FLIP IT #209

Song Title: Ripple (Instr)
Music Produced by Flava Matikz of Q-York
Music Mixed by Flava Matikz of Q-York
Music Mastered by Flava Matikz of Q-York
Music Recorded at Matikz Muziq Studio
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Ripple (Instr)

PB211 - MagicianRmx

TSU throwaway

Bruh.m4a

Sleeper STBB 978 Non Entry

Track from the upcoming "Tha Mark of Buddha Mixtape"

Lyrics

Riding thru tha city with my shorty rollin swishas, gas so loud that everybody got the hiccups; Mami told me that she want the bread like it's a stick up, I got so much dough tha lil shawty couldn't pick up// Nga don't be trickin' he be stickin' what is ripe, catch me in tha kitchen with ya girlfriend lickin' pipe; Nga it's tha Truth it ain't just for tha mic, you tha type of nigga that be walking wit yo bike//

Chain unraveled like a bitch bra strap, honey smokin woods as she sittin on my lap; You ngaz got it fucked up 'cuz you chasin' paper, little did you know it disappears like vapor// That's why I create dope and bake tha whole damn cake up, fiat fetti got yo bank accounts wearing make up; Nga listen up you need da rules to this game, stop wasting time chasing money and da fame//

Get you a crew who's vision is tha same, then double up from all yo hustles; once tha dough bubble up then flex yo muscles// Otherwise you'd be in tha same ol' rut, struggling for money while tryna get some butt; Nga tell me now-is that tha type of life you want? Do you got tha drive to go get what you want? Nga if you don't then you gotta step it up, become a living middle finger who don't give a fuck! 

Realize ya worth, you tha bag full of bucks!

Photo by Django Starr // Studio Futuro

Tha Mark of Buddha Mixtape

Half Moon [Prod. by Flying Lotus]

What's for us will come our way one-day we just have to be patient and if we try, then we will laughing and rejoicing that day.

The Way Life Is

Apricot Preserves 
#2 Demo Version 
produced by CLUNҰ
words by p.WRECKS and Wading Birdz

-p.WRECKS-

caterpillar schemin' on a cenobite size of origami whales. 
sketched out by the winged wire tap drones microscopic, riding on the back of a dragonfly 
just before day breaks, delay in the antenna confusion brain drain scour scattered in graves ,
hollow recollection receptacle uninterrupted. 
in understanding the depth of which dodos 
sulphuric island middle of nowhere in particular.
More margin on the listener then the grifter. 
spinstress with a pocket for every needle threaded 
growing out of webbed fingertips, tinkling ivories sentence 
sits inside the minor key growling,
outside see irony //
dividing. ricochet off bone armor grimy 
wading waist deep in a pool of typewriter keys with messages never minded them, 
isolated evidence on cassette decks reels retrospective,
tetsuo evolutionary traits, rails of a train yard trailing, 
off extraterrestrial hallucinogens. Introspection, 
cruel interlude crude wood workings amidst the moil. 
opinion isn't always ill-fitting isolation chamber.
resonance clouded calling flashback from a buried birds eye viewfinder realm 
almost always lost locksmith weighed down by the monstrous key ring he must heave.
paradigm batwing, centuries old, adhesion. 

tedious tedium
keeper of keys open gates 
defeat the beast inside unlock the chest 
feed on that feeling then become hungry 
once more 

-WADING BIRDZ -
learn more from an insect than a hundred masters teaching concepts
youre only as strong as your weakest stance. i take long steps
walk less take a long breath and exhale the progress
the vulture's fights over carcasses
anole got stung by the wasp in it esophagus
snow flower bumble bees livin prosperous
propellin pollen spreadin ficus providing oxygen
provide offerings to the gods and topple obstacles 
the oracle delivers a mess of a message the warrior isnt impressed
kids has got a lot of gull 
i stop and pull a hit from the bowl and then walk sum more 
stand upon the shore of desolate landscapes
take a break from man because only man can make man made lakes
stand upon the bank of a pond and add sum more dank to the bong
my skin soak up solar rays like it's spoasta 
not like when i was stuck inside from the sun on sundays makin mimosas 
i take a break and make sum toast in the toaster and stay roasted just posted blazing up stay soakin right through the coaster . 
im so old school like baywatch babes on posters
this the way of the wading birdz stay away from imposters and posers

BatWing Feat. WADING BIRDZ

Sinatra

Sorrow

RobRuss - Monastery Means

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Half Moon [Prod. by Flying Lotus]

Tha Mark of Buddha

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