KYDD- Ooh Kill Em Remix

KYDD- Kill Shit (Fulla Shit Remix)

1. What Dreams Are Made Of
2. Alcohol
3. World Keeps Spinning
4. Postcards From Paradise
5. Broken Man
6. Freedom
7. Time Apart
8. Bless Up

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What Dreams Are Made Of

Young Doobie Ft. C-Steezy - QUARTERPOUNDERS

Lotus (Prod. Drago)

Beat made by Syndrome
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Been Grind'n ! Prod By JP SOUNDZ X A1 The Don. I DON'T OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE BEAT. I OWN ONLY THE LYRICS & PRODUCED THE VOCALS! Non profit use only! Hope you guys enjoy and follow! BE READY FOR MORE MUSIC!

Been Grind'n (Prod. JP SOUNDZ X Prod. A1 The Don)

Eminem - Difficult

So Gangster

plummet plummet, rubber ducky
surface surface, submarine
i struggle, not for you to love me
but to ease what's underneath

underlying, level headed
overlooked, dis-embedded
undecided, unattended
hush hush, no more questions

i'm as free 
as the trash you see on the street
so goddamn hip-hop
so goddamn me, but..

the barriers exist
we're all shackled some ways
dragging feet through every week
that seem like seven mondays

cycle of the sleepless
revolving at a constant
we the people, overworked
and under Z's, unconscious 

time has been wasted
and i want it all back
still function well
for a walking talking zombiac

it's my mindstate, 
it's the migraines
a hope for relief that keeps the fangs 
away from my veins

it takes more than too feet
just to step to it
takes more than too arms
to go against the current's movements

graciously, i sink
the water rises to my chin
while the world panics
i slow dance in sinking ships

most of us will swim until the stains wear off
---
but some of us'll get the worst of it
the kiss of death
that bitch's lipstick is permanent 

incomptence of the impertinent 
they talk about real life like none of us 
have even heard of it

but things aint the way they seem
you being interested in me
proves a point
we dont like the same things

life is just a garden
over-watered with our hardships
drowning in the mud
complaining about our parched lips

laying there bored
just me and my foolish grin
viewed as irregular
because i'm one of few that choose to swim

things thrown our way
as kids we're told not to mess with
quality of living's poor
cause life is so expensive

wake up with the headspins
cure it with some breakfast
different day
but cross it off a photocopied checklist

i feel really weird now
the norm is now unusual
everyone is sad 
and depressed is the new beautiful

but hey, who's to blame there?
and who's the eye witness?
why so many blank stares?
when i want everyone to listen?

i can scream all i want
doesn't matter, no go
there's no escape
when you're live inside this dusty snow-globe

no hope without the boundless
woes of the soundless
cold floating hollow bones 
i reach for while i'm drowning

in the mistakes that seemed worth it
the beds that ive turned in
the never-ending depths of stress
that i'm submerged in

head is heavy, im sinking low
and my lungs hurt
nerves shut down
unable to paddle myself upwards

from being liberated 
to heart beats, syncopated
my increased disgust for humans 
leave me bleeding inspiration

these pressure cracks are deep
satisfy the pain with a shiver
these jars break
delivered with with a lip quiver

either be abolished or frolic
pay homage or  gossip
just remember to surface
before the water turns solid

submerge

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