instrumentals to this wonderful project i helped make https://m.soundcloud.com/leosierra/inspectah-k-leo-sierra

tracklist:
1. clark kent
2. treasure trove
3. judge judy (w/https://m.soundcloud.com/beemouu)

shoutout leo n the rest of badlush
shoutout beemouu for the lab

in limbo longtime (instrumentals)

mlb archive..

tape battle 022

ripdejas - ilikeem

submission for a silly little beat battle teehee

ayo oddwin

can't tolerate

water intake

made this tape in like, two days, most of the samples are from songs ive been binging lately so yall get to know my references a lil more. (BONUS TRACK ON BANDCAMP)

0:00 - knuckles intro;
0:11 - done;
1:02 - coracao;
1:43 - diga que sim;
2:35 - conto de fadas; (big up devin morrison, u the goat)
3:53 - fluorescentlightbulbs;
4:38 - somenushi;
5:45 - lostya; (big up fat family)

https://gedois2.bandcamp.com/album/tape-im-literally-knuckles

tape im literally knuckles gedois

retribution (icxychoppedmixx)

MOBBIN (Prod. P4KChris)

Yo, the Lord our Saviour, but the devil deceiving,
Congregation stealing, grand theft from the preacher,
Bamboozled by the treacherous leaders,
Sippin’ on that poison, got us all misbelieving.

Weaponry ban, narcos on demand,
Fed us lies, proposed white Jesus, that’s the plan,
Jungle fever, black man can’t be a believer,
Took the soul from the block, we shout for a rebirth.

Who we supposed to believe?
When the hands of the thieves, covered in blood, weave,
Business degrees get sent to the squat,
Rot, or get caught with a weapon in your hand, hot.x2

They preach love but live hate,
In a church where the truth’s got a twist of fate,
Evil creeping, like a thief in the night,
While we sing hallelujah, truth’s outta sight.

Grannies grieved, buried babies under the ground,
Dog-house rabies, lost but never found,
Spirit whisperin’, mislead in the night,
Deceive us, but we allocate all praises to Christ.

Who we supposed to believe?
When the hands of the thieves, covered in blood, weave,
Business degrees get sent to the squat,
Rot, or get caught with a weapon in your hand, hot. x2

Cutthroat, oak tree, and a rope,
Used to hang, now we hang with no hope,
What's your plan? Do you have one?
Or are you just here for the anthem, son?

Summoned those demons, dressed in noir,
Ski-mask ways, fresh cigar,
How far you willing to take it?
Waiting for the throne, while the truth’s vacant.

Who we supposed to believe?
When the hands of the thieves, covered in blood, weave,
Business degrees get sent to the squat,
Rot, or get caught with a weapon in your hand, hot. x2

Yo, the Lord our Saviour, but the devil deceiving,
Congregation stealing, grand theft from the preacher,
Bamboozled by the treacherous leaders,
Sippin’ on that poison, got us all misbelieving.

Weaponry ban, narcos on demand,
Fed us lies, proposed white Jesus, that’s the plan,
Jungle fever, black man can’t be a believer,
Took the soul from the block, we shout for a rebirth.

Who we supposed to believe?
When the hands of the thieves, covered in blood, weave,
Business degrees get sent to the squat,
Rot, or get caught with a weapon in your hand, hot.x2

They preach love but live hate,
In a church where the truth’s got a twist of fate,
Evil creeping, like a thief in the night,
While we sing hallelujah, truth’s outta sight.

Grannies grieved, buried babies under the ground,
Dog-house rabies, lost but never found,
Spirit whisperin’, mislead in the night,
Deceive us, but we allocate all praises to Christ.


ayo oddwin

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