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Greatest Story Never Told feat. Jaxson

paper pushin
my bank account got a lot cushion
my ankle weak, but i run it until i get my foot in
my Lou slugger be splitting up your banana pudding
my itchy fingers my sticky finger from weed i put in
the blunt i smoke with the rappers that are surrounding me
you can be my neighbore still classified out of town to me
i don’t give a fuck bout the movement - you still clown to me
even laying down, aint no way you be looking down on me
midget with a ladder, I’m dwarfing the competition 
from a stand point level that gonna be raising my opposition
im a fucking boss - even as a damn associate
you get fucking tossed - if you dare your mouth to open it
jackson got my back, 
guess I will attack
yes ill kill, in fact, 
then ill steal the stack
flip it acrobac
make a couple racks
hustler with the vision - with ambition like 50 cent is
you the opposite end - where my pen is
ball sucker - play tennis and lick the pen-is
is it ok that i pay you in rolls of pennies
the blunts we smoking resemble those rolls of pennies
now come here baby, come gag on your rolled up panties
she drop - descend it 
she arch it and bend it
she like to feel out of control
she do what demanded
she submissive in the role
and i know how to handle
likes to feel a little burn
with the wax from a candle
my progression accelerates every session I’m in
i bought a ticket to your show so i can drop a bomb in
fuck the money, I’m hungry I’m eating packs of ramen
the man is different, the myth the legend, we not in common
grounds in boston - as exhausting as some scottish accent constantly be talking nonsense
honestly you make me nauseous
ill just say prepare with cautious
yellow tape is on deck - to -  isolate the corpses
always go against the forces
your more force - than a frozen faucet
coming with a drip - pause it
aiming for a hit - toss it
let me get a grip - call it!
swing’ll never miss - caught it!
jaxson with the dunk ? Lob it
i aint even sweating - shit he better with the balling
either way you know we play the game just like a fucking problem
yeah the bottom temporary - we aint staying were we started
see the goal is legendary - thru all the demons i done fought em
now its time to pave the way - tell all the homies that i got em !!!

Paper Pushin

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the witching hours upon me
and on me, i got a bottle to pour me
just to calm me
I’m wilding
I’m talking crazy
the thoughts are piling angry
im burnin L after L
in the hopes that blunt could save me
I’m, not taking loses
a boss - who truly be flossing
got a - devil grin when recording inside my office
im a, artist trapped in a body stuck in a 9 to closin
a - daughter growing, I’m moving - she staying focused
you seem to worry don’t worry bout me, ill make it
you strip me of everything that’s worth taking
you still won’t see me naked
still got a trick up my sleeve like the great magician do
 - cloud of smoke , i just disappear like invisible
please watch over my brother
i hear my sister praying
the view is different up here
i can hear my sister saying
a decade later my daughters aunt is a spirit
like a diamond in the sky - like the lullaby lilys hearing
ugh
- the witches powers evolving
the cauldron, filled with some goons and some goblins
where the belonging
I’m back to the drawing board like i am after every song when
im crawling out of the darkness to polish forgotten coffin
like, you come to worship, i turn my fans into zombies
they be, down for the cause they be coming like kamikazs
talking, nose diving and causing chaos with bodies
we the bomb. com a domain made by a group of saudis
sorry not sorry -  suck a dick or just get the nut
i got a shoulder to cry on next to the rifle butt
you got some bumps and some bruises you better ice em up
the dick is deep in that pussy wish i could give a fuck -

whoa
came at me wrong had to handle it
whoa
standing in a circle with a candle lit
whoa
demon on my shoulder, where the angel at
whoa
i can feel the fire, need to channel that

Type Beat Summer

The Witching Hour

J.I.D x bas x boogie type beat precision by GMP


sober thoughts
from a empty of bottle rant
put it down, god i cant
got a can of Heineken again
got the pot, no pan, its hot
no vent no fan need to open
maybe just a crack of the window
baby this wax get a candle
all about my numbers like bingo
number one in the air like disco
I’m phantom, no, this shit was never random
that brandon
been a star since the star spangle banner
damn right ill trample
any tramp with a stamp
quick stomp, to any body who don’t think to show manners 
quick like snapping with the fingers
quick like a crack with a slugger
quiet little bugger
games over crowded, i don’t really like clutter
life is a bitch, just depends how you fuck her
me i do the rough raw shit
caution
car-less but she ride my dick, till she car sick
she don’t give a ball lick
i don’t give an allergy frolic
through a fucking flower field full of pollen
fuck what you call it
melancholic
my emotions up and down
like a low rider, car but the car gets
souped up with the hydraulics
out the window, be the chronic

yeah i like to smoke my weed, bitch
yeah she, yeah she, gonna take D, bitch
come against me, guarantee you bleed, bitch
how you gonna feel, when you feel defeat, bitch

winning while I’m grinning
been this way since the beginning
balling like the last inning final minutes
pose for the photo need an image
rose to the top like a fitted
mouth be explicit
tell ya go to hell i don’t mean just to visit
ill do it myself, hold still don’t fidget
gotta go big like the heart of midget
gotta go a little harder than what lifes been given
preach
say i feel off way back, back when? back then? 
thats a reach
must of popped your shoulder out the socket
maybe should of stretched before you started
maybe should picked a better target
one that isn’t ready the battle
one that was raised up from the gravel
baby with a microphone mic for a rattle
being spoon fed apple, mmm
middle finger high
when I’m waving out hi
when I’m waving out bye
be the same finger
go to work high
and within a little time
imma be up on the rise
where the pays bigger
i don’t know why
but i feel like butterfly
even though as catapillar
i was all sinner
i feel like can fly
right now
aint no body bring a high this high down
i aint no zipper

yeah i like to smoke my weed, bitch
yeah she, yeah she, gonna take D, bitch
come against me, guarantee you bleed, bitch
how you gonna feel, when you feel defeat, bitch

Sober Thoughts

calling me number one
mean you a runner up
meaning 2
I’m at your local pub
and I’m turning up
where is you
so far behind, i forget its even you
take your time, we all good
superman walked out the booth
is that bird or a plane
or a brain with a plan -  to dominate the knowledge
thats the future man, and he came with a cane
like he already came with mileage
but that cane aint candy cane
but can and will be used for damage
and i may be sane in the brain
but to know Insane's a disadvantage
I’m just saying i aint playing less the pot is worth the taking
cause my life is on the line i can’t afford mistakes for making
i had friends but we don’t talk maybe cause i caught em faking
telling me your on my side ill tell you now shut up and save it, save it
i aint never need that/
i bleed rap
heard that
word that
where the bird at?
that middle finger high like it just took a puff of a blue wrap, with the purp wrapped
gonna stop me -  better curb that in a ford truck- 
broken down dead need to burn that
i let it be heard like record that
kill a track guilt free abort that
I’m waiting at your door -  like a door mat
with a bat -  not a gat - need to calm bat
I’m ready for the war like combat
I’m bout to make it burn like Pompeii
ill ride till i die no valet
ill die then ill ride to the god place
in the sky with priv - ate pa - lace
sipping that wine from fin-est cha-lice

damn i need to breathe
i remember my teacher telling me damn you need to read
its now or never, and now that here ill never leave
Keep it going until the day that i R.I.P
i be like, 
yeah, yeah - yeah i believe
that ill turn all of those doubts into a vision they can see
take the thrown, flip it upside down until its vacancy
and ill sit up on that bitch until the day I R.I.P
Guarantee

I.R.I.P.

i got paranoia
paranoid annoyance
i hear demon voices
saying drink the poison
take me on voyage
no need avoid it
my biggest fear
is that i will i enjoy it

i aint no nostradumas 
but i can sense a lie in a promise
i can fend off - herds of giants
walk away,  not hurt, not tired
yeah you rap - i rap - not alike though
you bark - i bark - i bite though
you suck - them facts - thats hype bro
i shine  - on top - like a light bulb
always got an idea, in the cranium
outerspace in my brain, like an alien
gotta go with the one spontaneous
cause every other rapper miscellaneous
and I’m ready for the beef like I’m sitting at the table in my thinking chair
with the silverware
everything but a silver spoon
is in this room for the meal prepared

yeah i think its time i make a move - echo
have you ever seen a dream come true? - echo
i would risk it all just for the view - echo
but imma have it all before - you - echo

shit i even got a fire for the cooking
windows boarded, can’t no body even look in
come against me - you can try but you wouldn’t
yeah i wish a bitch would like he wooden
tried to do what i do but you couldn’t
walk a mile  - in my shoe, put your foot in
can’t stop,  got a lot of work to put in 
na bill, I’m good, no pudding
imma sleep when I’m dead on my deathbed
waking up in hell, getting head from a methhead
she thinks I’m dope. can’t blame her
can’t blow up her spot, don’t name her
these bitches be wild, trying to jack me
try to take my style -  not likely
i rap - you rap - not like me
your real - I’m fake - thats capping
i don’t show you trust
i come with a bust
like i came with a nut
got the gang in the bus
with the drank in the cup
and they all play rough
try to fuck each other up
weed in the blunt
cause the guts in the dutch
got dumped in a cup
now we all feel fucked
taking shots like a fucking centre with a puck
feel i gotta pop off  - what i got tucked
motha fuck


i got paranoia
paranoid annoyance
i hear demon voices
saying drink the poison
take me on voyage
no need avoid it
my biggest fear
is that i will i enjoy it
 


 i can be - cancer petty
my hands are ready
to grab machetes
swing at anybody
I’m a beat killer - be a killer B
when that aim steady
deadeye deadly - 
see you at the night -  like i am Freddy
your be gonna be toast - i am jelly
my palms are sweaty like my arms are heavy
sweatshirt vomit with my moms spaghetti
colder than the Himalayas yeti
penny for your thoughts, why not save a penny
build it all up till you got a twenty
make it rain , hate - like it be confetti
gotta make a play and the bag hefty
gotta look clean - look ordinary
keep the kitchen clean like culinary
cable out again gotta call Larry

yeah i think its time i make a move - echo
have you ever seen a dream come true? - echo
i would risk it all just for the view - echo
but imma have it all just for - you - echo

Type bEAT Summer

Make A Move

ugh as long you know I’m better
then let us,
get off on the right side of the bed
with no effort
im popping - barrettes loaded with letters
if words can hurt, mine will kill for the pleasure
the get you grilled on a weber.
the hates acceptable
i won’t respond -  aint a loss I’m a boss and a boss keep it professional - move in silence no decibel
though i can make it you paralyzed just like a vegetable
rearranging your fruits in basket - fill it with edibles
I’m high as fuck
looking down on the planet
all you artist resemble - fucking ants on the granite
i got my hammer you think I’m thor how i slam it
on your skull - got your head - looking like an open pomegranate
back to the business
don’t skip on the fine printed
imma sign on one condition
you can’t interrupt the vision
no body be competition
no body be stopping Tinch and
no body may even listen
but always attack it vicious

i be
ready for whatever
plan to run an era
while you be running errands
ill be fixing errors
delete the hassle
making demons scream in terror
kick em out the castle,
right up in they asshole
turn em greenish yella
getting queazy
I’m never taking it easy
I’m sick like my breathing wheezy
my drip, be like bottled fiji
the view is clear with no squeegee
I’m busy dropping shit weekly
work 40 each week and he be
a daddy, a king to a queen B
i do it for me -  y’all can witness the journey
got kobie by my side - like homie be the Bert to my Ernie
i do it, without no worry
its obvi I’m fucking thirsty
got a bodies on a fucking gurneys
got blood on my brady jersey
I’m flirting with 30
the 12 year OLD -  in me - still flipping birdies
im sipping forties, 
blowing smoke of these -  “you can’t ignore these”
drop some tracks with a couple emojis
feed back is I’m dope but gotta ask, why the fuck the emojis

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