When Bulma Turns Up

mind reader (prod. purpan)

itachi // swordsharp [prod. knghts]

@g-sco

we are really fucking out here, boys

let's go

TAKE ANOTHER STEP (PROD. G-SCO)

@junyii

LYRICS:
killin' beats but i break away as innocent
i run the club, and none you cats gettin' membership
got a holy grail full of lean when i grip and sip
and i'm finna mix that shit quick with a mister pib
i've been in the crib grindin' like a coffee bean
C.R.E.A.M. bumping loud in the whip while i'm off the green
bars so hard got 'em saying that i'm awfully mean
just a cocky fiend, 'cept i got versace sheets
always been more awkward teen, less philosophy
got me skating by on thin ice like a hockey team
please don't talk to me unless you got a lot of cheese
i'm so sharp, run the field like a soccer cleat
game under lock and key, 'cept i got them cheat codes
faded, sitting and taking shots until i reload
y'all want beef, i turn the scene into a bistro
ballin' so hard you think i'm curry, but i'm me, tho...

muerte

CURRY (prod. junyii)

@lentra

CHERRY HALLS COUGH DROPS

cherry halls cough drops
robotussin, mix it up
purple in that trippy cup
in case i need a pick-me-up

cherry halls cough drops
robotussin, mix it up
keep a box of triple c
in case i need a pick-me-up
i'm sick

pull up on the function, stunting
y'all don't know me, nah, y'all don't know nothing
think you livin' life in the state i'm stuck in?
can't breathe right 'cause my nose all stuffed in
20 mL of the codeine syrup
let it drip when i grip it
promethazine sipping all up in my system
i'm getting so drowsy i can't even listen
like, "FUCK", don't even ask
all of this cash, not a single prescription
i mingle with vixens who dab in medicine
up at the pharmacy, i'm on a mission
it's the colliseum how i fight this battle
you can stay away if you the type to tattle
'cause i've got some pills up in my pocket now
it's the paracetemol so quiet down, got damn

CHCD (PROD. LENTRA)

@southvb

atlas this isn't long enough make an extended version :(((

attacking beats and making rappers flee
special ops bars 'cause when i rap i do it tactically
cackle from the battleground, slashing at your tapestry
fuck your family name, fuck your friends, fuck your sanity
i shackle any enemy... y'all are just embarrassing
pussies keep on tweeting, ain't that shit a tom n jerry scene?
twitter fingers fired up, y'all are just so scared of me
all it'd take is one dm, i bet your girl would marry me
i fall asleep at 1 pm and wake up when the moon is out
i don't need a schedule, truly i could do without
other artists hate me 'cause i made it off of purely skill 
it ain't my fault you fucking losers took the stupid route
go ahead, move it out, file through the exit
fake a fucking smile, all you vile, putrid less-thans
always talking shit, but you kinda use some lessons
'cause i've heard that one before, c'mon guys, review your message

i miss the old atlas
wrote with the soul atlas
where did that dope rapsmith
go, now it's so average

i hate the new atlas
the bad mood atlas
got cocky once he got
a couple million views atlas

i thought i knew atlas
now i'm like who's atlas?
making moves, atlas
too good for his fans, now huh?

i miss the old atlas
before the cold atlas
i know atlas better than him
that's what i told atlas

merry Bhristmas

stfu (prod. south.vibe)

ruffthoughtz4 x verseatile [prod. ketone]

BAPERIL BOOLS

BAPERIL BOOL$

hey i went to a place and wrote a song about it!!! bool

i knocked on your bedroom door
and waited for you to answer
i bought you a crimson rose
smelled just like you did

i smiled at the view outside
and stood in your empty driveway
could tell that something was wrong
little did i know

my time there was running short
your kisses were my ambrosia
they melted into my skin
"darling, i love you"

it's awful that i must go
it's awful we have to part now
'cause i left my beating heart
in san diego

san diego

SAN DIEGO

i miss u

yea

LYRICS:
maybe it's the question, maybe it's the answer
i don't know the reason now
and maybe it's your eyelids, maybe it's the moonlight
but something beautiful sticks out

and i'm in my bedroom, watching through the window
stare at the sunlight, wonder where the time is going
you're in the bathroom
crying with your shirt undone
now we're on the freeway, speeding past a cop car
stole your mom's van, and took it for a test drive
and you're sat in the backseat
looking at your best friend's hair

i wanna be more than a cheat day in your diet plan
you can be the lungs, baby, i can be the diaphragm
just breathe, just breathe, and you'll be fine
just breathe, just breathe, it happens all the time

CHEAT DAY

produced by me, featuring great vocals from @smrtdeath

i don't know
where i am
i'm searching for something
to replace your hand and

i don't know
where you went
i just want you back
in my arms again

fix this (feat. smrtdeath)

PRODUCED BY @NOSENTENCES

SHOUTOUT RYAN AKA NO SENTENCES 

GUCCI BELT ON MY FOREHEAD 

GANG

lyrics:
gold on my body, i feel a spartan 
my neck fucking froze like it came from the arctic 
yung shark in the water, i swim for my target 
i bite on your bitch like a wolf in the harvest 
my chain got them rocks like a dig site 
my name on the block like i'm selling 'em too 
and my gang prolly knock in a fist fight 
with that raf on my socks and margelia my shoes 

my life is a movie, you stuck in a rerun 
i'm so far ahead, none these pussies can keep up 
i ball on these hoes at your college like d1 
she suck me so quick i might call it a speedrun 
812 'til i move out... 
keep it 812 'til my friends do, too 
saying, 812 'til the benz out 
fuck it, 812 'til the iced out coupe, i'm gone 

just kidding, i'm back 
had to come through, start shitting on tracks 
selling mad beats, make a living off rap 
but nobody buys yours like digimon packs 
and i know it's to hard to hear, but i been the best (been the best) 
and i got 'em all running like the fitness test (pacer) 
second that they see they chick send a text (send a text) 
balling like reggie back in 2006 (pacers) 

31, 31, flavors... 
i don't give a fuck about your major, man 
i'm bouta hit up la like the lakers 
got some cuties out in cali tryna take my hand

and it's way too fucking easy, y'all just don't believe me 
high school friends gon' call me once i'm on the tv
i don't give a

i don't even pick up, i don't even give 'em cd's 
i don't fuck with y'all, and i ain't signing treaties
i don't give a fuck

DOWNLOAD

IDGAF

i made this whole shit and i'm lit as fuck
shout out my homie shelby for taking the cover photo

bitch my wrist looks like a fucking glacier 
i done killed the game and now it needs a savior 
bring it back to life, i feel like brendan fraser 
never make mistakes, so i don't need erasers 
bitch, you bouta see me take the cup 
better pick them cameras up 
i hope you filming this 
only skill and never luck 
run the game and run amok 
i hope you feeling this 

every color diamond on the chain 
my shit looking like a pride parade 
smoking loud 'til i'm in hyperspace 
i got so much money, think i'm tyra banks 
i got so much money i got tired of banks 
hundred trillion in a giant safe 
couple billion in my hiding place 
(underneath my bed, please don't tell the feds) 

if you touch my paper, then i'm seeing red 
knuckle sandwich on some pita bread 
diamonds snowy, i might need a sled 
yung sleepy hollow, all i need is head 
fuck it, sleep tomorrow, it's a party night 
fuck it, i'm the nicest when i'm on the mic 
fuck it, i ain't never work a 9 to 5 
but i'm on my grind all the fucking time 

yeah... 
and that's true, if you really wanna talk facts 
i don't know why you always gotta talk back 
y'all shady, i ain't talking 'bout a cross-hatch 
oh, my god... yeah... 
and that's true, if you really wanna talk facts 
i don't know why you always gotta talk back 
y'all shady, i ain't talking 'bout a cross-hatch 
fuck out my mentions

fuck out my mentions

download <3

emo emo emo emo

lyrics:
halfway down the street from my front porch 
i watched you puke 
too drunk, passed out, hoping you could find 
something to do 

i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home or not 
i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home 

and maybe it was my fault 
so afraid, slam my fist into the drywall 
so high, i see the crimson in your eyeballs 
i just hope you pick the phone up when i call 
and maybe it's the highway 
but something's feeling really fucking weird tonight, eh 
i just hope you listen to me now when i say 
i'm not ready to lose you 

and maybe it was my fault 
so afraid, slam my fist into the drywall 
so high, i see the crimson in your eyeballs 
i just hope you pick the phone up when i call 
and maybe it's the highway 
but something's feeling really fucking weird tonight, eh 
i just hope you listen to me now when i say 
i'm not ready to lose you 

i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home or not 
i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home 

halfway up the block from where you sit 
i'm looking weak 
back then, past times, you and i would wander 
through the streets 

i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home or not 
i'm so worried 
when i see you leave 
'cause nobody knows 
if you'll make it home

WORRIED

cute trap shit

lyrics:
i'm just tryna hold your hand
put some diamonds on your wrist
got some ice behind my lips
you can feel it when we kiss, wait
(x4)

gas in my lungs, bars in my text files
snuggling a cutie with a name straight out of x-files
can't even pronounce the fuckin' names on my textiles
i just dropped a rack on these lames, i gotta flex now

i might get cash, spit raps
been that, been the best, yeah, whatever
i'm magic, just got my hogwarts
acceptance letter
they asking how i've been
i'm just like, "never better"
cash flow come so steady
like a sturdy boat in the best of weather, oh, my

they paying homage to me soon
my new whip so much knee room
might drop a band on some seafood
and i don't even like seafood

but i sure do like you...
i guess that's what's really matters
make the competition scatter
you say i'm cute, i'm fuckin' flattered, wait

just know that i fuck with you
in fact, i kinda think you dummy cute
(x3)

and if your favorite chip is really bbq
then i'ma grab a few and we can kick it, okay, yeah, peace

i'm just tryna hold your hand
put some diamonds on your wrist
got ice behind my lips
you can feel it when we kiss, wait
(x4)

DUMMY CUTE

merry christmas, friends!
here's some heat

lyrics:
coming up, i never really had shit 
no bedframe, just the floor and the mattress 
no left lane, stuck in slow moving traffic 
then i made racks on racks off practice 
now everything is perfect, i don't look at price tags 
all i do is purchase, remember back in high school 
no one liked the gay kid, had to learn to fight soon 
all them hicks mad 'cause i turned into a tycoon 
now my life a business, i made it off of my own shit 
soundcloud check to an iphone 6 
flow used to blow like cyclones did 
now i'll make your mixtape with my eyes closed, bitch 
might pioneer a genre from my bedside 
from my bedside 
got me feeling sorry for the next guy 
better luck next time

coming up, i never really had shit 
no bedframe, just the floor and the mattress 
no left lane, stuck in slow-moving traffic 
then i made racks on racks off practice 
(x2) 

went from a rock band mic to an off-brand mic 
to the god damn mic i'm using--stupid 
most of y'all cats so clueless--nuisances 
stepping in front of my movement--move it 

you really gotta believe me 
the competition was easy 
they came to me with a treaty 
i couldn't stress it enough 
started out with a message 
and turned to local legend 
but now it's not even a question 
i'm your celebrity crush 
labels called it a gamble 
they said i'm too much to handle 
i couldn't fit on the panel 
but now they ready to bluff 
cats who used to belittle me 
hitting me, say they spitting heat 
every one of my enemies 
getting left in the dust 

that's a promise, i feel so on it 
bars rock hard like a god damn onix 
most y'all kids need hooked on phonics 
every new song's the just the same old garbage 
be more honest... honestly, i promise that it's worth it 
i remember balancing geometry with wording 
i remember practicing through callouses and curses 
but now my life feel so god damn perfect

coming up, i never really had shit 
no bedframe, just the floor and the mattress 
no left lane, stuck in slow-moving traffic 
then i made racks on racks off practice 
(x3)

PERFECT

PRODUCED BY @NOSENTENCES 
ART BY TWITTER.COM/WAVELESSNY

it's banger season, come ride the wave

LYRICS:
this that laid back, cool shit, speeding past a cruise ship 
left you in the past tense, bloody, need a new lip 
cool, wrist like alaska, 'cause it's icy tho 
we could make you live a half-life like an isotope 
i've been drinking alcohol, but i ain't talking isopropyl 
feel like i'm about to fall, them bags under my eyes are purple 
woah, floor getting slicker with every shot 
woah, why you got your britches in a knot? 

it's the sicker spitter, hit a lick, and duck off in the dodge 
'cept i'm more than likely hoarding someone's blunt in a garage 
in the midwest, yeah, it's all a front or a facade 
such a bummer to be awful at the only thing you got 
but you managing it pretty well, vile with the flow 
think it's winterfell, wrist look like a pile of the snow 
i don't kiss and tell, if she wanna fly out for a show 
then i come and then i go, 'cause i'm always on the road 

don't mistake it or hate it, made my plate out of waste 
and went to the attic from basement, moving up in my placement 
from depressed and complacement to "i'ma flex 'til i change it" 
when no one knew what my name was, i still wrote page after page 
i suppose that if i make it, then that's why 
but i don't really wanna be that guy 
yeah, i don't wanna look like the bad guy 
but most my competition on standby 

so i'ma come thru and then kill and dig into beats 
i brag about nothing but make that shit heat 
they getting jealous when they listen to me 
but speaking back'll get 'em ripped into pieces 
pennsylvia to the borderline 
from east manhattan to the torrey pines 
i'm the central the topic like florida time 
and i'm passing if she only sorta fine 

and that's that... yeah... fax, no printer shit 
finally got some bands but i don't act no different 
thinking 'bout the old days... bagged no mistresses 
was listening to coldplay... yeah, don't mention it, whatever

WAVES

Students (Prod. Ka$tro)

shout to all my fellow weebs
lyrics~
Waifu pillow Shawty cute as fuck so kawaii and I take my baby to kauai and we vacation the Islands 
 I see Vibrant embers , crystals dance like stars on her eyelids 
we go together like I’m plusle and ur minun u my Bitch 
Draped in Takahashi when she top me in the Islands 
I look like captain hitsugaya how my diamonds is shinin 
Watching hentai and we smilin damn I love my kawaii bitch 
Ok like I said moshi moshi then that bitch start to throat me 
She said lonely but  girl that shit was before me 
I said arigato when she gave me t
toppo 
Look like nagato  rinnegan see thru them ops tho 
We was in Osaka 
She was on my cock ya 
Shawty look like shiny magikarp oh ya I caught her 
She said she kawaii desu 
And thru that neck too 
I got all these thotties on my body like senketsu 
All these rappers cappin fake illusions like genjutsu 
Everything I’m on I kill that xp + 2 

I sound like lightning in a bottle hit u w a that chidori 
Lil bitch I’m frightening I’m a prolem all u rappers just bore me 
Im gettin green like avocado kiss ur mom shorty 
Savage gasp lil el diablo icy blizzard all on me 
And look like I don’t eat no shrooms but ima always one up 
See I creepin on me bro like what the fuck is u up to 
I got takashi on me number nines on my butt too 
Oh wait bro u just kissed ur girl that bitch was giving me succ to 
But ay but savage gasp is lame boy he can’t rap like that 
U know I rly fucking hate it when u cap like that 
Like when u act like that and then u dap my hand 
Cause like a mom at Trader Joe’s lil hoe I’m in my bag 
I look like wisdom form sora hoe I’m soarin thru Florence 
My ass was sleeping in my car now I fuck foreigns in foreigns 
She see my mecha sonic diamonds look like water I’m gorgeous 
And u a pussy boy like Korin 
I get them blue strips like Corbin 
And u a lame boy 
My shit go insane boy 
Shawty suck my dick while I play Pokémon on gameboy 
Blonde hair denim on the jacket like an Android 
Brand new Guap hoe but I’m still the same boy

When Bulma Turns Up

jercou