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iNNERMiSSiON

by ThIIIrd Person

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1.
TiiiGHTWAD. 04:20
TiiiGHTWAD. I’m ice cream on your pie charts, spaghetti in your suit pocket, Buddy the Elf, baby, I’m high arts 
So follow me where the lights aren’t, this mine’s dark dig in with diamond heart flick a flint til I find a spark My visine has a night job, my iPod is a crime scene, my rhyme scheme is a tightwad, unh I write things to define thoughts the sly talk is my high beam, shine gleams off the bright arcs Align stars to combine memes, spaghetti on your mom’s sweater, Lady the Tramp, I think she likes me> Collide teeth til the bite barks, I keep the canines sharp for prime fine dining on hind parts, unh If mic dropping’s a pipe dream my life seems to be quite odd with time lost to that Spike Lee 
I might not do the right thing. my sightseeking defies marks. I spy blocking and climb free And now that high wall is behind me— Alamoed. Scrape the ice carving my pie piece A la mode Bank a tight wad with the rhyme scheme A la mode /Take the write-off for the visine/ A la mode I’m pop tarts in your briefcase Travolta smoking Apples Strolling back to the table happy to see shake I’ll get it twisted in Plainview bowling on any given Sunday rolling a pinner clearing a lane through >> That revelation was threefold: I’m zorro with the blade so when I aim for the basement I bring my sheep home. Will there be buds to be cured still? There sure will— it’s sheer will how I shear wool, and keep clones. I’m trichomes on your ‘loupe’ (loop) lens Resinating your soft-clippers Siphoning gas out of a few stems flock to me and my flue friends The medicine is musical; the music is medicine til the groove ends I move ‘pens’ with these one twos, infuse ‘bread’ with the edible spread for the true heads on the front stoops And it’s about to get magical when they sing back They say I’m fly and I sleigh? buddy, believe that…
2.
RUMSPRiiiNGA. The humdinger Champion Unseater flow bipolar; hi-lower sub-tweeter so sick with it I kick it like Son Chiba so slick with it I flip it like drug dealers and yes, my 16s sweet like young divas flow over 2 16s like one liter stay spitting 'M 16s like gunslingers and I'm ... look I'm thiiird person. Crack open your minds eye recognize mines the thiiird one, I am the second father’s first son, I am the crest beyond the reservoir that gets the water worked up- Betcha bottom dredger I’ll emerge under earth dug rumble ready, huddle heavy up in the lurch perch heckle hustle, pebble rubble peppers the shirt grubby muddy messy, when sudden pressure lurk a lung burp a resin bubble,> but he’s never humble >>> the tall dark sheep of the flock cream of the crop, I baa baa bleat to the knock keeping it hot I walk hall seething and jot seeping the clock til My dog bark feet finna pop need a new sock, Like ‘aw darn I ballparked cheap but it’s not’ Let’s pawn all heat from the shop, sweeten the pot My song’s on repeat in your car? Keep it in park breathe in the bars don’t reach for the aux that beat’s gonna drop and it’s me... I’m MC3PO (3po) One man Wolfpack caliber tactics I got this, How many times you defeat me ZerCall me Black GalifianakisYou ain’t a conscious rapper if you slept on me! Now get ready cuz this is God tier— the definition of top gear I am not you. I am not from this planet My skill’s like my complexion, it’s not fair Ain’t going to shows I trade flows in repose and stay focused ain’t locally known I lay low in my home and blame covid But take note of this growth; I changed hopes into goals and gained closure, I’ll gain hold of this code, then trade quarters and go til it’s game over Crack open my pried mind it’s high time- to find light- let it shine back like hind sight, Define hype rewind track supply rap til five mics refine that til it rhymes right I— might switch up the flows If I’m disposed, ride my rhythmic roads– brick em in gold, drive by whichever quotes were hitting most, Folks, we’re gettin close.., O’s up in my bowl peep the auteur bender with spoon ready to go pursue peppers and toast orange juice express from the grove, According to some boring dudes in professional coats, i’m balanced breakfast to go, and i’m a damn SNACK Effortful growth veteran craftmatic yes I’m a rap addict best you should know I rock and I’m that Crack, I see you nodding in your dad’s van “jesus that’s hot” Yeah! So don’t reach for that aux! slap your own hand back like *slap* (bad fan!) If my spit is indicative of my sickness then listen to what my visage is dripping it’s (Gobstopper your jaw drops when I get in your face) I’m So fly you might have to swat me. My dope lines- (My filibuster is a grill adjuster, my skill’ll fluster) I’m kinda like Kanye in reverse cause my beats (you’ll get combusted by the quill eruption) because my beats are ok but I’m great with a verse I’ll spit it over and over until you’re over it Ain’t going to shows I make flows in repose and stay focused Ain’t locally known I lay low in my home and blame covid But take note of this growth; I changed hopes into goals and gained closure, I’ll break out of my mold and trade chorus to flow It’s GAME ON little chinny chins time to fall off drop’s imminent, got yall medicine, lockjaw liniment, Crocstar giving you that raw raw penmanship dungeon drampa blowin hogwash hinges in, If ya think o cop cars kindling And you’re antinazi then you’re not my nemesis, I been blockin all- “All Lives” bigoted, I do not give a shit yall can stop listening Hold up, lesson one, do not engage The fourth wall is not the facade that I gotta break I’m behind a shade, shadow puppetry on display But it’s all a myth, pepper sniff, I’m Mark Payne>> Oh snap! I left my kid on “playin with false hope”, my dark days could shock most I bought- poles, And god dang it let that aux- go it’s not over! I’m Joshing you, 3 is a lot that’s all folks. Respond. echo bravo. Thiiird yearns to burst free from the cerebral Walk in the spot with astonishing swagger But that don’t matter though, Because the moment that Island, Galapagos You heard perfect lines witnessed earth bursting rhymes handle talk like I’m bad at ball I’m a Real lyrical humdinger I bring it straight to you, I don’t take it behind the back at all fucking up sixteens religiously Rumspringa Reach for the auuuuux woody voice How could you not smell that pepper Damn mister deejay that shit was fire Are you my real stepdad?
3.
STALACTiiiTE. Remember about caves? You know caves? this is a song about caves LISTEN UP Something ain’t sounding right Sticking out from the ground like a stalactite, STALACTITE the frowners are frowning twice the crowd delights in scowls at the Stalactite (Stalactite!) Surrounded by the mice, The owl so proud and bright can doubt it’s flight (Wow!) .Thinkin the trouts are about to bite (Chowder chime) the sound of a stalactite Whenever I’m looking down it’s nice I can count on finding stalactites that’s a mound of ice Whenever I scroll up down replies I can count the sighs of grouchy guys that compound my likes (wow!) They say I don’t pronounce it right They denounce the type (atcually they’re found up high) They’ve got a pound of science and not an ounce of spite expound enlighten and pout when I shout my crime Im being wrong on the internet I’m worng on the internet Wrong on the intrenet I’m Wrong on, the internet I’m wrong on the internet And y’all on the internet In a net, Hook in every line like a fisherman the scientists are looking to remind me you’re listenin crying til youre swimming in the brine where I cast for bites relax don’t whine we’re mining for stalactites Listen up Something ain’t sounding right Sticking out from the ground like a STALACTiiiTE (STALACTiiiTE!) the frowners are frowning twice the crowd delights in scowls at the STALACTiiiTE (STALACTiiiTE) Surrounded by the mice, The owl so proud and bright can doubt it’s flight (Wow! Wow!) .Thinkin the trouts are about to bite: Chowder chime!!! and I won’t apologize; Lets skip to the heaIiiing. first things first they stick to the ceiIing Strictly the real “g’s” rise from the ashes. I’m a “stalagmit”. sit with the feeling. Grip for the “heel” when “I kill these” on a bridge Troy with the Troll game Binny’s on the fridge 👦🏾🥶 Boy with his own name chillin on a cold day spilling out a “no they DIDN’T” on a binge And my inner, it’ll get into a glimmer when I throw bait Fly with the rhythm in the river when I flow fake Fisherfolk found a lot of fish in they own way taught me how to spit got the ripple bringing dinner to my own plate -UNH!- In the low wake zone where the profane go and I know they know I’m a splashy type, I call my HOME state HOME and we’re live via Satellite… thiiird person servin the STALACTiiiTE! LISTEN UP Something ain’t sounding right Sticking out from the ground like a stalactite, STALACTITE the frowners are frowning twice the crowd delights indelightin scowls at the Stalactite (Stalactite) Surrounded by the mice, The owl so proud and bright can doubt it’s flight (Wow! Wow! Wow!) . the trouts are about to bite Chowder chime the sound of a stalactite Listen up Something ain’t sounding right (Wow!Wow!) I’m wrong on the internet I said it wrong on the internet wrong on the internet and now something ain’t sounding right (STALACTiiiTE!) I’m wrong on the internet (Wow! W-Wow! Wow!) Im wrong on the internet Listen up something ain’t sounding right I guess i said it wrong on the internet I guess I’m the nostalgic type Remember when we shouted (STALACTiiiTE)? yeah it was sounding nice do you ever sit down to write, get proud of lines, spit em six thousand times? now thats an awfully hot style to gawk. big brain from the plato’s cave: i call it StalacTop i get people creeping around the block correcting how i talk cause i stim shady, and clown a lot so listen up to the sound advice:,,, if you know the word- you wanna ‘correct’ then the word already sounds alright no need to take me downtown to vice if you cop my discog (i already marked down the price) you’ll see the feelings i pronounce precise i put em down right, til they going down right it’s downright brown/white how i be giving u the biz cause i’m mixed and I stick it to your ribs like a pound of rice so LISTEN UP…
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HiGHFUNCTiONiNG i love my dreams when they’re wild and new i hate my feet when it’s time to move they make me think that the ground is glue this aint geometry but imma need a thousand proof before i do what im about to do i love my dreams when they stretch and swoon i hate my drinks when there’s extra room dont make me think about what’s left to lose i take a second stay connected to the next and move before the sorrows and the stress consume im hiiigh functioning above the shit And riiight under it i must admit is myyy fuck it script like “fuck this shit the fun’s a blip i’m done let’s dip” i’m getting up hiiigh functioning above the rim and riiight under this i must admit that myyy, fuckitness could dunk me in i hate to win it loves to swim i’m giving up giving up giving up im giving up giving up giving up x3 because i’m feeling triple negative I said cacao to cacao to cacao I set the timing of the sound if its now then it’s now I’m at a 9 from just the flower that bounced in in the couch I’m out when I’m out and then I’m out for some ounces amounts hard to fit grindset in the grinder hard to keep mindset with reminders fucked up my time machine on external drive now i cant even find sets in my Finder garage smells like chocolate life is like a box and i just hotbox in it I run away from my way in a way blow a veil above my day til its gray then its great, “my brain’s gonna crave what it craves it’ll make some mistakes” I say what I say but it ain’t gonna change what it aint: If i was brave i’d let the feelings breathe really grieve dont wanna know the range of the pain so I’m hiiigh functioning above the shit but riiight under it i must admit is myyy fuck it script like fuck this shit the fun’s a blip i’m done let’s dip i’m getting up hiiigh functioning above the rim and riiight under this i must admit that myyy, fuckitness could dunk me in i hate to win it loves to swim i’m giving up giving up giving up im giving up giving up giving up x3 because i’m feeling triple negative but im giving up giving up im giving up giving up giving up giving up im giving up giving up im giving up giving up giving up giving up im giving up giving up im giving up giving up giving up giving up I love my dreams while my eyes are closed I hate the hurry when it’s time to go It makes me worry that my mind is slow This aint theology but imma need to pry the stone Before i synthesize my highs and lows i love my dreams when they soar and swoop i hate to sing and i abhor the booth it makes me think about my purest truth i’ll sit with stress and under pressure of the More To Prove then make a mess of what I’m born to do i love the lies that i tell myself i hate the self when i tell my lies i loved myself when i felt my highs i’m breaking tolerance til i convince myself and i to be the wings i need to help me fly i love my dreams cause they’re wild and new i make my peace cause it’s time to move don’t raise a drink for what i’m bout to do i take a breath and stay connected to a high that’s true my stems are seeded and i’m grinding through i’m high functioning productive shit cause my bucket list is fucking sick of my fuck it script like fuck that script it’s fun to win you love this shit the jig is up high functioning above the mist i line up the mix and punch it in and ride… i said cacao to cacao i said cacao to cacao, i said cacao to cacao, it’s just thiiird myself and i
5.
End Averse; 03:20
End Averse; I tried trying but it hurt so I tried lying in the dirt Vibing with the earth (Low) Went on a drive and missed the swerve, Know I can’t try trying til it works I’m violence averse (Grow) Now all I try to end is verses (versus) Attend to purpose Combine the lines to flip and burn (Flow) Life has been preserved Lies have been unlearned Grind has been returned Skating over shame Crisis in a vert (Go) Late to know I can’t Hide the shit that hurts with Vicodins and Percs Novocaine Silencing my nerves, (No.) I came to know my pain Cried to give it birth (berth) Like- a kid to nurse Hold the baby GOAT, Smile and whisper first: “It’s ok. What you need?” …now I’m the listener. (Glow) Get some space just to breathe So I don’t miss a word And someday I believe- I’ll finally get unearthed So when my thoughts have been a curse, watch me end averse (;) … And when I can’t get over, i try to dig deep but the ground won’t move I guess there’s no way around it I won’t lay down What I gotta go through yeah And when the pain complains I make space for it My brain can’t ignore it and stay sane I need days and days to maintain But they only hit one at a time I’ll hit em one at a time… It’s ok. What you need? (I’ll hit em one at a time) i tried colliding but i rolled so i tried to hide within my dome dying/living slow got up too high to hit the road yo i gotta quit living like a ghost i got a kid at home now when i medicate it’s music i’ll wait to use it until i get through folding clothes dishes in a row swiffering the flo’ litter’s getting thrown working through the guilt mission critical cuz i overstand shit isn’t a joke giving minimal digging into holes spending principal (spinning principle) and when i’m holding back it’s withering my soul my rhythms been opposed to grip the little woes and rip and hit the growth it’s ok that what i wanted was indefensible but i cannot pretend i know and then defend it though cause today i intend to sow the seeds of better works I’ll try trying in the dirt see me end averse And when I can’t get over, i try to dig deep but the ground won’t move I guess there’s no way around it I won’t lay down What I gotta go through yeah And when the pain complains I make space for it My brain can’t ignore it and stay sane I need days and days to maintain But they only hit one at a time I’ll hit em one at a time… It’s ok. What you need? (I’ll hit em one at a time)

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a work in progress about being a work in progress! Initially released 3/3 amd I just updated the first track on 3/16. When you buy this, future updates are yours as well! cheers ~~~ thiiiird

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released March 16, 2023

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sharing the stuff that gets stuck in my head. i hope it makes you feel how it makes me feel.

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