MEMPHIS FREESTYLE(Prod.MikeWvtt$)

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Trapped Inside [Prod. INSOMNIAC]

HEART BROKE BUT ITS COOL DOE (PROD. JAKE OHM)

$KRRT DIGGLER (Prod. DJ Philler)

RUN UP ON A SUCCA (PROD. KILO$)

666 ft. DEXGOD (prod. EBT)

prod. Remsjk

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Selfish (Video In Description)

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RESIDUE

Produced by Fern
Written and Performed by Fern

All night
No sleep no sleep no sleep
OC ... OC OC I'm 2 lit
Crystals on my hands
Residue on my hands
Smoke push it thru the amp ya

Metal pushin thru your skull
I catch it like a cold 
Just catch me all alone
Fuck I hate having emotions 

Teardrops on my hands
Residue on my hands 
Smoke push it thru the amp

I'm tryna clean the glass up
Quarantine im masked up 
22 im hittin my goals 
Shed a tear it's too sad
30M came with a zona
Up and at em early morning 
Break that shit down with my hands
Now they smell like marijuana 

Takin my swag
It looks better on you 
Guess you living your truth 
Blood on my 
Residue on my hands
Smoke push it thru the amp 

They turn you in for a cool 100
Genocide gotta vote on it
Broken heart gotta pay for that 
Revolution gotta take it 
Seen a check now I take it back 
What I seen you can't take that back

Real human souls 
They grind em to the bone 
How could you feel alone
When the satellites stay on you?

Crystals on my hands
Residue on my hands
Smoke push it thru the amp ya

Metal pushin thru your skull
I catch it like a cold 
Just catch me all alone
Fuck I hate having emotions 

Teardrops on my hands
Residue on my hands 
Smoke push it thru the amp

Just a little bit closer
Look like you're friends cmon 
Right there

Residue on my hands 
Smoke push it thru the amp


RESIDUE

Listen to this on Spotify, Apple, etc linktr.ee/tommywitdatone
Tommy Wit Da Tone is the persona used in this track

Lyrics:

t-o-double m-y to the t-o-n-e
yeah I’m pissed off so I’m venting through the M-I-C
so this a call out to the whack ass busta boy MC’s
and what in the fuck has ever happened to originality?
yeah your music falls flat, it’s lyrical fallacy
say you got the mac yeah maybe if it’s mac and cheese
everybody wanna be doomshop, 59, Schema, SIC
but themselves something that they’ll never be
carbon copy muthafuckas, cookie cutter rip off othas
music trash goes in the gutter, yeah I said it did not stutter
y’all got the biggest fuckin egos I have ever seen
talkin all that shit cause you only hard behind a screen
music got me sleepin like I took some antihistamine
makin sure my shit stays flavored like I was eatin cuisine
and I’m steadily flowin, slowin down ain’t where I’m goin
always growin, fits you throwin all because you see me glowin
boat stays rowin, know you holdin, if I were you goods would be showin
mouth is foamin, mind is roamin, yeah you know a playa zonin
I’m so fuckin tired of always hearin the same shit
you know there’s more artists to sample than just three 6?
over the scene I block the sun and become eclipse
don’t listen to the sayings my words hurt like stones and sticks, bitch

Verse II: Tommy Wit Da Tone

you gots to come correct or get that ass put in check
so you better show respect, else you will be subject
to a beating you can’t deflect and like wu-tang after you hit floor you inspect da deck
makin sure you mutha fuckas realize I deject
any bitch ass fuckin rappers thinkin they can step
to tommy on the mic that shit is funny I reject
generic phonky rappers steadily soundin like the rest
y’all either druggin or ya thugging or ya been depressed
where’s the substance rustic rappers tell me what is next 
protect ya neck
aye, shoutsout to my homie ogthamane
and that otha muthafucka they call special k
all my dawgs up on another level, here to stay
can’t forget brimstone or ugly bastard, fuck the rest, mane
produce my own shit cause I know how I like it
been making music since a little itty bitty jit
self taught muthafucka that’s the way it is
musical homicide up on the beat when tommy spit
shout out to my homies who have helped along the way
ziggles, cameron, mane, y’all put me on this path I graze
givin what I get back I got respect on all y’alls names
but watchout underground I’m predator and y’all the prey

Cuttin' to the Quick (Prod. Tommy Wit Da Tone)

PRODUCED BY LORD LORENZ
ENGINEERED BY XATERATSU
WRITTEN AND RECORDED BY BLANK STARE


IT'S THAT DEMON SWERVIN LURKIN DRIVIN IN THAT HEARSE
I'M IN THE BACK RELAXED MY MIND NOT EVEN IN THIS FUCKIN WORLD
SO WHEN THEY ASK ME WHERE I'M AT I SAID THAT DEPENDS ON WHO'S BEEN ASKING
I BEEN SPEAKIN WITH THAT MIDNIGHT PREACHER THAT LIVES IN THE DUNGEON IN THAT CASKET
BLACK ANORAK HANGIN OFF MY FUCKIN BACK
LONG TEE UNDERNEATH
REAL TREE CAMO PRINT
GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOUR GOLD CHAIN
THE SHINE IN MY EYES NEVER OUTDATED
THE TEETH IN MY HEAD ARE BECOMING SERRATED, I'M SICK OF THE WORLD AND NOT AFRAID TO SAY IT
FUCK YOU HYPEBEASTS THAT GET A COUPLE PLAYS AND THINK THAT YOU MUST HAVE FUCKING MADE IT 
YOU NOT A RAPPER YOU JUST A BITCH
EVERY LINE YOU WRITE IS FULL OF SHIT
IF I EVER SAID I KILLED SOMEONE IT'S BECAUSE I KNOW WHERE THEIR BODY IS
PUSSY BOY I HEARD EVERY WORD YOU WROTE
NEVER BELIEVED A THING YOU SAID
PROMISE IF YOU EVER SEE BLANK STARE OUT
I'M IN ALL BLACK I'M MOVIN QUIET WITH MY HEAD UP IN THE CLOUDS
WE MIGHT SPEAK
I MIGHT SMILE
I MIGHT EVEN SEEM FRIENDLY
DON'T FORGET I KEEP THAT WEAPON ON ME IF THEY WANNA PRESS ME 



I GOT DEATH'S HAND ON MY NECK
HIS OTHER HAND ON MY WAIST
I KEEP MY LEFT HAND ON THAT PISTOL GRIP AND MY RIGHT ON THAT BLADE
I'M ONLY COMING TO TAKE YOUR SOUL
YOUR BODY STAY WHERE I LEAVE YOU
IN THAT DARK STREET OR A BACK ALLEY
THEY'LL LOOK BUT THEY'RE NEVER GONNA SEE YOU
IT'S THAT GRIM REAPER NEVER BREATHIN
MOVIN DOWN YOUR BLOCK, GOT YOU PRAYIN TO YOUR GOD EVERY TIME YOU SEE ME WALK
GOT YOU LISTENIN TO MY SERMON EVERY TIME YOU HEAR ME TALK
IT'S THE MIDNIGHT PREACHER CREEPIN DOWN THE STREET UNDER COVER OF DARK
NOW I LIVE BY THE RIVER WITH THE WITCH OF THE WOODS
POTION BREWING IN THE KITCHEN 
SMOKIN DOPE UP IN MY LUNGS
WHO IS THAT, THAT YOU SEE?
JUST A GHOST IN THE LEAVES?
WHITE SNOW, BLOOD TRAIL LEADING DEEP INTO THE TREES
HOW DO I GET THE FUCK UP OUTTA HERE
THE SKY BEEN TURNING BLACK 
I SEE MY FACE UP IN THE CLOUDS  IT LOOKS LIKE HEAVEN STARING BACK
THE GUTTER RAT WITH THE BAG UP IN THE 'LAC
THAT ALL BLACK FIT WITH THE GOLD SKI MASK
I KEEP EM GUESSIN WHEN I'M STEPPIN
MOTHERFUCKER WATCH YOUR BACK

MIDNIGHTPREACHER [prod. LORD LORENZ]

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