matthew salmon

In case you are new here, these are my rough drafts and incompletes - waiting to be redone and polished up.

beat: l'orange - lost arts / Semtimemt of saint Represented within the rhythm Heaven sent 'em to prison Inside the cell you been livin Inclined to tell 'em the visions But kinda tell they would kill him Pray with these hymns that sins be forgiven Paint the stained glassed its tainted by any hatred We all have a little bit Sabotage the wit-n-ess Accost the princess The cost is priceless That's why these wrists will always be iceless Aint the nicest dont get me wrong any Fake ass is flightless so many stay gone steady aimed at ya highness Always seem to fall we all Framed in his likeness But still depsite this Just call me Sisyphus the way im lift em up wirh rock n roll Inevitable to steer metropolis away from dominoes Its gotta go Thats what they been saying amd they serious We all agree with that except it can't be instantaneous Everything that glitter aint gold Baby in the bath was wrinkly and old Throwin out the wise in hopes we progress But fall back in line when hope is known less No second guessin stress is reakin havoc on the western hemis Fear is hell and breakin up the family nothing less than Peer review the shit we tellin you and reach the same conclusion Common sense is hardly represented in these Roman ruins Think about ya thoughts and then get back to me And while ya at it audit all these thots and give em chastity Look they jaws dropped they point and laugh at this catastrophe But that just be the shame ya boy passes so masterfully           Here ya go baby ever handled that? Ever had a parent show you not to me a spoiled brat? Ever had a brother call you out for doing stupid shit? Ever had a sister saying you dont have to do... it?

I’mma find a way that I can find a way ta Say all of the things that I been tryna say Cept I wanna do it so it’s systematic Fueling my movements with my emotions proven problematic Sabbaticals til radical in every way Easier than ever standing out when everybody gay Imma set this up like it’s a factory Then I’m cutting through all of the bullshit and the faggotry That’s in the way They wanna put PC muzzle on my face Got me sayin shit I never would’ve thought i needa say Am I really that predictable? Or am I just another victim of a bunch vitriol Or maybe it’s the way that I’ve been thinkin for a minute I take full responsibility for all these fuckin idiots Psyche Do the things I want and all the shit I like Passin on this instant gratification got me feelin right I mean Working for my family’s future That doesn’t exist yet Uhhh Still been snappin even if it’s half a fraction of the sum Of the person that I’ve been and the man that i’ll become Still I plan on doin sumthin everybody scared to do Dont be worred if you catch shittin all up in ya stu Take a seat, then a scoop, down the hatch, at’ll do the trick Easy mama everybody know you brought the lutefisk Nobody wanna tell ya brought it on yaself Doubt she even give a shit she goin right back on the shelf No pills, no chill, not a shit given I left it for ya moms last thanksgiving Tell her she the bomb even tho she isnt Thats why to daddy gone rather go to prison I could go on but I know i shouldn’t How convenient he switchin up the flow In the middle of a bar Like he don’t know what to order Just a little bit to far off the wagon in the shoulder Of a busy road Whatchya know He fixes up the flat Cops’ll send his ass to prison when they figure out the flask Filled up halfway with some gas Whoops, sorry occifer Didnt mean to be a criminal Or show you that I’m sweerrvvvin Right into ya daughter’s front lawn Act like it’s a mystery tomorrow when she yawn I aint goin back to prison till I’m gone If I have to take ya with me then I’m rappin up this song clap off - busta rhymes

Beat by VAVI - “Script” https://youtu.be/43nPC1n4rP8 Par for the course Eagles go to die Far from the average Star struck did damage Get this kid a bandage covered with colors and branded Cartoons, soothe wounds, you need bacetracin Half its hangin open catch a butterfly close it ‘Fore it’s leaking pass the point of no Return video tapes I go Sicko psycho mericano Wit a little bitta ice is nice n cold She a little bit fiesty I suppose She a little bit like me I should know But refusin self awareness My birds are boxed and they parrots Why should the kitty be hairless Where in the f*** are these parents Lackin a bone in they back its hazerdous stupid and careless This from a critic who hypocritically aimless So Take a pause take ya jaws of the floor leggo This that raw ask ya girl guarantee the she know If she say she don’t well she could be telling the truth Or she had sufficient practice n now she sellin you dupes S’why’m selling the coupes, bought a deuce deuce Couple .38s,  couple can relate Lately i’m thinkin we merely playin the part of a script Oui it’s embarrassing shit, you gonna pardon my french I’m gonna stock up my chips Get good at cookin ze fish Catching me slippin you wish Trapped in ridiculousness Lookin at screens, demonic entity beams I’m paranoid and a fiend But if I’m right then, you gon, see Fight or flight, only faggots, freeze Birds, bees, maggots, fleas Day or night, we all hafta, leave White, black, grey, green Life is cycles they repeat History in rhythm, D, Vide n conquer, vices leak Till they steal the guns n speech Shootin up ya favorite streams Holes in all ya arguments We on to all ya strategies and all us up to arms in it Keep on acting out ya roles and Don’t forget a single line None of us are worried bout it Couldn't forget if you tried

Written and recorded on my phone in less than an hour in a cafe in seminyak Bali. beat by Mark Kamen This the blindside Rubbin on muh minds eye Hindsight Twenny twenny Baby say she love me Now I think that shit is funny as a drive by Which it’s not Pissed this thought is runnin through my cranium I walk up to a baddie I got nothin good to say to em I wanna roll a fattie filled with budda so I pray to him In-hale bales of the hay meditate and decay while I medicate the pain all away Like aye Didn’t have much to put into a thought Anyway They can’t touch me if I never put myself into my day They don’t love me like I love me and I’m goin all the way Full of somethin filled with nothin paradoxically the same What the fucks it mean to be a human being who can say Let me just say a couple key phrases till I’m paid And I’m broke on stage till I choke Always dreamin till I’m woke Just your everyday folk

throwback 3 years. first song I've released on here that wasnt recorded on my phone immediately after writing it, with the beat playing on my laptop

Written sittin on a plastic chair in Kuala Lumpur, malaysia with a nicely packed hookah. Lyrics: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1a8M2_wpT2wEY_cbGRRhjI3cGm2V7zbw6/view?usp=drivesdk beat- bambro koyo ganda by bonobo

well I like words, and word is bond my name is James, I'm lyin huh I'm tryin bruh, ice underneath my eyelid's fall the fuck that mean, u aint even know bruh she don't need no man she dont need no bra  she gon free dat nip she gon take that d she gon take a couple sips now her neck game on that's cool and all don't get me wrong but that shit gets old when you let shit go and your best foot forward steps back over all next fad overall came back from the past and it all unfolds I'm suppose to tell you that I smell you and it's all roses But this corny outcast thinks you smell like toilets I'm no excecption, no second guessing Have a little faith, and some epinephrin  best on the planet god dammit I'm the man and Imma level any devil till they everywhere on hand on god on the bible still a child till its over  on some ying yang criss cross this that rick ross mixed with lao tzu fuck if you know the fuck you don't  it dont matter what you say, unless you really know and y

ah shit b I'm back on my grizzy, positively winning the competition is thinning i guarantee that they kidding, at least hope they get with it so next they doin my biddin while I elope with they women bout to rope em, I get em I got em all in my pocket  i never stall never faulter I'm with ya favorite daughter bout to talk with her mother take it all if I want it I got the will of a thousand million kings and they want it all I kill it i'm serial, a serious criminal, I'm kiddin you get it yall, ephemeral pitfalls it's coded at github, ur job is a shit scrub, my talk is the shit love, it does what a shiv does you do what a siv does, you losing it all you the type hear it ringing while ignoring the call I'm the type to pick it up and give the answers to ya'll I'm the type to ask a question and then give it my all Takin L's like I want em they like the bricks to this wall Take a brick to the face then placing it where it belongs See the L's are the hardest part of the jourey

i got nothin that i need to say nothin hidden up my sleeve, got no tricks to play nothin different about me, just a different day no indifference just a will in me needs a change i think I'm insane, in the sense i tend isolate need the gold my brain holds to give away pokin holes took it's toll think i over paid gettin old gotta roll and the road is paved in a sober state, minus sleep deprived blockage in my sinuses and underneath my eyes there is purple bags, from all the bags of purple never worked for heaven on earth those pearly gates encircled I'm saint who's hurtful, a beneficial demon there's a line dividing both inside all human beins check mother theresa, it's up to you to equal what you think would change the world to make it sorta peaceful been on this course deceitful forces keep the torches lit and morphs it from the poorest kid who made it out the orphanage search whatever's sourcing this and stand up to some horridness  your narcisistic course could up

missed a few syllables but I love the delivery. this aint my real voice/ no matter what I choose never feelin real poised/ sick of all this noise, let me air my ills/ turn the waves into a beach without a movin gill/ this how I choose to feel/ i feel its all okay/ i feel this wavy , every single day/ i'm feelin high, I'm feelin faded/ the end is nigh, we're all waitin/ is something gonna happen/ is there a nuke thats bout to blow our brains to bits of shrapnel/ i wish that shit would happen/ death by anticipation/ swear they feedin off my fears all for some fuckin ratins/ fuck wit my powers i'm takin it back/ tell me you know me when you dunno jack/ you know that I wouldnt really wish that/ kinda like most of the people I met/ all of em mad about something I bet/ but maybe they dont know the matter of facts/ or maybe they do and I'm pissin em off/ or maybe they don't and im wakin they ass/ takin this as_an oppurtunity to vent my bloated brain/ and you better me vettin this/ and tell me

Ayo ayo hot damn/ woke up makin money while you sleepin on the man/ think it's kinda funny how they love me when I am/ lookin like I'm peter pan flyin off to neverland/ I aint on okay i am/ I'm lyin on a milli know I'm focused on the bands/ Talkin with pockets gotta lot I gotta land/ pitchin so i'm dishin what you missin in ya hand/ spinnin up these rhythms livin out in Thailand/ White man sawadee krup to my fans/ Wearin loose pants gettin bahts gettin tan/ Makin bahts like I'm boston dynamics n dem/ gettin silly fo really I'm in different city/ I'm bout to rip it n kill it only positive filaments/ You wanna wait for a second before I'm breakin this record/ and when ya lady is left with me all thats left is her necklace/ Hot damn had to spell it out like that/ on a fat bear had to walk it out like that/ never catch me slippin I slip on my damn self/ Don't want me a mistress I want em all to my self/ That ain't good for land I get it/ I get it how I'm livin I brok

some times it's all about the flow/ most times it's the things that you think you know/ gimme a second while I scour my dome / this cloud is my home it's time for me to let it elope i'm on/ a couple ones and a twenty at most/ almost twenty seven time's a helluva choice/ what an impecable voice  that speaks to me in my noggin/ i'm friends with me if I'm honest i've grown addicted to phonics/ hooked on words i'm efficient at fishin step to me then you missin / I guarantee I'm vanishin  before you meet what I'm dishin/ I'm keen dishin the truth  only a few, / catch me slippin I'm a ghost in the booth/ This toast is for you, my image burnt through it too/ I aint jesus man but jesus man i am what it do/ I mean I can't let you through, who am I to assume/ Yo I mean it man I'll keep my hands behind me to prove/ I'm dyin to lose/ and i'm livin to win/ I'm just tryin to choose beat: TheWhut by BluntOne

life is hazerodus  after the will of lazerus / after whatever element brings out the light in half of us/ actually whatever brings another death bed grins / regret is my only enemy aside from my sins / i'm climbing with wins  bucket  of crustacean limbs  / they pullin me down illusions that i'm full of some how / i'm full of it now lights will now illuminate the crowd / been fuckin around a summa cuma lauda with the loud / pounds and daps for the ignorance  blinded by the willfullness of innocence / and if it it isn't this then it's naievity and lack of sense / money's only motivating half of what they actually is  / if you disagree then go and axe some kids / they tell you right,  or tell you like their parents did / it's a vicous cycle hard to break it like a diamond ring / it's just im into kinda things behind the curtains pullin strings / where is the wizard of oz aint it odd you have to ask these things     / imma get my mind right