Rorschach Music

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SOLACE Locals is flames. The beats are so visceral in this project, along with these wild bars Favorite track: What Is Understood.

10knyxmusic This shit is amazing. I was just happy to be featured on the album since me and Tree had been working for a while but the album blew my mind. I’m happy to know such talented people in this music shit. The way all these beats and verses are so different but cohesive at the same time is crazy. 🙏🏾 Favorite track: Sowed For Redemption (Feat. 10KNYX).

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1.	Anthrax Folk 03:15	lyrics	buy track
Why do you think I think this way It's hard to say Unless I got an appointment I point away I'm tryna learn to enjoy it Even with pain But heated When you cross my brain You cheated? same It's all a shame We had to play Some foolish games I'm looking ghoulish in the face We pooled mistakes Unless it's you I'm not okay Not all the way But even then was led astray So now I pray And I don't know who I'm praying to Who is the one saving you If not yourself You got a spot on the top shelf If you want it But everybody's shotgun wedding To get the wad of cash It seems ironic Toxic trash A whole lot of that Thots who smash other chads A whole armful Who stabbed my back It's harmful looking back And hard not to crack But I know I can Clear the gap And keep on my path I feel it's sad When I have to part It's part of life I should be glad I'm not in the dark I found a light It casted shadows Over the sharks Because my pupils had to dilate Was looking past All the booking gaps I thought it wasn't what I actually had In fact I'd wished I never gave a dap To those ass-hats But I know I learned how to back up Proceed with caution I earned that complex Myself Was given good options Opted out Toxic trash A whole lot of that Thots who smash other chads A whole armful Who stabbed my back It's harmful looking back And hard not to crack But I know I can Clear the gap And keep on my path Wish I had a moment You wouldn't ignore the facts A minute to explore The impact Of thorns in my back Of course I'm mad But I know that doesn't get me much Been using it as a crutch And as such My legs are weaker Way too many rips from the beaker But not enough tricks from out my speakers I'm tryna scuff up my sneakers And also lay these plucks Hope you repeat them Not just playing me facetious Cause imma be some shit And you're just gonna be shit You can't be telling me shit From where you sit You an elf I'm an elephant You irrelevant to the struggles that I face I'd put my knuckles to your face But you can't even say it to my face
2.	Sowed For Redemption (Feat. 10KNYX) 03:38	lyrics	buy track
Ain't no seams on the piece Sheesh You redeem what you reap I can choose when I speak Ain't no seams on the piece Sheesh You redeem what you reap Steep Sipping tea, giving heat Stronger than my partners Not a feeble grunt Not to lead them on I don’t need to con I got p’s to flaunt Got to see the sun I don’t even run Anymore Trees to run I got trees to run I got beats to offer geeks But they only want one thing Always bring Don’t even bring it up I’ll get you what you want Then beat it son I’ve seen enough I don’t want Franklin’s To be frank I wanna win I don’t make you wanna Hum I just make you wince I’ll give you for instance Existing as myself You wish I was someone else To put upon your shelf You should be ashamed Because I’m really playing And you don’t even play The verses that I say That worsens all the pain You jerks are all insane We don’t learn things the same Reverse the pane It works to change perspective Perfect aim progression Smirk angry obsession Clerk take my concession I know they cost 11.75 So don’t even mess him Cursed to blurt out the hurt in my chest then Bursting right out on my shirt to depress them Birth to lie, on this earth I’m the best man You hurting my eyes and you need a breath mint Now that you peeped the message Seek some acceptance In the dead wreckage Read the deed Now it’s my possession Off the E You’re a childish professional Best to peace spud Irish vegetable They’re weak And I’m delectable That speech of mine incredible Ain't no seams on the piece Sheesh You redeem what you reap Steep Sipping tea, giving heat Geeked I can choose when I speak This a thought piece Bubble off me This along street Y'all be off-beat I'mma alter autumn if you cross me Can't believe we caught 'em Pokeball feats See 'em washed up This the wrong beach Get em off me As I'm activated You elapsed and faded I need practice daily So I pass the playlist Rapping Caviar Got em packing lately I'm the blackest baby Fist up I'm acting out for lack of payment We need maturation Honorable for it LeBron focused This all motive The God opus This all molded My arm throwing And long flowing My jaws holding It’s automatic Finna glow at it Fuck yo Patek Always go at it Call me flow addict Finna go up Nigga no attic Back on it There's no overlapping We ain't matching flavors Ain't no daps or favors Think the beats get catered I'm a motivator You a hater Say you gon' go up If you gon' show off Don't show up Raps on me I'm guiding Noah Happily I'm finna flow up Know what? Apathy I can give no fuck Mad at me? Nigga, go po' up Juking like Madden be Niggas catastrophes Don't want a addy, B Sober, I'm glad to be This what it had to be Really getting peace Northeast Out to East France I enjoyed Nice Niggas ploys be They enjoy me But don't know a song Shit annoy I collab with real Niggas geese to me You ain't really flocking Just the Kodak beat I'mma seek the sheet Writing heat to peak Shit a shirt to you It's a piece to me
3.	What Is Understood 02:11	lyrics	buy track
Crazy how I thought this would last forever Crazy what I thought I was But things changed for the better Sure as rain was the weather Cleaned me up Show my ways are clever No more plain from Denver Still blow my whole day on the ember Growing pains But I’m growing pay So many things changed from November Know today so much more then ever Yesterday wasn’t just a lecture I’m still working on myself Putting time in on the texture Tryna add worth to my shelf I’m not talking wealth Y'all Stick to the bottom of the barrel I’m hoping you’re sterile I don’t want to rock the same apparel I want you in peril I’m aware that you’re a demon too Thought I needed you Thought you were somebody else I don’t wanna be with you I want the girl that I thought That I had Not a thot Rat ass bitch Who wanna drag My name out Flatten shit And suck a bag of dicks I’m tryna get outta that bag Chase the bag To be happy and rich
4.	Who’d Have Thought 04:29	lyrics	buy track
What are the odds That it’s just this way And we’re better off Probably not that great What are the odds That it’s just this way Better than not Still unjust And it sucks It must stay Whether or not We can trust It’s tough It can’t be rushed At least that’s what They say What are the odds That it’s just this way And we’re better off Probably not that great I’m over thinking How much I be overthinking “How much?” You’ll be over there thinking Well it’s enough to be rough Alright? Feel like drinking And that’s not a good sign But fuck the Hollywood sign If I’m not Being myself Bitch Was only twelve when I found out how to give it a shot Was 16 When I learned to make it actually hot And this me Found a lot More in an screen Than anything that they taught me Now an outlet to beat the [coughing/coffin] I know you wanna see us Down in the dirt Caps leaving people hurt Wanna see me eat What you through away Like that’s helping me Like you’re making my day You know my feet got blisters And I’m twisted to numb the pain In vain It’s all seeming I wanna scream But that won’t make it okay Part of me wishes you stayed Part me hates you and wishes you pain But most of me is thankful Cause I gotta learn this shit some way So thank you What are the odds That it’s just this way And we’re better off More than probably great What are the odds That it’s just this way Better than not We’ll adjust And move on That’s just the crust Of the cake Weather what drops You can trust Your instinct And think Of every day As your pay day What are the odds That it’s just this way And we’re better off More than probably great No one can stop the fate But everyone stops the faith When obstacles lay ahead At least that’s what I’ve witnessed Unfriendly bitch shit They lose interest When you need a helping hand Turns out they we’re doing decisions To scissor me out Ever since who knows when Some pitiful clowns And like I had Stockholm yo I didn’t want it to end But it was better in the end though I’ll make new friends No need to pretend now I only got a few left And I’m learning something new Every time my shoes step There’s two types of Q’s But only one type is best By definition As far as quality I’m blessed Some recognition As far as quantity you’re stressed Either position You got a lot or got less I bet you wish you had the opposite The problem is You gotta find the best flaws Cause we all got em bitch Not perfect
5.	Technically Difficult 01:56	lyrics	buy track
I pissed life off Ain’t that some shit I miss my ex But I know that bitch Wasn’t shit I wanna Fuck I pissed life off I wanna write it all I miss life now I messed up again I’m quite down Looking for loving when They try to drown I hope I can fucking swim I know I can swim I don’t know about them I just go around them I’ll just keep a pound So the ground can’t be found But I’m bound to hit it You’re not around when I do So far you can’t hear the sound of it So hard I can’t keep my mouth shut Technical difficulties Extra principled Whenever the shit hits the whole blade No Lysol no glade Just a dash in the night After a stab in the back from a knife Actors are trash and infect your whole life Not really that rash to expect it won’t go right I’m tryna keep off that But also tryna stay bright Eyes peeled on the path Ahold of no light
6.	Mirror Gazing 02:36	lyrics	buy track
Looking how I move for cheddar Thinking you could do it better If you knew how much I do for it You wouldn’t call if effort I think you could call it sweating My whole life In letter form Yes better than the sword Slice up your chest Open Call it human error he was born How’d I get broken? The unspoken Bond Was one way They saw fun days In sun rays But when the rain come They run away The fake ones They wanna play some And fun’s great But what about love For the ones you call mates I guess I’m too strung up With dumb expectations Like I really expected The thugs But y’all some jake bums More value in shake crumbs You wanna call me fake Then take a look in the mirror To shave down a clearer Image and fuck yourself You wanna call me fake Then take a look in the mirror And peep flaws I said to your face Retard You wanna call me fake Then take a look in the mirror To shave down a clearer Image and fuck yourself You wanna call me fake Then so be it I’m done being Someone that I’m not To keep from popping these demons I don’t need a cause or a reason To be steaming But I got at least Sixteen And that’s just this evening Never much for the leaning But cleaning up is hard Especially with the battle scars But I’mma get far From dreaming And putting work in To work out the kinks Tryna lessen my drinks For four years I’ve been seeing my shrink It’s true I hear I’m not fucked up I just fucked up I hope to get my name clear From this mud through which it dragged And snagged me up Seeing bubbles till I pass out That’s what they thought But I’m coming back For their glass House I really brought rocks To be tossed But weaned Off that Cause I was taught To be strong And revenge is weak As well as wrath You wanna call me fake Then take a look in the mirror To shave down a clearer Image and fuck yourself You wanna call me fake Then take a look in the mirror And peep flaws I said to your face Retard You wanna call me fake Then take a look in the mirror To shave down a clearer Image and fuck yourself You wanna call me fake Then so be it I’m done being Someone that I’m not To keep from popping these demons
7.	Real Music (Feat. Banks) 01:52	lyrics	buy track
Peter damn Running man Like the hands On the clock While I can Doing what you not If I call Ain’t no blank shots Make him crawl Psych no leg shots Make 'em bawl Standing at the snake's plot Should’ve stayed indoors Got laid out Now you don’t get choice What to say 'bout I don’t AR I don’t go the snake route And I know who they are So I might stick around But I might not Best to surround Yourself tight god Vest ain’t safe and sound during a fight, watch When I’m done Need more Than just a wet wipe When I’m done I’m hoping You don’t get right Going 0 for fifty Feeling all but guilty You can call my filthy And you’re dead right Certified dickhead Girl come suck this dickhead Or we can just fuck instead I hope that you are misled Misled right into bed Yes miss get Further down to give neck I told you I’m a dickhead What else did you expect I’m going in to only receive And not give head I'm certified over qualified When she came to me I had some bags on me When she pulled up I had that cash on me She like damn dank Where you get all that Bitch Don't worry bout that Just open the back for me She make it clap for me Throw it back on me Ass so fat And she latch on me Do I qualify? Can I capitalize Turned 125 to a 350 350 turned to 1250 So quick God damn I just changed the stock I've been heavily prescribed I could be a dickhead But this dick and head gon' change your life girl Certified dickhead Girl come suck this dickhead Or we can just fuck instead I hope that you are misled Misled right into bed Yes miss get Further down to give neck I told you I’m a dickhead What else did you expect I’m going in to only receive And not give head
8.	Somebody Suck Me 03:45	lyrics	buy track
Laugh like it’s your birthday Have some cake Ease off thinking About your past mistakes Like Rags to rage Tackling bags to make I can’t hardly save Weed and cigarettes just take my pay Must be the pain But I’m taking on a challenge March through the rain Take five And take an L Brain fried The baking smell Deadly Like it’s heavenly But seventy for a q Is just a little steep I don’t really need it that bad I admit I’ve dropped a few On some fat asses Seeing through bad glasses Because the cash is tragic Wish I could flash like magic And have mad stacks kid But I’m too busy looking back At what I last did Actors left me with baggage And had me sign for the package Actually I didn’t order this They more than disappeared Left me lonely as orphanage But of course I morphed to fix Wow I’m oaring up the river. Styx, suck my fucking dick Bitch suck my fucking dick Dylan suck my fucking dick Kale suck my fucking dick All you are’s a bunch of tricks Other Dylan suck my dick Tyler suck my fucking dick Mike suck my fucking dick Put it in the air don’t smother it I know Sarah done sucked a bunch of dicks I guarantee I got more reach than all them other kids Logan suck my fucking dick Brandon suck my fucking dick Brett suck my fucking dick I know your fat ass can stomach it Herman suck my fucking dick You left me without money just a kid Tommy suck my fucking dick For promising shit Sean can suck my fucking dick Because he’s just a pussy And I’m bound to profit off my shit Born for you to book me Prerogative mistook me never Groggy in sunny weather Popular when I’m not myself It makes me wonder What everyone else is up to Instead I’m yelling fuck you Cause I don’t wanna suck like you
9.	The Locals (Feat. Happiest Kid In The World) 02:24	lyrics	buy track
Feet moving forward like a tape Mind goin’ backward like a tape Still feel sweet like a grape and you’ll always know our Beats go apeshit like an ape, fuck the fake shit Keep it 800 for the mates, know i ain’t shit Yet but we stay on the way, towards greatness I know sometimes future me won’t relate to this But it’s okay, it’s the cycle for my shapeshifts Remember bliss with the ex that i texted Now a skeleton in the closet with the rest of them We were excellent, now it’s just me excellin’ Wish her well, how she doin’? I can never tell ‘Cause I ain’t seen no one in months but i’m With my nigga Pete and we smoking on blunts We went to the bar performed old shit for fun They dunno noire, but it’s so close to us So far, the rise to the top been Slow but i never lost that feeling that we’ll Blow, ‘cause we put in work Left brain helping right foot out the dirt Tryna let em know that they should raise their worth but I gotta set example, even if it hurt Freedom in the art from bleeding through the shirt 6 feet apart from the snakes in the garden But we so sick, and i’m not just saying that ‘Cause i’m toasted, i just have faith that rap Is my onus, gotta stay statin’ facts Let you know this: you can do it too Don’t change your mood for the crew, your View can only come from you, gotta Prove you got something to prove, and know the Truth can only work with truth Moves ain’t even for certain You can’t put the work in? You can’t even bump my shit? Your brain is shut I put my all in it Calling this my passion It breaks the walls down Breaks the ice Most of the time People say it’s nice But I wish they gave more Than just one thought They got a one track mind Since I’m not on the box They don’t care till I die Or sellout the garden I beg your pardon? Put it through your eyes Your picture’s wallet sized I’m painting art bitch Not even ogling prizes I just want love And to be better at Making the art up Without making shit up I’m giving you just a taste of my strut You couldn’t rock my chucks You’re not close enough to us
10.	Need Not Be Discussed 02:11	lyrics	buy track
I don’t know how many times I’ve gotta say it I wish somebody would buy My fucking tapes But just in case you weren’t convinced That I was staying Here’s my logic over bass I think that I can do What you do But I’d do it better In fact I’d never wanna do What you can do You think you’re mister cool But I just think you missed the letter The one that told you That you should’ve stayed in school Not close to my competitor You’re less than regular If you think my shit isn’t clever Need to read forever I’m the whole team and the director Still interject and pester But never lose a test that I was betting on I’ll get it Won’t even sweat it I’ll just put my head in it My regimen I’m definitely better than The one you call the best I guess I’ll never win Wish you could tell it He does less But gets all the credit Seems it’s worth the effort But only to myself Well said it

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released November 19, 2021

I, Peter Boger, made all of these beats and wrote all of my lyrics, as usual.

Shoutout to the Art Club homies, as always, for being on the project

10KNYX (On track 2) unitedmasters.com/nyx

Bank$ (On track 7) soundcloud.com/bank-s845

Happiest Kid In The World (On track 9)
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