Singles

Steady Gloin - Lil Stease

Shaggy Maco - Bitch WadItIs.mp3

need it (feat. souljahstar) (p. saegoe, prblm)

bad man is the best glock40spaz song so i felt like doing this 

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good man (glock40spaz bad man remix) [prod. OK]

Lyrics:

(A Hype's parts)

Yo, shoutout Maz G. This is A Hype, on the M-I-C.

A Hype and Maz G, we mother fuckers go so loco. They may type ayo bro be classy. But bitch this is right now, I’m living like wow! 

A Hype and Maz G, we mother fuckers go so loco. They may type ayo bro be classy. But bitch this is right now, I’m living like wow! 

Uh, making this life worth it. Inserting plenty joy, many toy wit’ this boy, at heart, that start my inner fucking monster, I’m a chomp on the beat like dinner, wit’ heat I’m a winner, no sponsor just my lust I, turn real, I earn meal from my work at that I perk, I stomp down on this ground, I deserve it here, now Maz G go cause the nerve over there. They wanna hate cause hey they say we ain’t them. Truth is they wanna be us but can’t paint them. Out to be a fucking boss, we toss great hate aside. Me and G we gon’ let this mother fucker ride.

A Hype and Maz G, we mother fuckers go so loco. They may type ayo bro be classy. But bitch this is right now, I’m living like wow! 

A Hype and Maz G, we mother fuckers go so loco. They may type ayo bro be classy. But bitch this is right now, I’m living like wow!

Loco (Feat. Maz G) (Prod. chomp)

love

coldbrew and iced tea(essence and peaceluvr)

Lyrics:

Ayy, Sebel. You fucking snapped on this one, uh. God damn, god damn, this is fucking amazing, just like you are. Let’s rip it!

I’m scoring this mother fucker like Touch Down. I’m soaring over other suckers, such clown. I’m roaring but not lying (Lion), I ain’t a heater, alone, I’m prone to spit fire but I ain’t a cheater (Cheetah), either, no big pussy slash cat, I did the dash at, the stash pot location, getting it my occupation. But as I said, I ain’t cheat, I’d rather be dead and gather the inf red than be a wimp bred. Roaring is my verses, but my first is from the jump, dedicated to those bro’s and girl’s who helped me made it. I made it, we made it, our fate it now on the rated, websites to be discussed, ebb and flow, slow to grow. But we trusted our lusted out plan, pump the stump out the way like “THUMP!”, take a vacay, yeah! Permanent, this rap shit, we earnin’ it, some dumb and spreading the toxic, germ and shit. White kids who wanna profit, I know I’m white too. Just know we must go not shine the light through. Those more deserving, they flows sure is swerving, painting the point of the joint, the culture. I refuse to be a vulture, eating off the hard work, Lil Mabu, here’s ya fable, don’t be a scarred jerk. I honor the greats, ‘fore I’m a goner of this, Earth let me make my worth, through the states and universe. Is his dream too high, nah I’ll be the first, even if I don’t see the example sample, I flew by and been rapping my ass off, I pass scoff off like I’m repellent, my feeling been healing, cause of love to the ceiling. The swell scent of links took me to places of the Sphynx. Shout Out, Sebel, Shout Out the rebel, who dared to have cared and shared this shit inspired. By the quest we humans put to the test. True spans of who we are, don’t always stay that way, so we spar with missing our old sold self, but now I wow a bold gold self, I unfold self. Fucking brilliance, really hence the chilly sense, I get now ain’t my soul, it’s from the sum of my Role-x, nah, fuck a flex, I don’t even watch for time, just know I’m top notch with mine, I shine.

Touch Down (Prod. Sebel)

Fell In Lo</3 (prod. mangomanarthur)

benji's galore (Prod. By TommyElectra)

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)

ratchet young thug nightcore mix

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Loco (Feat. Maz G) (Prod. chomp)

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