FRENCH FRIES ft. Shnato

AGITATED

Prod. By 777 TONES

[1985]

jealous of attention you giving because you missing him
maybe it's not you missing him maybe it's just the feelings and 
wishing you could go back in time before the carpet's pulled
wishing you had listen to self when the shit was screaming bull

I paid in full
pitiful to say the least 
I had my ups and downs with a different Brown in my later teens
had me suicidal like spirit I smell in skinny jeans
I put the drugs down so I guess you could say my jeans are clean 

pockets fatter than Peter G
got this bread and cheese
but only in the dreams I was chasing when it was you and me
now you say it's you and him
who again?
that hooligan from Michigan who's pissing in the lakes you'll never see me jump into again

cuz
I guess the two of you were fucking back at school and when I heard the news I knew we never would be cool again
saying that you changed but I don't see the fucking difference like solutions to division that I'll never have to prove again

[SHNATO]

I’m daydreaming in my head all the time
Can I
Can I use yo fucking phone I think mine died
I just
I just wanna call my peeps
Cuz I’m wasted
Wasted on this henny 
Nigga can I get some patience 
My confidence is sky high 
When I’m drinking on that high life
The champagne of beers
Man These niggas call me old head
I go sleep
Man go to bed
Man who tf gone fuck with me
Niggas don’t know best of me
Can’t read me like a recipe
Fall back like a quarter back
When he see an open pass
I’ll call back when I think you
Calmed down with all that sass
And I’m going fishing
And I’m looking for some bass
Relax
I’m just tryna get back on my feet
And focus on myself
And music 
and my friends who really care for me
And I just wanna let you know 
That we are on the road 
To victory
Yea we taking slow steps
But the reason why do that
To grow a real fanbase 
We ain’t fucking with them fake rats
Anyways I see myself 
crawling back to old ways
Like Drinking heavy
Like whiskey and lokos on a Sunday 
Like I need take a break
And sit down conversate 
With my niggas
Cuz you know one day
Some shit don’t ever stay





Like thanos and his evil men
Like who tf gone fuck with them
Maybe flaccid basket

WASTED

Prod. By: unknown

[SHNATO]

Rain falls
Then the flowers blooms
Looking out the window 
Staring at the full moon
The wolves coming out
And they howling 
Howling for the rest of the fam to form and
Migrate
The seasons coming to an end
Here in sc the weather changes 
Likes diaper when the baby keeps shittin
It’s muh fuckin draws
Every second every hour of the day like
Gasoline 
I hope you get the fucking memo
If you don’t then your fucking dumb like Nemo
I take that back 
Then your fucking dumb like Dory
Ellen degeneres 
That bitch isn’t generous
Only gifts celebs
Not even her employees 
That’s off topic 
Man I do digress 
Don’t smack my ass nigga
I guarantee I’ll press
Charges
On yo fucking ass 
Like bees in a garden
Not a flower boy reference 
Everything’s not a diss
You stupid fucking peasants
I’m broke myself
Well I’m working now
I got two jobs
I’m grinding and I’m hustling 
Everyday I’m hustling
I gotta sacrifice a lot shit 
In today’s age
Gotta focus on myself 
Bitches in they old ways
Acting like 12 year olds
It’s hard to find a women
I don’t have a tinder and I don’t have a bumble
Cuz I don’t like to mingle on those 
stupid muh fucking apps
If you have one then your
Not used to being alone
Go out and find a real one
She’s chilling out home
Or he’s chilling at home
A message to my girl and boy fans

FULL MOON

LAID BACK

Prod. By: DOWNHILL

[1985]

Getting older and wising up seeming bolder
But I notice my emotions and lately they getting colder
Snow is on my mind just in time for the winter coaster
Riding quickly through the city with wind that it likes bolster

The kid who had a dream, flying higher than any soldier
the me who had a thing for burning shit like I’m a toaster
Used to want some head a lot and spend my time with friends
But nowadays I’m all alone when I really needed a shoulder

I was a kid at 18, still a kid at age of 20
1 is coming pretty soon and I know I’ll feel the same way
If that’s the case, I’ll bust a couple lips and take a couple trips while landing tricks I flip
And it still would be the same day

when you gon mature
to be honest I'm not sure
cuz this life shit was fun at first but now it's just chore
this shit boring, since I'm black all my fun is considered marginal, see
Growing old is mandatory
Growing up is optional

flow so cold I’m making it snow in Georgia
Tipping on Olympus
I’m higher than Zeus shoulder
Brash bold black boys rolling up Pure Dakota
While we got white nigga producing and drinking soda
 
off track so I snap back on this train bruh
sit inside caboose got the locomotive all banged out
steam pressed jeans on my waist seam is a 32
rolled up cuffs like the pigs busting in hangouts
fangs out bitch, I'm on my cobra Kai shit
I'm striking like a fucking viper in Europe on tour with 64
7 other niggas on bus and we go exploring 
the portion of countries we're given to piss some fucking kids off

O LIMP PISS

LITTLE DIPPER

[1985]

I’m anxious
The place I love has grown to become ancient
This shit is like Petra, it’s fucking vacant
The last time I been here I remember going ape shit
Because my little sister kept saying I was gay bitch

I bet those just delusions
Conclusions came quicker than Kevin Hart nutting inside yellow tube baster
20 and I’m ticking I feel like window’s eating my time
Like 35 year olds who really wanna have a baby

But maybe if I had a chance to go inside 
I would find a new person living in my old bedroom
Talk to em a bit see if he has any lead spoons
To gut his eyes out and pass em down as some heirlooms

Haven’t had nobody talk to me like they don’t know me yet
I’m waiting for the day he can talk to me out the side of necks
That’ll be the day me
I’ll stab in that place and ask my mom to take a picture and stuff the head the cabinet
To feast on later that’s my after class snack
But packing it inside my bag proving harder than stone cold facts

Give me the rock, we can smash his fucking face in
So now I got a makeshift bowl with mashed brains and
Couple things floating inside the cavity
I bet my friends’ll hate me for my self impose depravity
Came to school went to lunch with friends and a couple fools

The fuck you eating

I got a new flavor of Cammy chunky soup

MASHED

Prod. By 777 TONES

[1985]

Wheels spinning on this cruiser
I hate the bruises I get when attempting tricks on a board and then looking like a loser
Posing up near a poster before I take off 
Swerving though the traffic that half of em haven’t paid off

Call Shnato, hit em up
Ask him if he wants to skate
Tell em it’s the shit in a couple years we’ll appreciate
We’re only in our 20s, growing, gotta suck it up 
But in the meantime, let’s just pretend that we don’t give a fuck

We can play in this traffic and cause some accidents
Or piss a couple off cuz they practice religious sacraments
Tell the older maggots I worship an apparatus that actually isn’t set up cuz none their shit is accurate

And when the public opinion begins to smack it up
I’ll let em they right and our parents should’ve just wrapped it up
Hated my existence for 20 years and you missed it
That ignorance was some blistex applied to the blackest chapped lips

I’m a hateful motherfucker but I know that I don’t show it
Cuz the hate that I’m misguiding tends to land upon myself
And when it hits that I’m unwell I try to take what I’ve been learning turn that shit to something else  
Before my head becomes my hell 

I

Hit a dry spell with these lyrics 
Had a couple trips off the shrooms just clear it
A lot interference from the problems you don’t hear about
Because the head is cloudy from the storms I’m tryna figure out

My heads hurting when I try to think about it
So if I wanna skate, please don’t stop me
I’ve been out here popping ollies in hopes that I clear my mind but I know that i would be lying if dying wasn’t my fantasy


[SHNATO]

30 inches rims on my dream car
Sike nigga I ain’t that fucking ghetto 
But I’m from the south and we ball
Hard to the core 
we don’t even to seem try hard 
to impress these other niggas
That We run into you know
I wonder if it’s style or the way we talk
Or the way we walk mannnn
You know I’ll never fucking know
And It never fucking snows 
from the only place that we from
Underground music
But we have our own taste
Keep talking all that shit
But next time use the toothpaste
You can try to beef with us
But nigga but we do run fades
Speaking of fades
I got a new cut
Feel amazed
Then I hit the blunt then do a kick flip
And say wassup
Then I sober up the next day Man 
can you comprehend 
I swear to god man these niggas
plain as fucking sand

CRUISER

PROD. BY 777 TONES

~LYRICS~

[1985]

this is to skate to 
A collection of a couple songs your skater friends can break to
This the shit you listen to when you get pissed off
Get too busy, lift off
Take a trip in this ship to get a buzz and zip off

Ask FLACCID BASKET to relax you
my nigga Shnato bean can make you laugh past your curfew
I don’t want to hurt you but your laughter got me fucked up since the glass flew
Dragging you like big black nutsack through the gas fumes
This the type of shit i hope little niggas look back to
The start to something new a few dope dudes like to rap to 
Eat a Big Mac for daily dose of radical spatula juice to make me faster than your dad since he's been after me

after us
there is no fuss 
don't discuss the dangerous
strangest painting of the entertainer
based on a gangerous 
guts sitting in my car glove box in a Mason jar
told your dad that you went fishing so he would think you went far

[SHNATO]

Lift off
It’s a blessing
No more simpin
No more stressin
Get the message
Ima leave and wish you was
Attracted to the different 
Sounds of music 
Can you hear this beat
Can you hear the chords 
tingle from your motha fuckin feet
Can you get a sense of 
Happiness 
running through Your veins can you feel your 
Brain tingle with the ideas
And you go insane
And peopleStart to think 
you sound like Kanye
In a way
Going cray
what I like to do
In the open day
Is just skate and 
Tune in
I just feel so blue and
I don’t even keep up
With the news 
In the evening 
Plz nigga 
All I do Is smoke
All the trees and
Think to my on thoughts
Because I’m bleeding
And I’m hardly reaching
For the end of the tunnel
Cuz I’m trapped in the middle 
And I wanna stay for awhile 
But I’m just happy
That I’m living and still breathing 
Cuz I love all of earth
And wanna treat it
With all my love 
And affection 
But you can’t see it
Even if I showed you how 
I loved you won’t believe it
So I just keep to myself
Cuz my friends and music’s all I got
All the pain and the suffering 
That I had I learn to live without 
Thé regrets i that have wandering 
In my fucking head
Now I go to sleep
Now I go to bed

LIFT OFF

PROD. BY: PRODBYNICK

[1985]

East coast forever
Hate this fucking state because I can’t control the weather
Clever boy measured up the pressure for his pleasure
Hit the gas pipe now I’m higher than the Zephyr
Whatever

Hit me up whenever
Call me on my phone like “hello”
Ask if we can shake like jello
Rather go and skate though
Blow high before you roll rillos 
Hallucinate the sky like schizo 

Everything is golden like old piss in a catheter
Old drop bimmer I leisure down in back of her
Fuck the cops are after us 
Scatter before they catching us
Tactical black assassins is chasing us like an activist
Mad that i said “faggot” but quickly withdraw my words
But I leave my songs up to show I’m growing from my nastiness
(Slight)
Lead a few sheep to the cliff of the burbs
Cuz I like to say shit to get a half assed reaction

RIDE

Prod. By 777 TONES

[SHNATO]

Cookie crumbs in my hand
And listening to nirvana
While I’m playing rocket league 
With my niggas in Ghana 
Yea my niggas African 
Yea we don’t give af
And if I did
You would’ve seen my face shifted
From a nice guy
To guy who’s gonna bash your head
With a big long bat
And trust me 
When I say I don’t miss
And no nigga ion kiss
No ones ass for no bitch
Here take my number
And give me a call
When you feel you wanna rap
About everything that you been through 
And Trust when I say 
That your making a good decision 
You can let your anger out
With a pencil and a paper 
And you’ll be amazed
By the shit 
That you can do
Man I know I sound silly
Man I know I sound cruel
If you listen to my words
Then you would know That I’m cool
I be tryna get my mind right
In a spic of the time
Niggas say they quit smoking
Nigga quit fucking lying
Ima stay in my lane
Cuz I hate getting blamed
For every little thing
That I tend to do
I’m insane
So ima pass to my nigga
85 for a change
That nigga spit straight bars
Fucking Straight from the brain

[1985]

Another day in paradise
Sippy cup with a silly straw and some ice cream
I scream
He screams
She screams
“Who the fuck is that”
It’s Retrograde and Shnato hanging at your mother fucking window
We came from dreams you had about skipping town
Because dad’s getting pissed that you’re fucking the class clown (fucking idiot)

Bow down and worship us until the next song comes
along
pissed off because we keep getting shit on
the bottom of my shoe just a clue I mean you
keep on stepping on these snollygoster sloppy toppy nollie popping copper cotton picking idiotic 
off the chain my nigga
Hobble knockers, we don't give a fuck about the off the toppers 

we rapping improper and you can't stop us
Shnato85 is the best duo, come top us
no I’ll never make a hitter like Colossus 
but honestly I already got you niggas on hospice

HERB 2

prod. by Caveman

[VERSE ALTERNATES BETWEEN 1985 and SHNATO]

[1985]

Im a silly guy who tried committing suicide 
On a Monday night because they had me working overtime
It was me and this knife to my wrist with a dick clip pistol to the temple of this little guy’s eye
On the run cuz my gunshot killed a bombast bitch in the back of the factory
I don’t really care if the ass that I’m biting’s coming back to me
Beat my meat, they charging me with battery
On Saturday

[SHNATO] 

Migraine forming in my head 
I can’t stop it
The sunlight is what I need
So ima just stalk em
And the ima look
Look up at the end of the road
Is that my fucking home
Well if so I will pack up and go
But then I won’t 
Even try Remember your name 
Your a fucking lost cause
All up in my brain
And it makes me insane
But I just stay in my lane
I stopped rebuilding bonds
Like the ones I didn’t break

[1985]

heard the cops were after me and after thoughts been happening 
past is coming back and haunting shit like apparitions
cooking kittens in the kitchen and they sitting looking pussy
like a tom with no permission using vision as a cushion 
hiding in the nooks and the crannies of the granny ass
is my darker side, I call him stained glass panties and 
Silly is his trait, I don't think that he can live without it
Going straight to hell but we cannot give a fuck about it

[SHNATO] 

Hold up nigga
You gotta smart mouth
Don’t make pull the trigger
Not really with the guns
But I will fight a nigga
Especially if a nigga try to bring up name
A name that I love and they use it in shame
Don’t get me wrong
And Don’t take my kindness for weakness
I gotta demon inside
That really wants unleashed 
And best believe 
That you will see a new side of me

[1985]

he's getting kinda close
I can feel it in the bones that I'm holding in my hand
I'm using them to beat the drums
drummer boy G
RetroGrade marching to his fucking death all because this stupid FUCK, he left some crumbs
this murder shit is fun 
I really contemplated suicide because the dicks at work are only thinking one
but now it's homicide that I'm committing on the side
tell investigator scrotum face I'm coming for his life

[SHNATO]

Stressed for no reason
Cuz I wanna give a bunch of gifts 
Just for this season
Why tf I’m always in this stage of my life
Like a never moved a level
Can I please have a nice
Life
And I wanna bottle of sprite 
Or fucking large coke
Just leave out the ice
Ima simple fucking guy 
But I have really big dreams
And I wanna see them all
Can I please have it please


[1985]

born and raised different 
everyone made gifted
blessing or a curse
sometimes in reverse like the days shifted

grew up section 8 house living
that shit was prison
I was only 5, I couldn't tell you the fucking difference
the bigger picture I can see for myself
is only after Polaroids sit in sinks and develop
I've had to get the fuck up and dust my shoulders off
and keep on trekking, searching through the stars to find my meaning
peace you feel me?

NIGHT SESH

RAMBLE

prod. TONES

(LYRICS) {1985}
I can’t get you out my fucking dreams
stay awake at night, i lay there to escape my slights
but often it’s a different type
riding round in sentra late at night to clear my mind
but ain’t no clearer than my sight
off this 20/20 on a hunnid feeling fifty fights inside my head 
the biggest one is nigga tryna take his life
feels like it’d be pretty nice i guess since he don tried it twice
ball been tossed, the lines are crossed he figured it’s the final strike his final swipe don been declined

we talk it out to help him see the sky’s the limit 
only in his mind but there’s those times you losing sight 
of where the stars are shining bright 
and that light you see, it’s started dimming
tank is running low, you ain’t got no fucking passion in it


i know you found it hard to talk about your angst and grief
like momma i don’t want to breathe
but leave it to your mother help you see the other side of things
told me that i’m blooming but the grass don’t always keep its green
but give it time and patience and you see it coming back to life
pushing through the pain and strife
cuz what’s the point of living if you’ll never have to sacrifice
paints for you that bigger picture
one you tried to hide behind
the one that stalks you when you’re out there having fun you know it’s time to wrap it up
it’s coming for you quickly 
like some rapid gun
this fire in my heart
got it started with a match 
that i found in my front yard 
from those times we burned shit up because our boredom trumped it all
and i ain’t really feel like growing up
determined that i’d stay the same

but look and see how much i changed
nothing ever stays the same
nothing ever stays the same
no.

and i guess that’s why we’ve got these feelings 
lessons learned from old mistakes and searching first for growth through healing

keep the damage from my circus to a minimum
i don’t talk about it like a movie in a cinema 
insidious, i sentence him eternity inside this prison
that is till death decides to do it’s part through separation

but until then i’ll just hold him off from escalation
got him locked up 
threw the key to corner of the basement
but i’ve been wondering if i’m committing violations
just because i’ve started hating how i’m spending isolation

im wishing this wasn’t a fight to reach my restoration 
been a slave so long you’d think i’d ask for reparations
but i’m not crossing fingers 
instead i’ll throw some effort in it 
peppered with some vigor and my drive to put the passion in it

LOWS

Prod. by 1985

as you can see 
there ain’t a whole lot of green
so what the fuck am i do when i run outta my things
i’m seeing red
angry ain’t the word to match feeling of me fumbling a bag some shit i never foreseen

so where she go?
guess as good as mine cuz i don’t know
but if i find her, imma split my fucking stomach so
we can reach the end of discussion
while she looking at me fucking disgusted
probably should’ve gave her warning for i spilled my guts and

i don’t think she been picking up what i’m throwing down
but how would she be able to if she refuse to come around
lately i’ve been feeling like a descendent of a fucking clown
all i’m missing is the red nose and that lil squeaky sound

guess the days of old, imma have to lay to rest
said it best when i was stressed
the past is the past and my options having less
of a percentage to progress my investment 
in the mess that has been left man i’m a wreck

i’m a wreck 
train don hit my trailer with precision and it’s killing all the drive that i had when we were children
when i’m looking to the rear and i see the view of ceilings
i remember what it’s like to be a nigger with a vision

all i do is switch lanes
i find no point in staying just the same
and if i did then that’s some shit i’ll change
but if i don’t, i want somebody come and run me off this road
show me how to be my bolder version

show me how to be that bigger person
because the anger under surface is the hurt displayed on picture perfect 
i hope in time i finish searching for a different purpose
versus finding solace in the stupid shit i shouldn’t purchase 

that’s some shit i wrote for tape over a year ago
i ain’t realize that the fishing pole was fucking broke
and now i’ve been so fucking lonely but i do this dance to keep ‘em on they toes so they don’t see me when my tides are low

it’s only when my mind decides to smoke
i see my vision blurry, clearer when my high is blown
thoughts on silent flows and discontent within my soul
and every life decision fall in place like they was dominos

the form of my redemption is putting away my penance by writing it with a pen in a form of a petty sentence
i was sorta blind but i’m owning up to the hinderance blocking the view of natural descent 
i was pretending shit was
FINE
mistakes were made ahead of time

now that i can see, i was immature in some instance and
maybe shoulda dialed the child backwards into the crevices
i wish i could forget it
i miss it but
it’s whatever 
it’s FINE

i remember when i first saw you
had so many thoughts that would crawl up along on the wall
you, had me tying knots in my stomach like you was raw food
didn’t think you’d like me but fuck it i took chance
shots i didn’t take led to this moment and now i want you
heart began to dance, it only took just thought of you
had to ask my friends if you cool, like “who are you?”
you were looking just like somebody i wanna talk to

FRAGMENT

RACECAR

INTRO

OUTRO

NEW DAY, DON'T BOTHER

DISTRACTIONS FROM REALITY

NO PRESSURE

NO RAIN

STALE

IMPULSIVITY

REMEMBER WHEN

SWERVING

PTSD

CHOKEHOLD

So we kinda just wrote this song the night before dropping it. Weird. probably sounds shitty, all I can say is we fucking know. just vibe, fuckhead.


beats for GULAG prod. by comma dee
beats for HEATSTROKE prod. by brayden potts.


<Lyrics>

(Shnato)

I Sit back and relax 
Enjoy the weather 
Eating good Raman
And eating out heather
I paint a picture when it’s all white
It’s to dull where the brush
I’m leaving man I’ll be back
When I catch a flight
You’s a dyke 
I ride a bike 
To the station 
Where they have gas 
The owner probably a Haitian
Back the fuck up 
You don’t even know me man
If I see your grandma
Ima hit her with a mini van
Spider man, spider can
Man what’s the plan
Tryna make in this world
The best way I can
With or without you just fucking pick one
It’s that’s simple
If not then I guess we’re fucking done
You spic bitch
Walking out all fast
I held the door for you hoe
You better show some ass
Not now but...
Uh Maybe after class
Girl you kinda bad
I wanna sit and laugh
Ill tell my boys
Ur ass was fire
But the head was trash
Look me in the eyes
And tell I’m your fucking dad
I’ll drive the kids to school slow 
But lowkey kinda fast
I’m sorry that I’m in a rush to go fishing
Not for girls, but real fish and skinny dippin
Wishin that boys were fucking here 
And not simpin 
They’re probably eating ass 
For breakfast in the fucking kitchen 
Drop it high or drop it low
Bounce it right for simps at home
It’s bout to sleet, and about to rain
Wish we could feature lil Wayne 
You ugly you stupid hoe
You look like a fucking wendigo 
And it’s about to snow
Hold up...
Where the fuck my wallet go
Somebody better let me know
While I smoke my weed
And Sniff some blow

<Transition To Heatstroke>

(1985)

I fucking missed when I was able to write 
shit was gratifying just to rhyme a couple words
satisfying and the diss from Eric Fisherman clearly causing some dissonance
cognitive, something that trump probably caught up with

whether or not you're with with this
I guess it just depends if
it's raining or snowing or the sun is beaming and glowing

UMMMMM

Heat stroke, my dad poked my mom's vag
here I am today feeling fucking rad
like Rad Brad when he took that bitch Molly away from my ass

you probably heard DPH and thought I was crazy
Amazingly it's the vacancy of my brain 
creatively crafting verses like my name's Daedalus
shits insane to me
metaphors scream painfully!
personification ladies and gentlemen


quarantine got me screwed 
my brain's been going nuts
and bolts in all directions when I 
learned this lesson
never sit yourself out in sun let that heat stroke you
jerk you off until your cousin's cussing cuz she's cumming too

and when you feel like you'll never really recover from the pain your grand ol father caused you
when he slammed you on the couch remember

there's dozens of us out here, we're flaccid basket
bunch of basket cases, mental health fucking matters you agitator.

GULAG // HEATSTROKE

Basically just a song about being on acid. Fun stuff. Enjoy,

FLACCID BASKET

prod. by: rdl,  illjaylaurent.

EGO DEATH

GHOSTED ft. Shnato

FUCK FLACCID BASKET

hagglefraggle. 

SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK THEY LAUGHING

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