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Lil Wayne - Typa Way (Dedication 5)

Old is the acclaimed new LP from Danny Brown, an emotionally-charged concept album as profound as it is profane. The 19 tracks are an intoxicating mix of Danny at his most experimental AND most accessible, balancing hip-hop grit with electronic club sonics and much, much more. Featuring guest appearances from A$AP Rocky, ScHoolboy Q, Freddie Gibbs, Purity Ring, Charli XCX, and more over production from the likes of A-Trak, Rustie, SKYWLKR and Paul White, Old is a psychedelic portrait of rap’s most vital and exciting new star.

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Danny Brown - Side B (Dope Song)

Seani B's Bad Boy P Diddy & The Family Mix

Troy Ave drops a KEYMiX of Fabolous's CUFFIN SEASON

Troy Ave - CUFFIN SEASON #KEYMiX (Dirty)

Capone-N-Noreaga - Freestyle

Snoop Dogg - Aint No Fun(Dirty)(Ft Nate Dogg, Kurupt, Warren G)(Intro Kando Edit)


Snoop Dogg - Aint No Fun(Dirty)(Ft Nate Dogg, Kurupt, Warren G)(Intro Kando Edit)(BPM100)

Let It Go

Download DJ Kay Slay's mixtape The Industry Purge here
http://2dopeboyz.com/2015/04/08/dj-kay-slay-the-industry-purge-mixtape/?utm_campaign=352411&utm_medium=twitter&utm_source=twitter

DJ Kay Slay -Dear America (Feat. Locksmith & Termanology)

MoneyBagg Yo - Truth [Prod By DMacTooBangin]

Troy Ave - SHE BELONGS TO THE GAME (Dirty)

video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zggKgEWJmSI

http://pitchfork.com/reviews/tracks/17838-tunji-ige-on-my-grind/

"got a little angel that I cant forget"

Produced by Tunji Ige & Noah Breakfast 

Mixed & Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

@tunjiige 
@noahbreakfast 
@maaps__
@rare_mp3s 
art by @facer

Missed Calls

On My Grind (Prod. Tunji Ige + Noah Breakfast)

Famous Dex - Drippy Drippy

Famous Dex - Drip From My Walk

Famous Dex - Stuck In The Sky

Instagram/Twitter
@beatsbynav

Artwork @h.shariff

Myself

Myself (Prod by @BeatsByNav)

Capone - N- Noreaga - T.O.N.Y

The Reunion

Phonetime

The Source Hip-Hop Hits Vol. 4

The Light

Go! Common Classics

Come Close (Edited Album Version) [feat. Mary J. Blige]

8. STRUGGLE

[Intro: Meze Da Gamer]
Yeah, yeah
Meze
DG Hoe
Right, Look
(uh huhhh)

[Verse 1: Meze]
Tell me how them bullets feel
Nevermind you laying still 
Yea I had to take ya kill
Cuz you can't even get a kill 
Better go to battlefield
Cod you call it quits
My team full of noobs 
They ain't even great as this
Challenge anyone dart out its flying through 
Purifier spawned in yea boy I'm flaming you
Here's go's your L take that epic fail
Tags out that's mine he dead flatline 
I pull out a LMG and that bitch sound like a drum line
That bomb we gone find 
We gone defuse it in no time
Without me they hopeless 
I zoom in that locus
I won’t miss, I'm too focused 
My gamer tag, they gone notice
We winning they salty
Noobs better back of me 
Man I do this too often
Man of war get to talking
Shoot ya up, I'm killin’ 
Tell me how you noobs feeling 
The W we sealing 
Top three I'm chillin’, top 3, top 3, top 3
Trash talking don’t faze me 
Always camping, you lazy 
Don't you ever try to play me 
Kills up bout 80
None of you of newbie boys seeing me 
I hit em up with that VMP
Feeling like curry that MVP


[Interlude: Guppey]
I don’t know why they expect me to carry every game, man
Y’all act like y’all can’t do it y’all self
Going negative every game

[Hook: Guppey]
They rely on me to carry
They rely on me to carry
Without me, they’ll panic
I'm goin’ off, they can't stand me
They rely on me to carry
They rely on me to carry
They rely on me to carry
They rely on me to carry
I'm goin’ off, they can't stand me
I'm goin’ off, they can't stand me
I'm showin’ off, they can't stand me
I'm err off, can't stand me
They rely on me to carry
They rely on me to carry
They rely on me to carry
They rely on me to carry

[Verse 2: Guppey]
Gonna go off, I aint missin’
Cuz of me we winnin’
Get a killstreak, I ain’t sharin’ it
Get a head shot, I aint carin’
I stay out, no campin
When I say that I meant that
I don't want to talk to you lil kids
Man I’m so tired of losin’
Think that I need to start plannin'
You number 1 on my hit list
Gettin’ head shots, and I don’t miss
I want that Mothership and the Talon
The R.A.P.S or the H.A.T.R, it don’t matter
Join the game and you gon die
Taking out players on both sides
Runnin’ out wit tha blind eye
Poppin off bullets in yo eye
Tryin to get me wit yo H.I.V.E
But you missed, ha, and you go cry
Fast mags, with the red sight
Gotta win every game cause everybody on my team is sorry
Whole team go negative 
Every time I jump up in the lobby

[Hook: Guppey]

Check out Meze Da Gamer:
https://soundcloud.com/mezedagamer



The Life of Gupp

Drake - Grammys feat. Future PARODY!

8. No Manners (prod by Locksmith & Mike Blankenship)

08 - Locksmith - No Manners

3. Nowhere featuring One.Coco (prod by One.Coco, nova. & Mike TopNotch)

03 - Locksmith - Nowhere feat. One.Coco

Black America Again

Black America Again (feat. Stevie Wonder)

K.O.D.

Demons

Everready

Caribou Lou (Album Version (Explicit))

Def Jam Presents: Direct Deposit

Good Drank (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo)

H.N.I.C.

Genesis

Corner Stories

Don Q - Intro (Official Audio)

More Life

KMT (feat. Giggs)

Ice Melts (feat. Young Thug)

Man I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it
I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at
Who walk around bumping RAW with the shit blaring
Saying "Fuck school" and dropping out like a miscarriage
I'm embarrassed
And I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game
Making your common sense perish
But I ain't taking the full blame
Cause most of you chumps running around here ain't never had strict parents
All of your brain cells rotting from weed
You feeling like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete
You having sex with every-motherfuckin'-body you see
With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his seat
But still you out in these streets thinking you hot as can be
Without the knowledge to lead so you just follow the sheep
Making sure your lame swag is all polished and clean
While your favorite rapper's like "Yeah, he got it from me"
You been brainwashed by a fake life that you're used to livin'
When I say the word "fun", what do you envision?
Probably drinking and smoking out with your crew
And chilling with clueless women you trying to bang, bumping New Edition
Is that all you think life really is
Well if so, then you're a fucking idiot
I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it
Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain; GIMME IT!
Do you even have any goals
Aside from bagging these hoes and packing a bowl
Well let me guess- No
You're only in school because your parents make you go
When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with your bros
Yo, society's got you living for a whack cause
You're a fucking adult with no skills at all
You don't read any books or play ball
You don't draw, you literally do nothing at all
Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits
You don't have cause you idolize rappers that do
And all they say is "I got money and it's stacked to the roof"
And now you think that it's gon' magically just happen to you
How? Your lazy ass don't commit to labor
You pick something up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later
Then you complain about your life cause it ain't getting catered
Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's a hater
You wanna succeed, you have to try
Or one day you'll get older and regret it all cause you can't provide
Your friends are lowlifes, don't act surprised
Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice

Girls, stop acting like you want a guy with traits like Romeo
Bitch that's a fucking lie
You always talk about how every man's fake
And you can't take it and you want something real
Shut up tramp, save it
Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets
And head to the club half-naked with your ass shaking
Pulling a lowlife nigga who claim he cash making
Til you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station
One of them niggas got you pregnant and you can't raise it
But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement
You want Romeo, then act patient
And stop fronting like he in the club posted in the back waitin'
It's the club, where guys put on a new persona
After they get loaded with a few coronas
They always shouting and wild out with habits that very few condone of
Then they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone 'em
Then when they leave you, you cry and cry
Talking 'bout, "Oh my god I can't find a guy
I've spent so many years and I've tried and tried
Why am I even on Earth? I should die"
You want Romeo, you're not worthy
You're cock-thirsty
You're nasty and probably got herpes
Sometimes the secret to find is to stop searching
Try a new formula, cause your last one's not working

The term "real nigga"'s publicly used
And I need to know what it means, cause I'm fucking confused
Are you one for always busting your tool
With nothing to lose and something to prove to homies up in your crew
Is it because you're selling drugs to get loot
And brag about how you done been shot and stabbed
Like it's fun to be you
But your life's a struggle, right, and you just hustling through
Nah, you hamster ass nigga, you just stuck in a loop
Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can't evolve
Cause you in the streets acting like a neanderthal
It's clear you can't stand the law, you're lost as an abandoned dog
And all you're interested in is fighting, rapping, and basketball
I can't even fuck with you, cause if we out in public
You gon' get caught stealing some shit and get my ass in trouble, too
You'll get old and be nothing
Living life in these streets, thugging and starting shit with anybody mean mugging
Look at you, a real nigga, thinking your life's cool
Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you
'Til you grab their heart and shove a spearhead right through
Then they regret it because it wasn't the right move
Your real nigga talk seems bogus
A real nigga don't brag about being real as long as he knows it
And his future doesn't seem hopeless
A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit, and he keeps focused

So all you rappers whose soul is out in the wrong
You inspire the issue I wrote about in this song
You go to pile on the young who roam around in the slums
See this is what happens when rap's overcrowded with bums
Hope the hour is long when I'm rolling out with your tongue
The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong
All you menacing freaks are only in it for cheese
And the mass control limit was breached - fuck hip-hop
They only in it for cheese, and any eyewitness can see
They purposely making the innocent weak
My existence on this planet's for you, I ain't only here to benefit me
Yo, we need to make a change while there's still time
It is hard, and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal mine
I can guide you if you feel blind
I just need you to be willing to journey into my ill mind

Hopsin - Ill Mind Of Hopsin 5

As difficult as life may seem, sometimes all it takes is a kind word or gesture from someone to restore your faith. Thanks to my brother Jarell Perry for assisting me on this. The Green Box coming soon.

Locksmith x Jarell Perry - "Broken"

Genesis

Prodigy of Mobb Deep