LYRICS -

I'm in ISS, high the ISS
you sit there while I assess, my assets
while her ass sits,  on the don's lap
well hung like Saddam's cap, bomb rap
you know who saying (Hussein), he spraying the long gat
don't be alarmed at,
the fact hes in Ramadan,
hungry for the comma's on,
the pay check, burning through the latex
thinking bout who i'm gonna lay next,
mafioso, shots till i'm slow mo,
but i aint 21 like Okposo,
the rest so so, young Sosa
so surreal, words feel
like a swords steel, you know the deal
dope isotopes, hope the microscope, can cope
moat of coke around the castle 
you Matt Cassel, I'm Dan Marino
check the peephole, just people
divine when I rhyme, so i often hear from Tebow
want beef get a t-bone, bitch


Wassup (Prod. JUX)

LYRICS - 

Yo I'm raps saving grace
feeling outta place, gotta embrace
that I got the upper hand, King who's a Ace,
don't give a Jack if a Queen on my waist
a bitch is waste, pad running out a space (outer space)
astrological, dropping knowledge till the top is full
the biggest obstacle, in your optical
no illusion, yeah the ill never losing
forever burn cruising, on this high way of life
its pretty straight forward (ford), fusion
of the new and the old, lo and behold
this pure gold, bars from the Soul
but still working on Ab's, abstractness
no money under the mattress
but actress, covered in back jizz
dropping tesla flame, on the rest of the game
I maim lames, that claim dames, to gain fame
my main aim, to drain brains, the slain strain
sustain my reign, spraying propane
dope flow like the veins full of cocaine,
they're hoping, he aint another Cobain,
and make the whole thing, go bang
every track cold, Coltrane (x2)
sick with it check the IV
outta your league call me Ivy
white as ivory, Gandhi, behind me
with his high beams, my mind seems
to need some Visine, thoughts Irene
Me and Myself, pad on the shelf, gathering wealth 
the pattern is stealth, cause that's how G's move
grease smooth

Game Over (Prod. BZA Wan Kenobi)

LYRICS -

Devotional one, smoke in the lungs
toking the ganj, never toting the guns
cause I'm potent with puns
big lyrics when you hear it
you gonn fear it, can't conceal it 
on the real shit
they saying that he too young
but I'm dropping 2 tons, spitting like I got 2 tongues, 
hotter than Tucson, so you wrong
and fuck coupons, cause I don't need a deal for what got in store, 
godlier than Thor, a mega force, with a metaphor
Leon, young phenom, cooler than Freon
but hot beyond eons, these palms
touching dope, got a nice coat, no primer
rhymer, finer then your China
in your bitches vagina, moist as a sauna
in a recliner, pure nirvana, 
sicker than H1 ballin like and1 (N1), no more bread crumbs
whipping up songs in a day, trying display
what will put em in dismay, this may kids say
he's pretty mean, for almost being 17, and his 16, 
will get him way more than 15, for a teen (14)
talking numbers hungry for green
no spinach, what he spit it's, sure to diminish
just getting started and I'll never Finnish
not from Finland, the rest staying inland
while I'm heard coast to coast, adios
if you boast, you ain't coming close to the goats, start taking notes
nights when you feel enlightened, up writing, no lighting, but flow lightening
 at one in the morning, sending a warning, if your snoring be ready for mourning

Body Bags (Prod. JUX)

Lah Lah (Instrumental) Prod. Leon Royce

LYRICS -

I hear em knocking, check the clock then, 
head for the door, enough C-4, 
to buff the seafloor, code name Seymour,
3 other men, hovering, over the blueprint, 
covering who went, where, the crew didn't care, 
if a few were to stare, they were sending a message, 
of who not to mess with, they were the best of the best blessed with, the word of the don, no longer a pawn, 
upper echelon, chest Teflon, they hadn't left long, 
before they found the target, with his miss's Margret, 
his flesh scared with, bullet holes, coals, 
impressed in his soul, his body's taken a toll, 
they rolled in the back of a black Cadillac, 
counting stacks, mounting macs, to windows, 
the cause of many widows, he would bend foes, 
in to the ground, if you've been to the town, 
you know you better stay down, 
can't blend with the crowd, he's the head with the crown, 
but now it's time he learns his lesson, 
lessen his man power, the man cowers, 
we followed him back to his home, 
security put a crack in their dome, packing the chrome,
blew up the gate, then threw up like 8 more, 
explosion galore, holes in floor, and everywhere else, 
a few welts, took the gun from his belt and started to blast, shot back while we looked for his stash, 
more muzzles flashed, the puzzled dashed, 
now I hear a siren, women crying, but we were flying, 
cause that's a target down, Margret frowned, 
in a splattered scarlet gown, and poof no proof, 
where hard to be found, 79 million each, 
on a Brazilian beach, records bleached, we reached, 
top dog status, but not as glad as, we should be, 
cause now we're the hunted, counting hundreds, 
blunted, soon to be confronted and done in

Story Of The Heist (Prod. Anthro)

LYRICS - 

Smooth like I'm rolling in a cad, mad cause you roll in cabs, coming harder than the Cavs, from the jump it's all calves, while I'm melting dabs, burn your hand if you felt his pads, Blue flame, no butane, I'm a new strain, 
have your head gone like Hussein, who sayin, 
he ain't coming for the top spot, the clocks hot, 
cause he's turning time, fatal like turpentine, 
when I'm churning lines, you'll learn his minds, 
sporadic, habits, of a crack addict, who doesn't have it, 
which means I'll do anything, to make sure I get plenty rings, and heavy weight belts, all up on the shelves, leaving welts, on competitors heads, competitors said, 
he's better than them, and I'm just being honest, 
coming hotter than comets, fuck the comments, 
bout to commence, the show ain't stopping period, 
no menstrual flow, my pencil go, like I'm swinging for the fences yo, you can't copy the stencil broke, 
and I'm nice with it so imma call you felines, falling behind, these lines, you don't need to rewind, just vibe with it, 
whether you're 9-5 ing it, or Allen Iverson, 
I never lose the scores always like 8 - zip, and I got 8 zips, they be like o, damn, yeah you know him, 
Mention the greats you know my name comes up, 
dope like I slang angel dust, every angle dangerous, 
if you aimed at us, Don Leon, far beyond, 
those who think they be on, voice freon, 
Royce be calm, when my Lighter pressed to the grass, 
reflect on my past, perfecting my craft, 
I'm projected to draft, first round, destine to pass, 
step in my path, and I'll step on the gas, 
better swap gears, cause this is the top tier, 
you're not near, so you must not hear, 
that the lyrics are a fiasco, of tabasco, 
talents been hidden like Brasco, cash flow, 
out the asshole, money runs this shit, 
so understand, this mans plans to fill his hands, 
with bands full, of grands, and grams, slams, 
like Vince Carter, I've been smarter, since the pens part of, my mind now, better lie down, it's obvious that this my crown

Top Tier (Prod. Anthro)

First song before Leon Royce was Leon Royce

Intrinsick - Be (Prod. Maze Rockwell)

Final song by Leon Royce
Suicides the newest vibe, take a look inside my mind its just you and I, looking for some bluer skies, maybe a bitch who speaks fewer lies, or doesn't screw with guys when shes already got one, no Im not done, your voice is just noise ringing in my head, sinking in my bed, thinking if Im dead, fuck that, imma pick up this lead instead, start getting bread, till Im fed, cop some med with my friends, connect to blunts at the end smoke a double, if it was a joke that you toke, well , now your in trouble, send you out past hubble, chilling on Saturn's rings, and there's sadder things than losing a girl, cause we're losing this world, it swirled outta control, but it seems like everyone's outta their zone, don't care about a phone tap, your own homes a trap, society doing laps, not getting any where, there must be some shit in the air, spit like I care, they all just sit there and stare, trying to get a career, making more than a hundred thousand a year, thinking they're in the clear, no fear, acting as if they made it , all sedated not to weigh in, on this issues that we wade in, middle schoolers getting faded, cops still getting paid when, they're under investigation, for using deadly force, government hides the reality like its to heavy for us, so maybe Im stressing, and going through depression, cause while the rest bend, Im trying to hold my own, and not become another clone, let it be known, your not alone, we're the ones who gave them power, the earths ours, yet we sit by and let hours pass, top of the hourglass is getting shallow fast, we need to act now, I mean its the land of the free, but everyone's getting strapped now, cause they don't wanna get clapped down, worrying about more than just some resident, gotta keep an eye on the president its evident, pigs think are rights are irrelevant, I just wanna know how Im not old enough to have a beverage yet, I can write with this penmanship, but people don't have the sight to end this shit.

Leon Royce

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