Name: HAARPER - NEXTBOT! by "FIRED UP SPLIT" on YouTube in Untitled playlist
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In The Dark

Imma kill shit 
Spit with the sickness 
Young mothafucka bringin heat 
Dollar bills on my wish list 
Long live biggie imma never miss Christmas 
Creepin up out the tomb I leave a witness suspicious 
Like hold up 
I get buck 
Used to have a stutter now I never give a fuck 
Comin up out the gutter now I’m boutta double up 
Never let my mother suffer we gon get the fuck out the rut 
You’ll never hold me 
Hear the sirens and the police 
Nikes on my feet 
Deep 
On a soul seek 
Thinkin about the times I refused to see
In 3D 
Now Im seein everythang how it should be 
Uh 
On the microphone 
I’m at home 
Rippin and trippin up on the flows 
Till my eyes glow 
Ya go slow 
Boy tell me what cha know 
Shout out JGRXXN
Schema the posse stayin on the go bitch 
Keep the same face even when the wind change 
Lame mothafuckas gotta stay where I designate 
They resonate 
With the lines I create 
Elevate 
To a state 
Of revelation and regenerate 
This ya fate 
rhymes clean like Colgate 
I be rippin it quick leave ya jaw dropped no way 
Like okay 
Sxmpra got the plays 
Now riddle me this mothafucka where the fuck is my pay 
Spin ya head seven twenty like a damn bey blade 
Pull my damn card in five parts that’s an end game 
Imma keep it goin blowin up like grenade 
Sippin liquor from my cup like it’s mothafuckin lemonade 
Uh 
And I just can’t stop 
Ill drop heat till I pop 
This a 24/7 shop 
Send shots 
Like a Mac 10 
Back when 
I could give a fuck 
Bout a never really has been 

Roll round town 
Black tint 
With the lights out 
Bumpin that sound 
Chase clout 
What they all bout 

I don’t have time for the precious games 
Boutta pop off so remember the name 

Roll round town 
Black tint 
With the lights out 
Bumpin that sound 
Chase clout 
What they all bout 

I don’t talk when there’s nothin to gain 
We ain’t the same bitch stay in ya lane 

Kick dust 
Let em bust slugs like teddy 
Tell a mothafucka come and get it when ya ready 
I’m a stone cold villain 
Next to Willem sittin steady 
See me in ya dreams and legs spaghetti 
I’m betting 
Half the scene still wetting they bedding 
They getting petty forgetting I’m getting ready for endings so gimme vicky pedretti and I’ll be letting ya get me or I’ll be wrecking the setting itll be ya head that I’m blending bitch 
Uh 
What’s that in my backpack 
You don’t really see me get that 
Playin on ya girl like a tech deck 
Pussy mothafucka better step back mmm

Better step the fuck back 
Dogs steady barking and they ready for attack 
I don’t give a fuck pussy send whos next 
Schema the posse mothafucka coming straight for ya neck

just another rap song (prod. ISVVC)

NEXTBOT!

HAARPER - NEXTBOT!

GOATED.

Photo Model: @shirlizleee
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SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3v0QT...
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https://twitter.com/haarper77

Lyrics:
It’s about time that I fucked yo bitch
I put in my time and I got myself rich
And I took a couple lines and I made em to hits
She knowing my sign but she don’t wanna dip
Unless it’s skinny
She gon make it pop like remy
I be in her gut like henny
She be thick like Jenny
Goin one round, nah many
Spitting f’s out like Fendi 
Ima break it all down 

Level the plains
But ima be up in my plane without shame 
And I’m bringing the ruckus the roughest I’ll murk all you puppets
Your debt is now due
Hear the audible trumpets 
preceding my entry 
Pop pop
Gun shot to yo sentry
What you think we came down here friendly
I can see all the green and the envy
It’s fake love
Thats enough
Ridin my coattails and my nuts
Cause my capital greater 
They storming the crater 
For anything at all, the atoms and crumbs

Crash landed
I managed to lose some of my baggage
Them bandits can have it
They gon get hit red handed 
Fuck a third eye
And yo birds eye
They will learn why
They cannot contain me or surround I got that turbine
Survive, you won’t survive
When she earn my 
Time and now it’s tickin
She gon put my hand on her thigh
Carjacked
Get back on the tarmac
Fuck a carfax
Get slapped by my large sack 
Bar packed
Till I clap with the AK
If you wanna fight me know it’s gonna be a melee

Girl unbuckle my belt 
Follow my lead
And leave yo cells
Gon free yo self
Don’t see yourself
I’m really gonna take you to yo real self
Shawty wanna go and get up under sheets
Under my skin
No way no where
Scarlet letter on her back without care
But I don’t really notice cause I’m pulling her hair
Gonna go in like I came from famine
Gonna head out like I’m playing backgammon
Never gave a fuck 
Talking bout me, can’t stand him
But why she on my pole
Like a shake junt dancin 
Fake punks, ain’t one, take none
Ray gun, ray charles, can’t stun
Miss me with that bullshit
Cause I’m all out of patience 

She just wanna stay young
But this shawty, she ain’t mine
They just wanna play dumb
I ain’t wasting any time
I been waitin say something
All these opps they on my line
They stay on that pay phone
I got money on my mind

HAARPER - NOTHING IS FOREVER

NOT ENOUGH MANA

TRIP TO THE HOOD

Lil Mabu - TRIP TO THE HOOD

HAARPER // BEAM TO YA HEAD (Prod. HAARPER)

Artwork: @iamcvrsed
  / iamcvrsd  

CREW RECORDS: https://7.haarper.net/ICUYCR
INSTAGRAM: @crewxrecords

MANAGEMENT
Imperial Artist Management
Jason Malhoyt - jason@imperialartistmgmt.com

BOOKING
33 & West
JJ Cassiere - jj@33andwest.com

FOLLOW HAARPER

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FACEBOOK: https://7.haarper.net/ICUYFB
TIKTOK: https://7.haarper.net/ICUYTK

Lyrics:
I was smoking on that indo
Beat that box, her bento
Gang gon drop like flies
When we fire right past that window 
Blade to ear like kimbo
Leave yo ass in limbo
Yo bitch switching sides
Like she playing the Nintendo 

Spike their blunts with that demeton
Feel like megatron
Hit a bump
Murk em on his lawn
‘nother wounded fawn
Bish op down
It’s the stomping grounds
Shooting hollow rounds
Pushin weight
You will not be found
They won’t hear a sound
Don’t bother me
No colloquy
They wanna be me
What they see
Their majesty 
Get knocked like beanie
Guillotine gon make em scream
They’ll see the stars 
And the rings Saturn brings
See the archons from afar

Step into my chamber
And you might just see the light
Left shoulder strapped
Cause the burner always right
Beam to yo head scopin ready to ignite
Fuckin all these hoes
Cause my money never tight

I’ve taken my time to find myself
I’m taken that nine to find yo wealth
They wanna be slime, go watch yo health
I’m bringing that nine point hollow hell
I’m bringing em down with erosion 
Logan cut em with the blades
And their caliber frozen 
Cause I be the one to go and stop it in motion 
Gaara with the coffin of sand implosion

HAARPER - BEAM TO YA HEAD

STREAM HERE: https://vyd.co/44smoke

Feat: Synsy
Prod: Prop

Lyrics:
what more could I need i got my smoke
+44 
what more could I need I got my smoke
send the postcode
what more could I need I got my smoke

brrrr brrr brrrr
laser spray okay, I hit this weed im finna choke
a guy like me don’t want his weed mixed with no chemicals
and no body wanna fuck with me
someone come fuck with me huh huh
no one fuckin with the UK smoke
you ain’t gonna get my spliff
you ain’t gonna get 1 toke
you ain’t gonna get one whiff of the weed
cannabis in need on tour 
you should give me a hit
fans outside with a spliff for me
they tryna smoke cuz I’m really the shit 
kick back while I watch the Mayhem unfold
get back get back get back don’t wanna get myself too involved 
too many beefs too many things that have been left at unresolved 
2 meter distance stuck around since Covid bunned off the globe

what more could I need i got my smoke
+44 
what more could I need I got my smoke
send the postcode
what more could I need I got my smoke

in my room scraping keef from out the bowl
still waiting for my g to hit my line we bouta smoke
got my green, cali imported +1 up on my phone, fuck that shit these man condone
none of them uk flavours, most man don’t know about them spices, can’t trust that like the talk bout the virus
high grade lifted bell me for the price list
if you did me wrong you shoulda got it in the first place
my beats’ll smack you harder than your parents on results day
these fucking neeks don’t even know what hit em in the worst way
i could call my gs you wouldn’t make it to your birthday
i spit malicious with intent cuh i’m that type of person
you in your head tryna fight yourself like tyler durden
always acting like the burden, pull the ropes the curtains closed
shows over for these bitches tell em

what more could I need i got my smoke

+44 SMOKE

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@ryan-cc

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LYRICS 


Pull a blade, to my body, make a scar look like a crease

Got my eyes, bleeding now, watch it drip right off my teeth

Praying for a witch to summon, as a sacrificial piece,

Past midnight, we some Gremlins, looking for somewhere to feast

Rigor  Mortis, Necromorph, shadowmancing through the night,

So sadistic, self inflicted, when I lose my gift of sight,

Got Kyuubi, in my stomach, break the seal unleash his might,

Overused my mangekyo, now I’ll never see the light,

Fuck is that? Shawty good, said she could, plus her boy a bitch,

Cut his gut, see the blood, guess he not no crip,

Said she would, said “you should”, then she slit her wrist,

Fuck it vro, I can’t never fucking trust no bitch

You see this look I got? I call it sacriFace,

If you not looking for some murder, you look out of place,

They coming for my life I’m going for the waist, 

Imma take them with me like I’m Baby Face,

They taking potshots, Tattoos from the Rakyat,
If they jumping corners then I hit em off the drop shot,

Nothing left to lose all I got is my humanity, 

Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity? 

You got your finger on the pussy trigger, that’s the plan,

You way up in the sky you feeling like the fucking man,

You skydiving, ima catch you as soon as you land,

Buried in the beach, head sticking out the fucking sand,

VAAS [PROD. HINH]

GIMME A SECOND

A collection of songs that I have compiled over a month or so, enjoy.

LYRICS:

Wake up in a ditch 
With some blood on my kicks 

Liquor by my body 
And I can’t feel shit 

Blood on my lips 
Few cuts on my wrist 
And my Brand new shirt 
Full of dirt fuck this 

Pull myself up 
I am the enemy 
Stop with fuckery 
You ain’t no friend of me 

Evil embodied is what I was meant to be 

Anti to everything 

Gripping the dirt I can feel my self frail I’m weakened by every time I have failed to recognise I can control any aspect of life that I like if it bothers me I will not hide 

Takin a fuckin blade up in my spine
Look up at my face and tell me am I doin fine  
I cannot seem to be one with the demons a feeling I fear I will never describe 

You don’t wanna be another mothafucka layin in the bottom of sea or takin a swing up in a tree I’m thinkin of every time I coulda woulda put a fuckin bullet in the book of everything that I be callin my dreams 

I guess I’m 
Tired of all of theses fuckas that can’t seem keep my name outta they mouth 

Bitch I never beat around a bush I tell a pussy what I’m bout and I won’t ever give a fuck about a thang called clout  

Nowhere to run I got nowhere to call my home
None of these mothafuckas hit my phone 

I don’t wanna walk on this road alone 
Blood on my shoes now there’s blood in the snow

SNOW

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