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HOMOPHONE swamp b-side 2020 (PROD. SKOTSKR)

IV Mixes

Isaiah Rashad - Don't Shoot (IVmix)

INNER PEACE

OG Song -   

 • People Under the Stairs San Francisco...  
Instrumental -   

 • San Francisco Knights (Instrumental)  


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People Under the Stairs - San Francisco Knights (RaynkMix)

Lyrics -
Seven years, I've been washed behind my tears like seven years
Tryna write off the cost of my fears, seven years
Long roads on edge, wandering, will the fog ever clear, another year
Round the clock, tick tick, the sphere spins faster, seven years
Displayed true pain, lost gain, hate and laughter, seven years
In the same lane, still mashing, still after

Life chasing, death waiting, mind open
My heart closing, soul, colorfully rich but my art broken
Perfect for the hopeless, sauce lost in my focus, hocus pocused, Hoe
Who or how I'm supposed to be, slash believe in anybody but me
To speak facts relieved, when far from the feeds
I don't need no instant gratification, devil being flagrant
And I don't eat with thieves, I just seek and believe
Reach for some tree, create and achieve, relate only to bees
Buzzing in my chamber, surrounded by wax, working for the vibe of a queen
Certainly selflessly, I'm going for the sting, I'm trying to feel the burn
Show me what it mean, tell me how it absurd, I'm still chasing this dream
But never stuck to my word, I'm facing where silence leads
Hope love when my voice is heard

Seven years, I've been washed behind my tears like seven years
Trying to write off the cost of my fears, seven years
Long roads on edge, wandering, will the fog ever clear, another year
Round the clock, tick tick, the sphere spins faster, seven years
Displayed true pain, lost gain, hate and laughter, seven years
In the same lane, still mashing, still after

Noon wake ups
Doing shit in reverse, cause first thing I do is bake up
When really it should be getting the dough, opportunity, ain't gonna kick it in
Worst one of the three kids, both my sis going up, I'm doing descents
A stowaway stacking, nah packing green to blow away
Creative fiend, protege, proud to share a J, yet I don't share my joints enough
Gotta move with a force if you wanna run it up, one of one
Son of the late summer sun, never done enough
Never had a ton of shine or money, only grind and bloody
Signs of the times coming, lies in the rhymes, cunning eyes wide shut
Shunning the sheep though, I'm still one, just in the shade, dark as a shadow
Still done with the ignorance, just needed a little bliss
To grieve for my innocence, late bloomer with long rooted reasoned resilience

Seven years, I've been watched behind my tears like seven years
Trying to write off the cost of my fears, seven years
Long roads on edge, wandering, will the fog ever clear, another year
Round the clock, tick tick, the sphere spins faster, seven years
Displayed true pain, loss, gain, hate and laughter
Seven years in the same lane, still mashing, still after

Death chasing, life waiting, heart open, but mind closing
Soul, grayscale, broken, at least my art rich imperfect for the heartless
My sauce comes from tomatoes, tossed like garbage
Get off the stage, this fear, it rage, sending ripples in the cosmos
With every wav, exported, exploring, being more than just another nomad
Caved to the game, flame poking, that power I'mma harness
Is you joking, I'mma harvest, my crop of stardust, what I'm smoking
Desserts, from off earth entities, due to the worst
Hurt befriending, best friend of me, seven years, end it please
What is it gunna take
I need to see a vertex, before I fall victim to the vortex
Eclipsed in the abyss, void of anything left
My grip slips into the house of Hades, the sun sets

7 years (Prod. P.Soul)

edit of one of my favourite parts of the risky roadz movement documentary with a destiny's child sample, enjoy

bad em up once - wiley ft skepta (t.a.d edit)

Young Thug - Oh U Went (IVmix)



IF THIS WAS ONCINEMA THIS A FIVE BAGGER
YOUNG TURKINGTON WORKING IT U JUST THE ACTOR
BUT SINCE U THE OPPOSITE U ARE NOW OBLIGATED
TO RIDE OUT THIS UNFORTUNATE CONSEQUENCE  
I BE ON TOP OF IT U U LOOK  OUT OF IT
STEP BACK AND SEE THAT YOU TRASH AND NO DOUBTIN IT
HOPE THAT U SAVIN SOME SHECKLES AND COUNTIN IT
CUZ TRUTH OF THE MATTER IS YOU AINT GONNA LAST LONG
CUZ WE AROUND STREETS GET SHUT DOWN WHEN WE IN TOWN
ITS FUNNY WHEN I ZOOM OUT LOOK AT WHAT WE DO NOW
FUCK IT ZOOM IN GOTTA GET BACK TO THE GROOVE NOW
NO TIME TO LOOK BACK OR THINK ABOUT THE MATH
WHEN U DICTATE THE FUTURE THE PRESENT AND THE PAST
101 PASSED ZERO BLUNTS OUT THE BAG 
M-59 SCUMBAG STILL TRYNA SCRAP 
STARTED OUT IN THE WAREHOUSE JUST LIKE TONY HAWK
PRO SKATER NOW WE ON THE STAGE OF THE THEATRE
I LIGHT UP WHEN LIGHTS HIT MY WHITE SKIN TURN DEMON
MY EYES TURN TO ASH AND FALL OUT OF MY SOCKETS
THE RAZOR APPEAR SLOWLY OUT OF MY POCKET
SALIVA DRIPPIN OUT MY MOUTH BURN THE CARPET 
THE CARPENTER HERE TO SHOW YOU TO YOUR COFFIN
PUT THE NAIL IN AND I BANG BANG
THESE RAPPERS THEY SAYIN THE SAME THING
CRACK U A SEAL THEN U POP U A AID 
TILL U HIGH ENOUGH TO THINK U KILLIN THE GAME
BITCH I DONT COME FROM A PLACE WHERE THEY DRANK
HAIL FROM THE PLACE WHERE THAT RAG TO YA FACE
WANNA GET HIGH THEN U FIND U A RIDE
AND U CIPHEN IT DRY TILL U BLUE IN THE FACE
THINK THAT U GONE TILL I TAKE U BACK HOME
UNDER THE BRIDGE WHERE THE MOLD GOES TO GROW
DONT CRAWL ON FOS BOY WE CRAWL ON ALL FOURS
CIPHEN THROUGH TRASH TURN TO CASH IN OUR PALMS
I DONT SEE U ON THE RADAR AT ALL 
SO ITS KINDA FUNNY THAT U WANNA TALK
ABOUT MAKING NOISE U DONT SEE THE POINT
THERE IS NOTHING YOUR BRAIN COULD PRODUCE ID ENJOY

Bones - TheDayYouLeaveThisPlanetNobodyWillNotice (Prod. by Eurt Apatea)

SMOKIN A RAPPER LIKE GRABBA
I’M HIGH LIKE A LADDER
I DO THE SHIT BADDER IM ROLLING UP FATTER
AND DOWNLOADING DATA
IM SEEING THROUGH MATTER
MAKE EVERYTHING SHATTER

LIKE I WAS ON ACID
MY DICK IS NOT FLACID 
IN FACT IT IS MASSIVE
I CANNOT BE PASSIVE

IM SMOKING THAT SALVIA
DIVINORUM
IMMA RUN UP AND GIVE AN ORANGE
TO AN ALIEN IN THE MORNING

IM FAILING AT LIVING BORING
I BE LEAVING MY BODY INSIDE THE SHOWER
CUZ BODIES FOR PUSSIES AND IM NOT A COWARD
LIL SHAWDY BE WORRIED BEEN GONE FOR AN HOUR
 HUH

DROWNING IN ALL OF MY POWER 
YOU COWER IN FEAR WHILE THE BEAT GET DEVOURED
I SCOUR THE EARTH FOR THE FLOWER TO SMOKE
NOW IM UP LIKE A TOWER YOU SOUR YOU BROKE

(0:38)

LIKE THE DEISEL INSIDE OF MY BLUNT
YOU A WEISEL INSIDE YOU A CUNT
NOT A DOG YOU A RUNT
NOT A BALLER GET HIT WITH THE PUNT
IMMA RUN UP MY DOLLAS NO FRONT 
IN THE BACK WHERE I STUNT

ON A BACKWOOD I DO WHAT I WANT
IF I SLAP GOOD I BUMP IT A TON
LIKE I HUMP ON HER BUM 
PUT A THUMB ON HER CLIT AND SHE CUM
LET IT HIT LIKE A DRUM I COMMIT
AND IT DUMP WHEN IM DONE

(0:51)

WITH THE PUMP IN THE SUN AND IM BUSTING A MISSION 
I RUN WITH MY GUN CASE A NIGGA BE TRIPPING
HE PISSED AND HE DISSIN MY SHOOTING 
MY GROUPING 2 INCHES YOU LOSING 
YOU MIGHT JUST GO MISSING

SHHH

NIGGA TALK TOO MUCH
BUT HE DO NOT DO MUCH
NOT WORRIED HE WILL NOT ACCRUE MUCH
OF CURRENCY
BRINGING INSURGENCY
CAUSE AN EMERGENCY
MOVE WITH SOME URGENCY

THIS IS THE PURGING
EMERGING GET CUT LIKE A SURGEON
YOU BLEED LIKE A VIRGIN
IM SHARP LIKE A STURGEON

AN URCHIN IM SEARCHING FOR 
VERMIN IM SMOKING
BURBON TOBACCO
IT BURNING THAT BURDEN

NOT HURTING NO MORE 
I WONT SHOULDER THAT WEIGHT
I AM COLDER THAN BOULDER
THAT’S OLDER THAN FATE

TAKE A HIT OF THE LIQUOR IM LOSING CONTROL
TAKE A SHIT ON YOU NIGGAS LIKE YOU IN THE BOWL


(1:16)
(POOP SOUND)
(CLAP)
HA HA HA HA HA
IM BAKING LIKE CROCKER
SHE KICKING LIKE SOCCER
MIGHT COME AS A SHOCKER
BUT IM NOT A KNOCKER
AINT KNOCKING ON SHIT

YOU IS A TALKER 
AND IM VERY QUIET
IM BETTING THAT HOE TELLING
PO LIKE A HYATT

IM PARTYING TOO LOUD IT SOUND LIKE A RIOT
IT SMELL A PACK CUZ I HAD TO GO TRY IT

GO ON A DIET INHALING MY VEGETABLES 
BLUNT IS IMMACULATE BUD IS IMPECCABLE
BAG ON THE CEILING SO IT AINT DETECTABLE
I FUCK IT UP ANYWHERE SHIT IS WRECK-ABLE

ALL OF MY IDOLS ARE DYING OR TURNING TO PEDOS
AINT JOKING LIKE LETO
IM PUTTING THAT PETAL TO METAL
CANT SETTLE DOWN
LET EM DOWN
I HAD TO PULL UP I FED HIM ROUNDS

(1:43)
THU!
WHO YOU?
BOOM, BOOM
POW, POW
ZOOMING TO THAT LOUD SOUND
BURN IT AT THE POW WOW

BOOM, BOOM
POW,POW
SOON SOON 
NOW NOW
I CANNOT LET YOU DOWN
LIL DARKIE A TRUE HOUND

ONE TAKE (PROD. WENDIGO)

Lyrics :

ALL THE WAY OUT OF THAT BLACK ABYSS

MASTER ROSHI WITH A MAKESHIFT BLADE 

EPINEPHRINE 

INJECT THROUGH THE FLESH 

FROM THE HERTZ

AND SYLLABLES 

WHEN THE SONGS GET PLAYED



OFF AND ON 

IM OFTEN ANONYMOUS 

NAUTILUS 

DOUL-WEILDING MAKESHIFT AXES



OMNI - OMINOUS VLADIMIR 

FEAR MONGER-ER 

DEATH-O-MOMETER 



OFF IN THE MENTAL 

THOUGHTS AN ANOMALY 

INADVERTENTLY 

IM INTROVERTED 


BEEN INAUGURATED 

TO RULE THE NEW WORLD ORDER 

A POST APOCALYPTIC IMMORTAL  

SENSE OF A BEING 

SENT TO END THE MORTALS




ENDED THE MEETING 

WITH DIMINISHED MORALS



NOW PROCEEDING TO KILL KILL

AND MURDER

AMBER ALERTS

CAN NOT CLOSE THE CURTAINS


I KNOW FOR CERTAIN 

IM SO FASHO

THAT IM OFF BY A BIT 

ABOUT A CHROMOSE


ANIMALISTIC 

MAKE RASH DECOSIONS 

USED TO DUMP BLUNT GUTS

IN THE TRASH 

IN PHYSICS 




SKIP THE CLASS

GET MAD AND DIP

BUY A PACK OF CIGS

AND SMOKE GAS AT WINSTONS




FUCK THE LAWS 

COUGH HAWKIN CHUNKS UP

LUNGS OVERLOADED

FROM THE TARS AND CHARCOAL




DONNY DARKO

RAW DAWGIN BROADS

IN THE BACKSEET

OF A PARKED CAR AT VALERO



WHERE DID HER HEAD GO

RIGHT IN MY LAP

MOUTH ON MY EGG ROLL

HAIR TIED BACK






BITCH IM BACK

ON THE AMPHETAMINES IM THWACKED

IN THE LAND OF THE MILK AND THE HONEY 

WHERE THEY KILL FOR THE MONEY 

WHEN THE SKY TURNS BLACK

7 years (Prod. P.Soul)

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