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(A Hype verse)

Yo, let me say something.

There’s been some friends that I’ve lost, out of decency, I won’t go trash ‘em and bash ‘em cause of recency bias, I’ll try this, and let me just say, then from here on out, that ain’t how it work out, okay? No one is perfect, I’ve been dumb, when I’m sure wrecked, you’re checked out as a winner, I make you out as a jerk, doubting sinner, I been a emotional foul style kinda man, this whyna ran off at the mouth, it that when shit go south, that’s the cost. Friends ends when I spends my time picking flaws, tricking jaws to say shit that ain’t true, who tainted this shit really, let not get silly, it me, chilly. Heart done froze, well it’ll be how it goes ‘til I real get a dose, of reality, I’m nailing the point across, it’s not that I can’t go boss mode and to my old chumps, reconcile and mold lumps of broken pieces back, the code ain’t all that, Jesus, y’all at a place maybe, where my face disgraceful still, hey we, both weren’t ready, turnt steady, at the feeling we got from each other, you sure did teach, smother me wit’ reach, I’ve hit a skid since a breach of etiquette, I had a fit, or two, or three, we’re through, who’re you, wit’ out me. Who you was wit’ me, I didn’t get the, “be yourself”, thing down, dang, relinquish my crown, I been fishing now for more matches, just more patches to fill an empt’ heart, exempt from the start of a new path, unless I face this true wrath, and embrace what do add, up like math here, I fucked up, big time, no gig, I’m in need of a bath, clear and cleanse out the sins, spins of this can’t come close though, to when ya homie faint, know we acquaint, as those bro’s, who stay at play, like we ain’t need to be the closest, but our doses, put poise from boys to joys of now our poses, as grown men’s, ownings up to my mistakes, that’s best when alive, cause the rest been a sly sneak peak, at when ya organs tweak weak, then seek what ain’t there, to paint the pic clear, we all gon’ be on sick teary death beds, or your death is breath taken sudden, cool heads prevail but what it is without you is hell, feeling like the red button, being pressed, steaming stressed, fuming this, is cold and harsh, but the new real, a deal that sold and march into my life no choice, no voice in the decision, I can alter the vision, but the slaughter, true collision, new religion the way I pray, you was right here, we quite clear? So, so just trust your gut and do what’s right, befo’ we go and set off into the after life, whatever it is, if it is, but never take this, for granted, bliss is key, give flowers while they can smell, hours of attention for them to see, powers, ascension, that be, what can get in the way of love, the span I ran is free, ‘til the things we attach meaning to, was having me seeing through, the souls and goals of roles, we chose those, let’s be real, some of us, really do deserve coals, the nerve we have has holes, in it’s plan, benefits, mannnnn, we just living crazy, giving lazy takes to change us from fakes, we some snakes, and lately I wouldn’t date me, I rely on what the fate be, do I need to improve? Greatly. On a whim, move? No, this is gon’ be slow, but hey, what may we have, life back on the road. If you towed, just know you’ll be right back, I might slack but I have power over all that, yeah. Laying it down, flat. The facts, to the max.

The Beginning of the re birth of realization, respecting the righteous and repenting for running my jaw off like a rash.

The Speech Before The Funeral Speech (Eulogy 3) (The Beginning Remix) (Feat. Vynal) (Prod. truves)

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Bitch better have, my Honey Nut Cheerios. The OG, ya know me, I ain’t want it for that money, but very close. So go be, racing back on the runny, that teary dose, of mad a tad hit if it ain’t fit, this ain’t a funny, what dreary blows, this is to my head, I wanted a bliss, his bee self chef, prep wit’ rep and on the shelf, sped, to the box to get lots, on the spots, if, you don’t understand the wonderland, send shots, go send ya friend an email, detail, why you need to resell, your mind on the kind of find, that bee make, rethink ya inner sinner bind. Be a winner, lined up wit’ this shit, yup. But back to the issue, this shit is that wack, I gotta diss you, cause ya does not bring it to me, truly, that bee of the HNC. Go sling ya car, near or far, to where we spar, wit’ coupons and mo’, the grocery sto’, where food spawns and this dude on’s sight, is met wit’ might of that bee, HNC, I’m catchin’ free form falling for the balling I could and would do, wit’ a balanced breakfast, challenged, accepted. Wake, vast, ‘tunities in the day, scrutinies they at play, but wit’ HNC, no way do I care, I share the power of bee, ain’t a fucking way this shit devouring me. I eat so much, such trips to the shit room, take a long time, show how strong I’m in wit’ the eating, and meeting this is the need to heed to the sink, to drink, it take a hour to pee. Bitch, rich or poor can itch for more, so yo, no excuse, did you go and use, your dough to sure show you have the exchange, for the HNC, stay tuned for the next strange, tale after, but I’ll capture, the ending of this, I was sending my diss, but then he got back, when the hot stack, of boxes was revealed, I does the feeled, the hip hip, hurray party! Fuck paying taxes, that’s for another time, right now I might bow down again to, the bee of HNC, the crown in the cereal venue.

Honey Nut Cheerios (Prod. DJ 20124)

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(A Hype verse)

Screw acting cool, throwing hand signs and blowing like land mines only attracting a fool, then when you see what truly be you retracting, go back in school. You don’t wanna play dumb, be from the slum, you oughta boughta ray gun at least if you gonna say sum’. Hey, done is my sly fake spray numb, ass thinking class is fo’ the dull one. Yeah it no fun, but go, run, if you wanna live that life, go give that knife to the back of yo opponent, stab ‘em, don’t just jab ‘em. Why you laugh, um, you think this shit a gaffe? Bum! People really will kill, I’m proud of where I am, a place where my face is safe, no strafe from above, I love my glove like protection, holding me down, now then, how in the fuck does that excuse this use, drunk mother fucker at the intersection. It don’t and won’t, enter the center wreckin’ of our car. And now I admit this sad shit, I go too far. Playing Jeezy loud like a crowd, I shout out each bar. Weezy too, these a few of my fav’ stars. They pave the road oh so fars, YOLO is what they say, shoot fo’ stars, root yo peers on and stay strong. But what I’m not gonna do, is pretend I stand a G in the, wanna shoot? Kinda sense, mind my dense vocab, on the mute, you can’t taint what I say if you don’t fairly listen. Air the tension, out no doubt if you ‘bout the cleansin’, of some young, sprung from the gun wit’ none suspension. Just auto fire, gotta dire situation, that peeps glisten to, deeps, nah, but who behind it, rewind it, walk a mile in they shoes, talk a style that they use, fuck it see all they views. Lot to it, got through shit that minor to some. Designer from tongue, I spit legit but know where I’m from. And when I say what I say, I stay out of way, from the real tough streets, I don’t ever bluff heats. If you hear what I gear myself up for, it’s mental health shit, and maybe eating supper. I ain’t rougher than a pebble, so stealth wit’ heat I don’t begin to meet, don’t kid yourself or a fib you’ll. Learn the hard way, burn in the yard, may be, your head on the shelf of a killers wall, who knows? Go trust and just don’t get into it, reminder from the finder of trial and error, I do affair in shit that I learn not to. Turn a new page, earn a blew wage, blew as in blown up, your price getting sown up, when you realize you mad nice as you grown up. But not in aged, gotten caged after 18. For thinking I am who I not, I got sinking. Not drinking, but I was so slurry, go worry out ‘bout all I brought to me in a hurry. Life, it taught to me, don’t believe the Hype. And I stand on land still cause I let ‘em hand pill, to me and accepted help, medicine when you let it’s thing in, it really make you feel yo self. Neglected, welp, you gon’ be on yo own. But point is, be proud of you, get the hint? This, is a living where we giving from diff’ angles, just do not bust yo spot and stay, if you mangles. You might slight and miff, dangles from can’t go back, I want no wack, well then, stop swellin’ ya ego, we know ya pop when you try to spry on what you ain’t, you taint and you die inside, the ride of my learnings, the turn bends but ends okay, now go play.

Go Play (Feat. Vynal) (Prod. DJ 20124)

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Look, who the fuck is that? Under the sea. Lives in a, pineapple, quite a wonder is he, such a fine sap dude, such a sight, he might steal ya thunder, he be the one getting noticed, Nickelodeon betting on priced budget heading to ‘em, he blew ‘em out the water, just look at the second movie he made, the tide did offer, a Sponge-Tastic Slaughter fun for son, daughter, etc on the big screen so extra, the gig seen up on theater, clear ya hopes cause these dopes ain’t screening no mo’, but on DVD, demand, we go see, the land of Bikini Bottom, and get it right, aight? It’s strictly a pineapple, not random like a, zucchini, got him? Okay, well I fucking didn’t watch the second one, I like fond, the first though, embursed in it yo, been a minute since I watched the show, it still will hold up, it gold up, top notched, bro, shining top tier, gold. Didn’t wince! Hear me clear? That how it told, now I sold you on the, show? Oh? No? Watch SpongeBob and take the plunge, throb ya heart for Krabby Patty’s, who care if you dare become a slabby fatty’s depiction, fuck that description. If ya from the deep blue sea, ya know how it go. If not, just got to peep through he, SpongeBob, the show. So, don’t grunge up the ocean, knowing you going to kill S-Bob’s motion. Yes! The job’s done at the Krusty Krab. Now is you rusty drab or for this ya see the lusty, let’s grab some grub! Bub!

SpongeHype (Prod. DJ 20124)

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Y’all can catch me, simply relaxing, limply cause my backs bent, the facts is my posture is some wack shit. To last forever and ever I gotta get mo’ clever, take better care of self, make each endeavor share my wealth, wit’ not just those I trust and lust fo’, I must go, close this bind I have inside, nav’ the ride up through what I hide, my inner winner, fuck a sinner I been a spinner, so sensational, pull like gravitational. In full I hate to go brag, so no bag, talk but yes I walk the line of fine dine, Red Robin, my head bobbin’ to the music playing, who’s lick I hit is honestly only the chicken displaying, plus the fries, this is lies if I were to, assure you I be by my lonely, hitting dudes wit’ guns, man we can be so rudes wit’ ones, that shoot down ya spine, and that’s just hateful words, imagine a gat pull, herds of y’all running, the gunning got a mall humming. Summon the police, and fuck ‘em, no mistake. But duck ‘em later, even a hater sees the impact. We’s the dim lackluster cluster of beings, we could be doing mo’ freeings but we choose to use war to kill, more will spill blood, this allure for war ain’t minor crud. Not a whyna dud, I look and wanna stop it, while the rich style a bitch and they wanna profit.

Fuck ‘em all.

But let’s have this dinner, bets on the finer things in this food like the bottomless steak fries, no fake guys at my table, me, myself, I. Quite a light weight in stable, this ain’t a hating fable. I just need to heed to looking out for me as I, said early, to dead yearly suicidal thoughts, let ‘em pass by, so vital I broughts up the ways to stays peak sky fly like gas high. That’s why, I’m still here, A Hype, stay ripe, feel it clear? So real in here, appealin’ or not I’m illin’, this is what I got.

This Is What I Got (Prod. DJ 20124)

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BLAM BLAM!!! Not the sound of gunshots, just an awakening, Hype is raking in his entrance he be taking in. From the morn’ when I making bacon then, to the eve when I believe, I’m the mother fucking don, man. This the mother fucking song, man. From the morn’ when I come reborn, to the night when I incite, my red light up on yo ass, don’t make a bitch mother fucker laugh. What a gaffe, he just half of the worthy being. This earth be seeing bitches rise, stay in yo fucking niches, guys. BLAM BLAM!!! Damn mam, didn’t mean to scare ya. I’m so fucking pumped, but no blow in the area. Mass hysteria, gas ‘em up and this is malaria. The way ego is a disease, we know the G’s, don’t make you them G’s!!!! Won’t shake the dice, and fake not nice. I know my role, I fall under the suburban. Swervin’ just ain’t my thing, I’ll never ever taint that bling bling. Acting like I came out the mud for it, but I tell ya, what the hell is that?!? Sorry, had to take a look, this mother fucker shaking shook. Cause he was the imitator, loves rap? Dim and a hater, deep inside, go peep his ride, he playing that dumb ass fuck shit. I can’t support Morgan Wallen, drunk or not he said it. Ja Morant in short the way you small or tall in size we still will be ballin’ and dunk on yo ass. Piece of shit, we dead it. Not the sound of gunshots, got the crown of fun plots, fought the town fo’ no jots, no one tryna stop me. Pop me, certainly, no one hurting me, I’m blessed as fuck. So when I say I’m stressed as fuck, I’m still so lucky. Not the sound of gunshots bucking, I brought the mound and pitched dots, from it, no plummet, no Tommy John. I’m the strong don and it’s on. But wait … is this imagery, bad enough? Mad the tough is sad and bluff? What bait? Nah I know what I’m doing! Cut that out and pout ‘bout suburban doing. The blurb “it’s a shoo-in” couldn’t be more right. We take things for granted, like the seeds we planted, will grow up and sow up they own next gen, I blown specs in my field though, yo. Cause I wield no, good looks. Self hating fo’ the bad hooks. God damn, like wood chucks. Where the fuck is this going? I’m knowing, that I’m not knowing, got growing sense that I’m, losing sense, oozing tense that confusing dense, here’s the hook I promise, hope I don’t bomb this.

FAKE, LIFE.

FUCK A FAKE, LIFE.

I HATE MY FAKE, LIFE.

FUCK YOUR FAKE, LIFE.

FAKE, LIFE.

FUCK A FAKE, LIFE.

I HATE MY FAKE, LIFE.

FUCK YOUR FAKE, LIFE.

FAKE, LIFE.

FUCK A FAKE, LIFE.

I HATE MY FAKE, LIFE.

FUCK YOUR FAKE, LIFE.

FAKE, LIFE.

FUCK A FAKE, LIFE.

I HATE MY FAKE, LIFE.

FUCK YOUR FAKE, LIFE.

Fake Life (Prod. DJ 20124)

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Hi my name is A Hype and you’re about to listen, to my surprise drop, I pop in and fright frisson, aight? This just in, if you diss, ya must been, a poor guy’s crop from the top, can’t chant the passcode so yo ass amass hate mode, hating ‘cause ya can’t get in, ranting when, I’m vacating the area of mass hysteria, norm’ peeps taunting me, cackling out ‘bout the wack I been, the world so this or that these days, I learned to miss an @, of swarm creeps, ‘cause when ya does pays, mind to the blind, they won’t see no matter what, they chatter either that you flatter rap or your platter cap. I see the latter trap, in some peeps who dub, they so real, yo ill is not having grub, when you watching TV, that just laughter, bub, some from switching free me, to back and forth, a pack up North, or South, or West, or East, wherever the mouth get test and ceased. Best release … fuck, do I know what I mean? I mean treat people better, then we can be equal debt for. Each other pain, but nah we teach to reach and blame, preach a lame, a good president? Ain’t a such thing. Who do you bang? Why can’t we all just get along? Resident. Then I think about what I sink ya in to start this song, my heart is strong wit’ disagreeing, this a plea in me, say what on ya mind, but be kind, we come from deity, and whether God or sod from past evolution, we need to feed our peers better on the level, who’s in, did ya hear me clearly? Who’s In!?! Years wetter, from tears setter, o’vo’ death, here’s that blur. We consume, on doom we love it, we covet the violence until it lead to our silence, power style, it’s not like you can’t think it, but we go too far, spar turn to car burn to far burn, whole nations gotta suffer, lotta buffer when ya don’t direct, get affect, but when, what then? Ya sit a wrecked fellow, hello turn to yearn to bye, why I, living, giving it my all from sky shattered, battered by the doing of evil devil, we as this people have got to shoot through the … shoot through, I root you, peace is the way, peace is the way, peace is the way, peace is the way.

Okay? Yay.

Peace Is The Way (Prod. DJ 20124)

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You can catch me, free styling, we whyling all down the allies, me and my Insta crew, my wins a few of my tally’s, I cross, a boss, isn’t measured by his success off one, he done run his shit by how it feel, that the deal, fun, I’m in it for fun, give me my crown, king of fun, in this thing I’m one.

You can catch me, free styling, we whyling all down the allies, me and my Insta crew, my wins a few of my tally’s, I cross, a boss, isn’t measured by his success off one, he done run his shit by how it feel, that the deal, fun, I’m in it for fun, give me my crown, king of fun, in this thing I’m one.

You can catch me, free styling, we whyling all down the allies, me and my Insta crew, my wins a few of my tally’s, I cross, a boss, isn’t measured by his success off one, he done run his shit by how it feel, that the deal, fun, I’m in it for fun, give me my crown, king of fun, in this thing I’m one.

You can catch me, bitch, king of fun, fuck it, I’m done.

Yo.

King Of Fun (Prod. DJ 20124)

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Who gathered the Avengers? This is me, so clean like I’m lathered up, we all ball strong, we on battered splendors, disses be seen as what mattered, bluff! That stuff is rough, really wanna walk? Down the path of kill, you may be smart, so part from where math ain’t about addition, it about how many bullets left in the engine. That a drill, at the steel, I’ll stay away, talk what I know, my flow mo’ o’ less like this, Hypeness, type bliss, now back to what the fuck I stack, the Avengers, contenders, ten years I nearly been writing, the fun, there’s a lot wit’ the shit ya jot. Rating ya self a ten, go do it, confidence. Mating ya self to the love of the form, obvious, you knew it, since ya grins picking it up, ya long for this, a blob we is, in the big painting, we all is, so if my so called sprawled fall is leaving me short, while ya may style weaving fame to sport, my same retort is none is bigger, each life can reach life, why we gun and trigger, let get an understanding, bet it can be handing, mo’ peace, I do this, hoping to lead by example, dope in the seed I wanna breed, reach my kid, teach ‘em what I did, do, will, go chill and sample with results, the faults we need to let go, heed to brew a stew of true, love, let go of the threat blow, I met yo soul and ya goal is prolly just to do what you think all we need to do to survive, jolly and all, you’re live, go and do you wit’ it, this is what I’m spitting. This is not the end, trust, this is just the beginning of the winning, friend.

The Avengers (Prod. DJ 20124)

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