(Blake Ambrose)

Intermittent dream drifter, hands on the creamy fritter/
In the dam like a beavers with ‘em, see me bitter/
(Nah) More likely see me smashing a TV dinner/
Here in the animal years praying for an easy winter/
Scheming clippers, and the stoic heroes you find/
Speaking the advantages of a cheap unglued mind/
If I stop being scared I’ll break it, I’ll probably do fine/
Choose mine, I guess I’ll keep laughs and lose lines/

[Kurn't]

I'm seeing ghosts, mom, life's glitching again!
Whether real or sim, I'm never in position to win
Every laugh and grin chased with a kick to the chin
And every time it's grim I'm lifted up back to the brim
I got my mind set on overcoming something
Even though I know the final prize is probably fucking nothing
I need to stay busy so keep the chaos coming
Angry people in their graves is probably why the earth is humming

[Happy Tooth]

Sometimes I don’t know what my mouth’s muttering.
I might’ve stopped functioning,
but therapy’s a luxury.
One day I’m bubbly, next day I seem flat.
Our inner dialogue sits inside a fog in how we act.
I’m not aligned, to be honest guys, there’s a toxic side.
I keep dropping hints for fixes when the problem’s mine.
Teach em not to cry when they get overwhelmed,
then wonder why outta spite they tell you to go to hell,
well...


[Dug]

gnawing desperation
seeking undefined MacGuffin
I been up to something
since before you ordered the McMuffin
I got rituals
I stick to them like principles
which is to say
occasionally but only when it isn't super difficult
moth to flame
except the flame in question is invisible
I have some guesses why
but none I'd comfortably admit to you

I'm growing out of thinking
that I'm ever gonna change
but then declaring immortality
answered less questions than it raised

it's been a decade plus
I feel I only just learned how to rap
sometimes forgetting that I'm not behind
the runners that I lapped
it's all misunderstanding life
conclusion hopping til the tank's dry
I caught my tail and brought you it
to not a single thanks - why?

it's no respect
can't prove it but it's real
because I say it's real
like suddenly remembering
the movie Rover Dangerfield
it’s not about nostalgia nor
riding that to fake appeal
it’s parlor tricks
I make it hard to get
just to play with you

[Claud Six]
Way past the days of being asleep til 1:30
Dream of other worlds, but I’m leaping up early
Bounce back and forth between seeming unworthy
And tooting my own horn like I’m Bleeding Gums Murphy
Hurdle these mud traps, run laps and steeplechase
auf Wiedersehen, save your pennies for the meter maids
R4PC4MP rocking on stage playing keep-away
From these little Beanie Babies tryna make an easy name

[Evaridae]
I found myself with the pages
Younger in a cleaner state
The status quo was
My imagination at the apex
But I didn’t have the patience
To elaborate on anything
That I had been cooking
Til I got baked
Lookin’ at the plot within the context
I found that most wear a costume
It’s human but I grew weary
Of the process
Learned about knowledge of self
From all the Gods it
Made me see that life
Is organized like a mosh pit

TOAST (hook)
What’s your code?
Embrace the way it goes,
Navigating the principles of flow.
As we grow, affecting modus operandi,
Use the wind to teach us to fly
It makes us alive