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Before December Ends 2: Just Words (Deluxe)

Tum Tum (Asim Azhar).mp3

Midnight At The Park (Instrumental)

Mafia Talk (Instrumental)

This is who I am, never had a plan / 
except to kill it for the fam, don't fold for demands /
cause I am THE MAN damn, Y'all don't understand / 
But I beat the upper hand! Speaking like it's chance

Dreams don't pay advance n when they do you pray it lasts / 
That way you never comin' back, Don't care where I stand / 
Cause I treat this just like it's mass it ain't no competition damn
Hatin' on the man while they fade into the past yeah,

They all chasin' glam while I been praying for my path
Just a boy from Ranchlands makin' mad jams / 
like a one man band yeah I never thought I'd have that, / 
way damn back when I was cuttin' class! 

Might have missed some math but you know I spit the facts,
Bringing my own gas till I'm blasting off these raps yo,
pain is in the past but that done made me who I am / 
so I'll NEVER take it back! Kick it raise your glass / 

Putting Calgary on the map I say we make the world snap!
Haters double back yo we lifted never cap! 
Giving all I have even tho they never clap
Giving all I have yeah I hope you understand / 

It's ambition over everything, Don’t you stop for ANYTHING  
Heavy weight you carrying but you done carried EVERY DAY! / 
So Go and run the game! Make yourself a name! /
Yeah Remember what I say, ‘member what I say

This is for the days that we left standin’ in the rain yeah
Fragile gonna break, reeling from the pain / 
But conquered demons in our brain till we the strongest in the game
Bottom’s where we came but the top is where we stay

Lost all in my ways I will take ‘em to the grave yeah / 
But when you look away know I still give my everything
Out to make the change it’s no wonder this my thing
Words I rearrange just show you where I came / 

With these poems that I display, wrote to ease the pain / 
And I Wrote for better days and I wrote and hoped for change / 
Till my heart was feelin’ drained, lemme flip the page yeah /
I hope that you relate, don’t care what they say / 
Cause you know they love to hate they got no one else to blame! / 
But the day you hit the stage they got nothin’ left to say 
They just playin’ games, they ain’t made a lane
They ain’t gon’ remain they can look how far we came! / 

It's ambition over everything, Don’t you stop for ANYTHING  
Heavy weight you carrying but you done carried EVERY DAY! / 
So Go and run the game! Make yourself a name! /
Yeah Remember what I say, ‘member what I say

I been through the pain had it run all through my brain / 
Nah I Don’t care what it takes I was waiting on a break 
This my saving grace, y'all ain't take my place / 
Cause I’m makin’ my own way you can walk the road I’ll pave,

Live this every day, live this every day / 
Like I’m out to make my gains and I’m out to show my grace
Yeah we run the game and you know we made a name! 
Member what I say yo, member what I say

Ambition Over Everything (Prod. J o e y) (New Album Version)

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Visa

Visa (feat. Tweezy B Wildin')

God please fill me up yo I'm sick of feeling stuck
Everythang is good and then everythang is nuts,
Boutta spill my guts to these sticks all in the mud 
Think I'm coming up yuh I feel it in my blood / 

Yeah I feel it in my blood but the bloods never enough 
Out here actin tough so they party in the club /
Yo I'm really actin up paranoia got me bugged / 
Saying "this ain't who you was", what happened to love? 

God ain't up above he in every one of us / 
But I feel so disconnected it don't matter who is what /
yo If God is who to trust then you better trust yourself
I don't go for luck cause I focus on the wealth

Imma make them bucks and then hide em all in hell 
Diamond in the rough yeah I think you know it well
Money ain't enough and that's no matter what you sell
Sold my soul for what? Yo I think it was the skill, 
Why I'm feeling ill

Why I'm feeling ill, Why I'm feeling ill 
Why I'm feeling ill (ill) ill (ill) ill
Why I'm feeling ill, I'm iller than Hell 
Why I'm feeling ill (ill) ill (ill) ill

Why I'm feeling ill, Why I'm feeling ill
Why I'm feeling ill (ill) ill (ill) ill
Why I'm feeling ill, I'm iller than Hell
Why I'm feeling ill (ill) ill (ill) ill


Thinking bout the brink yo, thinking bout the edge / 
Will you push me till I sink or, push me till I'm dead? 
Lots of road ahead yet I'm posted here instead
Bullets made of lead and it's wool that makes the bed / 

Yet the thoughts that make your head all the same that hate what's said
Same that makin' cents and the rage all in my pen
I ont rap for friends dawg I'm wrapped up in the end
Tired of seeing red, tired of feeling dead

Tired of tryin' retire all the thoughts up in my head 
Damn I'm feeling spent. Damn I'm feeling spent / 
And I know that this is it but will you gimme 1 more wish? 
Rap was heaven sent but now all I see is Jinn / 

n I'm praying now Lord I don't need be rich! 
 long I got these Karas on my own 2 wrists / 
All I'm praying for quick is to please give me a lift / 
Cause tried but then I slipped, please just let me live

Please just let me live, Please just let me live
Please just let me please just let me please just let me live
Please just let me live, Please just let me live
Please just let me please just let me please just let me live

Please just let me live, Please just let me live
Please just let me please just let me please just let me live
Please just let me live, Please just let me live
Please just let me please just let me please just let me live

Lost on Voicemail (Prod. Beats By Con)

Unexplainable Interlude (Remix) (Prod. Bailey Daniel)

Lyrically imperial I'm killin' em it's serial / 
so come and get your spirit spilled, show you what is really real
I'm a big DAWG I on't ever come to wheel and deal
They all big FRAUDS I on't care bout their mills

I'm a DESPOT, NORTH SIDE GOD! /  
Yeah I'm Never gonna stop till the US send a SQUAD!
Take me it's an OP can't replace me when I'm gone / 
If you rappin' outta Calgary then rep it man that's all

Vika hope you prouda me you why I'm at the top / 
why I never stop the rock why I always make the drop / 
like the flow's a slap SHOT, always droppin HOT
Know I'm throwin' bombs through the song yeah it's on

I don't need an auto I could empty endless bottles  / 
of my thoughts until you gone, words right to your dome / 
now I'm flowin' through your home, man is you insane / 
or are you manic to the core? Think you wantin' more



Live the realest in town!  Calgary's gettin' the crown
An ounce of sound pronounced to now is the way we kickin' it down, 
Maybe thats different from now yuh we Keep it consistent and loud
Beating the system we doing it different n reaping what's given n found

When was our freedom allowed? speaking on evil and doubt 
Always been keepin' us down n teasing the clout / I know what it's bout /
Defeating my demons I'm keeping my crown / you seeing it now right up in the crowd
City surrounds you letting us down or you around to lift us up?

Half of these rappers they had it rough or had enough and now?
They living it luxe or spending bucks on handy bags of bud / 
To keep em floating up / this flow is going over nuts / 
I'm off the cuff I'll call your bluff this hockey puck is fuckin' coming up!

Don't show me the runners up compared to me they fuckin' suck 
Ain't the type to knucke up I'm saying that with lots of love
Hope that they all rise above n show 'em till they know its us
Hope that they all rise above n show 'em till they know what's UP!

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