1. |
This is it
03:22
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“The best way to find out if a person is dreaming is to wake them up, and ask them”
Red:
From now on, rap foe prey/pray to supreme pen
Must mean something like a Cathode Ray’s beam bend
The Zen militant
Pen hits it’s an ill event
Some fritter still, he spit with skill intent
Maybe it’ll make him, maybe it’ll break him bent
Spend every cent, leave him asking where the aspirin went
Rasping amassing mass crowds of followers
Last to leave class, teacher clapping like, “Bravo sir!”
Certainly not least, sucka MCs the denominator
“Greased hair, Red, the dominator”
Killing trees, bombing paper, psalm assassinator
Pass him later, like “Aye! You’re that guy!”
Quasi-fly gigs front big like a bonsai
Not I, strict fan fiction flow sci-fi
From outta the atmosphere
Bouts bat doubts to the clouds, I’m outta here
But not before all listeners said I’m mint
Tectonics isn’t the only thing on it shaking sediment
Simple sentiment, get happy
Realist who don’t know what real is, thanks pappy
The vanilla killa, illa than salmonella
Fillas used to beat chest like gorilla,
Furealla? I’m just trying to make a claim or stake one
To the microphone? BURUH BUH BUM BUM
The little gunner boy, only aim to stun, only aimed a toy, do it till I’m done
You won’t see a day when the son stops shining
Red the super giant, signing off
Hook:
This is it
Wrap/rap it up
It’s going down
Set/Turn it off
LEM:
I’m beefed up like the bread at a bistro
Me no speak no sucka MC, so
Shut yah yap, feet slaps for speaking weak flows
Dang, yo yo, what that mic laced with
Got me pacin like, "I'm Lem and I'm a month off the Jameson"
(Hi Lem)
Yah, you probably don't get it though
Settle low, hollering like the heated kettle goes
(shut the hell up)
She wouldn't slide it in her jaw
Dropped a song, that dropped her thong
Then looked in my wally and she was long gone
Now I'm JGL in Don Jon
Time for leftovers, thank you Misses Maggie
Conceal the flow like dank in a Ziploc
Ahh, aah!
Now my palms burnt
Get hurt for dishing dirt, still he stands with a smirk
(But he's someone I never heard of)
That’s okay I got ways to get your shirt off
Now get your ass to class with a late slip, step off the stage so I can bring you to your fate quick
"LEM" don't worry momma yeah I'm up! (click)
Keeps the house hopping like the bunny off of Nesquik
"AYE SOMEBODY GET THE MIC FROM HIM, HE’S KILLIN’ EVERY MC IN SIGHT OF HIM"
"Hello this is Diana from 10 PM News, LEM spits sick, so beware of umm…drool? Is that right?"
Grinning 'hind the tele-piece now are you telling me I'm black, so where my felonies?
Or am I white? Well it doesn't really smell to me
I know I spit clever like words in the spelling bee, G
“I’m sorry that’s incorrect”
This is it
Set/Turn it off
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2. |
Listen
03:36
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(Hey Evan, are you a rapper?)
(No, I’m a Supergiant)
(Keep that)
Red:
Attitude like the dudes on beta-blockers
They trying to find his theta, put a name to him like Betty Crocker
The larger spectrum got similar stories
He’s trying to be the Supergiant like Alpha Ori
Loud versed, endowed with the power to make cloud burst
Vowed thirst, first proud and now cursed
With a mind that grinds greater than 9-5
Liver than five guys repping fives firing five nines
Stay writing to get paid right in jadeite
One day, brigades of babes in tights like playwrights
But he is not in it for gems and dimes
Go dumb till all eardrums testify to genocide
A syllable spoken the second another dies
Ever forget your size, put your eyes to the skies
Even still he stays devoted; monastic
When he’s gone most will think his psalms were bombastic, but
“Ah, but that’s the point! If you don’t think, you shouldn’t talk!”
LEM:
Open up your nervous system
Verse, first, the beat’s the victim
Where’d he get his wit from? Probably that villain Vik, son
They ride me like a Rickman
He’s sweeter than teriyaki, really cocky, kinda’ stocky taking flight like kamikaze's
Yo, no disrespect
Plus trying to resurrect a flow that’s so select
MCs be gallivanting around, while I'm B-lining for a shot at the crown
Yo what’s good webs?
Did yah catch it?
Spit crisp lisp on a track and dispatch it
A show host, but I'm the pathogen
Spew have you woozy like you imbued with half a gin
Breaking the polygraphs again
“This kid!”
Bout to have these raps flapping over yah lid
But apparently these lyrics are just stupid
To the youth that are sucka MC rooted
Red:
He’s more eager than a holed Solzhenitsyn
Messing with Red is trouble like you sold info to Nixon
The bookworm with hooks thatta spread like a kind of germ
For those without spines like echinoderm
This isn’t for that background music
This is that “all-opponents-better-back-down” music
Both components smack wack trap track music
Lacking while we grabbing slack and rapping, quick to it
Simple arithmetic
Never a nuisance
Grip the MIC like a shinai bamboo stick
Red ready to brawl, know this, but most of all
In the end it’s all matter, doesn’t matter ima have a ball
“Why is a raven like a writing desk?”
“Subjectively however, sleep is experienced as an interruption in the stream of consciousness, usually we think of – there’s something that happened and we’ve missed it, somehow, because we’ve been asleep”
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3. |
Great Minds
03:19
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(I gotta tell you about something, man)
(What?)
(These mother suckas, man)
(I’m-I’m kinda getting sick of them, the-)
(Tell me about ‘em)
(They’re really bothering me)
(Alright, (Tell ‘em) alright right right I got you, I got you)
(Huh? Oh yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Lyrics En Multitude & Red the Supergiant]
These mother suckas in a gyrate-
Mind state
-been, running on a cup of water and some-
Pretzels
-getting twisted, crystal-
Digging
-for inner core in our core
In her core deep, feel beat like intercourse
Deft beckoning, get left reckoning
Vibes seismic leave guys with high eye-
Lids
-bloody and bowed, fowl scowls from fellow travelers
You don’t need specs to check, this shits spectacular
Went from being just in the kitchen to being juxtapositioned
According to vestibulocochlears, we besting most dope peers
Foe to foe,
Look here,
We break it down while we break the sound barrier
Unheard of,
Most minds think alike, this son not one with the herd of
Ones with the word of the next one,
Break necks son to give perspective to the perplexed ones
[Hook]
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Probably not, ‘cause plus ain’t blinking
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Stop, think again, think again, think and
[Verse 2: Lyrics En Multitude & Red the Supergiant]
Be weary of what you hearing when you hear me
Clearly tip top of the totem, en garde
Not even on par
Ooo that’s hard though, like barefoot on shards
Suburbanite bards
Fools sound like spoons against a pot, like a spoon against a pan,
Plotting on every plot of land, damn
What, cat’s got your tongue?
Hush up
These cats got those drums and those lungs
Setting fire to the suckas/beats
Busta’ your luck is up / don’t cheat the two elites sleep some other time
Enough tuh corrupt the mold / not now, plus on the prowl
Give a - if we are sold / get neck turn like owls
What ya want/need,
Probably/most likely PLUS
[Hook]
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
World domination, world domination
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Stop, think again, think again, think and
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
World domination, check yourself, check yourself sucka
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Stop, think again, think again, think and
“You know, people think that mathematics is complicated…mathematics is the simple bit, it’s the stuff we can understand – it’s cats that are complicated…I mean, what is it, I-in those little molecules and stuff that make up – make one cat behave differently from another? Or that make a cat? And how do you define a cat? I have no idea!”
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4. |
Green beans
02:55
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[Verse 1: Red the Supergiant]
Some suckers stay juiced like Capri Sun,
Not me son, I wanna be someone
The odd to see oddity, soon to be commodity
Lots to see, this is life: the oddest odyssey
So my charge is of the positive
It’s all cause and effect, and so the flow cognitive
And when the cogs stop spinning…
I hope they still hear me spitting
Let it be written
That the kid can spin lids like they linens
After mine if trying to hold the MIC wear oven mitts then
Don’t be stupid, stay well suited
Keep flows fluid - who knows? - No need for suit and tie
The other guy, the other fly white meat
Entice thee - the lines rhyme nicely
And I’m ’a stay spicy so long as human kind dicey;
End of time stee
[Verse 2: Lyrics En Multitude]
You grabbing scraps in rapt of what he rapped
He wrapped yaps and invented a new craft –
After that,
He stepped on black platform and spit about your rat cat
Rat-a-tat-tat: dat scorn
See that was four, it’s all mathematics
Can't solve me - problematic
Like an addict - automatic
Not programmatic, but I'm pro-grammatic
All these sucker MC’s man, they pro-dramatic
See they be a dime a dozen
Sucker shepherds sleep on me, lambs turn to mutton
Stuntin’ on a youngin’ like his kicks ain’t bumpin’
Gets your cerebral corruptin’
Watch ya’ neck he's lunging, always lunching
Sound thumping - down to the dungeon
And release fire, mouth dryer, gunning
Broken seat heater pressing on my lungs, son
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5. |
Duct Tape Impala
01:51
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Intro (Red):
What you raise me for?
Watch me raise thee
More than what amaze some
Day’s sum
Equates to sun rays and some watch
Son raise thee
Watch me raise thee
Red:
Flack till they flock
Rap hackneyed
Happy acne-ridden
Writtens like acme
Boom shockwave-a-laka
A lotta waves cause ripples
None thus have crippled the tide
Eyes tripled
Plus one
The Supergiant son
The game is titanomachy
Guess who won
Young gun smoking,
Cause’ he’s tongue toting
Boasting bout bread yet to be taken
How his sayings turn that to toast and
Allaying these parlaying, bar saying
Hard craniums, mainly verbatim
Plainly chumps
Gaming ‘em like French defense
Let contest commence
Lest you have any sense
Naw, the suckas in droves
Who knows, like Bohemian Grove
Fire to the lames, light out the cave
Wake up, wake up, the stakes is up
What you raise me for?
Watch me raise thee
How did I get here?
LEM:
Grabbing his ghillies, he's ready sprint gritty
Holding hostage the opulence
Stintless chill with his pocket lint
Your chances are nil with how he sear through steal
Spiel solemnly, Brollys probably won't do the job
However, let thee be modest,
Wil-o’-the-wisp in the shadow while eyeing over the cattle, no saddle
Deny the wattle set in stone in the gravel
Grasping the apple in his hand
Through valley of the mill leading to cloud cuckoo land
Let you, spier, while I acquire higher intelligence and relevance, hopefully other than the residents
When he grips it, shows no benevolence
Till’ he’s omnipresent
Just ask the 27th
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6. |
To It
03:07
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To it
Red:
This son been rising, since the sun been rising
Devising since continents been dividing
I’m sorry I rattle the house all day, I’m just trying to get clout
Some battle for fame, I’m just trying to get out
Trying to get loud out PA’s to shout bouts to a crowd a million faced
Right after I do the dishes
Gonna write master pieces that’ll knock you out your britches
Na na, na na, na na
They talking blah blah
I’m writing raw raw
Say ta ta, I’m gonna do it, I’m getting to it
LEM:
Bugging till I split momma,
I’m ‘a rhymer till 500 magatamas
I ain’t even got keys to Honda!
Naw, naw, identify him squandering entendres
Aboriginal till the days of digital, his grip'll cripple these simple syllables
What’s a fool to Fujiyama?
Mad bomber, catch karma clad in rad in armor
Hydrostat grab ‘em
Talkin naginata
Abdominal trauma when I spit these scripts,
Chomp at the bit with it,
Fidget and fiddle for the first punch,
Lunch
“Yet another stage, which we now call stage REM, which resembles stage one. Resembles stage one, except there’s no Alpha activity in the EEG, okay? There’s signs of profound muscle relaxation bordering on uh- bordering on paralysis.
Sometimes people will fall right into stage REM”
Red:
If it wasn’t for my pops, I wouldn’t be selling these rocks
Cotton blend socks, hobbit feet, gotta eat
Spinning theta rhythms, go to sleep
Pay for bars, I ain’t no beta or zeta star
Note the gravity
Inside vibes coincide to a tribe of rap cats,
In a snap, scribe boom bap tracks for these trichromats
Upright two leggeds,
Who said it? The more you consume the more you’re fed
Wow like shaolin monks listening to P. Funk
Or actually finding the kid who bootlegged your shit
Pegging it like light bright
I write while they lie next to night-light
Always keep my tongue on me in a knife fight
Knock out ya lights like Mike Tys with these punch lines
Captain when its crunch time
(Seriously? Did you just say that?)
(Sorry)
Na na na…
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7. |
Pine needles
03:05
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“Now in stage REM the slow rolling eye movements that characterize stages 2, 3, and 4, are replaced by what are known as rapid eye movements, which give the appearance of the person looking at things. You’ll see the eyes move in one direction and then over in another direction – up and down, left and right, in a more or less uh- in a more or less random way, the sleeper will also show signs of physiological arousal heart rate will go up, uh for example…”
LEM:
Adamant vultures
Try to catapult yourself when you truly gotta fly
Never been one to comply
Sign? Never been a fan of being a bonsai
Reinvent rhymes to apply to higher hip-hop minds
Literally no offense, but little I see
In opponents that own up to blow ups yet to come
Plus just having fun son, the sum and solution
Blue to you could truly be fuchsia
The truth is, its all an illusion
What if Adam said a brick is a fluid
Prove it
Life’s rooted to preconceived ideas
Who says we ever really die here?
This from one relying on 39 fare
Have I always been right here?
Denote the steepest slopes
In hopes to let ‘em know
Before the speakers blow
Who am I?
Red:
All these automatons, some kind of phenomenon
As a noumenon the kid knew
Conned a neutron out of being neutral
Top ramen type rhyming, you gonna need a soup full
In truth all yah noodles are going to be that consistency by the time I spit my piece
Son fire full helions at your parietal just so you can feel the feel he on
To some he took the wrong path like all of history
Red another mystery
Tried to gain perspective, now I got blisters see
Most shit ain’t fit for me
All a dream
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8. |
Lucidity
01:55
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“Okay, so, that’s enough for the physiology of sleep, let’s talk a little bit about a problem that really consumes us here, which is consciousness during sleep. A persisting question but raised for a long time about to what extent does sleep entail an actual lapse of consciousness, to what extent is the sleeper still conscious despite being, uh- despite being asleep”
Wake up, wake up
Are you hearing this?
Shit done delirious
Wake up, wake up
Gone fearing this tongue syrum serious,
Period
LEM:
Lifted, shut eye, kids nowadays gifted
Red:
More fire to the pyre, get higher
LEM:
Penicillin to the eye on the f*king pyramid
Kids starving, they always watching, they never listening
Wake up, wake up
Are you hearing this?
Shit done delirious
Wake up, wake up
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9. |
Aeon
03:45
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Red:
Just the peon of an aeon,
And as I speak on these 16’s another three gone,
Now be gone, you’re silly B
Really, killing me? I’m spilling to seas of screams
No one’s heard a peep of your soliloquies
Filling these instrumentals through my dental cavities
Half of these kids believe in travesties
What are your laughs to my gravity
Till supernova, you won’t know a flow that’s more determined to blow up
Bound to break the matrix, lames are basic like protozoa
Very similar dudes talking bout verisimilitude
Ironic, all polyphonic
Smoke yo chronic, sip yo tonic
I’ll stay conic, as in on point, leave you on heels
Joints to shake joints, flows to make your shit keel
Yungings behind steel shields to steal meals
That’s a thought to stomach
If were all relatives what’s real
What’s really real?
LEM:
Ignescent adolescent
Present vested in me the power to warp the hour and put kings to peasants
Pleasantly snaffle and baffle claim to be flame Mcs
Maim he who rue the game and catch up while I'm away from the podium
Hung on petroleum, when you got Plus
And we still turning dirt to dust
Inexorable horribly tore up the moral less
More than less
Aiming for the silver linings crest
By now you should have guessed, it’s the pestering don’t mess with him blessed LEM
Long due for introspection, don't expect him to best them quite yet
For now play as a silhouette
Frequently freak him till they eyes are red
Lying, naw the wolf’s not dead
The prophecy foresees…
Naw, I got the prophets head
“If you look at the cosmos, right, sure we’re small, but, suppose there was no life in the universe. Wouldn’t all this beautiful stuff out there be a complete waste? If there we’re no one there to behold it? I think so. I think it’s only life which gives any sort of meaning to the universe.”
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10. |
Aqua Regia
04:28
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Red:
He holds his fist closed
Need dibs so it’s the Sith’s hold
Sold free spirits, hears it
Gets it on the fifth go
Well I wish I had some quarters
Fishing without hooks
Leaving me high and deprived
Like kids without books
Living on the terra where a tera the sign of an era
The game now’s like FERA, nothings chimera – said he
Spoke too soon claiming that he rule the game
That shits the phase of the moon homie, bound to change
Mononymous non-synonymous anomalous
What you got platinum? That’s fat scat son
Kept in glass, embalmed in it
Kept in class, en masse, sorry got psalms to spit
Drip Aqua Regia from the teeth
A heavy breather, rot the speakers
Next to glowing leaf, drinking the Lethe
At least I got a good chance of waking up from my sleep
(Sheep)
Shit comes to me in my dreams, so it seems, wake up covered in sheets
Written
In R-E-D
See for cryptographers he’s the eighth wonder
Wondering feet under heat up top, buffering feats
Won’t stop, till I get my seconds
Times when you’re counting every second
Bound to wreck it, check it
When there’s lightning there’s…
LEM:
Keeping it brief like the acronym
Elapsing them
Scrapping up from the last accident
Look what acid did to platinum
Schemata had them after son
Fire back at ‘em like after none
Data don’t add up add some Plus
Melting Platinum, melting gold
Fuck the records that you sold
Spitting Aqua Regia
That’s that Aqua Regia
That’s that
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11. |
Indigo
03:04
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“A long flat meadow. Golden. You can see off in the distance, there’s a treeline of pines, far away. Blue-purple in color.”
Red:
The dry throat pyro, pyroclastic flow
So fantastic, hold MIC check dynastic mojo
See life in slow mo
When he’s on the promo, be like where’d the hour hand go?
Power in the sands of the sour lands, scandal
“Golden”
Power in the sands of the sour lands, scandal
Quick get grip, a handle
A fan to the mantle
Man in my sandals
Scanning what to ban, fold, can and cancel
Stance like a dance with death, deep breath, ramble
On and on and on and on
Dawning on a don and conning cats to pass the baton
Cation V cats that rap bygones
Pate straight sickly like ‘68 Saigon
Lick thee under the nylon
File in, get on witchya, get gone witchya
I could scribe lines that describe dimes all the time
Or by sunrise have five of-all-time type rhymes
You decide, just don’t speak here
Unwind and get your mind synchronized like leap year
Vibes run deep here
Sheer will power doesn’t get paid by the hour
Trade sleep for peak-tier
At it till they are addicts
Adding adages adlib till he’s added to the attic
All these blasted kids getting blasted
I’m on the fast track for mad stacks, of my raps and
Step to my snaps - snap yo mamma’s back kid
Dopeness is crack kid
That’s brass tax kid
LEM:
I let it trickle down the grapevine
Don't desecrate these great minds
Better pray you have the gauntlets
Prepare to pout, an upset like Sozin’s Comet
Vomit up these sonnets
What a prophet ready to profit
Don’t mess with him man he's nauseas
BK stock the pockets for now
You fled, and I scrapped up like General Zhao
Poseidon ain’t no match for the gods of flows
Unexpected novice Joes kicking down the closet doors
This isn't strong arm tactics
Use yah cranium, tougher than titanium
Uh
Soon to be grabbing grips whip-less with a script encrypted hit list
Don't worry - winters over; burning off yah mittens
Scribbling on my writtens
Twizzle with a kiddo, fox
Harder than splitting rocks, barter for his riddles docs
Truth be spilled, of course he force the gizmo to rock
A spring chicken, grinning tip-toeing in the kitchen, leaving the seat up when I was pissing
"Sorry my son, he’s just a kid, he doesn’t know what he's doing"
Ha, yo
Grotesque grimaces, he walks scotch free
Bona fide promise guys, trying to monopolize
Red. looks like we got foes in tides
How the fuck this world blind with open eyes?
“Other than that, I got nothing”
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12. |
Faux Real
03:10
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“I’m a nobody, you understand? And you can’t kill a person with no body”
“Who’s the boogie man? You figure it out”
“Cause I have sunglasses on and I’m weird”
“All those people, who called me a sleepwalker? I woke up.”
“Why? I don’t know! Maybe it’s the church, talk to the pop he knows everything”
“How can you die when you’re dead!”
LEM:
We sleeping while we are awake
Flying down a straightaway
Fade away at the end of it
Pave away for these tenants
Victim to these inventions
To mentions our sons and daughters
No longer amorphous ideas
Be cautious with that iPad
Say Hi dad before you type it
Mixing shit with they breast milk
In they bib is the crack rock concealed
What are we gonna do (x3)
Just trying to give some truth
Rocks are filling your pockets
But you still can't take down goliath
Aren't sick and tired?
ARENT YOU SICK AND TIRED?
Of wallowing in the dark he’s relying on poison
She’s given it up for boys and
He can't put down his toys and and she don't think that she gorgeous
Red:
Palm gripped, slipped past tonsils on some sorry forgot what calm is
Like when bombs hit civilians
Villains claiming villains
While our water gets distilled
And we forget how fucking lucky it is that we have ceilings
Gone, wanna forget
Haven’t even lived 17 years yet
Why worry bout there, you only have right here
What if the stars shined once every thousand years?
Then would you notice them?
Would they mean something?
Would we mean something?
Do we mean something?
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13. |
Of the Hidden Door
02:06
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Coming Soon
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14. |
Bumps
03:25
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Coming Soon
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15. |
Catalyst
02:58
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Coming Soon
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Coming Soon
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17. |
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Coming Soon
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18. |
Psychonaut (Nightmare)
03:44
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Coming Soon
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19. |
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Coming Soon
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20. |
Rabbit Hole
03:17
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Coming Soon
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21. |
Dunny
03:31
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Coming Soon
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Not even 19 years old, must of lived 7 past lives
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