calling

Been

tHe cOnTrAcT, featuring BRIYUMS

Lyrics;
BRIYUMS Verse;
lemme get hit, uh
in the beat just like some pussy
i be tearing it up
to the people that fuck with i'm saying this once
put distractions to the side
and the deed gets done
if you try to question why
is what you deem is fun
too many fucking times
that you chiefed this blunt
bitch you lucky that i'm high
i dont give no fucks, uh
time to get too turnt in this club
on tuesday, eugh
too focused on the now
to care what you say, eugh
i'm just steady fucking records up, Usain bolt
all baddies in my clique, we hella juicy, umm
bet you wanna taste,
first wipe that sorry ass look of your face
next don't ever think to look my way
you ain't got enough badges to fuck with my rank, aye
too lit i leveled up my range
gemstones fall out my pocket when im walking bank
swear its magic im finessing
on yo block bitch im big steppin'
knock knock knock like im rich stephens
i'm a 10 and your, mid range
how the fuck is your swag emanating bitch made
its no wonder that your leaving me with distaste
imma cut rhyme short cause your a disgrace.

TCA'S Verse;
I promised you a contract
Come with some honest contact
Filling the track with fly bars
When everyone else focused on the cars
Had a knack for smacking fakes for what they lacks
Pulling up with macs giving livid mother-fucks heart attacks
These the type of rhymes you find in constellations of stars
And the type of person you find with congregations of scars
And the type of boy that'll run ya pack then strap it back to your back, rack spent
And the type if the boy pull up, other guys will be wondering where their stacks went
They'll shoot the shot of come-back but will miss like shaq at the free throw
So know it's a low blow for the no show's who over-dose on NoDoz
Spitting out of this world work, operations on Mars
A boy got three instrumentals for one song, variations of guitars
This aint a song, this lyrical abuse, leaving these tracks in blues and blacks
It's cynical, no typical Booster packs
These raps feel more like soul negotiations of ours
These trees around me feel more like distractions to my limitations of my finest regards.

contract (ft BRIYUMS)

three times four
Chorus;
It leads to the three times four knocking at your door
With no way to turn back, or slip through the crack,
It leads to the three times four knocking at your door
With no way to turn back, or slip through the crack.


Verse; 
Be careful who you call ya friend
It could easily lead to your end
They'll bend and weave for the trend
They'll try to take ya bands to spend
Some girls using rich men to mend
So i recommend to pretend to not notice em, defend ya heart
Protect what you value, that includes ya art
Cause labels been robbing us since the start
Select what you tear apart because it's smart to burn some bridges
But see these labels do anything for the riches
Even if it means throwing you under the bus and crushing your head against the ridges
Stacked fridges is what it means,
As syringes get shoved in ya arms
It's the charm, it asks a fund and turns off alarms
like teddy bund
But then the crimes leave em in stunned
Forcing faces in the mud, it's one of the worst cases, but the case is
It de-faces, with body traces, the trace is, leading to the spaces where the base is.


Chorus;
It leads to the three times four knocking at your door
With no way to turn back, or slip through the crack,
It leads to the three times four knocking at your door
With no way to turn back, or slip through the crack.

three times four

contract;
BRIYUMS Verse;
lemme get hit, uh
in the beat just like some pussy
i be tearing it up
to the people that fuck with i'm saying this once
put distractions to the side
and the deed gets done
if you try to question why
is what you deem is fun
too many fucking times
that you chiefed this blunt
bitch you lucky that i'm high
i dont give no fucks, uh
time to get too turnt in this club
on tuesday, eugh
too focused on the now
to care what you say, eugh
i'm just steady fucking records up, Usain bolt
all baddies in my clique, we hella juicy, umm
bet you wanna taste,
first wipe that sorry ass look of your face
next don't ever think to look my way
you ain't got enough badges to fuck with my rank, aye
too lit i leveled up my range
gemstones fall out my pocket when im walking bank
swear its magic im finessing
on yo block bitch im big steppin'
knock knock knock like im rich stephens
i'm a 10 and your, mid range
how the fuck is your swag emanating bitch made
its no wonder that your leaving me with distaste
imma cut rhyme short cause your a disgrace.

TCA'S Verse;
I promised you a contract
Come with some honest contact
Filling the track with fly bars
When everyone else focused on the cars
Had a knack for smacking fakes for what they lacks
Pulling up with macs giving livid mother-fucks heart attacks
These the type of rhymes you find in constellations of stars
And the type of person you find with congregations of scars
And the type of boy that'll run ya pack then strap it back to your back, rack spent
And the type if the boy pull up, other guys will be wondering where their stacks went
They'll shoot the shot of come-back but will miss like shaq at the free throw
So know it's a low blow for the no show's who over-dose on NoDoz
Spitting out of this world work, operations on Mars
A boy got three instrumentals for one song, variations of guitars
This aint a song, this lyrical abuse, leaving these tracks in blues and blacks
It's cynical, no typical Booster packs
These raps feel more like soul negotiations of ours
These trees around me feel more like distractions to my limitations of my finest regards.

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pink tinted lips
Verse 1;
That night I found you safe and warm
Far from the forsaken farm you swore to deform
When your around words are hard to form
I know it aint the norm, but your perfect in form when you inform
Take you back to the imaginary dorm, so you dont get lost in the storm.


Chorus;
Your the judge,
with those pink tinted lips, 
Your the judge,
with those pink tinted lips.


Verse 2;
Lets make this feeling last
Lets put our demons in the past
And turn up lifes contrast
I know your hopes flee fast
But that doesnt mean you need to wear that mask.


Chorus;
Your the judge,
with those pink tinted lips, ouhh
Your the judge, ohh
with those pink tinted lips.


Verse 3; 
We have our problems, but doubt aint no way to solve one
See i'd kill for you, and all i'd ask is for you to hide my gun
Even if i was on the run, i'd still make sure your having fun
And if the sun never sets on my commitments i'll have to die knowing it's not done
three-one-one (three-one-one)
three-one-one (three-one-one)
three-one-one (three-one-one)
three-one-one (three-one-one)
three-one-one.

pink tinted lips

grain (Instrumental interlude)

welcome (Instrumental intro)

lord, I know im late 
Verse;
Lord, i know im late 
Lord, i know I’ve filled myself with hate
Lord, i've found the way to faith
And ever since then lord, i've been feeling great
Im knocking at the gate kinda late, i'll let it dictate my fate
Im docking the weight of my minds slate or interstate, since i've found no one to relate, 
Im dropping sound asleep to sweep my monsters away, been fighting it all day, night and morning,
Im flocking, flying high then hunters on the grounds shoot up, 
popping rounds, gun wielding wanderers, it leads to flopping out the air
And falling out of the clouds and getting trapped on a snare
I dont know if one could claim this is any-way fair.


Chorus;
I dont wanna go like this..
I dont wanna go like this..
I dont wanna go like this..
I dont wanna go like this..
I dont wanna miss..

lord, i know im late

Verse;
Shadows of evil
We all walk this earth knowing we feeble
Life sometimes feels hella shallow, so i find worth in this rap for the people
Life sometimes is sour like diesel, it's lethal
It's a suicide mission of retrieval
And if you get caught? grab arm needle, threw aside, torture medieval
Debone your cerebral, damage not repairable
Deep groan of the grown when you stand alone
Words of choice, listen to the parable
Chose wisely who you trust closely, hand shown
The questions might not be bearable
Watch who the crew texting, demand the phone
We're making it home.

shadows

looking for a vocalist (of any kind, rapper, singer, etc.) to hop on one of my instrumentals (free of charge), dm if interested.


Welcome to the show

Shiz to know
DJ DarkidE is for instrumental only tracks
TCA (the coroner’s assistant) is for rapping.

If It I heart one of my songs I consider it one of my best.

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