The flow is a little bit repetitive but it’s cool

Daily Drops 2

JUMP! (FT. ISSBROKIE) (PROD. D!EPERRY)

Come to in a bathroom tub, waters on, frozen I’m stuck
can't believe I'm here again, broken arms I can't pretend
that it's just normal to be pacing these hospital rooms
tryna search for something but every time I get a little closer, I'm consumed.

wake up, wake up
You’re floating above the sky, you think the clouds are rushing past
you feel like you’re just alive, for once in your life,
but that's just it, it builds up and then you fall upon knives, like what’s up

Worst part of it, I’m just repeating myself over and over and over again
nothing changes; I just stay, try to get up it's too late
set on fire, melted down, regenerated these flames are bound
to soul when I am found, I'll be screaming without a sound

teeth filled with the flesh of another, 
you don’t want all of this, you don’t want to be missed
I see the faces coming forth from the shadows,
they're brewing down to a cyst, they leave my neck tied and twist 

stare down from the edge I can’t breathe
I see death’s stare looking straight into me
He says, If you fall hit the ground; fall apart
I'll pick your little pieces up, but can't fix a broken heart, I loathe

I look up to see that no one is there 
it's just the grey sky that latches, fills me up with despair
I try to reach up, yeah, but no one replies
constantly tearing at my skin just to see if I'm alive

Welcome to hell you said. didn't imagine it'd be like this
gone unfed, can't afford to eat, yea this world is far from bliss
blessed above with dissociation, try to get a grip losing patience
as you push your nails through my hands, flinching back I didn't understand

yeah, there’s no meaning to it; you just enjoyed it
see my face fill with pain, breaking bones to remain
Yeah, to be the one you’ve chosen, my eyes are frozen
on seeing your smile decay, grind me down you betray

and there’s just me, laying in this bedroom alone
and sometimes I hear the noises scratching at the walls they beckon and call
yeah just to see some type of change, they want me to cave so they can control
what's fucking left of this body as I drink myself a hole, and you say

teeth filled with the flesh of another, 
you don’t want all of this, you don’t want to be missed
I see the faces coming forth from the shadows,
they're brewing down to a cyst, they leave my neck tied and twist 

stare down from the edge I can’t breathe
I see death’s stare looking straight into me
He says, If you fall hit the ground; fall apart
I'll pick your little pieces up, but can't fix a broken heart, I loathe

I look up to see that no one is there 
it's just the grey sky that latches, fills me up with despair
I try to reach up, yeah, but no one replies
constantly tearing at my skin just to see if I'm alive

University Telephone Hotline

lightwork!!

prod. @retchmusic

lyrics:

its literally gettinng to the point i dont have to try with this shit anymore lol

certified beat killer, dj ess ill fuck it up
run it up im draining all yo bank call it budget cuts
like fuck wit us and get yo femoral split talkin artery
im in the scene like dexter but the death lookin like art to me
start wit me, im stabbing yo chest like wholeheartedly 
piling up these bills on my arm they just car receipts
spin em quick, lost up in the spiral like hypnotically 
you not a g, you come before me, f all you gotta be
 like damnit
how you callin the advantage
i got killers on the vantage 
and they know they can manage 
they get workin on it
blow yo ass back, really thought that you was twerkin on it 
used to seeing storms-he know that i been murkin on it
slither in this bitch, cold blooded like a serpant wit it
make him end his shit immediately, cold turkey wit it
pop pop, gotta kill em, know i love my gun sounds
blow em up in grams, on the cam, thats a blunt round
this that evil empire but im laughin at yo statements
4 figs on the first check, tell em bank this
i done made that shit through through all the music whats a resume
im typin on the net and puttin in my fuckin debit pay
a milly on the spotify i lookin on the better things
fuck a big check but you owe it get your debtor sprayed
fucked it up enough pass the blade to the next verse 
lil bro fuck it up like that one scene up in dexter bitch

DJ ESS (prod. Retch)

TYPE SHIT!! >:3

mix. @nextapollo
cover. Jakari

Lyrics:

TYPE SHIT (ft. Consey)

ARTIST: ZILLVH
PRODUCER: Cedwood
MIXED: ZILLVH
ARTWORK: ZILLVH


Lyrics:

Hook-
Need my deposit,
I'm tryna make some profit,
Fuck her 'til she nauseous,
I fuck her outta conscious,
Bitch, I made a promise to put diamonds on her body,
Open up that 'rari,
I'm swervin' out the party,
huh
I'm off the Ketamine,
I'm off the Methamphetamines and shit,
Since like '23,
Been searching for a better me and shit,
Bitch, I been under the weather,
So bitch go and grab an umbrella,
Bitch, you is not boutta find someone better,
I'm on my grind and I follow the rhythm.

Verse-
Runnin' the track like a relay race,
I'm blowin' it up like it's muhfuckin D-Day,
If it's a banger, best know i'ma be there,
If I'm on the beat, bitch, I stay undefeated,

If it's a banger, expect me to be on it,
She take my meat and she stay tryna beat on it,
Blade in her gut and that muhfucka bleed on it,
I got the belt wit the L & the V on it.

Hook-
Need my deposit,
I'm tryna make some profit,
Fuck her 'til she nauseous,
I fuck her outta conscious,
Bitch, I made a promise to put diamonds on her body,
Open up that 'rari,
I'm swervin' out the party,
huh
I'm off the Ketamine,
I'm off the Methamphetamines and shit,
Since like '23,
Been searching for a better me and shit,
Bitch, I been under the weather,
So bitch go and grab an umbrella,
Bitch, you is not boutta find someone better,
I'm on my grind and I follow the rhythm.

OUT THE PARTY! (Prod. Cedwood)

ft the man who wants to kill  Soulja Boy https://soundcloud.com/thorne-baker

Scumbag Pack

Scumbag Pack ft. Teenage Disaster

ghost in the glow demo |prod. anticon

Bleeding Aura

just dropping this here cuz the sample, enjoy :D

JENX2 - ON THE GROUND (SUMMIT) [BUCKX2]

ty Nala for doing the open and I'm sorry it took forever to release <3

-lyrics-

[d4nii]
God dammit, I’m feeling manic
Niggas on the block calling me a loose canon
Now I’ma do damage
And when they talking shit, They know I can not stand it
God dammit, I’m feeling manic
Niggas on the block calling me a loose canon
Now I’ma do damage
And when they talking shit, They know I can not stand it

Headshot when I got you in the scope
Or you can kill yourself, Here’s a chair and a rope
Bad bitch, She want dick in her throat
And when I’m all out of options, put the bullets in her dome
Stop talking, You just look dumb
I’ll cut off your tongue, and make you lick your own bum
Budda, Budda, Budda, Budda, Budda Bum
That’s the sound of the drum when the led’s all gone

Niggas killing to look tuff, Bitch I do this shit for fun
Put some shit inside your drink, and you start to feel numb
If they piggyback off me? I’ll Judo throw them to the slums
They below the fucking barrel, feed them to the sharks like chum
You working at Baskin Robins, I don’t want to hear you speak
I will never charge for feats, but if you send over some ass
I’ll hit control alt delete
Beat a nigga to a pulp if he talking back to me
Little nigga, say please, Ay what?
I don’t give a fuck
Bitch I’ll say it with my chest, What the fuck do you want?
You just sound like a slut, get the fuck out of my mentions if you steady piping up
I’ll let the pipe do the talking 
Little nigga what’s up?
Pop out at the party
Pull up with the shotty
Sawed off, Buck Shot, straight to your body
In a heartbeat you’ll be back at the lobby
I’m a fucking menace nigga, nobody can stop me

God dammit, I’m feeling manic
Niggas on the block calling me a loose canon
Now I’ma do damage
And when they talking shit, They know I can not stand it
God dammit, I’m feeling manic
Niggas on the block calling me a loose canon
Now I’ma do damage
And when they talking shit, They know I can not stand it

Headshot when I got you in the scope
Or you can kill yourself, Here’s a chair and a rope
Bad bitch, She want dick in her throat
And when I’m all out of options, put the bullets in her dome
Stop talking, You just look dumb
I’ll cut off your tongue, and make you lick your own bum
Budda, Budda, Budda, Budda, Budda Bum
That’s the sound of the drum when the led’s all gone

[naut]
brrrrrr
yeah the leads all gone
i done empty out the whole box, only killed one
he look like riley out the boondocks, holdin little guns
put a smiley on the ho box, gifted the tongue like that
and i really get tap on a bitch but she inhabitable
all ur shit is laughable
haha
laughin to the bank real fast like rapido
killin ya time i cover the hourglass in red like a damn black widow 

lil bitch yeah i do this shit casually
i aint ass im just asking for adaption to me
just cuz im killin shit dont gotta be an bashful to me
youll end up missin in action like you a casualty 

cuz you dont matter to me
man i been cappin and im rappin internationally 
but i aint cappin cuz im yappin bout it passionately 
look at your salary and eat it like a salad to me 
and then i go and mutilate a bitches anatomy 
lil bitch

[d4nii]
God dammit, I’m feeling manic
Niggas on the block calling me a loose canon
Now I’ma do damage
And when they talking shit, They know I can not stand it
God dammit, I’m feeling manic
Niggas on the block calling me a loose canon
Now I’ma do damage
And when they talking shit, They know I can not stand it

MANIC! w/Slaughternaut [PROD. D4NII]

just so you know 

raw and how it is 

lyrics:

(intro)

ayo 
holon cuz, this drama leavin a bad taste
lemme just hop and this shit and uh
just be direct
ight, reality check
lets go

(verse)

i done told em that they shoulda chose peace
now i gotta close piece that i keep wit me
shit i let it seethe in me
im ready spitting a bullet they coming breezefully
go get ya keys for me, taking your drive if you try to speak to me
they caught a whiff of whos poppin it 
now they coppin it
they see a person made of sticks and really trynna topple it
gobble it (goblet) im sipping my cup with nuthin inside of it
tell em hold still, trynna profit it, model shit
i aint bout talkin shit
but since some some shits talking 
we gon walk and do that talkin shit
i got big pockets aint a follower to knock its shit
cuz nala got they hearts but the naut get shit
think pandora got a door and you been knockin it
(knock knock knock)
bust that, one track tell em all to run fast
on the wrong side, you should question where yo trust at
fun fact anybody trippin bout a thing gettin thumbtacked
put you on a hub ad
you gettin fucked on live
man im lookin for tranquility but guns on mind
like im suicidal
i got a song with brokie, only gave me useless titles
another calling me a goat we go to show recitals
i made my break and people thinkin that is all i was 
im turning rap into a warzone, go and load ya guns
its a not a pole i tote i pulled the notes and let em go
like sekiro, anything you send im splitting it head toe

(closer / chorus)

im not the person to talk about
even as the talk of town
dont leave a trace of body, cept how i chalkl em down
guessed that we traced the buddy, shall we go walk em round
take em to places that nobody talks about 
and noboodys thoughts come out
cept for yours im blowing holes in ya chakra now
really just stop the clownin 
maybe we can just talk it out
my name in they mouth again as soon as my cock come out

(outro)

and they need that
ima keep it simple
i gotta lot of shit to say, about a lotta people
and all is better left unsaid, and i mean all of it
but just know i aint afraid to air it 
keep your motherfuckin mouth shut
hehe, bitch

REALITY CHECK

mic in my hand
my man in the front row
in san fran cuz a bitch just did a sold out show
20 years old they BEEN tryna get at my soul
a trans bitch.
crazy guess that’s just the way life go
teachers would take my sketchbook 
get a school desk thrown
i’m taking notes, y’all just don’t get it cuz y’all don’t do the most 
i’m tryna hop on top a stage, merchandise in a tote
throw it in the crowd n rage to the shit that is wrote
bitch
thats what i’m studyin’
take a bag n double it
thats why they call me “brokie”
cuz rich but still the bummiest
and the scale break whenever that “off the dome money” hits
typa dough could prolly bake the crummiest pie
they want a piece of mine
i know it cuz they ain’t pay me mind
when i was struggling, depressed, n i’mma keep it a dime
i felt good chanting lyrics that i wrote when i’d cry
and seeing homies who ain’t gave a fuck tell me i’m “that guy”
(like bro thats not even the right term)
knew it from the jump
that if i blew this up
the dudes who tried to kick me out the crew’d show up fa blues n bucks
you doin’ dust you thinkin that i’m new to dudes like you i’d blush
i done had a life before this music life
that you’d give up yo bitch for
demonias on my steppers got me 6’4
you’d spend what i invested at the rick store
you had this money you’d prolly find out how to fix more that you break
maybe give more than you take
how to breathe before you can’t 
i give most my shit away 
not for good its just anxiety 
i wish i was a sociopath 
kill anybody trying me
unfortunate they gave this whore a fortune
grocery stores should get
cuz now with all this money, there’s problems too
but we born fa this
i’m happy but confused
cuz the fake ones pokin through
n the real ones turn to few
my family feel some typa way cuz i don’t hand out blues
feel like i’m back in school
nightmares feelin true
but my dreams do too, so fuck it.

ISSBROKIE - POST SHOW FREESTYLE! (prod. shteppi) (throwaway)

yadda yadda yadda ur slobberin on my microphone, move off lil gurl

all this talk abt shit i already know lmao, find a new hobby cuz that mix and self prod thing ur so proud of aint workin out >o<

heres a YOUTUBE BEAT YOU USED to show you youre a hypocrite, and maybe a beat switch just to flex on u teehee

mixed by @ohnoitsrobo

lyrics:

This a cool beat you got here — where’d you get it?
Ooohh yeah, YouTube, You totally didn’t steal this beat, right? Right
Well, I’ll give it to you, girl — you are crazy good at misunderstanding
And word of mouth is something I guess you just ain’t wise around yet
But I’ma teach you. We all good — I won’t eat you
Keep it close, need no beef, dude
I just hope you know you got personal — that’s why I’m beating you

Man, it’s funny who’s trying when beating you
I got big, and it wasn’t off features too
I am evil — that fact (fag) overshadowed. I caught me a bag and built up my catalog
Do ‘em dirty two ways — how I wrap abroad
Serving strawberries on an apple pie
You got whipped thinking you could pressure mine
Turn your top white with these clever lines
You snuffed out
You ain’t scratching my card — yo luck’s out
Typa shit you talking pulling guns out
Real steel get killed like it’s Punch-Out
Rip a lung out — where the breathing?
Taken out like she Liam Neeson
Blow your body down where your knees end
You want exposure? It’s coming indecent
Put you on blast like heat in the seasons
It’s cold now
All these snowflakes chillin’ front my house — need to get a snowplow
Talking ‘bout some light shit? Man, them DMs really looking old now
I been known ‘bout there’s people talking — I just ain’t let ‘em in the know now
Why let all the people know ‘bout
Who’s fake? Who’s gonna blow out?
Yo friends really ain’t who they say they is — I promise it’s a show-out
You sweet as can possibly be
You delusional — you could get awkwardly pieced
Back together? I’m chopping it off from the feet
You look monstrous, God, you awfully seen
This the awfullest scene — how you all full of hollows and green tips
Lookin’ like the Hulk — it’s incredible the scene fits
Someone get you pissy, rip whoever seen fit
You sweeter than Kandi up in those scene fits
And this diss Euphoria — know the sting hits
You ain’t get a break. Now you know it’s king shit
I mean shit — I say fuck you, and add a mean dick
For exclamation, Don’t fuck with me, bitch

I hope you understand now — there’s power in your words, fr
It ain’t just talk

You been lookin’ towards sicker path, Take that walk
I’ll take scrimmage with anyone, but I hate that part
I’m trynna be a peaceful person — and y’all hate that heart
Y’all got a vengeance I can’t capture
I see a canvas and platter with paint — splatter it
‘Cross the face of this game, leave the tray battered
Fuckin’ tattered
The calm is in my body now, ‘cause I’ma get it tatted
I’m a pen addict, You see cracks — I see static
Adjust the top and get b-b-b-back to action
Spit that real rap that you never fuckin’ fathomed
Talk about my girl — I’ll make your dreams come true
I’ll take your Adam’s apple, scoop it out your neck with a spoon
We got a fork in the road when it comes to making this music
Girl, I’m twisted in the Kraft — you just glad to produce it
Mad that I don’t use this shit to promote another group?
Girl, you don’t know what the fuck I’ve been through
I am hurt, I have been betrayed
But there ain’t shit you can say that’s gonna give a bigger pain than your own love-
Missin’ you but spittin’ in your face
Woulda been better if she didn’t love me anyways
But your fallacy?
You don’t understand how peace (piece) can amount to heat
You put a gun to brains — I take they hand to walk around with me
I’m saving lives with music, I’m not talking ‘bout others
I recommend you set the pen down and go hug your mother or sumn

ISSDOKKI OUT HERE SPAZZIN'! (DokkiiV Response)

JENX2 - ON THE MAP

communicate (prod.Eman32x)

BL1CK

addicted to dropping music u like 

the disc !

https://discord.gg/7QuvzQCSxY

pfp. @ kkatamine on twt

TYPE SHIT (ft. Consey)

Slaughternaut

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