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Kenny Beats | Beat Battle Winner | 6.14.21 | Offside Cam |

[VERSE I: Yung Christ]
i got the glock in my yoga pants
fucking that bitch in a yoga stance
swanging that K in an open stance
loaded from smoking that opium
stain a lil boy in the clothes he's in
all of my walls they closing in
5150
they tryna come get me
just minding my business and moseying
matte black
smoking packs
panic attacks back to back
xanax on my lap debating 
should i relapse?
but back to the hoe i was talking bout
i just wanna put it up in her mouth
pimping up in my blood
wassup cuz?
thuggin that dirty south
four letter
two numbers bitch
GREY*59
three fingers in the air
main bitch by my side
slicky pull up in a quarter mill and slaughter up your daughter
young jesus with them forgi wheels
don't walk he drive on water
anytime, anyplace
any hood, any state
good til i fucking ain't
woods to the fucking face
riding with my baby Sage
lines on expensive plates
tears on my diamond chains
stoic never looking phased
poet when i'm spitting game
show me how that pussy shaved
dosage climbing with my shame
mama crying for my pain
will they ever understand?
can i even help my dad?
money fucking up my fam
giving until there's nothing left
pulling up in that latest "damn!"
chopper stay on me 
don't need no hands
prefer to be lonely 
don't need no friends
hoe we just fucking i don't date fans
i'm with my cousin and talking plans
went to my hood and copped some land
blowing through my money like democrats
2 step on the IRS fuck a tax



[VERSE II: Romeo da Black Rose]
why the fuck you look to me for help?
there ain't an ace in the cards i was dealt
i'm 31
still don't know how to take care of myself
honestly i'm scared that i might melt
leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
maybe in the next life i'll come back as a nice belt
i don't know
there's a fine line between me and you
the biggest difference is i'll snort that shit and prolly puke
dodge and juke all the bullshit yall try and put me through
but i'm shining
babygirl wylin
catch me riding by with that look in my eyes
palm starts to sweat by the way i'm gripping my 9
yeah i'm always on my toes but i'm still the same height
standing tall over my grave
make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved
make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made
i can't put 'em on my wall that shit just ain't my taste
lil shawty wanna marry me
i said "you're better off in debt"
if it didn't work out, baby, i'd be real hard to forget
germans whips and private jets
private beaches to access
fuck on me, baby
i'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat
i ride for my family that's GREY*59
try and be all i can be and not waste my time
on the brink of insanity
i can't make up my mind
yeah i battle my vanite and think i'm blind

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Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

Matte Black

MATTE BLACK

[VERSE I: Anthony Mars]
yo light that cigarette
i'm tripping
ash it on my bitches
taking my dose
i never skip it
still in my hood up pistol gripping
still got 100 blunts
got that bape up in my cup
stay with a bitch in the cut who stay with my dick in her guts
wetto the king of the GREY
self park i don't fuck with valet
sheesh
private jet fuck a delay
went to paris and back in a day
okay
no i'm never okay
bitch stop asking
came up and supported my family
just for that they should give me a grammy
running and ducking the slammer
thinking bot cocking the hammer
the lights the glitter the glamour
none of this shit even matters
none of this shit made me happy
wound up in rehab instead of a casket
locking me up and they had the rooms padded
made a straight jacket my fashion

[VERSE II: Norman Atomic]
ruby that motherfucker
grim reaping
i'm undercover
soul seeking
i found another bitch who's thinking that i'm her lover
no
reason i keep on shrugging
blunt is cashed let's keep 'em coming
only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
i'm a pro at self doubt but i doubt i'll ever know 
that these bitches want me to fly 'em out all because i upped the glow
all these fuckbois wanna be me but they keep it on the low
and talk shit about me and my cousin while we're thumbing through our dough
all this fame is such a curse sometimes i wish i was a ghost
watch me raise the fucking dead next time i'm on stage at a show

[OUTRO: Anthony Mars & Norman Atomic]
haunted, haunted
i can't escape my mind
it's like i'm doing time all the time
exhausted, lost it
just one little line
have this talk with god all the time

1000 Blunts

1000 BLUNTS

Goodbye

Image taken from the book "Instant Light", a fantastic set of polaroids by Andrei Tarkovsky

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video:
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@40a_music x @be4hdd  - MANTRA
STREAM - https://sl.onerpm.com/4919836311?_ga=2.100189719.848642343.1603962093-550148754.1562677895

Eng:
Our first joint experiment as a rapper (@40a_music) and producer (@be4hdd). I hope you will appreciate it, even if you have little understanding of our Russian language.

Peace!

P.s. Thanks to a guy named Homiside (https://vk.com/homicideoncover) for the cover.

Rus:
Наш первый совместный эксперимент в качестве рэпера (@40a_music) и продюсера (@be4hdd). Надеюсь вы оцените по достоинству!

Всем мир!

P.s Спасибо парню по имени Хомисайд (https://vk.com/homicideoncover)  за обложку!

Ukr:

Наш перший спільний експеримент як репера (@40a_music) і продюсера(@be4hdd). Сподіваюся ви оціните по достоїнству.

Всім мир!

П.с. Дякую хлопцеві на ім'я Хомісайд (https://vk.com/homicideoncover)  за обкладинку.


CHORUS:

Listen to this mantra every day.
My team Trest Gang kicks the door off the hinges
This mantra enveloped. The head nods.
In tune with the instrument to shake the streets.

VERSE:

It's a hip hop that you forgot about
I blew a layer of that legendary dust off it.
Not what you made up.
Listening to the charts is a cache but without talent
The Beatmaker showed the rappers
How to Kill and Chip Tools 
Lift your jaws off the floor asshole
Who told you your tobacco was good?
Who told you that your rap is cool?
Shut your mouth is not so fucking cool, dude.
Dude, who told you that you have talent? 
Throw your microphone in the trash can.
I don't understand how
Oh, my God.
 These rappers don't even understand who the tupac is.
Home boy I put my dick on your lousy format.
My format is to kick your ass.

CHORUS:

Listen to this mantra every day.
My team Trest Gang kicks the door off the hinges
This mantra enveloped. The head nods.
In tune with the instrument to shake the streets

OUTRO x2

Clean the floor of denshole lovers
On the bat arranged karate as Smokey Mo

Мантра

Мантра (The Mantra) (feat. 40a)

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juice wrld - lucid dreams (40a lofi rmx)

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"Fresh blood infusion from Tula" (с)

@be4hdd is a music producer from Russia, living in Tula city, Tula region. He started his creative career in 2012. This music is different (or rather is not) its dark and atmospheric sound. 
Genres: Cloud rap, Trill, Abstract Hip Hop, Future Garage and Experimental.

Email:
be4hdd@yandex.ru

Мантра (The Mantra) (feat. 40a)

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