Rory Travelle - Let Me Down

Listen to this while watching Drake leak $$$

Step on Your Toe

GROW

HAVE YOU SEEN MY GIRL

Da Bomb

here's yo gift

jaytoanti - coolin (1jxles)

prod. uviplswait
mixed and mastered by (SoyFutures)

Nosferatu feat. (eVe&Remmy2x)

"Trauma". Beat by ImFurious.

Tryna get some peace and quiet why I always wreck it
Trauma under camouflage so deep can’t recollect it. 
Sleep on first then level up in time for sloppy seconds. 
Using my environment I snatch at sharpest weapon
That’s my mind amplified by HiFi on loudest setting
Then Broadcast out on WiFi how I Fire up my section
Feel my pulse hammering. That’s how I know theres trouble 
plug don’t like the suburbs so house calls cost me double
He Tryna put food on table, get up and out from under 
If things been different that be me. I can’t help but wonder
Good or bad. Is this all fair or did someone somewhere blunder
Early Warning flash of lightning right before the thunder
Only half asleep at night my sights almost open
storm clap snap me awake before the truth is spoken
All i remember is a pile of dying embers smoking 
Meager pieces I retain A pittance and a token
so close I came to finally syncing with the motion
of the earth, my line and spacetime spreading out apart
the distance grows between each nodes ending and the start
I watch the stars on screen they glitch a violet light 
As depression seeps inside surrender to the night 
It is only right sacrifice would close my final chapter
But im bound to come back around a shadow of a specter
Shambling on a path well worn pursued by the devil
Don’t look back as you ascend up to highest level
Exposed to the elements to suffer stormy weather
Still beholden to a dream that the future might be better 
But we all know a just reward is coming to me never
How can I be such a fool yet somehow think I’m clever
Then when I see others falling I can’t help but revel
Knowing I am not alone helps ease the pain a little
And for just a moment we share a common struggle

Trauma

Overthinking (Freestyle).

Beat by Optics Beat

Punch buggy black
No punch backs
So strike fast
While mom ain't looking
I was blacked out
When my chain got tooken
They cooking up a scheme
To put me in the lawn
But my teams too strong
And the punch buggy's gone

Squabble with the best
Muscle blow spasms chest
Run up work the body
No joke Hold close
Practically hugging
Facade mean mugging
Face screwed straight
Slant lean thugging
Block the big blows glance off
This ain't no west side dance off
Shit getting real
People pulling out steel
That north Philly feel that
Something ain't right
From the edge of my sight
Punch buggy white

Punch buggy blessed
Fear force finesse
Tension building stress and culminate in battery
A grower and a shower unless it grows colder
Barely ever sober
Gassing up the motor
Till I'm acting up in Kroger and awaken in the clover
No wallet. No phone. No keys to the rover

Exhibit one pivot. I'm fucking pissed. Livid
Just another dumb fuck who's stuck in a rut
Doubled down on my luck
I'm all in on a life that I did not construct
Cuz truth be said Im fucked in the head
Punch buggy red

Punch buggy drive by
Spoof the IP on your WiFi to frame you up
Bye bye, birdie in a cage
You ain't coming back
Back on the block and I'm Looking for a lick
A lil sip on the tip. No spit shine included
Serpentine means I zig zag zooted
On the playspace placed eight face cards suited
Someone musta cheated
Faith leap yeeted yelling out YOLO
The dumb cops don't know
The subject of the bolo was a dead man's photo
The first on the scene
A microphone fiend turning milk into cream
Punch buggy green

Punch punch punch buggy green
No punch backs, baby. Do not make a scene
The gift that keeps giving
That masculine urge to put sperm into women
The little guys swimming upstream spawning
The deed done yawning
Disco nap after the fact
That Plan B shame walk back to the pharmacy
Put the cure in the bag
With an Arizona tea and a snickers for me
Baby, swallow it quick cuz i don't give a shit
If you kill with a pill what I made with my dick
And my warm white porridge
Punch buggy orange

Punch Buggy

You Fuck on my Nigga Ill kill YOu and Tell Him!!  Pretty Gang Pretty Gang 187 !!

Gavyn Thorne's Album

Bottles (Freestyle)

Rapper, born lover, undercover from the Philly suburbs, still blabber that palaver like no other.

Punch Buggy

Dr. Long Ghost