Words From My Instrumental (Prod. A Hype)

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)

southbound

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:

A Hype and Cami, shit get hotter than the place Miami, I can taste the Grammy just to piss on it like Ye, damn he, do it his way, gladly, you really want my addy? 2501 S Moorland Road, New Berlin, tap me, scrap me, you can’t out rap me, and that address is, Burger King, basically my home, I’ll address this. I’m sure to bring a foul style like the smell of breath after onion rings, I’m runnin’ things well ‘til death. My home where I roam, go meet me on Moorland, your hand is on your heart and you stand and you start, to rise for the anthem, Killa Cam by Cam’ron, old whites don’t throw a tantrum, go fight what I am on, I’ll spite you and ya damn wrong ways of thinking bout the shit, but really, what silly? Meet me in New Bizzle, you gon’ wet me up? Maybe like a dew drizzle, I’m gon’ get it up and penalize you like I do whistle for a sport, you’re a whore that short of sense so I gotta hence, when ya size me up, see the bluff in ya shotta tense, you on the fence, I hit it over you, home run, dome done in by this one king, this fun thing, is made up beef, not like the BK establishment. I laid my teeth on the juicy meat, we is having it, and laughing bit, as we shoving it down our throat, I’m a clown, I’m a GOAT, go be proud in how ya quote, just note, I’ll be loud with response and pounce to ya DM’s, I’m energetic, center dedicated, this ain’t fated, but I think I’m the one, I rhyme a ton and here we go again, I know I can do it like the little train, it’ll sprain my ankle though to sink a bro hope again, with a game winning three, blame the same sinning spree, I carry variously, on diff’ whiff topics, I drop pics and pose but I goes no seriously, I can’t take my life like that, I’m buff where the mic at, I like that, Cami like family, so if this verse is first in line, fine I’ll release it, the peace spit I’d rather do but what this is, regardless is the hardest gather spew, I’m through.

Cami Hype (Prod. cami 03')

Lyrics:

Here’s A Heater.

A Hype a believer.

Here’s a Heater.

A Hype a believer.

When I spit it, it a gem, shout out my friend Em, that drought that we end is this piss poor sore bend that we tend to not mend, it don’t break but shit won’t stake rise unless we cease the fake eyes and stand wit’ great poise, I hate noise that manufactured, let make prize winners actual deserving, the nerve in having a lousy drowsy plan that captured clout is ‘bout playing audience, doing shit in gaudy tense, spewing shit that loudly rinse, clear ear production, the suction of keeping deep in craft, it ruin, suck us fuckers in like a pit, you in the mic a bit? Go hit it mo’ and fuck the dough, luck and show is all it is now, wow what a shitness, I vow to be diff’ ya see, if I can span a span, you can too, who ran through, his own way, since kid and hence did as a grown say, in the zone, mother fucker it’s A.

Here’s A Heater.

A Hype a believer.

Here’s a Heater.

A Hype a believer.

Here's A Heater (Prod. Otm.)

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 hear a beat from Sc00t even on mute, cause I know it gon’ be fire already, I share the sweet tooth I have for wordplay, does I flow so steady, bitch, yes this is heady honcho of the team, like Peyton Manning for the Bronco and Colt scheme, the scheme to dream turn reality, win a Super Bowl and yup, the goal came real, plus after this I be the same still, did ya chapter miss? Saying I ain’t all same? Capture this not in a bolt, but rather gather lane, so slow through the gain, the pain, the aim, over time change, over time? Strange, I was just thinking about that TD Drive, Tom Brady lead in it, now I’m the leader, see we live, I’m made to be out the cheater? No, I didn’t do DeflateGate, I’m going B.I.G. like Chris Wallace, the late great, piss all this, get ya shit straight, peeps who creeps up on me now, saying they believe in me, praying A be heaving he, props they way, how you wasn’t there from the dull dark despair, I pull my arc up here, to top dog, just know I must go let you know no matter the money and the funny, that just a crop, smog the real issues, misuse of my brain, I went from a bent scum to rent sum of, yes I can maintain, I love myself now in the mirror, the fruits of my labor are ripe, my love appear (a pear), the roots of my favor, I save ya the long story, in short I sport the love that we need, I breed that strong glory.

Strong Glory (Prod. Sc00t)

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)

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