all beats prod. Cake!

lyrics mhm:

i keep a 43x for protection like it's an amulet 
disappear like magic when aimin’ at an antagonist 
light it up like it’s cannabis 
waste em like it’s dialysis 
best case scenario he end up with paralysis 
i wield these loops on computers like it’s a smith and wesson
teachin lessons, preach no blessings
swore that i had drive but almost crashed it at the intersection 
got no direction to head in
except for severin melodies 
im the specialist 
what i tell ya
got a keltec on my desk right next to legend of zelda
treat the blicky like a cartridge i blow it to get shit started
im vsauce with the knowledge 
all these online guys can suck my d.o.n.g. bitch
i got an ego like im poppin
ima keep nailin lines till nails inside my coffin
spittin lyrics im a god
i kill and carry mad often
i craft a beat with a soul
then murder it like im heartless
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and you bitches next
i aint trippin, you just sendin little threats
close your mouth bitch, that’s a bigger flex
never pressed bout niggas on the internet that’s talkin mess
oh you got a gun! you gon shoot it? 
no. thank you, next.
guess who stayed up
till 3am to makes sum beats again
no one as elite as him
treat me like a seraphim
bitch i got a list of everybody im better than
all you fuckers may be rappers, movin like a predicate
i been that bitch
im that bitch nigggaaaaaaaaa
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i go both ways
shake hands with god, play pattycake with satan
watching niggas sell their soul to get their self up on a playlist 
i been hungry, im impatient 
i aint tryna work no grave shift
or reach the point where everything i love makes me anxious 
when you feel passionless, indefinite time
that’s when the self doubt seeps and, fills the cracks in your mind
i tried my best to fill the gaps but i aint do it in time
so at this point im past prevention, been that way for a while
i don’t gotta boast talents
skilled hawks don’t show talons
but i wanna show myself that the moment i chose patterns to close was worth it
cause these battles been hurtin
if i put in this energy in it im makin it perfect 
a guarded heart allows no swords or comforts
i put my guard down, and hope the comfort comes first
and i gotta make sure 
that i can stay passive when dodging patterns
hard to lick wounds when everything you spit comes out as acid

seraphim✨

cuzzo had on all blue like he play for michigan
PROD.jora
VOCALS: Chavo - Michigan

dont touch my codeine bottle (@ilyjora)

I cant think of anything to add lol
PROD. jora 
VOCALS: A$AP MOB - Perry Aye

FA$HION WEEK (PROD. @ilyjora)

🤘

Another one with the legend himself @tokyomachine

Copyright Info: boomkitty.fm/copyright

🎧 Stream / Download

GHOSTY

Stepped in

TRAP SCHOLAR 2 Inspired @soudiere

BUY THE BEAT (DIFFRENT SAMPLE!!) https://traktrain.com/t/1483469

Sample - JNCO Prod by TY (found on wavs.com)

@illusoriusmob

819 Day's Later

TrapLife

bored idk
song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-Rd-Z-gj34

TVs in the attic

until it's over (closure) [prod. nick mira, sidepce]

whole gang full of drug addicts.

DBangz - Prove :
https://soundcloud.com/chazz001/dbangz-prove
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Released by:
DBangz
Release date:
1/07/2019
P-line:
℗ 2019 DBangz
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DBangz IG: https://www.instagram.com/dborgus/
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Audio: CDQ
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Audio File:
MP3.
192-kbps.
44-KHZ.
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[Intro]
Check one, two
It's your boy, uh

[Verse]
Three in the morning, I’m putting pen to the sheets
I'm rollin' uno deep
With a hot promise and no defeat
All my enemies washed, rinse and repeat
We wage war with no pistols possibly poppin’ out
Send you to hell and watch Christopher Walken walk you down
You was my son, now you a foster child
We was dirty, still ain't proper now
Yeah, that's your bitch, you better lock her down
'Cause they not to be trusted
Nuts like you was meant to be busted
Still the grimiest nigga, no diamonds encrusted
Swear this industry weird
Now I notice when fakes around me
Funny how quickly those who will take us surround me
Funny how Ugly God died when I arrived, that's astounding
Mumble rap is dying, 'fore he go, I'm just takin' it’s bounty
Been on this boom bop shit ’cept I do it profoundly
My only friend is probably Jen from accounting
Sixteen, I found her death was astounding
Drowning a six-pack
Carton smokin' a zig-zag
Had to escape the riff raff
For the clan, I got my pistol click back
Used to money after flippin’ that sack
But now it's music and I'll never look back
Aspirations of my pockets while fat, huh
With no goals of the common one
Y'all just want the rolls while I’m just tryna put my mom in one
'Til she lookin' down on me like, "Sorry son"
Paid for mine in full, you had to borrow one
I am The Almighty, y'all are Charlatans
Diggin' rappers graves just like I'm farmin' 'em
Gearin' up for war, let's get to armin' 'em
I'm just gettin' built like Charmin Ultra Strong
Trippin' over death like while I spark a bong
It's either you or me, I got my target on
Gattlin' gun, just left your whole apartment, gone
Similar to memos when I start a song
I know you think I'm fire and you hardly wrong
These other niggas cheesy, call 'em Parmesan
That's how the domino falls
Press you like the red button when the local hoe calls
She probably wanna throw it like a snowball
I play for high stakes, you got the low ball
You niggas smokin' reggie, got no balls
Henny got me leanin' like a no stall
Spit the raps that make your scrotum float off

TVs in the attic

LiquorDrinker.

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