All In Feat. Cheeks Bosssman

Rude (Prod. By AngelaCiencia)

#Dngn #dunjin #hiphop #ukhiphop #suicide #voices #suicidenote 

N4M3L355 - Voices

Instrumental by: AntChamberlain
Mixed & Engineered by K.v.a
Performed by: K.v.a
Written by: K.v.a
Source: 34 Valley Records
Lyrics & Performance owned by: Andres Aguilar
Any explicit content or word is not used with the intent to offend.

Call me

Call Me

Unexplainable Interlude (Remix) (Prod. Bailey Daniel)

One Time FYM (prod. Damu The Fudgemonk)

DO IT YOUR WAY. 
PAVE THE ROAD TO YOUR STORY. 

Track 9 off the new album "BEDEME"  Hit that link below for more. 
https://open.spotify.com/album/7dZzaguz2uUpGlUTrZbHUw?si=dc09wdmrSYSqKNPi7BXSWA


"Bedeme"  Dropped 12/25 On All Streaming Services.

Mixed, Mastered & Entirely Produced by PA On The Trackhttps://soundcloud.com/p_a_on_the_track

UNCONVENTIONAL MOODS

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UNCONVENTIONAL MOODS (ME & MY SLIMES)(PROD. BY P.A. ON THE TRACK)

Katlego - Petty Ex Text

KATLEGO - PETTY EX TEXT

2/5/2021

SIGNS (Prod. Balance Cooper)

Hematomatoes

Carpe' BM

Remake of Drake’s Tuscan Leather. Happy Lunar New Year 🧧
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Open the movie, world’s lookin broken to me
Bad bitch broke into me
But her husband tryna sue me
So you can’t fuck wit the groupies
Without an AIDS test, can’t even take the neck
Rather chase a check, scrape out the debt..
Kids in the burbs and they fake set
I might take they Lex and blaze the rest
Spit all facts, spin the block laundromat
Straight out walk wit the strap
No call backs from a recording label
They only adore the fables..
From the doors to the table
Don’t report what they make to you
People saying own ya rights
They dunno what its like
If you act in your own right
Like it’s back home tonight
Blast ya self wit a chrome pipe
Cuz you might not make it...
Soul could be stripped naked
Still gotta smile and fake it
Smooth ride in the lane switch
So you can say that you made it
Tell the truth, it’s hell that I been thru
Rawest to hit the instrumental
And you can ask SWIM too..
Ask a stranger cross the Earth
Tell you what I’m talkin is worth
Even tho I walk in the dirt
And stick the hawk thru ya shirt
Intelligence high, specialize
In lettin the records fly so I’m never deprived
They lemme just die...
Closed casket, you hope it ain’t tragic
But you know I got blasted, you feel me
Need a whole clip to kill me, you all silly
What’s the drilly, fuck a nine milly
Get it poppin at the Telly
Watch what you tell me....

Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do
My anger is nothing new
How many blunts I’m runnin thru
Tryna stay under some sleuth
Tell you fuck the truce, take a white flag
Light a match, if u ain’t pussy then fight back..
Look at that, got the wooden bat
If you misunderstood what I rap
It’s for the crooks in the trap
The blue collar, any y’all lookin 4 a new dollar
For those I care about
And if you lettin the speakers blarin out...
If you lonely as fuck, no girl
And can’t hit the homies up
Cuz they dunno wassup, bad feeling
Close to ya gut, you never known luck
Had to make your own, rob the bag
And take it home, all of you fake clones...
So I stay in my zone, spend my days alone
Still could be social, know how to coach you
Engross you, bouda go Postal
Use everything in my disposal
They stagin invasions, lost footage
But they ain’t misplace it...
They fuckin erased it, got my shell casings
See a lot floss in they raps
I’ll erase they face and they dog tags
If they don’t fall back, whatchu call that
An assassin work, have em mad at church..
But how much the Catholics worth?
And if the church doors open
Why am I sleepin in the downpour soakin
Cuz God meant it to be? Ain’t shit he said 2 me
Only lessons in my memories
And the dead friends I can see..

.....

It’s the late night
Tryna figure how to make it right
We grown and we different
My mind is my own prison
Even if I hold the wisdom
Sometimes I wish that I didn’t
Need the innocence back 
But we already lived thru that
And they ain’t gonna give it back
Who knows if the mission intact
Used to commit to scrap
Now I’ll load hollow tips in a strap
Think of old times when I wrote rhymes
If only they known the crimes
Nowadays I show the divine
I don’t need a crew to keep it true
Show you what the lethal do
Look at the bullshit you feed into
Follow the trends, blend in, gotta pretend
On my side, there’s not a friend 
I’ll do this battle alone
Obstacles stacked on the road
Pack chrome, should know I’m in that zone
Met plenty of people, friends, enemies
Good or evil, lovers and haters
Thugs runnin the pavement
Interrogations by government agents
Used to stunt in the basement
Bout ten years ago, some odd tears ago
Prolly let the fear show, I could cry now
Till my eyes dry out, risin suicide counts
Lose it all in a second
That shit is all reckless, still got the fire
Cuz my pops need to retire
My moms need a new sweater
I got it myself, don’t need to do it together
.Lyrics cut off.

Viking Fur (reprod. by JFacade Music)

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Unexplainable Interlude (Remix) (Prod. Bailey Daniel)

Monarch