Split(damn woah)

I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THIS BEAT ALL CREDIT GOES TO PROD. KEVIN HUES

This shit is a banger!!!

ManicJay - Faucet (f. Kevin Hues) Prod. Kevin Hues

208 GANGSTERS ft. bandsboutabag & Ruda Ratchet

Game Over

NoirVibe – “All Night Lit (Thug from Around the Way)” (Prod. TheRealManicJay) | Official Club Anthem

Get ready to lose your mind with NoirVibe’s newest club banger, “All Night Lit (Thug from Around the Way)” (Prod. TheRealManicJay)—the wildest party anthem of the year!
Blending raw rap energy with smooth vocals and stadium-level 808s, NoirVibe turns up the heat and brings out the savage side of every dancefloor. This track is all gas, no brakes: wild hooks, nasty bass, and lyrics made to make the whole club bounce.

From ass jiggling on the floor to neon lights and bottles in the air, “All Night Lit” is for anyone who lives for the night, sweats for the bass, and doesn’t leave until the sun comes up.
If you came to stand still, you in the wrong place.

Stream, share, and run this back for every party, every night, all summer long.
Welcome to the NoirVibe. No sleep, just vibes.

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Written & performed by NoirVibe. Produced by TheRealManicJay.
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NoirVibe – “All Night Lit (Thug from Around the Way)” (Prod. TheRealManicJay)

Timeless

Why you playing games girl should've caught a clue
Like Every move you make are the ones I used to
I Never been a saint but these games I can’t lose
Cause now we’re both done and the jokes on you
Caught a little bit of fame like the man on the moon
You know you fucked up when you let him in your room
Try to laugh away the pain make it rain monsoon
Cause now we’re both done and the jokes on you

We would laugh about some dumb shit
Now you on some dumb shit
I don’t wanna talk shit
But look at who runs shit
bitches in my DM
I ain’t never cuff them
one night ah yeah
On to the next one
See me out in public
Down Boulevard sunset
I read your cards and bitch no you bluffing
Never be the same to me you now nothing
Can’t blame you for this
But I’m back off the substance
Aw shit
You ask me why I’m so serious while you’re still fucking who
Look how the tables have turned cause now the joke is on you

Why you playing games girl should've caught a clue
Like Every move you make are the ones I used to
I Never been a saint but these games I can’t lose
Cause now we’re both done and the jokes on you
Caught a little bit of fame like the man on the moon
You know you fucked up when you let him in your room
Try to laugh away the pain make it rain monsoon
Cause now we’re both done and the jokes on you

Jokes On You

There's a possibility of going MIA for a while, so i'm considering this song my "last words" so to speak, at least until i get back. This was produced by Chuki Beats (https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSyBSyLk4ZvXd2Fj-tLojag), and as always lyrics in the description!

Who woulda thought newton's first law would apply so perfectly to the unworthy
Those blood stains on the pavement are a lovely shade of burgundy
Oh burden me with uncertainty, oh woe is me 
Set up shop in a gated community with a broken key, It's a service see? 
Consider the debt collected, Don't you fuckin' get it?
They etch it in your forehead from birth till death  so you never forget it
Forfeited are the gifted, lost in space where the angles are lifted
Toward their paradoxical prison where soldiers roam without a mission

Rooted firmly in the ground but still somehow coming in at first place
On a green and blue rocket ship hurtling through space at a snails pace
Built on the ruins of a city built on ashes
With the passing of a chiliad everything collapses

How absolutely oblivious they are, to these monstrous visions
Lost in the darkness, the light's too dim on the outer rim of the solar system
The dimension we live in,  such an insidious prison
Where primitive life forms are uplifted only to turn up missing
Disregard the skull and crossbones label, you take what you're given
Joining heaven's gate on their expedition, and it seems to be a suicide mission
But they're offering free coffee, so now I've got to listen
Hell, who am i kidding, they've got me fuckin' smitten


The very same mechanisms of our misery peddle the medicine
And it may have taken a plague, but at least it's now finally setting in
They apply the military liberally and conserve all the power
Doesn't take a psychic to read the minds that they devour
Lost along the back roads of civilization in the making
we never really had a map but at least we tried to fake it
and every single fork in the path seems to end in a fucking blood bath
with the same kind of vibes one gets from reading Lovecraft
Just wait til they find nice little tombstone to hijack
Every man's an island, and every island's under attack
But some islands are being completely swallowed by the rapids
Where will you be when the scattered fractions of the faction clashes?

Good question, isn't it?
Don't tell me you don't have an answer

I know where i'll be, the same place that i was before
While millions of voices scream that they simply can't take it anymore
Yet falter under the weight of their own mental wars
The more things change, the more things stagnate and remain
There will come a day when there are no more days to try and save
Then your only saving grace will be an empty attempt at saving face
I've stayed in place, i doubt that you can say the same
It's the same old song and dance, but it's slightly out of tune
That terrible broken melody that everybody dances to
No real rhyme or reason for the lying and the cheating
The psychological manipulation and illogical extermination
Fueled by false pretense propaganda and cognitive dissonance
So practice social distance, disregard the symptoms
Pretend everything's fine and spread your sickness further down the line
They say our only enemy is wasted time
So punch the clock with a fistful of dimes and ignore those fucking warning signs

Ignore those fucking warning signs

Who would have thought that Newton's first law would apply so readily to the unsteady
Corpses under the prairie are polluting their estuary
Oh enlighten them with a nervous grin, don't service them
Set up shop in a shanty town with a broken crown, where we dig for the nephilim
Consider the taxes levied, the war machines are ready
They drill it in your brain from birth till death,  that loyalty sure is deadly
Forgotten are the radicals, thrown in the shroud with laws and vitriol
So that lost rebels never find a cause and the crowds will never know

Newton's Law

Play with me

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