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I Can't Wait for the Day I Miss Who I Am Right Now

by Departure & Young Hachi

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DaniLoRiver it's difficult to wrap your mind around how magical this album is Favorite track: Churchyard.
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New $hit !!! 06:23
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Soulless, I been knew I was the coldest Got ice around the neck and you still finding where the cold is Just got me a new Tec 'cause where we going we gon’ need it Know I made you rewrite verse I never knew you just deleted I go to the morgue just to count all my fucking bodies Multi-million dollar studios, day in the life of Hachi The shade of the next Itachi You paid get me off the posse Defeated my adversity, no wonder I rap so cocky Put the bottles in the air, we been rising up since the lows I know I’m scaring all you niggas should host me a horror show Like Hoodie Hilltop, or the niggas in Gardenback Like a shitty Uber driver get scared of me when I pack I ain’t counting stacks, I can never say that Y’all still trynna sell me beats, I make them from scratch Think of selling crack, make my money back, ain’t gon do all that Raise the thermostat, make a hundred racks, that mean Hachi back They told me make a milli, then talk to me, how I know you made it Karma barely aided, I smoke a joint to stay medicated Smoke done penetrated my lung and heart to stay ventilated Mama compensated the years of torture got fossilated I’m sorry for the joints that took over depressing years of life I ain’t playing nice, only way I can get my family right Keep my words concise, fuck you think I mean when I fly a bike? See they car pull up, only trees is what keep us out of sight Leaders, underground niggas we still be sleeping with the heaters We got consensus to get some Benz’s and a beater Don’t need nobody to lend us nothing, we be scrapping by the dozen For beats and samples to drop rhymes for the greeter Make money our way, we’ll punch a tooth out for the dentist My boys behind bars, soon it’ll be some picket fences If I go to the store it’s strictly business I got 12 waiting at home 'cause they found a couple of grams up in my sneakers Let me talk my shit now Let me talk my shit now Let me talk my shit now Let me talk my shit now Horns blow like Coltrane, Cold training got me iced up on buckets filled in the rain I got informants like they're snakes on other people's planes I'm Abel and Khan pop or puncture foes like I'm Genghis Kane A citizen of this rap shit but I ran the streets Saw an opp pour tunes to me, got off my ass and on my feet And I can see tears drippin' down the families of the man on the shirt If the question comes to be asked, bitch he shot first Don't need a furcoat to be the flyest in the function Done with the fuck shit, what you born as is what you run with You can come with or get flowers piling all on your grave Crazy, I could beat your top 5 without a word to say Energy be expensive this year, don't give that shit for free I got leaks in the pipes formed by the enemies Play my new shit on full until the speakers bust Had a better comeback than Cavs down 3 to 1 They say "la muerte viene en tres", just shot a three-pointer Little shop of horrors, need you to feed me, Seymour They tried to poison me like medium rare chicken meat The opps is carnivores, but GOAT meat is a delicacy I'm lickin' opps like Tootsie Pops, Three licks to get to the center, Three-Hundiddy Bop Bop You can bop it, twist it, whichever way you pickin' But don't pull me into drama, bitch my ass is not listenin' Let me talk my shit now Let me talk my shit now
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...And He Said "Life Is No Way To Treat An Animal" 02:13
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Skip a meal to feed the women and children Economy's a greedy illness Killed off potato famine, vanished Now the children don't understand the parents Careless what we truly are Microplastics, big screens and flying cars I heard a voice and it said, "bring on the lions" It recalled that the world was on fire like the head of Richard Pryor America is a third-world country with a yacht full of cash Puff and pass but do not let the crop circles take a hundred-mile dash Torn down with a thousand-yard stare Can't tell me there's a killer still out there It's raining helter skelter skeletons, so beware Find a shelter for an underground fair Paid my ticket so I'm gon' be there Bring on the lions, I'll grab 'em by the hare If I could snap my fingers I'd end it here Neverland is only so far from near Bring on the lions, bring on the lions Bring on the lions, bring on the lions, bring on the Bring on the lions, bring on the lions Bring on the, bring on the, bring on the, bring on the Bring on the lions, bring on the lions Bring on the lions, bring on the lions Bring all the shit that you said you be buying Got my first thousand, it still got me smiling I do all the shit that you said you be trying Making my moves disses aimed at you specially I said you a bitch, man I do that perpetually Grind 'til I make it I do, that’s my specialty Still switching faces, we saying you makeshift If we gonna fight let me tie up my laces I look at the light because real niggas face it I look to the skies I have God as my witness Blood, sweat, and tears also use my tooth and nail Weed, pills, and beers, don’t do pills so switch the tale Clean set of ears but my hands can tell it’s real Lived through this shit so I know just how to feel Hiss-hiss snake still in the grass make me misfit The devil turned a serpent make the apple get bitch bit I see niggas up in porches make the opps throw a bitch fit I got a house up in the burbs but I’ll still get your wig split Lost words anomaly we hopping we out saucers I know you hate my music but my nigga got some nerve We gon’ rust Rustzilla street get hot he got sunburned Little pussy nigga ducking fades so he butthurt We don’t kill you slowly you gon' die quick and painless I dissed that nigga solely for shooting shots at the aimless Spilling blood all in the streets, it makes these niggas so tainted All the shit that you had done and you still calling the cops You blaming all them but yourself you putting drugs in the pot You text your bitch you love her, but she got a dick in her what You lost your friends they went through bullshit 'cause the shit that you done You catch a bullet to the mouth, my nigga that's what you sought
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Churchyard 07:34
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It Was (Your God's Feet Beneath Me) 05:38
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Still getting faded though, still getting faded though We started fading though, we started fading though She getting faded though, she getting faded though They started fading though, they started fading though I seen the horrors, got some diamonds to give them cold shoulder Holding boulders, hold my world like atlas back breaking I'm the prodigal son, I ain't worried 'bout no procedures On this side of my gun, add me up tell me the sun Y'all had seen many faces, for the real one y'all need some drums Resort to swords and maces, get some cash, see who they become Say pass the blunt, I'm alive and well 'till I see the sun Say I'm a misogynist for getting hurt and swearing off the bitches Stay proud and happy, I treat the studio like colossal kitchen Got left in ditches, I'm sacreligous not good with misses Drop atomic on them like Oppenheimer, I've gotten higher My shoes designer, feel like I can't live without my lighter
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The Angel's Wounded Hands; Working Title (ft. Handsome Pryce) 05:23
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Life is working, I'm still learning some lessons Church after hours, I still got confessions The way I struggle, life a permanent campus Stepped out of line, now he saying he messing Hands are dirty, might not get into heaven Staying happy, can't afford no depression Getting better, moving session by session Painful noises, screaming voices Jumping like Antetokounmpo Cannot fuck with the ants, they be too slow Speaking Spanglish, my language is two, dos Cannot bring all you niggas, it's two doors We gon' kill him regardless, it's who smoke Y'all a rodeo with all that bullshit If you need it it's under the door, jit In my dream, 100k give 'em mortgage Gotta hit 'em head on like a sword fish This a 4 split in the bullpit Stay rapping, they mad that I won't quit Need to make it, don't care what it cost Still here in spite of the shit that I lost Need to win, it can't sit with a loss Need to feel it, I add on the bass Type of feeling I get when I'm fazed Hit the strip, I don't need me a bae I'm just doing me, what can I say I'm just doing me, what can I say I'm just doing me, what can I say Everything is connected, darkness and light No good, no evil, just cause & effect You choose your destiny in the infinite amount of universes we have Every second counts, so be yourself Be free, find truth and never be afraid of it Become the god you follow, the true nature of who you are We are all one, and it takes only one being to change the world
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A Variation on 'Pink & Blue' 04:14
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I'm still disciple now that I accepted the god within me The house of Winfrey, making money you surely been In the bin, praying your life away, one for every sin Outer gods sending them bullets and hitting all they men I hold the pain in, I even write with a charley horse The days are fading, forgetting them is what I remorse Say fuck a rapper, a poet made from the blood of God I slowly feel myself getting weaker in need of force God my chains hangin', blood slowly leaking the bitch bangin' Scrutinize, careful moments for stupid lies I inspire niggas, sick with the pen, I'm contagious The tip be drawing beauty I gotta draw on these papers Forget about making millions to be in this bitch I'm grateful Why you ain't so? I been looking ways to payroll Or pay in full, paint it whole, paint it red Still in school, tryna be a scholar They sent me off to college only with $400 I'm in a dark room, still saying they can't stop us You in a costume work a job, bills ain't lock us Work a job, bills ain't lock us, nigga, what The end times, I'm afraid like the Euphrates drying up Cannot worry 'bout the future, fuck Mercedes driving up (x4) Puerto Rican, my blood native Seven 5s on me, fuck a Viktor, I spur aimless Search papers To gain knowledge I think different to move distant Spit wisdom, prophecies to make distance The end times, I'm afraid like the Euphrates drying up Cannot worry 'bout the future, fuck Mercedes driving up (x6)

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released August 18, 2023

Production by Departure (1-6)
Additional production by MMIII (6)
Writing by Departure (1-3) and Young Hachi (1-6)
Vocals by Departure (1-3) and Young Hachi (1-6)
Spoken word by Handsome Pryce (5)

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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

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