Untouchable (feat. YB NaNa)

MOOD (feat. YaroTheKid)

cpo3
yarothekid
brxylxn
what more can you ask for?

DUMB! (feat. yarothekid & yungicystar)

Zero (feat. Ha7o)

Turbulent Behavior (feat. astrmani)

I just roll with the sun, let it carry my name,
Every day feel new, but it all feel the same,
Put my pain in the breeze, let it float in the flame,
If life is a dream, then who’s playin’ the game?

The sun is on my back, I feel the radiant beams, Still searching for the truth tucked inside of my dreams, Is it just a set of scenes, living cut to cut? Or is there something in between when the reels get stuck?

because if that happens then we’re gonna be outta luck,
how much we can do not many more gives to fuck,
but if it turns out that I’m nothing and my music sucks,
then I’ll be dead tomorrow under the sun sitting up,

Trying to breathe in the light but my shadow’s attached, Every moment feelin’ staged like a memory snatched, Is there more to the script, or we play what we’re cast? I’m just hoping that the credits don’t be rolling too fast,

And I been loopin' the tape like it’s all déjà vu, Every line feel borrowed, every word feel untrue, If I vanish in the static, would they even review? Or would they play the next track, like they always do?

I just roll with the sun, let it carry my name,
Every day feel new, but it all feel the same,
Put my pain in the breeze, let it float in the flame,
If life is a dream, then who’s playin’ the game?

I just roll with the sun, let it carry my name,
Every day feel new, but it all feel the same,
Put my pain in the breeze, let it float in the flame,
If life is a dream, then who’s playin’ the game?

Feeling like a king only if I was a Leon,
my skin can glow like a sign up at the neon,
talking about my ex’s space like I was an Elon,
you already know the typa timing that we on,

all by myself saying that’s the way it is,
my bad for saying this I’m just on my Celine dion,
two sides we think the same something we agree on,
ok my Chris Farley when I say my name is Jack,
MeHoff,

I’m not from the burbs super hot just like the burns,
I don’t get high just like birds,
but I can get high with my words,
can I get one loaf of garlic and herb,
that’s the second bread I get when I count my dough,

 I go crazy that’s just something you should already know,
I’m like an oven with my flows,
I can spit so Icy cold,

me and Jerry we the bros,
Luigi and Mario go,
me and him we go so close,
prolly why we got the same clothes,

MOOD

I come from a city that sleeps,
a silent sweep of silent streets,
a silent squeak can’t hear a peep,

a silent seat almost six feet,
a silent cheat done expertly,
a silent beat creatively,
so take a seat don’t say a peep,

I’m screaming at their houses down the block,
ain’t no one here ever get shot,
boom boom boom you hit a rock,
biggest thing out the city since the Circus,

trying to find my real purpose,
not denying how real this earth is,
flat earthers learn a globe,
cause CPO3 just stole the show,

I come from a city that sleeps,
a silent sweep of silent streets,
a silent squeak can’t hear a peep,

a silent seat almost six feet,
a silent cheat done expertly,
a silent beat creatively,
so take a seat don’t say a peep,

the violet steepness population,
gentrified just like the nation,
they think they on vacation,
they’re just looking for a better life,

(Spoken word)

my family were farmers for generations,
mi abuelo knew we were destined for more,
the power of the Aztecs behind me,
on a pedestal im the first American born,

they worked and worked and were well off,
2016 president made them flee the country back to Mexico,
I’ve seen them once since,
I’m proud of my heritage,

Can’t say nun cause it’s all on me
all on me?
said it’s all on me,
all on me?

City That Sleeps

Shallow is the water when you walk across the watch,
See Chinny Boy man all they do it stop,
see new dunks man you k ow I gotta cop,
I am not a chicken but I got a big (what)

CO yeah as doing it up,
Unknowns (who?) y’all doing the butt,
Gotta keep it freaky like I’m Giannis with the bucks,
talk all you want I don’t really give a (come on)

just got a brand new shirt that I got a crumb on,
talking big head start to think about a cromulon,
running like Joe Biden and I’m digging Kamala,
don’t know where the hair is but I think it’s on the John,

I am a fortunate son,
I have seen the rain,
that type of music never coming back again,
gotta adjust my gain,
do my voice not quiet,
(is that better)
nah man be quiet,

they think I’m irrelevant,
I still matter like Illmatic,
looked at mac threw pills at him,
Mean thoughts I’m still manic,

Kendra shed its traumatic,
battle me it’s climactic and dramatic,
you end up looking prostatic,
ez static when I’m ecstatic,

said I’m doing everything right?
yes bray,
I got my plan,
album rollout still got no fans,
ace said no plans life just happens,
that’s true that’s why I wanted to separate life from rapping,

kill Funke,
end it all,
now I’m running to group chats spamming MWOF, everybody got alarms in their head going off,

(im too lazy to put D3MO's verse ; Kody didn't wanna do it)

Shallow is the Water (feat. D3MO)

cholos, cholas, y pistolas,
por vida es bueno no bebida,
por las calles Chiquita,

 esa morenita dame tus palmas si,
tu ojos de la luna fill me con extacy,

le mamacita 
paras gringas just don’t get it,
I teach you a lesson better not forget it,
matter of fact learn the name and never forget it,
Yo soy Christian bitch I am legend,

Ayyyy,
let’s take a fucking step back,
This beat is cray on some DJ Payback,
Me, Ace and Bray los tres delinquentes,
we going to the tippy top y al frente,

don’t get in a panic,
when I am going manic,
just grab on my shirt,
cause you know you’ve got to have it,

I am causing havoc,
In the streets they have it,
pockets seen things long gone.
tu so ese pelon,
el barrio mas chignon,

Told the DJ pay it back or his heads detached,
Psycho typa mindset in the booth like a maniac,
DC Comics update absolute like im Brainiac,
Call them info K recording tapes like John Stasiak,

Running at the mall with them hoes you’ll always be a brat,
If you in the sewer with the mice you’ll always be a rat,
Upside down the cross get out my face you’ll always be a bat,
Most people at they point of no return there ain’t no going back,

Always gotta stay big until them unanswerable questions hit,
Already walked up on it bet they stand and die up on that bridge,
General response I got them boys going over the hedge,
Believing fate they may as well just die in CGI like stitch,

My shots always staying in the mix,
RIP to Jits losing my way they don’t got a Nick tryna slit they wrists,
Karens want you going fist to fist like yo name Clarence,
I should be in street fighter hit them with the Haduken kick,

Like im way up in the booth go DJ,
Not talking bout Zendaya gotta put this song on Replay,
I don’t really care bout what he say or she say,
It is what it is just hit the goal like a PK,

Shawty want my Whopper Jr. Meal like its BK,
I’m all about vanilla yeah I love me some cheesecake,
Black Friday type timing do 100 on the freeway,
Gave 40 for the shirt then I put that shit up on EBay,

(im too lazy to put NaNa's verse ;  Kody didn't wanna do it)

DJ Payback (feat. YB NaNa)

cause I’m zoned out and I’m speeding on the highway,
do it how I do it and I only do it my way,
why the  do I park my car in a driveway?
cause I’m flying above all yall like a skyway,

man everybody really tryna be this,
carefree and careless ima keep this,
she looking at me like she need this,
like I’m godsend I’m holy like Jesus,

With the place that I’m coming in,
race that I’m funding in
face that im making when the 
mace starts pummeling,

What you break you can take,
but you pay for the stuff again,
And you rake all the leaves that your stuffing in,

Every week it’s the same damn shuffle,
Gas up, mask up, flex like muscle,
Pour heart in a verse just to watch it crumble,
Thumbs scroll past while your dreams just tumble,

Said the fame come fast if you stay on the hustle,
But all I got's deadlines, debt, and a puzzle,
If the game’s rigged then I’m done with the muzzle,
Say the wrong shit now they clutchin’ the duffle,

Burn out bright, then they light the candle,
Cut out tight, now my soul’s a sample,
Talk deep thoughts but it's just a scandal,
Make noise loud enough, still they can't channel

And the wind blow it back so you do it again,
Like a loop with no end, got no message to send,
Just a hand on a pen, with no plan to pretend,
Still I’m scribblin’ lines that I’ll never defend,

Told the truth once, they called it useless,
Now I dumb it down just to prove I can do this…
Shaping my pain to something you can cruise with,
All I had left was nothing I could lose with,

Tryna shape my pain into somethin’ you could cruise with,
But all I had left was the nothin’ I could lose with…
We got talent we don’t use it so we make Nothing Muzik,

Nothing Muzik

where’s Pink Morning, where’s can’t fathom?
can you fathom that I’ve changed and I’ve grown as an artist, (no way)
different parts and compartments of my artistry my art history,
comprised of many mediocre projects it’s bliss to me, (turbulent behavior was ass)

Turbulent Behavior put my heart on my sleeve,
Nobody gave a fuck, now can yall just leave,
fake as the fuck lunar money I’m on Starbucks, (this guy records a song in 10 minutes)
gave them up dumb as fuck Dave Blunts put down the cup,

I put so much work into these songs shit is crazy,
(Fuck CPO3, fuck CPO3)
nobody’s listening yall sleeping on me lazy,
(Fuck Christian, Fuck Christian)
wake the fuck up good morning I’d be saying,
(Fuck CPO3, fuck CPO3)
trust my shit is good I got 808s banging,
(Fuck Christian, Fuck Christian)

disrespected constantly in this music scene,
even my own collective is not so drama free,
was booted for a day guess just I don’t fit the vibe,
wondered how that happened I was just a chill guy,
(I was just a chill guy)

what happened did I fall off?
I start to think I fell off cause,
bitches say I fell off,
but then I start to think;
fall off, how bitch I’m a motherfucking saint?
(but the saints don’t even want me)

Moving away from emotional maturity (I’m going)
Nobody wants to hear about my depression (it’s boring)
yall are like the old man when it’s raining and (it’s pouring)
if yall sleeping on me it ain’t right im tryna tell you im (not corny)

Just tryna get a point across im showing,
Who I truly am no more ET persona,
No more TB aroma,
Just a fed up kid with dreams of Arizona,
where’s the rest somebody stole em,

got a dream I don’t dare say loud no more
got a team but I’m scared to reach out no more
got a name I created, then buried deep
had to carve a new face just to barely speak

I’m not tryna be the best, just to prove I’m not a mess
but I still obsess, I still second guess
I still scroll past plays like: “what’s success?”
I still type out texts then delete the rest

I said fuck it — this the only life I own
if they don’t ever get it, I’ll be rolling on
play the chords like the wind through a broken home
say my name in the echo like a motherfucking dial tone…
You along for the ride ive been building Rome,
I deserve a palace fucking golden for my home,

And as the world goes to shit and the bombs fucking drop,
there ain’t a noise a little pinch that can stop,
the violent escalation bitch I’m fucking scared,
I’m 19 I don’t wanna die and it’s not fair,

but I’m still Rollin On’
what else can I do,
I tried empathy,
I done walked a million miles in their shoes,

But if you’re losing you can’t just pick and choose,
Because you’re down and not up and you might owe dues,
To the Wealthy or the rich,
They’re as rich as a bitch,

And I’m pulling myself together piece by piece,
And I’m watching it pull back stream by stream,
America the Beautiful from sea to shining sea,
But I think we lost focus on what that truly means,

We are so far from where we started as a whole,
All that it’s left is is deeper in a hole,
One that gets harder to climb out of,
Day by day it gets harder to start up,

Because if my discography fades into ashes,
it won’t matter in the scheme overrun by Fascists,
Nothing Muzik it becomes a life on the run,
Seeing the bright light but the light is not a sun,

and if I vanish in the static no applause no dawn,
just know that I never stopped rolling on,

Rollin' On

cut the sad shit,
put my eggs in baskets,
keep talking shit you boy gon turn into a casket,

you think I’m playing your homie go head and ask him,
and I got vanc and ace too they carry around the Mac-10s,
damn

don’t even know why I’m rapping still,
seems like everybody’s got their own free will,
and I will do my shit as I please,
so please stop messing with me and stay at ease,

oh shit we got people coming (sound the alarm)
they’re at the fucking door don’t just sit and stay calm,
we needa get the fuck outta here we gotta move,
don’t be dancing around this ain’t no emporers new groove,

Close the blinds and stay out of their sight,
This is just like that other night,
to all the people saying Chinny you don’t act right,
I’m real you all fake fucks like a fleshlight,

(im too lazy to put everyone else's Kody didn't wanna do it)

4:33 (feat. YB NaNa & Colt Foety5)

ummm I guess this is where I start rapping,
walking down the street I see bitches getting nasty,
but lately I’ve been up and down tryna get happy,
but yall sleeping on me cause yall keep getting nappy,

um,
flowing like the water in Niagara,
or
flowing like the blood with viagra,
I’m
sitting down it’s time for me to stand up,
um,
they’re talking to me man but shit I ain’t understanding em,

cause they’re just blabbering they just keep talking shit,
but I ain’t hearing shit so they can keep talking it,
skipped a few classes my brain expand like collagen,
learn? curbstomp the only way im kicking knowledge,

How you got a $200 limit and got card debts?
These other rapper wack shoulda died in some car wrecks,
These other rappers dry as fuck they need some Carmex
It’s just me and A C E in the scene like the top a of card deck,

No Spades when I’m crate digging wear gloves to protect
Fake Diamonds on my neck fake gold but I still rep,
Go to Clubs tear shit up taking dollars from the floor and,
I Wear my Hearts on my sleeve is it stolen they got no respect,

But if Jack got Jill killed had her face red and black
He wasn’t Brave no ATLiens Outkast,
Royal Penis on the King shit is clean but no Ludacris,
Act a fool with my Queen royalty they saluted us,

Debit Card Face Card that ain’t ever decline,
you’re waiting on a few beats? get in fucking line,
I also gotta make sure you’re not a waste of time,
cause ima chef with some steak and it’s always paired rosemary and thyme,

Oh you don’t like me? Fuck you,
turn off the stream and slim down the views,
I don’t wanna end up dead on the news,
so I’ll clear and clean this up and I bid you adieu,
(Bitch)

Adieu

Because I was in a really dark place for a long time,
And I heard all their bullshit spewing in the lines,
The underground is dog shit the Midwest gets lonely,
When ace isn’t with me there enough just to hold me,

theoretically I could set up (bitch nah fuck that),
bitches fire shots at me? you know I bust back,
and I got the squad the saints at my back trust that,
Squeezing at the nipple of the bitch tit you Sucks at,
getting just a little wiff of ashwaganda rap,
getting just a little wiff of some hot ass blunt rap,

hubcap,
bum rap,
this that 
his mat,

we got all these different artists and you know ive been that,

And I was talking on some shit but I didn’t wanna get involved
And I was talking on some dick so I hopped up on the call,
Jamari wants me now said that he can’t ball,
This ain’t even a diss I just happened to hop up on the song,

goddamn,
another fucking payback with a twist,
motherfuckers pissed at me but who gives a shit?

get your brooms out  cause I’m going for that clean sweep,
bitches really be thinking then can beat me,
and I’m really boutta go for a three peat,
0 for 3 I am musically at least, (golly)

Hold up just a second then a motherfucking minute,
it’s the El Capitan and I got my own lieutenants,
Shoutout Jeezy for the lyrics but he needs some form of payment,
And I don’t got that kind of bread on me right now, (dang it)

bitches said I fell off that im past my fucking prime,
forgotten member of saints give a fuck about my time,
cause you be wasting yours standing all in that line,
at the bank or DMV that shit ain’t me no more inside,

bitch,
how could I ever leave,
hard I fucking better be,
that is not my pedigree,
moving shit that you can’t see,
Bitch

(im too lazy to put waryy's verse ;  Kody didn't wanna do it)

Constant Wind (feat. waryy)

this the kinda shit I was talking about,
dirty drums matte black coup get ‘cha cameras out,
drippy wet like water that’s some shit y’all like to brag about,
stamp and shout these bitches done let the kraken out,

that bitch smell like some fishy, that’s a trout,
hit up drizzy, told him I got that Millie Bobby Brown,
got her going crazy like will.i.am she twist and shout,

Oh my god,
Oh- my god,
Everyone’s telling me that I’m so odd,
All up in my face underneath my jaw,
I saw a little Mexican in me and he was saying

No mas y no menos,
tu follow mi carro problema tomorrow
you stand in my sorrow,
and I’m talking my shit and I just gotta say,
(you better back the fuck up and get out of my way)

I’m just reminding yall that I’m nothing you can fuck with,
cause
who the fuck is making beats like me (and I’ll wait)
who is there that can compete with me (and I’ll wait)
who in the underground attest to me (and I’ll wait)
are yall just hating secretly? (and I’ll bate)

like master,
Hating on me all still from that last year,
Think he hates me dude and I don’t wanna ask her,
Crazy Dude crazy life Mi Vida Loca on the mic,
Do this shit until I die with the saints a battlecry

cause I’m hard like rigormortis,
Rick and Morty,
Do you get the story,

birthday dinner looks savory,
think this is an allegory,
stop it ma don’t have to worry,
 Little boys writing his story,

they said I’m a mid rapper,
so I went and bent backwards.
on the beat cause I go crazy like a fat kid with a candy wrapper

cause I’m causing havoc,
and I didn’t even plan it,
I guess I’m on a whole other level and planet

Vatos Locos

Just another day in the life of a Chicano
and I’m walking down the street and la chota walks their beat,

Moving week by week,
Living day by day,
Doing what I gotta do to get my fortune and fame,

doing what I gotta do so they remember my name,
but it won’t matter if they all think I’m lame,
it won’t matter if they think I’m a Criminal,
it won’t matter if I’m purely expendable,

they think I ain’t smart cause the way that I look,
they ain’t know I’m in college and my nose in a book 
they probably think I’m a gang member or rapist,
Cause I got my dickies and my locs and I don’t say shit,

We don’t fake it we just take it,
And if I make it to 21,
I’ll be farther than most cause I didn’t die by a-

Another Day (feat. yungicystar)

You are the fire that the rain couldn’t drown, You are the roots that grew under the town, You are the voice when they silence the crowd, You are the moment they said wasn’t allowed.
You are the dream that your grandma could see, You are the future your father believed, You are the proof that the pain was a seed 
Now look at the tree, look at the tree.

I was never just the kid with the Dickies and locs,
Now I’m suited in purpose, I don’t joke with these quotes,
Told my younger self “you are and you always were,
Had to bleed to believe that my dreams had worth,

My grandma told me these beats were the best ever,
So I can’t waste them I gotta get my shit together,
My dad told me “you’re our ancestors wildest dreams”
Well damn I had no response that wouldn’t cause a scene,

You are everything they said you wouldn’t be,
You ain’t what they labeled you you’re proof that pain can bloom,
Got my Dickies and my Locs and i wear them for my sleeve,
Los Veteranos on my back for my team,

Even if there’s nobody I’ll always be on your side,
I’ll always have a shoulder safe for you to cry,
And even If the whole world tells nothing but lies,
Ill keep the truth with me till the day I die,

You Are

Stepped out the car in the city of my new life,
Didn’t pack much just a mic and harddrive,
And my Nothing Muzik CD for the demo live,
Banking on a dream that barely keeps me alive,

I always tell the truth even when I lie,
Not on purpose and I try I see the surface and I glide,
To the top of my mind and I see it all inside,
All the crying and the sighs but on the outside it’s fine 

So many people in my life most are recently,
Think about my future put a smile on fake decently,
I cannot stand personas having some fake decency,
I promise you it does not go by all that easily,

Frequently I have nightmares that often end peacefully,
Secretly I piece together parts and bits so easily,
They’re needing me underground in disarray and its not ok,
Because one day they’ll look back and see I was a visionary,

Looking at my stream numbers that shit is abysmal,
Bottom of the barrel I can’t even see a decimal,
Ace said not to quit I got talent I don’t use it,
So I made Nothing Muzik but I still can’t fuze it,

Abuse it, that’s what I do with the beat,
When I rap and I rap and im still with my feet,
Its like a giant monster I can’t defeat,
Tim Jones walked now he’s down six feet,

Now I can let these dream killers go and kill all my dreams,
Or use my ego as the steam to fuel my release,
pull back on the sadness and pull down my sleeves,
because nothing stops growing I am like a tall tree,

But I’m not gonna fold cause im feeling the strain,
I been drenched in doubt now I dance in the rain,
Got my scars out in daylight no need to explain,
I aint hiding my story just to make it look plain,

And I ain’t tryna pity me, I’m stating what it is,  
Just a kid with a voice and a vision in the mist,  
They don’t listen till you gone, it’s a fucked up twist,  
I could vanish in the fog and they wouldn’t know I missed,

Stepped out the car in the city of my new life,
got a show six blocks I’m running late I’m passing cops,
fans rush the stage and I ain’t even there,
open the gates and I climb the stairs and I’m there,

Stepped on the stage with the weight of my past,
Mic in my hand like it’s all that I have,
Nothing Muzik still spinning still won’t sell fast,
But I made what I needed now that feeling can last,

Stepped into the room in the city of my new life,
boxes full I’m starting up brand new walls I’m guessing up,
the sun on my skin I feel the radiant beams,
I think I’ve found what life really means,

The Way

Nothing Muzik is my third full-length project as CPO3.
A lot of this is me processing what it means to create when no one’s watching, and whether or not that even matters. You’ll hear callbacks to Turbulent Behavior and Extraterrestrial, interludes from friends and family, and a whole lot of different sounds stitched together.
Shoutout to LLTMFS. Shoutout to Bray, Ace, Cody, Kody, Waryy, Ajinn, Adam Nevala, and anybody else I’ve spoken to or worked with. 
Shoutout to anyone who ever listened. If this ends up being nothing, then at least it’s Nothing Muzik.

This album is dedicated to the remembrance of my friend Ashur, who tragically passed away, he loved music and we connected strongly through it, I hope all goes well friend I will miss you. I also dedicate this album to my grandmother who passed away, she was my rock and my guide and without her; i've been trying to find a way. I love both of you and hope you are both happier.

Christian's Outroduction

one thing,
two birds,
three stones,
4 words,
one thing what it is,
Just the saints we always live,
five stars,
six feet,
seven sins,
skin deep,
eight strings,
on repeat,
i will not suffer defeat,
off rip with a posse cut,
off this and I’m mocking up,
From no plays and Frito lays to full plates,
It’s so lame,
Don’t ever degrade the name,
IE? what a fucking joke,
We play the game just know the name
Long Live the Mother fucking Saints,

(im too lazy to put everyone else's Kody didn't wanna do it)

One Thing (feat. waryy, astrmani, & yungicystar)

Hi, I’m Mani
Im here to tell you about my good friend Christian
hailing from Southeast Wisconsin,
the only Mexican within a 30 mile radius,
with his whitewashed no Spanish talking gringo ass,
Lemme tell y’all he REALLY needs this shit to blow up,
This kid just started college and already wants to drop out,
Trying to get on some Kanye College Dropout shit nah,
This kid is wack, this kid is weird lemme tell y’all
what the fuck is this kid on,
This kid needs help, you know what fuck that,
He doesn’t need this shit to blow up he needs some fucking therapy,
Talking about some, nobody listens to my music I don’t feel like nobody respects me,
That’s all on you bro you ain’t been locked in,
Anyways
I’ve been ace,
It’s my pleasure to present:
Nothing Muzik
(let me put this tape in)
Oh yeah, yous a bitch

Mani's Introduction

Now I’ve been working hard like every damn day on this college shit,
but I’m still running shit in this underground under ownership and I just can’t sit and just stay down,

so new people everyday now and it’s so many I can’t keep count,

Now I’m feeling the illest it’s villainous,
secretive spilling the guts 
so they killing us

never redshirted only reinserted,
and I stick to blurtin’ do you see the purpose,
never close the curtain on me,
I run this circus here  all me,

my dad said I’d make six figures on this lawyer shit,
and now I’m stressed out and I’m dealing with it,
I got like 6 assignments due tonight that I ain’t gonna do tonight cause I’d,

Rather get this verse down and do this tonight like all night,


Right back in this shit ain’t even begin,
Soon to be Grammy nominated now I win 
saying mom I made it and now I grin
there ain’t anybody that can take my grin,

My Flows Sharper then Shannon
My Bitch bad Susan Sarandon,
Sydney Sweeney and her cannons,
Hope I make my move like Cannon,

12 kids? goddamn
know damn well he didn’t plan em,
but I’ve been planning the fucking album for 2 months now I can’t stand it,

You locked in Ima Back you up,
you in a fight? ima back you up,
I just gotta count first like Dracula,

Growing up I never had a place,
and now it’s LLTMFS

Count

it’s been a while ladies and gentlemen,
the triumphant return of yours truly,
CPO3 and yarothekid…

Everybody that said Chinny you ain’t gonna blow,
give if five years and I’ll say I told you so,
I was giving Yaro head they ask why I stoop so low,
I said bitch how’d you know it was a private studio ,

You a white dwarf heading for a black star,
I’m driving on the freeway with a black car,
Uncle Jay got some stacks he got a black card,
wish I was with ace and we’d fight it’d be a black war,

she had a bra three sizes too small,
Her cup runneth over,
So I sit and stand tall,
(that’s an order)

oopsie daisie,
I missed the fucking beat drop,
Yaro sucking toes but the hoes don’t got clean socks,
braylin was bitten RIP to Squeaker Knocks,
there’s a ghost behind you on your flank so peak your spot,

clean your spot,
Ween? your not,
touch my weenis,
no not my penis,
even though it’s as clean as Mr. Clean is,

ballsack balding give me a taper fade,
imagine if Ninja got a low taper fade,
and my name is Christian so I have to say,
it’s your turn to pray the gay away,
on my logic so I’m not gon fade away,
but I need Yaro’s buns so I can stay,

oh he’s so monotone,
how’s monotone for you bitch,
switching up my vocals,
like if ace starred in some pornos,
whoa,

let’s take it back just a few steps,
Fantastic Four family she call my dick The Thing,
and i wear a condom during sex.
and when I rap I show my bling,

little bird I cannot sing,
I am king you kiss my ring,
shoutout my Jarrad King,
shoutout ace my favorite twink,

my favorite sink,
let that sink in,
he’s at the door,
and I been thinking,

why the accent I feel like Eminem,
relapse almost 2010,
bitches want a Fenti head,
so I give them penny head,

for one cent to make it make sense,
investments,
Bitch,
Use that penny make it grow,

I’m only here to pass the rock like John Stockton,
Yaro got aids like Magic Johnson,

stomp em, stop em,
somebody  stop em,
everybody knows ima motherfucking Yaro gooner,

(im too lazy to put Yaro's verse ;  Kody didn't wanna do it)

Chamber (feat. yarothekid)

Christian I can’t believe it,
You used to lock yourself in that sunroom everyday two summers ago,
 no AC in that room you coming out all gross and sweaty looking after banging your head to trash beats like 6 hours a day,
You could’ve been working a job at that rate and actually do something productive with your time,
What was that album called? Extra Perennial? Extra Terriffically Horrible music? Doesn’t matter,
Now you’re doing the same exact thing but downstairs in my bar,
Literally you have your computer and mic stand set up and you sit on a barstool and bang your head it’s ridiculous,
What’s wrong with you,
I don’t know,
whatever it was you had me on the intro track and I think my 40 seconds of talking was the best part of the album,
Well I guess it’s NOT my pleasure to present the next track of Nothing Muzik,

Jeronimo's Interlude

Cody’s Interlude

Kody Kody Kody,
Where the hell is my interlude I sent that script like two weeks ago, where’s that at,

*bro I’ve been busy I’ve had shit to do, I have a job unlike you unemployed ass,

bro it ain’t even that you couldn’t find time to come over and record for one goddamn minute of just you talking that shit just sounds lazy to me,

*aight I’m not taking this from somebody that has commitment issues alright, you couldn’t define on three majors in college in your first year, you couldn’t decide what shitty beats to use for your album so you made an entire B-Sides, you overthinking ass man-child, hitting me up at 4am BEGGING me to listen to your shit just so you can get your ego stroked I’ve had enough-

alright you know what fuck this I’m gonna let the other Cody do it I’m sure he’d give me some good shit, some ethereal shit, some pretty shit, take it away Cody the ball is in your court,

Kody's Interlude

High Fidelity Interlude

lights action cameras it’s all there,
03 coming in with the funky snare,
only tell the  truth pinky promise swear,
I’m out of shape feeling circle not a square,

on my Hollywood bring the cameras in here,
they give me bravo they give me cheer,
think I’m so macho I fight with a spear,
told me he runs it but he sits in his chair,

take a bite of venison,
I can feel the venom and,
raising my adrenaline,
forehead wet and sweating and,

am I going crazy?
think I took too much medicine,
too much juice in this world the juice of choice is Hennessy

I can feel my cut I can feel the bandaging,
but it’s feeling stuck like I’m in the trafficking,
on my Epstein when they say child traffic king,
what did I just say?

Lights, Action, Cameras!

Constant Wind (extended)

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