TYPE SHIT!! >:3

mix. @nextapollo
cover. Jakari

Lyrics:

TYPE SHIT (ft. Consey)

idk i was bored in vc lol

cover. @ kkatamine on twt
prod. davidarcadebeats on yt

lyrics:

hook

fuck all that trying shit, i feel like glidin'
i can get tired from time to time
but after im wilin every track i think i need time to just sit and relax 
proving its light when im off the grind it 
cannot be tried from mic to mic
said i need time to feel out the rats these bitches was mice the minute i snapped

verse

who was pressin my style
i aint even trynna make me a buck its luck
like you could never get mine
i own what i love and stuck where my heart is
if gotta prove it with the charts then
fuck allat i been shooting where stars is
thats the art and they cannot part this
im a stark bitch what i mean to say is ima hard bitch
everything i earn (iron)
pull up on the scene with some big iron
4 block bodies get stacked with the craft now its mine now you see inside earth
stomp a pig out if they step on my turf
that hurt 
but im making these waves just so they can all surf
my work been viewed now they steal my work
if the flow dont work ima clep off urs
how they feelin i guess
i have some shit to like get off my chest
yall do not see that this music a test
for life and whatever comin up next
for life you wonderin what you was missin
in the end you see that you had been missin the best of lesson
typing these lyrics direct
i strangle a track just so you get the message
i been like trying to become the best
you ever heard
i came for the bread like a clever bird ;3
now you beggin and beggin for better verses
i am like ready whoever versus
someone gon run up a better verse
and that someone gon leave it like dead in hearses
i am the ultimate threat emerges
ko to them im kill it

hook

fuck all that trying shit, i feel like glidin'
i can get tired from time to time
but after im wilin every track i think i need time to just sit and relax 
proving its light when im off the grind it 
cannot be tried from mic to mic
said i need time to feel out the rats these bitches was mice the minute i snapped

time to time

HOP ON YO FEATURE AND BLOW YO TRACK OUT

prod. @novafled
mix. @ohnoitsrobo
cover. kallous_ on ig!!! ty girly<3

Lyrics:

[NAUT]

They just askin’ for this track to slaughtered and carted away
Like the carter the way, I live in this music no matter how much
Longer they wait, I’m gettin’ fond of the hate 
You givin’ hella ideas, I think i’ll drop on the eighth 
3.5, cop an instant gram like a page
You puttin’ links up in your bio, while they to link me to graves
I’m killin’ it
I just load up a banana how I'm peelin’ it
Refilling it, Fill up (Philip) Flatheads when I’m drillin’ it
Revealing it that im a better rapper, what a realization
Wanna call me a capper the fuckin’ minute I say shit
I couldn’t understand if I come off a little abrasive
Cuz I’m leavin’ rappers slender droppin’ hints in the pages 
FIre shit like a Mage, bitch
Hire hits with my guages
They been dyin’ how they livin’, It’s a slug where they pace is
(Lemme shut the fuck up cuz robo wanna interrupt me n shit)

[ROBO]

(Aw man, y'all got Robo rapping again what the fuck)
Ayo I'm trippin', I'm ridin', I'm slidin' through the back like ooh!
Y'all be babbling, the barbarian's back again
I bounce billions off her breasts, her name was Madeline
I cut the track and then I spin back with an acronym
Black Beatle Deagles got you freezin', not no mannequin
Wooh! I take this pill and then I turn back to the past of sin
Tryna act like I ain't do that shit, I actually did
She clinging to me saying "Robo you so talented!"
I know bitch, and yet that pussy was just adequate

[NAUT]

AYY WHO FUCKIN BETTER AT THIS RAPPIN' SHIT?
YOU RAPPIN' SHIT, YOU COP A MIC AND CRAP IN IT
I'M GRABBIN IT AND STABBIN IT INSIDE YA MENTAL- 
FRACTION IT IN HALF 
PASS AROUND, I JUST PACKED A KID
YOU THE ONE WHO BLEW OFF ON THIS JOINT 
AND NOW IM BLOWING LITTLE CANNABITCH
WACK AS SHIT
HOP ON YO' FEATURE AND BLOW YO' TRACK OUT
FUCK A BROKIE FEATURE, LOOKIN FOR THAT DOJA CAT NOW 
NOT FUCKIN WITCHU' TRYNNA MAKE THIS HO A FUCKIN' CASH COW
I GO MOOOVE BITCH, OUT THE WAY LET ROBO RAP NOW

[ROBO]

I got that shit that make you wanna fucking pass out, uh
Gonna blow my paycheck on some drinks and then I'll black out, yuh
Somebody listening probably thinks I'ma give 'em handouts, ah
Bitch I head one track, yo fuckin' music never stand out, uh
You tryna talk some shit, bitch check up on that crap mouth
Make you lose some teeth, I'm boutta turn this to a MAD house
The venue lookin' like my bowl, 'cus that shit packed now
Look up at the clock, few minutes for the verse, yeah I wont ask how
(Aye, Nova on the beat, hoe)
No I won't ask how

[NAUT]

I basically didn't get to rap on this song robo what the FU-

PIT (ft. ROBO) (Prod. NOVÂFLED)

mmhm!! yeah i killed this!! yeah! :D

mix. @rivrpersn
cover. my lovely gf<3

lyrics:

bounce in dis bitch im feelin too wavey
yo who trynna pay me
bring in that beet trynna make me a salad 
im avid to kill em all im going crazy
i got a standard of leaving a beat with knot on its head and another in pocket
i got em swanging and banging and changing positions im watching em pop it and lock it im spazzing
blow on this beat all my lyrics a dragon
im saggin my pants like who teachers be hatin in school
i think these bitches just hate that im cool
and i got me a bitch that put me on a stool and she praise me
how could go fuck around with a stacy
how could i even get round to a macy
hanging these witches around me like salam
im sayin im feelin real safe with my raven im
feelin like edger a. poe 
i write me a poem im good for life
i really gotta good flow i withstood the knife
and now i think im trynna relocate it to you pipes
get wiped

shit too easy real mufuckin g on track word to eazy
used to gettin laid on tracks you too sleezy
they scared how tearing up im too pg
but this GA show UR a bitch you a movie
got rated, now you see me
put pole to guys and jump out yo tv
blinded wonder like word to stevie
i think them fellas they got them a whiff and now them fellas all wanna reek me 
like wow
feelin respectful i’ll greet em with bows
feel like a monk when i greet em with bows
but only a legend gon meet em with flows
i wrap on this beat and i tie it a bow
then move with the present 
remember a second ago when i said im a legend
nah i wasnt kiddin
they say hello to this neighbor im takin they kid n then sending em back to you simmin
sharks in the water im comfy n swimmin
i got me a float with like billions of women
but none of em fuckin i just like being round the queens and tellin em fuck all the men and winnin
and thats why im in it
lifting the people around me to show em the image
like little ass kids in a museum
they just wanna be seein what you seein
but used to being like a skank you walkin around with that hooker knee up trynna see us you stupid you fuckin blou and zias
you a loser and stutter like stuidious 
now you runnin and covering gluteus 
i aint stoppin im droppin a new genus
im the new genius i will pull up smoke a whole spelling bee up
front and center im there like the necleus
you a new being to dis shit, got me feelin dubious
lemme shut the fuck up im spazzin way too hard on this shit haha-

NAUT BOUNCIN’ (prod. bxnji x crystation)

this is one of my favorite songs ever i hope yall like this </3

prod. BeatsByEmani on yt
mix. @rivrpersn

lyrics:

(Uh, Tell em-
Tell em flick the uh...
Yeah, Tell em, Tell em
Yeah, Tell em, Tell em
Hollon' tell em-)

Flick the lights on
Get this shit jumpin’
We fine when the night long
Trynna feel somethin’
When the hype die, we get high
Keep it runnin’
Cuz I’m thinking I’ma die when the light
Hit the summit
Fuckin’ light work
I’ma spend the night fuckin’ thumbin’ through my issues
Typa shit that make you take a fuckin’ knife to ya mental
But ain’t done yet, I got another beat to fry
So I guess I ain’t dying til the beat has died, like—
Shit—well the beat dropped out
What the fuck I’m posed to do wit it now?
I just wait for the kickback
There it is, hit ‘em with the whoomp like a pimp slap, like I’m Slickback
Finna deal it to ‘em, then I get my lick back
Schedule 1, I made a fig off a six-pack
And that’s light work, I crack on ‘em daily
You ain’t finna weed out the meth-od, I’m crazy
They can easily overdose on each of my tracks
And it’s evident the way they injecting it
Man, it’s crazy how they say that all the music is medicine
Gave me an idea, invention—man, like I feel like I’m Edison
And they notice it, and usin’ it, but never be creditin’
Never be benevolent, they get a check and to hell wit’ it
And I’m hatin’ it, and often I feel better berating it
Separating it from people who are trynna be better than
The elders that are watching us mess wit’ it
Know I see it too
I’m trynna spread a message, swear that I’ma see it through
Tyler Joseph said a kitchen sink to me is not a kitchen sink to you
But I been swimmin’ in a pool that’s prolly bigger than yours
I got a crib with three doors
And my garage is prolly wider and more open than yours
I hope you hear the discourse
And finally comprehend the fact
There’s not a shit in my drawls that I’d be giving to y’all
But now you’re pissing me off
When I contemplate my confidence, I’m ending it all
Not my life cuz I been carrying more value than a jewel trunk
Can’t escape the smoke like you was hittin’ then the Juul stuck
Get up in this dual truck, bitch
And yeah, we killin’ the rich
Fuck ya money bags hand a Happy Meal to a kid
And if you don’t, we ‘bouta pull up
Then a stick gets to shiftin’
Pull ‘em outta the party and tell his friend that he ditched him
Then hit him too

NAUT DEAD YET

idk i was bored again lol

prod. david arcade on yt
mix. @rivrpersn
cover. my goat willow!!

lyrics:

(Hook)

Shit hit ya brain so hard, ’bouta give you an aneurysm
I had my wrist tied, now he screamin’ his hands are missin’
I’m violent—
That’s what I’m feelin’ like every time you go and try this
Messin’ with a beast wit’ horns, you never eye this
Muthafucka,
Blow ‘em down like it’s ISIS
Muthafucka
You hoe around wit’ a side bitch.
Muthafucka,
Don’t hear a sound like it’s high pitch.
Mothafucka
That’s how we gon’ take ’em out.

(Verse)

Take ’em out like when the winter over,
We gon’ have to try and do the spring cleaning
Lots of places got our finger over,
So we dust him ‘til his fuckin’ skin gleaming
They hear Naut slow, they like “Not so fast!”
But the sentence flip here in one second,
’Cause when Naut fast, they move not slow,
And it’s independent, I can run wit’ it.
Yeah, just lemme fuck it up with dumbest luck
’Cause I became a flex in time like Hummer trucks
And man, I used to be in the field, told me I was outstanding,
And I ain’t abouta use that damn joke, it’s outlandish
How I been, I’m really vibin’
You acting super delic-ate like some psilocybin
The hell have I been? I’m trippin’ and ironically, I’m sobered up
All your shit is so burnt up
I told you don’t match me and now ya box is opened up
Cuz every rap is like another layer to Pandora
Every track is lap, and I think I got a plethora
Let a Gen Alph’ kid say that I got a bad aura
I get green and stay fly, smell is abhorrent.
To like anybody who ain’t got the same damn motives,
Same experience wit’ art and the same can opened
How long it take ‘em to realize that I’ve been wormin’ my way out?
Keep me in a prison, I’ma search for the paved route
Like feelin’ my way ’round
The walls of this dark place,
Are covered in shame, doubt, and greed
Stay back from me, I may act bashfully
And lay out tree casualties
Like Vegas in ‘17, I’m insane
There’s a little mini-me inside me head,
But spell backwards, Eminem, it makes sense
From one revolutionary artist to next,
The only feat I do with Em is for the check, ‘cause I’m better, BITCH.

(Hook)

Shit hit ya brain so hard, ’bouta give you an aneurysm
I had my wrist tied, now he screamin’ his hands are missin’
I’m violent—
That’s what I’m feelin’ like every time you go and try this
Messin’ with a beast wit’ horns, you never eye this
Muthafucka,
Blow ‘em down like it’s ISIS
Muthafucka
You hoe around wit’ a side bitch.
Muthafucka,
Don’t hear a sound like it’s high pitch.
Mothafucka
That’s how we gon’ take ’em out.

simple exercise :)

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN !!! >:3

mix. @rivrpersn
cover. willow

lyrics:

[naut]

Where the drums go
Walkin' round the party, where the drugs go
Lookin' for the plug, but no one knows, fuck
I ain't comfortable, been sitting wit' no kush, ho
Lookin' for the smoke, I could tolerate a wood, ho
Man I got it down in Goerge, don't be sleepin' on that Bush
Say "we got 'em", man, they 'bouta find 'em sleepin' under hoods
That's a damn shame
Lookin' up his numbers, but nobody know the man name
Pop!
Send a pop off like a champagne
Give the prop a ganda, then he runnin' like a campaign
Lightwork
Givin' me that beat, man, I like work
I type work, set me up a class where I site work
Crazy on the beat enough to put me in a psych ward
Give 'em acadamia like rappin' shit is my quirk
I'm the typa character that hit you wit' a light smirk
Man they tell me I been twisted, but I'm tight when how this pipe work
They ain't even givin' me that beat, know I might merc
Laughin' 'bout it out now, but they'll be cryin' later like Durk
That's a lil feat for the Drake, how the tides turn
Like I got a rite of way in this shit, now it's my turn
Locked up like a Golem, man, they livin' wit' some iron
Fuck about a diamond, I been livin' by what I earn
Keep a flow forever while Euphrates gettin' drier
Biblical — how you gonna tell me I'm a liar
Kinda ironic to wet 'em, I get out the dryer

Dont worry, I know I rhymed drier with dryer, but if you're not a fuckin' idiot, you realize I said two different words-

[robo]

Where the fuck did it go, all the love?
If the music never make me wanna dance, squabble up, ah!
Ride with the top down, never getting better
Got my bride with her off-blouse, love me for my cheddar
Bitch I'm like that, tight raps, fight back or lose
If it's money that you lookin' for, you gonna get reduced
I been runnin' shit since I was just a youngin', that's the proof
Bitches walking up to me like "Was that you?" I'm like "Who?"
But like
If we talking drip, bitch my swagger got a blabber mouth
Yapping of the lip, talkin' shit-that-I-don't-have? I doubt
Three layer, three course fit, filled the platter out
Three-zero-eight in my drac', Millie Bobby- Bow!
Treat the misses like dishes, said "I need some of that"
She got a Michelin star, might make a run to Graham (Elliot!)
Formerly know as the Logic guy, running from the past
That's not a bulge in my pants, that's a hunnid racks!

UPROAR (ft. ROBO)

somethin different, i need to get in my feelings sometimes lol

prod. bluuji
mix. @ohnoitsrobo
art. kkatamine <3

lyrics:

(intro / pre-hook)

i don't really wanna pose another threat to you
i've been really trynna put on all the best for us
so much distance, even when i'm feeling next to you
i'm postponing the thought of what's next for us

(hook)

i don't really wanna pose another threat to you
i've been really trynna put on all the best for us
so much distance, even when i'm feeling next to you
i'm postponing the thought of what's next for us
why it feel like i challenge when i step to you?
i gotta hide, and i'm leaving nothing left for trust
yeah, for us, nothing left for trust, nothing left but lust

(verse 1)

'cuz everything is like a conflict
not even directly
you just got enough love that you can ups-e-e-et me
pull myself outta my darkest depression
to leave your heart with impressions
that you don't gotta correct me
but i'm wrong—
it don't even feel right to put this shit in a song
how i'm gonna musically portray that i don't feel strong?
yeah, i been pluckin' weeds, but it just end up right in the bong
i fuckin' can't get along, the pain, it helps in the long run

(bridge)

run, run, run, run
i been running for my life like it's in danger
gotta find a tow along without my mater
unhooked off the leash, really all the same fear
gotta take a deep breath, look in every way near
cars coming from the left, right—trynna stay clear
life is a highway, i'm running low a tank here
that's why i hitchhike, trynna find my way there
                                             [robo & naut]
i’m trynna find my way there

(hook)

i don't really wanna pose another threat to you
i've been really trynna put on all the best for us
so much distance, even when i'm feeling next to you
i'm postponing the thought of what's next for us
why it feel like i challenge when i step to you?
i gotta hide, and i'm leaving nothing left for trust
yeah, for us, nothing left for trust, nothing left but lust

(verse 2)

nothing left but rust
we try sip from the cup, and both our lips get cut
we know it's killing us slow, but either us give a fuck?
not a worry amongst whatever kind of this love
we gotta keep it above, don't let it drown in our blood
how we gone see all the mud and say that we haven't been flooded?
i need some factual summing for this—i'm actually running
i'm fucking terrified, i need a fucking answer from someone
whether it's you or another, somebody gotta know something

(hook / outro)

i don't wanna pose another threat to you
i've been really trynna put on all the best for us
so much distance, even when i'm feeling next to you
postponing the thought of what's next for us
why it feel like i challenge when i step to you?
i gotta hide, and i'm leaving nothing left for trust
nothing left but lust

postponement (prod. bluuji)

IT'S OBSCENE WHAT IT'S COME TOO!!!

prod. NOIRE
mix. @ohnoitsrobo
cover. (need cover art for this hmu pls<3)

Lyrics:

[NAUT - HOOK]

That's when I come through, kick it like Kung Fu
Kenny with the pod, what I cast get 'em jumped too
Livin' out the cave, have a rave you can bump too
Linin' up the tracks too fast, you get run through

[NAUT - VERSE 1]

Ayy woah, I did that
The next dumb doke, I'm bringin' this to the disstrack
I serenade a bitch and wonder why they been sleepin' on me
I rockabye baby from the trees when I see somebody
I'm on top
And every other bitch, they on cock
I keep that dick on me, to the Glock and it's on cock
Like blick blick
Knock a sandman with gloves on
This Peter picked the proper time to wet 'em with one shot
Like wish wash
Check the wrist watch, know I'm on that timin'
You even suck at auditions, I'll have to talk to Simon
And he says, better put yo' damn hands up
Palm on chest, but he ain't kneelin' for the anthem
I got that ball in my hand, tuck it quick and then hand sumn'
Them bodies on the side got me dreamin' of manhunts
You know the craft mine, load a chuck and then damn gun
I tackle with the boyce, you can tell how the cam run
And I'm a Carolina bitch, sue a hoe and then surf it out
I'm walkin' through the swamp, Tar Heels when I murk a round
T-top couldn't do nothin', he got 'em murked around
Wap wap, that's a Magnum pop when he turn around

[NAUT - HOOK]

Yeah, that's when I come through, kick it like Kung Fu
Kenny with the pod, what I cast get 'em jumped too
Livin' out the cave, have a rave you can bump too
Linin' up the tracks too fast, you get run through
One two, you could get dumped too
Loadin' up the mag, ain't chance that you could come too
Packin' up the bags, leave the rags when we jumped you
Blood on scene, it's obscene what it's come too
(Oh no! It's Robooo!)

[ROBO - VERSE 2]

You know I been on the scene since a tween, bitch
Whole time lookin' like a drawing of a scene kid
Go cry, tell yo' mama "Why have I seen this!?"
Oh why? 'Cuz you know this violent emcee spits
Check that download, there might be somethin' sneakin'
Settin' up a precident like I'm askin' for treason
Charlie Simpson how I popped out no reason
Ain't concealed carry if the barrel's what you seein'!!! 
Now y'all thinkin that it's okay to make fun of me?
Since 2018, I ain't never really wanted beef
My shit rare, pussy boy couldn't handle one of me
Eugh, what's that smell? Bitch go wash up yo' dungarees
Dial 911, what you tryna' run from?
Got a drum gun, bum b- bum, and it's done, done
I ain't want none, none, but yo' mouth done sum
You ain't got a fraction of a sum, bitch you 1:1
It's been like 8 years and I still hate yo' fuckin guts
Talkin' like a pussy, might be trans how you got a cunt
Whole circle smilin', never knowin' that you fuckin' up
Who the fuck you dialin'? Yo' parents never fuckin' loved!

[NAUT & ROBO - HOOK]

Yeah, that's when I come through, kick it like Kung Fu
Kenny with the pod, what I cast get 'em jumped too
Livin' out the cave, have a rave you can bump too
Linin' up the tracks too fast, you get run through
One two, you could get dumped too
Loadin' up the mag, ain't chance that you could come too
Packin' up the bags, leave the rags when we jumped you
Blood on scene, it's obscene what it's come toooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

lol

EGYPTIAN FLOW (ft. ROBO)

addicted to dropping music u like 

the disc !

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