Killa Kangaroo

6. Drowning

5. Busted Ear Drum (Blunt's Wopped N Slopped Remix)

4. Taco Bell

3. One Role Model (Keemstar)

2. T.O.A.B./I.G.P.S.B.

1. Bussin

Lyrics:

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

Me and ShoeMan, the new ran. Span of dominance, all up in the prominence. Shoutout NORMAN, we stormin’ the whole block. Give ‘em fair warnin’, we born in full smock. Built to make art, no guilt we take heart. We didn’t jump the gun, no fake start. We didn’t pump to stun, we just go out. Get ya blow out, we safe there no out. We pave a way to save the day. Y’all crave a stay where we play. We have our way wit’ bae, okay? She wanna be wit’ me, ya see it mane? Plain to process, hard to swallow. This thang is nonsense, we ain’t borrow. If she wanna ride wit’ the side of the winning team, we ain’t say no, ya better pray mo’ ya sinning meme.
Yeah yeah, we paid. Nah nah, never strayed. Yeah yeah, we made. Nah nah, never fade. Yeah yeah, we laid. Out the classics, and bitch we own our masters. Snitch bastards ain’t ever getting past us, watch a top notch boss toss this shit faster. Dropping lines like it seeds. Popping nines, there no needs. We could chill, would ill as a unit, but since ya ain’t do it, ya wince when ya blew shit. We got the hot sauce, what ya want. Strut and flaunt, but can’t taunt. Us cause no stress, we not just equal, we making mo’ moves as people. We sho’ proves that there no sequel. We so unique, you peak on a steep hill. We could peak on the bottom of the ocean. You do reek, while we put in motion.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn.

Yeah, uh.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

BBQ (Prod. Beat Making Shoe Man)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

ROAR! Here comes the dinosaur. More ferocious than before, plants atrocious to this carnivore. SOAR! I’m a pterodactyl, my hair attract you now that it grown, the snare impact true, it blown. In the car, in the bar, when talking to the star. That twinkle, I had a nice dream of ice cream with no sprinkle. I’m a basic man, but open me up like a Vlasic can. And I’ll talk to you, not walk through you, haan! Like French, we ridin’ waves like Max B. My mic quench the thirst of worst facts, ya see. We escape reality, when we shape what calling me, freedom, gee, um, just SHOUT! OUT! I’m “Da Biggest Bird”, or ya gig’s a turd. Don’t be a party pooper, I’m a smarty and a hooper. They say, hey, you dumb like Sid The Sloth. Who come to that conclusion get cook like broth, a solution. Not like math, FUCK calculus, I tell ya this. I wanna dreaaaaaam, being a memeeeeeee, ain’t as bad as it seeeeeeeeeeem, I paint so rad wit’ the teaaaaaaaaam, Saint ain’t a fad, you get spanked like son, cause we dad. Thank us much a ton. Our fire ain’t blank, more higher in rank? Nah, we just letting loose ooze flow. Setting, choose, who’s down to go! YO! This moment will pass. Just like the gas that’s coming from my ass.

ROAR! (Feat. Saint Mercator) (Prod. Quill)

Lyrics:

Back In The Place where there’s crack to the face, the way I’m tracking the case, you would’ve thought I’m on a race. To frame being my aim, to stop the rock game, to pop and shock, how lame, I ain’t living in shame. I’m giving the fame, to those who close to the end. Still ill wit’ the lit skill, I would kill to be so chill. Up top, but stop … they deserve it more. The nerve to floor ya peers behind is bad, let’s rewind a tad. I’m giving the fame, to those who close to the end. Society a fucking bitch, in its variety, a ditch. Dug for a so called thug, the laws made ‘em out. To be seen that way, a gat spray and no doubt. You calling it falling, people evil to the fullest. And it’s the cops who get props for pulling bullets. Fuck that, they wanna kill more poor for sure. Supply the crack so mo’ can suffer, a Ronald Reagan taggin’ kinda style, ain’t a buffer, they work they ass off. To just make a buck, what the fuck, how they amass scoff? Cause of, white lies, I wanna, fight guys. Who be truly spreading the deading hate, I’m reading fate. And those who oppose, they blows I hope is in hell. Where they dwell in jail, never out on bail. Back In The Place of smacking that bass, shit. You wanna rap, you deserve more than dap, that’s it. I gotta in short sport support for more or less. People who need this, cause muh’ fuckin’ greed is. Evil, it get people not feeling right, they killing sight. Could’ve and should’ve, bought that CD, cause see, we. Have the dough yo, and they in mo’ stress. I’m talking walking not knowing if you gon’ rest. Nowhere we go share should be defined by ZIP Code. Yet we sweat depending on the ending, I’m in rip mode. How could this be, a government so free? Shit, it ain’t free, it taint, we! I just wanted to let my thoughts off. Back In The Place where people face them shots off.

Back In The Place (Prod. 0lim)

Lyrics:

(A Hype's lyrics)

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

Woke up, feeling fresh, hella dope, hella spesh. I could choke up cause my hope up and I mesh. So well with who I go tell my words to. No fail, I mo’ sail, just like the birds flew. Oh my, I’m so high, off my fumes, all my dooms. To the past, they don’t last, I won’t cast it on these rooms. From the womb, to the tomb, I’m a keep doing me. Pursuing the, glory, my story ya viewing be.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This That New Plan (Feat. lunacy) (Prod. tripod)

Lyrics:

(A Hype's Lyrics)

Making big hits like I’m David Ortiz. Shaking them hips be faded shorties. Taking them trips top rated overseas. Baking wit’ wit’s, I’m saving more cheese. For sure G’s, certified money in the bank. Spread the wealth, ahead wit’ health, top rank. You’re pleas, ain’t stopping these funny pranks. People pull that bull and be full of shanks. Just wait a minute, I’d hate to sin it, keep going. Greater winning in the later inning, peep sowing. Up what ya can, in this span, have ran the dough. Man the show like a scandal though, van go through. All the cities wit’ the pities, titties be blinding. I’m minding my own, cause I’m grown, no signing. Me away, I be a play away from success. Shit, I already damn am wit’ what I bless.

No mercy, even if controversy. Follow, just know I ain’t hollow, on the jersey. I rep Mitchell And Ness, bitch you’ll have stress. If ya quest is to best me, I guess ye complex me. I flex the, power every hour wit’ the shit that tower. I’m way past my years, you’re in the past like Sears. Sure, tears, nah but ya wasn’t there. When I been bad and I wasn’t buzzin’ in the ear.

Well I’m here now, bitch.

Dom Hype (Feat. Dom Jordan) (Prod. FiveFingersNoah)

Lyrics:

I’ve been ready for a moment like this, another new album dropping, another Musa beat to open this shit up. Seize the moment, that’s how we do. Now, I know I’ve been a flawed human, I’ve been trying hard, but I can always try harder. Let’s go, one shot.

Praying to God, that I do get old. I’ve gotta settle the sco’ wit’ the cold. Though I’m at peace, it a lease, so that gold. Ain’t staying, so sad at how times have rolled. This is a chance to dance and be bold. Break out the  mold and take out, have pulled. Bullshit full wit’ lies being told. This the real me, not just what I hold. Onto, that I’m a don you must admire. Speaking con spew, c’mon, be true, inspire. The future, nurture I may have not had. I can give to my seeds and go spot rad. Passion in fashion where I ain’t even look nice. I mean what not seen, but got keen advice, look twice. Befo’ we go trust over lust, some peeps crooks. Dumb creeps have me shook, from heaps of what they took. But look … maybe it’s mentality. Maybe say we change our shit, it ain’t finality. Maybe more than pray we ain’t strange and more normality, we get set on being the best us, morality. Maybe we good, maybe we should. Do this, do that, nah we would. If we were you, but we steer our view. Clearly few like how we do. Actually one, factually one, you, yourself, do yourself. Love yourself, don’t shove yourself, so when I’m praying, maybe I’m saying. Give me strength, I wanna live a length that never stop. But hey, what may happen, I’m a keep doing me, and stop this cappin’. You ever drop, a motive cause ya was told it dumb? I sever stop from go cause no mo’ will I fold shit from. Not getting attention, letting ascension get to me was scary. Promotive theatrics tactics had me very wary. Just be you, truly be true, that’s the goal. At least for me, I cease to be if I ain’t my soul. That beast I see in the mirror is clear, my fakeness. To have peace, I must do this self searching, go awake this. Halo over me, get this lurching devil off my back. I know I can do it, a sober spree from evil wack. Forces, of course it’s, me who gotta solve. So I know like greats of natures, I gotta go evolve.

Keep doing you. Keep growing and going.

Evolve (Prod. Musa, st1cks, soupandreas, tonto)

Made this today from like 11:30 am right after i woke up to like 4 pm idk it’s cool i guess

name is from my intro to psych text book

Yerkes (pronounced “Yerk-EES”) prod. 124 05.26.2024 15:26 .wav

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Yo, let me say something.

There’s been some friends that I’ve lost, out of decency, I won’t go trash ‘em and bash ‘em cause of recency bias, I’ll try this, and let me just say, then from here on out, that ain’t how it work out, okay? No one is perfect, I’ve been dumb, when I’m sure wrecked, you’re checked out as a winner, I make you out as a jerk, doubting sinner, I been a emotional foul style kinda man, this whyna ran off at the mouth, it that when shit go south, that’s the cost. Friends ends when I spends my time picking flaws, tricking jaws to say shit that ain’t true, who tainted this shit really, let not get silly, it me, chilly. Heart done froze, well it’ll be how it goes ‘til I real get a dose, of reality, I’m nailing the point across, it’s not that I can’t go boss mode and to my old chumps, reconcile and mold lumps of broken pieces back, the code ain’t all that, Jesus, y’all at a place maybe, where my face disgraceful still, hey we, both weren’t ready, turnt steady, at the feeling we got from each other, you sure did teach, smother me wit’ reach, I’ve hit a skid since a breach of etiquette, I had a fit, or two, or three, we’re through, who’re you, wit’ out me. Who you was wit’ me, I didn’t get the, “be yourself”, thing down, dang, relinquish my crown, I been fishing now for more matches, just more patches to fill an empt’ heart, exempt from the start of a new path, unless I face this true wrath, and embrace what do add, up like math here, I fucked up, big time, no gig, I’m in need of a bath, clear and cleanse out the sins, spins of this can’t come close though, to when ya homie faint, know we acquaint, as those bro’s, who stay at play, like we ain’t need to be the closest, but our doses, put poise from boys to joys of now our poses, as grown men’s, ownings up to my mistakes, that’s best when alive, cause the rest been a sly sneak peak, at when ya organs tweak weak, then seek what ain’t there, to paint the pic clear, we all gon’ be on sick teary death beds, or your death is breath taken sudden, cool heads prevail but what it is without you is hell, feeling like the red button, being pressed, steaming stressed, fuming this, is cold and harsh, but the new real, a deal that sold and march into my life no choice, no voice in the decision, I can alter the vision, but the slaughter, true collision, new religion the way I pray, you was right here, we quite clear? So, so just trust your gut and do what’s right, befo’ we go and set off into the after life, whatever it is, if it is, but never take this, for granted, bliss is key, give flowers while they can smell, hours of attention for them to see, powers, ascension, that be, what can get in the way of love, the span I ran is free, ‘til the things we attach meaning to, was having me seeing through, the souls and goals of roles, we chose those, let’s be real, some of us, really do deserve coals, the nerve we have has holes, in it’s plan, benefits, mannnnn, we just living crazy, giving lazy takes to change us from fakes, we some snakes, and lately I wouldn’t date me, I rely on what the fate be, do I need to improve? Greatly. On a whim, move? No, this is gon’ be slow, but hey, what may we have, life back on the road. If you towed, just know you’ll be right back, I might slack but I have power over all that, yeah. Laying it down, flat. The facts, to the max.

The Beginning of the re birth of realization, respecting the righteous and repenting for running my jaw off like a rash.

The Speech Before The Funeral Speech (Eulogy 3) (The Beginning Remix) (Feat.DJ 20124) (Prod.truves)

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