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Composition

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1.	Composition No. 1 03:10	lyrics	buy track
Only god can tell the truth Only god can tell the truth Only god can tell the truth Only god can tell the truth (Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth) Only god can tell the truth (God, god, god, god, god) Only god can tell the truth (Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth) Only god can tell the truth (God, god, god, god, god) Only god can tell the truth (Truth, truth, truth, truth, truth) Only god can tell the truth (God, god, god, god, god) Only god can tell the truth My expeditions as a baller and a real shot caller, Top shotta, pop the collar, making bread like it's a silver dollar Slim dames slither down, sooner the day shines the sun So much brothers gazing in windows for submachine guns We on some 4PD, not Police but Pockets Deep Sleep on DP like it's Feed the Streets, Roddy ain't got to eat 'cept some mustard and bologna burgers straight out Compton, C All Love Internally Fo' Real News I Agree Greedy bastards, old, dirty, and inglorious Harmoniously connect like monks, thelonious Pharaohs and horn-blowers like Coltrane conform alike The desert sand hurts under my feet, and I triumph beneath the light Now after 12 connected bars of some fire in the booth, I think it's time I proved that only God can tell the truth
2.	Nozones (ft. Elijah Follin) 03:07	info	buy track
3.	Skin of the Soul (ft. Saia) 03:47	lyrics	buy track
Look I'm on the roll, I'm on go Whenever soon as the mic in Attacks on a city towered over by some titans I ain't Eren, Mikasa, but n----, something like it Opposition to my people standing taller tha some giants We stuck on pretty faces and what vaginas the tightest Tightrope living, it's one slip and you dying, blood Crip on the sirens, blunts ripping in silence Guns hip to the violence, it's kinda crazy This Latina agreed that shit been loco All our dogs went missing now we call for Todo Little did we know they bagging n----s like they Frodo Shit is more bizarre than a fucking Jojo I add my mojo so I'm not looked at as a simian You tryna avenge some deaths but n----s not assembling And on this penmanship 'Cause the pen's way stronger than the sword And bullets can't penetrate the skin of my soul I got the right cards, so I could never fold I been working remote, but I never lost control If you thought different, then you thinking way too bold, ho You can't penetrate the skin of my soul You can't get through me no more, no no no You can't penetrate the skin of my soul You can't get through me no more, no no no You can't penetrate the skin of my soul You can't get through me no more, no no no You can't penetrate the skin of my soul You can't get through me no more, no no no You can't penetrate the skin of my soul You can't get through me no more, no no no
4.	Bitching Season (ft. Jonny Farias) 03:46	lyrics	buy track
Something for your mind, your body and your soul It's the power to arouse curiosity, The purpose The goal which one acts on A journey of force hot like the sun and wet like the rain Straight out the mud, all my dirt should be the Best Of Threw so many tomatoes, now these motherfuckers can't even ketchup Tore down a house from a bitch destructive criticism So many dogs barking, all these haters call it bitching season Pitch a tent from the bones of my enemies The end of me is never seen, I went from weed to evergreens Who knew the grass-touchers could create philosophies Lobotomy, I eat your brain like some fucking zombie feed Pause Resume, my résumé is filled with A's 'cause I was trapping but I kept up my grades Day by day, my body prepares for the gene pool Sophomore year, we was eating up horse lips and dog food Off to be the man, career based on a sea of fans Slept for days inside a caravan, cared to pass the smoke to bare hands Hair falling out like a bro been under stresses Ain't no worries, pass the boof and watch the honeys pass in sundresses In the desert, the sun beats my heat like I'm in a dunce cap Cone with a bandana, I play Santana, got my hair up in a bun, wrapped Bones rattle like the cracking of my knuckles You crackers can't package faster than an Amazon bundle, uh Yeah Straight out the mud, all my dirt should be the Best Of Threw so many tomatoes, now these motherfuckers can't even ketchup Tore down a house from a bitch destructive criticism So many dogs barking, all these haters call it bitching season Went down the beaten path, scents unlocked memories from the past Don't let me get in my bag Televangelists Gutenberg press printing they cash Can't wipe the sin from they hands Arms out like the Vitruvian man while we apples swam The bigger they are, the harder they fall The higher the hair, the closer to God Sealed lips, jaundiced eyes watch Spent my teenage life hearing out both sides, what will and won’t suffice Mass exodus to the great divide We been demonized, sent to the swine, Babylonian rites Had to earn they stripes through a miracle on ice Fish nets sunk our boats, to think we wouldn't cast a line Columbus here when folks arrived, watching over 59th Twinkle in my eye like dollar store Christmas lights Fast forward to shouting fights, silent nights sacrificed We all stressin’, no time like the present Bad thought like Nicodemus how it crept in Wrote 'bout the tempest, tried not making it long-winded Set fire to the tinder Love is a weapon, Holofernes beheaded Apologists, seek repentance Watch who friends with you On your screen, out of place as a dead pixel Timeline full of distress signals Written epistles Give peace a chance, so they sent missiles Flame in the sky for Lady Liberty The victor's quill writes the history Victims killed all a mystery They whitewash me, burn the new me in effigy Straight out the mind, all my dirt should be the Best Of Threw so many tomatoes, now these motherfuckers can't even ketchup Tore down a house from a bitch destructive criticism So many dogs barking, all these haters call it bitching season Uh, and all these haters call it bitching season
5.	Spicy (Interlude) 02:01	info	buy track
6.	Se Goza Más 03:23	info	buy track
7.	Grandma's House 02:20	lyrics	buy track
11:11, my bars literally golden Hold the phone for the foe'nem, watching foes hold guns and pose with it We don't fold with the, I stack the bread in loafs while they loathe On the life I'm living, I make this shit worth living Writhing in pain from the gun pops, watch you turn into a raisin Raise the roof for the funeral, the priest and the casket That's a trifecta in the basket of urns that I've been chasing Lace the lines with the beans, OD on the morphine and it's back to the
8.	Believe It (ft. Elvisious) 03:24	lyrics	buy track
Please take me away, I'm worth more than I make I give more than I take and I feel there's no escape They just go back and change like Roe v. Wade We the new Stone Age, we progress the wrong way While I'm high and in a daze, barely make it through the day That's a killer in a phaze or a filler for a filtered killer phrase I just grew up with the killers, I get iller by the day Why they saying, "God saves"?, the exception of Ukraine Man, we all part to blame, well y'all are and I ain't 'Cause I post a black screen, hashtag and I pray Then proceed with my day, I'm enraged Cuts worse than any blade, this ain't God's anonymous ways Man we all turn stagnant, so much black magic Tell me what happened, man, that shit is tragic I'm ashamed to be human, we create the worst habits All preach, no practice, by the time we see peace We'll be sleep in a casket, 'cause the casualties are adding And there ain't no looking past, yeah the past's in a past tense Alongside my patience, roll an L and face it The only I know that I'mma face this Reckless in my adolescence, "Youth On Drugs" And they blame it on depression, 'cause "The medicine, more medicine?" He's so sick like Dopesick, speaking aphorisms That attract the women like some magnetisms I attack the villain, my mind chasms has its limits So I acrobat the limericks, lace up the soliloquys Potent with delivery, heavy on intensity 'Cause there isn't anything that I said in here that can go and break the chemistry 4REAL
9.	Heart Sinking (ft. Voonex York) 03:36	lyrics	buy track
Smiling while I'm hanging, legs down from the freeway Burned a hole in my wallet from the money that you make Corrupted by the darkness, now you fall into an endless sleep Corrupted by the darkness, now you fall into an endless sleep Yeesh The world is ending, I'm convinced Spell humanity without life, who gives a- And even then, that shit is rare, I just don't go outside 'Cause honestly, I don't fuck with this world, I'd rather hide Someone gave the world to the wrong person, 'cause they cooked and let it burn On the grill of the ozone, watching coals turn to pearls I've kept too many secrets, don't let me tell them to the world About the shit I've been thinking It feels my mind is sinking It feels my mind is sinking
10.	Further & Further (ft. Hoodie Hilltop) 03:02	lyrics	buy track
I do not acknowledge no rap god, I’m godless Sicker than whoever you decide to name regardless Walk around like my city like I’m Sora fighting heartless Bitch I got the keys, you don’t really wanna start shit Cause I’m the main character, any area I’m in Watch when I fuck yo bitch in a pair and I tear her Hyman Hi I’m high, men know me as rap's American Terrorist And I think police is some fucking arrogant Aryans You can’t be woke having American dreams Because a dream is something you can only have when you sleep I’m gettin' head by the radio while Listening to Creep You reminiscing now 'cause life isn’t as sweet As when your parents were together and people listened to creed You was smokin' mid packs bumpin' Punk Goes Pop When I was sticking black flags in millions of dead cops 'Cause I do not acknowledge no rap god, I’m godless Sicker than whoever you decide to name regardless I am in a state of mind that’s difficult to conquest Walk around your city like personified Bomb threats What’s inside the bag homie, lemme hold ya wallet Bitch you know I’m doper than a blunt and 20 bong hits And I am not a rapper, I'm a motherfucking off switch Dedicated to the bitches thought of bringing raw shit What’s that, y’all want some raw shit? Fuck what’s in the bag, homie, empty out yo pockets Every time I make a threat, it’s taken as a promise Thinkin I’m a sucker, you delusional as Thomas Understanding got me, conscious as Alphonsus A lot of rappers on some novice shit be honest The common intelligence, non-negative quality Practice transcendental meditation, preaching equality Used to wanna smack any rapper thought they was hot as me And now I stand around and wait for somebody to try to body me You obviously thought of me not as dope as the next bitch I’m the real Bruce with a fresh brew of the death wish Fresh tomb he could rest in 'lest you would invest in I do not acknowledge no rap god, I’m godless Sicker than whoever you decide to name regardless Walk around like my city like I’m Sora fighting heartless Bitch I got the keys, you don’t really wanna start shit I do not acknowledge no rap god, I’m godless Sicker than whoever you decide to name regardless Walk around like my city like I’m Sora fighting heartless Bitch I got the keys, you don’t really wanna start shit This the type of shit I know y'all wanna hear and I'm here to make it clear My peer to peer reviews between my colleagues I know I choose, who's got the opinions between all of them I match 'em like olives are green and black, I don't fuck with shit that is wack I'm a lyrical twister, not a lyrical miracle Your influences too wearable 'cause I see it on your sleeve Get some elbow grease, weave some baskets, put in the work 'fore it's Christmas Eve And watch Departure draw a painting, I display a picture of displaced persons Flip it That's on the P.D., the police department, I weave the opps to save an arm and a leg And I'll do that shit 'till there's none of 'em left, that's a Billy Woods reference I paint a picture in black and white, my bandwidth on my videos, I'm being watched Like Bollywood, I hardly cook so I should 'cause I'm not making more than I probably should I'm on the wing droppin' bombs on the hood In element like Bruce Willis, these dickriders sucking on meat popsicles My melting point is too much heat for the opps to handle Fuck the Metropolitan Police, matter of fact, fuck all of 'em I'm A1 like a Google Sheet based on rows and columns I'm in a racecar past the milepost, sit and chill like the hare Watch the tortoises pass by, except they ain't made it there
11.	Help Me (ft. Lav Kazan) 02:37	lyrics	buy track
Okay, so, have a seat Um, I believe this is your, third session? (Yeah) Um, I just wanted to go, we're not gonna do a lot today, (Oh alright) but I just wanted to see what your progression with your, what your mental health has been like (I'm doing alright, but) Let's go ahead and get started I miss the old me, I ain't been with the homies, feel like they don't even know me It feels lonely knowing the imaginary walls that hold me I feel like I'm growing out of my comfort zone I've got too many secrets that can't be known I know someone will still think I'm normal but I, goddamn- I've spent too much time disappointing my parents, and it's apparent I've got to change But I'm scared of the dedication and time it takes and at this point I'd rather be hanged Stabbed to death, burned at the stake But every time I still end up awake It was all a dream, I'd rather skip to the scene (okay okay) Where I end up on magazines knowing the fame'll get to me, it's ending me Well I'mma be for a while, longer than I did expect to Never checked if it was an angel or a devil but I got rescued Now I'm in the clouds, never run out of jet fuel But I'll never run out of jet fuel Huh, yeah, jet fuel Flying through the clouds on the lean and the fentanyl My doctor tried to stop me but I don't need his approval Yeah I'm fuckin' zooted off the perc, look at my pupils This whole summer, been in hell, I'm a heathen I already cannot just wait to just stop breathing Had a few sexcapades but they turned me to a demon I don't need a reason, I can't wait for deletion Yeah Uh huh Sleepy on the highway, free-wheely on the Fran bay Been a couple of days since my last flight Met her in the Six last night Just child's play, shit gon' be alright Out of sight of them bright lights What'd I say about bringing a knife to a gun fight Midnight, in the pale moonlight Popped a man just for saying some shit that I ain't like It's hard to be polite, talking to myself This therapist ain't working, needing some better help Need a better self, opps a'lurkin 'Cause one day I'mma just be an elf on the shelf
12.	Who Am I? 03:44	info	buy track
13.	Frail 03:42	lyrics	buy track
2007, the year that I was born Made a few thousand in a minute, but the family was torn Don't hear it from me, the need for financial means turned to greed My moms was fiending for green, but not the kind that would think She picked me up in August, same shit she doing today I know she happy but sometimes the shit don't feel the same My father told me "son, you do the same thing, it's gon' drive you insane Drop the music, boy, look at your grades" Sat me down at the table, popped open two beers But the inebriation I consumed turned to fear I knew where this was going, I saw the hops and barely pouring Three in the morning, I woke up and fell into tears I can't live like this, no I can't live like this Eat, breathe, fall asleep, die and shit like this Is what makes me want to stop going I watched the blood flowing I'd rather die knowing 'cause what you don't know is mind-blowing Uh
14.	Identify the Way in Which You Want to Die (Interlude) 01:21	info	buy track
15.	A Conversation With Death 06:02	lyrics	buy track
Lately, I've been confused Ain't no debating the game that I've been playing In my head, it goes like ping-pong, left to right Decisions split in two, what's left to write Rhymes, bars and verses, players, hoes and gunfights Shit bleed like the scratches on my arms and the pen Carpal tunnel from my words, I let the chickens and the hens Out my head, and tonight, that's what I'll do Let free thought be free, all the bullshit is moot Null and void, dulled points from the pencils and the players Controversy, they eat it up off the ground like utensils and haters Love to hate, love for the criticism They'd fuck for being a critic, and suck for corny lyricism It's the irony of a verbal prostitute, It hurts to rob the food of a man who's starving too But fuck it, end of the day we all gotta eat Don't care if it's ass, cash or meat, fuck a social media feed Had a conversation with Death the other day, he went like "Get yo bag, son", I said "shit, ight, okay", then left him But what stopped me is the fear of change That if I move on, it's like life will never ever be the same But I like the way I'm living now Not livin' in a different town, different house New wife, new spouse I hate the idea of anything new I hate the feeling of leaving you I hate the idea of living in general Try new things, see new sights when the gift of death is inevitable Life is incredible, but does it mean anything When you spend it all on cars and chains? As humans, we are slaves to the idea of God We put the cuffs on, then complain when we can't find the keys to take them off Sail off on a ship then drown and die in the ocean Whose fault is that when we make the human race as an opponent to itself? We are a threat to mankind, take steps but don't stride, at this point we're gonna die And I hope whatever's out there when we wave goodbye, when we scream, yelp and cry, hears the voices and the tears Before I go I just wanna apologize for all of my moral crimes, I missed the social cues and I was misguided And as I write this I hope you're somewhere alive and while I haven't seen you since, I know the universe will help you find it Hailey, when we were in first grade, I know it's a love craze now But you really helped me feel feelings, and while I didn't do it right the first time, I felt for the first time, I think I turned out just fine Yoli, remember when Covid hit? You were my only friend In real life to talk to when I needed someone And I know I was going through something, I couldn't tell you about it But I think you abandoning me really helped And I don't mean that in a sarcastic way, If I didn't make some drastic change, I would've killed myself Then I wouldn't have no mental health or a plan to make a better self, come to think about it I think sometimes about the mistakes I've made, I could've kept the ones I loved if I changed my ways before Like Dani, 'member I got mad at you, and you weren't even being rude, it feels stupid And selfish, I cut the rope for something that I can't remember, damn Now the ties are severed and it's too late, but thank you, ma'am

about

MY WRITINGS OF "COMPOSITION":

"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is
prepared to die at any time." - Mark Twain

The last time I saw my great-grandmother, we celebrated her birthday. She wished it was her last.

I had a dream that I watched my great-grandfather, a rather recently disabled, but always joyful man, deteriorate and die in front of me in real time. The man who helped teach me things about life, the man who has kept a high spirit in his darkest times, shriveled up into a raisin in my eyes. My vision turned black and white, and I could feel the trauma in the brain within my brain trying to block out the experience.

My grandparents and I inherited the house that built some of my childhood memories; the house my great-grandparents have since moved out of for an elder's home organized by Texas A&M University. This dream connected to another; for an imaginary field conceived in my brain owned by my great-grandfather, painted with the American Flag in the grass, stood an airplane.

The dream flashed to a different moment; I was sitting across my mother in a restaurant in Alabama during a road trip to Florida to spend the summer with her. This conversation never happened when I actually did this, but in the dream she asked me if I was ever able to accept the death of my great-grandparents. Before I could answer, I woke up.

Only two things are secured for man at birth; life and death itself. Whether the time to leave Earth is secured or not; that is the question, a decision formed from a case-by-case basis. But no matter the life we lived, we are all destined to live and die someday, and somehow.

In the pages that unfold within each track of "Composition", I not only tell a story of life and death, but a story of humanity and of mental health and instability-- whether it be mine or yours, that decision is up to you. We all live different lives and different stories, only my job is to affect yours how you want.

As for what you see, Death, as she stands and does nothing in the blood-stained desert of nothingness, watches the decaying and drying carcass that is Humanity kill itself. She brings no coffin and there is no funeral, for in the vacuum of space, nobody will be able to hear you scream.

Composition, an album by Departure

MY SPECIAL THANKS:

Thank you to Brooklyn for being my executive producer, and for helping me figure out what this album means to me.

Thank you to the additional producers, features and vocal contributors for helping me realize the destiny of Composition.

Thank you to Sissy for greeting me with your comforting mornings, and with your death helping me realize your love is no more.

Thank you to G-Daddy for dying right in front of me in my dreams.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

It is recommended that this album be listened to in one sitting.
It is recommended that you listen to this album with either stereo headphones or speaker system(s).

credits

released January 11, 2023

Front artwork, back artwork & additional promotional material designed by Departure and brooklynlstnm

Executive Production by brooklynlstnm and Corbin Sears

Production by Departure, brooklynlstnm, Elijah Follin, Barnum Effekt, Sgt. Talby and High Life

Vocal Contributions by Saia, Jonny Farias, Elvisious, Voonex York, Hoodie Hilltop & Lav Kazan

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Departure Austin, Texas

Departure is a plunderphonics, hip-hop, & sound collage artist based in Austin, TX.

He has had experience in music since he was 3 years old, and as a 16 year-old producer, he has amassed an impressive catalogue of works in music manipulation & composition. ... more