*prod* https://soundcloud.com/dusty-miller-513534870

*Lyrics*

Uh yeah real bars on the beat
Not even in the rap game, why you wanna try me?
I see, you're mean, black tee I'm clean
Feelin like X when you wanna look at me 
Oh that's right, my flow is whack right?
You never saw me coming like I'm black ice
That's nice, calling me the bad guy
When you're just a house fly
Hit my phone and ask me for the rules that you'll abide by
UH

Wait I'm not done
You're acting like I never saw you try to poke fun
Push me with your bros I'll put smoke to each one
Then my squad will just pull up and now look it's a hit and run
Damn
These rhymes are so smooth
Cooked this on my pc, no sir I don't need a booth
Girls calling me handsome all they wanna do is smooch 
I surround myself with hittas, I resemble Babe Ruth
Isn't it real funny when you try to make a move
You eventually found out I was two steps ahead and knew 
Then you piece it all together and start wishing I was you
Man you really have to realize there is nothing you can do

Let me collect all these thoughts
Like I was dreaming, I woke up and forgot the plot
You see I'm gleaming but look deeper, I'm still distraught 
My heart is beating but eventually it'll stop
Now I'm redeeming all the time I regrettably lost
Realizing that all the time actually had a cost
It isn't monetary like Polo, Nike, Lacoste
It's up to you find out, I have connected the dots
Yuh

ChrisG - Dead Era (Prod - Dusty Miller)

prod - https://soundcloud.com/dusty-miller-513534870
*Lyrics*
Let the bass drop
Stop
This another type of hip hop
Putting my pen to work like a sweatshop
Told it to write faster like I said chop chop 
Notebook on fire, now my hand won't stop

What if my thoughts had control of me?
I'd commit murder, the third degree
I got this pole you see 
I let bust and you lay and leak
Rewind that now and think sexually
Bitch you are dead to me
You broke my heart, there's no warranty
Stuck in my head, there's a war in me
Unfortunately reality
Known as the law of causality 
It's such a tragedy 
Uh

What happenin?
I'm back in my bag
and I'm laughing
My palette of talent 
So balanced
Now what do I have to do to show you
I'm combatant of dragons
No challenge 
Assassin of rappin
A habit made passion

ChrisG - Lost Cause (Prod - Dusty Miller)

prod - https://soundcloud.com/dusty-miller-513534870

*Lyrics*

Chemicals change my brain real slow
Back in the pain, I feel I choke
Laugh aint the same after we spoke
But I don't blame myself, got hope
Glad I got all my bros and dope
Helped me pull back this time, no joke
Wanted to hang low on that rope
I couldn’t be myself, no show

What if I never had come to be? 
Stuck in my own bliss reality
What If I rot beneath a black silk canopy?
Would my demons sit and laugh at me?
Actually, I can see past that whole tragedy
Would anyone grow to get mad at me?
I saw the grass it became a dark shade of green
What I say I’m always gonna mean

How bout you tell me what’s next
Baby girl shot me a text
She's not like the rest
Pulled up real quick in a vette
She came in fast like a jet
I was obsessed
Looked like she’s built up with stress
Told her to chill and undress
I couldn’t of guessed
That she was dead and possessed 
Then It got dark and she left

I woke up with dread
Asked myself “Am I now dead?”
Body was heavy like lead
She appeared in my bed
This time was covered in red
Told me don’t fear but instead
Advised me smile 
Blood filled my room like the Nile  
Flowed down the street for 10 miles
I'm stuck in denial 
Her head was spinning, turnstile
She said it’s worth while

Looks are deceiving
Friends and Family start grieving 
They all now blame me for leaving 
I'm stuck and I’m screaming 
To get my life back I'm feening 
But the demon’s in me feeding
The Garden Of Eden

Chemicals change my brain real slow
Back in the pain, I feel I choke
Laugh aint the same after we spoke
But I don't blame myself, got hope
Glad I got all my bros and dope
Helped me pull back this time, no joke
Wanted to hang low on that rope
I couldn’t be myself, no show

ChrisG - Succubus (prod - Dusty Miller)

prod - https://soundcloud.com/dusty-miller-513534870

*lyrics*

Devil on left shoulder, angel on my right
Start to think neither is right
Conflict creeps in at night 
Back in my feelings, self spite
Picked up the pen, start to write
(x2)

Speak what I think, mouth and brain always synced
Some people, they’ll need a hard drink
Forearm covered in ink, face reflecting from filled sink
Intrigued at first, then when I blinked 
Eyes became black
Blurred out loud “wait what was that?”
He said “your conscious relax”
Cold water splashed, then he just laughed 
Slapped my face, force had me thrown the fuck back
“Do you not realize that all of this pain was your choosing?”
“It’s time to let go, stop the bruising” 
“Just pull the trigger” 
“Only one option I figure”
“Know there’s nothing to consider” 

Devil on left shoulder, angel on my right
Start to think neither is right
Conflict creeps in at night
Back in my feelings, self spite
Picked up the pen, start to write
(x2)

“Have you decided what you’re gonna do?”
Yeah, how bout fuck you! 
Won’t do what you want to!
Took me little bit, but my senses I’ve come to
And as a result my perception now brand new
A permanent solution for a temporary problem?
Ridiculous to see I almost followed 
Would’ve flown to the bottom 
Skull blown to pieces, hollow 
A bitter pill to swallow, was stuck in all those sorrows
Hung up over bullshit that aligned 
Pulled myself back, can’t get stuck in a decline
Updated blueprint, overtime a new design
The outcome was a brand new shiny steel spine

Devil on left shoulder, angel on my right
Now I know I’ve got the might
Conflict creeps in at night
Back in my feelings, I fight
Picked up the pen, start to write
(x2)

ChrisG - Tug Of War (prod - Dusty Miller)

prod - https://soundcloud.com/dusty-miller-513534870

Everytime I come through all I gotta do is walk 
My walk 
Saving up this money 
Fuck a golden wrist watch 
Baby you are not god 
playing little games just stop 
You caught me looking for a fuck i lost 
Tell me now what is the cost? 
I’m off 
a couple Doses 
of importance 
Your main man is boring 
You call me I’m snoring 
Bitch 
it’s almost four in the morning 
Get off my iphone and quit all of your whoring 
My fabric 
From h&m 
Still lavish 
Imagine 
Dropping hella racks on clothes 
You’re spazzing
I’m bagging 
All these hoes inside the beauty pageant
What’s happening 
Just finished stretching hoes like elastic
It’s classic 
how 
People follow leads of others 
Get put in a blunder 
Now they’re in the gutter 
I 
don’t have to just sit and wonder 
I’m filled up with hunger 
start following thunder

Chris Giarraputo

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