King Spydamann teams up with long-time collaborator and producer Contac for a solid display of beats and bars for 2022!

Act Like You Know Me Know Me prod. by Contac

ghoul (branwen)

unravel (taylor morgan)

INTRO
Bloqué dans ce monde
Je ne sais pas quoi en pensé
De tout ce beau monde
Qui fait que ressasser le passé

Je trouve ça immonde
De laisser tout ça se passer
La plaie est profonde
A force on va tous trépasser

COUPLET 1
Quand j'rentre de la salle, je me lave pas
Je pense d'abord aux africains
Qui n'ont pas d'eau potable, qui ne boivent pas
Sauf quand ils vomissent dans leurs mains

Je tire jamais la chasse, pas gaspillage
Je devrais même vivre dans une grotte
Faut vite que j'ramasse, j'évite le pillage
J'bouffe vite ma merde, j'laisse pas de crotte

J'ai les dents dégelasses, c'est pas grave
Au moins je compatis vraiment
Pour ça on me menace, putain ça m'gave
Pourquoi sont-ils si peu aimant ?

J'lâche en tout l'temps des gaz, c'est très marrant
Mais les autres m'insulte de gros porc
Vous trouvez ça naze ? Et pas marrant ?
Vous confondez la boue et l'or

PONT
Bloqué dans ce monde
Je ne sais pas quoi en pensé
De tout ce beau monde
Qui fait que ressasser le passé

Je trouve ça immonde
De laisser tout ça se passer
La plaie est profonde
A force on va tous trépasser

REFRAIN
Je suis rejeté, alors que je fais les bonnes choses
Ce monde est en chute libre, il faut passer à autre chose
Tout y est inversé, s'il vous plait laissez moi comprendre
Non, pardon je me trompe, c'est moi qui vais tout vous apprendre

Je suis rejeté, alors que je fais les bonnes choses
Ce monde est en chute libre, il faut passer à autre chose
Tout y est inversé, s'il vous plait laissez moi comprendre
Non, pardon je me trompe, c'est moi qui vais tout vous apprendre

COUPLET 2
Petit déjeuné, à base de crottes de nez
C'est un régale, j'en pers mes mots
Sans compté le souper, les saletés d'mes pieds
J'ai attrapé la gale, on croit qu'j'suis un clodo

Mes poils de couilles, directe dans la gorge
T'inquiète, je remplace juste mes cils
Ben quoi t'as la trouille ? T'as peur des rouges-gorges ?
Moi je les baises car j'suis zoophile

Je pisse sur mes plantes, pour les faire pousser
Ou au pire je leur vomi dessus
La poussée est trop lente, j'ai peut-être une idée
En guise d'engrais, j'leur chie dessus

Je récure mon cul, avec mes ongles
Je crois que j'en ai assez pour hiberné
Direction Mon Cul, avec mes oncles
Je crois qu'on va y être incarcéré

PONT
Bloqué dans ce monde
Je ne sais pas quoi en pensé
De tout ce beau monde
Qui fait que ressasser le passé

Je trouve ça immonde
De laisser tout ça se passer
La plaie est profonde
A force on va tous trépasser

REFRAIN
Je suis rejeté, alors que je fais les bonnes choses
Ce monde est en chute libre, il faut passer à autre chose
Tout y est inversé, s'il vous plait laissez moi comprendre
Non, pardon je me trompe, c'est moi qui vais tout vous apprendre

Je suis rejeté, alors que je fais les bonnes choses
Ce monde est en chute libre, il faut passer à autre chose
Tout y est inversé, s'il vous plait laissez moi comprendre
Non, pardon je me trompe, c'est moi qui vais tout vous apprendre

Chô Tot Cuite - Anti-Giènique

still working on my mixing, preciate the patience <3

thanks @branwenmusic for the beat <3

unmasked (branwen)

selfinflictedturmoil (branwen)

been away from mic, just starting to get some stuff back. love yall <3 
thnks @taylor x @4evrgone

I just want to go back making choices suppressing voices cutting noises make me reevaluate this path tearing wraps I’m stuffing gs throwing seeds she like to ride w windows down survey the town keep presence down the liquor brown can’t keep it down how I loose these pounds trade frown for frown tell her I feel an she blow it off leaving at the back nothing new long as shawty think I’m fucking cool might go back to school 

Yuh what is it she want me to do 

I can’t afford no brew living off a law suit prefer to be a mute at a distance think I’m cute no one coming close my fortress walls gon stop every approach momma told me let em in can’t trust a soul so I’m always on the go running tolls find my way back home somewhere in the snow tracks were wiped long ago going off of memory these beats enable me to access what was lost I knew the cost took it anyway

gma flew away now it’s up to me I’m sailing seven seas in hopes that something inspire me to be who I’m meant to be always neglecting me Seem to be the biggest threat to myself get some self help prefer to do it on my own why I chose to roam maybe time I bolden up an shut these haters up I was chosen place is frozen in time tend to find the least traveled path I harnessed wrath now I’m trynna spread some love these leaves falling in front as I run

wavyy (taylor morgan x 4evr)

finally linked back up w @ericheese
shoutout jody for the beat

babylonfive x yung chee (jody)

thnks @taylor x @4evrgone
Back up n the hills 
Pills enticing 
lighting far as I can see
Inner greed I feed 
Trynna straighten out 
Done w down n out plotting on a come up while Lost up in the tv do they really see me guess id rather not think I sacrificed a lot prolly why I blow down all this pot sleep on cot cuz it’s not my spot maybe one day future little hazy skin a little pasty working on a tan
Staying young like Peter Pan unwrapping rubber bands all my weed in cans love the Cali sand I’m chillin on the beach my feelings leaving me an im just thinking to myself gotta grow up maybe put down some of these substances I’ve been using as a crutch puking up my lunch  mimosa brunch I feel like I’m stuck  

Trynna leave this place
Without a trace guess I’m saving face gg couldn’t save my case I’m popping tapes before we hit the road furthermore I’m leaving home no agenda xept alone working on my tone cuz I tend to get a little angry just some harbored feelings don’t you worry wanna write a story sayin I don’t have the time just another fucking lie swearing that im changing tide but I’m still confined to this space without a template so I’m fucking up my life every night  

Ive been yelling at the wall can’t figure out how I got myself in this situation question everything I’m second guessing daily stressing why I’m blowing all this weed feelings escape as I bake wonder when they coming back guess it’s wrap think it’s rude to snap catch ‘em in a flannel with some holes up in my jeans pocket full of beans like to sweat up in dreams learned a couple things on my travels thru the seas Poseidon handed over keys now I think it’s up to me

leavinn (taylor morgan x 4evr)

https://linktr.ee/jpaintt
jody & sovde on the beat
mix n master by me
thank you! <3

Thought she was the one turned out it was best to run close to none was my odds trynna let her know she ain’t getting no one better said she’d rather play the field told her that her fate is sealed Peelin back these layers laying in these craters 

had to turn the page getting rid of rage no point in saving face I’m speeding pace without the blow never knowing where I’m ending up better not get it twisted never giving up  Prefer to live it up lil something dark up in my cup 

im the chosen one and it’s up to me sailing seven seas with no direction gotta lighten up all this baggage weighing down the ship hoping we don’t tip take another sip like I’m miles bridges who am I kidding 

sticking to the writtens only way I’m getting out finally say not one to pout or complain about down and out even tho Still trynna break em out I’ve been plotting on my come up and it’s nice to look forward to something instead of dreading 

ain’t no telling what the future hold never knowing when to fold I prefer the cold still ain’t sold on the west but they say it’s the best somewhere to put down my nest kissing on the family crest everything in this life is a test watching every step betting when the lakers on gotta keep it calm calling up my Uncle Tom to see who he got for his pick trynna tip these scales up in my favor prefer a taper an my Glock with laser 

watching bron vs the pacers an he bout to take it over as he getting older got me thinking bout my own mortality he a god to me so what that making me just a lowly servant with a turbulent career we getting near the end seeing lot of red wishing I could mend on these relationships that have suffered at my hand but there ain’t no turning back the hand of time so I’ll just continue jotting lines and riding pine

crashinn (jody x sovde)

Jaihid Avon Rush, aka King Spydamann, was born in Plainfield, New Jersey, and raised in Decatur, Georgia, but he only started pursuing music professionally after living in Clair-Mel City, Florida. He and his friends in Decatur, where he grew up, used to rap and write songs, but it wasn’t until he lived there that he actually took it seriously. He met a group of artists calling themselves CMC Allstars and saw how serious they were and everything they were doing, which wasn’t much, but it was light years ahead of his views on being a rapper.

When he returned to Decatur, he formed a few groups trying to recapture what was learned in Florida. Dramatized Commission was the first (He, Jabez, SpitFire, Chris, Jas). It didn’t work out, so Spit Fire recruited C.A.L.A.V. (Composer Arranged Logically Around Visions or Dyrti C), and the trio formed Verbal Violence. Eventually, a friend at school introduced him to Classico from Mystyc Family, and Verbal Violence joined the Mystyc movement.

Mystyc Family did a few things in the early 2000s. Most notable was the underground release of their first album, Mystyc World. Then SpitFire, another close friend, J-Threat, and King Spydamann were caught by police for carjacking. They served ten years. During that time, Mystyc went on to release Booty Bounce but kept in touch. Upon his release, he vigorously pursued his career, releasing several singles, a mixtape with Mystyc Family, joined the cast of Atlanta Hit Makers, joined Atlanta's Ugly, and published the fictional epic novel series The Red Bricks of Krusck.

crashinn (jody x sodve) out now <3
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