Real Gee(Ft Lyrical Chaos & SketchThaHoodie.)[prod By Slowburn]

Leakin

Leakin' (Prod. FIGI) [Mixed & Mastered By Sundé]

Winnie The Pooh(feat Elijah Woods & Pope Jksn

this serves as part of my second song of my heartbreak sequel

Gone Girl (w/ xoxofloyyd)[prod. Trix]

Tranquility

Possible (feat. Milani)

By The Time You Hear This

[verse one]

by the time you hear this you done called me back.
yeah.
what am i saying? you know my name by heart but don't have courage to say it.

throw shade or whatever you call it.
life on the line and you crossed it.
keep my small head above water.
i do not ride on your wave.
you... bought a lie.
now you're outchea selling these dreams.

what's your reason to hate...?
we can't even see eye to eye with your stupid ass shades.
stagnant, your songs are the same.

nothing i fear in the game.
i'm outchea keeping my lane clean, you dirty ass snakes.
yeah.

i can't relate.
won't debate on who's better 'cause if i'm better than myself then it's settled.
tssss, here's your medal.

can't get sentimental.
i know life ain't worth a rental.
pessimistic is that a noose or a halo.
life is messing with my mental.
mirrors start to look like windows.
smiling is a different lingo.
would survive without a question.

i'm here to win.
only "L" i'm taking is a Lambo or Lexus in to the crib.
only time will show me how it is.
spit a verse or you throw a fit.
fake niggas, counterfeit.
not enough space for the fakes, hope the count will fit.
swiinta work in silence, keep it private we're still pocket rich.
niggas been picking pockets ever since.

i mean... niggas been mocking us now we're the shhh...

keep it quiet.
they don't wanna hear us coming.
they don't wanna see us gunning.
they don't wanna see us running... game.

you niggas lame... nothing.
sugar cane, stunting, fronting...
toilet paper gangster... tssss.

fuck it... hear me rap and it hurts.
i'm all up in my bag, but you got your hand in a purse.
is this a song or a verse?
i'm just talking my worst.
get my ex to solve the problem pun intended i don't mind being first.
blow your brain so the mind comes first.
wait...
i got a minute.
blow some racks i gotta whip...i need my windows tinted.
cream the only thing i'm whipping.
slavery's my gimmick.
man i see your niggas grimace.
i ain't grimace but the grill is...
open for you niggas 
trigger finger itching.
beats up in the kitchen.

whatchu wishing for, some digits?
keep it low you only see me when i'm posting snippets.
by the time you hear this i done found my pack of riches.
gone.

(who the hell said I got to like you?)

[beat switch: verse two]

shout out to destiny.
life is what it's meant to be.
cardiac arresting me.
i knew i was someone soon as i heard Ill Com making beats.
that man doesn't take defeat.
i'd fumble, he handled me.

nobody can take his seat.
still remember fighting for studio time but now we're fighting for power, ironically.
your friends are quick to expire like chips over night, i see.

this life wasn't wasn't meant for me.
don't bite on my apple seed.
quick to grow like they needed me.

you don't take advantage...
you get taken advantage of.
it's hood mythology, basic principles where I'm from.
that's why i'm good at lying.
that's why i'm bad at trying.
used to smoke for acceptance - that's why i'm good at hiding.

only tell the truth if you're ready for the world to hate you.
the best medicine will always leave people distasteful.
needed support but all you ever gave me was a thank you.

like you were never proud.
you never held me down.

[outro]

so watch me flourish.
i want life but it seems my soul belongs in a furnace.
call me ash when I'm burning.
call me ash when I'm burning.
ALL THIS PAIN I DESERVE IT.
IF IT'S LOVE THEN I SERVE IT.

facade. - EP

By The Time You Hear This (prod. King Com)

Psychedelic

[hook]

your bar low but you're playing the game.
jeah. 
whatchu reaching for?
jeah.
i'm a minotaur.
jeah, jeah.
whatchu feening for?
psychedelic, jeah.
got high off rice.

i need many more. (×3)

psychedelics how i play with the brain. wait.
i need many more.
i need many more
whatchu feening for?
psychedelic, jeah.
love it at your risk.
whatchu reaching for?
whatchu reaching for?
i need many more.

[verse one]

dry leaves on the ground.
they sound like ice in a glass.
they sound like ice in a glass.
i do not move when I dance.
i need my soul in advance.
i put your hoe in a trance.

you cannot make no demands.
i see them drugs in your hand.

aaahh... haaaah!! haaaah!! haaaah!!

cut it. what's at stake?
mans flow too well, turn a Van Damme to a Bus Lake.

night time flex colour coded, i'mma need about ten shades.
she put molly in my sprite, damn it, i'm about to see ten faces.

got me moving at a slow pace.
when i come through they can't save you.
SWIINTA CAME TO GRAB THE WHOLE RAVE.
came through to get the damn paper.
i need paper cuts with no pages.
i need presidential no favours.
GOT  AN ACE UP MY LONG SLEEVE.
BUT I KEEP A DAMN DANK FACE.

came from up far.
father figure oughtta raise the bar.
father figured SHAUN is just a star.
mannerism faded into limbo.
it's a different lingo when we're on.
need limo when i hit the spa.
baby-face bobby in the jar.
so i call it "holy matrimony".

[hook]

your bar low but you're playing the game.
jeah. 
whatchu reaching for?
jeah.
i'm a minotaur.
jeah, jeah.
whatchu feening for?
psychedelic, jeah.
got high off rice.

i need many more. (×3)

psychedelics how i play with the brain. wait.
i need many more.
i need many more
whatchu feening for?
psychedelic, jeah.
love it at your risk.
whatchu reaching for?
whatchu reaching for?
i need many more.

[verse two]

i took a shot to the chest.
skin on my wrist when i flex. 
i do not talk to a pest.
i keep my X on the tongue.
only hit it with protects.
call me ant, i'm well connected.
SWIINTA HITTAS ON TO BRETHREN.
shout out to PC and X.

hell's kitchen i've been cooking.
please do not touch on my sauce!
spent all me pennies on JAH.
she see the meat i'm like YAH!
i keep the fucks to myself.
you put your faith in a god.
i put the faith in the car.
step on the gas when i wannnt!!

metro, baby.
psychedelics in my hands. Wait.
whatchu mean i got the band fake?
tinted windows with the "SWIINTA" plates.

way too... wavy.
need this type of shit up in flight.
twenty twenty grams how she see it.
she might cop a dyke for the night.

now she finna see the night lights.
score check, cash split like MIKE.
centrefolds, rubber bands, i like.
cheerio, colour scheme, my type.
blurry vision, there goes my sight.
finna hold figures, figured mines bright.
future if you're wondering.

nice try, buddy, but i'm thundering.

[hook]

your bar low but you're playing the game.
jeah.
whatchu reaching for?
jeah.
i'm a minotaur.
jeah, jeah.
whatchu feening for?
psychedelic, jeah.
got high off rice.

i need many more. (×3)

psychedelics how i play with the brain. wait.
i need many more.
i need many more
whatchu feening for?
psychedelic, jeah.
love it at your risk.
whatchu reaching for?
whatchu reaching for?
i need many more.

Psychedelic (prod. Godson)

Keep It Basic

[King Com (skit)]

ladies and gentlemen!
i am proud to present to you...
the king... the dracula!
SHAUN KLAAS!!

— verse one —

let's keep it basic for the chancers.
came through just to shit on the game...
and then we change it like some pampers.
no offence to all my peers. but none of y'all are
coming near to the man.
let's go pen for pen like we're chief markers...
finna hand you all your answers.

gold grill? why you lying?
it's brass.

my nigga i know where you at, you're acting.
bravo, these grammies are at ya'.
bad broad, she as thick as a cactus.
she wants me to grab on her bait like a master.
flew over your head like a halo.
i'm joking, then fade all you niggas like barbers...
i hope you all get where i'm headed.
the darkest and greenest of pastures.

i'm opulent, gate crashing while you wait
for your passes.

let's keep it basic the whip be suspended.
the cash... you get it, you get it, you spend it.
i keep it basic, it's simple.
i wrote this while buying my biscuit with coins
at the vendor.
okay, i exaggerate, clearly. it's life, i commends that
you follow a rapper.

i feel like i'm an opium package.
it's funny i manage.
i fathom that rappers who rap about rappers not rapping
are nothing but gang fish.

let 'em keep thinking that they're savage.
wouldn't mind a nigga living lavish.
only chase the cash if you're a catfish.
you're that nigga calling out your foes?

from now on i know you as a bad bitch. 

[King Com (skit)]

don't get tired now, mf'ethu. don't get tired now.
just one more left hook... and one more left hook.

hay' come on mf'ethu!! moera lekaka joe!

we came here to win dawgg, Swiinta doesn't take
any losses. now let's gooo!!!

— verse two —

i just hope i make it past thirty seven.
rap about nasty shit, please don't assume that i'm evil.
i am no villain, but shout out to villains my avenue cold.
you can stay hating i came for your soul.

been contemplating this mayhem, afraid i'm sincere
as a major.

i dig 'em like hoes.
bury your ass and i shit on your flowers and make
the undertaker sniff on your rose.

smoke alone, that's a private jet.
contemplate on death.
gun pop a nigga like a percocet.
when i serve the set. when i serve the set.
came for the jugular gotta stay focused.
dracula nigga you're doing 'em so, filthy.
you're dirty, and nerdy, a slithering snake in a
furnace.
i think it'd be better for no one to know.

you ought to try and not drown in my flow.
i'm synonymous with poets on coke.
shit is awkward nigga, seemingly so.
i'm a foe.

they're taking shots and i pose.
they think they're better 'cause i have been quiet,
they know.
i came to slaughter, aligning their heads in order.
i'm border line crazy, them niggas don't phase me.
i've seen a 360° before.
all you ever do is talk about clones.
all you ever do is talk about flows.
all you ever do is lose your respect.

i break your neck like a code.
i'm no veteran.
SHAUN, damn it! take is slow.
fire on it like a match.
keep it coming for the mans...
and keep it basic for the bros. 

Keep It Basic (prod. King Com)

How Bout’ Now

Bloom Interlude (prod. shaunklaas) 

(verse) 

Okay. I got it from here. 
Use to Tickle my fancy but now it's just funny to stare
Stear me wrong tears drip on the floor  dissappear..
Feelings i buried  them there
When is life ever fair Huh? never.  
I feel Funny for asking 
Why I still question everything...
When I  should simply accept it... 
That's like the simplest thing, only when I said 
Sad, I like where do I go...

Open road.. 
All  these open sores ... Bethisa ngomoya 
Lo wam uphantsi suka  sundphakamisa
I would ask for help qha koqena ukuphasamisa 
Fuck it, I'll do it myself... 
Pride stil intact even when falling apart.. 
Serval cuts... I cover them up
Doubt they make a bandage big enough 
I'll keep it short, you in a rush 
Never my mind  my ventilation
Sacrifice so I can give yours 
If it makes you happy...
Why should it matter if I die of cause 
It's scary thought 


No remorse 
Where I'm from its torcher to show emotion.. 
Rubbing the salt in as soon they see a wound is open 
It's never even with  Stevens and karma's really a bitch 
Friends Dissappear in the mist... 
In the midst of it all.. You on your own.
.. Flower grow 
Take your time.. You precious... Don't give your petals..to Petty follk 
Hate can get heavy.. He did you wrong you should let it go.. 
But never forget it.... You don't wanna learn that lesson twice... 
I don't give the best advice...
at least  that's something we both  can agree on
I was stearing me wrong, blaming other people when I'm the one that put my heart in your hand even when I seen tremble plent 
nearly dropped the bag 
Got an expensive  habit




Dragging your nose through snow.... And tell me the world huh 
All of this make  up  and I see all of your flaws 
Wrecking all of your walls...Love 
I hope you see narvana
And never have to cover up your scars again 
It can hurt to pretend that it doesn't.. 
Pressing buttons to myself destruction 
..All this pain seems like nothing 
See mama turn it to something 
I should've known...
This box of mine would explode
Everything I kept secret came out leaking in a  song 

How I bloom  
Pretty flower
Told us the world is ours
What I lie 
Look up to the SKYY 

How I bloom  
Pretty flower
Told us the world is ours
What I lie 
Look up to the SKYY 


(Skit) 

performed and written by Mlamli
Produced by Shaunklaas

sunflowers and rain (unmastered)

bloom interlude

Sorry Not Sorry

A Couple Rap Songs : The Tape COMING SOON.

Possible (feat. Milani)

Abel