Let Me Talk

Flatline -Been There Done That

Fuck what they say ima flex
Top D.O.A Im the best
I'm  something you don't wanna see 
Like ____

In Reverse (feat. Sunnie B)

Words/Music: Alan Yang
Arrangement: Repeatedive
Recording: 顏伯晏
Mixing/Mastering: Taku Lin 
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Guitar/Vocals: Alan Yang
Bass: Larry Chen
Drums: Baron Jan
Troubled Signs
Punchy lines
No one knew he had resigned
Table wine
on Valentines
Let's put it all behind
doo doo doo

Dead Plan

THIS IS AN EP FROM UPCOMING ARTIST JON WHITE AND SYTE.

I NOTICED [Prod. Xtravulous x WhyLoner]

BIG MAD! [PROD. TREETIME]

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-LYRICS BELOW-
Flow wit me :)


-LYRICS-
I be in da clubs blowin my cash, too fast 
Who dat? Damn, look her ass, too fat
Blew back, up in V.I.P that’s how we do dat 
Do dat, We can’t trust none but we knew dat 

(Verse)
I want all da smoke, bring da smoke
It get blew black
Yea i went to hell, met the devil,
We blew two sacks 
Weed sticky burn slow Yo weed dry 
Burn too fast
Lackin put da barrel on yo teeth
Like some new plaque
I tell you what to do and yo gone do it 
Im yo new dad
Niggas wanna be me they can’t be
Too bad
Spend a hunnid thousand in a day
Get two back 
Grab a pound a weed, next week 
Need a new batch 
Bragging that you left us in hood 
Why is you back? 
I put my money in a Duffy bag
Pockets too fat.
Benjis on yo head pop a tag, do, da dash 
“Uuuughhhhhhh” why da fuck i do dat
Do dat, bitch bad shoot, imma shoot back
I be wit da shits, thick and thin
i been through that
Yo bitch wanna fuck, 
my bitch say do that,
My bitch say do that 

(Hook)
I be in da clubs blowin my cash, too fast 
Who dat? Damn, look her ass, too fat
Blew back, up in V.I.P that’s how we do dat 
Do dat, We can’t trust none but we knew dat 

(Verse 2)
Got some dank, smelling like it came,
out da tank 
Niggas lame, they don’t really bang 
got no rank 
Ignore da hoes, only want yo bank
Oh, and ummm
And they they Pussy stank
Hood insane yea dey want yo chain
smoke you like a strain
You a stain look the 40 Aimed 
right up at yo brain
Gettin money yea dats everyday
and it will not change
If i get signed bet it be wayne
cause i spit propane
Been through hell Yea i got some pain
Runnin through my veins
Take a L but i never fail
out here dodging cells
For my family i will go to hell,
where the devil dwells
Pass a message to his personal
that my soul for sell
Y’all say rap is dead well, 
I’m here to revive it
I be spitting hot gas
and the booth is my igniter
If im going to a cypher
I gotta wear me a diaper 
I’m eating these other rappers 
They run through me just like fiber

(Hook)
I be in da clubs blowin my cash, too fast 
Who dat? Damn, look her ass, too fat
Blew back, up in V.I.P, that’s how we do dat 
Do dat, We can’t trust none but we knew dat 

Verse 3
Complacent with how with you livin
Yo vision only see ceilings
My vision seeing the stars  
I know I don’t really have limits
This beat is real hard,
but it hit harder wit my lyrics
Like i ate a can of spinach
fuck rappin for the attention
battle me it’s a demolition 
demolish competition 
Disrespect me you go missin
search party have to go diggin  
Never spend a day in prison
Ripping the mic with this wicked written ambition
I say im not a rapper, I’m a musician. 
You catching feelings imma disappear like a magician 
Where you going “bitch I’m grown” I don’t need yo permission
They tryna put us brothas in prison off bullshits convictions 
These malicious Christians got me suspicious about religion
How yo pastor makin commission off Jesus crucifixion 
Fuck that scripture my descendants Egyptians 
If you decrypt the inscription that we call hieroglyphics 
you will be in confliction on weather its real or fiction

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