Yooooooo this heat 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 hmu ahype lets work 

I actually enjoy listening to this when im in the mood for the worst music to listen to

Lyrics:

How can I possibly explain, the amount of pain that I take to the tired brain, I’m fired mane, from the conversation of the GOAT’s, this nation floats just to see ya lose in the moats, when the boats, start coming round then ya down, pretty soon ya drowned and ya talk of the town. It’s then they found, what if his smile to a frown. Was because of this style they would crown. I was a clown, all the way through high school. Y’all would say back then I knew a fool. He do it cool, but he lackin’ all the fuel. That you’ll be packin’ true to the rule. Motherfucker fuck the law though. He want a raw ho, I get a saw yo, cut his dick off for being corny horny. It’s thorny in pubes, no need to dissect in test tubes. I’m heading spreading direct the lit shit, the best Cube’s. Ever done, I’m the clever one and death. Is coming, summing up my life and every breath. Cause I fear far and near and now even closer. For a huge ass shark, he who be the opposer.

Motherfucker. Motherfucker, I’m swimming for my fuckin’ life, I fell off the huge ass boat, I hope I can huge ass float, agaisnt this huge ass shark. Where the fuck is huge ass Mark when you need him. Fuck face. FUCK YOU BITCH!!!

Raised from gravel, now I’m praised when I travel. Amazed at how it all unravel by the gavel. At that they say for us, too much the rhyme sinister. I say such others bore us like the prime minister. Brothers burnt by the learnt current information. They aren’t teaching, they preaching, a been poor nation. They reaching, spreading lies, heading tries to pollute. I’m shredding guys who threading ties to leave ya mute. It’s 8 at night, late I fight, motherfuckers who try to control my stroll. They say, hey why you been doing this all day? Time to focus on not what broke us and left us with dismay. I say, we pay, when we lay thinking everythang okay, people bang. And I’m supposed to boast this land then? Nah we suck, so fuck it, shit ain’t outstandin’. But anyway, many say shit that get me. Real pissed, I’ve dismissed what set me. Off, I scoff at a dumb motherfucker. You act like it ain’t a fact you numb motherfucker. That people suffer with no buffer in this earth. Motherfuck the crooked politicians for what’s it worth. So here I am, damn feeling mad. I wish I could dish up something to be healing sad. But right now I got a predator. Growling at the tummy, I’m howling crummy and no editor. To take true thought, you make who brought the shit up the villain, nah blame the one doing the killin’. I say fuck, I say shit, I say damn don’t get hit. It would suck to emit, who I am in a fit. I gotta keep cool … just fucking kidding, FUCK YOU HUGE ASS SHARK!!! YOU MOTHERFUCKING WANNA BE JAWS LOOKING ASS!!!

Huge Ass Shark (Prod. Mike Turtle)

the lyrics will appear in your head if you squint long enough :)

Burger King (Feat. Yogi Bear & Pop Smoke) (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

The sworn enemy of the galactic alliance. He was born an entry into a tactic of violence. Misguided, this sided him with the dim side. Him hide his dreams behind his mask it seems. The task it gleams of destruction, space ranger abduction. Face banger after banger from Mike Turtle production. Hurdle over the suction, a black hole in outer space. Wack goal y’all pouters chase, be the hero? That’s zero. To what I do, I’m an evil emperor. The devil remember ya deed when he see ya in hell. Greed is how I fell, I need to tell it not the way. But now I got to say, I love being the bad guy. One of the rad fly ass, dude who crude, my ass. Hell wit’ it my whole back, covered as I hovered. Over Earth, a black and purple design since birth. The cloak I tote, want smoke, you’ll choke, ya float. Not now, I send ya down, shot blaow, end ya clown. Ass, I amass the killing for the thrilling. Fuck Buzz Lightyear, cause it’s quite clear. He ain’t shit, I hate you sucka, let’s fight here. Motha fucka, I’ll blast that helmet. Passed a swell spent day killing a. Cocky fool, a rocky duel at best for ya quest. My bullet when I pull it go through the proof vest. No spoof it just, the truth and fuck the youth. This one’s for the villain, guns for the killin’. Fuck Tim Allen, him callin’ for Woody, hah. Should be a breeze, I do it with ease. I’m the one who poisoned the waterhole, toys in the father role. Since Andy man he don’t even have a good dad. Should Sid kill them toys. Yes, fuck them boys. I’m here to tear ya life apart, knife a heart. Who that got them running they ass like Forrest Gump. Zurg off the jump with the mossberg pump.

Zurg (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

I got the pack that Gotti smokin’, if you lack ya get ya body brokin’. Just a token of my open scopin’ words that woken. I’ve spoken such sensation across the nation, toss the station shit cause it get lit. When you then turn real rap to burn, learn the rules. I play y’all out like damn fools, I am jewels. You just some coal, I thrust my soul into when you hating. Ain’t debating and mating my style to one fucking dial. I ain’t sucking vial, but wow now my music force. Like pure crack, I sure stack dope of course. I hope you can read the morse, my code in fly mode. And I’m a kill motherfuckers who wanna try load. After load, the rough drafter rode the beat with heat well. Tough factor for any actor to meet swell. I’m one of a kind, love my mind as it writes. I was never popular in class, that just ignites. Me to be an MC that spits fire. I emits dire, you ain’t worth shits, liar. I grew true to who knew my beginning where I wasn’t winning. Now I’m spinning round the bases, cases of an inning. Gone dope, the song hope to tell its own story. Why you gotta long mope? Oh cause you was hoping gory. Death would take my breath, well you motherfucking wrong. I’m gonna run the rap game for motherfucking long.

Gotti (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

I be making it ill, taking it chill, faking the deal? Nah I be baking that feel. Heat it up, beat it up, eat it up until. None left, a done theft right in the grill. Might I just spill, y’all be deserving it anyway. Serving it how many say, I be Kyrie Irving plenty ayy? Cause I cross over a boss, then toss. When floss mode on, the don heat up the sauce. Too hot, you got burned, I learned shit. From the best, a test I pass in class, earned it.  Y’all all doubt, but what me out doing is brewing. More verses, sure curses on haters, debaters they be suing. Thinking I can’t be original with the style. I dial up a pile of raps, putting on a smile. To my true ones, old and new duns. I make up for lack of few guns, with words that flew tons.

I’m plotting when I’m jotting cause a spell caster face. Death with every breath into a hell blaster place. People runnin’ and gunnin’ at a well faster pace. I strive to stay alive so I can tell Masta Ace. Him and Rakim, Big Daddy Kane and Kool G. All of them made a lane, swayed a brain, a fool be. Trying with denying to say they cruel, see. That shit it don’t add, make me mad, it fuel me. I respect not neglect the style originators. Traitors from educators sure ain’t smooth operators. I’m raw from the jaw, aw shit it lit, suck it haters. I write like a meteorite, fast blast and fuck it, craters. Left behind, rewind my great storage. My ballad is valid, like a salad with great borage. I eat up the beat like Goldilocks ate the porridge. When oldie talks, listen or this in, you’ll be on your own forage.

Making It Ill (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Staying in my home, the place I roam. Laying on my dome is thoughts of chrome. Lots of foam at the mouth when shit go south. I can’t tell the future but yo I thought it was a drouth. Caught up in your mouth is my dick. Fly sick narrative, the quest is imperative. Why stick with the non best, on test of life. My word hurt like a knife when I take ya wife. Make ya life, absurd dirt, see how it feels. We on them pills, to cure for sure my pain. Make it all seem fly, deem my gain. Part of the heart, trust the process. Unless Simmons won’t dunk, bust and nonsense. Women’s conscience, leads them away. He needs to stay, at bay they say. Too messed up in the brain, stressed sane. Perplexed cause what ya flexed ain’t best me mane. They just jealous fellas, like they fame chasing. Lame basing, that my claim erasing. Same pacing that worried me as a child, hurried me from mild, to who is wild. Now that same cat who was lame at errr’ thang. Sure brang the fire, admire me now. How, you keep too deep in your head. Dread dead yet bled red get med head. Feeling okay, yo say what? You wanna die, gonna try? Take a cut. Shut me down, I was doing, but the crown I was pursuing. Brought a muh’ fucka back, shii I ain’t losing. Make a muh’ fuckin’ stack, oozing cruising rhythm. Amusing with him, bring the party, sing the start, he. Joins in and anointing it his own. Shit this throne mine, with errr’ line, take flight. Make sight open, scopin’, me I’m hopin’, is the dope in. Your senses, hence this, thang I’m copin’. Wit’ the lit shit that fires up the mary jane. Carry lane of my own, sown and now grown. Muh’ fucka like Ye and Jay, watch the throne.

Olive Loaf (Feat. ben & Brody) (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Forboden ft.beeswax jm (prod bee cn)

Produced by True Luck
IG: Truueluck

Lyrics:
Found the light it brought me back to the city
Coke white red drip what I’m bleeding 
I like to chill the fuck out you don’t need me
I’m the keeper of the keys guess you need me
Found the light it brought me back to the city
Dungeon hangout creepin round with a candle
Green moss roll it up I’m a fiender
I’m the keeper of the keys guess you need me

Sony camera by my side
Life’s like a VHS I spin it back
I’m in the park I smoke a loud pack
Spend that money get it back

Afghanistan tree fiend 
Newport Nikes 
Green colorway 
HELLA HELLA HELLA CLEAN

Green green green 
Scream scream scream scream
Lightning mode Mcqueen
Hella fast snorting speed

Found the light it brought me back to the city
Coke white red drip what I’m bleeding 
I like to chill the fuck out you don’t need me
I’m the keeper of the keys guess you need me

Going back to the city
Going back to the city 

I’m a fiender
I’m the keeper of the keys guess you need me

Night froze O 4 double O
Lucky strike light it up watch me go go
Night froze True Luck molly roll
Lucky strike in my mouth screaming ho ho
Night froze O 4 double O
Lucky strike light it up watch me go go
Night froze True Luck molly roll
Lucky strike in my mouth screaming ho ho
Night froze O 4 double O
Lucky strike light it up watch me go go
Night froze O 4 double O
Lucky strike light it up watch me go go

Back to Port

produced by @tgwog
cover art by @realgh0st



letters:

foreign lean in this bitch
straight drop, non stop, 14 in dis bitch
and im bestie wit ur bitch
leave u in a ditch ay
trigger finger itch ay
said bitch do not play, act up i poured an 8th

and we coolin ice drop sporting amber
i aint answer questions, when will u learn
am i smoking on a monday? i said yessir
i can hold my weed, killing it like cancer

its alright nothing ever happens we gon be fine
small city no cameras, no need to hide
if u see 12 don`t think twice

its alright nothing ever happens we gon be fine
small city no cameras, no need to hide
if u c 12 don`t think twice

top how i top, walk where i walked
heard u said shit on the block, but ik its just talk
saw a fed i said fuck all of yall
i be glistening its just natural
i spent some time in jail, put my life on the line in vain
they pop homie on the block
get e up, dont stop, fuck a cop
blood on the block, scrub it off, just set aloft

fucking stop
hit a lick with no stick
fucking throwing a fit
leave you in pain and shit
said fuck the rent bitch
imma put you on insta bitch
imma chase that pussy imma chase that bitch
going off instict bitch
fucking stupid witte tank bitch

fuck all this pain
they would do it all again
waste a life all in vain
after all i feel the same
im so tired of his games
feeling tired, feeling tamed
theres an ache inside my brain
i said fuck all this pain

its just crazy how it is
40s in my fuckin`wrist
im just trynna exist
everybody trynna dis me
its just crazy how it is
40s in my fuckin`wrist
im just trynna make sense
everybody trynna dis me

new song tomorrow

SouLSeeK (p. @Tgwog)

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)

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