I do not claim ownership to the instrumentals present on this project, I am only responsible for my vocals.

1. Olive Oil - "Love Elnino"
2. Shoji Meguro - During The Test...
3. Limp Pumpo - ONE MILLION POUNDS OF RAT MEAT
4. Madvillain - Eye (feat. Stacy Epps)
5. Hideaki Naganuma - Humming The Bassline
6. Nujabes - aruarian dance
7. HOME - Overflow
8. Kohta Takahashi - NAKED GLOW
9. Ricky Desktop - The Banjo Beat Pt. 3
10. 2 Mello - dream smooth

This project was made out of passion for these songs and for their original composers, not in any attempts to steal or plagiarize any of their music.

Not My Mixtape

Dream Smooth

Song: The Banjo Beat, Pt .3
Original Artist: Ricky Desktop

Lyrics:
Ahh
What the fuck 
Run it up 
Tastes like blood 
That's was up
Bet yall gats look like twigs
Got my tree in the truck
Spittin dirt like a hick
I Got these bumpkins all on my shit
Teeth like lemons been drinking that piss 
Tongue like gold I don't spit for free
Make momma cry when she hearin’ this shit 
Shit
Yall like “please man don’t say this”
Yall like babies haven't learned shit 
Hit him in the chest like ooh
Run out of clues yeah look kinda blue yeah that
Stench in the room think it's comin’ from you
been out on a run you be stuck in you ways
Yo ass run outta luck and you ain't got no charm
Bitch ass le-pre-chaun
You won’t do no harm
BITCH!
Find me all the way in the back cuz nobody want me
Stealing flows from Peggy like a practice
Covered in piss like a actress 
All this is fake im a mattress
(wait i fucked that up)
Stuck in place 
Got no place
Imma grow
Imma change
Cut my teeth
Just Like fangs
On the hunt 
Change the game
All yo beats sound the same
Sound the same
You and me 
Sound the same
Sound the same yeah

The Banjo Beat, Pt.3

NAKED GLOW

Song: Overflow
Original Artist: HOME


Lyrics:

-Verse-
I be like Uzi watch this 
I can make the whole crowd nauseous honest 
I can make the who crowd stop 
waiting for me let em go
Call me a hick cause I reap what I sow 
moving through the game with cheat codes
No free throws
My bitch is pachinko she scammin them hoes 
I don't leap bro I bound 
They want me to bite like a hound 
I walk away with them in pound bags
Umami the shit you say so sad
Ain't caught in the trends and the fits fads
Spit bullshit and expect to get rich of it
Lookin at me like a prophet 
So off planet that they think I'm an op
Avatar state look like me in zone 
Catch me on pandora my whole crew is blue
BALLED
RIP moses im taking yo job
Splittin these bitches like choppin up logs
Lumberjack wish you would 
Moving on wish you good 
Well
Don’t want yo girl she gay as hell 
But slide me you daddy’s digits
I be on him like a flock of pigeons
Interesting Inever thought I would rap
Sike
I'm not a rapper I just happen to rap
My breath always reekin I talk out the ass
It's wack it's cracked its sad its catch
Yuh
I ain't learn me no respect aye
My foot would good on your neck aye 
Man clean yourself up youse a mess aye
Yo daddy’s floodin call me jet aye
This better not cut in my set
Ladyboy of the hour
You goofies is sour 
Never had no power, cowards need a shower I'mma smell like flowers 
Around the globe they scour over them I tower afraid to speak up man yall yuppies some cowards
Man I just ran out rhymes, call you doctor freeman cuz yo bitch ass just ran out of time
No chorus or features 
No taking five on the bleachers 
Not taking shit like my teachers caught me a ruckus in the back of the class
Dont no where im going always pack a bag
Don't change if I ever come back
What's that
You aint tell me this aint what you wanted
Flexing trauma bro don't get me started 
Always wild i never liked parties 
I can’t help you if you do not want it yeah

-Chorus-
Maybe I can love you on another day
When i'm not disappointed everytime i see my face
When i wouldnt wanna have it any other way
All i gotta say is wait
I know i made one too many mistakes 
Im growin’ but i never said id change
I promise i will never stay the same 
How long you gonna take all the blame?

Overflow

Song: aruarian dance
Original Artist: nujabes

Lyrics:

-Verse-
It's strange
I only ever see me 
fuckin up the past in my dreams
And never paying 
mommas rent of off my Spotify streams 
It's ls ike the only thing that matter how my body look, got me shook
My mind is crumblin 
And all I'm thinking bout' the
Lime light
Long flights                                                                                  
Fanwrites
Features 
No ghost writes
Bar fights
Bad takes 
Creepers
I'm a
Skinny fat king
Not what they think
Know the feeling bro 
Staring at the ceiling bro           
Shit it is always sounding harsh cause I can't process all my feelings, not that simple see I struggle to find my synchronicity and instead of being honest with myself I just pimpify my problems over funky ass beats
No sweat 
Kick back
Got the groove intact
Oh you sad and you hate yourself? Man who the the fuck would listen to that?
Didn't ask don't care
I compensate my just alright appearance with my hair
I peacock with my dress and no one really seems to care 
I fear that everything I do is for the sake of appearances 
Im scared to admit that I don't really 
Know
Flow
Pull
I struggle 
I'm tryin everyday to step outside of my bubble 
And uncover my underlying fear anyone anybody anything and everything 
Suspended by the edge im screamin and sweating stead of work with my feet to find something to step on
To walk
Not flexing just talkin
I don't really talk about my problems very often
It's dangerous and awesome and positively awful
Catch me in my lonely you might walk away with a mouthful of food for the thought
Got my foot up on the gas 
ignoring all the signs that say stop
Me and my crew basse no pop-lock 
It's all just beat rocks head bops sick flows shock and aw
I wish we all could always see from eye to eye like Chaka Khan
I always sober show something that i can get freaky high as everest on

-Chorus-
You are so 
Amazing
I see you in my day dreams
I don't care
What they think
I just want you alone

aruarian dance

Song: Humming The Baseline
Original Artist: Hideaki Naganuma

Lyrics:

-Verse 1-
Got yo bitch moaning like
Uh
Yeah
Hot commin' in 
Float to the top bubblin 
Long hair problem child treated like a underlin'
land of milk and money got no cream, irresponsibly usherin in a pocket full of punishment beams
I wasn't taught no respect
You heard what is said
You have no effect 
I’m foolish
The blues clues heavy like froot loops or a new chevy, daddy wasn’t mad had a fat neck kept is head steady 
Ready and deadly he’d detonate instantaneous 
Like Ferb is fightin' with Phineas
Delirious idiots interchange a generation so hideous in their DNA 
I find when I stop talking it feels like I drop dead like, can't even feel my heartbeat but I'm still walking
I sink my fangs into the rhythm to know I'm still breathin'
This shit’ll make your day like some damn good eatin 
Best believe it
So high up that you can’t even see it
flying by the seat pants
No chance im on my legs when I land
Only chance you can get ahead in a fight with your circumstance
Laughing at my walk I get they jaw droppin' when I dance
Got your baby daddy mad he thought I give you and your mommy a chance

-Verse 2-
Rappin over the instrumentals that really hit em y'all
Bullshittin my greatest hero a fuckin villain (doom)
Crossfire playing with sticks like they still children (what)
Adunna dunna du dunna dit em yo
I rent out a truck for all the baggages 
Finna bend em into two like they done fuck with my cabbages
Dumb luck 
Stop hatin you old fucks
Ignoring the world is warmin' they necklaces froze up
The jokes that you showed up
I don't think you understand, the song of a broken man
Throwin all these punches then complain bout' a broken hand
I command you shoot me in the face if I start wearin' flannel 
Wasnt rappin as a youngin I was fuckin with metal
Heard a second of Gambino then that changed
Bonfire burned burned bright inside my brain
Hopin as I grow that I will never stay the same
But i aint no fuck rapper man I just talk out the ass 
Making up for time wasted 
I was reclusive and quiet I was fake complacent 
Think how I can make changes when those around stay stagnant 
Simply complacent in sickening solitude sorry 
Kept myself a distance was a conscious decision 
Bitch I do it cuz I love it imma die fo' I give in
Can't handle truth cuz when they listen they ears splittin'
This beat like three minutes long and i'm still spittin 
Its venomous tick damage anonymous
NPCs straight autonomous 
I'm running outta rhymes I should start rappin' bout' politics
I'd be a fuckin prodigy  I dont know hat I'm talkin' bout
Fortunate and blessed not lucky 
I can sense em like the trailer park boys something fucky

Humming The Bassline

Song: Eye feat. Stacy Epps
Original Artist: Madvillain 

Lyrics:

(Here we go baby) 
Make a hater disappear then reappear cut in half like magic (I'm magical)
(yes sir)
Two femboys so fine I masturbated (So fiiine)
Your rhymes shitty like your assets liquidated (gross)
In the house like carpet (whoo) (yeah)
Straight fire like arson 
Ever since you left me the music to my nights are hollow like Chris Larkin (shoutout Chris Larkin)
Swim in the orange channel of the Frank Ocean (what) 
The heat I'm droppin, is detrimental like bad rap promotion (you don't know anything about that)
Through all this heat that I,m droppin, I hope you see that I'm trying my best right now I'm not joking (it's not a joke)
My gun sound like a pig smacking it's lips (okay)
Always keep a side of bacon on my hip (I do not support gun violence)
In a wheelchair like a crip
I think your leaking a little let me take a sip (AY THE FUCK YO)
It tastes like chips and ice cream (ice creaam), I scream at the top of my lungs
You realize there's nothing to it like Tai Lung (I love Kung Fu Panda)
Gonna mash you up like Mofongo 
My voice is kinda hoarse but I'm not hung though (ya get it)
Fuckers hanging in between they stacks like bologna 
Wanna press my buttons like controller (BRO)
The path to the minds eye is blocked by gunk
Brother let me get you out this funk
They gon' play this at my funeral when I die
I can see clearly when I think of something in my eye
Mind tricks the body tricks the body tricks the mind tricks the
Mind tricks the body tricks the body tricks the mind tricks the
Mind tricks the body tricks the body tricks the mind tricks the
Mind tricks the body tricks the body tricks the mind

Eye Feat. Stacy Epps

Song: ONE MILLION POUNDS OF RAT MEAT SOLD IN AMERICA
Original Artist: Limp Pumpo

Lyrics:

-Intro-
Pick it up pick it up 
Gone gone
Pick it up pick it up 
Gone Gone
That's not the shit I'm on on
I just be singing my songs songs 
Pick it up pick it up 
Gone gone
Pick it up pick it up 
Gone Gone
That's not the shit I'm on on
I just be singing my songs songs 
 
-Verse-
Uh
Ain't got no time right
Just want my spot in the lime light
Thought everything gone be fine right 
That's not how it look
I'm not a rapper I cook
Okay with the bars and straight ass with the hooks 
Smokin the track got me covered in soot 
Came up from the ash like they burning they books
Can’t cover they ass once I cop me look 
All of my yeah
All of my 
All of my 
All of my yeah
My body a vessel like hollow knight
Im sorry but you cant afford this fight
Look alive 
Look alive
Look alive yeah
Hauntin these rappers like poltergiest
Ain't preachin for shit
You yuppies my fandom
Slits on my wrist, suicide suicide doors on my phantom
Who did this yeah
Who are you tellin me who I am
I doubt you know nothing about you
Imma pull up and out you
Better fumble fast
I'll find you fold and throw you in the trash
And I will never do it for nobody cash
I swear im 5’9” when i stand on my stacks
I peaked at 5’8” i was borned to be mad
I Swear my life is so sad
Who been talking that shit (shit)
He who eating that ass (gross)
My cougars swarming your pad (house)
Gettin freaky with yo dad (father) 
He cryin but he ain't sad
You the best that I've had
He cry in but he aint sad
But I'm betting that shit won't last
Uh
I've been on what you been for Sixth months man you ain't findin shit
I'm telling you to go and find yourself like yous a fucking kid 
They threatin to fisticuffs with arms that look like fuckin twigs 
I'm been goin up for the first time 
Yall still be havin the worst time 
Still regretting that first line
But at least it's better than my first line
Hits like chrome barrettas when I spit lines
Tounge is locked and loaded like a fukin 9
So high up you gotta squint yo eyes
Hella sober feelin super fly
going straight to hell by the time I die 
How can you refuse me for some other guy
Float like a mini coupe
Hit like a truck
Get on yo feet baby you've had enough
Man "how is you up?"
Cuz I give a fuck
Feeding yourself from my teat that you suck
I heard they liking rough  
I heard they fighting for fame  
I heard they blow up at 21 and freeze in time they ain't change
Nah they stuck

-Skit-
Man what I tell you? I said it was gonna be crazy... and it was crazy.
He's coming ba- 
He's coming back now?
fffffffuck
Ay pla-ay pl-pl-play the goofy track I gotta get the fuck outta here…

ONE MILLION POUNDS OF RAT MEAT SOLD IN AMERICA

Song: During The Test...
Original Artist: Shoji Meguro

Lyrics:

-Intro-
Yuh
Check
Rock
Rock
Rock

-Verse-
I just might 
Let the music give me meaning in life 
Yeah that's right
As a youngin' I was cryin' had no drive to make art
I was envying my brothers I was always in their shadows feeling left in the dark
I had this paint in my heart
But y'know everybody gotta grow
I just think I did a bit too fast
Got the crash course 
Fast dark horse
Fast Ramadan 
Obviously been overly occupied ogling your baby daddies and soccer moms
But man I really ain't been hearin' what they have to say
And I smiling at the mirror swear like everyday
And I can confidently say that things will be okay
But don't trip
This shit so sweet and sticky like syrup
I don’t smoke zip 
I spit sick on drum breaks
I talk like I'm hot shit its ironic
That this peanut butter motherfucker still ain't listen the chronic
I fucked up being dishonest
I feel like a disgrace
The only time I ain't feel outta place when I be choppin' the breaks and gettin' funky with the drum and the bass
Ooh
Lovin see the look up on they face 
Ooh
Starship find my ass in space
Zoom
These bars are concentrated like that fresh juice squeeze
Man its easy to please me, so what?
The joke is you showed up
The punchline you love it
You love it now we rockin' like
And baby boy I want you to know, I just want you to know
You got me cryin'
(When I'm sayin somthin' to remember for forever I just want you to be there yeah baby come on)
And when the time has come and it's the end of the world
We both be flying 
(They'll know that I'm soaring I'm cuz I'll bring em' along ain't no reason to cry baby nothing is wrong)
You caught my eye from across the room
I think I like you
(I'm runnin' through the bars like a gazelle I'm just wishing you that you be well come on yeah come on)
And all these kids out here that don't know where to go
Wanna be just like you
(I'll see you when you get there don't be scared you ain't got nothing to worry come on)
Yeah I'm gone
Yeah I'm gone
Yeah go home
Cuz I'm gone
I was there 
Now I'm here
Yeah I'm gone 
Yeah I'm gone

-Skit-
Ay... Ay bro anybody else here? Ay ay ay, don't play that-, don't play that next joint. Here... Pl-play this-pl-play this trust me. I know, I know he's gonna be mad. You gotta trust me on this bro, play it...

During The Test...

Song: Love Elnino
Original Artist: Olive Oil

Lyrics:

-Intro-
Check...
y'all, fucked, up
Yuh 

-Verse 1-
Is it like that?
Thought you wouldn’t mind that
Said that I'd be right back, said that I'd be gone
You know this shit is hot, drop it to the floor
I never said I lost I just don't know where to go
I got flow
Got no dough
I still flex, but I'm broke 
Got no pull
Got no rizz
Got no bitch
Got no hope 
I don't give into despair I just never said I care 
I'm the sorta-white Rapunzel yeah they climbing  with my hair 

-Refrain-
Beggin' me for more
I stack em' up I watch em' go
No cat and mouse with all you fucks cause y'all be chasing after hoes
Imma softie to the core
Carryin' my back is sore
Yeah they line up for the sequel always beggin' me for more
Beggin' me for more
I stack em' up I watch em' go
No cat and mouse with all you fucks cuz y'all be chasing after hoes
Imma softie to the core
Carryin' my back is sore
Yeah they line for the sequel always beggin' me for more

-Verse 2-
Stop the track
Run it back
Oh you tired fuck is sat
Skinny but my ass is fat
Always spittin' so much crap
Rapper I don't deal in facts
Eyes are bluer than the sky, said she love me do or die
I did her once like suicide
Run it
Run it
Run it yeah
Run it yeah
Stuntin'
Stuntin'
Stuntin' with no hunnids'
Im so hot like out the oven
I was ugly like McLovin
Swear my glow up goin crazy
I been hittin' on y'all mothers
Check
Check 
Check like its scratch
Take the stairs to the top I might step on some jets
I'm a kid 
I'm a fool 
I ain't learn no respect
Final form sicko mode
I shoot wetty like I'm sheck
Yeah
Got no bars left 
I just started, black eye peas lets get retarded 
On this track is where my heart is
Back at home where I departed from
Play with sticks not talkin guns
Got funky with the drum and base
Y'all be chillin this race, shawty lookin for a chair
I told him sit up on my face...
Is this what you want?
Bring these rappers to the front 
They so sticky imma roll em' up and smoke like a blunt
I don't croak none 
Oh you workin' 9-5? That's a joke son
The clock been tellin' me to stop 
Its runnin' outta hands and options
I don't rap conscious i just talk shit
Come up in my world I'll show ya what it means to be nauseous 
Everytime I make a move they be tellin' me stop it
Rappin' is the only time I find to be dishonest
Play this bitch in church and have the whole crowd moshpit
Run it, run it yeah run it, run it yeah run it, run it yeah run it
Ah
alright
Beggin' me for more 
I stack em' up and watch em' go
no cat and mouse with all you fucks cause y'all be chasing after hoes
I'm a softie to the core
Carryin my back is sore
Yeah they beggin' me
they beggin' me
they beggin' me
they beggin' me for more
beggin' me for more
beggin' me
they beggin' me
they beggin' me
they beggin' me
they

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