Shimmer (feat. Starla Smith)

Riding Vibes (feat. Starla Smith)

Planet Ahead

Originally Performed by Drake
Beat Remake by Kid Jimi

Lyrics: 
[Verse 1 - KWE]

Ten bands, fifty bands
With all of the bands I be seeing
I be similar to Coachella fans
Got a bigger mansion to house what I got
Got a bigger bank cause I’m making more stacks than an IHOP
I’m the type to get arrested then immediately post bail
All because my skills got me succeeding where most fail
I’m on top of trends, you trail behind like a coat tail
I been training for all these tracks, you got no rail
You stay at a motel, I stay in a hotel 
Your future bleak, mine it bode well
Your sales double digits, mine are wholesale
Maybe it’s cause my bars better and I flow well
You take a style and jack it (jacket) with no letterman
Biting off all of these rappers who be better than
You and your noob crew attempting to sound veteran
Your flow slow and sloppy, did the sedatives settle innnn
I am the greatest, ain’t no room for debate
Steady making money off of this music I make 
I be living the lavish life that you know you'd be loving
No golf course nearby, but I still be clubbing
I’m chilling in the VIP with eighty models
Call me your babysitter cause I got your baby bottles
Yeah we sharing and boy she feeling generous
So sick now we taking shots, no tetanus
Got my car full throttle, living in the fast lane
Haters tried taking shots but they all got bad aim
A band aid won't cut it for lacerations I dealt
So keep hating while I bask in my wealth
Now if you’ve gotten this far, and you know me
You know I'm broke and I'm loyal to my one and only
Many modern raps be basic like a letter
I just hopped on the topic and proved that I can do it better


[Verse 2 - A. Pen]
Surviving these times is all I ever seem to do 
I poisoned my mind with all the hate I'm letting through
But I survive through divine intervention 
Don't mention the sin that goes on in my life shoot n missin 
Can't seem to hit the target floating by without a purpose 
I'm worthless, penny for your thought to make it worth it 
Ya heard it never thought I'd sink below the surface 
I'm nervous what I'm gonna do without a purpose
Inspiration doesn't come to many only blessed people can get blessed by many
Blessings like the lyrical weapon like twisted wreckage
Twisting your thoughts like vivid memories 
There's no simple way to put it so just count up all your blessings
Start confessing the lies the times you told me ride or die 
And I been ridin' the vibes while I stay out on the grind
I don't have time to decide I got too much on my mind
Cuz I'd rather be at peace not rest in peace like when I die


[Verse 3 - B-Ryce]
A million times I've worked on the same grind
A million fine dimes I'm wanting to be mine
A million men died shooting millimeter 9s
West vs. the east side all you hear about is violence and killers
Everybody talk like they're the realest
I got the best stuff go and ask your dealers
Coming hard on the track now you know that we the illest
Now I don't care what you're bumpin cuz i know you gotta feel this
Now I travel the maps to pick up facts 
And put em in raps and throw em right back
At all these fake cats don't know how to act
Their world went flat they built on the cracks
And show all these jacks who's bringing rap back
If you're here to stay let me give you a tip
The last man who tried to step to me could only trip
I'm out of control you know I'm losing my grip
Just like I'm cruisin through life while ghost riding the whip

10 Bands

With all the halfway recent Meek Mill and Drake beef and "rico" meaning "rich" en español, I thought it would be a good idea to rap to this. Lol.

Beat reproduced by Max Minh

R.I.C.O.

LYRICS:

Grab the scissors and tape, I’m Christmas (w)rapping
Go get the bow, yes this is happening
Look we’ve all heard the same carols for years
I just wanna put that new right there in your ears
Took a holiday classic, acquired it to my taste
Pulled fresh rhymes hot out of the fireplace
But hold up before I flow more bars
Imma let the beat be like a fruitcake and go hard
Yeah, yeah it’s making your head nod
While I rap kick back sip on that eggnog
Got a demeanor cool as snow, man — frosty
I was given a gift and you can’t box me
Plus I’ll only wear gloves if it’s cold out
I’m like a Christmas tree in July cause I haven’t sold out
I see beats as a feast and the food all goes
So quick people turn red like Rudolph’s nose
Got the work mentality of the elves up in me
So I’m on the come up, like Santa leaving a chimney
Yo I’m gonna celebrate with friends and fam
Don’t gotta play Tetris for no L (noel) to land, boiiii

That was an intermission in the spirit of tradition
It seemed to fit the situation at hand like a mitten
Some claim I’m a “candy” (w)rapper
Like I make music to (two) act sweet (suite) but that’s the nutcracker
What you think I’m after, scrooge-like cash?
Cause I’m broke from repairing all the booths I smash
If you got that thought you better stuff it like a stocking
Treat the mic like jingle bells cause that’s what I’m rocking
I got a message, I don't gotta write cards
My hands wanna wrap around these suckas necks like scarves
They way below me in skill but claim that I’m subordinate 
Got my patience hanging on by a thread like an ornament
But all this negativity need to cease to being
Cause all I really wanna do is wish you a seasons greeting
So cherish the moments that you got with the ones you hold dear
And have a very merry christmas and happy new year


Twerk Of The Sugar Plum Fairy

Some town pride conveyed through a cover of Can't Hold Us by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis. There's an amazing music video to this song directed by Logan Villarreal and you can check that out here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prCSW3tNw8g  or here: http://vimeo.com/68207793

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