Bomb Rush Cyberfunk fanmade mixtape!!

Take Em To Church (feat. Abi G)

minimalist (2017)

LAB RAT (Prod. KISSTHECROOK)

HOOK:

Bust in the game, where the cash at?! (UH)
Who gone come test a lab rat?! (YUH)
Leave you diminished, send you where the pit is.
I’ll put the blade where your back at! (2X)

VERSE 1:

A lab rat with a bad past but I’m past that.
Class act but, I was one that they laughed at.
Shut up with your trash raps, you ain’t even abstract.
Funny thing is I’m the one that got the last laugh.
Knocking doors, down asking where the cash at nigga.
Dummy, where your stash at nigga.
Hitting harder than spiked bats.
When I write raps, you don’t like that? 
Then lay your body where the trash at nigga.
Paid y’all attention, ain’t peep what it cost me.
But my intuition never left me rocky.
Don’t fuck with the vision, well come and try to stop me.
I cut like incisions, ripping through your posse. 
Pain and passion in my DNA.
I’m setting shit off, no BDK.
Ain’t gang related but I be with gang.
They said we ain’t gone make it, you'll see one day. 

HOOK:

Bust in the game, where the cash at? (UH)
Who wanna come test the lab rat? (UH)
Leave you diminished, send you where the pit is.
I’ll put the blade where your back at! (2X)

VERSE 2:

Disguising my presence, misguided discretion, I might need a weapon to please my pride.

Fighting depression, despising the questions inside of my head, is it peace or lies?
Psyche forsaken with false validation, and no revelation could ease my mind.
I might need a minute to write down to my sinning, this pen and paper never leave my side. 
Heart of a saint with the mind of the reaper.
I’m stark when I aim, I’m supplying the ether.
I starved for this plate, and I’ll die for my people. 
You not on our rank, don’t try to defeat us. 
Blood from my veins to blood on my blade. 
Staining the game with the bane of my rage.
Love was a drug, a fix that I craved.
Was drug through the mud from bricks I laid.

HOOK:

Bust in the game, where the cash at? (UH)
Who wanna come test the lab rat? (UH)
Leave you diminished, send you where the pit is.
I’ll put the blade where your back at! (2X)

LAB RAT

Snubnose

Finessin' (feat. Mick Jenkins)

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GLIMPSE (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

luh song i made bout how i feel nshit..

Love yall #SmiHive 

prod by Phoelix 

Mastered @ Classick Studios in Chicago IL

art by Denita Turner

HOOK:
Float innis bitch 
Like a Parade 
Feelin Like 
Ghost I admit 
I’m onna James 
St Patrick’s day 
Da Tint match my safe 
Only See me when I sang 
Donny Outthaway 



VERSE 1:
Eyes stay low 
Like da night tied 
tell em I ain’t 
1942 fa stamina

Don’t chu dare 
Gimme does eyes
fuck up da whole vibe 

I don’t do energy leeches 
Niggas think u can’t do it 
Kuz dey can’t 
Faded  inna bleachers 

Driving down 
Bermuda Road 
Nigga Gas tank 
On Ether 

20 miles 
N hour creepin 
Kuz u know 
How Ferguson 
Police is 

Love my bish 
2 pieces 
I gave her a piece of me 
Hat onna fro 
Like Smeezy E 
Dis shit easy to me 
And Regionally 
Dey luv dis 
Country shit 
From Compton 
To middllee east 

I came thru the back door 
It is what it be 
Wasn’t none of this given to me 
I be thinking lot more bout the system I beat
Than bout what I did to a beat 



HOOK:
Float innis bitch 
Like a Parade 
Feelin Like 
Ghost I admit 
I’m onna James 
St Patrick’s day 
Da Tint match my safe 
Only See me when I sang 
Donny Outthaway 


VERSE 2:
All we do is break records 
Den break bread 
N get late breakfast 
Rise up like dem crossaint 
Butter luh baby up 
N den get right back 2 summoe funds 
(Hater) 
“Who is dat boy in dat truck 
Dat Window half cracked 
dem nappy naps 
Flap n da wind 
N why it look like my hoe wan jump up 
N why he lookin back wat Da fuck y’all frens”


Nigga it’s me yaaaa
Das 
S M Double E Z Y 
Use 2 keep a gram inna Levi’s 
Now it’s 30 grand stuffed 
N da L V tons 

My city came a long way from “ANDLE e.i”
20 years let’s now it’s “ANDLE Smi” now
And I got love for Mo das big bro 
He got love for me y’all
How long is he gone go 
I don’t know I guess til the beat stop
....and then we back 

Everybody wanna get on get known 
Talk about a fucking mental syndrome
Got me sitting back like nuh uh hell nah 
President look like Love & HIPHOP
Crocodile tears allegations up the wall
Fuck around vote shit fuck around don’t 
Working on a world where I can govern my own
Repeats****

Donny Outhaway

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Recording Artist From The Dirty South.
South Florida Native With Articulate Flows, Meaningful Lyrics, And Braggadocious Rhymes.

LAB RAT

SSTEEJAY