Lyrics:

(A Hype Verse)

My confidence is bottomless. The dominance, synonymous. With a change, being strange. Had me tad, bit deranged. I, learned to accept, turned the neglect and tears that was kept. For years that I wept, I turned that to treasure. That I earned, at my measure. Of pleasure, I been given this living, we know I’m driven. If he go skiddin’, his homies back him up no kidding. They show me no fo’ bidding. That’s that love in prominence. I was used and bruised incompetence. ‘Till I fused the confidence.

Swag Hype 2 (Feat. swagtastic) (Prod. blackwinterwells, d0llywood1, feardorian) (Mix. em0rave)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

All I want is devotion, gimme some mo’ of that potion. Lemme just go wit’ the motion, bet we can cross any ocean. Nothing divide us, you bluffing if you think I sink in the drink. Ain’t tossing aside this, thang we got going, she knowing that mink. I’ll buy for her, yeah, I’ll die for her, yeah. We flowing like lovers, just look at the magic we make under covers. So tragic how the media does us, but we so loyal. I’m needing ya boo, you stay true, I love you, no foil. To our plan, life span of me and my wife, can. You get yours? Of course, self love the source. She My Lil Boo, me I ill too, she like my compliments. Diss her and I stomp the sense, in ya brain, feel the pain? Better, cause no better than her, yessir she more. Priceless than cheddar, ice this is sweet but for her she can’t be beat. Nice, us is a couple. I flip the style so wild as to supple. I could keep pile on the child trauma. Or get up, don’t let up cause I’m a. Pursue you boo, I’m Chief like Keef to be truly brief my teeth. Tongue, speak the strung, love language, above any strange dish. You could taste, let’s face, kiss with no haste, embrace. She My Lil Boo, will you, marry me? I carry the, ring wit’ me, best of the diamonds, sing wit’ me, I gets the rhymin’, you gets the my friend. Forever and ever, I love us together. We is so clever, whether, snow or thunder, it no wonder. We got no bummers, I keep it real, peep the feel in the Hummers. Shoutout Summrs.

She My Lil Boo (Feat. Summrs)

Lyrics:

(Yokai verse)

Riding this boy We euro stepping Niggas so savage we got no connection We rapping so flawless we looking perfection Yee They call me a crazy sensation Repping like 25 nations Balling Jeremy Sochan Nigga we balling in Soho You know we looking for two hoes Wow Swear I ain’t tripping You know I be saving the ammo Exfoliating my face with some Avon On Poland we cooking insane bro Euro stepping we looking like Dame bro And these niggas they looking so lame bro I’m balling you know where I came from Making noise this how the game goes Hear my voice you know the pain goes Away Nigga be faking the fade away You can hear alll the bullshit they say Euro stepping we looking like Klay bro

(A Hype verse)

414, Jordan Poole. Crossover, boy we rule. You’re a bore, chore in school. I’m a boss, joy and cool. Rhyme I toss, Euro Step. Dirk for the Mavs, thorough rep. You’re Perk on the Cavs, done and slow. I’m a jerk? Hell nah, ho. I’m calling this shit how it is, wow I got a zit and kids. Just kidding bitch, I have none. I’m ridding bids from past sun. Light aight? I was fucking up my mental. Right, but might I switch up my whole full credential. This is a sav’ one, a blast from the sum of balling. I’m smacking that shit from deep like some gum on the wall, never falling. Yum! I am all you want. Handles, no scandals and flaunt. 3 Balls, gee y’all’s, can’t compete, I can’t be beat. I wreck a beat, I check the heat, over cook, drove your look. To lames who play games cause ya don’t believe in my flames. Ah, ha, I’m never ever stopping. Next time you ask what’s popping, you’ll be a fool dropping.

Yah, Real Mark Hype, shout out Yokai, shout out NORMAN.

Euro Steppin' (Feat. Yokai) (Prod. Mark Jones)

Lyrics:

(Yokai verse)

on my way to singapore we getting money we got the guap we are so full we getting money we are so rich and we cant lose we getting money basically i flex on u we getting money yeah lor dembow and tony called me had to take the call niggas sitting on my penthouse rolling paper yeah and now we doing tiktok hits yeah we bought the mall this the comeback of the yokester gotta go harder yeah on a private plane we bumping angel dior smoking on new york got some groupies that gonna fall in love go back to alma rosa pa el hoyo flow john wall dunking on these niggas not even a competition agusronny and the label at the top of the position driving on my vespa we avoiding the collision uh we arrived in casablanca looking for my ingrid bergman anthony behind of me this nigga is my main man yeah, honestly what can i say man we money getters thats the main plan

(A Hype verse)

On my to Singapore we getting money yeah. I bring a whore on the private jet, so I get wet. While I pile up the money, this shit is funny yeah. I fling some more in the air like I don’t care. What they may say, I got a lot of dough yo, the A way. Had to go from the flo’, to out the do’, vacay. In the best spots, I got the West locked. I got the East knocked, I’m a beast sending shots.

Bitch I’m ill, out for the mil’, doubt it I kill, you for real, ya crew too spill, blood and shit, who do feel that scud to lit. Transition I do, fans listen, I knew, I get sure boring, well this shit ain’t for snoring. I fucked yo bitch, now how do you respond? I fucked her from dawn ‘til ya caught on, such a fawn. Rookie ain’t get nookie, I bet that I get clit. Money Money, sunny days and gaze ahead. Ya dread me fucking from the other side of the pond. I dead ya dreams as it seems, watch me ride that hoe blond.

Gettin Money 2023 Freestyle (Feat. Yokai) (Prod. Mark Jones)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

ROAR! Here comes the dinosaur. More ferocious than before, plants atrocious to this carnivore. SOAR! I’m a pterodactyl, my hair attract you now that it grown, the snare impact true, it blown. In the car, in the bar, when talking to the star. That twinkle, I had a nice dream of ice cream with no sprinkle. I’m a basic man, but open me up like a Vlasic can. And I’ll talk to you, not walk through you, haan! Like French, we ridin’ waves like Max B. My mic quench the thirst of worst facts, ya see. We escape reality, when we shape what calling me, freedom, gee, um, just SHOUT! OUT! I’m “Da Biggest Bird”, or ya gig’s a turd. Don’t be a party pooper, I’m a smarty and a hooper. They say, hey, you dumb like Sid The Sloth. Who come to that conclusion get cook like broth, a solution. Not like math, FUCK calculus, I tell ya this. I wanna dreaaaaaam, being a memeeeeeee, ain’t as bad as it seeeeeeeeeeem, I paint so rad wit’ the teaaaaaaaaam, Saint ain’t a fad, you get spanked like son, cause we dad. Thank us much a ton. Our fire ain’t blank, more higher in rank? Nah, we just letting loose ooze flow. Setting, choose, who’s down to go! YO! This moment will pass. Just like the gas that’s coming from my ass.

ROAR! (Feat. Saint Mercator) (Prod. Quill)

Lyrics:

(A Hype's Lyrics)

Making big hits like I’m David Ortiz. Shaking them hips be faded shorties. Taking them trips top rated overseas. Baking wit’ wit’s, I’m saving more cheese. For sure G’s, certified money in the bank. Spread the wealth, ahead wit’ health, top rank. You’re pleas, ain’t stopping these funny pranks. People pull that bull and be full of shanks. Just wait a minute, I’d hate to sin it, keep going. Greater winning in the later inning, peep sowing. Up what ya can, in this span, have ran the dough. Man the show like a scandal though, van go through. All the cities wit’ the pities, titties be blinding. I’m minding my own, cause I’m grown, no signing. Me away, I be a play away from success. Shit, I already damn am wit’ what I bless.

No mercy, even if controversy. Follow, just know I ain’t hollow, on the jersey. I rep Mitchell And Ness, bitch you’ll have stress. If ya quest is to best me, I guess ye complex me. I flex the, power every hour wit’ the shit that tower. I’m way past my years, you’re in the past like Sears. Sure, tears, nah but ya wasn’t there. When I been bad and I wasn’t buzzin’ in the ear.

Well I’m here now, bitch.

Dom Hype (Feat. Dom Jordan) (Prod. FiveFingersNoah)

Lyrics:

I’ve been ready for a moment like this, another new album dropping, another Musa beat to open this shit up. Seize the moment, that’s how we do. Now, I know I’ve been a flawed human, I’ve been trying hard, but I can always try harder. Let’s go, one shot.

Praying to God, that I do get old. I’ve gotta settle the sco’ wit’ the cold. Though I’m at peace, it a lease, so that gold. Ain’t staying, so sad at how times have rolled. This is a chance to dance and be bold. Break out the  mold and take out, have pulled. Bullshit full wit’ lies being told. This the real me, not just what I hold. Onto, that I’m a don you must admire. Speaking con spew, c’mon, be true, inspire. The future, nurture I may have not had. I can give to my seeds and go spot rad. Passion in fashion where I ain’t even look nice. I mean what not seen, but got keen advice, look twice. Befo’ we go trust over lust, some peeps crooks. Dumb creeps have me shook, from heaps of what they took. But look … maybe it’s mentality. Maybe say we change our shit, it ain’t finality. Maybe more than pray we ain’t strange and more normality, we get set on being the best us, morality. Maybe we good, maybe we should. Do this, do that, nah we would. If we were you, but we steer our view. Clearly few like how we do. Actually one, factually one, you, yourself, do yourself. Love yourself, don’t shove yourself, so when I’m praying, maybe I’m saying. Give me strength, I wanna live a length that never stop. But hey, what may happen, I’m a keep doing me, and stop this cappin’. You ever drop, a motive cause ya was told it dumb? I sever stop from go cause no mo’ will I fold shit from. Not getting attention, letting ascension get to me was scary. Promotive theatrics tactics had me very wary. Just be you, truly be true, that’s the goal. At least for me, I cease to be if I ain’t my soul. That beast I see in the mirror is clear, my fakeness. To have peace, I must do this self searching, go awake this. Halo over me, get this lurching devil off my back. I know I can do it, a sober spree from evil wack. Forces, of course it’s, me who gotta solve. So I know like greats of natures, I gotta go evolve.

Keep doing you. Keep growing and going.

Evolve (Prod. Musa, st1cks, soupandreas, tonto)

trigger happy, brody, gargamel - we fuckin' shit up (Feat. A Hype) (Prod. A Hype) (intro)

Three Headed Monster (Feat. Moneybagg Yo & Freddie Gibbs) (Prod. A Hype)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse 1)

I got them Khaki’s on, my gal she got them Taki’s on, the couch, I vouch for more spice, I got a pouch of pure advice, ice ya ego, we know that it, can get crazy, hazy addict, I’ve became, live wit’ shame, I strive to game the system prism. But what the rules are the same, no matter what data ya claim, fools spar over fame, ‘til we kill and ghouls, far from heart, let not depart the art, I’m playing in the shit I’m saying, cause I’m staying kid wit’ dreams, what happened already, did shit memes. On my rappin’ and steady I thread the needle still, my lead you’ll fill. Never, my endeavor is of its own, this shit’s blown. But hey, where they Taki’s go? There no way I lack these, bro! If you stole I Wack these Moles. Hammer slam ya soul, I got them Khaki’s goals.

(A Hype verse 2)

Woah! I got the Khaki’s full of pull. These gal’s coming at me, calls humming, that be. Lots of conversation, I gots it on PlayStation. I gots it on vacation. I gots it every nation. Endless duration, I send this text and then deflation. I fumble the bag, now do I crumble and sag? No way, yo ayy. I keep going wit’ Khaki’s, my deep flowing attract these. Music heads, my acoustic leads are from my tongue. I strung some BS we stress, and all y’all do find it fun. You wanna eat? Here’s a cracker, fiesta Zesta! After. I gonna beat this level, fuck Bowser, he a devil. Fuck Mouser, SMB2. We a browser that them see through. Read my thoughts, I got lots, of shit I bleed fo’. Such as much gas I fart. And fits that spits my art. Khaki’s they have my heart, Khaki’s they make me smart. Read mo’ to fill ya bubble, and don’t spill ya mind to trouble, I do find I’m kind when thinking, that’s why I say, FUCK DRINKING!

KHAKIS (Feat. Yokai) (Prod. Mark Jones)

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