Not claiming this as mine, this track just in some mixtape shit.

Moeda-OTIS (T-MIX)

Moeda & Bryserk - Shrimp Pasta (prod. by PROJECT)

Lyrics:

Fly and faded in this party
Came 2 hrs after that shit started
Dank in the air my lil hoe calling
Ain’t sliding back to the spot till mornin’

DJ spinning, mic just peeked up
MC Moeda then boomed his speaker 
walked to center
Get deep innah 
Hip hop hungry man where’s my dinner
    

Ain’t no recipe that’s recorded for all this winning
We prepped then fried niggas, cornbread and chicken.
Hip hop needs a feast, 
Hence why I just 
burnt this kitchen
Ding 
The bars poppin out da grease, no kidding

Twin these
blicked up brothers gone blow and
Them itchy ass mfs really got dope
See for dakami a nigga pen is da pope
And pen said it’ll take me anywhere I wanna go
Anyways I gotta show

Hoping I ain’t that late
Hoping that my groupies and goonies won’t really have to wait too long.

phone buzzing, hey it’s pape

Called to tell ya don’t be doin all that stressing bra sing yo song

The jive got stronger
Fuck if my car get booted

Folks gryratin 
Shot cups waitin and
All the fine shit shaking to , man we so

Fly and faded in this party
Came 2 hrs after that shit started
Dank in the air my lil hoe calling
Ain’t sliding back to the spot till mornin’

DJ spinning, mic just peeked up
MC Moeda then boomed his speaker

Super drunk and my head is pounding
Shirt done came off cause the heat’s astounding

Ash that, some more green might get me going

I can feel my pupils growing 

This some munyun talk
That’s why the shit make sense 
If you don’t listen and 
listen good  
That’s at your expense 

From the Eastside widdit’
Cadillacs on grass
Heard we run this city
And where 
we from 

know the bitches shaking ass
The hoes be shaking ass
Bad bitches shaking ass
You know they moving bad 

(You knowing they moving bad)

Yea they shaking ass (Northside!)
Where we at ? (The south side!)
damn they shaking ass (Eastside!)
Wicked ole west side, know they shaking ass
Party full of fashion killa bitches and they bad

Man I’m kinda sad
Man I’m kinda sad
Man I’m kinda sad
 (why u sad bra?)
The party almost over
And I don’t got shawty number (well damn)
I musta up the courage 
Had to mack down some real hot
Real fast for she left out in her Honda
Look look

Honey whatcha name is I’m tryna get ya know ya 
Finest thang I ever seen sorry for the holdup
You said model and you graduated from Lithonia 
And then added that her swag needed my steeze to come over
“Right now?” Chimed a jaded, beat, deep voiced Moeda
“This moment” shawty said then repeated what I told ya

Hey! don’t gimme that look
Ian no hoe
Bad bitch just want a fat meat stick
So who am I to say no
She then pulled off in a 
civic said to follow her
Now it’s 9am and now she sleep beside me 

who the fuck is calling-


Produced,Written,and Composed by Moeda
Engineer: @peace

LYRICS:

Welcome back, everyone. We are here with our special guest who’s taking the music industry by storm
Seriously folks, not many can do what he does 
Ladies and gentlemen, and everyone in between 
The mad man himself,
Moeda, tell us how do you manage being in the spotlight?
Well Grace uh
And also patience, 
Two things that keep procrastination 
Full  and satiated
My tidbit though? Execute soon after collating
Like if you decided to plan a surprise date, 
You'd ruin it by ruminating.
Success is easier than burnt hoes’ night shifts
No strings attached, just cash and the right gift
It’s makeshift
Make shift?
Yea you know how to make shit 
People who can’t tho
Typically hate from an unfinished basement 
I understand that you’ve been grieving lately
Well Yes,  I mourn the me that valued 
 over achieving 
Things brewing really stifled T hastily
Bad luck it followed me like Marcus to Neiman
To say the least.
(You mind elaborating?)
Junior year hit a lick on my empire, grandma died, grades got hit in the crossfire
The worst part 
Wasn’t till college, Ian finish
Cause how my whip got its ass whooped while I was still whipping in it
Lost some fake friends 
Lost my bitch who wan my bitch 
And now she date a girl named Peyton 
Just lost my real lady, no invite to the wake mannn
but I been chillin
been washing hands
Shout out to fans
Y'all cool tbh I give all y'all a rate ten
You might see me stage bound with the hijinx, Moschino sneak-ers new spanks paired with the live mink
More drip than the kitchen sink faucet
Moeda tickets selling quick, catch em so u say 
You been fucking called it
Ya, snack hauled it
TikTok edits, can I get a picture in the mall-it
He been jiggy way before all of it 
The Music marvelous
Look at this 
I'm up and this
Art, love,experience, is adamant (money, sex ,lots of DRUGS)
All things to drown such thoughts unbecoming 
It's nothing though
I love the type of artist Moeda’s becoming!
Support, support!
All the love out in New York 
Shout to Megan, we partied right after the tour
Just bought a bag, it’s Dior 
now they be sending me pieces with jewelry more
Folks paying duckets to watch this guy
Just received my 7th Grammy for my famous hit pie
Think I smell another project in the air
Self-promotion, y'all don’t mind
(NAH MOE WE DONT CARE)
All right, I can’t say the genre that wouldn’t be fair to me
But all I’m saying is the next features come with a couple of notaries

MOEDAKAMI ON ALL PLATFORMS

PRODUCED, WRITTEN, AND COMPOSED BY MOEDA
ENGINEERED BY: ‪@dotnpeace‬

MIC CHECK

2 TIMING

ONLY IF YOU INTO THAT

This is my first album or tape.....whatever. You're witnessing history, so enjoy

SINGULARITY POINT

my first beat tape with a theme/concept to it

this tape is supposed to invoke feelings of what it feels like to be high, be connected to source, spirit, earth, as well take you through a journey  as well 

Ode to Sun Ra (Children of the Sun)

Stuck in Traffic (Roll Up)

Moedamusa on all plats
Written, composed, produced, engineered, and performed by Moeda

Lyrics:

Credits rolling, the movie, quite demented 
Left me with lessons that led to questions open ended 
Like why did the fighter do all that fighting just to shoot himself 
I found the answer when wishes native reduced my wealth 
See there was issue, and one that kills a lot of these brothers 
self reflection is the reason that my life techni color other than weed and maybe meditation kept T fresh 
instead of plotting to kill these niggas I say, God bless 
believe me I’ve garnered more patience then trauma unit 
line busy so who gon give a fuck what an op is doing I’m 
back n better than ever with a pulse and a beat to match 
 I’m running kite cause I gotta a dream to catch

Crazy to think about a living where I ain’t get on,
If I stayed put in a college dorm and ain’t came home
Yeezy was my hero for he lost his coo 
That’s how I made this shit here cuz I dropped out too

Before the genius interviews a genius says to you the Guinness only granted to genius point of view
And make sure you cover those thoughts intrusive 
The cults in the Cali hills are all inclusive

Or not, yk that hollyweird just ain’t what it used to be
No more private islands with flyers to fund films in Tel Aviv
Chart this and chart that but that aint where the art’ill be
Fame was once a price but now the glamour look kinda cheap

Man 
why you and sasha ain’t cool no more
Why you ain’t show up to my party whatchu ghost me for?
Why you cut me off 
I don’t really have to explain
I added overly to OD so you overly and OD lame
You mad shiesty n you OD playin
You smoking dick or crack you got the OD brain
Cheap mall kiosk pendants with the OD CHAIN
just here with the talent the plus is OD fame
And that’s all

I’ve accommodated this hatchback 
Lit masks underneath it withhhhhh match
nowadays I must puff unpacked 
quarters for the
many 
souls that don’t 
gas no mo and
Allat aforementioned
Circus addlepadded bullshit can’t be too funny
In the middle of a drought I’ve filled oceans up with sonnets while youd leave facets run ning
 
Ima real black bandasnatch
And that points why the bands attached
So I can’t be the one that’s phased by things 
Unhinted at
Momma said I’d get that back
Multitrack
Platinum album plaque 

We all know the lore
He goes on to housing house
Holding names like none before
I visit the gravesite of the monster who
ripped out my tounge 
Before the moment it took my life I had so
Much fun

You know the saying goes as eye for an eye
Even when my own were missing I still found urge to cry

But better days have left me bitter 
Before I 
can see my wings again
I must avenge the one who lied

And I’m-

Stuck in Traffic (Roll Up)

the Kaliberator