unreleased smi mix wit some personal faves

Under Smi Influence (unreleased smino)

hippellihopp

skreeetz

Duey Picks

cool vibes

Spin

[VERSE I: Northside Shorty]
it's that demented motherfucker
i'm kicking it with my brothers
repping the *59
you know GREY the fucking color
my gat screaming "kill 'em, wetto, hit 'em where they lay!"
smoking 'em like some indo
let the pistol up and spray
never could be fucked with
my dick they love to suck it
they calling me game 7 slick
i switch a bitch like subjects
pull up continental
make a hoe get sentimental
i got 18K in dental
balling with no fundamentals
michael jackson off a thriller dose
hold off on the killer dose
cooking up in a rental
"BAM!"
Emeril with the chemical
northside general
pull up in that benz
forgis turn it something cynical
anyway
think i'm bout to die by anyday
half high pass five
rolling up that mary jay
i might drop 30 like Curry with no NBA
hop out Eddie Murray with the stick and let it swing away
hot boy turn the block out
pimping out the crack house
macking up on these bitches
flew a hoe to fuck from krakow
my dick threw her back out
packed and flew her back out
been running and gunning and fucking
all while tripping in a black out
mane it's the killer
northside guerilla
mom and dad both friends and my ex a pill dealer
tell me who keep it realer?
there's no drug i ain't touched
Basquiat you face and i Banksy your face up
boy aim with your face up
they clowns with no make up
this me before warm ups
i ain't even laced up
fuck boy get your rank up
robbing and dealing and homicide
Spice 1 wetto from the ghetto
i was born to die
let 'em fry



[VERSE II: Southside Shorty]
ruby getting up in them gizzards
neck look like a blizzard
keeping an eye on these snakes in the grass so i move just like a lizard
backwood tastes vanilla
popping pain killers
grip the .45
i feel like the grey gorilla
chickenheads flocking
they think i'm a quesadilla
beating up the pussy i must be a lady killer
papa pine break your spine
rub her clit like it's a vibe
now she's asking what's my sign so i threw up the *59
i'm the lord of the 7th ward
pick the lock of heaven's door
feel no need to settle scores
leave pussies red and sore
never called her back she breaking down like metalcore
everybody steals my sauce like they fiending for peppercorn
check the score
GREY*59 5 and 0 in the 4th 
what a chore
rolled a blunt so big we'll have to light it with a torch
whip looks like it might've lost the second world war
ruby such an animal
7th ward dragon
when i breathe it's fucking flammable
keep my click tight and isolated like we cannibals
all these fucking chains
you would think i'm wearing mannacles
yea bitch tell what's happening
dick so big i'll turn her pussy to the grand canyon
all my haters pussy like i keep on smelling salmon
keep it old school
i might pull up with a cannon
yeah bitch tell me what it is
wake up with a smile picking out the right fit
oj in the morning like i stabbed a white bitch
every color in the fucking rainbow sucked my white dick

G59Records.com

Sing Me a Lullaby, My Sweet Temptation

Fucking Your Culture

FUCKING YOUR CULTURE

ich hab herzschmerzverdacht....<'3 du auch? ._.

prod. von deelou & urbannino :3

....demodemodemo---

c u soon..live...2023..wholelottashowscomin' <3<3<3

ONE BRAIN & PIGALLE 4L

herzschmerzverdacht <'3 (demo)

Pack a Lunch

das Weg ist der Ziel und die Ziel die Fantasie!

Cover: Dominik Scharfer
Mastering: Joel Schwander

Streichelzoo

Kunststudentin

MADE MAN

NEED YOU AROUND

Lil Dann X Rylo Rodriguez - As Much (Official Video)

MOTHERLESS

MOTHERLESS (Single Version)

Been One

Taylor Port Junkie (feat. Lil Yachty)

FÜR PELLE 
PARTIZAN UND HERMANN SIND DIE BAND

MAILBOX - PARTIZAN X GANOVE EFF

Silk - If You

Smino - Lyfers

Smino-Dat Prescott

Smino Unreleased (KIIT stream)

Produced by: Groove, DEXLVL (Dexter Coleman)

Tree

This is a song for anyone who isn't looking for me now.

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnoNnJPaLes

Produced: @legekale
Mixed/Mastered: @MikeIrishMusic
Recorded: @ShiftedRecording

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I wrote this song
For the moment that I'm on
When I won't have to say the words
Cuz my fans just sing along
Kinda crazy we work hard just to be lazy
I ate miles just to be Shady
Now I'm full got that magic like McGrady
I won't have have to go on dates
Women wanna fornicate
I'm anemic so I gotta eat that pussy like its steak
Move bitch get out my way...
Like I'm Ludacris
Niggas talking bout how they wet but they computer fish
What the fuck you want?
I got things to do
I had dream
And a scheme
Where I put my momma in a penthouse
Need that view
Gotta whole team yeah they need that too
Need them M's nigga Majin Buu
Quit my job, yeah yeah fuck Sue
I suggest you take a hike of you cant see all the shit I'm amounting to
I'm on top,
Rain check y'all like I'm out of stock
When your shit drops that is not the case
My shit drops like an Otterbox
I'm Frodo to these bros
Waldo to these hoes
So if you think you getting chose?
Imma have to let you know
(You will not find me)

[Chorus]
When I was young 
They told me don't look into the sun
You'll go blind
Or maybe they were scared I'd find
Out that I could run
Oxygen inside my lungs
In a 3 point stance
So when they shoot that fucking gun
You will not find me
(When my album drops)
You will not find me
(When I leave the dock)
You will not find me
(Punching in a clock)
You will not find me
(When the kicking rocks)
You will not find me

[Verse 2]
In Highschool 
Wouldn't listen to Lil Wayne, cuz 
money over bitches just seemed a little profane
Till I realized all the girls that I liked were really bitches, so
Ever since that moment I've been rapping kinda different
Born on the 28th,
I'm a libra play it safe,
And kill all the competition 
Make sure no one gets to race
Like I said in my other song (Boy) 
Who the fuck are you?
Don't keep pillows on my bed
So I don't get too comfortable
I don't owe you shit
Ain't believe in me
Everybody wants you when your gold when your C3P
Gotta fight for your right like the Beastie Bs
Angel in the dust like PCP
Tryna sell out in the MSG
Tryna stay away from the MSG
Diabetes in my family
Gotta live to see a Grammy 
Tried to shit on me but didn't wash your hands
So I ain't taking shit you hand me
That's my modus operandi 
I'm a savage, call me Randy
Fill my cup, call me Stanley
Due to proper planning
(You will not find me)

Find Me (prod. by Lege Kale)

Rastaman Vibration

Johnny Was (Alternate Mix)

Toto IV

Africa

Tonight

Meeting in My Bedroom

Pass Dat (Gleesh-Mix)

Blue Chips 1 & 2

Practice

My Guy

Sonny Digital FT. Black Boe - My Guy

Dreams2

High Low

KILL YOURSELF SAGAS XI-XV DROPS 05/26

[VERSE I: YUNG OOZE}

2 strikes
turn that pussy to a sacrifice
slash n gut the gar
ash the blunt and park
roll the window down and ask the price
i've always hated flashing lights
i'd rather grab the mask and knife
snag the cash in spite the fact i smashed your bitch for asking nice
i'm passing pipes and glass and spikes
i bag the ice
ignite the rags in gasoline
one strike of the match and now we talking thrice
3 strikes
i might forget the events of tonight
ruby all bite
leave em bleeding
leave the scene and say goodnight

[VERSE II: LIL CUT THROAT]

if we got business motherfucker
let me know
everybody know my rep since 1994
i don't swing high if i got that nine
bitch in Calvin Klein
blunts borderline
fuck it still smoke it anyway
i be that suicidal worshipped idol
filled up with that medication
burning bibles 
grab your child
chopper style a generation
reading revelations got me thinking
been ready to die but i ain't got no fucking patience
you feel me

[VERSE III: SHAKEWELL]

waking up dirty sodas get poured in
i had some blues, but i sold em
keep k's in glocks, but they stolen
i might just flip em and profit
makin more off licks
run your pockets
my OG's poppin a rocket
i pray to God they free Gozm
but God don't hear me
these prophets is all too fake so i'm mobbin
if you can't get em
i got em
pull up and handle the problem
squeeze 3 hear it move through he breeze
now you standing bloody can't breathe
got goonies who gone off that tweak
sip syrup and drank Hennessy
that just be the truth through these streets

KILL YOURSELF Part XIV: The Vulture Saga

VENOM (FEAT. SHAKEWELL)

[Verse: LIL CUT THROAT]

Ate a couple jiggas with that Glock on my side
Riding, hanging out the window, screaming "Who wanna die?"
Savage lil addict with 100 bad habits
Say "I need prayer," all I need is my ratchet
Pull up, swang with the blade
Then I pray over dead prey
Banging grey till my grave
Milli rock, sa passe
What that mean? I don't know, took about four Xans today
Sipping lean, dying slow, drugs make me feel okay
Jackal from the flames, make a stang of a bitch like you
Fuck the 12, fuck the cops, we ain't forgot about you
Kill mo', kill mo'
Gleesh walk on a sack
Burn a half a mil in cash
Fuck that paper, turn it ash
Walk away and start to laugh
"Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha"
No more, I got cash, cash, cash, and cars and broads
Hit that seven figure mark without an A&R
$carecrow walking in the fog
Life got worse than it was before, ho

[VERSE II: LIL INFECTED]

Prolly cop a script of roxys
Oddy kinda sloppy
Got me dodging all these bodies
Body bag em in the lobby
Dropping adderall in alcohol and then i pop a fucking oxy
I'm a zombie
I'm a motherfucking dead man walking
Speak on oddy name
It's just another dead man talking
Got these dead man stalking
Copy silhouette chalky
Typing out your problems
Just another red handed hawking
Cherry flavored dick
Ruby got these chicken heads squawking
Do it how i does it yeah fuck the way they say they taught me
Please just fucking off me
Plague is pleading for diseases so yall get the fuck up off me
Only saying cheese when i ask how much they brought me
Fuck a frame freeze
Command delete on these fucking paparazzi offspring

Tree

"Chance The Rapper"