Killa Kangaroo

Deja Vu 🌪 [Prod. Ultradieu]

blood ft. 5laughter

LYRICS:

Quero que a minha voz seja ouvida 
Que dê à foz com vida 
Porque é que ninguém a convida?
Tomam-na por vencida 

onde é que eu pus o fumo?
Esqueci-me, isso é o cúmulo 
Mas vou cavar mais fundo 
Pra descansar no túmulo 

Fecha as cortinas, puxa o cobertor pra cima 
se eu meter os pés la fora vou pisar as minas 
Arranca me o coração e foge com ele pra China 
Eu não preciso disso troco-o por psilocibina 

Lê-me a aura baby diz me a minha cor 
Diz me como é que eu cheguei a este ponto 
Nao quero sentir mais, quem me dera ser uma flor
nao quero mentir mais, toda a vida fui ator 

tao nao perguntes mais como é que eu tou 
Juro que eu não minto mais, se assim for
Eu não me sinto bem, sinto esta dor 
E quando o vento vem, eu fecho os estores 

Eu fecho os estores
I stay indoors 
Nao abro a porta 
What u want me for 

Eu fecho os estores
I stay indoors 
Nao abro a porta 
Aqui não há quem explore

Quero que a minha voz seja ouvida 
Que dê à foz com vida 
Porque é que ninguém a convida?
Tomam-na por vencida 

onde é que eu pus o fumo?
Esqueci-me, isso é o cúmulo 
Mas vou cavar mais fundo 
Pra descansar no túmulo 

Fecha as cortinas, puxa o cobertor pra cima 
se eu meter os pés la fora vou pisar as minas 
Arranca me o coração e foge com ele pra China 
Eu não preciso disso troco-o por psilocibina 

E já ninguém me acude 
Mas eu já sou imune 
tou nu sem cruz sem escudo
Mais que isto eu não sucumbo
Pega na arma e no chumbo
nao passo nada eu chumbo 
É madrugada não durmo 
Tou em casa a ver o mundo

Tou a descansar no túmulo 
Veneno no meu sumo
Tou a passear no fundo
A afundar me no consumo 
(2X)

fecho os estores

Lyrics:

If I never started pursuing my passion. I would be dead, head bled red the fashion. Not cause my heart would cease to beat. But cause without my art, no peace I meet. And ya see me, I was a dead man walking. Clocking in and out of days, a haze stalking. My ways of breaking from this maze known as society. I try to be myself but my health full of anxiety. Like stealth in its variety, it creeps up and snatches. My soul, shit it took a toll, I keep up the patches. To hide my damaged scars, but they managed to still see I’m far. From who I once was, a dunce cause. I didn’t take the blame, I’m ashamed and wanna let loose. Fuck, is this the past or do it still last, get used. To the bad dream turned true, I went and burned through, bridges leaving no smidges of hope, now how I cope?

Uh, Believe In Ya Self. Life is what ya make it, Believe In Ya Self. Even if you deem it bad, Believe In Ya Self. What to do when I’m so sad, Believe In Ya Self. I’m glad cause I chose, Believe In Ya Self. I got this I know, Believe In Ya Self. I’m the best at being me, Believe In Ya Self. Be what ya wanna be, Believe In Ya Self.

If I never stopped I would be on top. Good thing I never stopped, now I bring a clever drop. Every time I rhyme, my heart beat tremendous. I levy in my prime, tales from horrendous. Things I experienced, they gave me wings to tear the fence. Down, from clown to crown, but it wasn’t found. In a day, I used to spin that way and was drowned. In the mud flood, I got out, a lot shout bout. How you did this? How you did that? I learned to turn my head and not dread where a hater at. I don’t cater that, miss me with the dissing too. I’m past it, you ain’t a bastard for being you. Seeing through the hate, you is great, we all are. We just thrust views that we choose to trust and lose. Friends over opinion, let’s cleanse. End that BS, that we stress, cause through our lens. We use our perception at our own discretion. And it’s okay to go that way, but let’s question. Let’s think, let’s make our own world good. Cause we was priceless, STOP IT, we STILL priceless. Like a pearl you’d wanna keep deep in ya vision. My mission is no fission, how nice is this condition? We can do it, all that we need. Is no’ mo’ greed, and a full go on this I heed.

Uh, Believe In Ya Self. Life is what ya make it, Believe In Ya Self. Even if you deem it bad, Believe In Ya Self. What to do when I’m so sad, Believe In Ya Self. I’m glad cause I chose, Believe In Ya Self. I got this I know, Believe In Ya Self. I’m the best at being me, Believe In Ya Self. Be what ya wanna be, Believe In Ya Self.

Believe. Let’s all take a moment to reflect on ourselves. All that we’ve done. All that we currently do. All that we will do. Believe In Ya Self. We out.

Believe In Yourself (Prod. Mike Turtle)

geeked by lone its alright tho 💔


Bam!:

Bitch im gonna get it 
If I say that I want it
Bam! in this shit 
And he getting cake like Kobe
This lean got me faded like ok baby 
Ya imma fucking get it
When she calls me like whenever 

Ya she so bad 
Like oh my fucking god
Big ass butt 
And she knos what I want 
Ya this molly make us roll
Ya we lost our control 
B B Bitch we counting cake 
and we getting all this dope

And we counting these pesos 
like we from fucking Mexico 
Me and Cody off the shit
And we gonna tax u hoe
Oh my God ur a joke
I don't play with these brokes 
Geeked by my lone yeahhh
it alright tho


Cxdy1 x Bam! - Geek3d by mY Lone (Lonestar)

MAYXX + POPMONST3R // WAYS // PROD. DC2002

MAYXX + POPMONST3R // EYES // PROD. GOTHO

Lyrics:

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

Me and ShoeMan, the new ran. Span of dominance, all up in the prominence. Shoutout NORMAN, we stormin’ the whole block. Give ‘em fair warnin’, we born in full smock. Built to make art, no guilt we take heart. We didn’t jump the gun, no fake start. We didn’t pump to stun, we just go out. Get ya blow out, we safe there no out. We pave a way to save the day. Y’all crave a stay where we play. We have our way wit’ bae, okay? She wanna be wit’ me, ya see it mane? Plain to process, hard to swallow. This thang is nonsense, we ain’t borrow. If she wanna ride wit’ the side of the winning team, we ain’t say no, ya better pray mo’ ya sinning meme.
Yeah yeah, we paid. Nah nah, never strayed. Yeah yeah, we made. Nah nah, never fade. Yeah yeah, we laid. Out the classics, and bitch we own our masters. Snitch bastards ain’t ever getting past us, watch a top notch boss toss this shit faster. Dropping lines like it seeds. Popping nines, there no needs. We could chill, would ill as a unit, but since ya ain’t do it, ya wince when ya blew shit. We got the hot sauce, what ya want. Strut and flaunt, but can’t taunt. Us cause no stress, we not just equal, we making mo’ moves as people. We sho’ proves that there no sequel. We so unique, you peak on a steep hill. We could peak on the bottom of the ocean. You do reek, while we put in motion.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn.

Yeah, uh.

Sauce it up, like we on BBQ. Toss It Up, Makaveli be the tune. Cross It Up, AI be the shoe. Boss It Up the way my team be strewn. I pack a deli, like how I’m getting cabbage. I smack, ya feel me? I’m so mo’ savage. That how it seem, I beam with no challenge. Watch me gleam, hope ya feelings I ain’t damage.

BBQ (Prod. Beat Making Shoe Man)

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

ROAR! Here comes the dinosaur. More ferocious than before, plants atrocious to this carnivore. SOAR! I’m a pterodactyl, my hair attract you now that it grown, the snare impact true, it blown. In the car, in the bar, when talking to the star. That twinkle, I had a nice dream of ice cream with no sprinkle. I’m a basic man, but open me up like a Vlasic can. And I’ll talk to you, not walk through you, haan! Like French, we ridin’ waves like Max B. My mic quench the thirst of worst facts, ya see. We escape reality, when we shape what calling me, freedom, gee, um, just SHOUT! OUT! I’m “Da Biggest Bird”, or ya gig’s a turd. Don’t be a party pooper, I’m a smarty and a hooper. They say, hey, you dumb like Sid The Sloth. Who come to that conclusion get cook like broth, a solution. Not like math, FUCK calculus, I tell ya this. I wanna dreaaaaaam, being a memeeeeeee, ain’t as bad as it seeeeeeeeeeem, I paint so rad wit’ the teaaaaaaaaam, Saint ain’t a fad, you get spanked like son, cause we dad. Thank us much a ton. Our fire ain’t blank, more higher in rank? Nah, we just letting loose ooze flow. Setting, choose, who’s down to go! YO! This moment will pass. Just like the gas that’s coming from my ass.

ROAR! (Feat. Saint Mercator) (Prod. Quill)

Lyrics:

This is Xtreme Football, a league of it’s own. Each team go put all of they, strength in the zone. Length of the known fatigue, we fight through it, game night we do lit. Our reach is felt like a power speech that dealt. Reppin’, where we steppin’, in 8 different cities. Great committed viddy’s on ya plate, for football kiddy’s. To teens to adults, on screens and they vaults. Replays to watch, we praise top notch heart in this sport. The art, of never ever giving up ya living. I start, to get emotional just getting to hear it. Setting the tears aside of grown men wit’ years of pride. Playing they dreams, saying they teams I’m a let it ride. Shoutout Seattle, we battle there as Sea Dragons. Victory the formation, just like them knee takings. Predictory, who knows, you close to the action. You see truly, the game change in just a fraction. The same range in who you betting on. Any given games, these driven teams can get it on. Ah, shoutout the DC Defenders. We see all the splendors whether sitted or through renders. Go get it, them tickets if ya wanna go be part of history. Click it’s, for more than touch down’s, it for all them such sound’s. That you’ll never forget, an endeavor you’re set. On doing, no con that ruin, c’mon let get going. XFL Shop, go cop a shirt and hoodie, it’ll spurt up a goodie, go flirt up ya buddy. Ya wearing gear in the best fab, the rest grab, more to deplore when they say, hey, what that store? Shoutout the San An’ Tonio Brahmas. They man ran fo’ mo’, yo ayo, bruh, guess. Who’s showing, the ooze flowing of coaches calling. Plays to amaze, it’s ESPN days. We just see and craze, over design. So fine, the line they pass, or stop, sure pop, amass. Big hits, still better than wig splits. ‘Til leather is outlawed, we playing, slaying doubt, awed. At us, that thus is the suggestion. You listen to who glisten, this thang, my main digestion. Of what I love, what I need to succeed. Heed to the speed of a playa who slaya indeed. Shoutout the Houston Roughnecks, drink tough Beck’s. While taking in the fusion of stuff that’s. Hard to fathom, ya some, might be incomplete. But yo, what? Mo’ coming, that can’t be beat. Sho’ summon my friends to no ends to peep. The X, what hap’ next, it like a dap fest, just keep deep. In ya team whether win or lose, in the juice. We can’t move our chant dude, we got a shot to prove. Mood, shoutout Orlando, the Guardians. Sure stand yo city up, so litty, sup? Hard to cleanse? Past thangs that left, last rings are kept? From it? The thang plummet? We here and ain’t crept, up, yup. We here to stay, there a way. Shoutout Vegas Vipers, hey the cyphers where I pay. My dues, I choose, to shout out bout clout. For the Rock, I clock in to spin and sock. Round the other fans who smother plans wit’ trash talk. Bet some dough yo, let go see the cash walk. Danny Garcia, shoutout her she sure be a, winner of much more than dinner, such score she splendor. Is amazing, it raising the thang high, mane I. Shoutout the Battle Hawks of St. Louis, tattle gawks. Be surprised when the rised ain’t shoo-in’s, it us. Ka-Kaw in ya awe, at that a lit plus. Shoutout the Arlington, Renegades, ya been some grades. A’s, pluses, these charades, much is. For the fan, we can, make it, take it to on to top. XFL, this is never gon’ ever stop.

Yeah, YEAH!

XFL (Prod. Mark Jones)

Lyrics:

(A Hype's lyrics)

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

Woke up, feeling fresh, hella dope, hella spesh. I could choke up cause my hope up and I mesh. So well with who I go tell my words to. No fail, I mo’ sail, just like the birds flew. Oh my, I’m so high, off my fumes, all my dooms. To the past, they don’t last, I won’t cast it on these rooms. From the womb, to the tomb, I’m a keep doing me. Pursuing the, glory, my story ya viewing be.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This that new plan, I’m a new man, and what I do can, start a new span.

This That New Plan (Feat. lunacy) (Prod. tripod)

Lyrics:

(A Hype's Lyrics)

Making big hits like I’m David Ortiz. Shaking them hips be faded shorties. Taking them trips top rated overseas. Baking wit’ wit’s, I’m saving more cheese. For sure G’s, certified money in the bank. Spread the wealth, ahead wit’ health, top rank. You’re pleas, ain’t stopping these funny pranks. People pull that bull and be full of shanks. Just wait a minute, I’d hate to sin it, keep going. Greater winning in the later inning, peep sowing. Up what ya can, in this span, have ran the dough. Man the show like a scandal though, van go through. All the cities wit’ the pities, titties be blinding. I’m minding my own, cause I’m grown, no signing. Me away, I be a play away from success. Shit, I already damn am wit’ what I bless.

No mercy, even if controversy. Follow, just know I ain’t hollow, on the jersey. I rep Mitchell And Ness, bitch you’ll have stress. If ya quest is to best me, I guess ye complex me. I flex the, power every hour wit’ the shit that tower. I’m way past my years, you’re in the past like Sears. Sure, tears, nah but ya wasn’t there. When I been bad and I wasn’t buzzin’ in the ear.

Well I’m here now, bitch.

Dom Hype (Feat. Dom Jordan) (Prod. FiveFingersNoah)

Lyrics:

I’ve been ready for a moment like this, another new album dropping, another Musa beat to open this shit up. Seize the moment, that’s how we do. Now, I know I’ve been a flawed human, I’ve been trying hard, but I can always try harder. Let’s go, one shot.

Praying to God, that I do get old. I’ve gotta settle the sco’ wit’ the cold. Though I’m at peace, it a lease, so that gold. Ain’t staying, so sad at how times have rolled. This is a chance to dance and be bold. Break out the  mold and take out, have pulled. Bullshit full wit’ lies being told. This the real me, not just what I hold. Onto, that I’m a don you must admire. Speaking con spew, c’mon, be true, inspire. The future, nurture I may have not had. I can give to my seeds and go spot rad. Passion in fashion where I ain’t even look nice. I mean what not seen, but got keen advice, look twice. Befo’ we go trust over lust, some peeps crooks. Dumb creeps have me shook, from heaps of what they took. But look … maybe it’s mentality. Maybe say we change our shit, it ain’t finality. Maybe more than pray we ain’t strange and more normality, we get set on being the best us, morality. Maybe we good, maybe we should. Do this, do that, nah we would. If we were you, but we steer our view. Clearly few like how we do. Actually one, factually one, you, yourself, do yourself. Love yourself, don’t shove yourself, so when I’m praying, maybe I’m saying. Give me strength, I wanna live a length that never stop. But hey, what may happen, I’m a keep doing me, and stop this cappin’. You ever drop, a motive cause ya was told it dumb? I sever stop from go cause no mo’ will I fold shit from. Not getting attention, letting ascension get to me was scary. Promotive theatrics tactics had me very wary. Just be you, truly be true, that’s the goal. At least for me, I cease to be if I ain’t my soul. That beast I see in the mirror is clear, my fakeness. To have peace, I must do this self searching, go awake this. Halo over me, get this lurching devil off my back. I know I can do it, a sober spree from evil wack. Forces, of course it’s, me who gotta solve. So I know like greats of natures, I gotta go evolve.

Keep doing you. Keep growing and going.

Evolve (Prod. Musa, st1cks, soupandreas, tonto)

Credits:
@jackzorana_
@prod_comet
@taepreme
@lapinoublanc


Lyrics:
[Intro]
Uh, uh
Said she- Uh
Man, I was too high up in the studio, y'know
Listening to my shi- drinking my juice too...

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, Oh
I get that money just from selling them packs out
My knapsack, backpack, niggas want' talk shit
But they aint gone' start that! (aint gone start that)
I'ma Spark that! (spark that pack)

[Chorus]
The way I live is so solitary (The way i live)
It's scary out there in the world , I see it through my window (My window)
I can tell that hoe is lonely, she was like a widow 
I heard the story; They murdering niggas, they killed bro!
Told em' I aint going, so I said I had to steal some!
My lifes a story; I really did things that I should not (Oh-ayy)



[Bridge]
I just thought of the things that I shouldn't do, not do
I had the moment, then the money was coming through
And I should, I shouldn't do...
But the money took, y'know!



[Verse]
I make that money while I sleep, I sit back and recline!
I took that bitch out on a date, I call it wine and dine!
I fucked the hoe, She probably thinks she love the dope
I can tell, she in love with the dough
Thats why I dont love these hoes
Smash that shit right through the doors
I remember niggas telling me "To keep it old skool"
Niggas never learn, they in to lose, they kept it oldschool
Pull up with that Smithy ye' the blicky, keep a old tool
Pop for your head-shot, now he needs some O²
He get in? He not from round, he not, he not supposed to
Blonde bitch in the cut, seen her right behind you!
Thats your brody? Heard that nigga running right behind you!
Snake up in the grass, and then he lead to your demise (Oh)

[Chorus]
The way I live is so solitary (The way i live)
It's scary out there in the world , I see it through my window (My window)
I can tell that hoe is lonely, she was like a widow 
I heard the story; They murdering niggas, they killed bro!
Told em' I aint going, so I said I had to steal some!
My lifes a story; I really did things that I should not (Oh-ayy)

[Outro]
Done things that I, Ye i really have(woah-oh), have(woah-woah-woah), have(what I-)
I shouldnt do, have(woah-oh-oh), I shouldn't have... Ye i probably shouldn't have (woah-woah-woah-wait)

Window (prod. @taepreme)

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