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Look to me for destruction not advice

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I kinda got a girl
Like minded rocks my world  
But I gotta side piece of pleasure
Like a piece of treasure I can't decide who I should keep together 
I'm a man on my grind I got Anne on my mind as I'm talking to Annie she my guilty sweet piece of candy,
Bad for me but I gotta sugar tooth 
And Annie I have to eat cause she sweet enough to make Me cum see, she cares too much about the money but I'm falling like I'm clumsy calling her cause I wanna cum too my senses thinking, Anne do I love you? Or, is it Annie she's a
 Pleasure though I'm guilty as I can be.
She acts like she knows a man
Though she's the kinda piece fit for only fans, 
I want her just like everyone else does too
I'll make her cum and she can help me cum too my senses to realize maybe Annie you're crazy and I love you? Just like me, we got our fans but maybe we'll be family so, can it be? Or Is Anne for me?
I doubt with Annie I'm the only man to see for her...
For sure I'm an addict I'm addicted to this girl she's bad for Me got my stomach in a whirl. Her big bouncy tits and bright sappy eyes, pouty lips and thunder thighs so beautiful I think I wanna cry, oh my she's a wonderful scene makes me wanna come for the queen, on, In and with I'll last for her she deserves my dick in good time, goodbye to Anne? I'll be back when I can? For everything that should or, can't be; I gotta thing for Annie.
We'll call it a sweet tooth because she's bad like candy...



I should not want this love for me, we best connect for the sex 
We've seen the rest of the best
Isno longer impressed since we left it 2 is company
Too much left to get off our chest
Forget  it when you come to me
I should not want this love for me, we best connect for the sex 
We've seen the rest of the best
Isno longer impressed since we left it 2 is company
Too much left to get off our chest
Forget  it when you come to me
Great sex baby you're  no good for me I had the best ex
 she'd fill Me better, Forget  her 
You're my best sex my guilty pleasure 

We please each other we please ourselves 
I give her dick when she needs help

Her big tite don't hide a big heart
She show she cares
For my sex drive  she gives a kick start
Things are complicated 
God she's naked
She'll get it in the cut
Like  we're  operating 
She give ne a big bill
I'll give her a kid still
To get the bill bigger 
Quicker to keep it cool she gotta chill nigga
God i love how  she goes down
Pleases my body and heart cause she knows how 
We get it rocking  that'd three doors down 
We are now a pair of deviants 
This is the ingredients 
Of popping and  pleasing it
No stopping in reasoning
She one the baddest bitches  she not that obedient!


I should not want this love for me, we best connect for the sex 
We've seen the rest of the best
Isno longer impressed since we left it 2 is company
Too much left to get off our chest
Forget  it when you come to me
I should not want this love for me, we best connect for the sex 
We've seen the rest of the best
Isno longer impressed since we left it 2 is company
Too much left to get off our chest
Forget  it when you come to me
Great sex baby you're  no good for me I had the best ex
 she'd fill Me better, Forget  her 
You're my best sex my guilty pleasure 

Guilty Pleasure Demo

From the recently released album "GYLE"
@GYLEATL
Catch it on all official streaming services.

CHOOSING

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Hook (x2)
Take a swing on me I’m going to 86 ya,
Disrespect my family tree I’m going to 86 ya,
He think I won’t shoot but on the Don ninja I’m going to 86 ya,
I ain’t taking no chances you should’ve respect my gangsta.


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Verse 1
Slide up quiet, black hoodie in the nighttime,
Infrared beam so precise it read the right line.
Talk slick once, you done spent your lifeline,
I don’t do warnings, I just hit the pipeline.
Blood thicker than gold, I protect my kin,
If you threaten my name that’s a mortal sin.
Talk tough online but you fold when I grin,
Pull up on your block and the war begin.


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Verse 2
Keep my circle small, trust tighter than a knot,
Enemies talk loud ‘til they see that red dot.
Grew up on the corner where respect get bought,
But loyalty’s a code that can’t be taught.
My crew ride deep like the westside tide,
Cross one of mine and you won’t survive.
No half-steppin’, no deals to revive,
We settle scores quick, leave you wondering why.


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Hook (x2)
Take a swing on me I’m going to 86 ya,
Disrespect my family tree I’m going to 86 ya,
He think I won’t shoot but on the Don ninja I’m going to 86 ya,
I ain’t taking no chances you should’ve respect my gangsta.


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Bridge / Breakdown
Ain’t no warning shots, only final calls,
You play with the family, you bound to fall.
My legacy heavy, I guard it all,
From the cradle to the grave I stand tall.


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Verse 3
Money don’t change me, I stay concrete,
Ten toes down with the heat on seat.
Rumors and snakes try to slither and creep,
But the reaper come fast when you play for keeps.
No mercy in a world full of false respect,
I protect my own, you can place that bet.
From the first threat to the last sunset,
I’m the storm in the dark you won’t forget.


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Hook (x2 – Outro)
Take a swing on me I’m going to 86 ya,
Disrespect my family tree I’m going to 86 ya,
He think I won’t shoot but on the Don ninja I’m going to 86 ya,
I ain’t taking no chances you should’ve respect my gangsta.


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86 Ya.mp3

🎶 [Intro – The Pulse Beneath the Throne] Yo… They say the leaders got stone-age minds, But the real ones? They hide behind signs. Not elected, not seen, not named — Just strings pulled in a power game.

🔥 [Verse 1 – The Puppet Marriage] Peace time? Fatcats run the show, War time? Politicians get the glow. They carve their names in blood and sand, While the rich stay clean with a hidden hand.

Historic fantasies, ego-fed, While the rest of us count the dead. It ain’t new — it’s just refined, A marriage of power, twisted and blind.

💥 [Verse 2 – The Cull Theory] World’s in mess, food lines thin, Sea rise creepin’ under our skin. Nine billion souls, no plan in sight, AI and bots takin’ jobs overnight.

So what if war’s a quiet cull? A pre-emptive strike on the human hull. They fear collapse, they fear the crunch, So they swing the blade before the punch.

🎤 [Verse 3 – The Hidden Mindset] They see two types: them and the rest, History shows they don’t care who’s blessed. They wield covert power with impunity, While we beg for scraps in fake community.

Cavemen didn’t delegate lies, Pharaohs didn’t wear disguise. But today? It’s twisted deep — Power’s a shadow that never sleeps.

🚀 [Verse 4 – The Cosmic Fork] This ain’t 1945, it’s 2025, Reusable rockets, AI alive. Mars is prepped, the launchpad’s lit, While Earth still fights over fossil grit.

We got tools to build the stars, But we’re stuck in tribal scars. Each nation should sculpt its own ascent, Not beg for peace, but reinvent.

🎶 [Chorus – Ascend or Decay] If we keep fightin’ over dirt, We’ll die in it — that’s the hurt. But if we rise, if we align, We build a future by design.

Ascend, Earth people — break the chain, Cosmic wealth ain’t built on pain. We ain’t expendable, we ain’t scum, We’re cells in the shapeshifter’s drum.

🪨 [Verse – The Stone Above] I felt the weight — not metaphor, but mass, Like granite pressed against my past. Not buried by time, but by design, A system built to mute the spine. Each breath a rebellion, each thought a crack, But the stone don’t move — it pushes back.

🧠 [Verse – The Hidden Minds] They say the leaders are cavemen still, But the real ones hide behind the will. Not in palaces, not on screens, But in contracts, codes, and fiscal machines. They don’t wear crowns, they wear disguise, And pull the strings with ancient eyes.

💣 [Verse – The War Ritual] When peace reigns, the fatcats feed, But war gives puppets what they need. A chance to carve their names in flame, To play the hero in a rigged game. They don’t start wars for truth or land— They do it so history will understand Them as gods, not pawns in play, While the rest of us get swept away.

🌍 [Verse – The Cull Theory] Nine billion souls, no plan, no grace, Automation racing, no jobs to chase. So what if war’s a quiet cull? A way to thin the human hull. They fear collapse, they fear the flood, So they prime the blade and spill the blood.

🧬 [Verse – The Evolutionary Crack] But maybe this ache, this buried scream, Is evolution breaking the dream. Not upward, not clean, not light and air— But clawing through systems built to snare. A species twitching in its sleep, While the stone above begins to weep.

🚀 [Verse – The Cosmic Fork] We got rockets, AI, and Mars in sight, But still we fight over ancient right. We could build the stars, forge new breath, But we choose the loop, we choose the death. Each culture could sculpt its cosmic role, But instead we dig a deeper hole.

🧠 [Outro – The Final Word] So speak out, stand tall, Don’t wait for the system to fall. The forge is lit, the sky is wide, Let’s build the stars — not just survive.

They Swing The blade!

proceed my victory lap before they take mark  
tore this gun from the waist before the race started 
what i recycle just ain’t something that the land feel
byproduct of scrapping, they junk just gon stay garbage 
my same jargon
stuck to that needle like ray charles 
no spoon fed houses 
just food stamps in them same partments 
same nights 
seen how much it take for a great life 
that pump, wasn’t for weight 
pops and safelite, the same cause
it ain’t stopping, my breaks take bout a day tops 
to reshape, came back regenerated with a straight arm
conditioned to uplift
my mission ain’t so charming 
where those strengths at list em
mine move like a freight of strongmen
competition of straw men 
wiped cause they pen is charmin 
acting like a bitch 
talking bout shit that don’t involve em 
but ive evolved since
world don’t spin 
nah it’s revolving 
still working for them chips 
pray on gods day for a call in 
like man please 
tryna eat off the plates of zangief 
my state of mind flawless, Nas gon fuck around and stamp me 
but 
my state dogshit
never in a damn league, 
i’m 85 bears, jogging out ready to face a stampede 
a man first 
following cash route logistics 
hate dancing for the gram 
to place in crashout olympics 
i mastered all my plans 
not a fanned out apprentice 
cruising at my own speed 
til i smashed down the limit 
so listen 
what’s been missing 
hamon could cut through a brick the new Mas Oyama on target, who prolly crack through a civic 
strict as Henry the 6th 
pride fighter like Genghis Khan for my varmin 
new captain at the table bitch i’m all in

all in freestyle (prod. juno)

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.


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