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Big Bass Ting Vol 1

Kandahar

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burn (fony wallace + fifty grand + maxvon)



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Phoenix w/SECOND

in rivia. (w/ antikvng)

K1TEzzZ (feat. BRUHMANEGOD)

lyrics:
ya
i been living my life in a different color
uh
been looking at it different
they could never manage
what to do in my position
lookin in the mirror
thinking im the opposition
too afraid to scream
cuz i know god listens

but i had to let it out
pressure from a night of
broken bottles
gotta sweat it out
break another promise
i cant say that
you would never doubt
we gotta go a different way
cuz i know theres a better route

[mental breakdown]

they tryna take me out but i dont got the time for em
[x4]

[breakdown continues]

Listen

COLORS(PROD.JAMES GORCZYCA)

prod. @chase_noir

Some might say that I’m the enemy
Some might say that I’m the enemy
Some might say that I’m the enemy

It’s a fungus
Music is destructive
I ain’t out in public
Totin’ all them guns and shit

Kill for a killin’, yea
Kill for a killin’, yea
Kill for a living, yea
Now they asses not living, yea

Lie to your face
Lie to your face, yea
Lie to your face, yea
Lie to your face, yea

Lie just to make you feel alive for a second
Lie in a place, I’m finna die for the record

How you bouta let them tell you you ain’t got the gold?
Yea, I just want that guap, guap, I’m bouta sell my soul
I think we can all agree this shit is getting old

Lets go
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go

Bitch, drugs on top of drugs on top of drugs on top of more
Aye, my bitch finna top me up, my bitch finna top me up fasho
Aye, my shit is gettin hot, its gettin hot, I’m gettin cold
Get that money for them people I don’t trust and I don’t know
They gon’ fuck me out my money, they gon’ tell me I’m the goat
Yea they throwin’ up that money while I’m spinnin’ round the pole

Bitch I’m in the jag, yuh, speeding past
Make sure that I get them clicks, or get in last
Really wish that things ain’t have to work like that
Bitch I’m outta breath, they don’t deserve my last
You know I put in that work until it hurt my back
Know this shit is such a curse, want a reverse time-lapse
Couldn’t tell you all the hurt that I observed like that
Guess I’ll pop another perc and I’ll reserve my past

Some might say that I’m the enemy
Some might say that I’m the enemy
Some might say that I’m the enemy

Lets go
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go
Lets go

They say yea yea, I say nah
They don’t like, they don’t like that shit at all
Guess I’m just a pessimist cuz I be so upset with shit
And I only hate the music because I be so obsessed with it
Bitch I’m only here to talk my shit for the moment, only get one chance
And nobody tryna listen ‘less I’m killing or I do my dance
You could be the hardest, never lackin, and still shit your pants
Ain’t it really something, passing judgment at a single glance
2022 rap is a fad and all these rappers cap
I hate coming to LA cuz of all these faggots that I have to dap
They say I better censor myself or I’ll never get a deal
I swear there ain’t nothing sacred, there ain’t nothing left that’s really real
Everyone stuck in a pissing match, no they don’t really feel
I just puff my vape to get the headrush, feel it in my heels
My bro just got a 5 milli dollar deal but he gon steal from me
And I ain’t sign no NDA so I ain’t keeping shit concealed
Hahahahaha, fuck you thought it was
Ima blow you off the map, crater
See yo ass later, little stupid ass hater
Thought you was my brother, you was just an invader
At this point I only give a fuck about getting funds up
And my lil baby badder than a bitch, and I smack that dump truck
Its like 99.9% of rappers, they all dumb fucks
Even they managers be poppin pills and getting fucked up
I’m right across the street from *redacted* records with a .50 cal
I’m really killin shit, thinking bout the guap that its gon get me now
Fuckin hate this rap shit, someone dump me, someone get me out
2022 rap, shitty people making shitty sounds

2022 rap #validproclamation (prod. chase noir)

prod. @elixrrrr + @neargxx

they dont think i'm cool enough

i just hopped outta bed with the same fit on
let the feel good in, turn the lame shit off
i can get real high, i can take this fall
it's the end of all

take a week, get right
it'll save your life
and your voice still fine
if the numbers die

they must think that you pissed off or sum
you ain't ever gon stop for none
i'm playin the game, i caught the slug
you get in the way, i gotta run

i got the gold x4

you ain't on shit, don't got the role
let em live, let em sit, do it all alone
there ain't a thing like me in they bones

i just hopped outta bed with the same fit on
let the feel good in, turn the lame shit off
i can get real high, i can take this fall
it's the end of all

don't got nothing else, i gotta get this shit together
i ain't paying any mind to the pressure, it's whatever
i could talk about myself but what about you
too much money to be made to be runnin round confused

i got the gold x4

they act like they ain't feelin nothing but they feelin sum fasho
they act like they ain't hearing nothing when they pop out to the show
they ain't gon never understand, they only come around to smoke
you get the fame, then the bag, you know all of it's a joke
grip the pill and the pole, watch how long you keep a soul
yea, you in control, bitch, bought and never sold
and this shit is getting old, bitch, toss it in the hole

they don't think i'm cool enough

#livinweird (prod. elixr + near)

SHOUTOUT ICP

I own your words
I own your thoughts
On god I feel like Elon musk
In information we don’t trust
I see those guts, I beat those up
I need more rush, my feet don’t touch
The sea or mud, I eat on dust
I’m on my phone, I’ll be the cuffs
I feed the feed, I’m out of touch
I got that bag, I caught that bluff
I eat the fat, I hit that blunt
Fuck all that talk, don’t need yo lungs
That ho is stuck, empty yo cum
You know wassup, I feel so crunk
I feel so dumb, I feel no fucks
I feel so dumb, I feel no none
I feel so dumb, I feel no none

Think before I speak, uh huh
No practice ‘fore I preach, uh huh
Ion stream, I’m bumping leaks, uh huh
I’m geeked up in my seat
I’m up all night, I’m up all week, uh huh
Your sleep is for the weak, uh huh
Blue light come out my screen, uh huh
I post before I eat, uh huh

Like bitch I got that shit on me
Bitch I got that shit in me
Life too short for misery
Living on my twitter feed
I’m dmt and ketamine
Serotonin, dopamine
There really is no hope for me
But ain’t that how it’s supposed to be
The algorithm’s broken me
That’s all I got
These thoughts don’t do nothing but just stir inside the pot
Too many opinions, they just bring my brain rot
Eggs all in a basket, eventually become a
Bird brain

I own your words
I own your thoughts
On god I feel like Elon musk
In information we don’t trust
I see those guts, I beat those up
I need more rush, my feet don’t touch
The sea or mud, I eat on dust
I’m on my phone, I’ll be the cuffs
I feed the feed, I’m out of touch
I got that bag, I caught that bluff
I eat the fat, I hit that blunt
Fuck all that talk, don’t need yo lungs
That ho is stuck, empty yo cum
You know wassup, I feel so crunk
I feel so dumb, I feel no fucks
I feel so dumb, I feel no none
I feel so dumb, I feel no none

bird brain (prod. shaggy the airhead of ICP)

@ssjcxrpse
@sybyr

produced by @prodraccoonz & jconthetrack

feed the earth (ft. CXRPSE + Sybyr) (prod. raccoonz + jconthetrack)

produced by @yebutnobutye & @bnyx

i'm in the crowd, ritual is unfounded
feelin so unsound, but it ain't gettin me down
they talk the loudest, but ain't sayin it proud
i'm blockin out all the sound and it ain't gettin me down
they gon like what they like what they like what they like
they gon hate what they can't understand
they gon fight, catch a left and a right
outta spite, tryna pin and decide what i am

for myself imma bleed
in the fall, blood on the leaves
bitch i'm fading away
when i'm gone, earth gon remain
you can kneel or pray
i got a lot to give and i got a lot to take away
till my essence decay
back to the void from whence i came

they gon lie like they hearin it
eye of the pyramid, die for the ignorant
cry over spirit, disguise in a lyric
it's time for the dearest demise of your fear of it
siphon my extremities, feed to the vulture
demon of culture, fiend of exposure
dream of a better place to leave your enclosure
eat till it's over

i'm in the crowd, ritual is unfounded
feelin so unsound, but it ain't gettin me down
they talk the loudest, but ain't sayin it proud
i'm blockin out all the sound and it ain't gettin me down
they gon like what they like what they like what they like
they gon hate what they can't understand
they gon fight, catch a left and a right
outta spite, tryna pin and decide what i am

for myself imma bleed
in the fall, blood on the leaves
bitch i'm fading away
when i'm gone, earth gon remain

gift of ignorance (prod. 26girls + BNYX®)

ft @ssjcxrpse + @jamesgorczyca1
prod. @sybyr

LYRICS: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz7NLlJKF6E

lack of function (ft. CXRPSE & JAMES GORCZYCA) (prod. Landfill)

prod. @ssjcxrpse
s/o to @ytridytrid on the intro <3

desert coffin (prod. CXRPSE)

some men will fight. some die. some live by the knife.
and some by the sword of the samurai.

BUSHIDO (PROD. SOLSA)

IMMA SAY THIS CUZ IG KEEP FLAGGING ME
NO I NOT A NAZI. I'M A LOVE NAZI. 
AS IN I FORCEFULLY SPREAD MY REGIME OF LOVE

LYRICS:

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS LIKE IT’S THE HOLOCAUST
PULL UP WITH A K ON MY RIFLE THAT’S WHAT THE HOLO COST

TEACHER SAID YOU WONT BE SUCCESSFUL MAKING THOSE ANIMATIONS
SHUT YO APPLE EATING ASS UP AND DO SOME LAMINATIONS


I TEAR A PAGE OUT THE BIBLE IF I BE OUT OF PAPERS
IDLE NIGGAS WORSHIPING IDOLS PUT ACID IN YO WAFERS

PASTOR SAID YOU WONT BE SUCCESSFUL GETTING THAT BOOMING
DID I ASK YA PUSSY NIGGA YOU A HUMAN…


AND IMMA BE A STAR SOON
WAVY LIKE A,HAB HIT THAT NIGGA WITH THE HARPOON
SAVE ME I MAY, HAVE PULLED THE TRIGGA ATE SOME HARD SHROOMS
MAYBE IM FA,DED BUT I WIGGLE LIKE A CARTOON

YEAH, IIIIIII FEEL LIKE A CARTOON

I’M IN YO DEVICES
PERPETUATE YOUR VICES
IN CRISIS BUT IM THE NICEST
ALWAYS EAT YOUR FOOD WITH SPICES

PAY ATTENTION TO THE PRICES
DONT BE MADE INTO A SUCKA
YOU WONT HAVE ENOUGH FOR SUPPER
KEEP YA NUMBERS ON THE UPPER

TUPPO-WEAR EATING 
MY SEATING STEADY ON THE CARPET
I PARK IT AND THEN I SPARK IT
NO MARKETING HITTING TARGETS

I HIT LIKE GUITAR PICK
THAT STRUMMING OR LIKE DRUM
THAT BE GUNNING YOU DOWN FO FUN
I CHUCKLE AND THEN I RUN

RUN UP I DUMP IT OUT
HE WANNA THUMP IT OUT 
COKE IN A MOUNTAIN
MY BITCH GOTTA LUMP IT OUT

DONT DO NO ARGUMENTS 
PULL UP NO PARKING IT
YOU HEAR THE SOUND
WHEN MY NIGGAS IS SPARKING IT

I GOT TWO HANDS ON THAT BITCH I WONT DOUBLE BACK
I GOT THAT COOKIE IT DOUBLE WRAP

I GOT GELATO IN CUBAN TOBACCO
I POPPED A NEW BOTTLE AND BLEW OUT HER BACK HOE


I ACT LIKE A WACKO
I SPIT LIKE IM CHEWING ON YOU AND DONT KNOW WHAT
TO DO WITH THE GOO
YOU A SLIMEY ASS NIGGA YOU DRIP LIKE A GARBAGE BAG
TRY ME ILL ALWAYS PULL UP WITH A LARGER MAG

BUILT LIKE AN ARMORY
NIGGAS GOT NO CHACE OF HARMING ME
SMOKE UP A GARDEN G
I THINK IT HARDEN ME
I AM NOT HURTING MY PAIN IS TOO FAR TO SEE
BITCH IF WE KICK IT NO WAY YOU SAY NAW TO WEED


OR TO POPPING A BOTTLE
WE POP HIM HE WADDLE
I AINT NEVER DODDLE
IM KICKING THE THROTTLE
WHILE FUCKING A MODEL
I STAY AS DRAWING
YO LIFE IS NOVEL
AND MOST OF IT AWFUL

NOBODY READ   NO MORE I STAY ON THE SCREEN YOU WHORE
YOU PAY TO GET TO SEEN
YOU POOR
DONT PLAY FOR NO TEAM
IM BORED

TALKING THAT SHIT YO LIP LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE
WALK IN THAT BITCH SHOOT THE BRICKS OUT YO CASTLE
YOU ONE DEM NIGGA NOT PURSE IT’S A SATCHEL
THAT SHIT A PURSE BUT IT’S LESS OF A HASSLE

WHY IT GOT TASSELS?

WHY IT GOT TASSELS ON IT?
I WONT PASS THE CHRONIC TO YA
SUPER SONIC HOOVER
VACCUM BITCH
I PACK HER SMACKING LIPS
MY DICK ATTACK HER 
SLIP INSIDE HER BACKEND QUICK

STACKING CHIPS LIKE IT’S A PRINGLE CAN 
LET’S GET IT CRACKING BITCH NIGGA BRING IT THEN

BRING IT THEN

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS LIKE IT’S THE HOLOCAUST


BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE

BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE
BITCH IM FEELING GREAT

BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE
BITCH IM FEELING GREAT
CHOP STICK GET ATE
FUCK YO FATE
CHANGE YO FUCKING STATE

UNDER SEWER GRATES
PUT THE STOCK UP TO MY WAIST
I MAKE YOU FLIP
LIKE A CAKE
FUCK YO ZIP YO COOKIE FAKE

I TEND TO TRIP 
WHEN I BAKE
PUT TOBACCO IN MY FACE
BITCH OFF THE RIP
I BE LACED
GO OUTSIDE AND CATCH A CASE

THE PUSSY WET 
FROM THE MACE
RIOT DYING IN THE STREET
KEEP UP THE PACE
FUCK YOU SLOWING FOR WE RACING
ON OUR FEET
WE MOVE WITH HASTE


I’M AMAZED
ALL THESE NIGGAS FALLING OFF
FREE FOURTEEN 
ALL THESE OTHER RAPPERS SOFT
SPIDER GANG
CHOPPA COUGH

BITCH ON PAPER I LOOK GREATER THAN PRESIDENTS
SET PREPOSTEROUS PRECEDENTS
GOT A ROSTER OF RESONANCE COPPER?
BOTHER THE RESIDENTS PROPER
STOCKING YOUR EVIDENCE LOCKER
MEDICINE SET IN’LL STOP YOUR
HEAD IN A DROPPER
I KEEP THE LEAD IN A YAPPA
I GET TO POPPING YA TOP OR
YA LEGS AND SEVER SPIT RED 
AND I DROP YA 
DEAD AND IN HEAVEN WITH PAPA

(I WRITE TOO MANY LYRICS FOR SOUNDCLOUD TO HANDLE)

HOLOCAUST (PROD. WENDIGO/LiL CUBENSiS)

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THE @gunkrock TAPE IS COMING SOON! @wewillallrise @954edd

LYRICS:
FL.VCO:
I’ll change the weather

All come together when we sit down and look around 

Coming down 
Never going up 

Put underground 
ran out of luck

DARKIE:
i’d like
a mike and ike
cuz my blood sugar low and ill be going on a hike
outta sight like 
something you lost
it do cost, to boss
and make these niggas know you brush and do floss

take care of the in between
think they a friend of me
or they think they offending me
THEY NOT

AND IMMA RUN OFF WITH THE SHIT THAT THEY GOT
I TOLD THAT NIGGA THAT OWE ME TO PAY UP
THEY NOT 

FL.VCO & DARKIE:
I’ll change the weather

All come together when we sit down and look around 

Coming down 
Never going up 

Put underground 
ran out of luck

EDDISON:
DO YOU LIKE CEREAL? I LIKE CEREAL?

AY FUCK YOU
I DONT WANNA BE HERE IM HOMESICK
POSTED
SWINGING LIKE SIA
I JUS DROVE TO CALI IN A KIA
MOTHERFUCKER 
I DONT WANNA MOTHAFUCKIN SEE YOU MOTHERFUCKER
BITCH IM BARRED OUT
CAR CRASH BITCH IMA DIE IN IT
TAKE MY FUCKIN BACK OUT OF ALIGNMENT BITCH
BITCH IMA SHIT AND MAKE A PILE OF IT

GUNK ROCK (FT. FL.VCO & EDDISON)(PROD. WENDIGO)

video: https://youtu.be/54Td5wxNDpo

this is the soundtrack for my video "AMV"

lyrics:
i put my fingers in a fist nigga
and let em go
wasn’t even on my list nigga
but you should know
that i’m coming for you
i got that gun it need something to chew
something to eat turn your head into goo
waste time
i dont wanna waste time 
on the FaceTime
cuz i’m talking to you
put your head on a plate dine
si manificu
bitch i fucking hate you
hate you
i just wanna waste you too

(pure emotion) x4

bitch I’ve got no time for the bullshit
you just got a handgun
i got a ak with a full clip nigga
what the fuck you talking about?
if you fucking with the spider gang we 
get your ass stomped out
i will kill you!

(vocalization)

i put a nigga on game i thought i played
i thought i payed my dues i guess i aint
bitch fight for your life
bitch pick up a knife
hear screams in the night
hit you with the right left right left

(going super saiyan)

i might fuck you sideways
hit you in yo head
it might give you migraines
jumping out the coup
i be dumping like it shoot
i might thump it out with you nigga
why did you have to lie to a nigga
remember when you used to come and cry to a nigga
i remember when i used to get high witcha nigga
it’s all forgetten
he soft like cotton
he sold and boughten 
we never stopping, light

fuck fuck fuck fuck
that nigga
duck duck duck duck
that nigga

got the city on my waist
let it bang where you hang nigga

fuck that fuck that
suck up on my nut sack

whats app
how my momma talking to me

oh we crush that if you wanna
sting like a bee

make em float like a butterfly
up in the breeze

he emote and he stutter, why
he on his knees?

imma stomp that nigga out
if he basic
imma stomp that nigga out
in my asics
imma stomp that nigga out
if he racist
imma stomp that nigga out
he need lasic nigga

physical combat vibes

AMV (PROD. WENDIGO) (VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

HOW TO ROB A BANK (FT. CHRIST DILLINGER) (PROD. SOLSA)

lyrics:
DISCLAIMER: DO NOT KILL YOURSELF AND BLAME IT ON ME
THIS IS WHERE THE TAG WOULD GO IF THIS WAS A 
TRIPLESIXDELETE BEAT
SHOUTOUT MK

I CAN’T LIE
WHEN I SEE YOU ON THE INTERNET I WANT TO DIE
HOW DID GOD LET SOMETHING SO RETARDED COME ALIVE
FUCK THE WAY YOU MOVING LIKE A FRUIT FLY THAT WANT SOME PIE
GIVE IT ONE YEAR YOUR CAREER JUST WON’T SURVIVE

RUN THAT BACK
NIGGA 
RUN THAT BACK
CANT FRONT THAT PACK 
BITCH I WANT THAT BACK 
MEDITATE SO IM A 
ONE EYED FAG
BITCH YOU HAD YO SHOT
BITCH YOU HAD YO CHANCE 
GO DO THAT DANCE
GO DO PULL DOWN YO PANTS
MY DICK IN YO HANDS SO 
SUCK THAT SHIT

you gon have to go for longer i dont buss that quick
bitch touch that tip
my cock fucking up guts and busting ribs 

YES I WANT TO DIE
EVERY TIME I SEE YOU I FEEL TERRIBLE I WANT TO CRY 
I DON’T LIKE YOU RAPPERS YOU SO LAME WITH ALL THE CLOTHES YOU BUY 
I DON’T NEED TO BLOW DON’T NEED NO HOES DON’T NEED NO FORTY FIVE

YOU GON BE 45
STILL SUCKING DICK 
FOR SOME LOVE
FOR SOME CLICKS
FOR SOME BUD
WASSUP BITCH
WASSUP CUZ 

DON’T SAY SHIT 
YOU A FAKE NIGGA
THERE AINT NO CONVERSATION TO MAKE WITCHA

FUCKING 
WITH TOO MANY NIGGAS
I SHOULD DISS MYSELF OR SOMETHING

FUCK FROM AROUND ME YOU ARE CLOGGING UP THE PLUMBING

HATE FILL ME UP
ON MY SKULL IT GET TO DRUMMING

YEAH
(CHORUS)

HANGING MYSELF WITH MY PHONE CHARGER (PROD. MKULTRA)

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