(Original Song)
*Beats are from oskrr on the "Voloco" app
*Recorded on Voloco

(Made in less than a day)

Lyrics:


Bean

Bean

Bean

Bean

Bean

Bean


Bean
Bean
Bean
Bean
Bean


I’ve been
Growing
Everyday
Soaking
Maybe smoking
But at least 
I’m not not not not choking


If I wanna start bars just get down with the beat
I ain’t the one choking so hear me out on repeat
If the players gon play, put em out on the street
Don’t think I’m done — only done when complete


You think I’m highhhhhh - I am low
Only sleeeeeep - till I’m sore
When I breeeeeaath - does it blow?
Will I knock you fucking down like a motherfucker door?


Aye, don’t (re)member you this night; am I choking?
Only thang I (re)member was the sex — it was deep throatin
Got my rhymes from delusion, and drinking, of course smoking
Mind altercations are brewing up a music potion


Rising highhhhh - to the sky
Who am i banging - is it a guy?
Should I lay low off these beers with a sad sigh?
Maybe better dying high, making problems go bye bye


Bean

Bean

Bean

BEAN



~Concluding~



Yo and
Shoutout oskrr
Made the beats
Made the heat
It’s complete

We out — peace

Bean

(Original Song)

*2nd independent single
*Beats and instrumentals respectively owned by "OfficialBulletproof" on Youtube (Yeat Type Beat 2024 - "MAIN CHARACTER") 
*This song took me 2 days to make

Lyrics: 

Yeah, this another one 

Oooohhhhh

Aye, back to the front
I’m rapping the game 
I’m rapping fo' fun

Look, I’m running the gun
I’m shooting the players
They know that I won

Pen in my mouth
I’m guarding the game
Like we do in the south
But they up in the north 
They lackin' it short
I know that they spittin' fo’ the damn clout

Haha got my rhymes again

Though I know I ain’t got money, can we just pretend
Been through struggles, troubles, hustles, puzzles i run into just to find the end
These songs are my journeys that i try to send
Time n’ thoughts on songs — that’s what i spend
Longevity I’m finna try to extend 
It’s the lyrics, not the sounds
the kids can’t understand
I look up to Nas—let words ascend

Let’s just take it rlly deep 
Finna taking a running leap
Becoming the words that speak yeahhhh
Not sitting on pages
Waiting fo’ someone to read

Alright let‘s take it the air

Yoooo I’m high gunna say goodbye
Leavin' earth everything behind 
Seeing stars all in my eyes
Suddenly everything so queasyyyy

Astral planes I’m flying
I’m never dying
I’m the pilot but I’m never trying


Mayday Mayday
I’m boutta relay 
Off the relapses on replay
I’m falling, but like a cat, I got 9 lives 
Been doing ejections like rejections almost 20 times 

Falling but I’m high 
Falling but I’m high
Falling but I’m highhhh

Descending 
Ascending
Descending
Ascendingggg

High

On ‘n’ Off goes through my tenacity in life but also my irresolution. I also speak about the music industry and its leaks. Lyrics can be found on my YT or SoundCloud page. The beats are from "teirusuuu" on YT.


Lyrics:

(Produced by Mind GamZ)


Been on the run
Been on the run
Been on the run
Been off the buzz
Been off the buzz


Been off the game — no mo' all nighters
Been puttin' out bangers fo' all rappers
I’m a writer, I’m a spider — I got sticky stuff
Rough out the game, but I had enough

I try hard every day, but I know I’ll never make somehow, but I’ll find a way. Even if I don’t ‘ima stay and I won’t get pay, but I’ll feel guil-ty if I ever go away

So let’s get in the now (now) 
Many underground rappers don’t get loud (loud) 
Even if their rap speaks sounds 
The waves never get passed around (around)

So you just gotta wait
And you just gotta pray
God please let it be the day
Day
Day
Day
Day
Let it be the day
Day 
Day 
Day
Day
Let it be the day
Day 
Day 
Day 
Day
Let it
Be the 
Day

Been on the run
Been on the run
Been on the run
Been off the buzz
Been off the buzz

Been on the run
From my own problems
Been off the buzz
So i can go solve 'em

I ain't perfect
I just hide
You say I don’t live enough
I don't try

I lock myself in with the deepest pride
Then I write songs on what I try to hide

It’s a mental game but I’m Mind GamZ
I write n write until it’s what remians (remains)

So this is just a word to y’all
Who ever is struggling, fighting, through it all
As attempting as it may seem
The smallest buds are the hardest to fall
And the toughest to maul
So keep it up, and keep it strong
And rap on

Been on the run
Been on the run
Been on the run
Been off the buzz
Been off the buzz

Been on the run
Been on the run
Been on the run
Been off the buzz
Been off the buzz


Nur eht no neeb
Nur eht no neeb
Nur eht no neeb
Zzub eht ffo neeb
Zzub eht ffo neeb

Beats produced by teirusuuu

On 'n' Off

This is a remix of the song “Llorarás” by Oscar D'León. As such, all used content is respectively owned by him. However, the mix itself is made by "DjGlass El Internacional" on YouTube. Hope you like it!

Lyrics: 

Los juegos mentales — ellos no paran


Sé que tú no quieres que yo a ti te quiera
Siempre tú me esquivas de alguna manera

Sé que tú no quieres que yo a ti te quiera
Siempre tú me esquivas de alguna manera

Sé que tú no quieres que yo a ti te quiera
Siempre tú me esquivas de alguna manera

Sé que tú no quieres que yo a ti te quiera
Siempre tú me esquivas de alguna manera
Si te busco por aquí, me sales por allá
Lo único que yo quiero, no me hagas sufrir más

Por tu mal comportamiento
Te vas a arrepentir
Y en caro tendrás que pagar todo mi sufrimiento
Llorarás y llorarás
Sin alguien que te consuele
Así te darás tú cuenta que si te engañan, duele

Y después vendrás a mí
Pidiéndome perdón
Pero ya mi corazón
No se acuerda más de ti
Llorarás y llorarás
Sin alguien que te consuele
Así te darás tú cuenta que si te engañan, duele

Llorarás, Llorarás
Llorarás, Llorarás

Llorarás, Llorarás 
Llorarás
Llorarás, Llorarás
Llorarás

Sé que tú no quieres que yo a ti te quiera
Siempre tú me esquivas de alguna manera
Si te busco por aquí, me sales por allá
Lo único que yo quiero, no me hagas sufrir más

Todo mi sufrimiento 
A mí se me olvidó 
Todo mi sufrimiento 
A mí se me olvidó 

Llorarás, Llorarás
Llorarás, Llorarás
Llorarás

Llorarás, llorarás, llorarás 
Como lo sufrí yo
Oye, tú llorarás 
Y nadie te comprenderá 
Todo lo malo que hiciste 
Oye, mira lo pagarás
Llorarás, llorarás 
Llorarás, llorarás 

Y nos fuimos

Lloraras

Llorarás (Remix)

Lyrics: 


Uh
Ye
Ah
(Produced by AyoWithTheMayo)
(Mind GamZ)
Ayo, Mind GamZ. Hit ‘em with another one.

Alright
Order up
Mixin’ beats, cookin’ stuff
Got my fuel, not in a rush
Do you want ma ice in a cup
Or let it cool in the wind, left untouched
No matter the hands that you throw, not one’s a punch

(Punching sounds)

Ha, I told you, wow
Messin’ around, and you’ll downed 
Flippin’ them patties like spongey now
Feedin’ the people rap through the mouth

One sir told me to put fries in the bag
I said “They are. It seems like you have some lag”
He said, “No, no, no I don’t you little fag”
“Hey watch your tone little boy.
Imagine living like me
You see, I live my 9-5 with such joy.
Wouldn’t you agree?”

“God I hate old people”, they went
Funny cuz the kids looked like a younger me takin’ fent.
I never did; only for the comparison was it meant
I hate my job, but it’s just for my rent
If I could leave earth and ascend, I’d do so 100%

Ye
Uh
Uh
100%
Ye
Uh
Gunna 
100%
Yeah
Uh
100%

Anyway back to real story
It’s surge, baby
The rain pouring
I might be on the ground, but I’m high as shit
I might be low on the charts, but I’m lit
I might be unseen by the world, but I’m found inside
I might have voices in my head, but they my alibis

What they don’t get is that I’m a mental thinker, not a runnin’ blinker — dozing off in back in the gap between my thoughts like fuckin’ drinker

My pen ‘n’ pad flowing up to da sky - it’s so high
Receiving all the thoughts from the end, the devine
Tell me who the fuck put you on my shrine? — Do or die

Tell me who the hell controls the game for the fame?
Not lookin’ at us undergrounders, we just get shame
For even mentionin’ our name
It’s just a game
I can’t be so pressed 
If it just stays the same
My god, it’s such a mess
Wipe the fess, and listen to singers who get the best

Aye, but I’m just a man on a 9-5
Why do I try — Idk
So I’m just gunna…

Alright
Order up
Mixin’ beats, cooking stuff
Got my fuel, not in a rush
Do you want ma ice in a cup
Or let it cool in the wind, left untouched
No matter the hands that you throw, not one’s a punch

Mind GamZ. Next Order!

Surge

Lyrics:


Afterlife I make my plea to you
Come true

Afterlife god please help me know the tru-u-uth

On the other side I see myself
Oh well

But how do I know when I have crossed this parallel?

Death comes

So fast it’s 
Always on the run 

Too quick

It’s always done
Before it has begun

So many dead people
And we still can’t find the cure to it

Has god intended us to find the solution
In which we fit?

Only can we dream of it 
When we think death is just a pit

Maybe it’s more or
Maybe it’s not
Maybe we’ll all just stay split

We are just pawns trying to survive

Within we want to know what they all hide

How will we know that
It is best to not show-ow-ow

Why should the secret be known
When we’ll eventually know

Whatever you believe 
It’s not up to me
Make your choice
Fight your voice
But let it be
Let it be

So many dead people
And we still can’t find the cure to it

Has god intended us to find the solution
In which we fit?

Only can we dream of it 
When we think death is just a pit

Maybe it’s more or
Maybe it’s not
Maybe we’ll all just stay split

We’ll all just stay split 
We’ll all just stay split

I’m feeling so split
I’m feeling so split

We’ll all just stay split

I know we are all just split

Imagine a place
A place never seen before

Something so ethereal it
Makes you drop on the floor

Imagine that
Imagine this
Imagine what
Yeah what is right 
You can’t picture it

Heaven or hell
God is said all within

But maybe he’s not
Everything’s a maybe

In this world, life, afterlife we think about it daily
I wonder if we get reborn again into a baby?

It’s these questions we always be askin’ ourselves
Whether or not this life we have is worth fightin’ for
Or should we stop
Suicide 
And walk through the door

Idk - let’s go to war

They said
Killin’ all life as we know it
No life for them
No remorse
Don’t show it

So we rely on afterlife 
The fact of life is that we just split it
Then let death in

And it’s these thoughts
We keep wondering
I don’t know 
What to think
What to do
What to think 
What to choose
Let it ensue

Thank you life
See you on the other side

Afterlife

Lyrics:

Man, this rappin’ stuff is really hard
I mean who knew?
Definitely not me

Starin’ at the words on the screen
“I ain’t gone make it”

Makin’ up scenarios 
Fake it ‘till you make it

Been underground 
Never will ya see me say shit

But I don’t gotta say what they will never pay me for

I’ve been so tired and lost
Feelin’ like I’m writin’ stuff that will be forgot

But I ain’t got other pleasures
Pastin’ words
Hoping I’ll make new endeavors

Knowing even if it won’t last,
At least it’s in the past

Yeah

If I died today -
Who would even notice

Picturing thoughts - without a moment’s notice

And here I am always wondering why I’m always  losing focus

Pawns to a king
Our roles stay unrecognized

Speakin' for the soul - not the body
Unidentified

Losin’ motivation, but I lead forth
Like a seed, I grow from the light,
And I point to the north

Never eat soggy waffles they said
But the soggier the better 
At least that’s in my head

Thinkin’ about shit like this
Is why I can’t ever fall asleep in my bed

I think I need to be diagnosed 
Pickin’ up beats in my heartrate
Got me feelin’ like west coast
Doctor you can wait
Though my time has come
Give a toast to the 90s
Rappers, but it’s too late…

Beep 
Beep
Beep
Beep

My fault doc’
I’m not actually in shock,
But I sure did make you
In it — my fault

(Heartrate stops)

Ayo wake up
GTA VI dropped
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up

I don't know

Lyrics: 

(Mind GamZ)

Bump it up
Run it up
In this place
I get stuck
Even though I get high
It’s not enough
It’s not enough
It’s not enough

Tase me wit da music
I got focus - I am chosen
Ruthless
I got plans
Not bands, the music speaks 
Understand

Focus (focus)
Turns to
Hocus (Pocus)
Adrenaline in my blood 
Vamps be sucking me for fun

Too bright 
I kill ‘em, so they run

That’s just me 
My life
I fucking won

Rev it up bud
Turn it up yuh

Steering the right for life
Tenacity is the acid I see for strife

Life is unreal
And cant even feel
Is this shit even real
Wait, I said it’s not real

I’ve been dealt with a deal
With [a]musical appeal
Either I leave it or I kneel it
And I face it with steel

Yeah

Out-of-the-body experiences
Fearin’ the trance is real

Taking myself to another realm 
And Another place
And Another well
Bringin’ me closer to the core
Bumpin’ my head, but I never fell

Life is unreal
Life is unreal
And I can’t even feel
And I can’t even feel
I can’t even feel

But I never stop
And I never stop
And I never drop
Musically yes, but bodily not
Bodily not

I said

Taze me wit da music
I got focus - I am chosen
Ruthless
I got plans
Not bands, the music speaks 
Understand

Focus (focus)
Turns to
Hocus (Pocus)
Adrenaline in my blood 
Vamps be sucking me for fun

Too bright 
I kill ‘em, so they run

That’s just me 
My life
I fucking won

Rev it up bud
Turn it up yuh

Steering the right for life
Tenacity is the acid I see for strife

Freestylin’ on the beats
 Over ‘n’ over like I’m re-piling the heats 
In this place
I’m unknown to the world 
But I got a face 
I'm a living a disgrace
But I show you grace
To show you show them what I call pace
Yeah

Hell yeah impeccable flow is the flow I peck at you for taste

Ethereal like distopian world
Something goes to wasteland
I don’t waste, I just land
With hurled precision
Plus I’m on a mission trynna explain through proposition
But I refrain opposition

Remember
Life is a stimulation but also a simulation
Reality is an illusion
The universe is a hologram
Understand
Buy gold
Bye

S[t]imulation

Original lyrics and vocals. Prod. By “INNER BEATS” on YouTube. Hip-Hop/Rap Styled. I hope you like it

Lyrics:

Yeah
We wreckin' this beat
Freestyle baby
I had enough of these games
I’m playing for real now
You know what I’m saying?
I ain’t gone let these no good cats
Kill me 
Beat me down to the ground
I don’t play like that
But I still dabble in games 
Alright

The struggle is real - I’ve wrote too much, but I cant say none
the emotion fake - when you hide too much and there ain’t no fun
Feeling like this for a while I be just getting used it
Deprive yourself of sense and you be obtaining all the grit
Flippin’ the levers early in my life and I went with it
Commit it - can’t feel I don’t fit in if I don't ever admit it
So lemme freestyle for ya this once - there’s no catch
Just know that when it starts, there is no going back

Lock yourself away from the world, just know there’s no salvation even if I start now, I know there’s no equation to calculate where I ima be
So I lock myself like a hidden elf, and then I repeat with no sleep, no zzz’s for me

It’s like a mindgraine, but it do more good than bad
When ya in ya head no thoughts are sad
Beautifully mad is all you could be 
No is he with me or agree to disagree
I got a pedigree of words and it ends with me

Who will be right when I sit on that stage with age
With stature, I’m able - with nature, I got no rage
It’s all mental if you think your psych plays the part
It’s all a migraine if you see light manage in the dark

Half the world sits there daydreaming at night - I don’t 
The other half ignores nightmares during day - I won’t 
Mix the dark and the light, the mixture you get is all so clear
Until the greys blur the rest of the day - I might fear

By day’s first light, it always gets more clear
Literally, metaphorically, wake up my dear
Cuz what you feel and what you think don’t bear any point
Debunk life’s mysteries, and they will disappoint
Accustom yourself to deprivation now
Don’t wind up in a circus, you weeping clown
So get off my turf, and get up to work
Or you’ll be diggin' your own grave
Now, dig up the dirt

Mindgraine

Rap/Hip-Hop song. Vocals and lyrics are original. Produced by “AyoWithTheMayo” on YouTube.

Lyrics: 


You know, I just love making music where It’s like I can just say what’s on my mind. It don’t gotta make sense, it don't gotta have a plan, but it’s still destined to get to its location, and that’s what I love about it

Hit ‘em wit’ a bar
Hit ‘em wit’ a jar
Drive ‘em wit’ a car
I’ve been racin’ to far

I’m gone blow up like tent
I ain’t gone scratch or make a dent
I’m a silent killer, I don’t repent
Cuz Soundwaves are what I bent

5, 4, 3, 2, 1
But 0 shits - I gave none
If y’all kill me cuz I say wanna some
It’s cuz I speak facts, but not fun ones
since they all gotta speak truth
Runnin’ up my game like a kissin’ booth
Goin’ insane; my mind is aloof
Been hittin’ home like I’m baby ruth

Mind GamZ gone speak it real
Mind GamZ gone make you feel
Like it ain’t a game 
It ain’t no fun
Rhymin’ is cheap 
But rappin’ is the one

The one that could make a change
I don’t give a fuck bout fame
Play my games or turn a page
Read the lines boi, death awaits

Go high, or go low
Don’t mind? Oh fo sho
I’ve been rappin out my mind
I need a break yeah
Been hidin’ my fake smile
But I need-a keep this push now
Can’t think, my will is droppable
Am I really stoppable?

Kill me once, I’m not gone, and
Kill me twice, you da next song
For the people listen’ to my rights and wrongs
So ima sing my songs, and I ain’t gone make a deal of it
Decipher the lyrics, lemme give you a hint
What’s a game without a little mind in all of it?
Guessed yet? Place ya bet
It’s Mind GamZ bitch! You in debt

Yo, yo, yo
I’m knocking on 
Your door brah, bitch open up
I’m coming fast and I’m coming clear
Hold up, pause - Am i queer?
I ain’t gay, but I’m jolly
I ain’t queer, good golly!
Lil boy come here
Let papa whisper in ya ear

Go high, or go low
Don’t mind?, oh fo sho
I’ve been rappin’ out my mind
I need-a break yeah
Been hidin’ my fake smile
But I needa keep this push now
Can’t think, my will is droppable
Am I really stoppable?

Kill me once, I’m not gone, and
Kill me twice, you da next song
For the people listen’ to my rights and wrongs
So ima sing my songs, and I ain’t gone make a deal of it
Decipher the lyrics lemme give you a hint
What’s a game without a little mind in all of it?
Guessed yet? Place ya bet
It’s Mind GamZ bitch! You in debt

I’m unstoppable
I’m unstoppable
I’m unstoppable
I’m unstoppable
I’m unstoppable 
I’m unstoppable


UNSTOPPABLE

West Coast type song. Produced by “JoseJones” on YouTube. Original vocals and lyrics.

Lyrics:

This is for all my G-Funksters out there
This is a revival man, 90s West Coast, you know how we do it
We taking it back to the smooth, the groove, the truth
So hop in the car, we driving to the junction
Step on it

We swerving on the backstreet, we hopped out slick
We getting fancy for all the ladies and the chicks
Brought the bottles, 20 ounces we done hid
I smell the cops tracking out scent, so we left 
My bro A dot got interrogated
Jump the fence, all the gang accelerated
On the pavement - one of us got tazed
Looking forward, we did not faze until we saw the muzzle gauge

Bam! - one of us got shot, till we regret running off along the midnight fun
We just some young players
We not too fit for this
In a street full of thuggers, we all just admit
The house was where it’s at 
No breaking in, no warrant, can’t do that
But growing up in the hood, instinct was all I had
Too bad our asses are now locked up in shambles, lemme add

We going to the function, it’s a junction
G’d up flows, we pull up, and we run shit
Family ‘n’ friends, faces we done knew
Until one night ends the young black youth

We going to the function, it’s a junction
G’d up flows, yeah we pull up, and we run shit
Family ‘n’ friends, faces we done knew
Until one night ends the young black youth

Red and blue lights go out to all my friends
How can freedom might become so relent-
Less time on the ticking clock bomb
So I’m sticking to this thought song while I’m clicking  in this mind fog

One, two, here we go
Three, four, pop some more
Lost my clique, not for sure
Where we go, I don't know

Only thing left are the bottles
Relying on E & J to forget tomorrow
But what is that? Another house, can it be?
An escape is one I see behind 22nd street
I run in the dark, see the light, but it’s just a spark
Time 0 on the clock

I wake up in the zone, locked in chains on my heart- was it a blow?
The guard turned the TV on, next thing I see
Three of my homies straight up dead on the street

We going to the function, it’s a junction
G’d up flows, we pull up, and we run shit
Family ‘n’ friends, faces we done knew
Until one night ends the young black youth

We going to the function, it’s a junction
G’d up flows, yeah we pull up, and we run shit
Family ‘n’ friends, faces we done knew
Until one night ends the young black youth

Yo shout out my young black youth 
Yah
Don't forget ya guys matter man
We love you
In and out
Peace

Junction

This is Bounce. Produced by “BeatsByNyce” on YouTube. Made in 3 weeks. Original vocals and lyrics.

Lyrics: 

Bouncin’, joggin’ up all ya mind
Mind GamZ finally back in fuckin’ prime
I steer beats like I’m back in time yah
Back to back, saburbans on my line yeah
Back to back, ima dog in these streets
Reppin’ the rap game since 2018
Diving in trap, ima see if it works
Like a mature, woke figure, ima fucking lurk

Shit

Ain’t gotta tell you twice, ima mufucking boss in these streets
Point the 9 milli in my face, let’s see if I gonna be tweakin’
Ion feel none at this point, I feel like I’m losing the battle
Get a fucking sattle bitch 
Cuz you know you gone get raddled

Hop on the horse
Ridin’ the porch
All I endorse

Mixing my flow
Pull up at my door
Them people want more

Them haters gone hate
Nothing I can do, for all that I speak
When you don’t pick flaws in my songs, resort to pickin’ at me

But they don’t know what I’m here to change
It’s all that I that i know

Real eyes realize I keep on the low

Nudy I shout you out, you slime in heart
Big boy you got some mark, Slimmere you been pop like a tart 
I’m gone get dart like I get shot
I speak the volume don’t turn it off
You miss a word, and you’ll get mocked 
Still trappin' ‘till this day, I wont stop now
I done been called a fuckin’ clown
But ain’t no circus when I’m around
What I will promise you then
See this town, this is my arc
When you go down

Fuckin’ around
Playin’ the crown
Gettin’ shit down

Missin’ the signs
No one to help
You lost and found

Bouncin’ from place 
To place to place
Like it’s a race

I’m like a turtle 
You like the rabbit
Missin’ the hurdle

I win first place
Then you debate 
Who did it first
Boy you too late
When I’m on my grind I wanna shine 
When I’m in the dark I’m gone see the spark
Give me the time and I rhyme on the line
Building a clause, connectin’ the dots
Sentencing you to jail boi
Shit

How will you know when you bounce too far?
How will you know when you jump in the wrong hole?
Wrong hole
Wrong hole

I just wanna go far
High ‘nough to see my dawg
Bills ain’t pay fo’ ‘em self
Point right from wrong

What if I fail it all?
What if I fall flat?
Will my back save me
Or will the death be back?
Death be back
Death be back
Death be back
The death be back
Death be back
Death be back


Fuckin’ around
Playin’ the crown
Gettin’ shit down

Missin’ the signs
No one to help
You lost and found

Bouncin’ from place 
To place to place
Like it’s a race

Hop on the horse
Ridin’ the porch
All I endorse

Mixing my flow
Pull up at my door
Them people want more

Them haters gone hate
Nothing I can do, for all that I speak
When you don’t pick flaws in my songs, resort to pickin’ at me

Bounce

This is Chicken Broth. Beats produced by “Jadescythe” on YouTube. Original vocals and lyrics. This is the first song I have made using Bandlab.


Lyrics: 

Yeah I’m making chicken broth man
That make yo shit talk yeah
Roll outta bed I said
Make you fucking take yo meds
But these kids don’t know I can treat ‘em - I can
Listen closely, sip this soup, you’ll be good
I’m the man

Yeah I’m the man
Bettey Crocker bake it
Runnin’ round these
Lyrics thinkin’ ima go make it

Cookin’ rhymes
Once or twice
Hit a lick
Dripped out ice

Munchin’ Oreos - we speakin’ for the black and white

You know
We speakin’ for the greater good, man
We don’t fake it

Dud’s out here breaking bank
Gambling ain’t gone rake it

When you been in the mud
Dirty bands you will take it

Take it, take it, take it, take it

How you gunna set the table yeah
Not even gettin’ this paper yeah
Iced out on the silverware
We heating this soup with care

Munch on my dick, you know we not gone take 
Fuck on bros, we promise you’ll have pay it 
Ready for the dessert, we’ll have bake it
With yo ass on the side
I hope that you don’t say shit
Cuz I’m a freeman, I say what I want
Bent backwards over kids listening to my songs
Long years I’ve been in the mud, doing it wrong
To this day I’m puttin’ it out, left it all gone

All gone, yeah gave it a toss
All gone, gone like chicken broth

Yeah I’m making chicken broth man
That make yo shit talk yeah
Roll outta bed I said
Make you fucking take yo meds
But these kids don’t know I can treat ‘em - I can
Listen closely, sip this soup, you’ll be good
I’m the man

Yeah I’m the man
Bettey Crocker bake it
Runnin’ round these
Lyrics thinkin’ ima go make it

Cookin’ rhymes
Once or twince
Hit a lick
Dripped out ice

Munchin’ Oreos - we speakin’ for the black and white

You know
We speakin’ for the greater good, man
We don’t fake it

Dud’s out here breaking bank
Gambling ain’t gone rake it

When you been in the mud
Dirty bands you will take them ‘em

Take ‘em, take ‘em, take ‘em, take ‘em

Alright, let’s run it back one more time

Yeah I’m making chicken broth man
That make yo shit talk yeah
Roll outta bed I said
Make you fucking take yo meds
But these kids don’t know I can treat ‘em - I can
Listen closely, sip this soup, you’ll be good
I’m the man

Yeah I’m the man
Bettey Crocker bake it
Runnin’ round these
Lyrics thinkin’ ima go make it

Cookin’ rhymes
Once or twice
Hit a lick
Dripped out ice

Munchin’ Oreos - we speakin’ for the black and white

You know
We speakin for the greater good, man
We don’t fake it

Dud’s out here breaking bank
Gambling ain’t gone rake it

When you been in the mud
Dirty bands you will take ‘em

Take ‘em, take ‘em, take ‘em, take ‘em

Like chicken broth
Made a spill, get a mop
Sip the soup, then we talk
Don’t diss what you not
Out here complaining on my dick 
How about you tell what I miss, throw a fit
For what you don’t know, making me wanna quit
Don’t talk shit if you ain’t heard it
I’ll shit on you, bro just take the damn hit
Take the hit, take the hit, take the hit, take the hit

Chicken Broth

Production by “KHALI BEATS” on YouTube. Original Lyrics and Vocals. Song made with Bandlabs.


Lyrics:

Step in the mind of the neglect
Breaking the switch, changing the set
Lyrical deaf, I might not be the all holy repeater

Stingy like rays – they all lethal
You gotta pay to see ‘em

My cellar’s scary as a haunted house
So don’t get near it

Trouble in the methodology, double up the psychology
It’s a flawed fog, bed-ridden song hog
Barking up like a dog whose euthanization’s gone wrong
Unpleasantly, I’m off the stream 24/7; I don’t sleep

I’m off the plug, meditation’s got numb down to my toes
I’m viewed all like a scum, but they all wrong (what?)
So I stir up a song. Is it original? – Yeah, like the Louis Armstrong 

Cuz I’m a trumpet, imma clutch it, I’m a Dutch baking oven
Steaming mad rhymes and such, generating the rush
Of my lyrical schemes, I’m planning it out all clean
I’m masterminding it keen
Lazer words like a beam

And no, no, no – I’m not gone change my flow
But I will change my tone, so don’t dig me hoe

Damn, resist the scratch cuz it’ll fight back
I’m a tick, imma attack, a tic-tac, Knick knack, cadaver brought back
I lack the coffin where I romanticize how often I leave
All the girls here coughing with how talkless they are on it

I left a note – tell me what you like about it
It’s my death will and denial
You don’t like it? You can have it
Mail it soon, so I don’t intercept it, fool
I have my methods, have my ways, tumble down into my gaze

Daze – conserve your cells within your cranium
Due to my bars containing [Ti]Tanium
Looking at it all from the large, you’ll be coming to figure out
I’m not so small, even if I don’t run these halls

I’m breaking beats and I’m breaking a sweat with my lyrical haul
Highway up is the “my way of bluff”, so I pay up
And I touch this paper of self-love
I give up leaving so I look like I mean it when they just see it
Not hear it, but I long for them to feel it, so they can tweak it and be it

But not be it for fun; withdraw with purpose
Fastidious hatred means love
Tradition cherished – 90’s rap cooling out in the sun
Is the moment you know the trap is sprung

Lyrical sweat is what I do 
Lyrical sweat makes me a ghoul
Alive mind in a dead bod.
Am I too honest in a song?
Am I rambling for on ‘n’ on?
Wonder did I do [do] something wrong
Borrow legacies by the posh
Apparel, OshKosh B’gosh

Gimme a minute
Gimme a chance
To control my breath
And give you a prance
From mic to mic
From bar to bar
Let’s start all over
We’ll both go far

I preach coalition, but it won’t go far
Given how many attempts you say at filth I discharge
I lodge too much into my song 
It’s like a ping pong match gone wrong
Label me a showoff, off, off, off, off, off
And on, already produced that one, dawg

Next thing you know, heads jam to mine – call it a bop
Highschool kid blockhead, never popped off
Talks never cheap; call it recycled art

My lyrical sweat
It’s my lyrical sweat
My lyrical sweat
It’s my lyrical sweat



Lyrical Sweat

Prod. By “Prod. Ozi” on YouTube. Original Lyrics and Vocals. Made using Bandlabs and in one day.

Lyrics:


We jumpin’ on a whip, aye
We drivin’ again
Smokers on a payday
We gunna get bent
Getting balls [a] rollin’ 
Bang ‘til we get wet
Poppin’ tops ‘n’ playin’ 
We party on a Sunday

Yeah, we made it to the end of the week 
Getting’ dough, bread, butter, ‘n’ cream
Throw it all in, and see if we tweak
Add a lil bitta liquor and heat
Cuz when we get in the zone
No, we don’t postpone
Cuz by da end of the da day
No, we don’t go home

I know I play too much; I do (yea, yuh, yuh)
And you know too well I won’t go far (nuh, no, noo)
But in the moment, we are
A shining [a] star
Radiating the heat
I feel from afar

We jumpin’ on a whip, aye
We drivin’ again
Smokers on a payday
We gunna get bent
Getting balls [a] rollin’ 
Bang ‘til we get wet
Poppin’ tops ‘n’ playin’ 
We party on a Sunday

We jumpin’ on a whip, aye
We drivin’ again
Smokers on a payday
We gunna get bent
Getting balls [a] rollin’ 
Bang ‘til we get wet
Poppin’ tops ‘n’ playin’ 
We party on a Sunday

Nah, nah, nah, nah, my jargon is flawed 
Mindset is changed, not posh enough
The thought, the rush
The body, the touch
It’s too much for me
I just might throw up
And I can’t see nothin’
Am I worth somebody?
No, no, no, so I will stay 
Partying on a Sunday

We jumpin’ on a whip, aye
We drivin’ again
Smokers on a payday
We gunna get bent
Getting balls [a] rollin’ 
Bang ‘til we get wet
Poppin’ tops ‘n’ playin’ 
We party on a Sunday

We jumpin’ on a whip, aye
We drivin’ again
Smokers on a payday
We gunna get bent
Getting balls [a] rollin’ 
Bang ‘til we get wet
Poppin’ tops ‘n’ playin’ 
We party on a Sunday

{Mind GamZ}

Party on a Sunday

Produced by “thiszoowe” on YouTube. Original Lyrics and Vocals.

Lyrics:


You got that dun dun-dun, t-ti
Got that dun dun-dun, t-ti
You got that dun dun-dun, tssk
Got that dun dun-dun, tssk

How it gone jiggle when you bounce that boat?
Spent 4k witta dip and a blow
Hands on knees, need a grip for da throat
One nighter, and you know how it goes

Small clit, so we squeezing it tight
All blanks, so we fuck for the night
Ride on my dick – it’s a bullfight 
Raw for the kids, and we just might

And I know watchu gunna say now
Tell me all watchu wanna hear now 
Know we high, but we gotta stay low
Say goodbye to the endless payroll

Cuz we affair for too long (then)
I gotta sing a damn song (bout)
What all went wrong 
What we lost
Just to have some fun

Some fun that didn’t even last though
Last night blew two rocks with a fat choke
Almost killed myself playing bad jokes
But to make you laugh, I be like throwing all the shows

But to make a win, girl
You gotta do a lil’ spin, girl
So dance the night away
And we are gunna do it like

Dun dun-dun, t-ti
Got that dun dun-dun, t-ti
You got that dun dun-dun, tssk
Got that dun dun-dun, tssk

Dun dun-dun, t-ti
Got that dun dun-dun, t-ti
You got that dun dun-dun, tssk
Got that dun dun-dun, tssk

Dun dun-dun, t-ti
Got that dun dun-dun, t-ti
You got that dun dun-dun, tssk
Got that dun dun-dun, tssk

Dun dun-dun, t-ti
Got that dun dun-dun, t-ti
You got that dun dun-dun, tssk
Got that dun dun-dun, tssk

You dancin’, I dancin’ 
I smokin’, you prancin’
You waitin’, I lancin’
We naked and crazy
It’s night, so we gunna do it one more time



That Dun Dun-Dun

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