Lyrics Written and Performed by: lb.

Lyrics:
I hope to stand and stare
A midst my very last breath
In anticipation for the great unknown
Call it Odd... or Call it God... 
in the end it’s all we really ever had
And I know, I know... oh, the cliches of a man belting light into the dark
But, it’s really all I’ve come to hold onto
Tighter and tighter the deeper I dig this God Damn’d hole I’m in
As I look up!
I see what can be a way out
So, I scream and I shout
And I scream and I shout
With no room for doubt in my lungs
That there will be reprieve
Their will we believe
And thru them I see
A way out...
To greener pastures
Children’s laughter
The Pitter Patter
Of All the finer things
Truth Truly Brings
...
Now go lay down and Rest your head
All them thoughts must be exhausting
Prolly cry when I be thinking bout’ the lost things
Can’t have my daughter think about me as a mood swing
Shoulda died just to hear the church sing
One more time for’ I go
Papa why, I don’t know 
...
Ask me later when I’ve cleared my head for blow
Ask me later why you always have to grow
Stagnant statues or what have you 
Are really good for lookin... or bird shitting
Heard quitting was an option
But, I’m too scared to call it
For’ I see my seeds blossom
Water daily, love often
Ground’ll soften when evening rain
All the power that I gain with your love in my veins
Know I bleed from the pain that we share to this day
Don’t let it break you
Shake you
Keep you down
I’m just lucky that my father stuck around
It was far from perfect, but it seems as if it served a purpose
Showed what work is on the inner soul

Two halves make a whole
Two wrongs make an even worse
Go to Church
Pray for good or worse
Two halves make a whole
Two wrongs make an even worse
Go to Church
Pray for good or worse



When it feel
When it feel
A bit too real
When it feel
When it feel
A bit too real

Run away, take cover, keep your eyes closed

Track Produced by: cold beach

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latejanuary (prod. cold beach)

MUSIC PRODUCTION: Eyezeck
LYRICS:
Baby, you gon’ get them tears on this Louis Bag
Ain’t no use to let them fears that you knew she had
Baggage, so much baggage
Got Two Baby Daddy’s at 21, Savage
Ain’t it average
Livin like a bad bitch
Shop until she dropEvery time she file taxes
He believe you when you say he be your only man
It’s ironic cuz he met you on your Onlyfans
Baggage, so much baggage
Got a lot a problems like She 21 Savage
(x2)
Havoc
Wreak a lot a havoc
Dancing for a dollar
100,000 in the mattress

- lb. (2023)

BAGGAGE

MUSIC PRODUCTION: DIRTY ARCHER

LYRICS: lb. 

COMPOSITION: DIRTY ARCHER & lb. 

RECORDED, MIXED, & MASTERED: Intellect

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FREE PAISA feat. Intellect

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FREE STIXX SAMPSON

FREE CURTIS CRACK

INTROTUTIONALIZED

Music Production: Dirty Archer

Verse 1: Dirty Archer
all this money, 
all this weed,
 all these pills.. 
all these opps,
 all these cops, 
Henry Hill.. 
all these hoes, all these woes center field.. all these bumps and bruises stupid I done been around and the block and back so many times you'd think it was a race
 all insecure but I ain't worried bout your butterface.. 
goofy better mind you business wouldn't bust a grape
Wilding on the internet in person ain't got much to say, "pss" barely keeping company it's misery to be around these clowns, I'm thinking major and they little league, introverted nah I just ain't fucking the trickery
black magic rapid I can't let these witches get to me.. cut off all the deadweight but it was bittersweet.. 
riding dolo in the Cadi smoking Cali look like Maui when I'm coming through
the slum is rowdy, Roddy Piper.. heard they shot em up outside of Hungry Howies, what a finale death valley 459, with the 9mm, yo ima call you back in a nick a time
no more nickel and diming you better give me mine or you gone need a shaman.. less you got perfect timing .. less you got perfect timing.. perfect timing

24/7

Verse 2: lb.
Think Greater, told Mami have to Link Later
…
blast a hater out the back of Lincoln Navigator
Lawyer be the Great debater
Left em’ wit a hate to savor
Hate the flavor 
Banana Now & Later Gators
…Who the fuck is you
Pot lock wit'  cold stew
Hitchyawitchya crew
Make ya Mom’s sing the blues, listen…
…
Ain’t nobody comparable or choppable
Ain’t nobody stopping us
No, Ain’t nobody stopping this
You See, energy in motion have no destination
A lil blood, sweat, and tears for initiation
Wonder as I wander thru Bohemian Grove
Now they blowing up my phone off the heat off the stove, listen
…
This rap shits a knot
Soon as you get hot they be scheming you a Opp, listen
They Circling the block
And they won't ever stop
Till’ it jamz or it lox, listen…
You Hear Me? 
MARK-ASS MFCKR!

Don't get lost on your way home... catch you slippin off the metronome... shabat shalom.
(x2)
(2023)

Dirty Archer & lb. - "Bray Wyatt"

Music Production: YoRedWhoDis?

Lyrics:

You talked it up
I held it down
Such is life
Learnt a lesson
I done lost a couple brothers towards the end of their depression
I done tossed a couple dollars for the lack of healthy flexing
Prolly got a couple warrants
But, my lawyers paid for stressin
Listen…
You can’t match the proof
Firebomb the fuckin roof
Every word is Gold
Like I’m spitting up my Tio’s toof
Blodders full of herbal goop
Higher than my Uncle Snoop
You support your habits while I stay supportin all my troops
Guns, Drugs, and Loot
What else is a thug to do? 
Go ahead and Pass the toolie
both know you ain’t the type who shoot
On that 22 & 2
Member, where the fuck was you? 
Prolly with the feds making statements back at HQ
Couldn’t catch my breath when I finally read that paperwork
Weighed the work
(REDACTED)wore a wire underneath his shirt
Damn, that had to hurt
Knew this foo way before the werk 
Now he on a shirt
Under six feet a dirt
LISTEN
 
- lb. (2024)

“K.A.R” (prod. YoRedWhoDis?)

Music Production: Erra

Lyrics: lb. (2022)

LIKEADIAMONDINANICESTORM (prod. Erra)

Lyrics: Boldy James

Production: lb. & Dirty Archer

Boldy James - “Giant Slide” (FLiP)

MUSIC PRODUCTION: Dirty Archer

Lyrics:

Panda’s Poppin On the MP
lb.’s Getting down
Combination make ya nose bleed
I got hard, soft, Fetty, dust, cranks and weed
So, get ya money UP and tell me Whatchuneed 
I ain’t coming with no half ass apologies 
I just contemplate and smoke my trees
Stroke my Queen….
The typa shit you know I mean
Out in Queens Sippin Coffee with the extra C.R.E.A.M
FuqqUMean? 
…
This shit is harder than some free base
Typa ish that make you feel like you gon’ breach space
I think I need space
Like a Cheap Date
I’m Waiting on the paq… it’s a week late
I was Smoking on Cracks like a cheapskate 
I only smoked half for the keepsake
Heavy Mathematics Tend to Equate 
The shit don’t add up like a deepfake
You always in a rush, brother plz wait…
Before they chop you up like a chzsteak

So, who the fuck is… who? Who? Who? 
So, who the fuck is you? 
(X3) 

Cappin M’FCKRS gon be leading off assumptions
Never trust a person that’s just in it for consumption 
Ain’t that sumthin? 
You won’t see me at no functions
I’m prolly bagging up
Have the trap steady jumpin
…
Let’s see some profit in pockets
If you ain’t coppin; just stop it
Ain’t got no time for why your vibe is simply toxic
…
You gettin shorted like a Hobbit
Base is louder than the vape inside my shirt pocket
Wishing you’d get off it…
… “A High Horse always reaps low profit”
…
So, get up out cha pity-pat
I witchya BabyMama suckin titty rubbin kitty kat 
So, who the fuck is who? Actin Brand New… TRUE
Villa wit a view…
Got a Chicken from Peru, listen…
…
I ain’t even gotta shoot
…
Got a youngin that’ll do it for a gram of boot


So, who the fuck is… who? Who? Who? 
So, who the fuck is you? 
(X3) 

- lb. (2024)

OSCAR ROCK

Lyrics: 

I said; “you can scrape what’s left in the pot”
Right hand on the Glock
And best believe I keep it lock’d n’ always ready to pop
All these memories is casualties that’s left on the block
The Only problem is I feel like there’s no option to stop
This Crab done fought to the top
I just flip what they flop
Trynna stack a lil change
N’ Buy my daughter some crocs
Man, Is you kidding me? 
Chopper have em spinning back to 63’
It sounded like that Fat Lady Singing for the first time…
Fuck a rhyme
Flip a dime
Duckin One Time
Peace to all my soldiers that be fighting on that front line
Either side, win or lose
Know it’s pick n’ choose
Often it’s the News clockin’ views… we ain’t talking Jews
…
I ain’t one to wait… and we ain’t talking weight
Until the fear of God make you sniff what’s off that dinner plate
…
Just to set the pace n’
Had to Get ur heart 2 racin’
Knew you had the heart
But, never thought that you would have the patience
You hear me?

I said; 
I Knew he had the heart
But, never thought that you could keep the pace n’ Complicated… 

The way you moving is all talk
…
I ain’t one to bank on kissing asses with small talk
…
It’s Crooked Smiles under Brown Noses
The thorn bleeds while the rose poses
Can’t be offered, but a few chose it
If you open up a door it’s up to you to close it
Men Chosen, Ten Toes In 
…
I’ll just stay creeping thru the window…
Cuz the Only way I sleep is with about an oz. of indo … and I really hate to dream and not as often as it seems I seem to wake up every morning dreaming she was next to me…
…
Life ain’t awful as it seems?
But, people tend to leave soon as my heart becomes the sleeve
I’m really sick and tired being sick with no reprieve
So, I’ll autumn as the leaves 
Down I’ve fallen from disease
Could it be? 
…
Like, I’m gon’ with the breeze
So, go on… be at ease
Life ain’t always what it seems
let it be… 
…
Plz God, Set us Free
…
Said, Plz God, Set me Free

- lb. (2024)

SET ME FREEstyle.wav

MUSIC PRODUCTION: 10.4 ROG

LYRICS: lb. 

(2021)

Bossilini (prod. 10.4 ROG)

Unmixed, Unmastered

Music Production: Bop Phrases

Lyrics: lb. 

(2024)

YERKS (prod. Bop Phrases)

Lyrics: 

Ok, we outside…
The Temp Set to High
And We finna set the vibe
So, just come thru n’ slide
Ok, we OUTSIDE…
(X4)
That shit just Killed My High
Not to be that type of guy 
But, your weed is like some snicklefritz
I be smoking on some shit that smell like a pickle’s piss
I be poking on a bitch that look like Mrs. Rich
Heavy handed, I can’t handle the small talk
Bull In China Shop, the Way you moving is Mall Cop
Ya’ll a Bunchya Paul Blart ass suckas
You the type I punch and fall apart and ass suckas 
… it’s best you move with the small-fries…
I need a Big Shake, extra crispy with all thighs
So, who the fuck is you? … the fall-guy
I Bet it ain’t me… I been shucking since ya’ll jive
Shit… I been ducking them Jake’s
Bucking them snakes
Fucking skanks been sucking by Jank
Only way up out the mud is if you move up your rank… 
Don’t you ask about the blood that’s spilled for you to make ya bank
Fill up ya tank
Sit back and think…
… When’s the last time you stopped and gave thanks
Ok, we outside…
The Temp Set to High
And We finna set a vibe
So, just come thru n’ slide
Ok, we OUTSIDE…
(X4)

- lb. 

(2024)

We Outside (prod. Dirty Archer)

Music Production: WHEREARETOMY BEATS

Lyrics: 

…
Got a six shooter and a whore named Tracy
With a couple friends that’ll make you go crazy
Smoked up all my product got me feeling kinda Racey
Better get to stepping for I show you what that pace beeeeee
Let that K SPEAK
All the way down 8f Street
…
Cold Blooded like it’s coming out the AC
…
Let that K speak
Cheddar let that spray heat
Everybody’s dancing like the middle of a break beat
…

So who the Fuck is who who who…?
So who the fuck is you?
(X2)

The only way up out the well is water
But, they can’t swim
Had a Mother
But, she dip’d soon as they called Him 
Sick wit sin
All we trynna is win
In the end
Lost some friends
Made amends
Then repeat again

Got a six shooter and a whore named Tracy
With a couple friends that’ll make you go crazy
Smoked up all my product got me feeling kinda Racey
Better get to stepping for I show you what that pace beeeeee
Let that K SPEAK
All the way down 8f Street
…
Cold Blooded like it’s coming out the AC
…
Let that K speak
Cheddar let that spray heat
Everybody’s dancing like the middle of a break beat

So, who the hell is who who who? 
So, who the hell is you? 
So, who the hell is who who who? 
So, who the hell is you?

- lb. 

(2024)

"PACER"

PACER (prod. WHEREARETOMY BEATS)

Music Production: Dirty Archer

Lyrics:

The Junkie fell out…
Fuck it, get the Narcan
They say that Funky sell out
I done sold at least a million grams
Now they all strangers
Best you move with more than caution
Cuz I move wit danger
You Draw a line I cross it
Then Double back and toss it… 
…
Made at least a thousand bricks off nothing more than dusty sacks and rusty water faucets
…
Who the fuck is you? 
Oughtta get a clue, true…
Villa wit a view
Got a chicken from Peru, listen…
Don’t you ever ask me bout the revolution
The Shit been televised since 95’
It’s all pollution
I knew couldn’t trust you with the package
You the type to leave without ya fuckin baggage as a habit
…
Cuttin thru the chatter and the static 
Bankin on the light within this Addict, listen…
(X2)

- lb. 

(2024)

BeautiFull Demise (prod. Dirty Archer)

Artist: lb

Album: "Brick"

(prod. in order)
Piero Ulmiliani
Vanilla
TOP$
iLLingsworth
Vanilla
Jett I Masstyr
Seleh Beats
Dvious Mindz
Gazpacho.
j brav
TomppaBeats

Featuring: Josh Zalipski (guitar)

GRAM of EARL

Nostalgia (prod. Piero Ulmiliani)

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