Manlikefdot - MTG PANCADA RITMADO ~ (SLOWED + REVERB) [BRAZILIAN PHONK]

mixed by chris vayle 
sorry

lyrics:
all y'all needa leave me lone,
I can't speak no more/
spend 2000 on a coat ur mom and dad are broke/ 
Sound cloud rappers need repost, I got that cheap repost/ 
Buy your followers today, tomorrow never know/

NIGGA TAKE THAT MASK OFF YO FACE/
I DONT EVEN NEEDA SPEAK ON THIS WHOLE THANG/ 
MATTER FACT, THEY GON TWEET BOUT THIS HOE NAME/
WATCH YOUR MOUTH, HOW YOU SPEAK  NOT GON HOLD WEIGHT/ 
SAL-SA WHAT I SPREAD, COUNTING UP BENJAMIN, GOT THE GAME HEADLOCKED SO HE TRYNNA GET IT IN/ 
MOST SMART CANDIDATE, MOST Y'ALL CATTLE LAMB, DON'T TRY STEPPING IN THE MOSH WHEN I'M HEADING IN/ FLOW CRACK EGGS HOT AS SUNNY SIDE BENEDICT/ I'M ABOUT TO HIT YOU WIT A HARD SEDATIVE/ SHOTGUN ON ME MIGHT JUST KILL A MAN/ I DONT EVEN NEED A PEN, JUST ADRENALINE/ LIL NEEDLE SHAWTY SIGHING IN THE BED AGAIN/ FIRST PLACE, HIT THE RACE, BACK PEDDLING/ 

DAMAGE CONTROL WHEN I SLAUGHTER YOUR FAN BASE/ FUCK THEY TALKING BOUT MY SHIT IS NEW AGE/ TAKE MY RAGE AND I LEAVE IT AT YO PLACE/
KICK HIS NECK AND HIS SPINE WHILE HIS BITCH SCREAM/ 
I DONT EVEN CARE SHIT BOUT THIS FUCK FACE/
I DONT EVEN GIVE SHIT SO I PUNCH FACE/
BUST MY NUT THEN IM DIPPING, I SLIP IN/
WHITEST COKE ALMOST MATCHES THE LINEN/
POLYSTER ON COTTON LIKE MITTENS/ 
LEAVE MY KIDS IN HER PUSSY HAVE KITTENS/

Airplane Mode (Prod. Clipped)

Raw (Get It In) [Prod. SWIFTNESS2H & DISCENT]

mixed by chris vayle

lyrics:

I GREW UP WITH A SENSE OF MYSELF/
THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND THEM/ 
HOW MY WORDS BOUT TO SLICE'EM SO THIN LIKE THEY TRYNNA CUT WEIGHT ON THEY WAY TO THE GYM/
TRAINING DAY BUT THEY SIT BY THE BENCH/ SPOT A NIGGA SHIT GETTING SUSPENSEFUL/ TEACHING SOMETHING THE MOMENT I TEST YOU ERASE YOUR EXISTENCE JUST USING A PENCIL/
TANGO DOWN CAUSE HE MOVED IN MY RADIUS STOP ALL THAT PLAYING SHIT TURN OFF YO CONSOLE UNPLUG YO PLAYSTATION BITCH/ BY THE WAY THIS IS JUST GETTING STARTED IM OFFA BLUE PILL SO PLUG ME INTO MATRIX TANK/
STILL THEY WANNA SAY DEM IS SIMILAR HEARING YOUR STYLES SOUND OFTLY FAMILIAR/ WHY THEY WANT COPY ME THEN CLAIM ORIGINAL  PROVES THAT THEIR FUCKING DELIRIOUS/ 
AND YO LIL SISTER BI-CURIOUS LAUGH IT OFF QUICK WHILE I LOOK AT YOU SERIOUS/ BITCH I HIT LICKS AND IM CLEARING'EM I AM THE ONE AINT NO OTHER SINCERELY HIM/ 
COVER YOUR FACE LIKE KENNY,
MOST OF THESE RAPPERS JUST FACE LIKE PENNIES/ I GOT A WHITE REDHEAD LIKE WENDY, WHILE MOST OF THESE CLIQUES LIKE ED, EDD, EDDY/ 
I HOLD THE BURNER AND BLAST TIGHT STEADY/ 
RUNNING THE FOREST I FUCKS ON JENNY/
I GOT THE WOP AND 1 EYE ON FETTY,
DONT CARE BOUT THE GUAP OR YOUR IPHONE SILLY/ 
IM CHILLING WITH DEATH LIKE BILLY IM POINTING THE BEAM AINT NO FLASHLIGHT JIMMY/ 
WATCH THESE LIL NIGGAS GET PETTY I PROMISE MY JOB IS TO EMPTY ON PLENTY/

FORMULA BITE MINE HEAVY/
I MAKE SURE HIS BLOODLINE ENDING/
I MAKE SURE MY LIMELIGHT READY FOR QUALITY FILMING THIS PUBLIC BEHEADING/ 

BITCH I CRAWLED UP FROM THAT DIRT NAP WATCH MY HANDS RUB JUST LIKE BIRDMAN I CONTROL THOSE BODIES ERMAC CANT NOBODY STOP ME HEARD THAT/ 
YALL ARE VERMIN,
THAT FANBASE A BURDEN,
THAT I KNOW FOR CERTAIN WET YO BLOCK UP FUCK A BIRDBATH/ 

MAYBE I DONT GIVE A FUCK, BOUT NOBODY BUT MYSELF, MADE TSUNAMIS AND EXCELLED NOW IM LEFT WONDERING LIKE WHAT ELSE?
CARDS THAT I BEEN DEALT,
TOP NOTCH BITCH GOT SKILLS,
FAVORITE RAPPER CANT PAY BAIL,
BUT HE COLD BLOODED CAUSE HE SAY HE GOT SCALES/

Formula (Prod. Phosphate)

REST IN PISS (PROD BY BLVC SVND)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LP2GIahwWDg
Single off 92%, 
an EP exclusively produced by HMYE.


lyrics:

IT’S NO NEED FOR INTRODUCTION/

KEEP THE CONVERSATION SHORT, I CUT IT/

LOCKED BEHIND MISJUDGMENT SINCE A TEEN I KNEW LIFE WAS CORRUPTED/ 

THE SYSTEM,

MY INNER-VISION SEEN ABOVE IT LIKE AN EAGLE EYE MY VIEW ACCUSTOMED TO THE SKIES BELOVED CRIES APPEAR AT NIGHT/

WHEN YOU THINK YOU ONLY ONE NOT SLEEPING YEA THAT SCARY SIGHT/

ANALYSIS PARALYSIS IN MOTION WHEN YOUR TENSIONS RISE/ 

ON YO KNEES TO GOD LAST TIME I SEEN HIM ALMOST TOOK A LIFE/ 

TRY NOT TO DREAM ABOUT IT WHEN IM SLEEPING/THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE, A MESSAGE SENT FROM LONG AGO FROM WHO DONT KNOW/

FOR THOSE THAT CHOOSE TO LISTEN HOLD IT CLOSE AS HOPE TO MAKE IT SO/ 

I WATCHED VIVID THE VISIONS OF VICTIMS VIGILANT VIOLENT MILITANTS FIRE THEIR MISSILES AT POOR PEDESTRIANS/

POOR AS IN DIRT, POVERTY STRICKEN WE FEED THE CHICKEN MORE HORMONE,

ALERT:

CARCINOGENS BREADED RIGHT IN YOUR KITCHEN, 

DESPITE WHAT YOU EARN/ 

I DONT KNOW SHIT BUT I GOT THIS FLOW SO I TAKE WHAT I LEARN/

VOMIT IT BACK RIGHT AT YO DIRECTION REPEAT AND DISPERSE/

THIS A VIABLE CURSE, 

I BLEED IT AND DRY IT TO WORK IM DRIVING DOWN 95 WIT A 9 AND THE FYE IN HER PURSE/ 

GOTTA 9-5 BUT I HATE WHEN I CLOCK INTO WORK/

ALWAYS JUST MINDED MINE SO THE TIME THAT IM LOSING IS HURT/ 

BUT WHEN I WIN I KNOW THESE FUCKERS WONT EVEN THE SCORE THEY ACTING SO ATTACHED LIKE I AINT CLIP THE UMBILICAL CORD COULD RUIN THEY IMAGE AND MORE BUT THEY READY DID IT BEFORE/

WHY FIX WHAT AINT BEEN BROKEN I ALREADY MADE FACE IN THE SOIL/ 

IF YOU GET THE REFERENCE ALONE THEN YOU MADE FOR THIS/

CHOPPA WIT THAT SCOPE AND IM AIMING AT ANY BITCH/ 

WHY SLIDE ON MY COAT CAUSE IM COLDER THAN ANY BITCH YA ON MY BODY I LEAK SMOKE OUT MY THROAT LIKE IM CAVING IN/ ya,

FUKKIT,

TOPIC OF DISCUSSION BUT THEY WHISPER/

I FUCK ON YO SISTER WHILE YOUR FAMILY WATCH AND WHIMPER/

BLOW ME LIKE ITS WINTER MID DECEMBER,

DEATH-WISH ON MY CHEST I BID FAREWELL TO MY CONTENDERS IF THAT TEMPER COME/

107 (Prod. HMYE) *video in desc*

lyrics:

SEE YOU GET SET UP IF THE PAYS-OFF IM NEVER TAKING DAYS OFF AT BAT I GRAB A BASEBALL AND ILL STRIKE YOU LIKE I PLAY BALL/ 
A SCHINDLERS HITLIST CLEAR THE CHAMBER LIKE IM ADOLF/ 
THE TIGER IN THE WOODS BUT I DONT PLAY GOLF/ 
ANNIHILATE YO FAMILY IN MILLISECONDS ITS RARELY I GET IMPRESSED AND MY MINUTES GET TAKEN BACK EVERY TIME I ADJUST/ 
THEY WATCH THE SHAWTY GO KRAKATOA AND PISTOLS ERUPT/ 
IT SPIT UP LAVA, HOW DID YOU FIT THAT BITCH IN THE TRUNK?/
WITHOUT A PROBLEM/
SHIT, I KNOW THAT THEY PISSED WHEN I COME AND MY LATEST FEAR IS ABOVE ME NOT TALKING GOD OR THE SUN ITS MY DISPOSITION MENTALLY IN THIS POSITION I COME FROM/
MOTHERFUCKAS TRYNNA TELL ME HOW TO LIVE LIKE THEY DONE IT/ 
START TO FINISH END YO LINE NO DISCUSSION YOU HEAR THE BUZZING DONT CALL ME BACK/
CAUSE I DONT REALLY WANNA TALK FOR NOTHING IM ON YO ASS LIKE A BOUNTY COLLECTING/ 
COUNTY DISSECTING THE PUBLIC IN THEIR PRIVATE COLLECTION THEN SEPARATE SECTIONS/

DIVIDE US INTO CLASSES BY OUR SALARY, OUR SKIN COLOR, INSANITY THE SAME PATTERN OVERUSED AND ESTABLISHED BY THE PEOPLE WHO CLAIM EQUAL BUT NO EQUITY IS GRANTED TO ME TIL AFTER CATASTROPHES IMPLANTED ALWAYS CASUALTIES IN A WAR/
HAD TO GO MAKE THE TOUR/
IM BUSSIN UNTIL THESE FUCKERS REMEMBER MY FACE IN SOIL NO SOUL FOR THE WICKED/ 
LIKE IM SANO RURONI KENSHIN MY BLADE IS MY PENMAN/
SHIP DONE SAILED BUT AINT LEARN YA LESSON MY FIST LEAVE IMPRESSION/
KICK HIS TEETH DAVID BECKHAM/
CATCH IT LIKE ODELL BECKHAM I KEEP A HAND ON MY WEAPON AND FIGHT FOR FUN LIKE ITS TEKKEN/ 
MOTHERFUCKER TRY THREATENING BUT ITS NOT SO EFFECTIVE/
USE MY FASTEST REFLEXES IN DEFENSE/

My Disposition (Prod. Fleece)

lyrics:
listen
find me in a bush after kush like johnny
im getting more bread but its just lunch money
i make art like dali salvador christ, godly
cosby sweater on me cuz im lounging in the lobby
shawty mention something bout she want some molly
only thought i get is, "how this bitch still popping mollies?"
never dumbing down for anybody sorry blondies
seeming like the fashion trend infected all the zombies
you know,
how everybody dyed their hair the same color, 
same time, 
got the same watch, same chime and the same signs
got the same rhymes, same lines and the same crimes
live the same life, staying hype while the fame buys
how ironic
high all on this chronic
moving faster than the plague bubonic make'em vomit
stop it lemme switch the topic
niggas know they NOT sick
flow gon make them nauseous cause it's nonsense or not kept
figures
spotlight thickens
shine bright fitting cause my hindsight risen is the time right?
it's ticking
nigga wtf was they thinking? 
my brain just getting bigger, ego shrinking
believe
listen close how they breathe, back on they knees, right where they belong so it seems at least x4
you niggas really let this shit hold weight?
you let this shit grow in names?
you let this shit go insane?
so let the bullet hit the cranium and say some x2

aye my nigga come and slap that bitch x???

Figures (Prod. ghost/\/ghoul)

*LILDUMFUKK EXCLUSIVE*
D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-J FUKKCOCK! BRING DAT SHIT BACK!
(DAT SHIT IS HOT!) WOW!
THIS SHOULD BE PLAYED AT A HIGH VOLUME, PREFERABLY, IN A RESIDENTIAL AREA...
*MONEYCOUNTERSAMPLE*

HOT ASS BEAT CLAP.mp3 (PROD. ZTONTHEBEAT x Y$57)

Lyrics:

take this bedrock off my back/

y’all on my waist I ain’t rockin satchels

whole scene just flipped flopped like sandals/

back up,

I don’t wanna catch your cancer 

question

I already gave out answers, lessons 

I could not resist what my universe grants me/ 

You against me good odds ends badly/

Tragic, not really sarcastic as can be/

me against me is audacious as can be/ 

you not with me not my friends not my family/

i bust at you if I fail then it’s plan B/

get your homies to watch on your back like you planting y’all pussies is pink like salmon

I’m on ya tail like Raditz, I’m upping the ratchet and hitting that green like a racket/

I got a stick in my varsity jacket/

 I’m in the league while you still play for varsity nigga what happened I leave you abandoned critique and do damage I hurt you lil faggots go cry in your panic/ 

I get depressed for some time then I’m manic/

I got these bars but I used to do Xanax I’m up in the crib while you lie in your hammock I’ll tie that shit up while you sleeping and stab you/ 

like what happened,

what happened,

what happened,

and it’s inefficient if ya bitch in the vip and she not sucking dick on command like/ 

like what happened,

what happened,

what happened,

what happened

and you know it’s on sight if you don’t get me right dropping hits on demand nigga damn like/ 

like what happened/ 



thinking bout letting you breathe, while all on your knees, im diving like capital steeze, she spit out my nut like seeds, hoe blow like the breeze and I’m dropping til Fall when I leave/ 

I keep it up you just keep underneath/

Air it out in this bitch til she queef/ 

Y’all niggas ain’t with it y’all niggas is creeps/

You look like you just seen a ghost, 

I’m in a phantom go so fast you cant see it smoke but I bet you can smell when it go/ 

Y’all niggas not what you claim in your songs/ sing along like a birdie cmon/

cmon/

cmon/

that shit gon get you clipped like salon/

pass the stick then I dip like baton/

blowing gas it’s so loud like alarm/

FR[A]NCH (PROD. GHOST)

LYRICS:

KUDOS TO THE REDDIT CRITICS 

SCREENSHOOTING MY OPINIONS

WHY YALL IN MY TWITTER MENTIONS

HAWK EYE I SEE YOU NIGGAS 

TREAT YO BAND JUST LIKE IM GRIFFITH

FUCK’EM PUT SIMPLE SIMPLY

LICK MY DICK AND SPIT MY KIDS UP

BITCH KNOW THAT MAGNUM FIT ME

GLOVE ON ME LIKE MICHEAL SO I,

BEAT IT BEAT IT/

GLOVE ON ME LIKE TYSON SO I PEEK A BOO THEN BEAT YOU BLEEDING/

SHE GON SWALLOW ALL MY FUCKING,

SEMEN SEMEN/

DONT GO SPEND YOUR HOURS ON THAT SNIPPET YOU SHOULD JUST DELETE IT/

POOL AROUND ME SO SHE LOOKING,

SQUEAMISH, SQUEAMISH/ 

I HAD TO COUNT SHEEP WHILE EVERYONE WAS OUT HERE FUCKING SLEEPING/ 

HOW MUCH DID I MAKE THATS JUST THIS,

EVENING, EVENING/

I DONT KNOW BOUT YOU BUT I BEEN PUZZLING THE MISSING PIECES/ 

NUMBERS LONG, WI-FI CODE, REMEMBER ME, THINK YOU WONT, MY DICK GO UP, AND DOWN HER THROAT, I HOP SKOTCH SKIP AND CATCH THIS FLOW/ 

YOU BITCH WANT KISS AND CATCH A COLD, I SPEAK AND SHE DO WHAT SHE TOLD, LICK MY SHIT, YOU NOT THAT BOLD/

I SQUEEZE OUT POP YOUR BROKEN BONES/

COME IN MY HOME, 

IM DOING YOU WRONG, 

THE UNDERGROUND ZONE,

I RULE IT AND ROAM,

YOU NOW IN A COMA,

SMELL THE AROMA OF ME AND ITS OVER,

YOU LOOKIN GREEN HOPE YOU LUCKY LIKE CLOVER, 

SWINGING MY FIST BUT IT FEEL LIKE A BOULDER/

RAMMING YOUR BITCH LIKE IM USING A SHOULDER/

AND I COME WIT THE GRIP LIKE A COBRA/

BREATHE

DANCE ON THE BEAT WIT MY TONGUE NOT MY FEET I GO OFF BY MY LONE WHY THE FUCK WOULD I FEAT YOU SHOULD SEE WHAT I SEE BUT YOU CANT CAUSE IM ME/

BUT I KNOW YOU CAN SMELL THE DEFEAT/ 

BY THE WAY WHAT I SPEAK IS SO TRUE ITS ON ME BY THE TIME THAT I SNEAK IN THE TIP OF MY PEAK/

ITS TOO LATE FOR YOU/ 

AINT NO SAVING YOU MIGHT AS WELL PAY FOR YOUR FUNERAL AND PRAY FOR YOU/

IM ESCAPING THE HELL THAT I MADE FOR YOU ITS LOOKING GOOD CAUSE I HARDLY COULD MAKE IT THROUGH NIGGAS GON SLAM THROUGH THE TABLE AND BREAK A FEW/ 

TAKE O2 FROM THE BRAIN WHEN I STRANGLE YOU/ 

CRIPPLE AND MANGLE YOU JUST CAUSE IM AIMED AT YOU/ 

ALL THEM CHAINS I COULD SEE THERES A SLAVE IN YOU/

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