incessant uproar

This first entry was created using a voice memo recording of a freestyle session that I then took the transcription of and edited into this first draft. My plan with this is to create a lineup of completed lyrics and once I have enough to create a full project, probably 5ish songs, I will purchase the rights to the beats, go to a producer and try and bang it all out in one session. Anyhow, the process will be updated as it is pursued and further entries will be added and added onto in the future, thank you for your time and heres what I've got so far.

Lost Boy by Tripp

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNrlSAhFFmw

(Hook)

I feel too money adjacent, I don't know why I've been facing,

all the fears that have been chasing me for years 

I don't know why it has come to this, don't know why I’ve run from it

I’ve been running from myself but there's really no escaping

I've been stuck out in the cold and its been snowing

I don’t know where I’ve been heading and its showing

I don’t know what I should do but I know there's no withholding

I know we fear the same thing, and that we all beholden

(Verse)

I need to hold it down today I need to think about my fate 

I need to do what I can till I ca(I)nt 


I feel like I need to get my cash, and need to move my fucking lips. 

I need to move my fucking legs until my fucking feet rip 

Right off of my body, and that's all that I want

and so I don't know where to go or what I’ve got see

but I'm just gonna give it all in till I cannot see. 

I mean, like, what else can I do? 


What do I have to prove, but who have I been? 

Who have I been to you? Who have I been to me? 


I don't know where to go, But mentally, 

I don't know how I have been taking it

Earthquaking it and shaking it down to my boots, and I can't fake it. 

I feel like I take it way too far. 
I don't know, I feel bizarre. 

I can't fit in, but I don't know what to do or why it's hard. 


I don't know who I am. 

(Pre-Hook)

I feel like that might just break out and lose it. 

I don't know who I am, but I feel like I've been using

Using you to get there, iIt's so unfair. 


I don't know where to be. I'm unaware

I don't know what the fuck I'm doing or how I got through it. 

I mean, like…

(Hook with freestyle riffs)

I feel too money adjacent, I don't know why I've been facing,

all the fears that have been chasing me for years 

I don't know why it has come to this, don't know why I’ve run from it

I’ve been running from myself but there's really no escaping

I've been stuck out in the cold and its been snowing

I don’t know where I’ve been heading and its showing

I don’t know what I should do but I know there's no withholding

I know we fear the same thing, and that we all beholden

Entry 2 is from the same shower recording as entry  1 and was completed in roughly the same time frame, these represent the first 2 of 5 ideal entries before a formal recorded project will be attempted. All previous attempts were very spur of the moment and did not facilitate growth as an artist due to the unninvolved creative process relative to my newer technique of recording raw materical in the shower, workshopping in documents with the voice memo and the original beat until I like it all the way through. This and entry 1 represent the first of hopefully many projects that originate in this new more controlled studiable format. Thank you for your consumption, enjoy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzV4Ggl3s0M

Laptop Phone

(Hook)

Welcome to the spot we’re all like lambs, up to the slaughter 

Up to the slaughterhouse so fuck it why bother

Come with me its a quiet place we wont get bothered

Can’t get bothered or beat its too secluded

Grinding everybody up to turn into the food shit

And if you don't got good internet, then you gon get booted. 

And if there's too many people, then you might just lose it 

It's a bad connection. I’m not expecting you to use it,

(Verse 1)

I could do it. I could prove it, I could do it. I can shake it, 

I can tell you what the fuck is a cake and how to make it. 


I can give you directions but you don’t gotta take it. 

I don't know why I’m just sitting here naked, 

Rapping alone to a laptop phone. 

I don't know where the fuck this shit gon’ go 

I don't know what the fuck I need to know, 

but I wish I could read in the book and then go, 

Along my way, a long ass day, 

And I dont care for money but I need pay

Money big enough I don't have to worry again,

So I could just sit back, and give it to my friends, 

Give to everybody who can't meet their ends, 

because I wish I could give more. I wish I could give. 

I wish I could go ahead and give a shit. 


I mean, like, what the fuck are them billions gon get? 

(Hook)

Welcome to the spot we’re all like lambs, up to the slaughter 

Up to the slaughterhouse so fuck it why bother

Come with me its a quiet place we wont get bothered

Can’t get bothered or beat its too secluded

Grinding everybody up to turn into the food shit

And if you don't got good internet, then you gon get booted. 

And if there's too many people, then you might just lose it 

It's a bad connection. I’m not expecting you to use it,

(Verse 2)

I mean like, maybe I’m phenomenal. 


It doesn’t feel like things could become astronomical. 

Maybe greatness sitting spreading through my anatomical

Fuck it thinking bout it have me feeling hella comical

I mean, like maybe I can fucking blow up, I show up 

Every fucking day, my dues are paid I need to blow up. 


Where the fuck is my notations? Where's my flowers? 

All these bangers I make in the shower for hours. 


So many missed takes but no time to be sour

Climbing slowly off the roof my ivory tower

I'm just gonna do it, gonna have my time. 


I'm gonna go ahead and share my damn mind. 

Get it refined, process it slowly

Come and grind me down until you don’t know me

(Hook)

Welcome to the spot we’re all like lambs, up to the slaughter 

Up to the slaughterhouse so fuck it why bother

Come with me its a quiet place we wont get bothered

Can’t get bothered or beat its too secluded

Grinding everybody up to turn into the food shit

And if you don't got good internet, then you gon get booted. 

And if there's too many people, then you might just lose it 

It's a bad connection. I’m not expecting you to use it,

This one comes from a newer shower recording but is made in a similar fashion to the original shower to written lyric attempts I've made. This one was more straight up written stuff rather than being mostly ported from the voice recording. I enjoyed writing this and I plan to take it and probably 5 other total songs to the studio once I have a set of recordable songs I like. I am about halfway through the process of writing the initial EP and I'm hoping that this will materialize into some songs and a project I am proud of. The next songs I am going to write will be more intentional as opposed to the vibes based free form approach I have been taking up to this point. I also want to reach out to David Arcade to establish a professional relationship at some point.

Caddy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GIw3Gzzq06o

I'm like a Cadillac from factory, you aint got the knack like me. 

All you weird ass bozos runnin down my social battery.

Its naturally my strategy, don’t attempt no flattery,

Back up out the pocket, I’m too in it, theres no matchin me.

They talking blasphemy, and thats on god,

Can’t see shit through tinted glass but I hear the applause

Dipping, diving swerving and whole time I got the rod

Forrest gump it, get to runnin, and I’m out there with the squad

I'm gonna go hard till I die and that's on me, though

and I don't give shit unless all my boys are free, though. 


And if I don't get up, then I'm never gonna be me though. 

And when I want get in, I put key right in, that keyhole,

Best believe though, I’m still gonna be me though

Eating sushi, or snacking on alfreedo

Punching clocks and biding time waiting to be free though

And still through all the bullshit, Imma stick to me though

I’m so fresh and so clean though, you want to be me, no?

If I was in your shoes I’d want to be my amigo

Best believe though, I keep it lowkey though

And if shits getting sketchy I jet off on my torpedo

But thats beyond the point, and I’m beyond my means

And the only thing I know is that its not as it seems

Cuz wisdom comes from knowing that we do as we please

And I’ve been showing signs of growing tryna find my peace

And best believe I’ve been after that, sitting in the aftermath

Hit it out the park everytime but now I’m back to bat

Always in the dark hopping hoops like a acrobat

Spinning rims tinted windows pullin out the cul de sac

They talking blasphemy, and thats on god,

Can’t see shit through tinted glass but I hear the applause

Dipping, diving swerving and whole time I got the rod

Forrest gump it, get to runnin, and I’m out there with the squad

This one was based off of a portion of a shower recording but was mostly realized in the writing phase rather than mostly having its bones freestyled. I have enjoyed changing and adjusting my style of writing and I cannot wait to get a project recorded. I have just recently started to appreciate the importance of performance separate from the writing process. I am going to finish up my initial catalog to have enough for a project and then I will buy the beats and go to the studio. This has been an excellent learning experience as well as an enjoyable creative outlet that I initially had little faith in my own ability to excel at. Now I see that I have good roots and that with a real concerted effort I could make some stuff I could be proud of.

Punnett

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bgi1euEqeNM

(Chorus)

I could break in and then break off a piece

I could scope this shit out, and take over the scene

I could break in, and break off, shit split right at the seam

I could cook it till this shit sound clean. 

And I might just do it, Imma run it

Might go stupid on these squares like its punnett

If I had a car with nice engine I would gun it

Runnin up the bag and the growth never been stunted

(Verse 1)

I got drive like its google, thinkin with my noodle

Imma ditch the spot, fuck this whole kit caboodle

Keep it neutral and dont pop to me

Pet you like a poodle, this aint how its got to be

Its rocket league, way I kick it out the park

Got laser beams and I whip a push to start

And its foreign, anything but boring

Rip and dip like kitty cat love to do skateboarding

I feel important, wearing shit imported

Sike nah this shit second hand, still getting shit sorted

But I ain’t bored its, got me feeling gorgeous

Adding nothing to the landfill, dont need no more shit

(Hook)

If I was into running, I would be the fastest

Don’t call me a teacher but this is where the class is

Feeling brand new I’ve been busting out the plastic

Jumping swerving hopping shit and doing acrobatics

(Chorus)

I could break in and then break off a piece

I could scope this shit out, and take over the scene

I could break in, and break off, shit split right at the seam

I could cook it till this shit sound clean. 

And I might just do it, Imma run it

Might go stupid on these squares like its punnett

If I had a car with nice engine I would gun it

Runnin up the bag and the growth never been stunted

(Verse 2)

My heads been hectic, no way to perfect it

Everyone around me says my tastes kind of eclectic

Is it genetic? Am I gonna spread it?

I don’t know whats wrong with me or where the hell I’m headed

Am I just blessed with, all the wrong features

Quitting for the hell of it and sitting in the bleachers

I’m like a creature, prophetic in nature

Waiting for the profit motive to pay out my wager

If it is labor, then it is one of love,

And on the topic of the fit I do it like a glove

I need no teaching, lack of tutorial

And if the process kills me build a nice pretty memorial

This editorial, and all its filthy editors

Its metaphorical, feeding prey to predators

Uncategorical, cant write this with lett-ters

I’m so abhorrent, getting gory with competitors

(Hook)

If I was into running, I would be the fastest

Don’t call me a teacher but this is where the class is

Feeling brand new I’ve been busting out the plastic

Jumping swerving hopping shit and doing acrobatics

(Chorus)

I could break in and then break off a piece

I could scope this shit out, and take over the scene

I could break in, and break off, shit split right at the seam

I could cook it till this shit sound clean. 

And I might just do it, Imma run it

Might go stupid on these squares like its punnett

If I had a car with nice engine I would gun it

Runnin up the bag and the growth never been stunted

This one is the fifth in my attempt at a fully written project. I had fun writing this one and it was written in a bit of a weird headspace as I have been diving into a bit of an AI/tech bro rabbit hole that has been threatening my idealistic views on the future of humanity and creativity. I hope and am optimistic about the benefits of AGI but I worry about the hands that have the most influence in shaping the tools. I worry that, like many other technological innovations, instead of bringing untold prosperity, it will present yet another opportunity for a disparity in the distribution of wealth around the world. The song was fun to write and I hope I don't get killed by the GPT-1000 (terminator/Altman fusion joke).

Rebellion

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a30DHuqOA6w

(Verse 1)

I’m like a lion in a cage, a boy with lots of rage. 


I've been trying to divert and point it all at a page, 

But the page is fading and so am I. 

And I don't know where I’m gonna go when I die, 

but I don't really care anymore. So why try? 

Why should I care what I do when I’m alive? 


I feel like it's time to give in. I feel like it's time to rely 

On bullshit AI’s, and humanity’s demise

At this point every real person sighs,

Cuz we’ve all been force fed these lies,

Like it hasn’t been climate change deniers that blame us

Or celebrities that turn on fans once they're famous

Personally I wish they’d all kiss my anus, 

and push off to uranus, why they so shameless

If you can’t handle attention better stay nameless,

I have found that their disdain is too contagious
(Hook)

I’m not a threat, I am the best one. 

And I feel like if I pop out, I need a vest, gun. 


And by the power vested in me you are blessed, son.

Now hand in your collections and go head and bring the next one

Because I am not blessed, but I am threatened

And they don't understand the shoes I have to step in 

A nonviolent lover trynna to start a rebellion, 

Its starting to break down and the fights feeling compelling

(Chorus)

Let's cut loose and have some fun, we all complying 

Sitting home chillin while theres kids steady dying 

Off of American dollars that we are supplying. 

Theres no point in denying, cuz we lying

So we are lying and lying and lying in wait,

Lying in the grass like we all lie like a snake. 

Lying and complying, we’ve accepted our fate


But that won’t be me, I can’t sit and wait

(Verse 2)

Don’t know plan but wish I did so I could get in action. 

Don't know who I am, but I’ve got to pick a faction

Everybody everywhere says we need to be clashing, 

I am like potatoes, I can’t wait to get to mashing

Head to head and boot to boot, skulls we get to bashing 


Anything at any time, just to fight inaction

We’re gaining traction, steady pistol packin

Fighting for the love of it, it brings me satisfaction

I might turn bad guy, started good morals

Everybody everywhere wanna keep it normal

But we’ve got quarrels, that cannot be ignored

Everybody everywhere says theyre getting bored

Yelling now when whispering was steadily ignored

And if you cannot handle that then hop right on your sword

But I don’t think the heads rolling, would settle the score

Everybody everywhere still want to see more

(Chorus)

Let's cut loose and have some fun, we all complying 

Sitting home chillin while theres kids steady dying 

Off of American dollars that we are supplying. 

Theres no point in denying, cuz we lying

So we are lying and lying and lying in wait,

Lying in the grass like we all lie like a snake. 

Lying and complying, we’ve accepted our fate


But that won’t be me, I can’t sit and wait

(Hook)

I’m not a threat, I am the best one. 

And I feel like if I pop out, I need a vest, gun. 


And by the power vested in me you are blessed, son.

Now hand in your collections and go head and bring the next one

Because I am not blessed, but I am threatened

And they don't understand the shoes I have to step in 

A nonviolent lover trynna to start a rebellion, 

Its starting to break down and the fights feeling compelling

This one was mostly made through writing as I have been fidnign my freestyles to be limiting to me in terms of either I end up trying to keep the freestyle and sacrifice any running themes, or I just end up effectively taking the flows and hardly even those at most points. I am also going to pivot my strategy as far as finished work, I was previously working with the mindset of a project being the goal but I am now shifting my focuz to be on purely making good songs I like and then I will, whenever it feels right, assemble my favorites into some sort of project. I think in the future I may find myself approaching an album or something with a more coherent plan and attempt what I was initially going to do which was develop a group of works with some cohesion. For now though I will be developing my written songs to a point where when I really like one I will buy the rights to the beat and record. Anyhow, enjoy, or don't, I don't give a shit, love ya, bye...


Let that sink in

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6SP2Io0jn8&list=PLv-UEGPal1SBjfTlyKmkPt7sfY0VPAx2A&index=2

(Chorus)

You could get crossed like a chicken

Sauce better thicken

Rip it up a hundred times

But aint shit stickin

I been straight livin while you been lint lickin

Losing sight you lost the plot boy don’t got no vision

But I’ve been thinking

And heavily drinking

Didn’t think I could get lower

But im steady sinkin

Go let the sink in

Matter fact go do the dishes

Doin chores and bein bored, both better than riches

(Mini verse)

But I like to ride the beat, and like riches, too 

And you like to move yo feet, so move yo britches too

Go ahead buddy bring your heat, shits not original

put them in your pocket, like my currency all digital

I could step out for a million, but fuckit make it two

Cold blooded reptilian when I’m in the booth

Never had it easy, I been fightin nail and tooth

And I could tell you anything but chose to tell the truth

(Hook)

Bother me later, or bother me, never. 

Water under the bridge, onto new endeavors

Imma bring my best with or without the cheddar

Coming in with gun, vest and my steppers

Who could do better, no, no not you

I could change the weather flapping wings in the booth

Never felt better, I’m a king you’re uncouth

And I never fight no reason, I been tellin the truth

Cuz

(Chorus)

You could get crossed like a chicken

Sauce better thicken

Rip it up a hundred times

But aint shit stickin

I been straight livin while you been lint lickin

Losing sight you lost the plot boy don’t got no vision

But I’ve been thinking

And heavily drinking

Didn’t think I could get lower

But im steady sinkin

Go let the sink in

Matter fact go do the dishes

Doin chores and bein bored, both better than riches

(Verse)

Deep fry you, you wouldn’t believe

Big heat. I've been carrying like Steve, 

64 stacks of diamonds on my teeth. 

I’ve been running the beat till my feet bleed

And I dont know where to go but know what I need

And I dont know who I’ve been but I believe me

I know that I could be the best and they wouldn’t believe

And I could run until the suns done, better believe

Cuz I’m better than me, inevitably, 

Rocket rip up interstate now its time to leave

Power trip could get you stripped, they’ve invested in me

And its no better to be, dead and right

Then here and wrong, gentlemanly

Cuz they move questionably

So bang if you gotta match the eh-energy

Cuz I dont care who you are, step to me

And you gon stop moving, hells heavenly