Reimu's Theme - Maiden's Capriccio (XI Remix) - Dream Battle

Finally some use of my vocals just a lil bit though. Hope ya'll enjoy ;3

Ezekiel - help_urself (prod.dyn remix)

Grab A Glock (S+R)

Ezekiel - Help Urself - (prod.dyn - Ghost MW2 Remix)

GOLF BLITZ TYPE BEAT

Tommy Wright III - Meet Yo Maker (320 Kbps)

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RTTF-0014「Speed Star 2」 
http://rttf.eternalbreeze.net/works/rttf_0014/

sink to the deep sea world

ERADICATION W/ LXXIV (Prod. Eternal Raijin)

Travis Scott - sdp interlude (Extended Version)(Feat. Cassie)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
You taste good like soul food
Parked up outside in the old school
The new me back with the old you
A dog always find his way back home and it's so true
Make it home, fall through and pop one
You know the motto's "smoke some, drink some, pop one"
Got your hand on my Glock while your ass ride shotgun
High, high stakes, you risk it every day
Ride around, around
I know fuckin' ugly niggas' just not fun
Had to zero out the fake 'cause I'm not one

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
So smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one, yeah

[Chorus: Cassie & Travis Scott]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
I'ma run through
On the front stoops all gettin' ran through, yeah
Right, ball with it
Yeah, I'm in a cat call with it
Yeah, I made phone calls with it
Yeah, I made bank calls with it, yeah
And H-town lately where you find me, yeah
Ride round city, no ID, yeah
Back of the Benz where I find peace, yeah
Yeah, beats popular, and me notchin' this
From doo-wop an' 'em

[Chorus: Cassie & Travis Scott]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop — one

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
So smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one, yeah

[Chorus: Cassie & Travis Scott]
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one
Smoke some, drink some, pop one

[Outro]
Your mama never let you guys outside
She probably still beat yo ass
Man, what the—you a virgin? You a virgin, huh?
Your lil' small, your lil' skinny-ass can't even take it
What you doin' with that weed?
Where you get that—huh?
I'ma tell your mama

Sdp Interlude (Extended Version)

POP! 
POP! 
POP! 
POP! 
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! 
POP! 
POP! 
POP! 
POP!
POP! 
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! 

Cover fire
I need a rumor 
You’re a school shooter! 
A problematic desire 
I’m just a gun w/ the hire 
Pop your skull & your tires 
I want your feeling & everything in your fiber 
Uh!uhuh!uh!
munchin’
popping on bubblegum 
(Yah) I feel you on my tongue 
Lick across the clip of my gun 
Am I am I 
In love 
Or Am I off the drugs 
Your girl say I fuck like a thug 
She wants kisses over blunts 
Let the chains hit her face 
Gunshots feel like a blade 
Swerve the car make me race 
Suicides in my state 
Snipers chill with berets 
Push you off the edge 

Throwing knife like pick your fight 
Pussy boy I wanna see my bride 
I feel like exhibit cause I pimp my ride
Ya bitch 
There’s ones pick up your sight! 
Thoughts contrived yah yah yeh 
I can never do right in your mind 
It’s just so hard to stay attached to this world! 

Live off you like matter 
MP5 like scatter 
Blood just Leaves me staggered 
Got 12 on me 
Won’t let me be 
Got gunmy worms stuck in my teeth 
I see her face I’m like “omg”
Grapple tape on my SMG
Talk talk but you won’t beat me
 

Cover fire
I need a rumor 
I’m just cooler

Grab A Glock (S+R)

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