shit harder then my lawyer has advised me not to finish the joke

Singles

random lyrics hehe, go figure it out for yourself!

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

According To Beginners初心手風琴

MAGICIEN

Lyrics:

(Kevin Gates)

Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates

The-the boy's a liar, the boy's a liar. He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy. The boy's a liar, the boy's a liar. He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy.

(Moneybagg Yo)

shoutout A Hype
shoutout A Hype

(A Hype)

I’m the Emperor Bulblax, I kill Pikmin , my temper is a full max, I don’t chill, my dick in, every Empress, I get them bitches pregnant. Make more Bulborbs, my goal towards Pikmin extinction. Snitches get stitches, incisions be the visions. I let them stress over my gem that’s, ruling the whole kingdom. Yeah, I’m a bring some pain to yo brain. Every egg scent bring nectar, to bloom and beat our doom sector. Well hell here’s a reflector, we grow in power too. Bulbears, all y’all fears at every hour, true. Next distinction between me and Pikmin 2, is this, I got tiny, shot in the henie and I been through. Old man growth loss, I sold man, go rope toss, me so I can die, ‘fore them red’s go and fry, me, and see them Purple’s, they forming swarming circle’s. But yeah, we talking my first stage, I burst with rage and thirst for craze. Leave a heave to grieve and in daze, when I then gaze. My eyes on the bomb rock, sight like my mom on cock. She love it, I love it, I want some more of it. Lemme lick, take a pic, make a dick, go so thick. Shit, this is a mess I guess, I’m so horny. Oh, yo, is this so corny? Bro, I FUCKING WANNA EAT, BEAT MY MEAT! AHHHHHHH!

(McGruff The Crime Dog)

don't do drugs kids! this is McGruff the crime dog speaking, I'll fuck each and every one of you up that does drugs, you fucking punk.

(Kevin Gates)

The-the boy's a liar, the boy's a liar. He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy. The boy's a liar, the boy's a liar. He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy.

(McGruff The Crime Dog)

The-the boy's a liar, the boy's a liar. He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy. The boy's a liar, the boy's a liar. He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy.

(A Hype)

The-the boy's a liar, the boy's a liar. He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy. The boy's a liar, the boy's a liar. He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy.

He say that I'm good enough, grabbin' my duh-duh-duh Thinkin' 'bout shit that I shouldn't've So I tell him there's one of me, he makin' fun of me His girl is a bum to me Like that boy is a cap Sayin' he home, but I know where he at, like Bet he blowin' her back Thinkin' 'bout me 'cause he know that it's fat And it been what it been Callin' his phone like, "Yo, send me a pin" Duckin' my shit

Boy's A Liar Pt. 2 Remix (Feat. Kevin Gates, Moneybagg Yo, McGruff The Crime Dog)

Daya Diye

Donor:

I wonder how youre doing
I know you wonder the same about me
I'm fine
I'm alive
I dont wanna go home
I'm fine
I'm a lie
I never ever want to go home
It's fine
It's fine
I'm wondering why
I cant 
choose what I
See inside my mind
Its alright
(I love you)
It's fine
I'm blind
inside
I cant feel the pain that I left in your eyes
I cried 
All night
I saw the dawn with red eyes 
my love

Delcada:

love of mine 
blood of mine
in the night

ill return now 
to destruction
i swear its fine

oh i want you
my perfection
evils ive designed

reach out
ill await
all alone 
all alone
my regrets

life’s a dream 
bliss foretold
clouded skies 
rivers flow

snowy trees in the mountains 
in the fields my thoughts are free
in the waves and im drowning 
drown alone 
by the beach

snowflakes on me in the forests 
look to the skys and its starless
drowning in the waves of the oceans 
when im reaching out it mirages

starlight 
cloudy skies
in the waves 
waves consuming me

It's Fine feat. delcada prod. Donor

cover art by @yamariiii
prod by @angelshawtyy

words?

i woke up daydreaming and im dreaming lucid
as soon i think its over, they come back to hunt me
watch out demon lurking we staying lowkey
i walk around the forest follow my path closely

fruit loop, like the prod i got pro packer
hear a knock (huh) but fuck it i dont answer
rancid, room stink getting cancer
fuck your fuction lock me down like lancer
scam his broke ass, sorry i needa eat
all my methods i been rusty, so i gotta fucking switch
me and angel sold the bible, yeah bud we dont give a shit
you dont fuck with c, 
hurt the family you get tagged with the gliz

i wake up on two, a.m. fuck im late for you
i was cooking up my stew and making bread thru my compu
they trynna fuck with me, aint got time for bickering
put me in the backseat, a taxi, i aint look back, im passive

lets go around the doors
run thru the corridors
dont want her to see us
i stole her happiness in a clutch
i wonder if i earned your trust
nah, why ask if i must
darling you aint the first
in fact you're the third

so im finna pack, the pack, the bags, like low-ow-ow key
we pose, like gap, fuck that, gotta learn to live
then out, get me out, light loud, till i cannot fucking breath
cotton mouth, broken down, and i cannot fucking speak

let me speak yuh
lying for no reason
fuck the season
fuck it if he sees us
i had to get my shit together before i had learned to breath
the house i cannot leave, my mind might overheat

DayDreaM' Lucid (p. @angelshawtyy)

coachella valley u92.7 sunday night slow jamz

The Big Dissapointmnet 2

juust_once

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

I feel like King James, “Maybe It’s Me”, the deal up in this thing is lames playing the grief card, it’s been just a brief hard, hey we can see, for all us life cold and hot, heat leaving teeth charred. Fold or not, what do you got in yo system? Ask who the best, bitch, I is him! I gets in, on the shit’s I be blitzin’, sacking like Myles Garrett, my styles apparent. Back in this bitch again, digging you a ditch or penitentiary to sit in, why was you hittin’, me like I be quittin’, I don’t fit in, but I drippin’, rippin’ this shit forever, not just a blip in the time, sure severing the never been, you can do it, clipping how I’m cut different, razor sharp vision, my mission to blaze a track apart and more than start, yup, I’ve done it, “Maybe It’s Me” though, who flung that ego to the sun glow, thinking it circulate around me, a jerk ya hate who be sounding boast, well to me and Mick I toast, see the pic I post, fab even in drab, I’m ghost.

Maybe It's Me (Feat. King Smoke) (Prod. feardorian)

Lyrics:

(eating sandwiches is said a bunch)

Whether clickin’ wit’ chicken, begging for egg and, etc, sandwiches is bliss filled, I smiled as I taste next one, can’t just bless one, gotta trust that this fun ain’t done, fuck getting fat, I’ll gladly let me pad the belly ‘til he scat in his grave, that I will save for a grim day, but as of here I pass no fear, food is the mood, that clear? Him say, he want a daunting task, ask him for his order, he get a chicken wit’ the egg and more he sure be pickin’. I don’t border going over my money I have to spend, I floor the gas and this will make more than a whistle out my ass, when I poop it out, my group has doubt about this shit I get, I’ll bet my life on this hype I make from eating what they bake, fuck it add cake, but this is fake, like the food on the menu, I’m into artificial products, my heart’ll miss you when I die, fucks given, no? I had a tad of good life, should knife be given after living, autopsy show I’m driven, to death and end of breath, by thy food I glued my mood to dude, blew rude as the notion that you gave as ya try to save my motion from being sick, I trick me into eating it, not even heating shit, I believe in beating it, treating it like me, a world so cold, cold pizza, bold meats I digest, I try, just stick wit’ it now, how ‘bout I spit out my order, are you ready steady, bet he get the life span shorter. Just by sniffing it, miffed and shit, you may be, hey we whiffed a bit, with what? Show us the surplus ya got! I got two loaf of bread to go ‘head and stack it, in between, can we bean size up and make a racket, yup? Brown beans and greens of beans on item? By him it okay, go spray that on the middle, it’ll, help my self and health with stealth, kill me but what a thrill be, it anyway, I eat chicken and egg, lickin’ ya feet I beg, meet it as I peg a lettuce order to the thang, my daughter I can’t make, once this kill me and I will be, out of commission to help bake, division of ...

(there is a hook in between)

(Peter Griffin)

Huge Ass Sandwich (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

Ever since a young boy he had to Chase Young. Put that work in ‘til his face scrunched. Never wince at the pain cause there more to gain. It was here in Maryland where he sure to train. Get it clear? The picture I’m unfolding? About this dude so cold and bold in his craft, 2nd pick of the draft, straight outta THE Ohio State, bravado great. I reckon sick days is what most will take, a boast the ill make is they ill but not sick, toxic manipulating is not what we do, no hating as well, hell we evaporate and dap our mate, God who he follows, Chase Young, this case stung, for hollow peeps, fuck it, heaps of thick dudes, O Line ain’t go fine when he get the stick through. It’s a sack, shit’s so wack, the left tackle is attacking his coach as he says, “please! don’t get stepped on like a roach!” but really it clearly hard to stop, plus a guard he drop. Chase Young, Washington football, slashing in the gridiron, the root of all we bid on. As sport fans, fuck it, Prize Picks, some size chicks up by making the money stuff. Haha, Chase Young, this a bass strung banger in the car, Chase Young put in that bar work, lifting weights, shifting freights, he can carry a various amount of delirious cargo, far o’vo’ what you can, want Froot Loops delivered, cause of Toucan Sam? Damn, he will deliver, the giver of this I’m knowing as I’m flowing like a river, they may quiver and shiver, when they hear about how Commanders went Commando, lost it all, like the god damn Spurs went south, ‘cept you left the glory day way back to stay wack after Joe Gibbs, no dibs on 1st for Joe Burrow, now you trade ya spade so yo, no hurdle to climb when ya silent like a mime not making good noise, you should voice up now that Dan Sydner whiner stuff is gone forever ever long, but Chase in San Fran-Cisco, got the fans dancing like disco. But now a free agent, we patiently, waiting to see where he great in the D, next. This is a flex, with just one text the deal start. I think 10 milli a year, really it clear in my good ol’ silly heart. Yep.

Chase Young Freestyle (Prod. Roxby)

could it be that a new era of A Hype is upon us ... ?

AIRPODS

Lyrics:

Started in this game young. Big hearted, emotions got me lame strung, the notions I was weak, I couldn’t handle that. I had to peak, stop wit’ ya critique, I thought if I vandal at. What others do, hey, I would put on a display, if that bothers you, get out my way, I’m gon’ let it spray. On the credit of my mom, she told me, that I’m the best version of who I god damn am. Be yourself, don’t put on a mask. Well off it goes to the shelf, and never back. Tell them bro’s I’m helping out, no ask. What kinda task I can do, I ran through the slack. Cause I can vouch for me, yeah, off the couch for me, yeah, no mo’ slouch for me, yeah. Big hearted, never departed. Don’t diminish, I gotta Finish What I Started.

Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.

Started in this game a teen. Still big hearted, for rapping I’m a flame that bring. His own thing, inspired by Tupac. This a king, awaiting on the new block. Don’t need a mic, just give me my iPad. Record into it, I’m like a boss, why mad? Is your feeling, be real and pure, but don’t hate. Again I learned my lesson, they just want me to be great. I been so burned each session, wanting to instigate. To my friends, I’m sorry for taking the bait. This is ends, to the pouty insecureness. Let’s make amends, get rowdy and go spit wit’ sureness. I’m so cold, bold, wit’ the arted. For my name in this game, I’ve been smarted. Fame can be lame, so instead, I’ve darted. Back to lit spit, time to Finish What I’ve Started.

Finish What I Started (Prod. Mark Jones)

Favourite tracks from mixes to remix’s put together .

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Boy's A Liar Pt. 2 Remix (Feat. Kevin Gates, Moneybagg Yo, McGruff The Crime Dog)

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