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she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

lil' bum nigga
You walk around ya house in an
Old Versace robe wit' one slipper
Made an album called Split Personalities
Until I smack them all back into

have deluged the Deviants with around 250 separate posts
One of which, the longest by far, has over 7,000 reads already
The serialized horror story will

on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax

Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I

to slip into a life that's easier
An attention span whittled away for years by social media
Then COVID hit that shit like a meteor
Procrastinated every

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they

Patti Dooke

Guru

Buhloone Mindstate

1993

of '78)
But it's '93 or should I say '94 for my style is much more
(I said, come in) come in
(Come on) come out into my reservoir
As I macks a men your

ain't no town
In the world
That can sound like this (This)
She wanna kick it into drive
She wanna move forward on with her life
Fast cars, fast life

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

Push pounds by the ounce when you fuck with that skunk weed
Yah that skunk weed when I'm rolling up primo
Cash a huge dab just consider that my pre toke

To increase my ends, enemies gettin' dropped
Win or lose, red or blue
We must all stay true play the game, nigga
Never let the game play you
And for the fame,

anointed, called, and protected
From being called into question by people with real objections
Actual human lives in the balance, you won't accept them
For

into a mirror, I looked like that girl I saw in an underwear commercial
“Hahah, that’s more like you”
I had long, waving hair, my eyes were light blue

decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done

depression 
Just starting that chick fully charged it
My soul is his target
Partially consumed by his darkness
Should I fight it or give up and die quick
I'm

Grand Rising
Grand Rising
I woke up, heard this beat
And decided to rap
And this mini project is an appetizer before the albums
Yes, that was plural

an ethereal journey unfolded as Fuzz and Fin embarked on an epic quest.

Each track of the album acted as a door, leading them into uncanny realms, strange

Cthulhu

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

(1st Verse)
Deep beneath the pacific ocean in full locomotion

the roof, yeah (Yeah)
I took the top off the Maybach now I got the summer blues
I'm not amused by the modesty, turning ya trauma to dollars
The honesty

and pump the volume
What's the outcome when you album never come out
I float these, I fart art
This a poet's mouth
I mold this sound
You sold yourself
Yo,

I could drop a whole album full of instrumentals
Bet you still feel, soul into it errytime
Devoting a piece of mind to a line
I had a real plant, had

my position
Hit you so hard we called the mortician
I mean
(He's gotta dark soul)
(Yeah)
You pass by, you pay the toll
Drivin' off bangin' Neo-Soul but