Vibes (og playlist)

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Lyrics:
In my mask
Watch me whip and dash
You cannot surpass
It’s the hash
Slanging and I slash
Welcome to the past
To the match
Groupies at the door
Who be at ya show
No one knows
All the things I know
Except you gotta go

Eskimo when I kill the seal
Kyuubi out the field
Every note that I make is real
Murder rob and kill 
Can’t find my tracks
But I’m in the back
Yo bitch on my lap
She cap fo cap
Lyin to yo face so that I can smash her

She dropping her knees faster
She knows that I’m yo captor
If you wanna brawl I’ll knock yo head off like a kappa
Take yo throne to front row
You’ve lost yo mind yo control
The rays gon shower lead
And burn all those who cannot uphold 

Made in the fire with the high tide
Puttin my time in divine, make it tye dye 
Stirring my life in the bank from the pipeline
Getting my sight open to the very thing that broke
Me and my effigy and bones
Got the godhand on my side on my throne
Now I can take it and shape it and break what I’ve hated, not jaded, elated invading ya home 

In my mask
Watch me whip and dash
You cannot surpass
It’s the hash
Slanging and I slash
Welcome to the past
To the match
Groupies at the door
Who be at ya show
No one knows
All the things I know
Except you gotta go

I got my ana and I got my shiv
And I got that damage with only one click
Got my boot with the blade
Know I’m coming with the kick
Gonna knock yo head off
to the floor like bricks
Now I’m off breaking bread with yo one true hoe
And I’m getting that head and I’m getting that row
And I’m getting all that money but I’m keeping my soul
Keep it low like a crow 
Like Lee when I go

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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

[VERSE I: Wetto]

killer with that AK get this motherfucker bussin'
tell a hoe to get the fuck if she ain't here to suck it
creepin' on a come up i got fam that need some funding
i'm ducking from drugging and sipping that Tussin and bloating up my stomach
i need the D
the O
the P the E
riding clean
the G the L
E 63
oowee
see chicken heads, they fiend for me
yung north
S-I-D-E
W-E-T
verse two in the booth with a glock loaded
off so many meds
am i coming or i'm going?
fuck an interview, mane
i'm too raw to sugar coat it
see a dead man walking 
next election he'll be voting
pimp on a track
mix dope with the crack
i might slide
camo mask
turn your hood to iraq
bury suckers
fuck a groupie
that's the truth i feel like gucci
i got 99 problems and not one is you gon shoot me
we got anna, motherfucker?
let me know or keep your mouth shut
slicky make a million every time i give that mouse touch
slicky whip that wrist and make a motherfucking ounce jump
wetto mack a bitch
play hard to get and get her mouth fucked
sick motherfucker
no mind motherfucker
that white trash high taxed dying motherfucker
tell the world eat my dick
ima prick motherfucker
life hell
tough shit
i'm the bic motherfucker

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

fully loaded choppa
knew this bitch who lived on tchoupitoulas
bitch seemed like an opportunist
flockin' just to jock my new shit
stopped in houston
belly looking swollen
better stop abusing wock and chewing fent
yeah all my teeth are fucking rotten
cruising down your block and you know blanco lighting blunts of herb
carefully choose your words
unless you'd rather bite the fucking curb
what's the word?
whatchu fucking heard?
blanco smite the herd
fuck your bitch until her spine is curved
blanco spiked your nerves
bitches on my dick like a love bug
tryna get their claws up in me like a fucking mud bug
bitch ima smug thug
calling up my young plug
playa all that smoke is gonna make me get my lungs scrubbed
i need a breath of fresh air
splash some water on my face
looking back on my mistakes
regretting them is such a waste
keep it pimpin'
move it forward like i'm running just to race
devil right behind me like a finished first place
all of these haters keep wishing that they could be me
all on my steez
spreading my wings but i ain't taking anyone under them
why can't i just glide in peace
using these drugs to release
fucking these bitches for free
flirting with death
i keep promising things 
when's he gonna know that im a tease and i'm just tryna get a lil sleep?
capitalizing the G
F to the I to the V to the E
N to the I to the N to the E to the F to the O to the R to the L to the I to the F to the E
for my gang i will do anything
for my gang i will do everything

YIN YANG TAPES: Summer Season (1989-1990)

Bloody 98 (feat. Ghostmane)

BLOODY 98 (FEAT. GHOSTEMANE)

Dark Side of the Moon

DiamondBack Gorilla Glue

Carry On

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All black, cash in the stash spot with the new gat
Shorty tell me that she love she gon' bussit, throw it back
Little boy you a stain, you a fake, that’s that
Bottom row full of gold keep a pole no cap

And she ridin dick real thicc no photos
While you posting pics on the gram in your polo
Can I stick around for a minute? Aw hell no
I quit hittin licks when I made it out the jungle 
Bought that bitch some Gucci now she standing at attention
I keep catching feelings now I’m back into remission
You ain’t put in half the work I did when I was 15
I ain’t need shit from a bitch

All black, cash in the stash spot with the new gat
Shorty tell me that she love she gon' bussit, throw it back
Little boy you a stain, you a fake, that’s that
Bottom row full of gold keep a pole no cap
(x2)

ALL BLACK

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CITY MORGUE VOL 2: AS GOOD AS DEAD

THE FALL BEFORE THE GIVE UP (feat. Clever)

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LYRICS:

I been feelin’ sick I don’t know what this shit is

Triple six the voices screaming in my head won’t give in 

Saying commit but I’ll never be the one to let the mothafuckas kill me and win 

I’ll sin 
Till the grim 
On a whim
Puts a fucker underneath cos he’s scared I’ll kill him 

I’m talking BOUT murder

When she scream in the dirt I heard her 

Walk away like ya did when I heard ya

Like I’m lost in the street 
Got a heart but no beat 
Got a car but no key 
So I burn her 

And I watch the smoke rise
Took a life so confide in the sky 

And as the cloud billows out I  am beginning to see that the devil is showing his smile 


Im tryna be the person that I wanted to be

Until I look down at the ground and see the blood on my jeans 

I see the knife in my hand

I got my head in the sand 

The moonlight shining down illuminates  the rest of my plan (Hook x2)

Fall back 
Fall back to the bat 
Cos a mothafucka boutta put a brother on attack 
Got the Dog tag 
Hangin' from the mask  I’m a mothafuckin mess 
Never stress 
I’m the best mess yet 
Like hoo 
Run up on a mothafucka 
When I get it imma kill em let a fucker suffer 
Is a cold case 
Cold case 
Cold face 
Leave a pussy just to rot up in a fuckin' cold place 

When I’m knees deep in the mothafuckin' deep sea never gonna be the one to let the demons defeat  

I refuse to leave 
And I refuse to be 
Anything less than the me that I’ve been 

Hoo 

I be screamin' lay a curse on my soul 
As I emerge from once I came I’m crawling up out the hole 

I’m a 

Mastermind of the lines  
I’d say divine 
Using blood to etch the rhymes
While I prepare to sacrifice 

The lives of all those doubting me and all my fuckin'  dreams this shits a fuck you the pussies that are starting to see me

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mixed by: @kidmangx // mastered by: @sastrp
background vox: @sydcxx // cover art: @gvzzvh


k i keep several rugers 
‘stendo rulers 
send em through ya huh
k i keep metal tools 
to bend them rules and
bitch i’m booted up 
my clip gon never lose or rust 
might slip, yo men all losing blood
my clique gon rend and bruise 
my next tattoo i get from lucifer 

k i be ridin wit a dead bitch
crystals on my left wrist 
empty out the tec
case a nigga wanna set trip 
pistol pop his head 
case that nigga got a death wish 
simple cause of death was the nigga he tried to mess with 

tell them bitches be quiet
he gon make me start a riot
tell them bitches be quiet
he gon make me..

down set 
hut 
put that HK through ya gut 
shawty told me i’m too mad but shit i love the smell of blood 
my grip miraculous for that static it’s too bad you’ll never touch 
i bet that glocky make him dance 
that ratchet make ya double dutch 
the fuck is up?

double vision triple digits on the dash 
couple pistols and some niggas got my back 
get the picture i could flip a couple racks 
i get busy with the glicks then get too rich to wipe my ass

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