#25 EVERYWHERE

"BEEHIVE"

first single off of upcoming album 25

produced by rajj

EVERYWHERE

Beehive

Produced by: 4Daez

This track is all killer no filler. Each bar has a meaningful rhyme scheme or witty punchline to accompany the nostalgic instrumental.  When creating this song, I rapped it as if I was rapping a freestyle on a radio show or joined a cypher on the street corner, which is how i intend to perform the record.

Everything about this song bleeds underground, gritty, east coast hip hop, from the delivery down to the mix — a dying art that T Clipse will not let got extinct. Lonestar is the shining star of hope for fans of cyphers, freestyles, and organic rap that comes few and far between

ALL PLATFORMS

LONESTAR (Freestyle)

Written/performed/mixed by: T Clipse
Produced by: Rajj

LYRICS: I can't go back to the old days
Riding down I-95 like OJ
All my shit gas propane
They wanted me in that bag okay
I pray I don't crash no brakes
Try me you gon' get embarrassed okay (Okay)

I can't go back to the old days
Riding down I-95 like OJ (I-95)
I'm on they ass okay
I'm not alright but I act okay (Okay)
Let's keep it a stack okay
Segregated like the past no lames
Lets keep it on wax okay
Thought I was gonna come in last no way

Might take yo bitch out to Coldplay
Might take yo credit card and split it with the brozay (Yeah)
I can go back to the old ways
Might buy the whole thing Hov at the Barclays (Forreal)
Cant post the Lo thats a hot play
They popped Pop Smoke like right where LeBron stay (Damn)
Turn a big fish into shark bait
Pass me the woods real shit it's been a long day (Real Shit)
But I still hope for a long life
Too bad my heart too cold like Klondike
He been sending threats on the net so its on sight
New pack hit like All Might
The money be horny it fuck with me
Wasn't watching Dora turned on Discovery (Yeah)
Watch out who you lose to death cause it come in 3's
Cause and effect wanna win gotta hustle clean

I lost some people forreal this year I couldn't grieve
Rolled up my heart wit my sleeve
Strapped up the boots
I got a daughter to feed
Organic bottles ain't cheap
I done got fleeced
They stole some paper and products that really ain't nothing to me (Nothing)
You took my time, you took my passion and drive
And that really be cutting me deep

I can't go back to the old days
Riding down I-95 like OJ (Yeah)
All my shit gas propane
They wanted me in that bag okay
I pray I don't crash no brakes
Try me you gon' get embarrassed okay
I can't go back to the

I can't go back to the old days
Riding down I-95 like OJ (I-95)
I'm on they ass okay
I'm not alright but I act okay (Okay)
Let's keep it a stack okay
Segregated like the past no lames
Lets keep it on wax okay
Thought I was gonna come in last no way

#25

I-95

Yeah
Just walk wit me

Ima rock out like it's Green Day
I need green paper the C’s way
Don't walk around with envy in your heart you’ll get the green face (Forreal)
Freeze frame rewind when OG's told me to keep pace
Since a puppy dawg been living raw just like ceviche
Sturgeon caviar with some Boston oysters I eat great (I eat great)
Put the cheese grater on any rat who gon' leave statements (Yeah)
And they think I’m just a rapper but I need greatness
Final frontier ain’t my hometown cause I seen places
Pardon my anatomy feeling grey and I need patience
Hooping, praying, walking all these miles got my knees aching
Sheath shank em, Legend of Zelda when we gon' link baby? (I don't know)
I’m just playing I have too much time to think lately

Uh 
Yeah
I'm just playing I got too much to think lately
(Am I wrong If I pray? If I fall?)
So I ask myself
(Am I wrong if I stay here too long? Am I wrong?)

Am I wrong cause I pray for one another? (Am I wrong?)
Am I wrong cause I'll still take a mutha if I got to (Am I wrong?)
Am I wrong cause I follow God the highest none above him (Yeah)
But I hate the army, cops, and under-covers 
Am I wrong?
For my integrity cause I wont lie
But there were times I pushed her feelings to the side
Am I wrong, Am I wrong?
Because I wouldn’t kill a fly
But I’d titan stomp the world for me and mine
For me and mine, For me and mine

I fed my baby carrots and I put some in her ear too
I can’t bare the city I'm in the mountains like Bear Grylls (I am)
They treat me like the bear we been in the kitchen wit samples
Hunting down rappers might put his head on my mantle for keepsake
Pasta primevera caramel cheesecake
Top floor connect in the city so that's a cheap date
Freeze fame fast forward put my family on green plains (Green plains)
Made it out the field like Aaron Rodgers leaving Green Bay
We still in it I seen em steal written's for Pete's sake
You eat what you kill cause rapping ain't got no rebates (At all)
Got memories I still cant wrap my head around I seen things
The cost of doing what I love on who I love ain't prepaid
Clipse

Yeah
Ain't prepaid
(Really gotta pay the cost when you doing this man)

Am I wrong cause I pray for one another?
Am I wrong cause I'll still take a mutha if I got to
Am I wrong cause I follow God the highest none above him
But I hate the army, cops, and under-covers 
Am I wrong?

AM I WRONG???

Produced by: Jazzmania
Written performed by: T Clipse & Quis Chauncey
Recorded/mixed/mastered by: T Clipse @ Zen Studios

LYRICS:

First Quarter
I'm trynna play the whole season

25 I’m trynna stay alive and make my baby smile
Locked myself off checked 100 times they still got inside
Yeah
Counter working rain or shine
Every win done came with about 5 losses
Uh

25 I’m trynna stay alive and make my baby smile (Yeah)
Locked myself off checked 100 times they still got inside (Inside)
I don't take sick time money counter working rain or shine
Every win done came with about 5 losses 
Shit couldn’t break me down at all
Niggas never had to break me off
If I fall on my ass I know they got me I make that call (Make that call)
Way too many talking big on the sideline but wont play ball wit me
It ain't complicated they ain't around then they ain’t involved

Im enthralled
I’m in KAWS, I’m in SAKS, I'm in Boston (Yeah)
20/20 vision but them Pucci glasses cost me
I’m way too cautious gotta brace up when I’m flossing (Floss)
I can’t lie this baby momma shit exhausting
I broke my back, I told her I ain’t really trynna be no stat (No stat)
Ain't putting on blast, only place I vent forreal is in these raps (These raps)
Been so fucked up about this I'm still trynna get me back
Paper cuts on my eyes wiping my tears with these racks
She said Goodnight, Clipse
I'm mixing sessions up for felons on that night shift
And I got features that be beef hope they don’t try shit
Sneaky bitches move like roaches when you hit that light switch
Low brightness
On my phone I ain't texting hoes this finance 
Heard they was talking crazy bout me and mine and you kept quiet
They tryna suck the life out me no vampires invited
Captain Clipse baby this a tight ship forreal

25 I’m trynna stay alive and make my baby smile (Yeah)
Locked myself off checked 100 times they still got inside (Inside)
I don't take sick time money counter working rain or shine
Every win done came with about 5 losses 
Shit couldn’t break me down at all (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas never had to break me off
If I fall on my ass I know they got me I make that call (I make that call)
Way too many talking big on the sideline but wont play ball wit me (Won't play ball)
It ain't complicated they ain't around then they ain’t involved

Okay
It’s Slide or die my brothers be my dawgs
If I fall the Zen gon' pick me up know we gon' ball
If it’s commas I’m getting involved
If I got to I’m breaking the law 
If I got to I’m breaking the bank
Charging game I done ran up the cost 
I done gave up my heart to a ghost 
She want a post, but I know she running a go (Go)
I had my brother go switch up over a key
Nigga yo trap slow
Watch yo brother and lock that back door 
They ain’t got no back bone 
Live my life like this my last song get that bag homie (Go)
25 done been through a lot, seen my people cry (Yeah, yeah)
Ride or die I don’t wanna go, I’m tryna feed the pride 
Live my life to see my momma smile and them dollar signs
Ain’t tryna forever live my life regretting lost time
Any shit you done seen me in or rock, I done bought mine
I’m with Clipse he came wit loaded clips, for when we outside
We kick drama to the curb, word to bro and mob ties
We gon' win it all we all grinding and we gon' all shine     
(We gon all shine)
(We gon all shine)

25 I’m trynna stay alive and make my baby smile
Locked myself off checked 100 times they still got inside
Money counter working rain or shine
Every win done came with about 5 losses 
Shit couldn’t break me down at all

(At all)
(Make that call)

NO VAMPIRES INVITED (feat. Quis Chauncey)

Produced by: Rajj
Written/engineered by: T Clipse

LYRICS: 

Yeah

Why you dip out when the going gets hard?
Cut my lights and Ima glow in the dark
Toy soldier how they tore me apart
Half a cent I put my soul in a song (Yeah)

Cut my lights and Ima glow in the dark
Half a cent I put my soul in a song

Okay I might be nah I'm trippin wait a minute
Gotta trust my intuition, I cant quit, go the distance
How I'm still all in yo mentions if I'm clipped I don't get it (I don't know)
All these niggas out here doing the most they bitches wouldn't pet 'em
Never know who next to snake me so I'm strapped anti-venom
Haven't crossed my mind in years probably think I'm out to get 'em
I don't give a fuck I'm that truck prayed up with custom denims
I ain't nervous at no shows my parents watched me rock a setlist
Different stages, different paper, different type of motivation
Different games from different ladies left my heart as cold as glaciers
When I'm nervous I don't panic I just pray and hold the stainless
And I'm coming out that chamber hard as ever on some anime shit

Why you dip out when the going gets hard?
Cut my lights and Ima glow in the dark
Toy soldier how they tore me apart
Half a cent I put my soul in a song (Yeah)
Cut my lights and Ima glow in the dark
Toy soldier how they tore me apart
Half a cent I put my soul in a song

Half a cent fuck the industry I'm Makaveli
Let's be accurate I might go shave my head and tat the belly (Yeah)
Ain't a thing these rapping niggas or they managers could tell me
Ima make 'em switch they genre like Em did Machine Gun Kelly
I'm embedded in decisions that I made look where it led me
I ain't even trynna flex I seen good, bad, and ugly Betty
First impressions mean a lot 'cause they gon' treat me how they met me
(First impressions mean a lot 'cause they gon' treat me how they met me)
Made a studio in my hometown 'fore I could drink a beer
Inked the deal
Fucked around for a couple years
We made some fire but we wasn't thinking clear
Started over leveled up so many times like Mario
I had a peach in there
Free Luigi man
I ain't talking on no ouija board I rather meet 'em there like
Yeah
I ain't talking on no ouija board I rather meet 'em there like

GLOW IN THE DARK

Produced by: Jazzmania
Written/Engineered by: T Clipse

LYRICS:

Yeah

Gotta pause for a minute life's great
I don't need a thing from you baby I'm straight (Yeah)
Know I been a cold nigga teach you how to ice skate
I don't write it on my page written all on my face
And I seen you at the party you know this is my place? (My place)
I'm tryna buy time guess I gotta buy drinks (Buy drinks)
I think we on a cloud
Hundred thousand miles in the sky right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now

Who wit me?
I really gotta watch the whole city
Life sticky oh man
Sometimes I rather bump slow jams
In the function and one, two, dance
Lights dim like damn
You nervous when I'm holding yo hand
Once my Gina stop playin kick 'em out like Pam
Door slamming
Met a her at the Job like Pam
Told her meet at the spot wit no cameras I handled
Feel it in my sole like sandals
I swear I don't care, I ain't scared of getting cancelled
Like birthday pranks ain't no blowing out my candles (At all)
You talk a lot fantasy Gretchen, Hansel
I know you thinking bout the stuff we been through
I know you thinking bout the stuff we can't do
Ain't too many touch me I ain't ran through
I been T Clipse since a youngin' was a dancer
Put me on ice fuck it guess I got an anthem

Gotta pause for a minute life's great
I don't need a thing from you baby I'm straight (Yeah)
Know I been a cold nigga teach you how to ice skate
I don't write it on my page written all on my face
And I seen you at the party you know this is my place? (My place)
I'm tryna buy time guess I gotta buy drinks (Buy drinks)
I think we on a cloud
Hundred thousand miles in the sky right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now

Right now
Right now, right now
Right now
Hundred thousand miles in the sky right now
I say, been a cold nigga teach you how to ice skate
I say, been a cold nigga teach you how to

Gotta pause for a minute life's great
I don't need a thing from you baby I'm straight (Yeah)
Know I been a cold nigga teach you how to ice skate
I don't write it on my page written all on my face
And I seen you at the party you know this is my place? (My place)
I'm tryna buy time guess I gotta buy drinks (Buy drinks)
I think we on a cloud
Hundred thousand miles in the sky right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now

SKATING...

Produced by: Rajj / Fony Wallace
Written/Engineered by: T Clipse @ Zen Studios

LYRICS:

Uh

Yeah

Look in the mirror
Hoping I find love again
Hoping the end isn't near
Cut off bout nine of my fingers and I could still count up my fears
There ain't too much there (At all)
Drop me in that forest go pray for the bear
Y'all boycotting stores that I'm locked out for scams
Too many locked up, you can catch me at the auction only time doing a bid
Look in the mirror
Hoping I find love again
Hoping the end isn't near
Cut off bout nine of my fingers and I could still count up my fears
There ain't too much there
I'm wit Moroccans they came from the sand
Might buy yo block give the mayor the plan (Forreal)
Might blow you up off a bass and a snare
Mike on the haters they face in they hand

Too many switched up too many hiccups
Too many kids with the blick tucked
200 just to get started on the flip
Cuz gave me the drop I ain't slip once (Not once)
Got a lil sauce then I dipped out
Didn't know then was a pawn on a big route
Messing with the money then I flipped out
Knocking on the crib looking stressed on the ring bell
Had to use that loss as a staircase
Gave a lil time for the grind thats a fair trade (Yeah)
Couldn't co-op with the fakes I'm on campaign
I be wit the wolves like where Ant play
Got some numbers I can never hit green on
Talk in code this shit get deeper than lingo
5 hits in a row I'm yelling out BINGO
Shorty left me she ain't like that I sing songs

Look in the mirror
Hoping I find love again
Hoping the end isn't near
Cut off bout nine of my fingers and I could still count up my fears
There ain't too much there (At all)
Drop me in that forest go pray for the bear
Y'all boycotting stores that I'm locked out for scams
Too many locked up, you can catch me at the auction only time doing a bid
Look in the mirror
Hoping I find love again
Hoping the end isn't near
Cut off bout nine of my fingers and I could still count up my fears
There ain't too much there
I'm wit Moroccans they came from the sand
Might buy yo block give the mayor the plan (Forreal)
Might blow you up off a bass and a snare
Mike on the haters they face in they hand

STORY MODE

Produced by: Rajj
Written/performed by: T Clipse & Rich Cinco
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by: T Clipse @ Zen Studios 

LYRICS:

Okay
Yeah

Spot too hot Ima leave it
Too much too lose, on the block playing defense (Yeah)
My heart crossed for the secrets 
Never tell a soul we locked or we beefin' (Never)
Ion got opps I got fans on the bleachers
Pray, I dont talk to the reaper (Fanned out)
Got a white boy like Beavis
He move Addys like switching up leases
Spot too hot Ima leave it
Too much too lose, on the block playing defense (Forreal)
My heart crossed for the secrets 
Never tell a soul we locked or we beefin' (My heart crossed)
They don't want that they vegan
I pray to God I don't talk to the reaper
I be out lakeside peaceful (Uh yeah)
Switching up visas like I was illegal

Pockets stay big like Precious (Big)
Shorties want a ring like Sméagol (Yeah)
Ion do 21 questions (At all)
Only one is you gone leave me? (Let me know)
I just signed a new deal forreal 
Go ahead and front me the bill (Front me the bill)
If it's a crime to be this real 
None of u niggas in jail

Feel like Lil Zay how I'm ballin these hoes 
Bad bitch in the spot and you know Ima fold
With the gang real close whether right or we wrong 
We don’t listen for shit gotta keep me a pole 
Ova East by the bridge had to link wit my Zoe 
Said he got me a play on the route Ima go 
But I had to come back tell dukes that I'm gone 
She don’t like what I do when I'm leavin' my home (Leavin' my home)
Put the V up in sport had to go beat the road 
I ain’t do it for free need a band for the show 
From the Bean to the Den full of pounds of that smoke 
I ain’t stopping for nothing blowin' clouds of that dope (Blowin' clouds of that dope)
Blowin pounds of that dope 
And I really don't care what you on 
If you goin then leave me alone
On my phone talkin' shit like you think you the one (You think you the one?)
Next time sayin baby come home
What you on bitch you think that I’m dumb?
Tryna be where I'm at 'cause I'm up 
But I been doing shit and it really ain’t nun' (It really ain’t nun')
Big hits knockin' shit out the park 
Ima slime lil nigga after dark 
I ain’t done bitch this just is a start 
Get the fuck out my face if you ain’t on what I’m on (You ain’t on what I’m on)
You ain’t what I’m on 
Bitch leave me alone (Just leave me alone)
Get the fuck out my face if you really ain’t goin (You really ain't goin?)
You really ain’t goin
You don’t like what I’m on
Just leave me alone

Spot too hot Ima leave it
Too much too lose, on the block playing defense (Yeah)
My heart crossed for the secrets 
Never tell a soul we locked or we beefin' (Never)
Ion got opps I got fans on the bleachers
Pray, I dont talk to the reaper (Fanned out)
Got a white boy like Beavis
He move Addys like switching up leases
Spot too hot Ima leave it
Too much too lose, on the block playing defense (Forreal)
My heart crossed for the secrets 
Never tell a soul we locked or we beefin' (My heart crossed)
They don't want that they vegan
I pray to God I don't talk to the reaper
I be out lakeside peaceful
Switching up visas like I was illegal

CROSS MY HEART

LEFT 4 DEAD

Produced by: Jazzmania
Written/performed/engineered by: T Clipse

LYRICS:

Yeah
Trynna be better every day
A better version of myself, a better man and just
Hope my successes overtake my shortcomings

Forgive me for my sins
I open up my phone like damn somebody died again
I hope it's not my friend damn it is
All I can do is pray and reminisce 
And take a break from the internet, pictures, and messages 
Like is it for you or them?
And going through the midst of the gang culture is nasty
You smoking on this boy? I seen his mom crying last week
Shit goes deeper than stab wounds and blast heat 
Navajos, Apaches
The prayer vs. the banshee
Man I miss my boy I'm boutta put some on his canteen 
Need two hands to count the fallouts they ain’t scam clean
Antsy but on the outside I kept the fam clean
I really miss my baby it breaks my heart when I can't see her
How we turn to Pangea?
How it feel to plan yo life wit her, now I'm on strike like Derek Jeter 
Kept my mouth shut but now I’m writing 'til my hands bleeding
Cave diving got myself in this hole now I cant leave it 
Im thinking man free me
I'm with my brother like a damn Freeman 
I don't even trust my Amazon ring cam beeping
I don't even trust myself I'm writing down these weird dreams 
And stuff that happens to me cause everybody got amnesia 
Everybody cheerleading on some pyramid scheme shit not Giza
I get game from professors and block bleeders
Lemon pepper stepping on these niggas cause they not seasoned
Asian cop put me in the room where they cop pleas in
Said free Palestine for years insta called treason
God destroy the false leaders
And let me overcome this trauma from my past
So maybe one day I can stop chiefing 
Right decision for the wrong reasons
Now my heart as hard as Nokia
Learned that you gotta cut 'em off one branch fuck the whole tree up

Weight of the world Ima walk thru it (Yeah)
Look to my left and my right how they all moving
One, two, watch my step will I fall?
If they in my way Ima R2 em, sharpshooter

Weight of the world Ima walk thru it (Yeah)
Look to my left and my right how they all moving
Watch my step will I fall?
Family feuding we all losing

Yeah It's a new day again nah I cant lie
Okay I woke to some pain again
Tape cassettes playing in my brain again
I’m cursed with this photographic memory 
Nah say you blessed
Going through so much still pay the check
Still gotta make these business moves calculate the risk
Every single day was driving miles keep my baby fed
Every single night was waking up with her I never slept
Paint me as a villain but the canvas knows I did my best
Forreal

I did my best
And that's on me

Called me out my name and broke me down til there was nothing left 
There’s 3 sides to every story hate when they don't read the rest
Hate how they don't see the Superman in me I’m beating Lex
Hate it when I do em how they did me, bet so be it then
Took a lil shroom in LA told gang I can’t steer the whip
Had a lil trip, I’m up writing bout the love for my family 
Who knew two weeks later that would be the end of it?
Not me, cut deep as a posse
And this some flu game shit still got shot clock cheese
And some days it's hard but I still gotta drop these
Treat the stu session like its Therapy, God please
Erase the pride jealousy and pain on my heart strings

Weight of the World

Produced by: Rajj
Written/engineered by: T Clipse

LYRICS:

Yeah

Put my soul on display that's my occupation
Take my heart out my body like operation
Kill the sandman Ima make 'em wake up
Fuck the game while it's ovulating
Put my life on display that's my occupation
Take my heart out my body like operation
Yo I'm worse than a hater this condemnation
They don't got no bars they exonerated

Need a Jewish lawyer need a asian motor (Forreal)
When I skirt off engine sound like Anaconda
Need a pond with some land like them white folks
But I'm cooking like a fat bitch down in NOLA (Here you go baby)
Trap mentality wit legal money
Treat that paperwork like its a Motorola
And no woman I been with could ever say that
I done cheated, stole, or put my hands up on her (On God)
A lot of y'all niggas can't jack that shit I know
You still a thot a you put that verse in yo bio (Yeah)
Put me on the mat bag flippin' like Biles (Yeah)
Pass me the spliff pack kicking like Ryu (Hadouken!)
I know a producer that only got catalog cause of me
Now he dont fuck wit me (Why?)
And he talking bout what he's gonna do
Go make a name for yourself you ain't touching me
No I ain't saying shit subtly (Nah)
No they cant fuck with us humbly (At all)
Zen Studios from mass to the country
Running yo mouth while I'm running a company bitch, it's Clipse

Put my soul on display that's my occupation
Take my heart out my body like operation (Operation)
Kill the sandman Ima make 'em wake up (Wake up)
Fuck the game while it's ovulating (From the back)
Put my life on display that's my occupation
Take my heart out my body like operation
Yo I'm worse than a hater this condemnation
They don't got no bars they exonerated

OPERATION

Prod. Rajj
Written/performed/mixed by: T Clipse

LYRICS: 

Two five
Two five
Yeah
On some real Bay State shit
Back on that side wit it
(Let's go)

Back on them late night missions
Back on the Bayside with it (Woah woah)
They wack but it ain't my business
No capping that ain't my image (Woah woah)
My name all in they mouth got plaques but I ain't no dentist
My name gon' live on cant be lackin' around my children (I can't)
Back on that wake up get it
Back on the bayside with it (Woah woah)
Blacks with a Red Sox fitted
You know how we run up tickets (That's forreal)
My name all in they mouth got plaques but I ain't no dentist (Nah)
My name gon live on cant be lackin' around my

Super fly and I'm on my grind I can't go for less (Nah)
Tell me if you feeling me or not girl I can't overstep
You listen when I talk about my interests and I notice that (I do)
But when I tell you bout the shit I'm on its here we go again
In that mode again, pressure put some diamonds on the golden kid (Yeah)
Putting my soul on these songs like Otis Redd
Pray fore I go to bed (Yeah)
I done got pushed to my limits seen the bottom and I know the edge (I know it)
If i already did it, why you ain't listen to me i know what's best (Why)
Walking miles know i crossed yo mind a couple times and that's forreal
I got my own kid still be sonning yall i feel like uncle Phil (Yeah)
Concrete jungle get it how you get it its kill or be killed
If you aint wit the family cool I guess you food thats how I feel
Uh uh
That's how I feel (Yeah)
Doctor tried to give medication think I'm ill
I told him it's okay it's from the game then paid the bill
Then he told me you looked stressed you gon' live longer being chill
So I'm

Back on them late night missions
Back on the Bayside with it (Woah woah)
They wack but it ain't my business
No capping that ain't my image (Woah woah)
My name all in they mouth got plaques but I ain't no dentist
My name gon' live on cant be lackin' around my children (I can't)
Back on that wake up get it
Back on the bayside with it (Woah woah)
Blacks with a Red Sox fitted
You know how we run up tickets (That's forreal)
My name all in they mouth got plaques but I ain't no dentist (Nah)
My name gon live on cant be lackin' around my children