I made these jams in high school. Was gonna make more tracks but I never came around to it. Hope you enjoy :)

Product of An Addict

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Dead Wolves

All My Life w/ KHALIL CBG

private  birthday startup set from sunset till moonlight

FULLSET 2023 - Puravida çeşme / private  birthday startup set

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Benjamin's Ruhestätte ist mein offizieller Mini-Podcast, um an dem Wettbewerb von @beelzebubs_ruhestaette teilzunehmen. Dunkler Intro, bisschen Schranz, bisschen Acid, bisschen Gabber, Chaos zum Abschluss. Geniesst das Set, liebe Raver:)

Benjamin's Ruhestätte

Pigeon - [STNFRD]

Produced by wtfbennie

Hated bitches shittin’ on my shit
Yung lyricist, 40 bands loaded on tha clip
Swung wrists, at her clit
Till it goes inside and drips
All of my kids, creampie
Eatin’ debbie out until she cries
For the size is super high
Broken mind
Tryna fix it getting high
I’ma die any second, so I’m kind
Till’ i’m nice
Wanna be known as the kid who blown
Holes in hopes his flow was golden
Words goin’ bitin’ speakers 
Stereo, hear me twice
Super mario was chasin’ hoes that ain’t wanna be saved
How many levels till’ you figure out she can’t be saved?
Fuckin’ every day
Bowser fuckin’ mary jane
In her peach until his hairy came 
On her face, turtles marry scary thangs
In a sewer smoking till the pain regains
My shame is that I’m very tame
Underneath facades I bring
To keep myself sane
But I’d rather grab the noose again
And hang my name, head in cement
Till the bricks extend my neck
In my defense i’m too complex
To be correct
Guilty sex, with my ex
Texts that changing the subjects
Depressed effects
Makin’ teens compress 
And dirty bubbles filled with cess
Blowin’ o’s, I’m a mess
Bloody needles on my desk
Sellin’ to keep up with rent
My credit score reflects my checks
I’m cryin’ till I lose respect
Rhymin’ till the frame collects
A picture of a figure rhymin’ bout his ex
Microphone collecting dust my dreams are dead
-Like the person that’s inside my head
That version of myself is dead 



Runnin’ out the farmhouse 
Chasin’ like a cat n mouse
Met a penguin with the cows
Don’t care about the drought in house
Tryna fit in with the snouts
Tryna save her, I’m a clown
Figured out, walked in saw her friends
They snowed me out, I had to plow
Popped her pussy in my mouth
All her friends that’s on my couch
Fuckin’ when I’m goin’ out
She’s too tired when we’re out
Can’t arouse, so I left her down south
Got a call, she’s pregnant with my kid
I blocked the fucking number cause I really fuckin’ doubt
Never fucked around
Knew it was that dude in house
On my couch, eatin’ my food
Suckin’ dick in my room
Textin’ me about you
They’ll feel the heat in June
The losers two, bitch I ran away from you
I’m lucky that she cheated too
You can have her dude
Fuckin’ dumbass

Out Tha' Farmhouse

produced by Kcalb

Mind games, it’s the mind games
You’ll never fucking win, at her game
When her aim, is for everyone to feel pain
From her mind games, causing eye strain

Find myself dazed and confused
Mind games every day with these two
What I got to lose
Except my mind
It split onto
A group of dudes
All wanna kill themselves with pills on shelves
Mix em’ up and feel myself
Dwellin’ if they’re tellin’ twelve
That Cal is back from hell
I spent a thousand years just tryna rap, oh well

My accountant thrown down a well
Cause my shit wouldn’t sell
Sick, twisted dipshits that couldn’t tell
What he’s feeling, cause they ain’t personnel
Sippin’ on the blood of Jesus worshipers 
Cause that demon’s curse felt personal
I’m a fucking vermin hitting verticals
My ollie flip is kinda like a molly trip
It makes me wanna hurl

I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know
I don’t wanna glow, I don’t wanna grow
Eyes roll, nose blown with blood clots down my throat
Drownin’ in a pool of thoughts, comatose
Overthinkin’ bout the hoes while home alone
Countin’ chromosomes, I’ma overdose on thots alone
My exes laughin’ cause they know
While blowin’ on the dome
They don’t know I’ma blow a hole in my dome
Bitches see me, thinkin’
“He’s so pretty! What’s his problem bro”
In a shitty state of mind because some itty bitty tiddy bitch
Twisted my dick, and left my mind behind and dipped
And I’m still overthinkin’ bout that shit
Fuck that bitch, abortion left her with a kid
Cause her “man” is a baby that she fucking cheated with
Now you know

People wanna be what they wanna see
Marijuana speaks to me
I bought a gram and it turned to three
Grabbed the wheel, eyes closed as I slammed into tree

There should’ve been a casualty, instead they treated it so casually
Actually, it’s legal so they’re mad at me
For slandering the green, I’m talkin’ bout the salary
I hate that money moves moralities, but it’s just reality
I’ma stick to my own personality
See my dick pics inside your daughters gallery
Her father is a masterpiece
Of a shattered dream, as he yelled and screamed
At nothing, I started to the shoving
And his gun got out, so my guns ripped out, who’s bluffing?
Shot the fucker with my words, put my girl first
She left me cause it hurts, can’t tell when truth occurs
A kid from hell that spews a curse
Of hurtin’ bitches how he flirts

Mind Games

Mister selfless meets little miss selfish
N’ she puts him on her shelf its 
Young dumb and reckless
Eatin’ heated up hate for breakfast
Schoolin’ leftists cause they write
With they right hand, damn man
Life is givin lemons it’s a test 
Confusion
Push it down, and crank some music
Drinkin’ wine on way to school
In gatorade cans, I can do this
Then the cops stop, I’m a loser
Quittin’ cause my lungs that blew
One hundred percent fucking awesome
Splashin’ dolphins
Freedom from the bitches problems
Take all of the heads in office 
Grind em up to sawdust
Now they even less thoughtless
Children play the games without a thought for August
When the school comes so does slaughter
Put your daughter next to dude that wants to kill em’ all with laughter
Salad days was playin’ as he saw her face
Pulled his ak, but no one asked if he was ok
Needles in her arm made her forget about the gang rape
The beatles buzzin’ rock, rock cocaine

Ask my bitch how my cock tastes
Great! Now she’s framing me a rapist
Blaming racists for their race
Tax the famous
Cause your facts is from your anus
On my spaceship goin’ far away from
Her place, stuck in my mind

I’m stuck inside a random place in time
My mind is fried from all the highs
Bum a fag untill my ass hurts from all the smoke
Choke her till she says it hurts
Pullin’ hair is how I flirt 
Cause I’m a Jerk
Make her squirtin’ down her skirt
I hooked up with an introvert
She labeled me a pervert 
How observant 
Jay Birds shot down with a turret by insurgents
Thought that they’re the target, takin’ orders
Fast food workers fornicatin’ not the sharpest
Cal’s an artist
Gargle up my harvest
I’m an orthodontist
Find a llama, fine it breakin’ code of conduct
Not the most modest correspondent
Spittin’ acid, I’m the calmest
Piece of shit you ever saw, us 
Fiends huffin’ up chalk dust
Eatin’ pencils till I feel the lead
Reach the back of my head
Drop dead
Wake up in an ambulance
In a faded trance, father standing over man
I’m so fucked cause I chose to ran
Dope attached to my right hand
It’s clenched, I can't let go of it
An IV bag taped to my leg
And as I bled I found myself in lalaland
This little tab of acid fam
Tastes like skittles, from a van in Iran
I ran from all my problems wonderin’ who's gonna stop em for me
Who’s gon stop em for me

;( [prod. lucaslaruee]

Who’s turn is it?
I just started working never heard of it
Who’s turn is it?
Bitches don’t flirt with him
He’s hurtin’ em’ like older kids
A third of em’ 
Ya better run

Heated up golden spoon and guac rolls
Faded eating tacos a box of
Split personality he’s unsure, if he’s dope
I’m nothing like myself or my roles
Santa giving kids Cole
When they wanted Cal Hickory
Silly me, they’re not the same thing
Basically he’s just acting
And every single day would wonder if they’re laughing 
Still
Tripped him up when all he does is think I’m about his problems
Bitch just solve em, quit your bawlin’ 
Fuckin’ goblin
Trolls the bridge eating chickens 
With a hook, they’re still alive
Only cookin’ beats not salmonella 
Now he’s yellow
Smokin’ green until he’s blue from pressure
Like the chambers keep my monkeys at
Barefoot, kill, adapt
Tell em’ that the band collapsed 
Cause, friendship never lasts
With a bitch who always drifts between em’
In the singer’s lap, cannot play guitar but I can finger that
G chord, with her in my lap
Passed out, then a baby comes out, whimpering
Drunken mother names the bastard Hickory
All these all these all these 
Girls fightin’ over me, who’s turn is it?

Who’s turn is it?
I just started working never heard of it
Who’s turn is it?
Bitches don’t flirt with him
He’s hurtin’ em’ like older kids
A third of em’ 
Ya better run

–I, see chickens on the road
I’ma run em all over if this blows
Cause they won’t be listening to my dope
And I put em’ on the cover of my show
I’ma blow, I’ma blow, I’ma blow
I’ma blow my brains out
If the damn doctors can’t fix the pain right now (right now)
Baby what you lyin’ bout? (lyin’ bout)
What you cryin’ for now? (bitch what u fuckin crying for?)

Feelings pt. 1  [prod. J. Dilla]

Fuckin’ rollin’ now
Bitch we’re fuckin’ rollin’ out
See the cameras taking pictures of him all around
Film is out, so show him now
Fuckin’, what you know about?
Me, still in high school, please
Stay away from me

But what you heard ‘bout me?
They don’t know a single thing about me
Just a person that they see
Fuckin’ ignorant like she
Was, when, he, chose to leave
Cause, she’s, as delusional as he is

(Shootin’, shootin’, shootin’)
Shootin’ up meth at your mother’s house
Showing up unannounced
Raid your sisters panty drawer n’ roam around
The couch, flew a plane onto the mount
Over out in Canada, and I got freedom now
From alcoholic beavers southern Texas
Seeing texts from my lawyer
Said the judges threw it out
Cause I’m awesome wow
The system really works here 
I love it
But he doesn’t really know I lied about the weed 
I’m buggin’ bout my loud
Wondering if it’s allowed 
Hit it out the park, out the house
Call me Michael Trout, how I’m running now
The bases out, the crowd is yelling Hickory
And I’m letting it get to me
I wonder what my fucking history
Would be, If I never found myself through weed

Only 2 minutes of my raps
Could convince em’ like a contract
But instead he has, thousands of hours of tracks 
That’s unfinished still
But one day I’ma polish steel
And have the product make you feel
Addicted

Rollin' Out (Intro)

چرا اين خيابون نميده كش
چرا رو تختى و بيست چارى لش
چرا اين يه بارگرفتى به پشم
چرا نميكوبى برى تا تهش
چرا كه نه نه نه نه نه نه نه
چرا كه نه نه نه نه نه
مثل افتاب مهربون ميتابمو و نميسوزى 
برنزه ميكنم چرا كه نه بشه زياد صفراى صفرام بشم سفره دار اكيپ شب 
چرا كه تو ١٠مترى بزارم سرو زمين نره پتم توى پنتم 
رپ نکنم مثال اينه تو دهن منتوس نجوعم باشه توى ذهنم
چرا كه نه
توى لامبو با برگ كامو گاز بدم برم نگو نه
حرفه نه لفظ
حاجيت لش بهش مياد واسه همين چفته با رپ
بى بوى بهم ميگه برادر 
جمع دونفرست برادرز
لاتى پر كنى اكيپيم
سانسور لايوبرازر

چرا اين خيابون نميده كش
چرا رو تختى و بيست چارى لش
چرا اين يه بارگرفتى به پشم
چرا نميكوبى برى تا تهش
چرا كه نه نه نه نه نه نه نه
چرا كه نه نه نه نه نه نه
چرا ميده نود بهت
هشتادا سم  بدى ميدن پول بهت
شرجى ميتابه نور بهت
عاديه زدو بند پول خوردت
حال بده خيابون
پس سرت بمونه رفيقت كيابود
خط رند نيس ولى گرون 
پيپرو  رول كارخونه بپيچون على جى
از من نصيحت نزنى كسيو دور
سرت تو كون خودت يكى برو دو
افت داره بكنم يكى به دو
خواب نداره چشا بازه تا نه
حال بده خيابون، خال بده خيابون

چرا اين خيابون نميده كش
چرا رو تختى و بيست چارى لش
چرا اين يه بارگرفتى به پشم
چرا نميكوبى برى تا تهش
چرا كه نه نه نه نه نه نه نه
چرا كه نه نه نه نه نه نه
چرا كه نه

AMIN M CHERA KE NA

AMIN M - CHERA KE NA

Giffy Pluggo and Ayoo KD flipped this joint 🔥 we the coldest!! #bentleygang

MAMA featuring Ayoo KD.mp3

guitarbf's part
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guitarbf ttm cover

Schizophrenia - The Yang Project

We Play What We Want (feat. The Insane Vocal Society, No D'finition, Brother Polite, Dontae Winslow & Lucky Peterson)

Life Imitates Music

19 years of age

@calhickory everywhere you can find me, social links are around here somewhere too!

Thank you for spending the time out of your day to listen to my tunes. I can only hope my songs be relatable to you in your current situation, whatever it may be; know you are all loved by someone somewhere, no matter how far your souls may be.

Feel free to reach out to me if you are struggling to move forward towards your dreams. I love hearing from each and every one of you, those that have reached out to me know that you are part of the reason Cal is still alive. This is only the beginning of the Cal Hickory Era, and I cant wait to experience that with you all.

Stay safe

-Cal :)

Rollin' Out (Intro)

Cal Hickory

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