9+10 TYPE BEAT (JUDGEMENT DAY 9/10/21) [PROD. GTTC & TGX]

Vertical ascension gettin high, dont need no parachute, 
Its helpful for decent, to save my life, which I don't care to do,
Sometimes I be feeling like the sky, a nigga very blue,
But that don't mean that shits my only vibe,
Cuz trust I'll Bury you,
At first that shits a blessin, mind you it can bring a scary mood,
Makes me wanna tear in two,
Whoever tries to share the noose,
They hangin from,
So many niggas who be playin dumb,
Say the shit I spit just ain't enough, 
I ain't comparable, 
I'm way fuckin better and it's very true,
And easily perceived, when I do shit you'd never dare to do,
Barely noon, 

And I still gotta track to fucking lay out,
Bass pounds, 
Stay loud, 
And maybe you can make sounds, that repair the wounds,
Yall do what a parrot do, 

Or maybe what a monkey does,
Im Smokin on some funky stuff,
That's hittin like an uppercut,
So if a nigga want smoke we can run it up,
He still fuckin dizzy off a double cup,
I'll fuck em up,
Jump above, 

Imma catch a ride up on the nimbus quick,
After I just kicked the shit,
Out mfs liquor gets, the best, of
I'll go for a fly, in the sky, maybe rest some,
I'll be spittin rhymes, like my life still depends, but
Ion gotta try, I'm designed, to be next up,
I can write a hook, wit a vibe, and still catch dub,
I can hook it right in yo eye, or yo chest bruh,
If you ever try, to defy, you'll regret son
Messed up,
I feel like a spider, your right in my web stuck,
I said u would die, well I lied, I confess, yuh
I don't really like, startin fights, cuz unless
One nigga puts his life on the edge, 
To then silence his stress, yuh
Watch then as time soon forgets us,
Goin down, spirals, and then touch,
The ground wit my fuckin head, FUCK!
I think I might just be dead, stuck, 

Vertical ascension gettin high, dont need no parachute, 
Its helpful for decent, to save my life, which I don't care to do,
Sometimes I be feeling like the sky, a nigga very blue,
But that don't mean that shits my only vibe,
Cuz trust I'll Bury you,


Vertical ascension gettin high, dont need no parachute, 
Its helpful for decent, to save my life, which I don't care to do,
Sometimes I be feeling like the sky, a nigga very blue,
But that don't mean that shits my only vibe,
Cuz trust I'll bury you,
nigga trust I'll bury you
huh
yuh
ay
yuh...
Yo...

Barely Noon

Hot Times Basement Jam

Disjointed - MEATLOAF - 10 Gloom Ft. Phovea

Start A Fire (Remastered)

Prod by jvst x:https://soundcloud.com/datnigguhx/rwby

Otaku Life

The 40 Percussive Arts Society International Drum Rudiments consist of the traditional 26 rudiments along with a number of drum corps, orchestral, European, and contemporary drum rudiments.

This listing was an outgrowth of a five-year project compiled by the PAS International Drum Rudiment Committee, a highly select group of percussionists, organized and chaired by Jay Wanamaker.

It is the hope of the International Drum Rudiment Committee that this new listing of rudiments will create a new vocabulary of drum rudiments that will serve contemporary percussionists for many years to come.

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produced by Disjointed

Cover art by @Sin7ven

[LYRICS]
Call me what you will but Im coming for your neck
With a shotty and a feel
Sip bacardi from the back of the pickup
Think you body shit but my Actions is quicker
N-n-n-never will i l-l-litter
Dont you fuckin tell me that I’ll never fit the picture
Ayy, im a lover not a fighter
Ayy, brother come and get me higher
Ayy, we some fuckers in the wired
Ayy, hit me at the number listed in the video
If you’re too blind to find it, i’ll put the shit up on vimeo
I been reading comments people tellin me i suck
Go to hell or be eaten by a legion of the league of the chumps, 
it’s a bummer and a half, need hummer i can crash
Say my name 3 times and im coming for ya ass
Pray for the rappers when im on them, bondage
Just cause im little don’t mean i aint a problem
I play me some mean baseball
Just kidding I hate yall
Use a rapper’s dome as magic 8 ball
And his dreads as a towel for my sagging 8 balls
Im anemic im feeling it
It feels good like a genie is peeling it
Half man half madbadjadman
Half pretty half hadsaddadman
Half ugly in a really good way
I can feel it’s gonna be a fucking really good day
Call me a bitch, call me what you will but im coming for your mic
With a body made of eels, im a hunter with a knife
Sunning when I strike, feel something in your forehead
Use another easy rhyme and you’ll be turning orange
Thats what Im saying, this shit ain’t a joke
Spank you if you caught playing, kiss you if you dope
Piss on my hospitality
And get knocked on your ass, dont get mad at me
Oh man who’s those mans with coke cans in both hands
They so handsome you know man, it’s me with my clone man
We hold hands to slow dance and hope clone romance is 
Legalized before we both old mans

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