Been a goddamn year since my last tape At least it feels like that, I spit at mad rates So if I ever stop for any reason it’s a bad place Only marathoning long nights and drab days, hey, Recently played a small set for a pocket of guys Six hours of practice then forgot all my lines, God, why A couple peeps already spotted my rhymes and Bump my shit inside their cars and so they thought it was nice It was nice. Of course I had to dab with each of em I’m rap-attacking tedium, then nap in traffic medians And when I get a minute I come back to blast the medium With facts to glass the class of cats who spat their tracks at premiums On top of that, I’ve been writing more stories that you don’t read On Pastebin and FiMFic, JoJoing with dope steeds I go oh please, if you’re too busy to read books Peeps brook bleak looks, I read sixty this year, you just suck. I’m still the Element of Laughter, playing up the room For half the night cus it’s the elephant I’m after And deep inside of every joke resides an unspoken thought And even pony rappers get it right sometimes like broken clocks I turned 23 I got the pink down, now I’m tryna get some funny cheese I still got the key if I need it Rainbow thread turns gold in the game, Miss Pommel be a phoenix I’m working on a bunch of tapes, this is not one of em But if I don’t release em then people might stop loving em I’ll face that hurt, I’ma make raps work and Be the pony James Joyce with the same last words And I’ma spray sad verses bout the cold indifference And emboldened limerence on the open internets I rolled your forces with the lore of horses DTF is morphin tryna hold your - interest

Coco Pommel the dressmaker, puts her best labor into Ten acre trains sketched upon her test paper She got five more, and they’re all due by morning Her mind through performing, her eyes blue and stormy And Coco wants her inner thoughts to take her away, It takes divine intervention just to put on a neighborhood play! And now she thinks on olden fables Where scarves can bind and coats can strangle, Grows entangled with the ponies of the high life - Sewing in the quiet night for clothing with a shy side, Showy in the limelights of opening actors Backlog gets amassed for never going to pasture Or her clients will know she’s a slacker! Coco’s used to doing things a certain - way She'd really benefit from an assertive - phase But late nights keep on turning into early - days While she’s lowkey on the lookout for a Suri - ‘kay She’s been learning to be a night owl, keeps Candles burning on both ends long after lights out Hundred times been fronting like she's fine now And kinda thankful there’s no friends to explain to cus they might doubt Cloudwatching, wishes she could fall into the vast blue But the new designs won’t wait for that, that’s the sad truth: Couldn’t quit the business if she had to Is she okay? Yeah, she’s fine, she's just in a bad mood. Duty wise I’m just on the road to get to beauty’s prize Newbie guy staring at his goals inside of rheumy eyes Ensuing climb, manuscripts get scarred with ellipsis Avoiding streetlight and tryna catch a star in my glimpses I keep listening to mood FM backwards And I saved the damn game but I can’t find the password Eviscerate my history to order for laughter and “Catch you on the flipside” is gonna be my last words, fractured Between showing real emotion and a stiff upper lip The next guy who says to smile can get a stick up his dick I only do that bumping raps or when I’m riffing on shit And I can’t even do that when I’ve been out swiffering grit I’m still hoping that the ending could be worth the - wait Starting getting known for turning out a furtive - phrase Like an Indigo Zap, I herald purple - rain That's ignoring all the lines that you ain't heard me - say yet Not a daysleeper, just a night owl Been staring at a radio tower like it's a lighthouse And I might sell some records, make it big and get all iced out But more likely I'll go through thirty years of getting tied down Hightown rap rube, I can’t make it past blues Wrap them up in olden words, try to make em abstruse And now I couldn't get my own damn hopes up if I had to Are you okay? Yeah I’m fine, I've just been in a - bad mood.

Walk with me through the stars in autumn I’ll be waiting, you got soul Give them a smile and their hearts’ll blossom What went wrong can be remade whole Ground underhoof, sky in the distance, Laugh cus there’s really no pride in existence When life had afflicted her eyes with strabismus She aimed for the moon, no surprise that she missed it Soon fate seemed to make her its toy Smiled, but half of the things she would say would annoy She was learning to bear it, find and take in the joy And one morning she was carrying an avoirdupois Maybe it’s a matter of having the wrong foalhood Life isn’t fair, the mares are nonsocial Most if your glares and stares are not noble She could’ve went mad, instead she’s gone postal But at least she’s doing this job, and her Daughter’s in school and the bullying stopped And they still eat together and it’s good when they talk And if that’s true, then surely life is fully unlocked. Walk with me through the stars in autumn I’ll be waiting, you got soul Give them a smile and their hearts’ll blossom What went wrong can be remade whole When you talk to yourself know that we can hear it And the world sometimes feels broken and cruel The Princesses rule but the meek inherit And the earth and the sky opens up for the fool

Knee-knock rodeos, heat drop pony roast Please watch scorpios, these flock over roads At the saltlick he got trouble in his shoes Brought bumbling abuse, odd sober notes caustic Sunday morning comes down further than the mail goes Certainly avails most, weather warning unsounded, Fun outings, mild dances in the sunrise Prancing in the spun night, prancing and they cherish it Artist of the carriages, parson and the Sheriff been Snockered out socking out varmints in the terraces Of dreamland, black hats grappling in green sand Making peace plans in the orchard they inherited And if it’s not a piano they don’t hear it Red lights shining too bright on old spirits And bottles on fairgrounds, train songs playing All the harlots and mares out are heading back home Tame all wastes and they take all payments, Street sweeping every two weeks a train hits Not a pony, each season is non high-brow It’s the old time town time forgot time now Eyebrows draw low and spill over adventure eyes You know it’s never very chill but the friends are nice And newbies can’t tell what the anomaly seems Some fruits can fall far from the harmony tree

They wouldn’t listen. All of that damn work and they wouldn’t listen! All that for one chance damn he shouldn’t miss it! Exiled as if he could’ve killed them, he could’ve killed them! But he’s hardy as the river of his namesake. Now he’s party to the whispers, brain aches - The walls have ears, take a walk in the abyssal Shade place making a young man turn fissile, hate shakes. The source of the voice needs a weapon to foster And the man gives himself with nothing better to offer Tendrils cut off the last gasping breath of the scholar Not the end of the story, just a death of the author And soon there’s a break in his lungs Hooves scrape in the dust, his escape doesn’t come Got his name in the mud and felt their faces’ disgust But now the saviors’ll hush, he’ll make them pay in their blood Scar Hope and Beauty til Healing won’t help them Then burn Bravery til his steel is all melted Turning their Strength from the stealing of relics Til Sorcery’s forcibly feeling his relish Not the wisest, he’s thinking about apostasy Stop the lying, he’s drinking their hypocrisy Strong defiance gets unleashed upon autocracy Blot the sky, all my kingdom for apologies

I deliver but I don’t - I’m bitter when I joke A winner but I’m broke - I’m playing the part I’m in the game for a min before the bubble crash My first name is just my trip and it’s a double-hash ##FQFlovhyugf - above dudes - c.f. The songs come like one two G-Clef cus Who else gonn make some raps about the actual show And become a second Faust for tryna raffle his soul And master the prose, fought until he spat to his goals This club’s like a country, right now I’m the catch on the pole So don’t you write me off and think that I’m dead, got A lot of people mulling on the things that I’ve said I’m still an all-time reader call me Nero to trees Night’s close, I’ma run this shit from zero to three Please - some listeners might think I’m very meek But people who dislike me’ll be getting scared to breathe Spare the speech, if you like my writing you should snare a peek One day you’ll all call these first three albums the aperitif. The writtens getting low - I’m smitten but alone I dither when I flow - I’m just playing the part. Little by little bit

[Ditherer] The seeds of treason in the ground and each prospers My demons reach longer, sleep of reason breeds monsters Indecent de-froster of the glaciers in my mind’s eye Praisers of divine right quaver in the night sky Heart beats the wrong cadence, guard streets - I want payment Crystal hearts are gone jaded now the songs are long faded Used to think I’d gone native and I’d made my bond sacred But I feel the hot hatred anywhere I’m not facing Many glares, the gods’ plaything, wailing I was chose at birth Fitful sleep I dream that I’m a shade beneath the frozen earth Down in the depths thresh and mock the sounds of regrets And found a house of death to drown the stolen crown on my head. [TheWanderingKit] Spirits, just draining away all the feeling, emotional Darkness, arrives….we rise... Don't need a host Locked in the shadows , were on the walls Crafting a pony ,from darkness to take the throne We’ll Break a crystal heart into pieces Freeing all the spirits , cause we locked in a precinct (Uh) Knock for a feasting, ponies all around You best to know when they’re screaming (Uh) Hidden away, locked in a cage, wanting our freedom so get out the way All of our rage, thrown in your face, when we are free We shall visit your grave, You looking so brave ,but we won't stop (Ha) Now you looking scared , so we won't stop (Ah) Ponies of the void, make your heart drop We will never stop till we're free Then your world dies

Bard from the east coast I keep it freaky til I’m barred from the east coast I got a lot of old bars in a sweet coat Horsemeat getting carved up in a neat boast, weaks don’t eat tho Work for the love so the larva can feed, bro Golden Dawn crew, I don’t harvest, I reap, ho Any kids mouthing off to me should have a deep throat Bars are too large for the margins of each flow That’s a joke about the Fermat format Just like you’re a joke, only played by your buds And if you ever tried to rap a verse on horseback You get thrown off with your face in the mud, done Drop lines like a dropship, dimes in a moshpit Die in my office revising my offerings - Eyes on my watch when you rhyme, you obnoxious I grind on my songs while you grind on the crotchtits Shitty rappers in my view now Shitty rappers only fucking with the viewcounts Looking like we got a few now Kick it like John Madden, all these faggots getting moonbound High score in the game and they lost it You’ll be a lot more safe playin possum Or else I’ll fuck up your face like Jay Fosgitt Look, here’s a tape! Whoops, I may’ve dropped it. Try to be honest, insightful, immodest, I waifu the goddess and write til it’s flawless When white dudes are bombing on mics and they nauseous They whine like “C’mon” and I’m like “Dude, I got this.” I start the beat and all the pones get on it and All you fucks have got a dealer, I got Rome Silvanus and All you fucks have got a beef and I got no more problems All you fucks have got your demons I got pones to solve em J Free with no JF - Andy’ll do the business Ditherer the rap game Tandy Computer Whiz Kid Ditherer the rap game Tandy Computer Whiz Kid Ditherer the rap game Yelling at Cats! I drop bombs on a Sunday, Got more shit up on my plate than your moms at a buffet And most mans don’t care what the art brings Tryna throw hands and I tear out their heartstrings I spend too much time on hip touching And when I’m sued, change my name to Miss Budget Fudgin’, numbers Dithy meddle the biz Call my whole porn folder a pretty kettle of fish Never storytelling you’re just speaking thoughts Never storytelling when you rap, kid, you’re weak and soft I worked my way into the Fimfic feature box Worked into the motherfucking feature box, eat my cock You say when I rap I shouldn’t think about ponies I can’t fit it to the beat, and I stink and I’m lonely, And my fans all shrink at my phonemes, but they trouble Dith For more after a double disc - thinking emoji. Dith Fuss, the best at books and art Plus better at chess than Rooks Rampart Scrubs getting divested - hooks and bars Fuck veteran guests, I book land wars Push head of the rest, you too damn sparse Good riddance to tests, I took fan’s hearts Come lit as the best who cook grand bars Rush victims to death like hook hand car - door.

High winds and overcast, write in an overpass Nice but I overact when I sigh sober facts Rise over that, see what lit kids wanna bring Life’s a case of big fish, small ponderings And right now I’ma mix a refresher I’m a fixer to Zephyrs doing spits under pressure Keep on visiting whether this for business or pleasure Cus I know part of my heart is gonna be in this forever Not so hot on getting friends and a family Even flying colors gotta bend under gravity Trends have a pattern-weave, fate’s just a lottery Honestly I’m really not as great as I wanna be But don’t fret, I’m not screaming when the beat’s off Got good chili and a freezer full of freeze pops Got good feelings if I keep on making these drops Far too silly to be weeping, getting weaksauce Wanna make papes with the rapping songs Kids claiming great tastes make me laugh a lot And it’s only in based tapes that I’m acting odd I’m usually straight-faced - Thrackerzod But people at my work think I seem so depressed Cus I don’t speak unless it’s for a keynote address And even at best, I’ll probably rap it underwater Stack the drummer fodder, grab the wonder-daughter Dagi - my siren’s got a beautiful name and Bright raspberry eyes, and a luminous mane And she laughs at their cries, not a humanist babe Gotta turn the whole world into a suitable stage I heard the song shared by the mermaids And now I call upon em there in my worst days But they don’t answer and I’m scared this the worst case This isn’t shit I asked to bear in the first place We have lingered in the chamber of the seaponies Get me thinking we don’t have to be lonely One sound-cloud that the gloom and void breaks up We’ll be drowned out when a human voice wakes us I’ma Prufrock and invigorate Stop with the bitter hate, talk when you spit a tape Top of the Pops I’ma lock what I syndicate Not the godking but I’m Nimue, done.