Neanderthal.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Produced by Tony Fadd.
LINK TO LYRICS: http://rapgenius.com/3-15-neanderthal-lyrics

Neanderthal
3-15

//Chorus//
//Y'all better make way for the whole crew
Smell the forest when we roll through

We jammin'; we trappin'
We swangin'; beat's bangin'

Y'all know what that mean

My crew's goin' hard like a Neanderthal. X4//

1st Verse: (3-15)
We cuttin' like it's nothin';
We twisted cause we buzzin'
Lil' nigga came from nothin' -still stuck in nothin'
Still, I'm puffin' -not discussin' what I'm feelin'; always brushin'
Everything off like it's never more than rubbish
Smoke the pain off e'rything I feel
Let the Cap'n Morgan take the wheel
And for now I take this pill
I'm feelin' this chill; I'm ill with this skill
I'm stealin' the seals, and deliver this thrill
Get ready for the kill as you're listenin' to a real
Nigga hustlin' for a deal
Locals and majors only rappin' for a sale
Tired of givin' my son a Happy Meal
But I'm rawthentic and I meant it
When I said we got 'em; KSE's not rented
It's exclusive -intrusive to the game; we set and ordain
Destined to reign; don't question the name
I'm next to the plate
Battin'; I'm attackin' all these niggas with effective, insane
Tension and rain lyrics 'til I'm messin' they brain
Yeah, I'm testin' the waves
I'm inked up like my notebooks
Tree'd up like I grow roots
Hurtin' these niggas like low hooks
Cocky confidence; king wit' a castle and dope crooks
Slow it down for these hoes
Show me how it goes
Then I backhand ya wit' it as I start to rap and roam
I'm Zeuin'; gonna ruin' everything that you've been doin'
I'm persuin' superhuman illusions; soothin' youth kids
Now I'm cruisin'; never stoopin' to be losin' cause I'm choosin' to be boomin'
Typhon out, nigga

//Chorus//
//Y'all better make way for the whole crew
Smell the forest when we roll through

We jammin'; we trappin'
We swangin'; beat's bangin'

Y'all know what that mean

My crew's goin' hard like a Neanderthal. X4//

//Chorus//
//Y'all better make way for the whole crew
Smell the forest when we roll through

We jammin'; we trappin'
We swangin'; beat's bangin'

Y'all know what that mean

My crew's goin' hard like a Neanderthal. X4//

3-15 - Neanderthal

Sweat.
Produced by J.D Beatz.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15

3-15 - Sweat

Carry On.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Produced by Breezy Beats

Lyric video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PxJYiesYSA&t=5s

1st Verse:
Momma got us on a plane; I was 'bout two.
Left grandma's house; this where I was brought to.
A home where a chance at life was possible.
Momma barely 19 and goin' through every obstacle.
Paid the bills and fed my stomach; then I thought, "where my dad at?"
Guess the bottle kept him home; what a whack ass.
Instead, a mother gave her first-born a life with potential.
Instead, the son grew up rappin' to instrumentals.
What can I say? I got a thing for hypin' a crowd and rappin'.
I know it's pointless chasin' somethin' might not get you stackin'.
But it's dreams everyone revisits through the years.
It's what makes it worth it when our heart's flooded with tears.
It's what makes us feel we can conquer our fears.
It's what makes me feel some purpose amongst my peers.
Not an honor roll student; much less an athlete.
But a verse for every word I can't speak; that's a rap sheet.
Bar after bar since Lot Whitcomb.
Now it's 21 and up shows with my bros and I rock wit' 'em.
Four years as a mustang; I'm off to the next chapter.
Perhaps school or a title's better than bein' the best rapper.
Leavin' behind e'rything I've come to know.
The music will have to wait 'til the soldier's made it home.
The days have gone by like the pages in my notebooks.
Sittin' in class -think of sixteens and dope hooks.

//Chorus//
//But I've grown to see the world keeps turning.
Letting go of any hate inside me burning.
When my day comes, my life won't be a waste.
Inner peace puts me at ease, whenever I meet my fate.

My thoughts when I'm in my zone.
Rappin' and smokin' all alone.
Love it when a verse turns into song.
Music helps me carry on.//

3-15 - Carry On

Typhon (Swear 2 God).
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Produced by Karltin Bankz.

Typhon (Swear 2 God)
3-15

//Chorus//
//I swear to God,
man, I'm underrated.
I swear to God,
If I'm not loved, I'm hated.
I swear to God,
It's time they make a payment.
I swear to God,
man, I'm underrated.

I swear to God, (swear to God) X4//

1st Verse:
Swear to God I'm in your dream -I'm Freddy Krueger; last thing you want is to mess with me.
I'm a stressed MC.
'Cause of fake rappers in my city, all the realness is left to me.
Fifteen -what a bad disease.
He spits sixteens with ease; he's the sickening beast.
He's the bee's knees with the neat beats and the sweet treats; the scene teens -the Ivy League elite.

Fake name for girls in the hills; Spic name don't impress mommy and daddy.
White girls are cute, but bimbos with friends -swear they always get chatty.
Been a while since I fucked a mixed bitch with a fatty.
Thank God even my baby momma low-key a baddie.
Got a dub in the club; all I need is a caddy.

Real shit, I hate that my city don't recognize a real spitta when they hear one.
I'm a monster on the mic, and I'm ready to bite. A top dog -shit, I ain't seen none.
Been rappin' since oh-seven; seven years in the makin'.
Barely 19, and my plays been raised an' I swear it's an epidemic and mayhem takin',
over the town, with the crew wit' me and I swear we up and comin'.
Other so called rappers in the region soundin' seasoned; want beef -they better come up with somethin'.
Shit, there I go again rappin' like I'm the hottest; must be the tree I'm puffin'.
I'm a lightweight in the octagon as with my drinkin'; few shots -ooh wee, I'm buzzin'.
Sting like a bee, and don't fuck with the venom I spit.
Lyrical, and bangers and other strange music 'til I get a feature with Em, Jarren, even Tech and then Rittz.
Elementary school -I wrote my verses like Dr. Suess.
Now I'm graduated; my reign's somethin' I ought to prove.
A monument or mountain that's hard to move.

Harry took down Voldemort, so how could I not lay these clowns to rest?
Knu Skool and Fif are the only dudes spittin' truth in the booth that hang around, I guess.
Fucked my 5th grade crush at prom and she was a white bombshell in her dress.
So I know I got game for the dames, and good dick for a trick; either way, I'm not impressed.
I know I got it in me to prove myself superior,
to all my fellow locals, and doubters who knew me through the years.

Jupiter and Neptune behind me, so don't take me lightly.
I don't need Zeus, or the Energizer bunny to prove, I got the power to keep goin' like lightening.

It's another Typhon flow, and I'll be damned if ya suckas don't feel me.
It's a parallel universe and method of spittin' that I'm revealing.
Give a fuck if I'm appealing to die-hard lyricals or radio waves.
I just want my shit and voice recognized whenever the fuckin' stereo plays.

Three dash one five; in other words, it's Fif, yo.
I switch flows; I sip slow.
I jizz hoes; those rich folk.
I spliff smoke, and a well-known skitzo for ill shows.
The Swish dro'd and she'll bone.
A suicide; swell deep-throat.

I'm a cocky confident dude,
and maybe it's got something to do,
with my confident cockiness, obvious, rude,
blunt traits I got from my mother, and soon,
Im'a fly over the border again; maybe enjoy some time on a cruise,
and nut kick daddy for not calling or writing for my birthday starting at two.

I swear I'm just a kid that learned to make words bend and twist.
If I don't make somethin' from this rappin' then damn I'm pissed.
Least it gets me chicks, and weed that questions how we exist.
If you like this verse, follow me; the rest can suck a dick and be dismissed 'cause,

//I swear to God,
man, I'm underrated.
I swear to God,
If I'm not loved, I'm hated.
I swear to God,
It's time they make a payment.
I swear to God,
man, I'm underrated.

I swear to God, (swear to God) X4//



3-15 - Typhon (Swear 2 God)

From the Ashes.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Produced by Sin V Style.

From the Ashes
3-15

//Minor-Chorus//
//From the ashes they left on the ground,
comes the chosen for the hopeless as we startin' to drown.
Everyday's another chance with this gift I found.
I just hope we live a better life next time around.// X2

1st Verse:
Ever feel like you try your hardest and end with nothin'?
I often wonder if I'm even meant for somethin'.
I'm condemned to somethin'.
It's the pen and crushin',
bars that left me scarred.
My hope is jarred.
I'm descendant from afar.
I'm not meant to live where paychecks are the value of my worth.
I was a leader of revolutions before my birth.
Was it aligned stars or a broken condom that made this legend?
Ill thoughts from a nerd rapper just to plague his nation.
My words are scripted for your soul to understand.
I'll touch the lives of e'ryone, no matter what's at hand.
I speak for all the souls that are trapped in shadows.
Only we can free ourselves from our cage and shackles.
Just believe that you can do it, and then watch yourself rise.
You can see that shit happen; just stop and close your eyes.
It's a world of opportunity; your own to control.
So call the shots and deal the hands 'cause we grind too hard to fold.

//Chorus//
//Can't you see all the ruins that we're building?
It's behind the sword and shields that we're wielding.
This ain't imperialism or darwinism.
Maybe it's just me with this tree when I drown in wisdom.
Or maybe I'm the vision… X4//

2nd Verse:
I could rap 'bout this and that, but I know I could do better.
Classmates rapped about the norm, but I knew better.
I wanna break boundaries and set a higher standard.
Rap's been a game to newbies and that's why it's slandered.
My aim's not for luxury; I'm tryna get my family out.
Finish with a suit and tie when the crew and I came hand me downs.
A diploma's all I got -but even Bill became a billionaire.
Tony got that tiger; I guess success is in the air.
It's a dream, it's a must; it's the thing that I trust.
But will it be the thing that leaves me suffering or stuck in dust?
My cards are comin' to a kingdom, but I feel I'm 'bout to flush.
Bet my high school teachers think I won't amount to much.
Bet my classmates labeled me a stoner loner goin' nowhere.
I'm a performer -not a poser- and I'll show 'em I have no fear.
A voice in this universe; a kid who learned to flow.
Just lightin' up y'all spirit before mine starts burnin' slow.

//Minor-Chorus//
//From the ashes they left on the ground,
comes the chosen for the hopeless as we startin' to drown.
Everyday's another chance with this gift I found.
I just hope we live a better life next time around.// X2

3rd Verse:
See, we think we know it all; think we'll make it last.
Reality is future generations will suffer from our past.
We live it and they lived it; so we pointin' all these fingers.
World issues masked by athletes, suits, and us -singers,
but hey, I'm tryna do this shit how it's supposed to.
Or else a better world ain't nothin' we'll be close to.
The life of a starvin' artist -be happy it never chose you.
Even Van Gogh would have an idea 'bout what we go through.
All bullshit aside, I do this 'cause it's worth it.
A story without conflict makes the ending far from perfect.
In a shallow pool, only the big fish get to surface.
We're not hermit or some vermin -this just life, it just worsens.
This isn't nourishment.
It's discouragin' -so let's burn this then.
Write up another endin' for the next of kin.
Salvage Mother Earth who's birthin' them.
Father Time will turn and then,
we'll be documented by the future media.
All they'll say will be, "Remember Them".

//Chorus//
//Can't you see all the ruins that we're building?
It's behind the sword and shields that we're wielding.
This ain't imperialism or darwinism.
Maybe it's just me with this tree when I drown in wisdom.
Or maybe I'm the vision… X4//

//Minor-Chorus//
//From the ashes they left on the ground,
comes the chosen for the hopeless as we startin' to drown.
Everyday's another chance with this gift I found.
I just hope we live a better life next time around.// X2



3-15 - From The Ashes

Tryin'.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Produced by RicandThadeus.

Tryin'
3-15

//Chorus//
//I'm just a soul; I accept my past shapes who I am right now, or whoever I will be.
But it's up to me do what I can with what I have, or else I'm left empty.

I'm tryin'; I'm tryin'.
With my knee on the ground, I swear I'm tryin'.//

1st Verse:
Used to go to class; yard sale clothes kept me warm throughout the rainy days.
It's a long road ahead and I learned that in many ways,
and throughout the years, somehow a frown came from my friendly face.
I'm hopin' this music I'm drawn to will maybe save me change.
A scholar turned to master; my lyrics basic chatter.
I'd scatter matter 'til it's flatter than plaster, but that's not what I'm after.
I wanna get higher than Saturn; just enlighten your mind.
I'm a 90's child  -I refuse to let the media be blindin' my eye.
Used to wanna be fightin' some crime; then I got good at writin' some rhymes.
Should'a kept my focus on school, but I sucked anyway -so I'm content with this life.
I was youngin'; thought I was thuggin'.
Middle school sucked an' high school was judgment.
Now, I'm graduated -barely made it- that was luck, man.
Doubtin' my options, but is it in my path to go to college?
I'm sayin', it's lies and the right connects that gets you in the oval office.
Hustle off that minimum; rock stages e'ry now and then.
Wow, it's been quite a life since two-thousand ten.

//Chorus//
//I'm just a soul; I accept my past shapes who I am right now, or whoever I will be.
But it's up to me do what I can with what I have, or else I'm left empty.

I'm tryin'; I'm tryin'.
With my knee on the ground, I swear I'm tryin'. X2//

3-15 - Tryin'

Never Even Knew Me.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Produced by ID Labs.

Never Even Knew Me
3-15

//Chorus//
//From Whitcomb to high school,
we left innocence.
Things ever since have been intense, when we reminisce,
and now they talkin' like they don't like the new me,
but these muafuckas never even knew me. X2//

1st Verse:
See, now I done seen some things and done some things that I'm not proud of.
My peers since the fourth grade could pro'lly tell ya all about 'em.
They could tell ya 'bout this 'spic Javier and this and that between the halls, but for real, I think they all forgot him.
I was young and blind to the big picture; couldn't see beyond the classroom.
Somehow made it all the way to high school; barely passed through.
Man, homework was a joke when I was dealin' with a single-mother home at two.
At the sitter's, kids pickin' on my kid-brother; had to beat 'em to the bone.
Tennis racket to they head and pleadin' for they mom.
Since then, I knew life wasn't gon' be easy.
Wonderin' when I'll sleep into Death's hands and stop breathin'.

//Chorus//
//From Whitcomb to high school,
we left innocence.
Things ever since have been intense, when we reminisce,
and now they talkin' like they don't like the new me, but these muafuckas never even knew me. X2//

2nd Verse:
Ran with the big kids; graffiti's the agenda.
Cuffs on my wrists at thirteen; I remember.
Momma divorced, and siblings still growin' up.
I got a father somewhere out there and still ain't showin' up.
Now, take a good look at me; I ain't turned out too bad.
Paychecks gotten bigger, and my heart's gotten colder.
Give no fuck about a lame; live my life until it's over.
Continue carryin' the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Isolated from the class; my iPod and notes.
Only way I'd socialize would be crackin' up jokes.
Pro'lly came off as a clown; shit, I moved around some.
Had to start anew at every school, and how come…

//Chorus//
//From Whitcomb to high school,
we left innocence.
Things ever since have been intense, when we reminisce,
and now they talkin' like they don't like the new me, but these muafuckas never even knew me. X2//

3rd Verse:
I had be the kid that everyone was lookin' at.
Garage sale clothes pro'lly had me lookin' whack.
Grew up and look at the same kid now.
No more acne; fuckin' athlete chicks and shakin' down,
stages with some playas; ragin' and fast-pacin' for the crowds.
Music's all I've been about; only way I feel proud.
You'd be trippin' if you're thinkin' I don't want more for myself.
I wanna have that lawyer degree displayed proudly on my shelf.
'Til then, it's these sixteens and shows.
Hangin' wit' the crew and bringin' the hoes.
For the friends I've ever had, my bad for bein' a ghost.
Guess this music and these lyrics what my heart needed the most.

//Chorus//
//From Whitcomb to high school,
we left innocence.
Things ever since have been intense, when we reminisce,
and now they talkin' like they don't like the new me, but these muafuckas never even knew me. X2//



3-15 - Never Even Knew Me

Private Lane Chick.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Prod. by J.D Beatz.

Lyric video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SYFU2GtrF0

1st Verse:
Time and time again, I know you like it slow.
Puff that blunt, ash and pass; you know I like my dro.
Your boy toy outta town; it's why you dial my phone.
I'm on way way; just gimme the code to your private road.
I guess you missed the biz; I cut, fold, and twist,
and you get off cheatin' when you're pissed,
atcho boy or ex; whatever it is.
Your fashion don't do your body justice when you get naked.
I'm your favorite 'cause we know -with me- you never fakin'.
You know how to work it; we get into a matrix.
You like drinkin', I like smokin'; and together makes a great mix.
It's us three -you and me, and what ever flavored latex.
Another round to knock you out; pillow talk's for basics.

/We blast off to the universe; don't stop 'til we're lost.
Got that Vodka from daddy's office; we gettin' crossed.
Hop on for the ride; we're 'bout to take off.
It's a love/hate bond, and we can't get enough./

//Chorus//
Stop the teasin'; get to pleasin'; girl, you torture me.
Show me what you got to love; I know there's more to see.
We're lost in a moment of endless ecstasy.
You're crazy and you know it brings out the freak in me.//

2nd Verse:
I like the way you livin'; you like the way I'm spittin'.
Sittin' back and chillin'; toke some then we drinkin'.
I got my tats -you dig 'em; you got a body I'm diggin'.
Take the bottle and sip it; the vibe seems to be different.
Our bodies seem to be shiftin'; you want it, shawty, come get it.
You're a goddess in bed; not kiddin'.
You're a drug and I'm addicted.
Your king-size bed's enough for me to wreck it.
Your sloppy head's perfected.
Your guy is callin'; U.O.E.N. don't stress it.
We can't be official; you're way superficial.
Somethin' I expected though.
All 'cause of my decimal.
You got that dude with a family in the biz, and I'm just a scribe.
Our thing mainly consists of your narcissism every time when I hit it right.

/We blast off to the universe; don't stop 'til we're lost.
Got that Vodka from daddy's office; we gettin' crossed.
Hop on for the ride; we're 'bout to take off.
It's a love/hate bond, and we can't get enough./

//Chorus//
Stop the teasin'; get to pleasin'; girl, you torture me.
Show me what you got to love; I know there's more to see.
We're lost in a moment of endless ecstasy.
You're crazy and you know it brings out the freak in me.//

3rd Verse:
I can't shake you off; you control me like no other.
You're my type of girl whenever we hit the covers.
Our fate is somethin' like star-crossed lovers,
'cause you always end up in the arms of another.
Guess you like 'em with Ferraris; like 'em with them big stacks.
But a guy wit' a bigger heart; where you gonna get that?
And I know a hoe don't make a wifey.
The chances of you stickin' 'round ain't likely.
I just smash 'cause you're just like me.
We wake up all alone; you're ignoring your phone.
We're stuck on the same song; I let you string me along.
Guess I'm addicted to your business that I write you a song.
We're together one night, and alone in the mo'nin'.

/We blast off to the universe; don't stop 'til we're lost.
Got that Vodka from daddy's office; we gettin' crossed.
Hop on for the ride; we're 'bout to take off.
It's a love/hate bond, and we can't get enough./

//Chorus//
Stop the teasin'; get to pleasin'; girl, you torture me.
Show me what you got to love; I know there's more to see.
We're lost in a moment of endless ecstasy.
You're crazy and you know it brings out the freak in me.//

3-15 - Private Lane Chick

Spitta At Heart.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Prod. by Sancho Beatz.

1st Verse:
Tree got me higher than the Kidz Next Door./
Spit sixteens then I itch for more./
Call me for a feature,
then I kill it like the reaper,
-get ready for the creature I uncage on yours./
Rap and then attack and reign on boards;/
Hollywood Undead when I rage on whores. /
I'll be the only guy with a few in the crew that's cool;
the rest of the fools actin' fake on tours./
Wonderin' if I'm Voldemort or Dumbledore;/
I just know I'm runnin' for,/
somethin' more than nothin' stored./
Got my Pensieve bowl,
so you can't see souls,
that behold,
pains that I am cuttin' for./
Bitch, what are you struttin' for?/
I ain't thrown money t'wards,/
your narcissism;/ hard to listen,/
to me on a beat that's hot,/
and that's all I ever say to wannabe models,
in my contacts wantin' to be my THOT./
Guess I'm too blunt to have a joint rap,
with these local so-called rappers,/
and I guess I'm too busy for the ladies actin' cute;
they some addicted Snapchatters./
Guess nobody like a real spitta,
and it's only swag fags with tats that matters./
You can worry 'bout your likes on Instagram and Facebook, and I'll keep at it -makin' my bars the raddest./

//Chorus//
The city is over crowded with lames that can't rap.
It's infested with niggas who like to put on an act.
Y'all single syllable rhymers just make my crew and I laugh.
Is that the bullshit you think will put Portland on the map?

//I'm just a spitta at heart. X3
You other niggas is whack.// X2


3-15 - Spitta At Heart

Hades.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Prod. by AR! Beatz.
Sampled lyrics from "Comin' In Hot" by Hollywood Undead.

Hades
3-15

//If you got jack in your cup, go raise it up.
If you ain't got enough, go fill it up.
If you had too much, don't throw it up,
and if you ain't got shit, throw your hands up.

We up in smoke. X8//


Verse:
Five minutes into my break; gotta jot a quick sixteen.
Don't question the tension; my rappin's impressive, bitch -I'm Three Fifteen.
I'm comin' wit' a team so mean; lungs filled with kush so green.
Shawty lookin' good between my sheets.
Eyes red like my drank cup full of codeine.
Paid minimum; ballin' to the max.
Never givin' 'em nothin' but the facts.
Always swimmin' in women that are bad.
Never kiddin' what I'm spittin'; swear it's different how we act.
Don't sleep, insomniac.
Better hope you keep your calm intact.
Watch me how I reap and bombin' tracks.
Girl, I hit it deep; gotchu callin' back.
Roll the dice and toss 'em back -that was back when I was a sophomore.
High school done changed me 'cause now I can fuck hardcore,
the clit's wetter, I spit better, I get cheddar; I split haters.
Hoes give favors, I quit failure and trip never.
I spliff major.

Nigel Uno in the buildin', hoe.
I go skitzo when I kill a flow.
Monstrous internals and multi-syllables.
Lifting mellow trees whenever I'm feelin' low.
Music and the mic to feel at home.
Sorry, silly hoe, Mary Jane's the only woman I'm bringin' home,
You can sing along, and bring a blonde.
I'm goin' off on these muthafuckin' beats.
You will not believe the beast Im'a release.
Wit' a disease for MCs and unleash,
an epidemic for my city, and then head to the east.
Goes from all fours and then to the knees.
Leave her daddy house and then I'm back to the streets.
Don't stress me 'bout how messy my Jays be;
don't hate -'cause a real nigga's what I see when I fuck in front of mirrors,
whether I'm at Britnei's or Amira's.
Allow me to make it clear:
if it ain't pussy or a beat I'm killin', I guess I'm just a nerd.
Crossed from the Moon and herb, I'm feelin' superb.
White chicks are preferred.
That Suicide Girl type, and that head in the Camry got me to almost hit the curb.

King of the jungle.
Get ready for the rumble.
This will be fun, yo.
Gonna hit some bumps though.
It's a safari in this bitch 'cause I'm a predator to these flock of hoes.
Hit a bong wit' a blonde; play her like Digimon. I'm stoned -you can't stop my roll.
Stressin' through my blessin's -so intense- and therefore, I keep lots of dro.
Three Fifteen in the scene with a viscous flow unseen,
by earthlings that's hurtin' for better MC's to rep the Northwest so I'll give 'em the beast.
But I gotta maintain' my game for the babes, distressed dames; work a nine-to-five.
Got a mini-me just turned three; behaves viscously -so I gotta grind.
This music is fun; it's a killer hobby with perks and chicks, and homies.
I'd rather spit lyrics than listen to dickheads bossin' me endless -so blow me.
I'd rather get breathless from spittin' and smokin' and endless promotin'.
I'm spammin' the shit outta Facebook; now I'm gettin' noticed,
by vets in the northwest and gettin' to know this -performin'.
I'm mackin' -it's a habit; Happy Valley hoes; never tappin' ratchet.
Make that pussy tap out or knock it out like Paquiao; I'm Randy Savage.
I'm known for late nights and smokin'; white chicks at the rave scenes.
Got a few shawties lined up, but shit, I'm still waitin' for them to hit eighteen.

//If you got jack in your cup, go raise it up.
If you ain't got enough, go fill it up.
If you had too much, don't throw it up,
and if you ain't got shit, throw your hands up.

We up in smoke. X8//



3-15 - Hades

One Last Story.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Produced by Ryan Brammeier.
http://rap.genius.com/3-15-one-last-story-lyrics

One Last Story
3-15

Verse:
It's been a year since I tossed my cap with my graduating class.
It's been 5 years since 8th grade when I was rapping to my class.
All the times that's passed; yeah, lil' dude was missin' out.
Guess it took me a while to understand what everyone else had figured out,
but then I made some changes.
Maturity came with wages.
Every now and then rock stages.
I finally outgrew my phases.
No more of this depression shit.
Back when I was on some Freshman shit.
Shout out to the women that I had let me hit.
Life's been better since weed when I first messed wit' it.
That was years ago; back when I was in baggy clothes and thought my kicks were the coolest.
Used to focus on girls and do some foolin'.
Now it's money, family; the crew on my to-do list.
Focused on growin' up and supportin' my son instead of tryna be comin' up with new hits.
Know if I stick with the foolish rhymin' instead of grindin', I'll end up a deadbeat -useless.
Fuck it though -music calls for me; it keeps me sane.
Distracts me from reality around me that feeds me pain.
I just wanna put on a show; rock the crowd -maybe feel some worth.
It's the beats and sharin' my story that helps me heal my hurt.
Can you hear my words?

//Chorus//
//Before I step into the light,
before I take a step in Hell,
if I don't get to make things right,
I got one last story to tell.// X2

2nd Verse:
It's been 12 years since my adolescence was stripped away.
It's been 10 years since my mother had three kids to raise.
I was 5 when I told her I hate to see her breakin' down.
I'm her first-born; it's my obligation to make her proud.
But I can't help but feel like my music ain't the way to do it.
I got my three-year-old dependin' on me -so I know it's up to me; I gotta make some movement.
Tired of makin' minimum; lifestyles -I'm switchin' 'em.
Lately, it's been recklessness and foolish rap I've given 'em,
Damn, but I really want my story told.
If I don't make it up there to the gates, I'm sorry, Lord.
Wanna make a beautiful rose outta my thorny soul.
Adversities at a young age is what formed me cold.
But it's music that keeps my heart beatin' with every melody.
It's the lyrics I leave behind that will ensure some kind of legacy.
It's how people will revisit thoughts of me a more pleasantly.
I just want my name to be spoken with velvety.
Just want someone to remember me.

//Chorus//
//Before I step into the light,
before I take a step in Hell,
if I don't get to make things right,
I got one last story to tell.// X2


3-15 - One Last Story

Don't Look.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Produced by Play Life.

Don't Look
3-15

//Chorus//
//Don't look under my bed.
Don't look in my closet.
Don't look in my head.
These images, I cosset.

Mom would be upset.
The smell's begun to reek.
But I just can't help it;
these other guys too weak.

I love to kill 'em off. X2
These other guys guys too weak; rhymin' single syllables//

1st Verse:
I think y'all wanna see me fail,
and end up a dishwasher or somethin', huh?
Muthafuckas better wish it true.
I think it's cause I've gotten better than most around town,
and I lose ya on a track;
is you finally realizin' that the bitch is you?
Perhaps you're pissed off 'cause you're losin' to a nerdy kid that watched too much anime.
O tal vez es porque yo tengo poder de dos idiomas, rápido; aver, guey -andale.
Pardon my French; sometimes I get carried away.
You wouldn't be dealin' with me had Death dared me to stay.
Otherwise I'd'a took that blade and be buried today.
But guess what; the Lord don't want me and Lucifer's got way too much use for me.
I suppose that ain't much for comfort, but for my Day One fans, that's news relief.
I'm here to stay, and fuck anyone that thinks that I won't make it.
I could care less if I don't, as long as everybody knows I take a beat and slay it.
I'm Cerberus, Zeus, and Hades all in one, but you can call me Typhon.
I get into a zone, and become another entity than my form's norm when the mic's on.
Then the fight's on, and I'll be damned if I let any bygones be bygones.
I'm a superior breed with a furious need for the kingdom; you're better off to die, pawn.
My mom; the reason why I'm always goin' off like a pipe bomb.
I'm raw; lines I'm, twistin' when I'm spittin' from my writtens got you trippin' tryna get up on a mountain you could never even climb on.
My God.
I should really cool down 'fore my hot head get me into trouble.
But y'all deaf to a real spitta; pisses me off more than a bunny after sex tryna cuddle.

//Chorus//
//Don't look under my bed.
Don't look in my closet.
Don't look in my head.
These images, I cosset.

Mom would be upset.
The smell's begun to reek.
But I just can't help it;
these other guys too weak.

I love to kill 'em off. X2
These other guys guys too weak; rhymin' single syllables//


3-15 - Don't Look

Eh.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Produced by NB Beats.

Eh
3-15

Mom got me an iPod; started rhymin' on the daily./
Life is like school; man, I'm smiling though I'm failing.
As I'm flying through my daydream,/
reminisce 'bout my disbelief like I'm lying when I'm praying,/
and only thing that gets me through are the beats that's always playin './
Mix it with the natural herb that keeps me calm and sane./
In the northwest, local rappers speaking all the same./
Spittin' sick sixteen's like me freakin' on a dame./
It's predictable; spit a flow which is cold is like a ritual./
Bitch, you will end up residual if you tryna finish whole,/
verses that I rap;/ curses that I slap./
I'm like Voldemort; on the board to scrimmage all the whack./
Battle me; end up messier than my hair in the morning./
Smoke and drink to enhance when I'm performin'./
Be it on a stage, or underneath the sheets./
Just remember the legacy and the number when I speak./
That's Three Fifteen wit' a dash in between./
Must be a knack for rapping schemes in my genes./
You hear me, but actin' deaf to spitta./
You deny my skills like the first step to a quitter,/ nigga.

3-15 - Eh

Red Eyes.
Written by Javier Martinez & Nathan Banta.
Performed by 3-15 & Banta.
Produced by Weatherman Beatz.
LINK TO LYRICS: http://genius.com/3-15-red-eyes-lyrics


3-15 - Red Eyes (feat. Banta)

Cursed to Have a Soul.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Produced by J.D. Beatz.
LINK TO LYRICS: http://genius.com/3-15-cursed-to-have-a-soul-annotated

3-15 - Cursed To Have A Soul

Mr. Martinez. Written by Javier Martinez. Performed by 3-15.
Produced by Vybe Beatz.
LYRIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJxm1dg9ZYA
LYRICS: http://genius.com/3-15-mr-martinez-lyrics

3-15 - Mr. Martinez

1MOBLNT.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Produced by Freek Van Workum.
LYRICS BELOW.

1MOBLNT
3-15

1st Verse:
I think I might've lost my mind some while ago.
I'm not the kind of guy to show my pride inside; I hide and go,
seek out some other rhymes to flow; this the shine that's mine to show.
The guy you eyed some times and no one tried to know.

Name's Javier.
Last name Martinez.
Father figure slash wordsmith slash philosophical genius.
Sanity torn between rhymin' and mindful keenness.
Pro'ly been like this since I was still a fetus.

I gave two fucks; smoked 'em both away.
The price is constant; I'm too broke to pay.
Life is disappointment -what am I supposed to say?
No heart for bitches that were ever close to me.

This line's for the shit that made me grow.
Had a kid and job -still in high school then graduated years back; now, I've gotta make me dough.
For real, I'm layin' back and layin' low.
Spit a crazy flow for the shady foes and shady hoes while I hang in the back and blazin' dro. 

//Chorus//
//Don't know what to expect from me.
Lately, life is full of mystery.
I smoke away my misery.
One more blunt for the night.//

[Interlude]
It's darkest right before dawn,
but I wake to nightmares.
Endin' who I've become.
Reaper's sayin' that I might dare.

Though I may hurt in the process,
my journey serves me as promise.
This Earth is turnin' for profits.
My soul is yearning for progress.
I'm too concerned to be thoughtless.
I learned the burden of logics.
You only heard this as nonsense.

2nd Verse:
I know the road I'm on is a bumpy one.
Success is what must be done,
'til my city loves me ton.
Failing would cost me none.
No one knew it when I started;
now they know that I can spit it.
When they spit it, I hear crickets.
Still, I tell 'em it's the sickest.
Trick is, I'm the big-gest, prick with, the thickest,
stiff stick chicks lick with shots of liquor and red lipstick.
I rip it.
Locals think they fly -that's why I ribbit.
Don't like my music? Then skip it.
I love bein' hated; hate bein' one to love.
'Fore the night ends, I'm rollin' one mo' blunt.

A lion doesn't follow sheep.
They all go fall into pot holes, eat,
from the scrubs of the cubs in my pride -so treat,
my animal instincts as valued meat.
If beef's whatchu want, I'm Chef Ramsey.
Can't be, taken so lightly -might be, the last mistake made.
With a knife, switchblade,
light switch fade,
I'm Vorhees and Kruger in your night dreams late,
Might be hate, but it's likely fate.
A mischievous deviant mischievously defyin' like tyrants pryin' to climb in -though I might seem plain.
I really hate rappin' -consumes me entirely.
It's truth and inspiring.
That's why I continue with writing.
I'm human and titan.
It's you that I'm guidin',
If I'm cold, it's due to me dyin'.

I was a kid thinkin' I wouldn't see Graduation Day.
'til I planted a seed and I had to raise it straight it.
The sins of my mother is what I hate to pay.
But this shit made the man I am today.

//Chorus//
//Don't know what to expect from me.
Lately, life is full of mystery.
I smoke away my misery.
One more blunt for the night.//

[Interlude]
It's darkest right before dawn,
but I wake to nightmares.
Endin' who I've become.
Reaper's sayin' that I might dare.

3-15 - 1MOBLNT

Horcrux.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Produced by Aviel Ben Yamin.
Engineered by Royal Flesh.
Knu Skool Ent. 2016

3-15 - HorcruX (Prod. by goodbyecalev)

$2SPND.
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Produced by Beat Demons.
Lyric Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUf_LyhwrU8
LYRICS: http://genius.com/3-15-2spnd-lyrics

$2SPND (Single)

$2SPND

3-15 - $2SPND

The Energy
Written by Javier Martinez
Performed by 3-15
Produced by Atomic Beats
Knu Skool Entertainment
2012

Link to lyrics: http://rapgenius.com/3-15-the-energy-lyrics

3-15 - The Energy

I Think. Performed by 3-15. Written by Javier M. Produced by Reaper.
Lyric video: https://youtu.be/aN7kjsUiZmI

I Think

July 22, 2018

3-15 - I Think (Prod. by Reaper)

El Mundo (Somos De Calle Remix)
Written by Javier Martinez
Performed by 3-15
Produced by Diesel & Echo
Lyrics: http://rapgenius.com/3-15-el-mundo-lyrics

3-15 - El Mundo (Somos De Calle Remix)

My Hoes They Do Drugs (Remix)
Written by Javier Martinez.
Performed by 3-15.
Produced by DJ Pain 1.
LINK TO LYRICS: http://rapgenius.com/3-15-my-hoes-they-do-drugs-remix-lyrics

3-15 - My Hoes They Do Drugs (Remix)

8.16.22 I haven't prioritized music due to life, but I intend on releasing more before my time is up. Until then.

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