Guitar by Omar Salah
Vocals and Bass by LemKuuja

[Lyrics]
Ever since I'm a child
I could feel the funk in me
Always knew I got a style
Always knew I'm born to be
I could feel it in my head, in my hands, in my feet
(Is that enough?)

Will I ever, ever know what it means to be?
A legend amongst humanity?
(How could you know?)

Now have you ever felt free?
To be all that you could be
Oh? for real?

When the land beneath your feet
Is a buffet, all that you can steal
akh ya Bayt Mahsir

Got canned heat in my heel
Funk express, bus Tokyo-Brasil
bumping out boogies like freebies
Groove so fresh so sweet, might give you type-2 diabetes
(How could you know? Shoutouts)
Yesterday alone, how many times have you peed?

[Better get that checked
Serious, bet
Watch your health
Protect ya neck] x2

Is that how you feel?
You need to touch grass, حس نجيل
Get a grip, take the wheel
إطلع هايك، أو بشيءٍ من هذا القبيل

(The new fleece?)
You're a fool if you think that art is deceased
When you've never in your life made a single piece (fully)
Don't give me that shit no GAN, GPT
Bitch, you don't even know what it means!

You got no vim, no vigor
No polish, no sheen
Thought you'd be a homie بس طلعت عميل
Songs stay fresh way beyond each release
Cuz I never compromise my quality for speed
Cuz I put aside mass appeal
الشغل النظيف بدّه وقت، واللي سامعه دليل

[Better get that checked
Serious, bet
Watch your health
Protect ya neck] x2
(CHAINSAW)

Your shits' goin' down in the dunny
cuz my shits' never been about money

But now it's about to be...
I'm gonna take ALL YOUR MONEY
ALL OF IT

Funky Omar فنكي عمر (ft. Omar Salah)

THIS MY SHhh

Funky Omar (Instrumental)

(hook:)
fuck, do u mean, i aint her
boi dats nasty work
talk, on the team, okay bitch
yo whole pack get merc’d
i ain’t never seen a motherfucker
talkin on my name like i won’t blast a jerk
why you worried bout my guap
when u ain’t even stacked it first

(verse:)
bitch,
i aint never stopped dis shit for nobody
lil bitch you’ll really get stomped
if u trippin about me
i’ll put a bitch in a trunk if they trippin around me
i’m smokin spliffs of da runtz til my vision get cloudy
a broke bitch typa cunt run yo outta yo county
u wanna talk like a dunce? cool, lets get rowdy
“A-PAP PAP!” make em dance u gon need u a bounty
to take me down, man i hate when these fuckboys doubt me
do me a favor 
i aint doin ya dirty if i aint paid first
2 glocks, big ass like tracer
i’m finna hit matt walsh witta lazer
i aint fuckin wit u, boi, u a chaser
chokeslam a beat, undertaker
more i get real, be the more y’all get faker
quit talkin bout a bitch, u a hater
you worried bout a bitch while i’m worried bout paper
fuck
yeah aight
wallet supersized
talkin on my guys
i let bullets fly
yeah aight
wallet supersized
talkin on my guys
i let bullets fly
i let haters die
i let haters cry
you don’t care bout rights
u jus alt right
pullin up in that “whatchamacallit”
in the trap, home alone, feel like macaulay culkin
i’m prolly talkin up ya shawdy if ya main thotty callin
lil hoe i’m stayin in that H20 like a dolphin
u’d think i’m polyamorous the way yo shawdy, n mama, n auntie, n grandma all hit it prolly leave u astonished,
hakuna matata the way i’m livin, honest to brahma,
i gotta get gualla the only typa drama i follow, issbrokie!

(hook:)
fuck, do u mean, i aint her
boi dats nasty work
talk, on the team, okay bitch
yo whole pack get merc’d
i ain’t never seen a motherfucker
talkin on my name like i won’t blast a jerk
why you worried bout my guap
when u ain’t even stacked it first
fuck, do u mean, i aint her
boi dats nasty work
talk, on the team, okay bitch
yo whole pack get merc’d
i ain’t never seen a motherfucker
talkin on my name like i won’t blast a jerk
why you worried bout my guap
when u ain’t even stacked it first

ISSBROKIE - NASTYWERKKKK! (prod. femtanyl)

(hook:)
they hear the kick drum
they hear the hihats 
they hear the flows prolly blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the typa steez make civilians rewind that
they hear the kick drum
they hear the hihats 
they hear the flows prolly blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the typa steez make civilians rewind that shit

(verse:)
hoe i spit what i spit
ghost(write // ride) what? the whip?
u won’t ever catch me slipping on that shit
on my bitch
man i put that on my kid’s kids
won’t even exist
i’m too broke inside to act like i’m rich
but fuck it we bounce back
we smokin on loud pack
tell me where the pound a’ hash is at
roll the blunt til its fat
man, i don’t like smokin gas
i get panic attacks 
i’d rather chill than go forget where i’m at
 sippin yogi n eatin toast
my homies is coast to coast
i’m practicing my cardio
we runnin n eatin oats
cuz we tryna do these shows 
my manager got me tourin
i’m anxious all the time but baby fuck it i’ll still endure it to say that i did it
shit a beautiful feelin
but i turn to a villian 
as soon as crew say we spinnin
do em grusome they finished
dr. strain with the cumberbatch
lil brodie i benn-idicted to flippin
this spinach pack
cuz green all i get
if its not, then its blue
i aint 4th, 3rd, y’all know damn well i aint 2
issbrokie numero uno
i came up, they was like “who?”
now i’m the new rap standard cuz y’all can’t do it like boo
i know my peers be gettin pissed off, hearing my tunes
y’all rhymes dryer than dunes
you tryna keep up with me?
u better off sellin shrooms
i been kickin the cyphers since just a girl in her school
i got more water than pools ya fool

(hook:)
they hear the kick drum
they hear the hihats 
they hear the flows prolly blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the typa steez make civilians rewind that
they hear the kick drum
they hear the hihats 
they hear the flows prolly blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the typa steez make civilians rewind that shit

ISSBROKIE - REWIND DAT! (prod. dylvinci)

lyrics and vocals by shteppi
production by peril

(verse 1:)
she thinks i’m cool
i think she’s cooler, i
wish she knew
how cool i think she is
i’m a fool, i’ve falling for a friend 
what to do
her biggest fear
is probably shit like what i’m sayin
when she hears this
she might think its bout her but
fuck that queer shit,
this about somebody else
do u believe it?

(chorus:)
chicks
making out
committed to a boy
in your house
i couldn’t do that to our friendship
or my future spouse
so i’ll stay quiet and just stare 
at your mouth
i’m such a fucking piece of shit
i’m such a fucking piece of shit
i’m such a fucking piece of shit
i’m such a fucking piece of shit

(verse 2:)
they too real
i guess a thought is just a thought
whats the deal?
of course i’ll never understand
why you’d steal
something as precious as my feelings
that i can’t reveal 

(bridge:)
i couldn’t live
if i lost hold of what i got
for your lips
i’ll wait to leave until we’re not
doing shit
so i can go be by myself
thinkin bout chicks

(chorus:)
chicks
making out
committed to a boy
in your house
i couldn’t do that to our friendship
or my future spouse
so i’ll stay quiet and just stare 
at your mouth
i’m such a fucking piece of shit
i’m such a piece of shit
i’m such a fucking piece of shit
i’m such a piece of shit
i’m such a fucking piece of shit
i’m such a fucking piece of shit
i’m such a fucking piece of shit
i’m such a fucking piece of shit

shteppi - i'm such a piece of shit lmao.

(hook:)
jump on the stage n i tweak
beat nasty, it came out the creek
shawdy fuck witta internet hoe
shawdy fuck wit me cuz i’m a geek
n i got me some internet bros
getchu cut for a muhfuckin fee
1 homie would slide if u died
mine do that for a muhfuckin feat

(verse:)
got a man and his body look greek
it cut from the ‘crete, he build like the street
i got too much drive i can’t think 
y’all don’t got drive like the whip stuck in P
fuck talkin bitch i’m tryna beat 
mula bitch n its barely in green
thats what you made in a week????
i do that shit in my muhfuckin sleep
bitch
i’m off the mushrooms
you don’t fuck wit my homies its fuck you
me buck in the whip, what we up to?
up to here wit these rappers we stuck to
tryna break out the underground alla y’all tash
2020 gone it aint comin back
fuck that punk shit it alla y’all raps
suck my fuckin dick, put 2 in ya ass
ever since a fuckin jit been trippin, slangin, trappin bitch
even when i didn’t have to, makin money was my passion bitch
i said fuck this town, n now its been a bit since i was lackin bitch
had to lock in, rappin took off, stopped complaining, made it happen bitch
since a jit been stackin, talkin shit might get u flattened bitch
mobbin, pistol packin, smack a rapper out his jacket bitch
you can’t offer jack to me cuz i already have it bitch
you hatin cuz i’m trans
until this mac think u a faggot bitch

(hook:)
jump on the stage n i tweak
beat nasty, it came out the creek
shawdy fuck witta internet hoe
shawdy fuck wit me cuz i’m a geek
n i got me some internet bros
getchu cut for a muhfuckin fee
1 homie would slide if u died
mine do that for a muhfuckin feat

ISSBROKIE - INTERNET HOE! (prod. buckx2)

(hook:)
mirror lookin like cunt
talk wrong, get him put in a blunt
(lil bish)
this bitch need a bump
all a bad bitch do is stunt
(yea!)
only west side runtz
gettin high while i watch game grumps
they only callin me trashy cuz 
i be walkin round with all this dump!

(verse:)
rhinestone hoodie wit the b cup tits
aint a rapper outside ridin beats like this
rhymezone clicked, now he think he the shit
fuck up out my face ‘less u tryna get kissed
mwah :3
ol’ freaky ass bitch
stead’a sayin that i suck go n suck my dick
stead’a hearin “wanna fuck” i’mma take yo bitch
stead’a sayin “what’s up” go n mind yo bizz
brodie
fuck
want beef then its up 
don’t carry cash but i keep shit a buck
keep a buck, couldn’t beef witta mark ass hoe
wanna talk on the team when its us
nobody else makin beats like bruh
shoutout buck shoutout gort like yuh
every time i see a comment sayin brokie shit trash
i just laugh keep countin up the green like “wut?”
you can get a smell of my blush
u passin me in a rush
yo daddy makin a fuss
cuz he jus wanna fuck
my waterbed of a butt
“brokie you dress like a slut”
thats cuz i can, you ain’t servin’
yo tiddies barely a cup
keep my shit untucked
my hips wide as a truck
you built just like a man
a bitch built like a buck
10/10 how i’m cut
*spit sound* on the ground
bet yo man lick it up
like word woah bitch cool it
wanted me some ass so i grew it
got this cute lil guy he a buddhist 
flashed a tiddy at him once said screw it
good neck get his neck n i chew it
mean bitch but the boys in to it
i got this himbo guy, he a unit
said he tryna make my mind go stupid
i tell him “boy, do it, do it, do it, do it”

(hook:)
mirror lookin like cunt
talk wrong, get him put in a blunt
(lil bish)
this bitch need a bump
all a bad bitch do is stunt
(yea!)
only west side runtz
gettin high while i watch game grumps
they only callin me trashy cuz 
i be walkin round with all this dump!

ISSBROKIE - CUNT! (prod. gort)

been singing this around the house lol

(instrumental by coversPH on youtube)

shteppi - how deep is your love? (cover)

made this at 1 am on a thursday because i can't sleep and am jobless

prod by me

INSOMNIAC

chops

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