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undecided & unreleased vol. 1

by whose

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shout out easynotey, zac Ivie the whole native leaves The salt lake scene I respect y’all the rats are running on the walls i hear their foot steps friend heart pacing, i don’t get her references her nostalgia burns like doug walker how funny dressed bummy old chick still got her nose runny im the noyd with the money up early for the chances done a thousand dances nercromatic romances till this day I’m hardly standing they hate and love me, bernie sanders got my logo painted on the army jacket the question mark white the letters green below a dialect that’s rarely been heard or seen im faceless in the crowd aces what i count chasing what i found i won’t let the taste escape out my mouth my face shines bright like i poured the avalon campanions glares darken like i scored the albatross his glowing sharp pride doesn’t know he’s gored the swan im condemned to be the slave to the whore of babylon so i just babble on got the world up in my palms so i just rattle on got the world up in my palms Babylon
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ain't it funny when im home i feel most alone ain’t it funny i wan die come on laugh with me smoke tree get high by the sea right before you walk in spark it let the waves swallow you whole like a mosh pit don’t wan end up selling cds on venice beach that’s the last of my days rather be laying next to billy mays or make amends with my fathers who’s estranged a stranger he was to me in my youth house silent like walls of a recording booth always scared shitless to tell him the truth or talk to at all anxieties riding me i was well trained to be that of a mute for self only fear that he would give me the boot reboots what i needed since i was left bleeding one step away from taking that leap off the roof alone ain't it funny when im home i feel most alone (kapeesh lyrics intentionally omitted)
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In the belly of the alchemist I memorize the null set Brass filled the reservoir We swam into the sunset Drew a map of empty promises upon my flesh Wit crow feathers No stress Was fed from the breast of a warrior Now i'm two times deeper than i started Wit no vines in sight I stir the cauldron with my left hand and stop time wit the right Every rapper i know was raised on the crack pipe We so selfish so daring No boloney no staring Trunk fulla scimitars While i'm dressed like a zuave Send the white man to hell n get rid of all the nuance It only seem right that its fog in my brain Since i was born that way On the horse w no name A jheri curl n a cape Practice sans praxis This lonely bastard The last standin The sketchbook is a seance I conversate w ghengis khan This is brains without brawn Trout without spawn Trite without calm I taught myself song From the motherland AKA winn parish They said my ink pen was garish I cast it to the side Wrote my raps w yellow bile They speak of life n death w false dichotomy These Farcical lobotomies over 4G 5G Baraka never lied to me That's Amiri Not Obama 30 rounds for 30 commas Activate the field spell Activate the field spell On the back of a Salemance wit a bashful nature Kept the raps inside a turkey baster and i Clutched the album like a bag full of pastries It's an infinite space i created cuz i'm Small minded Im small Small minded
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i got the super rap attack that shit the remedy had friends that used to matter now their dead to me sometimes people’s purpose is that of a mezzanine dog can’t imagine what it feel like to be next to me dog moving through the packs like a seal ay smoke too much i got a natural grill spirits got me for real ay cough a lung, make a song, cook a meal what’s the deal retail jobs won’t hire me i’m too good for their business catholic bitches don’t wanna touch me i hang around too many witches i got pagans who spraying norse gods with the blades out 5”6 but i’ll still shoot the fade day in and day out catch me bruising and bloodied still getting up for the money i got bills that are chunky so i keep my head down and i study remember days on Montgomery living starving and hungry i want the respect that you run from i am the best of my company the whose camp is too amped you won’t make it in a cypher in life you can choose family the camp is that reminder whose
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don’t settle down don’t fall in love things you do you can’t imagine what it feels like to be trapped inside your own mind every step feels like a clothesline coming at you from both sides I sit them down to get my point across time spent they sit me down to tell me how they did the exact opposite of what i asked need a life vest with most girls i don’t really pass the height check waiting on the next grimes quest, seems I’ve got my sights set they want to get dinner later check wallet aite bet oh my god I’m fucking broke don’t matter though im walking forward my legs moving like im drunk at 3 AM wish i could teleport like fayen need more than what i have to pay this rent California living isn’t living without a bag of lil happiness to take a dip in im swimming, im falling who am i i can’t call it what am i becoming feel as if ill have the answer next summer don’t mean to be a bummer but you gotta put yourself first to be the winner be the lead don’t be the drummer keep singing lil birdie don’t settle down don’t fall in love don’t settle down don’t fall in love focus on your self for self loooove things you don’t do things you won’t do things you should do
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we don’t give a fuck about no hoes stab my dick far down your throat david blaine with the frogs wrist is faux gold but i treat that bitch like a rolex got a holodex full of big bootied holes i gotta stretch i be licking cum off my fingers like dorito dust spinning in that pussy hoes call my dick tony touch my nut got girls mouth looking like squirrels do a twirl for me babygirl my retinas got hipster lenses im john lennon strutting up to your bitch my legs long as shit cup full of sour sop leaf i got stomach problems bitch lean dont fucking help me watching maron muted on the front screen already platinum blasting from the back screen my mack clean if my dick don’t give you a heartattack full money back guarantee order now
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i think to myself like why the hell are you talking made walkman at 17 the song came out so beautifully track 5 on the demo, urs pressed his head to the metal we did it together without no pennies or metals young and immaculate, planning for lavishness the words i manifest are decently trash at best i treat people like a suit thats soft and tailored while they run through my name carelessly with occams razor dr. zero with a slash becomes apart of that ill keep ranting and raving until you are sick of my indignant ass I’m still in awe of the amount of times I’ve chalked up my fate to god so appalled feel my fate is that of paul
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Too wasted i can barely breathe Impossible to just let it be Smirnoff is the remedy No matter what i do she won’t look at me Ay Ay No matter what i do she won’t look at me Too wasted i can barely breathe Impossible to just let it be Smirnoff is the remedy No matter what i do she won’t look at me Ay Stumbled my way to redacted house Told myself 1 hour and ima bounce Only sober one there shits hilarious All so gone only you feel their embarrassment Disparaging remarks of other races It’s ojai the stop signs are that of white faces Replacing the role of the one in control I try to patrol those wholl probably fold The night air is cold i smoked my last stoge Desperate enough to light a bud on a stove I look into the eyes of one and see that he’s numb His mouth reads a smile, his mind soul will run To the substance that gives him love, validation Attention fulfillment his lungs respiration Desperation set in not 8 years past I see all and more and yet i do not ask. Too wasted i can barely breathe Impossible to just let it be Smirnoff is the remedy No matter what i do she won’t look at me Ay Ay No matter what i do she won’t look at me Too wasted i can barely breathe Impossible to just let it be Smirnoff is the remedy No matter what i do she won’t look at me Ay
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a collection of songs released on instagram through #oneminmusicvids and loosie singles from 2019.

a bandcamp only release.

notable tracks:
native leaves freestyle (prod. by eazynotey)
ain't it funny (feat. tmwnucp, kapeesh)
1000 thou (feat. aasir, loveulysses)

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released May 1, 2020

all songs produced, mixed, and mastered by whose, unless listed otherwise.
written by whose and listed features.
cover art by @ellinthris

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