Blade tucked on my body if you looking for a lick
Bitch I aint the fucking one
Better keep a fucking stick
No rips on my jeans
Bitch im clean with the hits
Ten tags on your toes I never could miss

I switch up the mix
Stone cold like my wrist 
Frostbite if you diss
Closed eyes get you hit
Throw you down in the pit
Bodies stacking like bricks
Blood flowing like water
Bet y’all never could forget

Whole life in the mist 
so you never could know 
the decisions you make tend to hurt those around you
Been by myself for some minutes I tell you 
you don’t want this life in the end it’ll drown you

Bitch I found you but I can’t see
When im around you I just can’t breathe
Overthinking every damn thing 
Isolating til I find peace

What the signs mean
She right beside me
We right back where we were before she don’t surprise me 
She don’t entice me like before gimme my time please
My life aint yours to hold so lemme get my mind free

Bitch its A02 the squadron so you know we walking on em
Never looking for a problem but you know we down to solve it
Im just focused on my mission no you cannot get involved 
Your whole life a contradiction don’t tell me im living wrong 

(Yea) 
don’t tell me im living wrong
(What)
Dont tell me im living wrong 
Your whole life a contradiction don’t tell me im living wrong bitch
(What)

Wrong

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straight from the dank dungeons of hip-hop and steeped in static slime of cyberworld beat production - stoic da poet & benjo blend flower blooms and flowing bars. enjoy ;)
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Lyrics:
I got couple broad bitches from Boston calling me bossy
I’m down under so much that they calling me Aussie
I can’t help it, I know my flow so saucy
Know my clothes so flossy, I’m so bold my posse
Boutta glow like saki, grab ahold my pockets
In the cockpit passing the bong as we passing the coppas
-Watch them hoppers chop a clock then Shaka-laka
This choc-o-late boutta blow my socks off
The weed is too strong boutta hit rock bottom
With a foster mom that poppin off my scrotum (ooooooo!)
Carotid pumping my blood so I be looking hotter
Hotter.. hotter.. somebody call a doctor!
I can’t be stopped like my name drop column
I be wanted by the poppa for the thoughts in my noggin
I ain’t gonna knock em but I’m done with this talking
Catch you on the flip, stoic bouncing your honor
YEUGH!

bossyboi {freestyle} (prod. benjo)

(lyrics)


In the afterlife, will we walk on clouds?
Or will we feel the burn from the heat and hear ear piercing sounds
Or Will we feel the warm embrace of loved ones gone before?
Or will we wander lonely in a dark creepy endless moor?

Will there be judgement at the gates, 
or mercy for all?
Will we remember our lives on earth,
or go and heed the true call?
Will we live as we did before, or in a new way born?
Will we be free from the pain and fear, or stay in limbo and forever mourn?

Will there be streets of gold, or gardens of green?
Will there be music sung from angels,
 or a deafening screams?
Will we meet the ones who left, or those we never knew?
Will we recognize our souls, or is time to go meet someone brand new?

Questions unanswered, 
mysteries untold,The afterlife remains a story yet to be told.
But one thing is certain
Our earthly journey ends And a new one begins, where eternity bends.

Into Thee Afterlife (Prod.yung.ferro)

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I Was Pure

(hook)
Swervin and dashin 
My boy always crashin the whip

Drunk to be drivin 
Forever I’m wildin to lit 

Out in the bellos 
I’m out here right next to your bitch 

I barely met ha 
The next day she suck on my dick 
She swallow up all the kids 


Get down and blow and she take all the load 
Got her tounge out and she askin fo moe 
fuckin these hoes 
Never love em I know 
I be flexin no guessin 
Go trough that back doh 
Robbin his woes messin up on his flows 
I got bitches with switches 
They got pretty toes 
Uppin my dose 
Lsd comatose 
Might see god 
On the block 
And I serve him some dope 

Sniff up that yay 
What we doin All day 
Got some yack 
In the cadillac 
Mixed with bombay 
times that I pray
When she ridin my face 
All my bitches be crazy 
But don’t disobey 


Ride with the beam 
My benelli blow steam 
All my guns foreign your death luxury 
I aint to keen 45 to your spleen 
I just vot me 2 zags smokin up tumbleweed 


Swervin and dashin 
My boy always crashin the whip

Drunk to be drivin 
Forever I’m wildin to lit 

Out in the bellos 
I’m out here right next to your bitch 

I barely met ha 
The next day she suck on my dick 
She swallow up all the kids 

Milly gon blow hallow tips to yo dome 
Either shot gonna kill you or loose chromosomes
So go Take yo ass home homie got no condone
In that Violence no way for that guidance alone 

You a disease and I do what I please 
Why you so angry go smoke up some trees 
Trigger I squeeze end yo life with a breeze 
14k in ha mouth she got gold on ha teeth 

Straight to yo face 
make sure you straight 
Pourin up shots I just hope they ain’t laced 
Out in the open im left with no trace 
And I’m to close to explodin get out of my way 

Pow I take shots of some crown 
Takin over to town 
How you feelin 
I’m up but I’m not comin down 
As I come from the ground 
Rottin corpse in a lounge 
Smell of that death when I’m blowin up clouds

If Misery Loves Company Then Why Do I Love To Be Alone

Vapour

A sonic descent into the aftermath of becoming — where ambient shadows meet hip-hop pulses, and electronic vespers echo through the vault. Sounds of E channels raw emotion and introspection into each track, forging the signature E-Hop language of Eryndel. Step into the remnants, then rise.

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