i just wanna knoooowwww

prod. @materialgirlrap

mixed by ilysm

no matter how i look at it .. [material girl]

HA HA HA HA! No transition
I'm a man on a mission
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
It's official. I love attention (Ha, ha, ha, ha!)
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
Eye-line girl into Bass Pro fishin'

Uh, they're all painting me stupid
Uh, long in the front like I'm Snoopy
Uh, don't say anything moving
Uh, I like her rolls like lumpia

(Ah, ah, ah)
Kevin alone like Macaulay Culkin
Your lies aren't you onta somethin'
All fake Ks like Oli London

Sometimes I say things that I don't believe in
Just to get into people's brains
And I have spread into lethal range
Sometimes I talk on things I have no degrees in
For no reason
Complex Napolean

See you this evening
I see you this evening
Like seasons I change and I age and I weaken
I passed her by, so just call me a deacon
Feel like Gaston with music from Sweden
Sometimes, I'm talking without meaning
Sometimes, I'm thinking without speaking
And sometimes I forget to say bye before I start leaving

Disintegrate, disassociate
Nothing's real. Don't create
No expressions-every face
Embrace nothing, leave no trace

Build our cities, fight the wars
Dance and sing, pandering (pandering)
All the while, we cannot shake
The nagging sense it's all a fake

Scurry, hustle, chase success
Trapped up in a horrid mess
Efforts frail, ambitions grand
watch him eat the specks of sand

He needs it by the month
He needs it by the month
He's from the South
He usually tells buddy to go back inside his house

(Hey, hey, look at me)
(Thanks)

HA HA HA HA! No transition
I'm a man on a mission
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
It's official. I love attention (Ha, ha, ha, ha!)
No pain in a pan in the kitchen
Mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah start kissin'
Eye-line girl into Bass Pro fishin'
Uh, they're all painting me stupid
Uh, long in the front like I'm Snoopy
Uh, don't say anything moving
Uh, I like her rolls like lumpia

(Ah, Ah, Ah Ahhh!) Cool new things I do
Haven't been outside
How is the sky because I think it's blue?

Let me just say let me just say something
Got one day and you all did nothing
Some of you need to meet me outsideeeeee
Okay, I'm just bluffin'
Follow my arrow like Musgrave loving
Get an A+ cause I gave something
So bored, I might just copy myself
We're jumping
We're punching
We're pulling seduction

You're bragging about cuffing season (Golden retriever...)
But your boyfriend's ugly
No money monsters looking like Michael and Sully
You aren't funny
And If you rate girls, then you won't find anyone loving
I like to go out the country
I got a two hundred quintillion inside my duffel
You know im not fronting, uh

NO TRANSITION

Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and (You what?!)
Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and turn a rock into stone
And the pennies to loans 
Many bet against the way that I'm setting my goals
Watch me make what they make wither
For a spot, you'd be sipping on paint thinner

And I say that I'm sorry but I'm not sorry
I'm looking up in the car and its starry
Me verses me like it's Ford and Ferrari
I lawyer on her like show me body

Habeas corpus
I am so gorgeous
You would pay for what I forge 
It's really simple
Broke a bone. Got a cap
Some of you are waiting for a model map

All out
I said it. I'm going all out
I said I'm pretty like Ricky
You ask where I'm at. I stickered your city
I'm waiting for reasons to answer your text and it just hasn't hit me
Grip the safety, lift the weight, free, trip and face me
I got a spear. Make you move in a line
I said, "Baby hit me one more time"

If you like
If you like it I love it
Care about me but I am not cuffin'
Like it how I'm not bluffin'
He like my style. It's toughy (Yeah, he say it's toughy)
Whip it up in a pot
Beat him up and I give him a (?)
You my son boy, you was (?)
NPC yeah, you was a bot
(Bot)
Said I love you. Yeah, I do not

Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and (You what?!)
Stuck on my own. Gotta talk on my own
Gotta flip the script and turn a rock into stone
And the pennies to loans 
Many bet against the way that I'm setting my goals
Watch me make what they make wither
For a spot, you'd be sipping on paint thinner

A&R said they're aching for great pillars 
But I'm there with the people like Wayne Miller
And you talk like you're not on those painkillers
You got caught and went back to the same dealer
You're not real like the F in concave mirrors
You can't cut it like sloppily taped scissors
I'm young and blessed to have so many mad at me
Cap and gown, but there's no cap in my salary

All out
I said it. I'm going all out
I said I'm pretty like Ricky
You ask where I'm at. I stickered your city
I'm waiting for reasons to answer your text and it just hasn't hit me
Grip the safety, lift the weight, free, trip and face me
I got a spear. Make you move in a line
I said, "Baby hit me one more time"

Fisher, baby, give me one more line
Fisher baby! (Uh!)
It's a sign of the times
I rip out your spin
You got your flesh without blood like it's Grimes
I'm checking the time like all of the time
Working on signs and my lines and designs
People who talked bad on me have no plays
They played stupid games and won a dumber prize

And people don't mind when they're undermining all the times that I cried
So much blood money running up and down my friends like it's heinz
I'm spending my hours on shrines
I'm spending hours frigid over every digit
Picking skin edges it's just proof that I'm all out
I'm crimson I'm gouged I'm drawn out
I'm crimson. I'm gouged. It's the price that I pay
And I like it that way cause I like that I'm paid
It's a vice in a way cause when I roll the dice
In my mind, I'm a cat
I got mice that I chase
I got mice that I chase
I got lines that I make 
I got tracks that I make
I don't cop out
It's all thought out
People hate on what's new like they thawed out
I wrote it, I sang it, I said, I mixed it, I sent it, 
You know i go all out 

All out!

ALL OUT (ft. gaptoothv4mp)

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

Music Video: https://youtu.be/ZsGWqpsOJ4g

Song dedicated to the 1985 BMWs

Lyrics:
'85 Bimmer
You cant rust my seater
Go flash-flash dash
I adjust my meter
But I love these fans
I don't hush my readers
I don't judge my greeters
I'm the clutch drive speeder

I don't take no breaks unless I wanna take a break
It's the sicker spitter
Lick it up and duck off in the place
In the past, I went lower than Impala Chevrolets
Now I jump so high they don't say Kevin Kempt
I'm Kevin Gates
I said please give me space
I move at a dizzy pace
I just want a starship like my name was Jimmy Page
So I put myself to work
Can't just be a pretty face
A lot of people just embarrass me
I can't affiliate
Only time I'm getting zeros is when adding to my digits
I might follow up with London-circle back and hit a wicket
I got money on my money
They should make a call to guiness
I got blue top to bottom
All these Bennys got me Bridget

'85 Bimmer
You cant rust my seater
Go flash-flash dash
I adjust my meter
But I love these fans
I don't hush my readers
I don't judge my greeters
I'm the clutch drive speeder (It's an)
'85 Bimmer
You can't rust my seater
Go flash-flash dash
I adjust my meter
But I love these fans
I don't hush my readers
I don't judge my greeters
I'm the clutch drive speeder

I don't take no breaks unless I wanna take a break
Like the little piggy, I just like to move to hit the bank
I don't care bout what you think and I don't care bout your thanks
You're ugly you stank and I can't care (Can't)

'85 Bimmer

(hook:)
fuck, do u mean, i aint her
boi dats nasty work
talk, on the team, okay bitch
yo whole pack get merc’d
i ain’t never seen a motherfucker
talkin on my name like i won’t blast a jerk
why you worried bout my guap
when u ain’t even stacked it first

(verse:)
bitch,
i aint never stopped dis shit for nobody
lil bitch you’ll really get stomped
if u trippin about me
i’ll put a bitch in a trunk if they trippin around me
i’m smokin spliffs of da runtz til my vision get cloudy
a broke bitch typa cunt run yo outta yo county
u wanna talk like a dunce? cool, lets get rowdy
“A-PAP PAP!” make em dance u gon need u a bounty
to take me down, man i hate when these fuckboys doubt me
do me a favor 
i aint doin ya dirty if i aint paid first
2 glocks, big ass like tracer
i’m finna hit matt walsh witta lazer
i aint fuckin wit u, boi, u a chaser
chokeslam a beat, undertaker
more i get real, be the more y’all get faker
quit talkin bout a bitch, u a hater
you worried bout a bitch while i’m worried bout paper
fuck
yeah aight
wallet supersized
talkin on my guys
i let bullets fly
yeah aight
wallet supersized
talkin on my guys
i let bullets fly
i let haters die
i let haters cry
you don’t care bout rights
u jus alt right
pullin up in that “whatchamacallit”
in the trap, home alone, feel like macaulay culkin
i’m prolly talkin up ya shawdy if ya main thotty callin
lil hoe i’m stayin in that H20 like a dolphin
u’d think i’m polyamorous the way yo shawdy, n mama, n auntie, n grandma all hit it prolly leave u astonished,
hakuna matata the way i’m livin, honest to brahma,
i gotta get gualla the only typa drama i follow, issbrokie!

(hook:)
fuck, do u mean, i aint her
boi dats nasty work
talk, on the team, okay bitch
yo whole pack get merc’d
i ain’t never seen a motherfucker
talkin on my name like i won’t blast a jerk
why you worried bout my guap
when u ain’t even stacked it first
fuck, do u mean, i aint her
boi dats nasty work
talk, on the team, okay bitch
yo whole pack get merc’d
i ain’t never seen a motherfucker
talkin on my name like i won’t blast a jerk
why you worried bout my guap
when u ain’t even stacked it first

ISSBROKIE - NASTYWERKKKK! (prod. femtanyl)

(hook:)
jump on the stage n i tweak
beat nasty, it came out the creek
shawdy fuck witta internet hoe
shawdy fuck wit me cuz i’m a geek
n i got me some internet bros
getchu cut for a muhfuckin fee
1 homie would slide if u died
mine do that for a muhfuckin feat

(verse:)
got a man and his body look greek
it cut from the ‘crete, he build like the street
i got too much drive i can’t think 
y’all don’t got drive like the whip stuck in P
fuck talkin bitch i’m tryna beat 
mula bitch n its barely in green
thats what you made in a week????
i do that shit in my muhfuckin sleep
bitch
i’m off the mushrooms
you don’t fuck wit my homies its fuck you
me buck in the whip, what we up to?
up to here wit these rappers we stuck to
tryna break out the underground alla y’all tash
2020 gone it aint comin back
fuck that punk shit it alla y’all raps
suck my fuckin dick, put 2 in ya ass
ever since a fuckin jit been trippin, slangin, trappin bitch
even when i didn’t have to, makin money was my passion bitch
i said fuck this town, n now its been a bit since i was lackin bitch
had to lock in, rappin took off, stopped complaining, made it happen bitch
since a jit been stackin, talkin shit might get u flattened bitch
mobbin, pistol packin, smack a rapper out his jacket bitch
you can’t offer jack to me cuz i already have it bitch
you hatin cuz i’m trans
until this mac think u a faggot bitch

(hook:)
jump on the stage n i tweak
beat nasty, it came out the creek
shawdy fuck witta internet hoe
shawdy fuck wit me cuz i’m a geek
n i got me some internet bros
getchu cut for a muhfuckin fee
1 homie would slide if u died
mine do that for a muhfuckin feat

ISSBROKIE - INTERNET HOE! (prod. buckx2)

ssj daki - ordinary days freestyle

MANY MEN

'BOUT MY! (CUT N SEWN REMIX)

'BOUT MY! (CUT N SEWN REMIX)[Prod. Vizull]

PROBLEM SOLVED. JUST ADD CHEMISTRY. "ACID BATH" is a track about the perfect disposal. Featuring bubbling sound effects and corrosive bass lines, this song breaks down the beat just like the acid breaks down the bone. The flow is precise, scientific, and deadly. No body, no crime. Just a barrel of sludge.
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