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Latest Release from Young Drummer Boy 2015 off the record label Ak47Boyz/MIH Entertainment.

Dope Like This

Smoke Session

Chris Travis - Pimp Shit Pt.2 (Bitch Betta Have My Money)

THERMITE FT. XZARKHAN

TA13OO

VENGEANCE | VENGEANCE (feat. JPEGMAFIA & ZillaKami)

download: https://we.tl/t-6ZpaEToKvx
produced by musa

lyrics

open the pack is it good enough i dont know i dont know wait
soon as i look at the gar ill know if we going far
if it seem we only got 1 we gotta hop in the car rollin red lights
killing roaches in the moonlight stay down lay down i will never go
i will make sure you are never cold you wanna buss down the ap 
you want a millie the first week you know you gotta go harder than that
ridin in the hearse all black i just wanna tell it how it is
tomorrow seems so far away i dont wanna wait i dont wanna wait
tomorrow seems so far away i dont wanna wait i dont wanna wait

TheManInTheRadiator 

Bones - TomorrowSeemsSoFarAway

DC The Don GMFU (BASS BOOSTED)

Pay Up

Moving

BigChildSupport ft Big Rockstarr - Put In Work ft. Big Rockstarr

Put In Work [ ft. Big Rockstar ]

LYRICS:

FUCK

ALL OF MY NIGGAS
ADDICTED TO DRUGS AND I CRY

DIE IN MY ARMS I PROTEST
(HOW COULD YOU’VE) x4 LEFT

WHAT’S IN MY EYES I DETEST

I SMELL THE LEAN AND THE XAN AND THE PERC 
ON YOUR BREATH

DEAF 
BLIND TO REALITY
MORALITY
MORTALITY 
VITALITY DUALITY

WHO VALUE ME?

NO ONE
GOT NO ONE
I MAKE ENDS AND I BLOW EM
CANT SHOW YOU MY VALUES CUZ I DO NOT KNOW THEM

ILL END UP BELOW THEM
BUY POISONS AND PO THEM

IT’S 1983
NEXT YEAR’S 1984 YOU WHORES

THEY CUT DOWN ALL THE TREES

THE BEES ARE DYING
WATER’S DRYING 

1983 
BET YOUR 1984 BRING CRYING

BIG BROTHER
DONT TRUST ONE ANOTHER
GET SMOTHERED BY THE COVERAGE

WE CAN SEE YOU 
WE CAN BE YOU
WE ARE NEAR YOU

WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS AND YOU FAMILY
YOU UNDERSTANDING ME?

BUGS IN TECHNOLOGY
FORMAL APOLOGIES

PIGS!

FLYING ON WINGS THAT FLASH RED AND BLUE
DYING TO SLING BRASS AND LEAD IN YOU

THEY SEE THE FEAR IN YOUR EYES
AND THERE AINT NO DISGUISE

THAT CAN HIDE ALL YOUR THOUGHTS
FROM THE INTERNET BOTS
THAT GOT INFINITE STAMINA
FIT IN YOUR CAMERA

1983
LOST MY MIND IN 84 
FOR LYING

1983
BROTHER’S WATCHING YOUR DOOR
NO DEFYING

19 RAPE MY GENES
TAKE MY DNA 
AND START UNTYING
UNWINDING

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
PLUG MY BRAIN IN 
TAKE MY SPINE OUT 
WITH NO STAINING

SURGICAL PRECISION
WHEN THEY MAKING AN INCISION
WANNA DIE DIE DIE DIE
WHY CANT I CRY

(CHAOS)

FREE FREE FREE FREE
PLEASE LET ME BE
I AM MONKEY
DONT WAN SEE SCREEN

DEAD ALREADY DEAD

WALKING CORPSES
UNSEEN FORCES
PREDETERMINED HELLBOUND
COURSES

4 HORSES
FORE IT WORSENS

1983
PEOPLE MARCHING DOWN THE STREET GET SHOT

1984
AI MARCHING DOWN THE STREET 

WE’RE NOT IN 1983

HUMAN SLAVES ON CASH
OBEY YOUR MASTER

1983 (PROD. WENDIGO)

IMMA SAY THIS CUZ IG KEEP FLAGGING ME
NO I NOT A NAZI. I'M A LOVE NAZI. 
AS IN I FORCEFULLY SPREAD MY REGIME OF LOVE

LYRICS:

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS LIKE IT’S THE HOLOCAUST
PULL UP WITH A K ON MY RIFLE THAT’S WHAT THE HOLO COST

TEACHER SAID YOU WONT BE SUCCESSFUL MAKING THOSE ANIMATIONS
SHUT YO APPLE EATING ASS UP AND DO SOME LAMINATIONS


I TEAR A PAGE OUT THE BIBLE IF I BE OUT OF PAPERS
IDLE NIGGAS WORSHIPING IDOLS PUT ACID IN YO WAFERS

PASTOR SAID YOU WONT BE SUCCESSFUL GETTING THAT BOOMING
DID I ASK YA PUSSY NIGGA YOU A HUMAN…


AND IMMA BE A STAR SOON
WAVY LIKE A,HAB HIT THAT NIGGA WITH THE HARPOON
SAVE ME I MAY, HAVE PULLED THE TRIGGA ATE SOME HARD SHROOMS
MAYBE IM FA,DED BUT I WIGGLE LIKE A CARTOON

YEAH, IIIIIII FEEL LIKE A CARTOON

I’M IN YO DEVICES
PERPETUATE YOUR VICES
IN CRISIS BUT IM THE NICEST
ALWAYS EAT YOUR FOOD WITH SPICES

PAY ATTENTION TO THE PRICES
DONT BE MADE INTO A SUCKA
YOU WONT HAVE ENOUGH FOR SUPPER
KEEP YA NUMBERS ON THE UPPER

TUPPO-WEAR EATING 
MY SEATING STEADY ON THE CARPET
I PARK IT AND THEN I SPARK IT
NO MARKETING HITTING TARGETS

I HIT LIKE GUITAR PICK
THAT STRUMMING OR LIKE DRUM
THAT BE GUNNING YOU DOWN FO FUN
I CHUCKLE AND THEN I RUN

RUN UP I DUMP IT OUT
HE WANNA THUMP IT OUT 
COKE IN A MOUNTAIN
MY BITCH GOTTA LUMP IT OUT

DONT DO NO ARGUMENTS 
PULL UP NO PARKING IT
YOU HEAR THE SOUND
WHEN MY NIGGAS IS SPARKING IT

I GOT TWO HANDS ON THAT BITCH I WONT DOUBLE BACK
I GOT THAT COOKIE IT DOUBLE WRAP

I GOT GELATO IN CUBAN TOBACCO
I POPPED A NEW BOTTLE AND BLEW OUT HER BACK HOE


I ACT LIKE A WACKO
I SPIT LIKE IM CHEWING ON YOU AND DONT KNOW WHAT
TO DO WITH THE GOO
YOU A SLIMEY ASS NIGGA YOU DRIP LIKE A GARBAGE BAG
TRY ME ILL ALWAYS PULL UP WITH A LARGER MAG

BUILT LIKE AN ARMORY
NIGGAS GOT NO CHACE OF HARMING ME
SMOKE UP A GARDEN G
I THINK IT HARDEN ME
I AM NOT HURTING MY PAIN IS TOO FAR TO SEE
BITCH IF WE KICK IT NO WAY YOU SAY NAW TO WEED


OR TO POPPING A BOTTLE
WE POP HIM HE WADDLE
I AINT NEVER DODDLE
IM KICKING THE THROTTLE
WHILE FUCKING A MODEL
I STAY AS DRAWING
YO LIFE IS NOVEL
AND MOST OF IT AWFUL

NOBODY READ   NO MORE I STAY ON THE SCREEN YOU WHORE
YOU PAY TO GET TO SEEN
YOU POOR
DONT PLAY FOR NO TEAM
IM BORED

TALKING THAT SHIT YO LIP LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE
WALK IN THAT BITCH SHOOT THE BRICKS OUT YO CASTLE
YOU ONE DEM NIGGA NOT PURSE IT’S A SATCHEL
THAT SHIT A PURSE BUT IT’S LESS OF A HASSLE

WHY IT GOT TASSELS?

WHY IT GOT TASSELS ON IT?
I WONT PASS THE CHRONIC TO YA
SUPER SONIC HOOVER
VACCUM BITCH
I PACK HER SMACKING LIPS
MY DICK ATTACK HER 
SLIP INSIDE HER BACKEND QUICK

STACKING CHIPS LIKE IT’S A PRINGLE CAN 
LET’S GET IT CRACKING BITCH NIGGA BRING IT THEN

BRING IT THEN

BITCH IM SMOKING GAS IN MY CHAMBERS LIKE IT’S THE HOLOCAUST


BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE

BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE
BITCH IM FEELING GREAT

BITCH BRING THE HATE
BRING THE SMOKE
BITCH IM FEELING GREAT
CHOP STICK GET ATE
FUCK YO FATE
CHANGE YO FUCKING STATE

UNDER SEWER GRATES
PUT THE STOCK UP TO MY WAIST
I MAKE YOU FLIP
LIKE A CAKE
FUCK YO ZIP YO COOKIE FAKE

I TEND TO TRIP 
WHEN I BAKE
PUT TOBACCO IN MY FACE
BITCH OFF THE RIP
I BE LACED
GO OUTSIDE AND CATCH A CASE

THE PUSSY WET 
FROM THE MACE
RIOT DYING IN THE STREET
KEEP UP THE PACE
FUCK YOU SLOWING FOR WE RACING
ON OUR FEET
WE MOVE WITH HASTE


I’M AMAZED
ALL THESE NIGGAS FALLING OFF
FREE FOURTEEN 
ALL THESE OTHER RAPPERS SOFT
SPIDER GANG
CHOPPA COUGH

BITCH ON PAPER I LOOK GREATER THAN PRESIDENTS
SET PREPOSTEROUS PRECEDENTS
GOT A ROSTER OF RESONANCE COPPER?
BOTHER THE RESIDENTS PROPER
STOCKING YOUR EVIDENCE LOCKER
MEDICINE SET IN’LL STOP YOUR
HEAD IN A DROPPER
I KEEP THE LEAD IN A YAPPA
I GET TO POPPING YA TOP OR
YA LEGS AND SEVER SPIT RED 
AND I DROP YA 
DEAD AND IN HEAVEN WITH PAPA

(I WRITE TOO MANY LYRICS FOR SOUNDCLOUD TO HANDLE)

HOLOCAUST (PROD. WENDIGO/LiL CUBENSiS)

RIP TO THE PEOPLE WHO LOST THEIR LIVES IN NEW ZEALAND

LYRICS:
I TOLD MY MOMMA I’D BE GREAT

I TOLD MY MOMMA I’D BE GREAT

I TOLD MY AMMA I’D BE GREAT
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF SOME LOSER
COULD CHOSE YOUR FATE

PUT A BULLET THROUGH HIS FACE

BITCH, TEST MY TEMPLE AND IT’S GATES
ALL THE PEOPLE IN MY STEEPLE KEEPING HATE
FROM THIS PLACE

EVERY TIME
I WANNA TAKE AN EYE FOR AN EYE
I REMEMBER I WILL SURELY GO BLIND

BUT
IF I COULD REWIND 
TIME
SAVE THE SOULS 
IN THAT MOSQUE…

I WOULD KILL THAT PIECE SHIT 
AT ANY FUCKING COST

DIE 
LIE IN THE DIRT
WHERE ALL THE SINNERS WENT
BURN SO THE RIGHTEOUS CAN 
PROTECT THE FUCKING INNOCENT

WORD TO ALL MY NIGGAS 
WITH TRIGGAS THAT GON DEFEND THEY KIN
SHOOT AT KILLERS THAT WILL SURRENDER
AND THEN PRETEND THEY WIN


BITCH I SAW MY MOM IN THAT WOMAN
HE TOOK A HER LIFE AWAY
SEEN IT ON THE WEB WITH MY NIGGAS
HAD NOTHING I COULD SAY

THAT LITTLE BEAUTIFUL BROWN WOMAN
COULD OF BEEN MY MOTHER
THAT GROWING TAN YOUNG MAN
COULD HAVE BEEN MY BROTHER

STARTED TO PANIC
ACTING MANIC
IM FILLING UP WITH RAGE

WHO LET THAT LIL BITCH LIVE?
IM GETTING FUCKING SET OFF
I WOULD PUT MY THUMBS INTO HIS EYES 
AND TAKE HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF
I WOULD SHOVE MY GUN TO HIS TONGUE
ALLOW THE SHIT TO LET OFF

WHO WANNA RUN UP ON MY TRIBE?
HIT YOU IN YOUR LIVER
SHOUTOUT ALLAH SHOUTOUT JESUS CHIST
BITCH I FEEL LIKE SHIVA

SHOOTER LIKE IM BUDDHA
IT DELIVER TO HIS MIND
I PRAY ONE DAY THAT THE GUN LAY
ON THE SIDE OF SOMEONE KIND

YUH
THE PEOPLE DON’T WANT WEAPONS
AINT THE PEOPLE GETTING SHOT AT 
BUY A TECH AND LEARN TO USE IT 
CUZ ONE DAY IT MIGHT BE TIME

IF SOME CRAZY NIGGA WANT IT
CHANCES ARE HE FUCKING BOUGHT IT
AND I BET IF YOU COULD CHOOSE
YOU’D HAVE A STRAP INSTEAD OF DYING

THEY WANT US TO START A WAR
IMMA START A WAR ON HATRED
AND I WONT HARM A SINGLE SOUL
UNLESS A NIGGA WANNA GET WASTED

FACE IT
IF SOMEONE WERE TO HARM HER,
YOUR MOTHER, YOU’D BE THE KARMA
TO CRUSH EM UNDER YOUR ARMOUR
NO MATTER THE RACE

AND IF YOUR LOVER WOULD
SUFFER UNLESS YOU REFUSED TO BUFFER 
AND TURN HIS MENTAL TO BUTTER 
CREATE A SHATTERED FACE

AND IF YO NIGGA WAS BLEEDING 
IN NEED OF HELP AND YOU 
SEEN THE VILLAIN WHO DID IT
YOU’D KILL HIM SPILL HIM WITHOUT A THOUGHT

AND IF MY LIFE WAS IN PERIL
AND I COULD AIM WITH A BARREL
INSTEAD OF HIDING IN TERROR
NIGGA ID BUY A GLOCK

FUCK THE LEFT WING AND FUCK THE RIGHT TOO
TWO PATHS TO EVIL IS YOUR EAGLE RED OR BLUE
PULL UP WITH THE DEAGLE, LOUD TOY INSIDE MY SHOE
IM A COWBOY AND
THERE AINT SPACE ENOUGH FOR YOU

DONT TREAD ON ME 
THAT’S WHAT MY SCOUT MASTER TAUGHT ME
SHOUTOUT MR MONSON STRUGGLING WITH HEART AND ARTERIES

TAKE MY GUNS BITCH I DARE YOU TO TRY, YUH

RUN UP ON MY TEMPLE BE AWARE YOU WILL DIE

RIP THE MEN WOMEN CHILDREN INSIDE THAT BUILDING

I KEEP ROD OF IRON PUT A DEMON THROUGH THE CEILING


FUCK THE HELTER SKELTER YOU NIGGAS IS UNFEELING

AINT NO HELP OR SHELTER AND CERTAINLY NO KNEELING

YOU HAVE BEEN INFECTED BY SOMETHING I AINT WIT THAT

FUCKING WITH THE BALANCE NO CHALLENGE  PUSH YOUR SHIT BACK


BITCH I TOLD MY MOMMA AND I TOLD MY PATTI (GRANDMA IN TAMIL)
YOU AINT TAKING SHIT WITH NO CLIP AND NO SHOTTY

IMMA DARKIE AND IM PROUD I SMOKE LOUD AND ACT NAUGHTY
I DON’T HAVE NO RACE I AINT CHASING NOBODY

FUCK EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR
FUCK EVERYTHING YOU REPPING

THIS IS A PLACE IN THESE GATES
HATE CANNOT STEP IN

NAMES OF YOUR VICTIMS
WRIT ON MY WEAPON
PUT YOU IN A HOLE WHERE YOUR
SOUL IS NOT RESTING

DON'T TREAD ON ME (PROD. WENDIGO)

LYRICS:
i took that feller round back to the water hole
i turn that critter to dust and it’s audible
i turn your 10 gallon hat to some particles
can’t even read what they wrote in my articles
I’m so illiterate
i can’t even read a little bit
i keep a banjo my hip and i diddle it

middle kid, i got some siblings
rat eat the scrap on the floor and the nibblings
i keep a bat i keep score in my back yard
my daddy fat and he poor it aint that hard

my dad republican
but he live on unemployment
farming don’t bring no enjoyment
kid’s in my town is afflicted with opiates
heroin needles addiction is copious 
never appropriate 
uncle yelling bout the soviets
taking over his associates

i’m a, country boy in my heart
i’m a, country boy in these parts
i’m a, country boy on my land
i’m a, country boy i don’t bend

uh, want some freedom i’ll deliver
uh, out in russia you might shiver
see the, moon shine inside my liver
george, shot lenny by the river

dipping tobacco inside of my lip again
ripping the back off a pack and then stick it in
spit it inside of a jar get my nicotin (nicotine)
get the fuck outta my town man I’m sick of them
methamphetamin abusers
we the better men they losers
the beggers cannot be the choosers
i be posted with my crackers
some of us blacker but that aint a factor
we packing that heat and it’s hotter than barbecue 
i’m with my doggs, that’s scooby doo marmaduke
put up a wall and i barb it too 
that way it harming you
hopping it that’s what that karma do 
i conceal carry my .38 special
especially for any devilish vessels
my rifle don’t trifle on who in it’s sights
if he evil my deagle be taking his life
and that eagle i keep on my jeep and my chevy
it fill up my heart till a part of me heavy
the levies they creaking 
the plains and the peaks
and the valleys from georgia
to cali I’m seeking

for destiny manifest
definitely can attest 
i despise everyone 
anyone’s ran against
one reason or another
whether northerner or southern
i prefer less 

stubbornness
inside the governance
i want my vote to feel less like a another miss
and like they thinking bout us normal citizens
i wonder if there’s any time to fit us in

too busy banning self defense
everybody’s tense
none of these liberals making any sense
now there’s some nazi’s that took up residence 
voted for donald and I’m still scared of pence

what the fuck is the whole country coming to?
rappers and muslims is dying and gunning too 
police get shot and they doing the killing
put end to this shit god willing

all of the innocent blood we spilling 
everyone gun on yo arm no kneeling now
here pop a pill if it’s tearing you down
welcome to new america town!

STEPPING ON MY LAAAAAND
THEN YOU GONNA CATCH THE WEAPON
(YEE HAW)
WHAT YOU CATCHING, LEAAAD FROM A SMIFF AND WESSON
(ALRIIIGHT)
IM IN THE FIELD AT 4 OCLOCK SO WHY YOU PRESSING

“CITY FOLK, CITY FOLK
WE DONT LIKE YOU CITY FOLK”

PULL UP TO MY FARM
AND IMMA HARM YOU
LET THE 50 POKE

REEEED NECK MAAAN 
TOUCH MY DAUGHTER IMMA SLAUGHTER YOU

CAUGHT HER BY THE WATER WITH A COMMIE 
SO I SHOT HER TOO

WATERLOO
SOUTH CAROLINA AND NEVADA TOO

PROUD TO BE AMERICAN IT
ISN’T GETTING HOTTER DUDE

IT ISN’T GETTING HOTTER
IM A MARTYR IM A PATRIOT

PULL UP IN A FORD, WITH THE RIFLE,
MAN HE ATE THE SHIT

PULL UP ON THE TRACTOR, WITH MY PASTOR
YOU AN ATHEIST

WE DONT NEED GUNS!
ON THE WEB? YOU THE LAZIEST

CRAZIEST!
TO THINK YOU CAN STOP
POPPING THESE ENEMIES
AND I AINT STOPPING THE DROPPING
TILL I GET TEN AT LEAST 

I TOW MAGNUMS DRINK
JACK DANIELS NOT HENNESSEY
DRAGON’S BREATH IN MY WEAPON
GET THEM FROM TENNESSEE
I COULD BURY YOU OPEN CARRY THE REMEDY
WHIPPING OUT MY PROPERTY STOP LIKE KENNEDY

HOME OF WATCHING FOX NEWS LIKE IT’S THE FUCKING PLAYOFFS
ALL THESE POLITICIANS SMOKING CRACK ROCK AND GETTING PAYOFFS

TAX PAYING
TRACK LAYING
HOPPING OUT THE BACK SPRAYING
IM VOTING
NINE TOTING
WON THE WAR AND IM GLOATING

BEER DRINKING
CLEAR THINKING
MERICAN MAN
AT THE BEACH 
A SEAGULL IS 
WEARING A CAN 

(YIPPIE KAYAY MOTHER FUCKER)

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