where did you go man?? this is fucking crazy!

54 likes this shit crazy man. wtf. GRAB THE MIC DOG. fuck man,

innocent until proven guilty
i've sinned, and i'm asking father forgive me
but all i really need is another semi
so i can blast at the demons out to get me, hit me

verse 1
hell yeah i got a pistol,
leave your body like a bunch a scrambled words...riddled
and it hurts a whole lot, not a little
reese's pieces in that body bag….skittles

simple niggas gotta EAT, nibbles
caught a charge, till i had it beat, cripples
rockin' ankle bracelets while i'm flying continental 
if the feds spyin', i'm supplyin driving in a rental

niggas tell me keep my rap P.C.
Please, i got more crack than streets in DC
serve fiends unconcerned with he she
4th kind, get abducted when you turn and see beams

been rubber band tossin' since  8th grade
for real, nigga flossin' like he just ate steak
look in my eyes, you can tell he's trouble
got work, so much weight make a nigga's knees buckle

hook 2xs
innocent until proven guilty
i've sinned, and i'm asking father forgive me
but all i really need is another semi
so i can blast at the demons out to get me, hit me


verse 2
they ask "noodle…what you do when it ENDS?"
shit, i got enough diesel to fuel a BENZ"
a  lint-free cloth, no clues or prints
just my two cents, won't catch me doin' a bid
  
i'm hot homeboy, between ya bitches legs
hot buns need butter, she's willin' to spread
I got an A+ when it comes to Kitchen Ed
Noodle got the skillet, and i'm fryin other nigga's eggs

drunk in the club, let a nigga say somethin' 
i'll have him FALL VICTIM like a nigga base jumpin'
…no parachute, i don't care for you
the only impact i make'll knock you out your pair of boots


homies call me kobe, proud gunna
i'll put 4 shells in a rat…cowabunga
they'll never find you in the mountain that you're under
desert eagle make it rain, norse god, thunder   
 

innocent until proven guilty
i've sinned, and i'm asking father forgive me
but all i really need is another semi
so i can blast at the demons out to get me, hit me

Father Forgive Me

i got drugs, that aint even out yet
try to rob me, get plugged, you niggas is outlets
my whole life span's been measured in ounces
noodle catch more bodies than camping in auschwitz 

...convicted felon to the tomb
been  on crack since noodle  developed in the womb
implemented rules to bring that heavy metal boom
blow the brains out the skull of elephants in the room

just like a woman, you ain't hittin' me man
noodle shoot without aiming like yosemite sam
ironic the real deal is killing these shams
both grand parents died, still got plenty of grams

gonna need a mop and bucket, gun cocked, you suck it
have you walk with rocks tucked in your butt slit
3,000 pounds of coke, no fun times
when it's got my whole crib leanin' to one side

i'll tell you one time, my grind is dumb simple
black-market club card, half off on scud missiles
my gun game tiger woods…on course
i'm clapping so long you come back for encores

machine guns, you ever seen one?
i put bullets in places that's awkward to bleed from
….i'll have niggas callin' you Liam
Cause leg shots have 'em asking "yo…where're your "knees son?"
(liam neeson)
   
out for everything, plus the plate you eat from
plus remaining so wavy they call me a beach bum
just give me 2 days all rumors get debunked
so much weed i'm selling skunk by the tree trunk

opium, crack, meth for the tweakers
my car's got coke  stashed in the speakers
heroin, reifer, molly in the freezer, 
but i'm cool with it, 'cause i'm carrying a  heater

Past, Present & Shoot Ya

hook (2x's):
noodle got a problem, know dat?
only one way to solve it, know dat?
settled with a revolver, it go BLAT
family stand over a hole, their clothes all black

 in my neck of the woods farmers shoot at you
'specially if you're trudging on their pharmaceuticals
on the outside, life's blood ain't as beautiful
as them poetic types tried get through to you

what noodle cooks, takes more than a minute boy
only child, grinding for his own damn christmas toys
...in the living room with GI Joes
a future runnin' from cops beneath my toes

easy when one seed spills out the flower pot
Mario...first coin, it filled up my power slot
the feds searching, but i got their browser locked
got a million and one shots to stop a coward's talk

 i turned 3, pops flee'd, gone, vanished
once i lashed out, then I seen more panic
learned how to make 'em bleed, need more tantrums
an introduction to weed…just seemed organic

hook (2x's):
noodle got a problem, know dat?
only one way to solve it, know dat?
settled with a revolver, it go BLAT
family stand over a hole, their clothes all black

verse 2:
now noodle on that pap shit
on that packin' a mac in the back of the ac shit
nah...i''m talking gun gymnastics
kerry strugg, carry slugs that'll have you doin backflips

and as soon as you land flat…tens
not score cards, boy i'm talking mac tens
it'll be a pity party, hope you have friends
can't see that barrel aiming tucked behind them black tints

running the streets, my legs got tired
economy affects my gun, that bitch got fired
noodle got credentials on the resume
a fresh price on your head, get wetted, call it tresemme

you got hell to pay,  a demon for the green
you get painted, like i'm tagging, grab the bag and flee the scene
i make a living off the dead presidents
noodle make an accent wall, adding red to ya residence

hook (2x's):
noodle got a problem, know dat?
only one way to solve it, know dat?
settled with a revolver, it go BLAT
family stand    over a hole, their clothes all black

Know Dat

check my pulse, a few brews gets me boosted
a puff of bobby brown, and you'll get whitney houstoned
the confessions of a pistol abusin'
nuisance, only went to school to practice my truance

….i'll stab a nigga in the nuts
American slums, i'm just a product of growing up
i say that to state facts, i spray gats, you lay flat
lasers aimed at lame hats, push fades, way back

i guess noodle's a barber, got a ruger revolver
bullets could introduce you fruits to the pasta
a nigga's whole scene?  carbs.
when i spit so heavy call it protein bars

what noodle got will help you tighten up
blood loss leave you white as fuck, 
bullets will shock you  just like the lightening' struck 
gimme that watch, nigga, your time is up

it's about time you pussies got your hymens touched!


gimme yo watch, gimme yo chain, gimme your things
before i expose your brains with this gat, it goes bang bang


gimme yo clothes, gime yo shoes, homie step it off
gimme cash, gimme loans, gimme your damn debit cards

gimme yo mints, gimme yo gum, i want empty pockets
gimme yo phone, gimme sass, i'll fill an empty coffin

and i hope a nigga think i'm joking
running a train with this pistol, you're on the next thing smoking

Gimme Yo

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From Divine Mindz debut album, Underground4Lyfe
Produced, Engineered, Mixed & Mastered by ManiStyles
Additional Mixing by Divine Mindz

Divine Mindz - Underground4Lyfe ft. Frank Nitty of Project Born

Cyne - Tragic

In the Pub

feelin' loopy "lah dee dah" sun kissed insomnia
nauseous hypochondria, but i don't care, it's got me up
so who do i remind me of, nothing i can find up front
the only thing required was the fact that i can write it drunk

swimming through these lines of rum, drowning in the tides to come
a little ice to numb my legs so i won't bother tryin' to run
as the odor that lines my lungs my reason is "a night of fun"
i like the rush, so slide me some, i'll dry the cup and smile a bunch

i hate that i'm in love with these...fuckin' drinks, nothing's free,
buzzing bee, floating in the suds i see a corrupted me
but momma wanted something sweet
buried the thought i dug it deep
to the rim of the glass, where the bubbles reach
no inhibitions, with tough critiques
smart replies, mumbled speech

acidic liquid, crumbled teeth
frantic search for another beat
but become a recluse for a couple weeks
i haven't eaten, my stomach screams, "not cool you can't keep up with me!"
apologies for getting uppity
see i'm only pissed you interrupted me


know what,
gotta sober up
i'm old enough to control the cup

know what,
i gotta simmer down
i'm old enough to make decisions now

Killing Me (Prod. LiL BO WEEP)

Pulaski Spooks

Digimon (Extended Version)

Headless

M W B x I N F I N I T Y

Floating Prod. Infinity

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Somewhere Shining

April 3rd (Produced by ShoKass)

Something we produced a while ago, it's already out, but we thought we'd put it on our channel as well. 

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Cosa (Wesley Yanks & Eli Prince)

JO - A

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Up Late

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