DOLLAWATER X HSSN - W.B.N

My FINAL Break the Beat entry. Thank you to all of the participants, the audience, and of course NextUpLive for providing a platform for upcoming underground artists. Peace! 

LYRICS: 

Mr. Back to Back in this bitch , after this one, then I’m done
Is you deaf, stupid, or dumb? I’m the champ, nigga, not chump
And to that fuck nigga named Bozo in the chat calling me bum
I wish that condom hadn’t of broke, I wouldn’t be calling you my son

You lil’ hoe, thought I told you bro, quit playin' around with my name
Take that bass out of your voice, lil’ boy, you way out of your lane
You gon’ shoot, then shoot to kill, I go Tay-K with that thang (graph)
I’ll leave KP with a brain bleed, even Zay will catch him a stray, (ha-haha-ha)

Heard y’all out here takin’ bets, I’m takin’ lives (ha-haha-ha)
Shit most these niggaz makin’ threats can’t make top 5  
Talmbout “oh, I had the work” well bitch, take off and take the time
Tired of toddlers throwin’ tantrums every time I take the prize
 
Now, I don’t know who needs to hear this (huh?), but I’ma make it clear
Uninstall your DAW, go get a job, and find an engineer
That lil’ Rode NT1A you got is not the proper gear
I made more money off of these here battles than you got your whole career

Swear, y’all must be gluten-free, niggaz fake sick about bread (ha-haha-ha)
Don’t think too hard, I know that bar went over y’all head
Don’t get mad, grab that pad and pen, say you scared if you scared
Before y’all grown the balls, M.O. will probably grow a head full of hair
  
Niggaz swear they move in silence, I can tell which one the shooter
Me? I’m real discrete, might pull up on your street with 20 Lukas
Go to sleep, niggaz wan’t want smoke me? Ho, please, you must mean hookah
That’s on Von, niggaz out here like sitting ducks, get took like Tooka

I got good credit like Carti, no weird shit in my background
Always cash in before I crash out, if it’s up and stuck, don’t back down, 
Boy, I’m anywhere that the bag brown, DOLLAWATER keep a packed house, 
Like a hundred heads is a bad crowd, man I hate the way that y’all raps sound like eughh

Movin’ them bodies (moving' them bodies), check the deposit (get it, I got it)
3 Hunnid, 3 Hunnid, they askin’ who want it, I already got it, eughh
That nigga DOLLA a problem, and even M.O. and ‘em know it
I’m over-devoted and can’t be decoded, shit even my horoscope say that I’m GOATed

I’m in the back of the back of this hoe, packing a bowl, blowin’ immaculate smoke
Smack like crack in it, though, that is a no, but I do be lackin’ control
Blasting an AK through the door, asking for dough, anything stashed in the drawer
Damn, that nigga broke, laugh and I'm gone, but I’ll be back in the morn’

Spin the block on who? (who?), pussy nigga, bitch where? (huh?)
Sound like OVO when I shoot (Baka), shit bound to get weird (yuh)
Left hand on my sack (pause), right on on my strap (brrrat)
On 10 like the scorecard when we hit the end of this track (facts)

Dawg, that first one, I probably shouldn’t have won, yeah I admit it
But that second run, that shit was 2-to-none, no competition
After this, bruh, I swear a nigga done, so quit the bitchin’
So y’all can’t say I’m just dissin’, let me bless y’all ‘fore I finish:

Step 1: Form an LLC, incorporate your name
Get that logo and your likeness trademarked, and you on your way
Step 2: Get with BMI or ASCAP, and SoundExchange
Copyright like every release so you get paid for all of them plays
Step 3: Start a mailing list, and register your domain
Ain’t but ten dollars a year, my G, so why the fuck would you wait?
And there's plenty more where that come from, for the rest of this free game
Subscribe to YouTube.com/@dollawater today, peace!

3 HUNNID (prod. AV x RXCH)

Collaboration produced by the homie indigo onyxx. If you not familiar with her, tap in (https://www.instagram.com/indigo_onyxx): 

This is motivational hip hop at it's finest. Every inspiration that I've had in life, from rhyming to my faith in God-energy, at full display. As always, thank you for your ears. Let's Dive In & Vibe Out💧

[Lyrics]
 If I don’t do nothing else, I’ma keep the negativity at a distance
And carry this pen 'cause you never know who out there listening
Like my family judge because I dabble with words
If only they knew what I been through, I'm battling worse
I been rapping since a young age, I was clipping mags
Most of the pack was 'bout that gunplay, they was twistin' bags
The little boy blue became an Indigo Child
With only a rhyme book to call a friend in the wild, it read

Keep grinding, keep shining,
Two seater, reclining, tree lighting, refining, I’m home
Beat knocking, D-bopping,
These opps will keep watching, deep pockets, we got 'em, rhyme on
You take the lead, I'll follow
Do right by what's for me, I gotta
Set free what's not and breate, why bother?
Worry 'bout it all tomorrow, another day, another DOLLA

Keep the co-sign, what's meant for me will show itself on it's own time
My mind's a gold mine
Black on Both Sides, of the brain, I retain everything
Keepin' me afloat in this etheric plane
I don't need stress, spend too many years of my youth broke and depressed
Deep rest and deep breaths
A mental reset, celebrate, meditate everyday
Root chakra watered 'til it vegetate
Flowing from a river of infinence 
This is Mother Nature's replenishment
Patience, discipline, ain't no shortcuts to the higher life
Even Superman had a 9-to-5, I went from
Living in the projects, broke with no lights on
To elevated mindset, woke with the mic on
Yellow Submarines in the depths of my mind
'cause life without knowledge just death in disguise, so I

Keep grinding, keep shining,
Two seater, reclining, tree lighting, refining, I’m home
Beat knocking, D-bopping,
These opps will keep watching, deep pockets, we got 'em, rhyme on
You take the lead, I'll follow
Do right by what's for me, I gotta
Set free what's not and breate, why bother?
Worry 'bout it all tomorrow, another day, another DOLLA

DOLLAWATER heals all!

PEACE OF MINE (prod. indigo onyxx)

I was really on my silly shit here. Just wanted to do some shit that reminded me of that Acid Rap era. I was faded as helllll when I wrote and recorded this lmaooo.

[LYRICS]
Na-nana-na-na

Need more bass for my speakers, this blunt laced like my sneakers
Just got paid for 9 features, she’s the A to my Didas,
I can’t live without good puss
My PO knows I’m geeked up, it’s too cold in this pee cup
Told the ho I don’t need her, kiss the hole and the sphincter
Court tomorrow, I’m cooked, look:
Book me later, I’m truant, peep the police pursuing
Cybertruck, tuck the tooltip, to the woods with the mooses,
Poof, vamoose, chuck the deuces, ta-da!
Put your palms on my pool stick, off the nitrous I’m boosted
Mask on me like Eustace, bring the dogs, let's get stupid
Loose up off the goose, her cooch the juiciest, wow

Got so many bands, it’s bananas
Keep a couple mags in the handbag
If you feeling froggy, do the can-can
Meet me at the club, it’s going down like Bam-Bam (Bam-Bam)
Niggaz like "damn, how he bag that?"
'Cause my bitch bad and her ass fat
Bomb first, always get the last laugh
Headed to the bank like Na-nana-na-na
Headed to the bank like Na-nana-na-na
Headed to the bank like Na-nana-na-na

She been tryna throw it at me, mmm, not I
Girl i heard the kitty smell like Popeyes
If it’s seasoned, I ain’t eating
But gon' head and pop it for a playa for the one time
Huh, I ain’t shit
I'm a low down nigga but I'm high as shit
They ask for a freestyle, I don’t like that shit
My album only one dollar, bitch buy that shit, ya heard?
And don’t try that shit
Tryna walk by a nigga with them tight ass hips
Beat it up while we bumpin' Brent Faiyaz hits
I got that rod from God, this that Midas dick, ya know?
Now, hit that corner like a timeout
Slide down this pole like you en route to put a fire out
I’m a visionary so with me, it’s never lights out
We don’t play no games or watch no movies up in my house

Got so many bands, it’s bananas
Keep a couple mags in the handbag
If you feeling froggy, do the can-can
Meet me at the club, it’s going down like Bam-Bam (Bam-Bam)
Niggaz like "damn, how he bag that?"
'Cause my bitch bad and her ass fat
Bomb first, always get the last laugh
Headed to the bank like Na-nana-na-na
Headed to the bank like Na-nana-na-na
Headed to the bank like Na-nana-na-na	  

EUSTACE (prod. Stoic)

lyrics:

Erik Noha with the heat

Lot of niggaz rappin’ but when it comes to bars, I’m a king
Boy, I ain’t just snappin’, physically, I’m a part of the beat
Brian Pumper ‘bout the only nigga that’s harder than me 
Walk around with knives all in my back, and my heart on my sleeve
What do I bring to the table? More plates
Blowin’ candles out for the years I couldn’t afford cake
COVID been over, you niggaz still got poor taste
Only need a pen to paint a portrait
If you ain’t ready to risk it all, don’t get involved
Money killed more niggaz than crack epidemics, aids, or fentanyl
Imagine what DOLLA do, I done made the most of the impossible
Been around the world, still got lots to view
I love rap, but at thirty, this shit is not as cool
Add the fact that my oldest daughter just started school
With clothes too small, could barely afford to cop her shoes
Needless to say her mama was not amused
Few weeks before, a fiend put a GLock to my head
Last track battle was recorded from hospital beds
By the grace of god, just a few scrapes and gauze
Couple more inches to the right and DOLLA was dead 
Life is too short to be taken for granted
I’ma make the most of the time I got left on this planet
Though it’s a lot to manage, I got it handled, took the cards I was handed, charged up, and evolved into gambit
Can’t expect a nigga on Twitch to understand the feeling
Half my city strung out, twitchin’ behind abandoned buildings
I been going through it, trying not to over do it
I done lost a whole head of hair stressing over music
First and last time addressing this shit so listen up
I am not ignoring you niggaz, I just been sick as fuck
I can either live in my truth or choose to walk around it
I think I’m finally ready to talk about it

Erik, Erik, er-er-Erik
Next nigga ask me where a verse at, prolly gon’ get cursed at,
Get his woman’s purse snatched, then gon’ take a dirt nap,
Nigga I’ve been havin’ delusions like “shh, you heard that?”
I ain’t got time to be foolin’ ‘round with your nerd ass
I mean that respectfully, this is not an open invite to come and check on me, ‘less you got a check for me,
Niggaz want that hard, want them bars, want that killa shit
100-something dms, no one talkin’ percentages
My dick ain’t free, my pen ain’t either
Niggaz hit me ’bout collabs when my kids ain’t eatin’
Discord don’t pay no bills, so I ain’t streamin’ 
Had to defy the odds just to get back even
I spit that ether, “that shit that make your soul burn slow”
That heat, straight from the cradle to the fuckin’ hearse flow
Hottest outta Colorado, I shout that shit from the top of mountains
I think I’m finally ready to talk about it

So let’s talk about it…
Started at the bottom , but I always stay on top of shit 
DOLLAWATER got a grip, the opposite of counterfeit
Always bet the house on myself, still ain’t lost a cent
You not legit, uninstall Bandlab and call it quits 
We’re not the same, all of your favorite rappers are slain,
I come from the era of rappers with brains
All of your partners got life and a day
My partner’s the one that presided the case
Tired of rappin’, but really, what I’m supposed to do?
It’s all I’ve ever done, and quittin’s something my soul refuse
They always ask why I’m so recluse, I’m close to thru
Tired of being overworked and underused 
For now, I roll a j, sit down and meditate
I can hear death ‘round the corner, fuck it, let him wait
D.O. Double L to the A, ain’t no doubt about it
Ain’t nothing left to say, so y’all can talk about it

TALK ABOUT IT (prod. Erik Noha)

[Lyrics]

Fuck that shit, get lit, I ain’t gotta be rich, lil nigga I’m handsome
I ain’t got no diamonds on me dancing
Two bed, two bath life, I don't live in no mansion
Nigga ride around on E, I’m taking chances
I don’t need none of that shit, lil nigga I’m handsome
I just bought a eighth with my advances
Look at this thrift shop drip, it's so outlandish
Life ain’t really pan out the way I planned it
I don’t need none of that shit, lil nigga I’m handsome

Bitches on me like I'm Damson
Idris Elba, I’m the man, yup
Mr. Marcus from the waist down, Taye Diggs from the pants up
Lint licker with a hand rub, you ain’t fuckin with a damn scrub
Sway if he had the answers

Looking in my pantry seeing what I’ll have for dinner later
Peanut better, no jelly and some instant mashed potatoes
Checking my bank account, I swear a nigga 'bout almost fainted
000, I might need an operator, ha

Thirst traps looking for a lonely hoe with money that's in need of some dick
If I can’t make my rent, I might just fuck a set of keys out a bitch
Take a nigga shopping, then ask what I’m 'bout to do, it sting a lil' bit
Yeah, I see how it is

Fuck that shit, get lit, I ain’t gotta be rich, lil nigga I’m handsome
I ain’t got no diamonds on me dancing
Two bed, two bath life, I don't live in no mansion
Nigga ride around on E, I’m taking chances
I don’t need none of that shit, lil nigga I’m handsome
I just bought a eighth with my advances
Look at this thrift shop drip, it's so outlandish
Life ain’t really pan out the way I planned it
I don’t need none of that shit, lil nigga I’m handsome

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