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FIGHT CLUB (Prod. Trashy)

IRIKARAH [PROD. TOXICGODD]

CHARMANDER (Prod. HAARPER)

CINNAMON

HAARPER - CINNAMON

LOCKJAW!

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Lyrics:
It’s about time that I fucked yo bitch
I put in my time and I got myself rich
And I took a couple lines and I made em to hits
She knowing my sign but she don’t wanna dip
Unless it’s skinny
She gon make it pop like remy
I be in her gut like henny
She be thick like Jenny
Goin one round, nah many
Spitting f’s out like Fendi 
Ima break it all down 

Level the plains
But ima be up in my plane without shame 
And I’m bringing the ruckus the roughest I’ll murk all you puppets
Your debt is now due
Hear the audible trumpets 
preceding my entry 
Pop pop
Gun shot to yo sentry
What you think we came down here friendly
I can see all the green and the envy
It’s fake love
Thats enough
Ridin my coattails and my nuts
Cause my capital greater 
They storming the crater 
For anything at all, the atoms and crumbs

Crash landed
I managed to lose some of my baggage
Them bandits can have it
They gon get hit red handed 
Fuck a third eye
And yo birds eye
They will learn why
They cannot contain me or surround I got that turbine
Survive, you won’t survive
When she earn my 
Time and now it’s tickin
She gon put my hand on her thigh
Carjacked
Get back on the tarmac
Fuck a carfax
Get slapped by my large sack 
Bar packed
Till I clap with the AK
If you wanna fight me know it’s gonna be a melee

Girl unbuckle my belt 
Follow my lead
And leave yo cells
Gon free yo self
Don’t see yourself
I’m really gonna take you to yo real self
Shawty wanna go and get up under sheets
Under my skin
No way no where
Scarlet letter on her back without care
But I don’t really notice cause I’m pulling her hair
Gonna go in like I came from famine
Gonna head out like I’m playing backgammon
Never gave a fuck 
Talking bout me, can’t stand him
But why she on my pole
Like a shake junt dancin 
Fake punks, ain’t one, take none
Ray gun, ray charles, can’t stun
Miss me with that bullshit
Cause I’m all out of patience 

She just wanna stay young
But this shawty, she ain’t mine
They just wanna play dumb
I ain’t wasting any time
I been waitin say something
All these opps they on my line
They stay on that pay phone
I got money on my mind

HAARPER - NOTHING IS FOREVER

ARMY OF DEAD

BANDS!

HAARPER // BLACK CUBE OF SATURN (Prod. HAARPER)

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Lyrics:
I got towers to control 
Got that power on my throne 
Got that power powder 
Generated hours by ya own
It’s the harvest of ya soul
Hit the target like a bull
Now they venerate 
I emanate that sauer to ya skull 

It’s genocide with that fire
And that psi
Got it 825 plus golden eye
Turn em mounds of dead
To a diamond mine 
Brought them hounds now you red
Tank tread where you ly 

Don’t got bars
Gotta multi cell
Multiply my shells
Then I rob that bank
Makin em walk that plank 
Like shank with 
Only one arm
My lead makin paint 

Stomp that rat
Like a motherfuckin stamp
Like an ant
Take em back 
To the camp 
With the baseball bat 
Get slumped with the beam
Where the rest of yo team
Get thrown in the trunk
Get chopped like a tree
Like pop rocks
Boutta pop off
With the sawed off
Molotov drop
From the top
Get caught off guard 
Takin these shells to the yard
Leavin my enemies charred

A24
Put em in the floor
Killing sacred foes 
Make it right
So I kill this dough
Killin my new dough 
Jacket black
Know I rock the coat
Furnace makin smoke 
I’ll make ya choke
And I brought the cult
Surround like a moat

They want control
I ain’t payin no toll
Got that trigga finga itchin 
Now I gotta go roll
Like an oven in the kitchen 
Gotta burn ya soul
Make it burn like coal
Make it burn the whole

Hydro plane
If they runaway 
Ima make it rain
Break yo lane 
I’m on higher planes 
Raising hell with chains 

Uptown
All around
As above
Sow it down

Tell me what you here for

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