Killa Kangaroo

Lyrics:

You ready? Let’s get it.

Thinking ‘bout all my blessings, life’s strife is just some lessons. Uh, I’ve been, live when I didn’t know how to digest it. The suggestions I wasn’t taking, now I’m making no way for Satan. New day, few may be waitin’. But I’m a keep creating, innovating regardless. How I prove that I move the hardest, when I start this? Be more than an artist. Light my flame and tame and the shame go down, my crown. Is here like wit’ my peers, we all true titles. To me, truly, my crew bring a slew of vitals. I need the thing inside, to ride up on my self. Love no shove my soul, fly like a dove. In full, my health, I neglect. I’m trying to believe in God, much respect. I’d be lying if I didn’t weave how hard it is and shit. But every eve when I sleep deep, next morn’ I peep. Keep it, the innocence, win ya dense vision back. My pain reign, cut like an incision, so wack. Oh yeah, I’m trying new roads. I flew towards, the easy path, no wonder I got shot like that. Blood bath, the crud wrath, my life I tried to take it. Queasy laugh like it a gaffe, but maybe I make it. As a lesson, stop stressin’ and find the narrow one. Life ain’t a straight line, no arrow gun. I’m great, fine, from the sun light. To every thang I bring, dang I done right. Ha, I’m just letting myself loose. I’m getting my wealth spruce, from calmness, not juice. I don’t need to exceed my destined plan, God take my questioned hand, and show me how I can. And will do, until you, put the stand for this down. They gon’ run you on over, now to that I’m sober. No mo’, been so po’, in my head. I dread being dead yet I get poisoned like lead. Noise sin and spread, that I be hearing. I’m wearing toward tearing, nearing the end, my friend. Nah, I can’t stop, a chant pop off. In my spirit, go Anthony, I hear it. Man I see, that scoff they giving me. Huh, but they ain’t gon’ stop my living spree. And I wanna thank, those who when I sank. Was there, cause where I go, fo’ sho’ I draw blank. I’m glad my jaw prank, in terms of what I do. Cause if what I said was true, I’d be dead and through. Constant panic, c’mon, don’t get me stranded! I’m feeling manic, to this where my mechanic. It’s past I overcome, I last and supernova some. Meaning I’m seen in, this never again, when. Then I make up my mind, I’m too kind for you. And I can’t make ya my boo if ya gon’ stew. Up the rumors, some come bad like tumors. I’m dumb sad like late bloomers, but we great consumers. Later on when we don’t cater on and think ‘bout. What we supporting, no short in my brain, simple and plain. My ink out, nah man, I gotta write. Shout out to God, on mortal sod I’m doing lotta right. And now I can see it, wow the man bleed it, how I ran, be it. I don’t need shit, but God and me. It’s odd to see, but I’m turning a new leaf. Learning a new brief, but powerful message. Ya reap what ya sow, I peep it and go. Spread what I read, the giver deliver like expressage. I keep it fo’ sho’, now in my mind that glow.

God Did.

God Did Remix

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)

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