Lyrics:

Yeah, baby o

Maharani Dami Dami we honestly gotta be Siamese
Got her rolling raws, no stones on my Decatur baby so icy
Skin onyx, dime piece always making shit spicy
Smoking buddha tryna find peace, sipping Red Stripe till my eyes bleed
Then I wake up, dry heave, Jersey shit up in my I.V
Fugee-la-la-la with some muddy waters in the styrene
Catch me dancing like Mike, need JJ Fish and Chicken with the fries please
She told me she like like like me, told her put the ove where the ike be
She said it's highly likely but this sappy shit is so unlike me
You're designed to the T like a goddess, and honestly I gotta keep
Baby I'm handsome got bands and I'm talented I'm on the rise like the east
The land of the peaches, I'm reaching for yours it's deadass all I really need

Bawoni, monife, Maharani Dami I'll be there
How you real I got no idea, you're my heroin it's obvious
And you heard I'm not tryna be demeaning cus I really ain't fuckin with no needles
Unless it's some ink or something cus this love is a drug and that's not on some funny Shit

It's 201 Jun, 201 Jun, can't fuck with my Maharani
Yeah, can't fuck with my Maharani

I hope it's never adios, we can stack bread all c-notes
We can break bread with our people celebrate beast mode, that's all we know
The coffee we drink Ethiopian they had the OG shit, we gotta give it up for em
Last shit I spat was too emo and she wasn't feelin it, I had to switch it up on her
Maharani Dami Dami honest to god your story inspires me
Got me abusing the mic you can find me using music as my diary
Feel like you're designed to go miles B, bet your smiling like obviously
She said business is business, so confident with it and stupid intelligent, finish my Sentence
My lips chapped like, damn, I love when you lookin back at it, yeah
Your motion is really that magic and you the bomb so you're never gassed
I'm stackin' up salad, my talent mathematics, cash I been adding subtracting bad habits And
She told me I tower the average and she here to stay she not really backpackin' so I'm Like

Bawoni, monife, Maharani Dami I'll be there
How you real I got no idea, you're my heroin it's obvious
And you heard I'm not tryna be demeaning cus I really ain't fuckin' with no needles
Unless it's some ink or something cus this love is a drug and that's not on some funny Shit
Bawoni, monife, Maharani Dami I'll be there
How you real I got no idea, you're my heroin it's obvious
And you heard I'm not tryna be demeaning cus I really ain't fuckin' with no needles
Unless it's some ink or something cus this love is a drug and that's not on some funny Shit

Maharani Dami

SOUP (feat. Lij-Aman, Son Boro, rosegoldltd) [Jersey Club Mix]

2 Indians and 1 Ethiopian in their debut collab

Yo JUN can you pass summa that rum bro? Preciate you. Yes please!
I just need some rum, a sip of sum n some rubbin alcohol
Chill you out like CBD, put it in like DVD (Magic, tragic)
Out like CBD, put it in like DVD (Magic, tragic)
Out like CBD, put it in like DVD

Tony Soprano, I'm boutta end on a high note like
Tony Soprano, I'm boutta end on a high note
You know the motto, sip Modelo by the bottle
Yeah you know the motto, sip Modelo by the bottle

In like DVD, put it in like DVD
In like DVD, then we chill like CBD
She keep seeing me, she keep seeing me
DNA fresh jeans like a genius
She in stitches like a seamstress
Cus my needle got a mean thread
Shit I got flavor but they ain't know
Shit I got flavor but they ain't know
Shit imma teach them what they ain't know
Won't scuff but I make em buck
I'm covered in blood from the papercuts
It come easy to me so it ain't much
But I work till I'm flowing like K Lamar
Really ain't here for the fame son
Ignore all the faking I'm making art

She knew my name like ABC
Flew in delta to DC
Put it in like DVD
I piped her down like CBD
Like my comments on IG
She threw it back like TBT
Walk of shame no DMV
She ate my meat no EBT
Up on me like TSA
Let me in cus it's OK
Baby girl don't say a thing fuck all that talk n PSA
She might let me hit it one more time
Gotchu walkin tippy toes I make her go like
Mmmm, baby just take it slow

Yeah she fell asleep like it's CBD
She put my shit in like a DVD
Chucky cheesin' from cheek to cheek
Couldn't believe all the scenery
Feelin this freaky don't seem to obscene to me though
Browsing through all of my downloads
Some radikal heat for the down low
Chill you out like CBD put it in like DVD

Tony Soprano, I'm boutta end on a high note like
Tony Soprano, I'm boutta end on a high note
You know the motto, sip Modelo by the bottle
Yeah you know the motto, sip Modelo by the bottle

Won't you stay?
Baby once you're in no turning back round
It's a dead end in my eyes
Ain't no way back out now

DVD (feat. radikalhindu, Lij-Aman)

Lyrics:
By 14 could roll like origami
I was up in Chung King wallen
Hong Kong coppin shoe polish
Bombay hash inhaling toxic fumes
Till I moved onto new pollen
Sealed imported tea bags on the island
From my dude Chanarob who brews up oolong
While he burns that zoot
I'm in Honolulu slurping on udon
Mind screwed up new shoes on
Too cold with my new jawn
Shit bite red nose like Rudolph
But I stay present boutta improve by the minute
Then bring all my goons up with me
Chilltown shit I'm a fiend for the hips
Can't fight all of this I'm too boss with it
I suit up with it I do go get it
My boo delish I'm on the silk road
This the shit I'm built for
Ay this the shit I'm built for
Crucifix on my neck still sinning
Drippin like baptism
My uncle bringing the bales to the family functions
New perfume there's too much in it way too much in em
We keep it grinding, it's like a season, it keep repeating
I got the vision, but they don't get it, my taste is vivid
And all that salt, do not offend him cus they just dinner
If it wasn't for you I'd do what I do what I do what I do what I do

Dumbfounded wondering how Jun got it
Fuck my bad habits son I'm really gon rock it
I'm on my way I go runnin round runnin round runnin round on my own
Had to let them all know I got a route I'll be outside shit tell em I'm home

CHUNG KING (feat. radikalhindu)

9-year-old nostalgic beat sampling Runescape

Prod: 201JUN
Master: Oscar Quintanilla

RUNESCAPE (201JUN Remix)

Poppin' Fresh (Pillsbury Doughboy)

Artwork by Kate Holiber

Mixed by Jun

LYRICS:

[JUN]
i was coppin shake in the 10th grade
tryna get paid..
on that grade A shit, like im asian
feelin weightless, when im blazin
tryna make a name for myself
maybe obtain some bathin ape with my wealth
sippin promethazine for my health
while stackin my accolades on the shelf
a gritty kid, gettin lit
sippin shit, tryna live a bit
been fixed on adrenaline
bet em snakes stay venemous
like NK, stay sendin shit
end game, stay relevant
jun poppin, better tell a friend
so he can prophet like chris wallace
and you still talkin... what do you mean?
spice in your blunt while im smokin OG  
spray woke shit, stay floatin from the
hudson river to the south china sea
too high to make it out the door, bitch
cut the bull im a matador and you
makin fun, while im makin funds
no hit an run, son im boutta blow, shit i dont know..

[Iskandar]
you kno this shit'll never end
cycle thru my thoughts got them hangin on a thread
boutta roll up with pillsbury dough we makin bread
boy, you wanna kno whos comin for your head? (son we steady poppin fresh)

repeat x2

[squareboi]
if i ever talk then i say im the greatest
im makin sure you make payment
im makin moves i see you hatin
all i wanna see is green faces, racist
got money in different locations
she comin with gas and im facin
she treatin me like i am famous
im blessed and i aint even sneeze
catch me on a magazine
can hop up in my limosine
i swear they always say i scheme
i swear im livin out my dream
i love the macaroni
i know they sleepin on me

[JUN]
they sleepin on us
and i need a moment to breathe
i keep zonin, weed smokin, be focused
going in till i see the morning
you mad right? damn right!
its all planned son
subtract from the fact that my bank steady addin
imagine we still livin lavish like we in a palace

Poppin' Fresh (Single) louder

Poppin' Fresh (feat. Lost Idles, squareboi) [prod. Xander Hasan]

LYRICS:

[JUN]
Took my first breath, with a fresh grin,
Colgate clock started tickin when i stepped in
Chilltown Jun nothin  less than the best damn 
Kid on the list of Hong Kongs next M
C’s started blowin trees as a freshman
Cut class struttin past teachers and my breath been
Reekin so im livin sly, kid I keep an open eye
When tokin potent but now I’m into investin
Crypto dips got me thinkin that the shit dont grow,
So I’m chokin on the strong like its gitmo 
Out in cali know my cousins stay bout it and the
San Fran sticky got my wit low, pissed goin back to that shithole
Midwest winters with the wind, snow, this cold, make me wanna get sober, 
When it bubbles up, rinse it out like listerine, kno i mint to say my spit so clean

[JUN]
Yeah when im home
Actin crazy on the scene, tryna fill my soul
if you see me on the street dont hit my phone
Cus i stay down for my kin alone

[Deb Fan]
Feelin like a god, when im home
Actin lil crazy, tryna fill my soul
Oh, don’t hit my phone
Oh don’t, no no

[JUN]
i used to lose it with the booze and chronic usin
now im makin moves chasin mulah payin dues, shit
Every blue moon im reminiscing on my youth, boolin on the stoop 
boom box pumpin out the tunes wit the crew,
old school in my ways 
tho im fuckin with that new wave shits too crazy
But its oversaturated with fugazey
When i hit the scene theyll be like touche, who say that 
jun aint got it, brown boy, NJ, reppin 
hudson county son i always stay clownin round, but
Im done with all that reckless adolesence im 
Directin my attention on the present, Matty said i Got
class not court,  international playa stamps on the passport, makin anthems
Im on another plane, on a different elevation, haters lookin like ants soundin like bad sports

Listerine (feat. Deb Fan)

Rapper x Drummer x  Producer

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