"ENDOTHERMIC."

Mixtape produced by Knowsku:
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrMuRTODcvcbLJaN-BE_3iA

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
If I ever say I love a hoe, that's the perc talking
If I ever get the addy, that's another body dropping
If you ever want some static, know that we got hella choppas
If I spin, you going up, you don't need no helicopter
Chop you with this 'chete, boy
Glick up in my boxers 'cause my pockets full of cheddar, boy
I ain't like these niggas, you can't put me in no metaphors 
Nigga said my name, hour later, we was at his door....
He got ran down
Like a cop, shoot em if he put a hand down
Paint her face cause her nigga, he a sad clown
Turn a nigga to a midget how he stand down...

[Verse 2]
First he soft and then he hard, call em rerock
>Must be off that shit if he think he gone chop this block...
I'll wear that nigga out just like some new socks
I'll put some hot shit in his soul like some crack rocks
Fuck nigga, I ain't with that back talking-
I got hella ears, have them niggas at cho crib stalking
Sneak some heat up in yo crib like it's yo new adopted..brother-
Y'all like children in this game, I'm yo new father
I can't pick em, uh, XD or Siggy,
Either one'll blow em like a ciggy,
Can't take no pictures with em, too much piggies, 
Cut the lights on, it smell like pennies

[Verse 3]
Real talk, Ion need no blick, I used to strangle niggas
I seen hella shit, but Ion ever share my pain with niggas
It was just me and my brothers, momma on that liquor 
Can't be seen witchu if I ain't seen you in no family pictures 
Like Terry Crews and Old Spice, I'mma one man band
Ambidextrous, I ain't got no right hand man
In the end...money still make the world spin
Get enough and you can make a nigga kill his friend
Aye...is you gone die....or win?-
Now it seem like errbody is a foe....and friend
That's why my heart feel like it's in...a fridge
But I keep it real, Ion never play....pretend

[Verse 4]
Off top, you a fucking op if you ain't with the gang
Heart throb, I'm a heart stop, leave yo shit hanging
Bread winners at this table, bitch, what the fuck you bringing 
Fake gangsta, this a gay orgy, errbody banging
If you talking 9...all my niggas slanging
If you talking A-Game, bitch, all my niggas bring it
Yeah, we like "The A-Team", you know T ain't never chainless
Hop out the van, mask up, get to banging
Grown ass man, might fuck around and do my taxes
But the government ain't getting nothing from them backends
Step up out the car, shoot a nigga, hop back in
Looking like a star, night sky finna blacken

BLACK SKY

Song Name: Wasted Remix
Song By: Jertaker & REZI (feat. Dylan Toole & Grenzy)
Song Produced By: REZI, EC City Productions, Flying Brick Boyz, Speedie Da Icon, DylanTooleMusic, Unison Evolution & Bridge Studios NY
Record Labels: Play Me Records, EC City Productions, DylanTooleMusic & Struggle Cartel
Parental Warning!! Explicit Lyrics and Language
Writers: Jertaker, Dylan Toole & Grenzy
Instrumental: Wasted Dysphoric Dubstep/EDM Remix By: REZI & Trippie Read Type By: FarhanKeys
Genre: Dubstep/EDM
Single Title: Wasted Remix - Single
Song Producers: REZI, Speedie Da Icon and Brennon Hall
Theme: Dysphoric

Wasted Dysphoric Edition - Single

Wasted Dysphoric Edition

Wasted Remix

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Everything that I write comes from the heart and mind and with the gift that has been given to me imma let shine and basically let it show.

COMING SOON ON MAY 15TH!!

Stars (2007 Lost Demo)

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