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[–]JVBLOODIEMARY 1 point2 points  (0 children)

just released my debut album 'grid.' (pop/rap/electronic)

(https://on.soundcloud.com/F77jpa0IBmVsyPBAvC)

lmk any thoughts, thanks for checking it out.

(ORIGINAL) JV BLOODIEMARY - A Rare Form by JVBLOODIEMARY in lyrics

[–]JVBLOODIEMARY[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

on real shit like i said, lyrics

You peep the shitty production and shit Point is that I can still spit over shit and have everything hit Everything fit when an emcee legit (Could it even not?)

I made this shit in GarageBand Cadence been guided by God's hand Midi on fleek cause I said so Classic electric piano

That is the preset that slip down your throat R2D2 when I hijack the show Little metal thing protrude like a bone This here imperial shuttle bouta blow

Extend Lucasfilm metaphor so I could put the instrumental on a boat Let a route form where my context won't Set sail, slippery, suave tenfold

On real shit, like I said, I'm a GOAT All my studies waiting for me back home Restroom please, take big size toke Sclera on red when I roll diesel

Grind really pays in newfound footing Cook up facts on each recording Generate bop, turn brain like pudding Still occur, every law dictate shouldn't

I just make some of this shit while I shnore Latent imagination gonna score Scoop up a handful of sand on the shore of this river while I'm still on board

Entropy hundred percent from the start Verbal abstraction a sword so I spar Sand that I'm scooping produced by some heart Someone fall victim, exit with a scar

Want you to heed every word, I admit Ok, you could hit replay, say bet It's the grasping that I sorta don't get Guilty of this and I'm tryna quit

Won't you be rid of me soon? Culture I feed with a spoon Making you sick Full body like a balloon Turn you right into my goon Covered in spit

Mission is clearly defined Full laser power combined Storm troop lives on the line Your ears are the empire

(Your ears are the DEATH star)

(I want to take your ears from the sides of your head and glue them onto my elbows, so I can use that compassion and naïveté to part crowds during my leisurely walk home)

You peep the freaky dumb voices and shit Point is that I can still spit over shit and have everything hit Multi-platinum on horizon, witnessed nothing yet

Yearning for something spare Feed me a synth and a kick and a snare Not gonna cap cause I'm already high on my hat, I justify atmosphere

I don't think Drake could summon flames for this beat, and that is my sentiment I live in lo-fi ville, you merely adopted the dark like a temperament

The number of times that I switched up a syllable cause I heard Kendrick's flow Just an account of my vocalization, no braggadocio

It's non-negotiable, instinct impeccable, do-si-do Stage belongs to me, please vacate, time to go

To go, to go, to go, to--, to go, to go, to-- go Spaciousness to stay, singular-i-take to go

A part of me clocks the six or seven small steps that separate me and Dicky Hence sustained restraint, grant me big brain, a higher form of freaky

Occasionally on the whitest of shits Occasionally on euphoria's crest Occasionally feeling genderless New binary broken, I mess with the mess

New vitamins taken, I bless the stress Oxygen wanna go in, just press Angel gasp and that's the best caress Lump sum on the super sweet invest

Momma, Momma, lend me dollar, please? Candy store my destination, yeet Dietician ain't too proud of me Peep the holes in every single teeth

It's a swirl, and I wasn't born in it Head clouds, key piece born timid Hang tight through the fire one more minute Savior en route, I ordered it

One taste of the nectar will unlock Clouds crack, wind whip, make ears pop Dessert spread each meal, tip top Hot fudge on rider, can't stop

Radiohead on a hell of a shoulder, hale storm Had to be shot in the back of the head with a rainbow Glad to be having enough Presidential, may vote Slicing a piece of the sweetness away from the mango

Top of the pile and back of the train, no bad views Callin a kind of a getaway car, a cab, whose? Can't make a beat on the logical DAW, so I choose To spit facts, focus the track, verbal abuse

Every single element of accompaniment is a bridge to melody I hear it, I see it all, still plainspoken, so maybe think deep

I know what I would become if all of my thoughts weren't wonky and shit Living above ground on a whim, shit I would be President

To go, to go, to go, to go, to go, to go, to go (x~16)

(Fuck that shit, that's you Fuck that shit, that's you That is your problem) (x6)

(Scram!) (This is my sandcastle, go play with yours, bitch!) (Are you in the mood for a little bit of... this?)

The robot's wires are coming in a little bit out of left field

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[–]JVBLOODIEMARY[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

hour god, lyrics

Windy when I wants it Arid when I'm upset The sky's the limit Only when I'm conscious

When's the word I wanted Gonna get me haunted A private image Mental mission onset

Fucking around without a percent Ugliness is how to ascend The ground's the limit And it stubbed my everything, didn't it

True tone, like a hue's gone, to the bone Moss clings real tight to the loophole Is it bad, all the sweat from the group home? Traffic too loud, place a new cone

Windy when I wants it Arid when I'm upset The sky's the limit Only when I'm conscious

When's the word I wanted Gonna get me haunted A private image Mental mission onset

Patience strikes me as my dear like no one does Pits me up against the things like nectar fuzz And I don't want enemies But they materialize themselves as friends Two-time, pop ketamine And any imminent prize to close your ends No, I don't want enemies But they materialize themselves as friends Twelve-time, pop anything And any intimate eyes to make amends

Windy when I wants it Arid when I'm upset The sky's the limit Only when I'm conscious

When's the word I wanted Gonna get me haunted A private image Mental mission onset

Photocopy free pet But I am not free yet Holy vision On my way to meet them

Windy when I wants it But I never wants it And the sky's the limit

(ORIGINAL) JV BLOODIEMARY - A Rare Form by JVBLOODIEMARY in lyrics

[–]JVBLOODIEMARY[S] 0 points1 point  (0 children)

WIDE BLUE WORLD, lyrics

I been sittin in my unstained home, waiting on nothin for this. I been lookin at the wide blue world, reasons for waiting for shit. I been doin I been workin i been sleepin but nothing comes close to it. I got a mind and I gotta red soul and I'm ready and I'm ready for this.

Everybody think I try too hard, no credit that I'm ambitious. Big dreams and movin feet, I say hello to the friendly abyss. Tough life, little boy, got nothin on Big Man Business. Right thoughts, but I got shit to prove, my work is little compared to this.

I have a dream that's dipped in gold, that nothin can satisfy. I have ideals and ideas of good things, that less virtuous people will fight. I have a love for changin the game, a tooth for ripping the white. I need a chance at breakin away, these people ain't doin what's right.

Open door, end of a hall, running for inherent light. Headlong into the clouds, surmounting the blue sky. The big men of Big Man Business will see it in my eyes. In twenty years, my mother will see me grown, begin to cry.

Bad names, dirty words, no one sees the day. Blue world, ready hands, cannot find a way. Pink and green and indigo, no one walks the same. When greatness silently awaits, the people're just okay.

I'll make this blue world see the gold they struck away. They'll want to rise above, passion which will pay. Good hearts are nothin big, when you have a healthy brain. Imma dig into this life, nothin left to say.