Midnight (Prod. Kartel Kush)

New Day Ft Nbd_Mortal & Cyphon (prod.ross gossage x ayoley )

The Four Horsemen [Feat. Damien Raye, Jared Benjaminz, & The Artist Graves]

Why don't you tell the truth why are you so compelled to prove
Yourself in front of everybody they dont even care for you
Life is just a marathon and money makes it bearable
Well isnt that terrible I guess Im shallow
But the rhyme scheme deep no river and no paddle
Hangin off the saddle bout to lasso up some cattle
Boy I got tassels on my chaps Im just playin
I aint no asshole or no country singer no banjo
Boy you know for damn sure the shit's lame
James James James James, aint it strange how they claim
To be one and the same with the brothers that you runnin with
Shame shame shame shame on you fuckers suck a hunnid dicks
Stay outta my range wont you maintain a hunnid steps
Of distance to me, cuz its essentially
This or nothing, I put all of my dreams
Inside a basket, I mean the eggs you bastard
Shit no Roger Rabbit, but Im still a fuckin classic
Outta habit I been rappin I stay tapped into this cannabis
And wrapped up in my work like a researcher or an analyist
Thank you if you a fan of this, fuck you if you a critic
What it means to be committed, gotta take if they wont give it
Fuck all of the fakin hey I vibrate through the city
It aint no mistakin me for these shitty imitations I take pity
I take many medications I aint no stranger to these feelins
Yeah thats danger and its imminent its comin for you bitches
James James James James why they stay so Plain Jane
They say all that remains is the brothers that you come in with
The Day day day day ones who stayed through a ton of shit
We pray to the A1 to keep all my brothers fed


pray

As you can see we got clouds rollin' in
From the south 3000 on the woodwind instrument
I know you feel this shit no sentiment
Wonder how we keep this loud shit on the down low when the decibals go ape shit
Well let me explain bitch
I pray really for the city I'm from, whether you from Hong Kong
Or down in the valley where the pum pum too sweet and the alleyways through streets
Go dumb on the weekends, two sheets in the breeze, everybody get geeked, everybody catch a cheap buzz, everybody fuck Bo Peep
Everybody know my story how I aint never count no sheep
I dont get no sleep, bruh, sleep is the cousin of death
Why you cappin at me for, why are you puffin your chest out
Bitch I might blow up like C4, listen what Deadlee had said

Cloud-(Ft. XXDeadlee)

Diehard, Deadlee just watch how they envy us
Mind full of jealousy, might got a semi tucked


This that make you never wanna leave the house again
ProFFecY and Deadlee, Diehard Don look out for them
Not the Taliban but you might fuckin lose your head
If you not a fan or friend then you a enemy you dead to me
Look back in recent memory, the shit that had lead us here
If I had took a wrong turn I'd probably spend my early 30's in a dirty penitentiary cell
I been a felon since 18, remember they gave me no mercy
They say patience a virtue, then they hate and they curse you
They may say shit to hurt you they aint nothin but birdfood
Bad seeds observe where that leads I merc and snap wings Im certainly that evil


3 Angles-(Ft. XXDeadlee & DieHard_Don)

I don't got a problem with you callin' me imperfect
I got shit I need to work on how you callin' me a jerk
Hoe put on your shirt before you tryna be assertive
Why you actin' all suburban all the sudden it's absurd
I don't need no beef so don't be feedin' me no burger
I don't want none of them burdens hey that shit is for the birds
Hoe that ain't a Birkin that's a motherfuckin' purse
Don't be sayin' that's Versace when it's just a fuckin' skirt
Bitch these ain't no blankets these are certainly some curtains
And I'm pretty sure the bed can fold itself up like a Murphy
No this ain't a blessin' this a motherfuckin' curse
How I seem to make them question how I come up with these verses
I don't mind how you be sayin' you think I'm the worst
And I don't find you funny but I'm laughin' like a circus
No I ain't your buddy you just lookin' at the surface
And I might be fuckin' worthless but at least I'm self alert
I don't care how you be misinterpreting my words
Or how my dick is like a serpent so I'm not allowed in church
Hoe that ain't a stripper pole I think that is a birch
And no it isn't typical it's definitely a first
I don't get offended when you motherfuckin' lurk
Or how you send your Cousins after me like they was Captain Kirk
Hoe I'm out your field and matter fact I'm out your turf
I got no fuckin' Achilles heel it ain't no way that you can hurt him
It's all good with me if you wan' do me little dirt
Shit and yeah I'm cool if you wan' treat me like a nerd
Hoe you ain't a diva I don't know how you ain't heard
You are not a wide reciever you can't even run a curl
I don't have an issue with you sayin' that I murdered it
As long as you refer to me as ProFFecY in person
No I ain't a doctor and you ain't a fuckin' nurse
But we always takin' shots at eachother like hypodermics


imperfect

dumb and broken

My Eyes Are Now Open

This was recorded during the "pissbaby" album sessions, the quality is meh but i decided I would upload this instead of all the other tracks that didn't make the album, i hope you all enjoy,

Eyes Open

MC HAM - MISTAKEN IDENTITY
Off the album "Progression"

Mixed by INDEFINITO555
Master by Josh Bragg

PROGRESSION

MISTAKEN IDENTITY

everybody love everybody

Tony Hawk, 
Performed by MC Ham and Evan Mac,
Mixed by INDEFINITO555
Mastered By Josh Bragg

TONY HAWK Feat. EVAN MAC

TONY HAWK FEAT. EVAN MAC

MN artist, just enjoying being a creator. Not making any profit off any of this, I work full time. Just trying to vent

pray

ProFFecY

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