Singles

from this nuce i will cut me loose
i can finally breathe
fuck their ruse, i will see me through
and therein lies relief

FLUFFY

weightless

As snow flakes coat the night sky
And winter bears its fangs into the landscape
Soil veins numbed
The road ahead blanketed and unclear
Frost crystalizes the eyelids forcing them into a slumber
For how could she not dream of you?

This nightmare's like a dream
Sprinting but i can't outrun the demon chasing me
I wanna call for help but i can't even fucking scream
Mirror on the wall, is this really truly me?
(When i know that nothings ever how it seems)

Cus he don't care bout what i say
Unless he's fucking on my face
And she wont hold me down that way
Unless she's grippin on my waist
Poppin pills just for the taste
Numbing just to fight the chills
Yeah i know what it does to me
But i like the way it feels

Steady thirsting on a flower like dew dripping from a gingko
No one heard the tea, but baby i can tell ya bitch know
Wintertime sadness where you left me in the snow
Can't tell if i want your cold heart or if im better off alone
So

Really, i don't know
Should i stay or should i go?
Keep me high up in your hopes
They always leave me on my own so
Really, i don't know
Should i stay or should i go?
Really i don't know

He looking for them clues
Paw prints on my cheeks
Im not playing to lose
But this distance got me weak
Id let her punch and bruise
Like we fighting every week
Those headlines could make the news
Such a crime, i gotta sneak
You had to twist the knife deep
Just to watch me bleed
Is it real?
Is our situation all you make it seem?
I need a break, chase a tear
Rather than split down the seams
Switching sides
Was your cheerleader when no one was on your team

Chasing you up and down the field
Like we really lost in lambeau
January pains
When the windchills below zero
Wintertime sadness
Where you left me in the snow
Cant tell if i want your cold heart
Or if im better off alone
So

Really, i don't know
Should i stay or should i go?
Keep me high up in your hopes
They always leave me on my own so
Really, i don't know
Should i stay or should i go?
Should i stay or should i go?
Always leave me on my own
Really i don't know
Should i stay or should i go?
Keep me high up in your hopes
They always leave me on my own so
Really, i don't know
Should i stay or should i go?
Really i don't know

Uh-Oh

Wintertime sadness where you left me in the snow
Better on my own, think im better on my own
Wintertime sadness, should i stay or should i go?
Stay or should i go?
Should i stay or should i go?
Go!
Stay or should i go?
Think i'd be better on my own
Really i don't know
Should i stay or should i go?

Go! (ft. Bug Moment)

Lyrics:

I’m kicking game like shoes, true heaters. Inflicting pain on them hoes, spew liters, the way my mouth done spit so much, who believe us? God Did, this odd kid rock it like two seaters. Going at 100 miles a hour, my styles devour ya power and tower, over ya shit that get sour. Flown in is my crisp kick game, acclaim from err’ sick lane I choose to use, pick it mane. My mouth done spit so much, from south to up in such cold conditions, this bold clear vision is coming to plan. Humming the man, be with his fire bragging. Dire sagging are my foes, these hoes need to retire, bagging a new Jordan, this is hard in fashion sense. Greek Freak signature, week to week I been a pure mort-al, I sport ball in my daily wear. Atlanta Hawks starter jacket, my heart’s a racket. Waiting to happen, ail me near the NBA Store. If I’m to get depressed, new shoes does get me dressed. For success, yes, I stress I need to bless. My fly self with the help, Converse let this don thirst, for more for sure, you’re whore if you still jest, ‘til rest do you part, you gon’ be on that dumb fart. From my butt I dart the best fart, stinky as a bitch. I swear on my pinky, I wear my gear so kinky. Rich in the mind, and in the Reebok’s too. Wearing knee socks, true! Blaring the Hawks, tune. I make, I bake, a strewn fucking epic. I prefer Snivy, but for the rhyme, shout out Tepig. What an epic. Go try me if you wanna time ya dumb numb ass self out. Casting doubt, lasting ‘pout, class in session, mass convention. To see me, A Hype who be, the new free man on the block. I cock back aim, like my penis moving backwards, Waka Flocka Flame, shoutout him, Hard In Da Paint I am. Grooving to the proving wack ‘surds, quite crazy. But fuck it you do it for me, so surely I do it for you! But only in my shoes, bitch!

Shoe Game (Prod. Mark Jones)

Silverado


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ₛᵢₗᵥₑᵣₐdₒ

sometimes you get in my way

i wanna see the anger in your eyelids
coastal diamond
i swear I can feel these waves 
i ain’t even tryin
i swear i can feel these claws
pull from from separate islands
i swear i feel far from home
and i ache to dive in
swimming in that bloody cape
first place like im leah
sphinx on a hieroglyph
winged like taleah 
on a separate ting, but can step up in jamaica 
hotline bling, ignore cus I don’t wanna wake up

its already morning 
watch the sunlight leak in
ill be under _cover
in my bed but barely sleepin
fade into the skyline
wish that i was dreaming
call me in your night time
i can keep a secret

whispers in the well gotta imp creepin 
coin tossin 
turn tablin bout every weekend
i can’t stand to hide my claws when im fuckin, fiendin 
all i know i wanna taste and my fangs to sink in

top bitch
but i cannot bear to show no weakness
toppin 
even though im in the wrong position
talkin 
only makes me weary baby can we change the
topic?
sometimes it feels better when there’s no one there to talk with

sometimes you get in my way

ᵤₙdₑᵣ_cₒᵥₑᵣ ₍fₜ. dₑₛᵢ₎

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

I feel like King James, “Maybe It’s Me”, the deal up in this thing is lames playing the grief card, it’s been just a brief hard, hey we can see, for all us life cold and hot, heat leaving teeth charred. Fold or not, what do you got in yo system? Ask who the best, bitch, I is him! I gets in, on the shit’s I be blitzin’, sacking like Myles Garrett, my styles apparent. Back in this bitch again, digging you a ditch or penitentiary to sit in, why was you hittin’, me like I be quittin’, I don’t fit in, but I drippin’, rippin’ this shit forever, not just a blip in the time, sure severing the never been, you can do it, clipping how I’m cut different, razor sharp vision, my mission to blaze a track apart and more than start, yup, I’ve done it, “Maybe It’s Me” though, who flung that ego to the sun glow, thinking it circulate around me, a jerk ya hate who be sounding boast, well to me and Mick I toast, see the pic I post, fab even in drab, I’m ghost.

Maybe It's Me (Feat. King Smoke) (Prod. feardorian)

Lyrics:

(eating sandwiches is said a bunch)

Whether clickin’ wit’ chicken, begging for egg and, etc, sandwiches is bliss filled, I smiled as I taste next one, can’t just bless one, gotta trust that this fun ain’t done, fuck getting fat, I’ll gladly let me pad the belly ‘til he scat in his grave, that I will save for a grim day, but as of here I pass no fear, food is the mood, that clear? Him say, he want a daunting task, ask him for his order, he get a chicken wit’ the egg and more he sure be pickin’. I don’t border going over my money I have to spend, I floor the gas and this will make more than a whistle out my ass, when I poop it out, my group has doubt about this shit I get, I’ll bet my life on this hype I make from eating what they bake, fuck it add cake, but this is fake, like the food on the menu, I’m into artificial products, my heart’ll miss you when I die, fucks given, no? I had a tad of good life, should knife be given after living, autopsy show I’m driven, to death and end of breath, by thy food I glued my mood to dude, blew rude as the notion that you gave as ya try to save my motion from being sick, I trick me into eating it, not even heating shit, I believe in beating it, treating it like me, a world so cold, cold pizza, bold meats I digest, I try, just stick wit’ it now, how ‘bout I spit out my order, are you ready steady, bet he get the life span shorter. Just by sniffing it, miffed and shit, you may be, hey we whiffed a bit, with what? Show us the surplus ya got! I got two loaf of bread to go ‘head and stack it, in between, can we bean size up and make a racket, yup? Brown beans and greens of beans on item? By him it okay, go spray that on the middle, it’ll, help my self and health with stealth, kill me but what a thrill be, it anyway, I eat chicken and egg, lickin’ ya feet I beg, meet it as I peg a lettuce order to the thang, my daughter I can’t make, once this kill me and I will be, out of commission to help bake, division of ...

(there is a hook in between)

(Peter Griffin)

Huge Ass Sandwich (Prod. Mike Turtle)

Lyrics:

Ever since a young boy he had to Chase Young. Put that work in ‘til his face scrunched. Never wince at the pain cause there more to gain. It was here in Maryland where he sure to train. Get it clear? The picture I’m unfolding? About this dude so cold and bold in his craft, 2nd pick of the draft, straight outta THE Ohio State, bravado great. I reckon sick days is what most will take, a boast the ill make is they ill but not sick, toxic manipulating is not what we do, no hating as well, hell we evaporate and dap our mate, God who he follows, Chase Young, this case stung, for hollow peeps, fuck it, heaps of thick dudes, O Line ain’t go fine when he get the stick through. It’s a sack, shit’s so wack, the left tackle is attacking his coach as he says, “please! don’t get stepped on like a roach!” but really it clearly hard to stop, plus a guard he drop. Chase Young, Washington football, slashing in the gridiron, the root of all we bid on. As sport fans, fuck it, Prize Picks, some size chicks up by making the money stuff. Haha, Chase Young, this a bass strung banger in the car, Chase Young put in that bar work, lifting weights, shifting freights, he can carry a various amount of delirious cargo, far o’vo’ what you can, want Froot Loops delivered, cause of Toucan Sam? Damn, he will deliver, the giver of this I’m knowing as I’m flowing like a river, they may quiver and shiver, when they hear about how Commanders went Commando, lost it all, like the god damn Spurs went south, ‘cept you left the glory day way back to stay wack after Joe Gibbs, no dibs on 1st for Joe Burrow, now you trade ya spade so yo, no hurdle to climb when ya silent like a mime not making good noise, you should voice up now that Dan Sydner whiner stuff is gone forever ever long, but Chase in San Fran-Cisco, got the fans dancing like disco. But now a free agent, we patiently, waiting to see where he great in the D, next. This is a flex, with just one text the deal start. I think 10 milli a year, really it clear in my good ol’ silly heart. Yep.

Chase Young Freestyle (Prod. Roxby)

dumboy - turtwig (prod 0lim)

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

AIRPODS

written by f1lthy reprod by saddoning i own none of the music i make no money from it
QUAHOG ENTERTAINMENT

King Smoke - Dumb Stoner Boy (I’ll Be Fine)

Lyrics:

Started in this game young. Big hearted, emotions got me lame strung, the notions I was weak, I couldn’t handle that. I had to peak, stop wit’ ya critique, I thought if I vandal at. What others do, hey, I would put on a display, if that bothers you, get out my way, I’m gon’ let it spray. On the credit of my mom, she told me, that I’m the best version of who I god damn am. Be yourself, don’t put on a mask. Well off it goes to the shelf, and never back. Tell them bro’s I’m helping out, no ask. What kinda task I can do, I ran through the slack. Cause I can vouch for me, yeah, off the couch for me, yeah, no mo’ slouch for me, yeah. Big hearted, never departed. Don’t diminish, I gotta Finish What I Started.

Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.
Finish What I Started.

Started in this game a teen. Still big hearted, for rapping I’m a flame that bring. His own thing, inspired by Tupac. This a king, awaiting on the new block. Don’t need a mic, just give me my iPad. Record into it, I’m like a boss, why mad? Is your feeling, be real and pure, but don’t hate. Again I learned my lesson, they just want me to be great. I been so burned each session, wanting to instigate. To my friends, I’m sorry for taking the bait. This is ends, to the pouty insecureness. Let’s make amends, get rowdy and go spit wit’ sureness. I’m so cold, bold, wit’ the arted. For my name in this game, I’ve been smarted. Fame can be lame, so instead, I’ve darted. Back to lit spit, time to Finish What I’ve Started.

Finish What I Started (Prod. Mark Jones)

😭🔥🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Shemad and Cheating ( Prod. Oxymoron)

Stackin up Bread When Im w robert People
Casting up spells Feelin Evil
Convos w Ur Bitch on my Email
your Tape's sounding Fecal
Baa baa baa U Sounding like Sheeple
Bitch Im fly like A Seagull
Fuck W quahog N We're pulling out Deagles
Drivin Round in a Beetle

3.5 Of Shrooms in a Pbj
Tryna get Wasted Like its Gta
Got this Loud N U kno I Smoke it all Day
Mess w quahog N Ull pass Away
Feelin like Lil B Im rich bitch
Bitch i was made 2 Do this Shit
Went tothe Bathroom Im Pissin
Pour up my Drank In a squirt
I Gotta nokia Phone N it twerk
Im Out here Poppin pills jus Like a Wart

Sheeple Prod. robert People

My roommate and I made a mashup of Alter Ego x Tokyo Drift (HIRO Baile Edit) and it goes HARD

TOKYO SWAMP - Alter Ego (JT & Doechii) x Tokyo Drift HIRO Baile Edit

DMX- Make A Move (original version)

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Shoe Game (Prod. Mark Jones)

A Hype

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