It’s like suicide boys and lil peep had a baby. Need to work on mic and vocals tho

Came through with that Drip Fader something deep

Strike

Make My Own Way ft. Balor (Prod. CRESCNTA)

This is about a older person who is loosing their swag but does  not realize it because they are feeling their self too much.

Drip Fader (Produced by Balance Cooper)

Mood

The Grandson

Sometimes I feel a little bit lonely
But sometimes 
Sometimes I just flirt with my gun and oddle it
See my rifle is my wiafu I call her my riafu
and she's cute as shit
right now I'm oddly mellow
But don't fuck with me
I'm outta my noodle kid
Luckily this body pillow loves cuddling a lunatic
Or I might do some shit
You know quit now
skip town on my 9-5
whip out my 9 or 5
drive around and
start removing wigs
if you look at me I think
I'm allowed some mass shooter shit
But relax it's all cap
I just like the hard stuff
These cats jealous of the way I spit
guns bars bruh
These cats wouldn't have two bars if
They was spelling the name
Barbara
Matter fact at the end of the day
I'm a
god of the genre
cause I'm not of THE
modest calm type
if you artist want smoke with bars then its on sight
I'm just a sick syllable fein
can bust six syllable schemes
I mean
Stuck was just six 16s about my literal peene
So what do you want from me?
More pervert bars
Well as for the Ladies?
In highschool I was praying to bed one
I wanted my Johnson wet
dumb I almost flunked sex-ed
I was playing ketchup
I didn't know what a condom meant
tube socks so hard no bend less cotton more hard cement
my socks might prop up a wide box chevette
and I'm not talking dry weight I'm talking wet
yeah I'm talking wet
those times were soucy yes
I mean with all the time I spent
I probably owe that
shower rent
but from the first day my mind conjured sex
nothing of high value has been on offer since
and I outta mention
my trousers end
in high waters
when I pop a tent that
towers men
every now and then
my dumb ass just wants to cause offense and proudly pen a rap with an obnoxious end cause
 
Chorus
 
The shit you smoke
It's reggie
The shit I smoke
It'll rip you out of your pants
weggie
But when I'm lit
don't test this fuse
I get tenses wanting hint at my incessant tendency
to malign, hit and leave lids stretched in two
you think I'm some suburban Stan?
Don't mess with Slues twenty two inch crescent wrench turn your head into a crescent moon
I'm just working man
my Lowes checks in two weeks
but fuck working man
my flows flexing I'm unique
fuck hurting I plan no question to use these
140 Van Gogh texts loose leafs
and my thoughts on change the situation
I spit like a distraught waitress
so all this talk about me not being hip-hop save it
because I'm not one of these cocky caucasions
talking about hip hop and how he gonna save it
it's not my job
I ain't your typical ofay kid
I'm a little McVeigh-ish
If you think I'm joking hold up with props you give me in songs
Cause I might do a show in Oklahoma City and bomb
Because I'm no superstar
Yeah I'm no superstar I'll never pack a super bowl I'll never be that famous
But I used to cop K2 from the gas station and pack stupid bowls
and I'd take a humongous rip
I used to get wavy with that spice like Columbus ship
Maybe it's why I'm dumb as shit

Bing Chilling!

Beat: Sebastian Stephan
Vocals: Sebastian Stephan
Mixing & Mastering: Sebastian Stephan

Yeah, I include some new horns in my beats to make some cool songs
Hope you hear the nuance in my new ones
I knew once who wants beef just like some lions on their gnu hunts
Canceled spitting to do
Battle rap due to the fact it's mostly doodoo
I used to do it too
But diss tracks are watering down like morning dew would do
Some say I speak black
But I picked up my diction over time, did nobody really teach that
I give credit where it's due
To every rapper in the booth that I ever listened to
Copying one style is selfish shit and rude 
But something new out of several is cool
That's how I was growing to be
You don't have to be Samoan to see
Time's better spent at the beach I want to spend some more in the sea
I met some girls, some hoeing to see
Some dough in their jeans
Not only do their clothes pull at the seams
They're ready to swallow the genes
Of a rich man, won't tell him to pull out it seems
 
Volume knob
Stuck at the top
Let them know, let them know you got love for Hip Hop
They though it was a phase but it's been proven to stay here
And after all this time there's still new music for your ear
Don't give up
If you're stuck
Get back up
And stay at it till things get better
We try to brighten up our lives 
As if the storms and clouds and the wind didn't matter

You're getting paid that's great
This is the day today
To get a date at eight
But if you ain't, chicks say they may but really, they will hate
Not many I feel who may relate
Don't think I'll marry, but I may real late
First I need more dough to take a girl out
In dire straits only large amounts can take a girl out
Some cook dope to push the work out
But they could get worked and murked if it don't work out
I did my work out
And stay summer fit
New music, here's some of it
Some love it
Count on it
Hear the sum of it rhyme spontaneously
The sound's so sick it'll make you smile and flinch simultaneously
Lines hot and unscalable 
While these lines run the same old course
Their definition's hidden in plain sight like the equator was
This song is satirical and still also lyrical
And yet unexpectedly cool like South South America
 
Volume knob
Stuck at the top
Let them know, let them know you got love for Hip Hop
They though it was a phase but it's been proven to stay here
And after all this time there's still new music for your ear
Don't give up
If you're stuck
Get back up
And stay at it till things get better
We try to brighten up our lives 
As if the storms and clouds and the wind didn't matter

As if the wind didn't matter
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Seebas on the track

Like It's My Last

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Half Timer

(lyrics)

Don't wanna keep doing the race like I'm Ace
but no One Piece

All those sights always seem to haunt me
I put it on my body like a tat'

Always brings me back like a tat'
Always brings me back

Now bring me back
Watch my feet, for the tacks, for the sneaky tactics

Hating is just in fashion
and you never bring the fads bitch

Follower faggot like it's Twitter,
X, swallower
acting like a bitter ex
when I won't send her a fucking text

But because of it my future's so hexed ((dawg))

My soul left, some soul theft ((dawg))
I mourned it, now there's not a soul left ((dawg))

Soul right up outta sight
So high up outta sight can hardly see the light

Devour a 'wood like a termite, I go through it
Heart's been truant, makes some hard ass music

You're outta wisdom like you toothless
You out of wisdom cuz you can't do it like I do it yo

Don't wanna keep doing the race like I'm Ace
but no One Piece

All those sights always seem to haunt me
I put it on my body like a tat'

Always brings me back like a tat'
Always brings me back

Now bring me back
Watch my feet for the tacks

[freestyle]
Felt the eclipse hit my soul
Now I hit the bowl 
I hit it real slow then I go to another fucking world
Where I see a bunch of demons in a fucking whirl
In the vortex, motherfucker
I took all these drugs to my cortex,
cerebral motherfucker
I haven't become so evil on my own
I did it all the same just to take away the pain
But now, I'm in so much pain
It ain't the same, it ain't the same
It ain't plain sight
Motherfucker I can't stay right
I can't stay right
Everything goes left when nothing's fucking left
Yo yo yo...

(( Don't wanna keep doing the race like I'm Ace
but no One Piece (yoyoyo yoyoyo...)

All those sights always seem to haunt me
I put it on my body like a tat'

Always brings me back like a tat'
Always brings me back

Now bring me back
Watch my feet, for the tacks, for the sneaky tactics

Hating is just in fashion
and you never bring the fads bitch

Follower faggot like it's Twitter,
X, swallower
acting like a bitter ex
when I won't send her )) a fucking text

ACE FACE (prod. O250)

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Artist Bio:

         Purpose was born as Jessie Deon Bradley within an area of Brooklyn called East New York and raised in Bedford-Stuyvesant. His parents had six children and he was the third oldest in line. Before the age of twelve , he started getting into all different kinds of music such as Rap, R&B, Rock, and Old School Hip Hip. By the age of twelve, he started out writing rhymes with a close friend named Lasheen and then decided to form duo developed the names Supreme L (Lasheen) and Mr Jiggy (Jessie).                              
         As time passed, Jools (Jessie’s younger brother) completed the rap group called Hot Pursuit. At this time, Mr Jiggy changed his name to Jay Spazzo and then Spazzo. This group wrote their first song which was never publicized called All We do. A year later, Hot Pursuit disbanded and G.M.N was formed. This group called G.M.N consisted of Supreme, J Hunta, Unxown, and Spazzo. Soon, G.M.N disbanded and every artist went their separate ways.
        In 2008, Spazzo had a daughter and moved to Concord, New Hampshire. While he was in New Hampshire, he met a guy name Eddie who got him back into music. Once he got back into music he changed his name to Purpo$e. The reason he chose to call himself Purpo$e is because he believes that he has a purpose within the music industry. In 2020, Purpose released his first project called Reality Check on SoundCloud, Spinrilla, Audiomack, and my mixtapez.

Drip Fader (Produced by Balance Cooper)

Officially Purpo$e

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