RKO PROD BY TRIPTRIBE

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)

Sample from https://www.looperman.com/loops/detail/319118/midnight-radio-jazz-real-upright-piano-free-65bpm-jazz-piano-loop

Starry Spliff

God’s Height! (prod.jaccsxn)

On My Way (Ft. Orphan Haven)

Type Shyt

SWITCHGEARZ! (prod. juuzi)

First Single from Upcoming 'PickPockets' Ep From Joka b and MrLee
Produced by MrLee

STEP UP Joka B x MrLee

Foreign (Prod. Bradley Moon)

Conquer

Conquer ft. SinceWednesday & BabyItsAbel

After finishing school mrlee 
Spent the following few  years aimlessly wandering Scandinavia in search of the fabled velvet love mitten.
Although the search for the elusive mitten was fruitless,
he spent his time collecting facial expressions in the hope of one day being able to use them to help create tongue twisting raps.
 The search for such varied expressions took him from the caspian sea to to wastelands of the bandit ridden balochi dessert.
After  many hours of soul searching he found no answer, with only his vast collection of expressions and his redman cassette for companions he decided it best to return to his native Yorkshire.
After returning he was branded an outcast and a fruity, so spent the next years in exile deep in the bowels of Scotland,   although the weather and food was bleak, the additions to the facial expression collection was outstanding, a pivotal point leading to the personification of the character we now know as Darealmrlee.
That said the collection wasn't complete enough for him to take his artistry to a satisfactory level, so once again he spread his wings this time to the rural North Poland to feast on soup made of goose blood and the worn expressions of a tormented yesteryear.


STEP UP Joka B x MrLee

DaRealMrLee