MY CORE GENRE IS NOT RAP BUT SUPPORTERS AND FRIENDS WANTED TO HEAR A RAP PROJECT 

ONCE AGAIN I DO NOT RAP

- caramel empanada
- 3 am in night city
- p.n.c.
- potential

3 am in night city

bout to play minecraft dungeons_6

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🎵 BPM: 140
🎹 KEY: F♯ minor

Inspired by the movie "Saw II" 2005
Listen to the whole EP seamlessly here: youtu.be/b70kbDY84ck

Young Nudy x LAZER DIM 700 x 21 Savage x Zukenee Sample Type Beat "Saw II"

Off the Jump

tyfl // no-fvce

4:44 got me thinking.

Don’t talk to me, I’m an asshole and I mask 
it as being bashful. I made a big mistake. 
I cut a lot of people off to do this shit this great and I 
think about it every single day. Why would I ever 
forget? Why would I lie and say there’s nothing I’ma ever 
regret? A lot of apology texts I haven’t written yet. 
You’d think I’d have no feelings with all this talk of the internet, 
but I can’t tell where the truth starts and the lyrics end. 
Like I’m supposed to just let this music fade in and 
laugh at it until I make it. Like I’m supposed to just keep 
pursuing performing and yearning for these stages, but what 
happens when I look into the crowd and see their faces? Is nothing 
sacred? People you’ve known for years and you just 
disappear like nothing’s different here. You don’t deserve 
to have those friends again. Just stay in this self-imposed 
solitary confinement until the bitter end. What happened to 
love? What happened to trust? What happened to 
us? Alcohol in the cuts. Marijuana 
my lungs, I should be coughing up blood. 
I need to pick it back up. By myself. 
‘Cause guaranteed I won’t find any help in all these 
strangers who won’t entertain the lies I tell. I’ll start over 
and do better from here on out and carry 
the weight of every word that leaves my mouth. I 
changed. Whether it’s for the better, I’ll know eventually. 
Sacrifice myself to the entropy and blame it on the 
cards. Like that’s just how it was meant to be. Seems like a shaky 
kinda strategy but I guess we’ll see. I never stopped 
loving anyone, I just stopped showing up. How’s that excuse 
holding up? Maybe I’m just not old enough. 
Maybe when I finally settle and my soul is crushed and 
I’m truly alone, then I’ll know what’s up.

homecoming [prod. by mr. master]

(LYRICS BELOW) time for some truths. suh dudes, while ago I tweeted saying I'm taking this music shit serious rn, and hell fuckin yeah I am. heres a new song. This one was produced by @siressence. 

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LYRICS
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All these people switching up on me like they are seasons,
And I am done being nice, yes I have my reasons.
Say one thing wrong, they charging you with treason,
If you’re about to come up, they stopping you from seizing -

Any ambitious ‘they-suspicious’ sort of climb,
Mad cos’ you got a facticiously vicious set of rhymes, yeah,
Wait for that auspitious start with capricious state of mind,
Deliciously illicit, are you ready for your time.

You building patience now awaiting till the moments right,
You’re killing agents of the masons till you see the light,
You can’t stop pacing there’s frustration, throats closing tight,
Your heart is racing not complacent yeah you need this life. 

And I know I could be the best, yeah,
Visions of grandeur I’m more than obsessed, I,
Am meant for great things, the angels attest, to,
All of things that I’ve done to impress you. 

And I keep on blockin’ it out, the clock keeps on ticking.
Yeah, I stay devout, improving my rhythm.
Mind can’t go without, the simple incisions,
Of words in my head, to all those who listen.

I went 0 to 1,000, three months, real quick, yeah.
1k to a million, is next man, real shit.
Real shit, and people really start to feel it -
And others really start to fear it.

This is no joke, no joke,
Can you see through that bowl smoke, that bowl smoke,
Best beleive that I won’t choke, won’t choke,
You all think that you are so woke, you ain’t woke. 

Cos’ I’m the monarch of these rhymes I got it all planned out,
Will be a hallmark of these times an icon the standout. 
Held in the hearts of all the people, no one person can doubt,
That Cloud Mac, will be paramount.

And I’m not done with burning bridges,
These other rappers is a bunch of bitches,
Faking substance in it for the riches,
Yeah matter fact, they on some sick shit,
Sadistic, cos these kids, they sit, and all just listen.

Like man, wheres your message at, yeah
Cool cat, just chewing fat.
Yeah your crew is fucking whack,

Every song the same, no creative in your brain,
Yeah your bars are fucking lame, I am calling out your name.

I’m the king of the hill, your reasons to kill are gone,
Keep chewing on pills, I’ll keep being real, a don,
I know how you feel, you spinning them wheels, all wrong,
My mind will reveal, all who appeal, the swans.

the swan w/ sir essence

H.U.D.S (prod.ezekey)

Groovy Tony (Prod. THRPY x LoJ)

Bout It

If you're unfortunate enough to meet a writer 
and you happen to be beautiful and kind, 
be prepared to have your beauty and your kindness 
hold the center of attention in his mind. 
And the thing about a writer's mind
is thoughts tend not to stay inside. 
They manifest themselves within his work. 
You'll get the biggest loudest song 
about your smallest little quirk 
if you're unfortunate enough to meet a writer.

All you have to do is meet. 
You don't have to fall in love. 
It's not up to you if you're the one he's thinking of. 
You're his source of inspiration
even after you say no 
if you're unfortunate enough to meet a writer.

Groovy Tony (Prod. THRPY x LoJ)

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