Produced by Zoryan & Sentry
Hosted by Dj Zoryan

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I remember summers, I didn't have anything
Now I'm worried 'bout some wedding rings
Got 20's up in my pocket, got pink 50's for my girl g-string
They wear my heart like a heartstring, money on my body very often
Mufuckers eat my swag, hibachi, but never wanna start talking

So I'ma get it when I get it, you obsess over mufucking digits
Get sniped like bitch Nine Vicious, not going far, you best believe it

Tape did great, still don't know how I feel
Rest in peace to mufuckin' Brian Wil'
May not have a will, but you still my son
Like The Beach Boys, put the belt to your bum
You got an ego, but ain't do no shows
You gotta ask your bro for that top song
Don't you know mufucking right from wrong?
Twenty-five doing that bullshit
Hit you with that gun, make your belly sound like gong, aye
Sometimes all your plays was wrong, but you just gotta play along, aye aye

So I'ma get it when I get it, you obsess over mufucking digits
Get sniped like bitch Nine Vicious, not going far, you best believe it

Summers Prod Zoryan Sentry

Gang, yeah
Put ya fucking hands up, yeah
Put ya fucking hands up, yeah

Money on the table, I see you tryna overreach
Yves Tumor, the way I be walking where I please, lil' bitch
Two Star and the Dream Police, these pussies gonna always weep
These pussies gonna always weep, p-pussies gonna always weep, on gang
You a outcast, this shit just never been your thang
Flying through the air, this money always been my wings
Sticking to the same sound, cause your ass ain't got no code
NBA 2K, you chuck that shot and just went cold

I been on top of this shit, this game still getting formed and shit
Stopwatch, better stop that shit, y'all still tryna get a performance, bitch?
Leading like a horse race, bitch, the way I just been running shit
First time, yeah I let it go, the second time, I aim and scope, lil' bitch
Put ya hands up, bitch, put ya hands up, bitch
Put ya hands up, bitch, and let it scope in
Money, the way it rolls in, money, the way I roll it up
I smoke that blunt, I smoke that blunt, I smoke that blunt, I smoke that blunt, lil' bitch

Money on the table, I see you tryna overreach
Yves Tumor, the way I be walking where I please, lil' bitch
Two Star and the Dream Police, these pussies gonna always weep
These pussies gonna always weep, p-pussies gonna always weep, on gang
You a outcast, this shit just never been your thang
Flying through the air, this money always been my wings
Sticking to the same sound, cause your ass ain't got no code
NBA 2K, you chuck that shot and just went cold

KSC represent, we do that shit, we do that shit
Pussies tryna copy the form like Kobe, make it make sense
Mufuckers doubted me, crossed me behind my back
I got love for rap and you don't, that's a fucking fact

I been on top of this shit, this game still getting formed and shit
Stopwatch, better stop that shit, y'all still tryna get a performance, bitch?
Leading like a horse race, bitch, the way I just been running shit
First time, yeah I let it go, the second time, I aim and scope, lil' bitch
Put ya hands up, bitch, put ya hands up, bitch
Put ya hands up, bitch, and let it scope in
Money, the way it rolls in, money, the way I roll it up
I smoke that blunt, I smoke that blunt, I smoke that blunt, I smoke that blunt, lil' bitch

Gang, gang, go, go-go, ay, ay-ay-ay
Go, go, go, go, ay, KSC bitch

Platforms

Put Ya Hands Up Prod Bappy

We gon' sit by the campfire, we gon' sit by the campfire
I'ma create hellfire, I'ma create hellfire, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, go, go, go

I done mapped out this shit, yeah, too far
Pussy tryna talk that shit, got too hot
They like, "Noah, why the fuck your shit too hard?"
I just tell 'em, gotta keep going, no stop, no stop
People wolfing on the net 'bout some tradition
How 'bout the fuck you get out my fucking mentions
Know these rappers in the scene got they henchmen
They gon' gas 'em up when they got that weak pen
What happened to the scene, people rapping 'bout some shit 
That they shouldn't, that they shouldn't
People bigoted and this shit getting plays now
Getting played now, what the fuck now

Sometimes I don't know what you been through
Causing hellfire everywhere I go
People don't believe me everywhere I go, but I'm swagged out, head-to-toe
I don't really know where I'm going, people tryna say that I'm slowing
Deep down that I know that I'm not, pussy tryna talk that shit, never had no drop
Never had a hit, never my fucking issue, crying to me, yeah, get a tissue
Pussies be twenty-five talking behind my back, I don't really know you, but you fucking whack

I done mapped out this shit, yeah, too far
Pussy tryna talk that shit, got too hot
They like, "Noah, why the fuck your shit too hard?"
I just tell 'em, gotta keep going, no stop, no stop
People wolfing on the net 'bout some tradition
How 'bout the fuck you get out my fucking mentions
Know these rappers in the scene got they henchmen
They gon' gas 'em up when they got that weak pen
What happened to the scene, people rapping 'bout some shit 
That they shouldn't, that they shouldn't
People bigoted and this shit getting plays now
Getting played now, what the fuck now

People got they hands out, asking me for some shit
I don't really know you, got no ego, that's just about it
Your homeboy got allegations, you bounced around it
Know you only 16, it's time to break outta habit
Got good people around you, just gotta find it
I know it really hurts when your boy on bad timing
Get some weight, get some plays, just like a lineman
Are y'all really listening, cause I'm 'bout to say some real shit
Y'all think this shit an action movie, it's just not
Y'all be telling people connect the fucking dots
Whole time y'all the sheep that y'all been talking 'bout
You in a echo chamber, baby get the fuck out

Just like I said
We gon' sit by the campfire
Sit by the campfire
Sit by the campfire
Sit by the campfire

Campfire Prod Ticox

A satire; self produced

This song is not meant to be taken at face-value, there is very much a concept at play here of the different perspectives of the Evangelical rapture. I’m not personally someone who believes in the rapture, but I’m also not an atheist— so I tried my best to orchestrate this song into the emotions of both Evangelical paranoia and “reddit atheism” (for lack of better words)

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Say God loves us, but I don't believe it
Scarred two times, done left me bleeding
Say your prayers, this a revelation
New gospel, this new beginnings

I'ma crack it out 'til I got it
Waiting for the day is so damn frightening, ay
You better check the time, cause it's coming
Satan hymn-notic, aye
Reaping what you sowing, now you sowing what you seeing, ay
Knitting out the sweater for the devil not for the weak, ay
Seventy weeks I planning, this shit got my gut, soul wrenching, ay
Paranoia inside not that crazy when you open mind and handed

From Adam to the false prophets
All these people care about is profit
Biting from the apple never stopped these pockets
I don't care about the sin if you just deposit
Time of reckoning, don't you believe?
Go head, put your heart on a sleeve
Those seven trumpets sound like a baby weep
Baby Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and Eve

I want some, ah
Want something
I want some, ah
Want something
That ring around the rosie
That ring around the rosie
That ring around the rosie, yeah, yeah
Bring me to the crossroads, I promise I won't run away
Bring me to the crossroads, I promise I won't run

Got me thinking that these people want they rapture
Just so they can float above the guilt of they own past tense
World in confusion, these things aren't so affordable
But you got your pastor, my conscious mind a disaster

Say God loves us, but I don't believe it
Scarred two times, done left me bleeding
Say your prayers, this a revelation
New gospel, this new beginnings

I'ma crack it out 'til I got it
Waiting for the day is so damn frightening, ay
You better check the time, cause it's coming
Satan hymn-notic, aye
Reaping what you sowing, now you sowing what you seeing, ay
Knitting out the sweater for the devil not for the weak, ay
Seventy weeks I planning, this shit got my gut, soul wrenching, ay
Paranoia inside not that crazy when you open mind and handed

From Adam to the false prophets
All these people care about is profit
Biting from the apple never stopped these pockets
I don't care about the sin if you just deposit
Time of reckoning, don't you believe?
Go head, put your heart on a sleeve
Those seven trumpets sound like a baby weep
Baby Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and Eve

I want some, ah
Want something
I want some, ah
Want something

God Loves Us

prod @stone47 sorry 4 the wait haw haw

Aye, it only get better or worse the way you look at it
That's what they used to tell me, bro, I didn't believe that shit
Aye, real KSC shit, pussy, ay, ay (go, go-go)

New black raincoat, this shit not no Vetement
Baby, these people just want they profits, my dreams be so prophetic
When I count it up, count it up, green like the relish
Put a smile on my face, I'm looking like a relic (go, go)
Shout-out my fans out in Boston, but really, fuck the Celtics (ay, ay)
R.I.P. Sly Stone and R.I.P. D'Angelo too
But baby when I put it on you, do you really feel the root?
Of the problem happening, causing something new
Something beautiful, treat you like you was in honor roll
They like, "Noah, how you do it? You been on a roll,"
At the campfire, sitting down and burning toast
To the people outside of high class, let's have a toast
Fuck that culture war shit and fuck that shit you know

Fuck your thinking, I hope my words gon' hit they target (hit they target)
Do I got to speak clearly? Do I got to speak in argot? Aye (does he, does he?)
Unironed shirt today, cause clearly, ah, I pop it (pop it, pop it)
If the key was in your hands, then how would you unlock it?
Napkin in that suit pocket, it's a thing most of us cannot relate
Only if for weddings if we lucky, so that's why I've been saying

Can you feel the rain?
Putting in that pain
Tears rolling down the face, there's no place to drain
People getting caught in bullshit, while they just gon' laugh it off
Telling us that we're slacking, but they the ones really slacking off
Some days getting colder and some days getting hotter
But they still paying their way to keep us eating at that fodder
These politicians abandon principles so they can hatch on bullshit
Hoarding up that wealth, Jesus gon' catch 'em at that pulpit
Middle fingers up, middle fingers up to a lobbyist
Plane been going down since Citizens United
Come on kids, say it with me, put your hands together
Chuck Schumer need to get his old ass out that Congress

For every blue-collar Democrat, we will lose in Western PA
We will pick up two, three, uh
Moderate Republicans in the suburbs of Philadelphia
And you can repeat that in Ohio, and Illinois, and Wisconsin, uh
The voters who are most out there figuring out what to do are not the blue-collar

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