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Finest Skillz & Anno Domini Beats - All Wrong feat. Tash (Tha Liks)
Beat by Anno Domini Beats 
Lyrics by Tash & Finest Skillz 
Produced by Thore Jacob 
Distribution by 3.Stock Record 
Monstarsound 2023
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All Wrong

Finest Skillz & Anno Domini Beats - All Wrong Feat. Tash (Tha Liks)

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She's out of this world
At first I was bout It, til I was doubting this girl
Would stoop for me,
Stupidly
I friend zoned myself so I'd have my respect before her rejection would screw with me
I knew It'd be something I have to accept
She was the last of the best 
At first she gave Me a chance
Until she learned how worthless I am
It hurts, she would not get it at all 
her head was too large
She should not be more pretentious 
She said it: she valued her small modeling career Over my dead body
Which I bottled my fear
Of  not being good enough
I should have loved my self more
And valued her less
How Dare I bothered to get my hopes high off of my chest 
Because she  swore she's so wise and a nerd like me sure she doesn't hurt like me  acting like she's too good for  me would that be better than if she continued to leave me put on seen
She hurt my dreams cause she's young and hot
Look at me, what the fuck I got?
Wasn't much but my hopes high
I know  I'ma hypocrite
So I turned down others that were
Worse than myself otherwise I know why they probably feel the pain I had felt with this little bitch
Do I have the right to be like any part of this after artemis? hurts my pride, her future's bright, 
She used me like 
She's too good for me
I heard she's right
I used to like 
Angels like her
I'm sure I still do
Not like her rejection
This poor investment will leave me dead

 
I saw her rubbing up with a sugar daddy, it hurts badly she could have had me
Together, not hurt
For whatever it's worth 
I can't do better but, forget her it hurts. 
I'll forget her memory except to work on a better me 
To get my own trophy wife  I know be like her but, not because we'll never be. 
I need one after this b like the  letter c me
I don't do freebies 
I work for my worth and for any to need me
I gotta lot to do so they won't tease me
For Wanting more, so what she's not a whore  she got more self respect makes me want it more but I can not afford 
Much more than the dollar store oh poor me
I need Medicaid for my heart of course she got it sore. 
I know myself it helps I am not a 4
If ima 7 she's a 9
Worth more than my time
She's after the money 
It's not funny or fine
Whatever, I'll grind and get her off of my mind 
As I talk to a 7.5
Recognizing my league 
Accepting that she's too pretentious for me
The best I can do is write my hurt and help others rejected like me. 




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She's too good for me dcad1.wav

English:
🌑 He is MAGO.
When night falls, every beat becomes a spell, every verse a ritual.
In the trap underground, no one touches what he creates — music is a weapon, shadows are his territory, and the revolution is born in darkness. 777
The impossible bows to the power of his magic.
/
Português:
🌑 Ele é o MAGO.
Quando a noite cai, cada batida se transforma em feitiço, cada verso em ritual.
No Trap Underground, ninguém toca o que ele cria. Música é arma, sombras são território, e a revolução nasce na escuridão. 777
O impossível se curva diante do poder de sua magia. REBELIÃO COMEÇOU! 🔥🧙‍♂️ O Jovem Mago descobriu seus poderes secretos da mistura da escuridão e luz.

MAGO 🧙

Spill my Heart is the start of a fire that can’t be put out. Tap in for more

Spill My Heart

Jay BlvckLion - fuck you gonna do

"Prophecy" - Finalized Version
[HOOK]
Lines I write them down, Right here, right now, But this ahead of the curve— Give it a year, Might read like prophecy. Might not still be here, Too many voices never get heard.
[VERSE 1]
Every track, a map for this age, Documenting our hypocrisy, Broadcasting from inside the cage. Reality ain't consensus— The 1% controlling the narrative, Sounds more like hierarchy.
It ain't meritocracy when it ain't based on merit, Just good PR for the oligarchy, Keeps people hoping, not despairing.
Their standard protocol: blood libel— Poison the masses, Throw 'em to the wolves, Then hold the prey liable.
If you survive, they still drain your veins. If you try to prove their fangs Left the scars and open wounds That's threatening your life— They make YOU pay for the pain.
[HOOK]
Lines I write them down, Right here, right now, But this ahead of the curve— Give it a year, Might read like prophecy. Might not still be here, Too many voices never get heard.
[VERSE 2]
Got the matching dental records, Internal documents stating intent and neglect, Video of the atrocity, Stone cold killer captured—
But they already hedged their bets, Bought the damn court, Dismissed the case. Now you paying them for their theft.
"It's your fault for being so sweet, We couldn't help ourselves, Just trying to eat. This is for your benefit."
Eat me, bitch.
[VERSE 3 - Intensity builds]
Teach me how you commit crimes against humanity Without consequences. Show me what they did to you—
This is an acquired taste, isn't natural, it’s a twisted accomplishment. Compulsively reliving what they did to you. That why there's nothing left? Still digesting in your parent's tomb?
Feed me, snitch. Every word you speak, you tell on yourself. Devoid of empathy and care for others Means the only thing you can imagine is yourself. When you speak, incapable of speaking for anyone else.

[HOOK - Modified]
Lines I write them down, Right here, right now, But this ahead of the curve— Give it a year, Might read like prophecy. Might not be picking me out your teeth, Might be being fed to the sheep When they realize you've always been a rat, A phony, a leech— Been found out. 
Just cause you ain’t see it before don’t mean
You the only one flashing teeth,
Never had reasons to smile before,
Now we off the leash.

[VERSE 4]
This ain't a game you really play— Y'all don't take real risks anyway, Can't play fair.
Gods don't play, They lobby, they use dark money, Make insider trades, Make stealing candy from a baby Look like being a saint.
They try to steal their souls— They are fucking depraved. What more is there to say?
[VERSE 5 - Final build]
Make paintings in poetry, I know when I begin It'll never be the same.
You talk in trillions, In power and hunger games— Can't predict it, just simulate.
Binary, disguised— It's not 0, it's 1, Still only see in black and white, Performing nuance But can't break the boundary.
You just a sign, not a symbol— What you see is what you get, Ain't nothing more to be found.
[OUTRO - Spoken/half-time]
Lines I write them down... Right here, right now... Give it a year... Might read like prophecy.

Eat Me[Explicit]

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