Where grace and grit collide — for the ones still balancing the holy and the hell-bound.

Oil & Holy Water

Experimental Hip Hop x Outkast Type Beat – “heavy yarn”

Chubby Boy (Prod. Lo Jettra)

Yeah… it’s them Houston nights.
Top down, trunk up.
City lights gleamin’ off that chrome —
We just rollin’, baby… real slow.

Houston nights under city lights,
Grill gleam bright, feelin’ just right.
Candy paint drippin’ while the skyline shine,
Ridin’ on these roads with that peace of mind.
H-Town love, that southern soul,
Purple in my cup, but my heart stay gold.
Every mile I ride, every story I told,
Houston nights — that’s where dreams unfold.

I hit 45 South with the bass on deep,
Chrome wheels turnin’ like I don’t sleep.
Neon glow from the Bayou streets,
I’m a city-born king in my bucket seat.
Paul Wall taught me how to shine that grill,
Stay humble in the struggle, hustle with skill.
From Third Ward corners to the Heights on chill,
We grind all day, then we ride for the thrill.

Houston nights under city lights,
Grill gleam bright, feelin’ just right.
Candy paint drippin’ while the skyline shine,
Ridin’ on these roads with that peace of mind.

Streetlights dance on that downtown glass,
Where the present meets echoes of the past.
Every turn remind me, this life move fast,
But the H keep me grounded, built to last.
Bun and Pimp laid the concrete code,
We still tippin’ slow on that open road.
Faith in the grind, let the blessings load,
From the Northside blocks to the South I rode.

Screw still playin’ through the midnight hum,
That Houston skyline — where I’m from.
Steel heart, gold grill, and a full tank, son,
Ain’t nothin’ like H-Town when the day is done.

Houston nights under city lights,
Grill gleam bright, feelin’ just right.
Candy paint drippin’ while the skyline shine,
Ridin’ on these roads with that peace of mind.
H-Town love, that southern soul,
Purple in my cup, but my heart stay gold.
Every mile I ride, every story I told,
Houston nights — that’s where dreams unfold.

Yeah…
From the Galleria glow to the Gulf Coast breeze,
We ride slow, we talk slow, we live free.
This one’s for every H-Town dreamer still rollin’.
Keep that trunk loud and your faith golden.

We still rollin rollin
Let the world move slow slow slow slow
Still rollin rollin
Let the world move slow
Stilllll rollin, sloooow
Trunk beat rumble, chrome shine flow,
Screw turn back time — let the world move slow (echo)
H-T-Town baby… ride foreverrrr …
( for-for-everrrr … everrrr … )

Houston Nights(HD)

A Ninja Moment Prod.Kooba II

A Huey Freeman Christmas Prod.Shadowhound04

English M.F Prod.Wante

Murder place

TipToeing

Yeah, yeah…
Welcome to H-Town’s inferno.
They want bars? I bring brimstone.
Let’s GO!
Yeah!
I’m spittin’ venomous sentences, menaces tremblin’,
Rhythm and adrenaline blendin’ in every penmanship.
I’m the GOAT with a notepad, motor like a V8,
Houston fire storm — I roar when the beat shake.
They call me wigger, configure my sound, it’s bigger,
I pull the trigger with lyrics that flicker quicker than liquor.
I’m sicker than cynics thinkin’ I mimic their scriptures,
But I’m scripture rewritten — my rhythm deliver pictures.
Microphone preacher, baptize the block in flame,
Bar so hot it sterilize your stage name.
I’m a hurricane brain with that Texas slang,
Red dirt in my veins, Red dirt in my chains, (repeat)
Fire in my lungs, pressure in my pen,
H-Town thunder when the storm begin.
You can mock my skin, try to box me in,
But I spit that venom till the walls cave in.
Fire in my lungs, pressure in my pen,
H-Town thunder when the storm begin.
Try to cross my name, but I cleanse my sin,
From the southside roots to the crown I win.

I’m the bigger boss, you scorn your loss,
Toss words from the cross, get torn and flossed.
Talk cheap when the mic heat meet frost,
But I spit truth raw — no sauce, no gloss.
Engine hummin’ like a sermon in motion,
Each rhyme devotion, each flow explosion.
Took pain, took hate, turned both to potion,
Now I rise in the smoke, that’s holy emotion.
Never been a clone of the mainstream scene,
I’m the ghost in the system, the code between.
Eminem drive with a southern lean,
Mean with the schemes like a dream machine.

Fire in my lungs, pressure in my pen,
H-Town thunder when the storm begin.
You can mock my skin, try to box me in,
But I spit that venom till the walls cave in.
Fire in my lungs, pressure in my pen,
H-Town thunder when the storm begin.
Try to cross my name, but I cleanse my sin,
From the southside roots to the crown I win.

They can call me what they want — I still talk divine,
Still write rhymes that bend spines in time.
From the Screw tapes deep to the 8-mile grind,
I fuse both worlds in one bloodline.


I’m… the fiiire… of the souuuth…
Veenom spreaad… from the moouuth…
H-Towwn… stiill hooooldin’…
Baaars tooo cold… tooo boooldin’…

Venom(HD)

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