another sad song lol... this tape has to come out

how could you? [prod. wizard pem]

Lyrics:

Yoooo, my name is A Hype, I’m a mentally ill mother fucker, but that’s just a long story short. Haha.

Welcome to the Song Wars, hitting like carnivores is this don of sorts, and c’mon my joints I toss is this boss shit, you really think you fucking wit’ me, I cross shit, o’vo’ like AI, stay fly, he be, top spitter, drop litter pics than the tricks who fed up, I keep my head up, for better days that be coming. I get the cheddar, but the results that at me summon, cause of my drumming up good biz, this is like humming, peaceful tunes strewns in to my ear, here I’m running shit, that mean more than any seen, money, yeah, I’m funny, and in time a granny, oops I meant grandpa, but the point is this, when I’m old, stanzas, still bold, loops of my diss, to the groups who poor piss and didn’t want the rights, I see you cheap motherfuckers, now peep the slights, I’m deep in nights, thinking how I vow to change the world, A Hype, he may trip o’vo’ a strange girl, who get ‘em in a trance by chance, my stance to rearrange world, gotta get back on that, no slack on stack that plaque of records of bringing the real back, ya feel attack then it directed at you, singing my praises might take mo’ than a few days’es, but I rake mo’ props in through the poppings of frothing off at the mouth when I spew my click bait, fuck that, bitch, get ya shit straight, enrich the mind and find a sick strain to engage in, I mean sick as in good, not this raging, I been flicking the wood, fire guaging, and I don’t mean Swisher Sweets, except my three point shot, I’m good, so when I then old, cold, ire, aging, bitch, sure these paths I meets will be ill, sick as in physical, the wraths of this is ill ‘til death, but what I anoint got to be the realest, if I drop a seed, he indeed follow, his dreams, I know why go create more memes, hollow, for teams to prank me on, I hate the way I sank and con, from pro, numb glow I gotta light it back, pouring my heart out in this plight of wack, soaring and start out how I hope it land, I could mope and stand a useless hand and refuse this grand prize but fuck it, how is this in ya eyes? Yeah, do I fill ya bucket?

In Ya Eyes (Prod. wizardpem) (mixed by Whirley)

Lyrics:

Ayo, my throat hurts yet still I get ill, the GOAT spurts out his verse, doubt it worse than if when I bloat curse without urking, I’m lurking as I walk into rooms of childs, saying swears, slaying ears, playing fears of the mild parents, I blooms a style scary, be wary, when I say “fuck” it do carry, got people who secular saying “hurray!”, while sacred listeners are like “nah, this ain’t okay!”. Reckon ya ass amass mass protecting, beckon a spell of swell “shit” and “fuck”, it don’t suck, neglecting isn’t having yours follows diff’ paths, it’s being ignorant shits that if wraths come from those who chose to live they own life, do that, then ya disown ya child, a new cat, who that, A Hype, may type up a storm, a swarm of curses that form. I warm my body wit’ it, I ain’t killing, this ain’t Gotti wit’ it, I’m not a saint but I paint a thrilling lottery ticket, the way style craze, I smile and gaze into ya eyes, realize I’m a lover still, no surprise. This is directed, but I won’t say to who, interjected in is a spin I have though. I pave o’vo’ the days of youth, wit’ knowing while we can’t get it back, we can get it now, lit, going I’ll be on a dial spree, calling up my friends, we balling up, there no ends, we grown, we shown our scars, now let’s embrace, the current turnt era, there a damn place for us all, this the truth in the booth y’all, sure I miss the past, but pure and bliss wouldn’t just not last, but it was never all that, trust the vast future ahead, we clever when we sever the sad tether outlook, the nether you can see if ya pout took you that way, or truly you can be happy, I’m scrappy to find my kinda vision, depression is tough, this is a lesson though of stuff, that I’ve been sent on, a live that bent on, making it, well hell, I already did it, steady spitting, bet he hitting, more than it I sure ran it, but back to wrap it up, what wack is yap that yup, you don’t wanna hear, but this is subjective, I’m gonna make it clear, take a fear you have, to grab that from my angle, I might not see the fright, we aight how I dangle, but you see it as a strangle on my forecast, I could see it as 1st, what you see as “you’re last!”, I see as pure vast, and I acknowledge the damage in saying mine, I can tone back and stop spraying line, this is a personal message, I love you, you know who you are, a star and rehearsal a goal of mine, but the show go on, even if I can’t perform, sure Mom. Don’t wanna raise a stress gauge, this my message, okay, fuck what yo say, nah but for real, your chill is true too, end of the song, I’m sending a long text next, reminding you I’m finding new love within just you being you, seeing through your eyes, no blur lies, no bending it wrong. I love you.

A Journey To Embark On (Prod. wizardpem & hachinemu)

Lyrics:

Sitting here eating Carmela Creeper. I like them little kid cereals, even if materials are artificial, it’s hard to miss you at the grocery, store for sure, I know Cheerio’s are hella deeper in better for you, I’m wetter when I think of better ink, but fuck it, I’m a trend setter, I met a sink, her name was Dandy, handy was her prize like candy, let me wash my hands and stench off this “man, he too crazy” type shit, Hype get a snipe lit on his head for saying the shit he said, he better off dead. But I sway it so convincing, aight let’s get down to it, autistic clown and shit. I found a bit of hope in the dope but not the drug, I mean what seen as a crazy kinda mood I sweep under the rug, but wanna reveal, it’s hard to feel scarred yet chill, the plug is my music drug. My food is bad stuff, mad tough but I keep buying. Signing my life away astray to a bad diet, I try it, I need less frying and more supplying. Of healtither, that’ll really get me wealthier. What if my parents find out, my appearance to them is fogged up, no doubt, the crier of, “I need help!”. Bitch, I found self love in myself. I shelf, I hate that, don’t date that, stick to the prick, it so sick and go trick, huh, I have coherence in my clearings. But what I ain’t know, is if I can miff enough fo’, me to completely wipe out my audience, I’m tryna stay at play at bay from the target, hence. I stay predictable in unpredictable. Maybe baby, that’s the way, hey we, go crazy. There’s platforms that would’ve spat storms on me, if I … tried to do this, I guess? But yes, this is not that, DJ Terezi got me, Charlie gnarly, hot shit, I spit from my lung sung, over his bliss beat, and while I’m at it, that is, maybe a reference, my preference, to shout out Bliss3Three, see we, did an album long ago, DJ Terezi and me jersey in the rafters. For the laughter we can make, I fucking love ya homie, love ya homie, yeah I fucking love ya, homie.

Carmela Creeper (Prod. wizardpem & hachinemu)

Lyrics:

Frolicing with the roses, my pose is, so bliss elegant, they know this and tell a friend, hell will end when I bring in my swingin’, peace I come up wit’, I cease the dumb up shit, ya beasts wanna battle, at least I ain’t gon’ tattle, but this piss poor mood gotta end my friend, bending over ya sure ain’t just to stop the stirring of drama, I’m a pure saint, no, but I go what I do set out fo’. Break it down, we gotta be gentle like petals, a lotta mental that settle, ain’t as violent as it may seem, the silent nice day scene, it can be that way at night, we don’t gotta fright fight, I mean we been all aight when we unite, for sports or for sorts of common unity, I dream a beam of you and me together would be forever, not a gleam that disappear, kiss ya peer, I ain’t saying we gotta be swaying like that, but take back slack you cast on others, we all our brothers, we last together and need each other. This is common knowledge to the milage, of the road travelers of narrow ass paths, I deplored up on unraveling the, challengers. That want beef to continue, grief in the venue, then you wanna see death basically, y’all have crept, erasing G’s, whether so called gangsta’s or good guys. I know we go all as them worthy peeps on the Earth we keeps on, no pranksta’s, you could try, to say some have bad actions but we made a grade that paid they dues in our own shoes, mad reactions to bring up the difference, I do it my way, I say it so fluid to me, truly but they be repentance with vengeance, hoping I’m learning my lessons, I’m churning out these same lessons back, ease pain and maintain, sometime ya gotta, take a chance, make a stance for what really right, and I know the land we go say the shit on, we get long ass ego’s if we think we better than what they know, but hey bro, I also know y’all go say they absolutes, the gab ya hoots, certain words hurtin’ in blurbs or more, okay, well that true.

Not Even Sure (Prod. wizardpem)

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Lyrics:

I Just Gotta Say

In the world that we live today

Lotta times people gotta pay

But they due date ain’t come they way

It’s gonna happen though

And will yo ass be making or from it, plummet taking mo’

Faking dough only gets ya so far, so far, so far, go glow and be a star

Yo, what the fuck is up, got a drink I suck up in my cup, I choose to use milk, natural ability, instead of going ‘head and actually killing me. The lean a deadly game, I talk the talk but also stand tall bro, walk the walk, seen a thread, the shame of abusing, and on one hand, I done panned it lame and confusing, on the other I know drugs’ll go, kill you, for real too, like the slugs’ll blow. But on the other, to shun, then done take cover, help these people get on over. Same with prison, listen, we need less division, what if ya ain’t destined for this eternal sessioned, out life, I doubt life will change but I’ll try, I Just Gotta Say how it be and still fly.

I Just Gotta Say

In the world that we live today

Lotta times people gotta pay

But they due date ain’t come they way

It’s gonna happen though

And will yo ass be making or from it, plummet taking mo’

Faking dough only gets ya so far, so far, so far, go glow and be a star

This second verse is dedicated to, people who the commoners reckon worse, the hated crew, I’m in, submerse me wit’ the crowd, autistic, don’t get it twisted, we is lit, we is loud. But we also thinkers too, and to sink us through the bullshit the stinkers do, like RFK, showing his real thoughts, fuck is wrong with me, for long I’ll be an ill, gots, to know ill is chill, not mentally, the real deal I want sent to thee, is to widen ya horizons, my neurotype let the skies in, bask in glory without prejudice, widen what I’m siding wit’, be done wit’ hiding shit, feel Hype regardless of negligence, I Just Gotta Say, I’m the hardest and did this shit.

I Just Gotta Say (Prod. wizardpem) (Mixed by DJ 20124)

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Lyrics:

These Bad Boys Will blow ya body to Smithereens. With ease my glad poise shows proudly so with your screens, I please regardless of ya hardest tries with lies to mean, mug me, you calling me ugly? Look at you then! I been balling like rugby, cooking a gem for y’all, looking at them, I call, shout out’s with the gall. To celebrate all, but still have my humor. You delegate ya hate on to me, spreading rumors? I can tell a bait apart from a heart filled story. Besides, BS don’t applies to this guys glory. Random facts, I’m smart and Italian like Florence. We know I Will Smith, but also boy bad like Martin Lawrence. But I ain’t a buddy popo, I could never do a cruddy low move like be part of the force, of course. I show, prove, I’m with the real ones. And when it come to getting the love, I feel tons. Standing on some of the land in Wisconsin. I feel I need to shout out what’s going on in. This state, it is great, our CD’s, more than a weed plate, a sure span of bleeded out. Hard work is coming to full frolicing, no doubt, mo’ clout, growing we pulling a win. I’m still chill though, the bro who eat at Burger King. I stop fo’ a Whopper, it’s the surest purest thing. I got mo’, I’m not full yet, I get onion rings, I eat a ton and sing the jing’, that’s short for jingle. I sport a word ya heard howev’ I clev’ can. It’s my gift like K. Kringle, from it I’ve nev’ ran. I shift to this, girl let’s mingle, my drift is bliss. I’m not Earl Simmons, but in my DM, Xtra women’s. Wanna know where the Grand Champ, I hand stamp, the fake snakes to tell them apart from the smart ranks. And I can see ya ink, I think a second chance, a tough sell, and if you muff, well … I reckon that’s, a goner, I dance to this tune so soon to trance, peeps in heaps when they hear the chant’s, just shake ya pants. Adios! Who the best, gladly us!

Gladly Us (Prod. wizardpem) (Mixed by Whirley)

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