MAD1

Prod. Fasthands

Lyrics: 

Light work imma smash this

Fasthands gonna pass this

FH gonna cash out, bitch don't look cuz your girl got her ass out

Got her nudes on the text, while I'm running a test

Shooting bare shots but you know I never miss, Pen in my hand might as well have been kissed

Me against you well I think that's a mismatch cuz

I really do this, you're just a tired mish mash

You're just a dumb fake

I built the ice you skate

I built whole my shit, 

while you said we were mates

It's big AS 

but it's big FH 


Nobody else really does it like this
Beats and bars cooked up like bricks
Rhymes so sweet that they'll probably make you sick
You really got a gat back it up you dumb prick (x2)

Nobody else really does it like this
Beats and bars cooked up like bricks
Rhymes so sweet that they'll probably make you sick
You really got a gat back it up you dumb prick (x4)

PYREX RIDDIM

A self-produced extended play of instrumentals I've made recently and the start of a new series.

Hope you all enjoy.

Rinse

Pull Up

Rusty

Pepper

All credit goes to the artist.

Original Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWbTd3YXIyw

Frisco - When I Come Thru (Unofficial Remix)

All credit goes to JDZ and the artist.

Original Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHJnpece8WY

Dialect - Spitfire Freestyle (Unofficial Remix)

Lyrics:

Man in the mirror but I’m not talking MJ
Helmet on the floor, meet the foe eye to eye
Me against I, always ends in a tie
Lame vs schitz, both rap till we’re empty
…Real nutcase
Shoot don’t stab I’m not tryna make a cut case
….Fuck a slut’s face
Crack his head like an egg call him coconut face
…always chaos with the peace
Life on a lease, still run from police 
Draco got robbed now I’m going on a warpath
Not taking your path, always need more wrath
Rounds getting sprayed, mad casings on the floor
Shot a man through the door he got bullets in his core
And I treat him like a whore make him beg for his life
He goes for a knife put an end to his life 

It’s all just the same
I got points to be made, but they’re not adding up
My life’s like a game, and it’s feeling too tame
I’m all at this alone, even down one cup (x2)

…Blood stains in the trunk
Left by some punk he was tweaking off the ket
Not the worst I met but his face pissed me off
Beat his ass to death like Lee when he’s drunk 
Junk, just another for the pigs
Slaughterhouse shit, give the rum a couple a swigs
Leatherface vibes, imma let the meat rot
Cuddle with a thot, she’s not smoking no pot
…Bitch I stole this shit myself
Grabbed it off a shelf, but I ditched all the stealth
Bring balance to his day when i stomp him in the face
Minimise a chase, so I don’t leave a trace
28 grams, still got claret on the bag
Step over the corpse and I make a quick exit
Life just repeats, these days it’s a drag
Used to have a house now I’m hiding in a bed sit 

It’s all just the same
I got points to be made, but they’re not adding up
My life’s like a game, and it’s feeling too tame
I’m all at this alone, even down one cup (x4)

Under The Mask

Rapper and producer. I like grime and hip hop.

PYREX RIDDIM

Fasthands

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