Lyrics:

I can’t be pigeonholed into some kinda sensation, my finer innovation is its own nation, this is my declaration, stay unique, you peak when they may wonder, who speak like that, give me the mic at any party, I’m sure to rock rhymes and make noise like clock chimes, anybody who want it, they can go and get it, I’m wit’ it, A Hype spitting with every sentence. Give me that pen, I’m in, timing 100, they wondered “could you, handle this rubbish?”. I got the girth and tonnage, to handle any enemy. Quite a scandal how I vandal, but remember me, doing this outta love, shout out one of a kind, Tupac, I’m not him on the new block, but you rock, through this dude’s stellar vision, I got a lot of issues, but we when we stay on the mission, we can do anything we want, don’t let them say ya won’t get them play, hey, I’ve got it oh so good, each and every neighborhood hearing my daily mood, ail me, don’t fail me, I tell my body, eating chips is like heating clips, it gon’ catch up, self burning, I’m learning to not too much criticize though, this is my year, I soar through my eyes, yo!

Sensation (Prod. botyukimi)

Lyrics:

What the fuck are ya optics, how ya perceive the topics, are ya naive when the drop hits? Trick up the sleeve of ya self, just … didn’t know you could go be played like that, a charade like that … took a fall, shook and all, look, I ball, I hit the fade like that … will I fade into dust … ‘til I paid in my lust … I must just keep going, even when I get it, best believe I don’t admit it … what motivate you …. I’m off a total great screw, loose, thinking out that box, until I’m deuce, they can’t shut these locks … when the drop hits … do ya celebrate anyway and pop cris’? Relegate ya self and what ya stand for … or is this just how ya hand more … power to the changing globe … I sour as I stood, thinking ‘bout the good of my past, should it still last, could I have basked in the moment, have I asked … enough … strange in thought, but the strobe stuff, that I been pursuing, all along a road to more hardships … floored the core of my letting down my guard … it’s crazy, shit’s crazy … I’m a thinker … I’m a … thinker.

Thinker (Prod. friedlettuce)

Lyrics:

Frolicing with the roses, my pose is, so bliss elegant, they know this and tell a friend, hell will end when I bring in my swingin’, peace I come up wit’, I cease the dumb up shit, ya beasts wanna battle, at least I ain’t gon’ tattle, but this piss poor mood gotta end my friend, bending over ya sure ain’t just to stop the stirring of drama, I’m a pure saint, no, but I go what I do set out fo’. Break it down, we gotta be gentle like petals, a lotta mental that settle, ain’t as violent as it may seem, the silent nice day scene, it can be that way at night, we don’t gotta fright fight, I mean we been all aight when we unite, for sports or for sorts of common unity, I dream a beam of you and me together would be forever, not a gleam that disappear, kiss ya peer, I ain’t saying we gotta be swaying like that, but take back slack you cast on others, we all our brothers, we last together and need each other. This is common knowledge to the milage, of the road travelers of narrow ass paths, I deplored up on unraveling the, challengers. That want beef to continue, grief in the venue, then you wanna see death basically, y’all have crept, erasing G’s, whether so called gangsta’s or good guys. I know we go all as them worthy peeps on the Earth we keeps on, no pranksta’s, you could try, to say some have bad actions but we made a grade that paid they dues in our own shoes, mad reactions to bring up the difference, I do it my way, I say it so fluid to me, truly but they be repentance with vengeance, hoping I’m learning my lessons, I’m churning out these same lessons back, ease pain and maintain, sometime ya gotta, take a chance, make a stance for what really right, and I know the land we go say the shit on, we get long ass ego’s if we think we better than what they know, but hey bro, I also know y’all go say they absolutes, the gab ya hoots, certain words hurtin’ in blurbs or more, okay, well that true.

Not Even Sure (Prod. wizardpem)

Troon and Kent (slowed)

Tommy Troon (outro)

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Nope you're too troon

Troonlish

Scoob

sex drugs rock and rave lets get mashed and misbehave.

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