This shit was fucking ill came on randomly and i was like wut -____- #thankssoundcloud

Hippity hoppity

Slapper we made with the homie Irineo last year...never made it onto any of our projects so here it is.

Stank Face "FACE MELT" Mixtape [10/30/14]

*This song is not on the mixtape.

Produced by Irineo:
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Mixed & Mastered by Drew Mantia:
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You Need Me

In Context

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Produced by Drew Mantia:
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Recording, Mixing, Mastered & Additional Production by: Drew Mantia
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Deeper (Prod. By Drew Mantia)

prod. Stoic

Lyrics:

you can be on anything you want,
if you not afraid of loss, or the cost thinking
i’m on the—
precipice but i’m still unimpressed with this
cause i’m not stepping into this
I see the way that i’m on the fence

i can’t pick a side, or, I cannot decide
how I should live when i’m on the
weed usually or the nicotine
if i’m feeling fiendy believe me
i’m on the fence

part of me think I need it
pardon me for believing that parting would be so easy
parties are only fun at the part when I can’t see clearly
harbouring too much pain in my heart I get to releasing

Drop (drop drop drop drop)
another song, ‘nother tab of acid on my tone
‘nother wrong turn another reason to atone
been my biggest hater hate to see how much i’ve grown
bad bitches want sit on my face like it’s a throne
my heart found a lover so no interest is shown

I like getting (ooh!) with this K up to my nose
how perverted how depraved I am nobody knows it
I can’t feel my fingers feel my face or feel my toes
matter fact my whole body feel numb it’s like i’m frozen
drug divide the time left in my life and i’m the quotient
I’m not in a hurry have no urgency for motion

I can’t kill my ego
I need that to know the people
Who would do unto me evil
Huh huh huh huh huh

I can’t kill my ego
‘Cause amigos spin my records
Feenin’ like they on the needle
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh

I can’t kill my ego
Grip to tight he wont let me go
He would rather see that we go
Huh huh huh huh huh

I can’t kill my ego cause
I am my ego still,
And we don’t wanna be killed

I would end it all if the people who I loved,
didn’t have to get involved but
i’m on the—
Brink, I would think, by the way I think,
I don’t blink, I don’t get a wink in
i’m on the fence

count sheep over and over
with no enjoyment, i’m supposed to join em
i’m on the—
verge of a version of this nerd
by the likes of which I
doubt you have observed bitch
i’m on the fence

Okay I got options
I could go to Allah or the crosses
I could go to liquor or to slots
I could get my dick wet with a slut
I could take an hour a day to meditate
I could hit the gym and sweat my stress away
I could smoke a dab I got a concentrate
That might be my favourite way to medi- (medi-)
I don’t know no better way, I don’t have no patience
I could go with molly or a ketamine sedation
I could get another job and slave away to make cents
Currently a servantry to currency don’t make sense
I could go believing that I’m never gonna make it
Or I could live in faith, I gotta pick a path and take it
I’m on the fence

really now it’s time almost 25 i’ve got to decide but
i’m on the—
psychedelics too much, the marijuana too much, the damage might be too much, so
i’m on the fence

greatness in my palms but
what i’m leaning on keep me from the other side cause
i’m on the
last of my lifeline
either I resist relapse or I die trying
i’m on the (shh)

on the fence

SIKE
Produced by: Adam Pickrell
Sequenced & Arranged by: John Congleton
Additional Drum Programming: Bird Peterson 
Horns: Reggie Pace

 I've been on some burn it down, leave this town, never look back shit 
Passing out on your couch, sneaking out the back tip
 Ripping credit cards out your mailbox snatch it
 Charge it to the game playboy, it's practice
  They been on some got this, squat this, reroute the power grid
 Cops can't stop this, over our dead body bitch
 Eat this, drop this, turn it up louder kid 
Put it down in our path? Million ways around that shit  
We backstage sterilizing tattoos with beer 
You cats stay paralyzed by bad news and fear 
You underage and they ain't fucking let you in here 
Fake ID G, and buy us all beer  
I’m sick of kids who sit and bitch about how they can't get into shit 
Ya "woe is me" steez, just getting bit ridiculous
 Fucking A, you're underage, that means they just slap your wrist
 If not, you're young and fit, “Yeah Bitch! Out run the pigs!”  
Ha! And give em all trophies
And some orange slices 
Yeah, y'all already know me 
One of the only that's really grindin’
  Lazy motherfuckers wanna call it luck 
Be real motherfuckers know there ain't no such
 Thing cause i mean there ain't no free lunch
 You better fix your own plate or serve one to us
  Go on pray to your God, or complain on facebook 
Stay waiting for your Dad, to come save the day dork
 Voted for Obama, and expecting changes It’s just one big party all giving the same gifts  "SIKE!"  Like a P.O.S T-shirt! 
YIKES!  It’s only gonna get worse! 
RIGHT?  This beat Is kinda bzerk 
Turn it up louder till my fucking teeth hurt!
  Yeah girl, I own some gold teeth
I’m southern, I was taught to hold heat
Ain’t no gangster, I’ll tell that true
Rick Ross just a cop with some bad tattoos

Florida baby, yeah my neck stay real red
While you make believe pushing that white shit
You dress up gangsters can play pretend
I stay slangin that white girl round my bed

Young Steve McQueen spit that dick game
You tweet real bossy for a bitch with a tin chain
I don’t need no Maybach just to sharpen my pimp girl
Pull girls on my bike they ride my handlebars home, man!

Ooh!  Put my word on that chief
Rihanna gonna haller, the way I murdered that beat
A condom like an umbrella, King Kong in the bed sheets
Just haller at a fella when you’re done with that dead beat!

CHORUS

 See, I can write your dumb raps 
Pay me, and go buy some hubcaps
 Fake G’s talkin bout gun claps
 Ain't gonna happen, like A-Rod's come back
  Talent is cheap, money's all made up
 Gallons of beam, and the speakers based up
Fuck it!  I got nothing left to say son 
Y'all get Cryphy!  Thank you Based God! 

CHORUS 

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."
-Albert Camus


Side One Dummy Records: Worldwide
Cargo Records: Europe

Sike!

Download the EP here: https://eyesome.bandcamp.com/album/play-time

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7 days into the year and after 'i got this'

The Sequel...  episode 11.

lyrics http://genius.com/Michael-rafael-stoned-pt2-lyrics

Stoned Pt.2

Stoned  Pt.2

@Probcause, Alex Wiley, Dally Auston @wearegraves

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Candyflippin in Chitown Ft. ProbCause, Alex Wiley, Dally Auston of Save Money (graves Rework)

Wax - FAIL

01 Wash It In The Water

Buy/Stream the album here: https://fanlink.to/soonenough

Executive Produced by Sol
Music Produced by Teal Douville, Nima Skeemz, and Elan Wright
Track Six Produced by Budo
Mixed by Teal Douville 
Mastered by Dave Cooley at Elysian Mastering
Photography by Raphael Gaultier
Lettering by Michael Moodie
Design by Pari Gabriel

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