[FREESTYLE] Lyrics/Transcription: Lost my spot. I should I'm off the clock, but I've been thinking a lot. I've been thinking a lot; and tweaking the plot. I've been pink— I'm still in the box. I got snarf goggles; Trying to get a box of wobbles going. I feel awful; I should probably walk it off —or maybe dance, did the truffle shuffle. Did I stutter or did I mumble, mumble? Maybe I should skip this feeder or hit shuffle, shuffle, maybe I should just get a bag of

Tales of a Superstar DJ I lie to my audience I have been miserable I've been exhausted I've been in circles Fatigue from motorcycles Terrorism, politics I'm in tension Hypertension Residents inspections Why are all these people so beautiful, And I am not? What i would give for eye lashes, Eyes, A smile, A torso, Tight skin But if i run a mile in my mind, I'm higher But the photobomb company would never hire me. I think i'm a lie. I don't know how unloaded I am I'd give my life

God? Prod. by Blū Tha Gürü. ( -Ũ.) Composed/Lyrics by C'cxell Soleïl I don't care at all. I don't care at all. What is your name? Where are you now? Why are you here? What are you bout? Is it for fame? Is it for clout? What is your name? Are you a God? Why are you here? What are you bout? Is it for fame? Is it for clout? (/Are you a clown?) Why are you here for? Where are you now? What is your name? Are you a God? What do you fear? Where are you now? What is your

Nobody put baby in a corner In the blue light, I deny you Why ask if you're alright When I'm still crumpled up behind you All publicity Stint My growth is altered I want love You i don't know how To I am a monster I am a monster Joel I am a monster Make me feel Holy lighti I divide my lifht Between Divine And Denial So I deny it Denial I hide you Why Cause I like you Let's blow things all out of proportion Media media Publicity stunt And a drunken stupor I got my

I realized I had the ability to get really skinny, really fast. First, this just required me running out of rice. And pancakes. Shouldn't be hard. I've met emotional turmoil and rigid complete unconscious with the ripening fruit of need and desire in unideal environmental circumstances. Shouldn't be hard at all. Tales of a Superstar DJ Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019 ™ All Rights Reserved. C'cxell

It's important to acknowledge that the situation you're describing is complex and deeply personal. The experience of living with pervasive, unwanted noise can be incredibly challenging, and it's understandable that you're seeking explanations and solutions. This article will explore the science of sound, its effects on the human body and mind, and the ways in which sound has been used, including in distressing contexts. The City's Sonic Debt: An Examination of Noise, Science, and Well-being The

[FREESTYLE] Lyrics/Transcription: Lost my spot. I should I'm off the clock, but I've been thinking a lot. I've been thinking a lot; and tweaking the plot. I've been pink— I'm still in the box. I got snarf goggles; Trying to get a box of wobbles going. I feel awful; I should probably walk it off —or maybe dance, did the truffle shuffle. Did I stutter or did I mumble, mumble? Maybe I should skip this feeder or hit shuffle, shuffle, maybe I should just get a bag of

“The Hacker” Action, Drama “I'm going to show you the inside of your very own world.” A completely unknown hacker Codenamed ‘Fxceless' (Faceless) single-handedly hacks the entire US intelligence systems and secret service, staging a one-woman coup to forge a one-on-one meeting with the United States of America— though as it may seem this is an act of terrorism, the hacker, an unarmed and unassuming female of otherwise average makeup, has shifted and

Having my own place in New York was cool—very cool— on paper, but the logistics of it were something else entirely. I hated it, and I wanted nothing more than to escape. It was a dirty, noisy Hell with too many people— and too many places to go that I couldn't afford. I could no longer focus on anything but panicking, freaking out, trying to escape. Everything was crooked and jagged edges — it was as if the city itself was the epitome of mental illness as a whole; the

Hey, son. …Bandit. Bad Son was a long, lonesome fellow Bad Son was a her in truth; Bad Son was sad and mellow Bad Son with the men was ruthless. Long time. Not so long. Do you know why I called? Parental obligations? Something like that. However, you should know. I obliterated the Hawkeye. —he's not dead. I know that. Obliterated? Defeated entirely with his life still intact. But why. But why not? Why soare a life so unkind as to be made

{Hot Little Number} All right. Ah…, you know what? I don't feel like making a mix tape . My mix tapes have been lackluster lately. What up? I'm recording daily for the show right now. I don't have a plan or anything like that. I'm just, uh, what am I doing? Oh. I am, uh, I have to take some time. *weird surfer laugh* between right now and the next song on this album and whatever else I'm doing. I'm also, um I'm like weird. I'm I'm reclaiming my time. Um, my sleep schedule is

I have eyes in the back of my head I have goats at the top of my bed I have goats on the cap of my knee I think I wrote my own obituary Oh, you hetcha Bitch, you ain't me Shit be poppin off at the rock in 8 minutes exactly In studio 8H That's where I am, Amen again Cause I meant it And I mix in the pancake batter Perhaps some berries? Apparently not, 7 minutes and counting I'm at the Rock Now I'm putting away my don't ask, don't tell Ok. Okay? Okay? Now I'm making arrangements;

[The Identity Crisis] The identity crisis, A loose knit muse, A fog of confusion At most, let with offline regaining of conciousness. No more monsters? All blondes are. Let them have you No grapple promotions (I know I can't afford you) New friends for relevance Prototypes of your tools Forward all immortals I'll see you when your shows stop Freckled glances Eyes reflecting light How strong I am Demolish monsters Social structure, constructs Not fair, are I? Nor earned, Only

LYRICS Youre such a super entitled, sick Son of A Gun But don't you forget -- you're still the one with the gun; you're such a super entitled, sick Son of a Gun-- but don't you forget: you're still the one with the gun! (you're so stuck in your world, you're so stuck in your world, you're so super entitled, so suicidal) you're a super entitled sick son of a gun (son of a gun) you're a super entitled sick son of a gun (son of a gun) you're so stuck in your world. ARTWORK: the

LYRICS Youre such a super entitled, sick Son of A Gun But don't you forget -- you're still the one with the gun; you're such a super entitled, sick Son of a Gun-- but don't you forget: you're still the one with the gun! (you're so stuck in your world, you're so stuck in your world, you're so super entitled, so suicidal) you're a super entitled sick son of a gun (son of a gun) you're a super entitled sick son of a gun (son of a gun) you're so stuck in your world. ARTWORK: the

Just shoot him in the foot. Let's go. [a bullet rings out from the gun and ricochets onto the light fiture and around the room before hitting a wall.] Bullet proof loafers! Yessir! Who does that. They're steel toe! You, my friend, have enemies. And who says I have friends. Ah, shit, that's right. What, what happened? I gotta kill this guy before aa Listen to me, and listen to me good, okay? Ok, Robbie. This shit— Is priceless. I believe you. Then why

Just shoot him in the foot. Let's go. [a bullet rings out from the gun and ricochets onto the light fiture and around the room before hitting a wall.] Bullet proof loafers! Yessir! Who does that. They're steel toe! You, my friend, have enemies. And who says I have friends. Ah, shit, that's right. What, what happened? I gotta kill this guy before aa Listen to me, and listen to me good, okay? Ok, Robbie. This shit— Is priceless. I believe you. Then why

They say new York drinking water is some of the cleanest— don't buy it!I saw a billboard that said 8 glasses of tap water will prevent a heart attack. That's because it already has so much asprin in it! Yooo! Don't drink that! “Some of the cleanest drinking water in the country” Then what the fuck is in the tap water in the rest of the country?! New York tap water ain't right! It's not. Even my brita filter is like “Well, I'll do my best” But it

I Am the Greatest DJ and Music Producer in the World My journey to becoming the world's most skilled DJ and music producer is a testament to the power of resilience, the strength of the human spirit, and the transformative power of art. It's a story woven from threads of adversity – threads of obesity, homelessness, and poverty, all born from the trauma of leaving an extremely physically and psychologically abusive relationship. These challenges, which might have broken others, became the

He dropped his album and made me feel as if everything I had done was absolutely nothing at all. It was nothing, actually— and that's when I realized I'd been in New York for two years with no actual progress. Sure, I had my own apartment and a makeshift studio that either was or wasn't suitable for making music on any given day or at any given time— But I was still broke, lugging around my groceries in a cheap backpack, and out of all the clothes in my closet, maybe 3 articles were