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Sapientdream - Past Lives (sped up and slowed)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Every day is a stress mess, do you handle it or not? This is, what can be such a crutch, to lean on, coping through, I’m hoping you, can be seen on, your own brain and heart as your own leader, I sown gain through art into my feeder, I’m a bleeder of what I put in to my possessive, do you handle it or not? This is impressive, how one move can set off a whole chain reaction, it done prove when ya get off ya pain through blackin’, out, no doubt, this could be a break through backin’, all the wackin’ is false, you still have a pulse, it get packin’, ya back in the mind frame, I also know, shit can get not so kind, blame, ya rental mental, the spirit in it been a liar, lousy, lethargic, the tragic drowsy of ya inner fire, sinner aspire, take o’vo’ and make yo soul, darken, stark in ways from ya past days, when ya reach a tipping point, yeah through pain ya black out, it’s then they teach to trip ya plans up of shooting mans up, looting, scams up, cutting grams up, rebutting moms up, we shutting ya clams up, take a breath, I make my death closer every tweak, the holster every peak, it sponsor everything I seek, make a fake ass clown feel my pain, nah, nah, nah, gotta keep sane, drown, I do in rain, down I go in lane, but what glass are you through stress? That test is just so complex … I know we got this, I do not miss, stay awake for ya sake on what the plot is.

Do You Handle It Or Not? (Feat. Samson2Slapped) (Prod. ?)

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SHOUT OUT TO JAY-Z AND JUST BLAZE AND MEMPHIS BLEEK AND ETC

Lyrics:

Dear Summer, I know you gon' miss me
For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees
S dots with Polo fleeces
Purple label shit with the logo secret
Gimme couple years, shit I might just sneak in
A couple words and like Peaches & Herb
We'll be reunited and it feels so hood
Have the whole world saying "How you still so good?"
Well I do this in my slumber, Summer
I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers
You know how I do, Summer
I drop heat, when you bring the sun up
The combo make ****** act up, I pick the gun up
****** back up; they know I'm not no fronter
I don't talk SHIT, I just flip it Un ya
Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes
I ain't making you the butt of my jokes
But let's not stray from what I came to say
To my beloved, think we need some time away
They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage
And fuck it, if it comes back, you know it's there to stay
It's tugging, at my heart, but this time apart is needed
From the public, who should've gave me the Pulitz'
Instead gave me they ass to kiss
But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips
But still shine light down on all my peers
I know they weird... some *****, I still want them to share
In all the success I received, I know you can't believe
I still love 'em but they don't love me
They like the drunk uncle in your family
You know they lame, you feel ashamed
But you love em the same
It's like when ****** make subliminal records
If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it
You don't really want it with Hov, for the record
I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next, kid
Keep entering the danger zone
You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song
If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker, c'mon
Say when, take ten paces and spin
But on another note, 'bout to take another vacay
On another boat, goddamn, a motherfucker wrote
His way out the hood, and I pray that I stay out for good
But any day you know a ***** could
Try and play like he Suge, then I gotta play like Dutch Schultz
You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me
****** can't fuck with me
I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove
And I ain't trying to fuck my thing up
But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up
Non-Pulp Fiction, Colt four-fifth and
Young ****** that blast for me, no religion

Listen here, Summer, baby
I just believe it's the right thing to do
I got a brand new bitch, Corporate America
She showing me a lot of action right now
And I know you put me on my feet and all, but
I mean, it's time for me to grow
You gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me go

I'm done for now, so one for now
Possibly forever, we had fun together
But like all good things, we must come to an end
Please show the same love to my friends
Dear Summer

Dear Summer (Hype's Version)

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Lyrics:

Yeah, we’re all gonna have that, Day To Remember. And it might not be, the most pleasant day, it might be, but for me, I tend to remember those that aren’t, not to be a downer, but to be a honester, so, yeah, let get it started, through laughs of real and through gaffes that kill, we entertain regardless.

Anthony walked out with his jacket, a little bit cold, it’ll get old and cause a racket, when you been through the snow all damner winter, the venue we go through is Wisconsin and the sprinter through summer heat is just this, a sprint, a quick one, before we pour our heart into the warm it start to stick some snow to the ground, form flow in the sound, so cold, that why I do mold my speech around what I can reach, bold calling out for help, I yelp I need some saving, falling out of this place we face, I taste the waste, craving success, but I, gave in and stress, what my, paving did? This, my own hole, I zone full out on the goal I wanted, had everyone on my side but a lone mole he taunted, flaunted happiness if my soul I would sell, and this mole is my own, myself, so I know him well. Happiness is short lived, when you see a court gived that sentence to you from the chest, you rest knowing ya best doing wasn’t fame, it was before A Hype when Anthony was ya name. I gripe at what is, back then I walked out with my jacket, talked out my road blocks and found solutions without renowned potions, didn’t hack it, I justed trusted the therapy and clarity,  I mowed lots of snakes in the grass past me, no longer lasting, here I see, there I be the one left, my ass be, my own thief, theft of breath without journey of understanding, wait, I made it to spring, sing in the new season, new true reason to fly like the birds who brew pleasing chirps to my ears, I try to find the words to express this vibe, I must need a bribe, I don’t feel like opening up, I just lead to the beat of my own drum, I grown from, opening up, I’m a God on sod, I’m dope up, wassup? Nobody answers, I’m like cancers now, so lonesome. Crazy the hazy position, my mission was to pause and think, why even consider leaving my morals to be truly sink-ing my brain to the clout chasers, I done hider that mindset and to it I still can’t find yet, I ain’t out bout racers to the finish line of swell goals, but I do out pout racers to the diminish line of hell holes, mine is fine, he’ll convince in a sense though losing ray of ember, for me the glory lost and that cost a Day To Remember.

I feel like I sometimes end on a happy note, to try to have vibes go back up, and that’s what I call the summer, but it always passes so quick, and the honest thing about it is, it gets dimmer and darker each new year it comes, since I sold out that is … well, I hope you enjoyed this experience, whether I did or not … Day To Remember.

The Bad Ending (Prod. Amy Bestevez) (Mixed by Amy Bestevez)

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Lyrics:

These Bad Boys Will blow ya body to Smithereens. With ease my glad poise shows proudly so with your screens, I please regardless of ya hardest tries with lies to mean, mug me, you calling me ugly? Look at you then! I been balling like rugby, cooking a gem for y’all, looking at them, I call, shout out’s with the gall. To celebrate all, but still have my humor. You delegate ya hate on to me, spreading rumors? I can tell a bait apart from a heart filled story. Besides, BS don’t applies to this guys glory. Random facts, I’m smart and Italian like Florence. We know I Will Smith, but also boy bad like Martin Lawrence. But I ain’t a buddy popo, I could never do a cruddy low move like be part of the force, of course. I show, prove, I’m with the real ones. And when it come to getting the love, I feel tons. Standing on some of the land in Wisconsin. I feel I need to shout out what’s going on in. This state, it is great, our CD’s, more than a weed plate, a sure span of bleeded out. Hard work is coming to full frolicing, no doubt, mo’ clout, growing we pulling a win. I’m still chill though, the bro who eat at Burger King. I stop fo’ a Whopper, it’s the surest purest thing. I got mo’, I’m not full yet, I get onion rings, I eat a ton and sing the jing’, that’s short for jingle. I sport a word ya heard howev’ I clev’ can. It’s my gift like K. Kringle, from it I’ve nev’ ran. I shift to this, girl let’s mingle, my drift is bliss. I’m not Earl Simmons, but in my DM, Xtra women’s. Wanna know where the Grand Champ, I hand stamp, the fake snakes to tell them apart from the smart ranks. And I can see ya ink, I think a second chance, a tough sell, and if you muff, well … I reckon that’s, a goner, I dance to this tune so soon to trance, peeps in heaps when they hear the chant’s, just shake ya pants. Adios! Who the best, gladly us!

Gladly Us (Prod. wizardpem) (Mixed by Whirley)

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Lyrics:

(A Hype verse 1)

Question 1, would ya love me if I was done? With music, with life, with each session from, my, humble beginnings to the crumbling endings, winnings is easy, to stay freshen and stay wit’. Sinnings is easy, to stray, question and play wit’ shit.  My music seduce, trick into thinking I’m good, but deep down, I’m a clown misunderstood. Peep it now, how ‘bout Question 2. If you knew that I would cheat, would we be through? Loyalty is hard for me to fathom, my dumb ass just being honest, seeing modest a way of the A, I got a lot to work on, my spraying array, can hit ya up and get my jerk on, I may be rude but hey, we cool? Am I a fool, for thinking I’m that dude? Question 3, why is this how it gotta be? I don’t know, prolly won’t go even try to see. On the daily, just living like me. Giving it to Angel, can ya tell how it be?

(A Hype verse 2)

I got so many questions, some I don’t even feel comfortable asking. So I get to masking, bet that tasking quite taxing. No relaxing, still tryna keep, plenty essence. For instance, I gotta be true to me, but it hard when looked at as God, a deity. To me, maybe it a God Complex, I don’t even feel worthy, how odd I’m this. I believe in, since birth, me the hardest. Smartest, yes, but what next? Where we go from here? Another question in the session, another fear. Yeah.

Questions (Feat. Angel & Yokai) (Prod. ?)

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Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

First Things First like I’m Nick Wright, you can get that dick tonight, who ran this shit up wit’ his might, I know who, he be A Hype, the type of dude who rude I’ll admit on random instances, but mostly, toast the glasses to this ‘tude who spew molasses, thinking ‘fore he say shit, he don’t just go and spray it, we won’t trust bro if he anger, so I can’t put myself in danger, I gotta be on ya side, fo’ yo ass to ride wit’ me and get the gems, I’ms been dropping, I’m propping myself up cause I’ms Hims. But hey, as I slay, yes I may still say the wrong thing, on random instances so do keep space from random distances, I lace cum on her face from the waist, if she want the penis that I flaunt from the genius, traced, back to the Hype, I don’t lack except for wack, First Things First, I thirst for rings, embursed on the quest, getting married is the test, find a queen and I mean what seen to me as she be carried high self esteem, this the dream.

First Things First (Feat. Cesar) (Prod. Bna)

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Lyrics:

He was a fairy, ask me if I am, I say very, no masking I’m so damn ordinary, wit’ how I carry, my poise, all this noise that is hate I will bury, I’m great wit’ the clarity, what ya see what ya get, no bait shit, that a rarity. I’m a fairy, but don’t collect teeth, I inspect brief at my own, they grown, brush for 2 minutes in the morn’, 2 at night, that right, to new beginners, the winners of brushing are crushing the plaque … hall of fame or wall of shame? What do you want, I brought the fly stance, my trance I leave you in wit’ my wings, I slings all vast in the map, y’all cast in the cap, I set sail on real, my mast is intact, in fact, questioning can be scary, freshening up what ya carry, can be very hard for others to accept, this fairy scarred from nethers of neglect, but I’m not destined for hell, I’ve blessed my soul, to be truly fairy, every body know ya real, whether they tether from admitting it to not, they got, to know ya glow and they may take a shot, plot on what ya got, but what a fairy spot, is the eye of the beholder is what make us this molder, molder of how we carry the fairy that we be, see me, a fairy, clearly, hear me? Shout out MyaaP and Milwaukee, No doubt, fire be here, we walking the walk, fear we just must be talking the talk is fraudulent, God has sent me on a mission, to be in tip top condition for hip hop, “stop bitching ‘bout it and ya wishes, go get to the dishes!” … uh, I think not, my ink jot is so creative and in just a blink, hot. Innovative we are wit’ claps, get daps from them enjoyers, been toyers wit’ this shit, find the right tune, I might soon, get mad depressed again and not drop, so stressed I been, that crop I am the damn cream of, I dream of being better but no matter what, I know I got, the heart and the happy to start to change the sappy narrative and do new era give to being glee free, spread love, not hate, be ahead of, the plot that, they want us in, dissing each other, and ya never know when you’ll be missing ya mother, ever so broken I’ll be from that, so when woken I’m taking up seeing where she at, spending time, ascending I’m gonna do too, while we still on Earth, smile and thrill ya worth.

And though I know I may be a fairy, nothing nefarious about this, bitch!

Fairy Remix

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Hype's Graduation (Jermaine's Graduation Remix)

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Lyrics:

Fuck it, I wanna do it in one take. Speak the peak true shit of who lit, a ton make. Fake ass lies, amass cries that be bluffing. Me nothing, shit, it wrong cause yo the song something. Fuck it, my flow go alone prone. To incite, win, aight, you motherfuckers sin, right. Well so do I, and this is just the intro. I could’ve, maybe should’ve choose to let loose the instrumental.

Mother fucker I’m ill, like Lil Wayne in 08. Chill on a pill, ‘til a mother fucker go great. Every mother fucker that I know go flow straight. Quality through casualty, as you see I blow fate. Out the mother fucking window, in mo’ plays I get. Ways I bet on myself help the arrays I set. Ayo bro, it’s A Hype, the type to never ever stop. I’m tip top hip hop, coming through with a new clever bop.

Now is the time to rhyme way beyond my definition. Fly mission I’m on, I long to soar for more vision. As to, pass through the clouds as louds from the musician. Fill the crowds, ‘til the shrouds take they position. In my casket, my ass bet that I’m going places. Flowing faces gon’ be put on, haters shut on. Debaters of my craft can’t even come up with a rough draft. Mine line as funny, the pun be even having the tough laughed.

Mother fucker I’m ill, like Lil Wayne in 08. Chill on a pill, ‘til a mother fucker go great. Every mother fucker that I know go flow straight. Quality through casualty, as you see I blow fate. Out the mother fucking window, in mo’ plays I get. Ways I bet on myself help the arrays I set. Ayo bro, it’s A Hype, the type to never ever stop. I’m tip top hip hop, coming through with a new clever bop.

I sin and sang, through the mother fucking yin and yang. Y’all bring the bang, I do my mother fucking thing that rang. Heads, it dead’s the other sucka mother fucker style. While, I’m gathering, rather then a mother fucking pile. A team, the gleam is beyond the song man. It’s on man, if you wanna fight or flight for long man. Cause I ain’t aggressive but I can get excessive. Y’all all hiding, I’m siding with excessive. That’s me, gats be hitting bull shitting. Lyrically, hysterically I mean I’m getting. Much better, such getter go attitude. Is atta dude, that a rude guy scammed me, for something like a Grammy. Bitch, I itch to one day actually do a song. You is long gone but still I will through the wrong. Put my feelings aside and ride wit’ ya. Cause how I does was and still will never mother fucking get ya.

Mother fucker I’m ill, like Lil Wayne in 08. Chill on a pill, ‘til a mother fucker go great. Every mother fucker that I know go flow straight. Quality through casualty, as you see I blow fate. Out the mother fucking window, in mo’ plays I get. Ways I bet on myself help the arrays I set. Ayo bro, it’s A Hype, the type to never ever stop. I’m tip top hip hop, coming through with a new clever bop.

Big Boss Rabbit Remix (Re-Recorded)

PRODUCED BY HADY
FEATURING @bornwithnohead

IMMEDIATE w/Erase head (HADY)

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