Lyrics:

How can I possibly explain, the amount of pain that I take to the tired brain, I’m fired mane, from the conversation of the GOAT’s, this nation floats just to see ya lose in the moats, when the boats, start coming round then ya down, pretty soon ya drowned and ya talk of the town. It’s then they found, what if his smile to a frown. Was because of this style they would crown. I was a clown, all the way through high school. Y’all would say back then I knew a fool. He do it cool, but he lackin’ all the fuel. That you’ll be packin’ true to the rule. Motherfucker fuck the law though. He want a raw ho, I get a saw yo, cut his dick off for being corny horny. It’s thorny in pubes, no need to dissect in test tubes. I’m heading spreading direct the lit shit, the best Cube’s. Ever done, I’m the clever one and death. Is coming, summing up my life and every breath. Cause I fear far and near and now even closer. For a huge ass shark, he who be the opposer.

Motherfucker. Motherfucker, I’m swimming for my fuckin’ life, I fell off the huge ass boat, I hope I can huge ass float, agaisnt this huge ass shark. Where the fuck is huge ass Mark when you need him. Fuck face. FUCK YOU BITCH!!!

Raised from gravel, now I’m praised when I travel. Amazed at how it all unravel by the gavel. At that they say for us, too much the rhyme sinister. I say such others bore us like the prime minister. Brothers burnt by the learnt current information. They aren’t teaching, they preaching, a been poor nation. They reaching, spreading lies, heading tries to pollute. I’m shredding guys who threading ties to leave ya mute. It’s 8 at night, late I fight, motherfuckers who try to control my stroll. They say, hey why you been doing this all day? Time to focus on not what broke us and left us with dismay. I say, we pay, when we lay thinking everythang okay, people bang. And I’m supposed to boast this land then? Nah we suck, so fuck it, shit ain’t outstandin’. But anyway, many say shit that get me. Real pissed, I’ve dismissed what set me. Off, I scoff at a dumb motherfucker. You act like it ain’t a fact you numb motherfucker. That people suffer with no buffer in this earth. Motherfuck the crooked politicians for what’s it worth. So here I am, damn feeling mad. I wish I could dish up something to be healing sad. But right now I got a predator. Growling at the tummy, I’m howling crummy and no editor. To take true thought, you make who brought the shit up the villain, nah blame the one doing the killin’. I say fuck, I say shit, I say damn don’t get hit. It would suck to emit, who I am in a fit. I gotta keep cool … just fucking kidding, FUCK YOU HUGE ASS SHARK!!! YOU MOTHERFUCKING WANNA BE JAWS LOOKING ASS!!!

Huge Ass Shark (Prod. Mike Turtle)

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FUCK THE YMCA (Feat. Kevin Gates) (Prod. Mike Turtle)

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RAVEGRL FEAT. MAXSORROW (feel sky)

Lyrics:

I make this shit spicy, call me jalapeno. I take his bitch, I’m so icy like I’m Rino. I stay so lit, the price be me in casinos. Winning lotto’s, spinning bottles since the days of the dino’s. I don’t play rich, I am rich, you a damn snitch. Throw ya in a damn ditch, to killa filla pitch I itch. Keep things in life full of pull, meaning. Power every hour, you control ya own being. Uh, yeah, I’m peeping the prize, stop weeping ya eyes. Yeah, ya lost, I tossed, that shit to the side, I permit the ride. Uh, don’t fuck wit’ a boss, my shit top notch. Yeah, y’all acting so cross, I’m packing a watch. Silly, cost me a milli, feel me on this shit bitch. Haha, A Hype, Shoe Man roll the spliffs. New plan, stroll wit’ sticks, case they wanna battle. That’ll end a soul, send his ass in mass to hell. Hole, boy I just toy wit’ ya swell, soul, and the toll in full, yo. Ayy, out of the way, shotta lil’ stray, he ain’t the way. Bitch, yeah yeah I’m puttin’ on, bitch. Type of the Hype to go hit it right, I’m shuttin’ long snitch. Type of talk, knife ya walk, late at night, how great I might. Do to you, spare ya skull, I don’t care if I error, I go tear a call up, destroy the evidence there. Shoe Man, who can, support in short my dreams. Fuck the opps, the cops, the pops, who ain’t believe in these. As it seems ain’t as appear, gas these schemes too much I fear, you gon’ think you really poppin’, bitch boy betta get to stoppin’. But then again I’ve been told the same, never fold from game, I’m true to the fame, I’m building, wielding my name. Fuck it mane, this is plain, I wanna sing and sang my thang. Let it rain, get the novocaine to the brain mane. I’m on all kind of shit, I drink straight up. I’m a don, mind ya shit, I think I ate up. This shit and if ya disagree, here’s a fee. Or more, I ain’t give a plea, I live it free, I just do me.

Fuck it, I’m outta here.

Jalapeno (Prod. Beat Making Shoe Man)

Lyrics:

I got the pack that Gotti smokin’, if you lack ya get ya body brokin’. Just a token of my open scopin’ words that woken. I’ve spoken such sensation across the nation, toss the station shit cause it get lit. When you then turn real rap to burn, learn the rules. I play y’all out like damn fools, I am jewels. You just some coal, I thrust my soul into when you hating. Ain’t debating and mating my style to one fucking dial. I ain’t sucking vial, but wow now my music force. Like pure crack, I sure stack dope of course. I hope you can read the morse, my code in fly mode. And I’m a kill motherfuckers who wanna try load. After load, the rough drafter rode the beat with heat well. Tough factor for any actor to meet swell. I’m one of a kind, love my mind as it writes. I was never popular in class, that just ignites. Me to be an MC that spits fire. I emits dire, you ain’t worth shits, liar. I grew true to who knew my beginning where I wasn’t winning. Now I’m spinning round the bases, cases of an inning. Gone dope, the song hope to tell its own story. Why you gotta long mope? Oh cause you was hoping gory. Death would take my breath, well you motherfucking wrong. I’m gonna run the rap game for motherfucking long.

Gotti (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

New Berlin muh’ fucka, 20 minutes from downtown, few yearnin’ muh’ fucka, to win it wit’ getting the crown. Who learnin’ muh’ fucka, me ya see, I don’t drown. Ya burnin’ muh’ fucka, cause ya can’t be me, clown. Yeah, I’m from Wisconsin, the cold is a constant. Uh, I’m bold when on shit, catching lit like Calvin Johnson. Yeah, ya wailin’ cause ya failin’ to make my blood pressure rise. I drop the top shit, my crud fresher, where my prize? That’ll be a battle thinking pop the way to go. Stop ‘fore ya slinking to linking wit’ the shitty bro’s. Pro’s and cons, yo, I chose no pawn’s fo’. My circle, shoutout Yokai, BLKMSK, Mike Turtle. Oh my we packin’ caskets fo’ bastards. Classics for masters, the throne where my ass sits (assets). Yeah, and if you whiff, get up, try again. Life ain’t a set up, it what ya let up, now why ya been. Beating up ya brain, heating up that pain. Giving ya living a break is what it take to truly make. Power within, tower with sin, turn it to the title. Yeah, when I see a wave, surfing is vital. 

Capture The Moment.

Sea (Feat. Yokai & BLKMSK) (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

I be making it ill, taking it chill, faking the deal? Nah I be baking that feel. Heat it up, beat it up, eat it up until. None left, a done theft right in the grill. Might I just spill, y’all be deserving it anyway. Serving it how many say, I be Kyrie Irving plenty ayy? Cause I cross over a boss, then toss. When floss mode on, the don heat up the sauce. Too hot, you got burned, I learned shit. From the best, a test I pass in class, earned it.  Y’all all doubt, but what me out doing is brewing. More verses, sure curses on haters, debaters they be suing. Thinking I can’t be original with the style. I dial up a pile of raps, putting on a smile. To my true ones, old and new duns. I make up for lack of few guns, with words that flew tons.

I’m plotting when I’m jotting cause a spell caster face. Death with every breath into a hell blaster place. People runnin’ and gunnin’ at a well faster pace. I strive to stay alive so I can tell Masta Ace. Him and Rakim, Big Daddy Kane and Kool G. All of them made a lane, swayed a brain, a fool be. Trying with denying to say they cruel, see. That shit it don’t add, make me mad, it fuel me. I respect not neglect the style originators. Traitors from educators sure ain’t smooth operators. I’m raw from the jaw, aw shit it lit, suck it haters. I write like a meteorite, fast blast and fuck it, craters. Left behind, rewind my great storage. My ballad is valid, like a salad with great borage. I eat up the beat like Goldilocks ate the porridge. When oldie talks, listen or this in, you’ll be on your own forage.

Making It Ill (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Staying in my home, the place I roam. Laying on my dome is thoughts of chrome. Lots of foam at the mouth when shit go south. I can’t tell the future but yo I thought it was a drouth. Caught up in your mouth is my dick. Fly sick narrative, the quest is imperative. Why stick with the non best, on test of life. My word hurt like a knife when I take ya wife. Make ya life, absurd dirt, see how it feels. We on them pills, to cure for sure my pain. Make it all seem fly, deem my gain. Part of the heart, trust the process. Unless Simmons won’t dunk, bust and nonsense. Women’s conscience, leads them away. He needs to stay, at bay they say. Too messed up in the brain, stressed sane. Perplexed cause what ya flexed ain’t best me mane. They just jealous fellas, like they fame chasing. Lame basing, that my claim erasing. Same pacing that worried me as a child, hurried me from mild, to who is wild. Now that same cat who was lame at errr’ thang. Sure brang the fire, admire me now. How, you keep too deep in your head. Dread dead yet bled red get med head. Feeling okay, yo say what? You wanna die, gonna try? Take a cut. Shut me down, I was doing, but the crown I was pursuing. Brought a muh’ fucka back, shii I ain’t losing. Make a muh’ fuckin’ stack, oozing cruising rhythm. Amusing with him, bring the party, sing the start, he. Joins in and anointing it his own. Shit this throne mine, with errr’ line, take flight. Make sight open, scopin’, me I’m hopin’, is the dope in. Your senses, hence this, thang I’m copin’. Wit’ the lit shit that fires up the mary jane. Carry lane of my own, sown and now grown. Muh’ fucka like Ye and Jay, watch the throne.

Olive Loaf (Feat. ben & Brody) (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

If I never started pursuing my passion. I would be dead, head bled red the fashion. Not cause my heart would cease to beat. But cause without my art, no peace I meet. And ya see me, I was a dead man walking. Clocking in and out of days, a haze stalking. My ways of breaking from this maze known as society. I try to be myself but my health full of anxiety. Like stealth in its variety, it creeps up and snatches. My soul, shit it took a toll, I keep up the patches. To hide my damaged scars, but they managed to still see I’m far. From who I once was, a dunce cause. I didn’t take the blame, I’m ashamed and wanna let loose. Fuck, is this the past or do it still last, get used. To the bad dream turned true, I went and burned through, bridges leaving no smidges of hope, now how I cope?

Uh, Believe In Ya Self. Life is what ya make it, Believe In Ya Self. Even if you deem it bad, Believe In Ya Self. What to do when I’m so sad, Believe In Ya Self. I’m glad cause I chose, Believe In Ya Self. I got this I know, Believe In Ya Self. I’m the best at being me, Believe In Ya Self. Be what ya wanna be, Believe In Ya Self.

If I never stopped I would be on top. Good thing I never stopped, now I bring a clever drop. Every time I rhyme, my heart beat tremendous. I levy in my prime, tales from horrendous. Things I experienced, they gave me wings to tear the fence. Down, from clown to crown, but it wasn’t found. In a day, I used to spin that way and was drowned. In the mud flood, I got out, a lot shout bout. How you did this? How you did that? I learned to turn my head and not dread where a hater at. I don’t cater that, miss me with the dissing too. I’m past it, you ain’t a bastard for being you. Seeing through the hate, you is great, we all are. We just thrust views that we choose to trust and lose. Friends over opinion, let’s cleanse. End that BS, that we stress, cause through our lens. We use our perception at our own discretion. And it’s okay to go that way, but let’s question. Let’s think, let’s make our own world good. Cause we was priceless, STOP IT, we STILL priceless. Like a pearl you’d wanna keep deep in ya vision. My mission is no fission, how nice is this condition? We can do it, all that we need. Is no’ mo’ greed, and a full go on this I heed.

Uh, Believe In Ya Self. Life is what ya make it, Believe In Ya Self. Even if you deem it bad, Believe In Ya Self. What to do when I’m so sad, Believe In Ya Self. I’m glad cause I chose, Believe In Ya Self. I got this I know, Believe In Ya Self. I’m the best at being me, Believe In Ya Self. Be what ya wanna be, Believe In Ya Self.

Believe. Let’s all take a moment to reflect on ourselves. All that we’ve done. All that we currently do. All that we will do. Believe In Ya Self. We out.

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