© Danny Mak 2014
All lyrics written by Danny Mak
Beat produced by Key Wane / Drake
Vocal production by Matt Parolisi of ClearTrack Studios, Tampa.

Lyrics:

Its 100% music...
From this point on…
It keeps me outta trouble, you know?...

Started off on the bottom barrel
In high school, they spit on my locker.
G shit,
This aint no christmas karol,
Used to knuckle up with my own father
Daily.
Fueled by my momma.
Silly momma had her own problems.
Fell off her rocker when she lost a daughter,
Like she died too,
and lives beneath the flowers.
Im out here
On my hustle,
Tryna pull my family up out the struggle.
I aint even evil,
I like to cuddle,
But all you tweakers got my balls juggled.
I'm done with rumors.
Been broke,
Hit a lotta licks,
Did a lotta coke,
Shot a lotta dope,
Fell off hard,
Jumped back on,
I show off my scars.
Got popped,
Lived behind bars,
Watched out my window at the fancy cars,
And the people living
While I sat rotten.
Every cop I met
Is God Damn obnoxious.
Talks too much,
and doesn’t ever listen.
I aint making deals,
I don’t run with snitches.
Just sentence me
and be done with it.
I was born a G
I aint scared of prison.
I aint scared of death.
I overdosed twice.
Saw my baby sister,
Went through the light,
And my people know
that Im so right,
So they follow me
and we all fight.
Some sacrificed
And thats not ight.
Its a revolution, and its tonight.
Fuck all the rules.
Being polite?
Your being dicked down by them po-lice,
So Im loading up this pistol.

Loading up this pistol.
Loading up this pistol.
Loading up this pistol.
Loading up this pistol.
Loading up this pistol.
Loading up this pistol.
Loading up this pistol....

My music is a reflection of the past and present. Like, It's interior and exterior... But... A lot of it’s personal... regardless, it's always a reflection of a real moment in time, you know?

Sent from God
And I'm on a mission.
Kill all the masters, save all the children.
Natural disasters,
Nuculear Decisions,
How the fuck we livin?
Still chasing millions 'doe.
Still chasing millions 'doe.
Still chasing millions.
Natural disasters,
Nuclear decisions,
How the fuck we livin?
Still chasing millions,
I'm young and suicidal.
Tried to off myself already.
But there's power in that bible.
God keeps me on steady.
I aint done yet.
He aint done with me.
I got a lot to do
Before I rest in peace,
So Ima keep the pain a close memory,
Stay on point with good energy,
And real vibrations of a thug, bro.
Sold drugs, I'm a cut-throat.
Ever cut a throat?
Bet not, hoe.
Me? I aint saying nothing, I just got doe.
Never went to college,
Dropped out of school,
So you do the math on how I got cake.
I robbed faggots,
Loaded gadgets,
Flipped the magic,
and I broke the bank.
Now I'm buying this,
And doing all of that.
I got thug cash.
Motherfuck rap.
I don’t need to blow
But I’d like that.
Cuz who the fuck likes to live in the trap?
Witta fat sack of dat ganja.
Witta fat sack of dat ganja.
Hoe,
Yee aint even know my plots.

Bitch, I came up from that dumpster. That dumpster.
Hoe I started in the dumpster. Dumpster.
See, all my homies from that dumpster. That dumpster.
Downnn way in the bottom of the dumpster. That dumpster.
Bitch I started IN THE DUMPSTER. THE DUMPSTER.
See, all my homies from that dumpster. Dumpster.
Bitch, I came up from that dumpster. Dumpster.
Down way in the bottom of the dumpster. The dumpster.
Ahhhhhhhhhh, yea.

Puppets aren't meant to understand the puppet master.
Who watches the watcher?




Dumpster Diver

© Danny Mak 2014
All lyrics written by Danny Mak
Beat produced by Fly Life
Vocal production by Greg Anikin of ClearTrack Studios, Tampa.

Lyrics:

Stone cold,
Let's get it.
Wake-Wake-Wake from a dream state.
Pancakes and some cheese eggs.
Throw ham on the steam plate.
Make a bad bitch clap, happy birthday.
She still stuck on that date.
Me, I got money to make.
Hop on that train,
Here's ten dollars, have a nice day.
I am not really this way,
Used to never have the shakes.
This world got me bent out of shape.
Why I had to fade away.
Dip to a far away place,
Alter my mentals and change,
Re-arrange my mental state,
realize I'm still young and in shape,
hungry for cake.
Munchin' & munchin' & fuckin'
Raggy-ass, look so disgustin'
Am I on somethin' ?
Bitch, I'm on top of your mother,
Hated by everyone's brother.
Word to my cousin.
Growin' up, stay outta trouble.
Don't you end up in that rubble!
Me? I stay stuck in that rubble.
Always in trouble.
Man, I feel bad for my mother.
Honestly, fuck her.
Made life so hard for my father.
Pushed me to grow to a monster.
Eyes staying red like a lobster,
Mentally bothered,
Fuck all this sobbin'
Came in this game to make profit.
Got a bad bitch that plays soccer.
Skinny dipping, fuck my boxers.
If I'm being honest, I rocked her,
I cocked her,
She need a doctor.

Look into my eyes, hoe.
I already died, hoe.
Now I'm living on the fly, hoe.
High hopes...
High hopes...
Highhhhhhhhhh -- Yeauh.

Stone Cold

© Danny Mak 2014
All lyrics written by Danny Mak
Beat produced by Fly Life
Vocal production by Greg Anikin of ClearTrack Studios, Tampa.

Lyrics:

And by the way,
I still play Pokemon...
Got the emulators on my laptop.

Yellow belly jelly jolly rancher types are boring.
Spit that mediocre, got me snoring.
Aint no jokester.
Hit the local Dominick's, exploring.
Meetin' bruh to buy some weed,
Feelin' like a tourist.
Mental sickness,
In the thick of trippin'
Shit's enormous.
Color-popping,
Looking sloppy.
Drawers droppin'
Hair moppy,
Sneaks soggy,
Been a hard winter.
Drug addiction took my homie Chauncey.
That bitch'll always kill you softly.
So we pourin' liquor,
making jokes 'bout when we pimped bitches,
Before our ways took a twist for the sinister.
Got a fucked equilibrium,
Moon rocks, call 'em minerals.
No socks and my shirt's backwards.
timmad ,stnap ym era erehw
Backwards.
C-C-Crushin' up that shard.
I'm just tryna get neurological,
It aint very hard.
I'm rather philosophic,
Psychological with these bars.
Call me Sigmund Freud.
Sigmund Freud.
Sig-Sig-Sigmund Freud.
Sig-Sig-Sigmund Freud.
Call me Sigmund Freud.

Hi
Oh, hello.
Yea yea, uh huh.
How ya doin?

(Snorts line)
Aww, what the fuck, man?
Uhhhhh ok then.
Yea. Uh.

Doin' weird shit in the ocean.
Doin' weird shit.
Weird shit in the ocean.
Doin' weird shit in the ocean.
Doin' weird shit.
Weird shit in the ocean.
I'm on a boat floatin'
I'm floatin' I'm floatin'
I'm on a boat floatin'
I'm floatin' I'm floatin'
I'm on a boat floatin'
I'm floatin' I'm floatin'
I'm doin' weird shit in the ocean,
The ocean the ocean.
Woah-oh-oh,

Come on baby, do a little coke.
Come on, put that molly up your nose.
After all, we out here on a boat.
Woah-oh-oh..
Come on baby, do a little shrooms.
Let's get naked and escape the doom.
Come on baby, do a little shrooms.
Woah-oh.
And now you feel it, it's a change of pace.
Ay, Ay, Ay Ay.
And now you feel it, it's a change of pace.
Ay, Ay, Ay Ay.
Don't you like my penis in your face?
Ayy,
Give it a shake.
Ayy,
I'm so tired of runnin' in this race.
I'm so tired of feeling out of place.
Damn, we're so outta place.

Woah-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh

Ok,
Weird shit in the ocean.
Doin' weird shit.
Weird shit in the ocean.
I'm doin' weird shit in the ocean.
Doin' weird shit.
Weird shit in the ocean.
I'm on a boat floatin'
I'm floatin' I'm floatin'
I'm on a boat floatin'
I'm floatin' I'm floatin'
I'm on a boat floatin'
I'm floatin' I'm floatin'
I'm doin' weird shit in the ocean,
the ocean the ocean the ocean.

Make art the way you wanna make it....

Sigmund Freud

© Danny Mak 2015
All lyrics written by Danny Mak
Beat produced by Tony Fadd
Vocal production by James of ClearTrack Studios, Tampa.

Lyrics:

Citizen Mob...
Citizen Mob mothafucka!!
Danny Mak
Yea, James got me taking this shit to the next level, man.
Okay!
Don’t run up on me.
Don't.
Don’t run up on me.
Don't.
If you run up on me,
God Bless you.
If you run up on me,
God Bless you.

Usually I’m nice,
Cheifin' from the pipe.
But I got my knife,
It's always on my right!
And I’m always ready,
Ready to rumble.
Cuz they get it twisted,
and the facts are jumbled,
And they think I’m slippin’ …
Wanna stop my hustle!!
Think that,
Im gon' flinch
When you swing a fist?
You think I’m new to this??
I remember hitting a kid,
And he flew airborne into a water fountain!
True story, real G.
Say what you want,
I stand up for me.
And if you do me wrong,
You gon’ probably bleed.
And if you don’t, then your lucky.
L-L-L-Life’s a bitch!
Karma too!
Treat me like a punk,
and I become a brute,
And you gon' end up on the news!
I threw you in a trunk,
Drove you off the bridge, into the black lagoon!!!
Fuck boy,
Ya never made the cut.
I finna fuck you up!!!!!
Hang you by your own guts

If you run up on me!!!
Run up on me!!
Don't.
If you run up on me!!!
Run up on me!!
Don't.
If you run up on me,
God Bless you.
If you run up on me,
God Bless you...

Don’t.

Master criminal.
Every word that I spit:
Secretive with subliminals.
Disrupt the world and the little girls.
All up in your mind, thats my swimming pool.
Rap sucks,
Leave them all in drool,
I'm not cool,
Used to get punked, bullied, and punched.
Blood coming out my nostrils.
I drop stools
On these wack spittin' cock-mongrels.
Making money making money, never got schooled.
I was obnoxious.
Dropped out
Like, suck my dick father.
Tell my nephew never do what I did.
Dedicated to the violence.
Guess I'm a product of where I lived (Chi-Town)…
Smoking kronic on my porch.
Spitting these ebonics until I blow.. and buy a Porche.
Bitch, I got bubonic flows,
Plus I am like a horse..
Meaning my dick is as big as a sword!!
I slay whores!!
Kick 'em out my door,
Whatchu good for?!
Tell your boyfriend that I scored!!
I aint never been a good sport!!
I fucked her raw on my kitchen floor,
I told her: write me a cock report!!..
Run up on me tryna seek revenge,
Ima sevor your head..
Mail it to your best friend

If you run up on me!!!
Run up on me!!
Don't.
If you run up on me!!!
Run up on me!!
Don't.
If you run up on me,
God Bless you.
If you run up on me,
God Bless you...

Don’t...

Don't

© Danny Mak 2015
All lyrics written by Danny Mak
Beat produced by Fly Life
Vocal production by James of ClearTrack Studios, Tampa.

Lyrics:

Citizen Mob...

Your secrets
are nothing but a waste of time.

Believe it
when I say that it will be alright,
Just don’t you lie.

Cuz I know I been running in circles,
Tryna find out
Reasons why now,
Are you satisfied?

cuz I
wana take your hand,
give you everything i have.

cuz I
Wana love you right.
Never give you teary eyes.
You keep pushing.

Yea.
And I'm pushing back.

Squirming in the cushions,
oooo you loving that.

Don’t take me down.
Don’t break me to pieces, girl.
Cuz I wont be found, no no no.
I'm not a friend of Jesus.

He casted me out,
Now I'm drifting,
oooo and I’m lifted.
Baby, hold me… ... down.

cuz I
wana take your hand,
give you everything i have.

cuz I
Wana love you right.
Never give you teary eyes.
You keep pushing.
Yea, You keep pushing.
And I'm pushing back……

Keep Pushing

(Skit) The Next Level

© Danny Mak 2015
All lyrics written by Danny Mak
Beat produced by Tony Fadd
Vocal production by James of ClearTrack Studios, Tampa.

Lyrics:

Citizen Mob...

Yea, you know I gotta push myself.
Okayyyyyyy.

See me walking down the street,
You’ll be like, "man, he's white as fuck!"
"That bitch cannot contest with me."
Wow.
Ima fuck you up!
Take a semi truck witta bomb in it,
Drive that to where your mom's living.
I cannot lie, you are all bitches.
Either you wit it or you're not wit it!
Woah.
See!!!
I could get real G!
Or we could take a stroll,
No matter though..
If you fuck with the king,
Ima run up inside your home!
Really, Ima hippy about peace,
But if you plottin' for the throne...
I'll at least kick out yo’ teeth...
And i’ll break a couple bones!
Just Ask my enemies!!
Enemies!
You can’t ask my enemies,
Cuz they rest in boxes!
Punk, who shot ya?
Rap monster!
And I go through life polite.
High as fuck.
I don’t wanna fight,
But I’ll end your life...
I won't lose any sleep at night!!..
I'm the voice inside your head,
Telling you to suck a dick.
Ima turn a bitch to a slut
when I stick it where she shits.
We could mind fuck...
All these chicken heads cluck
and the sheep follow...
Fuck all these marijuana laws,
I'm moving to Colorado!
Ya’ll are cows. In a slaughter house
Waiting to get processed and swallowed.
I don’t follow a life model,
I am the model!!
And I’m probably trippin' right now.
That is why I'm talking about cows.
Talking 'bout laughing at retarded children while they drown.

Sad clown in a dark dungeon.
Showing up naked to my business lunches,
Like, fuck brunch!
I'm here to munch!
I already told you, I'm high as fuck.
And that's whats up.
My name’s Danny MaK,
and that's with a “K” .
Compared to me,
You rap like you got a dick in your ass,
and that's gay.
So fuck yourself,
and have a nice day.

Bitch…

Too many shenanigans!
Gotta tighten it up.
Ya gotta tighten it up, ya fuckin' cunt!
Come on!
Think you can just stand around??
 What the fuck is wrong with you??
Gotta tighten it up.
Bitch.

Mob Shit

© Danny Mak 2015
All lyrics written by Danny Mak
Beat produced by Tony Fadd
Vocal production by James of ClearTrack Studios, Tampa.

Lyrics:

Citizen Mob...

Danny Mak (2015)
Danny Mak (2015)
And I'm an Outlaw!!!

Do you hate me cuz I made it out the city
and I'm living on a beach?
Do you hate that I speak
Truth, coming out my teeth?
Never took shit, so I made enemies.
And they hate me.
And they hate that my life is amazing.
And they hate that I’m smart, so I stay G.
These days, not even cops phase me!
In 2013, I was lazy.
The next year changed me.
Now I stay angry!
Stay locked in my cave working like a slave
Cuz I aint going out like a baby.
And the destination is the mainstream.
I aint living in no underground, childish-dream.
Yea, I wanna change the world,
But I wanna get the green,
Cuz my momma struggled her whole life,
And she should be a queen!
Ima buy her everything.
I aint even thinking 'bout our past beefs.
Old friends,
Throw their pictures in the trash heap!
Dark forces tried to trash me!
Do you hate that I bounce back?
Every time I get fucked up and shot at?
Every time I get outcasted and jacked?
Every time I fall down, I rise, you despise that!
These clowns...
Blowin' nickles and dime bags
saying that their trashed.
I'm going up like a smoke stack!
Making dope raps!
And you hate that fact,
So put a bullet in my brain or just quit!
I will never kiss ass or suck dick!
Till the day I am assassinated...
Ima stay with the quick spit.
Sneak dissing politicians,
Never do I flinch!
Bogus-ass mo’fuckers resurface
Saying that I snitch,
Saying that I lie,
Saying I aint from the Chi,
Saying I aint never cried,
Saying I aint never seen a homie die!?!?
Mo’fucka’, you gon’ get a couple in your eye!!
Then again, I would never waste my time.
Cuz you faggots stay walking with no spine.
Ima stay walking with my rhymes!
Punchline after punchline!
I don’t even try…

Been rapping since oh-five.
Now its 2015,
And I’m 10 years deep.
Oh my….

All the tears I cried….
All the tears i cried...

All the tears I cried!
I could make a lake!
I'm just looking for a place
I can lay back and get baked,
with nobody actin fake!
And nobody in my face with their pure hate!
Pure hatred.
It's mo'fuckin amazin.
They wanna talk shit, its like they’re anxious.
But I got these powers that are ancient.
And I got this knowledge that is sacred!!!

You cannot fake what I’m doing here.
I’ll say it clear:
This is my year.
This is my year..
this is my year
Heyyy!

Citizen Mob...
It's a collective.
And 2015?
It's gonna be my year, man.

Danny MaK

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