Recorded by BuBs and Kid Vic over the Thoughts From A Balcony, originally performed by artist Mac Miller. Mixed and mastered by BuBs. Lyrics below.

Lyrics:

BuBs:
Uh, Uh,
Glasses full but all of our souls empty.
When I'm gone I wonder who's gon' miss me,
Fears of having all of my loved ones forget me,
Or being seen as a rookie 'cause nobody really gets me.  
Tryna do away with my past but it won't let me
'Cause I'll be getting over that ass and then she texts me.
So I'm missing class 'cause I can't miss sex,
Yet I still pass cause I can cheat on tests.
Man I Got so good at cheating bet I might cheat death,
But I don't wanna say nothing that I might regret,
Regress back to 2006,
To the first days a nigga fell in love with this shit.
Young teen influenced by the tv screen
And some DVDs that shouldn't have been seen.
And I'd be looking out hoping momma don't catch me,
Keep the volume down, tissue, Vaseline.  
Couldn't really wait for the day that I'd be fucking.
Crazy how now I can do it and feel nothing.
And yeah I started writing raps to get bitches,
Watching hip hop videos dreaming that I could live it.
But now listening to that cheese I feel livid,
'Cause when you hear some lyrics have meaning you all miss it.
But I ain't planning on selling out just to sell,
I'mma stay real with myself, fuck the sales.
Thinking about the nights we almost ended up in cells,
Paying five-0 50 then continue through the town.
Careless and wild or maybe we was in denial,
But shit, we did it with style, uh.
A hunger we were trying to nourish.
We all wanted respect, we all wanted our burrish.
Searching for the answers at the bottom of the glass,
Asking for forgiveness the next morning at mass,
Repent to repeat, we were meant to believe.
But in a world full of sin you'd understand why we bleed.
Walk with us and you'd understand why we need,
Hoes, drinks and weed; good things come in 3s.  
In the name of Silenus bless us with Selenas,
Girls who say they love us even if they don't mean it,
'Cause we've already chased away the ones who'd cared the most.
Just some shit I wrote in this room full of smoke,In a room full of ghosts.

Kid Vic: 
I am the King of the Wasteland, the black T.S. Eliot,
Chillin' with the Prince -- an African Machiavellian.
Nightmares taint my vision:
Nubian Freddy Krueger, I be killin' all the competition.
Mongers of thought-crimes;
Spittin' these taut-rhymes
Tight jeans and Nikes;
Tightly study my, Tai-Chi,
Rhythmical meditations, lyrical ruminations,
The way is what I'm pavin', the day is what I'm savin', uh.
Let it be known, I do what I want.
The Kid-Vic, I'm Kriss-Kross'd out and hoping I don't Jump
Jump, jump.

BuBs x Kid Vic - Thoughts (freestyle)

Performed by BuBs and Kid Vic over the Waves instrumental, originally performed by Joey Badass. Lyrics attached below.

Lyrics

Kid Vic:
Since '06, just been Mama and Vic/
Pops was sick, so got lost in pop and drum kicks
Lost myself in the music: no drugs, but was abusing acoustics/
Talented, Mama told me "use it or lose it"
And even though I was foolish and stupid/
My mission to listen to God say I can do this
This being whatever, and whether
Under the weather or not
Inflicted with chicken pox, Vic is sick
And hot like chicken pot on the stove
Dreams of meeting Hov
Or chilling' in the kitchen with Clinton
Reminiscin' 'bout smokin' reefer with Madiba
i.e I dream of being a leader
A bigger and better Bieber: also a little blacker
A writer-politician cum rapper
Scandalous like a used politician's cum-wrapper
Cue the laughter: sex is always a factor
Humour Childish, but no Gambino
Black but my soul pure-white like albino
Stuck in cerebral maze, dazed for days
Filled with angst of teenage
My vision fades into a haze of rage
I am Hip-Hop's plague
I eat crop MCs like a locust
But first let me meditate and focus
'Til I find my thought's locus
And 'til the day it I finally locate
I'm mutant ninja moving at slow pace
Reverting back to old ways
Listen to Coldplay on cold days
I jostle for position and find no space
So I turn about face
Sit, take a hit and let the vinyl rotate
But it's far from over/
For there's blood under surface like haematoma
Just waiting to be shed/
But unlike virgin on bed, I'm proud to have bled
More like soldier for cause/
But of course, on seeing my life's source
They scream, seeing I bleed green/
Suddenly, so weak at knees
They seem to be in awe/
It's getting fishy as they clamour for more
But in my anarchy, this malarkey I abhor/
I'm too busy making waves everyday
Like barbershop cornerstore, or dressed in fake Dior/
Play tapes this MCs make and snore
And as I the rebel continue to revel in reveries/
I dream of money trees.
Not for me but for the people/
So men and women are livin as they were born -- equal
Rid of fakeness, prospering in the matrix/
Stuntin like Knievel, finally free of Evil.
And as the lens shuts, my boy Bubs comes through with the sequel.

BuBs:
(Lethal) and bad to the bizzle
In his Converse kicks and kicks it like rizzle
On any verse, all about the words like ruzzle
Preaching 'bout the struggle, success, the sex and hustle.  
For real, get the rizzla I be on a roll.
Rapping all these fat flows like they got rolls,
Word play scrabble tryna understand my role,
Play my part with this art tryna touch your heart and soul
Won't stop 'til I buy my mommy a crib
As a token of grat for everything that she did,
As a single parent, no dad raised to be coherent.
Learnt myself a message now I want the next to hear it
Uh, so I'll wear my hoodie when you put your cape on, 
Cause our hero wasn't Clark man our hero's name was Trayvon.
And I'll ignore your stares as this music blares,
And let you try kill me for what I wear or cause my skin ain't fair,
Shit ain't fair.

BuBs x Kid Vic - Waves (freestyle)

BuBs performs a song over a @CRIPLA produced instrumental. The song is not to be released on any project and purely for promotional reasons. Lyrics attached.

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Never settled and never settle.
Shit I believed since I was little
And because of those same principles
The consequence is commitment's always been an issue.
I could never settle down,
Felt like I was always settling for something I could do better than.
Feeling down, guess I'll settle for this medicine
Which makes no sense but since i was a kid not much ever did.
Way too many new faces,
I'm from a place where everyday it was the same shit.
Fucking with the same chicks, gossip and hating,
Very few shots and even less chasers.
So it's clear, that while I'm still here,
I gotta be what my country needs; a real pioneer,
Tell me if I sounded more like Jay-Z the shit would help,
But fuck it, all I know is being myself.
And that's BuBs

[Hook]

Verse 2:
I don't really know what to say,
Missing home but from the missed calls it doesn't show.
Drinking more than ever, partying like everyday.
In good company but never felt so alone
But I'm grown, shit I can deal with on my own,
I'm adjusting to a life that I've never ever known.
Patrone, keep it coming.
And some bad bitches on hold for when we want 'em.
The type that don't expect a phone call in the morning.
The type that just appreciate a nigga being honest,
'Cause a lot people outta Zim don't ever make it out
So I do this shit for them before I do it for a crowd.
Come on, overly open and outspoken,
Chasing all these dreams from the morning to the morning,
Steady rhyming being the change I wanna see.
Doing good by everyone that I meet, just doing me.
And That's BuBs

BuBs - Make It Out (prod By @CRIPLA)

BuBs and Kid Vic freestyle over Light Up, originally performed by Drake and Jay-Z. Additional samples from Elizabeth Gilbert's "Your elusive creative genius." Lyrics below:

Lyrics

Kid Vic:
Boy Better Know my niggas Roll Deep/
Run these streets like Wiley Coyote
Let it flow, f*ck it let it go/
This little light of mine, Imma let it glow
More known for the features/
But the KidVic been sick since the fetus
Named winner, but born leader/
Filled with not hate nor scorn neither
But with hell's fury I spit heaters/
Word from the Prince, may you heed us
Gifted: Wale and I are born Victors/
Lamarr inspired, a Born Sinner
Just a good kid in a mad world/
Tryna get it in with mad girls
On some crazy shit/
Presidential mindset, Regan in 86:
Thinkin' f*ck these niggas, every single one/
But I love these niggas, every single one
God please protect my team/
And give me what I want, not what I need
'Til I'm at my peak, I'll never ever rest/
Aiming for the top of the world -- Mt. Everest
While my niggas passing tets for STDs/
I stayed in and studied my SATs
Now a nigga Ivy League/
Minority Report, I'm livin' my fuckin' dream
No TC, but this life business risky/
Daily distracted by women who frisky
But it's all phoney and fake/
You don't know me you fake
But these lyrics, real as it gets/
God inspired, I'm Tebow at the Jets
Ballin', I'm Kidd at the Nets/
All-in, the Kid a sure bet
Take a chance, this Russian Roulette/
For me, this is life or death
So I'll push till my last breath/
'Til they say Vic Junior is the best
And when the Grim Reaper asks me if I'm done yet/
I'll look him in the eye and I, will say yes.


BuBs:
(High, High)
High on the Dutch and I'm thinking KLM,
Fly got 'em all waiting for the next trend,
Inspired by the ladies that told me I wasn't shit
So I'm shitting on 'em, same girls saying this isn't him.  
Started in a huddle, couple niggas freestyling,
Now we styling, wild my niggas wylin'
So no surprises that they trying man they dialling
But I ain't replying, guess I'm learning prioritising.
And I guess that also means I'm cutting ties
'Cause I know my means deserve ends that far surpass
All these other guys, guys that were my friends but lacked ambition,
Imprisoned in a box that can't hold this vision,
20/20, only 20 Tryna find balance,
Jumping hurdles man I'm feeling like Colin Jackson.
Pissed off 'cause they making a hobby off my passion,
Not understanding that this takes more than fuckin' talent.
I swear I'm 'bout to blow.
The bomb with these flows I swear I'm bout to blow.
They had the game on lock but I'm cracking every code,
All you rappers ain't safe swear I'm bout to blow.
And if they ain't know swear they bout to know.
Already planning my shows in Rome and Paris.
Chasing Grammys while you suckers are Instagramming.
The C.U.T ain't fuckin' with nothing average.
I'd die for my art,
Right for the part, I've been the guy from the start.
Ain't tryna fit in, I'd rather set myself apart,
Cause I'm aiming at their hearts, I'm not tryna hit the charts.
Man I'm bout to blow.
Ear burning from the hate, I might just be Van Gogh.
Guess it's back to the Dutch, roll it up and light it up,
Tryna stay stoned, just a diamond in the rough.

BuBs x Kid Vic - Light Up (freestyle)

Chilled Vibes. Performed by BuBs. Produced by Phar The Dopest. Lyrics attached.

Yo
I be thinking 'bout you x2

Verse 1:
I was up talking to Gordon.
He told me that I needed to feel love in my organs.
"These hoes seem important but a spade's a spade,
No substance in this clubbing - fucking feeling nothing.
You need something other than the jumping fist pumping."
'Til I realised I needed you
On some soft shit, you beautiful I mean it too.
I know my rep ain't the best but you should see the truth
That I ain't the guy you hear in all those songs...
K, I probably am but damn you still got it wrong,
In my spare time I'm listening to Bon Iver, Lana, Miguel.
A big of Daley, Ed Sheeran, shit Adele as well.
I ain't saying it to impress you, just tryna undress you.
Shit I mean address you, didn't mean to get sexual,
I just think you're special and girl I see potential,
And I wrote a whole song just so I didn't have to text you
Cause

Chorus:
It's like nothing to do,
Whether I'm in class or I'm watching the news
I be thinking, I be thinking, I be thinking 'bout you.
I be thinking, I be thinking, I be thinking 'bout you.
Spoke to your friends, subtweeted you too
But when I saw you you acted like you never knew
That I be thinking, I be thinking, I be thinking 'bout you.
I be thinking, I be thinking, I be thinking 'bout you. uh

Verse 2:
I see us, Brighton beach watching the sunset,
Or courtside nba, maybe Suns-Nets,
Or maybe just in the bedroom a bit of fun sex.
Might have jumped the gun like the line about undress.
Might have deleted your number so I don't drunk text.
Might have stalked you on Facebook and got upset
About that nigga in your profile pic,
He ain't shit thought you were a high profile chick!
Sorry, my emotions get the best of me.
I want the best for you and that best just happens to be the best for me
'Cause I'm the best me when I'm with you especially, I ain't obsessed i promise.
I may have gotten with your friend but that was ages ago.
I still won't defend the bad behaviour though
But if I judged you on your past then you'd probably be the same
I'm just saying nobody's clean we all stained
But hey, of course there are girls out there with much more ass,
Bigger tits and maybe even much more class,
But what you have is different, you probably think I'm tripping,
But I'm falling, falling for you, for you uh.
Girls out there with much more ass,
Bigger tits and maybe even much more class,
But what you got is different you'll probably think I'm tripping,
But I'm falling, falling for you, for you
Cause

{Chorus} x3

When I'm in my house
(I be thinking 'bout you)
With my friends chilling out
(I be thinking 'bout you)
On the phone with my mom
(I be thinking 'bout you)
Kid to my palm
(I be thinking 'bout you)
On a flight by myself
(I be thinking 'bout you)
Seeing someone else
(I be thinking 'bout you)
When I'm going out
(I be thinking 'bout you)
And I don't know if it helps but I'm 
(Thinking 'bout you)
Uh

BuBs - YO

Mixed and Mastered by @Nashiihsan

Lyrics:

I belong to the wind. I belong to the seas.
I belong to the lights. I belong to dreams.
I belong to love. I belong to peace.
I belong to you, and you belong to me.
 
Matching bitches on Tinder that I wouldn't... fuck
And still calling them bitches when I shouldn't... fuck
I guess I swear too much,
In the club thinking thinking that I'm here too much.
People in my biz, I'm thinking that you care too much,
18 year olds in suits man you wear too much, uh
And I don't really trust no more
'Cause it's like everyone's mystique, the shit's deep.
Some lame nigga sent a couple of bitch tweets
Saying shit about my cousin,
Understand that we about the peace shit not about the beef shit
But if you start shit, best believe there'll be shit.
Moving my finger round an atlas,
Deciding where I wanna live and raise my kids.
The Bahamas too hot and Russia's too cold.
Russia's too cold. Too cold.
When's the tape coming out Bubs? They rushing to know.
But to be honest I don't think I'm rushing to blow.
The idea of being used has always made me nauseous,
Having to be cautious everytime I step out my home.
Wondering why Kosh is never ever ringing my phone,
Maybe he's too busy for his fucking brother.

(Nah I'm good, I'm good. I swear I'm good, I'm good)

Just saw a girl that looked about 15
Pushing a carriage and that's some sad shit
'Cause I bet the baby'll never know his daddy,
Cause he's just a kid who hit it raw and never thought about marriage.
And yet here I stand feeling more than embarrassed,
A month ago I did the same thing, it's amazing
Just how different what we say is from what we do.
Or just how much our music influences the youth,
But being a role model's nothing that I wanna do,
I just wanna be 21 and chill.
Make some mistakes fall in and outta love and all the clichés,
Then maybe learn to find joy in this world that I hate.
I'm probably bipolar but I'm too scared to check,
Can't get my hands on antidepressants so I guess
I'm looking for sneakers on a line.
I'm gonna need something to distract my mind.
It's all good today but tomorrow is worse.
These suicidal thoughts come right back,
I pray for Chicago and I pray for Ukraine.
I pray for Nigeria and all of their pain.
I pray for my friends and I pray for my foes.
I pray for the rich and I pray for the broke.
I pray that where logic fails love will prevail.
Waking up everyday just checking my mail.

(Yeah, the free spirits) 

BuBs - Russia Too Cold (prod by @taf-classick)

BuBs x Theo IX - Middle Of Summer (Prod. by Kosh)

Hard (feat Kid Vic) (prod. by @taf-classick)

Broke (Prod. J Dilla)

Get It (feat Kid Vic) (prod. by @CRIPLA)

The Cut Presents: Materiality

Hancock (feat. Rahil Naik) (prod. by Nashiihsan)

2. Additional production from Nashiihsan. Additional vocals from Kid Vic and Blave.

Wild (prod. by Taf-Classick)

Young Cassius (prod. by Taf-Classick)

Overload (feat. Kid Vic & Taf-Classick) (prod. by Taf-Classick)

5. Additional production from Taf-Classick

Mona Lisa (prod. by KOSH)

Fuckboy (prod. by Taf-Classick)

The Plug (feat. Pro Kane) (prod. by Taf-Classick)

Dreamer (Interlude) (prod. by Taf-Classick)

Dope (prod. by Taf-Classick)

Top 5 (prod. by Taf-Classick)

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