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Soundcloud Sunday: Volume 116

DIGRESS // MY LIFE

// LYRICS //

I don’t need a reason
I don’t need a reason
I don’t need a reason, no
I don’t need a reason for you
All this shit blows 
I don’t give a damn
I’m about to arise I arose 
Falling down on these hoes
If I really am the bad guy why can I justify
Everything I ever try 
Ever fucking try
Fuck you 

This is my life fuck you
This is my life fuck you
This is my life fuck you
I’ll do what I please without you
This is my life fuck you
This is my life fuck you
This is my life fuck you
I’ll do what I please without you

MY LIFE

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)

All Cool

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Music on all platforms under A Hype

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

Yurrr, for sure, I’m in ya area, rhyming hysteria. Shit, it close to Halloween, I’m scaring ya, with off the grid type of Hype, pop the lid off the snipe. Now there’s terror in the scenario, yo. Or I can make it more PG like Trick Or Treat. For sure, I spur on when I pick a Tweet. Responses wild, far from mild, this is my style. Yurrr, all up in the air baby. Purrr, he boo’d up, Ella Mai baby. The cure to my insecure ness is less stress. How I stay a stellar slay in a world where, look at they! Ass, they took my dog and now I’m gassed. But looking through the fog I found my rebound, Bella Mae. I went from the cellar place to slew this clever ace. Like I’m a smart pitcher, A Hype a part bitcher. But not this time, I’m up in my element. Fake it ‘til ya make it? Shit, I’m telling it. How it is, the kids need a role model. And I’m not gon’ be cracking an Ol’ E, cold bottle. I’m gon’ be me and stay clean. Yurrr, for sure. I’m pure like water before humans came. Yet a blur in the grand land scheme of thangs. New plans are needed, even if few fans have heeded to it, this is that true shit, what the fuck. I just talk to talk, well that’s wassup. And like Fat Joe, all the way up. So take that yo, I’m a stay up. And to my people yelling “Yurrr”. I’m all ready right “hereee”. Let me make this “clearrr”. I’m for sure, Yurrr.

YURRR (with Yokai) (Prod. Mark Jones)

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Childz - Gatorade Showers

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)

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Music on all platforms under A Hype

Lyrics:

(A Hype verse)

That ball is gone, A Hype hits a home run, at all ball parks, even over tall marks, my play type gets me from some bum one year flash in the pan, to hall of fame, my stash in my span, is why they call my name when you bring up crazy charisma, even believing when I be lazy, I is the, best potentially, essentially I need to heed to shit talk, but I don’t want to anger a stranger, danger can get chalk, around ya body, the sound of shotty, got ye bleeding, and I stand a fucking GOAT, what I tote succeeding. From throat I quote the fucking flame, any clucking claim, that I ain’t, ya just capping yapping, ya sucking lame. Positivity, chose to give it free, hate bait make me so livid, see, vivid fee to pay when ya go and say in ya ho’ing way, the doubt, out here we’re cray. And me too, but where I stand, see through, the flu of hate ya push, love mo’ great and hush, any trait to shush down my crown.

Phresh Hype 2 (Feat. phreshboyswag & 36julius) (Prod. nyli & xion orion)

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Lyrics:

Fuck it, I wanna do it in one take. Speak the peak true shit of who lit, a ton make. Fake ass lies, amass cries that be bluffing. Me nothing, shit, it wrong cause yo the song something. Fuck it, my flow go alone prone. To incite, win, aight, you motherfuckers sin, right. Well so do I, and this is just the intro. I could’ve, maybe should’ve choose to let loose the instrumental.

Mother fucker I’m ill, like Lil Wayne in 08. Chill on a pill, ‘til a mother fucker go great. Every mother fucker that I know go flow straight. Quality through casualty, as you see I blow fate. Out the mother fucking window, in mo’ plays I get. Ways I bet on myself help the arrays I set. Ayo bro, it’s A Hype, the type to never ever stop. I’m tip top hip hop, coming through with a new clever bop.

Now is the time to rhyme way beyond my definition. Fly mission I’m on, I long to soar for more vision. As to, pass through the clouds as louds from the musician. Fill the crowds, ‘til the shrouds take they position. In my casket, my ass bet that I’m going places. Flowing faces gon’ be put on, haters shut on. Debaters of my craft can’t even come up with a rough draft. Mine line as funny, the pun be even having the tough laughed.

Mother fucker I’m ill, like Lil Wayne in 08. Chill on a pill, ‘til a mother fucker go great. Every mother fucker that I know go flow straight. Quality through casualty, as you see I blow fate. Out the mother fucking window, in mo’ plays I get. Ways I bet on myself help the arrays I set. Ayo bro, it’s A Hype, the type to never ever stop. I’m tip top hip hop, coming through with a new clever bop.

I sin and sang, through the mother fucking yin and yang. Y’all bring the bang, I do my mother fucking thing that rang. Heads, it dead’s the other sucka mother fucker style. While, I’m gathering, rather then a mother fucking pile. A team, the gleam is beyond the song man. It’s on man, if you wanna fight or flight for long man. Cause I ain’t aggressive but I can get excessive. Y’all all hiding, I’m siding with excessive. That’s me, gats be hitting bull shitting. Lyrically, hysterically I mean I’m getting. Much better, such getter go attitude. Is atta dude, that a rude guy scammed me, for something like a Grammy. Bitch, I itch to one day actually do a song. You is long gone but still I will through the wrong. Put my feelings aside and ride wit’ ya. Cause how I does was and still will never mother fucking get ya.

Mother fucker I’m ill, like Lil Wayne in 08. Chill on a pill, ‘til a mother fucker go great. Every mother fucker that I know go flow straight. Quality through casualty, as you see I blow fate. Out the mother fucking window, in mo’ plays I get. Ways I bet on myself help the arrays I set. Ayo bro, it’s A Hype, the type to never ever stop. I’m tip top hip hop, coming through with a new clever bop.

Big Boss Rabbit Remix (Re-Recorded)

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Lyrics:

(A Hype verse 1)

I’ve got the power like a Nissan, my drive hot, yet every hour, got my freeze on, and honey, I know where my super suit is, hand on my funny, I glow within the laughs, a trooper for the root cause, of gaffes turned to smiles, I learned those piles of fake love that burned, those styles ain’t healthy anyway, I’m wealthy anyway, and I stand a fucking icon, to haters who debaters, better be ducking when my mic on.

(uta hook)

Cocaine diamonds
white like wine
Revin on my neck nissan
walk into the club
put my music on
call me lil jugg man
racks long
i just whip the pot
2 tone on my watch
Cocaine diamonds
white like wine
butterfly doors like suicide
lights gonna glow on the inside
thinkin its tron
cash never run out
look at my route,its long

(A Hype verse 2)

Ka-Chow!!! I feel like Lightning McQueen, if ya know ya know, and if ya show ya glow, do it then, time wait for no one, I’m great and flow brung, ecstatic excitement, dramatic like lightning, this Patek is frightening, since when I watch a watch? I wanna be hot like sauna, me got no tick tock up on a, wrist, I insist better ways to spend, and she know that wetter days on my dick, I been a friend, and now we can go much further, but even then I’m heaving in a lesson, better be smart, the art of fucking and sucking … don’t dart to conclusions, of if the love can carry a baby right there and then, illusions, marry and maybe, right there and then ya might share a penetrating common thought, what I’m in, brought, no sensation that, leads to a kid now, I breeds no bid now, so yo, don’t go do it, shit, I can’t even pay for support, in short, your sport of sort, may be fucking and watches, I’m plucking top notches off the head when I read.

(uta hook)

Cocaine diamonds
white like wine
Revin on my neck nissan
walk into the club
put my music on
call me lil jugg man
racks long
i just whip the pot
2 tone on my watch
Cocaine diamonds
white like wine
butterfly doors like suicide
lights gonna glow on the inside
thinkin its tron
cash never run out
look at my route,its long

(A Hype verse 3)

Been an imaginator, creator, innovator, winner major, I wager me wit’ the pager, the cell phone, the AI videos, my swell known brain is taking over by storm, my form may be is kiddy flows, but even adults know, the cults show they haven’t learned much, and my audiences I except the hotty, hence this is a sexy kept flow that touch the true thinkers, to tinkers with the clean, why fix? But here we share a lotta broke, I seen the mix. Ya don’t gotta choke on ya pain, between the fix and the lips that try to hide the evils ways, I see the dips, the devils, they says, divide and conquer, I ride to untie, you might go on your quest to don, ensure you stay away from trouble, see it bubble, be dumb and smuggle, peace from us all, I’m mad, sad, glad, this is oh so normal, but peace we all deserve, the nerve to hide it from, while aside we glum, you glutton go yum, let go butt in and rule of thumb, cool to be mum on a dictator is not where we from, take a pic later ‘fore ya sure to be killed, thrilled is I’m, but back to the Nissan and watches, my knees on the floor, hoping for more, beyond coping, to soar, they got us in they clutches, now watch this, be observant or be the job of a servant.

White Like Wine (Feat. uta) (Prod. korchy)

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