Lyrics:
self-medicate, cause I really hate
everything &everyone around me
got me feelin like im drowning in my fate
&so I spit it out cause i don't got the time to fuckin dedicate
im serving psycho on a plate

I get into a better headstate
I change your mindframe, im feelin irate
I hit a hundred on the highway 
jesus take the wheel...
slam into a semi swervin into my lane

takin the tears to my tomb, it disappears all too soon
im looking for the light but nothing in its near 
im in a dark room wonderin who would wanna live for this?
eternal bliss is nothingness, im feeling like im trapped inside a womb

..or a supermassive blackhole inspiring my gloom
a little note of hope & faith, I seen someone set fire to the moon
&on the lighter side of June, i take it all in one breathe and sigh
before i spiral to my doom

FUCK

I just want my mind numbed
lay the smack-down like a junkie bout to do a line
but if I said I'm on one that would probably be a lie
you can tell by the size of my pupils when you look into my eye
youll find a shade of hate from the start
searching for a soul but it was sold for a gold plated heart
&its barely beating but its still bleeding
sleepin through the cracks I feel im seeping when im dreaming

fall into another hell, wasting wishes on a well
speak in silence, simple science, sly diguises never tell
serenity has entered me surrender these obscenities
fallin for a psycho - killing and raping divinities
bleeding out proper, never gonna prosper, aint no tellin what your life will cost ya
but ive been feelin stressed out ever since i went & left my pressurized backpack back in boston

produced by ChainFree

SuperMassiveBlackHole

Lyrics:
[Rezzy Tip]
I'm makin horror movies
I get a little loopy when I pop a roofie
eyes will get a little droopy, rezzy not a rookie
rappin like a crook be
nowadays when a rapper get in trouble
they dont go to prison they get sent away to juvi
when they could be slurpin on a smoothie
but when theyre gone away, I make their mom my groupie
she bakin me cookies
tell me in my ear how it should be
you think you fuckin with me? ooh-kay..

maaan rezzy rippin when i get up on the mic
really trippin cause im shootin them on site
I gotcha leavin in a care flight
cause when you come against me, it'll never be a fair fight
slit you in the air pipe
let the blood drain out, then i eat the meat raw
teeter-totterin on the brink of death like a see saw
your teeth are chatterin so bite the curb, I saddle up, yee-haw
head popped like a beach ball, what to do with the body now?
i shouldve thought it through but i got a little too excited
& i mightve got away if I didnt do it in front of a crowd
but fuck it, they can get it too
any second i got backup comin through
...we supposed to meet here at the rendezvous
man where the fuck you at? yo i need you dude

[suicide clip]

When All Else Fails
When All Else Fails

[Korpz]
I was supposed to meet my dude
but it seems they caught up with him too soon
I'ma show these faggots what the fuck happens
when you fuck with one of my crew

Rollin slow through the neighborhood
Ill will to these mothafuckers up to no good
I see their house from a distance
I see his spouse doin dishes
About to creep in &eliminate this bitch
his dog starts to bark, I can't see shit cause it's dark
I pull a gat from my back pocket, silencer on, safety off
now I leave my mark

In the forehead, 'fore long two more dead
I got a vendetta and it ain't quite settled yet
Now I'm seein red, but now I'm seein blue too
FUCK
Cop lights flashin in my rearview
I guess I'm goin out with a bang too
3 shots in their direction screamin 'FUCK YOU'
1 to my dome, Rezzy Tip
brother I'll be seein you soon

[suicide clip]

produced by ChainFree

When All Else Fails ft. Korpz

Lyrics:
I'm not gonna type out the lyrics to this.
That would be dumb, because the lyrics are dumb af.
but I will write something so... how are you?
Nevermind. I don't really give a flying fuck.
Zach, James, & Adam are referenced in this song
All members of the White Boy Posse.
If you turn it up really loud, at :50 you can hear the Samsung Galaxy text notification sound.
It probably wasn't important.
This was done live, all on one track.
(one track being the reason I couldn't eq the levels of beatboxing vs. rapping)
Zach & James were beatboxing on both sides of the microphone,
while Adam was sitting on the couch rolling a joint.
The break in the song was improvised as well, nothing about this was planned out
We were all drunk, except for James.
I posted a video of us freestyling on my youtube channel
(a different freestyle, not this one)
www.youtube.com/rezzytip
shameless self promotion
okay bye.


Freestyle w/ The Lazarus Pit

Lyrics:
[Rezzy Tip]
Rezzy rippin the script up
'cause Me &Aonghas Kahn are rewritin the scripture
Flippin the picture
Comin &tearin a bitch up
Spendin, you wish that we could switch up
but AK&I happen to be the perfect mixture
So fix your posture, if ya wanna learn to be a monster it's gonna cost ya
cause we finna prosper, properly 
get off our property
oh wait you can't cause we the kings &we have total sovereignty

Can you feel the vibes rise inside?
Surprised to find the lies despised
&realized the wise saw signs &foresights of demise & shame
&we treat it like royal with the fame
& we... loyal to the game

We're like foil with the flame
So hot &dope, like we wrapped a coil to your brain
Fuck! I'm goin insane
Take a penny for my thoughts &put a quarter in my veins
& i will always be... loyal to the game

Like I took an oath, a vow &became wiser than owl
&I see you bite my style, say you been on it awhile
wow that's a personal foul, see you smurkin with your smile
but every now &then I get to sin &jump ahead by miles
Comin &killin it I'm wild
Poppin a pill &now I'm mild
Coppin a feel &she exiled
I exale, breathing out all these chemtrails
of smoke, no joke I'm broke as hell but still... loyal to the game

[2pac]
[verse sampled from "Loyal to the Game"]
 ..task on a nigga's ass
Tell me will they blast me
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me, now
It's gettin crazy after dark, these narcs be like 
tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I've been moving these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what ya need when ya see me
I'm stackin g's buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll, &they know
when it's time to handle business nigga lay low
Although I'm young I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid pulling razors on niggas when they runnin up
The first to pull the strap when there's drama, busta you ain't heard?
I been slicing mothafuckers since I lost my mama
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocky &they don't quit until they drop 
me? I'm loyal to the game

produced by AonghasKahn

Loyal To The Game [2pac] (produced by AonghasKahn)

Lyrics:
(chorus)
Oh yeah we gettin to the money

I'm passively greatly devastated, & lately massively self-medicated
Passions lacking, just not feeling dedicated
but I'm attacking rappers drastically, leave em dead and hated//
Man i'm sick of all the shit and i cant overstate it
only heard your mixtape one time before it was overplayed and
overrated, eject &then i break it cause im jealous that you made it
off this wack ass bullshit// youll spit
anything you think they wanna hear
take a fuckin look in the mirror
when you look inside, you aint gonna be able to mistake
that what you see is fake and i cant show you any clearer//
when youre winning why you wanna whine up on the beats?
cant you call collect and order up a shot like kennedy?
pretend to be sippin on some hennessy 
but really you a lame up in the club tryna lose your virginity//
I kill it to infinity, and beyond
crushin methamphetamine with ambien, lets get it on
till the break of dawn, im takin on every little pill
and chase it with a double shot im sippin on//
if Mileys 23, i got my Scottie Pippen on
left hand little stronger cause thats my pimpin arm
how you gotta big head with a small cranium?
I give a bitch 6 kids, get my greg brady on//
spit toxic mixed with uranium
killin and rapin the flow, cum on a bitch with no panties on
covered her head to toe, grabbin her crucifix cause she called me damien
&now im choppin her up like a filet mignon//
flippin the picture, comin to rip a bitch up
spendin the money up at the mall, so i gotta dismiss ya
cause you acting like a bitch
worried more about your fashion than who the fuck just dissed ya, really?//
faggot stop actin so silly
im about to get busy with yo girl
lacin up the blunt so its time to get dizzy
&ill bet ya three milli 
that i catch you at a blowhole suckin free willy//
bout to pull an adder-all nighter
she just came & i didnt invite her, get it?
quick witted, when i spit it dont forget it rezzy already did it
next time you go to hit it, dont get offended
i admit it that you really did teach her well &i appreciate that
&i aint gotta talk about nothin but gettin high &fuckin bitches and i still murder rappers on the track//
leavin their heads cracked, mackin & leavin their girls slapped
comin equipped, talkin that shit, rippin em into pieces, covered a world cracked
syllable word clap, murder the girl wack, comin to hurl splat
grabbin a bitch, givin a pearl hat, yah//
&i cant afford a chorus but honestly i'd rather put a whore up in the forest
sort of bored us with your horrorcore
pick up a thesaurus &expand your fuckin mind, seein through the blind eye of Horus//
got a rape van as a fuckin tour bus
in afghanistan, visit as a tourist, they adore us
the only thing harder than me would be a punch to the nutsack from Chuck Norris//

(chorus)
Oh yeah we gettin to the money

Produced by AraabMusik, Sample "undastatement" by 2 Chainz

Adderall Nighter

Lyrics:
[Tyler G]
Smokin all your dro while I got my dick up in your ho
I'm Tyler G from the 513 &you better already know
I got Rezzy on this fuckin shit, &you know that we gonna snap
Load them bullets in that clip then pull back &then bust that cap
Aye bitch you better put that ass up on my lap, right upon my fuckin lap
I raise this fuckin hand &then I give that shits a slap
I'm an ass-master, you can ask my fuckin associate (that's a lot of ass)
As far as I'm concerned, that harrassment's appropiate

&as far as I'm concerned these rappers soundin like a chokin bitch
The kind you find that's not afraid of strokin some dick
That stupid trashy type of chick that's fond of takin loads n shit
I must admit, these rappers sound an awful lot like my bitch

That's all i got to talk about man, asses n bitches
you dont like that shit? you can go fuck yourself
I bet you probably go &cut yourself
what else I got to say? nothin else, BITCH

(chorus)
Ass n Bitches, we leavin em with massive stitches
classed as vicious, rollin dro & passin swishas

Ass n Bitches, we fuckin em with massive inches
harrassin snitches, need some weed so pass that swisha

[Rezzy Tip]
Rezzy T, Tyler G
When we get together you already know we gonna burn the dro &bust the town up 
I'm feelin wound up, so i turn the sound up
I wanna get higher, so I crush a little downer

That's better
Said she wanna do a little bit &i might let her
Got her super-soakin
I can feel her tooth is pokin through my flesh &i'm about to pull a knife on her 
(ha HA)
sike I'm only playin, gotta listen to the motherfuckin words I'm sayin
Rezzy got her prayin, lethal when I'm slayin
Fuck around &you gonna turn a motherfucker super-saiyan

I'm sick with it, rap about the ass but my wife is big-titted
Convicted felon prison bidded
Come into my layer & i'll show you where the drugs hidden

Just kiddin bitch, which I dont really fuck with you that way
Sick shit on that Rezzy Tip tip, switch pitch, misfit
Dig a ditch, bury all my dreams, seal it with a wish
&the scent from a rose, in the midst I propose
that I'm wreckin the flows, I'm the best I suppose 
was a quest that I chose, not questionable 
that I'm crushin my foes

it's like why even waste your time?
cause the first thing that comes to my mind
is better than what you write when you sit down &actually try
If you need a shoulder to lean on, I got you
just don't fucking cry, BITCH

(chorus)
Ass n Bitches, we leavin em with massive stitches
classed as vicious, rollin dro & passin swishas

Ass n Bitches, we fuckin em with massive inches
harrassin snitches, need some weed so pass that swisha

produced by Jay Damage

Asses N' Bitches ft. Tyler G

Lyrics:
White Boy Posse
Rappin from my mama's house (x4)

(Cap Peeling Ronald)
Shh quiet down, can't clown around too loud
cause we in my mama's house
White Boy Posse, that's what we about
Doin taxes, sendin faxes
Gotta dip cause I can't be late for my Zumba classes

Cap Peelin Ron, when I come I pick your pocket
I'm so rich that I make the real-estate value sky-rocket
when I walk through your hood, when I rap I'm so good
that my flow will give the straightest thug wood
I think my mom is cookin spaghetti
I can smell it from the other room &i'm so ready for dinner
I was growin thinner, but thank god mama cooked me din-din
cause I'm a motherfucking winner

(chorus)
we rappin from my mama's house
quiet down, cause we rappin from my mama's house
shh quiet, we rappin from my mama's house
quiet down, cause we rappin from my mama's house

(Lyrical Lewis)
I can't rap with cursing, cause my mom will come &hurt me
She doesn't like me disrespecting her because she birthed me
Oh hello, by the way my name is Lyrical Lew
they brought me back for another track so it's time to act lewd
but I can't cause my mom will yell at me, she's scary
She doesn't wax her upper lip, she just rips off the hair G
it's fuckin terrifying cause that shit's gotta hurt
Oh shit she's comin this way, I think she probably heard me curse

(chorus)
we rappin from my mama's house
quiet down, cause we rappin from my mama's house
shh quiet, we rappin from my mama's house
quiet down, cause we rappin from my mama's house

(Carnivorous Kyle)
Carnivorous Kyle I don't need to tell you shit
I'ma motor-boat your ho &throw her in a ditch
With that sick shit, you know it's legit
Like my rhymes all the time
&I'm stupid filthy rich, you know
there was a time when I couldn't spit a rhyme
I was livin on the streets dime-to-dime
Now I live with my mama just turnin tricks
tradin clown routines for slimy wet clits
Don't worry bout me, I don't need to make sense
Now you're kissin my ass, what a coincidence
Like Bruce Willis in the sixth sense (what nerd?)
I need a dead ho hangin up on my fence

(chorus)
we rappin from my mama's house
quiet down, cause we rappin from my mama's house
shh quiet, we rappin from my mama's house
quiet down, cause we rappin from my mama's house

(Mick Deezy)
Mick Deezy, rhymes will make ya queezy
Dirty filthy white boy, you'd better bring a squeegie
More chill than a trip to Fiji
Fuck Mario, I only choose Luigi
Mom's pissed cause I aint done my laundry
My room's dirty &she's been hatin on me
cause I play Xbox all day
She told me yesterday she thinks my shit is fuckin gay
I told her 'mom I'm a gangster rapper'
 I cried &went to bed &tried to hide from all the laughter

(Mick Deezy's 'frontin grandpa' freestyle)

produced by Hash Beatz

White Boy Posse - Mama's House

Lyrics
Take an ambien &now i fall into my sleep
I'm dozin to the beat but i feel like im falling when im dreamin &
i hear the coughing is coming, i fear the coffin is calling
death is near &im off into an alternate reality
so proud of me mama be
to raise a fucking junkie when it aint even hard on these streets
but theres hard on these streets 
so you cant avoid to wanna feel a little joy, post-employed, workin hard on these streets

living in a fright-mare, modern day nightmare
never gonna fight fair
sit your ass right there, in the high chair, cause you might stare
the devil in his eyes bitch dont act surprised
you shoulda known this from the start
when i left a fuckin bite mark light tear on the neck showin little heart or respect
&i bit it harder &i took a chunk of flesh &let the blood splatter on the nightspread

psycho somatic, bloodlust sporadic
fiendin for a night? fuck that! goin on a bender, i'm an addict
run up in your house &got you tied up in the attic
&i didnt plan it out cause all of this was automatic
so dramatic, thats the way its gotta be
rezzy rippin on the beat &aint got time for a feature
i'ma creature, you can tell i got wit cha girl
cause theres a blood stain on my t-shirt
bumpin through the speakers, rappin faster than a tweaker
who peaked runnin in new sneakers
fuckin &cum on a ho under the high school bleachers
hit the cheerleading squad &then i fuck the teachers
seek and destroy, i sneak and deploy
a little arsenal of raps i leak to enjoy
the dumbfounded look when they leech on my voice
&im about to blow like a preacher to the alter boys

fuck that other noise im coming through so you faggots better make way
for a legend in the making
after i drop this mixtape, you better bring your a-game
local rappers hating but theres no mistaking
that im taking this to the top, record breaking
this aint a play-date, its a raping
so you can stop with your faking &take a vay-cay
'fore i crash on you like mayday


Frightmare

Lyrics
Rapid rabid rapper, ill skills with pills
Avid habit adapter &I will kill for thrills
Smokin a dab then after, Im smackin the fattest clappers 
laughin at the maddest factors, mackin with the baddest actors
trill mills for rills, yeah
get it how you live it
&if you arent livin how youre spittin then rap it different 
i'm growing livid in dividends
leavin their throats closed like they're swallowin cinnamon
kill it when you can &if you cant then what the fuck you even picking up the microphone for man?

good? yeah bitch im great
i switched my destiny for fate
&learned a lesson not to lessen love 
cause stitched indifference equivalates hate
&buried emotions often grow into devotions with fluent notions of mistakes
motions of rage
vision turned red like potions of sage
we're approaching the production of slaves with promotions of graves
stuck in the cycle, can't count the minutes but noting the days
hearts floating away but my brain remains so i wrote some coping sayings on hopeless pages
&let the commotion be raised, while potentcy of this story be praised in an open blaze of glory
with simple science to define us, but cant explain how my souls sittin in purgatory
when im good

produced by Hucci & Stookie Sounds

Good (outro)

This is a slowed (chopped not slopped) version of "Adderall Nighter" re-recorded to a different beat. Not featured on the hard copies of the mixtape I passed out. Enjoi the soundcloud exclusive kids.

Stop Slacking
I'm passively greatly devastated, & lately massively self-medicated
Passions lacking, just not feeling dedicated
but I'm attacking rappers drastically, leave em dead and hated//
Man i'm sick of all the shit and i cant overstate it
only heard your mixtape one time before it was overplayed and
overrated, eject &then i break it cause im jealous that you made it
off this wack ass bullshit// youll spit
anything you think they wanna hear
take a fuckin look in the mirror
when you look inside, you aint gonna be able to mistake
that what you see is fake and i cant show you any clearer//
when youre winning why you wanna whine up on the beats?
cant you call collect and order up a shot like kennedy?
pretend to be sippin on some hennessy 
but really you a lame up in the club tryna lose your virginity//
I kill it to infinity, and beyond
crushin methamphetamine with ambien, lets get it on
till the break of dawn, im takin on every little pill
and chase it with a double shot im sippin on//
if Mileys 23, i got my Scottie Pippen on
left hand little stronger cause thats my pimpin arm
how you gotta big head with a small cranium?
I give a bitch 6 kids, get my greg brady on//
spit toxic mixed with uranium
killin and rapin the flow, cum on a bitch with no panties on
covered her head to toe, grabbin her crucifix cause she called me damien
&now im choppin her up like a filet mignon//
flippin the picture, comin to rip a bitch up
spendin the money up at the mall, so i gotta dismiss ya
cause you acting like a bitch
worried more about your fashion than who the fuck just dissed ya, really?//
faggot stop actin so silly
im about to get busy with yo girl
lacin up the blunt so its time to get dizzy
&ill bet ya three milli 
that i catch you at a blowhole suckin free willy//
bout to pull an adder-all nighter
she just came & i didnt invite her, get it?
quick witted, when i spit it dont forget it rezzy already did it
next time you go to hit it, dont get offended
i admit it that you really did teach her well &i appreciate that
&i aint gotta talk about nothin but gettin high &fuckin bitches and i still murder rappers on the track//
leavin their heads cracked, mackin & leavin their girls slapped
comin equipped, talkin that shit, rippin em into pieces, covered a world cracked
syllable word clap, murder the girl wack, comin to hurl splat
grabbin a bitch, givin a pearl hat, yah//
&i cant afford a chorus but honestly i'd rather put a whore up in the forest
sort of bored us with your horrorcore
pick up a thesaurus &expand your fuckin mind, seein through the blind eye of Horus//
got a rape van as a fuckin tour bus
in afghanistan, visit as a tourist, they adore us
the only thing harder than me would be a punch to the nutsack from Chuck Norris//

produced by Kato

BONUS No Sucka MCS (chopped not slopped)

Lyrics -
rezzy:
A glowing rush of pain is flowing straight into my veins
But the slightest essence of your presence melts away like acid rain
To deal another day I gotta lock our story away & put it in a vault
While I exalt into a higher state

phr0zen:
and at this level im safe, my shape displays grace, my strength raises ranks, its a heart of sherman tanks
as my mind moves - pages raise to the ages, cages are created with basic valid statements

rezzy:
locked inside with the key beneath the pavement
I poured my heart & soul but I won’t give up my life as payment
A bloody picture painted but the colors appear fainted
tried to bless this curse but the bitterness left it tainted
You can’t obtain it, too much pressure will stain it
walking side by side with this apparition acquaintance
Its funny ain’t it, how the hate restrains it
But the love is inbetween the lines ya just gotta untame it

Hook
'yo i hold it down, like how im feeling,
in dark cycles as my eyeballs start to spiral towards the ceiling'
Outta sight outta mind, seeking answers I cant find
So I pause a second move forward but im stuck on rewind
Running out of time
My minds a snake pit of escaped mental patients
Im abrasive till I find truth in these pages
is the muse sick of our music?
Or is the music sick of where the muse sits? 
Lets diffuse this

phr0zen:
I feel like im in a dream and im walking in the fog
I see your silhouette here so I stop an pause in awe,
its the laws of the frost jaw that knaw at my skull,
so i claw at the lost spot when I begin to fall,
I cant return to Zenn La so I drift thru time & space,
doin the bidding for higher states and im forced to find my place
Im robbin memory banks but Im afraid of change
Cause when it’s a penny for thoughts, I bank on the pain

rezzy:
its reliable & stable unlike the vials on my table
the bottles empty full throttle missed me im following death your cain im abel
and it all seems like a fable I'm just trying to enable but all I got in return was a disabled sable label
A vivid swirl of mosaic becomes photovoltaic
The colors blend together and it appears prosaic 
Maybe a Prozac will find out where my souls at
And fix a broken image shattered mirrors show who stole that

Hook
'yo i hold it down, like how im feeling,
in dark cycles as my eyeballs start to spiral towards the ceiling'
Outta sight outta mind, seeking answers I cant find
So I pause a second move forward but im stuck on rewind
Running out of time
My minds a snake pit of escaped mental patients
Im abrasive till I find truth in these pages
is the muse sick of our music?
Or is the music sick of where the muse sits? 
Lets diffuse this

phr0zen:
my bars create a rib cage around my heart
for whenever your like picket lines an you wanna strike my mark,
you can pick at lines, like guitars to pick bones clean,
but id pick my words wisely if you wanna approach me,
cause i have crop circles around my eyes as they rise,
to bag change in the vault of my head quarters to coincide with time,
ill put my second hand on it and break the hour glass,
let the waves of thought rush me, cause reflections have passed

rezzy:
they passed away gone forever just another memory
I have realized I will never get these demons out of me
Lord have mercy, I'm feeling so bloodthirsty

phr0zen:
trapped in haunted houses while they scream to tug & hurt me,
So I ask my mask if im worthy of this lapse,
when the headsmans axe snaps, an im 'fraid to face the facts,
have I lost my mind, in search for a solution,
or have i escaped hell, crawlin through the dirt ive been producin?


nobody knows
Welcome to my Midnightmare


beat - R-Music Studios (team-dix.newgrounds.com)

Midnightmare ft. Phr0zen

Some guy from Ohio.

Chopperflows&dro//get@me

Sometimes I like trap, Sometimes I rap fast, sometimes olskool, sometimes lyrical, sometimes wildnout, sometimes dubstep, sometimes comedy, sometimes I hate rap and cover Justin Bieber songs.

I'm very inconsistent in terms of genre is what I'm trying to say...

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