I be tired as fuck I done crashed the potluck I done dreamed of my wife but never met her, on Zuck Life be an island we jus pretend n stay smilin but deep down when shit get real silent shi feel like a plane wit no pilot I did it i got it I made it im gone she slid in my DMs n tried to get me alone but my roster be full and I be switching timezones more to life than this I aint got time for a hoe King dahfu is you listenin im out here wit the lions im out here wit the scions n every day I read your words as guidance Issa cold world but ima make it to the top no matter what the time is
@@v1111rus Opium bird I bogey dat girl dats one over par I betta practice a modicum bruh Opium bird Nickelodeon world sheont believe in a star n thats flashing lights on the podium Kurd Opium bird he done flapped up and gone, Brady got roasted as per terms of agreement yes sir Opium bird whole lotta red jus like Ron he jump out da house wit da punk monk he gon learn
Pull up wit keke the monkey n shit Pull up wit da blonde bih that own her ya dig Dats my type I love all dem athletic chicks We gon get it freaky to dat Brady roast on Netflix
since you give the most alien vibe i shall share with you one of the most important and at same time befudling moment of my life after 41 one years after being born i found me happiness, goal something to live and die for today... while watching a review on one of my favorite artist about an hollywood adaptation of ghost in shelli became extremely bodered not by the fact that was praising it but by not completely and utterly erasing it from existence to the point that i couldnt stop commenting it was as if as became as i became personally offended by the lack of depth and calousness in witch the story was reviewed as if it was an injustice for such work to seen and be misrepresented, misintepreted at worst cases completely going off the point the artist will make while being popular and accepted is that the price of making ones work known if one wants to live of ones work one must be able to be blind, deaf, mute ... to whoever keeps our way of life and provides enviorment to create more... back to what i felt when i was ranting i suddenly felt(or a strong illusion was created) when i began to try and imagine what would a person that created such work must feel like upon looking back at its own creation and most important at moment of that creation being completely conceived completely disregarding any outside implications(money,recognition,rewards) WHAT AN INCREDIBLE FEELING MUST BE IS THAT WHAT IS HAPPINESS AND BLISS(did i find my reason to strive to compete to be ambitious to look foward to live on to die by.... after soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long and dont came to me with that bs that 41 is still to young lol heh i not even work and i cant remember last time i did i live at mercy of state social beneficts they provide me food room on me own pocket money with witch i keep my dozed out state of just getting high on haxixe while drinking wine while not being a completely drunk nor a drug addictive in most common sense avoid as much i can interact with world around me im no fool to see any way of improvement nor ever believed that money or women would bring true fullfilement to ones individual self well at least i never before felt envious well at least that i would see as a person state of bliss being able to create something so remarkable forget about drugs alchool and mostly money for even when i had spare i never knew what to do with it mostly because too many reasonable an completely possibilities always took over my mind ...often lead me to pick the least of the worst once at work if became too comfortable it often lead me start thinking what hell am doing here for it would end me being coerced by the enviorment to be integrated with my fellow collegues that that their works as their life sustaining so very seriously witch never had been for me even when i put effert in blending in it would be fruiteless for cracks would start opening and the more i tried the more i something in me always rebeled to the point of ending up in most illogical way like me simple out of nowhere not showing up but if we add the .... i gona stop in here all in all im failure but lucky as hell for life provides me comfort enough to get by so far so to not spoil my lucky break with will inevitably lead me to becoming homeless and ...assimilate with dog, rat , roach inside me until death brings me solace let us consider what it means to me right now ........i got no weapons or instruments to excercise the art of creating neither the necessery skill knowledge or experience..... if happiness and bliss was so easily accecible would it be worth or even be possible ... but COMN why a piece a shit like me cant find happiness in more approachable and realist maner its a pipe dream my happiness i may as well to a whore with the pocket money or keep what im doing going me way through poverty as if if its nothing for as long my mind is elsewhere so far life as been extremely kind lately i even started thinking about away to evade the futures responsibilities by planing a suicide...lol thats me reason for wanting to die lol to avoid future pain i wonder what a true suicidal would feel like knowing the existence of people like me that take life so lightly and still get by while many struggle soo much to have half the comfort i have doing barely nothing i guess life is cruel in unusual ways i never felt that i as unlucky nor that undermined me was wealth even tho that illusion showed up and always comes up but i grew old enough to recognize with or without money im a piece a shit without no objective no drive or ambition.....i dont know what to think of getting to know what my goal is and what i can strive for to feeel ALIVE as individual to reach fullfilement to say it was worth living what i acomplished make me proud for ever existing y existence is redeemed by my work to express my entire vew of them world along with my dream and with them blending into something that grows beyond my intentions to make me lookmfoward to its growth and development to pay attention and care to overcome seemingly impossible obstacles and with every single one feel as if one climbed a mountain and finally get to see all was created while being amazed and immensely curious to the possiblities on how can further go how painful it should also be felt once the work is completely and reaches it maturity....forthen to be gawked, tainted by what is called the true artist profession(forgive me my bad english and thank you for existing for thank to your existence i felt comfortable to rant so much)
My nigga go listen to the Huberman podcast episode on sunlight Get 10m sunlight every morning Reach a 2 plate bench-get to the gym and start eating right After 6 months of doing TS you finna feel a lot fucking better and look better and be in a much better place to think about looking for a job and working. Trust. On opium
here am i again getting stoned because(haxixe is a solid and the effects are stone like for ones high i solely inside the brain for i get lost in my own thoughts uncontrolaby a numbng effect towards the outside one often starts disregarding everything else as long as modicum amount of comfort is possible) and a cup of red wine warmed up in microwave(so as to make me rant and warm me up at same time due to the window being open most of time because of smoking...anyway the day is at its peak right now for me so the act of writing even if its aimlessly its in itself a good thing for im incredibly lazy if its to do something (there must be a real need enough to put at stake whatever life im hanging on to it and at same time i must be left with no other choice or like chores and obligations towards myself and to the society that sustains me and in that case i got do it in quickest and less effort as possible for what i value at moment is always fictional and beyond me reach THIS IS ME yesterday i went on about finally getting a sense of direction ..a goal worth striving for with all me strenght and to live and die by....thats certainly true even now after looking back NO i no longer need to look back it seems now it became part of me a sweet and sour taste like feeling and it affects my heart as if... it gained a wishful thinking of beating up to tune...but that tune is just a vague and ambiguos idea that end up crossing my mind and everytime i try to recall my heart reacts(i called yesterday happiness and bliss) but that was the only words it came to my mind to describet... now looking backhow wish if was something as simple as just getting married, having the intrinsic ability as an adult to strive for ever more responsibility and power, influence getting to such a high because for me that is the ultimate high something that is only mine and mine only no other will allow to compare to it nor will i take others as comparison... but what does that leave me now i got no will to strive my will of power is exausted walking up and down doing the chores of life in or to be left in peace as long as i isolate myself(OK not completely due to the internet but here i can filter bs or ignore) while spending my time read novels like unfortunately not because theres only one but i shall talk about what most importante n my life or more like what i look foward when i think of tomorrow why i disregard poverty and barey care about what i eat and dress(that dosent make a pig not a clown) it only means that as long as my body agrees with food its fine and lucky for me that the less i do the less by body hungers as for clothing i avoid buying since living of charity as long as they are clean and look in good condition while not making me look like a clown its fine im grateful(maybe not so much since i dont contribute nor have any intention of doing so)...my point being in all of this is that for a lazy insuferable useless ...... being like me that lost touch with world aroundm that survives on the edges of society like parasite going to sleep every night wishing to just fade away to existence to discover such a ephemerous and impossible task at such at stage of hes life whos only accumulation is a progressing rotting mind and body whats will and tenacity and what more words use use but they to me look awesome just like my wonderings through my thoughts vague grandeous baseless... but it keeps me alive for good or for bad thers one thing im grateful for at this moment for being born and remaining alive is the possibility i read, watch, ruminate on magnificient works like MECH TOUCH no im no advocating or suggesting but at same time i cant avoid speaking about since it came to mean so much to me (dont get me wrong i aint a freak that believes and comnpletely lives in world of their most favorite work in not ven know exacly the name of the artist nor influenced in any way like buys marchendise i just like the story very much to look foward to it every day and when it dosent come i even look foward more for the added chapters when comes next and as for why its so important because its the one thing that makes me thing twice about securing any type of future or looking foward to it im realist enoug to know my eventul downfall is a matter of when theres no choice so why shouldnt i enjoy whatever comfort and peace and do the most i can with this little break before i get thrown in strees and devolve into a dog to secure a livelihood or worst into a rat and forget morals or go all the way and turn in to a vermin who already forgot what is a human).. u get my point, so now i got no idea with this new found sensation that still hover my heart as (maybe its because im high) but even so im pessimist so this light hearted kind of vague awereness i earned kind of like until yestedday i was lost i anyone asks who am i i would retort im me if was asked whats my purpse in existence i would have nothing to say or lets call it an intrinsinc objetive one has when one ask one self what do i want to be what im aiming what as i grow.... i thought childish of me being lost in myriad choices as if everytime is asked myself the same question myself would retort why are you asking me look around you be whatevr you wanna be(what a worthless answer WOW how helpeful is myself WHY wasnt i born with a more ojective self seems all the same to it.....) there goes the so called talent or gifted born to be raised to became destine to achieve.... so Ive lately been trying to come to terms with my own mediocity worthlessness but somehow my deluded cloud like ego dosent care as long as theres a tomorrow...i wonder until when...i guess even after finding what i could call my ultimate goal something i latch on too to assumed an identity not just as freeloader not as just one blending in in order to not be bothered by others many that took that as their only way through life for they neither give themselfs the choice nor their circumstances and enviorment never aloow them any choices whatsoever... but i still dont know how to face the toworrow with this new ridiculous aim i got no will strenght and motivation to even take the first step...for get about the rest (my favorite artists would look at me now like a baby trying to run win sprint contest) LOL.... but i dont mind facing my ta say the least undignified downfall even with the knowledge that if i was born knowing what i no today how great would it be(WAIT.... aint that what old people commonly say just before dying).. i guess i found a sense of true self something that could give me an identity I could have strived and became something not because of external factors but as personal ambitio....
@@marealnamenottTs sad asl he a 40 sum neet addict n sounds like he got adhd or major willpower n dopamine issues. And it’s sad asl because for every 1000 like him probably only 1 or 2 ever turn it around man. So much wasted potential
I'm heard the term ambient rap being thrown around shed-theory have been using beats like this for a few yrs. Kinda coincides with like atmospheric jungle trends, liquid dnb, certain types of phonk and other pad-heavy forms of music being zietgeist rn. Ik vapourtrap in the early 2010s, deconstructed club, cloudrap & future-garage were obsessed with similar soundscapes too back in the day. There's the diving board lol, hope some of these idea helps to explore this sound. Personally when I hear this stuff I think of like dub-techno/second-wave Detroit techno as well, which has roots in dub soundsystem culture if you want to go deeper down the rabbit hole of delay and reverb effects.
Stopped for the opium bird....stayed for the flight
I cant believe this legend posted a mix almost 4 years early!
9:40 best part
what a huge descripton...everything is alien to me
Weird trend/meme but caught my eye
2nd beat is awesome fr
third too wtf
I be tired as fuck I done crashed the potluck I done dreamed of my wife but never met her, on Zuck
Life be an island we jus pretend n stay smilin but deep down when shit get real silent shi feel like a plane wit no pilot
I did it i got it I made it im gone she slid in my DMs n tried to get me alone but my roster be full and I be switching timezones more to life than this I aint got time for a hoe
King dahfu is you listenin im out here wit the lions im out here wit the scions n every day I read your words as guidance Issa cold world but ima make it to the top no matter what the time is
@@archsys307 wtf?
@@v1111rus Opium bird I bogey dat girl dats one over par I betta practice a modicum bruh
Opium bird Nickelodeon world sheont believe in a star n thats flashing lights on the podium Kurd
Opium bird he done flapped up and gone, Brady got roasted as per terms of agreement yes sir
Opium bird whole lotta red jus like Ron he jump out da house wit da punk monk he gon learn
Pull up wit keke the monkey n shit
Pull up wit da blonde bih that own her ya dig
Dats my type I love all dem athletic chicks
We gon get it freaky to dat Brady roast on Netflix
these makes me want to read the opium bird 10th book of revelation
I fuck with it.
lol nice!
since you give the most alien vibe i shall share with you one of the most important and at same time befudling moment of my life after 41 one years after being born i found me happiness, goal something to live and die for today... while watching a review on one of my favorite artist about an hollywood adaptation of ghost in shelli became extremely bodered not by the fact that was praising it but by not completely and utterly erasing it from existence to the point that i couldnt stop commenting it was as if as became as i became personally offended by the lack of depth and calousness in witch the story was reviewed as if it was an injustice for such work to seen and be misrepresented, misintepreted at worst cases completely going off the point the artist will make while being popular and accepted is that the price of making ones work known if one wants to live of ones work one must be able to be blind, deaf, mute ... to whoever keeps our way of life and provides enviorment to create more... back to what i felt when i was ranting i suddenly felt(or a strong illusion was created) when i began to try and imagine what would a person that created such work must feel like upon looking back at its own creation and most important at moment of that creation being completely conceived completely disregarding any outside implications(money,recognition,rewards) WHAT AN INCREDIBLE FEELING MUST BE IS THAT WHAT IS HAPPINESS AND BLISS(did i find my reason to strive to compete to be ambitious to look foward to live on to die by.... after soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long and dont came to me with that bs that 41 is still to young lol heh i not even work and i cant remember last time i did i live at mercy of state social beneficts they provide me food room on me own pocket money with witch i keep my dozed out state of just getting high on haxixe while drinking wine while not being a completely drunk nor a drug addictive in most common sense avoid as much i can interact with world around me im no fool to see any way of improvement nor ever believed that money or women would bring true fullfilement to ones individual self well at least i never before felt envious well at least that i would see as a person state of bliss being able to create something so remarkable forget about drugs alchool and mostly money for even when i had spare i never knew what to do with it mostly because too many reasonable an completely possibilities always took over my mind ...often lead me to pick the least of the worst once at work if became too comfortable it often lead me start thinking what hell am doing here for it would end me being coerced by the enviorment to be integrated with my fellow collegues that that their works as their life sustaining so very seriously witch never had been for me even when i put effert in blending in it would be fruiteless for cracks would start opening and the more i tried the more i something in me always rebeled to the point of ending up in most illogical way like me simple out of nowhere not showing up but if we add the .... i gona stop in here all in all im failure but lucky as hell for life provides me comfort enough to get by so far so to not spoil my lucky break with will inevitably lead me to becoming homeless and ...assimilate with dog, rat , roach inside me until death brings me solace let us consider what it means to me right now ........i got no weapons or instruments to excercise the art of creating neither the necessery skill knowledge or experience..... if happiness and bliss was so easily accecible would it be worth or even be possible ... but COMN why a piece a shit like me cant find happiness in more approachable and realist maner its a pipe dream my happiness i may as well to a whore with the pocket money or keep what im doing going me way through poverty as if if its nothing for as long my mind is elsewhere so far life as been extremely kind lately i even started thinking about away to evade the futures responsibilities by planing a suicide...lol thats me reason for wanting to die lol to avoid future pain i wonder what a true suicidal would feel like knowing the existence of people like me that take life so lightly and still get by while many struggle soo much to have half the comfort i have doing barely nothing i guess life is cruel in unusual ways i never felt that i as unlucky nor that undermined me was wealth even tho that illusion showed up and always comes up but i grew old enough to recognize with or without money im a piece a shit without no objective no drive or ambition.....i dont know what to think of getting to know what my goal is and what i can strive for to feeel ALIVE as individual to reach fullfilement to say it was worth living what i acomplished make me proud for ever existing y existence is redeemed by my work to express my entire vew of them world along with my dream and with them blending into something that grows beyond my intentions to make me lookmfoward to its growth and development to pay attention and care to overcome seemingly impossible obstacles and with every single one feel as if one climbed a mountain and finally get to see all was created while being amazed and immensely curious to the possiblities on how can further go how painful it should also be felt once the work is completely and reaches it maturity....forthen to be gawked, tainted by what is called the true artist profession(forgive me my bad english and thank you for existing for thank to your existence i felt comfortable to rant so much)
My nigga go listen to the Huberman podcast episode on sunlight
Get 10m sunlight every morning
Reach a 2 plate bench-get to the gym and start eating right
After 6 months of doing TS you finna feel a lot fucking better and look better and be in a much better place to think about looking for a job and working. Trust. On opium
goated
Man what nice
despicable me ahh beats
5027
Shaggy bird.
here am i again getting stoned because(haxixe is a solid and the effects are stone like for ones high i solely inside the brain for i get lost in my own thoughts uncontrolaby a numbng effect towards the outside one often starts disregarding everything else as long as modicum amount of comfort is possible) and a cup of red wine warmed up in microwave(so as to make me rant and warm me up at same time due to the window being open most of time because of smoking...anyway the day is at its peak right now for me so the act of writing even if its aimlessly its in itself a good thing for im incredibly lazy if its to do something (there must be a real need enough to put at stake whatever life im hanging on to it and at same time i must be left with no other choice or like chores and obligations towards myself and to the society that sustains me and in that case i got do it in quickest and less effort as possible for what i value at moment is always fictional and beyond me reach THIS IS ME yesterday i went on about finally getting a sense of direction ..a goal worth striving for with all me strenght and to live and die by....thats certainly true even now after looking back NO i no longer need to look back it seems now it became part of me a sweet and sour taste like feeling and it affects my heart as if... it gained a wishful thinking of beating up to tune...but that tune is just a vague and ambiguos idea that end up crossing my mind and everytime i try to recall my heart reacts(i called yesterday happiness and bliss) but that was the only words it came to my mind to describet... now looking backhow wish if was something as simple as just getting married, having the intrinsic ability as an adult to strive for ever more responsibility and power, influence getting to such a high because for me that is the ultimate high something that is only mine and mine only no other will allow to compare to it nor will i take others as comparison... but what does that leave me now i got no will to strive my will of power is exausted walking up and down doing the chores of life in or to be left in peace as long as i isolate myself(OK not completely due to the internet but here i can filter bs or ignore) while spending my time read novels like unfortunately not because theres only one but i shall talk about what most importante n my life or more like what i look foward when i think of tomorrow why i disregard poverty and barey care about what i eat and dress(that dosent make a pig not a clown) it only means that as long as my body agrees with food its fine and lucky for me that the less i do the less by body hungers as for clothing i avoid buying since living of charity as long as they are clean and look in good condition while not making me look like a clown its fine im grateful(maybe not so much since i dont contribute nor have any intention of doing so)...my point being in all of this is that for a lazy insuferable useless ...... being like me that lost touch with world aroundm that survives on the edges of society like parasite going to sleep every night wishing to just fade away to existence to discover such a ephemerous and impossible task at such at stage of hes life whos only accumulation is a progressing rotting mind and body whats will and tenacity and what more words use use but they to me look awesome just like my wonderings through my thoughts vague grandeous baseless... but it keeps me alive for good or for bad thers one thing im grateful for at this moment for being born and remaining alive is the possibility i read, watch, ruminate on magnificient works like MECH TOUCH no im no advocating or suggesting but at same time i cant avoid speaking about since it came to mean so much to me (dont get me wrong i aint a freak that believes and comnpletely lives in world of their most favorite work in not ven know exacly the name of the artist nor influenced in any way like buys marchendise i just like the story very much to look foward to it every day and when it dosent come i even look foward more for the added chapters when comes next and as for why its so important because its the one thing that makes me thing twice about securing any type of future or looking foward to it im realist enoug to know my eventul downfall is a matter of when theres no choice so why shouldnt i enjoy whatever comfort and peace and do the most i can with this little break before i get thrown in strees and devolve into a dog to secure a livelihood or worst into a rat and forget morals or go all the way and turn in to a vermin who already forgot what is a human).. u get my point, so now i got no idea with this new found sensation that still hover my heart as (maybe its because im high) but even so im pessimist so this light hearted kind of vague awereness i earned kind of like until yestedday i was lost i anyone asks who am i i would retort im me if was asked whats my purpse in existence i would have nothing to say or lets call it an intrinsinc objetive one has when one ask one self what do i want to be what im aiming what as i grow.... i thought childish of me being lost in myriad choices as if everytime is asked myself the same question myself would retort why are you asking me look around you be whatevr you wanna be(what a worthless answer WOW how helpeful is myself WHY wasnt i born with a more ojective self seems all the same to it.....) there goes the so called talent or gifted born to be raised to became destine to achieve.... so Ive lately been trying to come to terms with my own mediocity worthlessness but somehow my deluded cloud like ego dosent care as long as theres a tomorrow...i wonder until when...i guess even after finding what i could call my ultimate goal something i latch on too to assumed an identity not just as freeloader not as just one blending in in order to not be bothered by others many that took that as their only way through life for they neither give themselfs the choice nor their circumstances and enviorment never aloow them any choices whatsoever... but i still dont know how to face the toworrow with this new ridiculous aim i got no will strenght and motivation to even take the first step...for get about the rest (my favorite artists would look at me now like a baby trying to run win sprint contest) LOL.... but i dont mind facing my ta say the least undignified downfall even with the knowledge that if i was born knowing what i no today how great would it be(WAIT.... aint that what old people commonly say just before dying).. i guess i found a sense of true self something that could give me an identity I could have strived and became something not because of external factors but as personal ambitio....
mix got the homie ruminating
@@marealnamenottTs sad asl he a 40 sum neet addict n sounds like he got adhd or major willpower n dopamine issues. And it’s sad asl because for every 1000 like him probably only 1 or 2 ever turn it around man. So much wasted potential
Give me more please oh pleasers please 🙏 ❤❤❤
Is this even Opium?
Edit: it’s opium
what is this?
music style, based on bird meme
opium bird 2027
I need more
I'm heard the term ambient rap being thrown around shed-theory have been using beats like this for a few yrs. Kinda coincides with like atmospheric jungle trends, liquid dnb, certain types of phonk and other pad-heavy forms of music being zietgeist rn. Ik vapourtrap in the early 2010s, deconstructed club, cloudrap & future-garage were obsessed with similar soundscapes too back in the day. There's the diving board lol, hope some of these idea helps to explore this sound. Personally when I hear this stuff I think of like dub-techno/second-wave Detroit techno as well, which has roots in dub soundsystem culture if you want to go deeper down the rabbit hole of delay and reverb effects.