Written By: Michael Conover 

No heart no love 
No shade I don’t play 

Anyone stepping to me I would not suggest
This is war for me not a game 
Different from the rest 
Shots get fired at any given minute 
So I got my bullet proof vest 
Better than the rest understatement 
Really be Braggin’ 
And the bitches be naggin’ 
That’s how it goes in this game 
Gotta know how it’s played 
If you ain’t in it to win it what you here for?
Ice cold veins 
Ice cold heathen 
Steppin’ up to me you won’t be breathin’ 

All about this bag 
This a marathon 
Bout to hop in my spaceship and blast off jimmy neutron 
Ain’t going anywhere undertaker of this rap shit I’m the phenom
Dropped 3 tapes in six months 
Those are baby steps hit this blunt 
Positive reasons on how I live my life so ima stunt 
Your a clout chaser wonder why you ain’t up front 
Up to par let’s go 

No heart no love 
No shade I don’t play 

Yuh
Call me the tin man 
Heartless hollow on the inside 
Banging on my chest 
About to go off 
Leave em’ deceased 
Unleashed the beast 
Anyone steppin’ to me Rest In Peace 
I’m cocky but I ain’t no jockey 
You imitating my style why you jockin’? 
Keep that shit up the reaper will be knockin’
Puttin’ in the time 
Puttin’ in the work 
Took my time with it did my homework 
Next time you come at me do your research 
I could drop one hit single and it will leave you in the dust 
The ladies love me I don’t blame em’ make me bust 
Your lady wouldn’t even let you hit bitch 
Talk some more shit leave you with a busted lip 
Got some rounds left in this clip 
Take another dose of me it will be a trip
Still the man around here big pimp 

No heart no love 
No shade I don’t play 
So go ahead and move out my way

Heartless

Written By: Michael Conover & Kelly Newingham 

Comin’ in hot as a bitch 
See a sucker take a lick mother fucker
Straight off the rip, I’m finna make it quick 
It’s the return of the mother fucking pimp

She gettin’ naughty bout to give her all this dick 
Tuggin’ on my 501s baby make me come undone, 
I be goin’ hard as ever (ever)
This could of been you but I done pulled the lever (lever)
She keep giving me dome call it keepin’ me clever 
Show off my cocky skills till’ I can’t deal, 
Hit this dope till’ I can’t feel 
Draco said he did it first you stupid for believing that get silly (stupid)
Milly, milly I need another million like really,
I will flip the whole script straight up then dip, 
Had her moaning I said, baby that’s just the tip,

Set my name in stone I ain’t goin’ no where, 
I wear my cloak with all my weapons in public be aware, 
One look at me your in love I could tell by the way you stared, 
Left your husband for the pimp caught up in another affair 
Whip out this laser, watch out ima slayer

You in the game but it’s playing you, can’t blame the player, 
Back in 03’ almost lost my life do to these demonic spirits that haunt me,
Clearly you can’t see the pain in my eyes, 
Your just to stuck up in your own mother fucking lies, 
Now I’m in for not a slice but the whole pie,

Get this through your thick skull 
Skinny pimp up in your bitch got her tummy feeling full, 
Toast to the ghost bitch 

Sick of all these boys actin’ tough 
Come around me it’s about to get rough, 
Scuff em’ up 

Hit that right spot A8 and that bitch sunk
Your mom even knows my name ask her who’s that sexy fucking hunk?

Return Of The Pimp

Written By: Michael Conover

Knocked em’ off I would hate to be in your shoes, 
Whole new generation, 
I’m on top baby feel this penetration 
What a time to be alive
Bad situation, speaking bad on me 
Better hope you got nine lives, 
Spooky when I arrive (arrive)
Left em’ barely breathing better hope he survives, 
Things done changed when I hopped on the scene, 
Ima tackle this blunt call me Mean Joe Greene

Married to the game 
Married to the money 
All about the blue 
Didn’t you get the news?

Dropped another tape I’m a machine 
Go ahead pussy get your mother fucking vaccine 
Prescribed to my own meds I’m off the lean,
Uh,
Hit this for a minute 
She want the D 
Boy you must be trippin’ 
Always flippin’ you will never be me

Must be kiddin’ 
Hittin’ then I’m dippin’ 
Anything I want I attack 
Madman on the loose about to react 
Fully committed back on track 
Where you lack, I rap (ok)
(SESH)

Uh,
Big difference in this generation, 
Revonoc the sensation 
If she saying wait it’s out the door no waitin’ 
All about action, not time for conversation
I got the bread and the butter 
Lock his jaw aye I make him stutter 

Married to the game 
Married to the money 
All about the blue 
Didn’t you get the news?

Jolly Roger

What A Time

Day by day same ole’ story Same ole’ life starts to get boring Always working, always strained Gotta be quick cause I can't be late Always moving in one direction Searching for this thing  Can't get lost, gotta be on track 
When you move ahead you can never look back (back) Then time is come when you gotta break free To make the choice to be wild, to be happy How fun, don't let your mind go flat That's that, it’s what i said Grab it, taste it, hold it, make it Don't think about the chance, aye just take it

Right from the cemetery I was born crazy All about the cash so go ahead and pay me Right from the cemetery I was born crazy
All about the cash so go ahead 
 Life is short, get off your ass lazy Get on your feet, it's time to get crazy Don't walk like that, we walk like this Break the rules, I know I won't miss Just be crazy, just be wild Just be free like an innocent child 
Show the world, you don't give a damn Don't let society ruin your plans Don't be afraid to say what you feel (feel) Take a little break, forget that it's real (real) Let the masses go their own way

Right from the cemetery I was born crazy All about the cash so go ahead, go ahead and pay me Right from the cemetery I was born crazy
All about the cash so go ahead 
Go ahead and pay me 
Right from the cemetery I was born crazy
All about the cash so go ahead

You go your way, I'll go mine Let your mind control your movement Who cares that there's no room for improvement Jump, shout, dance, scream Activate you act in your dreams Remember this when it all seems hazy (hazy) Get on your feet, it's time to get crazy

Born Crazy

Written By: Michael Conover

Pressure on it’s a hit 
Ski mask, extra gats, extra clips 
Execute with this heat 
Old cowboy, Call me Pistol Pete 
Skirt off then I Skeet, Skeet (skeet)
Flee from the scene so quick when I peel off 

You scared of a virus
When you should be scared of me 
Have your heart racing, blood pressure rising
Shaking in your boots I’m thriven
Pop my tapes in have you vibin’

Walk in the store ski mask on and a couple clips 
Sour diesel in my lungs I’m flying
Nothing here I’m buying 
Yeah ok, ok

So quick with it ain’t nobody catching me 
Wild West outlaw and I’m down to brawl
Ain’t holdin’ up no time to stall 
Reaching for that strap on your back 
Don’t try to be a hero 
I’m violent Robert De Niro (damn son)

Known for my attitude and all this spook 
Unfortunate for you all this is true (true)
Others have no idea all cap 
Ski mask and a sesh bag with a million racks

Ski Mask and a sesh bag with a million racks 

Ski Mask sesh bag with a 

Pressure on it’s a hit 
Ski mask, extra gats, extra clips 
Execute with this heat 
Old cowboy, Call me Pistol Pete 
Skurt off then I Skeet, Skeet 
Flee from the scene so quick when I peel off (ah)

You scared of a virus
When you should be scared of me 
Have your heart racing, blood pressure rising
Shaking in your boots I’m thriven
Pop my tapes in have you vibin’

Have you vibin’
Shaking in your boots I’m thriven
Ski Mask and a sesh bag with a million racks

Ski Mask

Written By: Michael Conover
￼
Yeah
I don’t really need her
Told her take a breather
My neck in the freezer
Better heat the ether
Blood on my T-shirt
Gettin’ busy in my two seater

We just pump the speakers
Up in smoke like some refer
The whip like a spaceship 
See my success and taste it
Your broad lookin’ basic
Two outta ten I rate it

Turn up I locate it 
Hit the event invaded 
Now we gettin’ faded
Every dream I created
Pass the bottle we ain’t had enough (what?)

She spent the night 
Thought she was gettin’ cuffed (nah)
She best call a bluff 
Tell her get her stuff
She came in a Rolls Royce 
But leaving on the bus 

She pop a perc perc 
That’s how she work work
She needs some church church
I pray I come first
Prayed for this Bugatti 

Fast life we love to party
A Rollie and a Carti (yeah)
These pills look like they some smarties

All lights blind me but they help me
X-RAY vision on a mission to remove her tee 
She said that she want me 
I don’t come for free
If she pay the fee
Deliver in HD(I deliver)
Purple cup, purple drink, let’s link

It’s a movie every time you see me
And she wanna keep the reel
Yeah we keep it real
I’m a boss who pay the bills
Watch shine like some headlights
Know I’m going for the kill (killin’ it)
Really about to thrill, half a mil
This has been madness 
Think I’m playin’ check my status 

She pop a perc perc 
That’s how she work work
She needs some church church
I pray I come first
Prayed for this Bugatti 

Fast life we love to party
A Rollie and a Carti 
These pills look like they some smarties
Mhm

Madness (Prod. DJ $catty)

BITCH I CAUGHT YOU SLIPPING 
PILL POPPIN 
PEALED, IM SLOPPY
HUH MUST BE ON VACATION
CAUSE GIRL YOU TRIPPIN
LIKE HARLOW WHEN I HOP IN
COBAIN WHEN I’M ROCKIN
YOU CONFIDENT I’M COCKY
GENERALS CHICKEN 
TAKIN SHOTS OF SAUKE 
ACURA WHEN I SKEET
GOING TO HELL, FEEL THE HEAT
AMBER HERD WHEN I SHIT
GO CLEAN YOUR SHEATS
WITH BLEACH, BITCH 
AIN’T NO TIME FOR STOPPIN
LIKE THREE 6 WHEN IM POPPIN
ELON WHEN IM STOCKIN
I’M CONFIDENT I’M COCKY BITCH

Pep in my step 
Let’s get down to it 
I ain’t cocky I’m conceited 
Would you look at that, all my girls need me
If she ever thought about it, I done hit it, ripped it, filled it 
Got you on my mind, now who’s trippin?
I’m feelin’ like I’m trippy mane

Let me slide on this verse 
Givin’ back to all my fans in return 
This is what y’all deserve (straight up)
A real MC by the name of Revonoc, ya see?
Rest In Peace Pimp C 
Best believe, I still bump Bun B 
Real life vulture 
With precision, from the culture 
Life is what you make it, and me I’m soul searchin’

Let's Go (feat. Alisxn Gray)

Dropped this just for the fans! Read the lyrics on google

Grave Watcher

Written By: Michael Conover 

What? 
What? 

Hopped on the scene 
Proud to be me 
Ice be mean, diamonds on me 
Hopped off the jet, look it’s me 
Obsolete call me Charlie Sheen 

One look into my eyes, boy your fried
All I really see is you, caught up in these lies

Tats on the back 
Ridin’ like that
Talkin’ tuff don’t get smacked
Smirnoff with the ice yeah, I’m smashed 

Let me go off for a minute 
Then let me replenish 
Hit the hoe one time, yeah she finished 
Up in the cut, all in her guts 
My mind is full of crazy thoughts goin’ nuts

Moon rock from outer space 
Take another shot to the face
Feels like I’m in a whole different place
Is this real life or a fantasy? 
Just seen a UFO insanity 

Hopped on the scene 
Proud to be me 
Ice be mean, diamonds on me 
Hopped off the jet, look it’s me 
Obsolete call me Charlie Sheen 

Ima make it rain, stuntin’ is a habit (habit)
Back to back, I attack it 
Bands on bands, I’m stacking
Everyday grind, it’s my passion 
Step to me, boy your lacking (lackin’)

Moon rock from outer space 
Take another shot to the face
Feels like I’m in a whole different place
Is this real life or a fantasy? (Pew)
Just seen a UFO insanity 
Off the charts it’s uncanny

Area 51

Written By: Michael Conover 

Way I’m movin’ 
Way I’m groovin’
Way I’m slick up with your bitch
24/7 up in the clit 
Look up high I’m lit 
Never switched 

What?
Oh My God
Top of the bone 
I’m in the zone 
Next to me your a clone 
Hit the clit made ‘er moan 

Never thought about this twice 
Went out next to me boy your shrimp fried rice 
So focused on doing this and doing that Alright 

Uh
You lied your chopped, your screwed, got on stage it was all boo’s
Get a clue 

Any who, any who 
Alright
(SESH)

Not a life for you to pursue
Grab your purse be a nurse
Unless you wanna be laid up in my hearse
Let it burst, let it bang (bang)
Couple nuts let ‘em’ swang (swang)
Diggity dog yeah I’m strange (strange)
Ask your girl who got range 
“Your tweaking”
Your ladies downstairs is “squeaking”

Your Lady

Written By: Michael Conover

Laid all my vices to rest (rest)
Rollin’ in my hearse bullet proof vest
It’s do or die, knowin’ who about to slide
My behavior is wicked, not much longer you won’t be kickin’
Boy your times runnin’ out times a tickin’
Beauty straight from the Pickens 
Beats that I’m rippin’ (rip)
Never catch me trippin’

You thought I was done, think again son (bet) 
Tried to catch me high and dry till’ you seen my gun (for real)
Get clapped 
Drop your whole pack (pack)
Got homies that do work for me (straight up) 
Get slapped

Roll the dice, this is my last vice 
Wasn’t going back twice 
80 on the back call it Jerry Rice
(What, what?)

Wasn’t going back twice 
80 on the back call it Jerry Rice
Hit this have you feelin’ right

Hit this have you feelin’ right 
Higher than a kite (kite)
Your just intimidating 
I’m out here demonstrating 
You actin’ rude, don’t put me in a mood
I can be nice, but now I got attitude (tude)
Let it loose (loose)
Dude I’m off the juice, bout’ to cruise 
Try to out do me, you will always lose (SESH)

Laid all my vices to rest 
Rollin’ in my hearse bullet proof vest
It’s do or die, knowin’ who about to slide
My behavior is wicked, not much longer you won’t be kickin’
Boy your times runnin’ out times a tickin’

Vice's (Prod. Nekk)

Written By: Michael Conover

Inspiration that comes from the heart 
Relationships that never worked, always fell apart
Alright, alright

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ima’ make ‘Em feel this heat (what, what)
Gold diamond grillz in my teeth 
Really bout’ to show off all these moves 
Up so high, catch me on the front page news
Bite down on the bullet, homeboys round’ here rockin’ mullets (pow)

Catch me ridin’ dirty 
Hoes in the back seat gettin’ flirty 
Weird Al, got ‘Em saying white and nerdy
Twearking on my jock, lookin’ real purdy

Pretty fly for a white guy (yuh)
Look at me, I ain’t even gotta try
Did this out of spite, your better than me? (Oh my god)
Haha “Sike”

Bow down to the real pimp (p.i.m.p)
Catch you on the wrong night, now your walkin’ with a limp 
I got the moves 

Really dude you need to get a clue 
Always let down, so I had to shake it 
Relationships, yeah couldn’t take it 
Let’s wake and bake 
Patty cake, patty cake, your gonna fall in love today (skrt)

Have a baby by me baby be a millionaire 
This one all mine, not about to share 
I got this, you don’t life’s unfair 
Life’s short, enjoy your life (yeah)
This blunt right here got me feelin’ right 
(What, what, what)
Ok, I might 

Uh
Make ‘Em feel this heat 
Gold diamond grillz in my teeth 
Really bout’ to show off all these moves 
Up so high, catch me on the front page news
Bite down on the bullet, homeboys round’ here rockin’ mullets (ah,ah)

Catch me ridin’ dirty 
Hoes in the back seat gettin’ flirty 
Weird Al, got ‘Em saying white and nerdy
Twearking on my jock, lookin’ real purdy

Pretty fly for a white guy 
Look at me, I ain’t even gotta try
Did this out of spite, your better than me? 
Haha “Sike”

Dirty

Written By: Michael Conover

This that how high can you go?
This that, all what you know
This that fast car, watch me go
This that trap music, watch me flow
Bout’ to hit a lick, then off to the dough
Really dawg, you ain’t know 
When it comes to this, you is slow
I’m up high, you on the floor

Catch the strangers knocking on the door
I’m really bout to hit this woah
Critic when I write, this that Edgar Allen Poe
Hide my face, ain’t nothing I wanna show

Reppin’ the 217, what you know?
All my beats come fresh off the stove 
1,2,3 Ready set go
Wait, you wasn’t ready 

Ahead of my time 
They want me locked down, hide the key he committed another crime 
I did my time, now it’s time to shine 
Caught up, this is this, and that is that 
I said hold up “watch your back”

This that how high can you go?
This that, all what you know
This that fast car, watch me go
This that trap music, watch me flow

Rewind time, watch me break the knob off 
Top of my city, really bout’ to pop off
I know all about that 
What you know?
I know all about that
They said take some time 
I could never, I’m feelin’ way to fine (fine)
Feelin’ like fresh red wine (wine)
This your only chance, then let me hit my disco dance 

Bout’ to hit a lick, then off to the dough
Really dawg, you ain’t know 
When it comes to this, you is slow
I’m up high, you on the floor

What You Know (Prod. IMPALA DRUMMERZ)

Written By: Michael Conover

“We don’t take no L’s”
No L’s all W’s

Woke up today, put my feelings in these verses 
Me versus you, got a dose of these curses
Half you men should be walking round’ with ya purses

Proceed with hate in my heart, praying on my downfall, hoping I don’t make it far (What?)
Thinking your hard
I go bar for bar (bars)
Really tho dawg, you ain’t going far 
Assure you of this, I’m the real star 
Like I said before, it’s hate in my heart 

You lookin’ for a quick fix, but instead I got a crucifix 
Lay it all down on line for this 
Couple chopsticks and I got ‘em pissed

Let’s go dawg, drop it to the ground, let it spark (pew)
I should be with the animals on Noah’s Arc (arc)
Your ate up man, look at you swimmin’ with the sharks 
I don’t talk about it, I be about it
I bite you bark (bark)
Truth is your girl still hits my phone, I left my mark 
Overseas right now, eating real well in Denmark 

What you don’t know won’t hurt you
Cross on my chain I assure you

Woke up today, put my feelings in these verses 
Me versus you, got a dose of these curses (yeah)
Half you men should be walking round’ with ya purses

Proceed with hate in my heart, praying on my downfall, hoping I don’t make it far (yeah)
Thinking your hard
I go bar for bar 
Really tho dawg, you ain’t going far 
Assure you of this, I’m the real star 
Like I said before, it’s hate in my heart (What?)

You lookin’ for a quick fix, but instead got a crucifix 
Lay it all down on line for this
What up woadie? 
SESH

Crucifix (Prod. producerxbeats)

Written By: Michael Conover

Hittin’ fat blunts till’ my body can’t feel 
Come around my neck of the woods, then your body goes still 
Last year I counted half a sack on a mill (milli)
Feelin’ like Michael Jackson, like this is the thrill (yeah)

Anxious bout’ the next buck, so you know I’m never chill 
In my DM’s, so tell me baby “what’s the deal”? (Dilli)
Started in this game with nothing to my name (huh?)
Now I’m in for the kill 
Yeah

You hit a crossroad, now you can’t feel
End of the road hoe
Left the city for the small town dirt road
Medusa on the chest, turn you all to stone
I’m where the dark lays, my soul really froze 
(Froze)

Look me in the eyes, then your body gets weak (weak)
You tried so hard but never made it, now look who’s the antique 
Living a boring life that you never fulfilled 
While I-
Stay on my throne, with plenty beats to kill

911 what’s your emergency?
I think my girlfriend overdosed
Is she breathing?
What’s your address?
Hello?
No she’s not breathing
We need your name and address

Yeah
Yeah
Watch me do it, watch me talk it, watch the way I walk it (walk)

Last year I counted half a sack on a mill 
Feelin’ like Michael Jackson, like this is the thrill 

Anxious bout’ the next buck, so you know I’m never chill 
In my DM’s, so tell me baby “what’s the deal”?
Started in this game with nothing to my name (huh?) (yeah)
Now I’m in for the kill 

You hit a crossroad, now you can’t feel 
End of the road hoe

Hittin’ fat blunts 
Till’ my body can’t feel 
Come around my neck of the woods, then your body goes still

End Of The Road (Prod. NO NAME PLUG)

Written By: Michael Conover

Hustle like I’m hustle man, yeah it’s me 
Thirty-five on the Jersey yeah like K.D.
Used to be the young cat, now it’s O.G.
If you ridin’, if your slidin’, yeah your my homie

Addict like I gotta have it 
Boy your making static, I got the magic
Magic like it’s Orlando 
Made my Honda look like a lambo
Whole crew bang yeah,uh like Rambo

Two things that’s different, your bringing static, I got magic
Showstopper that’s cool, fanatic 
Your baby mom comes around, dramatic (oh)

One call away, you ain’t gotta panic 
Do me wrong once, then it’s tragic
Ladies take one look, there hearts dance (dance)
I ain’t got time girl, no chance (nah)
Feed me beats
Feed me beats
Im-a go deep 
Twenty years ago it was ‘03
“Coo coo”

Flippin’ burgers, boy you must be kiddin’
Got a lil’ bigger started pimpin’
Now it’s music for a livin’

Addict like I gotta have it 
Grateful for everything I ever got (straight up)
Doing doubles, always workin’ round the clock (yeah)
When it comes to this, I refuse to stop 
Let it drop 
Let it bang 
Let my nuts hang 

Feed me beats
Feed me beats
Im-a go deep 
Twenty years ago it was ‘03
Boy you must be kiddin’
“Woo hoo”

Hustle like I’m hustle man, yeah it’s me 
Thirty-five on the Jersey yeah like K.D.
Used to be the young cat, now it’s O.G.
Feelin’ like the fireman, I’m H.O.T.

Gotta have it, gotta have it, like an addict
Boy your making static, I got the magic 
One call away, you ain’t gotta panic
Do me wrong once, then it’s tragic

Addict (Prod. Nxmercy)

Written By: Michael Conover

Tight grip on the pole 
Bitch lock your door 
Hearts froze, yes this is cold 
Too much to boast, yes I was chose 
Thinking your slick, but I got a tight grip
Taking lift off in my spaceship 
This a drop top 
This some guwop 
Fire up a j, then get some top 

Say you cold, but you ain’t my bro 
I’m your man, coulda’ told you so 
Baby, its burning in my soul
Let’s make a movie, I’m the shark 
Eat you till’ it’s done, ima make you cum (yeah)
Other boys you a buster, he’s about to run 
Hold up, let me show you some 
What?

Blunt filled right, yeah she’s a fatty 
Turn this hot sauce to a krabby patty 
Work I always get the job done
Make it work, yeah this well son
Rag to riches, yeah let’s go hun
Days on days of this, how did you know?
Never drop the ball you was to slow
Eighty six, I always hit
End of this, I’m still the pimp 
Drop down to you knees, hit the whip 
What?
Sheesh

Monday comes around all y’all blue
None of y’all could do what I do (never)
Drop a bomb your life is nothing new
Kay is the lady I’m cuffing
Still got the joker in the deck, yeah you bluffin
More kids on the way, it’s hustling 
Hitting this yeah I’m still puffin’ (pew, pew)

Drag me on the ground, I’m back with a whole new sound 
Mic check for all you hoes 
Ten toes down, I’m never letting go 
One good time, I always put on a show
Yeah, yeah 

Tight grip on the pole 
Bitch lock your door 
Hearts froze, yes this is cold 
Too much to boast, yes I was chose 
Thinking your slick, but I got a tight grip
Sheesh

Hold up, let me show you some
Other boys you a buster, he’s about to run
Eat you till’ it’s done, ima make you cum 
Let’s make a movie, I’m the shark 
Baby, this burning in my soul
I’m your man, coulda’ told you so
Say you cold, but you ain’t my bro 

Huh
Yeah
SESH

Getaway Car (Prod. Ricky Conover & Skaleaton)

Written By: Michael Conover, Ricky Conover

Whole family proud, yeah look at me go
Off to the races, strapped up I don’t need no laces 
Energizer bunny, thinking this a joke, I don’t find it funny 

Ice cold heathen gettin’ to get to the money (coo-coo)
Brighter days headed this way, baby make it sunny 
When you’re not around things start to feel a little funny 
Throwing shade up on my name (yeah)
Boy you sounding real lame (yeah)
You switched sides, while I stayed the same 

Revonoc, yeah will you please stand up 
Dealing with addiction from the drank in my cup 
Asking for forgiveness, I don’t need no luck 
Country boys with the toys 
Proud to be back makin’ noise 

Bumpin’ Devin Clemons (ah, ah)
Yeah “We The Boys From Illinois” 
No there ain’t nothing better than that (ah, ah)
(SESH)

Rick on the beat, got ‘em droppin’ to there knees 
Stand back 
Stand back, watch ‘em all deep freeze (freeze)
Feelin’ this unleash the beast! (beast)
Em said there’s a slim shady in all of us
We’ll look at me I got the magic touch (What?)

Stand back 
Stand back, leader of the pack 
Baby girl watch out it’s return of the mack
H20 with every meal, that’s a real life hack 
“Saying this and that, but your not living that”

Ice cold heathen gettin’ to get to the money 
Brighter days headed this way, baby make it sunny 
When you’re not around things start to feel a little funny 
Throwing shade up on my name
Boy you sounding real lame 

Revonoc, yeah will you please stand up (up)
Dealing with addiction from the drank in my cup (cup)
Asking for forgiveness, I don’t need no luck 
Country boys with the toys 
Proud to be back makin’ noise

Please Stand Up (Prod. Ricky Conover)

Written By: Michael Conover

“Turn this up baby, you already know what it is”

“Tequila”

Soaring high up in the clouds 
Cloud nine as I say bye bye 
This ain’t no *NSYNC 
Back on this beat, the ladies love it when I get into sync
Honey shrunk the kids, old school when I was the miz

You wanted bars “you got it”
Rollin’ in my fast car, coming from mars
Working so hard, hands lookin’ like tar
I’m up so far 

So skinny just dropped my draws 
Pedal to floor 
On the way to the money 
You think you’re ballin’
Better think again 
I got the gas, fly past
Smoking grass, so trashed, to smashed
Pass back the gas 
Drinking lean out the flask 
Out the flask

Leanin’ like a kickstand 
Leanin’ like a kickstand

“Tequila”

Robbin’ the raps with my ski mask 
Nobody do it better 
Always getting to the cheddar 
Cheddar bob, cheddar this 
Lighter than a feather 
TMT Money Mayweather (yuh)
You picked Gregor, look who’s out (look who’s locked in)

Played my cards right, always mixing up the sprite (aye)
So high up, but never flex 
Your baby momma got her undressed (aye)
Yeah
When I feel stressed, I give her the best 
Midwest king, hear my tone give me the ring 
Produced by Rick 
One bad look, I hit a lick 
Sittin’ in my spaceship, fighting storm troopers

You too funny 
Made yourself look bad, you’re a blooper 
Brothers in the ARMY, they the real troopers (straight up)
Going super saiyan, I’m really feelin’ it mane 
Never was contained, never was ashamed 
Nearly astonished, got this on lock I promise
You other rappers trash, make me wanna vomit 

Remix
Ah

“Tequila”

Tequila (Remix)(Prod. Ricky Conover & Jhoulz)

Written By: Michael Conover

What?
3 in the morning and I’m bout’ to let this trigger squeeze 
She feelin’  hot, but really you was underneath
Let me get back to this killer attitude that I ease
Common knowledge in my brain, bout’ to rip the blunt then watch me get to the cheese (ah)

Eyes so low I be looking like I’m Japanese 
Never seen no take off with this hard work, now I look up it’s really (what, what?) Happening 

Laced blunt, I don’t front get to rollin’ then watch me dump 
Pass the torch to my brother, now they all down in a slump 
Back for my money, promise I could, watch me do it like I should 

Over here like some gangsters, promise that we good 
You in the city, we over here in the woods 
Now watch it 
Now watch us, do it how we should 
This the little engine that could 

Can’t escape the bad thoughts, I feel misunderstood 
Drown myself in these sorrows, hoping I don’t feel this tomorrow (Tommorow)
Promise you what follows, is the reaper sleepy hollows 

Cock back lean on the nine let it squeeze 
I like it when she’s not around, I get to be free
Hot as a bitch, but my chain lookin’ like Mr. Freeze
Hit you with the uppercut, call it Mr. T

“This Is A Certified Hood Classic Trap-A-Holics Mixtapes”

Sleepy Hollow (Prod. Esthetic Gloom)

Written By: Michael Conover

Cruisin’ down that dirt road
With no where to go
Our hearts used to roam 
On a old dirt road
Woah 
Yeah

Cruising down that dirt road 
Where memories unfold 
Our hearts used to roam 
On that old dirt road
Under the moonlights glow 
Where we’d sing along 
Feelin’ the wind blow, down that old dirt road

Windows rolled down, radio turned up loud 
Kickin’ up dust, we’d drive for miles
Beneath the starry sky, feeling like I could fly
We’d find peace on that open road

Couple cold ones and no where to go
Just need someone to help me through
Don’t let me down, I need you
Put this old place in the view 
Hop on my lap girl, get close to you
Laughter through the night 
This feels right 
Baby caught my eye from the first sight

Cruising down that dirt road 
With no where to go
Oh, oh
Ohh 

Cruising down that dirt road 
With no where to go
Our hearts used to roam 
On that old dirt road
Under the moonlights glow 
Where we’d sing along 
Laughter through the night 
This felt right 
Baby caught my eye from the first sight

Masterpiece

Old Dirt Road

Written By: Michael Conover
Production: Ricky Conover & Zyller Beats

“We got a brand new song”
Coming out of Springfield, Illinois
Give it up for Revonoc
Here on Hot 97

Every time I get up 
It’s SESH season 
Back on my feet, not for no reason 

I’ve walked on glass, walked on nails, back against me oh well 
Feet are bleeding, it’s on this evening 
Know me, I always keep it scheming 
Started this all for a reason 

I’m giving what I’m giving 
The streets ain’t forgiving 
They all know the highest bidder 
Gon’ be a cold bloody night, on this December 
Just remember, I’m coming at your neck
Coming at your throat
“No cap, look who’s the goat!”

Paddle like I’m singing, heat on the beat Baby you know what I’m bringing 
Big D energy, watch out I’m swinging 
I don’t ever tap in, phone keeps ringing (coo-coo)
My connect is a plug, and a bunch of woman  (yuh)
Underground livin’ mix it with the linen 

Deliver then you come up missin’ (hey)
Body in the trunk, then I get to dump (ah)
Kiss goodbye to the system (yeah)
You’re up next, better listen (hey)
It’s really hood the way I’m chillin’
It’s not good the way I’m feelin’ 

Show up when they need me (uh)
The road I took, yeah not so easy 
You always need a handout, I don’t do freebies (nah)
But this hustle, yeah it really free’d me 
Get it then add the value, like I’m in the cut 
Bitch I’m really going nuts 
Always on the clock , cookin’ off the top 
Top of the brain
Yeah watch me go insane 

“Bout to have a panic attack”
Oh my god!
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh

Now that I’m really on the scene 
This still all feels like it’s a dream 
How you like it?
Petey Pablo freek a leek
I’m your biggest nightmare, better hide and seek

Graveyard Classic

Not So Easy (HOT 97 Freestyle) (feat. Ricky Conover)

Written By: Michael Conover, MATT SCOTT
Produced By: Ricky Conover

“Chickity, check bitch”

Bolt action 9130
Spike bayonet bloody an dirty
Insert stripper clip
Snipe a lackin bitch
Fishin’ for a lick world war kinda shit bitch

Camo cargo pants black
A1’s an a tan FN ya
Scar tissue my forearm bled
So Wrap it up cause an we strikin again
Come back kid
Shawn Michaels
Triple H-P
Motorcycle

100,000 motha fucken bitches wanna eat led
KD astounding
Select fire stalkin camp fires in the redwoods like a vampire
Hungry hippo drain life force

Darth Maul skill with a light sword
Criminal mind walk-in past yuh
Spending the days growing ganja in pastures yeah
Hanging ‘em off of the rafters
Bodies and weeds harvested so much

Cyclically ill jokin round like this comedy Murder an drugs supporting your economy Folding blue bills the bitches astonishing $1,000 heels slutty mentality

Dump a truck full of dead weight on the driveway with that fuckery
Pirate crew southbound empire

Cutlass always out the fucken sheath
Metal head ya gold chains I ain't never givin Y’all shit bitch suck a motha fucken dick an Flip lemme hit it from the back make it rip
Aye

Hellcats just toys German engineering
An a rolls Royce I scare ghosts in the night
Red dot vector 9 white make it bite

Sturdy aim suppressed drum mag beat on they chest through a cheap vest
Yuh my bars crash cars 808 thump hard you see stars hit the deck

Yuh
Wait till’ I come around, watch ‘em hit the deck 
Drop back, glock nine hit you with all this led
Alive but inside I really feel dead 

Used to be there for others, now there’s really nothing left 
Up and down emotions, really got you feelin’ all pressed 

If I want it, I get it, yeah true manifest 
I could flex, but I’d rather these bitches get undressed
Comeback kid 
Graveyard classic “feelin’ like Rich The Kid”
Leave you on read, onto the next “damn that boy slid”

Stay on the run, get off my grid 
Look at the things that I did 
Hit it from the back, make it rip
Hellcat supercharged wrapped in matte-black 
Keep my name in your mouth, I don’t really give a crap (what?)

Bigger fish to fry, with my A1’s on while I drive
You talk big online, really dawg it was all a lie

Y’all care about fame and fortune, more than your own pride
Rather have respect for myself than some wealth 

Told you I had something for your ass 
Now watch me go off like blast from the past 
Takin’ out the garbage, nobody wants to hear your trash 
The next Ricky Bobby “I like to go fast”

1,000 hoes just living for all this cash 
I’m Michael but this ain’t myers, I don’t need no mask (pussy)

Dropped another tape this year, really did the dash 
Three tapes, three hoes in my pool watch me make a fucking splash
“This is a Graveyard Classic”

Dead Or Alive 2 (feat. MATT SCOTT)

Written By: Michael Conover

Rolling up that sticky green Spark it up, like gasoline Filling up my soul with ease It's that feeling that I need  All my worries go up in smoke Floating higher, what a joke Ain't concerned with what they say This is how we choose to play  Smoking dope, pouring up You know we don't give no fucks Living life, feeling lit, this the life I choose to live Back to the old days, like some kids Music playing, lights are low Feeling good, let it go

Cassette in the deck, watch me get that pussy wet 
Super soaker while I choke her 
I can get real nasty, while I’m flirtin’ with disaster 
Twinkle, twinkle I’m the master 
I could be nice but I’m the bastard 
Call it what you want, watch me do it faster
 Drowning out the noise and hate We're just vibing, never too late Pass it round, pass it round Pass the good vibes around We don't care who's watching us We're just living with no fuss, watch ‘em bust

Smoking dope, pouring up You know we don't - 
Living life, feeling lit This is how we choose to live
Zip and a double cup
Couple hoes, more smoke 
Never drown, stay afloat 
Never down bad this the life I chose
Cheech and Chong up in smoke, what?

Cassette in the deck, watch me be a threat 
Super soaker while I choke her
I can get real nasty, while I’m flirtin’ with disaster
Twinkle, twinkle I’m the star 
You didn’t make it too far
Got you in a leg lock, call it Bret Hart
(What?)  Smoking dope, pouring up You know we don't give no fucks Living life, feeling lit This is how we choose to live
Zip and a double cup  Some may judge, they just hoes I just keep on gettin’ scores
Always puttin’ numbers on the boards
Yes

Panic Mode

Pour It Up, Light It Up (Prod. BLACK LIONS BEATZ)

Written By: Michael Conover

Feelin' numb, get my fix Fiending for that purple bliss
Got me leanin’ with that purple piss Fein with the codeine, it's my escape Got me in a different state   Fein with codeine, it's my vice Got me feeling oh so nice  I know it's wrong, damn it feels so right (right) Gonna keep chasing this high all night 

I know the risks, I've heard the warnings In this moment, it's alluring I'll deal with tomorrow when it comes For now, I'll just keep chasing this numb (ah)  Fein with the codeine, it's my vice  Got me feeling oh so nice  I know it's wrong, damn it feels so right Gonna keep chasing this high all night  Fein with the codeine, dangerous game For now, this is where I'll place the blame (slatt) One day I'll break free from this hold Bitch until then, I'll just keep chasing till’ my body goes cold (yuh)

I-I know I should be trying to quit But this high, I can't resist Ta-takes all my pain away
Drank hittin’ today, either way I’m gettin’ paid

Damn it's just a temporary thing 
Say my name 
Say my name 
It keeps talking to me 
Honestly who’s to blame? (yeah)
Talk the talk, are you finna walk that walk? (Walk)
Keep temping me, you’re gettin hit viciously (slatt)
Next you will be missin’ oh so suspiciously (ha)

Devil on the right (right)
Jesus on the left (left)
This been puttin’ my body to the test (test)
Rip, rip, ain’t no thing to me 
Jesus take the wheel, ain’t got time to fear (no)
Back solid more than ever, let me make that very clear 
Drank in my double cup, watch me I never shed a tear
 
Then I sit down, pour up, drank
Sit down, pour up, drank
Sit down, pour up, drank

Sizzurup (Prod. @error.mp3)

Written By: Michael Conover
Production By: Retnik Beats & Lavito Beats

Clock is ticking, but it's moving slow My thoughts are darker than the night, I know Every breath feels heavy, my heart is racing I can't escape this feeling, it's suffocating Try to shake it off, but it won't leave It's like a shadow, what always following me Death on my mind, I can't deny (na, na) It's a constant reminder, I can't hide
Wait, ah, ah 
Everywhere I go, it's always there Fear of losing everything, it's hard to bear I see it in the news, I hear it on the radio (what?)
I see it in the news, I hear it on the radio

It's a reminder that life is fragile, you never know (know) When it comes knocking on your door Take away everything you've ever lived for
Try to push it away, but it creeps back in The thought of losing everything, it's a sin Death on my mind, I can't deny It's a constant reminder, I can't hide

Yeah
Wait
Wait
Ah, ah 
I don't want to live in fear But it's hard when it's always near Try to find some peace of mind But for now, it’s death on my mind
Yeah 
SESH

Suffocating (Prod. Retnik Beats & Lavito Beats)

Written By: Michael Conover

“I got time today pussy”

Get on my level
Get on my level 

These mother fuckers still actin’ tough (bitch)
Sit back and watch me fuck your bitch in her gut 
Real dope boy with a couple truck nuts 
Treat ‘em like some hoes why cause they ass some sluts (slut)

Speak to me the wrong way, your ass gon’ get cut 
You been stuck in a rut, I been kept it clutch (clutch)
Think I’m talkin’ tough, really I don’t give a fuck (mother fucker)
Pop back boom let the .38 crunch

Get on my level
Get on my level
Bitch!

Keep it quiet 
Hush, hush lil’ punk (pussy)
Leave you in my body bag dead in the trunk (trunk)
You can try to speak to me, but watch your tone 'Cause one wrong move and your body is gone 

I don’t take shit from no one, that’s a fact 
I keep it classy while y’all actin’ whack (whack pussy)
Put your ass in place like a mother fucking thumbtack 
Pop you like a pimple, bitch I don’t really give a shit 
Cut your fucking face off, leave your body in the ditch 
Down here in hell, get your wig split (suck a dick)

You’ve been talkin’ big but can’t back it up 
Out here hustlin’ yes bitch stay stackin’ up (pussy)
What?

These mother fuckers still actin’ tough (bitch)
Sit back and watch me fuck your bitch in her gut 
Real dope boy with a couple truck nuts (ah)
Treat ‘em like some hoes why cause they ass some sluts (slut)

Speak to me the wrong way, your ass gon’ get cut 
You been stuck in a rut, I been kept it clutch (ah)
Think I’m talkin’ tough, really I don’t give a fuck (mother fucker)
Pop back boom let the .38 crunch

Get On My Level (Prod. Hocii808)

Hit ‘Em Wit The Rap

Written By: Michael Conover 


Hey Ottie

C3PO cock her throat back while I count this rack back on these train tracks figured this shit mapped out no time for me to back out.
Finna thrust finna make me bust watch this while I make you fuss rapped up like a mummy didn’t even cuss Imma need you and your trust.
C3PO cock her throat back can’t wait to smash watch her throw that ass back 

Hey Ottie your such a hottie
Hey Ottie I’m bout to pop a molly
Hey Ottie finna do a 360 olly 

Finna pop a molly got her feelin good she feelin like a dolly got her callin me daddy while she touching my body ladies see me instantly be trynna follow my soul been hollow This what happens when you believe in a legend like me stuck on her like glue this go brazy im trynna nuke L1 R1 if you ain’t Ottie im finna juke the fakes I ain’t hear em got em on mute. 

Your such a hottie
 I’m bout to pop a molly
 Finna do a 360 olly 
Hey Ottie!

Hey Ottie

Written By: Michael Conover

Chillin in the ride
Couple us boys chillin in the ride 
Rider sittin on the ground got your head bobbin side to side pick up the girls I’m bout to slide hit this blunt you about to fly I stay super fly jimmy snuka religion on me buddah. 

This one bagged sittin on 24s with a purr of a kitten rumbling from the 454 I know y’all been waiting for more suede on the seats system hittin from my beats my girl always wanna be around hell yeah she sweet and I know you seen it you was vibing from your last tweet shoulda been chillin with me out here doin meet and greets smokin on the finest green. 

Rollin with the rockstar you in that ugly boxcar we got guns to we we we couple little mobstars

Low Rider

Revonoc
 Michael Revonoc, American Rapper from Springfield Illinois. Unbelievable talent when you hear this guy, his genre of music was unfamiliar to people in that area. He was raised by a leader, he knew at a young age he had a great passion for music. His great grandparents were musicians along with his father, which gave him inspiration for music early. The story goes on and so forth, but at then end of his story there was a happy ending. He will concquer, he will prevail, he will succeed.


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