Bedroom Bedrock

by Trial of the Golden Witch

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This album is all about two brothers sitting in their bedrooms, sending files back and forth and telling their life stories; MZShaidu's story about learning how to produce beats, and Digibro's story about getting drunk enough to feel something, and then screaming about his feelings. Some of their friends came along for the ride.

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released September 20, 2016

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Track Name: Bedroom Bedrock
I hit bedrock in my bedroom
playin' new Doom with Aesop Rock and MF Doom
and a shroom sandwich--not psychedelic, but delicious
got no bitches--no women either, for that matter
I'm higher on scattered thoughts than most get on batter and pipes
I make a living off my list of gripes
I've got no game, no life, and plenty of cash from passion
the type to look at myself and start laughin'

'cause I'm holed up in my room
crankin' up the sub so the bass go boom
youtube surfin' on the couch with a box of goon
and just too much time, not enough to do

Nothin' in life will ever live up to Demon's Souls,
MC Ride, Endless Jess, and Nobue Itou
I eat so much stress, my beard grows quicker
I'm ten pounds thicker from my facebook picture
Had a published auto-bio when I printed out my twitter
I've never read a book that wasn't with me on the shitter
I'm bitter over every bad comment that I've gotten
but unassailably self-confident since writing Rotten

and I'm holed up in my room
crankin' up the sub so the bass go boom
youtube surfin' on the couch with a box of goon
and just too much time, not enough to do
Track Name: ROTTEN [ft. Endless Jess]
[Verse 1: Digibro]
I chase release, sixteen bottles deep
in some weak shit, my peak shit dried out
always night out when I look
I'm still too lazy to cook
Nowhere else open at night
So I stay after that light
Wawa subs, takin that bite
cigarettes gettin' that light
ate again, drivin there twice
I don't like none of they food
fuck am I s'posed'ta do?
no one else awake here so I stay jackin' my dude
gettin' in fights online
wastin' my fucking time
tryin ta fuck with this wine but now my tolerance is too high
rhymes becoming off-time
wrapping thoughts up in tight little rice balls to eat up and spit out
at people who pass by my house on the sidewalk
you balk at my face, mother fucker, I'm carving your eyes out
you don't know who you're dealing with, I'm a man with his mind out of
control -- don't know what I'm prone to do at this hour
my skin has gone sour and bruised,
I'm rotten through

[Verse 2: Endless Jess]
come to on the floor
in a pile of trash and piss shit stained drawers
I'm a hot mess hoarder, the lord of disorder
calorie absorber, performer, a camcorder
and I’m bored, another symptom to record
in the pit, the only hole i fit anymore
until i stick more whores
with my thick pork sword
i got ticks on my dick getting sick and engorged
i used to dream of how i’d be when i was grown
picture me with a 6 pack, not the kind that foams
now i live alone, never shower, i live in squalor
blocking out the sun so i never know the day or hour
and my teeth all yellow, gums receding,
gingivitis, cut myself eating now I’m bleeding
while i’m beating up the mic
and i’ll take another bite
of the burger that i dropped in the trash last night

[Verse 3: Digibro]
Fast food on my mothafuckin' breath
Wine spilled on my mothafuckin' chest
I'm drunker than my rhymes are good
my wordplay's bored, I torn between asinine and scorned
I'm fine from four till dawn
But wronged from six PM to one
I'm no fun and no body cares what I've become
Or how I've run so far from the sun
- my body is fucking falling apart
- fat and gross and weird and fucked up
My beard looks like a rapist
My shape is amorphous
- I don't know what I enjoy
There must be, please, I hope, a point to all this
Somewhere along the line when looking at the time
Stopped meaning anything my mental state became in constant flux
I've got six thousand bucks and don't know what I want to own
I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown, I'm grown
Track Name: Humans Are Okay
the broadcast news is all subjective
the truth ain't there, you can't protect it
I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch
I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit

all the best shit in life comes from you and I
from mankind, when they ain't fuckin' around
or stuck on the ground, or straight fuckin' it up
when they layin' great stuff in the cut, and gettin' the bucks
I go to see 'em sometimes
with a fat wallet I don't need a disguise
don't mention politics or the bad guys,
the high concepts, or the truth unrealized
look 'em in the eyes
I don't hate all of ya'll fuckers
but some of ya'll mothers got a need to get smothered
but I can set aside my druthers
for a waffle, and some chicken, and a lil' honey mustard--matter fact
let me live at IHOP
and eat gross tenders 'till my fuckin heart stop
set up a lil' booth where I can record my hip-hop
and drop in random patrons for podcast interviews

the broadcast news is all subjective
the truth ain't there, you can't protect it
I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch
I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit

My plate's legit completely full
with fat raps to eat and sick shit to pull
and thick chords to play, while I don't get no play
'cause I ain't got all day to swipe left on bitches
--that's inauthentic, but how I roll
I only pay attention when the dinner rolls come out, no doubt--
I like people for the art and food
and if I seem rude, that's cause I don't know ya, dude

the broadcast news is all subjective
the truth ain't there, you can't protect it
I don't believe a thing you've said, bitch
I nod my head, ditch, and contemplate shit
Track Name: Actualize
Be yourself, just as long you is just like me
Follow the rules, but don't give into society
We can be friends, just as long as you don't disagree with me
'Cause I know what's right, objectively

It's fine if you like me, but I don't identify as likeable,
attractive, or good, by my own standard
I don't pander to those who would slander
my style or collect from my piles of grandeur
I get all the respect that I need from myself
So feel free to leave my disk on the shelf
I got no desires to stoke your fires
I'm not K.Dot nor am I Desiigner
I'm right on the fringe of acceptable and cringe
I make money on the fact that I anime binge
I'm unhinged, no one likes to admit when I'm right
cause I don't represent any side in their fight
and I'm white, but I rap like a motherfucka
while still livin' in the burbs with my parents and my brothas
playin' covers of songs that nobody respects
'cause there's not a single person whom I need to impress
money's all that I stress, and I ain't been depressed in a while
but my violence gets hard to suppress
when fuccbois mistake my patience for a test
and get flexed on harder than they ever expect
now look, this attitude is made of influence
and it would take a lot more than a minute to get into it
and I don't mind comparisons even if they're embarrassing
but I ain't sharing evertyhing so don't think that know all about me
see we as human beings have the thing called empathy
that let's us perceive what others see without being where they been
so when I hear another man singin' stories of his sin
it don't mean that I know him, but I get the things he's sayin'
and that's why I grew up cultural appropriation
on every TV network and radio station
and all that culture is mine now
define me how you like but don't expect me to kowtow
Track Name: White Nigga [ft. Ninouh]
[Digibro]
can't be on a mic, say you don't bite flow
what you know ain't a packaged with your soul
that baggage come and go, from the pink tube to the black hole
rap gold ain't a nigga birthright, it's the iron throne
what you condone is of no consequence
your sense of righteousness essentially irrelevent
I sent the message I intended, defended
my mind that you thought you upended, my friend it's
essential, to be only me, that's myself
concerned with my wealth and with my mental health
so what did they call me in school? let me help
it might start with an n, right, wait, holy hell
I nearly forgot that I'm white so
lemme not say nigga when I sing along to a rap song
cause that would be racist - segragate the langauge
forget my indentity, let's all save faces
fuck that - buck that trend like the bull that it is
save the white guilt for the kids
in the burbs never heard of a word like "trap"
or been schooled in the bap 'cause they think it's for blacks
we stand on the cultural backs of our parents
a swirling milkshake of our heritage
that I drink down, for the powers of those before
imbued with the fire by which future I forge

[Ninouh]
It’s not a throne it’s a hot seat.
And Chucky D Was keeping it warm.
He got up to dust his shoes
In no time a bunch of other niggas changed up the form.
Sound of the hood and the streets
Used to rebel and release
Years of abuse from police
Captured on vinyl cds
Music from a whole generation
Was penetrating and changed minds of all different races.
All these fuckers like to talk about their figures
Proud of how they’re getting bigger
When they never stop to give a thought
Measure every listener with melanin
Then see the number jettisoned when compared with the records bought
So if you’re mad about the people saying things that YOU WROTE DOWN
Well you’re looking at this business wrong.
Don’t be a nigga writing nigga if some niggas who ain’t niggas ain’t the niggas who can sing along.
Did you get that, do you peep this, do you understand?
Did you really need this nobody from London Town
To spell it out with common sense, well all you punks should hang
If it was up to Black and Platinum there would be no debate
It’s either everybody stops or we just live with this fate
There’s no underlying message of subliminal hate
Don’t respond with segregation when you opened the gates

It’s Nine Oh
Track Name: Get Action! [ft. Endless Jess]
[Digibro]

Fake niggas all lookin at me like I don’t know what I’m doin
When I been pullin’ salary for creativity since 2013 and I mean
When you see me what do you think?
That guy’s just crazy, he doesn’t count!
He’s an outlier! Anomaly! Surely got lucky somehow!
Now I’ll be the first to admit
I’ve had some privileges
But I’m seein’ all these kids
Actin’ like I ain’t done shit, when I built this all in a cave with a box of scraps
I’m a self-taught rap artist, writer, youtube content generator
And haters can say what they want, but creatives
If you ain’t takin’ pages from me, then get out
I’m sick of all these cop outs, talkin bout
“When I’m out of school I’ll do shit,” bullshit
Like your heroes ain’t drop out
“But I wanna have a future!”
Bitch if you good, you got one, if you not one
Of these talk big, ain’t do shit dweebs
In load screens fourteen hours a week
But too meek to put words on a screen
Call me back when you get those 10,000 hours sleepin’ in a casket
Cause you ain’t grab shit, and your time is passin’
While these young niggas racin right past ya
Chance’ nineteen when he made 10 Day
Wiki ‘93’s called that for a reason
“But I’ll start next season”
Bitch if you ain’t start now then you’ll never be beastin’
I’m feastin’ on ya’ll corpses
Ya’ll flaccid raps is horse shit
No matter how you force it
Don’t come to me to endorse it
I’m all about sharin’ that meat with my hungry niggas who need to eat it
But if ya’ll ain’t pullin’ that weight, then your greedy ass will be used for feedin’
There’s a reason when you see me I’m surrounded by talent
‘Cause I got a mallet to whack-a-mole those who ain’t up to the challenge
If you want validation, then your creation had better impress
Cause I got no patience to test, and I only roll with the best

TIME TO GET ACTION!
PUT YOUR FUCKIN’ LIFE ON THE LINE
‘CAUSE IF YOU DON’T THE STARVING ARTISTS GONNA EAT YOU ALIVE
BETTER GET ACTION!
IF YOUR WASTING YOUR FUCKIN TIME
THEN YOU CAN BET YOUR FUCKIN ASS THAT I AIN’T GIVIN’ YOU MINE
YOU MUST GET ACTION!

[Endless Jess]


What the hell is writers block? I never had it
sounds like an excuse for you hacks who can’t hack it
I stay creative 365, 24/7 every single second I’m alive
never once took a break or vacation
so don’t you dare look to me for inspiration, fool

you let your battery sit, and i aint jumping it
imagination is a muscle bitch i been pumping it

most swole brain in the whole game
getting migraine pains from my insane lobe gains

more machine than man, so diligent
turning every dream into a plan and then fulfilling it




excuses excuses
you dudes is so useless
get off your cabooses or do this or i’ll make you rue this day, using this ginsu blade tongue
that i move this way quicker than you can say



….. hmm gave you a bit
but you didn’t do shit
you just let it go and you quit like a bitch
I’m getting rich, you just want someone to circle jerk with
and i aint got time to pull out our dicks
and cum on the tits of your comatose hopes
your prime don’t exist, your art is a myth, you pine and you whine but you don’t do shit.




i got a bone to pick
i got an axe to grind
i put my mind to grindstone, put in the time

because talent is a tool, ambition is fuel for potential
without it, stay in school,
special ed.
short bus, helmet on your head
confused by the truth that confucious said

talk don’t cook rice.
and i ain’t gonna play nice with your mice
and man plans, until you put in the work and get some dirt on your hands.


i wrote this ill report with a torch in my mouth
in a dark house eat your hearts out
all you wannabes with no vision and no ambition
ears burning as you listen to the lessons I’m giving

all you weekend weirdos and fair-weather freaks
part time artists, heartless and weak
and everyone all of you dumb bums who run
back to normalcy when you see how much work goes into fun

im an art house maniac, i sit in the dark and write raps when the power’s out of wack

and i pack so many bright ideas in to my thought balloons,

my metaphorical spark lights the room.
when i express myself, i impress you whelps, and i don’t need help so why the fuck should you.

you must get action.
Track Name: (I'm)mortal
I would love to save the world, but I know everything dies
We know the cycle never ends, but we continue to try
If I miss the singularity within my life, I'm fucked
Gettin' cucked by the universe
What if I pull a Sing About Me and get shot by the end of the verse?
The real curse is not knowing
Yet feeling the need for a goal towards which to continue growing
and never slowing even when it hurts
I'm reimbursed for my effort with a fat coin purse
but the years I've burned past I can't reverse
all the hoops I've jumped through to avoid the hearse
make the thought that I'm wasting my time so much worse
and what's worse than that?
knowing that I'm dying even as I rap
I get immersed to avoid the facts
mortality: I just can't admit to that
cause what's worse than that?
knowing that I'm dying even as I rap
I get immersed to avoid the facts
mortality: I just can't admit to that
cause what could be worse than that?


the final boss of our lives is death itself
fighting temporary threats only barely helps
if we can't pull the ghost from the shell, we won't survive
and we've only got so much time
I put my lime in my coconut so I can chill
pretending this ain't real, just so I can deal
if the world ends with me, then at least I made it
I'll watch the sky burn from the backyard, faded
Track Name: Failure (We Make It Look Cool) [ft. Endless Jess]
[Endless Jess]

people look at me the way they look at something sad
like a one legged charles dickens orphan with no dad
well i might be itty but i sure don’t need your pity
sticking to my guns hip hopping on the run


adversity don’t hurt me cause it only makes me stranger

i draw my power from the scars of every failure

swivel chair sailor, outlaw savior
miner for a heart of gold always hitting paydirt



el dorado, 2 hot desperados,
we lie cheat and steal like we’re eddie and chavo


a loveable rascal, another fiasco
im scheming like keenan, aaah here goes


on nick ni nick ni nick
you can lick lick lick lick lick lick my dick


Underestimated by the born winners
but I’m burning you sinners, a fire spittin lord of cinder.

[Digibro]

DAMN, half of all my favorite shit on this track
If I can live up to that, then maybe tackle this fat
and stop stressin' all the tax on my stacks, I'd feel great
I can't wait to be full enough to push aside a plate
I may never be cool enough to look you in the face
But I'm just past schooled enough to put you in your place
No debate, my greatness ain't up for contest
I don't need to flex, bitch, I write my own tests
And I pass with no sweat, I suit myself
Monkey up, struttin', nothin' could pollute my wealth
Of good vibes, and fun times, and feelin' fresh
Spittin' rhymes and changin' minds, like Endless Jess
Not impressed? Categorically attracted to a fault
To the ideal of a rapper hittin' 80 by default?
Hold the salt, I don't need it baby, I'll get out and walk
I'm a giant, get your jack-ass off my beanstalk
Track Name: FINAL STRETCH
We bout to go harder than ever before
Action on every floor
Angles degrees flows, and pros
spittin' prose over pages
the stage is set, so place your bets
On whether we can keep this wet
Outta the bedroom, up from the bedrock
We'll rock the stock sounds outta ya head, flock to
My crib for the assist
If you wanna be a part of something bigger than this
Mothafucka it's lit!

What I spit pull about as much in a month
as what I was worth in Rotten
and gotten more responsibilities attached
to the fact that I got people relying on that
so now there's no lookin' back
I can't act like a goddamn child
feeling mild about my talents--gettin' wild, not givin' up
gotta flex nuts just to stay in the game
when shit gets complicated gotta tame the strange
Gotta stay deranged
And spread the flames to every house
Of every fuckin' challenger who tries to open they mouth
Light it right under they ass if they been sittin around
Call 'em out if they think they get cred for bein underground
if you ain't makin' a sound, then you ain't really a voice
if you shout loud enough then listening stops being a choice
get 'em poppin to that shit in ways they never expect
and I bet they'll say that we is the best

We bout to go harder than ever before
Action on every floor
Angles degrees flows, and pros
spittin' prose over pages
the stage is set, so place your bets
On whether we can keep this wet
Outta the bedroom, up from the bedrock
We'll rock the stock sounds outta ya head, flock to
My crib for the assist
If you wanna be a part of something bigger than this
Mothafucka it's lit!

I've critically hit my stride
I've bit so hard my opponents just died
Lookin' for a pulse like "mothafucka you alive?"
I need some kinda challenger to be my next high
That I can surpass--so get off your ass
I've passed so many I might be the best guy
I can't even see the ground here at this height
Could slip down halfway, still be alright
but I ain't trippin' yet
still givin' it my best
got too much of my soul left yet to invest
If nothing else can best me, I'll do it to myself
promote neverending growth of my health and wealth
and hope that I never croak early or fall to hell
like a shellfish, I'm gonna live forever
and keep getting better--I'll spiral out, keep going
and flowing like you've never even heard or thought of knowing

We bout to go harder than ever before
Action on every floor
Angles degrees flows, and pros
spittin' prose over pages
the stage is set, so place your bets
On whether we can keep this wet
Outta the bedroom, up from the bedrock
We'll rock the stock sounds outta ya head, flock to
My crib for the assist
If you wanna be a part of something bigger than this
Mothafucka it's lit!
Track Name: Waves At Dawn (Live in my room)
Livelihood ain't got much to do with it
Happiness bobs and weaves like a bouey at sea
I concede that it helps to be free
but the feelings of entrapment are real
I can only feel what I'm made to feel
I can only be as much as what I am
Call me what you will, review me as you see fit
I'll admit to any accusation
This vacation took a bitter turn, into better art
The truth in my heart is that I want to get a better start
I don't have much in the way of confidant
But there's no affront to the way that lyrics flow by font

Twenty beers may not yet be enough
Twenty waves might take me too far out
I don't wanna drown, but I wanna float here forever
Don't take me off the tether

Maybe I'm posing, or maybe I'm chosen
Maybe this ocean is truly frozen
I don't feel movement but I've travelled far
I don't feel motivated here at the start
I can't take the steps you advise
I can't take accurate account of life
I'm here deep off the trench off the shore
I barely know where I am anymore
You said swim, don't float along forever
I said please don't take me off the tether
I only truly fear sinking
I can't deal with the thinking
I only truly fear sinking
I can't deal with the thinking
I only truly fear sinking
I can't deal with the thinking