Punishment - Rotten

Oochie Wallybang Bang- KT

primus1117 (prod. Sputnik prod. CN) feat. Guest04 & Shrugs

Do You See Me?

The Precursor 

Mixed and Mastered by Neks
Produced by or.1ove

Did You Miss Me? I Hope Not (feat. DarkShark)

vasto lorde

So what if rap, had a blacksmith? 
I’d probably craft some armor so I could play in traffic. 
I only move ‘cause I’m manic. 
Talk about somebody that’s still not over past shit. 
Soul taught me, “The world is full of selfish man. Keep your heart inside your chest and not in someone else’s hands.”
Man, that’s something I could never understand, I was late, I had my fate revealed to me, like, I swear I had a plan. 

My brother overdosed. 
And fuck everything that I was diagnosed with, thought that I was dying hopeless. 
I needed to write some dope shit, those were sobering words. 
How ironic, I was burning one to keep the quotes lit. 
I don’t like my older self, sometimes I hate what I’ve become. 
I’ve been battling but never would I claim the prize I’ve won. 
I don’t pick the bottle up. 

I don’t make it rain or have a closet of mist. 
Nobody watch me like a hawk, there’s still some Claws to resist. 
Ok my heart been split in two just like a fatherless kid. 
And had the nerve to let myself dig a bottomless pit. 
I’m stuck between positive and narcissist, these habits I’ma Sparta kick, that’s part of it, was passing bills like Parliament. 
I was blue, switch skins, now if it’s green, then I’ma harvest it. 
I went from sticks and bones to growing some fucking cartilage. 

This is carnage shit, I’m chewing through a China plate. 
I’m moving in an idle game, not choosing what I’m trying to fake. 
That’s kinda lame, so what rhymes with fate? 
High for days hiding pain it’s like I hibernate. 
Ok yeah I sweep drama, launching heat bombs while I eat ramen. 
I don’t pause for shit, still I need commas. 
This microphone coming with some sweet karma, spittin like a mean llama, beat goblin, leave your knees wobblin. 

Rap game looking like a bus stop. 
Dirty tactics, take your shoes or hear the gun pop. 
Lose one fight and they release it like a nuzlocke. 
Everyone’s a big man because they nuts dropped. 
I only swing on a set, only slide at a park. 
Only shoot at a net, only ride after dark. 
My only tools are a keyboard, mic, and some bars. 
I only hit lows ‘cause I was high from the start. 

Like, I don’t tote it from the hip but leave you rolled into a ditch. 
All these origami rappers only fold into a bitch. 
I got three Lucky Strikes, I went cold, but I don’t quit. 
Ain’t been social with my shit, now I’m posting all ‘em quick. 

Out with the old, coming in with the new. 
I don’t need a .22, I see you drowning in a kiddie pool. 
Wanna grow old, bumming out with crew, stunt out on them fools, I’ma sit back. 
Burning one. 
See, that’s not me, I still emerged with flu. 
I was blue, copped a new chick wetter than some morning dew. 
Sunrise hits and we still up, man, that was long overdue, I had to sit. 
And let the furnace run. 

All this time, wasted on some bitches that you curvin, dumb. 
Me? I was earning one instead of trying to purchase. 
Tell me where you murk it from, do it from my bedroom. 
This game full of lidocaine but I don’t leave the surface numb. 
Bet they won’t expect that one kid in mid twenties coming off a hiatus posting while your shit’s crummy. 
On the real, it’s pretty good. 
I play it, make it thump. 
Still leave ‘em slumped mentally, their brain kinda split funny. 

This ain’t the big bunny, I don’t wanna Play Boy. 
Y’all got the same ploy, pushing out some lame noise. 
Flexing with your fake toys, all lacking common sense. 
Disregard your bottom end and running from a space droid. 
I’m IG- with an 88 after. 
Your IG crash and lose your day to day plaster. 
Well, I forgot the next part, whatever. 
IG pass that, I came to claim master. 

So who got the sauce drippin lost wishing cost different off spittin bombs rippin bongs trippin palms grippin top kitten? Rock splittin, only kicking dope shit, so who the fuck you fooling? 
I am not kidding. 

I just came home, turned the mic on. 
Now I’m preaching my thoughts, I don’t mean to pretend. 
All my same foes thin like nylon. 
I was eating those off, we couldn’t meet at the end. 
I’m a super villain like Trigon. 
Shift planes, I don’t tap the icon. 
Ok I couldn’t give a pho like Saigon. 
Snakes in the grass ain’t shit when you dual-wielding Pythons. 

I don’t Trap like Flygon, my feet on the ground. 
All your new shit, I’ma sleep to the sound. 
They had to keep me around, I couldn’t reach what I found. 
I lost, get fucked, now I’m geeked off a pound. 
Ok not really, but I popped pillies and I got silly. 
Pot sticky, wasn’t cookin rock but the clock slippy. 
Odd little hippy with a dream and a heart. 
So fuck the best, probably die happy in a top 50. 

How F’s I give? Zero. 
Captain Falcon, drums punch, boutta erode. 
All these little birdies gon’ flock like Spearow. 
I’m the last one, Palafin, gotta be the hero. 
Feeling myself about to snap, you killed me once, I’m Vasto Lorde. 
Who could fuck with me at night? They test me, send ‘em back to mourn, ay. 
Good morning.

vasto lorde

composed by ninth (aka mana, santos)
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