Prod. sc00t

feat me

Lyrics:

Wake Up in the morning, shower, shit, shave.

Wake Up at crack of dawning, let get it, pave.

My road to success, bless the power in me.

Wake Up, take up, all this total tempting.

I’m emptying, all that tower over my good ass heart and soul.

I fly sky high like hemp be on ya body, stroll

Down the town, I’m gaudy in that shit I wear.

Sports jerseys and shorts, courtesies of Mitchell And Ness, my pitch, you’ll guess correct, my life a change up, I share my rare air wit’ more than just the shoe pair, I do care, and trust, I know these greedy companies profit, off of human cries, stop it, we need to stop it, so as fly as Gucci is, A Hype won’t, do try this, see, tripping over clothing anyway is such stupid moping, bro, touch Earth, much worth ain’t even in ya, no matter what data in ya oathing, we a grain of sand, it sane to hand the people facts cause the steep hill to max out ya style, will still leave a relative-ly unseen smile, life is a beach, and I don’t mean a pussy, I can’t seem to get it anyway, gushy, been a pushy dude who ‘tude beam mushy, but when heart broken I start choking, deep downward spiral, I’m a hero, this is true, but as the sun set, I look at what I amass wit’ the planet, grain of sand, but hey, what be ya goal though? I do the best that I can, man that a full go. I spew to jest, to confess, who on this is me? No one, unique and I peak, on this land I see. Yeah, other lands too, grands through the discovery, but as flawed and marred as this endeavor we, be on, we can fix it, don’t wanna have it see, gone, let’s all unite, mix shit up for the perfect cup of potion, smooth like lotion, sooth the ocean, the stars, the roads of cars, the codes of ours, we can unite it, why fight it? Peace, yes, all of this … if we just Wake Up.

Wake Up (Prod. Sc00T)

Lyrics:

Tales from a fictional killer who knows deep down he needs to change.

Pack a clip in the gun, I’m ripping for fun, I’m back, dipping ya son from this life that begun, so cold, the knife cut hit, it go mold, have it way through ya capillaries, yo, sold! I’m oh so bold, told to make a killing, but they meant save the day, not popping bodies, take my illing, as a weakness, now how can I beat this, I vow what’ll never happen in battle is heat miss. Greatness, that what embody me, fate is, having him shotty thee. As in, ya gaspin’ for more air, mass sin, stuff limbs in the trash bin. Pass grin, but it bluff, through the Timbs and tough, ‘tude, this dude lashin’ out cause doubt is rough, on the heart like, is this really the power? I gotta start like, dart from this silly devour.

And when I say “need”, yes, it’s a “want” … you don’t “need” to do anything … just be prepared for the repercussions then! Okay …

Change My Ways (Prod. Sc00t)

Lyrics:

We’re going ape shit like a fucking gorilla, I be instructing the wheeler, to take me up to my villa, he know wassup, I’m a chiller, we go and sucking this scrilla, up like a vacuum, we iller, cause money the root of evil, does crummy things to us people, plus funny sense of humor, to these devils is spread blood, even leaving a head dead, this shit they trick ya wit’ is like when ya sick of shit, the med plan a scam ran, damn train ran on the citizens, o’vo’ vitamins, and it like a tumor, still growing, until we doing, something ‘bout it, sheep in the herd, absurd doubting that they ain’t outing us as just a way to lust more money plus, deducting they instructing what we need our brain to maintain, we just chickens clucking for more food from the so called higher up’s, could dumb leave them appalled, nah, we need to aspire up’s, get smart, shit, art a way to learn, and this is a platform that swarm those from stern to submissive, take what I say and yearn or be so pissive off, but ya ain’t gon’ shut my mouth. But I’ll go back to wack ass amass for me, while I’ll turn the dial on those who burn and wail. This is blasphemy, sucking the scrilla, up like a vacuum, this is all fine wit’ mine, nah, this is ATTACK, DOOM!

And I have quite a bit of riches, but I still will call out these bitches. Go have fun, watch these so called higher up’s not give a fuck about those that losing lives.

ATTACK / DOOM (Prod. Sc00t)

Lyrics:

You know, I think it’s time, nah fuck it, I know it’s time, yeah. I got the Luck Of The Irish on my side. Haha.

Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.

Luck Of The Irish, got it on my side, like an inner tube, I’m down to ride, I’m a winner dude, I’m a don who glide, pure ethics, joy to the world, each breath gets, passed over every blink of the eye, I could be, half assed over and vary wit’ my reply, some from the heart, some numb and drab, I think I come to start to understand the power of gab, more and more, and also for sure to homage, versus plunder land, take what others make, I vow now to be calmish, on the biting, then again my friend when ya this unique, critique and slighting, is hard to decipher, my God, A Hype so Hyper, the type to strike like a riper viper, I’m the pied piper, this is my tune, fuck it, my wish, it finally came true, Luck Of The Irish.

Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.

Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.

Luck Of The Irish (Intro) (Prod. Sc00t)

Lyrics:

I hear a beat from Sc00t even on mute, cause I know it gon’ be fire already, I share the sweet tooth I have for wordplay, does I flow so steady, bitch, yes this is heady honcho of the team, like Peyton Manning for the Bronco and Colt scheme, the scheme to dream turn reality, win a Super Bowl and yup, the goal came real, plus after this I be the same still, did ya chapter miss? Saying I ain’t all same? Capture this not in a bolt, but rather gather lane, so slow through the gain, the pain, the aim, over time change, over time? Strange, I was just thinking about that TD Drive, Tom Brady lead in it, now I’m the leader, see we live, I’m made to be out the cheater? No, I didn’t do DeflateGate, I’m going B.I.G. like Chris Wallace, the late great, piss all this, get ya shit straight, peeps who creeps up on me now, saying they believe in me, praying A be heaving he, props they way, how you wasn’t there from the dull dark despair, I pull my arc up here, to top dog, just know I must go let you know no matter the money and the funny, that just a crop, smog the real issues, misuse of my brain, I went from a bent scum to rent sum of, yes I can maintain, I love myself now in the mirror, the fruits of my labor are ripe, my love appear (a pear), the roots of my favor, I save ya the long story, in short I sport the love that we need, I breed that strong glory.

Strong Glory (Prod. Sc00t)

vox: @orangj + @aamu
instrumental: @orangj

CYCLE [ORANGJ + AAMU]

vox: @aamufr
instrumental: @aamufr
additional guitar: @orangj

BY YOUR SIDE [AAMU + ORANGJ]

PRODUCED BY AIZEKS

ARTWORK AND MIXING BY BAPPY

FEATURING (IN ORDER):
BAPPY
RUBYRED
IMAGE (DIGIPET)
VIA
ZYBER
7UNA (LAUREL PARK)
ROOTSBBY (BIRUTABOY!)
CZ
AAMU
1END
KYSK
MOBI
TINA
ELLIEBELL
ELAINE CELIA
FRXSTBYTEZ
FIVEFINGERSNOAH
YOUNG MEDIAFIRE
KYSETH
CHAPTERS226
XIONUN
JTHOUSAND
DASHURI
SACREDEER
OZZGLOR
XXEXUSKEROSENE
BANKFLOODMAEBI
QHOSTII
LYSUKA
DIRTYYMONCLER
ORTEUS
SAIDE
LONGLIVEMIR

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aamu - drain freestyle (prod sc00t)

aamu: vox
judah: production + instrumental