SUNSHINE

Ain’t nobody told you
That if ain’t no one at home
Then leave me the fuck alone
I’m smoking blunts and writing songs

On god if I could Win that Grammy
For my moms
I’d Build her a mansion
While I’m living In my car

Tell me what you know
About that ramen and bar S
stressing if mama could pay rent
She ain’t need no food
Just wanted a roof for our heads 

Or to a lesser extent
My father ain’t shit
Had 3 kids
Maybe a couple more
Never know
I’m just the oldest

But those girlys bring me my breathe
Probably the reason I’ve prolonged
my eventual death
Stripped the weights from my back
Fought the basilisk now Voldemorts next

A champion In my own right
Forget my name and all it holds
But pray that I don’t bite

I’m like sunny delight
Atleast my mama called me sunshine
And I’d prolly shoot that Nigga socked me
In the lunch line

Shit was embarrassing
7th grade ain’t knew shit about a punch line
Got older and never lost a fight
Guess that’s why muscle man cries
No high fives just ghost that look back
Into his eyes

Never lie, never land
Imagination, escapism, sensitivities
Reside inside every man

But it’s a death sentence
If you try to take it there

Sunshine

Now what you know
About a Nigga from
The 562
Talk is cheap
That your whole thing
Like schoolboy Q
Running round with niggas
Talking blue, hello baby
What it do
I’m that Nigga
Usagi and I came
To spit a verse or two

Refer me to infirmary
For burning tracks
Referred to me
I’m kicking back
Relaxed, mimosa sipin
Out in RVC

This shit is crazy right?

This shit a classic
More refined, Hot lines
Spit on niggas, they baptized
Then chastised for wack lies
This tribe right?
Sublime rhymes in dark times
When figments of imagination
Garner greater frustration
Overtly patient
well just maybe anxious

Avert attention from nations
Putin they foot in doors
Killing children and faking
That this ain’t genocide
Just art of war

Or so we’re taught
that violence 
The only option to
divvy The fucking score

So if we tryna change the world
Then why the hell we feeling scared
performance art, compose the heart
A higher power left you here
Civilize like cells divide
We the people choose to die
And if you finna to testify
Then roll with me
We moving see

Now what you know
About a Nigga from
The 562
Talk is cheap
That your whole thing
Like schoolboy Q
This boy is way to cute
But he kinda frilly
Looking like milli vanilli
At the top of the city
Really scary how this faggot
Gon make the industry
Fuck with me

Had a bit of the creator
Take over the flow
So fuck the roach
I’ll smoke it slow
While you begging
On your knees for more
So I’ll give you the
Whole damn
Smorgasbord
Just promise
You ain’t plotting
On me
Outside my door

COAST [prod. NOVAE]

DIMEZ

Break neck, killing it
Hometown rock
Bring it up
Know you feeling it
When I hit the top
Know I’m never leaving it

Spread velvetta
On these velvet sheets
And share the benefits
With nikki, mama and
Wait shit I can’t think

Cause not too many niggas
Fucking with me
Crazy niggas be compromising
Got the lube and I’m coming in deep

So come and take a ride With me
pay respects cause soon
I’ll be at the top you see
Poetry, that Maya Angelou
Would rock I mean
Like prince a pretty Nigga
From your wildest dreams
But Shit
At the moment I got a 10 in my lap
Y’all ain’t too into all that
It’s deeper than cap

Whatchu know About that
They went And gentrified My hood
And I can’t get That back
This is tribe Nigga
Fine, prime One of a kind
Remember Smoking dimes
Fighting all the time
And chasing bitches
Cause we were blind

Wouldn’t trade it For nothing
Lessons learned Truly Brought fourth
Late Discussion
Narcissism Bugging
Defense mechanism Truly disgusting
No function Unless I’m high
Or something

I should call a pastor, Maybe a therapist
But the call declined
So continues my arrogance
Not the same Nigga
Giving a fuck; masking
Playing pretend
Cranium dumb
Bum blasting Holes through dimensions
Question spectrums
Shun you niggas While I’m playing Tetris


Y’all ain’t into allthat
Just want the cap rap
slap ya mama fucking face
Cause I’m Cooking Some mad gas
Tap that ass Let a few hours pass
The addiction kicking in
Ain’t you glad I’m your dad?

Hit the dash like I crashed
No insurance book it fast

Got a dime In my stash
How I’m gon make it last

Fuck that 

So come and Take a ride With me
pay respects Cause soon
I’ll be at the top you see
Poetry that Maya Angelou
Would rock I mean
Like prince a pretty Nigga
From your wildest dreams
But Shit
At the moment I got a 10 in my lap
 y’all ain’t too into all that
It’s deeper than cap

Figure figures
Premonition
Obituary sentence
Y’all ain’t living
Until we address
The message
If snow sniffing
Gon Bring forth addiction
Then what Of the cream
We spending

Never learn our lesson
Chicken checking
 Next Depression
Starving mothers,
Daughters, others,
Brothers fathers
Dead December 
And it’s truly lawless

DIMEZ

Dave in a sea
Of goliaths
I’m tired of fighting
But I’ve captured
Lightning in bottles
Of Hennessy
Hope you pray for me
Guilty me
Filling diaries
With pain my pen bleeds

Plant a seed
Watch it grow
Wait til apples Fall
then you’ll know
I’m the greatest ever
Just don’t praise The god
word is bond
Light the spliff dawg

Hey hey 
We gon smoke tonight
Hey hey
I got the Dutch, you bring the light
Hey hey
Tan gent spitting tangents
Over track meets
I’m running fast bitch

Drop top I’m in it
Got a bad bitch
That’s with it
Nah I’m lying Nigga
just a sun roof
But what that gotta do
With my ability to
Slaughter niggas

I’m rolling for a mai tai
Wait do I even want
A Mai Tai
A Nigga 20 or something
Only want that
Nookie water

Addicted to the pussy
Validate my meaning
With drops of seamen
And it’s seeming
the men I’m seeing
Have no lock
I thought I’d want
To break my key in

But the courage
You see now
the new god
Reborn, sworn
To carry my legacy
An Aries Moon
With they horns out

Third eye open
It’s vivid wow
Tribe gon get awards
And you know
We gon act like clowns

For now

Hey hey
We gon smoke tonight
Hey hey
I got the Dutch, you bring the light
Hey hey
Tan gent spitting tangents
Over track meets
I’m running fast bitch
With a bad bitch
Wait I’m that bitch

Dick to savage
Buy a Cadillac
Flip his shit
On manic
Rob a birken bag
Filled with bricks
Then peddle
That shit like 
Tony wasn’t
Hannah Montana
In an Amazon jacket

Slave to the racketeer
The racks to spare
A meager 2 bands a year
But Flip the package
Show that ratchet
I got dick to spare

Shits rhetorical
Abhorrent genetic code
Built a horrid dude
Inspired by gang signs
Ramen and pornos too
Code switching
For years I’m talking several

Sinister sixty nine bitches
Like demons or rhinos
Inside my mental
Special detriment
Determined to
Shove your head
On the stove

What a goal

Go toe to toe
With Tyson or joe
End up smoking
Fresh grow
Only exotics
You know how it go


We gon smoke tonight
I got the golden Dutch
You gon bring the light

——-

Aye
Where’s the fire at bitch
You talking bout the bars I spit?
Oh wait, You talking bout my dick!

Holy shit, what the fuck is this
Y’all think I’m pacifist
I’m passing fist
Then I pass your bitch
Cause I don’t need that shit

Moon tiara action
Straight up
To your dome bitch

Pull up with my sailors
Yeah we on patrol bitch

Popeye spinach
With the Backwood smoke
Toke the okie doke
Nose drip
Looking like coke
Niggas don’t know
The abstract
Son of ab soul
Sort of an asshole
With the flow
To absolve hoes
Nigga you don’t know

Columbine every
Joe Shmoe
Ass rapper
Til I’m left as spawn
In the Parthenon

Athena withdrawn
Fe fi fo fum
Shawty sucking my john
Thong on my tongue
Cranium dumb
Break a bong on you bums

Since a seaman
Smoking blunts
I disheartened
First sergeant
Scuffed shoes
And navy blues
Now I’m the captain
With a lack
Of compassion
But I’ll break that back
If you asking
Like skiing in aspen
skeet on your ass
Then send you home packing

Put the team on my back
Hold my dick
I’m Darren Sharper
Fuck Performative talkers
Cognitive distanced
From dissonance
Since you dissed
The prince, imprint A trick and leave you wake in sarcophagus

Well that’s the jist of it

Y’all niggas working
Over time
when I barely
Clocked in

there’s a ram in the bush

Said there’s a ram in the bush
So Push aside Nigga
take a look at my toosh

Aye
Where’s the fire at bitch
You talking bout the bars I spit?
Oh wait, You talking bout my dick!

Holy shit, what the fuck is this
Y’all think I’m pacifist
I’m passing fist
Then I pass your bitch
Cause I don’t need that shit

Moon tiara action
Straight up
To your dome bitch

Pull up with my sailors
Yeah we on patrol bitch

Senshi (Moon Tiara)

One two
Girl what you wanna do
I got a first class flight
From here to Timbuktu
On me

Three four
Devil been at my door
Glaring at these hoes
Like they know
Who they coming for

I cannot seem to see
What you depicting
I’m far from the being
I read of in scripture
Now listen, it’s urgent
You learn how to be
In the picture like
Mona Lisa or take
A van and go out to Giza

In winter and freeze up

Like you giving me more
Than I can build
And ain’t no bob in sight
Nigga gear broke down the hill
Well, don’t fear

I got a plan so reassure
This conscious here
Can’t be pressured
With no monsieur
Well misses, can I get a couple kisses
And some head

cause you giving me the dickens

In that melville and I’m tryna see
How them curves feel before my breakfast

Shit

But I ain’t stressing if you need a second
I might need a reverend

I’m honestly in awe
With a sleeve of flaws

A pocket full of posies

And some tree in jar

Wish I could play guitar,
Strum a few ditty’s bout
How your titty soft

pick up ya jaw

Rodger that
You my habit like rabbits
To Jessica

It seems you on my mind
And if you ain’t tryna waste time
Then Bet that ass is mine

BUCKorTWo / prod by. MIDAS

First things first I’m a realist
These bullets gon hit your feelings
Futaba brained yall the witness
Don’t diss this cause
im magnificent Nigga
Distant that social enrichment
Tribe been the kinship
You could ask the bishop
Nigga my homie is on a misson

Gorilla army like setting sights
I ain’t playing nice
Shoot the dice
Scary spice running knives
While we shooting 9s
So take your time
Fuck your bars and the vibe
I’m getting top from your bitch
While you bitch on top
All the time

Blow a bitch nigga jaw off
Got your bitch at my shows
Singing my songs
You done fucked up
Must’ve had it all wrong
Pussy nigga tried to fuck
With the big dawg
Go and write another sad song
About how you broke as a bitch
And all your friends switched up
And now you out of the click
Thundertribe strike fear
When we next to our peers
When I speak Glock 19 going off
In your ears

First things first
I’m a realist

First things first
I’m the illest
Ima hit one time
Remind me like I was usher
87 to none 
Niggas a bunch of busters

No Rollie on wrist
But the toolie, ain’t never miss
Run a Nigga pockets quick

Predicate

Hiko moving silent
They Violent, turbulent and moving
Through the Mayans
A tyrant, ima
big dick, You put at top
of your wish list
Nigga you dis this
Guarantee a growing hit list
Fitness, stretch the tension
Like you lost to a gymnast
Elastic with the flow
Toke slow to drive slow
Frost bite I’m too cold
Nigga the top dawg
Let the 44 pop
Fuck All the by laws

Lil nigga rocking fubu
Air maxes like they all blue
Shooting up the party
Like a nigga screaming fuck you
Got my brothers marching hup two

One time, niggas gon die
Suck my dick baby
Now you tongue tied
And I’m too tired
Fuck the one time
For the one time
Let the blood fly ugh

Blow a bitch nigga jaw off
Got your bitch at my shows
Singing my songs
You done fucked up
Must’ve had it all wrong
Pussy nigga tried to fuck
With the big dawg
Go and write another sad song
About how you broke as a bitch
And all your friends switched up
And now you out of the click
Thundertribe strike fear
When we next to our peers
When I speak Glock 19 going off
In your ears

Shit Talk ft. Hollows / Prod by Novae

Pretty Guardian of Rap
From Whittier / La Habra, CA
FUCK PERFORMATIVE ACTIVISM

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