SHE PLAYING WITH MY NERVES
SHE PLAYING WITH MY VICES
CALLING IT CHRISTMAS, THIS BITCH BE ON MY NICE LIST
SPREAD EAGLE, MAX KEGAL, POSTED ON SOME HYPE SHIT
ALL MY DEAD FRIENDS SAYING "YEAH MAN I LIKED IT"

CALL HER ANGELA, CUS THIS BITCH BE MY ANGEL
SHE AINT FUCKING WITH ANYONE LESSER, NOW IM STABLE
6 INCHES, SPREAD ACROSS THE TABLE, BRAKER BOX,
PUTTING IN THE CABLE, OVERLOAD THAT CIRCUIT BOARD

CALL ME FUCKING ABEL CALL ME FUCKING ABEL
XO XO
CALL ME FUCKING ABEL CALL ME FUCKING ABEL
XO XO 
CALL ME FUCKING ABEL

FUCKBOY$WAG2002

Break down, bring the cake around
You gettin sprayed down, lookin shaky now...
Blaze a pound till all of you phase out
No acceptance I chase around
Time to erase the doubt...
If there was any left, they said I was dead
Turn around, put the barrel to they head
Share threats, I ain’t scared of whatchu said
Better compare correct, I’ll air that set
Who to impair next.... Vegetable status
Let it be havoc, now they regressin that static
The rest of us cashed in, let the bastards in
Pass me the win, I’ll get that hash lit
See a reaction, only gonna be me clappin
I’ll lead the madness, March it in the streets
Till all of you believe, if I fall then I’m free
Another time the cops is called on me
Hide the raw, dope in the drywall
Acid rain, let the Skyfall
James Bond ride dog, potato the pistol
And slide off, your mama cry to the cross
Candle lit vigil, pics of when you was little
How I depict the riddle, strip the residuals
You hit critical, poetry on the beat
I flow it with heat so you know it’s me
Coast to coast leap, boast my feats
Cuz I was supposed to see defeat
Instead of that, send a message back
When I hit the club, I head for the back ...
To blend wit the shadows, watch it unravel
Toe taggin cliques, snuck a mag in this bitch
Rags to rich, figure how to get the bag quick
So it’s back to this since I’m laggin wit a hit
You know they won’t play me tho
If the state runs the radio, I hate the ratio
Make em say whoa, the cases of ammo
All pearl, hit the face wit the handle
Till you dismantled.. My evangel
The perfect example, give em a sample
Crowds pretty ample, you’ll get trampled
Gamble in the bramble
The vandal’s exposing the scandal
Lend a hand or two, matter fact don’t
Need no cash loan, I’m a hazard Holmes
Blasting that chrome, no chaperone 
I’m in the fast zone, burning octane
Cock a gauge, red dot em and spray
Let it off till they block break
Look for what’s not fake
Can’t seem to find it, fiend for the highness
You see the dry lips, keeping it vibrant
Redeem my likeness from all the fights I was in
Check the chin, in the street whena record spin
The vinyls the only thing reliable
But sometimes the music could lie to you
I write it true.. Sniper on the roof
If they ride wit you then they’ll die wit you
Digging double graves, dub what you say
Assassinate to up my pay, my coming of age
Rumbled wit rage, set the tundra ablaze
Snuffin the pain, in no cookie cutter ways
Aye...
You know they won’t play me tho
If the state runs the radio
Let two 380s go, fuck you pay me hoe
See the way it goes
Take it on the nose...
One trip, dump a clip, hit you in front your bitch
She runnin and shit, when the chopper sing
Kickin up rocks and things, another block thing
Get another squad to bring
They droppin they rings, bada bing
Soprano style, gripping the handle wild
Bass in my voice, not for the cameras now
Gary Montana is foul, Mike is a gentleman
If I gotta settle shit, cold metal gripped
Need checks quick, check this
Climb out the wreckage wit no protection
Tear out ya midsection, give a lesson
But this ain’t a classroom, bring the cash thru
Cash rules, anything else is laughable
Gotta get after you, smack this fool
I’m slackin duke, cuz I know I’m ethereal
Try to help steer it thru, see what the fear do
Let it come near you, the clear truth...
Wait for the day I could say
All the problems went away
Never say never today, give me extra praise
I’m very graced & I’m all pepper today
All pepper today...

Tutto Pepe (prod. by NYBangers)

El Año del Buey
 
Este es el intro, bienvenido al limbo, al mundo encadenado con esclavos como ríos
caminan por la calle, son todos y son nadie, la grandeza vendida por un poco de money 
y party y nikes para tirar el corte y sentir que somos alguien frente a otros por deporte.
Es tiempo del análisis, salir de la parálisis, tiempo de go and check your self como Ice Cube tirando el flow así. 
Pendejo, eres un espejo de la cultura narco que te tiene por los huevos. 
Tan ciego tu ego, quieres ser primero, recuerda que los amos no comparten el poder con sus esclavos. 
Vuelvo al pasado, las eras humanas, el dolor de los atados y a látigo callados, culpados. 
Esta es la utopía que vendieron a palos pero tu no te has dado cuenta de la mierda que nos meten día a día en la cabeza disfrazada de felicidad impuesta. 
Tus sueños ya no importan si no están en línea con la autoridad de turno y su política, asesina de la voluntad, solo partidaria de tu rol en la sociedad autómata. 
Basta ya, mira donde vas que vas a chocar.
Yo no, yo no soy esta piel, yo si, yo sigo de pie.
Yo soy guerrero sin ley, este es el año del buey.
Todos somos bueyes hechos para el trabajo, por años nos tienen de las riendas y castrados. 
Castrada la mente, castrada el alma, castradas las bolas pa que no digamos nada
cuando lleguen las patadas y bajes la mirada y lamas los zapatos del verdugo que te castra
y no nos importa, lo sabemos de sobra porque es más importante tener likes que tener bolas. 
¿No me crees? entonces no estás escuchando, no es por asustarte pero ya te estan cagando hace años por lo bajo, 
pero es mi trabajo despertarte del tik tok y los culazos que te tienen dominado, hipnotizado, idiotizado, 
¡todavía estamos a tiempo carajo!, la rebeldía que heredamos no ha muerto, solo falta que te levantes de entre los muertos. 
Escúchame bien y te diré lo que no eres, no eres esclavo y ellos nos temen.
No eres un cobarde sin voluntad ni nombre, eres más que un número, eres más que un hombre. 
Hoy, el buey, se levanta como un búfalo, no más bestias de carga, no más abusos.
Los toros enojados reclaman el trono, dioses entre hombres, dioses de oro
Yo no, yo no soy esta piel, yo si, yo sigo de pie
Yo soy guerrero sin ley, este es el año del buey
Yo soy guerrero sin ley, este es el año del buey

El Año Del Buey

What Am I Running From?

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Tamo Bien - Onlion

Jeremiah Yoko - 50K

New Me

This song was written during a time in my life where I was facing lots of changes in my life, losing friends + business opportunity and eventually falling back into relapses/toxic habits. Sometimes we hit our low, but thats when its easier to go up because thats all there is to see ! 

Produced by WONDERLUST
Vocals produced by EmcYO
Mixed and Mastered by Elias Cintron

Interested in seeing the visuals that go with this song? Tap in >:)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xvYotdkbOw&ab_channel=EmcYO

Stream link: https://ffm.to/emcnomore

New Me

Codey Tee