Producer: @cyborKat
Lyrics: @dbn-kai
Mastering: @ayosoundmind

Stay Trappin' Stay Rappin' (feat. DBN KAI)

BUBBLEGUM | けけアイドル

Producer: @cyborkat
Vocals: @dbn-kai

Lyrics:

Look

Covered in blood left that boy leaking red

Empty the clip when I aim at his head

Dun-dun-dun-dun when I drum at his head

Marching a band when I'm shootin' that lead

Aim at his head I don't aim for the leg

Choppa right on me like my name was Tony

I'm digging your grave When I sacrifice homie

The bullets gon' dance like Mac when he roni

Call to the father the heaven's the one

Making me mad I'mma empty my gun

Pull on the trigger the son of a gun

If you talk about gods I'mma cut off ya tongue

Choosin' my weapon my name is James Bond

Choppa reloaded and take off ya arm

Feel like it's thunder that bitch super strong

Feelin' that pain now you fallin' apart

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr! They call me the gravedigger)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr! They call me the gravedigger)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr! They call me the gravedigger)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr! They call me the gravedigger)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr! They call me the gravedigger)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr! They call me the gravedigger)

They call me the gravedigger

(They call me the gravedigger)

They call me the gravedigger

Pray to the father the king to the throne

Ask for forgiveness and let it be known

Call me the lord when I'm sending you home

You beg for your name with the things that you own

They call me the great

But can you relate

Your soul I'mma take

I'm filled with that hate

Dime or a dozen the chrome I be clutchin'

It's up then it's stuck with the heat I concuss em'

Shoot with the shotty you know that it's buckin'

Running for cover you know that he duckin'

Gun it be laughing it tickle his stomach

Making him sick now he gonna go vomit

I pulled out the glock now his body gon' tarnish

Look

Feeling so evil like I'm the Grim Reaper

I'm waiting for you like the devil my keeper

I'm cleaning the streets like they call me the sweeper

I'll take off ya head like my gun a big speaker

Boy I am a Master yo ass is a Teacher

The choppa gon' rain to the crowd I'm a preacher

Makin' them dizzy they call me the sleeper

I'm spittin' that fire they call me the heater

Like a Magician I'm making him gone

Pull on the trigger I blow off his arm

Nigga retarded he gone off of drugs

Chopper a mower it cut down my lawn

I feel like the Reaper from Dusk Until Dawn

Look

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr!)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr!)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr!)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr!)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr!)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr!)

They call me the gravedigger

They call me the gravedigger

They call me the great

But can you relate

Your soul I'mma take

I'm filled with that hate

They call me the great

But can you relate

Your soul I'mma take

I'm filled with that hate

GRAVEDIGGER (feat. DBN KAI)

I haven't done anything music related in awhile so I made a remix/flip.

Art and original song by Droeloe

Droeloe ft. Banji - Landscape [CyborKat Edit]

SPACE JUMP BOOTS

"A story of how me and my brothers used to struggle in this particular area of Baltimore, Maryland called "North Glover Street". It was a rundown neighborhood where things went to hell at any moment of the day."

CYBORKAT:

Verse 1:

I remember one night hearing gunshots

Niggas in them alley ways lurkin' in them dark spots

Yeah I remember all em' days when I ain't eat, couldn't sleep, had to fight on them streets, niggas peeking at my sneaks

I had them rundown shoes, I made it wit' no green

I had them worn out threads, I couldn't sleep for weeks

I know my momma worked hard, she kept us on our feet

Dad went to prison... It left me all alone wit' no heat

Yeah it be cold in them streets

Don't need to listen to me

Yeah I just fend for myself

No I don't need all the wealth

I got my nine on blast

Yeah I steal all of your health

I built up all my cash

Yeah I just did it myself

Verse 2:

Now I remember on them days when they just sat on my step

I had to tell em "Get the hell off" was a waste of my breath

These niggas don't got self control or fucking self respect

Niggas be acting like a jungle with no vines attached

Yeah I just laugh and laugh

Until I can't make track

You know I'm off of them rails

I'm like a train that's wrecked

Yeah I just can't go back

You see these people on crack

The drugs they all come back

like Resident Evil and The fuckin' Walking Dead

SXPH:

In Glover Street we used to be hustling

like a city outside was bustling

Me and the bros we used to be struggling

and now the bread is doubling

y'all niggas thinking 'bout foolery

I was just thinking 'bout the jewelry

'cos we ain't had nothing to boast

its bedtime, here go the story

Verse 2:

Just like Lil Baby we only had water for dinner -- we didnt have nun' to eat

but thats when I learn that shit ain't sweet, when Momma was just tryna make ends meet

and niggas used carry trap phones

all of the classmates had knew that

and niggas used to be making a joke of me just 'cos I'm rocking the Coolpad

And when me and my bro's was starving and tired -- Niggas was thinking about running away

But we stronger than that and smarter than that

And now we was thinking about finding a way

And my brother said what about rappin'

I said I'm just tired of trappin'

I said playing wit 4's and 5's and 9's the best way to get caught lackin'

DBN KAI:

I remember this chick she was pretty, long hair cute face, did ya miss me.

Then she had leave my school when I was 15.

Second chick she was pretty, lived on Orleans, fat ass, butter skin like oil sheen.

Mama used to whoop my ass she was too mean.

In school doing math like a damn clerk, best teacher, Mr. Jackson always made me work.

I remember down the street was the corner store, got some Snacks, Arizona, and a Powerball.

Mama always played the lotto like a power star, told her I would help her out and never let her fall.

I remember one night hearing gunshots, my Momma told me stop playing with the damn pots.

Downstairs running in the kitchen wit no damn socks, kids outside on the corner on the damn block.

N GLOVER ST [RADIO EDIT]

"A story of how me and my brothers used to struggle in this particular area of Baltimore, Maryland called "North Glover Street". It was a rundown neighborhood where things went to hell at any moment of the day."

CYBORKAT:

Verse 1:

I remember one night hearing gunshots

______ in them alley ways lurkin' in them dark spots

Yeah I remember all em' days when I ain't eat, couldn't sleep, had to fight on them streets, people peeking at my sneaks

I had them rundown shoes, I made it wit' no green

I had them worn out threads, I couldn't sleep for weeks

I know my momma worked hard, she kept us on our feet

Dad went to prison... It left me all alone wit' no heat

Yeah it be cold in them streets

Don't need to listen to me

Yeah I just fend for myself

No I don't need all the wealth

I got my nine on blast

Yeah I steal all of your health

I built up all my cash

Yeah I just did it myself

Verse 2:

Now I remember on them days when they just sat on my step

I had to tell em "Get the hell off" was a waste of my breath

These ______ don't got self control or _______ self respect

______ be acting like a jungle with no vines attached

Yeah I just laugh and laugh

Until I can't make track

You know I'm off of them rails

I'm like a train that's wrecked

Yeah I just can't go back

You see these people on crack

The drugs they all come back

like Resident Evil and The ______' Walking Dead

SXPH:

In Glover Street we used to be hustling

like a city outside was bustling

Me and the bros we used to be struggling

and now the bread is doubling

y'all ______ thinking 'bout foolery

I was just thinking 'bout the jewelry

'cos we ain't had nothing to boast

its bedtime, here go the story

Verse 2:

Just like Lil Baby we only had water for dinner -- we didnt have nun' to eat

but thats when I learn that ____ ain't sweet, when Momma was just tryna make ends meet

and niggas used carry trap phones

all of the classmates had knew that

and ______ used to be making a joke of me just 'cos I'm rocking the Coolpad

And when me and my bro's was starving and tired -- ______ was thinking about running away

But we stronger than that and smarter than that

And now we was thinking about finding a way

And my brother said what about rappin'

I said I'm just tired of trappin'

I said playing wit 4's and 5's and 9's the best way to get caught lackin'

DBN KAI:

I remember this chick she was pretty, long hair cute face, did ya miss me.

Then she had leave my school when I was 15.

Second chick she was pretty, lived on Orleans, fat ass, butter skin like oil sheen.

Mama used to whoop my ass she was too mean.

In school doing math like a damn clerk, best teacher, Mr. Jackson always made me work.

I remember down the street was the corner store, got some Snacks, Arizona, and a Powerball.

Mama always played the lotto like a power star, told her I would help her out and never let her fall.

I remember one night hearing gunshots, my Momma told me stop playing with the damn pots.

Downstairs running in the kitchen wit no damn socks, kids outside on the corner on the damn block.

N GLOVER ST [RADIO EDIT][CLEAN]

III (Composition)

BLACK GATES

WARLOCK

PATIENCE

LOOMPA

LOOMPA (Composition)

MALEVOLENCE

Purchase on Bandcamp:

https://cyborkat.bandcamp.com/album/back-in-time

BACK IN TIME (Composition)

Purchase on Bandcamp:

https://cyborkat.bandcamp.com/album/am-i-real-2

AM I REAL (Composition)

HERO (Composition)

HERO

ROUNIN

DEMON'S CHAIN

WARLORD // SAMURAI

KISHIN

This is a remaster for one of my original tracks.

Made in 2019.

Listen on:

Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/track/3DsssAHyDxiFLZWRi5nT5M?si=3e312a5bccd44dc4

iTunes - https://music.apple.com/us/song/kutie-pie/1843277959

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