Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Yuh, shout out to MerzMike, shout out to Mike Turtle, shout out to BLKMSK, to Big Mike, to Max, to Yokai, to 2900kody, to Brody, to all y’all, MARK!

Me and Mick, take a pic ‘fore we gone, hop in the jet, drop top ‘Vette, boy we set. Cruise in the ship, our crews never ever dip. Air, land, sea, we got it, dare, hand, me, the hot shit? I’m a make it blaze mo’, this a craze fo’, the whole globe in full strobe, sure to bang. I mean bang, mane, this our thang, see the stick? We make it quick, let it bang. I meant bang again, I sent gain to this, MerzMike vocal, appears like focal on this bliss sent local. Milwaukee rap dude, when I dap you, I hap’ to, get a joy like a boy wit’ a toy, or a snap from boo. And Mick, he sick wit’ the lit shit, from overseas, we clever G’s, keeping it that way. Now what’s a G these days, we please plays, cause we was and does not actual gang bang. I’m saying and praying that my rap can make it far though, I spar fo’, wanting to tell a story like it fiction. I’m taunting my enemies, I lend some sprees of what ‘Pac did. And ride on ‘em, gory glide on ‘em, that my diction. Yuh, I’m a make it, me and Mick, we the clique that take it. To the next level, I flex revel in the win we in. Haha, laugh no gaffe, just rejoice as we thrust the voice. Haha, fuck it, A Hype and Mick, we did it, ya get it? No skid shit, this shit is lit, too easy. My life a fun one, ya life a fun one. The world a fun one, what ya make it, I take it and done fun. YEAH! YUH! YEAH, YUH, YUH, YUH!

ZOWAHH Riddim (A Hype X MK) (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

Let take it back, to the Triassic, a classic. Lotta dinosaurs, whining whores saying “that’s it!”. You can’t magically travel back, too bad! Tragically fo’ y’all, I go ball and unravel fact. I pack a Mac in case I face a carnivore, who glad though? Me yo! I love these fossils. Hostiles still will get a kill if they try, A Hype, he may snipe, oh well, go to hell. Wait, why a T Rex here? This is not your era, same wit’ the ptera-dayctol, my stack full of dino knowledge. You could say and should say, I went to dino college. We flex where we get our paleontologist. Skill from, we ill some, alien acknowledging. No, I just threw that shit in there. Just like this T Rex, no syke, he just bite. Dino’s he fucking shouldn’t, I’m puttin’ up wit’ this no mo’. Fuck you T Rex, I’m a go fo’ ward bro! Ho! Bitch! Dig ‘em in a ditch! Jurassic time, unwrap the plastic for rhyme? NAH! CD ya see we don’t do! Unless I guess it The Troll, okay, cool! We roll, to a Stegosaurus pathway. It dope? I say that too much, I beg  a thesaurus, to help me, my self display, is hey, not good. CAUSE I’M RUNNING, NO FUN IN THIS, I’D RATHER SIP PISS. THAN A FUCKING SPAN OF A T REX THAT RAN, ME DOWN, OWWWWWW!!!!! IT BIT ME!!!

Fuck, it bit me.
Shit, it bit me.
Yeah, it bit me.
DAMN IT, it bit me.

UH HUH, UH HUH, UH HUH, UH HUH!

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! THIS GIANT ANIMAL! IT WANNA KILL ME!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO! HELP ME!!!!!! GOOD GOLLY MISS MOLLY!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! YYAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

All of a sudden it start runnin’. Gunnin’ after me, to capture me, I go snap and see. A tree to hide in, wake me up from this nightmare. I’m too sleepy like Biden, and this fright scare. Me fo’ eternity, we go on a learning spree, that pizza create horror, right befo’ bed, we go spread. Pepperoni no mo’, BUT I LOVE PIZZA HUT! I love ya butt! I fuck and touch! HUT HUT! Oh shit I said that, but can’t dead that. I met Hat Man, is this cap man in the rap man? That man, is not, this plot need Bat Man. SO WE GO, TO THE CRETACOUS, I SEE THE FACES! Of a Triceratops, I love my Seraphims, shoutout Charlie and Amy, so gnarly, we claim the, toppin’ level of poppin’ a devil, wait. HE FUCKING CHEWED MY ARM OFF, NO CALM STUFF! HE FUCKING … SHITTTTTTTT!!!! HE HATES ME, does he want to date me? FUCK NO!!!! Am I dreaming or not, scheming a plot, beaming a lot, cause I fucking fooled y’all? Floored y’all? Schooled y’all. Handy Manny, Handy Manny! Okay, maybe I’m in heaven. Not knowing I got flowing now after my death, wow. My last breath, how? Cause the Rex ate me. He’s a nasty muh’ fucka, wanted sex and to mate me. I would blast the muh’ fucka but I lost the Mac I toss. TO Stega to help ‘em, the egg ya lay ya say ya need. To protect indeed? Well hell, take the Mac. But now what wow is no self defense, he ate me. Fuck, life ain’t going good lately, OH MY FUCKING GOD THE T REX IS IN HEAVEN, HE FUCKING KILLED GOD, AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Huge Ass Dinosaur (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

Minds Of The Hype.

Ya see, I haven’t been doing so well, to be fucking honest. How about I tell you about it, or maybe, nah, let’s talk about it. I’ll talk about it at least, your response or not is your choice. Damn.

Uh, precarious positions. Minds Of The Hype, I finds up in my pipe, dream that gleam, I seem to be haunted now. Cause I was slacking, does packing in my scheme so wow? Not how ya do it, I blew it, I knew that shit. Taunted out my window, off the smoke like indo. Cough and choke tho’ o’vo’, nothing, I am bluffing. If this isn’t clear, ya hear what the fuck I hear. Precarious Positions, nefarious commissions. Placed on my head I dread, I’ll have bled red dead. That’s the truth, but wait, only in the booth. Or is the sleuth, finding my binding of a hated youth. Leads to this, I pleads the fifth and don’t tell. How I’m piss poor for sure in the mental, I ain’t with well. Just a rental, my brain doesn’t even feel. Like my own, I’m grown to hone myself to jail.

Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, each for our own right to survive through the night. Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, I feel I’m losing grip, choosing to self slip.

Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, each for our own right to survive through the night. Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, I feel I’m losing grip, choosing to self slip.

Alright, time to stop overcomplicating, y’all might be the reason I go stomp on hating. That ain’t mating, well wit’ the shit I gel, lit spit of tales from my fly avails, the season of off the rails. I’ve failed some, I’ve sailed some, I do it by, putting myself out there, shutting down a clown near, my area, telling him he dim and ain’t hysteria, causing, yet bet I’m pausing cause I clearly am. Letting them more than rarely damage my self image. Minds Of The Hype, binds as I type. Self Questioning, digesting when I speak, leave me to reek. I heave up a peak point, still feel a weak joint. I’ve gotta lotta self this, self that. My quota is to note the issues that I self gat. I splat all flat like a door mat, you’re at no tissues, cause my issues done used them up, confusing stuff.

Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, each for our own right to survive through the night. Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, I feel I’m losing grip, choosing to self slip.

Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, each for our own right to survive through the night. Minds Of The Hype, we all gotta fight, I feel I’m losing grip, choosing to self slip.

Lashing out, crashing doubt it crazes me. Amazes me how it be taking and breaking me. Blazing beats with heats, that ain’t my thing no more. Man, shut up, get up, and up the score. Yup I’m all for, sure ways of self expression. But making these is faking G’s of no succession. It’s a battle again, that’ll not just be the pen on pad, but rather tether between seen so sad, in jail, been hail in my forecast. They send mail through it all and reach out to call, but your past love ain’t of concern to me. I learn to see that I just burn what be. Opportunity, I stop the unity. Minds Of The Hype, kinds of the snipe. That self inflict, self sin picked, I need to, get off my phone, jet off from prone triggers that I feed through.

Minds Of The Hype (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

(eating sandwiches is said a bunch)

Whether clickin’ wit’ chicken, begging for egg and, etc, sandwiches is bliss filled, I smiled as I taste next one, can’t just bless one, gotta trust that this fun ain’t done, fuck getting fat, I’ll gladly let me pad the belly ‘til he scat in his grave, that I will save for a grim day, but as of here I pass no fear, food is the mood, that clear? Him say, he want a daunting task, ask him for his order, he get a chicken wit’ the egg and more he sure be pickin’. I don’t border going over my money I have to spend, I floor the gas and this will make more than a whistle out my ass, when I poop it out, my group has doubt about this shit I get, I’ll bet my life on this hype I make from eating what they bake, fuck it add cake, but this is fake, like the food on the menu, I’m into artificial products, my heart’ll miss you when I die, fucks given, no? I had a tad of good life, should knife be given after living, autopsy show I’m driven, to death and end of breath, by thy food I glued my mood to dude, blew rude as the notion that you gave as ya try to save my motion from being sick, I trick me into eating it, not even heating shit, I believe in beating it, treating it like me, a world so cold, cold pizza, bold meats I digest, I try, just stick wit’ it now, how ‘bout I spit out my order, are you ready steady, bet he get the life span shorter. Just by sniffing it, miffed and shit, you may be, hey we whiffed a bit, with what? Show us the surplus ya got! I got two loaf of bread to go ‘head and stack it, in between, can we bean size up and make a racket, yup? Brown beans and greens of beans on item? By him it okay, go spray that on the middle, it’ll, help my self and health with stealth, kill me but what a thrill be, it anyway, I eat chicken and egg, lickin’ ya feet I beg, meet it as I peg a lettuce order to the thang, my daughter I can’t make, once this kill me and I will be, out of commission to help bake, division of ...

(there is a hook in between)

(Peter Griffin)

Huge Ass Sandwich (Prod. Mike Turtle)

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Lyrics:

(A Hype verse 1)

Just like the title, shit can get Rocky, trust is so vital, disrespect? Well fuck ya intellect, then get clocked, beat punch by punch, have a seat hunched over, blow up like a supernova, I’m a hooper and a stove the way I stay on fire, sow up the game wit’ flame and inspire, been higher than Devin The Dude, so high my fly ass on heaven, being rude to Jesus, not to please this non believers down on Earth, but us achievers drown the worth of deities out, no doubt, I pray to the Great Mighty Triscuit, I ate eighty, much better than a biscuit. Such wetter my feet is, in giving yo ass beatings, I fought that dude at the YMCA, Fuck The YMCA, I struck his ass, I don’t play. April of 2021, you vape? Chill, I’m housin’ plenty strung smoke from tongue, get high on that, I brought the rude takes in, the scorn makes men who they are, stop being a Corn Flakes bin. Take a joke you fucking joke. Me and Joe Biden do no hidin’, we got the smoke. Mother fucker this is not just a poke, got this I know. Go down for 10, I clown ya men, the crown is again back to its rightful holder. Spiteful bolder forces have tried to contest, c’mon, give it a rest, I’m livid at best, shivering a test to see if I still have it, I save fist for my toughest foes, Joe knows like Bo knows, Trilla Owl featuring Grono, killa style, my group chat humor is, Joe go peel ‘em and kill ‘em, more than a tumor does, no rumorings.

GET ‘EM JOE!!!!

(Joe Biden verse)

me and a hype on the track like co op my cup red like lohan whippin the trackhawk this is the prologue shit can get rocky when you fuck with quahog i know dog i got the whole game on lock they said you can't teach and old dog new tricks then i got in the lab bitch suck my dick call me king push i'm pushing bricks spent my whole life grindin shout out to clipse unlike reagan my style don't crack i've been underrated im bound to get a plaque they see ive upgraded they cant handle that this wocky got me faded i cant handle that *falls asleep*

(A Hype verse 2)

Joe a no show, he dropped out. Popped route out of the shout bout, ‘bout clout. He and Trump are fools, tools of the trade that made very cheaply, peep the sleep sly things they do for votes, better off humping yourself, rings are cool but notes, saying I saved your life and your wife are even more, I believe in core qualities, sure calamities are tough and rough but that stuff bluff if you snuff them out wit’ what him ‘bout. Love, Longevity, Loyalty, Learning. Love, well I’m one of many souls. Not above you, true to fun and my goals. Longevity, wit’ what I say I stay strong, able to be truly mo’ than stable, as I amass my levy heavy spree of tough tribulations, I don’t fib my salutations. I needed a break, heeded that take. Loyalty, that’s royalty. Can never ever foil me, boil me. Learning, yearning, brightly burning, from night be turning, to come light and morning.

Vote for A Hype in ‘24.
We will have fun plenty more.

Vote for A Hype in ‘24.
We will have fun plenty more.


MOTHER FUCKER!!!

Rocky (Feat. Joe Biden) (Prod. Mike Turtle)

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