Say My Name by Noah Viray
produced by Masked Man

Say My Name - Noah Viray (prod. Masked Man)

155th (prod kozzi + gnyus)

Topanga (feat. Hoodie Dave)

Miles Logan (prod kozzi + ayo rodniz)

KILL THEMSELVES & GO AND KILL THE INNOCENT !

#FUCKTHEMASS
#FUCKTHESYSTEM
#SAVETHEINNOCENT

HeadShot

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deaf2doubt

deaf2doubt (prod. maskedman)

Produced by Masked Man:

https://traktrain.com/masked-man-peace

Lyrics:

Neighbors fighting thru the walls, I can hear em/
Someone else had got involved and now it’s all a wash/
All that time is gone, disappear it all, cannot be resolved//
Then I, heard him just explain it all away/
Talking like it’s just another day/
Nah, I’d never do that to you bae/
It’s all in your head, this is so insane/
And the loud voices drift off and a lightswitch then flicks off//
Take my ear back from the thin wall til the next night when it kicks off//
When a pin falls I can hear not, when that whore comes I’m in earshot//
Then she peels off and the door locks, til his wife’s home then it’s gunshots//

The ups and the downs, the wrongs the rights/
I pray for that couple like every night/
I think of something I could say to his wife/
Or pull him aside, to give him advice/
I don’t/…
There’s milk in the coffee, there’s booze in the kitchen/
The neighbors are fighting, I don’t wanna listen/
They both go to sleep and I start reminiscing/
I made some decisions I don’t wanna own/
They make me a person I don’t wanna be/
I’m out of that prison and now that I’m grown/
This shit got me hurting, disturbing my peace/
I’m grabbing the bottle, I’m twisting the cap/
I dream of tomorrow and sip from the glass/
I’m watching a brother that slipped thru the cracks/
They live in the present, I’m stuck in the past/

You’re dealing with loss, there’s nothing to win/
You’re wearing a cross, it’s burning your skin/
You gotta move on, you let it dissolve/
You’re trapped in those walls, its all paper thin/
Missing back when I could hear em fight/
Thinking maybe he could make it right/
Prolly down another bottle, bitter pill to swallow when you sleep alone at night/
And it’s alright til it’s all wrong and it’s all fights til she moves on/
Hit the gin right til it’s midnight hit the bed right but it’s not warm/
No time to recover, you’re facing it now/
He’s calling your number, he’s pacing around/
He’s pouring another, he falls to the ground/
Neighbors knocking telling me to keep it down/

The Neighbors

Produced by MaskedMan:

https://traktrain.com/masked-man-peace

Lyrics:

Me and my best friends headed for dead ends/
Boutta write that very last message and hit send/
Worry bout some drama if you tryna be misled/
I got some bigger problems than whatever some bitch said/

I guess I’m pissing everybody in the world off/
Ain’t ya daddy teach ya how to treat a girl, dawg?/
I’m in the basement, basically braindead/
Tryna get some girl to drop the knives like I’m K-Fed/
Ay man, learn to love yourself, that’s when freedom comes/
Thru the sickness and the health, I wish you peace and love/
I wish it was as simple as all that/
Now I got some karma in my future like Mallrats/
Aw snap, I get it, I’m not committed/
Ground unstable, I fall back, I didn’t/
Misunderstood, so wave to the critics/
I came for the good, but stayed for the riddance, huh/
I’m on that trash heap, sleep in the back seat/
Paid wage slave, made of liquor and caffeine/
Cradle to the grave, which is quicker to catch sleep/
Neck is to the blade, might be quicker to blast me, blam/

There’s my collection of the women that I used to love/
You acting out for the attention, ain’t give you enough/
Even throughout all the madness, I owe you a hug/
Shoulders heavy like I’m Atlus and I’m bout to shrug/
Forget the drugs, a buzz or a little fame/
Baby I was born with the mic like my middle name/
I penetrate your brittle frame like bullets thru a dinner plate/
I’ll fold a rapper in half then put him back just to set him straight/
I’m on that bad luck, ads at the gas pump/
Pinning all my problems on my past cus my dad sucked/
Tryna a hitch ride inside the back of a Mack truck/
Tryna catch a high, rock bottom me back up/
Aw shucks, never knew the mirror was the face the evil/
Closer than I may appear to all my favorite people/
Never learned to face the fears that made me flick the needle/
Now I’m chasing all those wasted years like lemme write the sequel/

Bigger Problems

words that rhyme. producer info in description, please check them out

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