Unrequited Apparition

* #Lyrics *

#RunDatUpRico 

( #Intro: #Automatico ) 

Quit all that frontin'
Like I ain't goin' to make it
Testin' my patience 
See you're a snake 
Can tell by their faces
Pray to my Lord 
Your soul he'll keep
When I'm sayin' my graces
( #LCDA ) 

#LaCasaDeAutomatico

( #Chorus 2x ) 

Light em up (Rah) 
Spin that back
Movin' in silence
Straight to the bag
She do it slow motion
Throwin' it back
Alpha Omega
Slide with the pack
Maneuver the board
No matter the coarse 
Applyin' that pressure
My foot on their neck
My brother's keeper 
Don't you be creepin'
I'm with my demons (Ey)
I'ma ride for my set 

( #Verse 1: #Jvy400 )

I'm with my demons nigga
So, it's stupid if you plan on dissin'
(If you plan on dissin')
Better watch how you speakin' nigga
Mention Jvy and you might end up missin'
(Foreal)
You better believe it nigga
I got hollows I'll send through your kitchen
(Boom)
And if he a creepy nigga
I got shit that'll fuck up your vision
(Boom boom)
I'm with the set
(I'm with the set)
I heard he talkin'
Show him some respect
(Show him some respect)
Applyin' that pressure
My foot on their neck
(My foot on their neck)
I'm big #MBK
Hope you're comin' correct
(Hope you're comin' correct)
If you think you're hotter
Then put up a check
(Then put up a check)
We'll let you rap
But we came to collect
(Came to collect)
Don't fuck with La Casa
We turn up for less
(We turn up for less)
Know that we ace 
When it comes to the test
(When it comes to the test, ha)
Stop testin' my patience
This shit ain't basic
We keep the mics
And the L's in rotation
I'm movin' up
While you're still in the basement
Just move inside
'Cause I'm destined for greatness
Stay in the way
You'll get laid on the pavement
Come off the porch
If you think that I'm playin'
I load up them shells
Before sayin' my graces
They get the picture
I'm throwin' this paint in 

(Chorus 2x) 

(Verse 2: Automatico) 

(LCDA)
Y'all ain't really hearin' me though
(Y'all aint really hearin' me though)
Speakin' in threes (Ey)
Call that a hat trick (Ey yo)
Ain't a part of the simulation
Game point when I touch down
See why they mad then (Facts)
I be sicker than most
Overlookin' a goat is a don't (Ey)
Make 'em a caption (Ey)
& You know LCDA in this (Ey)
Over everything you heard
MBK
Better tap in
Floodin' the market
We gettin' it crackin' (Ey)
Lacin' my forces
You know they're all black (Ey)
They try to backdoor me
I'm feelin' to get active (Ey)
Return of the titan
Come crashin', we clashin'
(Come crashin', we clashin')
Don't trust a soul
Even my bros know the code (Ey)
Rockin' 'em solo
Better quit all that actin' (Ey)
Bid all my Bit in this
LCDA to the moon
You would think I was signin' to NASA
Got to move militant
Head of my chapter
Vigilant
Watch 'em all scatter
Energy don't lie
See the wolves in disguise
Unlockin' badges
In a room of vultures
From the bottom of the ladder
You ain't met a version of I
You defeated
Stand on my ten
Better get 'em a pastor
Solidifyin' my stature
Politickin' for clout
I ain't with all that chatter 

(Chorus 2x)

( #Credits )

#Producer: #RicoRunDat
#MixedAndMasteredBy: Automatico

Automatico - Spin That Back (feat. Jvy400) (Official Audio)

beat by jissa
written by cal meloblu
vocal prod. by prodkeech

lyrics:

Pick yourself right back up
Demons try to catch up
Don’t let them hang you up
Even if you’re scratched up

Louder screams, shattered glass cup
Bloody knees I patched up 
Calling angels for backup
You’ll win against the attacker 

When I’m stuck in my head
Need a new perspective 
Things are pretty tough 
But you’re gonna get through it 

Though it
Even if you feel you’re losing

I ran in flames to get higher 
I thought hell trips were required 
Or was it all my inner desire?
Was the demon’s lies in entire 

Yeah, I’m done with you
Yeah, I never found the truth
Yeah, who do I pursue?
Yeah, I wish I knew

Pick yourself right back up
Demons try to catch up
Don’t let them hang you up
Even if you’re scratched up

Louder screams, shattered glass cup
Bloody knees I patched up 
Calling angels for backup
You’ll win against the attacker

Shattered Glass Cup

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)

An abstract blend of hard-hitting rap and emotional RnB, Be Bout It challenges convention with its unique structure. Lyrically raw yet melodically rich, the verses speak truth while the vocals echo vulnerability and tension. This one’s for those who appreciate experimental storytelling and genre-bending soundscapes.

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