calm as things better not to tell

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released February 19, 2016

produced/engineered/mixed/mastered by Michael Saladis

tracks 3,4,7,9 co-produced by AMG

additional vocals on track 12 by Piper Browne

executive producers - AMG & Michael Saladis

cover photography - Ben Davis







mgmt - connorbcrawford@gmail.com

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Track Name: dear reader, (prod. G91)
god damn homie, what i’m feeling bad for?
like what i’m feeling sad for?
god damn homie, what i’m feeling bad for?
like what i’m feeling sad for?

loosen up, there’s too much stuffed
I took too much
show up stormy, don’t see nothing for me
how they gon complain?
to rearrange the strange?
they want to know my pain
i ask if they insane, hit a blunt first
i don’t trust nobody’s blood work
in and out of her like a cuss word, fuck worth
make em suffer, what’s first?
pills with the number
send chills to the lover
i swear that the point of this shit is to make em fucking wonder
god damn god damn

god damn homie, what i’m feeling bad for?
like what i’m feeling sad for?

bitch if you were catching on
you’d be banging ever song
skip and risk to miss what’s going on

you’re blowing off with brevity, heavenly
tripping over density, dreadfully
the pedigree tendency is to be in cyphers endlessly
when all i see is jealousy
they leave without the empathy
my enemies steal mental energy that remedy the leprosy
tendencies that leave you stuck in revelry
searching for the weaponry
shit’s a fucking felony
chemically my specialties collectively gain
steadily and endlessly with memory pain
fill em with antifreeze kill em
blend em with dinner then spill em
it’s hard to disguise i’m a villain
i’m burnt with the lies that you grilling
dead spilling
a victim with vision im chillin, im chillin
Track Name: hey (prod. MF DOOM)
hold hegemony
master commander in his 70’s
he’s over hills like Beverly
in the Serengeti, counting fetti,
loose like confetti
pinch n pop, peach leaves stocked
hollow like the soul be, cold beef
righteous, court appointed holies
Honor isn’t, district decision
collision office
overloading payments zero colon
broken transaction
you mirage
you sleep
you eat
you time out
it’s fine out
come find out
focus water soaked brow opens
feel iris stark soaking
blown and choked on the TV
slam the repeat
gauge what the scene need
pig city obedience
unresponsive seaweed
girlies green tea
you flat line
i see in 3d
Track Name: late bloomer (prod. brad)
no overdose when the throat close
boatloads simple low groans
i bike home, nikes on
no lights on at the domicile
stay alone awhile
what they made me?
with shady creatures lately
face me see the shaking, always aching
place me back for safety
lately crazy options feel amazing
he chose a different payment
lose or pin the pages
want y’all just to listen like they did
sike like i did, with all eyes lit
all bright iris spies it
memorize nine lying giants
can’t describe tried it
over smiling mayans, hiding vibrant
i’m collecting every answer in private
metaphor a tiger
can threaten from behind ya
only shape shifter chilling in the back room
girlie taste the ash too, looking bad too
watching her groom the slash wounds
leave the bank b, booking for a stank piece
got the quap like thanks please
info not for public thanking
wrap it up quick, i dust it
you trust lies in public, that’s disgusting
come quick the spot scalding
heat involving makeshift wrong things
i’m with budda in his whip honking
everybody symptom to a long sting
head haunting, falling through i’m over critical
magical mystical color of imperial
for real steer clear if you hear me though
i’m screaming but they still don’t fear me though
swear by sweat stains that neck pain injecting my left brain
peak intuition detecting
one life a rumor if you measure it
fooled too schooled for rulers i be kinda clever bitch
ice salt dripped on your brain tumor
evade a cage ageless, i’m a late bloomer
Track Name: man loves magnet [but does not understand it] (prod. bob)
i’m unable to see
factories of mastery
surrounding all the castles
with the pretty princess fallacy
faking drinking daiquiris
the lack of these
indulgent human beings
the truth is gone so
harass the kids, grasp to mask the fears
accent at last appears
in passions here
psychopath desensitized to murder she aint special
i wrestle with those kind of thoughts
sense perceive the devil
spreading sticky rumors escalate to lower levels
disrespectful son now you missing on your medals

i’m golden to the soul to the soul to the soul
i’m golden to the soul, golden golden to the soul
i’m golden to the soul to the soul to the soul
i’m golden to the soul, golden golden to the soul

fixated on the permanent
delta with the turbulence
think of me just like a journalist with nervousness
i’m a servant serpent
spitting sermon shit that’s turbulent,
disturbing bits these words can get
determinate, defeating services
suffocated fire couldn’t burn again
we learning then
the slash between the right/wrong
obsess with facts like icons
pawn for the strong to alleviate the masses
couldn’t fathom this reaction
frozen platinum isn’t action
what’s that fashion?
i’m lying flattened or a classic latin maxim
surpassing, burning ashes
total blindness in his glasses
craving traction what just happened
in a loco automotive like a boat is
hydroplaning where you going?
Track Name: peaking (prod. deafh)
boy i’m coming from the back
i don’t think that you can see me (i don’t think that you can see me)
boy i’m coming from the back
i don’t think that you can see me (i don’t think that you can see me)

did you see him gassing?
or cynical laughing?
with limited passion, gut jerk reaction
blood red what the funds said
lined up with dumb heads
intellect is scrawny
intimidation punish, sit bench, Johnny
now he jetting to the lobby
shout out to the great ones
introvert, put the cape on, used to the stage son
paying with the fake funds, i get away with it on the daily
cynical and hazy, i’m realistic with this maze life
in and out of two fights
never-ending doom flights
that’s the kind that crash and burn, never learn
same mistakes generate fists of cement and paint
full past falling off the boulder
i wish he wasn’t sober
brain needs the closure
present as he decides it should be over

boy i’m coming from the back
i don’t think that you can see me (i don’t think that you can see me)
boy i’m coming from the back
i don’t think that you can see me (i don’t think that you can see me)

what’s it gonna take to believe me?
it seems too easy, i see it through a screen see seek sloths out the mainstream
not below these brain feeds, in and out of blank scenes
focus for a second thanks please, need you here in mind peace
leave me how you find me i don’t fucking mind g
toe tendons flexing, that’s adrenaline reflection
flexing over impressions, son i came to let the reckless show
piecing how the puzzle go, no trail can’t follow those
midas, got the golden flow, i’m floating scoring throws over boring prose
forced closed for safety, more bones for daisies
i’m fucking in the flowers bruh
thinking how it sound to her (i’m thinking how it sound to her)

boy i’m coming from the back
i don’t think that you can see me (i don’t think that you can see me)
boy i’m coming from the back
i don’t think that you can see me (i don’t think that you can see me)

i don’t think that you can see me
i don’t think that you can see me
Track Name: hopefully you feel this. (prod. THBLKCHUCKNORRIS)
bring it!
lifetime equation
endless decimals to repeating information
blast the sacred we ain’t agents
we just moving without causes
how can you explain me exposing the flaws in all of these laws of physics?
a shitty television could tell im hella wicked
separate lives i’m living, hot as hell where i’m sitting
lied to every single day just like a christian
brain fed false oxygen on top of him
veins pop constant with lots of pain stopping him
from thinking real things
force rocks and stain on top of him
broke like coconut milk
spilt on the front lawn of his dome
golden cues missed their zone
harass the neighbors when they’re home
no silence when he’s gone
he ain’t even bang on the drums though
it’s just some mic skills for fun though, it’s cut throat
dropping philo-contra-verse
cursed with sludge-drenched hazy weight
immersed in what the drain will say
spitting up cause he don’t like it either
pink ether, life fast motion in the theater
plunge my audience
offer hints or bullet calling altering
my sponsorship for walking without confidence
love of sadness
thinker, quiet, tragic, break bad habits with laced plastic
working slow addiction symptoms
sans substance, i shriek for nothing
next day exhausted
put fangs in a hostage
rope em up, tie em
make em repeat lies crying
take a second for attention
i knock wood for her presence
showing off the demon gift
some seams to grip, see her leaning with
she got a decent pic, that she leaving with
polish off the heathen tip
that he be hunting
that’s repercussion punishment for dangerous instruction shit
i stand and stare in silence
screams “i’m gonna let her feel it” in triumph
head is steady when i demonstrate that self-reflective violence
Track Name: wallow (prod. bob)
they slow me down, they watch me go
they slow me down, they watch me go (watch me go)
they slow me down (slow me down)
they watch me go (watch me go)

i stay thinking about the same shit
always on my brain it’s containing pain with
punish payment, thoughts of rearrangement
got no difference between life and these diseases that they be explaining
what i’m popping for?
same shit you cropping for
a walking topic
be plotting just what my coffin for

they slow me down, they watch me go
they slow me down, they watch me go (watch me go)
they slow me down (slow me down)
they watch me go (watch me go)

maybe if i let this guard down y’all come near it
maybe if i slow it down y’all will feel it
i doubt it though
counted out before
dim and locked is where i’m bout to go
i can’t see straight
that function degrade
she spit that gleam taste
bile in it drips are rhythmic
i see it shining off of her
rocket red behind the shed
sound and color of the nocuous words
this ain’t what i chose to be
closer to the folded papers that i was provoked to see
cloaked on the bed, nurses staying close to me
over poetry
trooper while he be attacking this
beg a shooter straight to the rabbit’s nest

they slow me down, they watch me go
they slow me down, they watch me go (watch me go)
they slow me down (slow me down)
they watch me go (watch me go)
Track Name: don't stop [bright bars] (prod. Rhakim Ali)
don’t really know how the hell i should approach this
all these reader people overbearing in their culture
everything they doing it contribute to the slowness
throw your body in a sculpture, bend you back over
crack that papier-mâché rap, late with the straight hat
the brim is too subliminal
simple atypical syllables, non-stereotypical
check material, empirical visible
serial digital son, i’m being literal
heavy sinking in the swimming pool
individuals on the hunt for different criminals
but i ain’t either, escape past the bleachers
where the lawn be, brought a car key
i’m avoiding the alarming, now it’s fucking morning
so i’m stuck in bed
who the hell am i lying to?
something i decided to, private pools of undeniable color red
who the fuck is in my head?
i’ll spit real shit for mad minutes to prove it
can he pop off or will he always lose it?
who’s the one who choose this bloody confusion?
my box checked confucius, mess with their heads
walking out after free bread
me knees red they seem dead, peaking for scene head
directly to that green shed, that’s that lawn house we fawn bout, never all out
collect the sprouts in amounts that you scared of
my plan cus, live that life you read the flares of
artificial channels, studio chilling with my plus one blunt split and the guts gone
white owl and some substance self prescribed instructions
i’m in the grass, careful of a snake bit help take hits
can’t flex but it’s apparent, son we came from different parents
i’m in the incorrect edifice, proof is in the sentences, fake bliss be the nemesis
pencil in my benefits on present premises
message my vessel wreckages
questions is blemished with the weapon lesson of their own
son what your thought is? cautious? honest with your conscience?
not in a dream catcher, without stature
got a chapter of total rapture, can’t climb any faster
i’m after life post-superfluous, the worthlessness is hurting it
blood thinning like the curtain split
front row observing it
certainly burdened like no other person is
that’s pretty fucking haunting, oh his thoughts are daunting
tremor taunting, scream down when he drowns from inner function
out introduction, do you come here often?
every fucking night b, tell me what the sights be
can you imagine, anecdote might be pseudo-alladin
watching keys get teethed underneath the cabin
heavy dark ground surround me till i follow it
acknowledge drama risks while you undergo astonishment
Track Name: midnight rides (prod. bob)
too safe
room shake
moon make
my mood ache

back of my nightmare
you kept a seat saved
engaged happening
scrape claws scratching then
makeshift, late hits, braised lip
watch me bleed then
watch me bleed then
soaked through the button up
officer addressing stuff
reaching for the forearm, scored on
pictures to record on
let me fix up your life
nothing but trouble
let me fix up your life
lucki like im laughing at
alternating tracking pads
micron maniac in black
watch me seek cream-eyed, pre-hide
i’m knee high in hot grease
from the deep fry
it seems i
try slower
ativan mower
stop motion it’s colder
than the drunk bus
sitting in the front cause
i’m reeling feeling like the opposite
how is it this dominant?
blind night deaf rides under red skies

you, you, you can dream forever
and you, you will not remember who i was
you, you, you can dream forever
and you, you will not remember who i was
you, you, you can dream forever
can dream forever
can dream forever
Track Name: life ft. ben julius x Tr3Y (prod. J Dilla)
ben julius

i cannot print another carbon copy
i took a dive off the dock before they caught me, i been
waist deep on some other shit too
so if you say that i’m the illest you must’ve just caught the flu
and the bus stops to drop a new edition of the shit I been spittin, i’m awful cool
but i shouldn’t have forgotten it’d have never been a problem
if you couldn’t have been so solid, if you wouldn’t have told the truth
if you wouldn’t have been so rude, nah
i’m coming from another dimension, the intervention
the restitution of the truth something new
and i’d have run for miles if you could train to be blue
and i’d have never learned what they taught at the school
you could not imagine to lose one, at the spot that you boost from
when the kids that you knew took to the house with the loot
mix the ginger ale with the juice
then make it sound a little different it’s a distortion of the view
have you ever felt what happens when you lost it?
i topspin objects, and i celebrate with the prophets
but stop it, i’m a ray of light, you could say that i’m spot-lit
but that’s a different topic, i got a million points of view

heat keeps burning don’t go outside, heat keeps burning don’t go outside
heat keeps burning, burning, burning
heat keeps burning don’t go outside, heat keeps burning don’t go outside
heat keeps burning, don’t go outside…

grosser

say they suggest that it’s time for me to let ‘em in
disclosing all my secrets like an interview with letterman
they tell their friends they understand feelings, had content, nonsense
how simple is the progress?
i don’t know i just hide behind on open door, in the crevice
where no one else sees me, seems easy but fuck it
have you ever seen what happens from this nonsense?
i mean, do you know what happens when you lost it?
don’t be fucking silly i don’t ask it willy nilly shits enough to kill me
but only if im feeling willing, like you ever had fucking calls to your phone
from a person you ain’t know asking if you home alone and if you was aight
and if you need advice, like fuck it this my life, hang up and neck the sky
in detectible awareness, split mixed i’m fixed on the motherfucking hairless
lay witness and blare this, got some incredible handprints
he ran this, damn then, you coulda seen me in my horoscope
introducing four of those, made up intellect, i disrespect
thinking on a spectrum, makes sense when you hold the brain for ransom
body asking for the loot, holding cuts in your shoes
feet was raw and marked up
since nails was dogs and barked up
looks like it’s time to spark up
blow out, exhale, marking up dust, thoughts is something i don’t trust
only cause i can’t let me rant, makes sense if i pant
that’s the fucking plan: use strategies
they mad at me for skipping on audacity and classes preaching blasphemy
my gas is free, actually, critics be surrounding me
gotta fake it till the day up, hit me and i say stuff
in and out of strange gloves
biting out my cage son, homies know i’m day one

heat keeps burning don’t go outside, heat keeps burning don’t go outside
heat keeps burning don’t go outside, heat keeps burning don’t go outside
heat keeps burning, burning, burning

tr3y

roll me up a blunt just to relieve the stress
when everybody a rapper but you still feel like you the best
and if you don’t come correct you could get checked like a test
i put a gun to your breast and remove flesh
i tell them that i’m a mess as i pass the blunt to the left
hand rush to your neck, i hope you can hold your breath
i’m the only atheist that’s still preaching
it’s hard living life when you feel like you are a demon
and it’s time for a feeding, the pain inside you is pleasing
but dog i’m sick as diseases, i been this way since a fetus
i ain’t scared to die but be damned if my mama grieving
and i turn into a monster when i enter some arenas
this the tale of a kid who ain’t never have a lot
people tell me i’m a caged lion with a padded lock
class clown my whole life behind the mic is when that laughter stops
and boy i’m on your top three, i better not have no average spot
oh my god somebody tell me what is happening
everybody want to be black but scared to be african
it’s damaging when i randomly start rambling
all of this insanity
don’t mind me, i just got mad again
Track Name: brain think (prod. balanced breakfast x pico)
hear the chants of a thousand men
flexing but i’m fearing them
keep the moon from sleeping
my whole life could barely breathe it in
face inside the concrete, flood my black balance
race to find the off beat, had so many talents
mama told me ‘fake it ‘fore you make it’ so i smoke my crop
had the chance to take it, lying naked, second guessed my thoughts
walking lost, robbie frost, coffin box, dosing off
watch me split that chain link
find out what my brain think

find out what my brain think
tell me what my, find out what my brain think
tell me what my, find out what my

locking up the stink, never blink, got the mismatch
no flash, got the pig’s badge on dispatch
dish that, running through the lane on speed blast
need that, never been the same since seed grass
cutting while i contemplate, hard to see and concentrate
doctor want to nominate, fuck that shit don’t compensate
caps with wack ingredients, pill popping over medians
bohemians, feeding deviants to gain obedience
boy be diagnosing as i’m coasting over oceans
read to learn it well, pack the scale then french inhale, never fails
flipping ‘em fun, whiter than some
jump for release like both my feet stung
one with the scum, screaming in tongues
needing some air, can’t breathe through my lungs
tell me relax, search for the facts
steal from the rich got the capital tax
head on an axe, slip through the cracks
edge of the cliff but i’m bringing it back

rip spit that cryptic, i’m fucking up the picnic
my biggest critic say my shit be way too rhythmic
i’m futuristic, can’t mimic, spitting mythic
specific and descriptive, my flow burns that shits acidic
a basic fix, check my wrist, swing and miss then fade to bliss
active with my tactics, i got fabric for a classic
sticking on the pearl, bumping earl, with my college girl
mind fucking full of the pastors
never heard so many bastards
Track Name: frozen (prod. Greaf)
watch time move still but not for me, like (not for me, not for me)
understand life at hand just enough to seem like (enough to seem like, enough to seem)
watch time move still but not for me, like (not for me, not for me)
understand life at hand

no show at dinner yet
i’m so slow on internet
got a low glow on my silhouette
so i smoke blunts like cigarettes
my whole nose straight in her vest
can’t move, my vans screwed
bird food if they pecking at me
bleeding out, that question catch me
don’t check the fact sheet
i text her fastly, pen lies for black sheep

watch time move still but not for me, like (not for me, not for me)
understand life at hand just enough to seem like (enough to seem like, enough to seem)
watch time move still but not for me, like (not for me, not for me)
understand life at hand just enough to seem like (enough to seem like, enough to seem like)

learn from me, put in work with some urgency
counteract insurgencies accusing me of perjury
a nervous being, i lurk into circles deservedly
absurdity, when they claim that i’m rapping hyperboles
deserve to be
perfectly quoted
silent but focused
i crave be homeless
i’m flooded with locust
the biblical poet
the lowest of moments, this broken hypnosis

(i’m frozen)

shooting like a nikon, nikes on
sounding like my fight song, lights on
violent with the right arm
knight not a pawn, no flight for the swan
salute when i’m gone, you think but you wrong

watch time move still but not for me, like (not for me, not for me)
understand life at hand just enough to seem like (enough to seem like, enough to seem)
watch time move still be not for me, like (not for me, not for me)
understand life at hand just enough to seem like (enough to seem like, enough to seem like)