3rd prt

Fukkit

Suitcase (Prod. Fony Wallace & 17zdanny)

Better-Beware (Prod. Ogyizzle)

Black Smurf- Child.Of.The.Hustle. (Prod. Rich Beatz)

Black Smurf- actions speak louder than words (Prod.jayyalonso)

Gate Keeper (Prod. Purpdogg)



Tell me the truth 

Where would you be without me nigga honestly 
 
Probably be 
seen as the lowest of scum walking round in this reckless economy 

Wasn't for me would you be able to stomach that you wouldn'tve made no accomplishments 

Wasn't for me you wouldn't be making no money a thank you is all that I wanted but know how it be 

When niggas been coming up 
some will get lost in the game 
Forget where they came 
But I know that's part of the game So I want complain 
pussy

See me I just move without switch a lane just using my brain smoking tryna keep myself sane but niggas be making me crave the urge to just aim like fuck it 

I told my self 
over and over 
again I don't need a friend I don't need a bitch just give me a island a mansion some whips and I Swear I'll  be cool 
I Swear 
If you family we family then I'll kill for you 
Just me and the fam passing blunts in the coupe while laughing At you say you real but can't recognize you 

Pull up to your show say your name they like who 
then they see us they be like oooo can I get a picture or two  An we ain't even 
walked in the room 
This just how they do 
That's just how we do 
Improve 
yes I have improved 
Fuck chasing pussy get the loot that's all I'm use to 
This all that I do
I'm to much a man to be lying to you 
In love with myself I'm not worried bout you 
Just me and myself An I til my life through 
The one and the only one keeping it true 
Your music is trash we don't listen to you 
I'm to much a man to be lying to you 
In love with myself I'm not worried bout you 
Just me and myself An i til my life through 
The one and the only one keeping it true 
Mane
It's hustle 


-Hustle

Black Smurf- Gate Keeper (Prod. PurpDogg)

Say What You Wish: 




You ever wake up in the morning an look in the mirror like nigga I ain't shit
Yeah me either can call me conceited I can't quit 
Call me hustle 
the God of the wave I'm creative 
Mr fantastic 
I pull up they know what my name is 
Do a tour count it up 
Then I'm facing
 
Nothing can keep my 
attention but money now lately  
Feet reclined up 
in this uberxl just smoking try not to look famous 
Niggas be talking but I don't hear shit cause my level to high from the pavement
Won't tell you a lie not to save you but only emotions are not to be played with
See this Money be making us crazy 

My life full of drugs sex and planes she searching my name think I'm up but i ain't shit 
 Yet anyway I got franklins to make so I can't sit 
Say what you wish give a fuck bout opinions I'm facing  
In and out switching up states she all on my ig know it seem like I've made it but I ain't made it 

Me and my boys never needed a cosign can you say the same shit 
no you cant say that but fuck it I guess mane some niggas just fake til they make it 
I ain't got time for you niggas to busy now tryna change up my location 
New crib in Malibu stunting like fuck you I'm thuggin no wonder she praising 
Not my birthday but nigga I'm caking 
Not a wii so don't suggest you play me 
Not that nigga you assume I was just mad cause I'm up an you still on the same shit 

so use to folks lying and playing 
at this point human beings don't phase 
I do me I do me and that's daily 
Hustle fam til im ashes and brainless 
Hustle god yeah you know what my name is 
If you don't ask your bih what my name is 

Getting cash is the motto no matter occasion 
For the fam I'm ride no matter occasion 

Can love me
Or hate me
Just know you want change me 

-Hustle

Black Smurf- Say What You Wish (Prod. PurpDogg)

mixed by chris vayle

lyrics:

I BETTER MIND MY BUSINESS,
PRETEND I AINT HEAR IT JUST PASS AWAY QUICKLY WITH NO INTERFERENCE/ 

IF I SHOOT OUT THE CLUB INNER SPIRIT GET TAKEN LIKE LIAM JUST WALK OUT AND CLEAR IT/ 

WHEN I CALL OUT YO NAME HE AINT HEAR IT BUT DARE SAY A WORD BOUT ME NO ONE COME NEAR ME/ 

ITS AN OBVIOUS FACT THAT THEY FEAR ME AVOID IT AS MUCH AS THEY CAN BUT THEY HEAR IT NIGGA/

NO YOU CANT NOW/
BROUGHT IT BACK DOWN/
JUST TO DROP IT ON HEAD LIKE SMACKDOWN/ 
FUKK IMMEDIATELY TAKING IT BACK PAL/
WHILE THEY STUCK TRYNNA COPY MY LAST SOUND/
OKAY I SEE YOU TAKE THAT ROUTE/
MAYBE THAT'S WORKING FOR FAST CLOUT/ UNDERAGE BITCH WIT THE CLASS CLOWN, BUT THE LABEL SEE HIM AS A CASH COW/ 

MARY KATE RIGHT OUT THE DROP TOP WHIP/ 
MEDICATE SMOKING 2 BLUNTS THAT'S TWINS/
ENEMIES SWEET AS SOME DARK LIGHT KISS/
MAKING APPEARANCES KILLING YALL KIDS/
WATCH HOW YOU TALK OR I PASS TIGHT FIST/
MAKING MY WAY WHILE THEY MAKING UP SHIT/ 
THEY FEED THE SHEEP AND ITS BIT BY BIT/
ALL OF YO STYLES WAS BIT LIKE SHIT/ 

NIGGA WALK UP/
THEN HE GET CUT, NIP TUCK/ 
GOD HE GOT SLUMPED/ 
UNDER THAT SKIN GET STUCK/

Nip, Tuck (Prod. BLVC SVND)

First single off "Exitium," coming soon.

Lyrics:

PRIVATE PARTIES WITH THE 1 PERCENT/
SHOOTING ALL ATTENDANTS AT THIS MARVELOUS AND GRAND EVENT JUST DISPLAYING MY TALENTS GOT A PAST OF POST TRAUMATIC STRESS/ SLEEPING ON A WALL THAT'S WHAT MY BACKS AGAINST/ BRACE YOURSELF WHEN FUKKIT QUICKLY GRASPS THE PEN IMMACULATELY DASHES LINES THAT CRACKS THE NECKS OF ALL OBJECT/
SHUN'EM LET HIM LIVE OR SHOULD I BASH HIM DEAD ILL ASK AGAIN/
SHOULD I KILL THEM ALL OR LET THEM CRASH INSTEAD/
CAUSING ALL THESE RAPPERS TO LOSE BALANCE GETTING LOST AND MAD THEY LAST AGAIN/ 
SHOULD I SHOW COMPASSION FOR THE PASSIONLESS IS MY QUESTION/
SIMPLE ANSWERS NEVER GRANT THE HARDENED HEAD A HAPPY END/ 
MAYBE IM NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW/
STILL HERE WITH THE BOASTING FLOW SHOWBOATING WHILE I MOTORBOAT HER WETTER THAN A COASTAL COVE/ 
DOING SHOWS, 
COAST TO COAST AND HOUSE TO HOUSE, BROKE THEM DOORS, GIVE MOUTH TO MOUTH TO ALL YOUR WHORES SHE PANTING WHILE SHE CHOKES SOME MORE/ 
PISTOL POKE YO POST MALONE, NO SKI MASK ON GET TOASTED WARM,
IT'S CLOSE TO WAR, TIME FOR POSTAL CARDS AND NOTES THAT WONT COME HOME/

NOBODY ELSE HIDES AND SURVIVES FROM THIS DAY FORWARD/
ITS A CONSTANT MONOTONOUS SWINGING WITHIN UNCONSCIOUS AND NOW THEY BOUT TO SEE WHAT THEY ALL PRAYED FOR/ 
NIGGAS FINNA HAVE TO WAIT IN LINE CAUSE THEY PAID FOR IT/ 
THIS THAT BARREL TO THE MOTHERFUCKING FACE SHIT THE SAME TIP OF GRACE YALL LIL GIMMICKS NEEDA TASTE QUICK/
JUDGE FACING THE DIRECTION OF THE PLAINTIFF WIT BLOOD STAINED HATRED THAT DRIPS DOWN PAGES/ 
WHAT IS LIFE AT THIS POINT NOTHING REALLY JUST A STROLL-THROUGH CONCEPT/ KNOW YOU WANNA OBJECT BUT PROCESS PROGRESS/ CAN YOU EVEN SEE A BETTER PLACE WITHIN THIS DARK MESS, HUMANKIND CONQUEST?/ 
WATCH WHEN THE TIME STOPS-A-TICK/
LET IT ALL FALL DOWN CROSSING THE BRIDGE, ITS A SHAME HOW ITS GONE DOWN DROPS LIKE A TWIG SNAPSHOTS OF A TIME LAPSE LOST IN ABYSS/

Mortem (Prod. The Virus And Antidote)

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)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LP2GIahwWDg
mixed by twd

lyrics:

DIGGING DEEP HOLD THE SHOVEL, 
SCRAPING DIRT OUT MY FINGER-NAILS GOT THESE SCRAPES ON MY KNUCKLES/ 
I WORK THE NIGHT SHIFT,
GRAVEYARD WHERE THE LIGHT DIM AND DOUBLE THE DARKEST NIGHT CREPT IM CUDDLED UP WITH THE KNIFE SEEING DOUBLE RIGHT OUT MY IRIS/

EYELESS-HANGING-HEAD IN THE CUPBOARD, I SLEEP BESIDE IT/

WAKE UP IN THE MORNING WITH DRIED UP BLOOD ON MY EYELIDS I DISAPPEAR IN THE SILENCE/

*WHEW*

BRING ME BACK LIKE ORIGINAL TEEN TITANS, YOU, FUCKING WITH A LION NOT A HYMEN SAVE YOUR BREATH LIKE THE HEIMLICH MANEUVER THROUGH YOUR COMPUTER THROUGH ALL YOUTUBER SCREENS/
WHO THE FUCK REALLY UNDER THE INFLUENCING NUMBERS AND STYLISTICALLY BUNDLED UP EVERY NEW RELEASE/ 

NOT YOUR HONOR I JUDGE YOU FOR ACTING STUPIDLY CURIOUS,
LOOK, 
MAY I CONVINCE YOU TO CHANGE PERSPECTIVE THIS HEARING IS BOOKED/ 
CAUSE YOUR CONCEPTION OF SELF IS FRANKILY DELIRIOUS THOUGHT I MENTIONED IT/ 

I KNOW PERCEPTION MYSTERIOUS BUT THE FACT IS AS CLEAR AS IT SHOULD/ 
STAND IN THE LIGHT SO I SEE YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT'S AS GOOD/ 
IM MENTALLY STRAINING AND DONE/
ENOUGH TO BE PAID IN SOME FUNDS/
HIGHER THAN ANYONE OFF THIS BLUNT THAT IM SMOKING FOR LUNCH/
I DROP AND I CLEAN UP THE CRUMBS/ 
RIDING THE BEAT TO THE PUNCH/ 
LINE UP YA TEETH TO THE FRONT/
KICK'EM THAN SPIT THE BLOOD INNA CUP TIL HE LEANING PO-UP/
PULL UP THAN LIGHT YA BLOCK WIT A POLE TIL ITS HOT LIKE THE SUN/

just shut the fuck up for once, please.. holy shit (Prod. MKULTRA) *vid in desc*

(note: this song is a satire)

lyrics:

it's a job for a cowboy
got that heavy metal with me
shoot out the saloon if anybody got some issues pending

imma roll up.. wait
your daughter fornicate
i take her on first date :)
i'm nutting on her face :/

Margiela penis
margiela my penis
swing-shot crack like venus
swim inside like semen but she spit up cuz bulimic 

hot outside's the season while i exorcise my demons
fuck you mean it's teasing if you doubt me for some reason

wok, walk
i be sippin walk
so i cannot talk
omg, omg
why she dancing on my glock? <---- lol
fendi, bentleys, bought <---- lol
feel me bitch wassup
semi-auto, keep it tucked

yuh

how to rap generic, a tutorial freestyle (Prod. Amertume)

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