Hopefully coming back soon, and with some acutal writtens. For now just vibe to some new shit. <3

New Daze (freestyle)[prod. Hoodrixh]

7 in the am and I finally got a little break to record something. More to come...

Melodic Mayhem [Prod. HoodRixh] (freestyle)

Just testing the waters, prob won't be up too long.

Scrap???? [Prod. Hoodrixh]

Show some love for ya boy, dropping my first track on the cloud as of today. I know I can improve much more, but for now I present you.... 365.

Lyrics:Wake up chase that cake, boy I been on my grind

In the stu everyday, you know I work overtime

Stay making accusastions, why the fuck would I lie?

If you bout what you say, then come hit up my line.                [Hook]

Wake up chase that cake, boy I been on my grind

In the stu everyday, you know I work overtime

By any means neccessary, just so I survive

Striving 24/7, call me 365



I'm only mortal be ready for combat

You and yo niggas be slower than comcast

bars moving fast so I'm keeping em compact 

surely at the bottom, but I aim for the top class

Gotta streer right or else ya gone crash

In my own lane, no need to act rash

I suggest you pause the beat 'for I snap....


Kage no bushin I feel like a shadow

Stepped in this game to get sent to the gallows

Up these rapids I procede without paddle

Another new jack who just copped em a saddle 

pryed in the game, boy you entered through raffle

I need new a sculpture, I'll order the scaffold.

I acsend to hokage, while you just sit and look baffled

Just dropped this single, might need me an album.

For people who sleep let this darkness surround them

Got lost but their familes eventually found em

Spiting that fire I'll do time at the county

For that pinnacle peak boy you know I've been bounded

Bars too heavy, all of it's victems stay grounded. 

Beat hitting like somebody at the 'do pounding.


Wake up chase that cake, boy I been on my grind

In the stu everyday, you know I work overtime

Stay making accusastions, why the fuck would I lie?

If you bout what you say, then come hit up my line.                [Hook]

Wake up chase that cake, boy I been on my grind

In the stu everyday, you know I work overtime

By any means neccessary, just so I survive

Striving 24/7, call me 365

365 PROD.  DrunkChiefe

Ayyee just dropping a little something, this rather different for me but I wanted to have some fun with a track. Seconed verse was entierly unwritten and I just vibed with the beat lol. Enjoy! 

Verse 1: 

Woke up in a fountain of shroud imagry

gold peaks, run-off slipping into streams

encompassed by some forest encrusted in green

What does it mean?

What does it mean?

I'm tryna figure out

Melodic dreams got me feeling like the nigga now

With a mind made of gold I'm the richiest now

Like the prince of egypt; I need cleopatra now  

Show her life; take her out, then back to the crib

She's too sexy, fuck the guts; I aim for the ribs

Niggas tryna ride the wave; the style too lit 

No need to repeat the name; you already know who this is....

Floatin (Prod. fresno)

Leased a beat to make a meme ass track, big thanks to oddwin! Hope you fuck with it! This goes out to all my dookie niggas out there!

(Chorus) Woke up, tummy rumbling; what the hell I eat? Knew something was wrong for I hit the seat.
Must've been something spicy, sure ain't nothin sweet
I can tell by the sensation up on my cheecks (x2)

(Verse 1) Dookie gang, in a dookie lane, and yo ass a lame, if a nigga talking shit he have a doo-doo brain
Big dookie smile attached to my doo-doo frames; everything was sweet and sour till that doo-doo came
[free verse beyond this point lmao]

(Verse 2) Smoke em like a swisher; and my name ain't Sam Fisher
Said he had sister; smashed her; made her call me mister
Said I rubbed him the wrong way; I left him full of blisters
Brought my ass back to the crib and squat on the shitter

(Chorus) Woke up, tummy rumbling; what the hell I eat? Knew something was wrong for I hit the seat.
Must've been something spicy, sure ain't nothin sweet
I can tell by the  sensation up on my cheecks (x2)

Dookie Gang [Prod. ODDWIN]

Woke up this morning and peeped an otakudemigod beat, I already knew I was going to have to a get a quick 16 for it.  Check em out @otakudemigod

Lyrics:
I can I see the light; I hope you see the same the same (yuh) I can see the path; I can see we came up. I can the sense passion; I can sense a change up. Eyes dripping blood tears; I see the pain (yuh) People abusing drugs till they fuck they brain up; fuck a sinking avenue I'd rather stay in lane bruh. Make a few smart moves and you can fuck the game up. If I ain't shit; then you'd be about the same huh? 

Let me tell em this, let me tell em that (huh). Everything is kosher till you have to face them facts (huh) one moment you chilling; next you off the map (yuh) escaped the loop of shit; to only double back (huh) it seems it's human nature to fuck up on track (yuh) sinking into old ways; like fiends off of crack (huh) ironic how contradictions leave you flat (huh) death is indiscriminate no matter where you at.

I Can [Prod. OtakuDemiGod]

It's been a little too long since I've dropped something. I Hope you enjoy!

Lyrics:
Say the word; what's the play?; just give me the phrase (yuh). In the high pursuit of money for cash that I chase (yuh) Had to get up off my ass and jump in the race (yuh) ran some math; crunching numbers, play cards as they lay (yuh) [x2]

Tick talk tick talk dollas on my wrist watch, watching out for oppertunities, I make a pit stop; ain't no time to slow down we be chasing big pot; we don't want no damn decimals, we just want big guwap. Trapped in a sea of sharks bustling with dreadnoughts. You learn quickly to keep a piece and aim for dreadlocks. Duck and dodge when you hear them fucking feds talk, ain't no varibles to this game boy it's on deadlock. Deadass they don't give a fuck about ya; long as that bread talk. One moment it's all love; another they'd cut ya head off. I'm just Giving insight on society with this little ted talk. You can be one hardass nigga but that'll leave ya head soft. You gone!

Say the word; what's the play?; just give me the phrase (yuh). In the high pursuit of money for cash that I chase (yuh) Had to get up off my ass and jump in the race (yuh) ran some math; crunching numbers, play cards as they lay (yuh) [x2]

Say The Word [prod. Jvst X]

Been hella long since I uploaded something and really felt the need to drop something. Here's a little piece whipped up by me today combining three flows. 
Here's a visual! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WW0t5dJOCw&feature=youtu.be

Lyrics:

I be on that bible black when I'm at ya bitch house,  who this nigga kami? Thinking that his ass the shit now. Got through alot of shit with these rhymes that I kick out. I ain't kick no do's but I be with the shits now.

Hop on the track with some pk fire on that bitch, and if the block feeling way too hot that fire by my wrist. Finna shake the spot with the hachi tire in a ditch. She ain't used to fuck with nerdy niggas I'm tiger in that bitch. Now she steady hopping through hoops of fire for the dick, niggas thought my tracks were lame, now I'm the siyah for they bitch. Skating on these niggas I apply pressure when I flip busting treys on treyway ya ass ain't worth a zip.

Niggas serving junkies right up out that burban who would've thought one glock and one lead shot would close curtains. Who would've thought one can still be maltrition while working? Words ain't even that deep my nigga you just missed the purpose. I creep in the deep while yo ass just lurk on the surface, so how can you call someones worth when yo ass is worthless? Tryna paint a picture even though it's far from perfect. My mind weighing on some mimes who are forced to interpret.

Night Patrol (freestyle) [Prod. Fiend]

How I've been feeling recently... Making some music always makes me feel better though. 

Lyrics: Traveled down this road all alone in this cockpit, better check them niggas who you thought yo ass could rock with; Ion know why they tryna test my nuts like I won't pop shit. I'm the master in this chief I just came up off that dropship (x2). 

Finna copp a 45. a bullet to ya name bitch; funny you used to be my brother, now you lame; shit. You another square in a box where the lames fit, how it come to this? We used to be up on the same shit, now I rap about a strap I'd use to blow ya brains with. Life works in weird ways, why must we be on this strange shit? I used to judge satan; now we be in the same ship. I may need some mental help, my mind be on some insane shit.. fuck a plea for help, I'm just tryna hang out with the gang bitch. Mean what you say, and say what you mean, it's in my language. Roads remain bumpy till you smooth it out, fuck being all deppressed I'm on a different route. I'm trying to find true happiness where there's no hidden doubt, just like the fees on the whip when I be cruising cruising round. Trying to wear a big smile when I hit the town, if the sky is the limit, I'm finna leave the ground.

Traveled down this road all alone in this cockpit, better check them niggas who you thought yo ass could rock with; Ion know why they tryna test my nuts like I won't pop shit. I'm the master in this chief I just came up off that dropship (x2).

All Alone [Prod. CFreshco]

Lurking (Freestyle) [Prod. B Young]

I swear I hate niggas... So I make this tiring ass music to relieve stress. 

Art credits go to Vinne arts on isnta

Lyrics:
 [First verse]: Ain't my first nigga, and it won't be my last; sound the 45 cal make you drop like you glass. Nigga said he on my block nigga, where the fuck you at? It's ten toe nation nigga; never do I lack. .308, 5.56, and smgs compact, come around this way nigga like you ready for iraq, it's no mans land with no sight in coming back. So I suggest you write a will with a family message attached.

[Second verse]: Back in this bitch like a hook in a fish yea you niggas real doggy so you finna catch this stick; yea my ass real groggy like I'm sipping activis, I ain't even fenien I'm just sick of this shit. Niggas claiming they yo fam but they ain't with the shits. Ain't no white flags, or peace treaties; wings is getting clipped. Ain't no sneaking dissing on social media I'm direct up with this shit. All that big walk and that stick talk and you tryna hide from this? Play hangman with gang man and yo ass is bound to slip, keep fucking with the raging bull and he finna slide with that kick nigga.

War Ready [Prod. Askia]

Old ass freestyle I'm just now making public, I just enjoyed the vibes.

Jet Set freestyle [Old]

[Chorus] Kami what the fuck wrong with you? Why you ain't up in the hood drinking; tryna smoke a few? Why is it when you see us you be looking so uncomfertable? Why you fucking with the white man we he just make fun of you? We all good in the hood that's just what they see, jits really ain't out here with them infared beams, there ain't liquior stores on ever corner that's just what it seems. They want us down, ain't no black man on feet; he just crawl like a baby who done went and teethed. We can't move forward; they don't want us to achieve.

[Verse 1] I respect your grind, and I respect that struggle, I just wanna see use your head more and not your muscle. Conjure up a business plan and watch them stack just double; help ya fellow man out the gutta; get him out of trouble. It's truly amazing what you can do with all the rubble from the sediment to moutain of man the fruits of struggle, keep your mind on a whetstone and all of the other bullshit on a tight muzzle. And you'll see all of lifes good fortunes come out to cuddle.

[Chorus] Kami what the fuck wrong with you? Why you ain't up in the hood drinking; tryna smoke a few? Why is it when you see us you be looking so uncomfertable? Why you fucking with the white man we he just make fun of you? We all good in the hood that's just what they see, jits really ain't out here with them infared beams, there ain't liquior stores on ever corner that's just what it seems. They want us down, ain't no black man on feet; he just crawl like a baby who done went and teethed. We can't move forward; they don't want us to achieve.


[Verse 2] Fending on your own is what I want to see, instead showing love; but only with inside an arms lenght. Lets show the youths trust and some unity, expect without the .45s and the goddamn .223s. These tools can be used for peace, instead instead of for the punishment, I swear all niggas be concerned about is who out here and running shit. When that shit irrelevant, put the scrap down and proceede with the development, I'm sick of seeing brothers in a casket for the hell of it, quit that one track thinking bullshit, man I swear it got me hella sick. Niggas always talking bout everything but the elephant standing in the room; they obviously out they element. If you were to read them their rights; they probably selling it, I swear this shit right here the wholeful truth and I be telling it. There's scriptures all up in blood and ignorance is the spell of it. Hot hollows is the method the man out here mailing with.

That's Just What They See (prod. Ok Boi)

Lyrics:
[Chorus] (x2) I got my eyes on the prize; chandeliers in the sky when my ass off that boof pack you know that I'm high. Bitch I got some work in Texas hit that 35 up, used to want my time up; now they gone rewind us. 

[Verse] Little shawty out in washington, is it love or lust? I'm just tryna find out while sparking on this bud. Feeling lost, I need a navigation in the art of love, as I articulate like artemis while in a shrub. I swear I don't fuck codine but I need these drugs, for the ail of heart this fo nigga get pouing up, everyday I sip, I sip nigga I'm slowing up; tipping in this 64 nigga you know we rolling up. Growing up times was hard I remeber vision cards, mommas eyes drooping real low cause she working hard, in and out of the hospitials tryna get a meal, money off her badge; that's how I had knew it was real. Niggas tryna test my nuts; then I'm finna test this steel, imma cock it back; way back, watch they skin get peeled. Thousand yard stare up in this bitch I don't got no feels, cause I leave my heart at home and my nuts up in the field.

[Chorus] (x2) I got my eyes on the prize; chandeliers in the sky when my ass off that boof pack you know that I'm high. Bitch I got some work in Texas hit that 35 up, used to want my time up; now they gone rewind us.

Eyes On The Prize [Prod. PKBeatz]

Boof Boii (freestyle)  [Prod. Mmmxnv]

Boof Boii (Houston Edition) [Prod. Mmmxnv]

SEGA (freestyle) [Prod. Mmmxnv]

UnoTheActivist - Extendo (Houston Edition)

Been gone for a mean min, here's a freestyle.

No Title (freestyle) [Prod. Donnie Katana]

Monday Melody(freestyle) [Prod. Savzilla]

All rights to 2k, Splash, and Chai. They spazed on this one! Enjoy this slow and reverb!

2kThaGoon - Old News [Slowed & Reverb] (Prod. Jaysplash X Chai)

Prob somewhere smoking and freestyling.

Slow & Reverb profile https://soundcloud.com/user-520068220

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