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Kicking It With Dr House

Lyrics:

Bitch I ain’t a dime a dozen, I’m in my prime, timing of rhyme they really covet, my slime he a chime that I’m the best and they love it, rest assured, I got this locked for sure, my shot is hot and pure, you’re here in the zone buzzin’, in ya ear is the man of the year, I got the span over there, in ya area, hysteria, no pausin’, if I said it, I meant it, I bled it, ascended it to the next level, shit, I ain’t traitor like Benedict, I’m greater than that when it hit, I fall and don’t get back up and stand tall, I hand y’all no moral victory, I just win, I be trustin’, we got this, we bustin’, lust in the win and see that it is worth it all, try your very hardest regardless of what artist call, you this or that, diss me at what I’ve done, but right here let make it quite clear I’m the live one, I wasn’t ever thuggin’, but yes I guess I does it, mentally pulling me out of suicidal spree, my idol be Tupac, I feel it Me Against The World, just think when ya trust sink and ya got a girl, who a pearl but you was immature, dim and it just a blur, that went by, I bent my relationship for the music, I is sick, I’m sorry for the harm, ya live and learn and I wish ya the best, dishing success, yes! I jest, make my own a clown, hurry to the scary bomb, explode up on my calm. I can keep deep on over reading on my palm. Or just know I must go move and prove on. Yeah, but bitch I’m making this shit, okay? I’m my own individual, when I been so full on the goal, just remember the ember inside. You can always do more, I’m so sure, my win pride make me never wanna fake and lose. Take a choose, use the views to lose and pay they dues, or slay they fools, duels within I get past and win, let last be sin, and be the best up in the human kin.

The Best (Prod. Ani 2D)

Lyrics:

Oh so amazing man, loco and zany, can, you keep up wit’ the span, go peep up how I ran, this shit so fast, a star, like Blaney in NASCAR, this ain’t a dainty man, if I need to it go BLAM! I don’t speed through thought process, but damn I am not slow, this, action need more thought, just a fraction I have caught, but fuck it, I go in, there no spin to what that been, I’m the one that light the sight with might, the sun like Raisin Bran.

Uh, sitting in the bathroom. Plotting on how I’m a be making my cash bloom, a stash soon, strike like a rash born that getting huger. Add it up like math strewn on to the equation, no evasion, my persuadin’ is crucial, it got every pupil, wanting to help me like it mutual, except I ain’t cold hearted, not chilly on ice, really I’m nice, not a luger. No ruger, I keep in the clip no dip. This is bold started from scratch, just to patch. Inner issues, when it come to some tissues, I done used a lot, I done refused a lot! I’m deep in the zip, shut my mouth ‘fore it go south. This is me telling my swelling melon side of stories. My ego ride with glories, we know that shit be true. We knew it could get this way, should not forget this day. Any moment you can change. No bestowment needed, just be heeded to ya thoughts succeeded. I bleed it, the strange parts of my arts, I know. I shine like day glow, hey bro, shout out Rey Vro. Fly mine like in outer space, no router chase, can trace where I been, on zen, on ten. But let bring it back to the hook and take a look, at the accolades, plaque yo gains and show off the remains.

Oh so amazing man, loco and zany, can, you keep up wit’ the span, go peep up how I ran, this shit so fast, a star, like Blaney in NASCAR, this ain’t a dainty man, if I need to it go BLAM! I don’t speed through thought process, but damn I am not slow, this, action need more thought, just a fraction I have caught, but fuck it, I go in, there no spin to what that been, I’m the one that light the sight with might, the sun like Raisin Bran.

Raisin Bran (Prod. Rey Vro)

Lyrics:

I’m oh so, damn poignant, flamboyant, loco wit’ the flow yo ass know as glam, employment is lacking, we need to heed to packaging, when I’m back in, the work place, I ain’t a jerk face, my case is clocking in, knowing glowing is my focus, but we all can try to have ran by using our opus, man I can hope this, stanza word play is my new work day, but if I don’t brew berserk pay, I might have to write on the side, igniting my ride cost money, gas fast to make dough pass, alas so I gotta take mo’, sums to fill it, even if a sniff of the fast life, is just the last type for me, my story, glory I trust that, that’s real shit, this is that bust ya ass at ya profession, take pride in it, show class at err’ session to ya best, do ya test ya limits? Of course, we ain’t hide in it, ain’t just glide in it, we lust to ride vivid. But if I can’t, I ain’t livid, we still go and get it. This is words from the herds of those like me, fly high like birds, regardless of what the hike be, to reach our summit, I preach the plummet I’ve faced, but what about the shout out to the strive laced, in me, I’m winning, styling smiling grinning, damn poignant, flamboyant, this the ending. But yet it just the beginning.

Yeah, this is the beginning, of whatever you wanna make it. But don’t get discouraged, even if it don’t pan out the way you EXACTLY want it … you’ll be doing great and you already are doing great, just keep your priorities straight and handle ya business. I believe in you, that goes for all of you, and you specifically. I love you, that goes for all of you, and once again, you specifically. Yeah.

The Beginning (Prod. truves)

Lyrics:

I got so many red dots on me, I mean pimples, mother fucker dead lots when he pop, it so simple, then he flop, itching his skin to bring it back, again I gotta stop, a lotta shit would drop if I only grin intact, with skin a sin but not too bad, but then I sling my dirty nails at that as a fact, my lonely ‘pact has me backed, is you mad? Into self amusing, bitching when itching after the fact cause I’ve been bruising my pale keratin, with nail to no avail I fail in sharin’ in my comfort with ladies, some hurt and scaredy of me, I love she, but she wary of the way I carry monthly abundancies in growing new zits, I’m blowing through kits of cream to help stop me fiend, have a dream to end this pimple popping thing, and that’s a crazy verse, rats! What’s a zany worse thing to talk about, walk the clout of an autistic misfit? Don’t get it twisted, this is me too! I see through society and the boundaries of thought, counties have caught me in they area, I think oh so delirious, this shit so rarely serious, nefarious I hope not, but if I slip like a slope got, and what in me the dope rot, then I be a mope spot. It’s a trip how I dip but yet bet I make the most of it, I’m roasting my own to success, yes it born, in my body, whether I tether it to no leather shit, I rather gather staying dirty, playing flirty, wit’ a zitter style, bitter wild, go getter never mild, had whiteheads and moles since I was a child. Aight, feds no need to arrest me, my brain I maintain just interesting. Goals of the autism, roles I play they awe in ‘em, this my super power, this is the Super Duper Hour. I devour, YAHHH!!!

Pimples (Prod. truves)

could it be that a new era of A Hype is upon us ... ?

AIRPODS

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Things change over Time, that Father undefeated. It brings strangeness that climb, gather up in a soul depleted. By why do this have no meaning, like it used to, I refused view vice versa of what I’ve now rather seen in so much, it go touch my soul like the goal the last past times gave me, they both save me, some come and go, from glum to glow, they keep us distracted from the sorrow of then, today and tomorrow, this wack shit we living striving to tear us all apart, vice versa at that nice burst of hope we shall stay starting a thing of gleam that beam as cope, content in consent that not err’ thing is a sure thing, your thing might seem slightly off from me, don’t make you a dummy, the common ground, I’m in found, we truly ain’t lost, the thirst for power can taint us, thus when we lust, balance is key, life lessons from me, this is now how it be.

(mental verse)

this not the way it should go
im tryna love u until we get old
summertime love but my hearts getting cold
u wanna feature then pay me in full
i dont play bout the rules
i just take what im owed
and u been playing with me for forever
im so over this shit
oh its time to let go

forgive and forget
but i never learned how to forgive
i forget what i meant
im been scared and im holding it in
can u give me a chance
i would try it and try it again
i been crying and crying for days
or hours or years 
i forget where i am

we been tryna get money
we hardly can pull up to parties
we getting too rich
i said im sorry not sorry
i already started
the process of giving a shit
and u know my baby a barbie
we sipping bacardi
im tripping all over again
maybe its part of my story
to get what i wanted
im losing it all in the end

(A Hype hook)

As I sit in my room, I think of how I bloom. Amass the shit that I soon won’t view a worthy tune, as I go unearth the strewn views of the vast, no clues to how it last, I think for now, just have a blast.

As I sit in my room, I think of how I bloom. Amass the shit that I soon won’t view a worthy tune, as I go unearth the strewn views of the vast, no clues to how it last, I think for now, just have a blast.

Life Lessons (Feat. mental) (Prod. mental & nyli)

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