Name: The Show Must Go On by Triple 3
Duration: 4 min 2 s
Description: The followup album to All or Nothing, in which Triple 3 has to survive the Night of a Lifetime.

CBW  That brother floating remix

CYHM 你能聽到我嗎

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Prod. By: Natsu Fuji - https://soundcloud.com/natsu-fuji

Bowsette In My Browser (prod. by Natsu Fuji)

The followup album to All or Nothing, in which Triple 3 has to survive the Night of a Lifetime.

The Show Must Go On

Catching Pokémon with Coronavirus (ft. Mir Blackwell) Prod Homemade Productions

Lyrics:

You disappeared for years
Not even years or decades
Try some centuries, without a note in your name

And yet you come back now
In your own baggy pants
You dare to come at us
While still some sycophant 

You wanna change our ways
You get to be on top
Looks like that nothing’s changed
You’re still cool and we’re not

But that’s not what i mean

Then what should we gleam
From all the harsh critiques
Don’t act like we don’t see



You left the team behind
And you never looked back
How cute that now you find
That we’re worth it to track

There are no open arms
Your loyalty you lack
Get out our face now

There’s no room for you
There’s no room for you

There’s no room for you
Get lost

We could let you in but
At what cost

We Won’t live our hands crossed
You aren’t our boss
Anymore

No Room For You (Shitiverse Version)

EV Kiyoshi:
https://twitter.com/EvKiyoshi
https://soundcloud.com/nutty-noiiz

Triple 3:
https://twitter.com/MLTriple_3
https://soundcloud.com/MLTriple_3

Rennysix:
https://twitter.com/Rennysix
https://www.twitch.tv/rennysix

BlackLynk:
https://www.youtube.com/c/blacklynk
https://twitter.com/blacklynkxkovu

EV Kiyoshi x Triple 3 x Rennysix x Blacklynk - In the LAB #1

https://youtu.be/nWUhxekcM-o

44 Cats RAP | "44 Gatti" | BLACKLYNK [Furry Nerdcore Rap]

https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/blacklynk/44-gatti

[LYRICS]

Meatball with the whip, drive a tank
Light up that Gas, hella stank
Cosmo Kush, up in space
I'm Brutus today, on my chase
I keep me a GILF, my estate
She call me Boss, feeling great
She put them Noods on my plate
Tell me dig in, say my grace
Stay with the sauce and that's just the facts
Pink on my fur, I don't trust the cap
You must be joking when trying to provoke me
That pussy make band, like a Buffycat
Stay with the sauce and that's just the facts
Pink on my fur, I don't trust the cap
You must be joking when trying to provoke me
That pussy make band, like a Buffycat

Huh, yet again
Way I reinvent the sauce, think I'm Edison
Feel like I'm Olympio, point em out, better than
Winston coming for yo spot, don't settle in
I got my claws on them pesos
Look like Snoogie, how I lay low
Black and white diamonds, I'm shining
Talk down, you'll get masterful hands, bitch I'm Cato
Nose down, working; ignore em on purpose
So Neko be blessing my payroll
Sicker than Lampo when dancing with lightning
The flow is too cold, should've stayed home
Need a Piperita booty in my face
Blister built bitches, too common, too skinny
Yea I'm a pig, want a little bit of head
Want a little bit of waist, like the flower on Ginny
F A C T S


Meatball with the whip, drive a tank
Light up that Gas, hella stank
Cosmo Kush, up in space 
I'm Brutus today, on my chase
I keep me a GILF, my estate
She call me Boss, feeling great
She put them Noods on my platwe
Tell me dig in, say my grace
Stay with the sauce and that's just the facts
Pink on my fur, I don't trust the cap
You must be joking when trying to provoke me
That pussy make band, like a Buffycat
Stay with the sauce and that's just the facts
Pink on my fur, I don't trust the cap
You must be joking when trying to provoke me
That pussy make band, like a Buffycat

AYE
.44 Gatti out the case
If I start to feel them hunger pangs
Gaby, cannons aiming in ya face
Ammunition never go astray
Why I perpetuate hate?
Choc it up to some Milky mfs
Acting Corney; farming likes on an internet page. YUH
Look at me flying that whip, hit rotation like
Acobat, Astricat, I'm in a spaceship
If it get grizzly, I'll go Dr Fisby 
I'll get you checked off and I never had patients
Goons gone be rolling in, back to back, looking like
Cats in Black, I don't know how you gone make it
Before you hit enter, remember we don't need
Electric whiskers just to find yo location


Meatball with the whip, drive a tank
Light up that Gas, hella stank
Cosmo Kush, up in space 
I'm Brutus today, on my chase
I keep me a GILF, my estate
She call me Boss, feeling great
She put them Noods on my plate
Tell me dig in, say my grace
Stay with the sauce and that's just the facts
Pink on my fur, I don't trust the cap
You must be joking when trying to provoke me
That pussy make band, like a Buffycat
Stay with the sauce and that's just the facts
Pink on my fur, I don't trust the cap
You must be joking when trying to provoke me
That pussy make band, like a Buffycat

44 Gatti [Prod BlackLynk]

Watch the Video on YouTube:
https://youtu.be/xpiXDYb5RV4


Spotify PreSave:
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Lyrics:
BlackLynk crash landed in this bitch What the fuck is up?
Isopropyl 70%, how I'm in the cut
Ain't nobody give me hand outs when that shit was rough 
Said I'll only make it in my dreams, I don't slumber 'nuff
All we do is smoke/fuck, beat it up with uppercuts
Roll another blunt, back to booty, then I up a Dutch
All you play is tough, if you smart, you better zip it shut 
Goons gone ding ding dong up at yo crib, you gone think Gunther touched
Have the gun go Tra-la-la~ Keep a stick like Gagaga
Gotta get it in, get it done, edit 'em, Minikon, murder shit, Nagisa
These niggas be BIG hurtin, but in real person, they be kumbaya
Now you ain't gotta saw that I'm Ra, but I'm raising the sun like Mufasa
Black Kokiri ain't no fuckin bluff. Blow like blunderbuss
Game is scary, you'll get eaten first, Peanutbutter Cup
They ain't never wanna share the food, now they pockets got a tummy tuck
Kokiri Gang, Real King Shit, you just wonder what

Off into the deep I go
Gray sky Falling down
Falling down, falling down yeah
Obstacles in my road, yeah
Can I do it on my own?
Cause its been real bad
Real bad, down bad yeah
Talking to a microphone
Keep it a vibe with me
I can't do this on my own
Keep it a vibe, when we speak eye to eye
Knowing brotherhood can't be dethroned

Imma keep it two 50s, ain't no more time sitting
Whole team on the up, for the ride, we giddy
Stream little but I got MAD access to bitties
She wanna be a wife, she on read, like Twilly
Got backwoods smoke in my lungs, I'm spinnin
Chick want a black nigga with a tongue, no Venom
Y'all hate, all day, saute instrumentals 
I ain't gotta do shit, straight heat, like sinning
Yeah, tell me how the past me livin
Was straight despicable 'fore I Gru out of the view like Minions
And you don't need no eyewitness
I spent 10 years on the Tube, crying out for attention
The underground be on that shit
Industry be on them tricks
So, fuck a fake friend, shake hands?
You gone need two minimum to hold my dick
PATHETIC

Off into the deep I go
Gray sky Falling down
Falling down, falling down yeah
Obstacles in my road, yeah
Can I do it on my own?
Cause its been real bad
Real bad, down bad yeah
Talking to a microphone
Keep it a vibe with me
I can't do this on my own
Keep it a vibe, when we speak eye to eye
Knowing brotherhood can't be dethroned

kEEP IT A VIBE WITH ME

#GetMorePlays

Dr Flowbotnik (Prod BlackLynk)

https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/blacklynk/your-stoopad

We both know, if I'm broke 
You'll never pick up your phone
You're stupid, just go home
Who's mans is this? I don't know

They be tryna son me
They ain't even make it to the Moon yet
OOOYEAH
Weirdo nigga winnin, they like who dat?
My biography, they have to list the date of two deaths
This time, the stars align
You remember when they preyed on my misfortune?
I do, I do

We both know, if I'm broke 
You'll never pick up your phone
You're stupid, just go home
who's mans is this? I don't know
We both know, if I'm broke 
You'll never pick up your phone
Ol dumb bitch, just go home
Who's mans is this? No one knows

#getmoreplays

your stoopad (Prod BlackLynk)

Born and raised in Savannah, GA, this artist grew up with an uncanny ability to rhyme for his age. Eventually he picked up an instrument and learned to compose music, and so Triple 3 was born. Artist by ability, lyricist by nature.

The Show Must Go On

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