I love you all.
For those of you left behind,
I told you.

Enjoy, as always
- Fukkit (Alex)

Is This Beauty?

ENGINEERED: HMYE
[Rec. @ Bino Studios]

Lyrics:

HER PUSSY 4 MY EYES ONLY LIKE J COLE BOOTS LIKE A SOULJA I SHOOT WIT A DRACO FUCK YOU MEAN MURDER YO CLIQUE THEN ITS CASE CLOSE I PULL TOP DOWN HEAD SHOT BANKROLL/  NIGGA DONT WANT IT JUST LOOK AT HIS WALLET THEY SAY THEY GOT LOGIC HAVE YET TO INSTALL IT I DAMAGE YO REP AINT NO TRUMP IN THE OFFICE HE TALKIN HE SQUASH IT HER PUSSY DEMOLISHED/ 

BITCH I GET BUSY WHILE PUFFIN ON DANK/ SCENE GETTIN LIL UGLY MANE SHOOTIN TANKS/ LEAVE IT TO FUKKIT I JUST KICKED THE BUCKET HE WANNA COME CHILL SO IN PUBLIC HE HANG/ MIDNIGHT MY SIGHT SO I CAN'T SEE A THING BITCH YOU TALKING LIKE ME CAUSE YOU WANNA LIL FAME EVERY TIME THAT I DO THIS IT'S WORSE FOR YOUR PLAYS IMMA MENACE LIKE DENNIS MY DICK THE NEW CRAZE/ YOU A PUSSY LIL NIGGA THAT'S WHY YOU GET FUCKED KEEP ON ACTIN SO STUPID IT WONT GET YOU TOUGH BITCH IM SMOKIN ON CLOVER DONT BELIEVE IN LUCK AND U STILL WANNA WIFEY THAT CHICKEN GET PLUCKED/ MAN THIS SHIT GETTIN WAY TOO EASY FOR ME ION CARE BOUT THESE NIGGAS THEY EASY TO BEAT MATTER FACT MOST MY ENEMIES MORE THAN ASLEEP I AIN'T SLEEP IN A DECADE AND STILL IMMA DREAM/ 

BALL SO HARD NIGGA IM DEAD INSIDE YOU CANNOT FEEL MY HEART/ SEE THESE PUSSY ASS NIGGAS YOU LOVIN FOR WHO THEY TRULY ARE/ AND THIS NIGGA WANT DANCE SO U KNOW IM GON PULL UP STOMP THE YARD/ HAHAAHAHAHAHA

GOLD IN YO MOUTH BUT YOU KNOW THAT'S JUS PISS/ DIAMONDS LIKE MICHEAL THEY JUMP LIKE A FISH/ SCALE BY THE LIGHTBULB I SERVE HIM UP SKIMP HIT A LICK MAKE A BRICK BUY A BRICK THEN I SHIP/ FLOAT LIKE A BUTTERFLY STING LIKE A BEE DODGIN ALL THESE COMMENTS TRYNNA BOX ME ALI U A PUSSY NIGGA SUCK MY DICK FOR A FEAT AND I GUARANTEE YOU'D PROLLY DO IT FOR TWEETS/

THE GAME IS OVER [PROD. Y$57] (Lyrics In Description)

ENGINEERED BY: RARE AKUMA

SINGLE OFF "IS THIS BEAUTY?"

SECOND OFFICIAL PROJECT, FIRST ONE OF 2017

SEE U SOON >:)

WITH LOVE

- THE FUKKSTER

Lyrics:

PULL UP THEY KNO ME ITS YOUNG COLLEGE DROPOUT IM HARD MY DICK POP OUT YO FACE IM GON STOMP OUT I DANCE ON YO BODY I SHOOT WHILE THE COP OUT IM HIGH BOUT TO LOG OUT SHE PULLIN MY COCK OUT/ RAPPING MY JOB BUT I STILL AINT DID INTERVIEWS SHE WANT ME FUCKIN HER SLOW LIKE AN INTERLUDE LIVING WIT SORROWS THAT'S DEEPER THAN SWIMMING POOL BODY HIS BITCH AND LEAVE HER IN THE LIVING ROOM/ GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY WAY/ ALL YOU NIGGAS IS BASIC Y'ALL HEAR ME OKAY?/
IMMA BEAT THE WHOLE FUCK OUT YA FACE, PISS ON YO GRAVE, LOOKIN AT YOU ITS A SHAME/ EVERYBODY WHO POPPIN TALK SHIT ON MY NAME I DONT NEED NO CONNECTIONS AND STILL I GET FACE AINT NO SIGNAL IN HERE WTF IS U SAYING NO CONTROLLIN ME NIGGA CAUSE I DO NOT PLAY/

G.T.F.O.M.W. [PROD. CRESYLIC]

MIXED BY CHRIS VAYLE

lyrics:

MIAMI SMOOTH CRIMINAL/
IN YO LIVING ROOM/
EXCELLENCE LIVING PROOF/ 
NOT AS SIMP AS YOU/
LEAVE IT THEN LET IT GO/
I WONT LET YOU KNOW/ 
BACK IT UP BEND IT SLOW/
TOUCH YO TIPPY TOE/ 
I AINT ON FEELING LOW/
SO I BREATHE IN SMOKE/
VIBRATE OFF CHEMICALS, WATCH HER PLEASURE GROW/ 
INGEST THE EDIBLE, IM EXCESSIVE SO
LEAVE ME THEN LEMME KNOW, GO HEAD LET IT SHOW/

I AINT VIBING THO, WHY THEY LYIN THO, I CAN SEE FROM BEHIND YO DISGUISING BRO/ CREEPING SLOWLY BECOMING THE GIANT THO/ WHEN I DIE IN A FLAME LIKE A PHOENIX/ THEY GON WONDER WHY THEY AINT BELIEVE ME/ ON A APPLE MIGHT MAKE IT TO FIJI/ BITCH YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS WHY YOU TWEAKING JUST STAPLED MY NAME ON THE GAME CAUSE ITS EASY/
OKAY YOU JUST MOTIVATE ME I AINT SEEN OPP-ONENTS LATELY YOUTUBE CASH DATS MOTIVATEME DONT CARE WHERE U TRY GO PLACE ME/ I BEEN EYEIN ON OCCASION CAUSE MY CADENCE IS RELATED THEY GON SAY IT THEY GON SAY IT BITCH DONT SAY IT IM NOT FAMOUS/ 

I AINT ON THAT SO NO, YOU CANT STATE IT/

BREAKING MY NEXT VICTIM, ON THE PAVEMENT/

TIME AFTER TIME I CANNOT OVERSTATE IT MY PATIENCE IS WEIGHING ME DOWN SPAWN OF SATAN AROUND ALL THIS DAMAGE I FEEL FROM THE SPROUT OF MY ROOT TO THIS HELL OF AN EARTH IM ENGRAVED IN/ THEY LEAVE IT TO ME CAUSE IM USED TO THE HATRED NOT TRYING BE GREATEST IM PAST THAT IM SAYING/ 

FLAME, BORN IN THE FIRE I LIVE THERE TODAY/ THAT AINT A THING YOU CAN CALL OUT SO NAY/ CELLS ARE INSIDE ME THAT BREED ALL THE RAGE WHEN THEY CARRY THIS BURDEN THEY WILL BE STRAINED/

3RD EYE ON ME ITS THE HEAD OF MY DICK/

3RD(I) [Prod. Y$57]

Lyrics:

Take the top off let it breathe/
Underwater cell mitosis at sea was the birth of the prodigy (me)/

Evolution theme so now they think im a geek hit the blunt just to show you im one with the leaves, fade away like the vapor from mist in the breeze/
imma do it for nothing and show'em it's easy they pray to a god whom i do not believe in/

i put out hits by the minute/
i do not see none you in this/
my dick is so long its no limit im taking the phone playing sims speaking gibberish/
and they bend on my dick so im finna spoon,
all these faggot ass rappers yall listen to,
bout to play by the rules with the draco i fly off a stick ride my wood shooting with a broom/

balling they think, head is so big might end up in a shrink/
i wash my dick right up over the sink, after i smash like im link, put the white painting in pink/

im all over the coast, millions coming i boast im afraid there aint shit for you bro i said leave it to me, now they wan' see me deceased, mob all around me,
capiche? 

we come and we move in a mob

move in a mob, we the mafia
midnight the mafia midnight the mafia

BOOTLEG (PROD. Y$57)

Intro//Drums by me//excerpt from "Through The Filter: Red & Blue" by me//
excerpt:
An early conviction,
Which has left me bound, tied by strings and held down, unable to see the falsehood in intangible solids
Reminds me of the walls that surround a prisoner,
His vision accustomed to viewing the world from inside barred windows through cold steel doors
Never remembering the intense beauty of a sunset, or getting to feel it’s loving and nurturing warmth softly kiss the skin
A fiery-red, through a filter which has so effectively captured harshness, hatred, and rage
Fills his corneas and sit ever so lightly above a revealing color coating
Still burning, stinging the sights of anything he lays eyes on, until his eyes run
And now soft tears,
In an ocean-like blue, with such depth that shallow ends seem to be non-existent
Through a filter that was there with him for every betrayal, every moment of extreme paranoia, and virtually every unfortunate tragedy
If only he could show them behind the grayness which casts a shadow above the chin and below the forehead,
If only he can remember those times as a kid he had had with his mother, running and playing in the fields as an adolescent, laughing in a childish excitement which still echoes softly when she dreams of their old memories
If only he could remember what it is was all like before living through the filter

SUCH LOVELY DISSONANCE (INTRO)

CLOCKWORK INTERLUDE (PROD. AMVLUVSYOU)

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