some men will fight. some die. some live by the knife.
and some by the sword of the samurai.

BUSHIDO (PROD. SOLSA)

the ghost and the spider (FT. SAVAGE GA$P) (PROD. MICHAEL LINK X 33MARROW)

BUNGALOU

DORKED

LAST PHASE

KERMIT

NO I DONT!

YEAH
HE TALKIN’ SWEET LIKE A CAVITY
TALKIN’ SHIT IT COULD GO DOWN LIKE GRAVITY
STEPPIN’ TO ME THAT’S A FANTASY
I AM A LIVING CALAMITY
I’M GRADUALLY LOSING MY SANITY
I WENT FROM GANJA TO FLIPPING PROFANITY
THEY PROFIT OFF ALL OUR DEPRAVITY
THAT’S THE REALITY

WHIP AN F-150 NOT A CAR
PICKING UP AN UGLY BITCH
AT THE BAR
ON THE PORCH
STRING BROKE ON MY GUITAR
BITCH YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT THE YARD 
BITCH YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT THE YARD (x4)

I QUIT SMOKING EXCEPT FOR THE BEATS THAT I RAP ON 
GREEN LIKE BROCCOLI 
I KEEP IT GOING FOREVER NO MATTER THE WEATHER BITCH THERE AIN’T NO STOPPING ME 
THEY WANNA TAKE AWAY EVERYTHING WE OWN LIKE IT’S A GAME OF MONOPOLY 
I TURN A FED TO AN EARTHWORM
BURY HIM DEEP IN THE DIRT ON MY PROPERTY 
THE ONLY GRILL THAT I GOT IS A FOREMAN 
I KEEP ME A SMITH LIKE A MORMON 
I TOOK A SIP OF THE MOONSHINE 
SPINNING LIKE I WAS A STORM THAT’S FORMING 
KNOCKING SHIT OVER LIKE HURRICANE 
YOU SHOULDN’T SLEEP ON ME LIKE POLYURETHANE 
I COULD DO THIS FOREVER LIKE PLASTIC 
I MAKE IT STRIKE LIKE THE TIP OF A MATCHSTICK
TALKING LIKE ARISTOTLE WHEN I RAP
A PHILOSOPHER GREATER THAN PLATO 
THROWING TOMATOES AT ME IMMA DO YOU LIKE NATO
HIT YOU WITH A MISSILE TURN YOU INTO PLAY-DO
POP HIM HE WADDLE LIKE DONALD
I AIN’T TALKING RONALD I’M TALKING THE DUCK 
AND SPEAKING OF DUCKS YOU BUGGING LIKE DAFFY
I STRETCH YOU LIKE TAFFY 
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK

I JUST BLEW UP A CYBER TRUCK
I JUST BUTT FUCKED ELON MUSK 
INDIAN BOY SO YOU KNOW MY BITCH 
TOLD ME MY DICK LOOK JUST LIKE A ELEPHANT TUSK
I’M PLAYING MARIO BROS WITH ZUCK 
I LEAVE A DEVIL WITH WINGS A HALO
I JUST SHOT UP THE AMAZON WAREHOUSE 
AND SENT A .5 TO JEFF BEZOS

BITCH YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT THE YARD (X4)

NOTHING IS PUNK 
BESIDES MAYBE SELF IMMOLATING LIKE A MONK 
I KEEP A STICK LIKE A TRUNK DO 
FUCK JOE BIDEN AND PRESIDENT TRUMP TOO
AS LONG AS 12 GOT A GUN I GOT ONE TOO
THINKING BOUT PICKING UP KUNG FU 
“TO KNOW YOUR ENEMY YOU MUST BECOME THEM”
THAT WAS A QUOTE BY SUN TZU
STACKING PAPER LIKE A BOOKSTORE 
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU NEED TO READ BOOKS FOR?
I GET ALL OF MY INFORMATION FROM THE INTERNET
I FIND WHATEVER I LOOK FOR
I BELIEVE WHATEVER I SEE
AND I CANNOT EAT ANYTHING SPICY 
I’M AN ILLITERATE VILLAGE IDIOT I CAN’T EVEN READ MY OWN ID
PACKING THAT DIP IN MY LIP
LIKE MY DICK IN A BITCH
I AIN’T TALKING MY SISTER
WALKING AROUND IN THEM ALLIGATOR SKIN BOOTS
JUST GAVE ME A BLISTER
I DON’T GOT A ROLEX
SHOOTING THAT PISTOL WITH ONE HAND MAKING MY WRIST HURT 
I AIN’T A TALKER
IF HE WANNA CHIT CHAT
HE CAN GO SPEAK TO MY FIST FIRST 

I JUST BLEW UP A CYBER TRUCK
I JUST BUTT FUCKED ELON MUSK 
INDIAN BOY SO YOU KNOW MY BITCH 
TOLD ME MY DICK LOOK JUST LIKE A ELEPHANT TUSK
I’M PLAYING MARIO BROS WITH ZUCK 
I LEAVE A DEVIL WITH WINGS A HALO
I JUST SHOT UP THE AMAZON WAREHOUSE 
AND SENT A .5 TO JEFF BEZOS

BITCH YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT THE YARD (X4)

you best get from round here dressin’ like that
we don’t call the police around these parts


GET OUT OF MY YARD (PROD. WENDIGO)

🎹 Produced By  ▶ ‪ItsTax & ‪R4C3R.X

Melody‬  ▶ R4C3R.X
Drums   ▶ ItsTax


LINK TREE ▶ https://linktr.ee/itstax 

SURFS UP (Prod. R4C3R.X & Tax)

lyrics: 
I WANT NONE OF
HA
I WANT NONE OF THAT 
LA LA 
UNDERBELLY
LIKE A TON OF CRACK
I PEEL THE CONCRETE BACK
WHAT THE FUCK IS UNDER THAT?
WHERE THE DEVIL TAKE THE BABIES  
AND THEY PRINT OUT ALL THE PLAQUES

YOU WANT THAT MONEY?
THEY’LL GETCHO ASS UP ON THE RADIO
AINT IT FUNNY
THEY’LL MAKE YOU DRESS UP LIKE A LADY THO
OR PLAYBOY BUNNY 
YOU IN A MOVIE, FAMOUS? MAYBE THO
IT DOESN’T STUN ME
THEY TRYNA MAKE ME 
YOU CAN’T MAKE ME GO
AWAY
YOU CAN’T SAVE ME
YOU CAN TAKE ME WAY 
CAN’T TAKE ME PAIN
YOU CAN’T PLAY ME 
I CANT BE CONSOLED
PLAYED LIKE A GAME
YEAH THEY RAPE ME UGH
TAKE ME YEAH IT MAKE ME GO INSANE
HOW THEY PAY ME UGH
YO FAVORITE RAPPER SOUL IS ON THAT PAGE
NIGGA

THE MUSIC FAKE NIGGA
I HATE TO BREAK IT TO YA
BUT FOR GOODNESS SAKE 
THERE AINT NOTHING NEW TO MAKE WITCHA
COMPUTER BREAK BIGGER
ACCRUE THE CAKE AND PUT THE 
BATTER ON A PLATE
“BURN THAT FAGGOT AT THE STAKE!”

I WANT NONE OF
HA
I WANT NONE OF THAT 
LA LA 
UNDERBELLY
EVERYONE GOT CRACK
I PEEL THAT CRACK STRAIGHT BACK
WHAT THE FUCK IS UNDER THERE?
IT’S WHERE THE CEO OF AMAZON
HAS BUILD A SECRET LAIR

LA LA UNDERBELLY (PROD. TRIPLESIXDELETE)

lyrics: 
let us begin

one day darkie was camping in the forest
probably having a really nice dream
the sun started to rise and he woke up to the sight
of a beam of light coming through his tent
and he couldn’t wait to see what was outside

i wish you saw me like you see you
i wish you saw me like you see you see me see you

i wish you could see  that i’m a person too 

i wish you could see that i am hurting too

on the attack
the ignorant see me and they see food
but ill see them yack
if it truly’s the last thing that i do
and they want that back
the power to place someone under rule
but all of that’s crap
but all of that’s crap to me
and all of that’s crap

i can’t see your face through all the shit you’re talking to me
let’s sit down and mix perspectives up and sip that smoothie
hate will bring you down or bring you up if you move smoothly
i may get around and act a clown but you cant fool me

i wish you saw me like you see you
i wish you saw me like you see you see me see you
i wish you saw me
i wish you saw me at all
saw us both the same

i wish you saw me the same

(ending vocals)

i can see clearly (PROD. WENDIGO)

lyrics:
DISCLAIMER: DO NOT KILL YOURSELF AND BLAME IT ON ME
THIS IS WHERE THE TAG WOULD GO IF THIS WAS A 
TRIPLESIXDELETE BEAT
SHOUTOUT MK

I CAN’T LIE
WHEN I SEE YOU ON THE INTERNET I WANT TO DIE
HOW DID GOD LET SOMETHING SO RETARDED COME ALIVE
FUCK THE WAY YOU MOVING LIKE A FRUIT FLY THAT WANT SOME PIE
GIVE IT ONE YEAR YOUR CAREER JUST WON’T SURVIVE

RUN THAT BACK
NIGGA 
RUN THAT BACK
CANT FRONT THAT PACK 
BITCH I WANT THAT BACK 
MEDITATE SO IM A 
ONE EYED FAG
BITCH YOU HAD YO SHOT
BITCH YOU HAD YO CHANCE 
GO DO THAT DANCE
GO DO PULL DOWN YO PANTS
MY DICK IN YO HANDS SO 
SUCK THAT SHIT

you gon have to go for longer i dont buss that quick
bitch touch that tip
my cock fucking up guts and busting ribs 

YES I WANT TO DIE
EVERY TIME I SEE YOU I FEEL TERRIBLE I WANT TO CRY 
I DON’T LIKE YOU RAPPERS YOU SO LAME WITH ALL THE CLOTHES YOU BUY 
I DON’T NEED TO BLOW DON’T NEED NO HOES DON’T NEED NO FORTY FIVE

YOU GON BE 45
STILL SUCKING DICK 
FOR SOME LOVE
FOR SOME CLICKS
FOR SOME BUD
WASSUP BITCH
WASSUP CUZ 

DON’T SAY SHIT 
YOU A FAKE NIGGA
THERE AINT NO CONVERSATION TO MAKE WITCHA

FUCKING 
WITH TOO MANY NIGGAS
I SHOULD DISS MYSELF OR SOMETHING

FUCK FROM AROUND ME YOU ARE CLOGGING UP THE PLUMBING

HATE FILL ME UP
ON MY SKULL IT GET TO DRUMMING

YEAH
(CHORUS)

SURFS UP (Prod. R4C3R.X & Tax)

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