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Sleeper

by Sin7ven

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Red I love concept albums and for Sleeper, the story telling is increasingly interesting as you follow along, the sleepy tone of the character is just relatable (to me), the flow and delivery are unique, and the hooks immediately catch on.

This is by far the most original Hip Hop album I've ever encountered. Sin7ven, thank you for the pleasant experience. Favorite track: Boxcutter.
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L just wow, blew dreamsomnia outta the water and proceeded to kick it in the head till it stopped movin , 7 and mawthra go together like slim shady and dr.dre
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T Cunny Great flow, you can't just listen to a single song, you gotta binge the whole album Favorite track: Moonwater ft. Mawthra.
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1.
Sleeper 02:42
[Verse 1] Waking up beside the cousin of sleep Discussing my week with the mirror, brushing my teeth Dozens of dreams cataloged in my notes scattered on My covers and sheets, rummaging at the crack of dawn Through crumpled receipts for pills to tap the damn alarm I either feel knackered or a need to keep a dagger drawn In fact, if I tagged along and sang a happy song Perhaps we could find some common ground for dancing on As it stands I’m on some other shit Another kid rancid, wrong, handle gone, vandal on trampled lawn Man, swear I’ll get my blessings soon Staring at a crescent moon, beware of when a hairy adolescent bloom Very messy room, carpet is stained Watching the particles, rain drops in the yard and my brain stops And a strange thought enters my head Something waits on the end of my bed [Hook] Looking for your cereal bowl Rolled outta bed, scribbling your dreams into notes Low profile, flow vile, nefarious goals I’ll carry your material soul - to the land of nod Looking for your cereal bowl Rolled outta bed, scribbling your dreams into notes Low profile, flow vile, nefarious goals I’ll carry your material soul - Sleeper [Verse 2] Scatterbrained and panicked trying to ascertain Fact from fake when shit I see don’t show in camera frames Having strange happenings happen day after day Shadows dance ballet, prance and play as I glance away Walking in a trance past the morning bus No shortage of my little phantasmagorias An elongated figure stands at my door at dusk And when it tries to twist the handle, I force it shut Talks timidly, pretty broads tend to leave In his proximity, fishy thoughts finicky Dizzy, lost in his dreams, spitting coughing and screaming At demons when he’s leaving his sleep and Waking up at 10, I make a cup again Pick up a pen and write what I remember on my covers when A sudden stench interrupts the jotting I look up and see a green face I’ve often seen in dream states, chuckling [Hook]
2.
Deadman 03:04
[Hook] He heaves a sigh, squeeze his eyes, speaks in rhymes easy Freezing nights CD's by speaker's sider Sleeper trying to dream sweeter than a piece of pie, peachy Ideally, mind clearly dry, waking like he nearly died, feeling (shite) [Verse 1] Rest to the wakeful Heads to the table, yes I’m an angel, bless And I feel for you Sleeper, I’ve seen all the dreams which Remembrance of makes you upset (What does it all mean?) Well don’t worry your little head I’ll take care of it, shit I said I’m a spirit and I was sent from the heavens Or yeah whatever, a pleasure and you can call me Seven Go to bed I’ll be here whenever you all depressing Yes, and the dream eater hungers Beasties and monsters, keep Sleeper's comforts CD's for songbirds, trapped in a dry voice Back stiff and eyes moist, dancing to white noise Relax, shit, kick back, sit catatonic And calm the fuck down, here kid have a comic Always spitting in em catastrophic winds Trying to catalogue events, doesn’t have a lot of friends [Hook] [Verse 2] I’m not an apparition, that’s a given As I can slap a kid for standing there and staring at me different Yeah, I’m in your room, you think I need a damn permission? Stammering impaired and panicking won’t answer shit and Man, what is this mess, oh You left notes on your desk, robes and bed clothes, I guess those Scrawled in led, show your stress, hold a sec though We just met so, I’m Seven like I said and Presto, I’m here to help, be yourself, don’t doubt, agree Weird as hell appearance, well, it's merely just an outfit see I'm an outer being, actually, interacting with a thousand scenes Latching onto lousy dreams you’re having to devour and feed It’s boring really, the point is, I’m more than willing To help a friend and what I am is, well, irrelevant Medicine for tortured visions, eminent support and listen Denizens of tenements don’t get to pick their torch, it’s given [Outro] Rest to the wakeful, heads to the table (x2)
3.
Unsightly 04:03
[Intro] I'm closing all of my curtains Putting circumstantial thoughts into words and Um... I keep tossing and turning Wonder how to make myself more of a positive person I guess I'm in the process of learning Conversing concepts in front the faucet, I'm certain Introspection’s important Or could call it coercion, grounded, scoffing at birds and- [Verse 1] I'm a product of my environment, faulty merchandise And false marketing, still uncommercialized Targeting an audience of mannequins in theater seats Carving them with perty smiles, flattering appeal to me But - I'm not a puppet, I'm a real boy The bottom of the bucket bought a prominence of nil, void As a lil' boy, killed time with real cunning Stuck steel in sockets just to fucking feel something Mom, I wanna be a rockstar Gilderoy Lockheart, pockets full of copper and a poptart Hopping in the boxcar of Pandora, lock jawed And anxious when asked 'bout a band or a pop song (What's wrong?) I don't know, many things Already treading very thin ice I'm not the nicest But I try, and if I could I'd write with every limb Inside of an aquarium, I'm making waves and drowning in work [Hook] What the fuck was normal again Ignore the dents on my table, phrasing vorpal against The jabberwocky, can of coffee as my helmet in battle And a belt full of packets of sugar for all the blends What the fuck was normal again I'm stressing, you can tell it from the way I'm holding my pen Excessive thinking to the brink of blinking sounding loud As shouting, trying to drown it out but I don't think it's going to end [Verse 2] Everywhere I go I see my walls Maybe cause I don't go anywhere at all, dissolve my many cares In drawing, falling on my bed in tears and balling With teddy bears, where do I see myself in 20 years Making it doing music is less a Rubik's cube And more a coin flip, where making ladies loins drip And moist is a crucial move, poignant moody dude Rather take a chance than be appointed to a cubicle Uhh... My spirit animal is a crow Pump my body full of mineral water when alone Trying to fill a hole with a twitter post, I considered For like a minute despite my pride in writing shit in Code, so you have read between every line Streaming Adventure Time and feeling I’m very fine For real, on a quest to find legendary rhymes Defeat the demon, free the people and- oh nevermind [Hook] [Verse 3] Jealousy is ugly but Celebrate and love me, I never get enough sleep, my bed is getting dusty As an archaic broom, stargazing, playing DOOM We can parlay if bizarre tastes are okay with you I’m talking paint in spoons, utilize my tongue-brush Pronto, a calm flow euthanize your humbug Jon Doe, kinda wish I lived in Toronto Like - Scott Pilgrim, my watch killing my time though Fucking hate responsibilities and growing up Somber feelings open up my throat, I feel like throwing up For a moment, float above the clouds then coming down again Sea level, fuck, I’ll drown again, I’ll drown again, I’ll drown again I just wanna be around my friends Maybe move in to be roomies, tho I don’t know how to rent I’ll figure it out I guess, apologies if I sound depressed The problem is, I’m awful at wrapping my head around my stress
4.
[Intro] I have no need for your oxygen Breathing is toxic and wheezing I'm coughing phlegm Dream living opulent Serene visions dominant, I mean shit is fraudulent... [Hook] Sleep sealing my eyes shut, the blinds up And light shines a wide white spot on my clock Ticking, open one eye, cyclops Listening a while, protagonist of my life caught in a side plot [Sin7ven - Verse 1] Sick of trying to organize my mind with the sorting hat Forging tracks, where the blight my nine and three quarters at? Watch your step, marauder’s map, when I see distorted facts I call ‘em that, of course, am I blind or is the morning black? Resort to force, pinch my tired eyelids to sort ‘em back Exploring damp, warped corners of my psyche, torch in hand To light the way, nightly byte adventures in the cyberspace Make me feel some type of way like taking pills and live grenades [Hook] [Disjointed - Verse 2] take my hand to candy land, we’ll look at all the candy people standing in a circle chanting trying to abandon evil eagle tattered, wings are fractured, bleeding seeps diseased and shattered, stagger through hazards, placard patterens lathered with fecal matter dusty keys played with a sad tune, the pianist melancholily works to create what he has to and hates on the fact too, passion derived came and went as he got payed by impatient demands soon [Hook] [Verse 3] Frivolous affections, my ambivalent perception Is a prison and I guess I feel a little less connection With the visions and delirium, bit into mysterious Confection just to see if it was virulent Listen, I don’t care a bit while parrots still live in fear of some pyramids Empirically, you parakeets are parodies, apparently Praying, preaching to choirs believing in liars Kneeling, feeling the fires eating attire seeping with kerosine [Hook] [Disjointed - Verse 4] tenderfooted, the end of couldn’t, the men are hooded serendipitous lurid colors burst from my pen that’s wooden write slower than snails swallowing sea shells stomach acid melting the surface all of you thieves sell A grievous bystander, quietly slipping grotesque types of slander, see me wielding a Zweihänder swines pampered by standard parent figures meander quicker and quicker before having my crimes answered [Hook] [Sin7ven - Verse 5] My mixtape is fireflies, pitch changes, tired nights Ink stains on prior whites, switchblades and cyanide To kids taking my advice, stick nails inside your eyes The hip shaking witch dating, shit saying silent type You idolize, my oh my, what a fucking joke he is I hope he gets what’s coming to him, low key prolly choking chicks Awoke at six, fixed my broken lips and twisted character Shadows on the wall quoting, whispering my parent’s words
5.
Boxcutter 03:42
[Verse 1] Dashing outta bed I’m rather late for my classes It’s pain in the ass I’d rather rather lay on my mattress When a teacher ask a question I’m like Sway with the answers Day to day in a trance his brain escaping to stanzas Striding, with a beat in his headphones Repeating steps leading beaten tedious dead roads X don't mark the spot it tells you where to be Selling ketamine and weed, - bet I'm settling my beefs Steady stepping on his sheets, ready! Tekken on the streets Any second on his knees, get him begging on a leash, please I don't give a shit it's pretty clean and simple dawg Y'all are mental if you really deem you fit the squad Aww shit I made it in time Evaded explaining em why I’m late and pacing, making up lies The blatantly faking pagan reprobate in disguise Wait, what was the class again? - Aight, I’ll have to ask a friend… Right? [Hook] I learned how to write pretty in cursive text Burn a test and scientifically word a sext Pioneer it, bite lyrics and serpent heads The bio: I like titties and worship death On my way to my wonderland Head pressed against the desk, playing with the cutter, man I hold the blade like a lover’s hand I hold the blade like a lover’s hand [Verse 2] Tapping to clattering the shackle on my leg makes Thinking ‘bout a magnum, put a black hole in my headspace I’m just kidding though, and shit I’d skip the rigmarole Like, pistols ain’t a thing I hold, I’d slit my throat before that Forecast: pouring, storm chance more and rising up Snorlax, in the back of the class, tired as fuck Water dripping down the window that I sit beside I’m mystified by distant lightning as the clock is killing time And as the teacher yammers on I think of other things Caught up my thoughts until she’s asking me how summer’s been And I wanna try to seem discreet So I lie between my teeth, like it was nice and peachy sweet I don’t think she buys it, aight at least I tried it Eyelids sliding down, lightning strike outside in violet Despite of sound trying catch the light and color Ask his silent lover why she always blurry, in a hurry [Hook] [Verse 3] Someone shakes me awake at lunchtime Make my way to a table, I’m jaded, tongue tied The kitchen prolly thinks we love the taste of dung flies Aight... I’m a jolly ray of sunshine Reflected off the blades of swung knives Wonder what a cut away of our inhaling lungs like ‘S like I’m trying to juggle my internal organs Fire in my belly, suffer nigh infernal torments But beyond exaggeration My attitude is bad in need of constant calibration On that balance shaking act, stumble into class Hands, fumble in my pants, cash crumpled in my hands Mans trying to eyeball me, rhymes all he needed Trying to kill my habits but they die hard, a phoenix 5 stars, high bars, by far the meanest The style turns the Nile red and skies dark in Egypt
6.
[Hook] In silence, I can hear the buzzing Flies crawl and frolic, trying not to vomit, ‘s like I’d like my mind to clear and function Lights off, his pockets light, scoffs sardonic spite [Verse 1] I feel my hands tremble as I leave the class, temple Burning, churning stomach, vomit stirring, sir I’m fine, heart on my sleeve, wear a lot of turncoats Slurring words, early bird, paradox a wormhole Terracotta urn flow Headphones blaring out the Pharoahe Monch - Internal Affairs, trying to turn diurnal, screw it Eyes purple, staring in the rhyme journal, lucid Head spinning maybe from the stressing mess Should I even try to make it to the lesson Yes? Oh, guess so, head low, running through Hallways, all day, headphone plug is loose Klepto, stealing all this thunder Keeling over slumber so he feeling low and under Scheming on the dola, hope I’m meeting all the quota Soma bleeding on the sofa, ceiling weeping on my coda, leaking [Hook] [Verse 2] Next morning, stretch yawning, wanna fly a rocket ship To mars and shit like fuck the world and father the apocalypse Solipsist, in squalor sits upon the biggest ball of spit Somber, pale, Undertale talking y’all can call him Frisk Cuz, I keep dying and stuff Lighter fluid doesn’t do it, someone fire me up Acquire a tire iron and knock some sense in me The ride on the bus quiet across the dense city Idly watch vipers and doves, my head dizzy And mind in the mud, lights from a cop reflect pretty Inside of the bus, trying to stay - awake Brain makes a break, flying away - to space Stray cat crossing the road Met a Maybach, flames crack, coughing the smoke And the stray cat, pace black paws in the snow Cat’s posture, it froze, when the flame lashed monster approached [Hook] [Verse 3] I jerk into awareness, almost missing my stop Barely walking, hauling legs across the thick of the fog Make it to the gates and wade through all the giggling mobs Skips in my odd memories often imprison my thoughts And I find myself in places that I didn’t know I went to Fidgeting the filter spitting rhythm flowing phlegm through Trying make it to class and jazz A kind of deja vu pass and I half think I’m going mental The teacher asks how my summer was I wonder what to tell her when the bell repel my tongue and thus All of us depart for lunch but I’m bothered by the question Psyche trembling slightly, right, this summer was... I - can’t remember, something strange occurs Faces blur, I pull the boxcutter out and pace unnerved Point the blade impatient at the shape changing Students on all fours that crawl towards my legs before I pass out [Outro] Then I remember lights and sirens playing damn loud And I woke up to the smell of black coffee, in a white room...
7.
VII 01:15
Mom and dad in heaven, I hope you’re both listening Today I think I met an angel but his robes were missing And he dressed in red instead of white which isn’t very christian But he helped me with my dreams and visions that I told you about And I think he’s given me a gift although I’m holding doubts I smiled again, which hasn’t happened for a while, I’m spent Tired and I’m sorry that haven’t prayed in like forever The nightmares were exacerbated, maybe I was never A believer and just acting saint for the sake of convenience Faith tended to seem mendacious since you passed away But maybe Seven really is an angel and I’m saved And you’ll be waving at me at the magic gates of daddy space At least the dreams are less frequent recently He says that he eats them while I’m sleeping so I don’t need to see them And - I’m speaking about the angel again, sorry I think I should go now, prolly... Amen
8.
[Intro] Doc: It’s called a Rorschach test. I want you to tell me what you see in these pictures, can you do that for me? [Hook] What do you see? What do you see? What do you see in these inkblots come on and be Honest to me, speak on I wanna help ya Build a bridge, and to fix you a shelter (uhh…) (x2) [Verse 1] I see a pair of feather wings You sweater wearing, leather chaired, embarrassing Holier than thou loud mouth phony I’m only here to lounge, bow down homie I’m not schizophrenic and I don’t need evangelists I have my own angel, you can blow me like candle wicks Your last supper’s with the crow eating gamblers I’m so freaking dope, leaking flows, keeping vandalous Okay... Let’s get this stupid test over with Puking, head sobering, losing zeds over it Recently I’ve been seeing ‘em dreams in flesh I don’t know what to believe even leaving bed And the order of events doesn’t always seem to match right I prolly sound crazy, but the hallways fricking mad bright Man, I hide in shadows like a corvus in the black night Rather try the gallows than be tortured with a flashlight [Hook] [Verse 2] They started a little after the day of the crash I figured that’s normal maybe if I’d wait it’d pass Numb, begun marking down the dreams I started to have Hearken, barking at the bark I carved heart in the past On, the wrong tree, long weeks, bargained with wrath Fears, tears, hears shadows in the parking lot laugh Till a weird man appeared hand extended in friendship Seven, very eccentric colored scarlet and grass And since he made himself known the dreams have gotten less frequent And I’ve seen the mental needles on my bed leaving I don’t even know, capiche? I’m so tired At least the flow fire I feast on foes ire Released um- rap game One Punch Man Wax brain hacks make humdrum jams Tongue done lashed out Mastered the fast mouth, bastard, the class clown, Pennywise, and he rhymes [Hook] [Outro] Boomslang man you can't hang with the snakes Fucking with a serpent you get fangs in your face You can gimme any test and I'll fill in every question And finish but I guess trying to sample my brains - is just dumb Seven: Yeah Sleeper, don’t listen to this clown, he’s bad for you. C’mon, let’s get out of here, I know what you need.
9.
[Sin7ven - Verse 1] Fuck you in the face bitch, taste this I’m fly like seduction on a spaceship Mass affection, adolescent bragging babbling Dabbling with this rapping business, smacking spitters tacky swagger man he flexing Parselspeaking, darling teasing charming demon Carving pentagrams in every vag I mark with semen Fucking hard as being cis on tumblr I piss on dumb girls, the diss list, this big spreads arms Everyone inform Dead his head’s large Forehead got stretch marks, vortex of flex bars Stored in his shed with the warheads and XLR forming a web Recording his next text arc Eurgh, fuck it, I spat like a bucket Put my fucking hand up your ass like a muppet Coveting the ass can’t stop it Into vampire fangs damn pu pucker up pucker up and suck it [Mawthra - Verse 2] Fuck it, pass me that satellite milk and my appetite filled imma satisfied shill candlelight spilt as the sacrifice killed aint an acolyte built to battle my ilk im a monsta but my rappin devine just passin the time smack slags back in time imma a hybrid thing both dragon and fly i spread my wings and blacken the sky I cant remeber the last time my liver has passed wine but liqour was last night considered my past crimes just figured id blast rhymes until these mutherfuckers figure out that its cash time ooooh bitch i know you wanna go home ooh no we aint fuckin leavin till our flow gold ohh ho we gone fuckin see what your dome hold put you ass breath brass necks in a choke hold [Sin7ven - Verse 3] Blabbermouth rapping loud, stagger bladder packed Slapping cows, scallywag, bragging, blacking out Napping in a cadillac in traffic, fatty macking Baggy pants sagging baddy back in action now My brain’s fucking haywire And I feel like I’m Lain ‘cause I stay wired Gimme that money and I’ll make it rain fire On a lame liar, maintain flames in the tummy Turn your bitch made verses into spit takes Fishface spitters getting cursors on their clickbait As a kid scratching his rhymes in the sand Trying to master his basilisk pineal gland Oh no morose flows froze his foes toes Ghost wrote for coco, most folks don’t know though Smoke the globe in four tokes, toast the ozone Roving ronin poke holes in hoes’ kimonos [Mawthra - Verse 4] and what you dont know it wont hurt ya but what will is knowin our sole purpose blowin the whole purch' aint goin to no church aint goin to soul search we closin the whole curtain ho better back up out my face bitch the snakes that i came with the same that'll break kids the snake that i taste with the same that i flame with the same that'll claim that your lame figures aint shit ha im done with this ruckus runnin this coven's fuckin been fun but fuckin miss muffet up in this cubbard's somethin my stomach's done begun lovin god damn man the sound is automatic when every single faggot round the town that wants to rap is cashed in aint nobody down to drop the past when every single sound up out my mouth is problematic
10.
Whateverness 02:41
[Disjointed - Hook] Little spiders on the world wide web On the world wide web, on the world wide web, on the world wide web My word, my word, on the world wide web Little spiders, brittle spiders [Verse 1] The world is my puke bag News flash, rude ass youth passed too fast Laying on bluegrass spacing, dawn flew past In a moon drank and booze can induced trance Later wakes, in his bed, major pains, in his head Vaporwave, internet, razor blades interject 808’s, heartbreaks, saving face, parlays, cigarettes Darn shame they ain't really give effect Grab my ample fix of fantasies at breakfast After eating, back to being a parasitic mess, get Back into my bed, red eyes it's not the haze Neighbours playing something loud as sound that a copter makes Tucked away, forever, may thy be never found Go away life, I explained why I ain't around Today and now see, I'll leave the house when a cow leaps Over the moon, browsing, loading em toons, drowsy [Hook] [Verse 2] Phone off, taking no calls, don’t write me either I’m busy trying to find a feeling to put inside the speaker And figure out the bitter doubts constricting my behavior Writhing anger, biting fingernails, nails, nails Hanging by a tiny anchor, while the whales, whales, whales Passing by, unhappy spiders slander snails, snails, snails Frail, baggy gaze he lackadaisical Dabbling in painting, masquerading as relatable I really don't care, anymore I don't care Terraform a moon, I wanna move on it alone where I'll stare into the sun, and have immeasurable fun Fuck whoever Alice is, all my questions will be gone Fuck you Seven, it's whatever Sorry parents, it's whatever, fuck you everyone who ever lived, I'll perish it's whatever I'm done caring, shit, feeling anything is embarrassing I don't care a bit...
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[Verse 1] You're so brave the way you say stuff at a microphone Inside your home, play it and then put it on the internet Looking out the window checking weather must be nice and all When both your eyes are kinda like kaleidoscopes and mind a long Lightning rod, you rhyme and draw... (Yeah but I have to. I'm not really good at anything else) Honestly, you're so creative and I'm jealous when I could never sing, draw or do something as embarrassing (Have you tried?) (...) No, I know my armor very thin And sparring, never parry swings, so a fairly dim Future is ahead I think When I'm near convinced I'll just grow a pair of wings from a momentary wind And hit a shooting star Or something like a moving car, you’re so lucky to be productive enough at doing art I don’t mean to come off sucky-uppy But Dreamsomnia was fucking lovely, I think snoozing on your music’s wrong So the reason you’re so odd and moody Eludes me, you been prolly locked in your room watching the horror movies Too often, only reply with a nod when I compliment a song, I get it I guess you don’t wanna talk, being rude to me [Verse 2] Um, sorry? Is my mouth working? Mouth check one two three, I’m not a loud person I hope I don’t come off as a proud jerk when persons get Personal my words don’t work with certainty And I swear I’m freaking out internally, don’t take it personally I’m a person, see, the nerves of steel not firm as your belief Prefer the cursor clicks and words traversing circuitry You might infer the rhyming words won’t work conversing, we Burgundy, hooded up Thanks for saying I’m good at stuff, I’d be blushing if I had blood gushing from heart throbs But I don’t mean to write only dark songs If you’re feeling low, I’ll high five your arms off, scar palms My lip stay busted And the spit taste rusted in the spring rain, I been waiting
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Astronaut 02:40
[Hook] When I grow up I wanna be an astronaut So I can take all of my friends to the moon And maybe date a lady shooting star, ask her out Watching 80’s anime to the noon On a space couch, in a based space house, spaced out Face down, bae’s blouse sways ‘round space clouds When I’m writing you might hear the saving of the game sounds Yume Nikki, played out, you ain't shit b, lay down [Verse 1] Infatuation from an outsider point of view Mouth wide and voicing mute outcries I coil into a Shout fighting embryo of envy, don’t resent me though I’m pensive hold the pencil tense and slowly close the envelope At your entryway a century late, I panic You menstruate my pencil breaks and penetrates the canvas I never made it very vague my serenades sporadic And I'm staring dazed, at marriage day the wedding cake is plastic Half assed it, I guess you are what you eat And I'm barfing my bars while I'm starving at sea Making waves for the fishes though they taste so delicious And I'm plagued by the Mrs. making marks on my sheet Yup, married to the game like a fucking idiot But I'm drawing pretty good while she on her period The MIDI shit is on point, and witty spit and strong voice Emit a steady calm poise, you'll never hit the squad, boy [Hook] [Verse 2] Vibing with pack again, rhyming as the planets spin Riding on some bright and vibrant bikes inside of saturn’s rings Psyche like he dynamite, flying kites in solar winds Known to mostly dolo so the folder brimmed with hoes and nymphs Oh, considered of copping some gaudy Omocat But- ladi dadi, came to body y’all in mono black Though I'm caught up in all of this soft kimono rack Distracted, damn, have to get my act established, fast Ahhh… On a carousel of make believe Need to take a breather, for my cerebellum’s sake I feel As shaky as a spinning top, take a fucking minute stop Need to keep my cravings satiated baby, feeling lost Finna build a pillow fort on an asteroid Bored rapping torrid at the Cortana app voice That noise, kill it, sword on my back boy Factoid, still fucking anxious as hell
13.
Wake Up 04:14
[Verse 1] I’ve been waking up a lot, yeah Been waking up a lot, yeah (x3) Been waking up… Since lady luck ain’t bless me with fortune Didn’t cradle, love or breastfeed an orphan I been shaken up, the nest leaving scorpion The sting, raise it up, they test me, I’m warning, morning [Bridge] How’s it going with you? (x3) How’s it going? [Verse 2] Thanks for asking I’m basking in my master plans Candor clashing with the task of flashing cash for camera mans Traveller on mangled glass, scavenge for abandoned paths Fans drive me mad, whiny passengers on campervans And the chasm’s looking cozier A bastion with passing of the rosy year, it’s lonelier Need to validate my history With rapper fame, blitzkriegs, accolades and mystery, quiz me [Bridge] How’s it going with you? (x3) How’s it going? [Verse 3] On my knees in the night puking mucus by the streetlight trying to rewind and wipe saliva using sleeves like A tissue, on each side - amidst of a dream like Abyss, on a district of piss, fisting a beehive Or a meat grinder, twisting the wrist Misfitted feline fingers flinching and chip but persist in a peace sign Headspace is nebulous Rains on parades, straight Wes Craven decadence, stains on my blades, maine [Bridge] [Verse 4] I don’t remember going to sleep It’s a bothering, cycle my temple glowing with heat Try stifle it, vitals don’t tend to throw me a beat And it goes on repeat, I think I’ve seen today twelve times I notice people saying shelved lines Well why, my I’ll take the scenic way to hell, sings Leading me to bells that were ringing from the start Spitting flows, skipping stones on the rivers of my heart, I’m just sitting in the dark [Bridge] [Verse 5] Seven what the fuck is the meaning of this Answer me, I heeded everything you needed and shit I’m seeing pieces missing from the fucking stage that I’m on I know I’m dreaming, every other person’s face is all wrong Wake me up, I don’t care about catching a wink Wake me up, claw hysteric, trying to manage a pinch Wake me up, how long have I been sleeping by now? How long have I been sleeping by now? Like, a weekend? [Outro] I’ve been waking up a lot, yeah Been waking up a lot, yeah (x3) Been waking up…
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DEAD 01:09
Call the ravens in, cawing flailing wings Haul my pale and limp remains in the grave and since I’m waiting been, contemplating things False awakenings, wash my face again I’m no longer a boy, mom Growing up to be a part of the soil, lawn Not playing with the cards of my choice, on My paranoia poise, pardon my moist palms I wonder if the dapper men In black and blue uncover my cadaver when The neighbors smell the maggots and Then tell the badgers ‘bout the sense stabbing acrid stench I wake up and I’m dead I wake up and I’m dead I wake up and I’m dead I never really woke up, did I?

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This album follows the character called "Sleeper", whose life is plagued by strange happenings and frequent nightmares that seem far too real to be just fiction...

Special thanks to my friends and the Boomslang Crew for featuring on this, and generally being ice cool dudes. Sleep tight.

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released October 28, 2015

Produced by Sin7ven
Mixed & mastered by Disjointed

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