with a candle streaking fuschia on the granite surface I've heard of this song, A bird of paradise taught me the melody Verily so I'm blowing O's into the ozone with solfeggio tones so we can meet somewhere in the astral space, Where you become my cosmic muse and hold that Odalisque effortlessly Pockets filled with posies if you catch me feeling sappy, cause right now I don't have time for any anger, leave a note and kiss it with those lips I see you often biting so my mind can trace a tattoo of the pattern Engineered/Mastered by Osaro Ogedengbe

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5. Sunny Faubus (prod. ADP)

  • Published: 2014-03-19T23:19:03Z
  • By ENxVE
Sunny Faubus (prod. ADP)

Okay, it's just another one of those days, waking up congested Drink a beer and take some Flonase Room is full of stories from the night before, there's no way that those drawers that are on the floor are really yours, maybe they're in the hallway Scratching the balls and bump into walls, can't even walk straight Niggas is passed out contorted in corners and doorways 40 different spots for assorted spillage and foreplay, ounce for an ounce trounce for a trounce, she could do it all day, And we did That's how we ended up here in the crib, had a couple of sips and it's Animal House all up in this bitch, this joint was, Dazed and Confused and that stereo-tip, niggas had lampshades on they heads, gettin' lit, scratching that itch, Tryna wild out, pounce on a feline with her blouse down, what's the last sound you hear before your significant other chows down? Prolly the lighter click, splitting the roach, spitting the smoke Getting the dopest of dome as your shawty imposes her piercing Steering to rock on the boat, Titanic flow, Dicaprio wake up on the shore of a dream in a dream on that manic flow and it's magical how far a cash transaction go But you know, 2.25 for a 40 and a fat dimo is good if you just chilling You ain't gotta have plans, Just, do your thing Okay, it's just another one of those days Stand on the stoop exposed to solar rays that got my tone blazed Two shades darker went from an Iceberg to a Romaine Sour Diesel to Blackberry Kush, crossbreed all the codenames Toxic like aspartame my raps pertain to growing pains and generally getting fucked up sometimes, yeah I know it's lame Breaking the fourth wall, being forthright, forced left off the stage cause niggas don't really wanna hear what goes on inside of your brain Keep it simple, just the essentials, vegetables and some lentils to hold him over until he makes dough off the shit he does with his pencil, Hitting critical mass, steaming from the kettle, steep the tea leaves and keep it peachy, parental discretion advised this isn't PG, But I invite her Vitamin P on my Vitamin D and we can absorb the nutrients that get us both higher than Green Peace And believe me, please use protection I don't wanna be responsible for inspiring teen pregnancies.... Like, actually. Engineered/Mixed/ Mastered: Osaro Ogedengbe

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6. Goats (prod. Art Vandelay)

  • Published: 2014-07-06T20:21:39Z
  • By ENxVE
Goats (prod. Art Vandelay)

cuttin' loose here. I hope that one day I'm taller than half of the Knick's starters Go harder than all of San Francisco's same sex partners Release the same album five times and call it The Carter The write my name in every subway car with felt marker Cop a new Prius, trade it in for a Dodge Charger Cause I want my departure to be gassy like a chronic farter Unchartered, my brain's Louisiana before the Purchase The force before a disturbance, acne-pussy epidermis Uncontrolled, don't ask a high price and get undersold as that unturned stone gets colder than frozen ice cream cones, this ice-y flow go, straight into that eye-piece hoe Don't try me though cause I'm inclined to throw another fast-ball special, oxidize my claws to be the vessels of your peril With adamantium metal make you sterile My steeze stay feral like wild beasts, I'll compile beats and rip 'em in half with these vile teeth, took a mild leap Tripped rifts and rode elephants into God's Hand Pushed canoes along the mists of moonlit cliffs and drop in Swallowed dark matter so our masses aren't constant but alternate in quadrants, a Saintly Beasts' composite, Amalgamated Dragon, Chimera, Tortoise and Bird King Fraction, a slight spectre distorted, steadily lurking Pieces upon pieces in multiverses I'm searching for multiple word versions of currents in wordless chirping What's your twitter @? You'll catch these riddles when I litter that Block me bitch and watch your followers retweet the shit I spat, it's the niche I grab, some call it kitsch I call it Similac, deficient in the crap you think is fundament to written raps I laugh at cats who think I'm whack because they're wasting time, Letting their craft get fat and lazy while critiquing mine Get out the trap, that place is poison to your weakened mind Unless you're happy in that palace full of bleeding swine For me these seats are fine, ya'll take the passenger, I'll keep the drive and crack a hole in atmospheres, I'll master fear, surpass my peers then grab a beer and toast to never loving these hoes, but finding Gardens of Eden to eat in, eating the sweetest lips these worlds could know, so fuck control We roll with Deus Ex Machina, call it an affidavit I promise we'll topple ya, popping thermometers cause this fuego burn Ya'll need to wait your turn and feel the force as fate affirm This process presented by, gravity overruled After transcendent suspension we'll try to leave you clues Of how to hit this dimension, I guarantee you'll lose, I guarantee you'll lose, I guarantee you'll lose This process presented by, gravity overruled After transcendent suspension, we'll try to leave you clues Of how to hit this dimension I guarantee you'll lose, I guarantee you'll lose, I guarantee you'll lose Engineered/Mixed/Mastered: Osaro Ogedengbe

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7. Draft 04

  • Published: 2014-10-28T23:36:51Z
  • By ENxVE
Draft 04

Recurrent EP. Tales of transcendence, tongue in cheek humor and a dash of ego rap hyperbole. Cause who doesn't want a bit of that?

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8. 1-800 hello?

  • Published: 2016-12-08T20:56:55Z
  • By ENxVE
1-800 hello?

1-800 hello?: please don't hit my line anymore please don't hit my line anymore please don't hit my line anymore please don't hit my line anymore please don't hit my line anymore please don't hit my line anymore This doesn't have to be anything, this could be everything This doesn't have to be anything, this could be everything This doesn't have to be anything, this could be everything This doesn't have to be anything, this could be everything I gotta go, I need my phone, I'm sorry that I couldn't stay I need some space, to be alone, yeah 1-800 hello? can you keep it mellow? yes 1-800 hello? can you keep it mellow? yes Our love doesn't have to be mimosas Drugs or drunken sex in small enclosures We could talk across the seas in sober Tones recalling prose and old aromas I could smell the lust that you deferred Declined to meet where bodies oft converge Hold me close and boundaries tend to blur When everything I think I want is yours Friend zone escape attempts have got me pessimistic But I'm tryin' hard to see What you mean when you persist that our relationship Is like an ancient odyssey Brujeria in ya cauldron got me Slipped the potion, posed and said "I'm sorry" Getting harder when you right beside me I'm just tryna ask you this politely "Do you wanna travel to the ends of the Earth? I got plans, I got frequent flyer miles, I got perks You like xans, I like coffee, so the combination work When you're down, I am up Imma switch when we reverse Get the collar and the chains Wear the skirt like you in church My desire sacrilegious tryna not be such a jerk It's that Scoprio behavior, yeah Zodiac attraction catch the chasm Watch the passion, passive aggro-status Got me grasping tryna see what I be lacking Maybe I'm not what you need, Maybe my version of trust is what's making you grieve Maybe that's just how it be Baby I'm tryna be with you there's no guarantee That all of this talking in confidence conference calling and common sense won't break the peace So I'll take my leave, if that's what you need I gotta go, I need my phone, I'm sorry that I couldn't stay I need some space, to be alone, yeah 1-800 hello? can you keep it mellow? yes 1-800 hello? can you keep it mellow? yes

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9. Draft 01

  • Published: 2014-10-28T23:36:53Z
  • By ENxVE
Draft 01

Recurrent EP. Tales of transcendence, tongue in cheek humor and a dash of ego rap hyperbole. Cause who doesn't want a bit of that?

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10. fshtx. (prod. pzndrt)

  • Published: 2015-05-07T07:32:39Z
  • By ENxVE
fshtx. (prod. pzndrt)

Duplicate, duplicate, get the fucking rumors straight Leaving clone rappers salty, one sodium glutamate DOOMed for days, doofus shouldn't do it with that fu fu lame No I'm not widdit, burning bridges so you lose your lane Fuck the fickle minded famous faces faking empathy Fatal on my wave, terrain torrential with this entropy Next to me, nothing is contained Chaos incarnate sparring jargon with your favorite lyricist And bringing carnage, very venomous, Catching nemeses with this baretta spit Acid at edifice, deafening threats of lesser etiquette Bet if it's on suspension with titties and ass next to it Most of these Joe Shmoes blow they credit Just for the rental whip But I be cruising on the astral tip Paddle swift through the shadows And blast some shrapnel that's dazzling Cosmic conscious the catalyst Got these mantras to manage it Living through better chemistry Pondering how to vanquish this Mortal soul and ascend The portal told me be friends With the glowing gold of the aura That emanate from my sin And I see it all on my kin We the travelling pack of paladins Powerhousing your palaces Shouting loud like I'm Alduin How it taste? Palette it. Save a plate. Pay for table service taking longer Than a non-existent Dre album And pounce with these pouty mouthed Amazonians Nameless used to be lonely Back then they ain't really want me But now that I'm hot? Shit, I'm just a crass classless Crash your pad and smash your glasses Not as rad as much as savage Sapien of silent madness Making poignant arguments with pointed barbs and story arcs And leave you hella pixelated like a Porygon It's a next gen game boy. Engineered: Joshua Pleeter

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11. Draft 03

  • Published: 2014-10-28T23:36:51Z
  • By ENxVE
Draft 03

Recurrent EP. Tales of transcendence, tongue in cheek humor and a dash of ego rap hyperbole. Cause who doesn't want a bit of that?

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12. Wim (prod. Chef Gold)

  • Published: 2013-08-16T23:03:09Z
  • By ENxVE
Wim (prod. Chef Gold)

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13. Draft 02

  • Published: 2014-10-28T23:36:53Z
  • By ENxVE
Draft 02

Recurrent EP. Tales of transcendence, tongue in cheek humor and a dash of ego rap hyperbole. Cause who doesn't want a bit of that?

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14. Jesse Scott - Addictions (Ft. ENxVE, The Nameless Vagrant x Nicole Brown (Produced By Chaslin)

  • Published: 2013-11-11T22:02:29Z
  • By 3rd & 9th
Jesse Scott - Addictions (Ft. ENxVE, The Nameless Vagrant x Nicole Brown (Produced By Chaslin)

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15. ENxVE & antitune- Recurrent

  • Published: 2014-10-28T23:36:54Z
  • By ENxVE
ENxVE & antitune- Recurrent

Recurrent EP. Download link: https://antitune.bandcamp.com/album/recurrent Tales of transcendence, tongue in cheek humor and a dash of ego rap hyperbole. Cause who doesn't want a bit of that? Draft 01: I'll frog splash into a tall glass of cabernet See five stars and fall flat as the opposite of heavy-weight And relegate the steps I missed to counterbalance gravity With more immediate regret for trying hard to drown in it Sounds as if my pigeon-toed predispose Is a product of being told I'm a prodigal son But not believing it much Bleeding from fisticuff confrontation with concrete Calmly cursing the name of God that I still oddly subscribe to Go figure. With the excess of seven C-sections To remove a premature child From the womb Too soon I stitch these notebooks and manic scratchings as proof That I think, therefore your Cartesian suppositions of my ‘am’ Aren’t really that definitive If this were a house of distorted mirrors, I’d look like DeNiro Fostering egotistical moments of validation, but fuck it You looking at me, directing this mental traffic and asking ‘Why this Gil Scott wannabe wanna be rapping?’ Well it’s as simple as Coca-Cola’s revenue generating pie charts Generally beneficial with a tight arc like a good jump shot And barring any assumption made about the fact that I spit paint thinner I do fundamentally want to change the way this game is played That haterade must taste like piss You must be angry at your father for leaving when you were six And on my six is the backstage with a bag of doobie snacks Cause it took time to get to the bottom of this mystery Why do people expect me to use the term swag excessively? How does Kelly Ripa manage to stay on daytime television? Would I be relevant trying to evoke the spirit of Emory Douglas? Should I be offended that half of you stop listening when I close the rhyme scheme? Let’s keep it rhetorical, the Oracle warned me that you mortals Would chortle at my cordial invitation to stop and smell the rose And if this prose is so ineffable as efforts would lead me to believe Then why my decibel levels taste so delectable on your palate? This challenge is for anyone who still owns a palm pilot, dubs mixtapes on TDK cassettes Or watches Nick-at-Nite, if you think I’m kicking it old school on some 3:16 shit Grab whatever beer you’re drinking, raise it up, and give me a ‘Hell Yeah’, hell yeah This isn’t party time music, I didn’t ask you to dance, don’t pop that molly I’ll ruin your high and laugh at your misery And after all this disharmonious wordplay over Antitune’s I’m positive some of you will still be trying to label us I’m a fucking curmudgeon, sorry, my soul is the oldest of all my brothers By blood and through spirit, spearing these other suckas We ushering eras where clout and cowardice disavow how about it you claim to be I was born for this shit. Draft 02: Welcome the strange doctor, diagnosing Pagliacci's chronic dysthymia And timing the acute anxiety to strike, So it's pricier A pig farmer doing wetwork for Big Pharma, flipping kickstarters and Pinching Lincolns to get farther/ see those money grubbing, good for nothing but a script, logistic tipping Pinkertons be meddling with my objections to this shit Call it my inner conscience conversing with Gods beyond this body I'm confident Wellbutrin wouldn't render me better Relative terminology cast away to the wayside, Imma wade in these waters Children and bob for the knowledge/before I rest on the patent pleather accoutrements offered I'll kick my feet on the ottoman,counting goats because sheep are for pussies Push me, I'm feeling like McMurphy after 30,000 volts My brain is mushy, I called my bookie, I told him that I'm all in on the joke cause when I sleep my life is kushy with these loop dreams It's Groundhog Day and I'm eating poutine, talking to groupies, gawking at loosies jog in they Newbies, it's the routine, at the root of my rudiment I scribble on looseleaf may not look beast but I got the juice B, that's me on your newsfeed Fuck the hypebeasts, tag Fish on your IG when you post that heinie He want them legs and breasts in a light creme with Pinot Grigio and a rice steam with bloody Ice Creams from curb stomping these corn balls tryna get hyphy Vibing to those buck beats like Stymie to your Buckwheat A less credited progenitor getting better as sediment settles to the bottom of his gut cause he eat dirt and burp carbon/ breathing life into an air space of static, I'm Virgil Hawkins grabbing at trash can lids, playing hero and winning Oscars Yeah, act like you know me or get off my street of opioids, sloppy with the wakizashi chopping you shinobi toys/ I'm listening to Nujabes, ya'll bumping to Los Lonely Boys That's why I put the latex on my hands, these prints are ghostly boy I'll radiate the lambda changing deltas into barren wastelands and raise the spirit of Gojira just to decimate your cities with these witty barbs Your biddies get my stiffy hard, particularly, that dime you keep upon your arm because She caught the dino and de-note how to deep throat and squeak like Kuriboh, in a peacoat with a vest strapped to her chest full of kilos for the dreamboat, you know the stilo The piece that'll spread cheeks for raw libido, run the one train on Migos and say she did it all for a C-Note/ I've got a problem, an addiction for turning Mary Magdalenes to practicing cabaret fanatics that get wet when they hear me cackling I'm dragging my reputation to Hell in the hand basket that carried all the eggs I been stacking since I got nice, these lights are bright when I catch floaters, shudder and pass over the past hour and a half/ And I'm still on my shrink's sofa Fuck,I feel like I'm my own enemy Smiles, filling files for the remedies Next week, same time, same dilemma, these drugs keep me awake forever. Forever.I'll be wasting away forever, forever, I'll be wasting away forever. Draft 03: If I told I was Christ would you listen? If I told you roll the dice would you risk it? If I told you that your life was licensed fiction, would you live it? Would you get livid, or just dismissive? Speculate riddles, this ego fiddles with percepts Per step it turns pure purpose into disturbance Your worst friends, and best enemies bend beziers Swallow your pride and get curved, they whack anyway  You’ll medicate Self-deprecate jokes elevate that mental state Born alone and dead with the leaden weight If Heaven made Satan then anyone could be hella fake Holding their composure with cellophane and some vellum tape Casting an anchor in anger it seems crucial And better than admitting your Devils can see through you The star that warns of the morning star that mourns in the morning Could be useful in proving that not all angels have scruples But that’s what you’re used to Basking in sadness and dapping Debbies that doubt In the thankless labor of language, of course they want your course To be slack jawed, languid and slacked off, through a trap door That attracts bad thoughts as bad as you asked for Cause you asked for it And sat sorting a sad sordid path while scorching grass Before the mast that wore the albatross’ course If I told you I was Christ would you listen? If I told you roll the dice would you risk it? My bad I ate your plums, they were delicious These frozen lips propose the coldest kisses So listless as I hear the patter pitter of a heart that’s rather bitter Sipping nectar from a trough of shallow habits And if you were a rabbit I would snap the little piggies on your feet And hack that ankle so my fortune’s guaranteed I know you’d hate me but I’d relish in your suffering And pray you’d run away but never leave Of course I know you best, of course I love you Why else would I message you with text that’s so obtuse It’d leave a normal soul perplexed? I guess I’ll be the shitty shrink providing whiskey drinks And batting pretty lashes while the city sinks I guess If I told you I was Christ, you would listen If I told you roll the dice, you would risk it Peter Piper picked some things he thought delicious But they lit his buds aflame and had him wishing that he hadn’t bitten And Cinderella thought the fella made her smitten, so Why he got her sweeping, doing dishes? Dig it The sun refused to shine, your six was nine, the mountains found the sea And now as much as then you find your zen while lying sound asleep I’m popping in every now and again I wear a mask so that you can pretend That you have anyone to blame But yourself, now and again Draft04: I vote we smoke and make the madness stop, amble in this tar, deposit mastodons It’s ebony and ivory that master wants, do not dance the jawn and shuck That jive is tied to tryptophan, they sleep my G? I peeped That’s why my peeps put thrax on ceiling fans, so breathe in peace The snow you sneeze is seasonal with climate shifts, these eyes persist To find the slits and hiss betwixt the finance slips The finest print, you mind, and whiff the shit, lupine These senses howl, bow before this cowl breaks  and canines feast on rattlesnakes There's basilisks in my cabinet, there's serpents in my ballot box I vote we smoke and make the madness stop. My vision 20/20, I rock these spectacles just so my lasers don’t cut these honies Exchanging dangerous gazes, laughing like they know me, funny And if they know me, lucky, they could pass a dutch, Imma smoke then I’m ghost I don’t fuck with these hoes and you know I’m a nice guy normally but normally butt of the joke what I be, stunt socially dumb cause I’m done with ya breed cause you’re used, bait at the gates for the fools to consume/ slap on the wrist tryna challenge the kid in the ring with that Loose kung fu/ wing chun smack how the water adapt to a fool, fluid in fact get ya blacks and your blues/ call your masseuse and the prime time news, tell em Nameless is dangerous gracing the loops, I’m a rube with the streak of a loser, a hoosier binging at Hooters, tryna make shmooves in the booth---- [Insert idealized rant about being distracted by temporary vices, like attractive women and excessive consumption of marijuana, so as to avert the gaze of the very deliberate injustices that exist in the world on a day to day basis] There's basilisks in my cabinet, there's serpents in my ballot box I vote we smoke and make the madness stop Draft 05: I am rap’s rebuttal to Anne Coulter’s raging menopause String shot and harden are sex jokes for trainers with Metapods I’ve never had baklava nor have I ever been to Lebanon But when I do, I’ll raise a fist for Bronson and void my debit card If the namesake of exchange rates is inflated currency I’d rather exchange dates because food would be more fruitful I’ll volley clementines at immigration lines in Mali when I dap a Japanese musician tuning a shamisen My jajanken is hereby undefeated, which is pretty strange Cause I’m not the best at math and I had to drop AP Statistics I’ve had the same Christmas wish list since I was six Cause Toriyama won’t be quick to lease his Saiya-jin figures to Todd MacFarlane I often disrespect margins imposed on my locutions Be they social normatives or those ugly pink ones in my notebook I loathe the word wholesome as an irreconcilable misnomer Because you have to take the good with the bad, forever and always Put another hook here Tell em why you’re so dope Talk about your team even though all these tracks are dolo Act like you’re the trillest shit since Lesnar flipped the Big Show And broke the ring, put another verse into the spoken sling Swing David, fuck these other cats, you finna get famous and get wasted Wasting hunnid stacks on chicks to strip naked and live faded Praising deities you found on a Wiki-page, commit the script to memory for 50 days and witty exchange, for a pitiless game, let ya city proclaim That you were pithily raised from its shitty terrain And then convince the world they owe you something For being a semi-self aware orator in a land of gilded dream chasers A geek rap aficionado that’s only referencing Virgil if he’s wielding Yamato Made leaps from a hollow to a sword bloody, sangre espada, destroying sonatas Like cannonballs launched from armadas, I gotcha, ahead of the curve and behind Gimme time and space to manifest and I can show you how the snake entwine Forsaking lines for parabolas, passing Excalibur back to the King  Cause all I need is a quill and a manager/ blasting neurovascular raps Becoming ambassador to the synapses snapping and making ya brain spasm In fact, where the train travel is tracked to my main bastion Of slap happy rhetorical banter, insane tantrums to body the prose Unprofessional but I body the flows with the snottiest nose Like an obvious cold, I’ll be the humblest prince grown from the cockiest toad I just assumed you would’ve already known. Peace. Blessings from the 99SUBLIME. Engineering: Osaro Ogedengbe Mixing/Mastering: antitune

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16. caveat [prod. pzndrt]

  • Published: 2016-11-22T18:45:53Z
  • By ENxVE
caveat [prod. pzndrt]

I was just a boy, talking to the world, talking to its own exhaustion While I hear notifications going off like the distant dripping from my faucet, Imma make some friends and mark my enemies, share their pain and probably start a coflict, when I pick up on the signal open it with caution, solve it then I lock my phone and toss it, aw. If its unconditional, where's the love and all amenities? Gwalla gotchu going seamless, seems its for the lack of recipes, yeah Set your reciprocity approximated to the care you think you oughta need, moral deference and money making ethics got me feeling like a walking dollar sign, I'm... Too old for this new notion that ya'll do't wanna get, called to the bench, how you claiming power to the people when you all for yourself? So incredulous we hold our pride and tell em why we justified to look the other way, waiting for the moment mastication got us chewing on the just dessert we supposed to take, I been on a wave, caught up in the swell, bout to shed my shell, trading cowries, swerving avarice for certainty, the power shifted with the yams, they gon' devour me, fuck the salary, fetti doesn't make us human, life is not equated hourly, but I'll get the paper so my nakama can eat in peace, I will not do this cowardly I was just a boy, talking to the world, talking to its own exhaustion While I hear notifications going off like the distant dripping from my faucet, Imma make some friends and mark my enemies, share their pain and probably start a coflict, when I pick up on the signal open it with caution, solve it then I lock my phone and toss it, aw.

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17. Tossing Swords ft. Yoh The Shaolin (prod. ONEHALFHUMAN)

  • Published: 2015-05-20T18:32:43Z
  • By ENxVE
Tossing Swords ft. Yoh The Shaolin (prod. ONEHALFHUMAN)

Metaphorically, we tossing swords at all you cats, 99 divine incisors biting at your cardiac, 99 divine in cyphers, find em where the party at, trust unless you fucking with the fam then we ain't talking that Tuned to the kintsukuroi, atsukan sake infused with sakura strained to an ebony glass with a Midas Touch, breaking foes and flows to reconstruct, speak in tongues until the speakers bust, frequently facetious and his sneakers scuffed, so I get fresh, to death in deafening breezes of breath through elegant treatise I treat the pen like a demon and spaz, back to this black Lazarus rap labyrinth rise from the ash of the spliff deified, phoenix force keep em high, when that galactic shit, ship to shift the rift within the vortex on the doorsteps of the Lord's estate, I'm more a mortal sourcing something dangerous, prayed for it, played with flames, sustained the licks, chased the grave and made the trade, these shinigami eyes reflect an ageless wit, so we gotta let these mortals know they not on this axis, if they asking I'm rapping, if I'm laughing I'm bout to dispatch em, with a palette of maddening synesthesia peep the procedure, fuck a God on the track, when the squad this stacked, best believe us Metaphorically, we tossing swords at all you cats, 99 divine incisors biting at your cardiac, 99 divine in cyphers, find em where the party at, trust unless you fucking with the fam then we ain't talking that Sage training then we mobilize like gundams tell the 1 per centers run their shit or proceed to catch this thunder Crack the box, get the rupees and then we haul em out of the office we liquify the gems with mad jennies to break the market, Shade on Nara, stitch em, collage it into an article, gradual smoke residual smoked to granular particles pardon the pack that I run with silver tongues and straight okami Wolves that feast on the not so humble and post up with Kafka on the shore Lore, gore, gems, death, follow it Warping through the shadows with emerald that I've plundered for the karma slip, karmic shifts topple the topography and shift the sands, Shukaku sending shot to you village pillage and tweet the bands Engineered/Mixed/Mastered: Osaro Ogedengbe

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18. Draft 05

  • Published: 2014-10-28T23:36:50Z
  • By ENxVE
Draft 05

Recurrent EP. Tales of transcendence, tongue in cheek humor and a dash of ego rap hyperbole. Cause who doesn't want a bit of that?

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19. body entendre.

  • Published: 2016-12-08T20:57:09Z
  • By ENxVE
body entendre.

executive produced: Charles Prioleau co-mixed: Joshua Pleeter and Charles Prioleau mastered: Joshua Pleeter all songs produced by [pzndrt], featuring co-production from Richie Quake on "get into (feat. Richie Quake)" body entendre. love.curiosity.questioning. me and my woes on an EP, it's lit.

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20. needle in a haystack. [prod. onehalfhuman]

  • Published: 2016-08-20T19:05:46Z
  • By ENxVE
needle in a haystack. [prod. onehalfhuman]

lofi from the vault. #bodyentendre coming soon Lyrics: Vulcan grip the fourth diminished chord ignoring harmony implore this orchestra to score the torpor of our mothership Shrinking to molecular mimesis, swathed in warm intention Til we fade into the corpus of the ether, getting closer to the source Magnus opus overlord opposing thumbs of discontented emperors and battling for relevance in nightmares while a wanderlust emerges, for California exodus; Dreams of Santa Cruz, staring at fake plastic flamingoes doing crane style katas on top of carbon coated El Camino chassis, Watching like a fox upon a rabbit's ass, it's asinine a matador's collapsible attachment to the game in which he skewers what is mighty, highly hypersensitive to vibes that don't imbibe reckless abandon for conservative trap slanted rappers and rapscallions who think they nice with it If I could find...a needle in a haystack... I'm tryna ride the lightning, and steal Poseidon's trident, reveal the eye of Osiris and get my mind enlightened converse with Kafka, elope with the author of metaphysical impression reconnect my essence with family of past centuries, melodies no one hears could be the remedy, frequently on frequencies that freak the beat, the heart is but a metronome I'll let you know when I awake in peace and leave the bed alone, to sway amidst the specters of my second home, a universe away from here, let's make it clear, the engineer and architect is soul betrothed to the divine If I could find...a needle in a haystack...

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