Things Have Changed

switChEz n' ACTioN

switChEz n' ACTioN (Feat. Sonney Blacc)

America needs revolution.\(not mixed/mastered)

Beyond Compare

the game

nvr lose u

Delicate Freestyle

Impulsive Response feat. Marko Smiljanic

International Collab With Zimbabween Artist Mc Chita

The Topic Ft MC Chita (Prod By DevinDidTht)

Whats Poppin???

I’m writing bullets waiting for the perfect time to shoot it
This ain’t rapping boi this is a Summin like movement
If you sitting on fire now’s the right time to use it
They say it grows dim, if u don’t work that tin

What’s poppin
Something
I ain’t hearing nottin
U frontin
Or something
I seeing nottin
I’m plotting
I’m stuntin
Cause I’m cooking Summin
What’s poppin
Oh nottin
So u was just frontin

The tides rolling & raising cross the avenue
The day breaks tuning in to sommin brand nu
The sun shrivels back only to return in June
Me I’m chilling waiting for night stars n moon
Like the dead I’m about to rises up from the lonely tomb
Roses dye when they see the angels wipe they eyes
Man I cry every time I see fairy fly
I get high when I hear the birds sing my name
Feelings kills so I hug my heart & bottle pain
Life’s a plane man you flying till u find your lane
It a shame that I ever got to know name
Now u playing actin like life’s a freggin game

What’s poppin
Something
I ain’t hearing nottin
U frontin
Or something
I seeing nottin
I’m plotting
I’m stuntin
Cause I’m cooking Summin
What’s poppin
Oh nottin
So u was just frontin

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What’s Poppin???

LYRICS 🗣️

Energy
*energy*
Energy

Had it all saved up 
Now ima let it free
I thank God he exposed some friends 
as enemies
Cut em off with katanas
Then I let em bleed

Thinkin bout the last words she ever said to me
"I don't want this anymore"
So I let her leave
Had to dead her 
While she's still alive
RIP

Mother Fuck
Anyone who ain’t believe in me
Now they see me whippin hard in that lamborghin

These days 
When i lose 
It's a victory
It make me come back stronger like a senzu bean 

Rapping shadow clone jiutsu like there's 6 of me
6 of me
They ain’t see the vision
Now they all tryna see

Left me down bad
Left me in my time of need
Now they all lookin up 
Lookin up to me

*Yeah*

Sippin on the fiji
Rolling in the ghini
Vantablack tint 
So they can’t fuckin see me

i’m wishin that a nigga would
Like I had a genie
Pressing buttons in the office 
Like that shit was easy
*That was easy*

Eating strip steak
On the strip in Vegas
Got a stripper
Landing strip how she shaved it
Land my helicopter on the pad
Then get turnt to the maxi
*maxi*
I'm too faded someone call a taxi
*someone call a taxi*

Cab uber black 
She jack me in the backseat
Call it black jack
if you ask me
&
Everything I lost
I’m getting back
x3 x3 x

*Let's go*

Energy
energy
Energy

Had it all saved up 
Now ima let it free
I thank God he exposed some friends 
as enemies
Cut em off with katanas
Then I let em bleed

Thinkin bout the last words she ever said to me
"I don't want this anymore"
So I let her leave
Had to dead her 
While she's still alive
RIP

Mother Fuck
Anyone who ain’t believe in me
Now they see me whippin hard in that lamborghin

These days 
When i lose 
It's a victory
It make me come back stronger like a senzu bean 

Rapping shadow clone jiutsu like there's 6 of me
6 of me

They ain’t see the vision
Now they all tryna see

Deathbell

Written By: Michael Conover & Black Astronaut Records

Let them hate
While you eliminate 
Dark forces that 
reciprocate
Said hate
And dead ways
That keep the people 
Drowning in red bays…
Frowning while Zep plays
Downing a red case
Of Budweiser in the 
back of a matinee…
King of Manhattan hey 
And I don’t care what you say,
I’m about the bag, 
And all your paper fake  
Caus I paved the way
For music to be played today. 
Not too late OK
This is BAR 
Follow us to the Stars
And through the Milky Way
And let ‘em hate, yeah
And let them hate, yeah (whoop)
Oh yeah, let them hate, yeah 
Let ‘em, let them hate, yeah

Drop back squeeze 
Put this down with ease 
Tryna be me? Hell nah, You could never bitch please
Back shots to your bitch, with my hair blowing in the breeze
Yeah, sit here and go bar for bar 
Knowing damn well you not ‘gon make it far 
Bigger, better, stronger 
Sit back and watch my money get longer 
Run your ass over, like we playin’ frogger 

Runnin’ your mouth, talking that shit 
Lay your ass down, end up in the ditch 

Hatin’ on the boy gon’ get your ass popped 
Thinkin’ this a game, bitch you ‘bout to get dropped

Don't test me, don't push my line
This ain't no threat, I will commit a crime 
You playin' with fire, don’t mess with my name 
Take you out back, then put your ass to shame 
I came in the game, nothing gon’ be the same

Let Them Hate (feat. Black Astonaut Records)

Ultra_eko has been lost to the Underside of late, a subtle astral realm created by a rockhopper penguin. His continual process of death and rebirth has led him far from any semblance of original self. Recent spontaneous OBE’s mean he spends far less time embodied than he used to, mostly for tax reasons. He refers to himself in third person as a fractal iteration of source consciousness, cofounder of Underside Entertainment, and lama admirer.