Vocals performed by Sey 
All tracks produced by MAHI
Additional vocals by Robby Rashu, Ryan Racks & J.Arrr

[Verse 1: Sey]
Nigga nigga
Who got the keys to my Bimma?
I’m tryna cop weed in the winter
I’m born sinner
My name not Jermaine
But I came in this game
On the come up
Sucka MCs in my town try and run up
One by one they all get stuck up
Stabbing everyone like a roadman in London
Kill you on the track like I had beats from London
Let’s get to The Root of this shit and Undun the beef
Like Unsung on TV
I’m hard to see
But those who know they know I’m one of the illest
Writers tried to kill him
But I’m like Penicillin to this wack shit
I really want the action
I really want the smoke
Niggas act funny but I don’t get the joke
If ya want Star Wars, I give ya New Hope
Niggas wanna runoff like I ain’t got the votes

{Hook: Sample]
StarTAC, when it's time to call back!
[Verse 2: Robby Ra'$hu]
(Aye, aye)
All black, from shoes to the ball cap
My soul map, lead you to the fountain where the gold at
I'm nice
Like a bag of chips and all that
Nickelodeon shoes pushing the fade back
Cutting like a barber, lit
Mama, explain that (Right)
On a higher plane where my energy stays at
The red dot on your head? Aimin' the flame at
Mobbin' through your block steady bumpin' that Care Pack
Aware that, I'm insane in the brain
Soul full of ether, mane
Swift like new goats
Heart full of power, gain
Sugar, what these rappers be
I'm here to shake up every chi
Wavy on the rise and the money fall like Autumn leaves
I don't follow rules
I grow and come up
I plan to charge the drip for every summer
I got the jewels
Sey drops the Packs
No cap
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ryan Racks]
(Yo, uh)
It's a killer on the loose
Henny, Grey Goose
Call it yin yang, just
Came in this thang, just
Came with ya dame, just
Came in ya dame
Refrain from my name
You don't want me goin loco
Desert Eagle .44
Put it to the logo of ya Polo like, 'Oh, no'
You don't wanna go toe to toe
Hit you ocho times
Then I go, "Money over bitches"
She can do the dishes
Got a Swedish bitch, pussy like Swedish Fishes (Ow!)
And she can dress her ass off
And you know that ass soft
Like the leather in my '87
Like it when I preach
Call me Ryan Reverend
Reverend Ryan Racks
I'm all about the racks, in fact
You gotta pay for that
What you do? Spit crack
Where you from? East side
Who you with, nigga? I'm with the illest alive (Uh!)
That's your wife? Call her my Seniorita
She takin' off my wife beater
It was nice to meet her
[Hook]

[Verse 4: Sey]
(Uh, yo, aye, uh, hold up)
In fact
Let me get the keys to my Bat Mobile
That’s how I feel when I’m behind the wheel
Look how I peel when I reel down road
Only got space for my real down bros
Got real down hoes
And you real down bad
Your rap career, yea, real damn sad
You ain't had bars like this before
Give 'em 64, when they want 16
Got Nintendo screen, but I play no games
It's a damn shame how they all turn lame
Yea, we know y’all name, but do you get the respect
Robby and Ryan and Racks we some of the best
Labels on the phone but we tell 'em fall back

[Hook]

Sey & MAHI - StarTAC (ft Robby Rashu & Ryan Racks)

Sey & MAHI - Grinding (Instrumental)

Sey & MAHI - Nice (Instrumental)

Sey & MAHI - Love Of My Life (Instrumental)

Sey & MAHI - No Place Like Home (Instrumental)

Sey & MAHI - Think Bout (Instrumental)

Sey & MAHI - Sanity (Instrumental)

Sey & MAHI - StarTAC (Instrumental)

Sey & MAHI - I'm Real (Instrumental)

Sey & MAHI - Chicken Soup (Instrumental)

Sey & MAHI - CP3 (Instrumental)

From the album 'Frame' available now via Future Sound

Co Production by Soirée

Memoirs

A Couple Throwaways Vol. 3

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Slowly (f. Blue November)

she said bow

All tracks produced by Noza. 
Additional vocals from Jeremiah Jae on '333' and Elijah Bank$y on 'Dead Nice'.

Lyrics :

[Verse 1]
Put that on my momma nig
Never had no scholarship
Pops held me down but my chips
Look skimp that's all I had to bargain with
If shorty ass fat handful when I fondle it
I fell deep in vagina lips
Never lost my mind in it
Feeling like the sun at the tip of the monolith
Same feeling when nirvana hit
Just know exactly who you talking with
Hope you willing to be martyr
For everything authored nigga
Same block you walk on
Leave you chalked on it
W/ these words that I'm sparking with
Oh I meant rhyming with
I be eyeing shit, how niggas be on they lying tip
Not knowing you put fire to the tip of the match
Eat shorty like she breakfast lunch dinner & snacks
I be doing allat, ya be tryna get shoe in
Everything I be spewing, got your face all ewwing I got it down pat
Wahtchu think bout that 

[Hook]

I ain't like these rap niggas
I'm dead nice 
I ain't like these rap niggas
Im dead nice
I ain't like these rap niggas 
I'm dead nice 
I ain't like these rap niggas
I'm dead nice 

[Verse 2]

Lately I been hoping you all hit your big toe
Or you go how the wind blow
Hope you hating niggas feel it in your ribs doe
Like punches from klitchko
Or that soul food, nigga speaking so rude
Like caM in 02, oh boy we told you
Pokerface fold you 
I ain't gon hold you
Boy boy these niggas talking till they blue in the face
I ain't talking till my hunnits blue in the face
How about you say what you do
And do what you say
And sweet talking leave yo teeth in decay
And shawty shaking that bootay
Tryna confuse meh
Well I already got one, either way ya will not get a cent
Most y'all played me when I had pockets filled with lint
Now my pops is in a benz
He got it working hard
And I'm tryna be like him
What's popping with you friend
Whether I'm popular I got it popping
Like knees when they bend
And ain't stretch right working eerry night
Gotta keep my head right
Gotta keep my bread right
If I say it once it don't gotta be said twice
I'm dead nice

Dead Nice (feat. Elijah Bank$y)

All tracks produced by Noza. 
Additional vocals from Jeremiah Jae on '333' and Elijah Bank$y on 'Dead Nice'.

Here And Now

All tracks produced by Noza. 
Additional vocals from Jeremiah Jae on '333' and Elijah Bank$y on 'Dead Nice'.

Lyrics : 

[Verse 1]

First off, all glory to Maharishi 
Then I proceed to blow and dodge the precinct
Not a scripture we whisper though we profit seeking
The allure of an improper being
We just trying to see the shores of a tropic region
For a taste we keep the doctor's eating
Fuck the foreign places
Got us boxed and fleecing
The morning gazes with an awkward greeting
Don't hate your enemy it clouds your judgement
The smell of greed when I'm around is pungent
Walk a mile among the quiet rumbling
Often vile if I supply the substance

[Verse 2 ]
I wake up and then I whisper a mantra
I'm trying to slip away but I got visions to conquer
Tentative monster
Belly of the beast with a slick motive
Script holdin' but I spit the lines with a fixed notion
Lot of dudes fill their lexicon with the 'grip holding'
Project blues got em jotting tunes with the fifth loaded
I'm misfocused
No allusion to piff toting except when it gets to thick for my sober mind to sit, blow it
This ain't for him, A
Dwelling where the grim stay
Felon when the pen stray
Pray I never see a pen state
Comprende, I'm just trying to stay afloat until the end day
Til they run the credits cause of the gun fetish
I feel a weird sense of bliss when the son trepid
It's the abyss of a young menace

Ribs, Rice & Champagne

All tracks produced by Noza. 
Additional vocals from Jeremiah Jae on '333' and Elijah Bank$y on 'Dead Nice'.

Lyrics :

This the onslaught, throw you on the chopping Block 
It’s non stop shots when the block is hot 
Coppers talk a lot get ya door locked 
Copper with the crystal hold the castle rock 
Open to ocean side make ya jaw drop 
Drone shot on the yacht, u in the blind spot 
Mind on crops, this shit’ll make you cough a lot 
Hold the rock till I’m fossilized, open the coffin wide 

Yea it’s alive and well, they say it’s ill 
So sick he gotta sign a will 
Leave it for the fam You know the heart is steel 
Do it for the land. Burn the candle 
seal 
All these letters in the can 
Hope they reach you 
Before we outta sand 
Things get outta hand 
We dropped a lot of gems 
Or just hold em in 
Yea know Play safe, but on ya next break 
Just think again 

This the onslaught, throw you on the chopping Block 
It’s non stop shots when the block is hot 
Coppers talk a lot get ya door locked 
Copper with the crystal hold the castle rock 
Open to ocean side make ya jaw drop 
Drone shot on the yacht, u in the blind spot 
Mind on crops, this shit’ll make you cough a lot 
Hold the rock till I’m fossilized, open the coffin wide 

Open world living in an open box 
Drop tops open watch em topple off 
Peep we playing chess, I'll knock you off the board 
They novice to the steps, a couple knotches off, you acting hard 
Rocks be in the pockets, of them toddlers tell knock it off 
Cops in helicopters, and the squat be knocking on the door 
Blocks be hella hopping huh? Stocking with chopper for 
Never really hit ya target, stray shots for everyone 
Spray glocks until the sun rises, 
Wit no remorse 
Pray to god we climb into the promise 
See the spirit watches 
Serpent biting at ya apple 
Adam asking eve what happened 
We coulda been in the garden laughing 
But Once the sin on ya lips 
Then You covered in the stench 
That's why the kush be my odor 
Holy water on the fingers 
See the smoke linger 
Body snatchers after my features 
Stunt doubles really doing ya work 
Im Diving feet first 
Deep sea, im doing research 
So much life to see 
Gated communities 
My niggas got the keys 

JJ

MAHI

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