Lyrics:

Ayo, my throat hurts yet still I get ill, the GOAT spurts out his verse, doubt it worse than if when I bloat curse without urking, I’m lurking as I walk into rooms of childs, saying swears, slaying ears, playing fears of the mild parents, I blooms a style scary, be wary, when I say “fuck” it do carry, got people who secular saying “hurray!”, while sacred listeners are like “nah, this ain’t okay!”. Reckon ya ass amass mass protecting, beckon a spell of swell “shit” and “fuck”, it don’t suck, neglecting isn’t having yours follows diff’ paths, it’s being ignorant shits that if wraths come from those who chose to live they own life, do that, then ya disown ya child, a new cat, who that, A Hype, may type up a storm, a swarm of curses that form. I warm my body wit’ it, I ain’t killing, this ain’t Gotti wit’ it, I’m not a saint but I paint a thrilling lottery ticket, the way style craze, I smile and gaze into ya eyes, realize I’m a lover still, no surprise. This is directed, but I won’t say to who, interjected in is a spin I have though. I pave o’vo’ the days of youth, wit’ knowing while we can’t get it back, we can get it now, lit, going I’ll be on a dial spree, calling up my friends, we balling up, there no ends, we grown, we shown our scars, now let’s embrace, the current turnt era, there a damn place for us all, this the truth in the booth y’all, sure I miss the past, but pure and bliss wouldn’t just not last, but it was never all that, trust the vast future ahead, we clever when we sever the sad tether outlook, the nether you can see if ya pout took you that way, or truly you can be happy, I’m scrappy to find my kinda vision, depression is tough, this is a lesson though of stuff, that I’ve been sent on, a live that bent on, making it, well hell, I already did it, steady spitting, bet he hitting, more than it I sure ran it, but back to wrap it up, what wack is yap that yup, you don’t wanna hear, but this is subjective, I’m gonna make it clear, take a fear you have, to grab that from my angle, I might not see the fright, we aight how I dangle, but you see it as a strangle on my forecast, I could see it as 1st, what you see as “you’re last!”, I see as pure vast, and I acknowledge the damage in saying mine, I can tone back and stop spraying line, this is a personal message, I love you, you know who you are, a star and rehearsal a goal of mine, but the show go on, even if I can’t perform, sure Mom. Don’t wanna raise a stress gauge, this my message, okay, fuck what yo say, nah but for real, your chill is true too, end of the song, I’m sending a long text next, reminding you I’m finding new love within just you being you, seeing through your eyes, no blur lies, no bending it wrong. I love you.

A Journey To Embark On (Prod. wizardpem & hachinemu)

Lyrics:

Sitting here eating Carmela Creeper. I like them little kid cereals, even if materials are artificial, it’s hard to miss you at the grocery, store for sure, I know Cheerio’s are hella deeper in better for you, I’m wetter when I think of better ink, but fuck it, I’m a trend setter, I met a sink, her name was Dandy, handy was her prize like candy, let me wash my hands and stench off this “man, he too crazy” type shit, Hype get a snipe lit on his head for saying the shit he said, he better off dead. But I sway it so convincing, aight let’s get down to it, autistic clown and shit. I found a bit of hope in the dope but not the drug, I mean what seen as a crazy kinda mood I sweep under the rug, but wanna reveal, it’s hard to feel scarred yet chill, the plug is my music drug. My food is bad stuff, mad tough but I keep buying. Signing my life away astray to a bad diet, I try it, I need less frying and more supplying. Of healtither, that’ll really get me wealthier. What if my parents find out, my appearance to them is fogged up, no doubt, the crier of, “I need help!”. Bitch, I found self love in myself. I shelf, I hate that, don’t date that, stick to the prick, it so sick and go trick, huh, I have coherence in my clearings. But what I ain’t know, is if I can miff enough fo’, me to completely wipe out my audience, I’m tryna stay at play at bay from the target, hence. I stay predictable in unpredictable. Maybe baby, that’s the way, hey we, go crazy. There’s platforms that would’ve spat storms on me, if I … tried to do this, I guess? But yes, this is not that, DJ Terezi got me, Charlie gnarly, hot shit, I spit from my lung sung, over his bliss beat, and while I’m at it, that is, maybe a reference, my preference, to shout out Bliss3Three, see we, did an album long ago, DJ Terezi and me jersey in the rafters. For the laughter we can make, I fucking love ya homie, love ya homie, yeah I fucking love ya, homie.

Carmela Creeper (Prod. wizardpem & hachinemu)

Lyrics:

I can’t be pigeonholed into some kinda sensation, my finer innovation is its own nation, this is my declaration, stay unique, you peak when they may wonder, who speak like that, give me the mic at any party, I’m sure to rock rhymes and make noise like clock chimes, anybody who want it, they can go and get it, I’m wit’ it, A Hype spitting with every sentence. Give me that pen, I’m in, timing 100, they wondered “could you, handle this rubbish?”. I got the girth and tonnage, to handle any enemy. Quite a scandal how I vandal, but remember me, doing this outta love, shout out one of a kind, Tupac, I’m not him on the new block, but you rock, through this dude’s stellar vision, I got a lot of issues, but we when we stay on the mission, we can do anything we want, don’t let them say ya won’t get them play, hey, I’ve got it oh so good, each and every neighborhood hearing my daily mood, ail me, don’t fail me, I tell my body, eating chips is like heating clips, it gon’ catch up, self burning, I’m learning to not too much criticize though, this is my year, I soar through my eyes, yo!

Sensation (Prod. botyukimi)

Lyrics:

What the fuck are ya optics, how ya perceive the topics, are ya naive when the drop hits? Trick up the sleeve of ya self, just … didn’t know you could go be played like that, a charade like that … took a fall, shook and all, look, I ball, I hit the fade like that … will I fade into dust … ‘til I paid in my lust … I must just keep going, even when I get it, best believe I don’t admit it … what motivate you …. I’m off a total great screw, loose, thinking out that box, until I’m deuce, they can’t shut these locks … when the drop hits … do ya celebrate anyway and pop cris’? Relegate ya self and what ya stand for … or is this just how ya hand more … power to the changing globe … I sour as I stood, thinking ‘bout the good of my past, should it still last, could I have basked in the moment, have I asked … enough … strange in thought, but the strobe stuff, that I been pursuing, all along a road to more hardships … floored the core of my letting down my guard … it’s crazy, shit’s crazy … I’m a thinker … I’m a … thinker.

Thinker (Prod. friedlettuce)

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7 songs of 100% off the top and improvised freestyles!!!

Welcome To The Freestyle Convention (Prod. Tickle Pippy)

Yen (Prod. Tickle Pippy)

Can't Box Me In (Prod. Tickle Pippy & OG Luka)

Rap Over This (Prod. Tickle Pippy)

He Be So Ill (Prod. Tickle Pippy)

Final Freestyle (Prod. Tickle Pippy)

Oh My God (Prod. Tickle Pippy)

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Thinker (Prod. friedlettuce)

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