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Eastcoast where I leave my corpse
Glock and my heater in the Porsche
Let it pop I don't even leave a choice
He just talk but I leave him no voice

Real shit talk on the beat I dance
'Cause your girl vibin on my stance
You mad but it's no romance
It just happens, I put em in a trance
Sit Back I'm ah mixin' with the Red Bull
Off top if I wanna I could dead you
Bad bitch she a baddie and she dance too
Said I really like your vibe 'cause I sense you

Look at me now I'm off of the map
They wanna get at me
I never react
But if I come back
Then it's a catastrophe
And I'm off the beat
Like I'm off the beat
Like I'm off the beat
Like I'm off the beat
I don't really know what it is
But you really know what it is
So why you off of me?

East coast where I leave my corpse
Glock and my heater in the Porsche
Let it pop I don't even leave a choice
He just talk but I leave him no voice

East coast where I leave my corpse
Glock and my heater in the Porsche
Let it pop I don't even leave a choice
He just talk but I leave him no voice

I'm done with the funny stuff
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm the one that be comin' up
And I get it and double up
And you really don't know what it is and I know that you dumb as fuck
Like how you mad at me?
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy
Like I don't know what they askin' me
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

I'm done with the funny stuff
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm the one that be comin' up

And I get it and double up
And you really don't know what it is and I know that you dumb as fuck

Like how you mad at me?
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy
Like I don't know what they askin' me
Like I don't know what they askin' me

I'm done with the funny stuff
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm the one that be comin' up

And I get it and double up
And you really don't know what it is and I know that you dumb as fuck
Like how you mad at me?
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

Like I don't know what they askin' me

I'm done with the funny stuff
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm the one that be comin' up

And I get it and double up
And you really don't know what it is and I know that you dumb as fuck
Like how you mad at me?
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

Like I don't know what they askin' me
 
You think sometimes I'm a know it all
But if I can do it all, then that's on yall
I'm done with the funny shit
They wanna ride with me 'cause they know I'm makin hits.
Kinda cringey that your tryin to rizz
And you really don't know what the fuck this is, and I know that you dumb as fuck
Like not my fault your life is stuck
And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

Like I don't know what they askin' me

And if you talk on the gang then it's blasphemy

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Dumb AF

Something I have had sitting in a corner for a while and decided to shove it out into the universe. Give me a shout (and a follow) if you like it! Love & Respect. Add this to a playlist, let's get this banger into the clubs :) Thank you!!

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I Live in a Voodoo House

A song about friendship, Me and mi bredda bredda Nitro are always out being too curious and laughing at the outcome. Hope you enjoy, Love & Respect

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"Pope mi bredda! You bring di papers?"
"Nitro… I brought tacos… and 3 ounces in my sock."
“HIGH GRADE BROS TO DI WORLD!”

Me and mi bredda bredda pon a mission,
Buy up di weed like we got a prescription,
Him seh, “Let’s bake brownies,” mi seh “Cool,”
But him bake 12 and nyam 10 like a fool.
Now him stuck inna hammock talkin’ to goat,
Mi laugh so hard, mi nearly choke.
He call 911 seh he seeing star sign,
Dem ask him name—him seh “Bob Marley, online.”

We di High Grade Bros, yeah we blaze and laugh,
From Negril sands to the Cali path.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Up in di clouds where only eagles fly.
High grade mischief, no shame in we game,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

Drive-through customs with a ganja stash,
Mi seh act cool, him start speakin’ fake patwa fast.
Officer look and seh, “What you sayin’, boss?”
Him seh, “Wah gwan mi bredren, mi just passin’ gas.”
Dem pull we over, mi nearly faint,
Dog start sniff, but it’s curry taint.
Turn out it’s fine, dem just hungry bad,
So we gift dem jerk chicken and they call it a ‘pass’.

We di High Grade Bros, yeah we blaze and laugh,
From airport stress to di backyard bath.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Higher than drone pon government spy.
No fear, just cheer, inna haze of flame,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

Split the stash inna flip-flop sole,
Drop a nug inna soup bowl.
Laugh till mi tears overflow,
Him try roll one—burn down him fro!
(Wheel it back, selecta!)

Him seh "Let’s grow some inna backyard scene,"
Plant it right next to mi Granny’s callaloo green.
Now Granny boiling tea from the wrong pot,
Said “Why mi feel irie? This taste hot!”
We apologize, now she blaze every night,
Tell story 'bout Marcus Garvey in flight.
Even mi pastor waan try a draw,
Mi seh “Nah man, yuh stick to Psalms, mi star!”

We di High Grade Bros, nah care bout fame,
From Jamaica beach to Portland Maine.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Lifted like drone weh nuh need no sky.
Ganja warriors, comedy team,
Laugh ‘til we cry like we livin' a dream.
High Grade Bros, big up di name,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

American remind me what we were doing again?
Mi nuh know star... but mi know mi munchies dem serious.
High grade forever!

Pope & Nitro, High Grade Bros

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I'm a handful, no argument. You got two hands tho.

Keep It In the House

Use Both Hands

I Need to Bang Bang

She a Baddie, why you maddy, dont be saddy, she want a DJ Suga Daddy
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She don’t wait, she don’t chase
She just shows up, owns the place
Flash that smile — game erased
Tonight’s menu? Just a taste
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Walkin’ in, glass in hand
Heels like weapons, take the stand
Glow like neon, drip too right
All eyes locked — she's the fight
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No bios, no apps
She get DMs like clapbacks
Got her own, don’t need your tab
She don’t split — she run the tab
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Got those moves, she a baddie
Lookin for that sugar daddy
Shot you down, now you maddy
She not for you, now you saddy
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Gloss lips, sharp wit
Play your ego, then she split
Snap a pic, post that flash
Caption read: “U can't smash.”
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She don’t text, she manifest
Drippin’ flex, no need to guess
Hype in heels, mood’s too petty
She a 10, you just not ready
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Hands in the air when the DJ drops
She don’t pop off — she pops non-stop
Bottle in the air like she pourin’ shade
If the track ain't lit, then she won’t stay
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Got those moves, she a baddie
Lookin for that sugar daddy
Shot you down, now you maddy
She not for you, now you saddy
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She don’t even know your name,
But you saved her pic in vain.
One night — unforgettable
She out your league — alphabetical.
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Got those moves (uh), she a baddie (baddie)
Lookin for that sugar daddy (daddy)
Shot you down (boom), now you maddy (mad?)
She not for you (nah), now you saddy (aww)
She a baddie, she a baddie
Back it up and make it snappy
Don’t come weak, don’t act chatty
If you can’t vibe, she callin' a caddy
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She a baddie... baddie... baddie...
Not your baby... maybe... maybe...
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She don’t wait, she don’t chase
She just shows up, owns the place
Flash that smile — game erased
Tonight’s menu? Just a taste
.
Walkin’ in, glass in hand
Heels like weapons, take the stand
No bios, no apps
She get DMs like clapbacks
Got her own, you just sad
She don’t split — you pay the tab
.
Got those moves, she a baddie
Lookin for that sugar daddy
Shot you down, now you maddy
She not for you, now you saddy
.
Snap a pic, post that flash
Caption read: “U can't smash.”
She don’t text, she manifest
Drippin’ flex, no need to guess
Hype in heels, mood’s too petty
She a 10, you just not ready
.
Hands in the air when the DJ drops
She don’t pop off — she pops non-stop
Bottle in the air like she pourin’ shade
If the track ain't lit, then she won’t stay
.
VIP no wristband needed
You can try may be completed
Got a roster, not a type
Only swipes if the vibe feel right
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Walk past — crowd part like trends
Even security try pretend
She don’t chase, she attract
And she gon’ ghost if you get too attached
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Got those moves, she a baddie
Lookin for that sugar daddy
Shot you down, now you maddy
She not for you, now you saddy
.
Got that strut, she a savage
Broke your heart, that’s just baggage
Catch her once, you can’t grab it
She live rent-free, that’s her magic
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Gloss like armor, words like steel
No refund — she the real deal
Maybe one night not a date
She the type your mom would hate
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She a what? — She a baddie!
She a what? — She a baddie!
Who you callin’? — Not your addy!
Why you mad? — Too damn chatty!
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Got those moves, she a baddie
Lookin for that sugar daddy
Shot you down, now you maddy
She not for you, now you saddy
.
She a vibe, she a habit
Took your night — let you have it
Try to flex? She just laughs it
Baddie mode: no need to mask it

She a Baddie

This is a fun summer song about headed out for a great beach day, everything is vibing.
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Sun creepin' in woke me up this mornin'
Grabbed me a coffee for the brain endorphins
rolled up a bone while a plan was formin'
Been a shit week, got beer by the dozens
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Tossed on some shorts and grabbed the sun-glasses
Messaged the group chat, get up dumb-asses
Headed to the beach, get there before the masses
Theres a show today and I got some passes
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Rollin’ deep, coastin’ easy
Top down, bass-bumpin' breezy
Cooler full, vibe stayin’ steezy
This right here—yeah, this the real me
.
Cooler stacked heavy, ice-cold remedies
Playlist thumpin', 90's melodies
Convertible open, ridin' slow steadily
No room for stress, vibin' medically
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Buds rolled tight, got 'em lookin' like Cubans
Bass hittin' harder than a fight by Hadouken
Summer day cruisin', good times exclusive
Life feels great, negativity's useless
.
Rollin’ deep, coastin’ easy
Top down, bass-bumpin' breezy
Cooler full, vibe stayin’ steezy
This right here—yeah, this the real me
.
Feet hit the sand, got a beer can poppin'
High tide rollin', party ain't stoppin'
Sunblock smearin', bassline droppin'
Friends talk shit but the love stays locked in
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Pass me a brew, pass back the good green
Crowd pullin' up, best view on the scene
Palm trees swayin', life like a daydream
Nothin' matters now but the crew and sunscreen
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Rollin’ deep, coastin’ easy
Top down, bass-bumpin' breezy
Cooler full, vibe stayin’ steezy
This right here—yeah, this the real me

Rollin’ Deep, Coastin’ Easy

Sometimes intrusive thoughts get the better of me. I deal with PTSD and am just trying to describe what its like for me. Writing music helps. Hope this vibes with others. Love & respect as usual :)
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I try so damn hard
to keep out ahead of it
but these thoughts
they get stuck in my head
quite a bit
.
Hi guys
are you doing alright
its kinda Bad sometimes
are you sleeping at night
.
sometimes you need
to go pop a xanny
if that doesnt do it
just smoke more canny
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I try so damn hard
to keep out ahead of it
but these thoughts
they get stuck in my head
quite a bit
.
Hey friends
you feelin' okay?
are there clouds in your mind
that won't fade away
the clock ticking slow
we're all wide awake
.
the harder I try
the more that it takes
sometimes you crave
a little relief
I just cant relax
intrusive. thoughts.
are just down. so deep
.
I try so damn hard
to keep out ahead of it
but these thoughts
they get stuck in my head
quite a bit
.
I just need a break
an emotional distraction
it's all mixed together
no context for action
I just need a break
an emotional distraction
it's all mixed together
no context for action
.
I try so damn hard
to keep out ahead of it
but these thoughts
they get stuck in my head
quite a bit

Intrusive Thoughts (PTSD)

Sometimes, I need the whole speedometer
Try to act normal, but I feel out of order
Doc says, “Boy, you need a big dose of Adderall”
But I don’t wanna — don’t want the chemicals, no not at all ah
“Well here you go then, just pop some Ritalin”
But why do I have to? It doesn’t help me fittin’ in
Can I just take some puffs from my old friend Mary Jane?
Drink some more coffee, kinda seems to help my brain?
.
“Well, that’s not acceptable. You must take these medicals”
"Stimulants are safe now, not theoretical"
But doc, I’m alive in my own kind of flow
I just think too loud, too fast, too whoa
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They want me level, they want me still
But I think like a rocket while yall just sit still
I ain’t defective — just differently wired
Not sick, or crazy, not mentally mired?
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I need the whole speedometer
Not your slow-lane formula
My thoughts may run wild in a different direction
But Im usually right, if you stop for inspection
I dont like sedation, your mental castration
Im just spacial and think in different directions
My dopamine levels are needed some feedin
I cant live like this, with my neurons not speedin?
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I’m the best. even with procrastination
I can knock it all out with no trepidation
Spaghetti thoughts? I call it divine intervention
I put things together from another dimension
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They want me focused, they want me neat
But I remix rhythm with restless feet
Call it disorder, call it a flaw
I call it freedom with no set law
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I need the whole speedometer
Not your boxed-in monitor
No silence switch, I won’t comply
I fly best when I amplify
Keep your dose and clinical gaze
I thrive on sparks and sideways days
So let me race — don’t try to mend
I’m not a problem. Im really a friend
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My brain ain’t broken, it's just...fast
And life is better when I don’t come in last
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I need the whole speedometer
Throttle wide, no governor
Maybe I miss things, maybe I stall
But I see patterns you don’t see at all
Neurodivergent? Nah bro, neuro spicey
wait, what did you say, my memory is dicey.
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I got all the A.D.H.D, maybe you are kinda like me
It's ok, just no one gets us, always restless might lose focus
Just chill out a little about me going fast, you being slow is a pain in the ass
Self medication brain Vacation (cation cation cation cation)

Lessons in ADHD

I got ADHD, PTSD,
Oh yeah — with a nice slice of OCD
My mind needs a vacay,
Mental health sick day
More or less treading water,
But mostly doing okay
Please, no medication,
It’s like mental radiation
Scrollin’ my phone for dopamine,
Avoiding inboxes, staying unseen

Woke up from a panic dream,
Chased by a barista with laser beams
Counted backwards from now to then,
Just over here trying to find my zen
Need a coffee, mind’s a maze,
Been replaying the same three days
Tidy desk but a scrambled brain,
Sky looks dry but it feels like rain
Laugh through static, dodge the panic —
Neuro-spicy, still charismatic

Tried meditation — just made me twitch,
Head full of tabs and a glitchy glitch
Therapist nods, writes down “unique,”
I change the subject, shift my feet
Can’t sit still, but I’m frozen tightly,
Mind like Vegas — noise and pretty lighties
Start ten things, then start ten more,
Deep dive thoughts, then hit the floor
Stared at a spoon for way too long,
Forgot the task… but wrote this song

I got ADHD, PTSD,
Oh yeah — with a nice slice of OCD
My mind needs a vacay,
Mental health sick day
More or less treading water,
But mostly doing okay
Please, no medication,
It’s like mental radiation
Scrollin’ my phone for dopamine,
Avoiding inboxes, staying unseen
But that’s my vibe you're tryin’ to kill
Affect suppression? Leads to depression.
Slowing me down just feels like regression

Why the fuck am I standing in this parking lot?

I got ADHD, PTSD,
Oh yeah — with a nice slice of OCD
My mind needs a vacay,
Mental health sick day
More or less treading water,
But mostly doing okay
Please, no medication,
It’s like mental radiation
Scrollin’ my phone dopamine,
Avoiding inboxes, staying unseen

D is for Dopamine

Hot & Dirty club banger for a Friday night

Brain Candy

Bippity boppity, Hippity Hoppity, Zippity Zappity, no one's stoppin’ me.

Bippity Boppity

💀 Wild & Feral – The Anti-Social Anthem You Didn’t Know You Needed 🐺
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Check out the music video! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XN89OaLOaec 
Are we even built for society anymore?
Wild & Feral is the darkly funny, house anthem for the stay-home tribe. If you've ever skipped the party, dodged the text, or ghosted reality just to chill with your own weird self… this track is your soul’s soundtrack.

🔥 Thumping beat meets witty existential dread.
🐾 For the introverts, outcasts, over-thinkers, and late-night kitchen ravers.
📡 Hit play, drop out, vibe hard.

🔔 Follow me for more dancefloor philosophy & beat-driven rebellion.
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Wild & Feral

Upbeat high-energy Disco Bop House track, enjoy the vibes fam!

I'm a Juggernaut

Tech house, incorporating some stereo separation effects, high energy, lots of audio 🍬 effects. Great ride all the way to the end. Love & Respect fam

Slipin' & Slidin'

Fun house track about having the best time no matter what

Hot Mess

Fun tech house track made for dancing at midnight, watch out for Solomon Grundy. Music Video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oI3SZRupm9s

Solomon Grundy

I like making House tracks and am playing around with the 70's era disco vibe in that setting, Let me know what you think, Love & Respect to the fans!

Shiny Things

Final track on the Album Shiny Things
https://soundpope.bandcamp.com/album/shiny-things

Party People

I just try to be the best me, that I can be. Love & Respect

The Best Me There Ever Was

Gen-X misfit. Chief Vibe Officer. Story Teller. Bulldog wrangler. Songwriter. Lover of music. Arguably a lyrical genius making hip-hop House magic. Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In My Lane. Focused. Flourishing. Bringing the Boom Bap. Show some love and add me to a playlist! Follow me on Bandcamp for the latest releases! https://soundpope.bandcamp.com/

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DJ-Pope The Pope of Sound