Singles

1banboy - 06 + ^_-
scarlet - arcteryx w/ quannnic
devstacks - why you lying (w/ d0llywood1)
blankfac3 + surf - cant you tell?
kuru - clone
xaviersobased + kuru - paterson new jersey
dazegxd + mon - tell me
trndytrndy - pay attention to me
dazegxd + dolly - whodoitrust?
figureskater - [the title's in japanese im sorry, heres the link https://soundcloud.com/fgrsktr/lemres]
babylon - no slack
boofpaxkmooky - $aks
andrettimakk - sxsw
benjicold - high (ha)
lunchbox - no more mr nice guy [dazemix]
rodneyy - fool ya
rodneyy - molly
dazegxd - collateral shot (unreleased yes)
izaya tiji - jaded

dazegxd @ Camp Frailty's Winter Solstice

charming

Lyrics: (emotionals verse)

dont kno why they hate i just wanna be me
myself thats all i can be
talk down but follow my lead
quiet down u not in my league
yuh, if u wanna hate me thats ok,
imma get my money anyway
they'll push me out the frame, but i will not decay

Lyrics: (A Hype verse)

You spew advice, mad nice, how bout you follow it. Who flew heights through nights of doubt, no hollow shit. Me, now out not to got swallow spit, I say the way. But what y’all know I also do is lead, that’s a need. These cats indeed heed to sin, speed past the vast. They won’t last, I cast action, a word heard is just a fraction. I’m gaining traction, pain in this is dimming. Swimming in my money like Scrooge, funny how huge. This shit got, I’m hot, when I was not, I wanted to rot. Now I vaunted the plot to teach and reach the youth the truth. Anything is possible, many bring only the probable. On the table, c’mon ya able, to be truly unstoppable. Release the limit, cease the dim shit, let loose ya mind. Get Zeus sky high, find ya bind gone, kind strong. Shit I get on, let song speak, peak in my league. Point like guard of the joint that hard like Teague.

Lyrics: (emotionals verse)

dont kno why they hate i just wanna be me
myself thats all i can be
talk down but follow my lead
quiet down u not in my league
yuh, if u wanna hate me thats ok,
imma get my money anyway
they'll push me out the frame, but i will not decay

All I Can Be (Feat. emotionals) (Prod. blackwinterwells)

coloradocore mix

broken spinal cord interview bb tv

imagine bladee on this... would be crazy...
like repost and comment if u agree

ALL I THINK IS FLIP

cotton candy bape hoodie + rxk nephew (inci0)

Tomato (Prod. A Hype)

𝐉𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐗 𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐍 - 𝔥ί𝕥 𝐓𝐡ᵉ 𝐍𝐀𝐑 🧛‍♀️// 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨4𝙇®.ᶜᵒᵐ 👨‍⚖️💘

Lyrics:

Let take it back, to the Triassic, a classic. Lotta dinosaurs, whining whores saying “that’s it!”. You can’t magically travel back, too bad! Tragically fo’ y’all, I go ball and unravel fact. I pack a Mac in case I face a carnivore, who glad though? Me yo! I love these fossils. Hostiles still will get a kill if they try, A Hype, he may snipe, oh well, go to hell. Wait, why a T Rex here? This is not your era, same wit’ the ptera-dayctol, my stack full of dino knowledge. You could say and should say, I went to dino college. We flex where we get our paleontologist. Skill from, we ill some, alien acknowledging. No, I just threw that shit in there. Just like this T Rex, no syke, he just bite. Dino’s he fucking shouldn’t, I’m puttin’ up wit’ this no mo’. Fuck you T Rex, I’m a go fo’ ward bro! Ho! Bitch! Dig ‘em in a ditch! Jurassic time, unwrap the plastic for rhyme? NAH! CD ya see we don’t do! Unless I guess it The Troll, okay, cool! We roll, to a Stegosaurus pathway. It dope? I say that too much, I beg  a thesaurus, to help me, my self display, is hey, not good. CAUSE I’M RUNNING, NO FUN IN THIS, I’D RATHER SIP PISS. THAN A FUCKING SPAN OF A T REX THAT RAN, ME DOWN, OWWWWWW!!!!! IT BIT ME!!!

Fuck, it bit me.
Shit, it bit me.
Yeah, it bit me.
DAMN IT, it bit me.

UH HUH, UH HUH, UH HUH, UH HUH!

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! THIS GIANT ANIMAL! IT WANNA KILL ME!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO! HELP ME!!!!!! GOOD GOLLY MISS MOLLY!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! YYAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

All of a sudden it start runnin’. Gunnin’ after me, to capture me, I go snap and see. A tree to hide in, wake me up from this nightmare. I’m too sleepy like Biden, and this fright scare. Me fo’ eternity, we go on a learning spree, that pizza create horror, right befo’ bed, we go spread. Pepperoni no mo’, BUT I LOVE PIZZA HUT! I love ya butt! I fuck and touch! HUT HUT! Oh shit I said that, but can’t dead that. I met Hat Man, is this cap man in the rap man? That man, is not, this plot need Bat Man. SO WE GO, TO THE CRETACOUS, I SEE THE FACES! Of a Triceratops, I love my Seraphims, shoutout Charlie and Amy, so gnarly, we claim the, toppin’ level of poppin’ a devil, wait. HE FUCKING CHEWED MY ARM OFF, NO CALM STUFF! HE FUCKING … SHITTTTTTTT!!!! HE HATES ME, does he want to date me? FUCK NO!!!! Am I dreaming or not, scheming a plot, beaming a lot, cause I fucking fooled y’all? Floored y’all? Schooled y’all. Handy Manny, Handy Manny! Okay, maybe I’m in heaven. Not knowing I got flowing now after my death, wow. My last breath, how? Cause the Rex ate me. He’s a nasty muh’ fucka, wanted sex and to mate me. I would blast the muh’ fucka but I lost the Mac I toss. TO Stega to help ‘em, the egg ya lay ya say ya need. To protect indeed? Well hell, take the Mac. But now what wow is no self defense, he ate me. Fuck, life ain’t going good lately, OH MY FUCKING GOD THE T REX IS IN HEAVEN, HE FUCKING KILLED GOD, AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Huge Ass Dinosaur (Prod. Mike Turtle)

cover: bernice bing - untitled (1963)
not on mixtape
prod mixed written by girlfrompluto
salem x kitty* soon

woa!*

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)

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Huge Ass Dinosaur (Prod. Mike Turtle)

A Hype

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