(Claud Six) Too much at stake to slack and pretend to play Everything is real. Everything is Ender’s Game Every seven seconds they checking like, “Are you entertained” Stealing from my citrus tree, then selling me the lemonade (Kurn't Cobain) Cough in the windpipe, talk on the TV Thanks for the insight, fuck off and feed me Gut on the warpath, hand superseding Look what you made us, why are you bleeding? (Blake Ambrose) Draw up and hush the team Driving all our rusty dreams This seemingly busted scene Just shelter for stolen production means (Chorus) I’ve got not pay so no tolls so no way I’ve got not pay so no tolls so no way I’ve got not pay so no tolls so no way I’ve got not pay so no tolls so no way (Toast) No shame and no sense when nonsense makes dollars I fight for what the people need no time for feeling bothered How many demons does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Enough to keep the mind alive from a flame that burns insightful (Kurn't Cobain) I found struggle underneath the moon Poor people hating poor people too More people breaking more people, cool Life's a bitch, eat the rich (Blake Ambrose) An EMP and anarchy ensues Since when’s a battle scar a bruise? Resources have they all been used? Yes, can’t say I’m adequately amused (Claud Six) Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Something, Something I’ve probably said it before Still I got my gums a bumpin’ I’m a talk my shit some more

(Blake Ambrose) A ciesta for the people In the shadow of the steeple As we haystacked the needle And argued our favorite beetle Equals, Ringo round the outbreak Yesterday only exists for me to outdate This are thoughts the loud makes Wake up the next morning, still think it sounds great Let me mark my calendar so I don’t space it I can get to the kitchen knife if you know where the mace is My name is known amongst the rally of the faceless Under the swaying hemlock catching a breeze while escaping stasis (Chorus) Hunting for some, hunting for some shade, shade, shade In the middle, in the middle of the day, day, day Senses, senses all on red, nerves all on fray Need to, need to get some rest before I’m prey, prey, prey (Claud Six) R4PC4MP the nicest neighborhood front porch gang Win at every board game, dunk on every door frame Fully sharp extraordinaires, spar and let the swords clang Boysenberry war paint, guided by the orange flame Tangled up in that cat’s cradle, play it cool as that ice 9 Cock the brim of that black halo, sip a swig of that white wine Pray to some kind of deity, no Jesus piece just the peace in me Get down on my knees like a freakaleek, then I sugar plum dream til I’m deep asleep (ay) (Kurn't Cobain) One last dip into the gutter for your dude Just to rise up out the ashes, that's a big fucking mood Punch a punch another clock, cause it gathers me food But it makes me wanna holler like I'm DJ Clue Write me a new narrative, it's what I need, I swear it is When absent hope and without joy, you find out just how rare it is When you don't need shit, there it is, so fuck that hope and praying Imma go without and search within and that's the shade I'll lay in

(Blake Ambrose) Unknown your taste is, Satisfaction chase it Weep in the graces, cheapen the vagrants Keeping the basis, case by cases Sitting on pocket aces, holding many faces God of my own timeline, peanut galleries are all my mind What happens to a man who razes his home? Are these questions which we want the answers to be known? I’m looking under every rock you find, polish, and sold That’s a mine in the earth, you thought was a hole (Alex Toast) Comfort in a moment Deeper things take time More leaves less unknown So how much do you know? (Kurn't Cobain) Let my shadow put my best foot forward Leave the gallows, walk a little bit slower Hope my death rattle sounds like a mower Ego is a passenger, feed it to a scavenger Fresh grass and lavender, wiggle my bones Into a comfortable cage and mistake it for home Never really cared for your image of me You can give me all your thoughts but I'm setting em free (Claud Six) Diggin for a 42, in hopes I don’t get 86’d Scrolling through creation myths, to help explain the way it is May have missed some markers, but my archer arrows aim and hit Concentrating wits to try and make this simulation glitch It’s heavy or it’s helium, if you let the spirit tell it Chicken Little’s chorus calls, I advise you wear a helmet Hit a little cortisol, the muscles ache, the body’s sore The mind is frayed, the eyes are dusty, the heart is strong and wanting more

(Kurn't Cobain) Bite on the hand that feeds you everything it wants you to think you need Got some shit I should see to But it ain't no fun if their homies don't get that greed I don't want no seeds Money on low, so family is not my steez Table for one please I'm out celebrating that my bloodline ends with me Take what you can while you can Jaywalk n shit, stick it to the man Paying off debt, I am not a fan We're all gonna die with IOUs in the can Help the shit hit the fan Dying from stress is not the jam Get that pearl when you crack the clam The rich won't take down themselves God damn (Hook) Buying it feels good doesn’t it Abyss asks what you’d shove in it It’s circles within circles and how you lovin’ it. One last meme to break the government Buying it feels good doesn’t it Abyss asks what you’d shove in it It’s circles within circles and how you lovin’ it. One last meme to break the government x8 (Claud SIx) Why you always lying Then try to deny it Play those games, you stay the same We changing like the climate You been so behind it I’m out front and vibin’ We kill the fake and silly takes Then infiltrate your wiring I was on an island Far from any tyrant Cloudy skies, pouty eyes Surrounded by the sirens But now I’m back and wylin’ In yo’ face and smilin’ Done boomeranged, got shooter’s aim My goofy gang is dialed in (Hook) Buying it feels good doesn’t it Abyss asks what you’d shove in it It’s circles within circles and how you lovin’ it. One last meme to break the government Buying it feels good doesn’t it Abyss asks what you’d shove in it It’s circles within circles and how you lovin’ it. One last meme to break the government x8

(Kurn't Cobain) Feed me IPAs, I might be like ayy We should show our age and listen to Dre We should fucking rap and never get paid Blue collar drunkie cradle to grave Thinking of a masterplan Raspy voice, Zatarain's Jaeger Bombs, Don Dada Wack shit, I've done nada Cruising alleyways looking for my shark tooth Can't pay my bills so I'm rapping in a dark booth (Blake Ambrose) Best practice, flex ad libs, mess static, to think I packed a lunch Stress adds it, fest captain, chess habit, my brain hacked a hunch Slacking much, in the tassel touch, you’re all a tease to me Holding fishing rods in the lightning storm channeling where relief could be Easy doves it, it washes peacefully Needy cousins, and life’s thievery You can’t respend the sand Marvel at the splendor in your hands Heat it til it’s the glass casing School life in the back pacing Humboldt fog while your rats racing Vat’s vaping your past adjacent (Claud Six) Claudy like a clydesdale stomping through the shindig No opportunity knocking, the door is off the hinges The 1990 infinity sign celebrator We moving up like elevators, few dope dudes Golden era, black and white film, blue note blues Role player extraordinaire with Kukoc moves We at the plateau, feeling like a pachy on the backbone Small pond transplant adapting like a tadpole, shit Prolly never hop inside the tour van again I’ve had my share of long nights and war bandages Gargantuan gut shots, a bunch of poor planning and An A.M. headache pounding like Thor’s hammering (uh) Luda on the job, no powers or cape No sweat, no prob, no hour delay No need for reciprocity or showering praise Just a friendly fistbump and a how was your day (yo) (Alex Toast) How should we navigate? Wait! I did it again! I “should-ed” myself even though I always tell my friends That nothing must be done There’s always choices There’s no box to hold our limitless potential When we’re trying to break out the mold So if you’re slangin’ sandwiches to Hurry Up n Wait The Sting will only come if what you’re doing isn’t great

(Kurn't Cobain) Life ain't nothing but pipe dreams, no payoffs Comfort to chaos, want Bernies, get Madoffs Finally pick your weapon for the mission, see the tradeoffs Your gun ain't saving this country, chill Adolf Everybody's clucking but nobody's talking sense Spitting jokes at solid armor, thinking wet spots are the dents Tossing bricks at neighbors' windows, never look over the fence You're a part of the freak show, bow, ladies and gents I just wanna live life away from these fools Not work it all away until I die with the blues No matter what I've done, I feel like I lose But I wouldn't start a war because my ego is bruised It can burn though, I hope it does slow It's a fire sale, everybody must go It's getting dark and we're surrounded by fascists I say we light it up and sort em from the ashes (Claud Six) Everything’s on fire, everything is burning up But all the consequences have yet to reach suburbia So everything is fine, no worries when they’re turning up But Falling isn’t flying, unaffected ain’t impervious Everything’s a drag, so pull me through the earth and mud Face up so I can link the lights that make up perseus Everything is down, something messed the servers up So we’re praying to a being that would never worship us Take me to eternia Take me to eternia (Blake Ambrose) Coke bottle hourglass inside of rimmed spectacles Let the healer hold your child upon the grim pedestal Before you fight gravity against the trimmed petal float Let’s have a hardy har at this sick meta joke Better woke by the lights and pushing buttons Grew in a shelled out world, always craving something Seeing from a hollow self, confidence is practiced buffing The Amazon’s ablaze, there is footage of drowning puffins Checking my phone, hitting a scroll That’s not feeding my soul, its distracting my mind Another depleting toll, we measure the maximized time You’re a mammal, seasons hold sway, so to crash is a right Vast is the vibe, if you can afford to relax with your tribe For many it’s just survive, as the systems tax on your life Is it the ceaseless night? The fleas on some mice? An uneven end to strife? When cul de sac m wrap cheapens your life.

(Blake Ambrose) Sorry for the times I was your manic elven dream boy A bearded weirdo velvet decoy All the while delving to make deep noise The type you don’t feed after midnight but seems coy If it was the analogy woulda riffed into the deep void Never made a habit of it, my guy he toyed Getting filmed on the front porch, posting about being e-noid (Blake Ambrose) Sharing a smoke with a friend in the shadow of the mountain I said it’s been exactly six years since I stopped counting He smiled, the paradox is life, so drink it from the fountain Organize the input, so you can off gas when the pressure’s mounting I’m not sure life was meant to be viewed at this speed Of if there is meaning to anything my G! Floating in the slip stream, on to ten, flex on fifteen The point of it missed me, the fog eclipsing, see you need mist beams (Kurn't Cobain) Survive and repeat, never let the word end breathe air through your teeth Goats don't roll solo that's why they'll bleat Sometimes you need a circle to find some relief Survive and repeat (Claud Six) I’ve been twisting knobs, and frantically pulling tabs and levers Running out of options for the droppin cabin pressure Andre in my head, like nothing lasts forever Forever, ever? Forever ever? I said I’d never Settle then settled for never settling Then set up in my setting and settled my bet on everything The kettle’s singing pot disses, pot throwing kettle shots Finally see the light then we get blinded by the megawatts (Kurn't Cobain) It was a long haul out to the west coast I couldn't fast travel while enemies were near I was encumbered, no home for my slumber I'd rather throw stones at glass than build one from lumber I was outnumbered by projections and intersections Acting like rough roads never taught me lessons I ran away and all I found were questions At least I have those and these R4PC4MP sessions (Claud Six) R4PC4MP sessions, backpack trekkin’ Got that last dab resin in my abstract message The lab rats sweatin’ while the fat cats stretching Then they face the feline like they pack that weapon I could trace the b-line to the wrong spot Which is the right way, all advice fades when the jaw drops Raw shock, shimmy through my Luda spinal fluid If you gonna jump through the fire ain’t no better time to do it (Kurn't Cobain) I've been surrounded by fire and caskets, loss and asterisks Trying to push my way through at times seemed hazardous They say be grateful, but shit I ain't ask for this But I'm also well aware that the thoughts I have are cancerous Life ain't nothing but a series of unfortunate laments The look on the face, doesn't speak for the intent You can find Mt. Hood looking like Jabba the Hut Or me anxious as hell, with my feet up Survive and repeat Never let the word end breathe air through your teeth Goats don't roll solo, that's why they'll bleat Sometimes you need a circle to find some relief Survive and repeat

(Blake Ambrose) Lunch rooms over Tut’s tomb Rather be forgotten, than remembered for one move We all bleed from the cut But won’t heal it shut Do triage in the hut I still feel it in my gut Sink thrown with most everything else Has a spot on the teetering shelf Self worth, health blurs, in the metering wealth Sucking ice chips in sight of the eatery hell (Kurn't Cobain) Superhero maybe, got a dark backstory Living my life like it ain't really for me Strutting my stuff like I got a bad knee Ain't buying your shit cause I live ad free Look at my face when I turn my back You must be stuck but it ain't my trap Feel that gut, are you full of crap? I might need something but I don't need that Round of applause Thousands of flaws Fist vs the paws Give me the gauze (Claud Six) It ain’t paranoia it’s called being prepared Lions, Tigers, and Bears, I’m completely aware Wouldn’t bet the well-being on a leap and a prayer It’s Shakespearean, player, a comedy of some errors In the salt rust truck where all of the warning lights flash Going forty-five fast, spitting fortified facts Story-time, linked like a chorus line cast Stay on point just like a porcupine back (yeah) Round of applause Out in the fog Open and raw Throw me the gauze

(Claud Six) I can find my way using nothing but the draco Firebreather leader, see me guided by the faint glow Ay yo (Blake Ambrose) With that calm stare Nothing stays to keep you scared So a throne is just a chair Legs dangling in the air I keep my path clear But construction crews work overnight On a bad rebound from a bad year Solemn surrender to the only fight Keeps cats fence sitting and singing As the sky surfs through many tinges Lost a game of miles in inches Got back on the catepillar without flinching For instance, I’m trailing in the real world But my imagination feels pearl And I’m scrubbing like steel wool Second chance, I’m here for a meal bull Tilt a whirl, the shill unfurled, hang a flag high Here to found institution not get the bag my guy String the words into a spell, postmodern magi Label my things with the slack the gave me to hang myself by Change my mind, all these options are the root of the problem Stay in line, bars, a skeleton key in the coup with the goblins Opposite side, picke flowers in spring, drink soup in autumn Phase in the life that I find myself in the faultlands (Claud Six) No moths to the zapper on Jurassic Nights No signals being sent up to the satellites I be with the fam and folks like we in the afterlife I been tryna do no wrong, but I aint, I aint had it right (Claud Six) I can tell the time using nothing but the moon beams Luminous, salubrious, I’m moving in the cool breeze Ooohhh weeeee (Kurn't Cobain) Leave that weed where it grows Air, take that shit to the nose don't take that path where it goes When you feel those rocks stabbing at your toes Don't leave that choice to a sign Those thoughts fucking up your mind Those chills crawling up your spine Get a little bit less when it turns out fine This life is a weird ass process had a lot of friends and now I've got less I do not care what a bot says Think what I want about that Lochness Monster, I've been in the past When I lost it all, had grow up fast Love knocks me down on my ass when it all seems right, life's such a blast And when I'm down it's a blur I react, go numb, like a cat will purr It's just a mat in the fur But it feels like death, like a rapture Well actually, actually, actually One more setback and I'll reach mastery Put these skill points into endurance And one into luck for reassurance This dark soul needs humanity Praise that sun, save that vanity Take that run, face insanity I'm no jellyfish, I'm a manatee Into the depths where I swim These sharks I face with my chin There's nothing under my skin But a glow-in-the-dark skeleton

(Adam Cedar) They're asking me, is this entertainment or just tragedy Call for intervention or a rap CD Actually its an invitation to a phylactery A battery that's packed with beats And charging from my arteries Art to me is part and parcel of our darkest dreams But it gets transmuted when we're making things Basically, making friends and make amends we make it gleam On weekends or in-between, I've seen the mute turn and sing I've seen peasants turn to kings, blossomin (Claud Six) We in the trees with a sound sweeter than the Keebler House// Some will need run the streets, I opt to peep the scenic route// Keep it down or leave it loud, I toggle tween and weave around// Like pardon me, I’m stalling til my oddities all even out// Break a leg, tip the cap, bottoms up, ipecac// Kicking back and stashing piece of me into bric a brac No horcrux, no warm up, just toe touch and go Put that fuel in my feelings til I go up in smoke, oh (Rhymewave) Fairweather trendsetters never been better. Drones deliver messages in bottles. Y’all can send letters. Go getter, flow better. Know how to grow peppers. So impressed with Gilgamesh and epics with the most pressure. Holy ghosts of moldy toast. Cozy in this rodeo. Nosy with the phony notions got me gaspin’ holy smokes. O-E-O-E-O-E Smokey Sunday homies gettin’ so deep. In the lab and on the track. The pen and pad is in the moment. A fleeting thought is captured. Factor in the deepest patterns. Master of the greenest pastures. Had to eat the sweetest apples. Be examples of how to leave the battle with no casualties. This masterpiece is anarchy, and half the room is faculty. This one time at R4PC4MP, we fit it all in like a pack rat. Get it all in and imagine that. There’s hazmats in the panorama. Takin’ cat naps in the back of verandas. Scratch that, got sacks like Santa. Act fast of slip on bananas left upon the path. (Blake Ambrose) As for the proceeds For me and my closies To make more homilies of harmony With homonyms of astronomy “He used to be a Brewer’s Fan” Kurnt Til he went all Astros on me No bandwagon buddy Just a hangdangling chubby With a hand on what’s lumpy As I shadowbox money, the mainecoon is hungry Caffeinated pistons pumping Thunder in the sky, syncopated heart thumping Richter scale dart jumping Noise in the darks something Start runnin’ (start runnin’) (Kurn't Cobain) Man, don't make me get buck at Joanne's Fabrics my life's been more inconsistent than Fitzmagick eat beans in a theater and it ends up tragic for a man with no butt, I've been getting my ass kicked want someone to be the cheese powder to my mac noodles instead of being stuck in a mismatch like fucking labradoodles conventionally attractive women in MAGA hats look mad doo doo and you ain't attracted to a man when he cries, you don't want that, do you? (Alex Toast) So I showed up late at a R4pc4mp and sat back So I could meet the minds the buzz the hives n make the rhymes to get us by There’s no free time, that shit’s expensive We make sure we spend it in ways that won’t make us regret it Do you do that too? Can you align with our crew: Be aware of what you do and generations it’ll ripple through? Grateful when our hands are holding wads of dirt and seeds worth sewing Art is water, gets it growing Keeps this Toast from molding.

The world’s on fire, but I gotta, gotta chill out I been up all night, but I’m still down Spend the day tryna add to the wheelhouse Make it known, real loud, on the go, peel out Flip my lid over petty shit, no way Keep the eye on the zenith til the glow fades Keep my hands busy so I don’t grow angst Say what up to the whole place, Aight, Aight okay I was harmonizing with the dial tone Now they spying on me through the cam on my phone We hiding out, playing ghost in the graveyard Pour one out for the homies who can’t take pa

(Blake Ambrose) The American Chase is Even I thought I was destined for greatness Not five billionth on the waitlist Embarrassed by the stasis in the status of my makeshift Stellar unique playscript and the inevitable discovery From a past where I thought for sure the boards would be hovering Look back on choices through the butterfly effects fluttering Would save the self injury, use this to grow instead of recovering Open up and shove it in The land where the glutton that eats gluttons loves Response to any complaint is button it It’s not generous just cuz something gives (Claud Six) Ain’t no comeback kid (no) Ain’t no pause or respawn (no) Kicking up a cloud of dust, breathing the smog and freon (oh) Ain’t no rocket ride out into the cosmic beyond (go) You and I, til we die, and see the autumn’s neon (woah) Don’t fall for the okey doke, maybe not woke, but I’m not comatose I got the holy ghost up in my chromosomes, I go toe to toe with no rope a dope We live in the place, live in the spot Ear to the sound, eyes on the ops Gotta right mind to go ahead and take the crown Then hide that thing so it can’t be found (Chorus) Out there into the great blue yonder Find what you’ve lost anyway you wonder (Kurn't Cobain) Swim with the bull, run with the fish Take it all in, deepen the dish Open your hand, make it a fist Meet with the maker, make it your bitch Marry the animal, sleep with the witch Carry the feelings, bury the switch Flip the hatchet, burn the kiss Raise the casket, learn to wish Thunder quietly, scream it aloud Wonder piously, lone in a crowd Calm anxiety, hard cloud Drunk sobriety, serious vow