The final single. Produced by Alex Cabrera.
Beat by ANT1: https://soundcloud.com/a_n_t_1

Verse 1: Ryan Kelly
It's Killah Crook
Get on my dick, faster than the Audubon, 
puffin polygons,
Mothafuckas tryna skate on me I'm just tryna get my Ollie on,
Sorry son,
I'm prolly on this shit for the grind,
Rappers tryna mimick like Mr. Mime.
So I say, Ditto, never quit though,
The icing on the cake my bank account never froze,
I went public, invested all the stuff it's, a private with a goddamn D-Day vet flow.
Although I ain't talkin animalia,
Ya talkin to ya hoe wonder why she never callin ya no more,
But she like me, her throat sore,
But for different reasons although both are,
Pertaining to bitches gropin me more,
I guess I learned the ropes or,
I said fuck it and I constructed a ladder,
Walked under it, this shit for blacks,
Mothafucka I am dark matter,
Black magic, when I'm rappin.
But rappin lames fuckin baskin in my light,
Capitalize on this shit cause I'm only talkin bout I,
I'm hashin out lies
Ya tellin lies,
While I'm lyin down with ya girl,
Never doubt I, will humanize,
Ya flow yeah I'll bring it back down to earth,
Holier than thou attitude mothafuckas bringin me myrh,
Singin me first,
 "We don't play around,"
My dogs got my back like we in homeward bound,
And the ladies meow cause bitch I'm in the god damn game now,
Pound for pound, I'm the dog that you tryna take home,
Mothafuckas bragging cause they faggot songs on an iPhone.
Bitch I'm doin it big, I stick, a middle finger up to the haters tell 'em  I'm home,
Maybe though one day be playin on the radio,
But fuck it if I don't still got girls askin me to sadi though,
Tryna dance slow, 
While my pants low,
Yo, approximately yea-high,
Down to my ankles while my goddamn high head be in the sky, I,
Roll my own shit, write my own shit,
Spit acidic, while lames is climbing over walls like they trainin in basic,
Ya gotta face it,
The game be infants who can't tie they own laces, 
While I'm Rockin shoes they can't afford, can't pull off,
They wastin they time 300 shit they can't hold off,
My god flow, yeah I came and I saw,
Then I conquered these soft ass fucks arms up like I'm Adolf,
But bitch my dick soft in the same spot,
I been for years but now peers know to lose track of my name not.
The tape drops and the world take notice,
Showin those who hate that this green I be blowin, 
Be the loud, like you play my songs on the low,
While you high tryna give me high fives now.

Verse 2: Bruce Li
Before I spit you can feel how humid it's getting
They say my head is in the clouds they must be cumulonimbus
The storm is brewing up in this bitch bout to chew up and spit this 
All helter skelter Storm shelter doors blew off the hinges
They fucking knew I'm the sickest I give em rheumatic symptoms 
Sit in the doctors office coughing Soon you're losing your senses,
Like goddamn, this chemical warfare
Sun Tzu in my mind from China wasn't even born there
Still working for mine, already tryna take your share,
Jet black coarse hair, like the Barbary corsairs
The pen's the sword when I write is what I'm tryna say
Shit I mean I torrent my idols off of Pirate Bay
And you may, think I'm just wishing for their position 
But one day I can picture them finished up on my hit list
Rap game bounty hunter when you hear the sound of thunder
Face it even if you hate it rated's what they found me under
But overachieving guess I'm being paradoxical 
Cuz ppl always telling me my shit is either hot or cold
I wanna be rocking flows across the globe not at home
I gotta go, if you don't fucking love it then you must be kinda slow, 
After the Reign, ill be waiting for  the pot of gold
Clincially insane, Heath showed me that it's not a joke
Not kidding when I spit this my shit is Arkham asylum
Writing from day to night if it's getting dark I'll enlighten
Lot of these bitches love to bark but dont bite and
I'm Saint Bernard with these iambs
Big dog ya regardless where I am
Readily let em see the pedigree go hard to remind em
That if they fucking with this shit then go press start then rewind it
The beats hard probly suffering from the rigamortus
And the studio ain't big enough to stuff in all the corpses
Force em to the fucking morgue before I truck em with a fork lift
No remorse it's why I give a warning for I start recording
ROT spell it out because we'll rot in hell
Fine with me cant wait for the stories Biggie and Pac would tell
You may think the way I'm dropping names is fucking blasphemous
But I'm hotter than the flames Olympic Games the torch they passing it 
And if not then I'm grabbing it, fuck passive aggressive
Yeah I'm past the point of passing up my passion for a pension, I should mention that I'm
Never gonna be the one to make you wanna laugh
But they stand up hands up every time I rap
Tell em run it back on the motherfucking track
Hear me gasp cuz I can't breathe when I rap fast
As a matter of fact, I can rap fast or rap slow,
An asshole Luke Yacko, don't plan on coming back home
If I get cash like I passed go Talking bout monopoly,
Read my own fortune and it looks like I'll be profiting
Just playing in this game to renovate abandoned property 
Let that sink in take a drink and let me end this properly
Yeah let me end this properly

The Misadventures Of Killah Crook & Luke Yacko (prod. ANT1)

Reign of Terror in your area. Spread the word if you get this shit. Follow us on Twitter @ReignofTerror

Lyrics:
Reign of terror in your area,
Causing mass hysteria

Verse 1 (Bruce Li):
They say penny for your thoughts, it’s more expensive when I'm pensive, 
Plenty of scents, the smell of success what I'm sensing.
Better pen a check to spend before I lend more than a sentence 
Yes relentless, of course cuz when I pen I'm winning pennants. 
Never penance, this court is giving innocents the sentence
And the fortune’s for the bold, so apprehend the apprehensive.
Try to defend it, I'm a killer check forensics
Well I guess that’s my intention, dead presidential incentives.
Get the message? Yes they best inaugurate the kid,
A lot of greats are dead so I would contemplate instead
What I got at stake I won't mistake the thoughts up in my head,
I will not delay I’ll make the world acknowledge words I said.
Precocious with the flow you couldn't notice when I wrote this
But then I spoke this and put the world underneath my hypnosis,
With the ticking of the pendulum, pay critics no attention cuz I make em stick it up I'm sick as fuck they never bend a thumb,
But if they do then i dismember em.
Now the beat is getting numb,
Fuck em with flow and when I'm done I make December come.
Spit it wish you comprehend it,
Yes I'm the beginning and the finish, so I indent then end it.

Chorus:
If you don’t get my shit, well shit…Then gon run that shit back, gon run that shit back
Every time that I rap each line, have to tap rewind, that’s a fact, 
Gon run that shit back (x5)
Every time that I rap each line have to tap rewind, that’s a fact,
Gon run that shit back

Verse 2 (Ryan Kelly):
My words come off the paper like a pop-up,
Wicked stiff lips to the kids your damn sons and ya daughters,
Bringing rap back to all the boys and girls,
From teeny boppers to the coppers and the ones with the curls.
Comin up fast like hurl, reachin quick for the porcelain,
Cause more dro and more jack proceeds to give me more spins.
So get, riled up, cause my mad dough piling up,
The final resting place of prezzies worth a mothafucking milli yup.
Kick the cuff rocking skinny things tight on my nuts,
Shooting up silly string fucking snow on the bluff.
Tux and tie black on white getting jiggy with the junk,
Spitting ten millie words with subs bumping in the trunk.
It's the bad boy on the track,
The bad kid stealing all your toys on the track,
The only kid to kick it like Freud on the track,
Flip your channel back I'm repping white noise no black,
No, Miss Mary Mack,
With the, most beef rapped since the motherfucking BIG Mac,
Bust gats smack ass through a plug in my damn Mac,
While a bitch blowing me down like a motherfucking stick stack.

Chorus


Emperor's New Clothes (Demo)

We don't play around. Follow us on twitter @ReignofTerror

Lyrics:
Reign of Terror in your area

Chorus:
Always in the game we never play,
Yeah we don’t play,
We don’t play around,
Shit’s real but I’m only around.
(x2)

Verse 1 (Ryan Kelly):
Cause I - told my mom I had to get the fuck out, 
And I - tucked the stuff under my dick and rebound,
-Ed, to the days watchin Ed n Eddy, 
curry kickin back, turnin chickens n' the veggies.
Now I'm back home lightin bowls in a rove,
Spit like Hov, J-E I'm the damn pope,
Layin back blowin green, Holy Guacemole,
White smoke, Blowing O, I'm a G, By the OZ,
Sneakin windows, from the age of thirteen,
Just to spin it back on the damn 360.
I passed up on the life, Getting fucked up every night,
Chillin fuckin high cause I'm shy,
RK, some say, some call me Killah,
Kicking lines from my room in the fuckin cellar,
To pay for a Big home, 
and the Benz with the chrome,
No loans, silver gold,
Like I'm chillin in the North Pole,
In the Yukon till I get a,
Bitch blowin me cause she think I'm Mac Miller,
Millions, of fans to fund my billions,
Who listen to me even if they don't dig the medium.
Killin thugs, while I'm shittin on a beat,
A belly full of tums, tunes bumpin in the back seat.
Can't see me, at least you'll see me,
Chillin many days killin time in a G3,
Killin it like Wayne in the days of the Threepeat,
The new wave out with the old layin D-3, R2,
First place talkin first person like Doom,
Writin verses since my days swerving as a youth.
Seein through, weak rhymes,
I'm in the booth cussin lines and bustin nines. 
I bust it back round like the wheels on the bus,
Shinin bright the stray diamond in the damn rough.

(Chorus)
I don’t really care bout what you say,
Or what you don’t say,
Fuck it you can say it loud,
Even if you say it loud,
Don’t matter you don’t make a sound.
(x2)

Verse 2 (Bruce Li):
I go harder than the rest of em,
You hardly interesting,
I got bars that's why my reception excellent.
Raise bars, I'm flexing,
You lethargic resting,
Just started already one of the best of em.
Pull up at parties ain't even on the guest list,
But since I'm charming darling show me where the entrance is.
Getting festive, garlands round my neck,
Bacardi? No, atari cartridge instead.
The Charles to gnarls Barkley 
Balling like crazy,
Rockin like Bambaataa in the eighties.
We spitting on the daily,
ain't shit that you gonna do that's going to amaze me,
Can you blame me when im amazing.
But you thinking you're the best as far as you know
Well listen to my shit and tell me something more factual,
I'll have you know I'm rapping so immaculate I'll lap you on the track you know I'm fast you slow your shit is fuckin laughable.
Slice and dice the track explode, irrational as McEnroe
I'll rap until my gaskets blow and the fucking casket close.
Reign of terror in your area bringing the fucking ruckus,
Dropping the hammer nobody can touch us.
And I carved my new verse with a switchblade,
Heads turn every which way, Looking out for the mixtape.
Yeah I said I carved my new verse with a switchblade,
Heads turn every which way, Looking out for the mixtape, 
Reign of Terror


Playin Round

It's time to wake up. Third single from Reign of Terror, produced by Alex Cabrera.

Lyrics

Verse 1 (Ryan Kelly):
I'm restin, my eyelids heavy,
The roach rolled up, I spit good and plenty,
They ask me if I'm gone and I tell em just semi,
Still bouncin off the top fuck the smell that I'm scenting,
Stayin laid back, bustin freestyles when I'm heady,
Sleepin on me so I got the mothafuckin money hidden,
Sheets of paper rolled in my mothafuckin denims,
Still dreamin of the day I wake up and I forget it.
I say I'm in it, and she with it, but I don't care,
If the bitch don't get it yo that's not why I'm here,
Wish list for Reign but have you been a good boy,
I say not i'm the bad kid stealin all ya toys,
See it's the white night, A bright light cause I'm lit,
They rollin round up in they bed I'm rollin green up like the Grinch,
They sleep the night away just waitin for a track,
They sleepin on me that's just cause I'm carryin a gat bitch,
Two steps forward, and one step back ten,
Steps to the left, in the right direction,
I'm the best way, 
layin rappers lifeless in they death bed,
90s baby, old school obsession,
Leave the damn critics fuckin impressed when,
I hypnotize, put stars in their contacts n',
I leave 'em blinkin, like they fallin asleep,
Countin sheep, I'm the wolf you're the boy who cried R. Kelly,
Assess my dress see I'm that fresh,
Writin raps in the back trashed at my class desk,
For the outlet, yeah to get my shit out,
Not for cash dog I got stacks under my mattress.

Bridge:
I been doing this for like a minute am I getting it?
Why these people acting like somebody gave em sedatives?
So I'm like whoa
They sleeping on me
So I'm like whoa
They sleeping on me
So it's time to wake em up
My mind keep racing yeah these songs I'm tryna make em all
And if you be hating well I guess you need a wake up call
So Im like whoa
They sleeping on me
An I'm like whoa
They sleeping on me
So it's time to wake em up

Chorus:
They sleeping on me, what (x4)
So it's time to wake em up

Verse 2 (Bruce Li):
Now there's something bout the way that I rock on the beat, 
People say it's dreamy but believe me do not go to sleep,
Obviously, these insomniacs are fond of rap,
Midnight in the Pontiac Bonneville hop in the seat 
Ride until no gas left, feeling like some Aztecs,
Waiting for the sun, when I'm done it's an apocalypse scene
Like the fucking mayans; When im rhyming I'm god of mc's
Gimme props but do the opposite and just drop to your knees.
People sleeping on me and its awkward to me, like quit the gossiping please
Shit are you talking to me? If you play that card then you're just fowl crossing the street
Joke is you aint even have the skills to be copyin me
I'm the cock making dime a dozen birds flock from the scene, 
Honestly you ain't doing shit like an ostrich's wing.
But I fly the coop and I flip the bird,
Every time I spit these words, friends sayin my shit's absurd,
Parents say im getting worse.
While you catching Z's I make a masterpiece,
Ryan's tryna pass the weed, I'm not tryna have it see,
I do this shit casually but actually a rapping beast, 
He say it's some crazy stuff, I say my mind crazy enough,
Staying up late nights so I be sleep deprived,
Ya I'm feeling hungry so I'm telling you to feast your eyes, you can have a piece of my recent rhymes,
Looking for some peace of mind,
Offering me help well I can only kindly decline.
Sometimes I feel highly delusional 
When I get secluded intuitive feeling musical,
4 a.m. I'm spewing coal this mic is like my crucible,
Man this rap shits got me rethinking my futures goals

(Bridge)
(Chorus)
I been doing this for like a minute am I getting it?
Why these people acting like somebody gave em sedatives?
So I'm like whoa


Melatone

It's all good. Produced by Alex Cabrera

Lyrics

Bridge:
They tell me that it's, all good, but it ain't all good, 
Been stayin up day and night tryna get it like I should.
When the crib's hot, can't be blowin up the spot,
So I be blowin up alone all alone like i was taught.
That it's, it's all good, but it ain't all good, 
Been stayin up day and night tryna get it like I should.
Lord knows, where my road,
Be goin these days I'm just tryna make it home.

Chorus:
I just wanna do me but I don't know what that means man I'm still trying to see (uh-oh, uh-oh)
I just wanna be, what I wanna be, but what I wanna be? (uh-oh, uh-oh)
I'm up all night, tryin to get it right, listen what I said (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Yeah I'm tryin to figure out the bigger picture in my head (uh-oh, uh-oh)

Verse 1 (Bruce Li):
People hear me rapping and they like oh shit I never knew
Remind me of so and so except my flow is wetter too,
Mouth just like the letter u cheddar mozarella too
In other words I'm cheesing and fiending for revenue
Fiending for the green my main concern I'm like an herbivore and burning through these papers spitting shit you never heard before
Elevate my mind my friends are saying that's what herbs are for
But I keep dropping fly shit like isn't that what birds are for
Speaking of rapping I don't really fit the description
Just a little bit different cuz of the way my pigment isn't
What you'd expect if you imagine like the rapping type see nowadays it's black and white
And I'm so done you don't want no coke or sprite
I'm a mellow yellow fellow when I hold the mic
Probly won't ever hear me playing on ur radio not poppy enough
But shit I'm poppy like they say I'm dope
Drugs and bitches two things that I never rap about
Leave it for these dudes who can't rap that's what they brag about
Can't see any competition tell ur friends to ask around
And in the meantime I kill these tracks and bring the casket out
Sleeping on me go ahead run and keep going to bed
They don't love it cuz the punches go over they heads
Your punch lines too easy only dumb bitches opening legs
But I play it smart I'm still winning cuz I'm knowing the spread
Damn don't expect you to get it at first listen
Press rewind converting em like this was a church mission
Ground breaking say the earth shifting
And we popping champagne and hand shaking once my verse finish

(Chorus)

Verse 2 (Ryan Kelly):
I been, burpin up lines since I was ready to die, 
With my mama in my mind tellin me to clean up my life.
But it's all good, it's all good, I understood, 
That if a time came I would fuck it up good.
There's always duckin in the hood, so I start early, stay alert,
Got the game on lock but the block with a thirst, reppin,
Beast coast, an ATLien can spin it like the worst, 
Of em in the big apple tree kickin up dirt. 
Zone 6, notorious, the life after a hearse, 
Alone puffin Buddhists, 
while my crew is dispersed,
The truest first, while I'm rockin old school blue converse,
New Vans they got new fans buyin shirts. 
Promising good rhymes but they dissimulatin,
Yeah, like a bitch with a spray tan, 
I keep it a-hunned GA always doin it for the homies out makin cake in Macon. 
Principal Lee cracked at me cause my desk sat free,
Now school's out bitch and all I do is spit backseats. 
RoT in ya conglomerate at hundred degrees, 
Goin only moderate like we jumping in 3s.
Snake-skin pattern on the heel and the toes, 
Things been sunny since they bumpin me,
Snake-skin pattern on the heel, here goes,
High tops flyer than Da Vinci.
I got them wishing,
For a tip or a chance,
To tell me I'm the best in the goddamn game.
Got them wishing,
To get in my pants,
To tell me I'm the best and I deserve the fame but -

Chorus (x2)
They tell me that it's, all good, but it ain't all good, 
Been stayin up day and night tryna get it like I should.
When the crib's hot, can't be blowin up the spot,
So I be blowin up alone all alone like i was taught.
That it's, it's all good, but it ain't all good, 
Been stayin up day and night tryna get it like I should.
Lord knows, where my road,
Be goin these days I'm just tryna make it home.


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