It’s Mr. Burned down your town that’s madness, spit verbs and nouns like Mad Libs, in turn I’m out like Mather’s dad is, rappin’ as I’m passin’ cabbage, go savage like Taylor Kitsch and Aaron Johnson, you can call me mainstream but never spittin’ with generic conscious, kickin’ ass and causin’ Action as I’m blarin’ Bronson, scarin’ autists, apparent raw shit
The pestilence is imminent, heed the blessings of the ignorant
Havin’ sex with the penmanship, think you’re the best shit? Let’s test who is the bigger bitch, I’m nesting in the biggest den
With so much drugs, I’m never with the innocence
The weaponry is big as shit, smith wessonin’ your ligaments
Disheveling your heavenliness, severing your neck and then this kid is never leavin’ evidence
I been needing to find the meaning of life, but all I’m seeming to find is greenery lighted and meaningless hype
Teetering lies when reading the lines, seemingly I’m misreading the signs, misleading the wise, cleverly breeding designs, proceeding to grind, this rhymin’ guy indeed he is high, style easily fly
Magical rhymin’ like hocus pocus, you give beats hopeless notions, blowin’ potent smoke in the open, so stoned, this, bloke is slowly losing focus, no shit, rhymin’ slow like a poet in slow motion from too many doses of hallucinogens, isn’t that atrocious
Schoolin’ em, better pick up the pencil, get some credentials, fix up your mental, sick stuff essential
Romance and cigarettes, givin’ cold hands and fingertips, bold mans get ignorant, go ham, belligerent
I make it rock like a Zeppelin concert
Break shit and roar like a wreckless monster
Wreck your daughter, like Tech it’s slaughter, mind wrecked with blotter, I’m vexed from shots, sir
Not much for the talking, more for the bottle poppin’, so put a sock in it and pop lock and drop it, stop like an octagon, on top like a god is on, the riot’s on, breakin’ glass and burnin’ shit like Molotov, darkness or the light? Better pick which of the sides you on, never losin’ sight, the guap is what my mind is on
Born evil, call me Stewie Griffin, need more weed so, call me doobie hittin’, she want the D though, call me blew from women, and yo check my Steelo, young so you can call me new edition, time to take over the world yo who is with it? Want the difference so it’s Obama flow speakin’ of change, reakin’ of pain from all my years of sufferage like women’s rights, still no respect for em, guys talkin’ bout how they hit it twice, is it wrong or is it right? Whatever though, I’ll just continue to live my life, like a seagull, fly, labeled satan worshipper so you can call me demonized, white kid, black music, call it equalized
See the lies hidden deep inside, green gets light by the government? It’d easily be legalized, so give it a try and free your mind, don’t be so freakin’ shallow, burn a nigga so hard that I’m thinkin’ he’s gon’ need some aloe, they see that I’m white with skills and they ask me how though? I tell em I just kill it like a noose on the gallows.

Romance & Cigarettes

My rap name is now High Def in case you're wondering at the end.

fuck widdit tho

Red Dot Music

Beat: Uppers by Stooki Sound & Carmack
shout outs to them for this dope ass beat
but anyway yeah original rap by me

lyrics:
Came blazin’ in Mercedes with .380s; goin’ crazy, innovative; so creative, niggas prayin’ like it’s Pagan, tongue blazin’; food from Cajuns, fuck tenacious; Super Saiyan, crush your nation with a statement, no debatin’, I’m the greatest
Always strapped, you would swear that I’m related to the stainless
Stacks so fat, call that shit inflated like some wages
Got your girl quickly naked then we fuckin’ conjugated
She calls me her holy savior, gets down on her knees like prayin’
Yeah, can’t see me ‘cause I’m faded
Go harder than some pavement
Down to fuck; sex in the basement
Wonder who’ll finish first like races
I’m ahead of the game like stages
No pain, no gain so I’m sadist
Baddest whips like it’s enslavement
Man I spit so hot, I’m kin to the sun
Step to me? No homo but these niggas get fucked
An ignorant fuck, kissing the blunts, like the women I fuck, kids think they tough? Well kid that’s a bluff
Yo, pissed off as Rick Ross when at a Phish concert
Finna shit on you big talkers tryin’ to crip walk it
Fresh writtens, pen proper and I spit lager
‘Fore you kids talk or spit flawed hear my big sonnet
I’m blowin’ loud profound, man I can’t hear a sound
But you’re in crowds announcin’ nouns? Allow for me to ground and pound
Like beef is, but I ain’t for the beef shit, leave niggas steamed like Cleveland, step up to the team and get reaped, bitch, like demons
Your girl follow me like Jesus, true that I’m the King, no Stephen
Speedin’ by policemen with my weed lit and it’s reekin’
And now that pussy lookin’ like a Geyser
She say that she love me but man I don’t even like her
Best new rhymer; double XL freshman cypher
Spittin’ fire without any matches or a lighter
Damn, so scandalous, pussy ass niggas can’t handle this, leave bitches broke no bandages, while I get the ho’s like Santa is
Yeah, and they call me the Hulk ‘cause I’m incredible
Leave your ass fucked up like you was eatin’ edibles
Schoolin’ all these niggas; I’m the man behind the pedestal
Impeccable, and hella dope, the best to flow you better know
Sip Bacardi with some hotties at a party they blow molly off my body
And my cock be almost Godly
That’s why naughty hoes they call me
Eat her up, man, I’m a zombie, now she’s wet like she was sobbing, 
fuck her daughter, I’ll be rocking
Never gave a shit like I was pissin’ put the keys in the ignition if you wanna go the distance my shoes tied yet I am trippin’ turn you snitches into fiction I’m so fly like I’m a pidgeon if I see those blue light bitches like a redneck I’ll be dippin’, have you swimmin’ with the fishes if you is my competition, fuck a bitch in cuffs like she’s imprisoned, then I kick her out like an eviction, niggas say they fly but they’re just chicken, like Cheech and Chong, them bongs I’m rippin’ your shit I am takin’ but that is just a given
Man I’m blowin’ up, like I’m smokin’ on that gas
Got your girlfriend in the bed, recreatin’ cinemax 
Kill you on the tracks like a superstar athlete
Runnin’ trains on your women, this a fuckin’ track meet
You just a rat who tats like Mac 10s, paper plastic; I am baggin’ all you fags who suck at rappin’ cuz I have a fuckin’ passion to put wack kids in the past tense, spittin’ over dope ass trap shit, ain’t no stoppin’ Hunter’s madness, shockin’ critics like wool fabric



Uppers

shoutouts to Pittmayne for the beat! https://soundcloud.com/pittmayne-1

this is a very sad but true rap about our society

lyrics:
I don’t rap, I pour my heart out into a microphone
Blinded by the light, need a guide dog to guide me home
You rappers see as much as Styrofoam microscopes, strikin’ domes, in deep water like hydrophones
Seems all everyone wants is to bring the violence, touch on some privates, close victim’s eyelids, start riots, make it rain like changin’ climates, get high like pilots, steal money like pirates, a Public Enemy, bringin’ the noise until it falls silent
All your lies and penmanship
Slaughter minds with ignorance
All your lives you’re intimate
But can you pause your lives and end the shit?
'Cause it’s not right and I fuckin’ feel it in my gut, tryna touch the ceilin’, but can’t deal with gettin’ up, people stealin’, killin’, I ain’t dealin’ with it much, but I can’t make a change cuz’ what I’m givin’ isn’t much
And I used to have the heart of a lion, but now I swear it’s like my heart is always cryin’, too much dyin’, too much sufferin’ too much fightin’ with our loved ones, too much climbin’ to the top just to try to be triumphant, and the problem is adjustin’ to societary judgments, you’re not stylish then you’re nothin’, no survivin’ with no toughness, guys’ll fight kids for some hundreds, eyes are blinded by the gov’ment, lives are minused unlike pluses, violent riots causin’ ruckus
There’s no motivation left in the nation, tryna be stronger like super saiyan, how can I make it when Satan’s even prayin, need resuscitation from my termination, hood niggas in the hospital, urban patients, molestation, penetration of underage kids, segregation, murderous temptation, desperation, rapin’ in the basements, blowin’ people’s brains in to the pavement, so much hatin’, no lovin’ so my heart’s achin’, hands shakin’, now I got questions and statements, like is this really the reason that we were all created?
We’re all humans, man, we shouldn’t have to fear one another, you can’t even trust your brother or your mother, you can’t even trust a lover, they’ll just milk you like an udder and it seems this whole world is dominated by the Southern, talkin’ bout the underground, no undiscovered rappin’, so yes my soul is bright but my heart is charred and blackened
 

Cold Hearts

Alan, Cole, and I freestyling over Ball So Hard by Hucci & Stooki Sound. #OOHKILLEM

Order:
1. Baby Tomahawk
2. Me
3. Cole

Ballin' Too Hard ft. Baby Tomahawk & Cole

kilt dat shit call it scottish

100% dome written

duncan-plemmons productions

n!666a W3 EL!m!n@t3 ft. Cole Plemmons

had to post this because i was listening and i miss my niggas.

Cypher Nigga

I fucked up once but I recorded this so many times that I don't even give a fuck.

Lyrics:
The cash flows like it’s the ocean
I cause commotion with the flow switch
Rhymes got the flu because they so sick
Blow the smoke out, when I smoke loud but make no sounds
Niggas mad cuz my flow style’s so damn profound
The renowned unbound master, rather dapper
Killin’ they dads so now they bastards
In a book this’d be the chapters where your ass gets blasted
Because I’m getting sick and tired of just “average rappers”
I’ll just have to show you what your aftermath is
White rapper spittin’ greatly like that Rabbit Marshall Mathers
Your crew got wrecked because I was the attacker
The money stacker, blunt asher, my rhymes school em’ so hard I should take these rappers to class sir
Showin em’ a criminal who’s kilin’ individuals
Whether it’s gun fire or they head under the swimmin pool
Kinda spiritual when I go lyrical, ironic for a white kid to kill this flow, now that’s satirical
You see me as an enemy cuz’ me and your girl got chemistry, but don’t freak with me, man I’ll turn you to an entity, I’ve got the tendency to devour these frequencies, because I’m eating these freakin’ remedies, spittin’ these lyrics so you hear it and cheer it, claimin’ it breaches extremities, and it’s funny how you’re disregarded like words in parentheses, My thought process isn’t clouded by the sounds of you rappers astounded by the nouns that I spit while I frown upon you clowns who’s brainwashed by the industry, bitches please
All I want is to expose you rapper’s average lives
Not have the youth blinded by savage lies about how they make more cash than all of their dads combined just because they write average rhymes about the classic times, you’ll just find that these bastards lie about their cash and crimes, so fuck you rappers and your so called ballin’ ass rapper’s lives, and this rhyme does have lies but I could care less about you faggot’s opinions
Cops be up in our business, I’m up on their wishlist, I got multiple hoes so yo, Merry Christmas, niggas actin’ crazy but this that intense shit, robotrippin’ solo spittin’ hoes get dicks in, coldest shit spit, I hope we sinnin’ cuz otherwise, we wouldn’t be recognized, check the rhymes I spit hella fine, seven nines in your chest and mind, and I’m just chillin’ deliverin’ the best of rhymes
So don’t be overhead, watchin’ us like eagle eyes, legal or not this weed’ll light and we’ll see the sights of a freakin’ high, and maybe finally we’ll have peace of mind and won’t only see the demise and the cheats and lies 


DSL - Da Special List Rap

this is my rap soundcloud. my rap name is High.Def, because HD is my initials, my lines are High.Def because of the multi syllable lyricism, and am i High? Def. my strongest influences are DOOM, Earl Sweatshirt, The Palmer Squares, The A$AP Crew (mostly Rocky), The Pro Era Crew (RIP STEEZ), MellowHype, Biggie Smalls, Logic, Grieves, Eyedea & Abilities, Chip Tha Ripper, and Tha Eastsidaz. i also sing and play guitar but it's not working too well for me as far as recognition or anything. listen to my music and then show it to your friends, it'd mean the world to me. also if anyone wants to collaborate, request/make beats for me to go on, request topics to rap about, etc. feel free to message me!

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