2Pac - Until The End Of Time (Johnny J Version)

50 Cent - Ghetto Qu'ran (Power Of The Dollar Album)

Lyrics:

Consider this as a lyrical exercise, hysterical and produced by Rich Bri. Bitch I’ve, influenced the spruce sky, I’ve been live on a jive, looking for the benefits, cooking more, until it quits. Heating beats, sweet in feats and y’all know man, I also can, make a Whopper go down so tasty, I don’t waste it, I lace lit, not dumb complacent with one patty. I wanna triple whopper, I’m gonna skip and hop for, it, shit, I’d call the BK King daddy, if it means getting them greens, letting them phone screens, see me in my zone, beings gotta watch it, me review the food, a mood is good, top notch shit, we may bring large in charge onion rings too, them things cool, links rule too, sausage links, of course then drinks, I drink soy milk, the joy feel so real and chill, think, oh, I gotta lotta other shit to get too, let start off wit’ this dude! Hate to be truly rude, but bait is a thang to you, that I just can’t chant I do the same, I knew the lame name game would, could be thrown my way, but I say, I still ill not having sex yet, my next bet, if I had to guess when, is 2026, no tricks, next question. Who do I … wait you wanna ask, why I hate getting to bask, in her and sir sex at last? I won’t mask my answer, the task I’m a dancer, around not anymore, the sound of it sure do soar, in my internal thinking, but I don’t want maternal drinking, thinking, why did I have this! I’m glad this, isn’t causing me to look fo’ porn, took mo’ scorn for that though that going on Hub, flowing I dub, as a rub of sensation, now fuck it, let me get the next nation, question off, why do you scoff at … wait that can wait, I was gonna say, who do I support in sport. I wanna stay loyal, royal, but not Kansas City, in baseball the case y’all is the Brewers, and even though my stanzas witty, I don’t wanna lead a chase to heed the race long to find who I support in song. It’s the Brewers, the cures to my ails are Yelich tales. I relish fails from the Cubs, they a playa buncha scrubs. My hunch is this, the Brewers gonna get Uecker a title, if not I’m a be a puker on recital. Haha this is vital, I know I’m a Red Sox fan too, can you be better Mr. Henry and the ownership? This a groaner whiplash you giving us when ya dip, crash out Mookie Betts and others while we see the Mets, can still pay, to this day, we can still pay, you won’t though, oh, okay. I like in the NBA, the Milwaukee Bucks, and back to sex, it ain’t complex, my talking fucks. Cause it so smooth to hear, I prove I move everywhere ya hear me, listened to across the globe, the strobe is on me, so only a lonely virgin by physical, by ear I fear my splurigin’ is critically huge, I rock shock like this, my mic is sliding like the luge on these beats I heats the cooch. But back to it, I support the Hawks, ya knew it, from my jacket to the racket I serve, but no, Nadal at all, shout out tennis though, I’m a menace fo’ the up net play, what up, you wanna play? Bet, ayy, I gonna win, wanna try, you gonna die, on a fly I smash ya shit. Crash it, wit’, the power bash, the tower trash, I just made that said shit up, yup. Who’s my fav sav’ football team, I root for the call to the hall for err’ Packer dream of it, I love it, but I want another coveted trophy, to go free the debate, who the best, Steelers are squealers, 6 super bowls? We have 13 titles, soon 14, I sure mean that shit, ya get it? The finals of the football recitals belong to the long best test of this game, the rest is lame, fuck the Chi Town Bears, I clown there’s, never ever, 4,000 yard passer, your housin’ scarred is this answer for any Bears fan, I cancel, the ass of whoever wanna ask next, my task gets done, Rich Bri I switch my, focus onto this project, I go checked up in this bitch 100, they wondered about the duo. We on flame, spawn game but that already steady you know.

Lyrical Exercise (Prod. Rich Bri)

Lyrics:

Uh, looking fresh as fuck like in a tux. Living life lavish, living lux. Laughing at the gaffe from way back when. Now we ballin’, never fallin’, man. This shit really feeling like a dream. I never ever would’ve been a meme. But now I’m going viral on the scene. Viral you and I know, be the thing.

Spyro on the haters, bring the flame. I go super psycho, hyper name. I’m the rhyming don up in this game. Wild cat that you can never tame. File at my local working place. Style that is so dope wit’ the grace. When I get home I then record. For sure my fam they want more. I go get it each and every day. Doing this is just the A Hype way. Doing this is just the A Hype way. Ayy, yeah.

Uh, looking fresh as fuck like in a tux. Living life lavish, living lux. Laughing at the gaffe from way back when. Now we ballin’, never fallin’, man. This shit really feeling like a dream. I never ever would’ve been a meme. But now I’m going viral on the scene. Viral you and I know, be the thing.

Raise, raise ya hands up.
Raise, raise ya hands up.
Raise, raise ya hands up.
Raise, raise ya hands up.

Yup, do you ever wanna see success? Yes ya got it in ya pocket, bless. The soul for giving us a fucking life. The goal for living up in all this strife? You get to pick and choose what ya use. I set and pick my views and my dues. I gonna pay and gonna slay ‘em now. Watch me mother fucker, I go wow. Simple ass rhythm where I hit ‘em. Popping like ya wit’ ‘em when they get ‘em. I’m talking walking when ya see ya foe. And we fighting, that ain’t right in all I know. But if you really silly, wanna show. You got that hot fight up in ya yo. Let this be the tune that ya play. Get this over wit’, let go slay. And I’m sure that ya know this ayy. But doing this is just the A Hype way. Doing this is just the A Hype way. Ayy, yeah.

Uh, looking fresh as fuck like in a tux. Living life lavish, living lux. Laughing at the gaffe from way back when. Now we ballin’, never fallin’, man. This shit really feeling like a dream. I never ever would’ve been a meme. But now I’m going viral on the scene. Viral you and I know, be the thing.

Raise, raise ya hands up.
Raise, raise ya hands up.

Raise, wait a fucking minute, what the fuck is going on here man.

Aight, lemme try to hit this.

M Hawk, him talk and y’all better listen. I see them walk by, ya dim, I hawk fly the way my vision soar, I’d listen to him more or less, yes, you gotta hear that this just in, Max speaking facts on the next song, err’ time I get a text from him, I know it could be a long, night at the gym in, we light up when we start hittin’, gettin’ no look passes in, swimmin’ in these masses, when we get up in ya ear clear, my ass is just bragging though, so I’m a treat it like in the cafeteria, I’m bagging dough. That’s a real ranking yo, I feel a spanking fo’, any sucka fucka like a tyke who wanna sink and go, tryna contest, honestly ya see don’t mess with M Hawk. We above the rim like Birdie, I love the gym so when ya, oh fuck forget it, ya heard me, just get that across. And Bri the guy so fly, a boss like an albatross.

Living Lux (Prod. Rich Bri)

Lyrics:

Never pushed weight, I don’t even really workout. But I’ll leave you in a hushed state if you wanna chirp out. I’m ‘bout that raw talent, my jaw gallant but if I have to, I’ll scrap dude, with the rap food for thought, I’ve bought stock in myself, I’m coppin’ a wealth, my perk isn’t my clout, it’s more of an irk actually, factually they may pout if you believe in self health and wanna boast it, to myself anywho I’m toasting. But enough of the stuff of bragging on, I’ve got a lot to talk about in this bagging song. Not bagging as in dragging grocery items, I mean what seen as dough fo’ the mind, my kind I got ‘em. Spot ‘em like iSpy, my fly technique ya can’t critique, keeping myself ahead of 6 feet deep. Tryna speak it in me, that confi-dence, I’m on the-fence when it comes to the slums of shit, that bitten me, forbidden me, from the light I fight to see, repetition in a cycle, step to hittin’ out this doubt hole, I know I gotta swing for past the dense fence and hit a homer, bloom a gorgeous flower for us all, to call, the power when ya have the gall, to stand up to others, fuck ‘em, they may be your people brothers, as we all are human, but you can shut the fuck up, at times, that rhymes, yeah that what I suck up to, true to who, I wanna be, no mo’ letting other sucker fuckers control me, the goal ya see is to be truly myself indeed. And though the bag on my mind I find I don’t mean greed. Sucka.

Yeah, that’s that sucka shit. Greed.

I’m not tryna make dough just to take slow, all I bake this cake fo’, I mean treats on these beats. I don’t wanna eat not complete in the soul, and no I don’t push weight, that ain’t what the cake fo’, I rake in what leaves, it heaves my stomach quakin’ as they tricks roll up in me like sleeves, I gotta let what fall go, y’all know I ain’t playing games, and this time I fucking mean it, I seen shit haunt me forever, you’re never gonna get out. Unless you fucking change, keep that mentality the same, the game is the game, sometimes you don’t rearrange unless ya want fatality, shit is the way it is, adapt yeah but ya capped yeah if ya wanna fucking complain, about this shit like there ain’t rules to this dumb thang. I maintain when I follow a spoken something. Find meaning cause if not, you got nothing. Life is what ya make it, I’ve shaking off that rule. And made me a played free fall out fool. Yo, fuck what they say, A may be cray but at least he a beast who know the way.

Yeah, that’s that sucka shit. Greed.

Yeah, that’s that sucka shit. Greed.

Yeah, that’s that sucka shit. Greed.

Don’t fall for it. Keep the rules the rules. Keep it. Lessons I’m peeping myself. Not apologizing for shit.

Hard Lessons (Prod. Rich Bri)

Lyrics:

Looking at the sky, it is clear blue. That is all I see as I be way past my rearview. This is a tear through, the year new, a grand brand 365, everytime I wake up and take up all that truly I’ve, wanted to do, I knew you might or might not, fight for my write jot, to be heard or slighted, is it a bird? Is it a plane, no mane it’s heighted, A Hype oh so fly high from the high my, senses have emerged in, cleanse this hate ya holdin’, dense is what ya urge in, release that shit it bulgin’, sore for more than eyes to see, life is what you make it be, take it from me, the glum be when ya get in ya own head, a zone I dread, break through and make do with touching down in ya throne, such a crown we is prone to have and not even know we do, if we could just see through, trust me dude, not to be truly rude but free you, from the can and cannots, I ran lots of span that’s not the point, whatever it is, this is the present joint. Destined to bless a message, each page of the life story. Turn as you please, learn as you choose, this is what ya make it. This ain’t sacred, this is common experience. I’m in next teary wince, gon’ look even on shook past the weary fence, I box myself in, key to locks, I free my thoughts, I shelfin’ my demons shots, fuck it, dismantling the whole structure, this handling Angel on one shoulder, while I dangle the sick prick weight like a boulder, it’s gonna end, block ‘em on sight, I wanna friend err’ one but that plight, it’ll ensue if you brittle in you, stand for causes, or you hand ya land over, no pauses, and taken advantage of, gotta block even if it come at a shock, we all want the rock, I ain’t ball hogging, I just want my share of shot, I care a lot, so I’m selfish y’all, if we didn’t look for ourselves we’d be in hell, wishing we was dishing ourselves that good mood, food for others ya smothers ya should eat that treat too, you, gotta look out for you it ain’t outlandish love, that’s how we function, and if ya health ya been self punctioning, the gumption in you can always change, I hope this dope motivation, for the nation, is y’all craze strange? The autistic rap kind? Don’t get it twisted, I got a hap’ mind, as in a lot happening, I’m dapping, myself up just for thinking of this, never sinking in piss poor mood from a whore dude, your rude won’t drop or even slightly stop the brightly crop the Captain has grew, class through, I’m that one at fun, done.

Clear Blue (Prod. Rich Bri)

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:

Ayyyy, I’m gonna goof off. I’m gonna goof off.

Step over that bitch, Allen Iverson, ya new true leader is here, the feeder of care, no need to go share your ears to any other peers, this is the best test yet, the rest ain’t set. My True Callin’ Is Ballin’, never fallin’ over into the sin walk, or no filter like gin talk. I been gawk at the non manners, I spawn planners the way you wanna change just to fit me, I say I’m gonna be strange, cause I know I does get the, willy nilly silly style I pile, go hit me. On a deep pass, I got speed. Oh shit, we playing football, indeed! Go get, a big shit and I don’t mean poop. I’m saying, I mean a big arm to throw to me, no harm, loop it back, have the knack to go throw attack. Past the defense, smash and bash the dense, cover 2 zone, it’s over, you blown by as I own my path to the Hall, who the call for? Me, cause ya see I ball more. All for the love of money, nah I ain’t Bone Thugs. I’m laid back, leaning back like those in the zone drugs, meaning that I’m just reclining and prone to no hugs. Haha, I made that up. Said that stuff to make you laugh, haha, tada, I spar wit’ my far opposites, I don’t want beef, that shit it haunt me, but yet it taunt me, so I can’t brief, sometimes I gotta kill ‘em, from chimes to painful drill ‘em, each sound can teach bound rhythm. That you know you going down, am I making you proud Rakim? I wanna be a rapper like Rakim. I wanna clap ya ass, dap ya ass, cause ya caboose is so obtuse, nice angle, and you like it! Would never ever block him. We spice it up and dangle our legs from the heights that begs. To crash, sights of pegs now our legs, wow. Who lash out? My fam, god damn Anthony, no doubt you was gon’ go pout out ‘bout that, shout of help when ya fell, but hell ya did it to ya, self. And now, welp, shelf the working limbs, peg leg cause real leg can’t feel leg, amputated. I’m irking climbs to the top and your way to do it, damn you hated how my fly glam do, rated, this as some new shit, you can’t get behind, fucked a horse from behind, it sucked of course, don’t fuck a horse. Can’t rewind that, fuck, I hate this, I made this for you, go fuck off and chew, that Jack Links, pack stinks from breath, like me if, I didn’t brush my teeth, I do brush my teeth, I crush the grief I would have if I did not, I kid a lot, I save me though cause I does the grown man show, can go, tell no cap, ain’t a Kangol. But shout out LL Cool J, he’s the man in full, been full on being hard as hell, school they, wack ass and teach ‘em a lesson, blessing of how to smack ass. Haha, I’m having fun. Fuck, A Hype is done.

Shout out Max, he’s spitting facts, he be the chillest, he be the realest, A Hype needs to go to sleep, cause I can’t fucking stay up, that’s another random thought. That I caught.

Goof Off (Prod. Rich Bri)

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Okayyy! (Prod. Rich Bri)

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Raisin Bran (Prod. Rey Vro)

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