⚠️⚠️ AMBER ALERT  ⚠️⚠️ BUMP MY MUSIC FIVE TIMES OR YOUR MOM WON'T STOP SMOKING CRACK 💀🔥🥕🙏🐭🧀

Love that i found this years ago... its always fun to hear the bops back in 2016

i hope to meet you and chris someday to eat snacks. i'm good at eating ramen and junk food tbh

Why do all the good artists end up stopping ;-;

Certified Boof Classic, it doesn’t get better than this tbh

Godly

first verse- me
second verse- https://soundcloud.com/chriswrightotj
produced by https://soundcloud.com/kamijoi and https://soundcloud.com/sunglessessystem
mixed/mastered by Dan Brown

boof lyrics:

Hot dog, I know some cold cats 
In your fridge you got cold cuts but no raps, so sad 
You ain't hungry like me I steady starve 
I keep the burner around like messy marv 
Honestly though, young boof lies a lot
No one wants a decent human being on there iPod 
Maybe a zune or a hit clip 
I know a ghetto chick that holds her hair up with a chip clip 
I'm like, your noodle ain't a bag of bugles 
And if you outta cheddar doodles then it's later boo boo 
I only liked her for the snacks in her cabinet
without variety packs the shawty average
If you got sour cream and onion you get railed quick 
But you ain't gettin shit with those kale chips 

She don't get why all I thinks about
snacks and raps and raps and snacks
She don't get why all I cares about 
Snacks and raps and raps and snacks

chris lyrics:

tallahassee
lassy sassy
juicey juice
thousand island dressing
idk the rest rap genius it

this goes to those who keep the variety packs AND the family size bags on deck when i see u imma kiss u

snack rap feat. chris wright ((prod. ninjoi. x サングラスSYSTEM))

Produced by Tranquis
Check out his page here:
https://soundcloud.com/tranquis

Music video dropping 8-28 at
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCP0uc4ngm32omHjBRotvYGA

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PC: Forest Dempsey

Perspectives (prod. Tranquis)

Produced and Mixed by @ibr

Gang Vocals by @offthejump Mens Choir 

Lyrics:

Young Boof been gettin money
Young Boof been gettin guap
Young Boof been makin paper but 
I give it to my baby moms

my ex takes my checks and my Chex mix 
and if I don't pay the damn wretch I get arrested
I bought a Nesquick with the dollar that she left me
they ran out of chocolate so I had to get the strawburry
had to sell my old house man I had a pool
my new apartment haunted homie I aint tryna gab a ghoul
use my jeans pockets, to heat my hot pockets
I pick pocket goth kids at the hot topic
collect box tops, I'm tryna cash em in
I'll be saying pass the gin til its time to pack it in
it's happenin, I've turned into a fat jabroni
all because a homie gotta pay his alimony
she filed divorce, sweatin me for child support
I'm chuggin puddin by the quart to fix my broken heart
I got 33 dollars in my bank account
but act like a baller for my kids when I take them out

I'm a single dad, sad, eating Kraft singles
hand in the can when I'm tryna grab the last pringle
jerkin off, drinkin, wearin birkernstocks
lookin for some sugar from the grannies at the burger spot
divorced boof brought a date to a porn shoot
we ate mu shu pork then I fucked her in a morph suit
poor dude readin du fu in the bathroom
face by the glory hole blowin like a bassoon
gotta make a couple bucks where I can
leavin snacks for the hobos that fuck in my van
buy my overalls at Costco lookin pretty boss though
feelin like my lifes at a crossroads
hot loads hit my face like a Mack truck
just another sad fuck with some bad luck
toaster in the bath tub, dead in the water
I wonder who will find me, my son or my daughter

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255

prod. Ibrahim

she left me for my personal trainer (prod. Ibrahim)

feat. @yori_beats
prod. @btmkr3000
mixed by @ibr
covert art by @chriswrightotj

N/A feat. Yori

prod. https://soundcloud.com/xmittens
verse 1 https://soundcloud.com/buddhaheis
verse 2 https://soundcloud.com/atlas
master https://soundcloud.com/nyodus
photo the legendary Jcammack

Buddha x atlas x Mittensさん - tooeloquent

@atlas
@miraa on the beat
@joncraps on the mixing and editing

why do i sound like a dude that just needs a hug
why am i so unscrewed why does dude need a lug
i guess that's what happens when you're betrayed by people you love
emotions under the rug
gettin' good at that, gettin' way too good at that 
i just bottle shit up 
like my favorite cognac, yo fuck that
hold me back, mic me up
yo let me flow this wack ass shit i wrote 
and recently, my mental is so iraq
i've trippin' for several seasons
tip-toein' and avoidin' all these lego pieces
metaphorically, of course, but Atlas
tell me where i belong in this almanac
like, my girlfriend fuckin' hates me, my dad doesn't talk to me yo
i've been gettin' lost in like all of the sauce in the bowl but
yo i don't know whats up with that

shits bad but it'll only feel worse 
when your stuck inside focusin' on nothin' but your curses
gotta find a way to break the negativity 
cuz life is fuckin' tough but your tougher you gotta just believe it
shits bad and it'll never hurt less
if you're layin here obsessin over everything your stressin' about 
gotta find a method to break the cycle
gotta find a method to break the cycle, before it eats you alive

why do i plug a message in every song that only you could possibly understand 
and the worst part is you don't listen to them
and i know you already moved on and that's what's killin' me 
actually, it's how you did it so seemlessly yo
you know i dont even feel like an artist anymore
it's like at best im a fuckin' comformist with just my thoughts on record
i think this life is just a type-o
i've been feelin' mad psycho yo you gotta break that cycle phe 
but honestly dawg, i don't think it's even up to me
and if it was, i don't know what i would change
it's just, it fucks with me yo 
and i really wanted to end on a positive note but
but it's gettin hard like when i'm constantly hit with these monsterous blows
it's so monotonous and slow and, shitty
and i truly don't know what's up with that

shits bad but it'll only feel worse 
when your stuck inside focusin' on nothin' but your curses
gotta find a way to break the negativity 
cuz life is fuckin' tough but your tougher you gotta just believe it
shits bad and it'll never hurt less
if you're layin here obsessin over everything your stressin' about 
gotta find a method to break the cycle
gotta find a method to break the cycle, before it eats you alive

break the cycle w/ atlas (prod. miraa)

edited out intro for pt. 2 and cut and added things

atlas- wordsmith (both parts)

Verqoh - Moody All Day (prod. Jrd)

prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. me

Lyrics:
I wouldn't mind dissappearing right about now/
and try to steer towards the sea to drown this strident sound out/ 
two-wheel driving on the upperside of anxious to the final stage/
while staring at the acid rain that's eating at the wiper blades/
fall out hyperspace and drift into a gas giant/
try to blame the type of plane but truth is I'm a bad pilot/ 
ads hyping sales on intimate lines/ 
half off uncomfortable sensations for a limited time/
a free involuntary twitch comes with the panic I feel/
I let my car blink in the ditch until my hands reappear/
you could say I fear it, disappear in act I, the stage is set/
worries worn to specifcations that the tailor met/ 
it says to break the glass in case of uncertainty/
the world will melt into nothing at one little button, I just have to turn the key/
see, I felt the pressure that bubbled, I know that I shouldn't have locked my knees/
I think it's stupid I told you stay calm, that's just hypocrisy/ 

There's no point in me wiping the mud off/ 
without the aplomb, my dreams are subpar, I'm in a dust storm/
while she plays a guitar and hums a love song/ 
about to see her then I wake up on a belt, leading to a buzzsaw/ 
stay to watch me melt down to fluids, stressing out, focused/
on the mouth of madness and it's chewing with its mouth open/
eyes closing, recalibrate the visor on me/
I'm heartbroken, just a valet for white Ferraris/
too panicked but it's my fault, alright I'm sorry/
see my anxiety and my calmness in a fight for glory/
prepping the white hot forks for the cold slab of meat/
keep feet kicked up in this same old atrophy/
in a taxi seat I'm making a getaway quick, in a minute I'm getting up out/ 
of the panic attack in a masterful act of defense with a method pretending I'm fine/ 
I think that I figured the minimal stress level out, settled down/
into the mouth of a blender, king panic attack, metal crown/

Blood, Dust, & Moonlight (prod. ibrahim)

feat. @chriswrightotj and @toccimc
add vocals. @atwoodotj
prod. @ibr
mix. @ibr
art. me


Lyrics:
Headhaunter

Let the door rust off the hinges, shake the droplets off/
then fall asleep to the sounds of wailing sirens and those barking dogs/
I couldn't know that marked a box, droplets of blood on her polka dots/
had to replace that soaked red bandage, out a phantasm I broke the locks/
dead language bargains, dust-swept chasms, parking lots/
illusions shatter and coat the car, swerve off cliffs, land on the rocks/
carbon monoxide exhaust, lost for a long time I walked/
through oblong doorways in a post-apocalyptic honor system/
jungle rotten frostbit king, I talk in automated responses/ 
all withdrawals are taken out wasp nests, debit cards are veiled in thick cobwebs/
no contest, watch the flakes of ash out the window/
see the shapes amass shouting signals, ain't no way to back down and dip out/
the trap door, take out the hacksaw, act four, director says action/
I'm back on set, wide angle lens, see the lights flash on with the cameras, wait, hang on/
this is a trick, misdiagnosis and mysteries go hand in hand/
we step on permafrost, my world's the wrong side up with barren land/

Chris Wright & Atwood

I have a hard Time telling
Can’t get higher like a felon
Broke boy dreams what I’m selling
No take backs like yo girl
Don’t take shots with a pellet
My sound kinda like a relic
Never there for you but you felt it
Take a little step in my world

Tocci

Milly Rock then I roll like Elvis
Bitch clean yallssmell like shellfish
jawline clean I just can't help it
Kill the show we man we cant help it
every second is another selfie from a groupie bitch trying to hop a ride
but they hiding gas money acting like everythings always free in life
Bitch get off
Talking bout these copycats
I'm more focus where the fuck my socks are at
Got bed head with the jew fro
keep the time like hugo
Bitch get off where you when roaches were in my cereal
Now these roaches acting all cheerio
leaving roaches all on my centerfold

My World (ft. Chris Wright & Tocci)

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