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The Rompalation Vol. 2 Mac Dre Serves You an Overdose

Money Thirsty (Radio Edit) [feat. Keshawn, Reek Daddy, D-Milli, Snipes & San Quinn]

Bye Bye, Nice Try

Human Chess Board

Verse 1

Heart cold like the concrete, nights on the curb,
Shared every dollar, every secret, every word.
Now you plotting in the shadows, whispering absurd,
I can feel it in my bones, trust flipped to a slur.
I was there when you were broke, I was riding for the set,
Fed the whole squad, put respect on the rep.
Now it’s side-eye looks, low-key threats,
You forgot who put you on, how quick they forget.
I ain’t scared of a fade, I ain’t ducking no heat,
But I ain’t losing my soul in these same old streets.
I just stack, pray, and move discreet,
’Cause a snake in the circle is a cancerous beat.

Hook

I can't lie I can't act like it’s all good,
Betrayed by ninjas I love we from the same hood,
I got problems with homies I guess we not good,
Nothing could separate the love, I knew the pain would.
I keep my distance, don't know what you might do to me?
I sit here talk to the air like it’s just you and me,
I always knew it be like this, I had to wait and see,
I show love, but still they find ways to be mad at D.
No time to ask questions he wanna put me in dirt,
I held on for so long trying to make it work,
Your reaction was wrong, but my feelings still hurt ninja.


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Verse 2

You was family, blood thicker than the pain,
Now I watch from a distance, can’t trust the same.
Heard the whispers, the jealous little games,
But I’m busy getting money, carving out my lane.
I remember those nights, one gun, one mic,
Dreams of getting rich while we dodged blue lights.
Now you aim at my back, I can feel the spite,
But I’m bulletproof in spirit, I’ma still ignite.
Your envy don’t break me, it just show me the way,
Every hater from the block just fuel my day.
You want dirt? I plant seeds that pay,
Karma’s got a schedule and a debt to lay.

Hook

I can't lie I can't act like it’s all good,
Betrayed by ninjas I love we from the same hood,
I got problems with homies I guess we not good,
Nothing could separate the love, I knew the pain would.
I keep my distance, don't know what you might do to me?
I sit here talk to the air like it’s just you and me,
I always knew it be like this, I had to wait and see,
I show love, but still they find ways to be mad at D.
No time to ask questions he wanna put me in dirt,
I held on for so long trying to make it work,
Your reaction was wrong, but my feelings still hurt ninja.


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Verse 3

I got love for the hood, but I love me more,
I ain’t dying for a friend that kicked down my door.
My circle getting smaller, but my vision’s grown,
Every knife in my back helped me sharpen my throne.
I’ll toast to the past, pour liquor for the lost,
But I won’t pay twice for another man’s cost.
You can hate, plot, scheme, double-cross,
But I’m still Kilo D, still a boss.
If we meet eye to eye, let the silence speak,
’Cause my peace worth more than a bloody street.
I forgive but I never will forget that streak,
Loyalty’s a crown, only real ones keep.

Hook (Outro – repeat twice for the fade)

I can't lie I can't act like it’s all good,
Betrayed by ninjas I love we from the same hood,
I got problems with homies I guess we not good,
Nothing could separate the love, I knew the pain would.
I keep my distance, don't know what you might do to me?
I sit here talk to the air like it’s just you and me,
I always knew it be like this, I had to wait and see,
I show love, but still they find ways to be mad at D.
No time to ask questions he wanna put me in dirt,
I held on for so long trying to make it work,
Your reaction was wrong, but my feelings still hurt ninja.


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Can't Trust Y'all

Toss Ya Out

What's Best For Me

Title: Face of the Earth (Metaphoric)

Intro (spoken / low keys)
Ayo, Kilo Bizniz, Smoked Out Mafia
We move silent, move precise — watch the chessboard.
Let’s paint the picture.

Hook / Chorus
fuckimg with the bizniz will get ya fucking wig split,
so the sucker won't take off his helmet, (i bet it's hot)
somebody got shot faulty in the turf,
ninjas fade you like chalk off the sidewalk — off the face of this earth.
Ad-libs: “oh you kin,” “flak flak,” “booyika”

Verse 1 (16 bars)
Step in the room, pockets heavy like freight, I weigh plans,
City stitched on my back, I move with my hands on the lands,
They whisper loud online but quiet when we stand,
Act tough in text, but IRL they switch up the brand.
I stack like architecture, blueprint in my mind,
Cut ties like old tags when the weather turn unkind,
My circle food for the fam — you starving? You decline,
We ghost like winter smoke, leave memories behind.
No need for crude lines — I paint storms in a phrase,
Make you feel small like a footprint in haze,
We don't parade drama; we erase with malaise,
Respect the recipe — loyalty pays.
I move like a general; every step's rehearsed,
Turn your spotlight to dust, like old posters on a curb,
If you gamble with the Bizniz, you'll learn what’s deserved,
Not by a gun lesson, but by time’s quiet verb.

Hook / Chorus
fuckimg with the bizniz will get ya fucking wig split,
so the sucker won't take off his helmet, (i bet it's hot)
somebody got shot faulty in the turf,
ninjas fade you like chalk off the sidewalk — off the face of this earth.
Ad-libs: “oh you kin,” “say less”

Verse 2 (16 bars)
Back on the block where the neon don't blink, we measure weight,
Trust is currency, counterfeit off the ledger, check the slate,
They smile in the daylight but trade souls by night, rotate,
We keep our code like medals — polished, never fake.
I flow with the ledger, balance sheets of respect,
Cross the line? You get ghosted — like an old cassette, decked,
No headlines, no rallies, just silence that connects,
Disappearances ain’t trophies — it’s how the city corrects.
Money talk soft but it echoes like drum rolls,
Crew move like eclipses — blockin' out weak souls,
We bookend our moves with calm, not tolls,
You learn the lesson: cold winters freeze bold goals.
We take what we earn, flip the script, keep the nerve,
Turn your name into fog — natural reserve,
Not by shouting or blood, but by absence observed,
A whisper in the crowd where your echo got curved.

Hook / Chorus
fuckimg with the bizniz will get ya fucking wig split,
so the sucker won't take off his helmet, (i bet it's hot)
somebody got shot faulty in the turf,
ninjas fade you like chalk off the sidewalk — off the face of this earth.
Ad-libs: “hi-yah,” “booyika,” “yah yah”

Bridge (8 bars — tension build, melodic under)
No sirens, just stillness — that hush before rain,
We move like a season, rearrange the plain,
Keep the circle fortified — no room for the stain,
When the wind passes through, only legends remain.
(Spoken) Respect ain't optional — it’s the script and the verse,
We don't embellish endings, we let absence disperse,
Kilo write the margins where your name used to burst,
Metaphors the ink and silence the hearse.

Verse 3 (16 bars — closer)
Final chapter, slow burn, dusk flip to dawn, we observe,
You scribbled threats in margins — we edited the curve,
I built an empire on grit, not on nerve,
Now you just a footnote in the story I serve.
I ain't glorify pain — I translate the grind,
Take your loud bravado and fold it in time,
We collect quiet wins, compound like fine wine,
You end up faded, like highlights in grime.
I'm the architect, conductor, hush in the crowd,
I move like shadows at noon — confident, proud,
If you front on the Bizniz, you vanish from the loud,
Not by spectacle, but by rain that clears clouds.
So keep your distance, mind your tone and your worth,
Respect the movement or dissolve into earth,
We built this from ash, polished in hearth,
Tryin' with the Bizniz? — 



The Face Of The Earth.wav

2Pac ft. Aaliyah, Nate Dogg - She's So Fly

“Droppin’ Like Dominoes”

Hook:
Ninja when we smash on these rats,
Cuz you know we keep it lit for you snitches,
My lyrics so phenomenal, have ninjas dropping like dominoes,
Speaking on me foul will get yo ass clipped bro.


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Verse 1:
I was raised where the game don’t forgive no snitch,
Grew up round hitters that don’t talk, they twitch,
Hands steady on the grip, when the pressure get thick,
Real recognize real, you just counterfeit slick.

You online cappin’, I’m in motion for real,
Every bar a body, every rhyme a kill,
You soft like fabric, my flow stainless steel,
You snitch once, ninja, that’s a permanent deal.

Ain’t no half-steppin’ when it’s time for the code,
I keep receipts on my foes like I’m auditin’ the load,
If you mention Bizniz, better check your tone,
Cuz the reaper in my voice put chills in your bones.

Hook:
Ninja when we smash on these rats,
Cuz you know we keep it lit for you snitches,
My lyrics so phenomenal, have ninjas dropping like dominoes,
Speaking on me foul will get yo ass clipped bro.


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Verse 2:
You rappin’ fairy tales, I’m reportin’ from the trenches,
We the type to hush up when detectives ask questions,
I move like a ninja, every word got lessons,
Don’t cross that line or you’ll learn what stress is.

In the Ville where the smoke thicker than fog,
And the loyalty deep like the blood of a dog,
Kilo Bizniz in the cut, steady sharpenin’ the saw,
Play your role or get played, that’s the code we saw.

I don’t glorify beef, but I handle my biz,
You actin’ like Pac’s enemy, forget who this is,
Smoked Out Mafia, loyalty legit,
We smash rats daily—consider it a skit.

Hook:
Ninja when we smash on these rats,
Cuz you know we keep it lit for you snitches,
My lyrics so phenomenal, have ninjas dropping like dominoes,
Speaking on me foul will get yo ass clipped bro.


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Verse 3:
See the real gon’ feel it, the fake gon’ vanish,
You can’t build a legacy on acts of damage,
I speak in code words, not for show or cameras,
I’m immune to the hate, that’s spiritual advantage.

Karma gon’ spin like a revolver drum,
You might talk slick but you never gon’ run,
Every bar heavy like a loaded gun,
I’m the smoke and the fire—can’t outshine the sun.

Ain’t no cap when I say I’m protectin’ my lane,
My name hold weight, yours diluted with shame,
You broke the bond, so remember the blame,
Kilo Bizniz — put respect on the name.

Hook:
Ninja when we smash on these rats,
Cuz you know we keep it lit for you snitches,
My lyrics so phenomenal, have ninjas dropping like dominoes,
Speaking on me foul will get yo ass clipped bro.



Dropping Like Dominoes .wav

The Reekalation II

After The Party

PLEASE DO NOT SOLICIT ME ABOUT PROMOTIONS OR ARTWORK/COVER ART!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!! FUCK  EVEN IF I DID WANT ANY OF THAT ID KEEP IT IN MY HOOD DONT WASTE MY TIME OR YOURS. I am the owner and founder of Smoked Out Mafia Music and I didn't need nobody's help when I establish this business in 2020. if you want to use me as a feature artist I charge (cashapp $slowride187)$250 a verse. If you hear one of my songs and want to use it or buy the rights to the song we can negotiate. It's nothing to me that's what I do I make good music. 
Darrill (kilo bizniz) Christy

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