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Can I Have Your Attention?

track 1 of middle of a stage

lyrics:
I've been working several months now
To make something of your praise
I don't know why I feel so rushed now
But I'm counting down the days
I can't really put this lightly
Maybe life was made like this to spite me
But I can't praise you
Cause you're a little bit too much like me

And
No one told me all my
Idols were just faking
All of it to seem more
Super can't I-can't I
Lie? There's no perfect
Guy. How upsetting!
I would at least just
Like a guide, but

There's no guide, and I
Still wanna praise
I feel like I'm in
The middle of a stage
The middle of a stage

And all around me, there are lights
They surround me like the night
Is this real? Is this life?
Is this what purgatory's like?

No one told me all my
Idols were just faking
All of it to seem more
Super can't I-can't I
Lie? There's no perfect
Guy. How upsetting!
I would at least just
Like a guide, but

But when you come
To a conclusion like that
It's like
You feel like you're on the wrong side. You know?
Um. But yeah, that's more recent
If you want to listen to something a little more...
Dated
I got this
I made it like a month after it happened
No point in not playing it
Here

middle of a stage

ACHOO! W/ SUGS [PROD.COHST]

lyrics:
You got no business questioning a- questioning a
Thang, thang, thang
Thang, thang, thang
Thang, thang, tha
You got no business questioning a- questioning a
Thang, thang, tha-thang
Thang, thang, tha-tha
Thang, thang, thang, tha
You got no business questioning a- questioning a

Pop in
Pop out
If you didn't know me then, then just- just shut your mouth
You didn't know me in the north, so don't call when it goes south
Think I'm giving you my route? No, I'm taking you out

Some you need to take a run like DMC
I'm DND to all these texts that people send
They're TMP
I get a rest from all these people preachin' peace but really mean
They knew the sign but never really CND
On the screen, they're seein' me
I got electrons in my body
I got secrets in my trunk
And your girl doesn't want prison but she really wants to cuff
Yes, I'm glad I met you once, but I don't really wanna puck
You don't even get to duck when I just flank you like a duck

Pop in
Pop out
If you didn't know me then, then just- just shut your mouth
You didn't know me in the north so don't call when it goes south
Think I'm giving you my route? No, I'm taking you out

(Just two bands, got it?)

Just two bands, it's just two bands, it's just two bands, it's just two bands
For those bands, I'd get you handsy and romantic: Make you dance
But I wouldn't do that kind of thing despite saying the fact
It's just that you say you don't like me, yet there's values that you lack
You need to stop
You need to stop
You need to stop
You're acting silly
Feel like bathroom fish the way you got me asking "is it really?"
(Thang) Manny Pac the way I knock out
Stop this
Boom like the stocks in
Get ready for my pop-in

Pop in
Pop out
If you didn't know me then, then just- just shut your mouth
You didn't know me in the north so don't call when it goes south
Think I'm giving you my route? No, I'm taking you out
Pop in
Pop out
If you didn't know me then, then just- just shut your mouth
You didn't know me in the north so don't call when it goes south
Think I'm giving you my route? No, I'm taking you-

We're sorry
You have reached a number
That has been disconnected or is no longer in service

Money's comin' out my, uh
Money's comin' out my pockets

Money's comin' out my pockets as I'm laughing to the bank (I don't care!)
Got a couple puckin' bangers in the tank
I said don't pick up that phone
You don't wanna see what happens
I said don't pick up that phone 'less you wanna see the cabin (2 Le-)
Two Legit two Quit like MC Hammer when I'm rappin'
Take you and her to the cinema to show you both some action
I don't slow roast
I break you down all personal like fractions
Yes, I go ghost
Negotiating lames is not a habit

Uh, half-mast flag flying
Puck it I'll be gnashing, slashing
Call it class the way that you'll be passin'
And then I'll be dashin' (Catch)
Catch 22 catching 22
Like Scooter Braun
Try typing hate comments
With your puckin' arms cut off

Not even talking to you
It isn't worth it
Don't call me
This number's (No longer in service)
Not even begging for attention
I just walk in
Not even targeting
I just- I just pop in

Pop in
Pop out
If you didn't know me then, then just- just shut your mouth
You didn't know me in the north so don't call when it goes south
Think I'm giving you my route? No, I'm taking you out
Pop in
Pop out
If you didn't know me then, then just- just shut your mouth
You didn't know me in the north so don't call when it goes south
Think I'm giving you my route? No, I'm taking you

You got no business questioning a thang
You got no business questioning a thang
You got no business questioning a thang
You got no business questioning a thang

POP IN, POP OUT

all credit to ME!

Lyrics:
Well, for years
And years
They say that money has been
The root of all evil to a lot of men, but

Can I have your attention?
I'm lost in suspension
I just wanna know that you'll be there
If something hits the fan

Do I have your attention?
I don't want your aggression
I just want you here

You can talk
We can talk
I don't care of where or what it's about
As long as it's with me

And you can walk
I'll just walk over there
Cause why be alone with the things that you see?

Can I Have Your Attention? (Intro)

Up! Up!

I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm
Uh

I'm going down now
Go to downtown to let sound pound
Feel like DJ Khaled
You cant stop me being loud now
Loudmouth people get mad like it errands and they're embarrassing
Cause they'll be soonest to bow down

Your favorite game to play with me was, "Guess which way you'll twist the knife into my side"
Because you took my livelihood (almost my life)
So now I'm thinking whether not the things I learned were worth the time
Or if the damage scarred was wrong or right or dark or light

Your favorite game to play with me was, "Guess which way you'll twist the knife into my side"
Because you took my livelihood (almost my life)
So now I'm thinking whether not the things I learned were worth the time
Or if the damage scarred was wrong or right or dark or light

So I'm up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
Up up up upupupupup
I'm going up

Up, up

I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up
I'm going up

Get away from you bony zero backbone piece of -
Think I'd rather rip out all my body parts than sit through more of this
I'm pissed. You promised skies, delivered pits. my spirit's split
You pitiful disguising leading, lying hypocritic skit
You played the game. I won the round
Your voice is noise. I hate the sound
Matter fact, let's double back and hit each other pound for pound
I was a king without a crown
I'm rising up. you're falling down
And I said it. I need credit like I wrote "I Get Around"

I'm going down now
Go to downtown to let sound pound
Thinking when I never have to see you like a countdown
Next time that you see me better walk away or crouch down
Bounce down. Count in, Drowned out.
Wound out
I was wound up like a puppet
Every time I tried to talk, you'd just tell me to sh-sh-shove it
Never gonna talk it down or hold it back or t-t-tuck it
You can hate me now, but one day, I will make you learn to love it

I'M GOING UP

This is the Alabama Whistleblower (Alabama W-whistleblower)
(-ower rew)

Said
Some of you need to go Zillian mode and stand up for yourself
1 v 4-then it's four on the shelf
If I was you, I'd be ignoring myself
Warming myself through the sun
Thinking about the old me, and I'm mourning myself
I made a song and I'm pouring myself and I'm learning through it
I'm informing myself

Back in the life (Life)
Accidentally impolite (Light)
Stare at the iris of people that fell off like Iris inside Counter-Strike
I'm gonna turn you to Oedipus (Oedipus)
I gotta knife
I gotta strike
And I'm Chris Kyle when I get the snipe (Snipe, snipe, snipe, snipe)
I gotta I gotta I gotta spike (Spike)

I just hit up my bank and they said the address was right (The address was right. It's right)
On villa 5 and you're vilified, so I
So I
Say a prayer 'fore I eat like it's Ramadan
Now you're talking
It's on and on
And sue me
Don't like aviation movies
Got more faith when I read up on Rumi

ODB way I'm giving a cup of the death and I (Death)
Shake with the right and then stab with the left (Left)
Got two twins. That's a time that they'll never forget (Get)
I got a goal at the end of the day and I'll spread it
And, hey, it's the same thing I say when I turn on my mic
It's check, check
I don't need respect-spect
You sorry-ass rappers defected

And I just pulled up in a whip that is white like a redneck
Costs more than a rent check (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
At least as high as yours will get-get
And it's two and two like you made a conjunction
Redveil-my pride can't let me function
Oscar Mayer how I grill 'em to nothing
We're jumping
We're punching (Pu-pu)
We're pulling seduction (Ah!)

Dangerous record a&rs offer me angel dust
Your girl called me cute inside her story, but she's taken, huh
Vaporous-that kind of love that you got is vaporous
Gone in one second if she's traitorous

Feel like bee how I'm seeming to soar (Nyew)
Feel like Bea. Have I seen you before? (I'm not sure)
Hit a red and I feel in my core
CMB. you're needing me more (Wow!)

It's official: I'm a problem
Ya'll lying bout not fittin' in... like a c-
Alabama whistleblower on the scene! (Alabama whistleblower!)
Cleaning money off the floor with a rake
I'm on the beam
Stop dropping Socrates-like language onto me
Pop shuvit on the beach and rock in your slot machine
Darin like Beyond the Sea
Here's advice on the cheap (Said)

Some of you need to go Zillian mode and stand up for yourself
1 v 4-then it's four on the shelf
If I was you, I'd be ignoring myself
Warming myself through the sun
Thinking about the old me, and I'm mourning myself
I made a song and I'm pouring myself and I'm learning through it
I'm informing myself
Some of you need to go Zillian mode and stand up for yourself
1 v 4-then it's four on the shelf
If I was you, I'd be ignoring myself
Warming myself through the sun
Thinking about the old me, and I'm mourning myself
I made a song and I'm pouring myself and I'm learning through it
I'm informing myself

Alabama Whistleblower!

Dear Evelyn
I am
Not gonna send this letter
No love
Was given to me off of a silver spoon
So I learned how to savor off a blade
We both know I don't move how I used to move
Love me just the same
Love me just the same
I wrote you a song
You didn't sing it back
I wrote you another song
And you're singing it wrong
Woke up today (Good morning!)
(I just want to go back to sleep) I just need more time
I wrote you a third song, fourth song
Fourth time, four eyes
See you on the courtside
Swing and a miss
I laugh at you
Had to (Hold still!)
(1, 2,3!) I'm still mad at you
Let me go back to the past
(Slap!)
I just slapped past you
(Hold st-Hold)
Still woke up today (Good mo-)
(Just wanna go back to sleep)
I memorize the patterns of your teeth and your anatomy
I'd rather dream
It's easier than unraveling why you do not grab at me
Cause I'm the only one obsessed with you who doesn't have to be
I'm cool
You're cool
We're cool
So why isn't this happening?
I'm actually matter-of-factly perplexed so this is sadden-
I wrote you a song
You didn't sing it back
I wrote you another song
And you're singing it wrong
Woke up today (Good morning!)
(I just want to go back to sleep) I just need more time
I wrote you a third song, fourth song
Fourth time, four eyes
See you on the courtside
Swing and a miss
I laugh
At you
Had to (Hold still!)
(1, 2,3!) I'm still mad at you
Let me go back to the past
(Slap!)
I just slapped past you
(Hold st-Hold Still)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
(Ill ill ill ill ill ill ill ill)
Hold still

Hold Still!

One
Two
One Two Three
Wow!

You wish you had a different name
Different game
Different way that you exclaim the way you're happy that I came
Got no shame
It's so funny, honey
Technicolor girls only see gray
When they're looking in the mirror
Say (Wow!)

I- I love so much that every time I feel so stupid
What you're doing to me now is why I only can say
(Wow!)
What am I doing
Moving either like I'm God or Cupid
Moving in a dream that's lucid
Now you got me spoiled and ruined
Now you got me dancing badly, madly
Off some kind of juice that you produced
For sake of movement through the valley
Caddy rallying a human
Get me loose and then I'll prove it
I said that I'm not the jealous type
Before I aimed my gun to shoot him (Chk chk, pow)

If your favorite sound is silence
Then I will not even speak
If you say we need to stay up
I'll say sleep is for the weak
And if you need me bilingual
Contigo, todo es unique
If you say you love photographers
Then pose
Say cheese!

(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)

I don't give space, I give hot
Call me Mister Misses Maker
Majoring in nature physics
And if you do one thing today
Then please understand
That I could give you anything
Except a well-made plan

I- I love so much
That every time I feel so silly
What you're doing to me now
Has got me changing up my style
What am I really, really doing
In a busy city
Acting off the way I'm giddy
Guess you're really my Achilles

If you say you love adventure
I will climb the highest peak
If you say you love a patient man
Then I will wait for weeks
And if you say you're sentimental
We'll be dancing cheek to cheek
And if you say that you love flowers
I will give you a boutique

If your favorite sound is silence
Then I... Ahem
If you say we need to stay up
I'll say sleep is for the weak
And if you need me bilingual
Contigo, todo es unique
If you say you love photographers
Then pose
Say cheese!

(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)

(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)
(Wow!)

Say Cheese!

I saw twenty seven bodies when at Grand Lake
They were dropped
Unless getting shot
I felt panic for the plot
I went to the spot
They did not ask me for ID
There was not a single cop
Even near the liquor shop
Pop pop! close the door on me and get your fingers caught
Knock knock! In control like a top stock stopcock
Hot like a wok and you're following me
Like a shepherd with his flock
But I'm like a master lock

Can't copy! They're playing with their money all sloppy
Like monopoly. Nobody can stop me
I'm paparazzi the way I flash, snap no floppy
I could buy old school Atari

Running out of energy. No triple-A
I feel myself slip away
Shot in the dark. Made it ricochet
I can't scrub away my past
I'll probably end up double-A
And fail tryna run away with a priming double date

Uh, give all of my orders like a mandate
Stoop myself so I can think
Now I can't stand straight
We can't talk
We don't think the same and I can't translate
I don't think it can wait
I got manmade struggles handmade
Things you cannot patch up with a band-aid
Things that you cannot patch up with fanmail and grants paid
Demands made that without a plan I can't change
Damn straight

And I talk like I'm in La Folie
And I take the recognition like R.O.C
Do things myself to keep my R.O.E high
Know my trajectory like stars know the sky

But I don't know anything else about myself
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if there's someone there to help
Or if I'll end up on the shelf

CAN'T COPY

This is a song for a missus
Who spends too much time inside her own head
And I dream of dancing in a dream house
Till we get tired and sleep in our bed

I don't know what I'm doing here
I don't know what you're thinking

Oh, this is a hope that you listen
I spend too much time inside my own head
Cause I dream of dancing in a dream house
Till we expire and sleep in our deaths

And I don't know what I'm doing here
I don't know what you're thinking

This is for whoever listens
It's not for her attention
There's just love in my head
And I sing songs
Knowing they're about you
And it's nights you don't know that
Where I toss in my bed
And, and, and
I don't know what I'm doing here

I don't know what I'm doing here
I don't know what you're thinking
I don't know what we're doing here
Oh, I don't know what we're doing here

Temptations.

lyrics and vocals by shteppi
production by bad kid

(verse 1:)
you say that you’re in pain
oh girl, i feel the same
cuz what you do throughout your day is all thats in my brain
how does she maintain?
how come shes not insane
i gotta know the way she think to be the same way
i wanna be like her, beautiful and strong
it feels wrong but i’m masterbating to her songs
i wanna love you
i wanna kill you
i wanna hear you u cry, bitch

(chorus:)
i just wanna fucking
find all her information 
then drive an hour to your home late at night 
i strike fear in her imagination 
then kill her, rape her, watch her cry as i say
“you’re gonna fear me bitch”
“you’re gonna fear me bitch”
“don’t run from me”
“you’re gonna fear me bitch”
“what, are you scared?”
“it’s almost like you didn’t wanna meet me, bitch”
“don’t run from me”
“you’re gonna fear me bitch”

(bridge:)
i know you like your privacy,
but i’m in love with you.
you’re not in love with me.
i know you’re probably tired of me,
can’t get enough of you.
you’ve had enough of me.
i ain’t had enough yet

(verse 2:)
hacking social media you made at 10,
just so i can imagine touching your face again
finding old songs, said the names of your friends
i hit em up and they say y’all ain’t talked for like years on end.
how could they pass that up?
able to give you hugs?
i want to wear their skin
so i can feel your love.
i know you’re scared of me,
but girl, thats not enough.
i wanna cut you open
make you drink your own blood 

(chorus:)
so i
find all her information 
then drive an hour to your home late at night 
i strike fear in her imagination 
then kill her, rape her, watch her cry as i say
“you’re gonna fear me bitch”
“you’re gonna fear me bitch”
“don’t run from me”
“you’re gonna fear me bitch”
“how come you’re scared?”
“you only get no privacy with me, bitch”
aw shit
“you’re gonna fear me bitch”

shteppi - i hope u fear me. <3

(hook:)
they hear the kick drum
they hear the hihats 
they hear the flows prolly blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the typa steez make civilians rewind that
they hear the kick drum
they hear the hihats 
they hear the flows prolly blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the typa steez make civilians rewind that shit

(verse:)
hoe i spit what i spit
ghost(write // ride) what? the whip?
u won’t ever catch me slipping on that shit
on my bitch
man i put that on my kid’s kids
won’t even exist
i’m too broke inside to act like i’m rich
but fuck it we bounce back
we smokin on loud pack
tell me where the pound a’ hash is at
roll the blunt til its fat
man, i don’t like smokin gas
i get panic attacks 
i’d rather chill than go forget where i’m at
 sippin yogi n eatin toast
my homies is coast to coast
i’m practicing my cardio
we runnin n eatin oats
cuz we tryna do these shows 
my manager got me tourin
i’m anxious all the time but baby fuck it i’ll still endure it to say that i did it
shit a beautiful feelin
but i turn to a villian 
as soon as crew say we spinnin
do em grusome they finished
dr. strain with the cumberbatch
lil brodie i benn-idicted to flippin
this spinach pack
cuz green all i get
if its not, then its blue
i aint 4th, 3rd, y’all know damn well i aint 2
issbrokie numero uno
i came up, they was like “who?”
now i’m the new rap standard cuz y’all can’t do it like boo
i know my peers be gettin pissed off, hearing my tunes
y’all rhymes dryer than dunes
you tryna keep up with me?
u better off sellin shrooms
i been kickin the cyphers since just a girl in her school
i got more water than pools ya fool

(hook:)
they hear the kick drum
they hear the hihats 
they hear the flows prolly blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the typa steez make civilians rewind that
they hear the kick drum
they hear the hihats 
they hear the flows prolly blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the typa steez make civilians rewind that shit

ISSBROKIE - REWIND DAT! (prod. dylvinci)

(hook:)
mirror lookin like cunt
talk wrong, get him put in a blunt
(lil bish)
this bitch need a bump
all a bad bitch do is stunt
(yea!)
only west side runtz
gettin high while i watch game grumps
they only callin me trashy cuz 
i be walkin round with all this dump!

(verse:)
rhinestone hoodie wit the b cup tits
aint a rapper outside ridin beats like this
rhymezone clicked, now he think he the shit
fuck up out my face ‘less u tryna get kissed
mwah :3
ol’ freaky ass bitch
stead’a sayin that i suck go n suck my dick
stead’a hearin “wanna fuck” i’mma take yo bitch
stead’a sayin “what’s up” go n mind yo bizz
brodie
fuck
want beef then its up 
don’t carry cash but i keep shit a buck
keep a buck, couldn’t beef witta mark ass hoe
wanna talk on the team when its us
nobody else makin beats like bruh
shoutout buck shoutout gort like yuh
every time i see a comment sayin brokie shit trash
i just laugh keep countin up the green like “wut?”
you can get a smell of my blush
u passin me in a rush
yo daddy makin a fuss
cuz he jus wanna fuck
my waterbed of a butt
“brokie you dress like a slut”
thats cuz i can, you ain’t servin’
yo tiddies barely a cup
keep my shit untucked
my hips wide as a truck
you built just like a man
a bitch built like a buck
10/10 how i’m cut
*spit sound* on the ground
bet yo man lick it up
like word woah bitch cool it
wanted me some ass so i grew it
got this cute lil guy he a buddhist 
flashed a tiddy at him once said screw it
good neck get his neck n i chew it
mean bitch but the boys in to it
i got this himbo guy, he a unit
said he tryna make my mind go stupid
i tell him “boy, do it, do it, do it, do it”

(hook:)
mirror lookin like cunt
talk wrong, get him put in a blunt
(lil bish)
this bitch need a bump
all a bad bitch do is stunt
(yea!)
only west side runtz
gettin high while i watch game grumps
they only callin me trashy cuz 
i be walkin round with all this dump!

ISSBROKIE - CUNT! (prod. gort)

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