Funk Agent

My Apologies not Really Given Modestly
Monstrosity;
I'm Makin em Fold like an Origami Leaf

Anomaly;
On Top of the Property like Monopoly
That Fabricated Bag your Chasin's Honestly Colostomy
(YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT!)

Strike up a Match fast at the Rose Garden
Ghost Artist;
Laugh at Catasphrophies man im Cold Hearted

& Intermittently pitted in Disposition Wicked Disbelief,
I'm Lost Again;
& Falling Wish it All to End

The Call Of Death,
Breathing down my neck like a Bad Odor;
Knowing any one of these seconds that I could Pass Over
(TIME'S UP!)

9 Blunts,
With me in the After-life;
I Couldn't get a Grasp on Reality so I Grabbed The Mic
(I'M BLACK INSIDE!)

& Decomposing more with every MInute Passing,
Bury all my chained Insecurites in my Spliffy Ashes
(ROLL IT UP!)

Finally had enough & I'm Goin Nuts,
I'm Broke as Fuck;
Bleeding on tile watching it Soak in Blood

Screw Loose,
Homie think im off the Deep End;
My Death'll only matter to my Momma & my 3 Friends
(I MEAN THAT!)

Plausibly Suffering through my Bane Existence;
Numb to all Reality Lately so get the Caine & Sniff It

Paddy cake,Paddy cake,
Whip my wrist like Paddy cake
Two white bitches Mary Kate

Wrist on Lemon Tilt;
Ride around pop a Couple Pills

(OKAY!)
I like the bitches that do Alotta Drugs,
Shawty gon Sip It & go & Rip it til the Bottle Done

She say my dick a little bigger than Elephant,
You can not kick it boy you Irrelevant
(OKAY!)

Wrist Work,
Wrist Work,
Wrist Work,
Wrist

WRIST! (Prod.Davis Savage)

KREEPIN' OUT DA KUT

Now that You are gone (feat Yung memories)

Lyrics:

[Bobby Atlas]
Ladies & gentleman!
boys n girls,
gather round..
Have we got a show for you tonight folks!

We have the Esteemed..
Highly..
prestigious
Highly..
steezey
Flow masta fat sack in the building,,
thats right Ladies & Gentlemen

[FlowMastaFatSack:]
Hardly a barbershop Cortet; 
More or less a Moraless
Apocalyptic vision of cities Deploying Foreign Ships

Boy im boyant to the Drown folk
& I got some ounces in the couch at the House Hold
Steezey

Chiefin Discreetly by the Orchid pine
Borderline immortalized
& Sure to find a Foreign Tide

Breachin sequences creepin in where the Demons Sit
& Even if I Seem a Bit Feverish just believe Me kid

[Keep on]

Goin til the angels try to Lock me up 
My brown eyed beauty was truly my only Shot at Love

Now all i got is drugs 
for every bitch thats left me bad,
I take a shot up out of the Bottle n Make an Empty Bag

I guess what can I say that aint been Said before?
Breads a Predator bread'll leave you dead for sure

Its only me and my facited personality
a double entendre reality wrapped in a tapestry

[Bobby Atlas]
Ladies & gentlemen that was a show indeed!
Im gonna stop djing and come back there & slap one of yall..Please believe me!
Bread is not a joke

Performing live tonight on Lonnies its the notorious Flowmastafatsack
& You're now rockin w the almighty Bobby Atlas,
Follow me!

SORCERERS! (Prod.KMD)

RICE //// @lihingmui
BREAD //// @13READ
PiRT /// @factory_flow

RICE X BREAD - $EPPUKU(PROD.PiRT)

CHEMICAL LOVE  FT. BREAD

YOUTUBE VERSION:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2byDWqIjkm0

TRANSYLVANIA FREESTYLE!

AINT NOTHIN TO IT (prod. morteh)

RICE x BREAD - YUNG DiAMOND (PROD.PiRT)

YOUTUBE VERSION:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEg2Hxy7YIw

Lyrics:
[Yung Ice Beam:]
Let my Literature Immortalize
Been a chosen Minister to Riddle where the Portal Lies

Yeah im sorta fly 
Coulda been a Pilot First 
Heading towards the sky everytime I Write A Verse 

Sleek Graph Piece Large like a Monolith
Shawty ask for trees
really she just Wanted dick

Prolly give her both 
Kissin like a Mistletoe 
All you simple Clones need to Kick a Different Flow

Spaced out like the Equinox
Brought your Premadonna Sheets of Blodder and a SpeakerBox

Many crowds of the People Watch 
Make the Rubble Crumble in a Tunnel way Beneath their Socks

Yeah I'll be up in the Pages soon
Schizophrenic homies always trippin out n Takin Shrooms 

Catacylsmic Notes Shine like a Diamond Stone
Known to Shift the Lunar Tides when I write a Poem

Find me Posted with a Bag of Pine 
Prolly Snatch your Wife she asks to be my Valentine

Pretty Critical Cynical Individual
Rip a show 
& Follow the witches into the Frigid Cold 

Pedal Next to Mercury
Devilish & Serpentine 
Kettle full of Turpentine

Masked Mannequin Traveling to the Vatican 
Pack a spiff
Stashing a Half Of bag of the Adivan 

You'll have to pArdon me for Artistry
rappers used to run they mouth and nowadays they Hardly Speak 

Got your miss slick askin me to Flutter Up 
Snatch another Butter Cup
You Know im on some Other stuff

Sure to make The Honor Roll
Drop a Flow colder then Popsicles in a Lot Of snow 

Come back for more and sure enough they Always do 
You dont get it Poppin off you prolly not a Baller dude 

The villain'll prolly Snatch a Purse 
Grab a bag of purp Light & Pass it back to Pirt

Funk Agent

PiRT📞

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