LYNXX Worldwide are two enigmatic characters from Canada that feature a two-in-one combo of Faim and MR. FANGZ. A duo in sound and presence, they find themselves rapping authentic, multi-level bars over timeless sounds and beats. Their raw mixtape sound lies in between: Styles Of Beyond, Mac Miller, Homeboy Sandman and Pusha T with a focus on rhyme-patterns and sound flavor inspired by MFDOOM.

"This song was written the night of December 31st, 2020 -- a New Year's Eve night spent paying homage to the supervillain. It inspired the flow, intro'ing this concept of compiling two sounds into one, and puts bars and wordplay together on a level that we hope DOOM would be proud of."

Rest to one of the best to ever write raps in our era. 

[[PRE-ENGINEERED SOUND • CASSETTE TAPE SOUND MASSIVE]]

You talk Wayne, cuz Hot Boyz is ya people (hah!)
We talk Wayne like Letterkenny Jared Keeso (yewww!)
If it’s beef, we spare the ketos, you jokers no Jared leto
Larengitis to you biters, we Titans in front the eisel
masterpieces, writin' down eleven chapter theses
Rockin’ cabins all the way from Death Valley to massepequa
You say “LYNXX cold”, so pass us the heaters (pass it)
Our new ink sold, blastin’ thru ya speakers (blastin')
You dress bummy, dummy, toy dunny bunny steeze
Tell ‘em run the g’s, cuz they bellies the color of Sunny D
A hunnid degrees, money please
F*** around we put under the ‘E — ART  (note: lyrically, relax)
H’, a bad boy like Ma$e 
Cakes encased in crates that be floatin’ thru space (bunz in the dm‘s)
Today DOOM died, time to throw on our capes
Throw on some tapes, blow on some vapes, and try flyin’
You say we the same? You should try science
You say we some lames? You can try dyin’ (hah!)
LYNXX the source all the way down to the ions, recast in iron
with More ice than Lord Byron
Great north, Stanley cup as goblets, f***in’ hobbits
You draggin’ ya words like you’re Slavic speakin’ English
While your shorty catchin’ fingas, yeah she slabb it til she vammit,
ya whole flow bollocks according to the comments section (hahahaha)
This is called reflection
The mastery of writtens and diction with non-direction
The brightness off of fission, you‘re witnessing God’s protection
We got the right vision while you got the wrong perception, homie
Take a long listen, we ate like we reppin’ Kobe (RIP kobe)
Sayin‘ rest in power to the best, Daniel Dumile
You were too ill, and here’s a new annum
it’s Time to turn green like Bruce Banner, peace

(Beat change - singing transition like mighty mos def on ‘my kung fu’ by UTD)

The essence of the best DOOM he flow through me
The type to book a show and ride coach, so sue me
Copias amounts of dope flows, cold like the poconos
Over samples and sounds from old movies
My name is nobody, with a snubnosed shotty
Pressed against you close‘ll burn the hairs in ya nose prob’ly
Ya whole flow’s shredded toasted oats soggy
Our rhymes are like a virus that’s embedded in the hosts body
The only time we catch an ‘L’ is runnin posts, sorry
To turn your hopes into nopes n’ gollies
We fresh off the curb like dope ollies, no folly,
Sometimes meh hang out in sout’ Cali
And sometimes we like to just float prol’ly, playin old Atari
LYNXX we sold Bulgari level gems, word to Bari for the hems

Dumile Freestyle (Prod. By Lumin8)

LYNXX Worldwide are two enigmatic characters from Canada that feature a two-in-one combo of Faim and MR. FANGZ. A duo in sound and presence, they find themselves rapping authentic, multi-level bars over timeless sounds and beats. Their raw mixtape sound lies in between: Styles Of Beyond, Mac Miller, Homeboy Sandman and Pusha T with a focus on rhyme-patterns and sound flavor inspired by MFDOOM.

"Tick-Tock" will be available on 2/22/23 which features sounds ripped and flipped from Tiktok accompanied by high-caliber bars from the pair of wild cats. Find LYNXX WORLDWIDE on Soundcloud, Apple Music, Spotify and more. Follow @LYNXXWORLDWIDE on Instagram.

Lyrics:

(FAIM)
It was such a major vibe
I loved the way the sweat glazed her thighs
Say your mine -- space and time
Layered like braided cable lines
Dreams of f***in' in a cabin framed with pine, take the lion
Her heart was open same as mine
Through the -- labor and the grind
Pride bullets that grazed the spine
Words later shaped the mind (y'know)
But, I dreamed of running thru the tallgrass
LYNXX over Mississippi sawgrass
Love turned to war jus like the Donbass
Words turned to napalm, from when I used to palm a**
To when we lost the connection like Comcast
If I could have it all back -- I woulda done it all so different
From the moment that my mind shifted
Went from being present, to provin' I was gifted
I would’ve self-uplifted, and left you earlier with all the memories sifted
And dropped acting like an infant
And stop believing that anybody’s really there or really cares
Start to realize that I was really scared
Woulda ushered in the burn that you weren’t mine, it was just my turn

That's love over time...

(MR. FANGZ)
Time and space - Mind Erasers 'til my mind's erased
It's the wildest chase, my mind escapes
The lightest shades of white and gray and black
Compiled the hate -- silence breaks into violent waves
Just some primal apes, crush the grinded grapes into wine into time
Intertwined like vineyard vines growing in a hint of limelight 
Don’t sin tonight (But then we) 
Argued at the bar, argued harder in the car
Are you not in love at all? Anymore? What you take me for
I gave you my heart, what'd you break it for? Say your sore
Say your sorry now, whatchu hate me for??
All I got is trauma from the past, added trauma from the now
All this drama, and it’s wrong and you're gone now? How?
It's just the way it goes for most, love over time 'til we overdose or comatose
'Less we're just the one ray that the flower needed on a Sunday 
That grew between cracks in the concrete 
Against all odds just to teach -- that love over time's a beat
That the heart keeps — peace

That's the story of love over time...

[[TRANSITION]]

(FAIM & MR. FANGZ Tag-Team)
We back in the mix, pass me the Twix
Magnificence, and the scents passion and this
Be the action that backs up the mad innocence
In the BM and we doin' laps in the six
From O-dot, to the t-dot to Quebec
You getting that double jeopardy like Alex Trebek
You must be high like you meddled with treble
cuz we the bass peddle and the President's elect
All pessimists better hit eject — give me a sec
Give me a rep, give LYNXX the check
Send the payment to the digital address
Cuz he hit a pivot in a dress
Never tear us apart, INXS (it's a song by INXS)
Whenever we express give respect don’t interject
You're a clown and a coward, you need to introspect
And kill the devils in ya head — we the
Super duper sonic body movers, 432
Megahertz, give ‘em mega work, what that booty do
All that bliggity blah and all that woopty woo
Ain’t gonna save from the whooty-whoooo!

Love Over Time

LYNXX Worldwide are two enigmatic characters from Canada that feature a two-in-one combo of Faim and MR. FANGZ. A duo in sound and presence, they find themselves rapping authentic, multi-level bars over timeless sounds and beats. Their fresh, Maxell cassette tape experience is inspired by summers in the 1990's, great lyricism and classic emcees like: Black Thought, Homeboy Sandman, and the late-great MFDOOM.

"Tick-Tock" is an immaculate rhymepiece that features sounds pulled and flipped from the talents on Tiktok. A unique selection of beats and sounds accompanied high-quality crafted verses from the two wild cats." Find LYNXX WORLDWIDE on Soundcloud, Apple Music, Spotify and more. Follow @LYNXXWORLDWIDE on Instagram.

WAIT:

We in the building hands up to the ceiling
Bring the feelin, listenin to Silvan Strauss on the zildjan
Niggaz change like a chameleon for a million actin funny doe
Actin counterfeit like funny money doe, hunnits for
A hundred foes, ya team of ugly hunnies with bummy toes
Our flows like honey made from sunny souls
Desscribe LYNXX as cunning, cold
Stunning, running cats
He-men thunder cats, tell them where they blundered at
First mistake? Thinkin you shakin shit like earth would quake
Not realizing our punch lines was gon’ hurt ya face
Second, you reckoned exchanging money for ya purpose place
But we ain’t do nada cuz God gonna zerp ya papes
Third, the words you tried to scribe, they was worthless, breakin the surface LYNXX a divine sign like a perfect eight
Infinity, forever, the minute that we endeavor on the perfect chase, you rabbits gettin merked wait

Swinging mic, swinging d*cks
Bring the hype, bring the licks (hits)
Callin' Tash, ball and smash, all dem crash into this
All them rap impotence, LYNXX is public transpo
Bussin', no Mapsco over loopeys, no fiasco
Sons is Donny Brasco, Johnny Depp to Amber
Bronny step to slam or calmly wreck your camp for
Talkin' wreckless bantor — actin' like you amped for
Your styles ain’t beyond, we Megadef, Gigantor
You don’t know the half kid, you don’t walk the culture
Livin' like a vulture, a stomach full of ulcers
Body full of half-truths, spirit like a bad yoot
LYNXX will take ya bamboo and mulch ya
We built so fresh pulling water from the air like Moses West
With flows that impose on the best
You better call the poltergeist penners, fold ya twice then we’ll
Put you in a drum, eat you over rice for dinner, LYNXX

Wait (A Tiktok Drum Session featuring Silvan Strauss)

LYNXX Worldwide are two enigmatic characters from Canada that feature a two-in-one combo of Faim and MR. FANGZ. A duo in sound and presence, they find themselves rapping authentic, multi-level bars over timeless sounds and beats. Their fresh, Maxell cassette tape experience is inspired by summers in the 1990's, great lyricism and classic emcees like: Black Thought, Homeboy Sandman, and the late-great MFDOOM.

"Tick-Tock" is an immaculate rhymepiece that features sounds pulled and flipped from the talents on Tiktok. A unique selection of beats and sounds accompanied high-quality crafted verses from the two wild cats." Find LYNXX WORLDWIDE on Soundcloud, Apple Music, Spotify and more. Follow @LYNXXWORLDWIDE on Instagram.

WWAW ANTHEM PART 1 & 2:

They tried to displace me, I think they acted too hasty
And plus iron blood so tasty
I make the earth quaky, burst and make ya girls legs shaky
A beast back then I told ‘em hate me — like what the f*** you talkin bout
tell ‘em what you done for em lately
For them to go and act so snake-ly
Punch em wit an 8-piece, break ya face, beat
Til I make teeth crack like pavement on Eighth Street
All dem try to gate-keep, making fake statements and fake beefs
Y’all n****s are so gullible
Let the cane corso catch a muzzle ful, we're a walking W
LYNXX it’s so wonderful and colorful
Liars are exactly that, lying with no backed up facts
I got all receipts, charged with an added tax
savage cats, snow-padded grass, with Cadillac
Soft-type suspension when we gallop thru the Anorak
Yeah we're back...

[[TRANSITION]]

Ayo they tried to disgrace me
Bankin' on us failing now they chase me
Canadians cooler than an A/C
Cinderella eighth seed, makin' this championship game crazy
Born to roll like Masta Ace be
Like what the fuck y’all talkin bout
How you throw the best in the waste, b
Ask it how they act so feisty
I twist ’em like Royce Gracie, torch place leave
Scorch ya lame team, whether black or born pasty
All of them laced, b — tryna hold the gate and the gate key
Like y’all must want the smoke (want the smoke)
17th century, they all Baroque, pray like you called the pope,
LYNXX got more layers than an artichoke
People think it’s a joke to play with someone’s character
We're the silent killers in America
Better to protect that pair of cubs, cuz winters coming turn the terror up
We the winners like a pair of dubs -- waddup

WWAW Anthem Part 1 & 2 (A Perfect Beat by @SoyIsReal)

LYNXX Worldwide are two enigmatic characters from Canada that feature a two-in-one combo of Faim and MR. FANGZ. A duo in sound and presence, they find themselves rapping authentic, multi-level bars over timeless sounds and beats. Their fresh, Maxell cassette tape experience is inspired by summers in the 1990's, great lyricism and classic emcees like: Black Thought, Homeboy Sandman, and the late-great, MFDOOM.

"Tick-Tock" is an immaculate rhymepiece that features sounds pulled and flipped from the talents on Tiktok. A unique selection of beats and sounds accompanied high-quality crafted verses from the two wild cats." Find LYNXX WORLDWIDE on Soundcloud, Apple Music, Spotify and more. Follow @LYNXXWORLDWIDE on Instagram.

Timing Time / Mad On Ha (Mask Off Hung Up Flip)

LYNXX Worldwide are two enigmatic characters from Canada that feature a two-in-one combo of Faim and MR. FANGZ. A duo in sound and presence, they find themselves rapping authentic, multi-level bars over timeless sounds and beats. Their fresh, Maxell cassette tape experience is inspired by summers in the 1990's, great lyricism and classic emcees like: Black Thought, Homeboy Sandman, and the late-great, MFDOOM.

"Tick-Tock" is an immaculate rhymepiece that features sounds pulled and flipped from the talents on Tiktok. A unique selection of beats and sounds accompanied high-quality crafted verses from the two wild cats." Find LYNXX WORLDWIDE on Soundcloud, Apple Music, Spotify and more. Follow @LYNXXWORLDWIDE on Instagram.

[[ A MIXTAPE MASSIVE PRODUCTION • FOR THE IMAGINATION ]]

Onomatopoeia x4

Automatically, I stay on point like a ballerina
In a Catalina, Italians out in Catalina
North of California out to Florida — Hialeah 
Hi I je mappelle Faim and I am on the mic receiver
People know the pen, I am nothing but the highest leader in thought,
spittin over beats, just a pioneer,
At times yeah, I write severe, don’t make me Mic Tyse ya and bite ya ear
Micheal cheered, Spike leapt out of his seat
They kept outta the beef
fake serpents play out in the streets
And you harlots lay bout in deh streets
That’s ya Hell to bare — good, well and fare
LYNXX from here to Delaware
Marrying cerebellums every-where, trailblazing, Sebastian Tel-fair
Unfair, you can’t spell unfair without spelling fair — yeah, you fell to fear
You fell for lust, greed and envy

Onomatopoeia x8

We on our ride today, no tellin when this shit stop
They chose, kicks and bots, we picked hip hop
everything from local tapes to flip flops
Everything tiptop, bear a MetaMask when I cryp-walk
I wrote this — in the den, when Faim was my only friend,
Promised, like: show it only when, and only then
in reference to the power that we hold in pen,
go slow, pretend, you don’t know the coldness of Hoboken then or broken men
You don’t know the pain, the type of pain where all you want is gains
All you wanna do is run up in the rain
to a part of the forest where nothings strange
Just a moment where nothing change and it’s all clickin,
And glasses are clinkin, the vroom of a Lincoln — a mood just to sink in
The dubious penmen, eludes them again then,
Lures them in, then eludes them again friend
(Pause)
Yeah look at that! four aces
Poor choices lead poor places
Restored angst it’s the born chasers
jumping time signs whenever the portal door changes
in your language
Anyway, we cleaning out the barrel dust
Running thru the perilous — like: “there is us!”
Running thru Americas — worldwide, you can hear a buzz
god takes care of us,
favor are the merits of  — The Most High,
most try but most die — Most boast and most lie
Most show a host of pride and get slide
On a mat like see ya
1-800-ONOMATOPOEIA

1-800-ONOMATOPOEIA (For When The Boom Bap Is Missing)

LYNXX Worldwide are two enigmatic characters from Canada that feature a two-in-one combo of Faim and MR. FANGZ. A duo in sound and presence, they find themselves rapping authentic, multi-level bars over timeless sounds and beats. Their fresh, Maxell cassette tape experience is inspired by summers in the 1990's, great lyricism and classic emcees like: Black Thought, Homeboy Sandman, and the late-great MFDOOM.

"Tick-Tock" is an immaculate rhymepiece that features sounds pulled and flipped from the talents on Tiktok. A unique selection of beats and sounds accompanied high-quality crafted verses from the two wild cats." Find LYNXX WORLDWIDE on Soundcloud, Apple Music, Spotify and more. Follow @LYNXXWORLDWIDE on Instagram.

MHCHK (MerryHappyChristmasHannaKwanzaa)

Merry Happy Christmas Hanna Kwanzaa
Live and f*** 'em all, yeah -- that's the mantra
With a bad b****, a Lady Sansa (Queen)
On a bae-cation doin' tantraaa
Y'all a virus, y'alla c'yancaaa, 
bboy, not a breakdancaaa
Step out meh face, you nah g'yangsta
steppa-steppa-step out meh face, you nah g'yangsta
I embody spirit, I'm the lyrics
I'm empirically counting digits 
You are lyrically intermittent
I am spittin' venom in ya visage
And my written pennin' is exquisite
And my chicks a ten, just like my di-d***
Yeah, I f***in' said it, yeah I did it
It mighta got x-rated and explicit
Merry Happy Christmas Hanna Kwanzaa
A slice of spannakopita and quayludes
Asian shorty in a Honda Prelude
She lookin' like a snack and shorty aaable
And she's got a back, it's like a taaable
Baddest out the pack and shortie's staaable
That-that means her friends bad-baddd
Tanned and her body like Saaable
LYNXX in the muhf***in' areaaa,
Keepin' s*** hotta than Syriaaa,
Money counta on, meh c'yant hear ya
Money-money-money counta on meh c'yant hear ya
If you see us pop up and we near yaaa
And you meet the proppa criteriaaa
Come 'n increase the atmosphere ya
Come'n-come'n-come 'n increase the atmosphere ya
Bars stay cold like Siberiaaa,
We live offa Diamond, like Liberia
Always stay rhymin', we take it seriousss
Always stay shinin', that's why dey feeriousss
And we stay climbin', like it's Everest
Traitors catch the same as Confederates
Type to have my shorty take ya measurements
Do you like pine or an oak box better b****?

MHCHK (A Song for Kevin Samuels #RIP)

LYNXX Worldwide are two enigmatic characters from Canada that feature a two-in-one combo of Faim and MR. FANGZ. A duo in sound and presence, they find themselves rapping authentic, multi-level bars over timeless sounds and beats. Their fresh, Maxell cassette tape experience is inspired by summers in the 1990's, great lyricism and classic emcees like: Black Thought, Homeboy Sandman, and the late-great, MFDOOM.

"Tick-Tock" is an immaculate rhymepiece that features sounds pulled and flipped from the talents on Tiktok. A unique selection of beats and sounds accompanied high-quality crafted verses from the two wild cats." Find LYNXX WORLDWIDE on Soundcloud, Apple Music, Spotify and more. Follow @LYNXXWORLDWIDE on Instagram.

I JUS' WANTED TO SHOOT:

Ayo, I'm walkin' down the ave sunset and my phone is dead
Half smoked bl*nt, passed up by a Koenigsegg
Playing house music, chillin at the corner for a sec
Contemplating how I wanna shoot -- Jeff Hornacek
Shoot who? Imma save that bit for later
Face is busted up plus I’m higher than a skyscraper
Scuffed up the 1’s, and my joggers got a hole in ‘em
Cats ran upon me, brought a stick and the pole wittem
I was walking out the bodega in the Mecca
Suddenly attack on the block, John Boyega
N****s ran up on me like they tryna play tag
Heard word I was out here slayin' mics, retaining bags
Aint it rad — had to resort to fisticuffs
Southpaw switched it up, swung it didn’t miss me much
One swift move hit the punk and he dropped
Comrades saw the kid bout to get it off
Suckapunched from a sucka, that explains the face
Runnin' down the block now it’s on with the chase
A couple dirty p*ssies on a lovely summer's eve (see what I did there?)
Slipped on a couple leaves almost lost the trees, damn
Pounding feet away into the distance, as I stood
Look down at the fit, lookin' wrecked it’s all good
Tried to call the fam and my battery on red, dead
F*** it got me vex, we gon catch em in the end...

So now I’m bent at the corna, caught my breath, I heard a shorty holla
Puerto Rican mama, Lilliana, holdin' forty dollas (???)
Lookin' like a hack so I had to explain
She knows the kid is honest so she walked me down to 48th
Caught the train, now it’s gone on into the night
Head leaned back, took a deep breath, as I recalled the fight
I wanted to shoot — that's word to Ball Is Life
Didn't free the jammy, if I did they woulda holla’d twice
Home, plugged the phone, vibrations, I got a text
It was Lilliana: come for libations, at the GEX
And if you’re feeling better maybe we could vibe next?
Readied up in record time, clocked by Timex
Bandage under eye like Nelly, yo I’m still wavy
Vintage Levi’s, a crewneck, yo that ain’t Old Navy
Oh baby, you won’t believe what happened next 
Sprayed cologne, in the zone, out the door off the steps
Looked left — the night smellin like Halal
Walkin' down the street the assailant and his pals
Blood boiled up, unzipped the crossbody slow
Tucked the chain glow, as I hustled thru the barrio
Followin' their route, waitin' for the proper moment
Nothing better than getting the drop on your opponents
Pulled out the jammy, down the steps to the iron horse
No spectators, let it the fire off (gunshots)...

The steel's heat broke me out this real dream, 'sleep
Oh shit — now I’m present and my body's real weak
Panic starts to set in — there’s no time to think again
Already ran a block chest huffin' like Olympians
Now I’m sweating, how’m I gonna hang with Lill?
Saw a quick reflection, face bleak, I was lookin ill
Sirens out behind me, heading there, heading to me
Text said meet me at Rosella for some sushi
Feel like people staring, feelin' dizzy, vertigo
I wanted to shoot — but not commit a murda doe
Running down the ave lookin for a place to chill
Realized I forgot my wallet, God's will
Stopped in my tracks, 'cross the street the bodega
and what do you know the same Koenigsegg Agera
Ended up back where I started, and it’s weird
Cuz the kids that I popped, were walkin up outta there...

I Jus' Wanted To Shoot (A Setup In A Dream, a flip of High & Mighty)

LYNXX Worldwide are two enigmatic characters from Canada that feature a two-in-one combo of Faim and MR. FANGZ. A duo in sound and presence, they find themselves rapping authentic, multi-level bars over timeless sounds and beats. Their fresh, Maxell cassette tape experience is inspired by summers in the 1990's, great lyricism and classic emcees like: Black Thought, Homeboy Sandman, and the late-great MFDOOM.

"Tick-Tock" is an immaculate rhymepiece that features sounds pulled and flipped from the talents on Tiktok. A unique selection of beats and sounds accompanied high-quality crafted verses from the two wild cats." Find LYNXX WORLDWIDE on Soundcloud, Apple Music, Spotify and more. Follow @LYNXXWORLDWIDE on Instagram.

GIMME-GIMME:

You cats livin in 2D — listening to Juicy
Jordan jersey, that 2-3, put this on loose leaf
Shorty passed us with 2 C’s, her mediocre butt
I had to grab it like who me? You see us holdin' what
Cold fiat we throw these, a 124 Classica (Fiat)
Spit like a cold breeze, under the gorgeous passion 
Of the raps that done came over our spirit like Datsunn
Rays from dat sun, Rays, Toyos, 'n Datsuns
Vroom vroom — we done buss inna deh room
Over this smooth tune, don't get lost like Moombahtum
In the moon tomb of the chambers of the Sphinx
Is the true boom — and their names is jus' the LYNXX
This could use DOOM on this track and so we channel dat
Ride it like saddleback, vibin' in a Cadillac 
Chune-chune — officah it’s for my cataracts
Cancerous culture we cancel that, mm-Matta fact

[[Gimme all that raw -- The Dopeness]]

According to critics, the gorgeous exquisite 
Pair of — lyricists spit an oracle visit
Of words that — torture the wicked or bolsters the spirit
It’s like a — Porsche that is kitted or Morpheus did it
We like a — fine wine Saint George when admitted
To clowns a — fine wine and the cork it got splitted
In half — they so livid, can’t get what’s inside 
And so their — fortune is flitted, they're torched in a minute
The LYNXX a — genuine duo of emcees who write
As heavy as ten different sumos that’s attending a fight
And if you — think it’s loophole, come test if you’re right
Come and confess if you right, or catch a left and right
We on that — Canadian soil, we made for the toil
It’s bout the brain lubrication and the grade of the oil
5W, 10W — the dub is for wins
The beat's calamine lotion — we rubbin' you in,
The money is spent

[[Gimme all that raw -- The Dopeness]]

We holdin' the key bums, no one precedes them
Profits? we might see sums, offer? She might see some’m
No matter the topic or optics, you might just reap guns
Mo phatta deposits we cock it and might squeeze some
Boom boom — come buss inna deh room
Come fuh tussle feh deh chune — Ambush, like we f***in' Yoon
Gimme gimme — gimme all dat raw
Gimme gimme — gimme all dat raw

Gimme-Gimmie (A Smooth Beat by Datsunn)

LYNXX Worldwide are two enigmatic characters from Canada that feature a two-in-one combo of Faim and MR. FANGZ. A duo in sound and presence, they find themselves rapping authentic, multi-level bars over timeless sounds and beats. Their fresh, Maxell cassette tape experience is inspired by summers in the 1990's, great lyricism and classic emcees like: Black Thought, Homeboy Sandman, and the late-great, MFDOOM.

"Tick-Tock" is an immaculate rhymepiece that features sounds pulled and flipped from the talents on Tiktok. A unique selection of beats and sounds accompanied high-quality crafted verses from the two wild cats." Find LYNXX WORLDWIDE on Soundcloud, Apple Music, Spotify and more. Follow @LYNXXWORLDWIDE on Instagram.

FRONTIERS:

First we got on the plane, and all the eyes they was starin'
I had to shuffle the aisle, sat next to a Karen
Ayo reluctant and shy, she said hi my names Erin
She looked kinda fly, chest was on single parent (lol!)
Took a look in her eyes, this was gon' be a problem
A look of dispise, she went from turkey to goblin (she was mean!)
Such a ghoul — yeah, she from the old-skool
If they saw her with a brown, they’d prolly drown her in a pool of mud (hahaha)
Who’s to judge — workin' on gum like she's chewin' cud
Stewardess lookin like a ruined tub (hahaha!)
"Like, why'm I here?
Fighting all this time to defy my years?"
I’m lookin drippy as sh*t, this witch b*tchy as sh*t
But on some lust-hate, might put some d*ck in this chick, 
The male brain, tryna repel the female frame (stay calm)
If you catch Fangz maybe you can email Faim 
You tryna go home? Same

x8 space

We keep it rolling we rolling and all our pockets stay swollen
And yeah we owning the road and we goin toe-to-ta-toe witchall
Fold it, we gon' ball, up in age, ain’t shit changin'
Just fits, Range, n’ maybe this chain, but sh*ts stayin'
The same in the spirit — runnin in the Frontiers
Same bang same lyrics — running in the Frontiers
x2

[[What does home look like?]]

It’s white as old cocaine, it’s like a snowglobe plane,
It’s like a photo mayne, and we're like cold propane
And we might blow yo brain — she don’t Coltrane, 
Nirvana, Kurt Cobain — she's just a do-do brain
on a solo plane — flying over trains (unaware of the tracks!)
So keep your respect high and don’t throw no games
And like a logo stain or a moto chain
We're stayin' and breakin' — you don’t know those flames
You don’t know 'bout LYNXX, you don’t know 'bout dat
You don’t know 'bout this, you don’t glow no wrists
You don’t throw those risks, you don't hold no bags
We a MOMO tag, we hold pole position
y’all heard it right here for the last time
We're beyond the stitches of the past rhymes
See beyond the ditches in the back nines,
and pray — you tryna go home? Cuz same

Frontiers (A Story About A Flight)

LYNXX Worldwide are two enigmatic characters from Canada that feature a two-in-one combo of Faim and MR. FANGZ. A duo in sound and presence, they find themselves rapping authentic, multi-level bars over timeless sounds and beats. Their fresh, Maxell cassette tape experience is inspired by summers in the 1990's, great lyricism and classic emcees like: Black Thought, Homeboy Sandman, and the late-great MFDOOM.

"Tick-Tock" is an immaculate rhymepiece that features sounds pulled and flipped from the talents on Tiktok. A unique selection of beats and sounds accompanied high-quality crafted verses from the two wild cats." Find LYNXX WORLDWIDE on Soundcloud, Apple Music, Spotify and more. Follow @LYNXXWORLDWIDE on Instagram.

EVEN-STEVEN:

Giant men, tend to be defiant when they're lyin' men
But they're flower sweet like hyacinths
Jezzebels, Leviathans, the science is in they're lyin', friend
Everything booty like a pirates ends, mind ya friends
Quotes like Virgil said it, men have turribel heads it’s 
Filled with all the s***s we don’t mention
Anxiety, attention, minding what is mentioned
Defining your intentions in between of spines of every second
Of every hour, every day through every minute
And left into the infinite to judge the difference
Wild innit, wild ain’t it? We don’t choose nuh fowl language
But serve cold bars, like cold bars in Anchorage
40 acreage, a bad baddie I can rank wit
Who body bangin' just like the sangwich that she made me
sexy a** name like Sadie
Naomi, Chloe Bailey, dark or white as that Bieber Hailey
I don’t even care, we the hottest shit out — yeah, barely
Dem nuh scare me, no Harry Styles but whole styles is hairy (no dresses here)
Hear me? They false set Mariah Carey (falsetto)
Sh*ts crazy, we blazing - they blaming
They hating, hate winning and stay shaming
Stay thinning, trade sinning for safe havens
but they're still nervous — their grapes into some baked raisins

We the highest point, the atmosphere is clear
And we all over the atlas, shruggin answers out our hair (Atlas Shrugs)
We're the reason for the season, looks like smoke when we breathin
When it’s evening, pull an angel out a demon, make it even Steven

We make it even Steven x4

Brothers fail like Lehman, lemon-y
Snickets it’s two living breathing ridiculous penmans
With penmanship, Henderschemes come inspect the fit
(Pause) We are effortless
you live where effort lives, we in sections where effervescence is
And dime shorties with voices like Evanescence’s
Bad bad baddies
Tanned black phatties, mad phat natties
Shorty pon shorty, shorty-shorty pon shorty
Now we on the party, now we getting naughty
LYNXX brought da dutty, laddie-daddie call Snoop
Boulevard, forty-deuce, rollin in a stolen coupe (conjecture)
Sh*t — dreams, if they come true
The words from the tongue turn to Kung-fu
And spin like Tsukki or that South African kid from Ubuntu
And wipe these rappers off like I’m Sun Tzu, like f*** you
If dreams come true,
The air in the lungs swirl the firmament
Bring turbulence to the tournament
We uphold the game like a tourniquet,
And plan on sticking around, like the words impervious and permanent
Cuz sh*ts crazy, we blazing - they blaming
They hating, hate winning and stay shaming
Stay thinning, trade sinning for safe havens
but they're still nervous — their grapes into some baked raisins

We the highest point where the atmosphere is clear
And we all over the atlas, shruggin answers out our hair (Atlas Shrugs)
We're the reason for the season, looks like smoke when we breathin'
When it’s evening pull an angel out a demon, make it even Steven

We make it even Steven x4

Even Steven (Arlo Parks 'Black Dog' Chop)

CANADIAN BREWED HIPHOP FROM THE GOLDEN ERA. REST IN PEACE #MFDOOM #LouOttens

LYNXX WORLDWIDE

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