Durag Activity Remix by Cloud on Cloud 9

Beat produced by jdbeatz

Original beat by SuperDuperBrick

Durag Activity Remix

"CROOKED BY NATURE" (what I have to say)

Whole lotta sun I just do it for the fun (Ey)
You can look you want I put hours in your don't (Shit)
Whole lotta sun I just do it for the fun (Ey)
You can look you want I put hours in your don't (Shit)

Whole lotta sun on my face but still cold on the inside
What does a man gotta do to get some insight
Told myself to sleep through night, get my head right
Whatever is keeping me grounded I gotta let it go (Let it go)
Shake it all off, like dirty clothes
I gotta, I gotta go, but really no
In my mind, I got a goal and that goal is a road (Yeah)
(In my mind, I got a goal and that goal is a road Yeah)
Yeah, a road that nobody yet know
Nobody has set foot on
It's like my own
Call it my own
No you can't divide divine
Gotta define divine first
And naturally you find the right perks
Ain't no right curse when we left hurt
Ain't no wrong word we in the back yerr
(Ain't no wrong word we in the back yerr)

Lookin at your statue like a vert thin line
Never compare your fucking level to the words we rhyme
Never ever were together with a girl so fine
That she call herself prime
Getting fucked up off the wine
Get a nut for a dime
Fuck her up with a uppercut
Cause she told lies (Yeah huh)
But you know I can't do that
I don't ever hit my prime
Always been my time
heads turn when I pass 'em
They just passive, scrolling like the masses
Waiting in line
That's a fact kid
Go study your talents that's the best it
Comes with a burden and a goal, but if the goal bigger
And you ain't a gold digger
Fill it with your soul and get blessed kid (Hah)
That's the fucking best shit (Yuh)

Whole lotta sun I just do it for the fun (Ey)
You can look you want I put hours in your don't (Shit)
Whole lotta sun I just do it for the fun (Ey)
You can look you want I put hours in your don't (Shit)

Whole Lotta Sun

Everybody better keep it on a low
When the cloud come with the flow (Yeah)
Everybody fly when I fill the whole room with the dope smoke
Green bags from the last payroll
That's how it go, that's how I roll
It' a long ladder see me climb my shit
Fuck 'em all they ain't gettin' no cheddar
When they try my shit
See me fly by quick
Y'all just making assumptions
Let me stomp this
Let me flaunt bitch
You know, you know, you know, I got something
Meet me at the function
I don't do no fuck shit
Yeah for real I got this
Swing it like a club kid
Better believe me
I'm keeping my word
On fucking god bitch
Straight face lyin'
People so damn garbage
Preachin preachin peace
No need lying I can see the hot cartridge
I see the blood painted on the ground carpet
Ain't nobody giving up their privilege for the better
Fuck you narcissitic parties
Always give 'em smoke like I'm Marley
They hardly at work, they just started
Startin' to sweat when I question the fuck out of this nonsense
Constantly smiling like those sharp teeth monsters
I can watch your lips move and not catch a word like talking at concerts
Have I stated that I do not fuck with no phones at  no concerts
that shit make me concerned
Better be keeping that in your motherfucking pocket
We don't need it in an instant we be gone
Talk it to my face or I'll be slapping that shit higher than your eyes after the bong
Forget the weed or the the liquor
Society blooddripping from a problem much thicker
(From a problem much thicker)

Livin' in the lense of an imposter
That'll get you sick, that'll cost ya
Check out all this nonsense
People stalking people
They just creepy like they monsters
Like they monsters
Livin' in the lense of an imposter
That'll get you sick, that'll cost ya
Check out all this, check out all this  nonsense
people stalking people they just creepy like they monsters
Like they monsters

See the family trees they wither
And the veins turn ice cold
When it's winter in 'em
If you do not see no winner in ya
And bet us well all been there
Then better get it in place
I mean your mindset
A strong state of mind
Will realize what and who one of a kind is
I'm one of the kindest
Motherfuckers that's really the problem
But there ain't no way that I will ever motherfucking stop it

Livin' in the lense of an imposter
That'll get you sick, that'll cost ya
Check out all this nonsense, people stalking people
They just creepy like they monsters
Like they monsters
Livin' in the lense of an imposter
That'll get you sick, that'll cost ya
Check out all this, checkout all this nonsense
People stalking people
They just creepy like they monsters
Like they monsters

Flow

Monsters

I got way too many routes in my brain
That got me feeling all jiddery
Literally seeking epiphany
But never leave the kid in me
You kidding me this really kinda killin me
I couldn't kill a dream of mine
I mean I wanna see the sign
I'm feelin like I got no time
Got no rhyme, got no line on my mind
Feelin like I gotta go shine
Feelin like I gotta go rhyme
Better and better
This like a battle for letters
You can not settle no pressure
I hit the scene and they amazed
When I raise they level
Ears all perk up
When I raise the treble
You work for what
Kinda racist devil
Kinda racist devil
You be his slut
Fuck a basic level
Fuck a basic level of life
I know you know this ain't right

I pull up with no bigotry
And spread the positivity
You better be no killer-bee
That never gonna sing like Sting
Sick of these wannabe kings
They sapplings
All big talk but
Never back it with actions
Me, actually fascinate 'em
You, factually ass and ate it
Your Horizon look assassinated
So dumb gotta act and fake it
Back to basics
Who is I to blame it's not the Q or clue or vaccination no
I'm the doc and then you got no patients oh
No applause for sloppy cavemen logic
Back to love became a project
Copy cats and plain imposters
Oversaturate the game with nonsense
Mold a cast and make another monster
Roll a lap, where the road is black
Cause I wrote this rap, and the mode is trap
Got it sounding like it's like bogus cats flexing all their gats
But my pen put 'em all in bags
I don't need a cosign when a fan want an autograph
I do it all for rap, you hate because I got a beat being border trap
I'm so call it cap
No never gave a fuck what they think like Collin Kap'

Put a brick on this brick
Guess I do it my speed
But I stick with this shit
No stick shift flick that ruin my lead
Drop bombs when I drop songs
But got peace in my heart
Like I'm Boom Marley
Malibu like Paak. I'm cool
I'm tryna pull up with no pedestal
I gotta keep all my toes down
And not frown when there ain't no spike
That broke from a gold crown
When the hike ain't light
Like I'm Mike Tyson tryna fight
What you might call a whole clown
No your life fucking bites
Better push away the spite
Going at you while you mad
And you full of resentment
That shit like a death sentence
Still I tense up when I sense this
Say I push through and I meant it
Yeah, still I push through and I meant it

Look at my life, like don't let me lie
Like don't make me cry, like me in the sky
They calling me cloud for a reason I'm fly
Fuck all the hater shit see me go wave you goodbye
Doin this shit till the day that I perish and die,

Listen to me when I say I got a black and white
Hall of fame painting on my wall
That's people that'd die for it
That's people that cried for it
That's people that write for it
The feeling when you go and kill it
The skill is tremendous I spill it
Spillage Village where I see myself chillin
I know that I can be sitting at top shelf, top wealth
Let me get on the mic and I drop hell
Fire on you like it's napalm
Gotta stay calm
Keep my shit together when I I feel like I can never be certain
Thoughts keep lurking, I'm working on standing my ground when it's urgent
Do not wanna duck when life so sour like a gherkin

Jiddery

Originally produced by Beat Butcha, araabMUZIK & Christo, re-produced by D-Ace.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OS3T2zevJls

STICK (REMIX) [Original Version by: JID, KENNY MASON, SHECK WES & J. Cole]

Cookin’ Up  ( RIP Young Isaiah Rashad Remix )

Original Beat produced by Kal Banx

Cookin' Up (RIP Young Isaiah Rashad Remix)

Beat produced by OSVMA
Lyrics:

Still Cope - Beat OSVMA "Slide"


(Yeah Realize
Tryna be more present
Present in time, just
Just kinda coming to the conclusion
We're all)

Living off borrowed time
I just be wantin' some peace of mind
Smoking this reefer in recent times
Sow, let it grow
Like soap
Flow clean in rhymes
Pour let it flow
Heart glitter and gold
The harder I go
The more that I know
The bigger I go
The farther I tow
To people I don't want no smoke
I just wanna smoke
My demons they don't
Have day offs
They won't
Say with me
We know
We gotta keep going
Toppling, falling
Then get up again
And keep haulin'
Doubt my ambition
By my love for mariuhana
But I check myself up in the mirror
Wanna see a winner shine
Even when it's fucking winter time
I got the steez
I got the trucks
Deck it go flip
Keep it a buck
Mind off the bucks
I'ma go skate
Talkin' bout shit
They can relate
Gettin' and smoking my piece
Smell like a reef
Colors like corals
I kill it no chorus indeed
But on demand
I bloodily body all beats
If I'm in the zone
I don't need no weekend
Yeah I jump off that cliff
And then dive in the deep end
Keep it a buck
Keep it in touch
Keepin' shit real
That is wassup
Always a hunnid
and run it but
tryna stay humble though
Yea never see me tumble
When I focus
Days go by as I'm
Lost in my own shit
I forget to drink more water
Lips feeling like Lotus
Then I'm with her
And I'm lost in the motion
Lots of emotion
Kinda girl that make you wanna quit those drugs
But I still feel better when I'm smoking
Judge me for coping I bet you won't hop in this boat kid

Still lil dazed
And I hop in the whip
Go unpark my car
For a shopping trip
Mangos and lime
For the next time
I spark a spliff
I need myself more sun
And I think I can
Write myself  more songs
But I never will right my wrongs still
Stopped getting pushed to the side like thongs
Vision all clear from the start
Now it's blurry like bongs
I'm in no mood to get shit done like pronto
But when I do write me song
Yeah you know it's upfront though

(Yeah Cloud)

Woke up today
Feel like a loop
Not in the mood
Too much to do
Too much to watch
Too much to listen to
You sayin what?
Mind keep on spinning
Can't get it to stopped
Writing my story
I don't know the plot
I wanna go like it a lot
I wanna go live it
Outside of a box
I wanna go big
Not home yeah
Only, only up not down yeah
Nah, not stuck no frown yeah
No, no never get stagnant
Pull up with a better attitude
Visualize what's happening
Visualize claps and pats on backs and
Your heart the purest you made it
But not for the bragging
Carry a chip on your shoulder
No munk
It just may keep you stay silent
Like monks
(Dope)
Carry that baggage
Sip on a bottle
They giving out brown bags
Puff on a cigarette or joint
Tryna drown facts
Yeah
Maybe that's
Maybe that's life yeah
Maybe I'm just tryna
Make it alright yeah
(dope)
Stillness ain't still sometimes
Quietness ain't quiet sometimes
I'm in a fight sometimes
Only feel able to fight the time (yeah)

Never not focus
Taking this life in
It's bogus
All about makin' this cash
And blowing it
For the love of god or whatever
Let me clone it
Money getting mown like lawns
By the white house' yard
Ey, bills keep growing
It's the biggest part
Keep zoning out in this goddamn art
The worlds I create
They are odd
Not really, no plot
More twists, I twist up
Then plant myself in front of paper
I feel like I'm rewinding tapes up
No tape stop
Just keep it recording
'Till I cross the finish line
Breaking the tape off
You see me take off
Haters are way off
Premium delivery
Don't call me Bezos
Finding it hard
To be living
Gotta be making some pesos
16th line still waiting for the pay off
They want me hard but I stay soft
Wannabe quiet but I say a lot
Think I did listen but still forgot
Ey, really don't know where my mind might go
Too much fight or flight so I might just smoke
It's alright but I ain't goin' lie
I still cope

Still Cope

Out Here in This World

Gold

Green II (Skit)

Green

Pink

Blue

Original by Souls of Mischief
Instrumental Provided to YouTube by RCA/Legacy
Lyrics and Vocal Production: Cloud on Cloud 9

Lyrics:
"Like a squid spitting ink
And on the mic say what I think
Mic on Mic check 
Tyson vs Fury
It's intense when I am furiously typing
No I ain't enticed by all the gold
It's all a show a show off no one's gonna know (they gonna know)
I don't know
But I flow just way too cold
This life be freezing to the soul
And then be free for many blows to the dome
I wanna go stone after stone
Stick after stick 
Kindle my own fire till it's lit
And I don't give a shit
Comfort distracts evil attacks
And the tax will turn to bullets 0 facts
From the Macs from the print in the mail
In the mag from the store you can grab
It's all distorted like the mirrors in a funhouse
Keep out politics
Or you will keep the damn fun out
I ain't over there 
But people tend to pull a chopper out
Greed and lack of moral make no proper route,
I'm over here in bliss compared to what I miss but I don't miss
The violence rise at the horizon when the sun ain't shining
Hands are shook the most amongst crookeds
See them with their suit and smile
But the way they think is straight out of  a shooter file,
It's like we glorifying these horrorphiles,
Yeah uh

Above the clouds ain't no peace no
Above the clouds ain't no peace 
Above the clouds ain't no peace no
Above the clouds yeah

Just a whole lotta rockets
So much damn power knock the cities out their sockets
Everytime I think ain't no way you can go and top this
Another bomb more dead kids
Like a dropkick got me baffled
Piles of bodies higher than the castles
That these empires are build on
I can see the struggle and I don't know how they stay strong

Well it's war outside
And it's hell on earth
You would think that it's heaven above the clouds
But no no

Above the clouds ain't no peace no
No No No No No
Above the clouds ain't no peace no
No No No No No
Above the clouds ain't no peace
Above the yeah
Cloud Nine"

93 Till Infinity - Cloud Remix - "No Peace Above The Clouds"

Beat produced by Globeats

Lyrics:

I sow flows in lines
Before I reap the reap the repercussions
Toe to toe with goats 
If I really wrote it
Then you know it's gold
Overflow like housing that is low by boats
Sea it to believe it
How I grow up so bold
Handled the cold
I found my code
Through my soul
Like in cheats in a test
I do not look down though
So spit this game like mantra
Right now here it goes
1 for my mother shining bright like no other
2 for my love I'm still her biggest seceret lover
3 for the times that I really done suffered
Still it made me stronger like a diamond getting tougher
4 for all mistakes I made and times I was in scuffles
Looking back it's all a mess but beauty lies in clusters
story from a sappling to a man
I was destined so I ran
5 fingers of death ain't never put me down to rest

Perplexity flexes no ice on the necklace
The best of the best come from what they obsessed with
A test if you stress you recess I confess  
Shit congest I digress still I'm blessed
What is next look inside  
Go address
Yeah it's not what it seem
Put me up on the screen
What I write put on top of a beam
Like pulling play plutty
How I stretch these schemes
Gears turn in mind like a typing machine
Yeah my lines by your head sound like Lightning Mcqueen

1 for my mother shining bright like no other
2 for my love I'm still her biggest seceret lover
3 for the times that I really done suffered
Still it made me stronger like a diamond getting tougher
1 for my mother shining bright like no other
2 for my love I'm still her biggest seceret lover
3 for the times that I really done suffered
Still it made me stronger like a diamond getting tougher

Counting Blessings

Kodak Black Gnarly Remix ( Prod by MOD Beats )

no backflips feat. Julia Stielow

[intro]
1 time for the art I'ma get it like,
2 times for the haters see you later bye,
3 times like a motherfucking poet,
writin' bout the holy trinity,
4 times for the grind, see me ride till infinity,
Wide awake in the dark night,
1 time for the dark times,
2 times let the sparks fly, Like a bonfire,
Like I'm on fire, let a bomb fly,

[Verse 1]
Take care like a Bonsai, fuck a bow-tie,
Do not Bond with a .45
Fuck a deadly weapon I'ma kill with this pen bitch,
Never fucking put on auto-pilot, when I write, understand this,
Grow like Bambus, hit 'em with a backflip,
Fuck a game puppet even if he got mad tricks,
Feel like in a matrix,
Come with ambition but I left fulla (left fulla) badges,
Fuck a toe-dippin' I'ma crash it,
Fuck all distractions,
Better go hard or home,
Bet that I'ma burn like acid
Nobody yet know that I'ma make it real big (real big),
Yes I got a fucking talent but I gotta work hard
to write real slick (real slick),
Flashin' the masses, you know this shit brutal like it's battle of bastards,
Spazz with the pen, shit's precious,
Middlefingers up to depression,
Don't topple and tripe like it's acid,
I been sleeping way too long,
I got the feeling it is time to go and show 'em who da real king,
See me set fire to the building,
My shit like Wu for the children, they be like who do the real thing
All the people wondering who's gonna come and bring it fucking to back to the good ol' days,
I got a good ol' sayin, its says do your thing and don't let other people...

[Hook 2x]
Roll over the scene, like a wave, like ISIS (ISIS),
Comin' to travel the world, put me on a fucking whitelist (whitelist)
Come with the nice shit,
Zero to a hunnid from a heaven to a crisis,

"All the time stuck in the mind, thoughts jumpin' around from time to time,
Thinking why the fuck can I not concentrate, contemplate, then again I go create,
Wonder... Mom do I got ADHD?"

[Bridge]
1 time for the art I'ma get it like,
2 times for the craft, never fuckin bite,
3 times for the lines on my block,
gettin' chopped by the doc, I'm a motherfuckin' sick mind,
4 times for the days that were way back,
5 times for the kids where the war at,
6 times for the kids like me whot ADHD just to motherfuckin...

[Chorus]

[Verse3]
Come with the nice like this, sound right like this,
Got my pen to flow like water, when a motherfucker,
Write like this
Swallow your pride and make it work,
Just follow the until it occurs,
Go look for a diamond in the worst,
'Till this shit put a dime in a purse , (ey)

[Outro]
Yah, keep working
Come like a wave like ISIS
Come like a wave like ISIS
Keep on working, and you'll get there
Yah, remember the name,
C10UD

Joyner Lucas and Logic - ISIS REMIX

Hamburg City

Beat produced by Pele Inator.
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Students Of The Game Feat. KingKelo

I am Cloud aka. Cloud on Cloud 9.
I am a 25 yrs old musician from Hamburg and I started rapping about 9 years ago. My biggest influences are rappers like Kendrick Lamar, Eminem, Royce da 5’9 or JID and the whole of dreamville and TDE basically. My debut album „Flow“ and my EP "COLOR" ARE OUT NOW!!!!!!
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