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Prod d0llywood1

Take a tab N feel my mind melt
Who R U wit when it goes down
High asf watch da sun go down
Cast a spell N go 2 a different realm
I cant tell U wat I felt
Bitch followed me on Instagram
I hope dat I go 2 Hell
I kno dat my soul is damned

He thought he could b a vamp
Sendin Ninja Turtle shells
Imma get a tramp stamp
Dis mixtape is a cry for help
I think dat Ur perfect
I feel like Im worthless
On these drugs permanent
d0llywood for president

Take a tab N feel my mind melt
Who R U wit when it goes down
High asf watch da sun go down
Cast a spell N go 2 a different realm
I cant tell U wat I felt
Bitch followed me on Instagram
I hope dat I go 2 Hell
I kno dat my soul is damned

Im possessed yea
I hop on da mic when Im depressed yea
Where were U when shi went left yea
I feel like Im da only real one left yea
She called me like a ref yea
Im Running toward death yea
Dis bitch applyin pressure yea
They went up N they left me here

Take a tab N feel my mind melt
Who R U wit when it goes down
High asf watch da sun go down
Cast a spell N go 2 a different realm
I cant tell U wat I felt
Bitch followed me on Instagram
I hope dat I go 2 Hell
I kno dat my soul is damned

Running toward death

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anotha mo prod. by AyooLii

Lyrics:

They call me A Hype but truthfully I am only white trash. The type of dude who may snipe and then pay swipe to cover over my ass. Bail myself out of jail, no need to help other people when I been so evil, only focusing on other white devils, disciples of rifles being carried, get off my lawn or ya getting buried, it dawn on me that I be the offspring of some whites who scoff, bring attention to others, using certain transportation, my brothers like me, a whitey who’s hurting, us mans is hating our autism at times, but this is a prism of minds, binds that can be overcome, some from where the people share dumb, thoughts though, if you not white, you must fight to nots be rots in cots, ho-ish white leaders pretend and bend the facts like cheaters, they ain’t racist, black friend, they ain’t fascist, how that smack end? When you stop being one, and we know ya wanna pop any freeman who done, call out your poor demon heart, sure, screaming from the mother fucking start, that I am not part, of this devilish art, then again I meddle-ish in the smart, acting like I really grew up, using slang, fact in this is on the mic I’m pursuing lane, fast lane, past way just gain, I mash to keep a stash of the cash game, sky high like hash strain, and I hate when they bash, lame they may call, then I spray y’all, lyrically … but make reference to guns, a fake preference is me being done’s, wit’ the shot shit spit, metaphor or not, I’m just a beta, more or less a guess at what, it really take, white suburban I, am, I’m rich, I take a good flight, could, might, rock a turban and get away with that for a meme, cultural appropriation a bitch, meaning fuck who do it, so fuck me, I’m probably crashin’ out, or was it the clout, or was it always buzzin’ like I shouldn’t, what got me wit’ this … wait, he didn’t, say “wit’” … say, “with” don’t be, diff, wait, diff? You’re making slang, this thing is … I meant “thing” … this thing is not for, you, A Hype, you’re through, in 10th grade, you went to a length, made a scene in school throwing hand signs that Tupac did, you rock, kid! That’s some of what I heard, growing land mines was planted cause I didn’t care about the ranted side, the compliments got to my conscience, bitch, made me wanna say words like, that, should’ve flipped me the bird, gave me a strict word, don’t, don’t do that, you can inflict absurd behavior from a wanna be white savior, and that’s weird enough, but it bluff even more to believe in core that you a gangster, listen to Curtis Jackson, “Wanksta” … it may hurt, this is ya action, and you, you just need to pay, work have a few, jerks, rather that or where a gat get sprayed, laid down to grave, they’d pave a whole fucking highway for just a few, perks, you groan and moan when you only need to clean ya driveway, ya seen that as the irks, you so lucky, you so lucky, lucky. White Hype, this is me. Hard reality, I may say I’m hurting but for certain in reality it’s a scarred fallacy, just stay in your lane, your thing.

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White Hype (Prod. Yokai)

Lyrics:

DAMN GOOFY, HEY, DAMN GOOFY, AH, DAMN GOOFY, WOO, DAMN GOOFY

El loco, hay, el loco, hay, el loco, hay, el loco, hay

El loco, hay, el loco, hay, el loco, hay, el loco, hay

You’re a damn goofy, I’m top dog, if this was Peanuts, see that’s me on the roof, I am Snoopy.  It’s the truth, my jam loopy, make ya wanna press playback, I can see through the fog who’s real and who stay wack, I don’t guess, this is his factor he stress on, who an actor and who after rewriting the next chapter, from flex after stardom, to staying down and true, to the ones who stuck up, a fuck up, I’m clowning you, now to the ones who may luck up but stay buck up, keeping it 100 solid, I wondered why ya didn’t get ya shot, now ya got a lot, we the best, the rest may just be Khaled. Not a diss, I would collab, gimme a shot at this, I’m fab, another one done.

DAMN GOOFY, HEY, DAMN GOOFY, AH, DAMN GOOFY, WOO, DAMN GOOFY

El loco, hay, el loco, hay, el loco, hay, el loco, hay

El loco, hay, el loco, hay, el loco, hay, el loco, hay

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Damn Goofy (Prod. Yokai)

Lyrics:

Making ya laugh like Charles Chaplin, taking the path of getting yo ass chuckling, hurls bafflin’, how they be so funny, I got these boys and girls flappin’ they arms around, A money, A astonish, he be on ish that strong ish, bitch, I bombs the sound you might expect, and rebuild what he yield wit’ new intellect. He be on his don ish, swish for the king leader, I bring heater, swing meter be a homer, plus I’m not a cheater, no steroids, fuck these tabloids, I’m oh so pure, the frauds just ain’t me, I’m fab and that’s, on a joint, hard to find, like a point guard without a good mind, would bind ya team if ya didn’t have smarts, can’t fulfill the dream otherwise, I roam a good dude, cause I get checked my ‘tude, my hearts respected, really rude to myself with issues, the brother never lies, a past cast I would misuse, my vast fly dance by chance need no tissues, I can pursues whatever, more shoes, that leather seats I want, he’s upfront, he doesnt’ want the liar charm, he doesn’t want the fire arm, he wants what he wants, the real deal, wanna hire calm to ya feeling array? Get set on healing and play? 

Yeah, had to let the beat ride, bitch.

Never too old age fo’ mo’ bold page turning, learning, yearning, earning, of course now we got beards, the herds of follicles on faces, the A Hype chronicles amazes. ‘Staches too, dashes through the nose to the lips, I does have those clips if I want to release this, the peace is, beauty in eye of beholder, truly it a win, I love when we molder of our own lane, I’ve sown this thing down many miles, plenty styles, and I’m no cappin’, my flow rappin’, I’m a gnarly happenin’, just trust in my laugh, like Charlie Chaplin.

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Charles Chaplin And His Mustache (Prod. Yokai)

Lyrics:

Rick, James, Henry

Mike, Edward, Scott

The Six Rap Heads …

GO, GO, GO GO GO GO!!!!

I guess these mother fuckers really don’t wanna battle. Cause if they did, shit they’d be right here to rattle, off they goss’, hospital right where they belong. We quite clear? Might tear up a fight near right where he spawn. Cause if there buzz, it was not from what I does. But I gotta lotta peace in me, cease, be free! That what I say, my way to end a quarrel. Take it or not, I’m just, making a thought. I trust the cooler head the ruler that will prevail through the fail of coming to blows, it dumb and it shows. I stress these mother fuckers really, and I won’t tattle. But I don’t kid, shit he’d be off on sattle. Riding away, hiding astray.

I’m about as reckless, as a mother fucker chopping ya head off, leave ‘em sobbing to grieve dead off, then stealing ya necklace, revealing my check list, I got far worse plans, I go curse mans straight up from breakfast to slumber, I wreck this feeling of numb, uhh, cause thinking you safe is dumb, bruh. I slice ya like a ‘cumber-cu, what you gon’, do, on to the next one, my killings be complexin’, nice! This just in, aight? A Hype murdered the game, ya worded it lame, that shit ain’t right, but mother fucker this is James.

Look, I took a piss as I thought of this. Why we brought the bids to the kids, let ‘em enjoy they shit, shit I had a great childhood, all things considered. Not oh so wild good at all aspects but I was better off than a span of run in’s with no support, my parents would buy me everything, and I ain’t talking clearance, yup, sport a brand that I like, like Nike, get me this, get me that, let me bat for myself and my health, take a stance, create a chance for speaking out with therapy, tweaking out with no clarity I thought, they still brought out the help I needed, a wealth that heeded not just in living safe but giving waves to the good and bad, yeah.

I step on these pussies, call me kitty stomper. I put in prep, can’t hush me, my shit is litty bopper, I pity stopper tries, I’m too witty, top of prize, winning gold, your sinning old, you flopper size. Lil’ bitch, you will pitch that shitty hamper dirt on my name, tryna hurt all my fame. I’ll never switch, and I ain’t done shit wrong. The wild child who clever ish, let get it on. Oh, and yo I always upgrade, wassup mate. I don’t mean that stuff as in date, I seen rough mass frustrate, in all of me, calling me out on no wifey.

My style Digable just like the Planets, I pile a swig of spew into mic and what I land hits, trust this, why trial and error when you’re in denial they care, life is what ya make it, go and show no faking. Taking that road less traveled, unraveled your true form. We each teach lessons if you peep the blessings that do arm whether charm or harm some shit to get set on, we get influenced and it our power to be nuanced, how much we vow such actions happen from it, c’mon, fractions can be tapped in, is you the glue who piece together a beast whether summit or plummet, mentally? Physically? Emotionally?

Passing by scenic places, like it Yellowstone, amassing fly ass times, rising like a phoenix is us faces, who chimes in on the win of a mellow tone, calm sunrise, it the bomb, us fun guys know it, now the poet is bringing it to ya, clinging his truer, peace he find up in the newer, habits he has, mindfulness, kind to his bliss, he don’t bind wit’ a null diss, tryna play games wit’ em, he flames, lit ‘em wit’ shit like Olympic Torches, shoutout Noah Lyles, the knower of many styles, he ball, him sick wit’ the quick shit, of course it’s his special thing.

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Six Rap Heads (Prod. Yokai)

Lyrics:

(Yokai verse)

we gonna abolish the jail
i aint rapping on no jail phone
we cooking on the trap phone
we rocking we wearing chanel 
we cocky but we doing well
i swear that we never gon fail
the face card it never declines
i am moving like out of my mind
as soon as its posted we paying the bail
as much as i try i cant never rewind
but free all my niggas that are doing time
wow
chev chelios
we moving like crank wow
been moving suspicious ignoring the signs wow
yee
me and a hype we are doing fine wow
so what you talking about
we gonna abolish the jail
we gonna abolish the jail
we gonna abolish the jail

(A Hype verse)

We’re gonna abolish the jail, so smallish the cell, here all wish we bail, blood stains like red polish in hell, get it out the mud, to remains we will. In here they may say we fail, been where our freedom is set sail, but what some see from is tale, of a nightmare to no avail. Right there, the horror it dwell, fright scare galore, get ya mail, next thing ya specs swing to swell, at a bullet, they pull it and shell, at ya, the gat it will kill, to fix this mix it take all, the rich is a bitch who do tell, need change but they strange to the call, of need, they may heed to the grail, in short to support they own gell, I feel real anger like braille, the gang ya from is fronting frail, stick to school, pick a cool trail, shunting weight ain’t great, ya nail, dirty and flirty wit’ stale, ass days that mass stays in the jail.

Yeah, we’re gonna abolish the jail

Yeah, we’re gonna abolish the jail

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Abolish Jail (Feat. Yokai) (Prod. Yokai)

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The Spoken Word (Title Track) (Prod. Yokai)

Lyrics:

I treated you out on, dates, I greeted you out as, mates, we was this last year, how we vow to move now is wipe away the past, dear, here is the truth, I couldn’t get o’vo’ you, since my youth, didn’t know how to cope wit’ feelings, I hope there no ceilings, to the joy I’ve felt since Hype boy, when it come from what I now call the booth, and shooting the ball through the hoop, rooting for y’all sports teams it was back then, packin’ many jerseys, I was never lackin’, group me wit’ the type sport fanatic, looping my daily tasks, shopping for more jerseys just to ail me, in short, quite an addict, basks in the collection glory, no mo’ inspection, for me, on why I can’t go get a gal, I ain’t ever hit it, pal, and still I’ll swear I’m a virgins, these gals wouldn’t let me get the thing anyway, my motion ain’t smooth like Jergens, lotion, I need to prove, here, that I got it, you don’t think I’m enough? That bluff, I doubt it, well maybe ya right, and I sho’ don’t want any baby in sight, say we just might, get knotted up, relationships, I had it happen, this is not just rappin’, but I done gotted up and we split, this is it, like the nation of Soviets, my emotions hit, from red rage to a rush of (Russia) sad gauge, mad at myself only of course, the source, I wasn’t a boss, not man enough, man, enough, cause I can, that bluff. We got back even this year, not officially, gotta make his clear, this his feelings, crucially what was still healings, was my maturity, the purity was still no ceilings. Yeah, and that’s why I Hate Her, yes I still would date her, she’s a ten I would rate, sir, but truth is I don’t hate her, I hate how, I feel about it, oh so hurt, insert the doubted, jumping around, bound to be pumping the sound of love lust I ain’t above this, fuck it, I pouted, get me my wife, but first, fuck it, get, me my life.

Yeah, yo, yeah.

When it comes to the guys though, I fucking hate ‘em, not all win the prize though, the ones who sucking, date them other guys, yo, nothing against them at all, we still chill and allies, bro, yo ass is equal in the class of people, the foul ass mass haters, they see dull and they ass mass human craters, the way they say mean spirited, tryna wipe peeps out, inherited, in most case, read up on why a gay okay, yet bet ya feed up on why ya try to see no way, I roast face of yo misplace hate, this a diss taste, to yo homophobic ways, I know people, I won’t say they names, but ya lames, stop bashing the gays, I give you a gaze, hoping my dope in this blind ya vision, I’m the sun, done incision on ya mind, bind ya mission, shut the fuck up, let get along, and I land a hypocite in a song? Fuck it, I’ll suck the tip a bit to prove a passage, nothing wrong with loving on a dude on mattress, in my past I was rude too, feed through the actress, is the only thing that for us should move, the baggage, some guys dumb size and don’t support, but to what few allies, I’m in short, so very thankful, every other, shall get a spankful, y’all shit and rank null, in person though ain’t cursing yo ass out, ‘cause hate is great but love above and I don’t wanna pass doubt that yo ass crazy, beat me up? That’s … maybe, I’m lazy in the muscle hustle, y’all would eat me up like the dick you hate that others do, treat me up, stick wit’ the allies, we brothers up, I’m a cisgender straight male, but I’m still wit’ allies, this will split, NOT. This splendor great still set sail, every day as he levy say, knowing when going he ain’t forGOT, we all human, you can love whoever you want, to yo hating ass who do taunt, fuck it, you never get flaunt from the real love in me, I hate you, deal wit’ this shove, no love, I hate you, I hate you.

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I HATE HER / I HATE HIM (Prod. Yokai)

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The Spoken Word (Title Track) (Prod. Yokai)

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