Reverse progression from now to Feb 2022 when I quit my job to learn to rap

Tsu da Intellectual

El Pollo Loco

Freestyle over HeavenFour!!! by 9th Wonder

‘07 Wendy

TapDaddy Beat

https://beatstars.us20.list-manage.com/track/click?u=4b565f1a24216a50f30dfcf38&id=39fa28c90e&e=73b71d658b

milk (tdb cypher)

TapDaddy Beat
https://discord.com/channels/811981409269841930/879455415040110692/1087844445430489170

Blessings be upon your head and your shoulders
I had beef with my dad now I’m a little bit older, hold up 
He told me stop overthinking and start filling a quota
Disbelief had me ditching the boulder
Sisypheans how I felt as I was inching it forward, hold up
You know I coulda been a beast but I was busy being bored
It’s the stand up season, I’ll cut my teeth on a sword
It’s no leeway for those who lead away from the Lord
I’m freebase with the flow
Keep ya face on the floor
My gaze could cut glaciers at 80 below
You know it pays to be psychopathic
Take titles and taxes
Keep tyrants on the tips of they toes
The people been bred to be passive
But my dick is elastic
Haters rather I would stick with the prose
I’m immaculate on
TapDaddy songs
I don’t rap, my passages could pass for Psalms
It’s overcast so why is y’all sunglasses on?
I’m like a NASA blast and in a flash I’m gone
Like a deadbeat
Radical is rarer than red meat
You doubting I’m the shit? Just look what they fed me
I’m the marvelous mensch
The unaccountable one man lynch mob
Hunting down congress’s kids
A lobbyist belongs in a bottomless pit
A politician poses as a god with a gift
The bar is always open but you gotta be rich
You think you going to Mars? Have a chocolate, kid

I’m breathless, riding on the precipice
Die leftist, Westside insurrectionist

No Leeway (TDB Cypher)

This instrumental is by the Alchemist from the album The Great Escape with Larry June

Ayo blessings may you prosper
Addressing me as Mr up next seems proper
I don’t preach, I brainwash ya with deep fakes so fake deep youda think that you had thought it
Tax free direct deposits ain’t enough to free me from the pleading of my pockets
There’s a reason for the poverty - the zombies organizing
These politicians preening when we know they cheap as talk is
I think we mostly in agreement but the elites want us violent

Why are the crabs in barrel?
Who cares what happens tomorrow, I need a dollar right now so it’s plasma, bone marrow
Selling my soul for a shot like a bat outta hell

Every bite of me is kosher
I’m holier than the night is on which Christ was born
I’m the poster boy of former churchgoers who was anointed but didn’t know it
Now I’m composing a cult like it’s cosa nostra

Momma only wanted me honor rolled up
But you know what I rolled up
Never fold but something from the heavens told me hold up
I was dancing with the devil couldn’t tell which was my left foot

Ayo I’m wishin on a solar system
Pissed away my potential but you could sniff the toilet tissue
I keep a pen on my hip like it’s my lucky pistol
Showing all the symptoms of godsent, just to build the mythos
The chosen one, blessed with irrevocable credentials

5. Summer Reign (The Holy Escape)

I wake up hung over too much, half baked before the sun comes up 
Some days it’s not enough 
Long as I got the rent paid, I figure my girl can’t say shit
So I lay around like a bum 
Unmotivated with a mental mansion 
Late on my taxes 
Lakehouse fantasies 
Palpitating for palaces, run with unlaced New Balances
So faded I forget to pray for my mum

Someday I’ll do something to make you feel some type of way somehow 
Someday I’ll become less complacent
Someday I’ll - ah shit I just be saying shit
Convincing myself it’s so close, I could taste it 
Missing the moment immobilized, inebriated 
Choking on a gin and tonic, coughing in cadence 
I break the bank daily just so I don’t have to face it unmedicated 
This shit is dangerous and dumb

I recorded this outside my apt in my car and a motorcycle drove by right as I said dangerous and dumb

Dangerous & Dumb

Beat by Boi 1 Da

Nevertheless Radicals the only messenger who pass muster
Blessings to all you my sisters and brothers
These cop lovers cap for undercover cash
Callin Kaepernick in a tick they feel they under attack

I had the vision going almost all the way back
Oversensitive like I put Smallville on the map
All in my feelings like the old Aubrey’s back
I poked through glass ceilings then I fell all the way back

So now the thoughts is darkness
The monsters Loch Ness, size
Too self important to proselytize ya

Too back ordered for you summon me
I run with my own Cats, I don’t need your company
We snatch the schematics an build something cuz we hungry
Hegemony’s the task and I won’t act like it’s humbling

A little pitter patter got these averages jumpy
They was kicking back and statisticians was comfy

That’s done with, I’m chewing gum and coming for ya back like Brutus 
*spit* let’s do this

Castrated corporate clones
Bureaucrats in black suits lack back bones
Computers automatically grab homes
To pad incomes for the Haves, the rest of us of Have-None

It’s real sad, son
But that’s the deal
Hit the big box if you gotta steal
Let the mom and pop chill

If got you got a billi then we got a problem
I don’t know if we should eat em but it should be legal to rob em
Up in the the commonwealth isn’t common
Down on the senate floor they Christain and flaunt it
But it’s all pickpockets in the halls of Congress
For a wristwatch reps’ll send boots and bombs
Gandhis dead and Martin Luther’s gone so I don’t know what channel the revolutions on

Coast to coast, I’m going door to door
I got all that I’m owed and I still want more
Stoned some glass homes, sense I didn’t have none
Kidnap the presidents son and hold him for ransom

Carcinogen flow, but no you can’t smoke me
Evergold soul, my aura is everlasting
Honest word, this orators outstanding
Mister Mockingbird, I’ll send a flock for ya family

The meek will inherit
Most people either sheep or a parrot
No peace in America til relief is within reach
If you don’t need it then share it

Churchill Freestyle (car)

Beat: TV Dinners, Alchemist

Filipinas only eat ovaltine bread
I was looking for a reason to live, started drinking instead
All I needed was some weed and some head
But the lawn ain’t greener, it just leave me in bed

The best out breathing or dead
I took the long route
Don’t speak to me with your phone out
Peeking linked-in just to see how they turned out
Thinking how that coulda been me - if I ain’t burned out
Quarter milli, corner office
No late penalty charges
Pink Rosé out the the faucets
Feet up in the owners box at the Dodgers
Never needed luck - only tax cuts from Congress

I don’t got a penny but I got problem
I don’t really see a reason I shouldn’t rob em
Talk cheap, cheapskates keep talking
They already at the peak but they just keep walkin
Break the bank for bosses
Aching knees for paltry deposits
I need an off-season, I’m seasoned and salty
Politicians tease and the teachers is faulty
Got me in a squeeze between evil and godly

Ovaltine Bread

Beat: ChiChopSoul!!!! by 9th Wonder. Lyrics:

Her waist line fit in one hand like a soda bottle
Trying to get some FaceTime with her like its no tomorrow

Ayo Blessing, let me ask you a question
How you make my head spin like calculus lessons?
How you slip like a snake into dresses that fit your shape so well even the devil shaking and sweating?
Let’s face it - your face is no less than 11
And I’m just a seven but baby you should taste what I’m selling
I may be in Heaven cuz angels never land on this planet 
A glance at ya snack like stature and I was captured
Dat ass could have a pastor tryna bite back bad words
That’s a life hack that could bypass passwords
She glide like Mike Jack and jab like a bad nurse
Got my eye on a nightcap, I’ll strike as the match burns

It takes two dancers to tango
Baby tastes like fruit salad with mango, Those
other dudes’ll won’t improve how ya day go
So Mosey into my room like blueberry faygo

Her waist line fit in one hand like a soda bottle
Trying to get some FaceTime with her like its no tomorrow

Wow, I would walk a thousand miles
Just to show up at your doorstep with a rose and aroused
Sorry but I be imprudent with my mouth
And beauty when we do this I’ll be ruder down south
How does that sitch sound?
My last pitch from the mound
She looked me in the eye with a slight frown, and sighed
I might be so inclined, only obstacle is time
I must be on a flight home tomorrow by nine, she intoned
I pulled up Google on my phone
Look, you could move it to noon, only cost you a morn/moan
With your approval, I’m protruding ya zone
Shorty threw me them googlies and I threw her the bone, cuz

It takes two dancers to tango
Baby tastes like fruit salad with mango, Those 
other dudes’ll won’t improve how ya day go
So Mosey into my room like blueberry faygo

Her waist line fit in one hand like a soda bottle
Trying to get some FaceTime with her like its no tomorrow

Fruit Salad with Mango

Ayo my flow is delectable and dripping in honey 
Some people call me special, cuz I spit like a dummy 
I’m the Dopest under 30 who ain’t getting no money 
Soul so dirty Satan sort of looked at me funny 
So, it’s back to Earth I go 
I could tell you wack with my third eye closed 
I’ma run the planet from a Bird-eye POV 
Fore it’s back to the ashes and dirt, I go-
Go dancers on my dick, they bananas with the split
Flow is Alabaman and the Lannister kids 
Gringo with the Spanish, but I’m Latin with the rizz
Look at me I’m the captain now, you galley bound, kid
Rock with me
Hotter than a sub Saharan city
Bars on the Richter, got your block getting jiggy
I be starving like Ramadan 
Like a Harvard phenomenon 
So raw, Man I conquered Antarctica with nada on
Pardon the boast, I’ll go farther than most
Hard R’s become targets, Hov 4:44
Flow like margarine, toast provided by Colt
On the margins for too long, I’m writing new notes
Post modern artist, unarguable that I’ll blow
Hit the canvas like Pollock, sprint to the van and I go
Flow is maximum hazardous, batshit, I spit
Pandemics. Gotta get ya sandwich to-go

So it ain’t, no thing nor a problem
Face it, I’ll get more rings than Rodman
Brace for my reign, what’s a king to God, man?
Y’all better leave space in Ya top ten

TapDaddyBeats Cypher

https://youtu.be/C7otZO_4QIY

Flogorodman (TDB Cypher)

West coast bravado
Less and less hope for tomorrow
Yo, quick question: you gotta quarter I could borrow?
I’m running out of options like they falling out my pockets
Still talking shit like I got Kim Jongs rockets
I’m the cause and effect, crossed swords with the best
Left scars on a coupla necks to warn off the rest
Metric ton testicles plus momma fed us vegetables
Big red S in a yellow box on my chest
They sit and fester as I’m only getting better
Follow along with your finger as i read between the letters
I’m a seasonal summer storm
Flow stanky like cheese and underarms 
You’ll never catch me chasing the cheddar
And as for the greedy we should grease em and feather em
For stealing peace from every and each of my brethren
I don’t need your respect, I need the restitution
If I don’t see a check soon I need a revolution, and
Resignations on account miseducations
Chase Bank creates slave labor outta missed payments
Rudderless rebel so I’m angry and aimless
Drugs the government peddles got me angsty and anxious
I taste like Himalayan rock salt 
Fresh outta faith but I’m praying like it’s gods fault
Caught in a maze, way to dark out
Lost in a daze spaced out, faded and far out
So focused on my future I forget about my nurture
Slurping spicy ramen noodles tik my heart becomes a burner 
Her eyes see my soul and my heart becomes a burner 
When she’s tired hungry or cold, my heart becomes a burner 
Turn up if you worthless 
This, insurgency is urgent 
I was purposeless know I got the urge to do some earnest shit
Chip off the old block 
Told the devil to kick rocks 
I’ll turn a congressman’s kid to a commie on TikTok
If he flip flop he need to get his shit popped
The halls of power are the already powerfuls pit stop
To the tip top, where the rich walk
And share a laugh with the asshole I told to kick rocks
It’s only couple regrets I hold dearly
Spent the year stressing to express myself clearly
I pledged loyalty wrongly, my ledger is bleary 
Now I’m angling for royalties like I’m Kevin O’Leary


Hollywood Cole: BB King Freestyle with Wayne and Drake

Himalayan Rock Salt

Rapped over 8 a.m. in Charlotte by Conductor Williams and Drake

Well I’ve been stressing about the bank
I confess I’m outta faith
Wrestling with the weight of a anvil made me stand still
Lungs like a landfill
Stomach like a acid pit 
Fucked up my financials from funding all this activist
“Accidental” overdose, the accidental’s wrote in quotes
I hope it’s close
I’m goin ghost like I roll in Rolls
The closed captions can’t capture the whole emotional toll
It’s no passion when bad habits hold total control
And our long term goals are on an hourly basis
And the man on the counter knows our cowardly faces
Maybe a salacious salary should’ve satiated me
But I got creative, got my calories incapacitating me
Each and every day I sleep away the pain wide awake
If you see me in the A.M. then I’m fighting off the shakes
The idea of my eyes clear is as frightening as snakes
I’m blind and baked , uninspired, already fired five blanks

I only see snapshots
Of serenity, my sense of peace
Could fit in a matchbox
My abilities weak
My intentions are pure
But my affinity for drinking it interferes with the cure
It’s a curious thing, this furious fling i have with gin and tonics 
These Smirnoff triple fingers got me tripping like Boston Robotics
I pop bottles methodically
Mix the pot with the bacca leaves
Harp on the “possiblys” like sending your daughters to college

Not deficit of knowledge or impressive it’s a fault
Liquid bread in my bowels and it’s begging to come out
There’s a bounty on my head cuz it’s red in my account
If you doubt it you can check it, check is guaranteed to bounce
Less than mustard seed amounts, is my trust
That there’s a plan for me
I think it’s dust to dust
We just the blossoms on a apple tree
There must be some other option for me
Moms said “talk to God and just watch you’ll see”

So imma try to believe in it
Keep an eye on my needs and my wants and mind the differences
Fire on all pistons
Keep lies at long distance
Mind my own business
Write inspired nonfictions 
Imma chop up the pie in the sky eat it for thanksgiving dinner
I don’t do everything right because God made me a sinner
I bought into the hype and thought it made me a winner
But now I’m following the Light to find my way in the winter

8 a.m. in Ebriate

Writing exercise

Radical’s a masterclass professor
Rappers is ass lickers, take the cash off the dresser
I flash and sparkle under pressure
Turn the trash talk to treasure
Running laps while you paps gawk at your obvious Better
I’m all that and a bag of family size Chex Mix
I got a sore back from feeding fat cats fresh fish
Salmon and albacore are calories I can’t afford
Landlord be hounding me she pounding on the damn door
Pound for pound the greatest 
All these pouty bums basic
Based on all accounts I’ll be counted amongst the A-list
Faceless bosses, nameless monsters
I put a cape on and take on naysayers in a tank top and joggers
These jaded jackoffs ain’t Jack shit
Radical got the game on latch, no Sam Smith
I grab attention like snapchats from a bad bitch
Demanding submission, collect tax and attack ships
Radical got a matchstick dripping in diesel
All I ever needed was a canvas, pen and an easel
You little Caesars are middle fingers to real MCs
You hot and ready I’m calm and steady, you ill at ease

Little_Caesars.wav

Damn near a year I been faded as fuck
Two damn years since I faced facts yuh
Three damn years since I paid taxes
If you had it up to here put your damn hands up 

I’m blissfully ignorant, enigmatically miserable
The pen spits tragedies so emphatic and pitiful
Radical attacks instrumentals like criminal acts
Mental acrobat, my next act will be pivotal
More than a little was given and I wasted it all
Bottles of gin got me hitting my face with a wall
All I taste’s salt
I’d like to say it wasn’t my fault
Maybe 88 percent with a dozen on the top
The cousin of faith is hope and I got neither
Just a case of four loko and an eighth of loud reefer
Impatiently awaiting on a star alignment
Didn’t get very far flying on autopilot

So I’m stuck in cycles
Unearthing Bibles
Searching for a verse to turn my luck inside out
I fight the funk but the funk took the gloves off
That’s why I keep a pint tucked in the glovebox

Damn near a year I been faded as fuck
Two damn years since I faced facts yuh
Three damn years since I paid taxes
If you had it up to here put your damn hands up

My paycheck say less
Face set in bitter shapes
Praying on a spaceship to take me to a better place
My waist is getting rounder while my brain wastes away
Flailing and floundering, I barely make it through the day
If you piled up all my pain I’d put a mountain to shame
I pop up out the fryer into a fountain of flame
I sound the same when I say I’m bound for fame
Knowing I’m aged out and doused in doubt
I came into the game pouting about the counselors preying
Now I’m praying on calvary ending the drought for rain
I got the haters routed, in this bout I’m Bane
Shout out to all you snakes, I got your trousers stained

I was stuck in cycles
Unearthing Bibles
Searching for a verse to turn my luck inside out
I fight the funk but the funk took the gloves off
That’s why I keep a knife tucked in the glovebox

Damn near a year I been faded as fuck
Two damn years since I faced facts yuh
Three damn years since I paid taxes
If you had it up to here put your damn hands up

“4PM in Calabasas” by Drake was produced by Allen Ritter, Ging & Vinylz.

https://youtu.be/mXTi89Le2Ag?si=cR_uv6l412M3rPhA

Gloves Off.wav

In spite of all my turbulence, I’m flyer than a bird gets
I get slurp from dimes while you buying bitches Birkins
I spit curses on your life you might find it disturbing
I’d urge you to kick a rhyme, but a cypher might get you nervous
You got murderous urges but no weapon will prosper, kid
At best you’re a seven, temporary like foster kids
Left off the roster, imposter, accost ya and get off the bid
Chomp ya like Jeff Dahmer did
Stomp ya into cement
I floss like teeth and polish ya off gleaming
I got billion dollar semen
Million dollar smile
My enemies in denial
I’ll stream me skinning em, and leaving em in da Nile
Dick like the miracle mile
Wicked so fear me, I’m foul
These finicky deficits see the best and release bowels 
Big chest and I’m chiefing, I’m cheesing while you frown 
Step out of the crowd, crops cream, dese MCs got downs

Prod. John Downstairs

Dahmer

Well it’s the impoverished poet
Most awesomest, dopest
Mission impossible focused
The top is whence he goest
I spit lava and locusts
I’m biblical with the flows
You bend over like yoga
No opponent could convince me to fold
I’m historically gifted
More energy than a mystic
Fortune be my frenemy
The Oracle be encrypted 
I’m gorgeous and the Crystal in my head is enormous
Unfortunately ya boy is in debt, getting Chased by the Morgans
Regularly late on the rent, so I can’t get a mortgage
Ain’t wanna face the landlord cuz the shame is a swords kiss
Tryna paint the landscape but the frame is in portrait
This the lore of a layman, with the wake of a warship

Mission Impossible

I get the cannabis from Costco
Gin and tonics out the faucets
Oh, you thought I lost it? Impossible.
I’m dancing with the captor of your soul
Awesome how I turn brass tacks into gold
Can’t hold back now, I’m advancing my goals
Gashing holes in my foes
In action like we rolling, no cameras
I wax passionate both on wax and prose
I provoke reactions from 20 year old’s dads cuz Radical was burying the pole
I’m scary in the post
Got the world’s greatest flow
My girl is Mary to you hoes
Got a fairy on my shoulder thats canary to the coals
Genome rare breed, my seed a prayer for you hoes

And my phenotype is pretty boy
Only evergreen soul still living like a city boy
I’m getting in dos like I’m Tity Boi
The flow gritty, you ain’t eating you a skinny boy

Made the beat and bars this afternoon

phenotype (1).wav

A nigga  just turned thirty, got a dirty dick and corny kicks
Thick horny shortys adorn me with adorable gifts
So sick and gory I could score a foreign horror flick
Your bitch been distant since I tore it up and shortly split
I got the gift of gab, so a grifter gon give me half
I split a tab with Rick and mentally jibber jabbed
Give me a spliff or dab and I could invent new math
Knew I was tasked Nineveh since a nigga could blibber blab
God flow, marijuana barking like a car show
Bar codes, only amõr that ya broad knows
Billy goat, Millies on my phone like I’m Aubrey
Silly hoe, free willy on the boat like I’m Tom Lee
New hope, that’s on me
Got a new hoe and she soggy
I speak the truth, no reason to feel sorry
The tea is all the traumedy like it’s Maury
Sleeping like newborns, Google my porn on Safari

https://on.soundcloud.com/FBvS3BmsfrB2ns769

maury (1)

It’s like a prison for dissidents, isn’t it?
I pissed Scripture but forgiveness is fictional, dissonant
Represent ambiguous miracles, I swear the lyrics empirical
Could clear the globe in Amelia’s aerial vehicle
The closers be meticulous so the dozers dialed EMS
Hoes be PMSin, throat goats like whom we be kiddin?
We be written, soul scripting, goal’s to get your spirit lifted
Flow so fucking sick, City of Hope wrote me a dope prescription
I could gift the homeless rent or I could grift the dough and split
The Kosher Kid, every flow is holy moly, so I’m the shit
The nine trick pony, this 9 inches done roped her in
My line items is loads of sins, pretend pious but I poked her friends
We Gold miners like pop Warner
So fire, keep the pot warmed up
Road rangers, blow up pagers
Caged sparrow, I got closed cases
So dangerous I could smoke the pope out
Coulda been famous but I chose the long route
I don’t fuck with strangers cuz their luck contagious
Busted out the manger with the gold and no doubt

city of hope.wav

Singer-songwriter…

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