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HAARPER - CINNAMON (Prod. Trulife)

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LYRICS -
Armored tank to the bank, no usher
Uppin my ranks 
Reinforced for the clutter
Nonsense noise
All they do is go stutter
Make her drop blouse 
Make her heart go flutter
More money, more problems
No problem for me
I do this for my kin
Do it for my family
Get the Benjamins in
You dont want no static
Go and be frank 
This could end up tragic

Black strap, back pack
With a couple grenades
Throw that safety out the window
Sayonara to ya face
Succubus on my tip
Diligent with the pace
She chokin like it's cinnamon
Ima sin until I cant

Burn em like sage
Burn em like mage
Bringing my rage
Put em in a new age
Bringin new plague
Defiler gon aid
You boutta get played
While I fuck yo dame
She tradin yo chamomile 
For some kool-aid 
My ammo field got me rubys and Diamonds 
Gon pop a bullet like hymen right through ya cranium

Ridin the beamer
I seen ya 
I tore ya team up like Cena
They couldnt see me like Sia
Charge up my soul with that kiai
Im goin grizzly, im busy makin yo number thin lizzy
They cannot hit me im Lee
Boutta drop weights off my fate

Black strap, back pack
With a couple grenades
Throw that safety out the window
Sayonara to ya face
Succubus on my tip
Diligent with the pace
She chokin like it's cinnamon
Ima sin until I cant

HAARPER - CINNAMON (Prod. Trulife)

CINNAMON

HAARPER - CINNAMON

NEXTBOT!

HAARPER - NEXTBOT!

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Lyrics:
It’s about time that I fucked yo bitch
I put in my time and I got myself rich
And I took a couple lines and I made em to hits
She knowing my sign but she don’t wanna dip
Unless it’s skinny
She gon make it pop like remy
I be in her gut like henny
She be thick like Jenny
Goin one round, nah many
Spitting f’s out like Fendi 
Ima break it all down 

Level the plains
But ima be up in my plane without shame 
And I’m bringing the ruckus the roughest I’ll murk all you puppets
Your debt is now due
Hear the audible trumpets 
preceding my entry 
Pop pop
Gun shot to yo sentry
What you think we came down here friendly
I can see all the green and the envy
It’s fake love
Thats enough
Ridin my coattails and my nuts
Cause my capital greater 
They storming the crater 
For anything at all, the atoms and crumbs

Crash landed
I managed to lose some of my baggage
Them bandits can have it
They gon get hit red handed 
Fuck a third eye
And yo birds eye
They will learn why
They cannot contain me or surround I got that turbine
Survive, you won’t survive
When she earn my 
Time and now it’s tickin
She gon put my hand on her thigh
Carjacked
Get back on the tarmac
Fuck a carfax
Get slapped by my large sack 
Bar packed
Till I clap with the AK
If you wanna fight me know it’s gonna be a melee

Girl unbuckle my belt 
Follow my lead
And leave yo cells
Gon free yo self
Don’t see yourself
I’m really gonna take you to yo real self
Shawty wanna go and get up under sheets
Under my skin
No way no where
Scarlet letter on her back without care
But I don’t really notice cause I’m pulling her hair
Gonna go in like I came from famine
Gonna head out like I’m playing backgammon
Never gave a fuck 
Talking bout me, can’t stand him
But why she on my pole
Like a shake junt dancin 
Fake punks, ain’t one, take none
Ray gun, ray charles, can’t stun
Miss me with that bullshit
Cause I’m all out of patience 

She just wanna stay young
But this shawty, she ain’t mine
They just wanna play dumb
I ain’t wasting any time
I been waitin say something
All these opps they on my line
They stay on that pay phone
I got money on my mind

HAARPER - NOTHING IS FOREVER

NAGA [PROD. HAARPER]

SONS OF KAIN

SANTOS SANTANA X HAARPER - SONS OF KAIN

lyrics:

I will not breathe in the sea and freeze with the weak don't speak
I dont really wanna hear
Words from the sand
From dirt not a man 
Stay six feet deep
Do I make myself clear

Indebted to the knife no more
Ive found my way
Beyond the shore
The credit that you've claimed
Washed away by retribution 
Torn, 4AM in the den 
where your friends, 
I'ma blend 
I'ma mend with the silhouette again

I pull up with the strap they hands up "wait a minute"
This ain't no clock Ill break yo jaw
And shape yo fate with rickets
I'm takin yo life the fight is over might just take some digits
She in my phone 
my home while you gon grow 
in the face of fission
Below the mud
I dirty the floor and rug 
with the slug on the run
I've become new man
How could I be
How could I leave
All of the things 
All the rings and 
The riches on land

I've taken new form new life
Mistaken by some fo the light
Serrating all the birds up high
Interfacing with blight

4AM [PROD. HUSHINSILENCE]

MOTHMAN (Prod. Noxygen)

Prod. tuMaggz

LYRICS:

As Above:
 
Do you believe
Human life is different from disease
Why can’t you see
The poor will never get help off their knees
Only when we die do we get to escape from this hell
Fly me over seas
I wanna feel the breeze
Only then I’ll die in peace
I just wanna feel at ease
I just wanna try anything to escape from this hell
These pussies carry nine lives
I’m that nigga walking down the street with nine knives
I’m the type to switch my strap up when I change moods
You the type to switch your ties up with the same crew you spoke about
Look him is his eyes before you
Kill your brother for some clout
Say you from the struggle
But you don’t know what you’re talking bout
Half these mother fuckers don’t live what the fuck they rap about
Do you believe
Human life is different from disease
Why can’t you see
The poor will never get help off their knees
Only when we die do we get to escape from this hell
Fly me over seas
I wanna feel the breeze
Only then I’ll die in peace
I just wanna feel at ease
I just wanna try anything to escape from this hell

So Below:

No it’s a blade bitch
The sharpest of knives
I pull it out quick and I swing at your face bitch
No strap on my side I just got this steel and I’m giving out facelifts
I’m so fucking high I spark up the torch and take off like a space ship
Just gimme some space bitch
Don’t wanna waste it
So I’m working a lot
Spending hours not breathing no face on the clock
Ain’t no time for a case so I’m scraping the glock
Got your bitch in the Chevy I’m smashing her box
Spend a whole rack in a day yeah
You ain’t got nothing to say yeah
Crashing my whip off the side of a bridge and I take my soul down to the bay yeah
Switchblades on my hip
I’m fucking with that devil shit
Six six six until my wrist
Is shining like a planet
Switchblades on my hip
I’m fucking with that devil shit
Six six six until my wrist
Is shining like a planet bitch

As Above, So Below

Archon (Prod. Noxygen)

DEAD TO ME (PROD. HAARPER)

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4AM [PROD. HUSHINSILENCE]

HAARPER

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