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Isolation

by Kasey Zoned

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(Verse 1) Strung out like Mandolins Fuck I manage to bandage em Problematic scratches Rapping rhyme schemes spastically I'm actually an athlete, If your passing me the gaseous hash leaf I'lll race to face, nobody passing​ me, If you asking​ me I'm dying to lie 'bout six deep I find me grimmey and scummy From my churning tummy To my epiderm that covers me Suicidal company's​ Running me stumbling, My troubling jungle of thoughts are doubling up (Hook) As I wish for this affliction To be more of a fiction Isolated self malignancy Willingly killing me, Addicted to hesitation With a fixation on tomorrow I break my laurels of morals, I smoke, I pour up. (Verse 2) Naps'll be the death of me Chard bonfires, awe inspired Calm cyphers, all nighters Especially My time's spent selfishly Are helping me Time spent selfishly Is helping me Evaded the sun today I hate it, I wanna stay Alienated away from the Fake faces I'm complacent for "Please say more," What I wait for when my words Work they way awkwardly outwards Worthless worries ware me out (Hook) As wish for this affliction, To be more of a fiction Isolated self malignancy, I'm willingly killing me, Addicted to hesitation With a fixation on tomorrow I break my laurels of morals, I smoke, I pour up. As I wish for this affliction, To be more of a fiction Isolated self malignancy, Willingly killing me, Addicted to hesitation With a fixation on tomorrow I break my laurels of morals, I smoke, I smoke (Verse 3) Fuck a diagnosis I'll die smoking potent roaches Hoping canibinoids' hypnosis Nips this sick focus Fuck a doctor's notice Imma dock a blunt. To quote shit POTUS Trump, "Nobody Builds walls better than me" Fuck immodest lips Off a sip, liqu's cotton wicks Logic and lodges bricks To sit with me, the enemy These serenity seeking tendencies Rope me into lonesomeness Hoping canibinoids' hypnosis nips This sick focus quick (Hook) I wish for this affliction To be more of a fiction Isolated self malignancy Willingly killing me, Addicted to hesitation With a fixation on tomorrow I break my laurels of morals I smoke, I p- (Refrain) Steadily medicated Profusely with excuses Loose-leaf heavily weighted With proof Imma nuisance Steadily medicated Profusely with excuses Loose-leaf heavily weighted With proof Imma (Bridge) A mess intoxicated, just drowned He was sedated when found By the sound of escape The sounds of tremble and bass Bless the day he started As an artist who's target's to Brake his self hate Can't wait, can't keep (Hook) Wishing for this affliction To be more of a fiction Isolated self malignancy Willingly killing me, Addicted to hesitation With a fixation on tomorrow I break my laurels of morals, I smoke, I pour up
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(Hook) I gotta go cop me some Dutchies Wrap it up like some lunch meats Having us higher than bungies My Backs can never be crunchy Relax when I'm past blazed Relapsing back to ashtrays Facing encased grass blades Drawn to drifting, drag race I gotta go cop me some Dutchies I gotta go cop me some Dutchies I gotta go cop me some Dutchies Getting so lifted, the ground can't touch me I gotta go cop me some I gotta go cop me some I gotta go cop me some I gotta go (Verse 1) Scraping the caressed masons Taking fresh vegetables Never half baked My edibles blessed with decibels Jack hammers Left you smacked in jammers Wrapped fat like nanas On ya ass, damn bruh, Now ya can't stand up Orange fur and crystalline life Foreign purp on unlimited like More to burn, pyromania And ya blaming us for aiming up Skyward like house shingles Blunt in thumb without thimbles Nimbus clouds on my tongue, Im Young, loud, and sky lingual (Hook) I gotta go cop me some Dutchies Wrap it up like some lunch meats Having us higher than bungies] My Backs can never be crunchy Relax when I'm past blazed Relapsing back to ashtrays Facing encased grass blades Drawn to drastic drifting, drag race I gotta go cop me some Dutchies I gotta go cop me some Dutchies I gotta go cop me some Dutchies Getting so lifted, the ground can't touch me I gotta go cop me some I gotta go cop me some I gotta go cop me some I gotta go (Verse 2) What's a level temperament? Call me Benjamin's kite Lit like Edison, my medicine's Better than "Alright" Even Jesus was left dead again so When my lead is in sight Spect my alphabet to flight Bet Im begging to fight Overlook us, you'll get broken up, You'll set cooked up in pipes Asses getting braised in grasses Shoulda put up some signs Get ya socks off my lawn Popping off my locs getting long There a lot in this bong I cant stop before it's gone I gotta go cop me some Dutchies Boxin the whip till it's stuffy If Im coughing I'm lit, I must be Lost in this zip, don't come for me Looking at the cookies in my pouch Rookies ignite this, they be out Couch bound, cotton mouth Floating over mountains now Look down catch vertigo Searching for the earth like, "where'd it go" (Where'd it go) Oh there it goes Damn that drop's deep Imma cop crop in heaps I can't sober now I need a whole 'nother pound and (Hook) I gotta go cop me some Dutchies Wrap it up like some lunch meats Having us higher than bungies My Backs can never be crunchy Relax when I'm past blazed Relapsing back to ashtrays Facing encased grass blades Drawn to drastic drifting, drag race I gotta go cop me some Dutchies I gotta go cop me some Dutchies I gotta go cop me some Dutchies Getting so lifted, the ground can't touch me I gotta go cop me some I gotta go cop me some I gotta go cop me some I gotta go (Outro) Dutch leaf laid round herbal sour Duck when I spray my verbal showers Fuck a lame pape, that's not how i burn flowers Smoking so much, I forgot the the hour Dutch leaf laid round herbal sour Duck when I spray my verbal showers Fuck a lame pape, that's not how i burn flowers Smoking so much, I'm almost out of sour Dutch leaf laid round herbal sour Duck when I spray my verbal showers Fuck a lame pape, that's not how I burn flowers Smoking so much, I forgot the the hour Dutch leaf laid round herbal sour Duck when I spray my verbal showers Fuck a lame pape, that's not how i burn flowers Smoking so much, shit I'm out of sour
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(Verse 1) With hollowed-out wallets Watch him wild 'n and out like them wabbits In Wallace and Grommet, Nommin' Dollar slices right in to his stomach His problems, they're too abundant A dummy, running drunkly, stumbling unsound Fucking around, loosing lumps of skunky And not have it for another sack At last, waves crash like cataracts And laughing tracks double back to attack And they fast to pack a bag like nomads Only steps left, deceased he'll rest if he attempts to hold his breath For the cameras and models to lust Why is getting dollars up a common love, Like a baller, bruh, bottoms up In booths where bottles bust He's spitting like a llama tongue Cause when sipping from Raman cups Listen, it gets ominous Former followers dropping off Hell be ill when he's filled with bills but until he's sanitized Analyzing, Minimizing the fantasized Eyes wide as he inscribes Politicized rhymes (Verse 2) As the most potent poet flowing His foes can hope to notice he's folding But he's so much colder than the polar solstice High like he's smoking a Boeing He's zoning from rolling green growings Here don't even know when he left yall broken and open Like Logan with the adamantium Killing him can't be done With the stamina of a Tammy gun So ante up Get your chips in, y'all dry like a side of biscuits His mission is to piss on your dishes Sifting through y'all blithering rappers and y'all whispering Feeling like a kid again with all this damn bickering He's quicker than that liquor that hit ya With your tummy on e A spotter that withers litters of critters Like Rick, that's LaDi He got their bodies in a winter coat to slow his sicker flows And he's bitter because he never coasts, Like the Clippers home (Verse 3) Old porridge in his breath With unfortunate steps He elects to be scorned Yet adorned for his sets He can't afford to have less Abhorrent, is your excess But so boring the abyss And unless he's upset He affects the next The rest settled in his step Like a kettle at its best or Metal that'll readily compress It'll be stress To belittle his riddled threats Like the middle of a little kept flask He's crass So don't ask if he'll fast Like pass up on your ass Like accidentally grab A pipe of grass and laugh Act as if he happened To start rapping and tapping Racking em up and cracking Called left pocket So don't ask if he'll stop it He's regarded as exalted And from the farthest part of your yardstick He's horrid as garlic In the counts markets carpet Or parted under some armpits He's lonely past the target And he's only just getting started
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(Verse 1) I stroll in solitude It's what I often do A dub in the Dutch I call it two Am I allowed to groove All of you Collars in suits I'd rather not bother you But something smells fishy Probably not otter food So imma get audible! Hear me? Imma get audible! Ain't shit sweet like a hollow tooth Be damned if I don't follow through Our feet deep in the shallow pool But on your side of the street Adult swim in the condos Through y'all windows, I see feasts Y'all blind eyes turned From behind your beige blinds Sidewalk grime, pushed to crime Liquor stores on our corners A fifth or more Not sure if we can afford To floor past the precinct Into schools that are decent But boy, I'm off the deep end And no it doesn't depend On what you're believing in I'm tired of weeping Gentrify our avenues Having new clubs at our expenses So honestly, I don't give a fuck who I'm offending (Hook) x2 Ain't no rats in they trash bin When walking past, like a has been Burning grass and I'm ashing The furnace is fast blasting We're learning they laughing They laughing, we're learning We're learning, they're laughing Ain't no rats in they trash bin (Verse 2) Y'all acting as if it's a tragedy Magic, how'd this happened Like poverty wasn't swept under Rugs, mats, tapestry. Thunder Storms pour on your floats Born with more, hope you don't choke On your platinum spackled spatula But y'all still hazardous Draculas Snatch up my Nouns and verbs verbatim My adjectives agitate aggressors My words are what you make em And fly over the heads of lessers Now, onto the next spurt Turning heads so quick You finna get nauseous and sick I'm lit, Often coughing, equipped with a six bics. But To the topic on hand, Fuck a racial catalyst Fuck a white ACTivist, That's white with an asterisk The type to act as if Blactivist practices are So blasphemous Straddled higher than a saddled kid Y'all damned us like that apple bit Since the nation's Genesis Blacks been busting blemishes Blacks never had it effortlessly but Blacks been pure excellence If you're an ally, be one Not all fabled, fee fum Because yes, we be one But we sip from different serums (Hook) x2 Ain't no rats in they trash bin When walking past, like a has been Burning grass and I'm ashing The furnace is fast blasting We're learning they laughing. They laughing, we're learning We're learning, they're laughing Ain't no rats in they trash bin (Bridge) I jotted these after crossing the street into poverty What bothers me is gentrification ain't an oddity Streets went bleached from their previous black I guess theses people teaching some obedient rats (Hook) x2 Ain't no rats in they trash bin When walking past, like a has been Burning grass and I'm ashing The furnace is fast blasting We're learning they laughing. They laughing, we're learning We're learning, they're laughing Ain't no rats in they trash bin
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(Verse 1) Optics often optimistic Quoting what I'm scoping Ink cascaded onto pages Lying, living what I'm hoping Wishing to miss These struggles surrounding This idealist's pop Of this cysts is resounding Pink side of my lids Telling me anecdotes Fueled by candy smoke Sweets rolled tight like pantyhose I blow windows into the past I got portals in my ashtray Thinking of a time I wasn't thinking 'bout my last day Pocket with a quarter Unaffordable water Arizonas and Hugs Corn syrup, my love You tell me to be above When this system so grave I don't value your love I don't want to be saved With sips, seconds shaved I see quality poverty Killing blacks in their youths “Buy our product please” Flashbacks to knapsacks Pre-hashtags, when snapbacks were all that and four bags of Fritos were a buck (Verse 2) “Free those negros locked up” That shit never crossed my mental As a lil gentle tot I see now, that my corpus is a rental It vacants for the bullets From the cops who done pulled it It ain't never a full clip Self defense, they done ruled it You can tell me I'm foolish When I plea for ignorance I want to be taken a time When I was on the fence About my favorite hue Was it blue or was it red? Should I wear this black? Or would I end up shot dead? Doubts I never said I would never get 'em But, with all this hate I see Now, how I could ever forget 'em But I oughtta, 'cause this water Shit still ain't up in my breath Fucking Hugs can't assist me If I ain't got no life left Cop the bodily autopsy Prolly spot a few drops in me Prop up atrocities for all to see I'd be trending on all y'all feeds All these ideas Let me cry my tears I'm twenty and I'm black I've only got five years (Verse 3) Moving a few glocks To new cops Soon the news'll drop Two shots, a dude drops I knew Fox, plotting so rotten Tightening noose knots Got a tar to clean up Who brought the broom, mop Fiends who trot to skew a true loss Of a kid in tube socks Who had do die, man In front of a jewel shop He was a rocking juke box When his tune stopped But watch Fox stop to gossip "Did he have his tool cocked?" At the fault of the unruly tot In his schools he fought Against the rules they taught Like he's a fools with brutish thoughts His tooth would spew a sparks that flew Into a few clueless hearts "The All Lives Crew" Talking 'round the newly chalked
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Isolation features Kasey Zoned's debut to the realm of rapping. All of the tracks have been produced and mastered by him over the last year or so. Two of the instrumentals are lifted from his Summer 2016 demo tape, "Man of Tin" (available on his SoundCloud).

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released April 20, 2017

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