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Link:
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Muggin [Prod.shyguy]

FUCK A RECORD DEAL. Shout outs the Bza $.Dot and Gerald G.
Bza Link: @thebzabreez
$.Dot Link: @tso04

Produced by shyguy
Link: @shyguy_the_freak

LYRICS:

I'm overdosing on Gucci 
How did I turn out so bougie 
I just had order some Sushi 
Just wanna buy me some coogi 
I got a rack in my blue jeans 
I use to save for a gram of weed
I used to smoke on that bamma weed 
I put that shit on my family 
My nigga keep cane like he danity 
I can not fuck wit it my sanity 
Fuck the fame and the vanity 
Now all my niggas is jammin me 
I still can't tell what these camera mean 
I just sippin keep my camomile 
I won't pull off in the limousine 
Stay independent say fuck a deal 

Fuck a deal, fuck a deal 

FUCK a deal like I'm bza 
I'm still feeling so exsquiza 
Ballteam that's the bidness 
Ballelujah ain't no limits 
You playing games I don't scrimmage 
Get yo weight up eat some spinach 
Smell like loudy at the dentist 
Problem child I feel like Dennis 
Watch me skatin out to Venice 
Watch em hate from the sideline 
Makin my niggas my tenants 
Spotta weak boy like a blemish 
Just started speaking some Flemish 
I made it rain out in Belgium 
I had to turn off the television 
Had me going blind like the Melvins 
Now this is the look of a man on a mission 
Ain't got no boss still stand at attention 
Fuck the laws use to stay in detention
Originators, FUCK an Elvis 
Nigga get off my pelvis 
I said so what if I'm selfish 
Yo girl lookin at me I'm healthy 
I said so what if you wealthy 
I ain't got time for no jealousy 
I can't not hear what they tellin me 
I'm a keep doing my own thing 

Fuck a deal fuck a deal 
Fuck a deal like I'm S-dot
Ain't in yo league then don't worry bout it bout it bout it 
Taken my drink to the lobby 
They think rappin just a hobby 
I ain't cappin would be obvi 
Slide over the roof like I'm Bobby
Prolly Taken my drink to the lobby 
They thinkin rappin a hobby 
I ain't cappin would be obvi 
Sliding over the roof like I'm Bobby

Original song:
https://soundcloud.com/thebzabreez/fuck-a-record-deal-bza-ft-s

FUCK A DEAL [Prod.shyguy]

"Love Is Drug"

Vocals by:
Mayo ( @atxmayo )
&
Click-Clack ( @click-clack )

Produced By:
IAMKRT ( @iamkrt)

Mixed/Mastered by:
Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Graphic by:
Foreign Forest ( @foreignforest )

Lyrics.

Verse One (Mayo):
Keep thinkin bout this lil shorty.. 
Fell in love this be sorta like my drugs 
That I take to calm me.. 
fell in love with the wrong one 
Am i above all this petty shit.. 
everytime I see her on the paper in the face book.. 
my confidence was like a lazer until I left your side this im sure..
Hopefully you're noticing I'm insecure.. 
Tryna find a cure for the madness in my mind..
I don't wanna lie to you.. 
I am so attracted to the heart you got inside of you..
Baby actin crazy like I'm known to do.. 
I've been way too lazy this is overdue..
Get up get down get on and on.. 
feelin like im all alone 
Trippin like a maricon.. 
No one ever had a clue.. 
all this music that you hear was made because of you.. 
Baby I'm!

Verse Two (Click-Clack):
Oh you I know got that that forbidden fruit 
Girl you so off limits what we finna doooo
She asking all these questions like an interview ayyyy
Ok ok I get you I'm right on the way 
Coulda fell asleep driving but I'm still awake 
Tell me how I fell off if I'm feeling great
Don't believe in fate I break the destination point 
I'm back home smoking in the lazy boy!!
Paranoid they build me up then they destroy 
Paranoid they build me up then they destroy 
Skrt swerve different route veto and avoid
Please stay out my bidnes bit I'm gettin annoyed  
ain't made a no building blocks just one solid piece 
Funny how you gotta fall to find out you a beast 
Yeah yeah I did it white gold I got it fitted!
One day its nothing but love the next its just a gimmick 
How you thought we would still talk if the shit was finished 
It may hurt for right now but that will diminish 
How you thought we would still talk if the shit was finished 
It may hurt for right now but that will diminish

Love Is Drug [Prod. IAMKRT] | Mayo X Click-Clack

metal genre type shit nigga

raps: @click-clack
beat: @lordfubu
graphic: @haakon
mix: aime brunn  @ launchpadatx

Lyrics:

Ok so fair enough
One time for ya smile I don't need the love 
Baby you the girl that I been dreaming of 
Ay I see you, ay I see you, ay I see you
She got me in ICU, hangin by a thread 
I ain't tryna to fuck I'd rather give her head 
I'm a nasty nigga needa take my ass to bed
Ooooh ooh ooh, need to shut my mouth 
I ain't tryn push it she might shut me down 
She said that will not happen feelings mutual 

I said oh my god, oh my, god 
I said oh my god, oh my, god
I said oh my god, oh my, god
I said oh my god, h my, god

I said oh my god!! Oh my goodness!!
I might be in trouble from the look of it
It's ok I'm alright, 
Now ok, I'm alright
I'm just focused on myself for the moment 
I want the white gold I thought you've know n it 
...But baby I won't let it get in the way
...But baby I won't let it get in the way

I said oh my god, oh my, god 
I said oh my god, oh my, god
I said oh my god, oh my, god
I said oh my god, oh my, god

...But baby I won't let it get in the way
Started out with problems in the first place 
Don't be caring what they think this ain't no survey 
Please don't ask where I'm from I'll say my birthplace 
They want to know too much 
I'm Hank hill you bobby boy I'll tell you what 
Don't worry bout my grind cause you can't tell me nutt
And I ain't Fallin off so you can't help me up 
I don't need no luck

I said oh my god, oh my, god 
I said oh my god, oh my, god
I said oh my god, oh my, god
I said oh my god, oh my, god

Bob bless boy fair enough I want fur coats
Sushi rolls chase the rice wine wit some merlot
Straight from Rome 1999 I feel like Virgil
Organize minds tryna show em where the words go
A+ got the good gas that's that honor roll
On a roll just some personal keep it on the low 
Tryna put me on a show I don't even wanna go 
I just wanna stay home what chu you tryna pay tho 

I said oh my god, oh my, god 
I said oh my god, oh my, oh my

Omg [Prod. Lordfubu]

Vocals/Lyrics by: Dowrong of DSR/ALVMNI/LOEG'z
Link: @ladarrian-torry

Beat by: White Jamal
Link: @mikulak

Mixing by: Eric Dingus of DSR
Link: @eric-dingus

Dream Sequence Records Page: @dream-sequence-records

The Dowrong EP final

Dowrong - Dowrong's Prayer [Prod. White Jamal]

Vocals/Lyrics by Click-Clack
Link: @Click-Clack

Produced by Boy Arthur
Link: @arthurmoveapak

Mix and Master by Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studio in Austin, Texas.
Link: @a2rdpro

LYRICS:

What you got there, 
Yeah Im gonna drive don't wanna walk there,
All you got is mid I want top fare
Pops use say life is just not fare 
Can't knock the grind if you ain't got shares
What you got  
What you got there 
Yeah Im gonna drive don't wanna walk there,
All you got is mid I want top fare
Pops use say life is just not fare 
Can't knock the grind if you ain't got shares
What you got there

Yeah I'm fuckin on it feel like chxpo I might get there
Oooohhh baby, yeah I here for it, I don't get scared
How you doin, how the fuck you doin how you really doin 
Fuck all shit you think they'd wanna hear 
I Don't let em, charge me up 
I don't let em, charge me up 
On my lonely boy I been about my bucks
I Don't let em, charge me up 
I don't let em, charge me up 
On my lonely boy I been about my bucks

Yeah, ok, alright definitely 
Yeah, ok, alright definitely 
Yeah, yeah, alright definitely 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I think understand
They want grandiose projection of like who I am 
But I'm just who I am
I think understand
They want grandiose projection of like who I am 
But I'm just who I am

What do you want from me,
........I'm Just a human being
Yeah ok alright definitely 
Ok ok alright yeah alright definitely 

That's a bet, Feel harden I might get my check, oohh 
Said I look good.. last time I saw you I was wrecked 
Watch where step now, rare when I step out...
Won't hold breath now I won't check out 
Respect when I speak, I respect when you speak so I wouldn't expect nothing else
Respect when I speak, I respect when you speak, I won't argue it's bad for my health
....Ok

Yeesh [Prod. Boy Arthur]

Full EP:
https://soundcloud.com/click-clack/sets/sleep-no-more-ii

Vocals/Lyrics by Click-Clack
Link: @Click-Clack

Produced by Cop Boy
Link: @cop-boy

Mix and Master by Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studio in Austin, Texas.
Link: @a2rdpro

LYRICS:

Playboi like carti my piss might be dirty 
My wrist might be hurting they feelings up early 
Up late I'm up early
Can't C me like scurvy 
I need all my vitamins 
Blue one the orange one white ones 
I might just play with my life once 
Said I would flip em went thru em 
Don't ask how I'm doing, 
Out with the old bring the new in, 
The language I'm fluent 
The language I'm fluent

That's the language I'm fluent 
The language I'm fluent 
The language I'm fluent
That's the language I'm fluent 
Affluent the wealth you Don't care bout my health 
Why you lying you cracker
The Cheese on my mind like a packer 
Before and the aftermath 
Are you after that
In the trap I don't smoke I need hasmat 
Baby do the math 

Subtractin these fuck boys don't need no new friends I can't add that 
That'd be bad math 
I'm out there's just too many strangers
Now I feel uncomfortable back to my habitat
That's the tabernac
Oh how I want a Tesla no Cadillac 
But still floatin on pokes give you cataracts 
So well spoken on spokes I'll be havin that 
Did you gather that 
They keep playing like pawns I might castle that 
You keep buggin your plug I caint hassle that
You keep fumblin words I can't pass it back 
They keep takin them chances I'm acid rap
They on dusty that water I'm mastercraft
Not above anything but don't ask for that 
You knock like the cops where your manners at 
At home don't have company I cannot answer that 
Factually off my property please do not stand there I might bring the hammer back 
Oh it's the police can I see 2 forms of ID and your badge cause I think you a scammer act 
Actually over the influence thank you for asking me 
I got some family from Parmer to StassAny
...Lock the glove do five under you passing me 
Moving to fast for me, 
I can't say you too fast for yourself 
My heart racin it's bad for my health 
Mix breed but I'm black when she belt for me 
Mix breed but I'm white she cry for me 
My flesh is so grey like the skies can be 
This rain on my teeth ain't disguising me 
My heart made of gold that's the nicest meat 
It's so nice to meet you 
It's so nice to meet


The language I'm fluent 
The language I'm fluent
That's the language I'm fluent

Rate This Translation [Prod. Cop Boy]

Lyrics/Vocals by:
Click-Clack @click-clack
Swish Fifty @fiftyfiftyfifty

Produced By:
Swish Fifty @fiftyfiftyfifty

Mix/Mastered By:
Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios (Austin, Texas)

Lyrics:
Fair enough, that's okay
I don't bluff, make a play
Fair enough, that's okay
I don't bluff, make a play
I don't have to bluff, but I won't fold
Keep it on the hush, on the low-low
Baby, that's too much, it's a boat load
Flexing without reason, that's a no-no

That's how we on it
No sir, no sir, no ma'am, we not going
Granted I be like I'm Horace
Banging on the block, we crashing boards 
Sure, of course, talk that talk but you ain't scoring
I need a statue in Canton
Pass outta bounds with the family
Sham and cheese got em dancing
Brace your knees, get a bandage
Gee whiz, goddammit
Play some d, get em fancy 
I can spoil a bitch rancid

Fair enough, that's okay
I don’t bluff, make a play
Fair enough, that's okay
I don't bluff, make a play
I don't have to bluff, but I won't fold
Keep it on the hush, on the low-low
Baby, that's too much, it's a boat load
Flexing without reason, that's a no-no

Flex, I might flex, I might flex on these niggas
My bankroll so long, they can't count up the digits
Game in my grasp got em spun like a fidget
My goodness, good gracious, goddamn got no limits
We in it
You can't stop the team, just diminish
This ain't no scrimmage, full contact, you want that
Said no, you ain't with it, you don't want the combat
Might get up
Exquisite
Austrailian
Like wombat
On God

Fair enough, that's okay
I don’t bluff, make a play
Fair enough, that's okay
I don't bluff, make a play
I don't have to bluff, but I won't fold
Keep it on the hush, on the low-low
Baby, that's too much, it's a boat load
Flexing without reason, that's a no-no

Yamaha Ft. Swish Fifty [Prod. Swish Fifty]

Written, performed and produced by Eric Mikulak aka 
Click-Clack / @click-clack
White Jamal / @mikulak

Engineered mixed and mastered by Aime Brunn & Eric Mikulak at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.

Artwork by ULTRASHOOK
https://twitter.com/ultrashook?lang=en

Released under Ballteam Records.

Lyrics:
Really I thought the shit was fine but we sent it back
I’m too stuck in my mind I can’t interact 
You always going live on the internet 
She always look me in the eyes when we interact 
I can’t Touchdown I’m on hella wax 
Twelve said ABC can you spell it back 
Fuck no, bitch I’m off a bean I’m feeling cutthroat 
When it come to respect I need the utmost

You niggas weak you just ain’t got the gusto 
Trust issues got ya trust broke 
I don’t do the most I do the ut most 
Got your heart broke that’s how love goes
You niggas weak you just ain’t got the gusto 
Trust issues got ya trust broke 
I don’t do the most I do the ut most 
Got your heart broke that’s how love goes

That’s just the way it goes, lady love don’t 
Forget to play it slow, when it comes up 
That’s just the way it goes, way it sums up 
Now I need gross sums, something handsome
Just tryna match my mood made an anthem
I don’t mean to be rude but you rancid 
Throw some water on your body need a baptism 
Act gifted said you hardbody but yo pack missin 

You niggas weak you just ain’t got the gusto 
Trust issues got ya trust broke 
I don’t do the most I do the ut most 
Got your heart broke that’s how love goes
 You niggas weak you just ain’t got the gusto 
Trust issues got ya trust broke 
I don’t do the most I do the u t most 
Got your heart broke that’s how love goes


That’s a grown man thirty have you itching 
Handle business wake up in the mornin do the dishes 
Gasoline smell have you breathing where the fish is 
Delicious, lamb chop greasy out the kitchen 
Pitch it he did a buck fifty for the whole zip 
Roll it, while I’m getting busy gettin focused 
Whole clip do it for my dogs like I’m John wick 
Conscious, grown man thirty lose conscience 
Ain’t done shit yet why you acting so accomplished 
That’s your brother why he name you his accomplice  
That ain’t yo friend why you buyin in that nonsense 
I had to tax said they was here for a conference 
Had some concentrate I whipped it in an omelet 
I’m at the intercontinental in the gauntlet 
You got need I got wants that’s a long list 
I don’t need what I want but I want it 

You niggas weak you just ain’t got the gusto 
Trust issues got ya trust broke 
I don’t do the most I do the u t most 
Got your heart broke that’s how love goes
You niggas weak you just ain’t got the gusto 
Trust issues got ya trust broke 
I don’t do the most I do the ut most 
Got your heart broke that’s how love goes

Utmost [Prod. White Jamal]

All songs produced by @shyguy_the_freak
All songs Mixed/Mastered with Aime Brunn at Launchpad Studios in Austin, Texas.
Graphic Art by @histo-sz

Lyrics:
Put it in the dash box locked that’s a warrant 
This cop better talk to me nice just a warning 
Coffee in my yeti it’s too early in the morning 
Second car pull up like hornets and they swarming 

That I’m why screaming Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man it’s bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell
Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man that's bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell

Tags out lock the quarter bow in the dash now 
Racks out when we hit club we gon' spazz out 
Back down yeah he talk loud but he’ll back down 
I see where you coming from like yo tracks out 
Hell naw I can’t be no bum I need stacks now 
Can’t be begging for no crumbs I need half now 
Cash out I don’t want no cash I want assets 
Acreage you know why they mad when we make it 

Put it in the dash box locked that’s a warrant 
This cop better talk to me nice just a warning 
Coffee in my yeti it’s too early in the morning 
Second car pull up like hornets and they swarming 

That I’m why screaming Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man it's bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell
Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bale and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man that's bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell

Fuck 12, yeah that means fuck em all 
When you talk about the good ones that shit make my skin crawl 
Just another tough guy real big balls 
Fuck 12, yeah that means fuck em all

That I’m why screaming Fuck 12, 
Need a quarter bail and that just for myself, 
I can’t do that pharma man it’s bad for my health, 
Pigs wearing armor, yeah they fried and it smells 
Like hell
Fuck 12, 

They all guilty by association

They all guilty by association

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