The Monster (Prod. by Locust)

Sincerely (Prod. by Epik The Dawn)

Waste Of Time (Prod. by HP)

Light It Up (Prod. by Epik The Dawn)

V:  … so this goes out to this whole crowd… to anybody who lipping like the kid won’t pounce… B expects I call em daddy, like his bitch no doubt… is this how they teaching manners at the Winslow house? I’m ten toes down… Freshy better tip toe now fore’ shit go… south central and pistol’s BLAOW… dick up in your mommas lip, best hope that bitch don’t pout she even moan I’ll cut her throat and pull her lymph nodes out… run up on you and your kinfolk with cocktails lit… teach you not to talk like this some kind of cartel flick; I ain’t go far? Hell… sorry Ringo Star, well this that new car smell // you on that fucking yard sale shit I spit and… even my bars fell sick… I’m that shit you march to in your little fucking cartoon script gimmick, and then to act like some disgruntled broad, truth is: the bitch in you gonna cost you this argument… nah dude, I wouldn’t want it with the Sauce Boss would I? … the lost little Osh Kosh, fraud good guy doll don’t wanna play with the bomb, balls too large to size… what you think you Don Juan? dog I’m the white Suge Knight good-bye goodnight the bad guy split… dudey probably smacks his own ass and raps my shit… fuck him… you talking trash from a kayak bitch you try to… pass my ship get capsized quick… so let’s let this be the last time your-ass try and diss me… or I’ma make em flat line officially… little sissy punk couldn’t pick up the pump so how is he fit to put me out my goddamn misery?... And how you gone make a move sailor moon?... Look how your pappy did you… now you ain’t really getting snappy is you?... I’m only spending time with you to prove that no one really HAS to diss you… cuz I ain’t NEVER seen a rapper with daddy issues, I’m glad he hits you… I hope he fucked you in your ass and after that he kissed you, told you “don’t you blab or I’ll end you”… young buttercup fuck wants to grab on a pencil… KNOW’S I’ll whoop his ass but he gone act like that’s what he’s into… shut the fuck up… you want some shit to take shots at?... I just got kidnapped zipped, slapped and ain’t fought back… plus my ex bitch took every fucking thing I had now go and try to make a tape off that, you fucking chump…

Disscovered

Role Model (Fresh Daddy B Diss)

This how I feel about the little challenge Merkules blasted out on his remix to Killshot, only to exclude people without "established careers" and "similar fan bases" right after.  Dude forgets he used to struggle already.  Foh.

Killshot (Merkules Diss)

Ghost(prod. C - Lance)

I DO NOT OWN THIS INSTRUMENTAL.  PURELY FOR NON-PROFIT PROMOTIONAL PURPOSES.  Smoke for anybody that got an issue, anybody that wanna show me how it's done.  Claim it.

Simon Says (EVRYBDY DISS)

Better Days

Quick remix of Lil Wayne's Mama Mia off the "Funeral" album

Mama Mia (REMIX)

Lyrics:
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Lost souls, and false hopes… loss, almost’s and also’s… I’m at crossroads with all those…  used to do this shit for the cause, kept the applause low… so now the shit don’t drop without a bar code… off of the dome, I get lost like… where the fuck will the train of thought go?... … I’m toxic… dog, sick… … Parvo… an OG told me let em have that shine, that’s when their guard low… if they don’t lie below me then there are no… I’m sharp though, I see through that dark though, I’ll be damned… I mean, my motherfucking arms don’t even want these hands… I’ll off you sleeping, guess talk is cheap cuz, shit I be saying… the prognosis is clear… peer in eye of the guy in the mirror… … be that… evac rappers, believe that rappers, you see that… … he act that and his kneecap’s backwards, I’m sleep apnea, my DM having REACT spasms, that be fact… he be that dapper when he act natural, hold up… There go that dude in that throwback, those old ass shoes on his broke ass, just don’t act rude to that nomad, he’ll hold that to you, the flow got that “don’t ask who” to that, know that, that’s no excuse for that blowback though, oh that’s cute, you say no cap but know that truth’s you a liar… sky full of hatchets a-fly that’ll blacken the third eye… I rap with a fire on my ass and a flask full of Smirnoff… I rise from ashes, you probably should dash when I arrive… the rye’s in the glass, and I’m high as… wait… giraffe… wait… bath full of mace and a vat… fracture your face with a bat… snapping your ankles in half… scratch your playbook… … I’m in your bitches ass, just ask my neighbour… the wrong boy to ask a motherfucking favour… … you feel me tho…

Huntin Season Challenge

Cypher I did a little while ago, released it on youtube, was mastering the last completed track for my album and waiting for ride to work, i remembered i wanted to fix the volumes and mastering on this, plus it wasn't on Soundcloud before .. anyway...download if you want.
prod. by Undefined.


Raining Arrows (prod. by Undefined)

prod. by InsaneBeatzz

Hook: Locust
1st Verse: Sli
2nd Verse: Mahoney
3rd Verse: JDOT
4th Verse: Locust


4Horsemen - Ride Wit Us

J. Winsor Presents:
"Summer Nights"
Produced by Sound Cartel
Mixed/Mastered by Bucky Blanks
1st Verse by Locust a.k.a. Kyle Preston
Hook/2nd Verse by Bucky Blanks
Download a free Bucky Blanks mixtape at 
http://www.mixtapepass.com/music/2075...
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http://www.gimp1988.bandcamp.com

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Summer Nights (Bucky Blanks & Locust)

Intro:  center my focus… (uh) enter the Locust..   (uh) my every instrument’s a weapon I’m holdin’ to cut your throat with/ take a journey through the mind of the butcher… and what you’re gonna find is a sure-fire sign that I center my focus… (uh) enter the Locust..   (uh) my every instrument’s a weapon I’m holdin’ to cut your throat with/ take a journey through the mind of the butcher… and what you’re gonna find is a psycho, I’ma cut ya (uh)

V:  well hello mami, my hobby’s more than just arson and torture/ it’s important I sharpen my swords when I’m harvesting organs/ …human portions in the lobby, shit it’s probably yours, and of course I’m sloppy, poppin’ oxycontin 5 in the mornin’/ …those who cross me, I watch em sleepin’ for possibly weeks/ …I could be tucked in your closet, in your garage, or your Jeep/ and doesn’t the thought make you nauseous, I’m thinkin’ chocolate and sweets as I push a pocketknife in every fuckin’ socket I see/…off your rocker thinkin’ you could ever walk again/ …permanent irreversible damage when your brain loses oxygen/ I just suffocate you long enough to complicate your consciousness/ …just in case you’re strong and could escape, it’s only common sense/ …I’m the kind of gentlemen to stencil in a comment on your stomach then carve it so it’ll scar just like I’ve drawn it/ …psychomotor agitation, as I’m pacin’ back and forth/ …scratchin’ at my face, I lacerate it, wish I had a fork/ …sadomasochistic satisfaction,  cast away the head/ …breath exacerbated as I masturbate a bayonet/ …chest dissection, I extract your pulmonary slow and carefully/ …roast you rotisserie, bloated, blistering, don’t you dare me/ Loc’s a narcissistic approach to dope, is he repulsive?  Very; Rosemary’s baby may be home, they say he’s overbearing/ …step in the door, put your respiratory in jeopardy, chest to the floor with exceptional force / the bone collector, Hannibal Lector, Shredder, and Skeletor couldn’t mess with pestilence, shit, Mr. Preston possess the Lord/ I detest any less than war…reject any less than gore…infect any peasant present, inject any metaphor with meth/…fetch me the porcelain ornaments from the drawer, they’re sure to investigate it, of course I decorate the corpse/…self-asphyxiation till I fuckin’ black out cold/ I drag your carcass till I blow my fuckin’ back out slow/ …human crack-house,  you copy that?  Boom pow, you rock with that Black Eye, the boot in your backside, your cardiac struggles/ …and I’m just havin’ fun with it, I run with it/ no script, just pull a knife out and fuckin’ be done with it/ what? 

… (uh) enter the Locust..   (uh) my every instrument’s a weapon I’m holdin’ to cut your throat with/ take a journey through the mind of the butcher… and what you’re gonna find is a sure-fire sign that I center my focus… (uh) enter the Locust..   (uh) my every instrument’s a weapon I’m holdin’ to cut your throat with/ take a journey through the mind of the butcher… and what you’re gonna find is a psycho, I’ma cut ya (uh)

Birchy Bay Butcher (prod. by HP)

🔥NEW ALBUM “I USED TO LOVE HIP HOP” AVAILABLE NOV 12, 2019 ON ALL DIGITAL PLATFORMS🔥

Locust is an artist that has done things the hard way. From tough realities come big dreams, and this is a creative with serious goals. Coming out of a small town in eastern Canada, Locust describes a ‘dark background’; one that took the fire of determination and ambition to escape from. Fighting for a different future than the one laid out in front of you can take its toll and it is evident in Locusts work that success and the journey towards it weighs heavy. Locust has travelled the country and learned his trade, using music, the one thing he feels he can trust, as a guide. This almost obsessive passion has forged an artist of true grit and integrity.

Locust is a hip hop artist - a lyricist and audio engineer who has channelled all of the hardships of his personal journey into work that stands out for narrative artistry and that elusive quality - real life. ‘I Used to Love Hip Hop’, released in 2019, shows off the breadth of Locust’s skills. Self mixed and mastered, the album is cut through with haunting beats, vivid story telling and an arresting flow. Locust has the ability to wrap the audience in a story and take them with him as he weaves through secrets, challenges and success. As an artist first transfixed musically by Wu Tang’s ‘36 Chambers’, these influences have manifested as a commitment to lyrics that play out like movies in your head - Locust himself says that for him it’s all about writing that ‘makes sense’, above all else. The album is a significant marker for an artist ready to make a big impact in 2020.

For those who need the complexity of real story-telling, lyricism that paints pictures, originality and integrity, all by an artist who has really lived, through hardships, real challenges and daring success - seek out Locust and witness an artist on an unstoppable rise.

Locust

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