Sabotage (feat. Carolina Williams & TLAYUDA)

prod by ConradTokyo, EB, Isn't It Andrea?, Sam Bodie & TLAYUDA 

[Verse 1]
Somebody opened up the backdoor 
I thought you wanted me closer
Was trauma dumping, lacked a back bone
You checked my vibe, I still went over
I really did this back and forth
Now you looking at a new joke 
I had to change up my perspective  
I did too much, now I’m reflective 
(I was like this, you know?)

[Chorus: EB & Sam Bodie]
Gimme, gimme, gimme
I’m consuming way too much of your shame
(Shame, shame, shame, shame)
Now the time was ticking 
I’m projecting, I’m deserving the blame
(Blame, blame, blame, blame)
Running, running, running
I’m just doing way too much for escape
(Escape, escape, escape, escape)
Now you see me going
Took a train away like I was No-Face
(Face, face, face, face)

[Verse 2]
Young and impulsive, was what I was
Explanation done, and I lost, so shunned
Where do we go when we have no one
Go deep inside, and have some fun
It’s in my mind
I need some time
To change
God, pray
It’s in my mind
I need some time
But I’m gone fly
No giving up this time 

[Chorus: EB & Sam Bodie]
Gimme, gimme, gimme
I’m consuming way too much of your shame
(Shame, shame, shame, shame)
Now the time was ticking 
I’m projecting, I’m deserving the blame
(Blame, blame, blame, blame)
Running, running, running
I’m just doing way too much for escape
(Escape, escape, escape, escape)
Now you see me going
Took a train away like I was No-Face
(Face, face, face)

[Bridge]
I thank God I’m getting better 
But I pray I didn’t make it weird with us
I had to really get centered
And build your trust again, can we just discuss
I thank God I’m getting better 
But I pray I didn’t make it weird with us
I think pushed too much pressure 
But I want to see your face again, no fuss (haha)

[Verse 3]
I got a lotta unresolved baggage 
Made mistakes cause I stayed passive 
But now I’m really taking action
Forgiveness to my own damage 
I’m feeling clear in my own passage 
Kept the peace, ducking all the madness 
Thank God, got a new tactic 
Feeling heaven in the present, added new habits 
Had to fix vibrations
Group thought, people please, real jaded 
Vices like Vercetti, kept you pacing 
New stories in my head, we made it
Salem from the sky, see the changes 
Time was wasted, losing patience 
Stepping on the gas, new pavement
Tired of the waiting, new placement 



[Chorus: EB & Sam Bodie]
Gimme, gimme, gimme
I’m consuming way too much of your shame
(Shame, shame, shame, shame)
Now the time was ticking 
I’m projecting, I’m deserving the blame
(Blame, blame, blame, blame)
Running, running, running
I’m just doing way too much for escape
(Escape, escape, escape, escape)
Now you see me going
Took a train away like I was No-Face
(Face, face, face, face)
Gimme, gimme, gimme
I’m consuming way too much of your shame
(Shame, shame, shame, shame)
Now the time was ticking 
I’m projecting, I’m deserving the blame
(Blame, blame, blame, blame)
Running, running, running
I’m just doing way too much for escape
(Escape, escape, escape, escape)
Now you see me going
Took a train away like I was No-Face
(Face, face, face, face)

NO-FACE (feat. Isn't It Andrea? & Sam Bodie)

MY HEART + ODDWORLD

NIGHTLIGHT (REMAKE) [feat. Hector G & ZOUBIDA]

FEEL IT (REMAKE) [feat. BEAR HALEY]

SLIPPING (REMAKE) [feat. bandanabloom, Kevin Forest & Swxrd]

yo
it’s the modern day mansa musa
no cuffs like king kunta 
i need that marty byrd composure 
can’t be stuck computing
i’m like suge the way i run over rhymes
pushing wack capping back, reveal receding hairline, oh (that’s ruthless, man)
but all my enemies hanging by they own nooses 
and some my friends all acting like they sorta brutus 
i wear a bulletproof vest with a couple shooters
behind my back, some hos turn in bodies like they judas
now you dead weight
i gotta lose ya
‘cuz you slowing up my future pace 
all i did was want to help you through your silly ways 
but look at me overstepping like i ain’t yo’ ace
look at that, man, thought i lost some days
depressed as hell, man i couldn’t see the sun in face 
invalidation told me so, that i wouldn’t change
i won the fight, did a rhyme, made cash from pain

nobody will ever let you know 
(they won’t ever let you know!)
when you ask the reasons why
(i’m asking why)
they just tell you that you're on your own
(am i really alone?)
fill your head all full of lies
(why you lying to me baby?)
now i’m by myself on this usb mic
by myself on this usb mic
i’m a leader, boo, you better just get behind
i’m a leader, boo, you better just get behind
building empires off these funky rhymes
building empires off these funky rhymes
now whatcha doing if you hating
‘cuz you ain’t getting paper 
couldn’t say it to my face
you ain’t even worth a fade 

uh, i thank god for this new day
didn’t even have to use my ak
i’m feeling cool like ice, wait, o’shea 
gave me peace of mind, killing up my old traits
now my vision with precision 
i’m executing missions while you waiting for permission
my phone buzzing now, get in line for admission 
i love my women equally like it’s communism
i’m joking, keep your distance 
my energy protected with assistance
you waiting till my numbers get consistent
that’s when you acknowledge my existence
you couldn’t understand the grind
the days i was up in my mind
the pain that i put in my rhyme
the lame, false hope with the lies
now i’m putting time for me and mines

nobody will ever let you know 
(they won’t ever let you know!)
when you ask the reasons why
(i’m asking why)
they just tell you that you're on your own
(am i really alone?)
fill your head all full of lies, nigga
(why you lying to me baby?)
now i’m by myself on this usb mic
by myself on this usb mic
i’m a leader, boo, you better just get behind
i’m a leader, boo, you better just get behind
building empires off these funky rhymes
building empires off these funky rhymes
now whatcha doing if you hating
‘cuz you ain’t getting paper 
couldn’t say it to my face
you ain’t even worth a fade 
nobody will ever let you know 
(they won’t ever let you know!)
when you ask the reasons why
(i’m asking why)
they just tell you that you're on your own
(am i really alone?)
fill your head all full of lies
(why you lying to me baby?)
now i’m by myself on this usb mic
by myself on this usb mic
i’m a leader, boo, you better just get behind
i’m a leader, boo, you better just get behind
building empires off these funky rhymes
building empires off these funky rhymes
now whatcha doing if you hating
‘cuz you ain’t getting paper 
couldn’t say it to my face
you ain’t even worth the shade

usb mics.

Chopper, Blue

twunee :3

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on that Keith Flint

ru guilty by association in discriminalnation? (prod. veryquickfetus)

ANTI-FRAGILE~!!!

[Pre-Chorus]
You better watch out before you get your fucking wig split
Nigga, you don’t wanna fuck with me, that’s the business 
You better watch out before you get your fucking wig split
Nigga, you don’t wanna fuck with me, that’s the business 

[Chorus]
Fuck what you doing 
Fuck what you doing 
Fuck what you doing 
‘Cuz I’m here, nigga
Fuck whatchu doing 
Fuck whatchu doing 
Fuck whatchu doing 
‘Cuz I’m here, nigga 

[Segue]
Fuck niggas try to try me, what the fuck you doing 
Get the fuck away from me, Get the fuck away from me

[Verse 1: BiscyChrist]
Fuck what you doing, my niggas got the heat Need For Speed
We hot pursing, and fuck what you talking ‘bout, you lying in that music 
Could give a fuck if you off xans, you niggas off brand
Don’t even need my left, EB, I’ll use my off hand (I’m that nigga)
Gripping like a nigga in a golf stance 
And I’m firing like yo’ bossman 
In a heist town, no Boston 
Time to make my life stand then I look around like who can stop me
You got you cap on I’m capo, get zipped up like I’m Bucciarati (Sticky Fingers) 

[Verse 2: H]
I said get the fuck away from me, you getting too complacent
Life a L with no rotation, spark that bitch and face it
It’s okay to take vacations ain’t no need to  stick around
Saliva fuel the spaceship that get lost but never found
I’ve been patient with the hating but I’m ‘bout to fucking jar you
Split your wig like gars, I swear my verses like a harpoon
The steaks have not been higher maybe I can reach that far
I passed the plate, I passed the face of earth and hit the stars 

[Chorus]
Fuck what you doing 
Fuck what you doing 
Fuck what you doing 
‘Cuz I’m here, nigga
Fuck whatchu doing 
Fuck whatchu doing 
Fuck whatchu doing 
‘Cuz I’m here (Are you really though?)

[Verse 3: V.RI]
Tic tac toe, wanna hit that dome
Gotta get back home, when I check that hoe
Fee fye foe, for the pigs I toast
Imma kick down doors if a bitch talk, woah
See what I spun, walk like a freak
I got a ray gun, perk my machines and double tap
Bitch please tell me, are you done?
Keep in a rut, bitch I lived, passed what I want 
So now I‘m gonna test my luck, yeah 
Now I’m gonna test your tuck, yeah
Now I‘m gonna test my luck
Now I’m gonna test your tuck, test your
Come go let’s go, I might press hoes
I’m so lit when the gang go, uh
Manifesto for yo pay load, parliamentary take er, uh
Priminis-stay low, I wanna tax for the May gov 
Fire myself so I find myself
Then I mind myself, then I make it, uh
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Get the fuck away from me)

[Verse 4: EB]
Yeah, lil niggas getting raped by the industry 
And old crackers tried to Micheal Jackson pimp me
Dawg, whatcha want from me, a platinum piece
Just to please a cracker up in them studios
I don’t even know but just know this 
I’m more authentic than Cardi B slipping pills inside of niggas
Shouting “Okurt, Okurt” in the air 
To bring in Mr. Cosby for the, “Hey, hey, hey!”
Oh, nah nah nah, don’t want your ass up here

[Transition]
Get the fuck away from me
Yeah, yo, where’s Alex at?
I need that light skin nigga on this beat, yeah

[Verse 5: alxandah & EB]
Honestly, please don't talk to me
What do you want nigga, I don’t entertain the jockery
Circle jerking for applause of their product, see
I be seeing niggas moving so obviously
Moving for clout, building they brand
Forgot ‘bout the sound, fucked with the land
Scapegoat another nigga ‘til he dead
Then praise him after with another hashtag
I know it ain't new and I know this ain't news
But my peers and the youth been complacent
They don't speak or try and change the directive
Pick and squabble on some super selective
Shit ain't matter cause they got misdirected
By wiggas in suits tryna fill a directive
Damn shame, truth is, won't change
Ten decks, ten decks ain't shit change
Ten decks ain't shit change
Ten decks ain't shit change (Fuck niggas try to try me, what the fuck you doing)
Ten decks ain't shit change (Get the fuck away from me, Get the fuck away from me)

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F.W.U.D. (feat. Alxandah, BiscyChrist, H & V.RI)

[Intro]
Ayo, I am the only EB
The rest of y’all are imposters
Past, past

[Verse 1]
My little homies wanna talk all this and that 
Who’s thirst traps got you simps like crack from Regan ass
Damn nigga wanted them IG pics
Materialistic, nigga off some mid
Niggas putting they heads into a wrong path
Like putting they head into a ho gash 
If you get burnt, that’s on your own ass
I told you once but you wanna smash
Homie keep that same energy might as well put it to your reverie 
The dreams you wanted everyday 
But nigga you was cliche, cuz everyplace, you was capping
Stop the acting and start cracking 
Where your passion?
Left it in the trash and took no action
Pursued an office job, the midlife crisis caught you lacking 
Keep your actions in check, word is bond 
I’m not responsible
For the horrible living, you stay complacent
Man I ain’t patient, ain’t satisfied either
Not vibing with y’all, I’m on my own pathfinder 
Good motives crushed by niggas with no backbone
Pushing my load
I ain’t switching my code, for some bitch that keeps looking my zone
Like I snort coke, and smoke crack and puff wack K2
Just because I’m crass, loud, and askew
Stupid, I should leave it in the past 

[Verse 2: Jenna Ozo]
Just think about path, you must go
Don’t bother with these hoes, listen to me
No distractions, find your own path
Unwind your own mind, and mind your own past
At times you’ll find your mind in past
At times you’ll find your mind in past
At times you’ll find your mind in past
At times you’ll find your mind in past

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Emmanuel Buachie (born September 20, 2003), otherwise known as EB, is an American rapper, producer, and all around artist. He was born in Fairfax, VA, but started his career in Norfolk, Virginia and started producing tracks for others then hopped onto rapping later in 2017.

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