Produced by SamMarco

Bald Monki:

Bald Monki, best work rate
No need to wait it's my estate
Pumped up now not gonna deflate
Grind the lines no need to skate

Don't have a job but this is my work
Get work done fast like I'm a clerk
Raps never fade don't shoot like Dirk
Lifting that weight, clean and jerk

Nasty beat yeah made by prick
Best one yet yeah he knows that shit
So wavey you can get seasick
Knows the good bass and the kicks

Call him pricky, points like a cactus
Making beats, yeah that's practice
IPad ting, work on the G band
Hear this sound, gonna try expand

Kaywada:

You already know me and Monki on top
Work rate high, never gonna stop
Shout out core 3 ain't fucking flops
All this talking your gonna get dropped

You already know who made this beat
My boy Pricky, can't compete
My rap game harder than concrete
Our time now so go take a seat

Your rap game far off like pluto
Think your good, push off like a sumo
Who knows? Whos better?
Litlefag already getting that cheddar

Think you work that's fucking humour
Lines stuck in my head like a tumour
Not on my level, you're a fucking loser
Litlefag can't rap? that's a fucking rumour

Bald Monki:

itlefag yeah got the bag
On the flow he never gets lag
Getting your girl to bend and gag
Flow master rep with the flying flag

Low key on this he's red-hot
Playing ball daily he got the shot
Place his name now in the slot
Rapping on time and on the spot

Taking pics out to rep core five
Best cire group up here to survive
Core four dead now try to revive
You know you've lost when we arrive

Done on this with a 32
Writing more likes its Deja vu
Spitting bars with an overview
No one can clash of its I v You

Work Rate - Kaywada x Bald Monki (Prod By. SamMarco)

CORE 4 DISS - Kaywada x Bald Monki (Prod By. SamMarco)

Bad Trip - BARATETA Ft. Bald Monki & Kaywada

Dirty Riddim - Kaywada x Bald Monki (Prod. SamMarco)

On Top - Kaywada x Bald Monki (Prod. SamMarco)

Miilkbone - Keep It Real (Instrumental)

lyrics:

Kaywada: 
yeah, talking about the new times
back then we could chime and talk about fucking grime
nowadays it’s about the drugs and 420 blaze, 
I’m in that phase looking like I’m stuck in a maze 

Yeah, all we want is fucking pain, 
fighting each other like we're in some sort of game, 
its lame, people go low for the fame, 
litlefag rap game ain’t the fucking same.

Yeah, need the buds to keep me sane 
need it for my fucking brain, doesn’t matter what the strain, 
balling like I’m Dwayne Wade, raps fuckin homemade
yeah, evil like I’m fucking bane, flow master can’t complain 
us boys in the fucking fast lane

litlefag the fucking thane of this rap game, 
life's going down the drain. 
the new times ... ain’t the fucking same.

BARATETA: 
Pop ain’t debating conversation, he straight lying to her face and 
He full it, ain’t selling it, compelling it for the investigation 
He ain’t  patient, dents on the wall, beat up momma on floor 
Teen listening to it all in his room, through the open door 
Dependin’ on drugs resemblin’, it ain’t my pop 

Mind bending, It aint ending, when it needs to stop 
We ain’t calling da cops, now I tell you what my fathers is not
never elegant, never irreverent , got that ganja, nigga i be selling it 
Don’t know better, getting old, black and white, may weather, mcgregor 

Smoking Mary Jane, to cope with pain, till my clever brain sever 
Don’t listen pay attention, cause I see a negative vision 
Genuine loss, stuntin’ and trippin’ praying for hope but I ain’t Christian 

On the instrumental, going mental, sharing thoughts thru a pencil 
They judgemental, no heart but really it’s implemental 
Paper aint worth shit in life, ill rip it like a ticket 
tear it up into pieces, talking shit but they chirping like a cricket

Bald Monki:
Bald Monki talking about the new times
Now a days no shine
Like we’re all going behind 

Anything for a buzz
Don’t call me fucking cuz
Craving hard now don’t know what it does

Chop to much it’s abuse
Ticking bomb can’t defuse
Can’t see life hard until you step in my shoes

Lost ones that I love
All of them going above
Flying high up proud like a white dove

Real shit don’t joke around
Life having ups and downs 
Gotta fight hard going to the next round

My time to make a move
Who am I to try and prove 
Can’t see myself getting out of this groove

Some people fake drawn
Seeing good don’t want it gone
Living life full ever since I was born 

We decide what me make
All the choices there to take
Work rate high like a car with no brakes

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The New Times - Kaywada ft Bald Monki & BARATETA

Core 3 music 

Produced by SamMarco 

Lyrics: 

Bald Monki:
You’re a mess, come try to the test of me
Bald monki running for the country nahhh
For the earth u got no worth on this stage,
Pen to the page young age 

Can’t step to my zone, bars hard as bones
All skill I’ve shown, don’t need no throne
Just the start of this stuff till I’m grown 

Out, no clout know what I’m about
Can’t doubt gonna shoot up sprout 
Ur song sounds fishy, trout no water drought

Not fair, I’m the brightest flair
Got this challenge now I’m here to dare
The game, when they all clap dis dat
that’s that, all me no crap

All my lines on the phone NOTE
Hear the bars too lethal DOSE
Rapping to get us spread TOAST
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B to the M that’s O N E
Bald Monki and the hive all bees
Keep it up through doors no keys
Know my words with the ABCs

Kaywada: 
going up, not right or left
north, not east or west
prickys beats not up for contest
No completion, they are the best

Hitting the game, leaving my scar
Having the dreams, wish to go far 
Having the dreams to have multiple cars
In this game with the hardest bars 

So get up and retreat, core 3 elite 
with this heat and the prick don beats
Bars too fucking fat, call them OBESE 
Obsolete, cannot compete

Already know we are chopping the trees
Monki and I, we are emcees 
C to the O to the R to the E

Ayesea:
Don’t fuck around on this business 
Way too many gone ask for forgiveness 
Sk stand up you can’t stick this
This one wavy but I ain’t got sickness 

That boy killed but they ain’t got witness 
Man they act like bitches 
Man U big but they flop on the pitches 
Don’t push foul but I’ll flex my riches 

Flicks of the beat that’s some motion pictures
Pussio type n send 
Man tread light when he’s in my end 
Bat eyelid then I bat your friend 

Hopped in the stew and we made this mess 
Not new to the game but I must confess 
Big things on tick smells like success 
They gonna talk but we couldn’t care less, finesse

Mess - Kaywada x Bald Monki x Ayesea (Prod by. SamMarco)

Core 3 Music: What You Heard? 

Featuring Ayesea, Kaywada and Bald Monki 

Prod by. SamMarco

What You Heard? - Ayesea x Kaywada x Bald Monki (Prod. SamMarco)

Can't Contest - BØY16, (Prod. SamMarco)

Produced by Sammarco 

Bald Monki x Kaywada

Fuck The Fakes - Kaywada x Bald Monki (Prod. Sammarco)

SamMarco (Producer)(formally known as "Pricky” & “TB"), 

Kaywada (formally known as "litlefag") 

Bald Monki 
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SONG OUT NOW: "Fuck The Fakes" - Kaywada x Bald Monki (Prod. SamMarco)
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