D-Day: A Gangsta Grillz Mixtape

Heaven’s EP (with J. Cole)

Full Court Press

No Singles (feat. Smoke DZA)

The Patience

Michelin Star

Keep it lowkey 
When im moving millions you don’t need to know me 
Encryption game won we don’t need a trophy 
StealthAI is the one and only 
Full privacy in the suite what we need 
We been doing things that you ain’t ever seen 
Stealth AI change the world in a sneak 
Portfolio Turn your girl to a freak 
Gotta keep it hidden 
Email Text call 
They gon track your moves 
When you start to ball 
Opps always creeping just forget them all 
Stealth ai like a creep proof wall 
Bullet proof all in the range I’m swerving 
Unique identities it’s full immersion
Dev team cranking out cracked new versions 
Fudders and sellers all dumb broke virgins 
Tell me you ain’t heard this 
Stealth AI revolutionize the game 
When they hit the App Store is when everything changed 
Anonymize what matters when you trading in this space  
Gotta keep your fat bag and your loved ones safe 
That’s real 
Revenue share 
That’s real 
Price climbing like stairs that’s real 
Steal ai that’s real

Full privacy in the suite what we need 
We been doing things that you ain’t ever seen 
Stealth AI change the world in a sneak 
Portfolio Turn your girl to a freak 
Gotta keep it hidden

STEALTH AI @CRYPTORAPCALLS

Wars & Rumors of Wars (Freestyle)

No studio W/ Yarhalo (lahmu)

Freestyle

Chalk - O - Grey

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Necessary

youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqNQ-_Xoq2o
can't give enough credit to https://soundcloud.com/iamsamsa for coming through with crazy concepts on this gem. mad love to https://soundcloud.com/sagekyote for the killer production
lyrics:
scalpel to the heart trying to stop the bleeding 
symphonic Mozart echoes off the ceiling 
study symbols in each scar trying to catch some meaning
I’ve come to the conclusion yo I must be dreaming
yo I must be dreaming yo I must be dreaming
I’ve come to the conclusion yo we must be dreaming

wake up screaming
same dream that I’ve had for the past six years
it starts on a metal x building, feet are on the ledge, 
head starts tilting, teeter on the edge
and I jump off and it feels like a month long as I’m falling
then it cuts off as I plunge through an awning,
yawning, wake up and
I don’t really know what to make of it I
really wish these night terrors stopped
swear to god, these night mares are awful
scenes out a gothic novel, worst part is that I’m the author
x maybe I should call a doctor, maybe I should get a fucking shrink to see me,
whatever, turn on the TV, channel flip through a bunch of repeat
episodes of the twilight zone, flip to a sports channel with the highlights on,
through the primetime news and a lifetime film and a wildlife doc, then finally stop
on an infomercial
bout a controversial 
experimental, non-reversible
medical procedure
dream deletion, remove potential to dream while sleeping
and enjoy your rosy slumber
interested? call the toll-free number
one eight hundred 5867-633, fine print under, I ignore it 
just grab my phone, and dial the digits till I hear the tone, 
fingers fidget till I hear a lone voice across the speaker groan
thank you for calling
we’re no longer offering our service, I’m awfully sorry
we’re lawfully obligated to close off of our operation
thanks for your cooperation 
and they hang up
rang up their office a second time
and a third and a fourth and fifth and on the sixth I checked the line
to hear a voice give me directions to their office, there’s a sign
out front that says siesta inc in rustic print and when I find it
I should go up flights of stairs until I see a shining light and
walk through halls of doors until I get to room one hundred one
and as they talk I grab the keys and let my Civic’s engine run
and drive until I see the sign, and park my car and walk the floor
and run up flights of spiral stairs until I think I see the door
and open wide and step outside, behind me now the door is shut
I’m standing on a concrete ledge and must be 80 stories up
and as I’m slipping off the edge, I can feel my iPhone rung
and I pick up and hear the voice behind the metal echo “jump” “jump” “jump”
i must be dreaming, like i must be dreaming

flashback to the night before 
lucid swimming ocean floor 
following this motion towards 
the shore but I can barely make it
seems like everything is vacant 
except a solo lighthouse in the forest 
door is forced shut but I climb the ladder
at the top a sadder picture or illusion
eyes moving to a city left in ruins
past the woods, I draw conclusions 
wait, heard a sound 
return to ground, in the trees it seems louder
so I scatter after fractured laughter 
patterns in the distance hear it echo 
losing minutes as I let go of existence 
as I know it, tip toe into this wasteland 
lots of empty spray cans tagging no man’s land
on all the building torn down to pieces 
I wonder if man kinds now become an endangered species
and if so, what’s the purpose of my being?
I’ve come to the conclusion that I must be dreaming
man I’ve come to the conclusion that I must be dreaming
still can’t wake up so I see what all my dreams are really made of
as I follow through the wake of whatever massacre occurred
thoughts growing more disturbed passing every single curb
til I swerve into a burning sign and think
where else have I heard of Siesta Inc?

STEALTH AI @CRYPTORAPCALLS

Crypto Rap