DATAMOSHBLOODDROP

SO WHATS REALLY WRONG? (intro)

:3 (prod. quinntuple)

(lyrics:)

too much baggage 
lil bitch i aint tryna manage that
such a lack of manners
u tryna act like a man with that?
stand n’ clap for no one, talkin nothin’ 
i can’t stand these cats
backpack rappers?
please, y’all rockin fanny packs
i’m playin hacky sack
with who say i’m satanic
i’m that alt bitch in her disco 
wondering where the panic at
AH!
where the bitches gettin manic at?
mating press a beat
just to show it how a faggot acts

y’all actin handicap, cappin’ bout what’s traumatic
can’t fuck wit rappers, they always actin dramatic
love it but i act like i hate it just for the sass bitch
can’t even debate, i’m a tsundere for this rap shit
bad bitch, groupies wan fuck me cuz i’m attractive
actin out, way to rabid, i ain’t a hat trick
i’m spazzin out cuz none of these rappers actually active
i’m an addict to this cash i be runnin up like it’s track bitch
i’m actually packin ratatatas
strappin semi automatics
i got thousands in the jacket
stackin dough up offa rappin
cassinova how i snatch
ya bitch n hoes that i be clappin
just like jonah pockets fatter than ya own
i’m superbad that’s what i’m told
lets get it crackin like my pole if he want action 
let it go like i’m wit ana
super cold i feel like santa
on the low i’m flipping packs
from mexico down to atlanta
how i flow i rule atlantis
ho i’m

really that bitch
short fuse with an enormous aura
i’m feelin like that short shawdy offa toradora
these cats adorable
competition do more than bore us
big shoes to fill
they can’t ignore, i’m sora
these rappers neckbeards
not surprised if they wore fadoras, more water than legend of kora, if she was born a zora
dora exporin the box, y’all opened up pandora
she gimme gorra n then i’m droppin her like gamora

TSUNDERE! (prod. bokoven)

RAPTURE.

Prod. Buckx2
Im not gonna go there I don't work that way
im not gonna hold you I don't feel that way
if you gonna talk sweet I dont wanna hear it
I dont wanna think anymore (x4)
maybe i should stay here
maybe i should feel the night
ankle deep in it I couldn't fight
I should keep this feeling right right right right right right 
I should keep this feeling right right right right right I should keep this feeling right
I got it in my head now
im feelin like I own the night
light flashing white I know you want a bite I got you in my sight
you should talk to me girl
im runnin hits on the world
you think you best well dressed sittin pretty with your hair curled
you should talk to me girl im getting drinks on the way
you could invite me to stay 
I only talk when im paid bitch
Im not gonna go there I don't work that way
im not gonna hold you I don't feel that way
if you gonna talk sweet I dont wanna hear it
I dont wanna think anymore (x4)
maybe i should stay here
maybe i should feel the night
ankle deep in it I couldn't fight
I should keep this feeling right right right right right right 
I should keep this feeling right right right right right I should keep this feeling right

DARKHOUR (PROD.BUCKX2)

Jargon

Jargon (feat. BENKRO)

issbrokie - 5'11 (castttmixx)

THINKING MIKU! (p. starboisaturn)

FATAL DRIFT

lyrics, cover, and production by me (:

https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/kevinkempt/keep-going-2

Lyrics:
Hey guys. I wanted to make a song about my emotions, the heart, and, overall, just how life's been treating me as of recent. It's just-

[Chorus]
Had to put a little wait
I just could not facilitate
The work that goes in servin'
Brand new songs on top of dinner plates
Sacrificed a little time just
At the price of fickle rhymes and
Layed them over 808s that
Break the brain and hit the spine (OKAY!)

[Verse 1]
I just pulled up in it, hard and focused like a sucker-punch
I fumble much, stumble and get made fun of as if no one does
Some of y'all too negative, sensitive, straight repetitive, and
Casual on one rope while I'm out here doing double dutch
I can make a fast song, keep the lyrics real and making sense
I can keep the passion when I've been out here just making cents
I can see the money-hungry saying that, "nobody wants me."
Meanwhile, I'm just happy that this rapping made me friends
Don't care what you said to me
Keeping my enemies
Under a bit of
A clutch
Don't try befriending me
Unless you're willing to
Act real and earn all
My trust
Switching my flows like I'm too indecisive
And can't keep one right so I act like a child and I
Throw both away in a series of rage and 
Don't get any streams cause I'm doing too much

[Chorus]
Had to put a little wait
I just could not facilitate
The work that goes in servin'
Brand new songs on top of dinner plates
Sacrificed a little time just
At the price of fickle rhymes and
Layed them over 808s that
Break the brain and hit the spine (OKAY!)

[Chorus]
Had to put a little wait
I just could not facilitate
The work that goes in servin'
Brand new songs on top of dinner plates
Sacrificed a little time just
At the price of fickle rhymes and
Layed them over 808s that
Break the brain and hit the spine (OKAY!)

[Verse 2]
Questioning the universe
I knew it'd hurt. I
Popped off in a couple minute-longs and
Then I moved to work
In those little songs, I acted
Funny cause I knew what worked
Now I'm after commas and the status of a
Music nerd. To restate I
Popped off. I know music's an
Odd job. It might not get me
Caviar. It might not get me
Foie gras. But better than a
Cop car, or stalking, drugs, and cigarettes
Luckily I figured out how to utilize internet

[Chorus]
Had to put a little wait
I just could not facilitate
The work that goes in servin'
Brand new songs on top of dinner plates
Sacrificed a little time just
At the price of fickle rhymes and
Layed them over 808s that
Break the brain and hit the spine (OKAY!)
  
[Chorus]
Had to put a little wait
I just could not facilitate
The work that goes in servin'
Brand new songs on top of dinner plates
Sacrificed a little time just
At the price of fickle rhymes and
Layed them over 808s that
Break the brain and hit the spine (OKAY!)

(A bunch of random ad-libs I did on the spot)
Now I'm done. Now I'm out.
Now I'm done. Now I'm out.
Now I'm done. Now I'm out.
Now the song's over now.
Now the song's over now.
Now the song's over now.
Now the song's over now.
Now the song's over now.

(Ah, yeah, we did it!)
(I think the song is over at this p-)
(This beat took me a whole day to make please like)
(I hate having to record in my closet. It's so annoy-)

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