Fixed The Game

Letter to M

LYRICS

[Verse 1]
You can't kill me, I was born dead,
In my mind there's four heads,
Spitting all this realness hit you right across your forehead,
For bread, brothers will scope the scene for weeks b,
You better watch your back, or end up on the fuckin' news see,
Live life loud and prosper is the motive,
Unavailable for weekends cause this work is all we knowin',
Leavin' your brain crushed, these rappers can't play us,
They try to cross us, I ain't Blaine but I'mma show you how I'm floating,
Coastin', blowin', going, flowin', like the oceans,
Your lines are fucking impotent,
What's important, see the universe as you know it,
Won't matter the reality when these rappers come after me,
They dissapear one by one man, nobody will come after me,
I'm number 1 all the way through to 5, in this bitch,
Somebody call a plug, I need the supply, in this bitch,
She try to talk me into it, but I can't vibe wit this bitch,
I cut her off, there's really no big suprise that we rich

[Hook]
Smilin' in my face now,
Leave you rappin' face down,
Cause I got the wild style,
Always been a foul child

[Verse 2]
Always been around, son,
Hustlin' underground, son,
But I can't take it no more,
These rappers; clowns, son
You ever seen a rose rise out of the concrete?
When I speak, the minds of these scholars, get antsy,
And see me, ride, with the people I die with,
Break bread, with the people I'm alive with,
I don't trust nobody, she on my timeline, replyin',
To 20 other rappers, that she tryna hit the line wit, man they
Smilin' in my face now,
Leave you rappin' face down,
Cause I got the wild style,
Always been a foul child,
I swear the flow so ill, these rappers getting tired,
Triple 6 up on your head, you like Satan, getting retired,
From the gates of heaven,
Flow like excedrin through your brain cavities,
And mimic me, see I make this money casually,
Takin' it back, 
Makin' it come by the stacks,
See wit my flow i attack,
Your mental, your temples, get blown up in fact,
Cause I'm tearing it up and then putting back,
You bite on the track,
And your features are whack,
Kayczar really got that

WILDSTYLE

Money Team Freestyle

Apa Lagi?

[Hook]
Night time, right time
Pull up to the spot, with the right dime,
Night time, right time,
Pull up with the mob like it's fight time

[Verse 1]
Night time, right time, G, 
Yeah I got the squad me, 
Better come thru with the defence
Fuck around push you off the deep end 
Yeah I got the lights on me,
If you come thru get beat,
All eyes on me,
Made a couple ringgit now the flights on me,
Woah, pop a xan, hop on the mic and just spit,
You teething you babies just fiending for hits,
I get the hits from the homie then flip,
I pray my girl never catch me with clips,
I gotta couple past due that’s the race,
Money be speeding down straights in my brain,
I got the whip from my momma that’s real,
I told her I got it and bussed down the grill,
I’m coming in either way,
I will say, I am the greatest, 
Till dying days,
I got some people who rubbin’ off wrong and I tell ‘em just chill Imma make me a song,
And I’ll light up this tree just to get me along
All of this talk witchu suckers is wrong,
I need a fifth and somemore of patron,
We at the spot and they playing my song, gone

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Don’t try to me what’s poppin’ homie,
My daddy had records worth houses homie,
Stevie and Ozzy were partners homie,
Every sunday we blast that shit loud with homies,
Ya’ll fell asleep on me watch this,
Apa lagi was a hit don’t you doubt it
If you want beef I got heat, I’m about it,
But I’ll have to warn you my partners they ridin’ for me,
Sliding with 3s, get in the paint and get buckets with ease,
We never brick less you shoppin’ at least,
100g strong got my people so pleased,
Y’all don’t nothing but these are the beats,
Shit that was ‘round while I watched ‘em get beat,
I gotta say, you testin’ me b,
Who made you kepala out on these streets?
Sarung kepala bapak lu and breath in,
Breathe out, we don’t know none of ya’ll,
All of my Gs ain’t got no accounts boi why you standing there snapping for?
Oh you happy for me? Shitttt 
I am not smiling boi, no no no not at all,
Get thru the day, live out at night,
That’s what the fuck we been on it for

[Hook]

Night Time

The Vault 001 - Night Time

[Verse]
All I do is fuck my bitch and these beats,
Graduated with the whole key to the streets,
If you can’t look me in the eye when you lie,
I know you snitchin’ when that blue light come to ride,
Put me anywhere, Imma triple my worth,
I’d sell a pack to the priest, droppin’ acid at church,
It’s in my mind when I speak, it’s in my soul when you hurt,
I kill ‘em all baby, please, tell ‘em I am the word,
Ikut masa I’m a beast,
Ikut masa I’m a priest,
Ikut masa don’t be late on me, 
Where my rack at? I know where you stay homie,
Stay lonely but dangerous,
That’s word to YG, them boys with us,
The homie caught a couple shots of the angel dust,
And now we headed to the party they ain’t heard of us, but look,
We still outside, wheelie Meek Milly when I’m on the telly,
2 cups, no lean, but we sippin’ heavy,
Sellin’ rhymes like dimes, tell ‘em come and get me,
And we don’t trust cops or opps, money in the bank, I ain’t cop no watch,
They try to hold you down, till they put you in the ground,
Better pray we gon’ turn this shit around

[Hook]
Love good,
Eat good,
Smoke good,
We good

The Vault 002 - We Good

[Verse 1]
Watch the bassline go,
Draw for the tool then I click unload (like woah)
Tongue game, devilman flow,
Test my Gs imma see you on road, (no joke)
Go to the rave on Thursday, 
No play we at the spot on smoke,
Microphone fiend I mean that’s the weapon of choice if you ever get close,
Tell em stay calm,
I got the juice in my palm,
A little JD and we get frisky,
Oh she gimme that skrrt when she wit me,
Things getting mixy,
I’m in the mix see,
We had the spot going hard on god since I was like 16,
Now I got 16 clips and I spit clean,
Matter fact Imma need 24, 
Ready for war,
At anytime, 
Young boy on a heavy grind,
I’ve got things on my mind,
And I’m not for the law
This ain’t a sketch G,
Don’t play no roles, keep that energy,
When u see me know the code is all black,
Down for the cause and thats a maybach,
2 door with the 44s on the tires,
Ya’ll lookin’ so so tired, better run it back

[Hook]
Better run when you see me,
Picked up the mic like it rang rang rang
I’m like based god, call me lil kb,
Jump on the track like bang bang bang,
This that 3am on a bender,
Tune came on and we sang sang sang,
I took a jump bet I’ll land land land,
Always roll with the gang gang gang

[Verse 2]
Hol up,
I’ve been outside tryna pour up,
Mix my cup might thro up
Right back up you know us,
You can’t tell me nothin’ ‘bout me,
Lets keep it real your life is a meme,
Don’t make me come down to your level,
I’ll run the whole chart like I run the whole team,
You hear that sound,
That’s what it’s like in the lions den,
You rara bitches get quiet real quick,
Take you out with a pad and a pen,
She came by tryna hang with some men,
Done with cats on a cougar thing,
I told her we all dogs in here, 
K got the 9 and I’ll buss for the ring

Better run when you see me,
Picked up the mic like it rang rang rang
I’m like based god, call me lil kb,
Jump on the track like bang bang bang,
This that 3am on a bender,
Tune came on and we sang sang sang,
I took a jump bet I’ll land land land,
Always roll with the gang gang gang

The Vault 003 - Calm

[Hook]
Look at the name,
Wizard of change,
I'm at the grave,
I killed the game,
Mac in my back,
Gone in a Snap,
We never lack,
Back in my bag

[Verse 1]
Tell 'em I'm livin',
Back from the kitchen,
Returnin' your hoes,
Get out the buildin',
I just been buildin',
Cut off some children,
Waved, I'm chillin',
Sit back and listen;
Fuck a Scorpion these bitches in their feelings,
Talkin' top top never stay in that position,
Come at your head top if you fuckin' up the business,
Switchin' hands I never seen you do the dealin',
Watchu talkin' 'bout? 
This shit be soundin' like I'm out here poppin' cops,
Poppy seed or money trees,
I'm throwin' shade at all you flops,
Say I'll never make it if I never end up goin' pop,
Biar dia orang main coklat,
I'll be out here brown and hot

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
"Top,top, top, top, top, top billing!"
Senju back up on it out here chowing on thee chitlins,
I think I don't give a fuck about all ya'll opinions,
I think I done taught too many brothers how to whip it,
Fuck all that disrespectful shit,
Quoting some Pa like you think you it,
Bandan wrapped you're full of it,
Yeah, it's a wrap when I shoot the clip,
Writing your rhyme on your iPad talking 'bout "I'm mad!",
On my Malcom I got X Men in the whole gang,
That's a whole chain,
Shit got took while I was bumpin' Coltrane,
This a cold game, that's the heaters always on man,
I got no more time a gotta move up out his rut ,
Brain, Sloppy in the lobby guard be runnin' out the door mane

[Hook]

The Vault 004 - Shade

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Intro

Old track, felt it was appropriate. Enjoy.

Medication

Death Riddim

Founder of Operasi Records.
Beatmaker/Wordsmith.

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Kayczar

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