TaZ hops on Logic's 44 Bars and describes how overwhelmed he is at the moment, and the pain he still suffers. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUpLmNYvswc

TAZ - 44 BARS (Freestyle) LINK FOR MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION!

TaZ Lyrics:
Bitch I been at it 
Workin' and grindin' 
We snappin' 
You know its my fashion
We ballin' and ballin' 
And kill it to ashes

I'm in my new lane 
All these new rappers 
Man they are so lame 
Gimmie a beat and I'm goin' insane 
Fuck bouta sun-god I'm makin' im makin' it rain 
Mind is so crazy 
Im thinkin' a maze 
Track after track 
And I'm spittin' a mage
I'm bout to rage

Shit that I seen 
Fuck all you amatures 
This is elite 
This is that shit that be killin' scene

Been on my own 
Grindin' since little 
Becomin' more grown 
Nobody be stoppin' 
When I'm in the zone 
Till like 4 in the moan 
And I'm going
N flowin' 
And im on a roll 
Like Im shittin' on folks

$AL Lyrics: 
Bitch I've been at it 
yeah I'm a fanatic 
Yeah I am fantastic 
She succ succ 
She tell me luv me 
You know that she wit it
We cook in the kitchen 
Bitch I'm going insane 
I'm losing loosing my brain 
I am such a beast I cannot be tammed  
I plash on yo bitch the water 
So young I can fuck on your daughter 
Kill that pussy once call it a slaughter
Bitch I'm fresher than frebeeze 
Shawty get on her knees 
Shawty hit my line talking bout sum d 
Said she wanna go out 
cook her some Chef Boy RD 
Fuck her once got her wetter than ten sea 

TaZ Lyrics: 

Verbally assasinate ya crew 
And I'm Aimin' for the T.O.P 
Thats the field of view 
Insecurities be hurtin' me 
I Had to break it through 
When they unleash the beast 
They knew that it was wrong to do 
I'm on my Hercules 
For my dreams 
They trynna execute 
Thats the T-A-Z 
When you see I be makin' moves 
Ski mask, gloves and a 
Black Suit 
Kill the beat and trash it in the lake 
So they never have a clue

TAZ x lil Splsh - Aquafini (Prod By. NXTION)

Lyrics:

Bitch I'm goin' bang 
Body Novacane 
Not even sane 
Now what you say 
Bullets spray with no delay 
When comin' at your face 
So if you not gone be bout it 
Please then move right out the way

I ain't really bout it
But I make the whole scene crowded 
When yo shit on the stage 
Everybody gettin' drousy 
Got my squad 
You know we routy 
Got the Mercedes whip 
Skrt 
Then we outti 
Any hater in my way I knock em' 
Like I'm Ronda Rousey

Who the fuck is you 
Who the hell is me 
T-A-Z 
Fuck you mean 
Ambition in me 
So damn crazy 
Never makin' moves 
Bet you lazy 
I been killin' all these rappers 
Like the boy done got the rabies 
Hit off all yo' girl 
Thats a maybe

Nevermind a guarantee 
Columbian asian 
All up over me 
Foreign 
From overseas 
And I oversea 
Double D's

A's and B's 
I been on my honor roll 
I been countin' up the dough 
I just want that rollie on the wrist 
Damn make it glow 
From everything I reap and sow

TAZ - BANG (Prod By. NXTION)

Lyrics:

Yeah you know we got it 
We the hottest 
We be mobbin' 
Thats a promise 
Whatchu' profit

You don't know 
I been burstin' bustin' 
Verses I might overdose 
Im that rappin' antidope 
You overload 
From not too long ago

With my squad 
All the time 
People be talkin' I don't know why 
Ammo to eye

When I'm out and bout 
You be causin' the drought 
And I'm down in the south 
Got a bitch in New York 
And Im bangin' yo spouse 
Wheres the clout

Hoppin' out I said I do it 
Who is you and why you loosin'
I been on my paper chasin' crusin' 
While you snoozin' 
Any beat I'm given
Guarantee that I abuse it

Yeah Im goin' hard 
For my boulevard

Everything right in my soul 
You know thats greatness overload 
Fuck bout bein' local I been takin' music coast to coast 
I hope you know 
My sickened flow 
Might make you overdose

I been on my grind 
All the time 
Fuck you pussies hatin' 
Gotta get mine 
Work yo' nine to five 
While I chase my dream 
And feel alive

If I don't know who you is 
Please don't be hoppin' right on my dick 
Make this scene a horror flick 
If you insist 
We do it quick 
Ain't like my bitches skinny 
So you know they better thick
22's right on the whip 
We aint worried bout a thing 
We just wanna be the shit 
Bumpin' out the music 
While you workin' for a tip 
I be in the studio late nights 
I'm grindin' for this

Nights cold 
On my own 
Me myself 
No need a clone
And I been on my zone 
I been burstin' bustin' verses 
Aint no monotone 
I been on my bars 
That leave em' with a kidney stone
If you on that king shit 
This is TaZ I came to overthrow
Now you givin' up the throne

TAZ - CLOUT (Prod By. NXTION)

TAZ - I Got The Sauce (Prod By. NXTION)

Lyrics: 

ACP 
When they shootin' at me 
Like CP3 
Don't try me see
I am that beast 
Unleashed 
They wanna be 
PHD
In killing a beat 
When these rappers be talkin'
They talkin' defeat 
When they talkin' to me 

She callin' me 
Like she be seven eleven 
That pussy be open 
Like twenty fo' seven 
I meant it 
She want it 
I get it 
You cannot prevent it 
Did I forget to mention 
A never endin' menace
She callin' 
She left message 
She sayin' 
She trynna end it 
I'm gettin' like so offended 
These people be askin' me 
How I'm doin' splendid 
Thats somethin' 
I said that I never intended 

They say TAZ
Why you make em' spaz 
On they ass 
I was doin' fine 
you ask 
Why you even flexin'
You don't even got the cash 
Cuz I can

TAZ - CUZ I CAN (Prod By. NXTION)

Fuck you mean 
I am legit 
Catch me hoppin' 
Out the whip 
Oh she ask me 
Yeah I did 
$180 for the benefits 
I cannot quit 

Blade to his eye 
Way too young to die 
Heart on me I fortify 
She on my dick 
I tell the hoe 
Prioritize 

Ain't no messin' with me 
Giuseppe steppin spiffy 
If she really really want it 
Then I tell her to come get me 
I don't fuck with all petty 
If you petty 
Sleep with one eye 
Open
Like we call you Fetti 
Got that cash flow in air 
Like we call that shit confetti 

Yeah 

Pull up 
Dash out 
Skrt again 
Talkin' that shit 
Then we can't be friends 

ACP Enemy 
Moanin' in bed 
Like she got that a remedy 
Never ahead of me 
Always behind 
I never recline 
Keep on just workin' until it is mine 
I cannot go lie 

Poppin' we throbbin' my zone 
Bitches be talkin' can't take it no more 
Like she lovin' the flow 
Then we kick in the door 
While countin' some dough 

Never go back 
Talkin' that smack 
And I came to attack 
And I Came for the racks 
Pussy be talkin' I never know that 
With my hatback
And got stacks in my backpack

TAZ - Confetti [FT. Lil Splsh] (Prod By. NXTION)

SELFMADE THE MOTTO.

Prod By - @nxtion 

Lyrics :

SELFMADE
SELFMADE
ASK ME WHAT I AM I AM SELFMADE
ASK ME HOW I GRIND 
I AM SELF-PAID 
I COUNT BREAD 
LIKE SIX WAYS 

One on the booty 
Two on the boobies 
Three if I really done want it 
The cucci 
Four on her purse that is gucci 
Five on her lips 
Six while she shakin' them hips 

THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FUCK I DO 
I JUST WORK ALL DAY AND I AIN'T TALKIN' BOUT A TIE AND SUIT 
I BE IN MY STUDIO BAD BITCHES COME AND THEY SALUTE 
ME AND NXTION WE BE COOKIN' UP THE HOTTEST 
WE UP SOON 
WE BE ON THE LOOSE 
AIN'T NOTHIN' YOU CAN PROVE 
AND IF I DIED TODAY 
MY MUSIC WHAT THEY WANNA LOOT 
HALF OF THESE PEOPLE THEY SWEET MORE LIKE SOME FRUIT 
NOW IF YOU BE COMIN' TO GET IT 
YOU JUST BE GETTIN' LIKE HANGED FROM A NUSE 
NO I AIN'T LYIN' 
THAT IS THE TRUTH

SELFMADE
SELFMADE
ASK ME WHAT I AM I AM SELFMADE
ASK ME HOW I GRIND 
I AM SELF-PAID 
I COUNT BREAD 
LIKE SIX WAYS 

One on the booty 
Two on the boobies 
Three if I really done want it 
The cucci 
Four on her purse that is gucci 
Five on her lips 
Six while she shakin' them hips

NAMEISTAZ - SELFMADE (Prod By. NXTION)

Prod By @Nxtion

Lyrics -

Came in the game 
Bout to fuck shit up thats the mind frame 
Be like TAZ I know you up next mane
But Im on right now, so whatchu gone say 
No way 

Click Clack 
Bang to ya head 
What a flash back 
Put his tape in a trashbag
How bad?
How about dat?
Cash me outside 
In the back 
Of the lac 
You the quarterback 
and Im in for the sack 

Motherfuckers talk' about the kid 
On the grid 
Hate' for no reason but never know shit 
They be jealous the way he can spit 
Load the cockpit 
Pop every rapper like a god damn zit 
Misfit with a slit on the wrist 
Whatchu gotta admit?

Don't you look at me in the wrong way 
Came up from the bottom thats a long 
Why you wastin' time in the hallway?
I just gotta get it man all day 

Stackin' my dough like a bakery 
See the progression and now they stop hatin' me 
Grindin' and workin'
My studio slavery 
Say I can't make it they pray for my vacancy 
Can't keep a friend cuz they all just a fakery
Did it myelf
Ain't nobody cater me 

Came from the dirt 
All those bitches hatin' now they trynna always flirt
Got they mind filled with thirst
Then fuck em and leave em 
Got they heart all hurt

Bitch I made it happen
Middle finger everybody said that I would never make it rappin' 
Fuck you ever mean man the grind aint magic 
For me not to make it 
I think it'd be tragic

Hopped in the game and I shred it to pieces 
You brag about whips but you always be leasin' 
You brag about bitches but never be pleasin' 
You brag about money & money like it got a meanin' 
You brag about sippin' but never be leamin' 

Yo life is lie 

Like yo' momma got knocked 
And should of okayed the shmashmortion 
Okay man I meant it 
Yo' mama just should of got an abortion 
On me why you snorin' 
You listen to rappers that mumble and autotune 
Man that be borin' 
Fuck yo' damn foreign 
Lion in the game 
They be runnin' 
While I am just roarin'

NAMEISTAZ - Prodigy (Prod By. NXTION)

Prod By @kpfl

Lyrics - 

Drift on a young boy swerve 
Pussy be talkin' you hittin' the curb 
Yo girl on phone 
All she be doin' is flirt
Any damn hater be talkin' I leave em in dirt 
Hop on the track I be goin' berserk 
And now they be payin' me just for a verse 
Converse no words 
Of why the beat hurt 

Flamin' super sayin' 
If you be talkin' that ish
Say it to face
Then you really get hit 
No If, ands, but, what 
You can just never admit 
Diamond on wrist watch 
Watchin' the time tick tick 
Like a bomb 
Cause I am just really that lit 
Warfare on beat I just be merkin' this shit 
On dick lipstick 
Just from yo' chick 
Twerkin' in front of me right in a split 

Flow is deadly like atomic bombs 
Ball on these haters Olajuwon 
I really done got it like out the mud 
When you come from the bottom its no fun 
I been on bum 

I been broke 
Bill collectors on telephone 
Its hangin' up 
So they never know 
How it's gonna go 
When mommy and daddy so comatoast 
And music the only thing helpin' me cope 
Fuck with the kid 
And that's murda she wrote 

I been at my low 
And I'm searchin' for my high 
I could smoke it 
Rather pass it 
Cause I swear I got that fye' 
Ain't no tellin' lies 
And If I do then I'm the one to crucify

NAMEISTAZ - Crucify (Prod By. KNG)

Prod By @nxtion

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Y5IYzus160

Hell No (Prod By. NXTION) **MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION**

"Back It Right" The first track off the "Love is Pain EP" Thats on the way.

Back It Right (Prod By. NameIsTAZ)

Lyrics -

I have been on my grind tho 
Askin' me why I'm not signed tho 
Rappers be talkin' a lot tho 
Me I been spittin' so hot tho (x2)

I just been on my grind tho 
Grind tho 
Rappers be talkin' alot so 


They gettin' dimished 
in only a  matter of minutes 
I got it we winnin' 
I'm only beginnin' 
You thinkin' I'm finished 

No way 
Okay 
Chillin' with 
a bad babe 
On the bay 
For a vaca 
And I spit as hot everything 
As far as I say 

Cause I be that prodigy 
Honestly I don't see 
Nobody stoppin' me
Mr. Miyagi 
The track so astonishin' 
Countin' yo counterfeit money
Monopoly 
I believe 
That I be merkin' these rappers
Oh probably

I have been on my grind tho 
Askin' me why I'm not signed tho 
Rappers be talkin' a lot tho 
Me I been spittin' so hot tho (x2)

Grind Tho (Prod By. NameIsTAZ)

A banger.

Sincerely from ~ TAZ & ~ Dori.

KNOCKERZ [feat. Yung Dori] (Prod By. NameIsTAZ)

Prod By: @nickvanelli

Lyrics - 

Homie know we got it 
Move out the way
Stack up my cheddar
Then off to the bank
Count up my cake 
Then I'm off to the race
I just be grindin' 
I'm in the first place

Yeah they know we got it 
Write up my check 
They don't know about it
I came from nothin'
You know what I did
Man I wrote about it
My team we be routy 
You say that you got it
I really doubt it

Mozzerati drop top
I ain't fuckin' with her if she always with the cock block
Pickin' at me but they can't, bars made of bed-rock 
Killin' every rapper in my way like a headshot
Bury and body em, can't breath like a head-lock

This is the 21st century 
Bitches all up on the ecstacy 
People be poppin' em pills 
And not medically 
People just hate 
Cause they filled that jealousy 
Girls are 14 
And they havin' they pregnancy 
Teachers just give you some packets 
Don't lecture me 
I been just grindin' and cookin' that recipe 

Homie know we got it 
Move out the way
Stack up my cheddar
Then off to the bank
Count up my cake 
Then I'm off to the race
I just be grindin' 
I'm in the first place

First Place (Prod By. Nick Vanelli)

Lyrics -

Movin' heavy 
I ain't pushin' weight 
Rappers hatin' 
But they never safe 
Makin' disses
I Be I'm countin' cake 
If you really want it  
I don't fuckin' play 

I don't need yo help 
Did it on my own 
I'mma trendsetter 
While the rest are clones
I be movin' lowkey 
Ain't talkin' ghost 
If don't mess with you 
Then you gonna know 

Fuck with the kid 
I don't need that shit 
Then I take yo bitch 
And I dip real quick 
She keep debatin' 
Like I be the polotic 
Hop on the beat 
I be choppin' it 
And I be coughin' 
And itchin' 
Cuz my flow is kind of sick 

Know they gone hate 
Cause I'm takin' yo bitch 
And I sent her like right outta state 
You can't debate 
Stashin' a band or two 
Right in the safe 
Take it away 
She a bad girl 
But she get all A's
She ain't never get faze'd
I wash em up 
No Billy Mays
Hop on the beat 
Then I get a praise

Verse 2 - 

Dig him in his grave 
I don't really give a shit
Bout what you say 
Burden on my back 
Had to make my own way 
While you rappers takin' handouts 
On what they gave 

Yeah I been on it 
And I been dishonest 
I'm puttin' these rappers
Like right in a coffin'
You talkin' that shit 
While I'm makin' the profit 
And I turned the work 
To a thousand damn options 

Stackin' that provolone 
Merk up the beat that's oki-doke 
I got the holy flow 
Way too much fya they told me though 
Heart been so cold like an eskimo 
Chasin' the paper no envelope 
Why they be watchin' me 
Talkin' no episode

Tweet Me!

GRIP (Prod By. NameIsTAZ)

Why You Hatin'? [FT. Nine Callisto] (Prod By. NameIsTAZ)

Lyrics -

I might just lay a round or two 
And bet thats always off the dome 
I got yo' bitch she off on my dick 
But I don't ever take her home 
And I'm always on my king-shit 
Always on the throne
And if you really judgin' 
Tell me what the fuck you no 

You ain't really know shit 
Lame ass dude
Talkin' shit on the low quick 
Actin' like bitch 
And you always quick to switch 
Why you the only person
That nobody ever fucks with 

Murder many men a menace 
Got these bitches runnin' round 
Like this shit is tennis 
And I been a young apprentice 
I ain't fuckin' with a peasent 
If they hatin' on the low 
Then I guaranteed they jealous 
 
I been gettin' paid 
And I'm workin' towards pay raise 
Been my own boss 
While you got one 
Makin' just the same wage 
I be workin' all night 
I be workin' all day 
24/7 we get it 
Bitch I don't play 
Aye 
Pussy keep on talkin'
Then he gonna the fade 
Aye 
I can't do a verse unless
I'm really gettin' paid aye 
I ain't messin' with her 
Less' that cucci grade A
Aye
Came from the dirt 
Now I'm pavin' my way 
Aye 

Swimmin' with the gators boy
You really dead meat 
You be talkin' all that smack
But to my face you gone retreat 
I gotcho' girl on she on her knees 
She really fucking want it 
She gone pay the fee
NameIs T-A-Z 
Just a lion off the leash 
And notice if they hatin'
Cause they can't be me 
Yeah my woman like my whips
Foreign overseas
So tell me whatchu mean

WHAT YOU MEAN (Prod By. NameIsTAZ)

Lyrics - 

Scopin' out my enemies
I'm trynna find yo' next move 
Makin' em run around
No hoola hoops
I fuck yo' bitch 
From the fruity loops
I put a damn beat 
On the nuse 
A beast on the lose 
Where the demons move 

I was the kid in the back of the class
Wearin' all black 
With a jansport back-pack 
Gave no fucks about that 
Then I started to rap 
I be workin' all day 
No half-ass 
Lemme back-track 

To the days they was hatin' on me
Sayin' I wouldn't be shit 
And I wouldn't succeed 
Fuck about that 
For the game I sweat and bleed 
Tears in this shit you see
Who you to me 
And I be grindin'
You watch from the back of the seats 
Bitch

When I see you haters 
I just go ape shit 
Why yo' damn bitch
Got my songs on her playlist
Workin' that 9 to 5 
You so basic 
Fuck what they say I'mma 
Try to just make it 
Back of the room
Got her all but naked 
Came you to my room
You can smell her fragrance 

Mixin' and masterin' produce and makin' the graphics 
is All me 
Nobody else is like me 
Find someone who is 
It's really unlikely 
I'm creepin' low
While they stayin' all high-key 

Money's the motive 
The issues the grind 
One day at a time 
Fuck with the kid 
Then the pleasures all mine 
Just know it 
That me and my homies gone shine 
Flow so sick 
Like I got the swine 
You outta yo mind
Bitch

When I See (Prod By. NameIsTAZ)

FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER: @TylerTaz1

Lyrics - 

Dripped out 
Yeah they talkin'
Messin' with the kid now
Skrt it 
Then I dash out 
Hop on the beat 
I lash out 
Ask me where I be 
I tell you its that cash route 

Yeah they talkin' shit 
But they don't even know me 
Middle fingers you can blow me 
Rest in my peace my father 
Nice guys finish last 
That's what he told me 
I observe the crowd 
Always keep it lowkey 
And I only got myself 
So nobody can control me

Flow more dope than a halfway 
Hatin' on me then you better go that way 
Burnin' everythang' like a muthafuckin' ashtray
Operation on the beat we ain't talkin' no cascade
First name basis 
I don't her last name 
Grindin' everyday 
I be in the fast-lane 
No hand-breaks 
Buzzin' through a rapper 
Like the god damn landscape 
Talkin' behind my damn back 
Then they come to my face
And they trynna hand shake

Get the hell outta of my face
You in my way 
Beat so fast 
Ain't no delay 
Cookin' these rappers 
I mean no filet 
Produce the beat 
And I go so insane 
And I be grindin' 
I don't come to play 
You want the feature 
You better come up and just pay

Dripped out 
Yeah they talkin'
Messin' with the kid now
Skrt it 
Then I dash out 
Hop on the beat 
I lash out 
Ask me where I be 
I tell you its that cash route

Dripped Out (Prod By. NameIsTAZ)

Lyrics -

My clique 
My whip
My bitch 
My shit 
Yeah man I got it
You wish 
She right on my dick
You wish 
You wish

Rappers actin'
I ain't with that fashion 
Home wishin' he can really have it 
But what's mine 
Ain't yours 
So bitch stop askin'

I'm really with it 
What the fuck you talkin'
I'm a dead-man walkin' 
I be on it stalkin'
I go retarded 
No Stephen Hawkin'

I don't need no label 
Pull up you pussy 
Know that's a fabel 
I turn on yo' bitch
Ain't talkin' cable
Came back to the crib 
Like spa day 
She got a facial 

Talk about racks 
You ain't got that 
Ridin' that lease
You ain't cop that
Cock it back 
Then I blow it 
At yo bus cap 

Half of the game 
Are just wanna-be's
Hatin' on me 
Because I am the one
That they wanna be 
Talk to yo' girl
But I am the one that she wanna-see
Honestly
I am just off the leash 
Wtf homie 
Just  please get up off of me 

Say you got clout
But bitch
I been bringin' the drought 
All the way from down-south 
No word of mouth 
We can get that action 
Right here right now 
Bitch better bow down 
Got a couple damn rounds 
And a team full of hounds
And you talk about the ounces
And we bringin' in pounds 

Supa flamin' fya 
I am the one that she desire 
I been fuckin' up the game right here 
And prior (pria)
Been a real G 
Only move in silence 
When I talk it's quiet 
My mind's confindment
If I took yo' girl 
Know she's my side-chick 
Old beat and bust down 
Like a mobile side-kick 
Run yo mouth once
You can get to hidin'

You Wish (Prod By. NameIsTAZ)

Mac in the back of the back-pack 
Talk about the bullets 
Pussy boy you can have that 
Stay in the studio 
Way too damn much 
I'm a lap-rat 
I do not conversate 
Only if it's for the fat stacks 
And a fat bitch with a fat-ass
She ain't really with it?
Guarantee you can have that 

Invest in that mula myself
Like I be the NASDAQ
That's facts
Talk about the grind 
It's 24 hours
You ain't even half that
Half-bad
Look into the crowd
While I back-track
Have a flash-back
When I was skrtin' 
The whip
Takin' yo bitch 
She back at my crib
And we watchin'
A flick
Like I be Keefin'
Don't fuck with my clique
Bitch I'm the shit
Do a drive-by 
While I'm hittin' a lick
Then I dip
Doin' this shit with my eyes-closed
Look behind me 
Flashin' lights 
Fuck the FIVE-O 
Hit the turn-pike 
Grab the choppa 
I let it blow 
Gun to my head 
Finger on trigger 
I let it go 
Ask who did it 
I may never know
Leavin' the story untold.

STORY UNTOLD (Prod By. NameIsTAZ)

@neutraldelarge @nxtion

Lyrics - 

Came in from the back-doe 
Better lay low 
Gotta bankroll 
From my ankles 
To my head tho 

Bitches be talkin' that shit 
But they never be knowin' the kid 
I got that fiya they never admit 
I done done shit that you never done did 
Keep makin' them disses 
So garbage 
So open the lid 

Call me an enemy 
Flow is more doper 
Then whatchu be whippin' 
No chemistry 
Either gone hate me 
Or fuck with me heavily 
Yeah I been grindin' 
and cookin' these tracks 
Like a recipie 
Murder a beat so damn hard 
Man they gave me a felony 

Eye of the public 
They wanted me dead 
Stackin' a jefferson 
Plenty of bejamins 
and I got woman 
Who dancin' for me 
Like I'm David Letterman
Ooo Aye

Memphis (ft. Neutral Delarge) [Prod By. NXTION]

All Production, Engineering, & Graphics, All Done By NameIsTAZ.

LOCK YOU (Prod By. NameIsTAZ)

Bitch I go get it 

Pussy be talkin’ we know you ain’t ready 

I be the nightmare they callin’ me Freddy 

I got the glock and I’m aimin’ it steady 

Days I was broke and collectin’ them pennies 

Now you be askin’ for handouts cuz is you is so petty 

I got the eagle-eye callin’ me fetty 

I was there struggling 

Now I be chasin’ a benji 



Bitch I be with it 

Collectin’ em digits 

Fuckin’ yo bitch 

In the back of civic 

I got the glock 

So you don’t move a pivot 

You talkin’ my name 

And I’m gettin’ real livid 

I got yo bitch spinnin’ 

Like she was a fidget 

So I got my money up 

Stackin’ a midget 

Ain’t fuckin’ with you 

Be-cause you was sneak-dissin’ 

Boy quit it 

Bitch Ill admit it 

You cannot see me 

My windows be tinted 

So when I go shift it 

You cannot come witness 



Stay independent 

Only had me 

So myself was dependent 

I’m bringin’ these bars 

And you bout to get sentenced 



I’m slicin’ and dicin’ 

And throwin’ an uppercut 

My name be Tyson 

When it’s to the writin’ 

Producing’ recording’ 

Bitch I be a titan 

A one in all package 

You really can’t buy it 



Put em in the dirt 

Pussy keep on talkin’ 

I might really get the urge 

To purge and curse 

Playin’ with these words



You may never get it 

On the beat I call a medic 

I be fuckin’ up these rappers 

And it’s guaranteed I said it 

You be talkin’ all that shit 

But yet my name was never mentioned 

I’m the illest represented 

If you want it come and get it 

You pathetic 

On the pen I am a menace 

Bitch I said it 

And meant it 

Embed it 



Hook: 

Yeah bitch 

I said it 

I step in gissepe 

You really ain't ready

SAID IT (Prod By. NameIsTAZ)

1st Track Off "Tazmania"

Lyrics - 

Yeah they be takin’ the wave 

Got me a shorty she do what I say 

I’ll go and get it today 

If you was wonderin’ 

Yes I get paid 

She wanna come where I stay 

Watch me count cash 

While we smoke by the lake 

If that’s yo girl and I took her 

I’m sorry my dude 

But it was no mistake 



Young boss in my own eyes 

I could get the bag in like no time 

Bad shorty she gone realize 

She be messin’ with a damn lame guy 

I got money on me can’t explain why

Guess I ran it up and it became mine 

I just laced the blunt with an 808 

Now for the last day I been high 



Stayed in the game for a minute 

Now I’m leavin’ no witness 

Or anybody that be hatin’ 

They be gettin’ diminished’ 

Has anybody ever seen it 

The slaughter I given 

Passin’ my limits 

I give a fuck bout a critic

Or anybody that be talkin’ 

I don’t move a damn pivot 



Damn 

Ay



Fakin’ and stayin’ unreal 

Is the current fashion 

Believe me it’s true 

I seen it all happen 

Helped people out 

Without even askin’ 

Now they forget 

Bout those people 

They always stay cappin’ 

Stick to my myself 

For my satisfaction 

Then when I make it 

I’ll check your reaction 



I ain’t really tripping though 

That’s cash by the brick load 

Back to the kinfolk 

Ric Flair with the drip slow 

Pistol best friends with my hip though 

Pull up hop out then dip hoe 


Yeah they be takin’ the wave 

Got me a shorty she do what I say 

I’ll go and get it today 

If you was wonderin’ 

Yes I get paid 

She wanna come where I stay 

Watch me count cash 

While we smoke by the lake 

If that’s yo girl and I took her 

I’m sorry my dude 

But it was no mistake

Mistake (Prod By. Deyjan Beats)

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