(Prod. Frank Drake)

LYRICS: (http://rapgenius.com/Haulze-comatose-lyrics)

Is it because I can't witness you all alive? Nope.
This is me and I'm reading my Suicide Note. 
Reading my Suicide Note. 
Reading my Suicide Note. 

Is it because I've been waiting to see my eyes close? 
This is Haulze and I'm reading my Suicide Note. 
Reading my Suicide Note. 
Reading my Suicide Note. 

Sit back and wonder why this nigga does the shit that he does, 
Or why the Earth rotates in motion shit it's simply because, 
It's all about emotion, sore hearts, yeah, I'm sure you noticed. 
No devotion used and like a thick chick we need love. 

People speak, it's only shit we breath up.
We greeting strangers telling children you should not believe us.  
Walking backwards from a man and turn into a fetus.
While evolution screaming men we really need to speed up.

Suicide, it's the only opportunity for you to die. 
Simply cause the life I used to live I thought was unified. 
Satan got his arms-out-opened wide ready when you arrive.
It's only a matter of time, secrets open when you threw the dice. 

Like North Korea, Uncle never let me ever see much. 
He never gave me two shits so I ain't leave with three fucks.
I tried to see and only end up getting beat up. 
Only beaten reason see and meaning why, cause nigga we rough!

Haulze | "Comatose"

(Prod. OmitoBeats)

LYRICS: 
Sometimes I gotta wonder if it's worth it, 
Like last week, money running past me I could be writing checks instead of verses.
I go to selling grams and push ya granny on her ass-cheek if you asked me I had her crawling like a venom serpent. 
Purposely hurting the ones around me like it's none-sense, like a prophet I'd be teaching leaches how to reap the profits on a mission for meal tickets we rip it on the dotted when you ask me where that body was I'll tell you I forgot it.  

I can't sleep without some new solution. 
I can't sleep without some new solution. 
The truth confusing me now, what am I writing music for,
Because the fame is as motivating as "you can do it."

I promised homage to individual missions and now I'm slacking wishing they'll never listen to new amusement.
The cutest chick in my school will not acknowledge that life that I'm trynna live so I'm tolerant hear I'm rude and stupid.  

It's only like,

Three dollars in my pocket erryday, I ain't flying yet cause I ain't getting paid. 


Haulze | "Notions"

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Haulze (ft. Chrissy The Black) | "Thought Wrong"

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PARABOLIC EXPRESSION: 
https://haulze.bandcamp.com/album/parabolic-expression
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The long awaited mixtape, 'Parabolic Expression' has finally dropped. With that said, a brand new album is taking place. But I literally, cannot begin without your help. I am need of at least $500 for a kickstarter for my very own full length album. Original beats, longer songs, much more of an intensive process than any mixtape. So if you've heard the mixtape, and you liked it; feel free to donate if you can. Even a single dollar would make do, and show me that someone out there cares. Thank you. 

- Haulze

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Introduction ("Parabolic Expression", OUT NOW!)

(Prod. J. Dilla)

LYRICS: 
I thought you was nice, 
I thought you was nice. 
Even bought all of your old shit when you tossed me a price. 
Now you selling me old shit, like you ain't offer these twice. 
You living in the busy streets and chose on crossing the line. 

But I'm already heart-less, 
Caught a case for arson up in August, 
Got these Lawyer's in they office trynna offer me life? 
You trynna scam me now, w/ hand me down's; my conscious was right.
I'll catch you slipping steady dripping; like these faucet and pipes.

Uh! Caught you in lies, you need to listen better.  
To get your bread up, keep ya head up, keep sniffing for cheddar.
But watch these haters, stand your ground like your mission is get up. 
They jotting papers, now you locked, and they sending you letters.

You fed up?  
I got your back like True Religion sweaters. 
And fuck a thotty, when she thirsty, man don't even sweat her.
The money come, the money go so find a wife to tether. 
So trust me on this, these the rules to follow if your debt up. 

THE PHONY RULES.  (8x) 
Man, I thought you was nice!

Haulze | "Flaky Tom (Episode #2)"

(Prod. Fatir)

LYRICS: 
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Sit back, relax and just pass up the, 
Loaded roach and get smacked until you get it back. 
We hot-boxing this till it's gassed up like Casper.
I count this last one no Dracula; on my mattress w/ cracking jokes and just laughing I'm satisfied how bout you wrap another like rappers. 

I watch my "French" since we blowing this down; 
With "Seven" two's, and "Blow" a better "Session" like listen to "Bastard". 
You never with us at the bottom you notice it now. 
We end up at the spawn point like the misson was backwards.  
 
I see you noticed it sound different, like clown sentence; 
Had to cross the line like the pound digit or hash-tag. 
This bitch thick had to smash that like ass tag,  
I seen that shit was coming like Aztec's. 
 
But I got no time for hoes or these chicks. 
No nine to hold or equip. 
Cause buddy my kinda flow is like Dominoes 
I got a xylophone and hit bricks. 

Nigga that's Cocaine, And I don't sell  
Spit propane and that's fire nigga no lie  
Pussy bald need Rogaine soaking; no games; cause I don't tell. 

Bro it's LAMBORGHINI
NIGGA ITS LAMBORGHINI!
Mami, can grab that thing in-between that ass and the damn bikini?
Trynna reach that point in life; when I'm asking damn can the camera's see me?
Then I don't notice shit and I'm hoping if I get slammed on TV.  Damn. 


Haulze | "Eucalyptus"



LYRICS: 
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This a song you can sing along to if you chilling w/ them niggas that don't along you. 
Trynna fuck you and it's hard because I understand that you don't want no man, cause you don't comfort him.
Handling your shit to get her, but then you get up now you handling your shit.
Managing them shifts, I can feel your pain and that's 9pm to 5pm and he don't handle any bitch, right?

You a princess, whenever them niggas call you bitch you don't hit them? 
Nah, cause you miss him and that's fine but the minute you get tired of the late night fights you just hit him with the dipset. (peace)    

Dipset nigga, now the shit's wrecked.
Following you home with the chrome in a fist set, 
Ready to aim and lay pain on a bitch head. 
All you hear is bang that's another fucking bitch dead (and he's dead)

. . . how much for your soul, nigga? 

Haulze | "No Goat (Supper)"

(Prod. Thelonious Martin)

LYRICS: 
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When I was young, I'd try magic and shit. 
And wonder if my life would ever turn lavish and rich?
Cause where I'm from there ain't no part of that,
When kids start to grow and wonder where they fucking father at, 
The system start handing em' clips. 

Now that I'm older in-fact, 
I'm finished shrugging after everything I questioned, let my shoulders relax.
I started answering my problems with solutions, introducing you to Haulze. 
I'm running shit now like my toes was on Crack.  

I gotta get it, no competition is stopping Haulze, 
I'm on the beat and dropping apocalypse then I'm popping off. 
Hocking out loogies' on these instrumentals, I'm cocking back 
Ain't got no time to slack, gotta press you niggas like cotton balls. 

But that's an old verse. 
I had to add it in so I could coerce, the fans, it's my plan to speak with no words. 
Right now I got to fix this flow first. 
So I'mma be hitting you hard like shit is retarded, pardon Haulze spit till my throat hurt. (DAMN.)

I call this consequences, 
Cause life to me is not about the shoes you want to walk in, it's the ones you step in.
If shit is hard you hoist a weapon, 
Hold it to your brain, and drain the pain until your squeezing THEN your conscious sets in. 

It tells you "Yo, you know your bugging right? 
I mean it's entirely your choice to end it now cause ain't loving life.
But take a second, think above your might. 
You lovin' Yeezus for the moment, now a donut, can you love him twice?  

Or evolution if your atheist. 
Even if your lighter then a pastry, you think us and monkeys cousins right?
Well either way don't be a bitch about it, put the weapon down,
You stressing now but acting like you barking, fuzz and bite."  

You put that shit down and relax yourself. 
Your concious fades away your pain and strays away, and now you ask yourself.
I know by pulling that trigger I would hurt myself and everyone around me, did I really think that THAT would help? 

I guess not. 

Haulze | "Frienia"

http://youtu.be/PU-aZ7uXsq4

LYRICS: 
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Do you believe it when I lie?
Seems like a nigga dead, on my ninth life. 
Cut my life-line when I'm living feline. 
Couple shots to the head, bet I'm wrecked if it isn't your perspective. 
Except when I'm bugging I just need a bit of time.
Bit of bud, sour diesel and a little bit of lime, 
Peach pussy on tongue keep pushing cause it's sweet.  
Little coke on a rail, do a line, little crime like. 

Does it tingle when the lime-light, strikes you?
I bet it's nice, I'd be really hype too. 
In hind sight, 
I'd say that's my right,
To live in this fine life, 
Or with us behind sights? 

Can't read but believe in between of the fine lines. 
Can't see but we easily living the blind kind. 
Can't breathe,
Can't be anything you can't teach em' to hold shit down in the land of the free. 

When you reach for the honey with your hand's in the bees' then, 
Tell em' how the struggle didn't matter to me. 
Cause I got more money than there's sand on a beach now. 
(I can) Stunt on anybody with a plan and a dream. 

You asleep wake up, you a sheep now. 
Get my cake up, Chef nigga with an "I" you a chief now. 
Cook it up, spill it all over the streets
Got heat too, chilling on the corner with a deep smile. 

The nights up and you counting up the cheese,
Can't believe that it worked till you notice that police sound. 
Got you feeling like a MEOW. 
Cause you can't sweet talk after them cavities rot ya teeth out.

Meanwhile, that noggin of yours is exploring,
Got you coming of the head like a freestyle. 
You wasn't ready for the beef, it ain't easy to compete in a league full of niggas trynna eat pounds. 
But you're noticing that deep down, it's a motive you emotionally seek out, and even if you not a beast now, 
You became one. 
Now the pain's done, consider yourself elite, brown. 

I JUST WANT TO BE SUCCESSFUL,  
I JUST WANT TO BE SUCCESSFUL, 
I JUST WANT TO HAVE SUCCESS. (4x) 

Santaé: 
Fuck, couldn't rewrite shit. 
My incompetence got my body in defense, 
Got my money in a pen; 
I just do this for my niggas that got locked up in the pen. 
Free my nigga Stone. 
Out here all alone, hold down the projects.
Shoot foreign objects. 
Upset his process.
You a target, have all ya' family departed. 
And if he pull a blicky guarantee he gon' spark it.

The was a gun shot, I was spitting the truth. 
Hocking a loog'. 
Racing time with cement in my shoes.
The lime light could have had me living better then you's. 
I'm better then you. 
Competing with who? 
We caught in different sections, wasn't seated with you. 
You called but your brother wasn't seeded with you. 
A line run deep but I ain't bleeding with you. 
Selfish!? 
We'll fuck it I know I'm selfish, 
The thought I'm labeled by critics but most of the fans felt it. 
. . COCKY?!
I'm calling it confidence, 
Spread word to the ominous,
Hold definite dominance. 

Follow: https://soundcloud.com/isaac-mensah-3/

Instrumental produced by Clams Casino. 

Haulze (ft. Santaé) | "Petrol"

(Prod. NYQUILL)

LYRICS: 
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I kinda wish it was a little bit easier; 
To think of a dream where this money don't count; no. 
Where the bunnies don't bounce for the carrot; 
I'd be lying if I said it's looking funny don't doubt though.

That's the thing about a dream; 
What you doing in between of that shine when the sun ain't even out yo. 
And now you fucking all the honey's; got ya babies on her tongue but when the baby mother show up and you shout 'HOE.'?

NIGGA THATS GRIMEY. 

Want me to tell you don't worry? 
Smoke herbs and it'll probably be ok, so don't hurry?
First of all; I'll burst ya balls quick and that goes right to anybody who's certain Haulze sick.
Aw shit, your dirt and, 
If picture perfect is, life to live I'd say fix your verses. 
Uh, fix your cursive. 
You want to get reimbursed on them dicks you work? 
Bitch your worthless. 

Hypocrite, you kiss dicks and twerk and 
Twists her hips, then she struts, flips her skirt in.
Always begging me for bread, in a second gimme head. 
Cause you had a job, missed your first shift. 
 
Now she think she gotta man; and a plan but he know's that she flirts around. 
Shit it hurts him. 
Now a niggas mad, and he kicks the earth in 
She go fuck his friend says his sticks immersive. 

How does that seem to you. 
Life like but is it my dream come true? 
Might find me doing what feens would do; 
Might lie but you would believe em' to. 

Best believe that he's bleeding. 
He seeks Jesus well, beats himself yelling; you do not need him.
Teach yourself don't reach for help even if, 
Demons'll eat you if your not feeding em'. 

Can't clean w/ em' round. 
Can't see through the leaves if the trees watered down. 
Pet peeve, what about? 
Cause the bunnies don't bounce round here anymore, comedy wanna doubt?

Niggas wanna sprout right out above the surface; coming out the dirt like a seed in the ground. 
I'm putting feed on the town. 
But when a nigga wanna run shit all I gotta do is spit heat and I'm out, like a season of drought. 

Instrumental by NYQUILL. 

 



Haulze | "DntWry"

Haulze | "Oath In Vein (Instrumental)"

I ain't afraid to die. 
I'm just afraid of my portrayal if I ain't alive. 
Since fame decides in vain or not.
I remember death it's like the raindrops fell when the angels cry.
Always looking out the box, my favorite window pane would dry.
My mother staring back at me, I know she feel the pain inside. 
A broken chapter from my life, I hope I change the page in time.  
I hope these bills get paid and crime been sitting on my brain, lord knows I've probably been in danger 
I'm stay posted doing favors fine, I'll do another favor. 
I'm just waiting on this game to stop. 
I'm hopeless, serving strangers,
Dimes of strains of different flavors.
Watch him wait and test his patience.
If he tweaking -- leave em' shameless. 
Catch em' inside an insane asylum with this fucked up game of mine. 

I been off the shits for a minute. 
Cause all you fraud motherfuckers ain't honest bout shit, playing these bitch nigga gimmicks. 
You lizard fucks could turn ya skin different pigments. 
You hungry bitching bout the time you caught some food didn't split with ya niggas?

Ya'll probably cut from a different cloth and I don't stitch with you bitches.
I put my all in every bar; ya'll do this shit for the figures.   
I finished spitting now I'm fit for lieutenant Haulze, as the head of the synagogue with an army you'll need Hitler to kill us. 

I'm talking "Hail Haulze" type of shit. 
You'd bail dog. 
You'd realize that failure looking for you and you real soft, like micro-dick.  
I'd do these bitches dirty with these hammers;  
Donkey Kong with no bananas, might just ask if I can nail, if I'd like to hit. 

If she bust it open then I'm piping it.
Slid it in her mouth; she flicked her tongue and let it in and got to syphoning. 
Pass it to the brodie, call it Micheal Vick. 
The way she give me mental had me bussin' so disgusting on some psycho shit. 

I'm catchin' green now that I'm spitting hard and I like this shit. 
It's the just the team now and it seem arson when I write with Chris.
You and your team lost cause my team awesome, like Tyson fists.  
We the supreme boss, you a fiend dog!               

You ever do somebody dirt, then afterwards regretted it?
Simply cause you bout that work, and money be the rhetoric?
I was stupid as kid, it's funny that I mention it cause I remember when my aunt was beggin' just to get her fix.

She on the block like 12am, a cry for help she desperate. 
And after she had hit the rock, I doubt she getting cheddar since.
My niggas saying bro relax well fuck you bro, I'm stressin' it.
Cause now I'm deadass bout this tracks, I'm  resting when I'm getting rich.   

My niggas holdin' 38's; you double that it's seven six.
Cause if my brothers beefin' with you, best believe we settle shit. 
That's a verse from out the bible, lions versus elephants.  
I'm throwing shots -- no veteran, but we leaving you desolate. 

The other day I argue Jesus with my nigga Santae. 
Since god his conscious, lets be honest, that's a bit demonic. 
He said the work he do for Jesus, puts the worship on him;
And then he said now since you know my nigga let's get on it. 

I put that pen down; in blue moon; I ask myself.
Is rapping worth it; if I'm working till I pass out we'll; 
I'm getting greedy since I've missed out on the cash I've felt. 
I'm tweaking off so if you need work on a task. I'd help, and I'm gone.

Haulze | "Vice Versa"

Guess who's back? 

LYRICS: 
Creep through the front door, when I walk in, 
A nigga squeaking the wrong drawer. 
I don't give a fuck, if you liking the Jynn, 
Don't be typing it in, speak if you want more.
If I listen to the crack, tweaking I want more.
Took a little just to get my feet through the front door. 
And the bae is screaming, like a nigga playing make believe,
I'm waiting to cheat with a dumb whore. 

And I'm suddenly impatient, waiting if my day is made, 
Instead of faking saying, this the day to wake,
I'mma wake and bake and get higher than a motherfucking paperplane, 
My distant date awaits,

Like a racist, saying it's a way of faith, 
And a rapist facing prison taken gays, 
And like Jason mane, they will have to face another 
basic bitch, saying I hate this shit.  

And go ape like a nigga named Donkey Kong, 
Hunnit shot round looking like a faucet loose.  
Fuck a white girl looking like a chunky blonde.
And get my money, man I'm lucky that I found some loot.  

Run nigga run, it's a chainsaw like it's no difference if it's fun.
If it's paint so, listen fuck a nigga getting one, 
Rip it's pants off, thinking any dishes getting done.
(But I'm done now.)    
    
"I put your face on a shirt and get out of town
And all the weed and the worry and I rolled it down
That Ruger hide on my head and got 30 rounds
I keep my hand on a chopper nigga.

Those fufu boys? We air 'em, coroner's gone stretch 'em out
Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts
Those fufu boys? We air 'em, coroner's gone stretch 'em out
Popo and detectives gone be worryin' bout my whereabouts

Don't fuck with me, stay in your lane,
Thug everyday and never change, man.
And if I see another day,
I wake back up and do the same thing. (2x)"

Produced by BNJMN.

(Chorus credits to Freddie Gibbs and Kaytranada on their single "My Dope House", produced by Kaytranada featuring Freddie Gibbs.)



Haulze | "Gangsta Gibbs"

Cause you visioned a lot of beautiful things, 
And that's why you boo, figuring out unusual kinks. 
And I wonder if your number is the destiny, 
I'm stressing if I'm fuckin' screwed, 
I'm living without a suitable peak. 
And don't stress me out, 
Bout my attention on the net, and us progressing, 
My aggression gets the best of me how, 
You gonna tell me we just talking, 
When you like me and I like you too, 
You lying you just trying me, just testing me out, 
And this the fucking worst of all you running game on all these niggas 
While I'm on you, guess I won I got you missing me now.

I had to tip the seesaw,
Just how it's history now. 
And that shit pisses me off, 
How I was just the rebound. 

Cause you was such a sweet one, 
I'd pictured you kissing me down. 
Now I just see me snapping, 
Pics of a different me now.

You got that shit girl, and wish girl, 
We could sit this beef down. 
That's no bullshit, girl cause I miss her, 
But don't kiss no feet now. 

Girl you know we go together like noodles and soup, 
And you know that these other niggas trynna toot it and boot. 
You know he only fucking with you when dude in the mood. 
And I was showing you hella love, and you knew it's the truth. 

And shout out! to them niggas I swear they doubted me, telling me how to be, 
The figure standing in the mirror. 
You not the nigga always empowering saying he proud of me, 
Like the fucking message make my damn sense any clearer, 
Then don't fuck with me then. 
 
Cause you with him, and he's with a few women. 
When it comes to falling back I just do it, and soon finish.  
So, Annie are you okay, when you crying I'm smooth criminal. 
Annie, are you insane, are you trying to move w/ him? 

You trying to hurt me? Bitch I spit & pursue venom.
I got, good news for everyone, you and him, 
My heart start fading to black, when I limit my true feelings.
And go cold like aerola's that's soaked in the brute winter.   

See this the shit that happens when 
Bitches fall for these faggots and, 
They get to spying, crying and sluttin' round with they rachet friends.

I'm just a guy who trying to find and supply his happiness but 
it's so fucking hard when your life is a pile of tacky pins.

So try imagine this dude just came up and tried to kiss you,
Instead of saying "the fuck?", would you cry and go find a tissue. 
Or try and go find an issue with niggas, nothing to lose, 
Or try deny that I missed you, like I got something to prove?  
I'm just saying. 

It's yours if you want it, 
Fish for it, a lot of fucking fishes in the sea I missed more, 
and we'd probably be some lovers if you'd only quit whoring. 
I like single life, without the stress, but it's boring.  

Cause you visioned a lot of beautiful things, 
And that's partially the reason I'm writing musicals,  
Seems that in every situation I've covered about a lover, 
I just scribble down my thoughts for whatever using them brings. 

They usually fuck me over, 
They usually suck, 
The older I get, I'm maturing, knowing I'm soon to become the owner, 
of a couple billion dollars in currency I'm in hold of, 
and go screw a couple models like fuck it, my nigga so what! 

But fuck it baby I'm so stuck,
Sick and tired, might throw up.  
We acting childish, we wilding in silence, maybe let's grow up.
I'm trying to hold you down, have em' staring like niggas know us. 
So fuck with all this the way we beefing lately, no cold cuts.

Prod. Questlove's In The House. 

Haulze | "Singe"

(Prod. Vin Skully)

Haulze - The Subordination Orderly | Parabolic Expression 

LYRICS: (NOW ON RAP GENIUS: http://rapgenius.com/Haulze-the-subordination-orderly-lyrics)

Now let's be honest, I stayed on my Jeffery Dahmer shit. 
Rapping, I fucking murdered this contest but ain't accomplish it yet.
Fucking demolished it, Jordyn's bar's are astonishing. 
They say that, but I hate rap, I must have run out of tolerance. 

Motherfucker, you know exactly what time it is. 
Time to get to stepping before I get like Osama did. 
Got you niggas' guessing like "Did I step on a mine?" 
And bitch it's time to grab a weapon, I get in all different kinds of shit. 

My name is Haulze and you niggas gon' have to say it with me, 
Got this hocus pocus and most of it's all insane and tempting, 
Fuck them other bitches I knew one, she gave me brain and left me. 
Now I'm focused with no emotion, hopeless I'm drained and empty. 

And with the fame, it's a definite you gon' gain some envy. 
And cause I'm nice with rapping they saying look at this lame attempting. 
But it's ok, I just stay away from the stage and keep it moving if they hate me they'll catch a fist to the face and maybe (get knocked the fuck out) 

You see these venomous generous has-beens, 
I had meant to collab with, (SIKE). 
I leave those mentally dented assassins.
You expected the massive, I reflect from the average. 
I be the nigga puffing Ventolin reading this passage. 

It's like whatever these faggots catch after masturbating,
They just sell it out, that's a rapper without exaggeration, 
It be that amazing, but Haulze is active attacking dated on the day I'm fastest I'm only planning elaboration.

And don't believe in a single fact that these rappers saying,
They ain't saying much, 
It's irrelevant they procrastinating.
They steady rapping and waiting, no dedication, just claiming they didn't make it. 
Ya'll noticed most of them mad, impatient.

INSTRUMENTAL: Styles of Beyond - Survival Tactics (prod. Vin Skully)

Haulze | "The Subordination Orderly"

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