These are songs that got lost in the cracks

Here they are together again for your enjoyment

Shoutouts
@sxnsxi1313
@blackheartblasian
@gallongang (Phar.Child)
@rosaeofficial
@jfitzisdik (Cazpar Darksyde)
@trevtheguwap
@joetheintellectual
@sugar-tastic

LATELY | prod yung forest

$TEP DADDY | prod Phar.Child

Rest in Peace to Daniel Dumile AKA MF Doom AKA Metal Face AKA Zev Love X.... 
Shouts-out to 7L and Esoteric and Inspectah Deck and everyone else involved with Czarface. Ya'll are Underground hip hop legends to me. 
For the rest of ya'll on this page, here's the next installment of Just Some Bars.... Enjoi.

"Play stupid games with me, well know I play to win
Think it’s all a game, hommie I snuck the bangers in
Talked to the doc on the phone, she wears my patience thin
Fuck these headphones, what I’m always getting tangled in
I’m done going to parties, I just might catch a body
Keep talking loudly and roudy, end up right side of a homi
I’m trying to tell you homie, speak nicely or mute it all
Keep up that clowning shit turn parties to funerals
Function full of jocks in walks lil $chool $hooter
All that cockiness cause ya coffin I copped a new ruger
Dick measuring contest better get a new ruler
Cause this stick I got is longer than two rulers
Boulders on my shoulders don’t know how I’m holding em up
Life got me stonefaced and stoic af
I was tryna kill myself 10 years ago
Now tears don’t roll down my face it’s just fear and loathing
Trying not to breathe while sniffin a mirror full of some of the purest blow
Skiing down the slopes of life, I don’t fear the snow
I just see the bunnies ahead and think to myself,”here we go”
But I hear em all, they said,"FUCK SPENCER LEE, THAT MF AiN’T SHiT
HiS FUCKiN NAME SPENCE"
Well, I’ve changed my name since, now you can call me L
Not the Devil’s son, but i used to fall in hell
Back in them bad days, I’d just say that all is well
Till I sparked that good shit, and all my demons caught the smell
On my way to death, you and your homies can come along as well
God’s devil, tend to talk my shit until we all rebel
Rest in peace to Dumile
Recipe for uzi spray
Ready for the new decay
Resin smoking thru the day
Sometimes I wish I was Tyler and I dream that I’m Rocky
In real life I am time, and how you feel when you cocky
Raw confidence personified
A lot of y’all are lost inside
This game I played it until the console died pocket sized 
handhelds, held hands with death
Flow dope as bolos like I inhaled grams of meth till I’m breathless 
I’m going postal, you didn’t get the message? I shot my mail man with techs
I’m in hell with the best of the best
You gotta S on ya chest? I’ll put ya vest to the test
Rest in peace Heath Ledger, I laugh like Joaquin Pheonix
Squeeze shots I don’t recommend you watch if you be squeamish 
Funkytown villian, word up to Mayor West
Play with my Peeps, the nation’ll leave you layed to rest
Get sprayed to death for claiming that Edgy gang ain’t the best
Layman’s tend to think they’re dope, but they lame like the rest"

Just Some Bars Pt. 1 Vol. 2 | Don't Spoil It Remix

Lately life has been full of nothing but growing, learning, and awkward moments. Enjoi.

This ep is filled with beats I liked and found unique, so I chose to do something with them
Producers are as follows
Madlib
Dâm-Funk
Flying Lotus
ae beats

Drunk Pissa | Wingz remix | prod Dâm-Funk

Through turmoil and grief, here is the next installment of Just Some Bars. Enjoi.


“I wanna die, I don’t give a shit
Load the chamber, hold it to my head if my finger slips,
The trigger clicks, blast my brains all on the wallpaper
They’ll tell you that they love you but they all haters
And hatred’s a sickness that’s contagious
This rat race is rigged you play and think you winning till you see all the people placed in prisons and cages
I tell myself I’ll flip the whole page and make history change this
But instead I get drunk losing faith in myself thinking that I ain’t shit
I know that I ain’t nuthin but a drunk to you momma
Shoulda put down the bottle and tried just simply loving you momma
I know Imma bum to you momma, and you don’t trust in me momma
And when I tell you this you gon tell me it’s nothing but momma
I can’t tell when you lying, sorry but I know you too well
So imma bounce, pack up two bags, and roll a few L’s
Ready to leave, everything be, heavy on me, maybe I’m weak, or just a B-I-T-C-H ass mf
Go ahead ask about SpencerLee, they’ll say,”oh yeah that sucker,
He so wack, what a faggot, always crying and yappin”
Everyone thinks I just be lying and acting
Well bet, then check the temperature it’s gonna rise till it’s crackin
Thermometers all of y’all fake w me then to be real I guess it’s time for some action
So I walk inside w the handgun and start firing and clapping
Until everything in sight is massacre, I leave em lifeless with passion
Yes I may have yet to make it,
Still locally celebrated and overly dedicated
Kick it like kung fu Ken on leveled stages
Fist fight w mics I’m master Ip when I write
The Deadlee Asian
So Hi, eyes looking like master oogway when meditating
Not a boardwalk trick when I ascend and start levitating
Been chronically medicating, with chronic I’ve been inhaling
Too often been stressed and anxious, so I drink bottles on the daily
But I’ve been tryna quit and jump ship I’m sick of feeling wavy
Plus life’s been a bitch I swear on some real shit, these women crazy
I know you just wanna see the shine in my eyes when I smile,
But god damn girl, I haven’t even cried in awhile,
And now I’m starting to lose it,
That’s why my mind’s gone and my heart’s in this music
In large part I just do this for my dearly departed and who’s in my corner
My momma, my pops, and all my brothers apart of the movement
I do this in spite of all times I was called retarded and stupid
I do this so dope that every bar is as harsh as the truth is
I do this too well, you can not group me along with the new shit
You thought they were dope till you heard me and found out where they got their whole blueprint
They’re empty magazines, I’m gunfire and smoke from hollow tips shootin
These mere bullets show you your death and then follow you to it
But aside from the tools I keep, I’m tryna keep sane
So I don’t flip on some other shit end up dying in vain
Imma start my own shit, but we a different type of gang
I am gaining a new guidance, but tell police I don’t bang
Prolly sippin on some water while I’m sliding in my lane
Ditch the 40s I ain’t too old but but there’s life inside my game
That’s exactly why my name is what my name is
Hold an L if you think I’m trying to be shady’s clone,
Like a 380 chromed out, I just reflect what I’ve been shown
But don’t get it twisted you can’t do what I have done
Even if you wore my shoes you couldn’t tell where I was from
L”

Just Some Bars Pt. 2 Vol. 2 | Phantom of the Opera Remix | prod The Alchemist

It's been rough, but here's the next part of Just Some Bars. Enjoi.


"Snakes all in the grass, I’m just watching em slither
Keep the drank in my glass till I’m stopping my liver
Best friends with outlaws and dealers so without out laws we living
Ain’t too proud of it, but fuck sobriety, I ain’t a quitter
I always wanted to be a player, but I guess I never fit the bill
I doubt the women feel my twitchy ass always bad at sitting still
Drink until I pass out, prolly why my liver feels like shit
All the passions ashes out, so if passed I take little hits
If that, even then I won’t be kick back, paranoia
Hits bad, so mostly I’m just fucking up a six pack
I’ll be lucky to die a middle aged functioning alcoholic
I’m done with all the self care I’d rather tumble down to the bottom
Trying to dodge the rocks everyday say I’m sorry god
My mom’s and pop’s just wanted me to be on my job
So I figure I’ll be lucky to find me a decent wage
My homies all want to make it I guess that we all age different
I just wanna make it to my grave without my faith missing
Drunk in front of the bible like an Irish priest page flipping
Looking for my answers even though I’ll prolly forget em
If you’ve seen a better side of me I highly doubt that I’ve met him
My demons were like a symbiote and I was drowning in venom
My friends all got advice for me, I’ll try it out in a second




I might have to quit smoking and if I do I really will miss it
Got drunk with some demons while they were killing my spirits
I almost let the demons take control
Almost gave up on faith I know god would forsake my soul
But I can’t let em kick me while I’m down cause I’d hate go
Out like that cause I know that is Satan’s goal
My purpose from god? I would never trade for gold
Or basic old things because they won’t make me whole
God I apologize for all the times I’m gonna fall short
And all the times I already have, I know my faults lord
And thank you for that! Cause I barely know much else
I just pray I get back to trying to know myself
Took some hits I know that dealt damage below my belt
I was gone for so long, almost forgot how sober felt
Crawling back to you yet again, the work will never end
Just tryna change my life for real before I tell my friends
What’s been up spent too much time drunk and slumped
Still love Fort Worth but I can’t be stuck in funks
No more, trying hold doors open like Hodor
I was too bent off three 40s a day why I fold for

I’ve been praying, while they prey on me religiously
I ain’t no Getoboy but my mind’s been playing tricks on me
I’m sick of these fuck boys taking all my victories
And my inner peace, pistols free your mind when the trigger squeeze

I try to be the good guy but they stay on my bad side
Psyche fucked up from trying to hold onto my damn pride
Mind like a wet noodle my brains have been pan-fried
People think they can’t count on me because I got my hands tied
Mfs get cut like Samurai Champloo
Move with a rag tag crew like Gene, Mugen and Foo
Wilin too much like a damn foo, hypnotized by the drink, got me puking up blue, sadly this bullshit ain’t new
Fuck it tho, finna pick up flow,
Wondering to myself where did the love all go
Stuck and slow inside my mind tell me what you wanna know
I won’t hold back, cognac make me throw up my soul, feeling too comfortable"

Just Some Bars Pt. 3 Vol. 2 | prod Jean La Beats

Here is the next part to "Just Some Bars"
Enjoi.

"Getting loosey goosey and drunk while sipping the duce
Feeling too faded get screw faced for the better of two days
Tell me to my face fuck you then say I did you the rude way
Bitch go suck a dick, too many people are too fake
I do what I want could give a fuck less about whatever you say
Bitch wanted the smoke so I wetted him, I’m Bobby Boucher
Me and and the homies baking our brains, mines a soufflé
They told me this is your brain on drugs, I told em touché
I’ll take my eggs over easy
Try me it’s over easy
I’m John Cena in the streets
So no popo can ever see me
But damn, neither can y’all
And that ain’t okay with me
like athletes that lack team I play for free
But I got people, and I love to do this
So it’s not feeling heavy on my shoulders
It’s just my steeple, I’m talking with God in some of these verses
Moses and these beats are my burning bush I converse with
He told me life is what you make it so stop trying to control it
I know that don’t make sense to most of you cause most of you are soulless
I couldn’t see her through the fog, till I got closer, learned to smoke less
Now I’m hoping I can hold her when the whole world is a cold mess
And now I can see, life’s not a bitch, she’s petite and sumn sweet
You try to take what I got then I’ll leave you on up the street
With holes in your clothes looking like pieces of fucking cheese
I’ll kill you quietly imma Khajit with a 100 sneak
Trying to play games with me, I’ll blackout and kill the power
Take the batteries out ya back now you wilting fast as a flower
I’ve been rooted deep in this shit learned how to grow in the mud
The brown water made see two much and I started throwing it up


I told her to be honest I just want to fuck don’t need love
Cause all of that extra stuff isn’t really something I want
And if you rap and don’t like me go ahead and keep subbing me punk,
Just don’t be surprised when I pullup with that submachine gun
The mac-10 dump and do more than make ya back bend
Halfen your body than leave you gasping
Like a fish outta water
Grab the stick and I slaughter
Sergeant killing em all off
Grab choppers and pop off
Like Oshea w sawed offs
The bodies are hawled off
To the pile inside the woods
You just smiling like it’s good
But you sus like riding through the hood
Run you over like I’m Suge
Get out my way"

Just Some Bars Pt. 4 Vol. 2

Here is another load from my archives, dusty old tracks that almost went missing. Lots of usual suspects on here, I present, Lost $essions 2

RED | prod DJ Muggs x Baka Boyz

Bitter | prod Kato

Rerelease of the remix of the song "BUM" 
Shoutout the vrodie @sxnsxi1313

BUM REMiX | ft Lil Sxnsxi | prod svn x

If you want the smoke I'll keep it blunt.

SM0K | prod  Oakerdidit x Yxngglader

The next Just Some Bars is here, Enjoi

I usually post the lyrics but soundcloud now has a 4,000 character limit, sorry ya'll

Just Some Bars Pt. 5 Vol. 2 | prod EPHF

"Catchin Wreck" Produced by WRECK @bobby-cooks-885104485

"I’m a sorta cis male who’s body is disproportionate
6% brain and 94% hornyness 
Lord forgive me for these chicks I hit with all this raw dick
Ah shit, here I go sliding in someone’s broad quick
Sorry player, shoulda gave her more dick and less drama
Been a classic playboy, did things I won’t tell Momma
I just hope when I’m burning it was worth it well gotta
Be worth something, all the fucking and drugging Hell Imma
Run up a tab before I’m gone, hope my haters pay the fee
Make them see the light till I blind them then say “c’est la vie!”
Tie the noose with broken hands, hope my fam don’t hang with me
Spell the family with Ph, don’t get off balance, I’ll spray your v
Bullets riddle your car with holes, you shoulda caught a clue faster
Mute chatter with shots, you all talkers and some huge cappers
Rappers look like actors dog what happened to the culture
Half you living backwards pull the strap up out the holster
Blast em for the practice I’ve been had it with these posers
Slap you with the backhand for the fact you playing soldier
There’s a real war going on that we ain’t safe from
Rest in peace to Prodigy we mobbing deep when the day comes
Matter fact sooner, gotta organize and plan it out
If you dying for something then you better know what that’s about"

Catchin Wreck | PROD WRECK

"I miss my 99 Benz" Produced by WRECK @bobby-cooks-885104485

"All in all ain’t nothing but the same thing
Play with my gang be dead when they aim beams
I’ve been sleep but I just woke up from insane dreams
Quit talking like you sick, you’re just jealous with the gangrene
You on that toxic shit, I just talk sick shit
You all just tricks caught in politics
Talking false prophecies, stop trying to follow me
Feel like someone’s doxxing me, just paranoia probably 
I really used to love how I would just smile
Still been feeling covered up in spider’s and flies
But now I’m just drunk and sad, I don’t get high
Trying to ride through lows with the nine by my side
Falling from the damn cliff, problems when I talk to ya
Always been a phantom orchestrating operas
I’m sorry for disappointing you, I never meant to
Give it to Yahweh anoint it through who I repent to
All of these great memories, please tell me what they’re for
I’ll be your best friend till you don’t respect me anymore
Dying from feelings I keep inside shut
Ain’t had much peace of mind for three to nine months
Matter fact two years, I just need a few beers
Who’s here to kill me off this is not a new fear
Sick of tears rolling down my face
Soul is out of place
Coping with the cold embrace of forty ounces
Love how it tastes, just as bitter as me
Cowards take the easy route, take the pistol and squeeze
It costs so much to fail, I always did it for free
Literally gave it away, this ain’t what I was wishing to be
What was I ever thinking, like I could really instill any change
Living in this day in age just feeling my pain"

I miss my 99 Benz | PROD WRECK

“Stuck between the scenes with shooters wondering who's real
My life's a fucking movie an I'm middleman of a shroom deal
Circle full of vultures, only some of us got true skill
They agents glued to the matrix, I'm mixing red and blue pills
Prolly why I can't see straight, drinking till my teeth ache
Blacked out onna weekday, 40 tops for the keepsake
It helps me with this think tank, and I promise that is help I need
Fuck tolerance, need a T break, for awhile I barely felt the weed
Heard this beat and felt a spirit then the pen ink spillt and hit the paper
Turnt haters to vapor, hellish levels of heat I'm spittin
I am eating up souls, I am the spirit of vengeance
Fire breathin these flows, y'all frozen in fear of my presence
How I'm speaking unfolds y'all even near to my essence
I will appear in the smoke, leave you ghost and you won't hear any weapons
Supress em w a couple shots
The wesson or the dusty glock
Yes the lead is kept w me ion trust you or this fucking block
Earl/Thebe taught me take em to places they’ve never been before
Never been overseas but over C’s my brodies been to war
Got the keys to understanding can’t be scared to step in doors
Biggie shit I’m kicking, the fuck do you think these weapons for?
I will carry your doom, wanna play then I’ll be the slayer
I can out air the room, this can ain’t febreze I’ll spray ya
You punks think you hard as rocks? Nah y’all just minor threats to me
I’m more afraid of my thoughts and my suicidal tendencies
Flip and switch to homicidal recklessly
You think you a rider oh that’s funny
Drinking driving with a car full o crash dummies
For the fast money
Snakes want all the smoke? Then get this ash from me
This pheonix remixes his igniting of the last dummy
People get tired of the preaching like they sick of the Christians
But don’t make me turn to a demon like I quit my religion”


Produced by HeyDies

johny bLaze | prod HeyDies

“We was rockin that ice not talkin vvs
Run up on u with the knife swipe it like a dds
You don't want that smoke you don't have it you CVS
Bust a shot and take your flag like this shit is CTF
You talk to them people on file like open PDF's
You a fuckin snitch you need to visit PDs less
You fuck w me or gang you better be some vets
Think you sending shots you better bring a vest
And pray we hitting chests best protect ya neck
Wu Tang bumpin out the deck while ejecting tecs at ya head

30 shot mags gets dispensed out the ratchet
Think that you deadly end up dead inna casket
Bitch I been way too savage
Tie a bitch up, an then eat a sandwich
Rapper's vegans orderin vegetable platters
You don't want beef, you want lettuce and cabbage
This is apex predators compared to rabbits
Terrible magnums how I tear thru rappers
You can't back up your front just cuz what you wear is backwards
Fuck yo wife so hard, bust her head clear thru backboards, 
ah I mean, head boards, whatever,
Make bitches wet like I control weather
You make her fed up, I make her wetter,
You getting mad, well then you getting wet up,
You dead in the back, I can't keep your head up,
They pull me over, I just tell em it's ketchup
Stupid pigs like George Green can't ever catch us
PTP don't ever question us or end up sent up
In the heavens while ya body is blessed by the reverend
Fuck him and the whole event I step in with Wessons
And mac elevens clap ya friends and send your family to you
For a family reunion I'm so happy for you
Think that you can't get removed from this earth then play w me and see what happens to you”

Produced by Eph Mijo
@eph-junior

CharLes | prod Eph Mijo

“Droppin bombs from a ufo
While they tell me what I shoulda known
Phool, shut ya stupid hole
Inside my shoes, you would fold
Too many be all in my biz but don't know me
I hope 40 not sippin 40ozs
When he forty
Trick mind ya business
My life on the D Low
I'm not from here
So they calling me Niko
Bellic I'm bellin down cement w weapons
Shells will get sent if you ain' got the message
Lead gets ejected yo head or yo neck hit
Death be dispensed from the tec on some pez shit
Fuck the king save the peasants
Fuck a scene make an entrance
On beat my cadence endless
Bars like I'm takin sentences
Fuck yo squad trick you been a bitch
This where Spencer lives
Inna messy ditch
Bitch ain' neckin
Then she gettin ditched
Get more medicine
Jus to get me thru these heavy dips
They asking where the fuck I been.
Up and in the sky like the fuckin wind
Bitch I'm fuckin winning from both ends
So I guess I'm bi-winning, I hate bipolar
It makes life shitty
But maybe I can change my ways
Till, life Is THE shit, and feel safe in my space
That would be nice, if I can hold on a lil longer
been a late bloomer had no instant karma
Sippin lava out the Mickey bottle till I got liver problems
Then I switch to shots, I'm falling prolly from the shit I swallowed
If you want a fuckin tip, I'll give you hollows
Yo bitch low-key want the dick, she hit like lottos
But only w the pipe, iss the only thing she like
You beat her like your dick, I hope that she alright




Laying butt naked wit this bitch in her bed
We jus cuddled all night we didn't have sex
I was way too drunk, I even pissed on her leg
Hoe.”

Produced by Eph Mijo 
@eph-junior

piss drunk | prod Eph Mijo

i dont care, i dont care
i still, dont care

i dont wanna do this anymore (sippin my tea remix)

Just Some Bars Pt. 6 Vol. 2 | prod by Yo Red, Who Dis x Gin x RedBen

Spit It Sick | Prod. by Oh No

Just Some Bars | prod Joey Chavez

I Wish | Prod. Serge Crown

Prod. Sounds need to talk
Just Some Bars
Pt. 2

Just Some Bars Pt. 2 | prod SOUNDS NEED TO TALK

Just Some Bars Pt. 3 | prod Lostart

Just Some Bars Pt. 5 
Is here
Diablo Remix
RIP MAC

Just Some Bars

Just Some Bars Pt. 5 | Diablo Remix

I Wish Pt 2 | prod AEBEATS

IHYS | prod NOLUCK

"DiRTY DiRTY SWANGiN CURB$ AND,
DiRTY DiRTY KNO WE SWERViN"
SHOUTOUTS TO THE VRO @domokidd21

"THiS SHiT iS DiRTY
BiTCHE$ SUCK LiK3 KiRBy
Drink a slurpee while she slurp me
While the song bump like herpes
Then I nut like squirrels be
Nomads be the gang
But no we do not bang
We jus chillin mang
Smokin, sippin drank
yes we got some thangs
If you test they sprayn
No graffiti get wet we fiji
Drippin keep the stick if shit gets greasy
Tell yo bitch to please me she said you scrub like squigis
So I jumped her like luigi then smoked some green leaves
Keep the greenery near me never seedy
Tell a bitch if youon't love me leave me H03"


iMMA DiRTY BUM $WERViNGHO$T$ W A 40

'40HANZLP'
producer list-
 Ph.D
svn x
 TEVA

F34TUR3 L1ST-
 LiL SXNSXi
BLACKHEARTBLASiAN

these are all the songs i wasn't so sure about, so ya'll get this now, more later. SPENCER40HANZEP coming to a neighborhood near you.

also, thanks to anyone and everyone that helped me thru this time. iss been nut$!

SPENCER40HANZ

DiRTY | ft LiL SXNSXi | prod Ph.D

*ALCOHOL iS BAD 4 U, i DO NOT CONDONE DRiNKiNG & DRiViNG*
THiS iS SPENCER40HANZ
ALL HAiL MiCKEY$
THANK U TO MY PHAMiLY PHOR $UPPORTiNG ME THRU THE HiGH$ & LOW$ OF MAKiNG THiS PROJECT

PRODUCER$ -
SAURON
AEBEATS
Balance Cooper
SAMATiSM AKA VEGAN RAPS
COLE THE KING
Oakerdidit
Yxngglader
Kevin Katana

DRNK | ft | prod SAURON

iAMTHELiQUOR | Prod balance cooper

RUN iT UP
RUN iT UP
STAY STACKiN iRUN iT UP

SOME UNRELEASED SHiT
FT. MY BOi$ -
@domokidd21
@blackheartblasian

PROD. BY MY G -
@veganrapproductions

Run It Up | ft LIL SXNSXI & BLACKHEARTBLASIAN | prod VEGAN RAP

Official page of SpencerLee
AKA SPENCER40HANZ & devdL


So-Cal born & raised. but i reside in FUNKYTOWN, TX
Member of @chillsoulrecords
EG4L | PTP | Chill Soul
Just spitting whatever I feel.
I appreciate any support if you fuck with my sound.

show inquiries or collabs
imspencerlee@gmail.com

Peep the homies I fw. We making moves.
@sxnsxi1313
@blackheartblasian
@aricevans
@ryan-nelson-mason
@hvnstays
@lk_fengshui
@andremage
@samurai-785
@bigdaddychata
@zakada666
@eph-junior
@harrison-r-ostrow
@txrosae
@user-565453883
@veganrapproductions
@thepeepsnation
@aeronotiqz
@notwinston421
@tre-w-bellah
@trevtheguwap
@gallongang
@qasotherapper
@joetheintellectual
@mikekhaos
@kidranga
@realpaulmatsumoto
@therealfuggabisch
@jfitzisdik
@edsuarez
@mango-mangifera
@trebadd52
@user-946167561
@user-188728436-119290865
@taylor-gans-573736245
@cfxpeckl37e9

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