PATH [путь]

https://soundcloud.com/lilxelly

prod. ruins

upfront w/ lil xelly

Cellchime Boulevard w/ pro G

art by Adam Martin 
thank you - soap.

Lyrics:
[uh uh] bitch 
Watch me wash em all away 
High but I’m focused 
imma roll up in the whip 
feet up no stress 
Know what I’m gon get 
Had to grow up inna crib 
no role model to show me roses 
had to make it up on my own and listen that’s what made me soap quick 

Huh whatchu know about coming home to the whip crashed 
Was the one that you sat in when you was kids Damn 
Motherfucker been drinking again I’m distant yeah 
Buncha blood all on the carpet where you’d listen 

To cartooon gone soon 
Childhood a monsoon 
Long with rain and all the pain you hit up with “I gotchus” 
Just for them to leave n be scheming all on your last nerve
Bitch now I’m an addict the fact is you fucks can all swerve 

I’m so matter of factly think I’m the pettiest why 
well the problem is always dealing with detriment okay
never having nobody never no fellowship 
All been alone in my tower calling shots and risks 

No gossiping I’m saucin this tomato I don’t want no friends 
I’m bothered by the torment that they dealt out when they had they fix 
They bounced 
So it’s simple bitch on everything “I’m out” 
Ain’t no tournament I’m torn in six, my fortress has found  

.44 know I got something worse that I could evoke 
Oh no 
does he mean it I’m freaking bitch well of course 
It’s soap. Can’t associate with not one of you hoes 
please know code is breaking down barriers before 

I could slide thru raichu 

Revolutionize too 
evolving up daily never mind the change it’s high noon
time to take a shot at the planets before my times thru 
immaculate the fact is this; coming back what defines you

Wiplash [Raichu]

prod. texaco

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZseQkLuLG4

art by Adam Martin 
thank you - soap.

Lyrics:

I lost my semblance of sanity 
all my senses calamity 
All the vanity present just turned into an abyss 
I hold your hand in advance of leave 
only now you would dance wim me 
continuity dragging walking it lead us to this 

I brandish songs in the whip 
they only filter my lips 
When there is words coming out with no rhymes in the mix 
So I could get it guess 
Maybe I ramble too much 
My stomach empty full of everything I don’t need to touch 

It’s Butterflies for my lunch, 
top it off with a dutch 
Green powder I clutch 
Third gear show me love 
burn it down in the first 
If anything I am versed 
In dodging healing me while offering some comforting words 

To loved ones 
If only I had seen it 
from my driveway like where I seen Venus 
Serene for the season 
Soon as the winter come I’m fucked up
Seasonal the freezing coals 
I start giving my lunch up 


Own my own nemesis 
What a burden the presence is 
Burning is everything you gon take it n flip 

That Opportunity gift 
I’m on some “probably, shit”
Like will I make it or go take my life?, 
it matter again 

the math shattering gifts 
You Adding one to the pond 
Before you know it, that shit grown and every other is gone 

We just an army of pawns, 
Who never change for the charts
We Should ashame disregard 
I wrap my brace in the gauze

semblance [music video in desc.]

art by Adam Martin 
thank you - soap.

Lyrics: 

looking like ditraprio 
My past in acid stacking codes 
The Cadillac on silver spokes
A dose of dis just take my tone 

Got green like lichen on this rock 
They see the sightings turn to stop 
Take the Scythe and cyphen writers 
I stay plotting on these drops 

Always with the sulfate 
Burn it down and leave the Hallway
Believe we breathing out in Galway 
Irish boy u toy get all 8 

I’m been owning up to nausea 
Bitch I do it to myself 
Sittin stressing popping problems wish my parents taught me health 

Where they at 
Said they’d react 
We pulled up in the lot roll back 
See who it be, then they turning tail 
The silouhette singing giving me bail 

I told a tale, full of my truth 
No one would listen cept homies in Russia 
Filling my cup up, whip peanut butta 
Used to sit in it with $ix in the summa 



And we would smoke, making them plays
Open up  trunks and send them outer space 
Imma gonna take, all that is mine, 
Cause I been dying 2/3s of my life 

Never relenting I’m a meddling kid 
Metal in pocket, the super villains 
Gona get taste of they poison they flagrance I take it all up give em they medicine

DiTraprio95

art by Adam Martin 
thank you - soap.

Lyrics: 

soap Stay Sanitizing that competition 
And They know im flying when I’m bound to dish it 
in the dawn open DAWs, doors coming with it 
Bossed up in the rawest form kick the distance 

Between you and i
I’m on tulip time 
Bloom steady fuse ready hope you feeling right 
I just feel the cycle go mind a bicycle 
Gears and ice ya know sleep a night alone 


Wish that we did not have to 
But the fact still stands like a statue 
That my stature seen as a bad dude 
Racks bags never mass, might tax you 

shafted after they had antagged you 
I was never tryna be that bad news 
I was never tryna be what I had too 
Feel nothing much now when I laugh oo

really distraught 
Take another look at all of my art 
take another piece of my heart 
Never mind it’s uh uh 
Really what’d be the function 
realize I’m still holding on 
To the summer sun 
reveling in every unsung 
Piece of beauty that I can’t touch 

see it’s all in the past
Really I have been in my bag, 
Never really got it unzipped 
I just been running my lips been running my lips 


but no closed mouths abouta eat 
Take my time wit it give in to the breeze 
Any minute could delete my every effort as a g 
s-o-a-p penning up what i release 
always pent up in a beat 
Got no nemesis they nominees 
For what I’m bouta cook this week 
Seasonal with the heat
put the bass on top with the rice 
And my sight turn red as the lights 
Down in Amsterdam 
y’all been living in a cage popping hamster xans 
I be tripping on a page while I end y’all’s fans 
And they come switch sides 
like the bitch that you cry 
Over every fucking night 
Shit I know what that’s like 
boy you gotta go and step it up
gotta make strives every month 
And I know the shits tough 
Slow days rough weeks healed by the sun 
Conceal What I’m feeling dealing with dubs 

Long for the loss, never double cross 
When potential lost I attend my dawgs 
Remember back when I wrote WALK
Few weeks all in my thoughts 
Cant see what you want 
It was clearly a sign 
tears in a stream flowing from my eyes 
Meet the keyboard need more freedom inside 
Baby I’m bleeding and bleeding my right 
Whoa

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Я ценю тебя
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