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(A Hype verse)

Yo, yeah.

I’m tryna stay phresh, a boy wit’ swag. I’m not gon’ lie to kick it tho, I’m like Messi, I flick a goal, I guess he must be busting, cause he can’t compete. I stress the testing I ace, elite, I’m sweet so why face. My case of smack down, ya better go back down. I’m phresh in the flesh, I mesh well wit’ special. Cause I was and does it so, ill wit’ skill, how I get o’vo my fears for years? I set it off, just let it rip, y’all better not Skip, I’m clever wit’ this, plus I’m not bae less (Bayless). I got a main thang, this pursing the grind. Shoutout phreshboyswag, my muh’ fuckin’ joy tag. The talents of others, shoutout them gallant brothers. I’m fusing our mind, and choosing the kind. Route out here, to be truly clear I fear. Only one GOD, the lonely one odd. Myself, when I shelf my own self fighting. I’m unstoppable, strike like a gun poppable. Fuck it I don’t wanna stop, not like I gonna pop (Pap), but you my son so ‘till we done wit’ the spanking ranking. To let ya know who running shit, I’m gon’ be on my funny shit. Wanna test? I guess I must just smack and crack ‘til ya hearings out and earrings out, mo’ karats (carrots) than a bunny get.  Uh, fuck am I saying? Fuck it I ain’t playing, this is a new me, truly. My diet ya can’t fry it, I’m a change the strange that I arrange. Riot if ya close, that is if ya was. To y’all I’m going ghost, this flowing host gon’ get his buzz.

Phresh Hype (Feat. phreshboyswag) (Prod. nyli & xion orion)

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(A Hype verse)

Lavender Town, back in this bitch, this savager down to stack up the rich, a challenger bound to go on the hunt, like scavenger, found joy and the brunt, pursuit of the loot bring clowns to the circle, as some pass dumb culture vulture shit to the form, we king with crowns, fling our frowns as this norm would hurt you, I keep it real, no Loch Ness, the only Big Foot is Shaq’s shoe. So peep the deal, I got this, spit hotness, yet keep it chill. Adding mo’ elements, I shock this, planet that set in stone like granite, what I can achieve, man, I heave a weave of hella scents of victory, this sick story, so ill, and I mean I go thrill, but wait, what this about Shaq’s shoe. I’ll bless you wit’ that, no achoo! The lesson in that is size matters, in basketball and eye flatters, but besides sports and in bed sorts, the hearts the size we prize arts on, and even in those two things I mentioned, point is, anoint this as another way, I try to say, don’t lie to be kicking it, follow your beating drum, from flicking it on since birth to what ya worth now, ascended my status, way past the vast stratus, that is oh so clear, dear. Here is a legend, Over The Hedge in, making his own path wit’ skill, this was also a movie with Bruce Willis, just another childhood memory, wild good them they be, my style could send a spree of old ass boomers after me, I capture the, wrath, it be, full of bull like tumors, like why you support, in short I love us all, regardless of the orientation, the hardest of us peeps are authentid, we got heaps of raw, splendid, ones that gay, bi, trans, les, yes, hey, my, lens see us all as equal, cause that a fact, intact, been fact, us people all can be great, shout out Pride Month, I’m on that side, lump, me in wit’ the ally kin, we shall win, LGBTQIA +, we win this, hating on us, those the real sinners. Debating is just a lust to evaporate, covered that and that this rapper great. What next, lemme text zombAe, Apt9, divine, and this my rhyming.

Lavender Town 2 (Feat. zombAe) (Prod. apartment9)

Lyrics:

We like tyrants in this thing, the sirens firings, let yo ass know that A be here, admirings may start, pass no dough here, I appear free of charge, see me at large, this song from the heart. The full form, my goal to swarm the population, wit’ a bop the station, can’t go stop wit’ playing, prop the saying I spraying up to the ruler place, you wanna front? I gonna punt ya ass way past this dueler face, ya won’t last wit’ A, thinking you ain’t doing shit but sinking is blasphemy. Pass the trey, I want what ya have for lunch, grab a bunch, of onion rings, man the fun it brings, so delightful, now not to be truly spiteful, but I need a bite full, if you want my enlight goal. I can inspire you to do, A talking shit, but stay walking it. Been fire like a Komodo, the way I say and spray ya get the pic like a GoPro photo. Bet it stick up on my mom fridge, she so proud of what the don did. C’mon, skid I won’t, even as a kid I don’t, shit it just called learning, I’m on the edge of glory, Lady Gaga. My story is history, tah dah! Through my body, proper fluid, that how I gotta do it. To my haters I appalled, turning they bridge to burning, just a smidge of me yearning I could get back. But they whole shit wack, it take a toll on they smack, when he back, making hits in the lab. Shout out to HEAT DEATH, I compete wit’ each breath, teach step by step how to wow and now go wit’ the gab. The A Hype way, wanna play? Hell no! I’m so blessed, but yo, depressed beyonds ya thoughts. I’ve stressed eons and that’s, a long time I gots, a strong rhyme but what’s, that wit’ no peace, go cease me I could say but that shit easy, actually I’m a strong soldier, not to compare, dumb share from where I been so glum but care here, my air fair, I got it made really. When I need a marcher to back me up, they strike like an archer, pick the slack we stuff away ‘cause we was and does astray, tough array, for a dude who crude and bluff in his brain, it’s rough wit’ anxious pain, I wanna hold ya and say, this shit is all okay … well ya know I gotta peep the facts, keep the maximum real deal on the tracks, so, ‘um … this a banger anywho, keep it in the chamber like Wu, ‘til my mic through, that’s how we do.

Yeah! It’s all about being your own individual and shining the way you do! That’s what separates my good days from bad days, I’m a keep doing me! HEHE! YEE YEE! Yeah, take what ya learned here, and use it how the fuck you want. A Hype out, another banger.

Another Banger (Feat. aamu) (Prod. HEAT DEATH)

Lyrics:

Yeah, Yeah.

No further introduction, I’m worth all the destruction, been through dirt and abduction, it hurt but it can’t suction, the powers that be, paranoia ain’t devours me. I towers for free, I’ll give ya flowers wit’ no fee. Here the joy a deep within, y’all know I’m a keep spittin’, this is real, no cheap mythin’, this how I feel, peep written, I made this OG as an open, shout out who I be scopin’, Angelus greatness knowin’, and Swegg gon’ keep it dopin’, y’all know!

Up so high like cannabis, cup of mine so scandalous, drop from fly, can ya handle this? Top of sky, ain’t dismantle shit. Stay at play, bright candle lit, this is the way we stand on biz, ain’t blowing out, no damages. Glowing out for the savages. Showing out for the cabbages, making that shit so lavish bitch. Breaking it in, we brandish rich. Shoe Game, new lane, Spanish kicks. Hot like butane, Paris is. Where I go and cherish this. Making hits, the rarest shit. It’s A Hype and Angelus. The type to collab and shit, great life, gift and gab do it. We aight and happy bitch. Daylight the way we snapping bitch. From morn’ to capping this, good night, we clapping bitch. Some torn but we tapping in, mood right, we dapping in. Oh so high we flapping in, oh yo my we gots to win, in this world wit’ lots of sin, we the pearls, a priceless grin.

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No Further Introduction (Feat. David Swegg) (Prod. feardorian)

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Y’all don’t wanna see me, on my cocky shit, hot as a sauna, you’re a gonna when like Rocky hit, knocked to the floor, then I socked ‘em some more, we can do it on TV, any territory, tour, your request, the best is this, scary story, is I ain’t even right off my meds, my beds in sight, bed being graves, sad seeing waves of my mom and pops, laying ‘em down, aight, but forever displaying my crown, right? I’m the props giver, but where did mine go? Hype the type to make the snobs quiver, they sobs bitter, I’m a lobs that game winner to myself, off the backboard, no slack, scored nine mo’, than my span I ran of being best, one, add it up and that stuff ya get is 10 outta 10, beginners ain’t an acclaim getter, they gotta shelf the crazy talk when they lazy walk, ya may say ya slay but what day do you actually go crazy, chalk it up to bluff, and by the way if some come off, mean, pouter, when ya ain’t accolading, that shit bound to sound so faint on the mic like an echo fading, snuff the fakes out, max cool I be, me and the rest who done spun, noth-ing, we be real deal, no hands plotting plans around wack back like cuffing, can ya feel it? This, thing, bling! I stands, a rotting mans, but I admit this mad shit, I’m fit enough to be tough to see rough is what my mental state is, been foul like Raiders, fuck it, of Lost Ark or Vegas, the cost spark self haters, debaters, naysayers, in the mind, a bind find for A is, all the above, above, above. Show no love, gotta lotta push in me, go shove, my hushin’ demons, say the shit, just spray the shit! Cushion my blows? My foes knows none of that, friends that ends, why they eye me in the first place? Watch ya back, catch a smack talk behind it, rewind and you meant to do better, you in no debt for, favors I did, the worst case is the saviors as kid that you still hold on ‘em, like ya sold on ‘em, will I have told on ‘em, I mean, if I seen unspeakable, hmmm, the cycle spins, it ends when ya then tongue reekable, stinks to hear the psycho grins, my thinks is clear, to me truly but what to you? Morse Code? If ya force load of knowledge upon, they’ll wish ya done, ya just a bore, I must implore, that and that I at no place to stop, face the drop, embrace him space and eat this fucking treat of slop.

Treat Of Slop (Prod. frickerman23)

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Can ya picture, a descripture of a man who flips for, rage bait, he age late, no stage straight, many zany lips for the ones who dones tried, to un’s did the sick more or less road he travel toward. The gravel mode I’m in, loften often to my coffin ‘cause I’m below where it been, feel trapped in the dirt, hurt wrapped up my Earth worth, I deal the blow to myself, I shelf help, I delve in revolving the same lame game, the solving start wit’ me, but a part it be accepting, when dismay crept in, this A slept in, now it deepen, foul style lept in, the caught thought be the weapon, impulse may be dim, false, but it trickin’, pickin’ sides on rides I don’t need to take, hear these voices chant, where is my choices, can’t I heed to make the fake crap that, ruin me stop at, right about now, clear the picture like Snapchat, I’m big, might about blow, ignite up out how, Cobain did, no pain slid where death is, breathless, here the structure I should’ve taken, the good I’ve shaken, I didn’t even realize I had, the eyes my Dad had all along was right, check, I just had to tad adjust my view slight, neck, inspect when looking over, correct intellect, shook and never had this chance? I knew, now why spew this sad piss poor mood dude glance, a rude stance? The world ain’t against me, I’m against me, I unfurled the paint, let the elders craft the image, I hurled and faint, bet the small tears swell when fears, laughed, him gauge like it “woe is me.” this tyke shit mentality, lead a grudge, fatality, me, I need to budge, clutch much better posture, I boast poor back as an excuse, to slack and be no use, I could carry that weight, physical, but also I know metaphorically, I’m a bicycle on training wheels, not gaining skills but I been ready, a beta, whore sick being who seeing reign in faking ills, getting pity, I’m bullshitting really, and when I think I great like DeRozan, the chosen hitting middy, his he get paid for, mine ain’t fine, it a charade more or less to think I doing shit great, it just middy! I sink and state my pull, meeting so many connections, I fucking fake to get to, I’m sucking dick to let you, know I wanna collab, do I really hear, all this shit that I spit to ya ear, who nab all this free time, inspections, and be like “gee I’m so lonely”, bitch, enrich ya mind and find the bind just ‘cause ya only, ya own enemy, my zone … fuck it, when I be like this, I don’t even change, believe in strange but some things just need to rearrange, we the hinge to opening our own doors, hope is in, I can’t clone yours but what I do, is see those who chose to be great when they could say they fate, closed theirs, they burst it open, they thirst for first, dope in the chosed careers, so here’s no mo’ pondering, high note, why mope in the beyond I been, avoiding, paranoiding, fuck it, go wondering, I tote my slope oh so down, bitch just switch the frown, I pitch the crown to me so truly, truly, let get up and go!

Yo.

Get Up And Go! (Prod. ithurtstowalk)

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My clothes got wings the way when he dress he fly, I chose hot things just like heat press, the sky, the limit, don’t be timid, don’t stress the vibe. Be in it, this is a treat, yes we live. Me winning, we spinning, can’t guess the gab? Just trust this is his bliss, describe. What more I shall ‘fess and give. Meaning to, nah fuck it, more or less this thrive. That your overthinking, what a busted job. Y’all sober? Drinking? Fuck it, just mustered fab. Gift of gab when I lift the tab and drift on toward. Leaning through the window, been no worry scurry, swift and floored. We going fast, doing blast in our flowing vast. Mind space, I find peace when we then be cast. As us together, this is not whether it only sunny, climate, cause my rate is never lonely bummy, you the only chummy that done he in the hard way, knock it out the yard way, clocking out, no card may, be the tool, but see we cool and I still get pay, ‘til that day when I perish, until then we flourish. I’m on time, rhyme on prime. Mime on climb the way we say nothing but it would be bluffing, to say we maybe ain’t quite the bomb. We paint wit’ our might a masterpiece every time. Levy dime, the way ya stay a 10 and then some. Masterpiece, ya caster breeze the way ya stay in zen, from cool to school in ... yeah, and I wrote this, for someone else, but I really know, how the dumb fun waltz, on to other people, my brother could be the sequel, have his own, glad this grown, mentality though, is no fatality, yo, on this bro, when he alone, he still in the zone.

He Fly (Prod. @ prxnceallen @ otsmelvin)

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We’re bossing up, here every day with clevy say we crossing up, our opposition, our power tower over these cowards, devour the sour, how nerds do, go and troll, bro, the scroll in full is never a thing when ya roll, more stories out, fire for hire your props the mission, your territories ‘bout to be involved, see the resolved resolution to stopping this piss poor pollution of those hoes who chose to doze, delusion what an artist is, is this, flows inclusion, with lyrics that on actually hit, hysterics that contractually lit, if you do not got the heat from me, well, I smell a dummy, been heavy clevy since the tense of Teletubby, he’ll be snubby, from the award show, the toured go, cause he too unique, was me the dude you speak of when you say you love artist, bitch I’m the hardest, fuck a niche, fuck a pitch, I ditch the image shit, what ya see is what the fuck ya get, on a whim him rage, then again on a whim him show courage, open up, then again on a whim him stage a hap’ rap, dope in cup of the drink of life, I think the brief answer is this is not a cancer, I got a dancer step the way I switch sides, errr … emotions, the notions I hitch rides to all tides, y’all sides I don’t wanna anger, too much to get set killed, a thrilled danger. Fuck it, do you support LGBTQIA plus, if not this, hot piss, but overall I don’t mean to make mad, what dove my gall to where it hard to take back, what my stance is, the chances of a snake stab, ya closest could get them toasters, let ‘em be the disposers, I fake glad at times for I’ms afraid of sad, I shake shackles on my mind, the bind I tackles, shit hit like a quake, grab on to ya belongings, but I got over that, now we chilling in the saunas, as I heat it up, but as I greet it up the mood switch again, the dawnings of new form, do swarm random, when the tantrum? I don’t know, ain’t you a bitch again? Or is that my perception, he a gonna’s again, for reflection I don’t do not well, shit hit like a double negative, confusing on using, trouble beg I live in the causing drama, but pausing I’m a do, all of this to say, through dismay, his way, through this array, I stay a boss up, toss up the whole thing, my goal, bring smiles to the styles, this is what the fuck A Hype piles.

Boss Up (Outro) (Prod. thursdayy_morning)

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Boss Up, from the day to the night when I floss up, my teeth pearly white, I’m a toss up, all this flair in the air, I go gloss up, add flavor in ya ear, time to sauce up, the game with my damn name, Randy Moss up, catch these passes, Hall Of Fame, cross up, AI with the cornrows, loss up my foes, these hoes ankles I torn those.

Boss Up, from the day to the night when I floss up, my teeth pearly white, I’m a toss up, all this flair in the air, I go gloss up, add flavor in ya ear, time to sauce up, the game with my damn name, Randy Moss up, catch these passes, Hall Of Fame, cross up, AI with the cornrows, loss up my foes, these hoes ankles I torn those.

Boss Up, from the day to the night when I floss up, my teeth pearly white, I’m a toss up, all this flair in the air, I go gloss up, add flavor in ya ear, time to sauce up, the game with my damn name, Randy Moss up, catch these passes, Hall Of Fame, cross up, AI with the cornrows, loss up my foes, these hoes ankles I torn those.

Boss Up (Intro) (Prod. velourium)

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Morning cook up, got my legs and feet up, simply relaxing, this is how my style is wit’ flexing. Mother fuckers is at the crack of dawning took up, by what the fuck I’m on in, every facet, they begs I get up, wish him I dish them a good day, that’s it, then we really could play, music today, cruising to A, bragging, but style I’ll never be sagging, pile chill swag in, this shit that I be bagging, simply relaxing, to happiness I’m a pimp that be maxed in, getting it, to some extent, from intent, we selfish, all chips in, betting shit on my own skills, I used to be short fused, sport oozed temper, but now my grown skills, keep my tone on chills, that’s for self health bitch, y’all dips in to my breading, just an added flavor, to savor, we all born alone, die alone, heading to the grave or, more life, without a savior, but you, what do, I think about it, new era, few tear a-part the heart, like me, but I swear I’m oh so, nicely, what I share, yo, go twice look at that shit, he really said that? He really did that? I’m freely ahead of that, instead of slack, I’m constantly thinking, compromising nothing, I ain’t bluffing. On print, he sinking his deepest thoughts in, go peep, trust this, his lustings is so attainable, acclaim in full, still will not get the feel set, how real that, is wit’ this, get his head up out the quicksand he sinking in, to flick hand from away to in like dap, that what he wanna do wit’ rap, making friends, fuck taking ends, creating spins, I’ll just say this, innovating wins.

Morning Cook Up (Prod. frickerman23) (Lyrics In Description!) (Instagram: therealahype)

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Yeah, it’s A Hype, and what if, I did a fictional song, from the perspective of a mass murderer, ah, let’s do it.

Body Parts, Body Parts, all over the ground.
Body Parts, Body Parts, everywhere to be found.
Body Parts, Body Parts, ya can hear the sound.
Body Parts, Body Parts, of when I opened a wound.
Body Parts, Body Parts, bitch ya can get drowned.
Body Parts, Body Parts, ya ass is getting downed.
Body Parts, Body Parts, this killer getting crowned.
Body Parts, Body Parts, knockout in 1st round.

Chopping up bodies is this buddies hobbies, that and rattling of that gat, been committing homi’s, swapping at lobbies, the kills we’ve caught, the thrills it brought, the chills from the blood spills from the throat. Now I ain’t saying that I’m proud of that shit I do. But what I’m saying is I ain’t playing wit’ you, so screw. Any loud chatter, I got the crowd scatter, the cop killer rippers, no one pop iller wit’ these clippers, us snipers stay at bay, when we be okay, you tempt me, then I’m empty, leave a grieve astray. Yay, another body buried, another mother carried to her child’s dead, that dread ya worried, out ‘bout is real, wild, sorry, but I had to kill, this shit is slit neck the way I’m cut throat. I get back my get back at any cost, my semi boss, get the point across, ya lost and ya shut, mute.

Body Parts, Body Parts, all over the ground.
Body Parts, Body Parts, everywhere to be found.
Body Parts, Body Parts, ya can hear the sound.
Body Parts, Body Parts, of when I opened a wound.
Body Parts, Body Parts, bitch ya can get drowned.
Body Parts, Body Parts, ya ass is getting downed.
Body Parts, Body Parts, this killer getting crowned.
Body Parts, Body Parts, knockout in 1st round.

Sssshhh … everybody quiet. Sssshhh … start a riot. Sssshhh … this is get back Wyatt. Sssshhh … ya didn’t think that I would try it? Bitch, rich ass entitled spoiled brat, I know where ya at, I got the gat, ker-splat! End of that! Bitch, don’t fuck wit’ it, I got a ditch fo’ yo new niche, I do pitch in wit’ this, bitch!

Body Parts, Body Parts, all over the ground.
Body Parts, Body Parts, everywhere to be found.
Body Parts, Body Parts, ya can hear the sound.
Body Parts, Body Parts, of when I opened a wound.
Body Parts, Body Parts, bitch ya can get drowned.
Body Parts, Body Parts, ya ass is getting downed.
Body Parts, Body Parts, this killer getting crowned.
Body Parts, Body Parts, knockout in 1st round.

Bitch, damn I think I play the part well. Obviously, just play the part well. Haha. Play the part, Body Parts!

Body Parts (Prod. a​.​pathrose) (Lyrics In Description​!​) (Instagram: therealahype)

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Yeah, shout out to Josen, this is, quoting him from August of 2024, we were supposed to do this shit but, I’ll do it for ya anyway, to spread the message. Yeah, I love you Josen, okay, here we go.

“OOOPS I MADE YOU LOOK
YOU JUST ANOTHER EMOTE IN MY PEA COAT
I WOKE UP AND CONSENTED TO A MEAT GROPE
A HYPE AND THE A STANDS FOR A HOLE”

Whoops, I paid and shook! You thrust and smother the goat, cause what ya see (sea) float. I woke up and consented to a deep throat. Josen and the J don’t stand for J. Cole. Happiness my pay roll, I stay swole, may fall but I keep coming back. Made ya look at my hook and not just cover of book. I hover over the nook and cranny you think you done searched out, I took my granny advice and made it mad nice. If you miff and feeling sad, still smile. The goal you’ll get is this become a real style. I’m from a chill wild, been so blessed, autism and ADHD, got me so messed. Shot me through stress, yes, but no excuses. Opening up, still a virgin but not just hoping to fuck, I’m splurging in due time and true I’m to just one, yup for you my eyes sure grew, you got the treats, I’m the pup. I got the meats, call me Arby’s, freaky but weekly I get my grind on too, curb cry’s that my mind try to trick me into sorrowing, my mind on to better things, fly high like feather wings, no borrowing, my style I’ll keep deep. I ain’t a cheap peep, what I sow I reap. And I grew a garden, I’m hard in, more ways than one. This shit started through spitter Twitter now this phrase is done. Fun.

Fun (Prod. apartment9)

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Yo, I’m a realer, person every day, I levy say with time and feeling. Heart On Sleeve, just as I start to leave, my prime it illing. To jump back in, I ain’t pump packin’ but I ain’t a sqeauler, I paint the realer picture of how rules are played, duels are slayed, let it be, ya gotta set it free, don’t get into another dude business, I won’t let a fued turn to mine, a nine could burn and blitz this. But that’s just me keeping cool, what rats see is taking it to the popo, they deep in ghoul, better off dead, crooked cops is shook when drops talk bad about ‘em, then stops the walk mad and got ‘em energy you have towards minorities, you’se a never be with the Hype if you don’t change ya type. I got the pipe dream that gleam, of us all getting along, betting that wrong turn right, is quite a sight that takes more might. We need to heed to make guns less accessible, the shop where they farm the killers snipe type, and arm the dealers (armadillos), I ain’t talking those mammals in the shells, I’m talking those damn tolls you take when you raising hells, shooting this and shooting that, rooting for a diss that at, too much of violence, so no there ain’t always silence, but it’s oh so situational, the police won’t help mo’ peace with thinking rational, we gotta lotta balance we need to achieve, I breathe a deadly leave in theory every time I even speak! But I ain’t weak, I’m just being real, seeing kill as a thing, life and death, strife is kept close, it crept toward those who thought they never have it, to those who close it boast a long life and to you laugh at ya, that ya thought you would be a goner, you a longer, some lack the G in them, now him a loner. Oh well, go tell ya story to me, truly I try to understand us all on this wonderland, but if you cop, ya gotta stop, drop and think. What they teaching you, preaching you to do is to sink. And I stand a man who ran off from his perspective. I’m just trusting who I be, not tryna be neglective, this is reflective of my love shown, hate grown, great shown, I wanna be good fate known.

Fate Known (Prod. apartment9 and MVC B)

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Lyrics:

Much love and support and respect for all of my transgender people out here. I love you so fucking much, I stand as an ally right here with all of you. I love you.

You wanna give me a pound? Bitch, you got no ounce, who gonna live free? Me wit’ the flow crowns, attached to head, what do I dread and then go bounce? When ya found fucking flailing and wailing at these pronouns. Gotta respect, a lotta be checked by the Hype. I salute the flag, blue, pink, white. My type is cisgender, but I’ve questioned in this blender, of finding true self, I grew health from finding this is his splendor, me as a dude, I think to slight is awful, and call me woke, a joke, but to target should be unlawful, the bar set low, I know we made, some progress, but no stress? Bitch, look at the shade, people give just over someone who live, the numb gun needs to shoot these fools back at they own face, wack that we groan, pace when we see the otherside, I ain’t having it, proud ally, I yell my, shit loud, get a crowd, ‘cause we need to unite, stand against, who fight, for more torture, shout out to the they/them, the only mayhem I can see in that is that a lonely politician is bitchin’ up out ‘bout that, at what? What they do? May screw ya child up? Bitch ya acting wild up in here, A Hype, stay ripe as a trans supporter. And more I stand for, my plans to love forever, in shorter, this is just the tip of the iceberg thrust. I have thoughts I’ve broughts and nice, work, trust. We need that within unity, not just a myth in who we be, we can be, see, man we been avoiding peace, let’s gets it on so strong, paranoid in streets? Doesn’t have to be this way, not for long. Let’s love, that’s if, we see we for us, this is his, hope for us, in this I lust trust, yes!

Transgender Ally Hype. On some real shit, I love, I love you. I love transgender people, I love you.

Transgender Ally Hype (Prod. apartment9 and starsmp3)

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Lyrics:

I don’t just bring the cake, I bring the icing, like when it enter over the center and it go slicing, past the opposing team goal line, face offs enticing, I’m posing this scheme of mine, shall we be hockey dicing, our ways through these rhymes, power stays in these times of hell, so cold, we fell, never fold. We sell, no soul, we shall, prevail, fuck it, let’s go! Yo, I don’t just bring the cake, I bring the icing, I’m nice in ways that taken for granted, I make what I planted, my seeds to success, hit lit like a shot off Alex Ovi’s sticks, relax, chill, I’ll put on a show, just trust, know he’s soaring way more than just in scoring, I must been deploring, this practice, the way I slay at these checks, these wrecks ya get for fighting me, fuck these theatrics. From goal line, I pull mine and always connect, you can ask Gordie how (Howe) I been a ten and stay in play effect-ive, shorty now wanna question how I live? Get up on this rink and ‘fore ya can think, another shot I sink. To you mere mortals I’m a Predator, like Pekka Rinne was. Can’t censor me, no editor can check what he did, does, doing, I’m pursing a record, the suspense of what I’m rewriting, he be lighting up the cold flack toward, the sport he in, I make it fun like Connor McDavid, we short in win? He’ll get his Stanley Cup, a honor to grave it, with your name, the fame, is cool but what really matter is the game, fuck the data and the acclaim, that’s for a fool, I’m here cause I love this thing, I ain’t above this thing, the only time ya find me shy (Chi) is back to the day of Patrick Kane, the lonely time I would bind myself to myself, my eyes putting in that work when no one else could see the perk, that makes me who I am, god damn, hat trick after hat trick, I don’t stay in my lane, I pave the lane, call me memory card, I save the game, remember me hard, going all out, y’all doubt, stay on that side, this is hockey, let ride!

NHL (Prod. Mark Jones) (Lyrics In Description!) (Instagram: therealahype)

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Lyrics:

I’m the dentist, the cleanser of ya teeth, I start when I then list, if ya plaque attack cause grief … the suspensor of this brief, moment is brought to you by what caught through who, doing this, me! Is this a piss poor flosser, more or less I guess the coster, is be a tosser of pearly whites away, yearly fights, see, the lost art of a must sure take good care of teeth, good grief! Should brief be the evaluation, now a root canal, a brute ya call, me, for putting the pain on, see, start getting ya train of, thought on the brushing, we flushing me crushing molars, stay strong, this shit is cold as polars, cold blood, my mold crud like it, but I see she, I love on first sight, my worst plight, and I fall for the thirst, might, we date, cause what ya wear, she ate … here she just a patient though, but for her no replacement, yo. Top presentation, go … I wanna give her flowers, showers her wit’ my powers, but she here for less than 2 hours … once a year, here goes the chance … I knows the stance, keep ethics, peep what next to breath, it’s … teeth that I reap, what I wanna sow though is be wit’ her or sure a death wish, this shit is a bitch.

Teeth Rap 3 (Prod. Yokai)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Every day is a stress mess, do you handle it or not? This is, what can be such a crutch, to lean on, coping through, I’m hoping you, can be seen on, your own brain and heart as your own leader, I sown gain through art into my feeder, I’m a bleeder of what I put in to my possessive, do you handle it or not? This is impressive, how one move can set off a whole chain reaction, it done prove when ya get off ya pain through blackin’, out, no doubt, this could be a break through backin’, all the wackin’ is false, you still have a pulse, it get packin’, ya back in the mind frame, I also know, shit can get not so kind, blame, ya rental mental, the spirit in it been a liar, lousy, lethargic, the tragic drowsy of ya inner fire, sinner aspire, take o’vo’ and make yo soul, darken, stark in ways from ya past days, when ya reach a tipping point, yeah through pain ya black out, it’s then they teach to trip ya plans up of shooting mans up, looting, scams up, cutting grams up, rebutting moms up, we shutting ya clams up, take a breath, I make my death closer every tweak, the holster every peak, it sponsor everything I seek, make a fake ass clown feel my pain, nah, nah, nah, gotta keep sane, drown, I do in rain, down I go in lane, but what glass are you through stress? That test is just so complex … I know we got this, I do not miss, stay awake for ya sake on what the plot is.

Do You Handle It Or Not? (Feat. Samson2Slapped) (Prod. ?)

Lyrics:

It’s time, listen as he spits rhyme. Wanna add to the drink? Blitz lime! To the potion, add flavor, my devotion. Glad I save the, party, hardly hard motion. Hearty godly, ya feel when ya on the drink, I think, for real I never ever sip and slink, sink, whatever happen when scrappin’ under influence, I ain’t been doings these ruins, or maybe it make the real feel come out, some doubt maybe they in a dumb ‘bout, they need to heed to the liquor, make ‘em quicker, figure out what really going on past the clout, the vast life I could’ve sprout if I stuck wit’ her now I’m bitter, how I’m tossed around like litter? Yet I know I did it to me, truly, unruly I was, a dunce, this is cause, I once. No, many times was too high on I’m. Plenty dimes in the world but she’s the only one, a lonely slum. I am now, beat to my own drum, fuck it, sip it, have fun. Dipping from reality, calamity in the family, I’ll address it later, I guess a hater, will have to wait ‘til tomorrow, brew sorrow through bottle, I’m going full throttle, okay, I’m feeling hollow. But, yeah, but what?

A Hype Feature Verse Remix 1 (DJ sleepyyy mix)

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.

Whole Team Up 2025 Freestyle Remix (DJ sleepyyy mix)

Lyrics:

I fly so heavenly, you’d think I’m Jesus, guy. My pride believe in me, I side with reasons, why. I’m me on the joint, there’s fun in the breezes, sky. I’m free (3) and on point (.), here’s one (1) for (4) the piece of pie (Pi AKA 3.14). I done made my breath, my lungs ‘fraid of death. But I’ll never fade when left, I tell my self that shit. So clever, great and stepped, not just where he was told. But cause he broke the mold, saw it raw and from jaw bold. Yo, I spoke it and meant it, hoping ascended days would come. I woke up the dope man, in my broken shattered numb, glum tunnel I dug, I funnel the plug of bright light deity. A bundle of joy, I undo the boy and his plight, fear it be. A big clamp, damp if you let it be. The gig ramp up ya name and fame, silly game. Set me free, I am now and I vow to stay. God damn, how these labels label, ain’t a damn way. They gon’ on, me I paint, my data I splatter like Pollack. I’m able with chatter to frolic, so stable my matter is brolic. And I ain’t a saint but I pull up, only exercising. To see someone faint would taint my goal up, in this world of flexing dying. Peace is what we need, like what we feed of the pie. Cease the greed indeed, I want to heed to the lie. That some below, that dumb though it show, we all born for reason. I’m torn through season, of treason and igniting the keys in, the engine of hate they try to build, let’s yield the loving shield. And more than do that, fight back with heart and art in our field. What does it mean, to be God? That is so seen on this sod. We walk on, I won’t talk long, to sum it up I think we all God. We from the cup of holy water, the strife of life ain’t soly slaughter, even if we whiff and see, we fucking sucking up with the, destruction in many cases, abduction, plenty traces. We still do so good, will through the could, would, should, we good! I was just thinking out ‘bout my sinking, I was seeing it at that time. She my only partner, now that I left I’m a lonely wanderer. I was just thinking, I really ain’t sinking, at that my prime. Is here so clear at the present, my dear I fear that the pleasant. Will disappear, this a fear that I know it will go. And to land where we started, we hand the departed a place in our heart then, my art when I leave, it will still stay, they may still go grieve. But this bliss I weave, this shit ain’t brief, it stick in our belief. That is the truth, this is that youth to old that must be told. My soul is never sold, I stroll forever, bold.

The Truth Remix (DJ sleepyyy mix)

Lyrics:

Wake Up in the morning, shower, shit, shave.

Wake Up at crack of dawning, let get it, pave.

My road to success, bless the power in me.

Wake Up, take up, all this total tempting.

I’m emptying, all that tower over my good ass heart and soul.

I fly sky high like hemp be on ya body, stroll

Down the town, I’m gaudy in that shit I wear.

Sports jerseys and shorts, courtesies of Mitchell And Ness, my pitch, you’ll guess correct, my life a change up, I share my rare air wit’ more than just the shoe pair, I do care, and trust, I know these greedy companies profit, off of human cries, stop it, we need to stop it, so as fly as Gucci is, A Hype won’t, do try this, see, tripping over clothing anyway is such stupid moping, bro, touch Earth, much worth ain’t even in ya, no matter what data in ya oathing, we a grain of sand, it sane to hand the people facts cause the steep hill to max out ya style, will still leave a relative-ly unseen smile, life is a beach, and I don’t mean a pussy, I can’t seem to get it anyway, gushy, been a pushy dude who ‘tude beam mushy, but when heart broken I start choking, deep downward spiral, I’m a hero, this is true, but as the sun set, I look at what I amass wit’ the planet, grain of sand, but hey, what be ya goal though? I do the best that I can, man that a full go. I spew to jest, to confess, who on this is me? No one, unique and I peak, on this land I see. Yeah, other lands too, grands through the discovery, but as flawed and marred as this endeavor we, be on, we can fix it, don’t wanna have it see, gone, let’s all unite, mix shit up for the perfect cup of potion, smooth like lotion, sooth the ocean, the stars, the roads of cars, the codes of ours, we can unite it, why fight it? Peace, yes, all of this … if we just Wake Up.

Wake Up (Prod. Sc00T)

Lyrics:

I’ll open ya intellect like a window, roping my center ‘fect into ya brain, glow start to ensue, when you, feely the silly passion, see the milli makers a chilly cash in kinda takers, these is not just some fake blurs, fend for ya rights, and, more the plights begin, the fights within grow too, I know you wanna just think about battling ya bullies, but what ‘bout been tattling, rattling ya soul, this, is ya own, ya cold as a stone, fold and go blown, crashing out, lashing out, letting others getting to discovers, hell, this hovers overs where ya dwell, a cell, is ya sorta pleasure from up to down, crap is found in the yard of ya mental house, from sky to ground, why we frown? Cause this been foul, arouse the Lord, hoping for more sword to fend off demons, I took the stab, as semens we wasn’t booked as drab, cooked and grub, for the hell hole we fell full, the demon took and grab the sword away and word, okay, he took a stab, I fall to my feet, all is delete in my head but redrum, dead from my sweet, smile style to the pile of the accolades, this shit getting starker and darker, pack yo shades. I hearken to the escapades of all this who shares, what truth, that tough, to go know and ya can miss who cares, for what matters, that shatters my whole silly, this is just a must for me to be truly gory, I’m null, I’m hilly, at random occurrences, I feel top, he’ll never drop, never ever flop, a plan from … what am I doing? Damn.

What Am I Doing? (Prod. Sc00t)

Lyrics:

Tales from a fictional killer who knows deep down he needs to change.

Pack a clip in the gun, I’m ripping for fun, I’m back, dipping ya son from this life that begun, so cold, the knife cut hit, it go mold, have it way through ya capillaries, yo, sold! I’m oh so bold, told to make a killing, but they meant save the day, not popping bodies, take my illing, as a weakness, now how can I beat this, I vow what’ll never happen in battle is heat miss. Greatness, that what embody me, fate is, having him shotty thee. As in, ya gaspin’ for more air, mass sin, stuff limbs in the trash bin. Pass grin, but it bluff, through the Timbs and tough, ‘tude, this dude lashin’ out cause doubt is rough, on the heart like, is this really the power? I gotta start like, dart from this silly devour.

And when I say “need”, yes, it’s a “want” … you don’t “need” to do anything … just be prepared for the repercussions then! Okay …

Change My Ways (Prod. Sc00t)

Lyrics:

Yoooo, my name is A Hype, I’m a mentally ill mother fucker, but that’s just a long story short. Haha.

Welcome to the Song Wars, hitting like carnivores is this don of sorts, and c’mon my joints I toss is this boss shit, you really think you fucking wit’ me, I cross shit, o’vo’ like AI, stay fly, he be, top spitter, drop litter pics than the tricks who fed up, I keep my head up, for better days that be coming. I get the cheddar, but the results that at me summon, cause of my drumming up good biz, this is like humming, peaceful tunes strewns in to my ear, here I’m running shit, that mean more than any seen, money, yeah, I’m funny, and in time a granny, oops I meant grandpa, but the point is this, when I’m old, stanzas, still bold, loops of my diss, to the groups who poor piss and didn’t want the rights, I see you cheap motherfuckers, now peep the slights, I’m deep in nights, thinking how I vow to change the world, A Hype, he may trip o’vo’ a strange girl, who get ‘em in a trance by chance, my stance to rearrange world, gotta get back on that, no slack on stack that plaque of records of bringing the real back, ya feel attack then it directed at you, singing my praises might take mo’ than a few days’es, but I rake mo’ props in through the poppings of frothing off at the mouth when I spew my click bait, fuck that, bitch, get ya shit straight, enrich the mind and find a sick strain to engage in, I mean sick as in good, not this raging, I been flicking the wood, fire guaging, and I don’t mean Swisher Sweets, except my three point shot, I’m good, so when I then old, cold, ire, aging, bitch, sure these paths I meets will be ill, sick as in physical, the wraths of this is ill ‘til death, but what I anoint got to be the realest, if I drop a seed, he indeed follow, his dreams, I know why go create more memes, hollow, for teams to prank me on, I hate the way I sank and con, from pro, numb glow I gotta light it back, pouring my heart out in this plight of wack, soaring and start out how I hope it land, I could mope and stand a useless hand and refuse this grand prize but fuck it, how is this in ya eyes? Yeah, do I fill ya bucket?

In Ya Eyes (Prod. wizardpem) (mixed by Whirley)

Lyrics:

I drop in, get it poppin’ like ears on a plane, dope, been through the moping through fears that strain. Years of pain, tears I gain, here’s the thang, there’s a way to maintain, be you, see through, the fake, ya make this shit so difficult, when ya sniff a ‘volting scent of a person that don’t repent. Won’t be bent o’vo shit to learn from, ya gotta yearn some, stay away from the slum of these measly sly peeps, creeps come dumb in so many forms, plenty bombs worsen then blow up when you don’t go sow up who you dealing wit’, healing, shit that does a lot, ‘cause the thought is this, you won’t be tricked again, through thick and thin, who’s there for you? That what matter, chatter aight but what better? The might of sight, walk the walk, talk the talk is one thing, I done sling some thought process, I got to know this, a lot through my growings.

Yeah.

And you’re not fucking with me if your shit is fake. I know what I rep, kindness that take. Years of gears being churned, here’s to the yearned, pursuit of more than sure loot, taking a risk, step ya prep up, plan ya span out long, they may doubt strong, but they ain’t that on, like you, I psych you out through my risk taking, slinging my thing in this world like disc playing, frisbee slaying.

Get It Poppin' (Prod. sytokene)

Lyrics:

O, yo, here we go bro. It’s the duel of the night, here’s the rule of the fight. And as cruel as it might, sound we fuel off the fright. The loser, existence perish, so with, persistence cherish. Every last gasp, we is, way past clasp. On to, a vast grasp, till we, nast rasp. It’s the ending, I’m sending your ass to amass trending. Status, permanent hiatus, add up like lattice class blending. Maths with wraths, blood baths, I’ve traveled through the mud paths. Got it out, shout lit clout, to my knowing, fly flowing. Ding in the ring, can’t cling but can swing. For more harm, arm being put in a sling. Shuttin’ the fling away from my mind, it’s a bind. Find focus to go fuss it up, fuck being kind. I’m signed to a death match, breath hatch the fresh air. Soon there won’t be any sent, just the scent of the flesh there.

It’s the duel of the night, here’s the rule of the fight. And as cruel as it might, sound we fuel off the fright.

It’s the duel of the night, here’s the rule of the fight. And as cruel as it might, sound we fuel off the fright.

It’s the duel of the night, here’s the rule of the fight. And as cruel as it might, sound we fuel off the fright.

It’s the duel of the night, here’s the rule of the fight. And as cruel as it might, sound we fuel off the fright.

Duel Of The Night (Re-Recording) (Prod. house finch)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Relax, make the stacks, don’t focus on my dopest plaques. Get ya own, set in stone, nah you create and innovate. Your future, sure nurture it or it go to shit. Hit making, get baking up heat, wassup beat. Yeah, I’m gon’ set ya on flame. Bet ya lames wit’ shit games have no claims. Like me, my mic be the source. Of course, I force command, the land is mine. Fine, I don’t take it just for me. I make it for glory, for us all, cuss all. Out who doubt, bout to pout is the hater. Shoutout Button Maker, cuttin’ major share to ya. Wager 	of what go thru ya, a lot, I got a shot. I’ll shoot, we mute but go through a lot. Blow you been through, men who has harassed. Ya ass, massed harm, arm debater hate like crater. And blast they ass, past they ass we go. We know, the stares here’s and there’s are deadly. Steadily I keep readily my own weapon. Steppin’ to me truly is chainsaw trepan. Main awe kept in my rhymes, but times have changed. Arranged against my dense, hence why I can fall. Man, all of my shit get complex. My mom flex I’m peaceful, until I kill and cease you’ll. Be, see me, I got a lot of fire. Dire, hah, bitch what the fuck I’m on. Song, oh yeah, well hell to it, true shit. Lazy, maybe, crazy, hey we. All can be, man we, shout out the Maker. Taker, of the real, y’all go n know the deal.

Stares (Re-Recording) (Feat. Button Maker) (Prod. Button Maker)

Lyrics:

The break thru, make you, do this. Take who a snake knew, true is. The blinded, rewinded, me minded so yo they can’t win. Chant sin all you want. Y’all do taunt me with the flaunt. Bro, ima leave y’all ghost, host a boast, but ya toast and can’t haunt. It’s the hype man, type span to reach forever. Preach more clever ways to amaze, then teach or sever. Depending on the student, I’m prudent when needed. Then exceeded times for rhymes, I’ve weeded. Out no doubt, now check this shit. Is lit stanza worth, a bonanza birth. Of the next star, flex far with muscle and hustle, up the new era, few dare a. Guy to fly that way, the gat may strike, like Mike psych, no one like 23, as plenty see. But wait, what if LeBron the GOAT? What we on is they don’t want him to float. They want his boat in the moat, it’s called hating. As for this song if it’s a 1/10 rating. Give me your reason, I ain’t gon’ change like a season. But I ain’t gon’ act strange and label it treason. I’m able to ease in, now let’s gamble. On if the don is able to scramble. Out this mess, bless me yes. For I wonder why I live with stress. Eh, whatever, but never cross me. Or else I toss the, feeling we dealing. I’m brutal, time fruitle when I’m out to attack. Ya wack ass, back mass up, yup, it’s a lot. The hot verses, nah, the curses, yah. I’m aggravated, bag the hated, and ship ‘em, dip them. Into the venue when you 6 feet deep. Mix heat steep up the stairs, from the lairs. To the top of the castle, you treat n’ beat, hip hop with facile. Well hell then send you down, to the dungeon, you a plungin’. Living shit, giving it to any mother fucker. Who wanna battle, that’ll be a loss for any other sucker. I’m hungry like Steve, lung dry this eve. As I grieve, my organs failing, perhaps yer raps of Captain Morgan’s sailing. Down your tongue, was when you’re young. I can’t drink like this no mo’ so yo. What the fuck, I’m just typing. What comes to my head, sums the dead sniping. Of me, love the feeling when ceiling is the roof? Jordan, the lord in you ain’t true there, here is this oof. Poof, magic tragic tale, set sail, get fail when again you wail. I’m a master of escalating faster, yes my grating plaster. Can't heal all, y’all is cray cray. Way way you say say shit it may may. Be stupid, Cupid struck, but forgot to add the fuck. I hardly get a boner, or even wet cause I’m a loner.

Break Thru (Re-Recording) (Prod. blissraineternl)

Lyrics:

Beep-Boop-Bop, take it from the top, I’m a mother fucking robot, I go plot destruction, no hot discussion, they think it’s just nothing, boom! Then abduction, I ain’t bluffing, boom! Abduction of the thinking part, now it just mindless cussin’, spineless bustin’, when ya mad ya be thrustin’, ya tool at the fool that ya claim to leave the name of John Doe, cause ya on ready set go timing, to leave his family grieving, you ain’t playing any swaying, the cops on ya case, props to the pace, fast life, the chase, past life I lace, good deeds I do, cause now the Yin, could bleeds into, the Yang, my bang is sin, mindless, the bind this is, is mine, this, is when I leave ‘em wit’ no smart, to report back the danger, brain rot, and stranger, things have happened, but I’m perhaps the most deadly, I gain lot of attention steadily, and a quick ascension, when I trick a mention, into response detention, they torturing they self, they torturing they health, the chance they out troll me, nada, I’m a scholar, rolling, middle finger up, it’ll linger up, swole in not weights, but I got baits, to be more taken, this brain rot, is forsaken, to those who chose to knows better, gain lot of knowledge, you can do it, not just in college, but the youth ain’t clever, it’s a crazy thing, we became a lazy being, the shame of it all, I love my own fall.

Think About That.

Brain Rot (Prod. Traphouse)

Lyrics:

You know, I think it’s time, nah fuck it, I know it’s time, yeah. I got the Luck Of The Irish on my side. Haha.

Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.

Luck Of The Irish, got it on my side, like an inner tube, I’m down to ride, I’m a winner dude, I’m a don who glide, pure ethics, joy to the world, each breath gets, passed over every blink of the eye, I could be, half assed over and vary wit’ my reply, some from the heart, some numb and drab, I think I come to start to understand the power of gab, more and more, and also for sure to homage, versus plunder land, take what others make, I vow now to be calmish, on the biting, then again my friend when ya this unique, critique and slighting, is hard to decipher, my God, A Hype so Hyper, the type to strike like a riper viper, I’m the pied piper, this is my tune, fuck it, my wish, it finally came true, Luck Of The Irish.

Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.

Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.
Luck Of The Irish.

Luck Of The Irish (Intro) (Prod. Sc00t)

Lyrics:

Got the racks like estrogen, but it ain’t about those stacks, uh, yes it been! My reply, this is if I sold my soul, that’s fictionary, but one dose can have ran o’vo’ yo goal, to fix the destination, planet Earth, I’m a mix of sensation ya get from laughing at my worth, to then again realizing that man, lit, birth new styles, that ain’t fictionary, I read in the Dictionary, word all day, wan’ see me gon’ go head and spit this picture clearly? Heard all A, do is spit the same, mother fucker, this my game, my meaning seen in brain, I don’t need punchlines to gain, I crunch spines, but not others, it really me, if silly me what bothers, you, fuck you, I’m a just do me, suck two nuts and a dick, I got guts, just trust me. Hand a clique (click) that needed key, to make it go, the gusto of me, I look up to Kendrick, what I took up they can pick, fun at, but I done done that; and in this game, I is flame, I run that.

I Run That (Prod. big babybagg)

Lyrics:

I’m thinking with my, dick

Sinking cause I, stick

Each and every, trick

I reach a heavy, clique

Why you gonna, judge?

Off the words I, does

Laugh it off and, stop the buzz, ya cuss and try to nudge

Me to another, place

I even see my brother, face

Can’t believe A Hype done did it, please erase

They say my shit uncomfortable, like knees to face, knocking molar out, it get polar out here in this, mother fucking space

Just tryna bring some, joy

To each guy and gal, girl and boy

I’m a kid at, heart

Immature from the, start

Still got my morals, though

Those are your pals, bro?

Side wit’ Trump? No!

Fuck that lump, yo

The way to be a, man

Ya stay up on ya, plan

As long as you ain’t hurting and targeting, you sporting that marketing ya self health, to do what bring ya pleasure, I found sound is mine, this is my fine leisure

Crazy Absurd Gab (Prod. popmos)

Lyrics:

Fuck Instagram!
Fuck Instagram!
Fuck, Instagram!

Fuck Instagram!
Fuck Instagram!
Fuck, Instagram!

How many times have you been shadow banned, over stupid ass shit, it like a widow, planned? Not, did not expect to lose ya partner, I lost my main Instagram account, does the heart carry on, yes, vary on, not this, I’d be alive if for drinks I drank hot piss, ya got this? But me thinks my heart sank when saw, shadow banned, had no manned up reinforcement, of course sent up to be the replacement, I’m an innocent fellow, bitch, when I sent “Hello!”, double texting my ex, I felt guilt, fuck needing it assigned, I did my own ass to belt, wilt under pressure, and mass assessing that situation too, I’m sorry former boo, the wonder was fresher, the wonder of love, with you but ya doing ya thing, I gotta shove us out the way, now as I was about to say, the lined up next in line, was none, and by the way, my text was fine, to some scenario, but don’t hit ya ex up, a that dumb, some scary show, now, past the double texting, the trouble next in line I didn’t know would be this, I guess I shouldn’t show, that I’m a mentally ill, mother fucker, I been silly but on the real, I need other lover, smother in the cover, yeah mother fucker, I put out I didn’t wanna be alive mother fucker, I wouldn’t say that if my strive mother fucker was the vibe mother fucker, I needed to bribe a mother fucker, or whatever that means, to get this shit stress off my chest, best what beens, hard self image, I guard and shelf my image, from me looking a lot cause when I does I’m shook and I got, ashamed of me, the gamed ass system played me, allure of chasing fame, be sure to be wasting aim, tasting name Rep was game prep for more passion, until it turn to ashes, now I learn this fashion of burn out, like matches, but yeah, I shared shit to my IG story, I got shadow banned mother fucker, is this what ya planned? Mother Zucker! Ya bitch ass mother fucker, rich class go pucker up for the reporter, like Tom Tucker. They should really call you out more on ya shit, I could really sprawl you out more on ya shit. Have ya limbs playing Twister, then stomp ya in some Timbs, at the Pfister, Hotel, ya know well it in my town, and if not, ya don’t know how we get down, moral of the story, Mother Zucker a bitch, quarrel gon’ be gory.

Fuck Instagram!
Fuck Instagram!
Fuck, Instagram!

Fuck Instagram!
Fuck Instagram!
Fuck, Instagram!

Ohhhh wait … my account isn’t shadowbanned anymore … another day in the life of A!

Fuck Instagram (Prod. Traphouse)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

First off, fuck cancer, we need a cure, no luck answer, a sure cure, succeed and more or, less get rid of this stress on the bodyness, A Hype the type to oddly diss, cause I been so kind, but when yo mind spot something off, ya wanna red dot it all, I’m not dumb, bring ya scoff for the shit I call, out, but fuck racists and Neo-Nazi’s, fuck Nazi’s in general, fuck facists, we know I sees, people hating all types, fuck Zionists, who y’all snipes, bombs, grenades, the innocent people, Free Palestine, how can I be calms wit’ the shades of evil ya spent on, ya scent on a devil level, the way ya shit stank, I get rank from saying it how it is, but let think about what we spraying into the air, not just displaying it to be so fair, do you call it how it is for you? Or true equality you do pursue? Fake activists, a real disease, take facts and justs, use it for own gain as they please, I lead by action, we need the traction, of love for all religions, races, respectings, the bitchings, from faces, who ain’t be acceptings, they traces, of a hell soul, don’t have to be this way though, tell me what ya goal is, wit’ hating wit’ ya fullness, that rating other paths, use that time to climb ya own paths, the wraths of the degrading and the hating, crazy how now we fell fo’ the baiting, online shading, you don’t want the fade in real terms, but what ya feel, germs telling you to be yelling through the DM’s, the steel make ya squirms, why did i get in this position, rich bitch profit, laugh it off, the mission, profit off the fighting, we need to be inciting, unity and make the rich bitch pay for impunity, switch! Hitch the hate I say to anyone, hate is evil period, a myriad of many done in souls lost, the goals cost is your future, not saying this is the culture, but just watch ya soul, sure?

Spaidez Hype (Feat. Spaidez) (Prod. Maz G)

Lyrics:

Stanzas on my canvas, I’m the painter. Through my hue of blue lenses, I see the greater, type of Hype in the cyph’, er, for sure top rater, I drop later, ‘til then, I’m chilling wit’ this as a snippet, drip got, no stainer, just banger, go getter, must hang a, bove, wit’ what I love, the classics, same convos as those mass picks, for the best of all time, I’m, a silly story just waiting for you to climb, up on for the climax, then realize my facts are rapping ‘bout … rapping. Well what I tell ain’t capping! That’s the truth, rats! Ya tooth outta line, ya don’t gotta mine, so I guess to this the explainer, is this is, where you do strainer, to find the right kind of bend that shape ‘em in place, like in face, a retainer. Umm … where was I going? Oh yes, I do bless my grin wit’ a better spin. Nah … oh yes, who this is pertaining to in the retaining? I meant my brainer, it keep deep in the chamber, lessons I’ve learned, blessings I’ve burned, but I’ll smile as I get back quick like jet pack, or slow go, but bet that smack that I’ve gotten, I deserved, for being rotten, fleeing, spotting what I thought I sought, right? Caught in a mid life crisis, aight? Bought a bid that I just, wish I never ever dish myself into, why this path? And ya, I may go loco mo’ fo’ sho’, fuck it, where am I going with this?

Where Am I Going With This (Prod. sibot)

Lyrics:

Uh, it’s time to get it started. Regardless of who charted, I’m the hardest. Putting words together that I tether like the smartest, internal rhyme like the R just came back and spark this, marvelous, inferno I’m spitting is lit and targets, any enemies who pretend to be good hearted, this is the way of A, he slay? Aww yes! I’m blowing like I’m doing some smelly shit, I farted. Ya really get me departed when ya barred this, bliss I be bringing, now me swinging out this scarred pissed, attitude, I ain’t gat a dude but dare I must? Nah, but I’m saying, what I’m spraying hit like a stark difference, from frolicing flowers, here come some iller killer showers, my rage way out the gauge, I burn like sage, turn that page of love to bro sick in the head powers, I dread cowards, I know I am, so now absurds behavior I’m on, can’t stand myself for so long, plant in hand the lyrical gat, aim the hysterical at, me, gladly, that be me sad spree, fuck it, I’m mad though at y’all today, suck it, muh’ fuck it, I’m out for blood, ducking is no use, I will find you, remind you I go Juice up my brain, maintain the Bishop, get the reference, if not, ya got to catch up, watch up, freestyling in the hallway, me wilding cause I wasn’t getting all play, my cousin does acting, maybe that in fact in, what I need fo’ relaxing, heed to the max in, chilling, but what I illing is beyond the goned real in what left, I crept past the line and mine is willing, to be killing, don’t end up like me, my mic be … fuck it, go talk to me on IG, why me? Cause I does see, the real shit, ya wanna deal wit’ it, try D-M-ing, the thing on ya phone, I’m prone to not answer but a hot chancer is the one, to have done, follow me back, hollow, see wack in my heart, I’m wack hearted, back to where we there be started, fuck it I done did outed, myself, my health I’ve really doubted.

Yeah.

Bad Health But Good Rapping (Prod. nai korris)

Lyrics:

Stay Strong And Unite.

Yeah, I just wanna be a prophet, but no pandering, I ain’t anybody’s puppet, I could be meandering around the found topic, but I’m a predicts new facts to get to dropping, the tropic will keep going, global warming deep doing, unless we confess the harming we done doing, the frontal lobal showing dunce, once we rid of that, we can be leaving better future for the kids intact, I’m weaving letter by letter together to go spur on in rap, a way up out this crap, now back to the prop-het, we gon’ get albums banned from playing, cause Free Speech that they preach they wanna be delaying, evading if it ain’t fit they propaganda, these so called made men, are just paid man, trust me they ain’t made men, Elon laid ten women plus, we gon’ get ya bro, hit ya bro, not me, yo, but I know there ones out there to hit ya up, split ya up, wanna ban this, cause man, this is some shit that tough to swallow? Follow me now, power to the people, ya can chant ya hollow, we vow to tower over that evil, ya can’t stop us united, who slighted the working class and beyond, not to say twerking ass is bad either, let people be, as long as they ain’t on hurting others, this game did tether on a slippery slope already, but internet done did it heavy, pain and yes, it tripping me steady, I mope and my slope down hilly, fuck it all, my outlook I’m ‘bout, book it to my gall I have to call out the ones who wanna destroy, they toy as I try to save the world by being me, seeing we ain’t deity, grain of sand in beach, there, ya pick my mind, I hope it click when ya find, my brain I hand will reach.

Stay Strong And Unite.

Stay Strong And Unite (Prod. Otm.)

Lyrics:

Yo, why is A Hype so impulsive, why do I try to stay alive when I be dim, alls I’ve, ever wanted was to be never daunted by fame, but now what I vow to stay away from has haunted my name, why I come to my senses and then dispense this, preaching to friends when I ain’t reaching my ends, why do I hide the fact that I came out, I was questioning mentioning that, but at a time my aim out, here was to transition, and now that I say that will still these mans listen, why the world gotta be so homophobic and why unfurled is this life just a strife, we go pick, all the struggles and it doubles, cause hate breed hate, why we need fate to change and rearrange, straight, up, I ask, why is this wassup? We mask feels cause we wanna trend on IG Reels, why me chills when I could and should prolly get to poli-ticking cause the system is dicking down the ‘tism, as someone who autistic, it cool to make fun of it, the numb one become one who see a fool go run that shit, that’s why I need to split from the jokers of all slurs, y’all blurs of pokers of bears shows ya does not cares, and I say bears cause there’s a beast wit’ in, that’ll battle ya, rattle ya, at least shut the fuck up ya spittin’, why do I manifest, but when it come time to act, I panic stressed, why am I’m in fact alive, why do I attack my life, why won’t I get a wife, why do I state so much about myself, why do I hate so such about my health, why are we even here, why dare we even care, the liars manufacture the fires to keep us in despair, the air, the impacture of breathing in, chemicals we been, we animals in sin, why pretend that we end up mattering, more for sure than any other mammal, we scattering, for resources the same, we endorses this game, we a damn fool in the grand scheme that hand meme to a lame, making life just one big fucking joke, I gotta lotta sucking I do to get to rope, myself to try to get to the top, slippery slope, I mope cause what I does ain’t me, I wanna choke, hip hop ripping me apart, from the heart, when I start to look at this shit as more than just the art, why did I stray from what I came to say, why did ya play the same ol’ game we play? May, I even ask you that, is ya gonna either mask the fact, or blast my ass, ya front like ya way past my class, let shunt that shit to the side, the true equality ride, is a fallacy, side wit’ ya own behavior, these companies and Hollywood, they ain’t ya savior. From the knees we pray, hoping for a golly good better day, I ain’t first just cause I’m the letter A. So disagree, it okay to have discussion, to navigate through this hate, rather have a concussion.

Why?

Why (Prod. Traphouse)

Lyrics:

I’m so random.
I’m so random.
I’m so random.
Yeah, check it,

I treat critics like Mookie Betts, I dodge ya (Dodger), eat dicks, ya dookie sets are stodge the, way they stay in my belly, the aftertaste, crazy repulsive, A be convulsive, capture a giggle, chase it down wit’ a riddle, what get wet while drying, I been known, I own a towel … I speak in vowel, fuck it, without vowel, psst, cyst, I have some cysts, pimples all over, but yet I pave the lists of on a whim, tales ya would’t expect, next fact, my style fly like owl, it simples all over, smile be surface level, nah, there a purpose within my level, I’m a myth, been at large, my lifestyle that I’m in charge of, above nobody else, I just bust it out like a gaudy puss amount, to count the pimples I’ve popped, a lot, I stopped then that ‘tude i got, rude, I dropped it, now ugly in front of ladies, where am I going wit’ this, get his ass off Mercedes, and I could mean I’m in time driving a mean lean car that ya seen star, shine in, still not fine, man, gotta get some assistance, for instance, the worry shit I need dispensings, I hurry shit up, I don’t scurry at all, so it don’t fit like, the cleansings of my mouth, teeth so crooked, the grief when they looked, is massive, I got agression, whether or not passive, I better get my shit together, this is so off the chain, but hey, in what way, maybe I’m just off the lane, the wide path one, I ride wrath, not fun, but got one goal, my soul gon’ follow the narrow one, I heard a word from Blu, true, it meant for us, I strike like an arrow path down and go to town on what I stand fo’, yo.

I'm So Random (Prod. Traphouse)

Me And Steve Harvey Was Hungry (Prod. Mark Jones)

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