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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)

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This is your workout song, I belong among the playlist, the day midst, the night aight, the right fight, the write plight. Ain’t stopping my dropping lyrics I be copping, banger danger but with a twist of lyrical hip hopping. So yo, workout your quarrels, and work on your morals, some go deeper than corals, but victory like laurels. Will be the answer like Allen I, wrong ones such as song guns, get promoted on, and addiction to drinking a gallon high. Of what we should be taking, but back to what I’m making, this song about working out, I have a lurking doubt. That y’all care about the message just about the so called vibe, well the bro hauled scribe, off the map of rap. I write everything I spit, I’m legit, so is ya strength, when working out to this and I mean ya lifting length. Of a bar, while I spit a bar, forget a bar, let it bar. Yourself from it, can’t plummet, when you strong for long like a car. Rule this planet with fitness, bless the less with a way to get rid of stress. Teach and preach, reach the youth, and flip the script to ‘98 and reach your moment of truth. Spread the positive, produce an effect like causative, rap is the way I bring out my inner peace, sinner cease. Once the lyrics dead ‘em, but no it calm, we ain’t dead ‘em, we let ‘em, have a second chance, read the expression like a palm. We all make mistakes, it takes many misses before makes, and we all have bad luck, but we will someday get our brakes. World wider than lakes, don’t let people change your taste like shakes, if you like a rapper, stay a dapper, and heat up the stakes.

Workout (Prod. shittyoldshirt)

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Late nights spent working, your date heights bent jerking, is the cause of the applause from the haters sit back and pause. And think what went wrong in process of your love life, she could have been your wife, now you cutting your skin with a knife. For starters suicide and self pain never the answer, sever the dancer who does with the devil at the level. Of harm via arm, or any other weapon. There is no charm when you fire something kept in. The clip, speaking of which time for us to get a grip, mass shootings ain’t a little trip, they a massive kind of dip. If you don’t need a rifle and y’all shooting don’t. Then I’ll give y’all an eyeful and say that I won’t. Support the stores giving it, see terror we living it, and back to the self cutting, what you are doing is shutting. The wide vast doors of life from popping in, pretty soon a pretty lady will start showing stopping in. As for those haters don’t show them any attention. Unnecessary tension, by any mention is bad ascension. Stick to those that are there, even when the bank bare, that don’t even care, and support you no matter where. You from, rich or slum, switch a bum, nah don’t mess with them. You want the best kind of friend, if not don’t stress with them. All about amazing authentic, dazing, no hazing, just blazing. By worries like I do on the beat and compete. With my anxiety in this variety when I rap for our society.

Late Nights (Prod. shittyoldshirt)

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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)

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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)

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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)

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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)

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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)

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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 ...

Pimples (Prod. truves)

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