Gaming Jam

the greatest pop song of all time out on Spotify now

with @love-sadkid
prod. by Dahm.
mixed by Dahm.
**** cover art by the illustrious, always exceptional Kales. (@stkales on socials) ****

DIALOGUE (/w love-sadKID)

Run Forrest (ft. Consey)

with @love-sadKiD

cover art by faith denham x stkales

music video out on YouTube now!

endlessly.

The Middle

The Middle /w love-sadKiD

Lyrics:

[Intro: The Fascinations (Sample)]

(I know, you don't love me, and there may be someone else
And as I sit alone, in a home, knowing what I should do
I find, I can't stay away from you
I can't stay away from you
No, I can't stay away from you
Though I know you're no good, and I'd leave if I could
Yet I can't stay away from you)

[Pre-Verse: Slaughternaut]

Yo, nah nah nah nah nah
Hold up
Cuz this shit
This shit beautiful
Ahem, look

[Verse 1: Slaughternaut]

Most of the people that listen are people that sprouted from luck
And if I'm being honest, I don't give a fuck
But I want you to know that I've only begun
Im steady loaded and ready with shit that been making em' piss
I compare my demeanor to guns
It's loaded with shit that been making em' piss and they run
And this shit has been fun
And I'm doing em' nasty like Bill O'Reilly
If I had 70 in this shit it would still be like only the bitches could top me
In other words anyone coming at me been sloppy and wobbly
Almost like they brain is unstable when fucking with me, I'm unlaying the cable
Cuz her fiber is all in my optics
To be honest, I might need to stop this
I'm crazy I'm godsend

[Intermission: Drew Saunders]

(Woo!
You are now listening to the best rapper of 2024!
Class is in session!
You motherfuckers ain't ready for this one!
Hit em' up, Slaughter!)

[Verse 2: Slaughternaut]

The freshest and cleanest around
It's an alien making its way from the space to the ground
It's amazing to witness a bitch just as little fragile as this to show agile speed like It's fitness
Listenin' to this, you took the red pill
I've been running for money guess you can say I tread mil
But I got em powdered and pampered like they in bed still
Paralyze the beat in It's sleep like demon I'm beating it up

I'm like Willis Boshears when I'm cutting it up with my fingers, holding both shears
I am utterly mothering weapons, son of gun on my hip
I got em' cumming to this shit, like scat ridiculous
My pen ink is endless and I'm showing that here
Or maybe right here
Only thing that is left is I'm right
And that shit so fried so hold up a beer
Like Christmas is coming the bitch at my school wanted dick so I'm spreading the cheer
They need a shot Everclear
Cuz if it was ever clear that I'm ass, the lyrics are here reminding you of mirrors
I guess I just monger the public, I fill them with fear
You bitches all plain (plane), so I jet fast, with no jet lag, to best fags, I'm the best queer
I'm studying well you confess that and im the best in class, this shit is my year bitch

[Post-Verse: Slaughternaut]

(Nah, see, It's crazy because…
No matter how much you motherfuckers try, you're never gonna' get on my level
I'm the best in fuckin' class
You can suck my dick)

[Verse 3: Consey]

Gimmie' a pen, I'll show you the world
Gimmie' a gun, I'll say run, and go on the hunt
Since I was young, had a taste for blood
I've grown up on more tasteful stuff
My homeboy tried to lace the blunt
Truth be told, I ain't never had a taste of love
A place to stay, where things were tough
Stuck in the basement, drinkin' up
Twisting every word I was thinking of
On the brink of bust

Until…

I level up
And when the pen touch pad everything combust
And everything lit up, too hot to touch
Like grandmama cookin' in the pot for lunch, uh
I'm too afraid to open up, and too brave just to close on up
A catch 22, I'd prolly' catch any yute with a 22
Prolly' dead any yute just to tell the truth
Slug a bitch like Babe Ruth…
Get out the booth
Hit a homerun with a chunk of your tooth
If the bat don't work, guess the drum gotta' do
And I, got a, winning, record, count the bodies from my past
Slaughternaut and Consey C always been the best in class, pussy


[Outro: Consey]

(Uhm, okay)

Best In Class (Feat. Consey)

Lyrics:

Eleven thirty, in the evening
I say I'm joking, but I'm meaning it
If you looked into our history you'll see I'm wishing to reach for it
But now I'm stuck here only feining it

My utopia broken, I think I'm jesus, what is this?
My only gift is I'm hopeless, but i continue to miss click
This ain't a jab at jehovah, but i hope he receiving
Friends turning to rivals, even the homies be tweakin

He could've been an arc de triumph
Now he stuck inside arkham asylum
Sleeping with fishes, but i fear to speak his name though
Cause if i say, he asking where, its getting messier than play doh

Shit
My life couldve went there
If it wasn't for my, self control and pent fear
I could've went to tenth tier
Injustice level kent fear
Off the fenty, druggin heavy, jumping off the next pier

But I'm just sitting eating maruchan
Dreaming trips to venice beach and getting mamas all she wants
Dressing dapper, asking questions, like another consey track
I ain't blind to my own privilege, but I got some cataracts
Recently I see my destiny, on this ole gravel path

Feeling out of my limits
Always out of my wisdom
Boutta spazz on the rhythm
Neo crash in this system

In a matter of existence, i'll be out of this system
Mission statement, Mind state, in a state of indecision

Leaves me to wonder, should I ride into the sunset?
And see if she would even want this?
Shoot my shot, and hit the can, but now I can't drink from it
Losing all my taste from the chase, am I that sick?
Fuck did I think, am I too heavy to be above this?

Well maybe so..
I wasn't cut from this clothe, I had to sew to grow on
Made connections I'm tied too, that now have to come off
And if this the way out, my only struggle to stay on
I'm just lost

I'm Just Lost (prod. Elijah David)

Jay Jay - March Madness

A diss-track to NoiseWright, Arc, and those on their side.

Lyrics:

[Verse]

I’ve felt a quiet storm brewing for a while now,
So vocal in their threats but they silent now,
Pipe down, tell that brudda put the pipe down,
You gotta be on crack if you’re thinking bout flying out,
Shit, must be out your mind,
Well that’s what drugs do when you abuse em most the time,
Fried, and nothing in these lines are a lie,
Feds will find a thirty something dead junkie,
At the scene of a crime,
With his neck broke backwards off his spine,
Hand to hand, even with the guns or a knife,
All these instruments are native when the boys in a fight,
Pedo’s talking in his ear, guess his noise isn’t right,
Wonder if little girls or little boys are his type,
Does he like them bitches loose,
Or does he like them bitches tight?
Does he like em as submissive,
Or with a little bit of fight?
What’s the facts? Drop an N word when on the attack,
Just because he’s a white Russian, 
Underneath, he ain’t black,
Just because you dick sucking,
He ain’t gon’ love you back,
Your a little out his age range for loving like that,
He’s talking threats on the cord,
So I’ll snuff him on wax,
I’ll put the whole Mobb six feet Deep, 
If you’re a friend to the Russian,
Then you’ll always be an enemy to me,
Noise be a fat cow, got y’all sucking on the teets,
I’m a vet, seasoned, hit em with a knife,
That’s the recipe for beef, uh,
This Russian think he the remedy for the streets,
Kendrick of the Soviet land when on the beat,
But recycled one cadence every line that he speak,
I wonder where he got it from? Oh yeah it was me,
In my DMs, begging for advice on the pen,
Always backing him throughout, you could call me a friend,
Till I saw some dirty habits re-appear like a trend,
I had to cut a pussy off before he tried it again,
Now I learn manipulator out here lying again,
I guess when you be on your ones,
You’d be dying for friends,
But a junkie in your corner, that’s as bad as it gets,
For another little bump, he’d sell his body for sex,
Arc sold his reputation for the horniest texts,
There was a time where I’d help him through the thoughts of the stress,
Nowadays, if he died, I won’t be mourning his death,
I’d prolly be the fucking reason he aborted himself,
And I’d be glad,
Thinking bout the past that we had,
Wondering how one guy could ever let it get so bad,
But then it hit me like pianos falling outta the sky,
That you ain’t let it get bad, you were bad the whole time,
Lord,
Should’ve seen it coming from a mile,
You were moving in these ways for a while,
Now you got your own crew dismissing your ways,
All a piece of the same pie, guess this shit Pizzagate,
Like bow

[Hook]

Uh uh,
Shots to the whole crew, fucking with kids,
Sending shots at the whole crew, fucking with kids,
Brudda, you be like 22? Why you fucking with kids?
Bullets be flying through when you fucking with kids,

Why y’all fucking with kids,
Sending shots to the whole crew, fucking with kids,
I’ll snuff these bitches lights out, shits a solar eclipse,
x2

pizzagate

Here you go Pogi, your own little warning shot:

[Verse]

I let that shit ring at ya head, till there’s a halo,
Heard that you drinking again, is you unstable?
The diss got you pacing around the living room table,
Your wife is a look-a-like of Mr Potato,
Think that I’m scared of the threats, you just playing,
Gun shots and knife swipes,
Are instrumental to natives,
Grew up round killers and drillers who really crazy,
But sure, I’m afraid of the numbers that you are weighing,
Shit, how many pounds?
180 or 210? What’s the amount?
You changing in the stories you telling, should write it down,
Dementia in ya head, how old are you getting now?
Escaped from the States when Police came at ya house,
Knew if you got locked up, they ain’t letting you out,
All these lil anime threats, jheez dude,
How many restraining orders you get from pre-schools,
Yuck, this shit gon' hit diff,
I heard that your ex wife the type to hit kids,
Nah, child abusers should get laid in the dirt,
But that made me realise how bad a father you were,
That those kids getting hurt,
And they’re STILL staying with her,
Damn, Stockholm Syndrome’s the worst,
You taking this shit to heart, I’m just playing with words,
I’m baiting for a response, then we will see you get merked,
I’d leave you paralysed the second you step onto my turf,
I doubt you could afford the flights with all the money you burned,
And then the funeral bill, when I send you back in a hearse,
It’s a thriller in manilla, bodybag him for work,
I know your wife gonna like all these tracks that I write,
The moment you start over-dosing from that crack in a pipe,
I heard you ate out the garbage, her pussy like that,
I guess you are what you eat, cause you really some trash,

[Hook]

A new life for a Filipino bitch,
Gon’ catch a new flight for a Filipino bitch,
Went broke on a crib for a Filipino bitch,
Left ya wife and ya kids for a Filipino bitch, Yeah,
For a Filipino bitch,
Deadbeat NoiseWright with a Filipino bitch,
Abandoned ya kids for a Filipino bitch,
Manny Pac in a wig, that’s ya Filipino bitch,
Yeah
x2

[Verse 2]

I can’t believe it bruh,
All those drugs in em, how is he still breathing bruh,
And I know that I’m English bruh,
But please let a brudda know where yo teeth is bruh,
Damn, maybe back in Brunswick, where you left em,
How you 34 and and look like you got dentures,
I feel for your kids, how bad they life getting,
Mama might’ve beat em, but then Daddy went and left em,
Talking bout killers, you boutta meet one,
Talking bout families, how bout you try to keep one,
This shit just a warning, it ain’t even getting deep son,
Tryna swim with sharks, no wonder you getting eaten,
Ain’t nobody win with Arc, no wonder you been defeated,
Neither of you got bars, you better gather a team then,
I know the 5 artists all in ya clique,
And that’s the only chance you ever got at winning in this,

[Hook]

A new life for a Filipino bitch,
Gon’ catch a new flight for a Filipino bitch,
Went broke on a crib for a Filipino bitch,
Left ya wife and ya kids for a Filipino bitch, Yeah,
For a Filipino bitch,
Deadbeat NoiseWright with a Filipino bitch,
Abandoned ya kids for a Filipino bitch,
Manny Pac in a wig, that’s ya Filipino bitch,
Yeah

Thrilla In Manilla

RIOT, Johnny G, Consey, and Jay come together to create "Good Times". 

Instrumental Produced by; nk music @YouTube

Good Times - The STG Collective

SNEAK PEEK OF UPCOMING NOSTALGIA ALBUM.
RELEASE DATE: TBD

Lyrics:
@nextapollo
Bitch I'm on go
They wouldn't know I'm already a goat
Steady and slow
I be a vibe and you feeling my drive and I'm rapping a flow
You'll never know
Whether I'm hitting a person or I be hitting a pole
Been in control
Ever since these benefits got me as high as Everest
I been just lazy
Vision still hazy
Body be wavy
Do this shit daily
Wake me up like evanescence
Shining up like heaven's presence
Rapping up like Santa's presents
I'm higher up than all these peasants
Me and johnny like Jerry and Tommy
We be scheming always plotting
On people copping and jotting
Every little thing about our style
I'm a crocodile in the Nile
I be a surprise from the vile
Jab em up like lomachenko
Got em moving like flamenco
They be sliding like the Tango
I be a g like my name Rango
I'm in the top ten like watch mojo
Bars so hot they like hot cocoa
Anyone help me that's a no no
Features turn into four locos
 
Johnny G:
Back on my bullshit, I'm feeling like Michael.
Wack rappers riding my wave like I'm tidal.
Won't be no survival, I'm ceasing your vitals.
Ain't got no ops or no rivals, they're dead on arrival.
One more word, Senzo, I'll aim for your head.
Rounds, I expend those, I'll fill you with lead.
Acting real but he pretends tho, I'm so annoyed
Keep talking shit, get destroyed.
It's an end that you can't avoid.
Dino, quit acting hard, man, we know the truth.
Told me to check stats, I did, and it shows you lose.
Claim you pack weight, can't even get your own facts straight.
You're lucky it's pride month , I'm forced to accept fags.
Duck me, run, hide, cunt, of course I collect bags.
Looking tired and outdated, you need Ageless Male Max.
Maybe then you won't sound so fuckin' gay on all your tracks.
I'm never stressing, man, I just kick back and relax.
You said you never lost, sixty two oh, man, that's cap.
Keep that same energy when I post up, you'll get slapped.
Fuck with me, get your neck snapped, trust and believe it's a wrap.
Said my discography's wack, but you ain't on the map.
Don't need typography class to know that I'm GOATed wherever I go.
Dino, you might need to learn some biology cuz you said you're a GOAT.
You're a sheep, a peon that everyones laughs at and pees on, little thot, BEGONE.

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