𝔄𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔬𝔤𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔡

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰

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You're the loose end that'll be my unraveling

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I feel like I'm falling

Its like there was ground under me that just vanished

Nothing crumbled or gave way

All at once I was in perpetual freefall

And all there is to do is to get used to that dropping in my stomach and the wind blowing loudly around me at all times

I want it to stop but there's nothing to grab onto, I barely have an impression of direction

Just nothing underneath my feet

I don't believe this

I can't believe I could even do something like this

Regret doesn't explain how I feel

Please stop

[bl4ckd0gs]

My hatred of Jaden Smith may be a grotesque reflection of my own self hatred and that is shaking me to my fucking core rn

[bl4ckd0gs]

I can't believe I get to be alive at the same time as her

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Boards of Canada have the highest quality discography of all time

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How have I never seen these

[ninevicious]

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Eyes Wide Shut is my favorite Kubrick . Everyone should watch at least once

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Bleood and Nine have been seeing crazy growth and have lost virtually no steam in terms of controversies and allegations in their past, no matter how recent. Both of them have been getting esoteric tattoos, flirting with the utilization of those symbols and terms...are we lowk watching a new generation game the industry and listeners with archaic magick ¿

[bl4ckd0gs]

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I've used up so many good lines already, it can't be helped

They just come tumbling out of my mouth

Sheepish and grinning

Giddy to share

And when we speak I can never say enough

My mouth is like your hands

Outpaced and eager

Inexplicable, incomparable

I yearned to speak in native tongues

I thought I might forget what it sounded like to be understood

And then I heard you speaking my language

Try as I may to keep my knees off the ground

My devotion is pathetic

But I am without shame

You are worthy of such things

Selfishness has never come easier

I want to be missed

And craved

And thought of frequently

And I am reminded how ugly I look when my eyes turn green

And love may well have been a stranger before I learned how to tease a smile out of you

It's as though I need touch as evidence

My hands are the only way of proving you're not too good to be true

Every day I wanted to love you like you were long gone

That was the plan

And I already miss the smell of you that'll linger on me after I hug you that last time

Drafting and drafting over and over

Feebly attempting to embody you with paper and ink

Falling short with every new shuffle of words

The most delightful futility

Trying to capture a feeling too good to describe

And when I see you without your glasses

And I'm reminded how big your eyes really shine

I can feel my soul pressing its face up against its two little windows

Eager to absorb into the kindred spirit staring back at me

[bl4ckd0gs]

As Above, So Below OBVIOUSLY

[bl4ckd0gs]

Disinfecting

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The only props I can ever give this mf without exception is the swag is always on point

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This album has been haunting me for the last two weeks. I am unable to put it down, it demands dialect.

I am a cloud rap addict. It's one of, if not my favorite subgenres of rap. Taking the euphoria of pop melodies and vocalizations and dousing them in effects, creating an empty world for the samples to echo around in....it's my drug of choice. The bliss found in the surreality of those beats is incomparable to nearly anything else. It sounds like heaven...but I'm slowly being convinced this might be the devil's cloud rap album. It's wickedness laid down over such irresistible beauty...how can i deny myself of these tracks? I've been charmed, to say the least. This is all I've been able to listen to lately.

Okgutta is an absolutely tortured and demented lyricist on this tape. A vast majority of the content across the tracklist is sadistic, detailed depictions of murder and violence. The way bullets demolish human flesh, seeing your marred reflection in pools of your enemy's blood, etc...there are occasional flits of standard trap fair, although no less extreme than anything else being said ... "That bitch you treat just like a gem I'm treating like a dog" is a line in particular that glares at me, the whole opening track is just so diabolically depraved, and stands out as one of my favorite tracks. This juxtaposition, these heavenly beats soundtracking these demonic exploits of violence, it's something I feel like I've never heard executed quite like this. It's the soundtrack of a dream playing under the prose of nightmares.

"I FOUND SOLACE IN THE ACT OF MURDER"

"THE MAN I KILLED HAS BEEN HAUNTING ME"

"IT'S OK, IM OK WITH KILLING PPL IN MY SLEEP"

These are outrageous titles, and yet at no point do I roll my eyes, cringe, really even doubt anything this dude is saying. There is just EVIL laced into this project...but that's not why I keep coming back. I am more than just terrified and enamoured with this project...I am devastated by it.

The sixth track of this project ruined my whole day when I heard it. "I READ PSALMS BEFORE I KILLED YOUR FRIEND" is a sort of confessional moment, the most vulnerable track of the album. The deeply melancholic beat is so captivating, and complimented so flawlessly by the soul crushing lyrics being delivered. The entirety of the track is a hopeless rumination on the sins of the lyricist, the ache of awareness that he cannot be forgiven, that there is no glory, no righteousness to be found in this depravity, this violence. He mourns the dreams of his childhood, the death of his aspirations, the friends he'll never get to see again because he's so positive he will never get to join them in heaven. I've been brought to tears a few times by this song, and the sentiments of others. It was here that the title of the album fully clicked with me.

"GOD (B)LESS AMERICA"

The violence, the regret, the torture of living, feeling love for your weapon and hatred for practically anything else, a full listen of this album just leaves me feeling so empty. Such a potent, visceral piece of art highlighting what a hellscape we live in, how truly godless America has become....that it can fail people so thoroughly, so absolutely. This man was just a little kid once. No guilt on his mind, no red in his ledger, no hatred or gun smoke for anyone. It is that thought that makes this album truly ruining for me as a listener. I think it's brilliant, impressively crafted, and addictive as the very best cloud rap I've come across. But it becomes less and less fun to listen to with every replay. I am deeply saddened that such a dystopian piece of art could ever be convinced.