This is what being the hardest rapper in your city sound like.

GODBODY ( Prod. Baatchoy & Pope.Loud )

Artwork by Reem Unknown
Production by Ghostie

STILL FUCK SUPERMAN AND ALL THEM KRYPTONIANS

BOTHERED!  (Prod. by Ghostie)

Those that enter The Waiting Room will have their souls utterly destroyed if your courage if imperfect

"I'll see you again in 25 years..."

Mr. Roll (prod. by Fonlon)

On & On (prod. by Baatchoy)

Clear Day (prod. by Baatchoy and mouse)

XXV (prod. by ReemUnknown)

Transmutation (prod by. Sealegs)

Often a maverick, what I got in store for niggas will you still
All you niggas display shit on your records but you yourself isn't real that's off of the mannequin
All that marketing damaging, pandering for audience that watched you get cooked on stage
Now you panhandling
Off of them xans against.
Big boss on zanzibar all you niggas clones.
My mixtape is just compilation of bodies I collected after my mission goals
My shit was cold
Now gotta sub zero spine rip you for false information you since had sold
Cutting bitches like Kibagami Jubei off of Ninja Scroll
Crack in your Airpods, trajectory of it will enters soul
Got this whole shit in a ankle lock ripping ligaments of it gets a hold.
Doing in for years you would think shitting on niggas is getting old.
If I took up that position
Wouldnt be up in the kitchen, thanos for them stonea dont fuck with your vision
Everything is a hitman
This sharpshooter is never missin
Yall dont got the heart
Game is over when I put this up for submission
Never standing in the same spot
Scanners off the head, no brain pop but testing niggas if say they got a one up
Tell em to get a life, mario my shit jumping
Women saying they love me they coming off of the pipe
Ever since I came out my shell Its been come up. 
I'm demolishing walls is a often sight.
Lexx touch a beat and they all delight
And you niggas is often light
I came up out the dark with wait 
And you niggas fronted
So I'm back as the Grappler to restart the fight
All out of spite I want the spot and I need it
For that Bread you be John Doe in a battle I should get heated
Choy said I should watch my demeanor prophecy child
My pop identified I would lead all my people to the top
Ain't no stopping till I have succeeded
I'm the beat just off skill not popular 
Props and procedure 
I'm barely warmed up after hearing what said you dropped as a heater.
Hands on approach, I used to think could stand to improve from pressure of competition to keep up
But after shit releases I plan on propping my feet up
All my boys is hardy your Discography should get deleted
Claim that ladder to the top, claim my title when they start the beat up
I'm tired giving niggas humility
When they saying they can go head up or match skill for skill with me
That's bugged out, I dont just got a leg up my shit is on millipede
Washed niggas commenting on this art of sin getting rinsed i just know that I will repeat till it's over
Message to the rest of the vultures, flexing on gram is leaving no
Welts on my ego but I want my cut
No matter how it work imma keep belt on my shoulder
After this fuck yall im charging what niggas say they'd pass on

SHARPSHOOTER ( prod. TROMAC PINEAPPLE )

Me and K.Wood$ is doing a Jay Z vs Lil Wayne challenge for the love of the sport. Enjoy!

Artwork by Reem Unknown

WHO YOU WIT III

WAIT IS OVER, DRAGGING ANTHEM OF THE SUMMER IS FINALLY HERE

Lyrics below:


Hook 

She want me to Make Time 
Make plans tryna see me in the day time 
I’m only fucking with you when it’s on the late night 
Put jets on it hoping we can take flight 
Pull up to her place like Skrr 
Race car, we don’t need to wait like skrrr 
Yeah one track mind, can’t change that 
Ain’t no pressure we can lay back 

Verse 1 

Can I hit you when I’m lonely? 
If they ask I’m a tell em you the homie 
Brown skin baby wanna be my tenderoni 
Don’t start with me, pause when you wanna be my one and only 
Tryna make you sweat it’d never work out 
Only wanna turn you on, don’t need you turnt out 
Tryna bring stress will have me burnt out 
I’m too stuck in my ways for me to learn now 
Really on my grind for the time being 
Can’t get too the way I see it 
That’s real don’t get no ideas 
Girl I ain’t tryna build no ikea 

Hook x 1 

Bridge 

Bet you wanna love me 
Bet you wanna cuff me 
Bet you wanna be my girl 
Yeah I know you wanna see my world 
Rock diamonds and be my pearl 
I drop jewels I got you all on my charm 
Bet you wanna be the one on my arm 
Slow down don’t get too bold 
Try to hold me down but I’m too hot to hold 

Verse 2 

You got to know, can’t spend the night you got to go 
Sike, I’m playing cause you know I’m tryna cuddle with it 
I know it’s real when you turn into a puddle with it 
Time for bed it’s little soon 
She got big titties so I’m tryna little spoo 
And there ain’t not going back now 
She gon tell her friends how I blew her back out 
When I’m being she that she don’t lash out 
But if she do then it’s time for me to back out 

Hook x1

MAKE TIME (prod. baatchoy)

All you silly niggas tryna kick it and get close to me.
I don't know you niggas, you figured you supposed to be?
You should keep yo distance can't pretend that I uphold to these
Standards, fuck that fan shit pray for niggas like some rosaries
Bad bitch, I'm tryna get her out them hoseries
Y'all keep writing shit, can't see my pen but that's the hov in me
Got ya shorty and I'm tryna fuck her to some Jodeci
Slow I creep, potent shit is knocking so you know it's me
If her knees rocking and shit she riding Imma hit her with the Go to sleep
All you niggas mortals please step yo shit up fore you even come consort wit me
Speaking on my name, best be doing that shit cordially 
Bad bitch she courting, all these folks adoring
Wonder if it's more to see cause all you niggas boring peep

Stay on the tip of my tongue, tip of my momentum has swung
TIp of my pen but it come to life like I'm Rohan
You pose a threat but this challenge ain't meant to be win
You ain't bout shit, I'm the catalyst
Narrative writ by the winner, you kicking that average shit
My stat from the field is ridiculous my goal is to net hella profit
I'm gross with this shit and nobody can stop it
 Inertia too great, fuck what you say
Pump but you fake, stunt but you ain't Chris Angel
COnfront you may disapear
King of the Ring and you niggas won't last long
I came with the fire, I'm Kane with the mask on
Propane with the gas on, you niggas only as great as yo last song
And niggas not looking too hot
I know you mad we ain't look for your drop
Checkmate, but we not checking for you
That pain in ya chest, you looking to stop
This hit the street and it's cooking your block

King of the Ring, got it locked like I'm Sting nigga

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