XP The Marxman - Play The Part (prod. by Jon Glass)

DNTE - Pastry Chef (Produced by DNTE)

DNTE - If Looks Could Kill ft. Wyze Wonda (Produced by DNTE)

Lyrics:

No chip off the block parents born off the map
Quick trip for pipe dreams now I'm serving 'em nouns
My product ain't pop what I'm pushing is crack
Gotta pitch to the right feen so that word get around

Looking for a hit to make the block flock with feens
Cut prices out the question, plot and scheme and watch the scene
On my own hustle I don't need a rotten team
Hunger forced doing stupid shit like Aqua Teen

Yeah, that's all metaphor for music
My mission got a magnitude of desert storm in Munich
The doctor's advocate I can't perform in units
Circle tight and more secluded what I do is not the norm for students

Reincarnation from legends beyond the grave
Bound by chains 9 to 5 designed for slaves
Changed the method like John Blaze, bomb the stage
Say namaste, paid homage now the homage paid

Don't take orders, boss mode what I stay in
Lost the fight once you got the weigh in
Going overboard, the shots a lay-in
I move like boats that brought the yae in

Lotta weight at first now the loads lighter
Drop down bounce back like low riders
Ain't tricking but I'm globetrotting
If ain't got it somebody I know got it

I oughta feel pompously
You ask why why not my response will be
I sharpen steel constantly
You can't neglect the sword even when the pen is mighty
All aboard, I'm bout to be in Venice nightly

Y'all pump faking calling rebook I just do it, type to send for nike
Won't defend my psyche, that's a mind for winners
Overcome hurdles to eat, y'all seated but I got a fence I climb for dinner

Mr. Feeney, a boy when the world met me
Now this man in the mix like I swirl nestle
Ya girl let me ain't the cat to coerce her
I split and made a acquisition after the merger

All they seen was a blur when they captured the murder
Red and yellow lights that's Barry or Wally West
Ahead of all ya sleights I parry with all finesse
That's skill strictly, rock handles pill prickly
Atlanta had 'em hooked props ran to Lil Dicky

Don't take orders, boss mode what I stay in
Lost the fight once you got the weigh in
Going overboard, the shots a lay-in
I move like boats that brought the yae in

Lotta weight at first now the loads lighter
Drop down bounce back like low riders
Ain't tricking but I'm globetrotting
If ain't got it somebody I know got it

Started from the bottom unlock the top slowly
System more crooked than cops who rock rollies
They laugh cuz it look like I'm fighting for scraps
I'm the type to adapt and outfox the coyote

Hype to be the best so I hid from the crowd
To get this style, in a space others kids ain't allowed
Assimilated myself back into the party
Feel like I took a big step and I missed the morale

Word to K Dot, I take a long hiatus
In lieu of money love is equity that's why they hate us
Made from a mold of specialist, below the precipice
Approach a apex abiding by a code of excellence

The style comparer
Could be never be the Aloe Vera
Rick got Slick cuz he learned through trial and error
Through the fire like Denzel and wire like Ye
The band is back let the violin play

Don't take orders, boss mode what I stay in
Lost the fight once you got the weigh in
Going overboard, the shots a lay-in
I move like boats that brought the yae in

Lotta weight at first now the loads lighter
Drop down bounce back like low riders
Ain't tricking but I'm globetrotting
If ain't got it somebody I know got it

The Weigh In

The Weigh In [produced By Momo Ward]

The Bag or The Bullet

DNTE - The Bag Or The Bullet Ft. Asun Eastwood (Produced by SibbsRoc)

Ru$h x Tha God Fahim - New Elite feat. Big Cheeko & Jay NiCE

Sub Zero Flow

THREESOME 4: DIRTY SECRETS

REAL ONE

STRONJAY Pt. 2

RAW MILK

Lyrics:

Stepping up to the plate,
Bat a home run to the tune of my fate,
Yes now with faith, seeking to be great but without haste,
Yet my mistakes I pray to erase,
In this game I seek love over hate,
Sometimes I get lost on the way,
Do you relate?
Some days I feel I fade,
The web of life be a grand escape,

Spitting some flows,
I’m out on the roam,
I got the, magic to grow,
Like look how I’ve flown,
I’ve walked the,
Messiest roads,
Now back at my home,
Why not the,
Heart I transpose,
The soul I expose,
See how the,
Dark flees I speed read the words breathed,
I oft seek a lofty leap to a pot of ease,
But often reach a hallowed speech that harkens deep,
From I guess what’s expressed in my facial sheen,
I glean a couple untold tales some inhaled vales exhaled wails,
Got vices i grip the mic yes it fits well, can see the hope even in braille,
Will he choke, nope, or maybe time will tell,
Behold a pale horse, til the voice is hoarse,
The paper is coarse, the vision in Morse,
Still seeking the source, impacted by the force,
A little elixir got me losing and using my voice,

Stepping up to the plate,
Bat a home run to the tune of my fate,
Yes now with faith, seeking to be great but without haste,
Yet my mistakes I pray to erase,
In this game I seek love over hate,
Sometimes I get lost on the way,
Do you relate?
Some days I feel I fade,
The web of life be the grandest maze,

A little blemish on the canvas as I paint a scene,
Vivid dreams like vintage screams out movie scenes,
Surreal memes flood the screen whilst I hug my knees,
Going crazy but maybe it’s them who asleep,
a little psychotic alumnus who’s off it,
I ain’t run shit I walk it but trust I walk what I’m talking,
Sometimes I flaunt it, usually I be caught in,
Underselling my profit, the gift in my stocking,
Go ahead and go mock it, I’m weighing my options,
Better this and die honest, live for bliss yet I’m toxic,
Inhaling all of my toxins, but I’ll tell you this,
This shift is the gift that I’m unlocking,
Y’all ain’t need to go rock it,
Y’all ain’t need to go cop it,
But I’ll be damned if I don’t demand respect should be offered,
I’m just a man insaan spitting rhymes from his noggin,
In the web of time connected like I logged in,

Stepping up to the plate,
Bat a home run to the tune of my fate,
Yes now with faith, seeking to be great but without haste,
Yet my mistakes I pray to erase,
In this game I seek love over hate,
Sometimes I get lost on the way,
Do you relate?
Some days I feel I fade,
The web of life be a grand escape,

Grand Escape (Web of Life) (Prod. by eeryskies)