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Back on That

Back on That (prod. Curry)

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Bag of Tricks

Bag of Tricks (feat. Burn 1)

Spend my money on music before I spend it on you bitch
That ain't runts you can't fool me it's popcorn go to the movies
Catch me smoking on stupid don't go to clubs with no toolie
You'll be pushing up tulips if you tryna me or my crew bitch
I don't want beef I want bread, I'm tryna take us to Ruth Chris
My style cold need a sled, Vibe Tribe the label no ruthless
Think that I'm fucked in my head cause killing all these beats soothes me
I'm in the stu off the meds, I just popped some footballs like Stewie
Didn't wanna fuck so she blew me, rolled her a personal doobie
These rappers actors like Clooney, put that little shit down or shoot me
Wanna be hard but you goofy, that shit you bump got you losing
It got you full of delusion, we could be getting some blue cheese

But if smoke is what you want I gotta big ole fucking pack
Big ole fucking pack just like some wolves don't fuck with rats
But I'm focused on these raps spit every verse likes it's my last
I know we've had it under wraps we bout to go up like blast
They saying I'm living fast with all these roxies on my ass
If these cops get on my ass I'll pop like four and eat the gas
They saying I'm living fast with all these perkies on my ass
But if the cops get on my ass I'll eat like four and hit the gas

These rappers selling out I be wondering is their heart intact
Let alone their soul, they left it in the past like artifacts
You can't ride my wave bitch every song is like a shark attack
I'm your siblings favorite here's some autographs on starter caps, bitch
Overland road is where this vibing shit started at
A lot of shit has went on but that's where a piece of my heart is at

Still your bitch favorite risk taker
But we no longer pull capers
Got that semi on my waist bitch
And a blade for certain cases
Stacking more cheese than a grater
Not trynna work I'll see you later
Smoking Zim the green invade ya
I'm a gremlin but don't pop fake shit
This Bleu Belaire imma face it
Might as well get it by the cases
Only wanna see blue faces
But I can't respect no fucking racist
Bleu Belaire, imma face it
Might as well buy some cases
All I care about blue faces
But fuck you if you a racist
Hit up bro for them flavors, when I spit you probably taste it
Young Burn 1 he the hottest like Everclear without a chaser
Had to stop being modest cause they treat me like I'm the greatest
Now the music I'm lost in I gotta live through these pages

What the fuck is sleep, I through out the cushions
Imma keep on pushing
Imma keep on pushing
I gotta keep on pushing

The Window

The Pusher

The Pusher (prod. Curry)

I'm recording with that pack on me
Know you smell that good so I guess that's why they mad at me
The booze and weed I done mastered these
Eating me some Japanese, know I keep a bag of trees
I be on that syrup and it's looking like the sap from trees
What the fuck you smoking on, that shit smell like opossum
I be smoking good flowers it feels like imma blossom
Imma pay for that grade A, no matter what its costing
I be on the grind like my name is Eric Koston
Flows came out the creek, you now tuned in with Dawson
Tuned into the other side, where my mind lost in
About to blow up like some fucking cyanide
Hit the gas and get high, yeah it make me wanna, hold on
Do you wanna go for a ride
Get some Bombay, maybe roll more of this pine
The perks on my bro ass, I promise that he fine
Just turn the gain up a lil, hear my cells fryin
He going straight in, it's about time
I'm high as the stars and I'm sipping on that shine
With what's up in my blunt I probably broke 5 crimes
Pull up with that blower like my last name Grimes
Smoking in the hotel room fuck the fines
Who the hell narcotics are these bitch they're mine
Rolled up an extendo and it's longer than a vine
Still going bar for bar you can keep the lines
Spit 10,000 verses before I ever resign
For you it's about time, for you it's about time

How imma finish the album think I am too high
I might just play me some horns, bitch where the tuba
Find my way back to the surface just like a scuba
I told that bitch to hide the gas in her FUPA

Smoke Break Freestyle

Smoke Break Freestyle (prod. Kid Lyal)

Live through the vibrations, that is my habitat
Rapper not actor but my new joint action packed
Feeling the pressure like I am the last at bat
Gone of the gassy pack just elastic
The way that I'm snapping back
They like "Big Burn 1 we tired of the rappy raps"
You don't see the vision go get checked for cataracts
Sidewalk it ended when I dropped that acid tab

Where the hell the last one at?
Know it's somewhere round this bitch
I hardly got my mind in tact, they in love with the sound of it
Surface level thinkers, to the end of time they clowning him
But I don't give a fuck, I just roll and puff then I pound the gin
Rummaging through all these thoughts, I probably think too much
I should be out copping ice not always filling up my cup
I'll never be not not enough, to you it's just sex, rock, and drugs
I'm so dope they nodding off or is that cause they sleep on us, fuck it
They ain't even hear the deeper cuts
Not giving a fuck bout what they on that's what a leader does
But you can keep the crown I'm just gone flow like these two liters bruh
Fuck it all just need enough, I'm grinding while your feet is up
Rolling blunts with leaves like Nappa, this is a Vegeta blunt
Hella fun we have with rapping, do it till we see the sun
Never been that good with stacking, stay supplied with weed and rum
I think that the trip is done I feel drained and I see the sun

Live through the vibrations, that is my habitat
Rapper not actor but my new joint action packed
Feeling the pressure like I am the last at bat
Gone of the gassy pack just elastic
The way that I'm snapping back
They like "Big Burn 1 we tired of the rappy raps"
You don't see the vision go get checked for cataracts
Sidewalk it ended when I dropped that acid tab

Where The Sidewalk Ends

Where The Sidewalk Ends (prod. FMRadio)

Leave it all in the past the shit that I should've did
The demons a lil further back been wanting me since a kid
I shake off them motherfuckers but sometimes I'd fall and trip
The mind is my hideaway so I grab me a gar and twist
What the fuck I was thinking that I could just stop going
My brothers spirits were shrinking shit even Dawson was hopeless
Little did they know about places my mind was going
Didn't feel like I was growing it felt like my spirit frozen
The way shit happened I hate it and if you hear this I'm hoping
You see my mindset is changing and we can one day be closer
The shit I went through done beat me the fuck up but it molded me
After good and all the bad on the future is where my focus be
After good and all the bad on the future is where my focus is
After good and all the bad

This Vibe Tribe or die so I'm lucky that I'm not dead
Feel like I'd always be in debt cause I just up and left
But I wouldn't be here today with the knowledge I have bout life
Only choice to runaway with this music I'm taking strides

Now I feel like only the reaper can stop me
But not even then I'll live forever through these sonics
I see no competition I ain't even being cocky
About to kill this fucking game with this project don't need autopsy
My demons still real close but they just watching not chasing
Think that they're plotting and waiting while I be jotting this greatness
In a new place that they never gone reach
And it's got too much space here's some safety when your weak

It is indeed a war outside

Transcend

Transcend (prod. John Vamvas)

A vibe that defies the laws of space and time
The drug that resides in my spine says "You gotta shine"
I Ain't saying you blind, but you can't see what's in my mind
I guess we underground nothing but

Nothing but gold what you'll find
Nothing but gold what you'll find
Nothing but gold what you'll find
Nothing but gold what you'll

Spit this shit till I'm not able, stable I am not
I spilt the Belaire on the table, when I die live through these fables
If I had the chance to stay forever in this place, I wouldn't take it
But I'll be around for ages, eternal is the vibrations

Nothing but gold what you'll find
Nothing but gold what you'll find
Nothing but gold what you'll find
Nothing but gold what you'll

What You'll Find Interlude

What You'll Find Interlude (prod. Kid Lyal)

Give em what I got, losing my mind in the process
More than just some pot, the truth and drugs are hard to digest
Boredom leads to rotting of my brain, where is the progress
Walking down this path, I'm ashamed of my fucking nonsense
Friends like where you at, I'm in my brain swimming like loch ness
Numb but I'm still scratching, threw my feeling in a locked chest
I'm dumb for ever asking is our
Is our love forever lasting when I don't even love myself

How do you deal
Is it the piff is, is it the pills, do you keep it sealed
Are you cool with god, is that facade, I question still
Just be what you are, at the end of the day, this life a hill
I'm feeling ill
But never sicker than the way we live
How can I chill
I almost drowned got caught up in that drift
You cant sit still
If you from where we from and got a gift
And stay with steel
You livin that high life they gone come askin for a lift
Fuck clocking in for shifts I'm trynna lock in make these hits
Most likely off the shits I mix pineapple with the gin
All of me what I give em I'm rocking till I'm in a ditch
Not gone lead em to victory use my words like walking sticks

If you've ever felt that void I feel for ya
Prolly never fully fill it for ya
But I rounded up these beats imma go ahead and kill em for ya
And don't worry bout the drugs I went ahead and did em for us

Give em what I got, losing my mind in the process
More than just some pot, the truth and drugs are hard to digest
Boredom leads to rotting of my brain, where is the progress
Walking down this path, I'm ashamed of my fucking nonsense
Friends like where you at, I'm in my brain swimming like loch ness
Numb but I'm still scratching, threw my feeling in a locked chest
I'm dumb for ever asking is our
Is our love forever lasting when I don't even love myself

Pieces of Me

Pieces of Me (prod. Kid Lyal)

If that's really all you need then I think I can be of use
Transparent with the truth, you can still hit blunts that's too loose
Please exhale for me, I'll take all of your CO2
I miss the land and all the oceans but everything's still blue
And I don't wish that on a fucking soul, especially you
Like I said before I did all this to help you through
Like the ones who came before but you comparing me to who
Finding love for your own self is that search really ever through
So many issues, so many issues
I'll take all the cuts if it means you just get a bruise
Tell me what the fuck is life really, is it all a ruse
I'd take eternal loneliness to take every bit from you

And you

Before I get off beat and before I'm knocked out of orbit
I want it to subside all the pain that was lying dormant
But in the end if it just doesn't and my words don't do it for ya
Then my only advice is to just Burn 1, may I torch it?

Peace for You

Peace for You (prod. Kid Lyal)

Gotta give 110 even when nobody is listening
Nothing is around me the sun is steadily glistening
I went out of orbit ya system felt like imprisonment
I'm keeping my two cents this machine it is never fitting in
Couldn't find a frame big enough to put this picture in
4 panes in this window, 14 tracks is the dividend
A fish inside this ocean of space no one can reel me in
As unlikely as it is hold on to this until we meet again
Fuck who you feature with
Since I moved back to this bitch I been doing my own shit
My own corner in the universe I'm chilling in
Yea, yea, yea,
I'm sorry for the sentimental
If I wasn't that then I probably go fucking mental
I don't wanna take your meds, fuck you and whoever sent you
Like a asteroid belt the shit I went through

Having your own thoughts in this new world is cataclysmic
Fuck the president, world leaders, that's the real epidemic, I
wish it was a place other than death that we could go
Even the so called heroes are on the hunt for the zeros

They said to be the change
You wanna see in the world
Sometimes I feel like it's too late so I'd rather just isolate
I walked outside today for oxygen but got some hate, they
Said to be the change
You wanna see in the world
Sometimes I feel like it's too late so id rather just isolate, I
Walked outside today for oxygen but got some hate

Bag of Tricks (feat. Burn 1)

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