thiz shit right here iz tha reazon I got back with my girl and got married 2 weekz back...thanx Dank, u alwayz in my soul    ØWØTHERWORLDØW 

this goes hard homie your tone of voice sells this one

nice melodic sound you got man, keep it up!

Lyrics AMV featured on IDLEGLANCE YouTube: https://youtu.be/_KR8PKg8-EQ 🖤💙

No wonder other 30 percent of the likes also writing comments. It‘s a banger🔥

If you want it gotta take I ain't into playing games

also his verse in Foe with sui boys was fire idk wtf ppl were talking about

This Album was written during my Exodus from Dead York and on The Road to Demon City.

It’s Been Quiet in Other World for a while after the destruction of Dead York and the global pandemic, and due to the limited resources and increased regulations, Dead York has become hostile and more corrupt than ever. I needed a change, a new place to call home.  

My family “the Others” needed a new home base so I started to explore many Other places new and familiar. During one of my travels, I was reluctantly persuaded by an innocent looking Demon to come back to my place of birth… Demon City.

These are the songs written during that transition.

The Road to Demon City

“Miss Fortunate”  The second single off of “The Road to Demon City”


Lyrics 

It hit me like some good dope
Hit me like some good dope
Hit me like some good dope

Perfect

Lil Miss Fortunate, surrounded by misfortune
When she cut, it cut deep, deeper than the ocean
Scars on front and back. The world up on her shoulders
Always coming up Too $hort.... Like she from Oakland
If looks could kill, for real this girl she would be fatal yo
Built like a house, but sometimes houses, they unstable yo
She ain't your type, cause you know she ain't no regular
Ain't know what was coming, she knew she was ready for it

We was chilling round way
Said I ain't the type to Stay
Then she looked me in the Face
Couldn't give me up

If you want it gotta take
I ain't into playing games
Girl I'm really Out of space
She said beam me up

It hit me like some Good dope
Know that we could find a way
She said that she was hooked though
It's time we gotta run away

We was chilling round way
Said I ain't the type to Stay
Then she looked me in the Face
Couldn't give me up

If you want it gotta take
I ain't into playing games
Girl I'm really out of space
She said beam me up

Smoking like a ritual
Habitual, we had so much more than the physical
When we beat, it's killer B, that Bobby Digital
Fucked Up, got her Fucked up she won't admit it tho

I was tripping, she was different, we was joking
We could spend all night just staring at the ocean
Keep it moving, know that, we know that we Broken
Somehow we just fit...
Now I got my fix

We was chilling round way
Said I ain't the type to Stay
Then she looked me in the Face
Couldn't give me up

If you want it gotta take
I ain't into playing games
Girl I'm really Out of space
She said beam me up

It hit me like some Good dope
Know that we could find a way
She said that she was hooked though
It's time we gotta run away

We was chilling round way
Said I ain't the type to Stay
Then she looked me in the Face
Couldn't give me up

If you want it gotta take
I ain't into playing games
Girl I'm really out of space
She said beam me up

May 28 2021

Miss Fortunate

Sprite Courts (prod. Lonewitch)

Choirboy Dank  
Water & Bread Prod. Chris Surreal

Lyrics.

Olly olly olly oxen free all of my patnas
I’m just trying to start with something solid honest Ma I’m far from flawless 
Too much been running though my head, keep pushing regardless 
Days that I needed water and bread still hit me the hardest 
When they came for ya I fought and led the riot yea
When they came for me y’all turned round was quiet yea 
I ain’t fight it, wouldn’t if I could re-write it yea 
Use the only voice I got still sounding like it’s choir yea 

On the ceiling when I’m high 
On the floor when I’m low 
Who know when It calm down 
When ya gonna come round here 

(La la la la la la)

Gotta keep a gun now 
Shining when the sun down 
Gotta get it done boy I’m 
I'm trying to raise a son round here

(La la la la la la)

I Fucked up my bread 
Shit done fucked up my head yea 
Couldn’t let it stop me bruh 
Cause we gon get rich instead yea 
Never really got this low 
Never really got this poor 
Never really got this high 
But I Wanted Gods to know yea 

On the ceiling when I’m high 
On the floor when I’m low 
Who know when it calm down 
When ya gonna come round here 

(La la la la la la)

Gotta keep a gun now 
Shining when the sun down 
Gotta get it done boy I’m 
Trying to raise a son round here

(La la la la la la)


Family over everything 
Matter fact the only thing 
That ever truly mattered 
Was this music and the pretty little thang 
That put a couple diamonds in my damn wedding ring 
For them a muthafuckas boy I'd do anything 
Anything anything ?
Not a bluff not a bit 
Get a hoe in ya crib 
Put a hole in your shit yea 

If you ain’t had it yet 
Get a dose of it here yea 

Back wood home grown demon city funk 
Got a bat in the back and a pump in the trunk
Home Boy just pulled up smelling like a Skunk
I be telling y’all summers be hotter than the sun
Back home Demon city know it well 
This is where all my demons dwell 
Some fucked up Some call it hell 
Shit I’ve been doing swell 


On the ceiling when I’m high 
On the floor when I’m low 
Who know when I come down 
When ya gonna come round here 

(La la la la la la)

Gotta keep a gun now 
Shining when the sun down 
Gotta get it done boy I’m 
Trying to raise a son round here

(La la la la la la)

I Fucked up my bread 
Shit done fucked up my head yea 
Couldn’t let it stop me bruh 
Cause we gon get rich instead yea 
Never really got this low 
Never really got this poor 
Never really got this high 
But I wanted The gods to know 


On the ceiling when I’m high 
On the floor when I’m low 
Who know when I come down 
When ya gonna come round here 

(La la la la la la)

Gotta keep a gun now 
Shining when the sun down 
Gotta get it done 
boy I’m trying to raise a son round here

(La la la la la la)

The Road To Demon City

Water & Bread

Choirboy Dank  
Call Your Mom Prod. Senpai 13

Lyrics. 

Soon

Call Your Mom

Choirboy Dank  
Get Your Guns Prod. Choirboy Dank

Lyrics.
It ain’t safe, It ain’t safe, It ain’t safe no mo. 
Get your guns, Get your guns, Get your guns, 
It ain’t safe, It ain’t safe, It ain’t safe no mo. 
Cause we gon have some fun. Said we gon have some fun yea.
x2
 
Better watch your head homie when you walk through the door. 
The same ones I did my work with, watched me lay on the floor 
Left me for dead ..

l guess that makes me a ghost ,
The dead rising brought my wine so we can have us a toast 

I been swerving in that 'burban almost crashed in a ditch 
Still spinning, just last week them boys suspended my shit. 
But it was it coming. They been gunning for my ass since a Jitt  
The Same week I touched more money than my pockets could fit 
cause I ain’t done yet..

You should bring your guns and we can have a little fun yea
Cause where I come from we don’t run We bust them guns
Demon City till the demons some your home and its, 
Ring ring pussy got ya momma on the phone and she singing 

(It ain’t safe, It ain’t safe, It ain’t safe no mo.)

So The Clip extended like the stay when I roam 
And the home got many rooms wit some fragrant aromas 
when you come, cut your phone watch your tone 
cause we going and where we going...

It ain’t safe, It ain’t safe, It ain’t safe no mo. 
Get your guns, Get your guns, Get your guns, 
It ain’t safe, It ain’t safe, It ain’t safe no mo. 
Cause we gon have some fun. Said we gon have some fun yea.
x2

Get Your Guns

Choirboy Dank  
Theatre School Dropout Prod. Senpai 13

Lyrics.

I got the face but never act 
100 Blades all in my back
100 Blunts a couple straps (yea)

Lately I just can’t relax 
Cant no fuck boy get no slack 
matter fact you getting taxed (yea)

Running from the fuck shit like a track star 
New whip, new crib, bitch I gotta a back yard
Y’all ain’t fucking up this energy 
Old hoes turned to enemies y’all ain’t shit to me 
Tell your baby momma to stop wit the text 
Never gonna stop with the flex 
Finally got my family up out of the jects 
Been writing all the records in Housing now we blessed ya 
Been dead but I never be a dead beat 
Girl give me where your Chest and your Head meet
Don't stain designer belt and upset me 
I could really fuck up your life if you let me 
movie shit man I’m feeling like I’m tom cruise 
Sweet ain’t sweet without the sour that we go through 
Vanilla skies surprise life just a bunch of lies 
Things a feel a little different when you realize.. 

I got the face but never act 
100 Blades all in my back
100 Blunts a couple straps (yea)

Lately I just can’t relax 
Can't no fuck boy get no slack 
matter fact you getting taxed (yea)

Theatre School Dropout

I wrote this track at a time when It felt like everything I did seemed to bother everyone around me and people I considered family turned their  back on me. This was the start of "The Road back to Demon City"..

Buy as NFT for under 20$ only 7 available 
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Choirboy Dank  
Stir Up The Pot Prod. BOOFGODS

Lyrics.
Hook:  
Hell is Hot, Loaded Glock, Demon City, Corner Block, Stir up the Pot, Stir up the Pot. Stir up the Pot Hell is Hot, Loaded Glock, Demon City, Corner Block, Stir up the Pot, Stir up the Pot. Stir up the Pot 


Pull out the lot, Pull out the Glock, Pull up in skinnies and pull out a knot, Pull out the mmmmmm Drop Love to Stir up the pot, Squirt a op, You aint Cut from this cloth You ain’t talking the talk, Y’all ain’t go the the walk Y’all ain’t crawl through the slop, you ain’t been on them blocks You aint looked at the dark when I lost what I Lost Nine with the kick back huh, Mine gotta get that huh, Slime don’t chit chat none, That’s Time yo don’t get back nuh, You family but ain’t Meet my son , Mane must think we dumb, Fake love don’t need none, meet my …   

Hook:  
Hell is Hot, Loaded Glock, Demon City, Corner Block, Stir up the Pot, Stir up the Pot. Stir up the Pot Hell is Hot, Loaded Glock, Demon City, Corner Block, Stir up the Pot, Stir up the Pot. Stir up the Pot 


Verse 2: 
They Shooting at me like a Kennedy son 
All that hating ass shit give me Energy huh 
All the Envious tendencies tend to become, 
All my Enemy frenemy, pretend to be thugs 
Throwing it it up 
Otherworld otherwise don’t give a fuck 
I be done with it bruh 
It the O and the www dot 
you know I go nuts cause they 
know they Gobble it up 

Hot when the shots go off 
Go Cold cold your heart gon stop 
Boy you know you fucked up gotta know your lucks up
When you see the the light go dark 
It be some, trouble when you smell that Dank 
Be Off with you kangol  Fucked like a Bang bro 
Feel it in your Ankle, Hot when the Thang go   

Hook:  
Hell is Hot, Loaded Glock, Demon City, Corner Block, Stir up the Pot, Stir up the Pot. Stir up the Pot Hell is Hot, Loaded Glock, Demon City, Corner Block, Stir up the Pot, Stir up the Pot. Stir up the Pot

Stir Up The Pot

RiverKinn
"Breaded"
Produced by DJ Grumble
Mixed by RiverKinn

--------------------
Wait a cotton-pickin' minute
Cus I'm in it to win it
Had to get her seven digits
Then I hit it and quit it
I got a bitch named Lily at my pad like "ribbit"
She be tryna sit up on my head like a fitted
Where the fuck is the blunt?
I just lit it
Wait, oh, was that you're style?
I just bit it
Never listen to a pussy-ass-bitch-critic
In the crib smokin' diesel watching Chronicles of Riddick
I did it and don't regret it
I said it because I meant it
I wrote it and then you read it
I get it because I get
I'll be dead before they give me the credit
I just syphoned your gas tank
It better be unleaded
Mix my sweat with the blood I've bled
Wipe tears I've shed with the profits I've netted
They be saying that my paper got shredded
But I'm stayin' mango habanjero, air fried, breaded

I don't trust a bitch
I don't trust a bitch
I don't trust a bitch
I don't trust a bitch
I don't trust a bitch
I don't trust a bitch
I don't trust her
x2
--------------------

Play Dead MMXXII

Breaded

see you around w/ stranger (prod. midsommar x dyingwish)

[lyrics]

Hanging from a rope be routine

Bitch stay mad coz I'm not who I could be 

Pass on a hoe if she moody 

Mello Matt bad no I'm not who I should be


Fast be the way I'm moving 

Loosing ain't part of what I'm doing 

Pussy 

Ion give fuck bout socials

I'm not local don't try phone call


You won't see me on the gram tryna be the man

Nah

I be scheming with my dad gotta feed the fam

All I see is money bags I got money plans

Yah

All the energy I spend when I manifest 

Breaking all that fucking bread with bredda

I see us living betta 

With a penthouse whippen in da Benztruck

Singing we ain't gotta stress out


Hanging from a rope be routine

Bitch stay mad coz I'm not who I could be 

Pass on a hoe if she moody 

Mello Matt bad no I'm not who I should be


Fast be the way I'm moving 

Loosing ain't part of what I'm doing 

Pussy 

Ion give fuck bout socials

I'm not local don't try phone call


Ay bitch it's do or die 

I don't ever cry no

Ain't waisting no time on some pussy bye hoe

Got bitches tryna vibe with me on the side tho

Best I keep my eyes closed

They doing too much 

Ye

I'm doing alot

Make my hoe blush when I put her at the top uh

Nothing going stop us 

And if they try 

Bodies gone drop yuh 

Girl dis no lie 

We got it like god does


Hanging from a rope be routine

Bitch stay mad coz I'm not who I could be 

Pass on a hoe if she moody 

Mello Matt bad no I'm not who I should be


Fast be the way I'm moving 

Loosing ain't part of what I'm doing 

Pussy 

Ion give fuck bout socials

I'm not local don't try phone call


Ye I smoke allot and I smoke allot more

I'm tryna duck the cops finger flip the five oh 

Money on my mind all de fucking time ho 

I'm tryna get bye I'm just tryna thrive hoe

I do what I wanna

I don't give no fucka 

Betty want dat drama 

I got on dat armour 

She looking for a answer

 I just die of laughter 

Told lil biddy better be cautious 

I might just abort this 

Bitch 


Hanging from a rope be routine

Bitch stay mad coz I'm not who I could be 

Pass on a hoe if she moody 

Mello Matt bad no I'm not who I should be

Fast be the way I'm moving 

Loosing ain't part of what I'm doing 

Pussy 

Ion give fuck bout socials

I'm not local don't try phone call


Skrrrt 


Hanging from a rope be routine

Bitch stay mad coz I'm not who I could be 

Pass on a hoe if she moody 

Mello Matt bad no I'm not who I should be

Fast be the way I'm moving 

Loosing ain't part of what I'm doing 

Pussy 

Ion give fuck bout socials

I'm not local don't try phone call



ImNotLocal

[Verse 1]

Demons dance up in my mind they taking naps when I get high
Sober up then it’s my time to murder like it’s columbine
I got a problem with all of you fuckboys this is my genocide
I pop a glock in your eye socket
Cocking it back to inject the nine
My plan is devised I’m slaying the sheep in the pasture
Vision goes black cause there’s nothing after life
Ain’t sending you to the afterlife so lives don’t matter
You slave to the grave no climbing up jacob’s ladder bitch
I’m cutting it down watching your body shatter turning you into a splatter


[Verse 2]
Bitch i’m a threat
Til I am dead
Wearing a noose like a chain for my neck
Off of the fent my intent is to fallout 
I’m cuttin up risin when I’m off the meth 
Never was blessed 
Always a mess
Blood or the mud help eleaviate stress
I look at the stash if it’s all out I cash in my chips with a clip that’s extended
I’m not a devil but all of the thoughts that I have are demented 
I’m not a shepard but all of the sheep are the men I resented 
I’m not a surgeon but I got the steel that’ll fix your intestines
I got a problem I solve it whenever the pills or the lead are ingested

Indigestion (prod. Dead Retire)

Gxthtrvp Records Presents
An Album By TXCKA
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Autassassinophilia

Where You Goin?

suddenly freestyle (prod.sino)

Cyberpunk

BAD BITCHES N PRESCRIPTIONS prod.yusei

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