Odd Octubree Ft. Tyler, The Creator & Casey Veggies

MF DOOM - Rhymes Like Dimes (Sped up)

MAGIC MARKER PENCIL FLOW DELUXE (prod. informal education)

NO COMPETITION

Lemonade

Son of The Morning

(Prod.justxrolo)

Lyrics:

Send that boy to heaven’s gate

Yuh Yuh Ay

I send that
send that
send that
send that boy to heaven’s gate
got the beat bumpin so hard it’ll make the heavens shake
calling me pest control cuz they know I exterminate
high fashion, aint no returning rate
B on b, beat on beat violence, check the murder rate
Winning all these people and the college, guess there's no debate

Yuh yuh ay

got no more time to waste 
all these people on the coast, they got me hyphy
I’m just tryna fit the timing
watch me send that
Send that
Send that
send that boy to heaven’s gate
got the beat bumpin so hard it’ll make the heavens shake
calling me pest control cuz they know I exterminate
high fashion, aint no returning rate
B on b, beat on beat violence, check the murder rate
Winning all these people and the college, guess there's no debate

got no more time to waste 
all these people on the coast, they got me hyphy
I’m just tryna fit the timing
watch me send that boy to heaven's gate

I'm impractical, far from actual
Success, achieve the maximal
Putting all these 10s above my 1s, say i’m irrational
Every rapper leeching off my skin, so I just blastemal

Physically detachable like a horizontal-diagonal
An Invaluable visual whose existence can’t be natural
Collecting the capital with a career that can’t be taxable
I'm a tactful lyricist with a flow that's so adaptable

Funny how they call me truth; i’m hooked on phonics,
With a compulsive need to rhyme that borders on the neurotic

Know i’m known for spitting flames, like a draconic
With the thunder supersonic, success gon be astronomic

See my delivery can be weird, i’m like a comic
My vocabulary is dope like narcotics, that found ebonics 
I don’t do it for point to sound hypnotic
But I promise you on everything I love i’ll be iconic 

That's on gang

heaven’s gate
got the beat bumpin so hard it’ll make the heavens shake
calling me pest control cuz they know I exterminate
high fashion, aint no returning rate
B on b, beat on beat violence, check the murder rate
Winning all these people and the college, guess there's no debate

Yuh yuh ay

got no more time to waste 
all these people on the coast, they got me hyphy
I’m just tryna fit the timing
watch me send that
Send that
Send that
send that boy to heaven’s gate
got the beat bumpin so hard it’ll make the heavens shake
calling me pest control cuz they know I exterminate
high fashion, aint no returning rate
B on b, beat on beat violence, check the murder rate
Winning all these people and the college, guess there's no debate

got no more time to waste 
all these people on the coast, they got me hyphy
I’m just tryna fit the timing
watch me send that boy to heaven's gate

Misc - Heavens Gate [OUT ON ALL PLATS]

Misc - VIA MEDIA

Misc - Automata

Heavy with the force, my name is Obi-Wan
Owe me one
Get up off your feet, I’m tryna show some
Grievous, going toe to toe, looking like flashing lights

All it takes is a little skill for me to show 'em something slight
I’m coming out the grave from the beat, I’m trying to take a bite
Count Dracula or Dooku, blood be shining bright
Calling Yoda, training me in ways of how to fight
Got my lightsaber on my hip just like a Jedi Knight

I got my lightsaber in hand
I come from the sands of Tatooine, know I ain't making no friend
Then Uncle Ben came up to me and said he's changing up plans
Said I was meant for something more, he had me looking askance

Had to realize this was bigger than myself
Hopped onto my rocket ship, I had a little bit of help
The type of guy like Robin Hood, the type to take all wealth
Like Armstrong, helping my kind with every step

Blowing up the spot, just like Alderaan
Dressing to impress in my Saint Laurent
Hyperspeed in space, look how we’re gone
There’s no need to win the battle 'cause the war is won

Blowing up the spot, just like Alderaan
Dressing to impress in my Saint Laurent
Hyperspeed in space, look how we’re gone
There’s no need to win the battle 'cause the war is won

Heavy with the force, my name is Obi-Wan
Owe me one
Get up off your feet, I’m tryna show some
Grievous, going toe to toe, looking like flashing lights

All it takes is a little skill for me to show 'em something slight
I’m coming out the grave from the beat, I’m trying to take a bite
Count Dracula or Dooku, blood be shining bright
Calling Yoda, training me in ways of how to fight
Got my lightsaber on my hip just like a Jedi Knight

I’ve worn the AP for too long, like Wukong
Always been prone to do wrong

I’m ruthless
One-winged, like Toothless
This my introduction to the world, they be like, "Who’s this?"

The M-I-S-C, the MVP
The mean and green emcee
The Ebony Bruce Lee
And in the end you’ll see
You’ll never ever find another rapper better than me

Misc - Obi-Wan

[Waaffle]
iPhone cracked, but her aura still flawless
Black nail tips and a fit thats lawless

E-girl love, got a demon face
Black choker on, in my hoodie, lace

She talk sweet — i dont trust that tone
Got me queued up on her crunchyroll
So what? (So what?)
She bad news, but i love that smoke — ayy

Tongue out, pose with a peace sign flick
Bass hit hard like a tiktok kick
Lashes long like a loading screen
She ghost me twice, then hit my stream

Post her fit, then delete real quick
Mood swing wild like a Discord click
Eyes red, heart cold, cherry lip gloss
She say "I’m fine" — that’s a coin toss

She dont text back, but she live in my head
DMs dry, but she left me on read
Moodboard full of that grayscale pain
Vape hit sweet, got candy cane

Crop top fit and her walk got bass
She pop off quick, no time, no grace
Spotify sad, but the bassline hot
She cold as hell, but she in my thoughts

iPhone cracked, but her aura still flawless
Black nail tips and a fit thats lawless

E-girl love, got a demon face
Black choker on, in my hoodie, lace

So what? I aint never gave a damn
Got a girl, got a whip, got a full game plan
So what? You hatin from the stands
But hatin out here, doin’ donuts in a van
(So whaaaat?)

[Red Crooks]
I can't relax I gotta worry about these Punks
Gotta keep a gun keep that shit tucked 
Do not run up this is not no tiktok I'll make yo body rot whoever try to stir the pot 

Straight smoking gas I'm on cloud nine I'm making these cus
I know I'm finna shine Seeing my demons gave me chills to the spine 
Im chilling with my bro we've been drinking sum wine
I'm about to see my shorty she be looking mad fine
Me and her get drunk while our souls intertwined 

I'm gonna pop that dude like pepsi 
if he wanna test me fuck the cops they tried to arrest me
nah mess wit me it's R.I.P don't be a wannabe get smoked up 
like a tree should never messed with a g

[Waaffle]
iPhone cracked, but her aura still flawless
Black nail tips and a fit thats lawless

E-girl love, got a demon face
Black choker on, in my hoodie, lace
Yuh... Aye..  

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Misc - Automata

Misc ☦(@Only_Misc)