LYRICS:

Mama ain't happy bout my moves
But I keep saying that I'm gon make it
Last year was writing shit for free
Now for a verse come drop a ticket
Pulled up in that push to start
This one for real last one was rented
Telling me I'm going up
Shit yea this show secured my ticket
No more sauce for free
Got stabbed in my back for a helping hand
They scream they love me
Been the realest since the Sox came home as champs
They scream they love me
Been the realest one since I picked up that pen
They scream they love me
I put on for my team with no advance
Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuh
On the interstate or 231 I'm sliding in that brand new Benz like
Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuh
Told them fuck niggas I would make it all I needed was a chance like

Being broke could never go back
They stuck up on my old swag
Like 'Yak I need that old new Jag
I need some new hands
I fucked them up from counting up
Ma and Pops ain't always have it
That's why I think shit ain't enough
3.5 got my head right
Balenciaga stepping shit took me to new heights
Is you here cause I could hold it down like
Got five shooters with me and three of them got 100 rounds
I'm walking 'round with a 100 pounds
A heavyweight still took that crown like
Ts yea
So nobody telling me that a nigga ain't the one
Like maybe I don't got the funds yet
But know I still do what I want yea
Pops he like "why you gotta talk bout them guns"
Cause I see envy in all of my sons
Gang gon be good in a couple of months
Can't stress sit back and roll that Runtz
Huh huh huh huh
Reminiscing bout them days we ain't have shit
Flew out to London with my bitch
I-I'm chopping up slowed on that Tris
I got my idols on my shh
Real question how that boy don't miss
Express my pain in all this shit

Mama ain't happy bout my moves
But I keep saying that I'm gon make it
Last year was writing shit for free
Now for a verse come drop a ticket
Pulled up in that push to start
This one for real last one was rented
Telling me I'm going up
Shit yea this show secured my ticket
No more sauce for free
Got stabbed in my back for a helping hand
They scream they love me
Been the realest since the Sox came home as champs
They scream they love me
Been the realest one since I picked up that pen
They scream they love me
I put on for my team with no advance
Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuh
On the interstate or 231 I'm sliding in that brand new Benz like
Yuh Yuh Yuh Yuh
Told them fuck niggas I would make it all I needed was a chance like

they luv me ! (prod. yvngonce)

LYRICS:

Heard niggas tryna take my spot but they ain't close to me
They can't rock the shows like me
They can't rock the clothes like me
They can't fuck the hoes like me
Been the one ain't never three
Uh uh uh uh
They gon hate me if I pop my shit
But that's the price you pay when you tryna get rich
Ok bro slow it down I'm not tryna hear that shit
I got two bitches with me both stay on my hip
Got a nine on my right
Got a dime on my left
Keep yo head in that game
Otherwise you could get swept
I put diamonds on my face
Mama HavXc gon be next
I put diamonds on my bitch
Play bout her yo shirt get wet up

They like he can't stop
No way
Pit stop
I hit the bank and then I skrt away
God damn
Another head bop
Whole game on headlock
Your greatest song can't touch my throwaways
Shit been working on plan A
Look mama I don't need no plan B
B-B-Baby these niggas like Bambi
Forever the one that you can't be
Okay
Out in Miami
I'm sipping some shit out the Stanley
My jit keep a tool like he handy
You catching up huh barely
Huh huh huh huh
Ha ha ha
Pops told me pshh fuck 'em
Never take it on the chin
I-I came in for the win
D-Don't need no Vetements
I know some niggas they like Uzi they gon Spin Again
Yo whole gang seeing donuts Entenmann's
Ain't signed what the fucks the hold up dividends
Ain't sign my soul away never to no white man
Cuts on my wrist got different diamonds on my right hand

(Heard niggas tryna take my spot but they ain't ok)
Heard niggas tryna take my spot but they ain't close to me
They can't rock the shows like me
They can't rock the clothes like me
They can't fuck the hoes like me
Been the one ain't never three
Uh uh uh uh
They gon hate me if I pop my shit
But that's the price you pay when you tryna get rich
Ok bro slow it down I'm not tryna hear that shit
I got two bitches with me both stay on my hip
Got a nine on my right
Got a dime on my left
Keep yo head in that game
Otherwise you could get swept
I put diamonds on my face
Mama HavXc gon be next
I put diamonds on my bitch
Play bout her yo shirt get wet up

they can't ! (prod. ayokaddy)

LYRICS:

Got some racks that I can't talk about
Outside walking lick I just wore your bank account
If I step out swinging shit they man down
I just told this bitch that I'm the man now
Never thought that HavXc be the topic now
Money counter that's all I'm hearing now
Can't fuck with them niggas they some walking clowns
Tax them for the feat shit that's a fair amount
Three different hoes inside this whip
Shit got them staring now
I just put like 40 on my wrist
Ain't never bussed it down
Overkill this V8 in the coupe
I got it roaring now
Shit got it roaring now
Everything a foreign now

Everything from overseas
What the fuck is that about
You know I'm a petty nigga
Do me wrong we slime him out
I don't care if that was bro
Tryna burn some bridges now
It ain't shit to talk about
Money do the talking now
Double cup and 35 got me seeing shit I've never seen
My new bitch a model type you see who walk in fashion week
Never hit no rock bottom you could never feel me
If you hungry for that cash then you know the real me
(Like you ain't hit no rock bottom how could you have feel me)
(I was hungry for the cash now you know the real me)
Walked in never thought I'd be here
I've been on some top floor shit
You ain't green here
You ain't put no work in
Don't expect to reap shit
Used to rock the same fits
Now I can't repeat it
Started down at Z
Just to get up on the A-List
I've been tryna rock out shows
Bro tryna peel shit

Got some racks that I can't talk about
Outside walking lick I just wore your bank account
If I step out swinging shit they man down
I just told this bitch that I'm the man now
Never thought that HavXc be the topic now
Money counter that's all I'm hearing now
Can't fuck with them niggas they some walking clowns
Tax them for the feat shit that's a fair amount
Three different hoes inside this whip
Shit got them staring now
I just put like 40 on my wrist
Ain't never bussed it down
Overkill this V8 in the coupe
I got it roaring now
Shit got it roaring now
Everything a foreign now

(I just told this bitch that I'm the man now)
(Shit got it roaring now)
(Everything a foreign now)

everything foreign ! (prod. nickwya xise & gray)

LYRICS:

Off that molly baby I can't feel my body
Talk down get sent to the lobby
Show up I need 20 prolly
Baby I ain't everybody
We get high like Whitney Bobby
Skrt off in that bigger body
Going up and we gon find a way
(We gon find a way)
Tryna take me to the A
Rocking shows another day
Rockstar piercings in my face
Different breed look at my veins
Can't sign it if it got a K
I need M's on top of M's
I'm tryna break the bank today

Walked in bitch I got my gang
Who my shooter KOA
How your whole team bunch of peons
Damn your mama she ashamed
Mama told me fuck the lames
With some dealers not no games yuh
Call up bout that pape yuh
Spent that 10 shit it don't faze none
(Psh what)
We got problems run that fade yah
Sipping purp no Grimace Shake yah
Feel like Rex turn up that bass
Bass bass bass bass bass bass bass
I'm a real rockstar like I'm in Slayer
All black fit I got my Ricks in every flavor
Yah
Can't talk bout how I get it
Just know that I'm paid yuh
Babe I'm gon rock the show
Then imma see you later
Yah Yah Yah
I got sons fuck all my haters
Like K feel like they savior
Popped off just another day yuh
Yah Yah Yah
Where was they when I was down
Count it up I run my town
Fuck the rest I hold it down

Off that molly baby I can't feel my body
Talk down get sent to the lobby
Show up I need 20 prolly
Baby I ain't everybody
We get high like Whitney Bobby
Skrt off in that bigger body
Going up and we gon find a way
(We gon find a way)
Tryna take me to the A
Rocking shows another day
Rockstar piercings in my face
Different breed look at my veins
Can't sign it if it got a K
I need M's on top of M's
I'm tryna break the bank today

Tryna take me to the A
Rocking shows another day
Rockstar piercings in my face
Different breed look at my veins
Can't sign it if it got a K
I need M's on top of M's
I'm tryna break the bank today

(H-H-HavXc)

find a way ! (prod. havxc)

LYRICS:

Got scars up on my back
Been stabbed up in my back
Can't let them see me bleed
So I wake up and put on black
I charge for every feat cause my 16 put you on the map
Call me the MVP they just can't help but run it back
Huh
Yuh
This tee not Louis V this Vivi
It took months to get it clapped
Two cups I'm sipping great
Not from the H been there you know I have
Told pops I would be great
Now everyday they all like where's Hav

Been money conversations
Ain't been on my phone lately
Told my bro a year ago
I'm going up gon get that 'Cedes
I've had friends say that I changed that I ain't the same and now they hate me
Shit but that's the way it goes
At least I got me and my lady
I went two phones then went two-tone
I'm flying in some shit made in Japan
Where your swag baby
I've been too fly I don't think I'll land
Fuck what the tag say
Want it Imma buy it I'm a different breed
Yuh yuh
Rick Owen Ramones I got enough of theses
Huh huh
In my zone right off that 3.5
Hit that stage with flashing lights
Rock out like I got nine lives
Huh huh huh
I'm made for this but I guess you could try
I can't lie I'm going up I'm staying up got hang time
Huh huh huh

Got scars up on my back
Been stabbed up in my back
Can't let them see me bleed
So I wake up and put on black
I charge for every feat cause my 16 put you on the map
Call me the MVP they just can't help but run it back
Huh
Yuh
This tee not Louis V this Vivi
It took months to get it clapped
Two cups I'm sipping great
Not from the H been there you know I have
Told pops I would be great
Now everyday they all like where's Hav

(They like where's Hav)
(They like where's Hav)
(They like where's Hav)
(They like where's Hav)
(They like where's Hav)

where's hav ! (prod. xoolice)

LYRICS:

I pull up been round
I ride in that Chevy shit
I beat the odds I'm on the top
I feel like Makaveli bitch
These niggas turn into some bitches
Shit it is what it is
Shit I do what they can't
Shit the rest I'm better than
Who you better than
Who you better than
Niggas talking tough right on the page go push a pen
Who you better than
Who you better than
Yo bitch told me I'm the king and I'm her favorite man

Can't imagine going out like that
You can't imagine not having to post, still counting up racks
Don't need no stylist I think I'm going black on black
I'm going matte on matte until it's platinum plaques
I'm a ballhog
Do it doly don't need no assist
I've been balling like I'm Kobe 4 years in I never missed
Never called off
25/8 bitch I'm punching in
Went from hand me downs straight to designer
This some Vetements
Richest nigga in my city
Spent so much in Soho I can't pronounce the name of my jeans
This that get that money music
Never been broke don't know what I mean
Can't relate to the shit that I've seen
Paranoid I hate being seen
Still walk with a G19
Yea
They like HavXc ain't the same nigga from a year ago
Yea new bitch and now my racks up shit I'm about to blow
Yea so duh I'm boutta pop shit cause know I want it more

I pull up been round
I ride in that Chevy shit
I beat the odds I'm on the top
I feel like Makaveli bitch
These niggas turn into some bitches
Shit it is what it is
Shit I do what they can't
Shit the rest I'm better than
Who you better than
Who you better than
Niggas talking tough right on the page go push a pen
Who you better than
Who you better than
Yo bitch told me I'm the king and I'm her favorite man
(Who you better than)
(Who you better than)
(Who you better than)
(Who you better than)

better than who ! (prod. twenty1)

A cinematic transmission from the undercarriage of modern war. Every Day Carry documents the tools, codes, and cold rituals of staying two steps ahead — not for survival, but for operational dominance. Engine hum, bullet tray, and gloved grip score a life lived behind tint and trigger discipline. No fantasy. Just protocol, pressure, and poetic paranoia.
Everything you hear? It’s carried for a reason.
— KANTIBUS

EVERY DAY CARRY

-Music: Franky-K and Tewitte (aka Tea the Pale Man) 
-Lyrics: Tewitte (aka Tea the Pale Man), Jok (Gildemeesters), Franky-K (Gildemeesters) and Hazemees
-Mixing: Daaf (House of Productions) and Tewitte (aka Tea the Pale Man)
-Mastering: Daaf (House of Productions)
-Recording: Franky-K (Gildemeesters) and Jok (Gildemeesters) (Studio 3112)
-Executive producer: Tewitte (aka Tea the Pale Man)
-Artwork: Tea the Pale Man
-Released on: n/a

Tewitte, Gildemeesters, Hazemees - Deze Keer (Prod. Franky-K, Tewitte aka Tea the Pale Man. 2009)

Dally DaWu - Alan's Plan (Prod. RicandThadeus)

Beyond Horizons

Venomous | Freestyle | Bo-Dacious

PSV
Shawty with a thin waist
Chahti krna theth taste
Baat cheet mei time waste
Glass se girrhi wine dekh
Speeding aja fine fek
Smoking on fine touch
 
Launde teen wild bunch
Pulling up with siren
Dhoop aagyi mai tired
Jaal mei kheeche woh woh woh
2 baje mai shayar
Job nhi sabke liye
Sabke liye main kayar
Halke mei liye
Puchrhe ab kaha hain
Running out of time yeah
Running out of time yeah

EBE
Karna chahte theth taste
Yeh bajte bohot par
Ghar pe fookre laced haze
Pace tez 
uber book
we blazed it
Cuh im in a tez pace
Crush up with no base page
Shaleen boy we wasted
talent blunt we face theth

Kal khelra tha mein black jack
Aaj 50gs in my backpack
She make it clap 
tabhi ni karra usse snapbacklj
 purple hearts kari thi send
favourite color lilac 
Kehti im so mature
had to tell the lie back

PSV
Yea we bringin brown back
Big ass mere hands around that
808s hittin they sound phatt
Fukre mids launde yaha down bad
Cash in chaie accountant
I throw it yeah she count it
Numbers astounding
She hittin me up woh mere town mei hai

EBE
Mili mujhse wo chai pe
Mein tha late 
Kehti baby 
Thoda time dekh
2 coffees and a pigtail
Badra swine rate
Mind it
She said you a boss 
I said fine bae
She said you pure 
Im bringing brown back

brown back(ft. EBE)

Cover art is the prompt for this week's competition. Enjoy!
Lyrics:Can feel it Sometimes
But still wit the team that’s Who I’m vibin wit
I Can smell the sunrise But don’t even know what time it is 
Ain’t nothing in Kansas but some weeds and my own confidence 
I just entered my prime and I’m like damn bro what the problem is
you ain’t seein it shine

Ain’t nothing that’s really out here but some scenery
So imma kickback wit this tree between my fingers it’s the fiend in me
Been thinkin a sneaky link up wit this bitch but she deleted me
I’m a drive away from the city night and day from what my people see
It was just hailing last week in glacial hills so I can’t believe the heat
It’s about time for a psychedelic tour I might gleefully 
Be seated on this porch while I’m treated wit spiritual deities
Or hide and seek in the store this local Walmart up the street from me

So I get locked in wit my plug and He gon smuggle it across state lines
Had been fumbling wit every bitch cause I can’t rock a cross that’s slave time
Swear these trad bitches will go and tell they brothers but can’t take mine
Cause we bubbling on any nigga think he the shit he showing straight signs

Cause I’d rather be a warrior in a garden than greenskeeper surrounded by horde of lions
Half of these niggas up the road obsessing over they twelve gauges or horse riding
See my genes are what make me defiant 
They called my og pawpaw the running cowboy for a reason bro like wasn’t slidin
So we can step on feet I was never street but this that countryside shit
We bred from the south and ends meet and we still kept it quiet 
But if a nigga touch G it’s no big D cause we gon get to fightin

Anger’s a right of passage in my life
And I’m a Family man but
Hopin this forecast will get me right
Cause I got idle hands 
I heard two of my cousins upped they poles
Aimed em at each other And
I had lost my cool and swung from my soul can’t hate my brother 
This datura seed cant eat itself 
I get in tune with my immortal spell 
Have you ever spoken to the dwarves and elves 
I’m like shadow of Mordor swinging this big sword between my legs plotting on cowgirls and country whores they be a bore instead 
Off an assortment of meds lookin through Forbes like im so up next 
Like how could a youngin settle for less if he more battle tested than the rest

I can’t hang around 
These flowerbeds looking too cozy
I ain’t backin down
On what said Imma stay focused
In this nosy town
Can’t put shit to bed Something had chose me
I get off the ground 
Man What’s in my head I be done spoke it

WEEDS (Prod. Caelus Beats)(SUL Round 3)

Boom Bap Type Beat – Underground [bow2548]｜MPC1000｜Prod. by B.O.W.｜

Royal Flush

Japanese beatmaker bringing raw Boom Bap vibes to the world.
Appreciate every listen and connection through music.
Hit me up for collabs — let’s keep real Hip Hop alive.

🎤 Political rapper spitting truth they don’t want you to hear
✝️ God first | Family always | No filters
🔥 Back from the brink of death

KANTIBUS is an American producer/songwriter who has been creating songs since 1990.

It is a portmanteau of his first initial and last name. 

KANTIBUS started creating what would eventually become known as Drill or Trap Music, demonstrating expertise in both genres. 

As such, he is a pioneer of the "violent real life criminal" styles that exist still in the underground today. 

https://instagram.com/ahmir_vick?igshid=OGQ5ZDc2ODk2ZA%3D%3D&utm_source=qr

My beats tuff like leather  
Beatmaker from Oita, Japan🇯🇵  
MPC-chopped Lo-fi & Boom Bap  
“TATAMI BREAKS” on YouTube

3rd: 🌎 Slime in progress…. All Songs are rough drafts

New tracks tagged #underground hiphop