Just hit 5,000 plays, and I havent posted anything I've been working on in a long time. I have about 50 tracks im sorting through to get a tape together. Im Alive! If you enjoyed the track please comment like and share. I will give a shoutout to everyone who supports it. Thank you!

Im Alive (Prod. Prodigy)

This goes out to everyone listening in the Rose City. Shoutout to everyone who inspired this track and keeps telling me to create. there is no better feeling than knowing people care for what you are passionate about. I will never give up my love for art in any medium or platform. Keep creating. Keep living. Keep loving. Do whatever makes you happy and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. Enjoy!

Gametime/Nasty G. 
Written by: Hunter Busse
Mixed/Mastered: Hunter Busse
Nasty G Produced by: Retnuh (Hunter Busse)
Gametime produced by: DJ Premiere

GAME TIME:

Every time I'm on the court it's game time 
If you talk that slick then it's game time 
When I'm with the team you know it's game time
All my boys is ballers we play the game right 

Blazer fitted 
rose city 
T line snow 
Streets witty
I need that money like three fitty 
And the 6 to get shifty 
GBK the boys with me 
Since the days we stole dip
Got lips ripped grizzley 
No we sip sizzurp purp got us silly 
Still on track to get a milly 
Don't aphiliate me with hipsters
Still on Hawthorne to get my records 
And my glass from mellow mood 
I've got 6 toros in the roof rack
My shits ore-grown 
Sit back relax the wax 
Kick back be back to back
Powder coated Rims size shaq 
Rolling through the city with the pack 
Trying to make some stacks. 

All my boys is A1 play the steaks right 
Watch me step back hit that swish like I'm Ai
Hit the blunt 23 times and then we Take flight 
 Hit the bottle like artest still trying to keep my pace right


MR. NASTY G:

I got my dosia at the corner store of hogan 
Picked up a double pack of optimos and rolled Em 
Split the cigarillo like I'm Moses 
Got the FIFA lounge smeller fresher than a pound of roses 
I hope my momma won't notice 

Hit the town late night no curfew 
With a sweet tooth 
See the front row on the court seats view 
Phone call swerving 
Stone cold thirsty 
Past cold bursting 
Pouring for the homies 
Rip Jerome kersey 

Mercy mercy 
Vs the misery 
Elixir mixed with wizardry 
Sip it slow 
Cause the bottle deep 

I'm. Feet first in the rythm 
On James Bond mission 
Fission in my vision 
Getting money in all positions  
 no split decision 

And that's me
Mr nasty 
From the dirty g 



Mr. Nasty G

Teamed up with MoFat AKA Jack Kelley for this throwback style jam. Portland to the bone. Rose City Stand up. Let us know what your favorite line is, and we will shout you out. Much love to everyone that is rocking with me. I love doing this shit. Big ups to the production. 

Bones (Prod. MoFat)

Peace Tree
Four Years of Work
Four Years if Life
Many Nights Thinking
Many Nights Dreaming

Release
Spread far
Spread Wide
Come Back And Visit

One More Year Until Completion
One More Year Until Dreams Come True
One More Year
 
This Is A Long Time Coming
A Long Time Spent 
A Long Time Thought
A Long Time

Thank you to all who have been a part of this journey. it has been a wide spectrum of existence. A lot of time to experience and learn. Without expression that clock ticking would have turned to wrinkles. I have never felt more free. This letter is really to my future self. Keep living,,,Keep Searching for Happiness and remember, no moment is dull.

-Hunt

Peace Tree

ZOO (Prod. Hunt A.K.A.)

Mr. Rain Feat $age (Prod. Hunt A.K.A.)

Cruising to the midnight mood
We Lost in the rhythm of the moon
seeking peace in the depths of blue
Heats rising of the engine as we zoom 
Meeting evil at the pier as we consume
Each variety of vibes from the electric sky
No point in counting time when the hands don’t slide
Confronting all my demons in my rear view why they staying on my trail like flashing lights
Always in a high speed chase with no destination 
Only god can judge me, I was late to my arraignment 
I was out late chasing rain drops on the pavement 
Only I in the eye of storms when the hurricane hits 
Im controlled by the matrix 
When I close my eyes all I see is blank faces
Im a sleepy ghost all I leave is blue tracers

Cruising to the midnight mood
We Lost in the rhythm of the moon
seeking peace in the depths of blue
Heats rising of the engine as we zoom 
Meeting evil at the pier as we consume
Each variety of vibes from the electric sky
No point in counting time when the hands don’t slide
Confronting all my demons in my rear view why 
they leave me guessing 
On the intersection 
Second guessing when I feel affection
Here one second than I’m evanescent 
Illusion present the mirage infectious
I wish it was as simple as the movies
Catch it on the real like its fuji
Circling the block till im woozy
Just me with my mind on a doobie
My mind is going hollow when I raise up Petey Pablo
I been going crazy like if nana hit the lotto
Rapping round broadway till all I hear is bravo 
I ll be chasing dreams till all I see is blannco 

Cruising to the midnight mood
We Lost in the rhythm of the moon
seeking peace in the depths of blue
Heats rising of the engine as we zoom 
Meeting evil at the pier as we consume
Each variety of vibes from the electric sky
No point in counting time when the hands don’t slide
Confronting all my demons in my rear view why 

they chasing me chasing me 
Im no chevy chase I haven’t made many enemies 
Ive been running feels like a century 
Sending me messages begging me
to give up the fight like the mobs on their side
Like im in debt for gambling 
my Light inn the darkest times 
In a shadow of a silhouette 
I hide 
Watching the clock but the hands dont slide
I bottle my sighs toss in the ocean my crys
Ive been on a path trying to find some enlightenment 
Devil on my shoulder co-signing sins 
Following ghosts into war im fighting with my pride again
mixed with my visual reality the brightest dim
I take my boys everywhere I go because Im paranoid
my minds playing tricks on me 
I got respect for all the souls that aura thats gold 
Maybe I would shine if I would just quit doubting me

Cruising to the midnight mood
We Lost in the rhythm of the moon
seeking peace in the depths of blue
Heats rising of the engine as we zoom 
Meeting evil at the pier as we consume
Each variety of vibes from the electric sky
No point in counting time when the hands don’t slide
Confronting all my demons in my rear view why

Midnight Mood (Prod. Ae Beats)

Stripes (Prod. Versus Beats)

Double Header - Poor man

Lyrics: 

well hello there 
its smokey the bear 
puffing a pound keep me clear below the hair 
Im a mirage this a glare 
this life isn’t fair 
Scale double tared
Im extra rare like I cook this up at ringside
Huntaka John Cena in the CIA
Im a giant with a sci fi chain
Flip a finger like the B side pay
dues to the east side 
Haze the weed I blaze 
In a different astroplane 
beat gave me brain 
On a hound thats grey 
keep a 45 shade like sway 
Im able like im Kane
Welcome to the land of the brave 
Where you slither and slave 
We just uncut Caine 
we just what they crave 
Im just whats his name 
David Blaine 
house of cards meet flames
Running coin like sonic these legs Blurry  curry deranged 
im just breaking the angst 
my layers all parlayed
I been dealing with sleep paralysis 
Up late late live for moans they sound like ballads and shit
chamber of secrets 
Im down where the basilisk lives
No one said that I was proud of this shit
But im bound to the 6
66 sick tricks getting played 
Like the devil got a puppet 
Smoke a wu and bring the ruckus 
Shaking of the rust 
This psychopathic mathematic deduction

Half and half I bet on life
When these troubles challenge my mind
Death comes in threes 
We like the three blind mice
If my soul had a price 
It would be 30 times this ice
In dame babes neglecting my nikes

This is chess carefully move the pawns in the night 
Like Clyde imma glide through the pine 
Hardwood shake the gym up
Im killing this game since I was simba 
Keep the semi tip tucked 
Like Barkley catch me in chucks
I keep the king down and ace up 
21 savage with the whip uh 
Christen the christen with a big blunt 
No need to mix up 
Religions with infamy 
Im the big show rappers little league similes 
Literally I will murder thee
With words schemes simply 
Cocaine got em jittery 
these other rappers chicken doused in hickery 
And im rotweiller 
With no training 
Stop lying 
You pussys 
Just muffled static 
I craft legacies sharp and strong like a cactus 
While I keep you laughing you actually just the hater catfished
Burning inside like Clackamas
Drank some activist 
Im always with the raddest bitch 

This is Molly zombie robotics
Give the man antibiotics before he turns bionic
Each joint hyperbolic 
All my cali super chronic 
Smoking in my whip leather seats looking like johndas 
And when John spits venom hit the cortex 
Like crash bandicoot 
Bandersnatch your black mirror 
Ban this dude

Hunt A.K.A

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