Beats by Cyberclops 
Cuts by Uncle Fester 
Mixed & Mastered by Cyberclops 
Art by Will Buhler

Clops & KEVORK - Back At It Ft. Joeybagadoughnuts

Clops & KEVORK - Mystique Ft. Woozy Medz, & Supa Sortahuman

Clops & KEVORK - Permanent

being broke in america is unnatural

LYRICS : 

I been livin off delusion 
Cuz I heard its healthy 
Pockets growing
Labels talkin 
Hoes been far from stealthy 
I'm still slightly flyin under radars 
I practice like its playoffs 
I lay brick a day I'm out here tryna build the Great Wall of yours truly 
I need more groupies 
And less people tryna get a cut 
Put your fuckin hands back in your pockets 
man you said enough 
Conversation over 
Lately I've been celebrating 
Hardly ever sober 
True squad generals
No room for soldiers 
I gotta classic debut right here chillin in my holster 
My shoulders got the weight of my world on them 
And her world 
And his world
And your world on them
I need a Venezuelan 
Or my afghani chick from dc 
To come fuck with my campaign
And treat me presidential 
Leave the politics at home 
It's strictly lewinski 
Then it's back to tryna get a buzz like 50
Cup full of whiskey just to level out 
I only keep kings around me Sacramento style 
You needa elevate your life 
You've been livin lateral 
Get you a passion 
Put some dreams in a catapult 
Being broke in America is unnatural 
I'm just givin you facts 
You start givin ideas 
They start givin you cash 
You start poppin a little 
They start givin you daps 
You sing a couple fucking hooks and they start givin you ass
But I'm not mad at the slightest 
The public praises you for what you practice in private 
You've been cordially invited 
To my showin out party 
Reminds me of LA when we had cases of Bacardi 
Jars of marijuana 
Rooftop was the lobby
Too young for that money 
So the girls got wobbly 
They want the whole crew like motley 
That was right before 21 
I been fuckin the world 
I'm bout to make the money come 
Fuck what yall got 
Yall squares time is up because I watched you let the ball drop 
One too many times 
I been hidin out in Brooklyn 
I got too comfortable
I had to rearrange the cushions 
Get in touch with my chakras 
Pop Pop just died 
I fell in love with some vodka 
Fell out with ex 
Then back in love with some vodka 
My half brother jimmy 
Showed up at the wake 
Hadn't seen him since 97 
What the fuck do I say 
He's got some baby mamma issues
shits been ugly 
She's tryna take him down 
Raisin money with gofundme 
Damn 
On top of that heroine took my best friend 
He hits me up to blow L's 
I'm just tryna get m's 
And hoes comin out the woodworks 
They see ya boy building
So they tryna get this woodwork 
If you tan with an accent
Ummm it could work 

Brooklyn Freestyle (Prod. Russ)

young ones on they shit. no excuses. 

LYRICS :

I get my inspiration from my own potential
Fuck yo taste I know what's hot I got my own credentials
I'm goin crescendo 
Off my own instrumentals 
So I don't want your beats 
Im in the game you're in the stands 
I don't want your seats 
I'm heatin up 
Peep my numbers 
Discovered around the world like Columbus 
I'm the one it's been determined by my confidence 
Always down to politic like show me what the offer is 
Buzz startin to build like who brought russ into the offices? 
Accomplishments been stacking kinda nicely as of late 
But I'm tryna get this flyin to get this dyin to get this cake 
Coulda signed and been on tour with your favorite independent 
But imma boss and a boss respects that 
I'll be patient for my entrance 
Cuz the quicker you come in 
Is the quicker that you exit 
The more you fight the process 
Is the less you really let it 
Unfold how its spose to 
But lemme pause the coachin cuz my Spanish chick just rolled thru 
Don't get cold feet baby I know you got on snow shoes 
But come here lemme coax you
Got a little liquor and I guess that we can smoke too 
I tried to put her on but she don't believe enough 
She ain't that rough she ain't a rider she's not eve enough 
But she's naive enough 
To make me get unruly
Make me wanna kick her out my car like I was Gucci 
But I'm George clooney in oceans eleven 
I'm tryna pull this caper off 
Smirk at all the skeptics 
Piss all of my neighbors off 
And by neighbors I mean peers 
And by peers I mean people who doubted me over the years 
Cuz I was livin out their fears 
This is that no excuses 
Make a movement or get lapped 
I couldn't do a 9-5 I felt like that was just a trap 
I'm not racing round with rats for a little piece of cheese 
Imma build my own factory 
Retire at 33 
I'm just rhyming on an island just tryna get this motherfucking GUAP

Lapped (Prod. Russ)

yung god.....

additional vocals by Emmanuel Davis

LYRICS : 

Yung God when I ride up 
Not too many that can fuck with me
Never hung up on the bullshit
I cant afford that type of luxury
Howd I get so faded
Howd I get so faded
Im boutta do a show in Paris
I swear Im feelin like I made it

Makin deposits off of bein a prophet
Turnin visions into riches way too big for my pockets
Baby girl Im a star
I suggest you acknowledge 
While you were scalin out your pride
I was weighing my options 
Like aint no room in my pictures for bitches I end up croppin
Ive been movin and flippin and livin life like Im poppin
Im the yung yacht owner
Bitch and Im not sober
Yea they had me on probation but ill be done in Cctober 

You dont have to love me love me 
But you gon have to fuck with me 
You dont have to love me love me 
But you gon have to fuck with me

Yung God when I ride up 
Not too many that can fuck with me
Never hung up on the bullshit
I cant afford that type of luxury
Howd I get so faded
Howd I get so faded
Im boutta do a show in Paris
I swear Im feelin like I made it

Society tryna reduce me to simplicity
But little do they know that Im designed by the divinity
Not wrapped up in your rules
Im intertwined with the infinity
Baby close your eyes 
Youll realize that youre feelin me 
Sip G-I-N
Flip these problems
Flip these hoes into 16's ahhh shit
Howd I get so faded 
Howd I get so faded

You dont have to love me love me
But you gon have to fuck with me
You dont have to love me love me
But you gon have to fuck with me  

Yung God (Prod. Russ)

Color Me Badd - I Wanna Sex You Up (Instrumental)

Produced by inua rawmos
Written by inua rawmos

20/20 [Prod. by inua rawmos]

A Few Of My Favorite Fetishes

little chill thing i made lol its lowkey just me soloing over it but still upload worthy i think

the perfect side of the pillow

Dame D.O.L.L.A. - BYE BYE

Nothing At All

kendrick lamar & dr dre vs beats antique: the allure vs the recipe mashup

someone sends me a sample and i spend an hour making a beeat from it

Phish - Tweezer (tweetabeat challenge #3)

I make beats. Oh yeah, I rap too. But mostly I just eat burritos.

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Clops & KEVORK - Back At It Ft. Joeybagadoughnuts

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