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Rilès I put myself in big trouble

Rilès - MONEY TREES

Rilès - SURVIVAL

Vlo x Bskii- Blu3s (Tracklist)
1. intro [ bskii ]
2. stay the night [ 9TYEIGHT ]
3. SUPER SLIME! [ familiar ix ]
4. JUST DYIN! [ familiar ix ]
5. Bskii - Poppin Tags [ prodbyDMB2fye ]
6. Vlo - BAD NEWS! [ dmntxo ]
7. Ic3b x bskii x Vlo - IM WIT LIL HUNNA! [ Ic3b ]

Intro

Produced / Recorded / Mixed / Mastered by me

LYRICS:

[1st verse]
Tchak tchak, motherfuckers don’t you know
I’m the only, only one who knows
I came in this book of shame
I ain’t talking Fifty Shades
But this rap game where I whip them all
Talking ‘bout that we’re banging our head on walls
But we still ain’t got no coins
No Mario, merrier we bros!
Everytime I spit a rhyme, Rilès convicted for crime
‘Cause I murder all of these niggas
And you say you’re a genius, the chosen of the chosen
Like a thousand other postulants
You say you’re a lyricist, you’re just blowing your penis
Got no bills but I got bars and balls
To kill every fakers, pretending to be seers
They might see that imma scare their soul
And imma sow their scars, already see them sob
Motherfuckers don’t you know I’m on?
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Damn another basic complaint about how these rappers suck
I’m praising myself but self-conscious I run, I run, I run
Where this shit is going? I don’t know but in my mouth a gun
I still murder my pray, Rilès in iron, iron, iron!
 
[Chorus] x2
I don’t know where this shit is going, hun hun
I don’t know that I’m not the only one
 
[2nd Verse]
I ain’t got no money, plus I ain’t got none of your contact
I ain’t got no priviledge, I am not white and neither black
I am just a frech-ass motherfuck- I wan’t some payback
Look at the work I did you see how many people give a fuck
A fuck, a fuck, they don’t give a fuck, they don’t give a fUuUuUuUuck
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Damn another basic complaint about how these rappers suck
I’m praising myself but self-conscious I run
Where this shit is going? I don’t know but in my mouth a gun
I still murder my pray, Rilès in iron, iron, iron!
 
[Chorus] x2
I don’t know where this shit is going, hun hun
I don’t know that I’m not the only one
 
[3rd Verse]
I don’t know where this shit is going, hun
I don’t know that I’m not the only ooooone
I wanna taste the cake, I wanna snatch the game
Freestylin’ with style and your blind and I’m more than insane
We all starving for fame, to end up like Cobain
When I don’t talk to them, I’m making too much gains
My mind’s free, my time not
I ain’t got time for games
I’m hating everybody, why?
I mean, I can explain
I see too many spoon-feed niggas proliferating
This ain’t a fucking competition
If you got no team to wash your ass
I really wonder what you’d be doing
But I’m blaming the industry for being caught in the trend, you know..
You know what I’m saying?
You know what I’m talking ‘bout?
I ain’t got no plays on my songs
I ain’t got no views on my videos
But I still fuck these niggas, fuck that!
 
[Chorus]
[Conclusion within the chorus]
Rilès : “I really don’t know..
But I am the only one”
X : “Whaaaat? Wha.. wh.. what ? Listen.. listen
You think you’re the only one?
You really think you’re the only one man?
Naaaaaah fuck that! You a bitch-nigga!”
Rilès: “I know there’s too many sharks in this game,
But imma be careful, imma sweep everybody else that’s gonna be on my way..
Ouh! And imma kill all these motherfuckers.”

VIDEO

Another Complaint, But (Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #11: 'No lie'
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom 

LYRICS:

Baby don't lie
Talk the talk, never act
Who the fuck you thought I was?
You dared to fool me twice
Baby don't lie
Talk the talk, never act
Who the fuck you thought I was?
You dared to fool me twice

Rilès maafaka in this game right now
And you won't believe what the hell I see right now
Seems like everybody is pretty fake right now
If you're not into a label you don't count right now
Fuck I don't want to believe what I say right now
I might never blow up cuz of what I say right? nah
Most of the shit you hear is pretty wack right now
Yes I'm only 20 they're afraid of me, don't ya?

Fuck your talent
We don't wanna fuck with ya
If you don't have no money to pay a press officer
Yeah you buy articles
That's how it goes
If y'already famous then we'll be all on your toes, and you say..

Baby don't lie
Talk the talk, never act
Who the fuck you thought I was?
You dared to fool me twice
Baby don't lie
Talk the talk, never act
Who the fuck you thought I was?
You dared to fool me twice

Independent who minds about you, if you deserve
Ten times better than any motherfuckin' pseudo 'come-up'
Cuz I feel like many medias tried to fuck my game up
Oh, when I played them "I Do It" a year ago they were pumped
She told me: "Oh my God I love the song, I want that shit first
I can send it to blogs, and this and that, and.." Shut the fuck up
We know you did your trick
We sent the vid
You don't respond
Oh, bsartek la clique
Yeah I studied English, stupid niggas, what you thought?
I gettin' really ready for the shit that you're not
It's been five years in the making and I will never stop
So never mind if I don't please to mister Boukercha
Writing classics or riding dicks, I think my choice is made
I'm fucking pissed and tired of sending all those god damn mails
"Hello my name is Rilès, 20 years old self made man,
I make my beats, record my raps.." And we don't fucking care
So keep on surfing the wave but do not ignore the storm
Don't even stutter to me when I'll get my Grammy's on
When I'll be overplayed and overheard like Bruno's songs
It might take ten motherfucking years I'll prove'em wrong
Shit I'm bitter with the time
Better with the flow
You poppin' up right now you don't know how to make a song
And I'm bitter with the time
Better with the flow
You poppin' up right now, you don't how you made it now, hun?

Baby don't lie
Talk the talk, never act
Who the fuck you thought I was?
You dared to fool me twice
Baby don't lie
Talk the talk, never act
Who the fuck you thought I was?
You dared to fool me twice

iTunes

No Lie (Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #28: 'REMEDY'
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom 

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REMEDY (Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #49: ‘Una Vez Más’
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom (Lyrics below)
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History repeats itself
With the blood and with the hate 
I don’t like to see that face
When you say once again
“Que será, será
(La) Noche pasará
Sin importar que llores o te rías
Que será, será
(La) Noche pasará
Sin importar que te mueras o vivas “
Oh
You lose faith and faith is losing you
Your love faints under hate’s uppercut
You keep on singing the same old song
Once again you’re throwing bits of hope

History repeats itself
With the blood and with the hate 
I don’t like to see that face
When you say once again
“I finessed the proof
And it’s the truth
Your try for peace is just a vain
Attempt to dilute the hate, the rage, the pain, the pill
The people track & try to cheat
Cuz I traveled all around the fear
Defended flaws and feels
Followed the foolish way
Now freedom’s so dumb
I don’t believe in nothing but the bitter taste of yesterday.
Yeah the hopeless song
Is swiping strong
Cuz nothing changed
And nothing won’t 
We think we care
Indeed we don’t
We gon’ forget and swap the same mistake
‘em dollars, add them genres
Races, religions
Perks and burdens
Pride to worsen
Worships, words to dust
And there’s the world I’m watchin "

“Que será, será
(La) Noche pasará
Sin importar que llores o te rías
Que será, será
(La) Noche pasará
Sin importar que te mueras o vivas “
Oh
You lose faith and faith is losing you
Your love faints under hate’s uppercut
You keep on singing the same old song
Once again you’re throwing bits of hope

Tell me, oh tell me
Why’re you not leaving this world?
If it is so fuckin bad
Let me handle you the gun
And
Now you’re looking down
Triggers shutting many mouths
Focused on the bad
When shit goes down you switch your mind up

Your philosophy is oh so fake
Innocent and guilty ‘front my face
Fatalistic, son you fake a self
Tearing feelings down so you’re feeling high
Colorblind like Logan It’s ok
Golden tissue to cry it’s ok
And you talk the most
Just to say the less
Next time keep that grief
to your fucking self

“Que será, será
(La) Noche pasará
Sin importar que llores o te rías
Que será, será
(La) Noche pasará
Sin importar que te mueras o vivas “
Oh
You lose faith and faith is losing you
Your love faints under hate’s uppercut
You keep on singing the same old song
Once again you’re throwing bits of hope

I told you “let us dare”, no matter what
Fugit tempus
This ain’t no fantasy, nah it’s my life
Hallelujahs
You know the hair, the fire, the boy, the style
Djazaïrias
I’d be a millionaire if my account
was in Dinars
And you see, they all shake
When a jigga like me breaks
The industry suddenly st-t-tutter
Back to back to LA
Heading to the VMAs
Imma see those imma m-m-murder
But ain’t no pimpin’
Money savin’
Jigga said I gotta save it and invest it latter
Ain’t no great win
Without great pain
That’s why I’m pushing my body to the limits, further
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Una Vez Más (Prod. Rilès)

RILÈSUNDAYZ #52: ‘⏳’
Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom (Lyrics below)
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Where should I start?
Or where should I go?
To every motherfucker who only saw my past job
Was an monitor for less than a year, 4 days a month
My real job was to sell paintings, building I record

I ain’t a novice, you might see me as new in you lane
Just cuz I had no exposure doesn’t mean I can’t son the game
Shoutout to SEB who started the fire cuz it’s really real
The papers gon’ ignore your existence, less you got a deal

Yeah, yeah I already said it, fuck they didn’t believe my vision
Let me tell you more ‘bout my trip, tho you won’t get every pieces
So.. why you rapping in English? I started when I was 14
I had to hide from my parents that I sang and began writing

Cuz it’s all about the studies, music is buffooneries
They did many sacrifices from Algeria to Paris 
I did try to write in French, my BIC was freezing
Wanted to.. Rap out loud… But didn’t want to share it

So I wrote’ it in a language were they didn’t know
My thoughts, my emotions, joys and troubles undercov’
My early bars were shit, but for my friends I was like Hov’
So I gradually took it seriously, and had bigger goals yet..


..Needed to improve myself
My weakness had to be strength
Made a choice they didn’t fuck with
Went to college for my verses, 
Studied the English language and literature for 3 years
From Shakespeare to Hemingway
But it wasn’t for the B.A

Aside of that I had no dineros
Only my devotion and faith for what I had to show
I spent my whole scholarship on stuff for the studio
Always buying second-hand, the grid of my mic is still broke

But I learned to take the less and made better than the most
4 a.m. for a preamp, in his Saxo baba drove
Me To Paris, it was worth it, as I bought it for 4
Hundred dollars less than what the original really cost

(Didn’t even have enough so negotiating on the low, he told me)

Give me my money, money back I’m on a rush man
My bullets going straight they never swoosh man
I was in Paris for that money ‘bout a preamp
Also for a freestyle, but that’s behind me

Now that I had all in my hands
It was ‘bout engineering
Alone with the internet
Had no teacher for that shit

And then I schooled the game up
Shut the fuck up
What’s a fancy studio
When you can’t rap
Had no song in advance
Nothing was planned
I just spent this whole year
Stuck in my bedroom, shit
Now it’s ‘bout million dollar deals
Still at Mama’s crib
In less than a year,
learned the same as if it equaled 10
With knives under my throat
I discovered more than I wished for
You can’t match the grind
But you can kiss my..
Ok, ok, it’s cool you spoke about your grind and your struggle
It’s crazy you made it that far, but you forgot ‘bout a puzzle
In every song you’re teasing, talking shit we cannot understand
Was It really deeper than that or bullshit you spoke & pretend, hun?
--
It’s not time yet

Yes, I’m late
And it’s because of this ending
I rewrote it 30 times to finally burn them sheets
Everything was ready, except for my spirit
And as it’s stronger than myself
I ain’t got the guts for it
Last Sunday, it was done
But I messed my week
I was thinking way too much for 5 days I lost sleep
Should I say everything or should I keep hiding?
For my own sanity I surrendered to silence
In some way, I spoke to somebody and learned something
In some way, I was supposed to leave but didn’t finish
In some way I was afraid y’all think it’s just madness
In some way, it started when I saw my own being
In some way, I’m hiding elements since 2014
In some way, I’m still preparing for the Grand Final
Now let me give y’all half a clue about the whole puzzle..

Rilès - BROTHERS

Song : Produced/Written/Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by me in my bedroom (Lyrics below)
Sample: Tarik 'Rvssian' Johnston, Beach front riddim
_______________________________

I would like to give you all my time
I would like to tell you how much I love you
Since I can’t do none as I’m a liar
Let me spend the rest of my days all alone
Yeah you like to dance, all over my sins
And I make love to you like imma hurt you more
Yeah you like to pray, for all of my sins
When they made me aware of what I’m just for sure, yea

I’m so lost
Lost
Lost
Lost

I try to step back from the 3ein all on me
I got one foot in the grave, my fist in her punani
Living like it didn’t happen ‘till it fires back at me
I know I’ll probably end up in Cubana sleeping by the beach
But all I wanted was some peaches, marijuana and a casa para mom
All I wanted was the simple truth, no lie
All it did just hurt me more
Now I ain’t got time for your pussy
Time for them hoes
Time for the simple things I turned down before
No time for your pussy, 
Time only knows
Time never runs
But homie time never stops to dance
All over my sins
And I make love to you like imma hurt you more
Yeah you like to pray, for all of my sins
When they made me aware of what I’m just for sure, yea

I’m so lost
So Lost
So Lost
So Lost
So Lost
So Lost

You can sleep on the problem
You can search on my way
It’s buried in the mind, don’t try to read my face
You do not understand, it’s better anyway
Writing for the cure, need stacks and a ceiling
And since you want me to stay,
And now want me to play with your feelings
Doomed to be ‘lone again
As long as I got my TLM

I would like to give you all my time
I would like to tell you how much I love you
Since I can’t do none as I’m a liar
Let me spend the rest of my days all alone

Baila

!LOST! (Prod. Rilès + Rvssian)

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!LOST! (Prod. Rilès + Rvssian)

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