Channel old energy, I know you remember me
Ride till I broke the levy, kill cobras steadily
Suppose they detestin me
I’m shown as an enemy, know the remedy
And I’ll overcoat the recipe
Double agents runnin flagrant
Dusty and tasteless, them suckas is wasted
From the open bar, know I’m raw
I tote a scar that woulda broke y’all
Frontal, nose, and jaw
Ain’t a fuckin thing I owe y’all, naw... Not at all
We could battle in rap
Or get to clackin them gats
Blood on the fashion tag
No coming back from that
Return of the boom bap, straight goon rap
Your minds I know they ruined that
Few maps & get the route intact
Out the true trap, we snared in
Glaring grin, nowadays I dare to win
I used to not care about shit
Aside the scares and sins
Tell me where it is, face the planet
On a stage of panic, racin and scramblin
I radiate ambience, chasing the chances
May my hand win, late to the campus
The racist antics get em sprayed 2 the canvas
Smoked like cannabis, wax & the candle lit
With all the fairness
While they supply impairments
What my peers say is all hearsay
Anyway it makes my ears ache
Seein bullshit that fear creates
Can’t focus to steer straight
Give up whatchu got if you stuntin the watch
Get stunned wit the shock
Or the guns a glock, I spun the block
You such a facade so get the fuck outta dodge
Challenge ya, run in ya spot, no dumb plots
I’m a product of D-Block and The LOX
Biggie, Black Thought, and Tupac
50 and Game too, just to name a few
The way I blaze thru would amaze you
Grace the booth wit the hated truth
Sky lookin gray too, it’s still a great view
From a project roof, tell a project youth
They gotta get thru, rich kids not as special
Ain’t fight to the top level 
I’m a top rebel, still wit a lot to settle
Your embezzles ain’t credible
You would snitch to federal
After enough time they lectured you
Threats accrue and they stretch em too
So you lost in the system
Talk of the prison, had ya boss’s blood drippin
Cut the wrist kid if u fuck wit the simpletons
About nothing, you ain’t livin it
No self discipline, you sweeter than cinnamon
I might need the insulin
Crew of militiamen to get rid of this
This day & time, the state of mind of a citizen
I see it as a carcinogen
Never rattled or snaked, every chapter a page
And I could rap for days, stack pay 
I’m a basket case, glass casket at the wake
Five to seven, bring your whole crew
And the reverend, when I pull it tho
You left wit sixteen bullet holes

Bullet Holes (prod. by Link Beats)

Rico Green of the Virgin Islands takes us on a fast paced adventure through what can only be described as raw talent. Rico was born to do this and we're all grateful he's doing it. Avelli adds the perfect amount of flavour and spunk to pair with Rico's absolutely nasty flow. Potentially the first of many collaborations between these two. All laid nicely on top of a Great Job production. Enjoy.

Run feat. Avelli

Death Speaks 2

🥳happy new year God loves u if u do know it not,n if u will or not

Chopstick (Prod.noagony x percy x otrich)

Ru just continually kills it fr, shout Mattleemadethis and NIRAMAYA!

For You

Ru - FOR YOU ft. NIRAMAYA (prod by mattleemadethis)

Hard Knocks (BandLab Mix)

Jeremiah Yoko - 50K

JUMP ON (feat. DR.SKAR & ODL)

Song Composed By: Tribal Tone

Photo By: $ho®tyM Co®teZ

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