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Great War (Episode 1)

Music Video: https://youtu.be/MpDWOkZq5jg
Prod. 8strings

Lyrics:

I volunteered for the tension
I’m already sick, get the pension
I need to retire from this life shit
My body’s a temple, need to repent
Taking all these signs, I been in-debt
Never pay it back, but I’m all set

How much more do I need this
High in sycamore, I’m Zacchaeus
Call me out the trees, need forgiveness
Get up, pass out, I’m anemic

Hang myself, will we be even?
Born just to fail, do I believe him?
How the hell, do I succeed then?
Where’s my soul do you need it?

Did we mess it up? evicted eden
Draw some blood, am I clean again?
Constantly ashamed, am I at fault?
Can you show me grace? Aren’t we all salt

I don’t want to be the one want to be the one
Left alone with no-one in his home, no-one in his home
Paradise, with all the ones to spite, all the ones despise
Lost sight, I’m only human, is this cruel then

Tension [prod. 8strings]

[Dedicated to those fighting against themselves so much days blur together] 
lyrics:
Ain’t no crabbin, shackles off I am not a slave
Fuck the maskin, take it off I gotta pretty face
What if I don’t see her again and I die today?
Can be as pretty as I want there is no saving face
There is no beauty in this life you keep tempting fate
I’ll admit I’ve done a couple things to farm some praise
Then I wake up in the morning like “I’m still the same”
I feel like she’d talk some more if she knew what to say
And then I’ll talk to lumin, “you know she don’t need you bray”
Am I gon listen to her or the voices in my head?
Happy as fuck but I’m scared I might relapse again
I think I need to get some meds and not text my friends
I think I need to just accept, I’m better off dead

Don’t miss the mark
Smile at the camera
Nigga don’t start
It’s so nice to have ya

The smoke and mirror controversy, you know it’s not real
But anything to argue so you’ll get inside your feels
You know it isn’t tangible can’t even say why
I wonder why you wear a mask and judge those who disguise
I commend those who are targeted and still refuse to hide
But I won’t say it formally I listen to my pride
They agree, I say fuck em I don’t want em on my side
Walking forward, looking back and I’m missing all the signs
Are you stupid? You’re aware you can’t get better overnight
And if you feel a way you could just says what’s on your mind
You know you ain’t gettin out of this if anybody die

Baby steps to this cycle that you continue or break
But eventually you’ll realize, you become the nigga you hate
Isolate differences, but the big picture is you ain’t looking for change
Now you beefing with yourself cause the opps are one in the same
How you gon kill em and not kill yourself?
How can you view them and not see yourself?
You gotta admit that we low-key need help
Loading up clips with your names on the shell
Let’s think for a second, look at the parallels of what you mentioned
You say it forget, you know you ain’t meant it
Playing with fire, burn shit in an instant
Ain’t seen what you built, how the fuck do you miss it?

I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing
I got dismembering vision
Breaking em down so I know where to hit em
Don’t know if I’m prone to attack
Think I’m prone to get violent
I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing

Started downplaying my friendships cause momma said they won’t do shit for me
Don’t expect to be heard out but everyones listening
Gotta solve all my problems, can’t solve myself
Feeling like I destroy what might help
The bad shit I do is subconscious now
I don’t realize until it is said aloud
I know you can’t get better in a day but I’m waking up and I still feel the same

Keep on going
Keep on going
Keep on going

I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing
I got dismembering vision
Breaking em down so I know where to hit em
Don’t know if I’m prone to attack
Think I’m prone to get violent
I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing
I got some memories missing

Spotify

Camera//Memories Missing

[Dedicated to those afraid to do whats right for themselves. you gotta put yourself first]
co.prod @riiicas
lyrics:
Ball for yourself niggas want you off the court
Ball for yourself niggas want you off the court
Ball for yourself niggas want you off the court

Ball for yourself niggas want you off the court
How I’m falling short, I got what I’m reaching for
They start acting out when you don’t need em anymore
Niggas scared to fly they hate to see you airborne

It start gettin scary you can’t be there anymore
My only fear should be me resting six feet in the floor
Now its clear you need me but I seen it as a chore
I got up and walked you can’t leave me anymore

If I’m evil cause I did good for myself I guess I’m toxic
I had a lot of pity for myself then I dropped it
The problem I stopped thinking with my heart, I never lost it
Chest beating, fresh breathing I gotta find the right people I know to believe in
These niggas eyeing up your plate ain’t hungry they’d be eating
They envying, you making bread they snatchin pieces
This shit is Childs play to me that’s why I act facetious

Heart-throb, never
Black and pretty forever
The realest runner in Riverside going harder than ever
And what do I seek in the crown? Helping people get better
This shit bigger than the city, the shit that really fuck with me?
The kids out there with no guidance think of themselves negatively
How can I touch the mic and make em think, “this nigga do get me”
Get up and do some things differently
I be counting myself out but know the world will be missing me
Can’t let no bullshit start hitting me

Love it when you say I can’t, I pop out and I do
Show me that you understand, I can’t afford to lose
Don’t tell niggas your plans, cuz they plot against you
I’ll say it like a man sometimes I miss you
But that don’t mean a pass, I will not be abused
I’m noticing an act, nah dawg you gotta move
I ain’t ready to laugh, keep the jokes all to you
Lowkey, that’s my bad don’t know what I saw in you

Ball for yourself niggas want you off the court
How I’m falling short, I got what I’m reaching for
They start acting out when you don’t need em anymore
Niggas scared to fly they hate to see you airborne

Ball for yourself niggas want you off the court
Ball for yourself niggas want you off the court
Ball for yourself niggas want you off the court
Ball for yourself niggas want you off the court

Ballout For Me (feat. riiicas)

[Dedicated to Ike]
lyrics:
Wanna say I’m sorry that I missed a couple birthdays 
Knowing that these last few years probably been your worse days 
But I hear you graduated Heard that music taking off heard you might just make it 
Braylin you’re a man now 
Ain’t get to see it but I couldn’t be more than proud
Thank you for doing my tasks 
Watching over grandma doing anything she ask
Remember when I said you would grow more like your dad?
You did it kid, you stepped up and you became the man
I heard that shit you laid with me proud of it
Why you crying, I got a smile of it
Said that when I passed you couldn’t spit well what you doing now? 
You know I don’t like to talk like this but I’m so fucking proud
Look who you managed to be when I’m not around
Optimus, you lift your head or you gon drop your crown

Yeah
I know you’ve hit your lows 
You know I’ve hit mine
Bust just like the hero you are you don’t back down you fight 
Yeah-Yeah

Keep working on your pride
Keep doing what is right
I’m no longer around but I’m still in your life
Yeah-Yeah
I heard you got in college, keep expanding your knowledge
I hear you gon be driving soon so keep track of your mileage
Yeah-Yeah
I hear everything you say and I’ve heard everything you said
I speak from experience you do not wanna be dead
Just go on live your life, be careful and stack your bread
Tell that girl how you feel
Make your music, spit what’s real
You know I love the holidays so act like I’m there every year
Wipe them tear drops off your face, boy you know I’m always
Love speaking to my grandson hope this helped your mind get clear

Best In The World

[Dedicated to my friends and myself]
lyrics:
I’m looking for a freedom that don’t only come with death 
My niggas know I need em but I’m always at they neck 
Think my true love just might be her but I never will confess 
Think my mania control me when I’m dealing with the stress

I’m looking for a freedom that don’t only come with death 
My niggas know I need em but I’m always at they neck 
Think my true love just might be her but I never will confess 
Think my mania control me when I’m dealing with the stress

I just wanna make my music and say fuck the internet 
Forming bonds with rap niggas just the mic where we connect 
I know I’m gettin older, and evolving way too fast 
I really think I’m healing slower and outgrowing my past
Reaching for some new heights just my mental hold me back 
Target on my head like I’m Benjamin Poindexter 
The war of the projectors, shooting blanks at one another man we never gettin better 
I hate a fucking cycle boy, I been lived double lives
And I be damned to sit around again with niggas I don’t like
Cause the space I’m in too crowded need a different atmosphere
I’m moving up to Asteroid M need all my muties up in here 
Karma coming with the bill hope life’s banquet leaves you filled  
Niggas always say they hungry then neglect a homecooked meal 
If ima step up in that kitchen, cookin niggas know its real 
Niggas looking for a formula real chefs don’t need to steal

I’m looking for a freedom that don’t only come with death 
My niggas know I need em but I’m always at they neck 
Think my true love just might be her but I never will confess 
Think my mania control me when I’m dealing with the stress

I’m looking for a freedom that don’t only come with death 
My niggas know I need em but I’m always at they neck 
Think my true love just might be her but I never will confess 
Think my mania control me when I’m dealing with the stress

I have a lot to tell you hoping that you’ll hear me out 
I wonder when we’ll meet again and what we’ll talk bout
 I wanted you to hear my work not have it sitting in the casket 
Right after you passed I couldn’t rap I didn’t have it 
I never felt accomplished, I only move manic 
Dropping, Dropping, Dropping and you weren’t there to have it 
I think I’m just now calming down but I would’ve been better if you just stayed around  

Wish I could hear you speak again

Reflect Message

[Dedicated to all the kids out there that come from broken homes or have rough family dynamics]
lyrics:
I'm a mess maker and messes made me 
Born cycle ender the lord blessing me
I'm paying dues and I made the check bleed 
Knowing the karma bill aint made to me  

I'm a mess maker and messes made me 
Born cycle ender the lord blessing me
I'm paying dues and I made the check bleed 
Knowing the karma bill aint made to me  

Man in the mirror he lookin terrified
You only live once, I'm living double lives
Masking can't hide that I'm traumatized 
This ain't some shit that you dramatize  
Know me and Kinny were born the same day
Just like our peers we're all harboring pain
Born with some problems that's out of our range
Broken heart babies we still hurt today 
Imagine if we came from some solid homes 
Blame ourselves for shit like we had control 
Looking for real love but we wouldn't know 
Scared to be our parents don't know how to cope 

I'm a mess maker and messes made me 
Born cycle ender the lord blessing me
I'm paying dues and I made the check bleed 
Knowing the karma bill aint made to me  

Daddy issues, he got mad I would cry 
Never thought he listened so I'd often lie
Mommy issues but some voices in my mind 
Told her straight up man you should've snuffed my life 
I know they did a lot, but maybe not enough? 
Lot of bad shit taught, that I'm just now picking up 
Seen my parents beefing, now I don't know how to love 
Asking for my heart but I think I gave enough 
Some of my niggas had to raise the lil ones 
Wasn't any childhood they had to give up 
Wasn't anybody there for me but came in clutch
I sacrificed a lot to make em better than I was

I'm a mess maker and messes made me 
Born cycle ender the lord blessing me
I'm paying dues and I made the check bleed 
Knowing the karma bill aint made to me

Xerox Of A Xerox

[Dedicated to those afraid to reconnect and reach for help]
lyrics:
I often think about running, never looking back 
Don’t realize this a cycle until my seventh lap 
Issues span miles, I’m only in a couple issues 
Quick to hit a 100 yard, I love to keep my distance  

Been building up stamina, the isolation bad for ya
But when your problems gaining on ya you can’t feel alone 
Took a step I’m falling deeper in these potholes on the road 
The path I choose to take missing lanes for me to go 
The noose will call my name, but I’m obliged to stay grounded 
I choose to fall another day but might not stay bounded 
You know that I’ll burn that bridge if I can’t get around
Defeaning the echo chamber, ain’t a space for sound  
Thinking niggas have to kill me to keep me underground 
While I’m thinking bout my losts which they could see me now 
Niggas sold they soul for riches know my spirit worth a thou
And I would rather fucking die then know I let my people down  
Sittin in a void room 
Doing everything for you 
I don’t really want shit 
Other than to feel approved  
You made a mistake talking to me then
You made a mistake talking to me then

I often think about running, never looking back 
Don’t realize this a cycle until my seventh lap 
Issues span miles, I’m only in a couple issues 
Quick to hit a 100 yard, I love to keep my distance

Night Aurora

[Dedicated to yearly struggles]
lyrics:
I miss my grandfather, nigga loved the holidays
But ever since that summer nothin ever been the same
Grandmomma doing extra, I'm glad I get to help her
I look inside the den his photo still in the same place
The memories last longer guess its true what they say
My father got another kid, his beard going gray
My momma got remarried, and she ain't aged a day
But time is still passing, this my first Christmas legal
Walked inside the plaza there's new buildings near the regal
I'm in shock, I was sad about some loses and i almost lost my youth 
Made some plots, lookin 'round the block in search of higher roofs
I reached some heights, saw the view below and asked myself why
Jerahmeel told me, Lucy usin' thoughts as a disguise 
If you can't grant yourself no healing, you not winning every fight
You'd wanna stray away from violence fighting demons all the time 
When you born with fighter spirit but your soul a peace sign

I got glass in my guts 
Every time I move I feel my insides tearing up 
Shards in my intestines while I digest the blood 
I'm sick of eating pain, need some real food for once 
need some real food for once

I got glass in my guts 
Every time I move I feel my insides tearing up 
Shards in my intestines while I digest the blood 
I'm sick of eating pain, need some real food for once 
need some real food for once

Seats at the table all filled with some mannequins 
Comin' home for dinner knowing I'll be sad again 
I'm eating with niggas I feel I can't leave a plate around
 I know I couldn't say it then been feeling right to say it now 
You can't force a family, I know I don't connect 
Fearful of that door scared to see who's walking next 
Just to discover I'd be the only one that left 
Freedom anything but free, I paid the price do right for me
That shit was taxing on my mental with one way to pay the fee 
Hurt feelings is nothing compared to damaged ambitions 
Shouldn't be much of a problem now that you know that I'm missing 
I keep on caging my mental treating my body like prison 
Sayin' I'm tired of life and I haven't done any living  
Why would I care that you're livid?
I feel a way and I spit it 
My main goal hoping you feel it 
When haven't I been the realest?

I got glass in my guts 
Every time I move I feel my insides tearing up 
Shards in my intestines while I digest the blood 
I'm sick of eating pain, need some real food for once 
need some real food for once

I got glass in my guts 
Every time I move I feel my insides tearing up 
Shards in my intestines while I digest the blood 
I'm sick of eating pain, need some real food for once 
need some real food for once

Let me tell you bout my friends, let met tell you bout my fears 
Know another one dead, and another not here 
I refuse to accept they're machinations of their fears 
I fear most my friends are working against themselves 
I know my closet love is trying to please somebody else 
They're selfless, feel obliged to give 'cause they were never given too 
I hate to see that beauty crushed by niggas feigning love
I know bout what they've been through 
I'm declaring no more cycles
I wanna see my homies do what's best for their survival 
You only fighting you, stop looking for a revival 
Gotta find your demons get to working for that title 
It's bout the work, bout the effort staying true to your kin 
The sun goes down, it comes right up you do it all again 
The greatest gift I got this year was learn to live again
Gotta find your demons get to working for that title 
It’s bout the work, bout the effort staying true to your kin 
The sun goes down, it comes right up you do it all again 
The greatest gift I got this year was learn to live again

Glass In My Guts

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2:32 - solo
3:42 + telna (@user-442056486)
4:57 + yakii (@yakiilol)
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6:52 - solo
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i dont want to be famous. (eightstringss)

[Dedicated to healing] prod @8strings
lyrics:
Seen too many niggas break down in front of me
Too many knives in my back just to see me bleed
I was covered by the ashes, all the flames I could breathe
Why I’m speaking in the past tense? I’m reliving memories

I’m reliving too much
Am I really giving too much
Need some blessings given too us
Best I quit the sinning or I’m stuck

I got unhealthy feelings, yeah I know
I rather die than be up In your phone
I got unhealthy feelings, yeah I know
I rather die than be up In your phone

Why is it you’re in my head, I’m never in yours
What you mean I’m in debt? I always give more
Was it all just a lie tell me now cause you don’t wanna see me find the truth
All this time you’ve been in disguised, I don’t think it’s worthwhile to look at you
I keep taking my mask off around niggas who never break character 
Who else they gon put tasks on? I know there’s no love for the carrier 
Seen too many niggas break down in front of me
Too many knives in my back just to see me bleed
I was covered by the ashes, all the flames I could breathe
Why I’m speaking in the past tense? I’m reliving memories

I’m reliving too much
Am I really giving too much
Need some blessings given too us
Best I quit the sinning or I’m stuck

I think I’m getting better and then I hear you talk
Wanna forget I met her, then she invades my thoughts
I think I need to reset
I think to rese-et-et-et
Thank god I ain’t choose to be dead
All the crab ass shit I need less
How are we a team, I’m the only one balling?
You just warm the seat but you think you’re shot calling
Not easy to deceive cause I don’t be around
And when I make a move, I don’t make a sound

Seen too many niggas break down in front of me
Too many knives in my back just to see me bleed
I was covered by the ashes, all the flames I could breathe
Why I’m speaking in the past tense? I’m reliving memories

I’m reliving too much
Am I really giving too much
Need some blessings given too us
Best I quit the sinning or I’m stuck

SPOTIFY

infinite flames

yungicystar - glow around me (8strings)

@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics:

yuh, he tryna slide wit no mask on 
them niggas never outside when i’m out there, but they get mad when i take my ass back home 
somebody tell these lil niggas to back the fuck up cus they gon be the ones dat i blast on 
556 inna back of the truck tryna aim for a head dat my brother put cash on 

you niggas not hot 
run in his crib get his pops shot 
i was gon spin but the cops out 
nigga won’t drop dot 
i’m on her tongue like a pop rock
im tryna shoot fuck a shot clock 
boy what you lookin at
i make a band ima triple dat 
boy you a bitch gotta live wit dat
you tryna spin where yo pistol at 
you gotta chill with that 
i up chop and im rippin dat

shot clock (8strings)

@astrmani @eightstringss @concealurself

lyrics:

i slide thru the city i’m swinging da drac
niggas broke as the fuck u ain’t counting no pape
i ain’t saving no hoes, i ain’t wearing a cape
purple all in my cup, i ain’t sipping on grape
i can’t have these lil hoes in my circle, they fake 
i wake up in da lab im like “what ima make” 
gotta carry the stick when i ride thru the state
tryna tell em to slide but dat nigga gon flake 

said he spinning on who? not me 
niggas said he like dat, okay i’ll see 
nigga u is not gang no u not my g 
gen 5, make em go blind by my beam
racks coming in, niggas can’t relate to it
heard shawty tryna slide thru, put a date to it
nigga tryna duck in that v, shoot a k through it
call my slimes yea my lil niggas stay shooting 

i tell em to shoot n they not finna stop
innat srt whippin, give fuck bout a cop
bitch i’m inna black truck tryna spin thru that lot
why lil shawty keep playing, like why am i blocked
tell that boy if he play wit da fam he get shot
dis a g23 on my hip, make it pop
put a 762 thru yo whip, make it stop
im wit saints lil nigga u know how i rock

flake (8strings & akrzn)

@astrmani @eightstringss

lyrics: 

evil as shit ain’t no comp to it 
nigga talkin bout sliding, den hop to it 
i pull up to yo crib sending shots thru it 
niggas gotta lay low cus the cops moving 
why you toting dat blick u is not shooting 
bitch i been off da wock, make me talk stupid
up da chop in his trap make em stop moving 
nigga think he can fight better not do it

i got straps bitch, ruby beam and the magazine maxed bitch 
bitch i’m rockin way more than yo plaques bitch 
niggas gettin backdoored by a catfish 
got a whole lotta cash inna mattress 
put a blade onna chop make it stab bitch 
tryna slaughter yo gang since you savage 
tryna puff out yo chest like a flat bitch 

i heard a few niggas died on yo side, damn dat shit prolly terrible 
brand new p80 parts ima build it, bet if it break it’s repairable 
niggas in messages thinking they bout it, whole time im not even scared of em
niggas would spot em a opp out in public, he wouldn’t do shit but jus stare at em 

niggas hoes, niggas bitches 
niggas tote, glocks wit switches 
niggas broke, got no figures 
niggas throwed, off my hinges

unholy n evil (8strings)

@astrmani @eightstringss @prodvelourium

lyrics:

yuh, like wassup wit em
i’m outside tryna get up wit em
i heard da 556 got stuck in em
das his fault cus he ain’t have it tucked wit em
they ain’t get back they don’t know who the fuck did it
we took yo gen fuck boi better come get it 
these niggas cap for a story then run wit it
nigga, i’m tryna see wassup wit it 

wassup wit it
wassup wit it
wassup wit it
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
wassup wit it 
i’m still tryna see wassup wit it

these niggas love talkin shit til i pop out wit a AR 
uav, catch em onna radar
we finna walk down, he don’t stay far  
i’m tryna swipe these niggas gens cus they think they can take ours 
got a white plug lookin like okaymar 
dat boy a bum shopping at kmart 

pop out wit a mac 10
white chalk, like “what happened”
think it’s funny, why u laughing 
bet the choppa start clapping 
spin in dat srt i ain’t crashing jt
niggas not comp, these niggas not passing it 
send a shot at da whip but he not even scratching it
said he slid to my crib but he not even passionate