Produced by Shoeman

Lyrics:

I make this shit spicy, call me jalapeno. I take his bitch, I’m so icy like I’m Rino. I stay so lit, the price be me in casinos. Winning lotto’s, spinning bottles since the days of the dino’s. I don’t play rich, I am rich, you a damn snitch. Throw ya in a damn ditch, to killa filla pitch I itch. Keep things in life full of pull, meaning. Power every hour, you control ya own being. Uh, yeah, I’m peeping the prize, stop weeping ya eyes. Yeah, ya lost, I tossed, that shit to the side, I permit the ride. Uh, don’t fuck wit’ a boss, my shit top notch. Yeah, y’all acting so cross, I’m packing a watch. Silly, cost me a milli, feel me on this shit bitch. Haha, A Hype, Shoe Man roll the spliffs. New plan, stroll wit’ sticks, case they wanna battle. That’ll end a soul, send his ass in mass to hell. Hole, boy I just toy wit’ ya swell, soul, and the toll in full, yo. Ayy, out of the way, shotta lil’ stray, he ain’t the way. Bitch, yeah yeah I’m puttin’ on, bitch. Type of the Hype to go hit it right, I’m shuttin’ long snitch. Type of talk, knife ya walk, late at night, how great I might. Do to you, spare ya skull, I don’t care if I error, I go tear a call up, destroy the evidence there. Shoe Man, who can, support in short my dreams. Fuck the opps, the cops, the pops, who ain’t believe in these. As it seems ain’t as appear, gas these schemes too much I fear, you gon’ think you really poppin’, bitch boy betta get to stoppin’. But then again I’ve been told the same, never fold from game, I’m true to the fame, I’m building, wielding my name. Fuck it mane, this is plain, I wanna sing and sang my thang. Let it rain, get the novocaine to the brain mane. I’m on all kind of shit, I drink straight up. I’m a don, mind ya shit, I think I ate up. This shit and if ya disagree, here’s a fee. Or more, I ain’t give a plea, I live it free, I just do me.

Fuck it, I’m outta here.

Jalapeno (Prod. Beat Making Shoe Man)

Lyrics:

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

Me and ShoeMan, the new ran. Span of dominance, all up in the prominence. Shoutout NORMAN, we stormin’ the whole block. Give ‘em fair warnin’, we born in full smock. Built to make art, no guilt we take heart. We didn’t jump the gun, no fake start. We didn’t pump to stun, we just go out. Get ya blow out, we safe there no out. We pave a way to save the day. Y’all crave a stay where we play. We have our way wit’ bae, okay? She wanna be wit’ me, ya see it mane? Plain to process, hard to swallow. This thang is nonsense, we ain’t borrow. If she wanna ride wit’ the side of the winning team, we ain’t say no, ya better pray mo’ ya sinning meme.
Yeah yeah, we paid. Nah nah, never strayed. Yeah yeah, we made. Nah nah, never fade. Yeah yeah, we laid. Out the classics, and bitch we own our masters. Snitch bastards ain’t ever getting past us, watch a top notch boss toss this shit faster. Dropping lines like it seeds. Popping nines, there no needs. We could chill, would ill as a unit, but since ya ain’t do it, ya wince when ya blew shit. We got the hot sauce, what ya want. Strut and flaunt, but can’t taunt. Us cause no stress, we not just equal, we making mo’ moves as people. We sho’ proves that there no sequel. We so unique, you peak on a steep hill. We could peak on the bottom of the ocean. You do reek, while we put in motion.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn.

Yeah, uh.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

BBQ (Prod. Beat Making Shoe Man)

Garden (Prod. Beat Making Shoeman)

KUWAIT CITY (feat O.D)[prod by Beat Making Shoe Man]

BORREGO [prod. beatmakingshoeman & Trip2 Pluto]

The debut album from NORMAN Records group, Natural Disaster. Produced by Beat Making Shoe Man, Raps by BLKMSK & Brody Funk.
Featuring ben of NORMAN Records & Slim Guerilla of Passion Playas