osamason - plottin (19thou)

- Dun Dun -

Imma Live It

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
My bark is vicious, you never seen art get as dark as this is
Like my masterpiece is a black canvas, with a carcass in it
Full of cartridges, it's a cop, holdin' a parking ticket
Bein' pulled apart, if you don't like my lyrics it's 'cause they are restricted
I just depicted a victim with it addicted to spittin' the sickness
My fuckin' head hurts, thoughts are conflicted in this
It's a lonely life but it seems fitting, maybe it's only right
Gettin' stoned at night n' killin' shit bitch I own the mic
Write with invisible ink n' I won't ever give a shit what you think
Throwin' up in the fuckin' sink
Huffin' n' puffin' these buckets I love it
I'm hoverin' above n' I'm shovin these shrooms into my stomach
So I'll never plummet
I'm blunted a hundred percent of the time
I'm comin' to stun with incredible rhymes
I'm mumblin' dumb shit, ate too many caps now my tongue is a fungus
High strung in the dungeons
I've come with abundance
Write so fast that I burnt off my thumbprints
Take hallucinagenics and write about nonsense
'Cause abuse and offend bitch my life Isn't flawless, naw
I spit n' forget to breathe, tend to leave myself unconcious
feelin' nauseas, ah shit
Watch this raw spit

Verse 2:
I told the TV my parents rotted my brain outta' my skull
It wasn't the LSD, E or weed, not at all
As a kid I was diabolical
Fuckin' wit' y'all, say I'm goin through fuckin' withdrawal
I'm back on the hard drugs, acid in my mouth, watch it fuckin' dissolve
I seen a picture of an eagle, watched it fuckin' evolve
Into something purely evil, or was it nothin' at all
I see blood on the walls
Someone has come in n' is causin' a fuckin' assault
A possessed child with a baseball bat just struck an adult
Cut off his leg and is shovin' the stub into a bucket of salt
I'm fuckin' appalled, I see faces stuck in the wall
I feel like I'm surrounded by malevolent Devil's and heavenless rebels
As the medicine settles the menace in meadows
Replenishes and it is turnin' him into an anarchist
This is evidence, spit the relentlessest sentences with over emphasis
Bitch give me head 'fore I sever it
Devilish, Everest heights 
Forever it's tight, Nun's cunt, celibate dyke
Propell and excel when I write
Always tryin' to accelerate
'Cause I'm mad vicious
Infact witness impact in the back
With a pick-axe ya' wack bitches
Guess the Hatt is just disasterous
A bastard but dastardly dope with these raps that he wrote
And only very few of you can hang without a rope
I'm tryin' to cope with these personalities
While a demon's screamin'
"Please, Get down on one knee"
Should I embrace the placement of a black crown on me?

Watch Deeze (Remix)

Bar Code 3

JTM - Miracle [Bar Code 3]

Tricky T Show - Tricky T. Ft AllyD. BlindHand N Rigity

more kind of hip hop rap edm but i just wanted to do an upbeat song about the valley where i live

Valley Boyz

Jackpot

Produced By: De Froiz Productions

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
Every time I write a rap;
I go psycho like knife stab, It's right bad;
I might look like a person, but a lycan's what I bite you as;
Hyper fast, then your sight goes black;
I'm about to blow like I lit a smoke after I syphoned gas;
Death's desciple's back desperate fightin' back;
Make the rifle blast go ape shit is my final task;
Cocaine is inside my mask;
Jason chase em' through the hood into the wooded path;
With an axe, good at that wouldn't ask why;
Good at mad rhymes, mad lines in my mind;
Hatt raps fine when I take my time;
I shine they go blind;
Einstien of the North East side, war beast I define;
Fortunatly more beats force me to try;
It morphs me inside;
I'm warped like warm plastic;
Extort you poor bastards when I practice my backfist;
You can't hack it, I got a hatchet to slash with;
I'm a basket case, but;

Chorus:
I'm gonna' make it; 
My mind's half vacant, half baked facing trials and tribulations;
I know it takes some waitin' before I make my statement;
See the pain I'm faced with;
I don't wanna' hide I wanna'  rise from the basement;

I'm gonna' make it; 
My mind's half vacant, have faith facing trials and tribulations;
I know it takes some waitin' before I make my statement;
See the pain I'm faced with;
I don't wanna' hide I wanna'  rise from the basement;

Verse 2:
Stuck underground, I come up when the thunder sounds;
Stick around long enough to make some fuckin' mushroom clouds;
Doors get busted down, trust it now;
Someday I'll be doin' this in front of a fucking crowd;
But the basement is my home;
In the basement I'm alone;
Sittin' wasted on my throne;
With rap engraved into my dome;
And flow escaping from my soul;
Will I make it?;
Maybe, I don't know;
But if I don't where am I to go?;
This is the only thing I ever fealt that I can do right;
The place I belong is right here behind the mic;
High as a kite; 
Tryin' to light a stick of dynamite;
So I'll blow up and be your highness, right?;
I must fight for the life that I strive for;
Boy, this is what I'll die for;
I'm sure, I emplore you to forefeit;
North East Energy bitch it's more sick;
Of course it is; 
Warriors is what the moral of the story is;
Torchin' it, fate can be unfortanate, like an abortion is;
I have a lot of confidence, now;
I am absorbing, but I'll always need more of it;
I'm cold no matter how warm it is;
I'll get old before I quit;
With crumpled papers on my floor for ornaments;



The Basement

i make techno and hip hop and sometime rap over them

- Dun Dun -

Monk

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