Name: the third by marni in Glukose
Duration: 2 min 6 s
Description: some birthday blues for the birthday boy, a me.

this has that oldschool feel to it! very nice!

bitches aint nothin but proobbleemmss. yoooo you killed this this joint used to be my favorite shit back in the day. thank you for this

Some of the vintage 90's era flow. The type of pureness that's missing in music nowadays

Glukose

DJ GROCERIES X MEDICINECABINET - BUMP

1. GRAB THAT POLE
2. CITY STREETS
3. LOOSE CONTROL
4. FEEL THE REAL
5. FREAKY RIDE
6. DJ BOG & DJ TIRED - MIDNIGHT RIDE
7. FEEL FOR YOU
8. CLUB QUARANTINE
9. DJ BOG - MAKE YOU THINK
10. NO LOVE FOR EM

https://hpshawty.bandcamp.com/album/dj-bog-everlasting-bass-2

EVERLASTING BASS

TENNESSEE (PROD. BLKSMIITH)

🎧

TRANSITION CLUB

ending sequence

Track B6 From D.J. Pinky - Hard-Time
1995

HARDTIMEZ

D.J. Pinky - Don't Stop

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Tommy Wright III - On Da Creep (Jungle Flip) FREE DL

FUCK Y'ALL

some birthday blues for the birthday boy, a me.

the third

Wouldn't Wanna Be You (PROD. By Bes)

Trippin (Prod. By KrissiO)

Big Baby Dingo

I write as it comes out my head which is faster than my hands can move most of the time and this is the result sorry if its hard to read. 
GLOOMSTONE is a beast


VERSE: smokin till my brain cells die wit my emotions prolly schizophrenic fuck a doctor diagnosis by hypnosis mind goes to people shredded like my folks wen dey divorced n torn da home apart in pieces on de flo thy coldest chillest in da struggle wit a couple cup fulls hustled in tim buck two for a buck two justified de drugs fo stuff his mental belt buckle tuck de clutch beside his nuts sittin comfortable bruh kage wat de fuck hav u been up to Explorin holdin torches in de forest, lighters for de trees clay stickin to de jordans, cant imagine walkin in my shoes dese bitches wont ignore us, trees barking woods howlin brain gone headless horseman, ridin high up through de hollows voice echoes empty stomach, ion compromise fo nuthin even wat i put my nut in, im only comin for de hunnids, thin sum of money aint it somethin, eye peaks de lashes frm de pussy whip punk bitch 

VERSE 2:  kno dat we ben eatin dough i put my mouth is movin ounces out in stockbridge glock is tucked down in my trousers games villain breathin flames de shells rain his name aint bowser peach is still de state o mind where he was raised ben in south fer bout as long as he recalls to dese niggas aint seein dat we aint agreein i get it im greedy dats our food livin life easy still niggas lettin dey jaw move dis aint nothin about u u got murdered it was buisness dont fuck wit me on dis cow manure beef shit please bitch weaklin reasons de reason he even breathin steada bleedin from dese beetins peep dat he too creep cant fuck wit dese demon beats dey too scared got dem leavin why we even fuck wit niggas dat not even within in my league dem bitches cause treason restrap my sheathe n go n delete stand on my feet n walk no weakness them  like a film dat started normal wit no morals o de theme written now we stranger wit de clips n now dey seen different on occasion kept de heat himself but no esteem wit em till he steamin pissed need horror screams de find his peace within de keep my mind assured i got my side force n ima side for who ever commits homicide for us  empowered by de name a shikai sword ben kage before  it was no suprise thwarted pride in his swing drive in his speech we ended up takin de bitches new whip n den went de go culd ride in de streets back wen i had de lie since i had no drivin id truthfully morality died inside o my mind at fifteen good idols tried de be guides in front o my eyes it obviously seems opportunities provided had no worth if i didnt seek it my fam judges fo every drug i sip burn hells where im leadin dey say i make devil music n call all o my niggas demons right 

BRIDGE: run bitch ima end yo luck quick
talkin all dat fuck shit we kill em like its nuffin yea im off dem drugs ben gettin it out de mud since i aint feelin nuffin they make me feel nuffin

SCREAM: I CAME UP OUTTA DIRT ON MY OWN NO I DONT NEED NOBODY ELSE FOR ME DE RISE

I FILLED THE DOUBTS OF MY PAIN ON MY OWN NO I DONT NEED NOBODIES HELP FOR ME DA RISE

no im not doin dis again 
what part cant you understand i dont fuck none o them pain accumilates in shade in cumulonimbus rain from the grays settles in evaporates hate in my system

GLYPHIC - CLAY (Prod. GLOOMSTONE)

Man is a prisoner who has no right to open the door of his prison and run away... A man should wait, and not take his own life until God summons him.

the third

marni

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