your flow, interplanetary. "best rapper of 2024." very well could be. you got some serious talent.

missing you like crazy

UNTIL THE END (FT. SIYOLISE PITA)

Zero Guidance (Ft. Saaint)

Boy Got No M.A.NNERS

Marinate On My Mind

CANDLER ROAD (SUPREMIX)

Lyrics:
You don’t understand, no one understands my love for hip hop yo

You don’t understand you don’t get it, When I get the mic in my hand and I spit it
I don’t do it for the fans I don’t for the critics, I do it for my sanity you bitches
Ain’t nobody handed me riches I’ma work for it, Family business what this is you get hurt for it
If you try to step in the way When it come to spittin I’m the best in LA
And maybe that’s a bit of a reach
But if I don’t believe in me then who will, Not a hotter emcee than me I’m too ill
I gobble up beats emcees get turned to fleece
It’s irkin’ me you think your workin’ me
Cause personally I think it’s certainly “curtains, please”
If you play one verse from me
Currently I’m on a murder spree
So if you tryna kill a flow then refer to me
Real rap’s in a state of emergency but if need be
I’ll be the first to lead when we start up the resurgency
I used to spit it nervously, furtively
Now when I get it I just rip it with this urgency
I prefer to be in the spotlight
Never gonna stop like when you see green at a stop light
Cause I need green up in my life
Feindin’ for my mic when I haven’t seen it in like five
Minutes, dependent and a fuck I don’t give it
Better luck if you switchin’ doing sum different
Cause musician isn’t something that you gettin’ to
A higher position with
I’m the guy that you wish you is
There’s never been nobody equivalent all you spittin’ is gibberish
There’s a lot of constituents when it comes to me quittin’ this
First off longevity my legacy betta be infinite
Ain’t nobody who’s as steadily intricate
Or as heavily into it if you claimin’ you ahead of me get to it
Cause I’m seein’ what you doin’ you repeatin’ what I’m spewin’
While I’m eatin’ and you be chewin’ you was thievin’ I was brewin’
Like the hockey team or like budweiser
Can’t stop my gleam I’m gettin’ much brighter
Got a shotgun beam and enough fire
To go and mop up these fake thugs I’ma
Teach ‘em all what they just gotta know
Rappin’ my passion but not my only option tho
And runnin’ these streets ain’t yo only opportunity
“How tf you know” cause I’m ya neighbor bro
Not really but I’m 10 minutes down the road
We all chasin’ dough, you ain’t gotta be handin’ out halos tho
Only drive by’s I do is pickin’ up chicken at the popeyes drive thru
You got a job dawg why you tryin to be in the streets
All you gonna get is pieced by a piece
Now yo momma gotta see you deceased
Start schemin’ fa cheese quit beefin’ with these
Lil’ pipsqueaks all they do is sip tea gossip and send shots
I call ‘em squatters they don’t own the block they just live there 
Now ya bro got popped cause ain’t shit fair
RIP to dude cause that ain’t even cool he ain’t have to die
You tryna eat some food all you need to do is go and strategize
Got me lookin’ at you with the saddest eyes
Cause you lookin’ down tryna patronize
I’m just tryna warn you took some bad advice
But you don’t understand, no one understands
That nothing really matters just keep stacking rubber bands
Till you money get to Saturn then go split it with the fam
And teach them to repeat the pattern now you got you a whole clan
I ain’t tryna save the world let me set it straight
I’m just tryna put some better people in it and make it a better place
Ain’t no effin’ way you ever makin’ Jadin hesitate
When I get up on the mic I like to meditate
I elevate every time I make a hit I levitate
Shoulda stepped with J if you wanted a better fate
Hungry like I haven’t ate I just keep rappin’ great
And don’t elaborate while you like to fabricate
Every single story I don’t exaggerate
Sunday to Saturday, 25/8, I work cause

You Don't Understand (Prod. oskar & mxthew)

Lyrics:

[Intro: The Fascinations (Sample)]

(I know, you don't love me, and there may be someone else
And as I sit alone, in a home, knowing what I should do
I find, I can't stay away from you
I can't stay away from you
No, I can't stay away from you
Though I know you're no good, and I'd leave if I could
Yet I can't stay away from you)

[Pre-Verse: Slaughternaut]

Yo, nah nah nah nah nah
Hold up
Cuz this shit
This shit beautiful
Ahem, look

[Verse 1: Slaughternaut]

Most of the people that listen are people that sprouted from luck
And if I'm being honest, I don't give a fuck
But I want you to know that I've only begun
Im steady loaded and ready with shit that been making em' piss
I compare my demeanor to guns
It's loaded with shit that been making em' piss and they run
And this shit has been fun
And I'm doing em' nasty like Bill O'Reilly
If I had 70 in this shit it would still be like only the bitches could top me
In other words anyone coming at me been sloppy and wobbly
Almost like they brain is unstable when fucking with me, I'm unlaying the cable
Cuz her fiber is all in my optics
To be honest, I might need to stop this
I'm crazy I'm godsend

[Intermission: Drew Saunders]

(Woo!
You are now listening to the best rapper of 2024!
Class is in session!
You motherfuckers ain't ready for this one!
Hit em' up, Slaughter!)

[Verse 2: Slaughternaut]

The freshest and cleanest around
It's an alien making its way from the space to the ground
It's amazing to witness a bitch just as little fragile as this to show agile speed like It's fitness
Listenin' to this, you took the red pill
I've been running for money guess you can say I tread mil
But I got em powdered and pampered like they in bed still
Paralyze the beat in It's sleep like demon I'm beating it up

I'm like Willis Boshears when I'm cutting it up with my fingers, holding both shears
I am utterly mothering weapons, son of gun on my hip
I got em' cumming to this shit, like scat ridiculous
My pen ink is endless and I'm showing that here
Or maybe right here
Only thing that is left is I'm right
And that shit so fried so hold up a beer
Like Christmas is coming the bitch at my school wanted dick so I'm spreading the cheer
They need a shot Everclear
Cuz if it was ever clear that I'm ass, the lyrics are here reminding you of mirrors
I guess I just monger the public, I fill them with fear
You bitches all plain (plane), so I jet fast, with no jet lag, to best fags, I'm the best queer
I'm studying well you confess that and im the best in class, this shit is my year bitch

[Post-Verse: Slaughternaut]

(Nah, see, It's crazy because…
No matter how much you motherfuckers try, you're never gonna' get on my level
I'm the best in fuckin' class
You can suck my dick)

[Verse 3: Consey]

Gimmie' a pen, I'll show you the world
Gimmie' a gun, I'll say run, and go on the hunt
Since I was young, had a taste for blood
I've grown up on more tasteful stuff
My homeboy tried to lace the blunt
Truth be told, I ain't never had a taste of love
A place to stay, where things were tough
Stuck in the basement, drinkin' up
Twisting every word I was thinking of
On the brink of bust

Until…

I level up
And when the pen touch pad everything combust
And everything lit up, too hot to touch
Like grandmama cookin' in the pot for lunch, uh
I'm too afraid to open up, and too brave just to close on up
A catch 22, I'd prolly' catch any yute with a 22
Prolly' dead any yute just to tell the truth
Slug a bitch like Babe Ruth…
Get out the booth
Hit a homerun with a chunk of your tooth
If the bat don't work, guess the drum gotta' do
And I, got a, winning, record, count the bodies from my past
Slaughternaut and Consey C always been the best in class, pussy


[Outro: Consey]

(Uhm, okay)

Best In Class (Feat. Consey)

SYS xo.mp3 (MBWAV)

Flawless (prod. Sol.theory)

6 SONGS

STANDON
MOON & SUN
BLACK HOLE
BIG WINS
STUNTED DREAMER
FELT

Produced by DJ BEYTOEVEN
Written and Performed by Durojaiye Gyasi Heru

Best In Class (Feat. Consey)

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