DISNEY [W/ HYBRID X KOKO] [PROD. NXTTY]

RAW [PROD. NXTTY]

DONT LOVE ME [PROD. SLXWLY]

i treat writing raps like im programming apps im coding shit,
i could try some acid or some xanax (facts) or both of them
i can handle tabs i see the bandersnatch encroachin in
pull the panels back i know you cant hold back but dont give in 
all of my synapses turned to candle wax, i slowly swim
pray my mind relax i've learned it cant, alas i roll the spliff  ..................................................
smoke a santa sack, the future and the past the only gifts 
oh yeah and the gab, aint no one hand me that i chose the shit
i wrote this and established im the man who have the coldest spit
brought mo than zips of gas you match with grams how we gon smoke this shit
sammy sosa shit got so much dope im going home with it
hardest known to spit i had a boner when i wrote this shit
pop up on ya bitch n lay it on her she wan hold this dick 
she say holy shit, i already told her get ahold of it  
she got explosiveness, she like a soldier, shawty blowing shit 
boomers show me shit thats in my soul n im decoding it


i treat writing raps like im programming apps im coding shit
i only drop the coldest shit dont cap then tryn j cole the shit
ion hit bongs noo more these spliffs just happen to be what im smoking with
nectar hits my throat is itchy dabbin so im sposed to get
mega blitzed but no i sit and ask where went my oldest friend 
cannabis he never visits tolerance is holding him
ignorance is evident i obviously should slow a bit
call yo local city politicians you dont know them bitches
if you did who gives a shit they literally dont control the shit
you listening but bitch im blossoming your flow is growing thin
my issue is with them who talking and they know they dont do shit
the distance is too vast from yall i get in my bag of flows and spit,
shit bounce like dribblin basketballs, you get it i have control of it 
im on the ritalin after all give a riddle to yall like a troll on a bridge 
duetti hit me for the masters im in a pickle so i ardy sold the shit
ill spend it on slinging the hash wit scotty i slash the profit we both get rich

when i be writing raps i get so technical, the flow is sick
i be boasting shit ill get a technical my coach is pissedx
could barely hold this bitch i call it tekken cuz the pole got kick 
they always told the kid but he's a skeptic he don't know the risk 
yall so comatose just keep on resting, youll get woke with this
im tryna blow ill go and get arrested yall repost the pic 
shawty a hoe he know that shit he stressing n dont wan post the bitch
my bitch pose she know she thick, she better than yo's this hoe's a glitch

i treat writing raps like im programming apps im coding shit,
i could try some acid or some xanax (facts) or both of them
i can handle tabs i see the bandersnatch encroachin in
pull the panels back i know you cant hold back but dont give in 
all of my synapses turned to candle wax, i slowly swim
pray my mind relax i've learned it cant, alas i roll the spliff  
smoke a santa sack, the future and the past the only gifts 
oh yeah and the gab, aint no one hand me that i chose the shit

BANDERSNATCH [PROD. NXTTY]

RETURN OF THE SLUDGE [PROD @DIEPERRY]

BLACK LUNGS (FT. JENX2) (PROD. BUCKX2)

BUSS! (PROD. BUCKX2)

there's a lot that isn't right wit me
nobody hear my words, not for the life of me
spitefully, i grab this fuckin mic, they got no stripes to me
yo shit is not that nice to me, its guttin like a knife in me 
you could try yo fuckin best, its not enough
so now i couldn't give a fuck about no set, just run it up
i leave you people to the rest, no longer care bout puffin up
my chest, you bitches couldn't test me, in this shit im number one
y'all fuckin gassed him, now just look at what hes done
like how the fuck they pass me, but aint ever sounded tough
wipin shit like vaseline, they movin round the cut
now if you movin out too passively, get treated like a runt
let me talk my shit, too much, and imma air it out
cuz i don't got much left, up in this bitch to care about
i don't see them mothafuckas sharin now
so you can keep the trash, you bitches steady blarin out
run a different grind, and everytime i wouldn't see the funds
only thing thas mine , is all my time, and i don't need the fuss
why these bitches think they fine enough for me to fuck, 
hold the fuckin line, who wanna mind inside my scene, its up
every fuckin time i chase the bred, i feel like nevermind
please just stay away, im on a plane, and i dont ever fly
you don't got the answer, sway, i promise you could never find
so please just mind ya manners, if you think that you a friend of mine
i just smoked the last fuckin gram, and now the plug dry 
so now you know im pissed, don't even bother tryna come by
whatever that you like, im hatin, i don't give a fuck why
unless you got a j, then we can smoke it, and get dumb high
rappin wit intention, like the track itself a sigil
better walk wit high discretion, or yo life is sacrifical
if you keep on talkin shit, i'll light yo candle at the vigil
woulda thought his name was malcom, how i popped him in the middle
of his mothafuckin forehead
run up on me bro, and you gon end up makin your bed
hazardous the flow, i leave you bitches eatin more lead
atomic on the notes, i got the code right to the warhead
i keep sweatin through this pain, i won't forget
all them mothafuckin people, and came around, and they left
right, and i guess its all my fault, i never kept up
fight, for my reasons, and my flaws, i hold my head up

No, I'm Not A Rapper. [dreey]

AIM HIGH ! [PROD @DIEPERRY]

Lyrics:
There’s no other option, if I fall then I’ll crawl
Baby I’m out of responses, no I don’t wanna talk
All that trauma we got stay constant, and I know it’s my fault
I gotta keep my head high with, all the drugs in my vault
Crawl, crawl, crawl to my grave
I Crawl, crawl, I pray that I’m saved
All these skeletons I had to bury them
It started to weigh my shoulders way too much
It started getting tough
What have I become went from asking for help
To being so content with being numb
Still, I’m better than my former self
Now I get it though
But it’s too late, it’s been months
And the therapy I get helps me confront
But the trauma ain’t undone
I didn’t do enough
I didn’t show you love
Baby I think it’s better that you run
I fucked another one up
No way will never revert to my old ways
I don’t know how much more I can take
I’m so sick of feeling dismay
There’s no other option, if I fall then I’ll crawl
Baby I’m out of responses, no I don’t wanna talk
All that trauma we got stay constant, and I know it’s my fault
I gotta keep my head high with, all the drugs in my vault
Crawl, crawl, crawl to my grave
I Crawl, crawl, I pray that I’m saved
Tombstones surrounding my body
My shoe soles is cursed and they haunted
It’s too cold, no help and no solace
You got a new phone, but you still cursed with my knowledge 
Better watch who you been walking on
Lets just stop while we ahead and drop it all
All the while, I still try and watch it fall
All the time I spent, the doors tried knocking on
And nobody answered me
I’m in hell, why aren’t you pleased
Can we just finally agree
Man I really beg and plead
There’s no other option, if I fall then I’ll crawl
Baby I’m out of responses, no I don’t wanna talk
All that trauma we got stay constant, and I know it’s my fault
I gotta keep my head high with, all the drugs in my vault
Crawl, crawl, crawl to my grave
I Crawl, crawl, I pray that I’m saved

Produced By: Prod Saint Mike
Vocals Mixed By: @Ominvs
Cover Art: @Ominvs

Tombstones (Prod. Saint Mike)

BLXDESMITH - NAMEDROPPED (PROD. 7TEEN)

save our souls / sons of socrates ☯︎

let him that would move the world first move himself

DISNEY [W/ HYBRID X KOKO] [PROD. NXTTY]

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