Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Just think it about it through this mother fucking angle. Me and T Money funny, but yes we came to mangle. Anybody who do oppose, yes we strangle. Keep it going, peep the showing we doing in plain view. Our aim to, blow and if yo ass ain’t in tune. Oh well, hell wit’ it, we gon’ get it soon. Just think about it, the ink we jotting will sink in, plotting harmony in your brain so calming, see? Sure thang, that what it is, I got the kids, cheering for A Hype, and fuck around with T Money, I may snipe, even at daylight. It’s so cray, right? But he be the homie, aight? No questions needed, the blessings heeded in my direction. Play this while riding I-94 intersection. I may just go find me mo’ of that flexin’, and I ain’t talking working out, stop complexin’. No question, I’m finna grin a big smile, as I purchase this bliss filled FlexSeal, wait a minute … is this gig style? Nah but shout out Phil Swift, me and T Money, got a present that we will gift. Just for you, a sure true real deal thang, it’s the tips on getting grips and how to maintain. Just be you, stop letting trips deceive you. I breathe through my anxiety variety. Fuck society I once felt, then this dunce knelt and prayed. For better days, they was here, I just adjust my gaze. And then the rays shine, but now the random rambling. Is done, this was fun, but time fo’ total T trampling.

New Berlin All Stars (Feat. T-Money Spectro) (Prod. Mark Jones)

Lyrics:

Chilling … straight up … chilling.

Chilling, illing, like a villain. Marvelous mastermind makes many more dealing. Should a song reflect and inspect a cap peeling? Or should it protect and neglect the crap killing. Problems get solved when the evolved. Form of our cult catapult new ways to live our days, halt. Who goes there? We wanna stay the same but the solution. Is fight for what is right via peace, perhaps pollution. Is something we care about, but no doubt, lets focus on our death rate, the fear of a last breath fate. It feels scary knowing you have to be very wary of your vari-ous, places, deliri-ous, faces. Could shoot you in a quick second, first to run from the gun will check in. To a tragedy survived, but still the kill have us derived. Of a sense of safeness, that’s why I bring these topics toward. The main point, a plain joint, of a song I’m moving forward. Rappers respond ruthlessly with threats, not even private jets. Can take you away from the danger, anger gets. You all around the globe, life dangles like a hoop on an ear lobe, one moment relaxing in your robe, the next darkens the sunny strobe. Not trying to be lying so I spit what is reality, quit what is failing me, and legit is equality. Change up how you say a word, now rearrange your life ain’t you heard. Unite for the flight of the population so we soar like a bird.

Chilling (Prod. shittyoldshirt)

Lyrics:

Hard to do justice over this beat trust us, lyrical MC’s just us, can rip the beat, bust us. Nah you can’t, rant, I’ll grant, you to vent all you want, repent y’all do taunt, so it needed. When we exceeded the time of rhyme you thought we were able. Lock you back in your stable, dock you wack critics to the cable. Searching for a way to hate, vacate the spot before it hot. Or when we make it major, we calling you out I wager. Or at least we could have chosen, but we will let it go and keep it frozen. In only our mind, where we do find, ain’t cheating, so no cozen. Don’t care about platinum, but salty critics helped me rolled gold. Bring attention to my dimension and can’t resist to listen, behold old. School, cool lines that are signs, my music made to age like wines, don’t steal, then the reveal will be fines.

Justice (Prod. shittyoldshirt)

Lyrics:

Fire is spoken, inspire the token, that an MC need to inquire the broken. Part of the art, start of the heart, already used that rhyme scheme in the first song so dart of the bart. -Ering, learning, yearning, earning, still eager far from meager to be brightly burning. The bars that melt like wax, once felt I ax, the track to go back and perfect, once completely checked I max. Out the possible climb, never go sour like lime, tiny stuff like a dime, in due time do chime. Speak your truest thought, don’t get caught in the moat, brought in the boat, I fought but I float. To save you if you need to learn your lesson, burn your blessing, and we gonna be second guessing. The trust must be given, rap for a living, yet I bet you find it funny that I don’t mean making money. It can’t buy you joy, can buy you a toy, please a boy, but the game of life ploy. Is that he makes it out to be what he wants. But the aunts, had to pay yet flaunts. Glad emotion, sad coasting, is over when you see, the power at this hour of this young kid and of the reporting MC, me.

Fire Is Spoken (Prod. shittyoldshirt)

Lyrics:

Rainy day … rainy day … rainy … day …

Rainy day, zany play, for the kids before the bids. All competing, for more to be eating, paranoid to avoid the skids. The currency for a teen starting a job on the scene, might be little, but it’ll be enough family rich no rob and green. Ain’t a problem so stop such complaining, at least your gaining. You got family to fall back on, meanwhile a calamity is draining. The poor from painting a picture making dough, raking low, taking no, jobs cause there ain’t any open so baking bro. Is the way out, resort to selling coke, sport to yelling folk, who want to snort, they can’t sort, what right or wrong so they support. The crack dealers who run it, got plenty juice they use to have done it, loose in the head due to gun get, scheme the corrupt team won it. Or at least they want to but east is where you, pioneers were all ears and started hip hop to do. Positive movement and we love it, hatred we way above it, they try to shove it, toward us but like a glove it. Protects our hand, but for our whole core we stand, MC’s on this land, taking no to a foolish demand. Observe the pain, swerve away and go gain, the thoughts in your brain, and let them loose in the rain.

Rainy Day (Prod. shittyoldshirt)

Lyrics:

Yes … drop it … here we go …

Sleep with a cheap creep she might rob your Jeep. Peep the leap people try to keep and throw it in the heap. No time to count sheep when benefits you could reap. And as she beep the car, get away so far, think about the meaning deep. Was it your fault for opening the vault to your mental beating to the asphalt. The mental assault, can’t get out, let out, jet out the thinking, resort to drinking malt. To push a TV robbery you see, that she no longer free, but you messed up completely. Second guessing has us a victim, she may have tricked him, kicked him, picked him. But to be fair I declare the share on both that’s my dictum. Just another story I can speak, this week I’m at my rapping peak, for friends focusing on a freak site, the backlash, payment wack cash, a sneak bite. Resort to porn see for me it’s corny, specs on sex I’m far past it like a T-Rex and what’s next. Is to greet, treat, meet women kinder, find her a feat. -ure that I’m sure, she will like even if insecure. All the jokes just stokes the fire, hire the folks. To get some anger, danger, stranger, just need to love them better no hoax. I say what is respectfully real, that the deal, can conceal, how your frame feel, but that abide and hide will just wheel. Your engine toward sadness, mad this, album almost done? Don’t worry, no need to hurry, but I’m always releasing, cause music is fun.

Music Is Fun (Prod. shittyoldshirt)

Lyrics:

Heartbreak is something that we all feel at some point … tough place to be … can’t seem to find the light in life …

He had in one hand a phone getting bigger. Calls, but his mind falls to suicidal thoughts and that’s where the trigger. In the other hand comes in to this story, people saying he has glory, but never lighten his territory. The calls are from the ladies, making maneuvers in Mercedes, to make him think he was loved but they’re pranking, stuff straight from Hades. So he believes it anyway, thinking if she leaves any day, I’ll go ahead and recover from a lost lover. Well he hasn’t so he’s at this point of life or death. He thinks about what if this were his last breath. Option three comes into play, live but give up to substances like meth. Option four in his mind he brew like daleth. He goes with four and drops, the gun, from that he run and stops, all the negative energy his peers fill him with like beers and bops. His head to the beat, gets his shoes red on the street, spits a freestyle to compete, with a rap off and ends it neat. The crowd goes loud, he puts in on SoundCloud. His fan base grows, in his case flows. Drive him to the top, towering over the opposition. His own worry away it scurry, and now he off on a mission. You are worth your life so never give in. I’m so proud of those who have survived because they are driven.

Yeah … those who are driven … deserve all they’re getting in life … the good not the bad … keep ya head up … like Tupac would say ...

Driven (Prod. shittyoldshirt)

prod me
@100signs

struggled to get back on my feet for a moment
havent talked to you in like weeks i feel homesick
(i would give up the whole world for some motion)
(i would give up the whole world for some motion)

(where did i go)
(where did i go wrong?)

i tried
i tried
i tried
i tried i promise
i been so exhausted
i cant help from falling

you scare me so much
your lips and your tongue
your skin and your eyes
its all that i want

motion

Lyrics:

Whole Team Up, 2025. A year that bear witness for you to beware, bitches. Hype is coming, I’m ripe and summon, more type of drummin’ producers, working wit’ mo’ seducers. The hit, this is the shit that most people after, I sleep, go wake, then go bake my kinda take. I ain’t a whiner, fake, no vagina snake capture. Bitch ass cheater, my heart rich, I’m cash bleeder. A deep stash needer, I keep flash and stay wit’ heater, I amass beater which then I put my pitch in and snap rap breather, bitches get stitches if they miff at my mic pleaser, I like it easier. But what if ya miff and want it diff’, then I kick that sick trick down the aisle, pile my stack I must, now in that I trust, stop walking on me like a doormat, a bust, you’re at, that rust way of thought, the way ya say I brought, nothing but bluffing to spitting. I’m tip top talking, the don be, hip hop hawking, ‘cause I does it like Dominique, slamming shit at my peak, my mom is the, reason why I be, I do this shit for she. Pleasin’ maybe not, but hey we got this shit on lock, cock back aim and spit flame, this land a bit lame. Dopest spitters ain’t see the views that they deserve, but they choose to use moves through grooves that they nerve. Strike like right on, I hope these go getters keep go getting, the fight song fo’ my daily living. It ail me, hitting hard, giving me my betting. That we gon’ be alright, he gone? Y’all might, need better vision ‘cause my clever mission is to keep spew, just fucking ‘round in the booth, sucking sound? That ain’t the truth, this is what ya make it, and it ain’t some fake shit, Whole Team Up 2025, our goal we dream, a cup of love for us all as we stand tall, this’ll be official, like how we planned, y’all, 2025, through housin’ and it live, at show, that go through jive, banging, maintaining, sane braining, our own style though, power grown feel, bro, yo.

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