Killa Kangaroo

Lyrics:

Yah. Yah, Yah.

0lim and danilo top level. Patrollin’ the street like I’m Carmelo. I keep the heat in the glock, hello! All of my enemies all devil. They know him be me, A Hype revel. In rollin’ wit’ evil, I’m so yellow. Like the sun, heat it up, ya done shock fellow. My rays beat ya up it the ways of shovel.

Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.

Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.

0lim and danilo top level. Patrollin’ the street like I’m Carmelo. I keep the heat in the glock, hello! All of my enemies all devil. They know him be me, A Hype revel. In rollin’ wit’ evil, I’m so yellow. Like the sun, heat it up, ya done shock fellow. My rays beat ya up it the ways of shovel.

Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.

Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.
Back up on my, bullshit.

Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.
Yah. Yah, Yah.

Carmelo (Prod. 0lim & cop killer)

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:

(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)

They said that I should go to therapy and I said no
Instead I bought a microphone and now that's all that I know
Every single night, I just sit and stare
Wondering to myself, do you even care

Can't keep my mind off this one night
This situation really isn't typical
I kinda feel guilty for missing you
To be honest, I guess this was all predictable
It felt like drugs

It felt like drugs
It felt like drugs kissing you

Take me back to the back of the party
I really felt your love
We was dancing off the molly, yeah
When we kissed it felt like drugs
When we kissed it felt like drugs
When we kissed it felt like drugs
When we kissed it felt like drugs
Like drugs, like drugs, like drugs

Hold on to me baby, I need it
I'm losing my mind and you can't even see it
When it's night time, I feel alive
But then I wake up and it's hard to survive
Running round in circles but I'm counting my steps
I know I got some time left, I'm counting my breath
And I know, I know that it's all gon' be alright
I can't just push all my issues to the side

Can't think about that right now, tweaking like a freak
Yeah, my vision getting blurry and my legs getting weak
Looking round the room, like who are these people
And why does everyone look so evil

Wait, where am I
Where am I

WELL KNOWN PSYCHO (PROD JAEMINN & TORNO)

POKEMON ZAZA LEGENDS 2024 [PROD RICH ILLUMINATI]

VICE CITY PS2 NOSTALGIA. 
Edit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hx_lD0nYeXU
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/2J9oHKi8OjIS2cdmzIbZv2
Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/id/album/vice-city-single/1738528522?l=id

VICE CITY

on me w/ elk (oliver_01)

can a fly dance like the overman?

written by chewtoy + february 
prod/mix-chewtoy

(feb)
smoking dosi 2the face
yeah i got that oxy running thru my viens
i done seen some ppl change
left me 4dead like lifes a game

(chewtoy)
i cant catch a break
all those things i never got to say
hear your voice btwn the drops of rain
now i cant separate pleasure & pain
bitch said she wan sum prada i could make that loose change
grabba and gelato this shit kick like liu kang
and my dealer wont pick up swear he wan see me in pain
like try and keep yo chin up long enough to live this way
walkin home in the rain
shi got fucked up i got fucked up for days
fuck- its so much i wanna say
but now u wont listen swear i just cant catch a break

(feb)
smoking dosi 2the face
yeah i got that oxy running thru my viens
i done seen some ppl change
left me 4dead like lifes a game
plastic gloves cant leave a trace
im still looking 4 sum pain
yea i always feel ashmed
hide my scars cuz im afraid
only got myself to blame 
blood still on the blade
i could relapse anyday
after death ill awake

left4dead

Months old unfinished n I was sick 🤧 


Headed out yeah we headed out 
Eversince we fell out heard it’s going south 
Got attachments on this shit u can’t hear a sound 
Ima send my ooutas to come hunt u down 
Put a price on yo head my hittas chase u down 
Yea this sexy bitch got hooters ima knock em down
Im not fw u if u not the teamnem 
They not w us all they say is “ion don’t believe in em”
But fuck it im like shoutout to the teamnem
But fuck it im like blessings to the teamnem 
Where would I be without the teamnem?
Like it’s a cold world ima bring my heater then 
This some goal music ion need a sound 
Ik they fw me when they come around 
Cleats on goal shit yea im on top of it 
Fifa World Cup hell yea ain no stopping it 
Bae up in the whip like is u topping it? 
She get nasty in the club like is u popping it? 
All u do is follow trends that hot topic shit 
Im jus tryna go up that hot topic shit

Carmelo (Prod. 0lim & cop killer)

A Hype

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