oldschool type vibes man. Tracks like this are the shit, we need more of this

yo this joint is DOPE... dirty and clean at the same time... i effffssss w it.... NIIICE.. 💯💯💯💯💯

old school vibes, that trumpet is amazing

Really this is old school vibes lmao really like the production set

Calm beat 🔥 it’a got a nice groove to it

This track is for the pain and suffering that our people have gone through for many many years! Never stop fighting ✊🏾

Rain

Overrated

GHB [Get Her Back] by "YFRS" (prod. Rap$inger)

Rap$inger Reloaded

GHB (prod. by YFRS)

Lyrics:
Yup yup
Got the fiya in the trunk
Blow it up
Hiccup
The ship sunk
Now we rockin to the funk 
I came to get drunk
Rollin goddies of de skunk
Shit bout to get crunk
Buss it down n make it jump 

Yup yup
Got the fiya in the trunk
Blow it up
Hiccup
The ship sunk
Now we rockin to the funk 
I came to get drunk
Rollin goddies of de skunk
Shit bout to get crunk
Buss it down n make it jump   

OOF baby be the lady for me 
She got it clappin crazy when she drop it down on the beat
She got the traction givin all the satisfaction to me
She bout that action baby got a booty fashion degree

Up the degrees
Hands up on her knees
Pop that booty please
Double D's
Sparkin double trees 
Take a selfie cheese
What a breeze
Got the feelin of dealin a couple keys
Cut the fees 
Blessin Jess n I'm bessen em both she see it

Yup yup
Got the fiya in the trunk
Blow it up
Hiccup
The ship sunk
Now we rockin to the funk 
I came to get drunk
Rollin goddies of de skunk
Shit bout to get crunk
Buss it down n make it jump   

Yup yup
Got the fiya in the trunk
Blow it up
Hiccup
The ship sunk
Now we rockin to the funk 
I came to get drunk
Rollin goddies of de skunk
Shit bout to get crunk
Buss it down n make it jump   

Song by OOF MAN
Beat by Pasta

Yup Yup

Casi Siempre

Casi Siempre - Ft. Puchu Depp (Prod&Beat. Ceferino Toni)

You Know

MARS

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Therapy Talks (Prod. Othellobeats)

Look at my socks

MC Ride: we're not in the lateral movement...
you know what I mean? just stepping side to side;
we want to move forward. make things better.

lay stiff and die free, while I shift the tide
streams of light enter my eyes
beaming scintillated
rhymeschemes, nine rings
into the journey, I’m disparate,
blurry and in a hurry—tryna
get these pistons to serve me

annual aneurysms,
the granule sands of wisdom
were sans a victim, addicted
to slamming the fist to Christians
glam and the glitz conniption
is equidistant from heaven’s mission
yet they sell and list it as opulent
solipsism--shockingly crowds of
women’ll gather around iniquity
life a living Hell, I like you really well
I splice it with embellishment
relics of what little intelligence
is still relative to eloquence
of pelicans under the feet of
elephants, accelerate,
all you featherweights
go seek a better fate, 'fo
he make you smell and taste
the cellophane ‘n flagrant vapor
capering vagrant relish in
vague disdain for everything
erasure of the masquerade will never be

MC Ride: I'm not that fascinated by,
uh, human achievements...
at one point in my life,
I was more inspired by people

this the mystique intrusive
and bleak sheik with the
proof that’ll leak to sheets
in a gruesome indecency
non-conducive and
incongruent, disputably
spewing doom and uprooting trees
they bruising the truth with a neutered eulogy
accruing these caskets for tween rappers
who seen lackin’, in the streets yappin’
while I’m following my dream’s passion
dabble with the tablets of acid
'til my spleen was black, and now
I need the cash, ain’t no acting
fill up the bag, bitch :’)

fragments get scattered
across the flattened atlas
as a fact of matter retracted
I like to pedal backwards
that with my unfettered magnitude
is what makes me a rapper
higher in caliber, ironclad to lift Excalibur
the challengers gabber forever
lapping up the palaver
they gather in exultation
and mask exasperations
massive laceration to the
face of fakeness, break,
recalibrate the lake of talents
aiming at merit’s devaluation

MC Ride: but, as I've grown more...
humans aren't really my... I don't really
look to that for inspiration that much anymore...
I look more inside...just to myself, and what goes on in there

Die Free (prod. brokeboi)

Record Producer, Composer, and Recording Engineer based in New York City

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